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harrison-abbott · 1 month
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800 People
They hate going there but they have to go and they are too young to stop it from happening. They walk down to the building every weekday morning alongside eight hundred others. Fifty of them, who go there, aren’t so young; they’re far older and they despise it more than the kids do. The corridors are built far too narrowly to fit in 800 people fluidly each day. The architects certainly mucked up on that one.
During the classrooms in the younger years there was very little learning. Aside from the adults learning how to cope, or not, with the boys, who would take over the discursive level, sparring with each other all at once. In just about every class, a group of boys would pop and ping with their voices, jostling for verbal control. And a third of the class were intimidated into silence. Some of the teachers could bat them off; very few could shut them up.
Trying to teach such children mathematics, physics, or French, was impossible. They weren’t interested in anything aside from going home.
And at lunch time the kids marched up en masse to the supermarket. To load up on meat, sugar and salt. Honestly, the supermarket made a killing selling the dead chickens and the kids had a penchant for those gooey strawberry laces. Or chocolate raisons or mini gems, all sold cheaply and in huge amounts by the chain; they didn’t care for the nutrition of the kids: and the kids had no nutrition when they went back for the lessons. That followed on from the breakfasts they had, of cereal bowls logged with processed corn or rice.
But the kids needed basic language skills and arithmetic, right? They needed to learn mockery and popularity and how to deal with the other sex, when puberty came along. And the teachers needed income in their bank accounts.
None of the eight hundred people going there from Monday to Friday enjoyed it. They did it, mon-fri, week in week out, across the year, all the same.
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petitebluebird-blog1 · 7 months
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Crossover dream
I was at an asian restaurant where they sold Japanese, Chinese and Korean Food. I was there with Eric nam and Ashley choi (shes a member of ladies code and also nowadays hosts radio and Get real podcasts on dive studios). Apparently i was very good friends with them like we've known each other for long and had all normal conversation. Also I'm wearing a strapless pink dress like a cute one which I would never in real life cause I don't like wearing sleeveless clothes in general.
So eric and Ashley ordered the food since i told them i want to try food which I've never had and maybe explore new flavours. They ordered chicken wings clams (this is probably cause i just finished watching 'Our Beloved Summer' and there were episodes where clams were seen and mentioned)  some noodle dishes and also some kind of fritters.
So as we were waiting we were sitting like in the front like as you enter the restaurant the first table you see kind of there and we had a whole view of like the rest of the people. So we talked and i saw that in the last table at the corner there was Baekhyeon and Chanyeol of exo , Nick Jonas (dont know how and why) and some other people but only their back was visible. I saw that i told ashley about them and she was also also like why is nick jonas here.
My eyes just scanned the room to look for our waiter cause i needed water and i happened to see one of my school teachers there who i knew personally a bit cause her son and i are friends so i was like i need to go say hi. She was there with her extended family for lunch. I went and said Hi and we were small she asked me what i majored in and stuff. Our food arrived and ashley called me and i went back to my place and as we started eating ashley was telling me how as soon as i stood up the corner table nick and baekhyeon specially were specifically had their eyes on me as i was there talking to my teacher and they knew eric somehow so eric went and had a small talk with them while i was not at the table. We were eating they asked how i liked the dishes i liked chicken wings and i told ashley please do not tell my mom that i had and sort of non veg here cause shell kill me and i was also explaining them how like its better than i had xpected it to be. i was not sure if i was gonna like them.But the doing sauce was pretty great and then ashley was like you need to try the clams they are amazing.
As this was happening nick stood up from.his chair and came out way i was more focused on the food.I didn't care about that table at all. So i picked the clam thing with my chopsticks they were teaching me how to and suddenly nicks hand like literally brush from my right to left shoulder like you know how you feel your own hand with others like swipe but with  the palm of your hand.
And my gaze literally went to him as he was going back to his table and gave high fives to the rest of them. i was a bit taken back and ashley was in shock too. I told her did you see what just happened cause I'm a bit weirded out by this. She is yes but like that was nick jonas he is your favourite jonas right you must feel lucky. i told her not really if the man is already married and now has a kid. They started laughing. Eric said it's probably some kind dare they must have given him dont think about it too much. i ignored it and did not even look that way again throughout. We ate our food and were about to leave. So I asked them to wait for me outside I'll be there in a minute.
i went to greet my teacher goodbye. She was like it was so nice to see you again and hugged me and all of this watched by the corner table guys. As i was leaving nick came near the door and was like im really sorry that was some stupid prank i was told to do on you. We have never met each other but yeah you are friend of erics right? i said im with a fake smile and like haha no its fine nice to meet you but yeah they are waiting for me so i need to go. He said yeah sorry about that but i need to introduce you to someone It's Baekhyeon he wanted to say hi I didn't know what to say cause he was already standing there. He said Hi so sorry about it. we were joking we didnt mean it and everything and i said its fine you guys know eric so thats fine if it was someone else I wouldn't be standing here talking still.
Baekhyeon asked for my number i gave it to him but i was a bit surprised.
He came to see me off till the gate where eric and ashley were standing and ashley had that look on her face that smirk 😏 thingy. Baekhyeon asked her if she would gave a picture of us . seriously idk why but like we did fake a picture and also a selfie. He said to me ill call you later. i told him im more of a text person then call he said okay well start with text then he left and ashley was teasing me we'll start with text ooooooo and all and then we left .
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sodrippy · 3 years
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they are.  they are really just living together in their home huh. they are just cooking lunch together as a family. they are . they are.
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hangovercurse · 3 years
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The GQ Couples Quiz
You, a famous actress, and your boyfriend, MGK, do an interview about your relationship for GQ.
Request: “Can I get a Colson Baker imagine where you do the couple interview for buzzfeed please”
Colson x Reader
Warnings: Cursing
A/N: I changed it to the GQ interview because I couldn’t find the one for Buzzfeed, sorry!
Word Count: 2480
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“Hey guys I’m MGK”
“And I’m Y/S/N”
“And this is the GQ couples quiz.” You both said at the same time before busting out in laughter at the corniness.
“I think you know way more about me than I know about you.” Colson said, a nervous look on his face.
You giggled, “I think I know some stuff that could get you into trouble.”
The producers behind the cameras laughed at that. “Okay, I’ll go first.” Colson picked up the cards in his hand. “What is my full name?”
You smiled, “Starting off with the heavy stuff here, guys.” You said, looking behind the cameras with a laugh. “Your full name is Richard Colson Baker.” Colson made a face at the use of his first name which made you giggle.
“Yeah, but if anyone calls me Richard or Richie,” he pointed straight into the camera, “I will come for you.” You giggled at his silliness, looking at your own card which held the same question.
“Okay, what is my full name?” You looked up at him, “If you get this wrong, I will walk out of here.”
His eyes went wide, “I think I know my own girlfriend’s name Ms. Y/F/N.” You giggled, nodding in approval, and letting him continue. “Where was I born?”
You rolled your eyes, “Houston, Texas. Easy. Where was I born?”
“Y/B/T” He said with a grin, flipping to the next card.
“What is my secret talent?”
“You say this is your secret talent, but you talk about it all the time so I don’t know if it counts.” You said, “but you can juggle.”
He nods, “That’s the only talent I have so it counts.” You giggled, shaking your head. “Yours is that you can balance shit on your head, right? Like cups and plates and shit.”
You nodded, “together we make a whole circus act.”
You both laughed, his entire body moving as he did. Eventually, he calmed down and looked at the next card. “I’m gonna look like such a shitty boyfriend.” You laughed, waiting for him to read the question, “What’s my favorite meal?”
You laughed harder, “you don’t know my favorite meal?”
He threw his head back, “I know what you eat a lot but like, I couldn’t tell you what is specifically your favorite meal.”
You giggled, “yours is Soul food. Like chicken and mac n cheese and all that.”
He nodded, “I was gonna say chicken wings, but you’re right.”
“Every time we go to Cleveland you drag me to that one place and you get so excited about it.” You told him and he smiled. “Do I wanna ask you what mine is?”
“Dude, you are gonna make me look so bad.” He shook his head, but tried anyways, “I mean, I know you like making breakfast with me and Case, but I don’t know if that’s your favorite meal or not.”
You grinned widely, excited that he got it right. “No, you’re so right. Like, it’s not the best food,” he pouted, “but the fact that we all make it together is really cute.”
He blushed, reading the next card. “What is my favorite song to sing around the house?” He started laughing in the middle of the question, making you laugh with him.
“Oh my god, what doesn’t he sing around the house?” You said to the crew behind the screen. Slim and Baze were standing to the side, laughing with you. “I guess normally its whatever he’s working on. Like I swear, no one is more obsessed with his music than he is.”
His cheeks were red and he buried his face behind his cards. “I’d like to disagree but I really don’t have a favorite song to sing around the house. It’s just kind of whatever’s in my head.’
“So, then I still get the point, right?”
“I guess you still get the point.” He sighed.
“Okay this one is different for me, what is my favorite song to dance to?” You asked, grinning slyly at him.
He rolled his eyes, “if you play anything by 24kGoldn, she will be dancing to it. If you play anything I’ve come out with, she skips it.”
You gaped, “I do not skip it you ass! You just don’t make good dancing music. There’s nothing wrong with that, I just can’t dance and cry at the same time.” By the end of your statement, you were both laughing like little kids. “But Goldn, he makes some dance-worthy music.”
Colson shook his head but continued. “What was the name of the first song I ever released and my first album?”
“Lace up.” You announced, making the x symbol with your hands. Colson nodded, smiling at you fondly. “Uh, your first song was…” you trailed off, thinking. “It wasn’t Wild Boy, was it?”
He shook his head, “nope, earlier than that. It was never on an official album.”
Your eyes shot open in realization, “Oh! Alice in Wonderland!” You shouted and he nodded, smiling proudly.
“I swear to God I look so bad right now.” He complained.
You chuckled, shaking your head, “We’ve gotten the same number of questions right! I wouldn’t have gotten that if you hadn’t told me it wasn’t on an album.” He let out a sigh but you continued, “what was the first piece of film I ever appeared in?”
You could tell he was thinking, “like commercials and stuff count?” You nodded, “you were in that Febreze commercial when you were like, 12, weren’t you?”
You laughed really loud, your head going back and your eyes shutting. “I hate that you know that.” Colson pumped his fists in the air, celebrating his correct answer.
“If you were to ask like your first actual like movie, it was Nerve, cause that’s how we met.” He said, a wide grin on his face. You nodded, matching his energy. He looked at the card, his eyes going soft. “Okay this one’s cute, when was our first date and what did we do?”
You giggled, remembering the long path to your relationship. “Our first actual date was on April 23rd, 2019. We went to a little drive-in movie and you borrowed Baze’s truck and we sat in the bed and uh… let me just say we didn’t do much watching.” The crew members started laughing with you, so much that you had to take a few seconds of a break.
“We’ll cut the break out, don’t worry.” The assistant director said. Colson’s face was red, trying to hide his laugh as you went back to the video.
You cleared your throat, “when was our first kiss?”
He chuckled, “It was not that night, funnily enough.” You both giggled, hiding your face in embarrassment. “Our first kiss was the night before. It was my birthday and we were in this huge house and there were a ton of people around and I realized that you were the only person I actually wanted to be with at that moment in time. So, we snuck out to the backyard with a bottle of something and spent the rest of the night getting drunk with each other. And at some point, I kissed you.” You smiled, the memory of that night coming back to you. “And then I asked you on said first date.”
There were a few scattered “awes” from the production team, which you laughed off. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, it was cute, next question.”
He shook his head at you but read the next question, “Ugh, these are all so cheesy. When did I first say I loved you?”
You chuckled, “You were on tour and I hadn’t seen you in like two months except on the phone. So, when you got back, you took me and Casie out for lunch and then we went to this skate park. I remember I was teaching Casie how to skate and you just kind of blurted it out. And Casie and I both looked at you like “what the fuck did you just say?” and you got really embarrassed about it and then Casie said “finally!” like she had been waiting for it.”
You were a giggling mess, happiness flooding your body as you remembered the moment. “No,” he started, “you don’t understand. Casie figured it out like weeks before me. We were talking on the phone, and this kid, my nine-year-old daughter, started teasing me about how nervous I was to tell you.”
Your grin widened. “I swear Casie would’ve killed me if I hadn’t told you that day.”
“I will have to thank Casie at some point.” You said as you flipped to the next question. “What is my favorite movie and TV show? You gotta get them both right.”
He put his head in his hands, letting out a sigh. “I know your favorite movie is Nerve for obvious reasons,” he motioned up and down his body, “however, I know you’ve seen The Dirt about a hundred times, so.” He pointed his head at you and you rolled your eyes.
“He’s so egotistical.” You said to the camera. “But you’re right, Nerve is my favorite movie not only because its how we met but also because it was the first movie I was ever in. But if you were to ask my favorite movie that I’m not in, it would be The Dirt. You get 2 points for that one.”
Colson nodded, “hell yeah. Okay, what do I consider my biggest career accomplishment?”
Your eyes went wide as you realized you didn’t know the answer. “I could say like three or four different things right now.” You whined, looking to him for help. “When Miocic started coming out to your song, when you recorded with Crue, when Cena started using your song. You’ve done so much shit.”
He chuckled, “yeah but what’s the most important one, like to me?”
You tilted your head, “Was it when you performed on New Year’s?” You asked, feeling slightly embarrassed.
He laughed, “you’re a goddamn mind reader, I swear.” You smiled, sighing in relief, “yeah, it wasn’t like the biggest thing but it was the most important to me.”
You smiled, “we’re just on the same wavelength.” He rolled his eyes at your goofiness. “Okay, okay. How do you know when I’m mad at you?”
He chuckled, looking down at his hands, “if its something I did and we’re like, in public, you just won’t talk to me and like you won’t let me touch you.” He turned to the camera and the rest of the room, “like we are both very touchy people, so if she stops holding my hand or something, I know I fucked up.”
You giggled, nodding in agreement, “but if I really mess up, she’ll let me know.”
“We’re very big on communication.” You smiled, both of you stifling laughter at the many memories of you arguing over stupid things. “But it’s why this works, y’know?” You said to the camera.
“You should get this one, what’s my biggest fear?” He asked, the room falling silent.
You turned to look at him, a soft smile on your face. “Losing Casie.” You said, “or me, but mostly Casie.” You both knew how much he loved Casie. It was what attracted you to him so much in the first place. And since you’d known him, Casie had become equally important in your life.
He nodded, “yeah. I’ve had, like, actual nightmares about it. Scariest shit.”
You let the answer linger in the air for a second before pulling out the last card. “Okay, last question. When did we first meet and when did you first realize you liked me?” You grinned up at him and he blushed.
“First day we met was the day of the Nerve read through and we hit it off immediately. But I realized I “liked” you,” he used air quotes when he said the word liked, “when you did that ladder scene. I remember thinking like, “damn, that girl is fucking metal.””
You laughed, “I was so terrified but I was trying to keep calm because I wanted you to think I was cool.” You squeezed your eyes shut, “I was freaking out.”
Colson laughed with you, pausing to catch his breath, “but the first time I realized I loved you was when I was on tour. Normally I called you before I went out after the show, but this one night I was really burnt out and the only thing I wanted to do was to sit on the bus and facetime you. And even though I was like four hours behind you and it was like 5 am where you were, you stayed up with me and we just talked for a while. And then you fell asleep without hanging up and I couldn’t bring myself to hang up. So, I just, as creepy as this shit sounds, I just watched you sleep. And I had that thought of like, I could do this every night and not get bored of it. And that’s when I realized that I loved you.”
The look on your face explained your emotions perfectly, and it was something the internet talked about for a while after the video was released. Colson blushed, “now you gotta say when you first realized you liked me so I don’t look like a little bitch.”
You laughed loudly, body shaking. “Ok, first time I realized I liked you was when you brought Casie to set. Like, the way you acted with her and everything was so sweet. Like I was already attracted to you but that was the point where I was like, woah.” You made wide eyes to prove your point. “I realized I loved you the same facetime call. I hate being woken up and I was really mad when my phone rang. But then I saw it was you and my heart literally did a little backflip. The next morning, I woke up to the call still going and you were asleep on the other end and I realized that I would never answer a facetime call at 5 am for anyone else.”
He smiled fondly at you, “we’re so in sync.” You giggled, agreeing.
“Okay, that was our really cheesy GQ couple’s quiz. Thank you guys so much for watching. Stream Daywalker by MGK and Corpse.” You said to the camera.
“And go see Y/N’s new movie out on Netflix!” Your boyfriend said giving a thumbs up to the camera.
The director gave you the signal to cut and you let out a sigh of relief, looking over to Colson, who was already looking at you. “I love you.” He said.
“I love you too, dork.” You mumbled, moving from your chair to his, resting your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you.
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dabiboy · 3 years
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I did it, angst to fluff dad!hawks and dad!dabi👀
AN: I do not support violence of any kind, and less bullying.
Hawks and Dabi when their kid is bullied at school
Hawks:
Being a father and a hero was hard. Mostly because his child could be a target for anyone who wanted to hurt him. Therefore, in order to keep Keigo working there the commission decided to keep an eye on Haru. But that include only villains and criminals. Not school bullies. And that was what happened that day nearly lunch time. Keigo had finished everything early that day, an going through some paperwork to spend time seemed like a good idea, in that way he would have more free time on the weekend. However, he had to stop when you called him.
"Hey angel! How are you?"
"Hi love, I'm good. But I'm calling you to ask you a favor"
"Sure thing, what is it?"
"Haru's school called me, and they said there was an incident and they wanted me to pick him up, but I'm busy right now, can you go?" Hawks wings stiffed.
"What? Is he good? What else did they say?" He asked standing up quickly. His son was first.
"Not much, apparently there was a fight or something like that"
"I'm on my way"
He hung up and got out flying through the window, not even bothering in changing his hero suit. It didn't take him more than ten minutes to get to the school, and once on the floor, he saw him.
Haru was sitting alone on a bench, both knees scrapped, dry mud on his face and part of his hair. There was also green and blue paint on his head, and also on his tiny wings, together with some chewed gum.  He was holding his bag tightly against his chest as he was fidgeting with his fingers, eyes looking at the floor. Keigo's heart broke into million pieces, and even more when he noticed his son was sobbing silently.
"Chicken wing?" He asked with the softest voice possible as he kneeled in front of him. Haru didn't say anything. "It's fine now, dad's here" trying to keep on a comfortimg smile was so hard. "Wanna tell me what happened, hm?" Softly, he caressed his son cheek.
"There were-there were some older kids that," a sob "were bothering because of my wings" he cleaned his tear with his forearm "they said there were small and weak, and one of them said" Haru's chin trembled "let's see if he flies" he tried to drag me somewhere but as I refuse they-they did this" He reffered to his wings and hair covered in paint and chewing gum, scrapped knees and bruises.
"Fuck, come here my boy" Hawks said holding back his own tears as he pulled him in for a tight hug.
"They even said you weren't my dad" Haru dropped his bag so he could hold on to Keigo.
"Let them speak, they don't need to know everything" Keigo used his hand to caress Haru's head gently.
"I-I don't know why they are like that, I lend them my toys, crayons, I even share the lunch mom makes but" he couldn't keep talking.
"People are shit sometimes, and we... We just gotta face it. The important thing here, Haru, is not being like them, and don't believe any crap they say about you. You gotta keep being good, humble, caring, all the things that you are now, my chicken wing" Haru's eyes looked back at him.
"Do you think I'm all of that?" And that question made him think, had those kids been telling him more shit too?
"I don't think so, I know it. I'm sure of it" Keigo smiled at him, wiping some dust out of his cheekbone. "What about we go home now, get you cleaned up and order some KFC, what do you say?"
"Mom is gonna be mad if we eat that and not veggies"
"Oh, I'm quiet sure she will agree with it today"
"Yeah! We put him some painting too, he gotta learn not to lie! He keeps saying winged hero Hawks is his dad" at the sound of that voice, Haru gasped and tried to hide in Keigo's body. But he didn't allow it.
His face went from soft to angry as hell. He stood up slowly, knowing that, in his hero suit and with his huge red wings was going to call their attention.
"Dad look! That's him" the kid say.
"Hi Hawks, could you maybe take a picture with my son? He wants to be a hero like you"
"Oh, is that so?" Keigo tilted his head. "Well, hero course 101; we save people. Don't beat the shit out of them."
"What do you m-"
"Your kid, did that to mine" He pointed Haru, and the other kid's face turned white. "I don't give a shit about the reason, because there's no reason to do that to anyone. Anyone" at that point, he was trying hard not to lose it. "If you wanna be a hero then change, because with that attitude you'll not make it far. And you?" He pointed the other father "Guide him good. Do not celebrate those actions, or any other action that may hurt someone.
And with those last words, he turned around again.
"Haru, pick your things and get on my back. Hold on tight"
It is about time to teach him how to fly, Keigo thought.
Dabi:
Kaji was patiently waiting for the school bus to pick him up and take him back home, excitment rushed over him knowing that maybe that weekend he was going to see his dad again. But some comments took him out of his thoughts, and when he looked back he saw to older kids making fun of a girl that looked his age. And she recognized him, it was the girl from the other class, the one that gave him half of his sandwich when his fell to the floor.
"Hey! Stop that" Kaji said as he walked towards them
"And what are you gonna do about it, sauna kid?" The older say, pushing the girl.
"I... I will call a teacher!" Your words echoed in his head. Stay away from troubles, call a teacher if things are complicated.
"So pathetic, you can even defend yourself" and it seemed they forget about the girl, because now Kaji was their target.
"Beware, he can turn us into dumplings" the other kid mocked, but when he wanted to grab him by his arm to push him again, he got burned by the temperature of Kaji's body. His steam got higher temperatures when he felt nervous. "You damned freak, you burnt me!" And then, he pushed him to the solid ground.
"No, I didn't-I didn't mean that! I swear I wasn't trying to-" the hell happened.
Kaji curled up, holding his knees near his chest, and head on his hands. He had to take those kicks and hits. Thankfully, the bus driver arrived faster than the usual and the bullies ran away when they saw the adult looking the situation.
Kaji got back home, alone. You were working, and the nanny that was supposed to take care of him canceled last minute, but you trusted him to be alone for an hour or so. He got onto the couch, covering himself with a blanket not to see his bruises, hating himself. For being blamed of hurting someone, and for not being able to defend himself or the girl.
Conveniently, Dabi decided to stop by. He used the spare key you had given him to get into the apartment, and he furrowed his eyebrows at the tiny ball on the couch.
"If you're trying to scare me again is not gonna work, boy" Dabi said, but when all he heard was a sob he got worried. "Kaji?" He sat down next to him and took the blanket away from him. What the hell had happened. "Who did this" he asked dead serious.
"Some... Some kids at school" Kaji managed to say. "They were bullying a girl from the other class and when-when I tried to help her they said ugly things to me, and-and one of them grabbed me by the arm and got" and he broke. Kaji gripped Dabi's shirt with such a strength it made him feel like shit. "I swear I didn't want to-"
"I know, I know" Dabi said, his large hand caressing Kaji's back in an oddly soft gesture. He cursed himself for being so bad at comfort.
"I don't wanna be a monster, dad" the kid sobbed.
"First thing, they look more like monsters to me. Second, you will not be one, so don't torture that little head of yours with such shitty thoughts, ok? Let those brainless kid rot" He kept caressing his back with care, trying to calm him down. Kaji nodded.
"What if they do the same tomorrow?"
"Well, I'm sure your mom will go to the school and talk about it"
"Can I just try to... To beat them?" And there they were. His genes.
"Don't let it consume you. Acting out of anger is not a good thing" Dabi knew better than anyone how it felt, and for the same reason he didn't want his son go through the same. To try to do something good and failing could be frustrating, especially for a five year old.
Kaji looked at Dabi right in his eyes, and the resemblance was scary. It was like looking in a mirror when he was younger. And then he noticed the sadness in Kaji's eyes, the fear, the doubt. Even though he never admitted it, that little boy was his world, and he hated to see him like that because of someone else. Kaji didn't deserve that. Not him.
The two of them stood like that for a while, Kaji calming his sadness buried on Dabi's chest, his tiny hands gripping his shirt, not wanting to let him go, not even for a second. Dabi gave up to his son, he just couldn't take it. His grip became tighter around Kaji's body, and he rested his chin on top of his head, and he even pressed a soft kiss right on that spot. He wanted to protect him from everything, and the worst part was that he knew he wasn't going to be there forever. After a few minutes, Dabi spoke.
"Alright, let's wash that ugly face of yours" Dabi joked, maybe a bad one due to the circumstances but Kaji knew it was his dad's way of showing affection. He stood up with him on his arms "I can roast some marshmellows for you, your mom likes when I do that"
"Yes! Can I have more than five?" Kaji pleaded.
"Your mom's gonna fucking kill me if I do" but at his puffy son's eyes Dabi couldn't say no "fuck it, what's the worst that can happen" Dabi rolled his eyes.
He made the way to the bathroom, ready to wash Kaji's face. Even though the kid was calmer thanks to his dad's comforting hug, Dabi wasn't. He didn't want his kid to go through that pain, but he also knew Kaji wasn't alone. He had you, and him. And he was going to be there as much as time allowed.
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MIXED-RACE FAMILIES PSA
So for months now I’ve been wanting to write this whole thing about how mixed-raced families have their experiences constantly disregarded and belittled and how people expect mixed-race kids to ‘side’ with an ethnicity over another, or to value one more, and how non-mixed family members can just as often be completely pushed out of the discussion, but frankly I don’t want to deal with the amount of bullshit this site will throw my way if I do.
Briefly though, to expect mixed families to have the same outlook on race as one group of people or another is to deny their unique perspective. To discount any of their loving family members as unimportant or ignorant is to forget that these people are parents, siblings, cousins, uncles and aunts to each other before anything else. To make everything about American systemic racism is to forget that there are, in fact, many equally troubled countries that nonetheless have very different racial issues. To dismiss mixed families’ insight on race relations and to tell them that their outlook is utopic or downright offensive, when some of them live a dream that many people suffered or died to see come true, is to ignore what a beautiful source of joy, hope and wonder these families can be.
So with that, have some of the funniest, most wholesome moments that can come from having a mixed family, because not all of them are constantly struggling or having identity crises:
swapping outfits, wearing each other's traditional clothes, feeling all happy and warm about it
everybody wishing they could have each other's hair
learning to do each other’s hair
the teenage boys teaching each other to do all the different accents and switching between them for comedic purposes
comparing skin care/hair care products, trying all of them out
adapting recipes to each other's ingredients
"what are you EATING?!" frequently, from all parties
the first generation immigrant dad somehow knowing all of the region's secret recipes because he's managed to get himself adopted by all the elders
the white three year old girl going around her kindergarten telling everybody that she's 'part African' because her uncle is black and she doesn't get that she's not actually related to him
the six year old wishing she was mixed because her cousins are the prettiest girls ever
keeping a tally of all the times a cashier or an old lady has assumed one of the kids was related to someone they weren't
joking about 'looking like the adopted one'
a third of the family unit not being related to anyone by blood *or* by marriage, but at this point who's counting. 
more people showing up
the cousins' cousins showing up too
getting introduced to family members by oblivious people, repeatedly
well-meaning member of 'their' ethnicity, or even other mixed people: "This is how [your family members] do things, in case you didn't know" *deadpan look, secretly dying* "Thanks”
woke people making a big deal out of the ‘diversity of the family’ and how it reminds them of [a place nobody in the family is from], the teenagers dying trying to keep the laughter in
people casually discussing the hardcore stuff they did ‘back there,’ said stuff somehow including that time their small boat got capsized by a giant manta ray after they went beyond the coral reef, or watching headless chickens run around (yes it’s a real thing) after killing them for lunch + the people who lived in cities their entire lives staring dumbly
the mixed and non-mixed kids introducing themselves as cousins and getting to enjoy the funniest reactions
“We’re cousins.” (”On est cousines.”)
*blinking* "... But, hmm... How is that?" (”Mais, heu... Comment ça se fait?”)
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hi!! how are you? can you write for baku, deku, & todo where they meet their s/o family for the first time & they’re super scary? they’re all super tall, buff, full of tattoos, loud, aggressive, mean & the fam is super overprotective over s/o & the 3 are just freaking out bc s/o is the opposite? s/o is super sweet, calm, bubbly & short so the last thing they were expecting was this & they’re just freaking out & trying to get on their s/o’s family good side? sorry if that sounds complicated 😭
The more specific the ask, the better! I’ll see what my brain can come up with, I’ve just had couch medicine so
Requests are temporarily closed so I can catch up on them!
BAKUGOU KATSUKI
-Loud boi isn’t gonna let anyone know that he’s intimidated.
-He’s already a little nervous to meet your family for the first time, though he’d never admit it. You were so hesitant to ask him to come over, and at first he thought it was because he was the loud and aggressive one.
-But that Saturday afternoon when he walks up to your house and your dad answers the door, he’s like ‘oh’ and it all clicks into place.
-He loves you a lot, so he wants to make a good impression, but he also never backs down from a challenge. So he and your dad have a stare down in the doorway, until you stroll around the corner and see them.
-You scold your dad and tell him to stop being rude to your boyfriend. Your dad doesn’t say anything, but he sighs and lets Bakugou in.
-The fun doesn’t stop there, though. You tug Bakugou around the house from room to room introducing him to your family, and every single one of them gives him the same cold, mildly threatening stare.
-Ngl your uncle who lives in the basement apartment kinda scares him, but he doesn’t say anything and tries to play it cool. The guy is built like a brick house and covered head to toe in intricate tattoos.
-He doesn’t mention it, but you can tell that your boyfriend is wondering about potential ties you have to the mafia, with a guy like that living in your house. But you assure him it’s just your uncle’s quirk that gives him the art on his skin, and that he’s actually pretty shy about it and doesn’t like going out.
-The last person he meets is your mom. With everyone being so much taller and physically stronger than you, he assumes that your mom is gonna be the person you got your tiny genes from.
-Lol no
-She’s at least six feet tall, and without a doubt the most intimidating person in the house. She’s got the face of an angel and the grace of a butterfly, but behind her smile Bakugou can see the willingness to kill anyone who hurts her baby (you).
-Lunch with the fam is a little awkward at first, until your younger cousin goads Bakugou into a spice eating contest. Then the shouting at the table begins, everyone placing their bets on who they think will win. You’re the only one who bets on your boyfriend, and you get like a hundred collective bucks out of your family members when he wins.
-He’s earned the respect of your cousin, who’s like eight maybe and now deems Bakugou a respectable opponent. Bakugou is torn between yelling and patting the kid on the head, so he probably does both and shouts at the kid to keep practicing so they can try and beat him one day.
-At the end of the visit, your boyfriend is surprisingly calm. You’re walking him home, arm in arm, not really saying much. Though you do tell him that he’s taking your living situation pretty well.
-He’s like wdym? And you explain to him that most of your friends and potential partners are scared of your family and refuse to come over because of them.
-Bakugou just scoffs and is like ‘of course they are, because they’re chicken shits. As if I’d be scared of a bunch of-’ and he pauses because you start laughing, not at him, just about the situation.
-Your family actually really likes him and find him a suitable boyfriend for you. They know you’re strong, but they want someone who can protect you and who’s loyal to you, and they see that in Bakugou. They probably invite him to the next family gathering.
MIDORIYA IZUKU
-A nervous boi
-He wants so badly to make a good impression on your family, to get their approval of your relationship. He knows you’re close with them, so he doesn’t want their potential opinions of him to sway your desire to be with him.
-He dresses casually but tidy, and while he waits at the door he fiddles with his shirt a bit.
-Almost has a heart attack when your sister opens the door and glares down at him with the rage of 1000 suns.
-He does his best to introduce himself formally and be polite, but your sister is making it awfully hard for him to stay focused. She doesn’t say anything to him, so he just continues chattering until he’s off on a tangent and saying way too much.
-And you’re like ‘I feel my boyfriend danger senses tingling’ so you go downstairs and lo and behold. 
-Ofc he’s not in any actual danger, just the danger of making a fool of himself. You set a hand on your sister’s arm, and the moment you do it’s like all the anger in her body dissipates and she turns into a sweet, smiling bean. Then she skips away to go do her homework.
-You pull Midoriya inside and give him a once-over anyways, just to make sure your sister didn’t burn holes in him with her glares. But he assures you he’s alright, and he’s a lot more relaxed now that you’re around.
-Probably says something like ‘I can see why you were so nervous about bringing me to your house, your older sister seems really protective of you’
-and you’re like ‘um,,,,actually she’s my younger sister’ and he’s like ‘wot’ and you’re like ‘also she’s the least scary of everyone’ and he’s like ‘wOT’
-You waste no time parading him from room to room to show him off, all while his soul slowly escapes his body.
-Your parents actually scare him the least, like, of course they’re protective of you, but they have the common courtesy not to exaggerate their scary qualities. They still tower over both you and Midoriya, but they’re mostly civil in terms of interactions.
-Your older brothers scare him a little bit more. They share the basement suite, so you drag your boyfriend downstairs to introduce them all to each other...and interrupt their poker game with their friends.
-All of them have some kind of tattoo visible, nothing Midoriya recognizes as any gang symbol, but he’s still wary. However, he manages to say hello and all the pleasantries, and actually gets a smile out of one of your brothers, who tries to rope him into a game of cards.
-Thankfully you save him with the excuse that you still have more family to show him off to, but he’s left with the promise of ‘later, then’.
-Lastly is your sister, who he’s technically already met. She’s arguably the scariest of everyone. She’s easily almost six feet tall and looks like she could bench press the two of you with ease. You promise him that she’s a literal sweet pea, but when the two of you walk up to her room, Midoriya isn’t so sure.
-She glares at him hard, like she’s judging him about everything and if he doesn’t pass she’ll snap him in half. He has to swallow the lump in his throat, and quickly looks around the room for some kind of thing to ask about that might get her to open up.
-And he sees it. One of the rarer All Might figures from an old merch line, one that he also has, so he’s like ‘do you like All Might’ and it’s like a switch is flipped.
-You breathe a sigh of relief as the two of them start nerding out about their favourite hero, sprouting facts and recalling films and old news videos. When he mentions that All Might teaches at his school, your sister honest to god squeals, and starts asking all kinds of questions about what kind of teacher he is, what he’s learned, what it’s like to be a protogee of such a great hero. He answers everything with glee, all his former fears forgotten.
-When it comes time for dinner, your sister insists that your boyfriend sit next to her, which is apparently a very high honor because one of your brothers sulks off to the other end of the table. (You assure your brother later that it’s just temporary and that your sister just really likes your boyfriend).
-But seeing the two of them interact warms your heart, it’s usually hard for your sister to make friends because she’s so intimidating, so you’re glad they’re getting along. And so does the rest of your family! They see Midoriya’s kindness and hardworking attitude, and they warm up to him pretty quickly.
-It ends up being a really enjoyable night, despite the rocky start. Though sadly yes your boyfriend does eventually get roped into a game of poker, and yes your brother’s cheat, but you cheat too, and you’re all betting in chocolate coins. You share your hoard with him.
TODOROKI SHOUTO
-He goes into it being not nervous, and ends up being Quite nervous once he meets your family.
-When he arrives, you’re thankfully the one to answer the door, so he doesn’t get hassled, so everything seems pretty normal right off the bat. Until your cousin walks through the room and is like ‘???? who’s this pipsqueak???’ and Todoroki is torn between being his usual snarky self and being polite.
-He wats to throw shade right back, but for your sake he wants to make a good impression. You’re used to his manners (or lack thereof) but he doesn’t want your family to think he’s not worthy of you. He really loves you a lot and wants to stay with you.
-So he goes for a formal introduction, even going in for a handshake. It’s kind of funny, because your cousin is like ‘lol what are manners’ but your glare forces him to return the gesture. His hand completely dwarfs your boyfriend’s, and you have to hide a snicker.
-And then the guy awkwardly wanders out of the room.
-You and Todoroki kind of just stand there for a second, and then he’s like ‘is this what you meant when you said your family was intimidating’ and you’re like ‘:3′
-You give him a tour of the house, a nice modest place with traditional aspects. It’s nowhere near as big as his, but he like it that way, it makes the place more homey and warm.
-You introduce him to family members as you come across them; your younger twin nuisances cousins, who are more mischievous than dangerous, your aunt and her wife, who look like they could get away with murder, your brother and his friends, who mostly only glare at Todoroki to try and make him uncomfortable.
-Thankfully he’s used to the stoic and slightly scary expressions, thanks to his dad. He wonders momentarily if you’re safe here, but then he realizes that everyone in the house is especially kind to you, and very affectionate when they think he’s not looking. He doesn’t even bother asking the question.
-Lastly are your parents, who are in the kitchen preparing dinner. They’re a little perturbed that you’re both in the kitchen when they’re working, but they seem to be less purposefully intimidating than everyone else. They’re still a little scary though.
-Then he notices that your parents are making soba. From scratch. Which is particularly difficult to master, so he figures they must be pretty well practiced if they’re so good at it.
-Without thinking, he asks if they’ve made soba before, and soon your parents are sprouting off about their culinary careers and the restaurant they run. You were supposed to take over one day, but you ultimately chose a different path in life, even after they taught you so much.
-Todoroki didn’t even realize you could cook, but now he wants more than anything to try your meals someday, or learn a few things from you and make dinners together.
-It startles him a little that he’s thinking so far ahead in your lives, but honestly if you’ve managed to get him as a boyfriend then you’re likely to have him for your whole life, if you want him.
-He talks a little more with your parents about the food, expressing in his way that he’s looking forward to a dinner that’s had so much hard work go into it. And you can see the little light go on in your parents’ heads, the light that signals they approve of your choice in boyfriend and have started making room in their hearts for him.
-Dinner is nice, pretty peaceful aside from your twin cousins causing their usual trouble, but he’s nonplussed by it. he still wonders how you managed to come out so small in comparison to everyone else, but it doesn’t bother him too much. He can see that you’re loved and well cared for, and a little piece of him hopes that one day he’ll be able to get to know your family even better.
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Lotto | A | Chapter One
MafiaBoss! UndergroundCriminal! Yoongi x Strugglingwaitress! Y/N
Word Count - 3,210
Yoongles has his silver hair in this one 👌🏼. Smut will be in future chapters. Enjoy !
The smell of grease and bacon has your brain pounding in your skull. A normally pleasant smell can get old after an 8-hour work shift, 5 days a week. Dave rings the bell once again and you zig-zag between the tables trying to get there, refilling empty coffee mugs and fetching missing condiments on the way. Another day, another measly dollar.
By noon, your feet need a rest and you need a break. The sneakers squeeze your feet so much it feels like they might bring you down a size permanently. Marla comes from the back, chewing that cheap gum that’s bought wholesale. You hand over the paper tab and fill her in before heading into the back room. Lunch is spent eating a stale sandwich with stale lettuce and softening tomatoes that can leave an unpleasant aftertaste. Mentally, there’s a reminder set to see what they have at the food pantry this week.
Hopefully, your brother ate his lunch. It’s not like he likes it anyways and you can't blame him for it. Anxious thoughts are interrupted when Mina opens the door in all of her cheerfulness.
“Y/N, someone is asking for you.” She must see your furrow brows cause she continues.
“Says he needs to see you, it’s been a while. Is he a bad ex? Should I get rid of him?” Her worry makes you inwardly smile and you head to the sink. “No, it’s ok. I’ll be right there.” She leaves with a nod. The smile drops the minute she does. What could he possibly want now? Something uneasy stirs in your stomach. It could be the food just devoured, but there is something more pressing at the moment. The dim hallway is empty and you carefully walk out, counting the black and white tiles. With your head held high, you walk towards the booths.
The blue hair peeks out from the top of the divider. He always sits in the left corner of the room, drinking a lemonade. Always at the same time. Always on time. You walk towards the table and sit down. Taehyung offers a small nod of his head in acknowledgment. Or at least that’s what he says his name is. The first time he had waltzed in, he turned heads. A beautiful man in a crisp Armani suit isn’t exactly discreet. You came out to greet him and asked if you knew each other when he uttered one word. Your father's name. From then on you knew whatever came of this interaction, it wasn’t going to be pleasant. That bastard had ruined your family and still, it's not enough. He continues to cause destruction, long after he’s been gone.
Taehyung's tan skin and blue hair are a striking match. Chocolate eyes study the way you clench your hands together on the table, steadying shaky fingers. Pretending to hold it all together.
“Hello, Y/N.” He asked for your name the first time and you refused to give it. Years of watching sketchy people walk in and out of your apartment teach you to be wary. By the next meeting, he had it on his tongue in greeting. Perhaps a show of how much they really knew and were able to find out what they wanted.
“I have a note for you from Mr. Min. It’s appropriate to now set up a formal meeting. Tonight.” The previous suspicion is proved correct. This elusive Min wants to meet and it has your heart sinking.
“I have my brother to pick up from school.” Demons may thrive and bath in the night, but the rest of us don’t have that luxury to choose.
“Sorry, but you’ll have to make arrangements. We could send one of our men to do it... if you want.” Absolutely fucking not. You may be bad at surviving, but stupid is not in your nature.
“I’ll work it out.” It's the first time you keep eye contact with him since he arrived. While he notices the sudden determination, you notice the prominent mole on his nose. He’s handsome in a catalog type of way. they must have to be, to make the jobs easier. His tan skin glows, even in the gloomy shadow that the grey skies cast into the room.
“There will be a car parked outside your residence to pick you up.” Being in a car with these people doesn’t seem like such a good idea, either. The next words are painful to say.
“It’s ok, I’ll walk.” He quirks a brow and looks sideways at the droplets sliding down the window.
“It’s going to be raining heavy tonight, though.” His deep voice fills you with dread. Especially because there is an underlying tone of sympathy in it. On cue, lightning roars from somewhere above the popcorn ceiling. Hopefully, it’s enough to distract him from the fidgeting.
He gets up to leave but not before looking down at your slumped form, trying to ignore how tired and pitiful you look. Deliver and leave. That’s the job as a messenger. All of the five times he has come here have made him wonder who you are. What put you in the sights of a man like his employer. You are young, but there is so much sadness already. Ironically, he knows how you must feel. Against his better judgment, he fixes his collar and is gone as quickly as he came. Don’t ask, don’t get involved with the debtors. It’s easier that way. All you can do is place your head on the table and zone out for a little. It’s the go-to self-care these days. Just to pretend that you don’t exist in this form in time, that you can blend in with the background and disappear. Not for the first time, you curse your luck, family ties. What have I been roped into?
When the sun sets, your legs are already carrying you down the street before Lina can change her mind. Thankfully, it isn’t pouring down yet. Closing the diner is normally your job and it is a dreaded task. Anything can happen in that timespan and it keeps the adrenaline constantly flowing. A girl alone in a diner with a cash register is a golden opportunity. It’s hard to feel like beyond the windows there aren’t eyes, waiting in dark street corners. After a couple of blocks, the old orange apartment building comes into view. At one time it must have been nicer and that's hard to picture. Mr. Shihan is playing cards with another older man on the sidewalk when you come up to the gate. Their concentration is fully on the game and he doesn’t give his normal greeting. He’s a sweet man with a terrible habit. The courtyard is empty. There are barks and kitchen sinks running, loud televisions that have no consideration. Unfortunately, there are no stairs and after long days, it’s hard not to just want to sit down on the dirty, concrete floor and fall asleep. Before you reach the 5th floor, you wait at the entrance to the hall on the 4th. It’s taken time for you to stop caring what others think of your situation, the disapproving comments, and glances from the teachers at your brother's school and almost anywhere you go. Too young, give him up to the state. Can’t take care of him, look how skinny he is, look how tired. People who look from the outside and have the luxury to judge. You are old enough to take care of him and he belongs with you. You’re the only family you two have left.
It’s only when you need help that it kills you to see Mrs. Litska. She’s an old woman who was able to babysit your brother while you are at work. With one knock, the door opens and you are met with a frown on her crinkled face. You don’t have time to say much, you just give her the envelope of this month’s pay and step inside. Your brother is asleep on the brightly foiled couch in the dim living room that smells of baked bread. The sound of Vivaldi comes through the ancient radio on the side table. His little fingers hold tightly onto the Spider-Man plushie picked out at the thrift store a while ago. It’s seen better days, but they are insuperable. Placing the stuffed item to the side, one arm loops around his shoulders to him up to place his head on your shoulder. The kid could sleep through anything.
The both of you head upstairs into your own living quarters. The lights don’t turn on when the flip is switched and you sigh as you try your best to remain close to the wall.it proves to be hard with your body ready to give out, but you ultimately make it to the room and place your brother into the squeaky bed. The candles are pulled from the drawer and each one settles into every corner of the space nicely.
Finally, you take off your partially wet clothes and put them into a pile by the tub. At least the water is warm as your body slowly leans down into it. Suddenly, the room is quiet and it’s hard to let yourself float away. It’s eerie and not comforting at all. It never is. There is no next destination besides a dreaded one, no way to work yourself towards, hanging on through the blissfully hard distractions that take up your life. They allow you to not stop, to not think about where you could be. Staying busy saves you from reaching into yourself too much.
Minutes tick by, a full half-hour before your skin is soggy and the water is cold. Still, it's better to be here than think that in another hour you could be trafficked and the little boy in the other room sleeping peacefully would have no one left. Mother dead, father gone, sister missing. It brings a chill to the room and it’s suffocating. Once you’re dressed casually, you check in on your brother who is still tucked in, his breathing mellowed out. Here’s to hoping he stays asleep and doesn’t wander through the place at three in the morning to an empty apartment. You kiss his forehead and bring his plushies within reach. They crowd the space around him, cocooning him in.
With one last safety check and blowing out the candles, you lock the door from the outside and move along the hallway down to the stairs.
Your neighborhood is wet and dark at this hour. Thankfully, you are prepared with a switchblade and pepper spray bought last week. It’s three blocks to the main streets where more people walk with umbrellas. Men in suits getting home and families hurrying to their cars. The shop lights flash, shop windows showcasing fried chicken and ice cream. Your stomach automatically grumbles.
Your umbrella holds up for the most part until the lights start to separate and the streets once again turn dim and dirty. The sudden gusts of wind fold it in and it snaps. Soda cans and bags of junk food litter the edges of cement. Shops on this side are all closed, bars and steel curtains drawn. Every little sound has the back of your neck standing up. A tabby cat pops up from under a beat-up truck and it has your heart momentarily stop. Hopefully, it’s around the corner. Your hands shakily open the worn piece of paper to try and locate the street. Luckily, it’s one street down. Once you turn the corner, you head right into a narrow alley. The pepper spray is held onto tightly with clammy hands.
The situation is starting to look sketchier as you go on. Once you reach the dead end, something to the left catches your peripheral vision. Off to the side is another narrow path, much shorter than the one you just went through. It leads directly to a steel door with a neon sign right above. The letters that read Welcome bathe the entrance in blue and red. When you come closer, you notice a little plant to the side. As if it can hide the strangeness of it all when all it does is highlight. Still, the harshness of the surroundings doesn't reach this corner. For a while, you stand there as the rain continues to patter. The sign buzzes and flickers. Your clothes get more soaked but you refuse to move forward. I’m a bad bitch, I’m a bad bitch. I got this. There is vibration coming from the floor beneath your feet. The door opens and a big muscular man gestures for you to come in. This is how it starts. A cliche buff bouncer opening the rope to the gates of hell. He stares and steps aside, gesturing again. Maybe you could have made a run for it before he appeared. Not now. It would be useless. They will come looking. These people always collect. You’ve seen it before. Ultimately, the decision has been made by someone else. There's more to lose if you don't and with a tug of your bag, you trudge forward.
What you had been imagining this past week was apparently absurd compared to the vision that lay in front of you now. There was no blood, no people begging for you to help them escape. No blindfold, just plenty of men and women holding down handles at the slot machines that showed them all the wrong symbols. You walked through the desperation into another area of green felt tables and cards being dealt. The air is stuffy and it smells of smoke and alcohol. Apparently, no one else is bothered. Ahead of you, a tall man is pressing on something in his ear with a meaty hand. Darting your eyes around, you take in more. Before confusion settles in on where to go you find the answer. From the second floor, Taehyung holds onto the railing, looking around. Your eyes meet and it’s strangely intimate. Too intimate. It must not be hard to be found when your clothes are wetting the floor beneath you.
He walks towards you with a small smile. His cobalt blue suit stands out and there’s a dangly earring hanging from one ear. His appearance is much flashier than it was the last time you saw him. With one look behind you, he leads you both up the stairs. On the way, you internally chide yourself for wearing what you are now. The wet clothes make you feel like a little sewer rat. You feel like ratatouille and the confidence that brought you here is dwindling. Instead of a shoddy warehouse that was expected, you are venturing deeper into a maze of halls with red carpeting and gold-rimmed mirrors. Eyes remain forward, but your mind tries to remember every sharp turn, every step that takes you further away from an exit. It is not hard to conjure up terrible, gruesome images and they flash a mile a second. There is only silence and you do not expect anything else. Finally, Taehyung comes to a halt and you almost bump into his back. The door is red and for some reason, it hits you know what big of a mistake you have made. You feel like you’ve been personally delivered to hell’s gates. No one knows where you went tonight. They could get rid of your body and no one would look. It would be easy. Just a poor, young person who could have been tossed or thrown into the river. Another cold case, another victim. He knocks on the door in a pattern of sound and pauses. Must be a code of some sort. Loud noises and laughter get closer until the door opens abruptly and an older gentleman with peppered gray hair greets the man next to you.
“Tae, my boy. Yoongi was about to cheat again.” Tae? Yoongi? This stranger’s excitement has you even more on edge. Your palms are now sore from clenching and cutting at them with overgrown nails. Taehyung moves forward and he smiles as an arm is put around his shoulder. There’s conversation but you don’t hear any of it. Somehow you get yourself inside the room and the door shuts right after. There’s even more smoke and laughter and a champagne bottle being popped somewhere. It all whizzes by. On the outside, your face must seem neutral but the inside is ringing with alarms and warnings. It feels like there’s a hole in the pit of your stomach. Somewhere along the way, the older gentleman named Lee went off to talk to some people on a chase couch against the wall.
There is a long gambling table at the end of this well-sized room and it seems to be the destination. When you get closer, there are about eight people around it. Mostly men with frowns. It must be the small number of chips in front of them. That doesn’t matter a second later though. Not when you catch the sight of the man sitting at the head of it. There’s a force that seems to be pulling everything in space to him, everybody. Bluish Silver hair catches the lighting of the small chandelier above as he gets up with a flute in between pale hands. His fingers grab a couple of chips from his pile which is no doubt the biggest of them all. They twirl in his ring-clad fingers. The veins line them and it’s hard to not stare. The robe that hangs off his lean figure looks decadent and expensive, so much so that it would stop the question of why he is wearing it entirely. There’s so much to take in. His face is gorgeous. His gummy smile numbs the feeling of panic that set in before. He gets closer, or perhaps you do. The two of you walk up to him. Realization dawns in then. Fuck My life.
“Mr.Min, this is miss Y/N.”
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Heartslabyul Part 3
Recap: After getting the chestnuts needed to make the apology tart the group now meets up with Trey in the kitchen.
Grim: We got the chestnuts. Now we can make a delicious tart.
Trey: We still have to peel them you know. It will be a challenge, but I know we can do it.
After peeling all the chestnuts Trey tricked basically everyone but Yuu and Cater into thinking that oyster sauce was needed for the tart. Then Trey released that he made to much marrow paste. So it was up to Yuu, Grim, and Deuce to go to the school store to buy the ingredients to make more whipped cream. The following happens:
Deuce: Wow, this place is amazing. Do you think this place actually sells the items we need?
Yuu: I believe so. I mean, back home it was pretty common for all types of stores to carry items like protection charms, bleach, scrubbers, and especially religious items.
Deuce: I can kinda understand the charms and religious items part. But why carry bleach and scrubbers?
Yuu: In case someone gets killed.
Deuce was about to ask Yuu to elaborate when Sam, the owner of the school store, came in to welcome Deuce and Yuu.
Sam: Hey, my lost little demons, how goes it? Welcome to Mr.S ‘s Mystery Shop. What can I do for you today? A charm for uncharted lands? Mummy of an ancient king? Or how about some cursed tarot cards?
Deuce: We’d like the things written here.
Grim: And some cans of tuna.
Yuu: We have enough tuna back at the dorm, we don’t need anymore anytime soon. Anyway, got any protection charms?
Deuce: No. No tuna or protection charms. Let’s just get the things we came here to get.
Sam: What what? Whipped cream, eggs… Oh! A nice sweet line-up. Ok! Coming right up.
Deuce: Wow, he really does have them.
Yuu: Well, the school store does need to have everything a student would need. And then some.
Sam: Sorry ‘bout the wait. It’s a bit heavy, you got it? If you order now you can get a 1/100 size floating platter to carry your purchases for 30% off.
Grim: What’s that? Sounds cool!
Deuce: We’re good. Thank you. It’s time to go.
Grim: But I wanna hang around more.
Yuu: If we hurry, Trey might let us eat something sweet.
Grim: Then what are we waiting for! Let’s get a move on!
Sam: Make sure to come by again!
*However as Yuu left with Deuce and Grim Sam couldn’t help but wonder about the new student. After what he has heard about their homeworld from Crowley sparked curiosity in both him and his friends. If what he thinks is true. Then Yuu might have come from a much darker world then his friends.*
On the way back to the kitchen Deuce offered to carry Yuu’s bag for them. When Yuu said that it was all right Deuce insisted saying that he was used to carrying heavy things as he would help his mom carry groceries. And since he was the only boy, he would be stuck doing anything requiring strength.
Deuce: Ah, I’ve just been talking about myself.
Yuu: Well I think that helping your family is a wonderful thing. Where I’m from, family is very important and to betray their trust would be to go against everything that both monsters and humans believe in. Helping your family, and anyone you see as family, is considered a very honorable thing to do. To do them harm is considered one of the worst things a human can do.
Deuce: Wow. You must miss them very much then. But, the thing is…. I always made my mom…
Before Deuce could finish his sentence he bumped into someone, breaking some eggs in the process.
Grim: Ahh! The eggs!
Deuce: $h*t, half of the eggs are destroyed! There’s egg all over the bag!
Delinquent A: Hey you! Watch where you’re… wait… You’re the fools who wreaked the egg in my carbonara earlier.
Delinquent B: It’s you guys again. You can’t catch a break!
Deuce: You were the ones who jumped out from behind the corner. At lunch, it wasn’t like you couldn’t eat the egg anymore but you still came to pick a fight… Just now, you destroyed half our eggs.
Grim: Yeah, that’s right.
Delinquent A: And? You sayin’ it’s our fault?
*Yuu, knowing that this will not end well, and with no way to defuse the situation stepped away from them. But at the same time they were ready to step in and help Deuce if it came to that.*
Deuce: Yes. Please pay for the eggs. And please apologize to the chickens too.
Delinquent B: Hmmm? You’re getting all worked up over eggs.
Delinquent A: They didn’t hit the ground right? Don’t sweat the small stuff.
Delinquent B: We saved you the trouble of breaking them.
Yuu could stand by no longer and decided to step in. After all, they had enough of these two boys nonsense.
Yuu: Well, you did damage what we payed for. I expect to at least be paid back in the amount the broken eggs cost. Think you can do that?
Delinquent A: Don’t think you can boss us around, just because we broke a few eggs!
Yuu: This is more than just about a few eggs. As I recall you two have been causing quite a bit of trouble as of late. Would be a shame if the principal knew of your antics.
*This was very much true as Yuu had used the ghost camera to take pictures of both the good and the bad. Let’s just say that Yuu had quite a bit of dirt on these two in particular*
Delinquent B: Is that a threat I hear?
Yuu: A warning actually.
Delinquent A: Looks like we need to teach these two a lesson.
Deuce: HEY! You don’t get to make decisions for us! These eggs… instead of becoming a chick they were gonna make us a delicious tart!! And you sure as he!! wouldn’t EVER hurt my friends! You get it! Huh!?
Delinquent B: What’s this guy’s problem all the sudden!?
Deuce: If you don’t wanna pay for the six eggs you broke… I’ll just punch you six times instead.
Delinquent A: Whaaaaa!?
Yuu: Time to fight!
Deuce: Grit your teeth a$$ho!e$!!
Let’s just say that the two never stood a chance. With Deuce’s experience in fights and Yuu’s self-defense training, they wiped the floor with the two delinquents.
Delinquent A: T-these two are straight-up mad! That wasn’t just six hits! Lair!
Yuu: OH! So you want some more huh!?
Delinquent B: Let’s get the he!! out of here! I’m sorry to all chickens!
Deuce: Apologize 100 times next you eat eggs! Dumb@$$e$!!
Grim: Wow!
Deuce: Huff, huff… Ugh!!
Grim: What just happened?
Deuce: …I screwed up… I vowed that I would definitely be a honor student this time…! In middle school, all I ever did was screw around… I constantly skipped school and spent my day getting into fights. I disrespected my teachers, hung around sketchy upperclassman, and bleached my hair to death. Even ran around all over the place riding a magical wheel. I was a terrible person that went as far as to use magic to lord over those that couldn’t.
Grim: Just now you went full on bad boy on those guys!
Deuce: Then one night... I saw my mom hiding away in tears as she called my grandma. "Was the I raised him wrong? Would it have been better if he had both parents?" She was wrong. Mom never did anything wrong. It was all me! So when the carriage from Night Raven College came to get me... My mom was so happy and I don't want to make her cry again. This time. I'm going to be an honor student my mom can be proud of. Then I do this... $hit!
Grim: But, y'know... Does being an honor student mean you have to grin and bare everything?
Deuce: Huh?
Grim: Those delinquents deserved another 10 punches if you ask me! You and Yuu fought them off before I could, though.
Yuu: I think that your mom would be proud that you are trying to be a better student. In my eyes, you are doing a lot better than back then.
Deuce: You guys...
Yuu: Even honor students get mad too.
Deuce: Really? ...Heh heh. May those baby chicks rest in peace.
Yuu: There is something that I need to tell you.
Deuce: What do you mean?
Yuu: The eggs that we bought will never turn into chicks as they were never fertilized.
Deuce: WHAT?!? You've gotta be kidding!?
Back at the kitchen, they gave the ingredients to Trey who then proceeded to finish making the tart. Which turned out to be amazing and looked really good.
Ace: Did something happen while you were out shopping?
Yuu: Chick shock...
Deuce: For 16 years... I believed that...
Ace: Making sweets takes so much time. I'm exhausted...
Cater: Good work! Is the tart finished? The decorations look super cute! It's totally magicam-gramble! Let me take a pic.
Ace: Ah! What'd you come here for?
Cater: I came by to check on my cute underclassmen, working so hard. Ahaha, you look beat!
Trey: Things you aren't used to tire you out quick. So when you're tired you need to eat something sweet. Go ahead and try the mont blanc we made.
Everyone: Yay!
Yuu: Are you sure?
Trey: It's fine.
Ace: Cater, you did come here just in time to eat the tart!
Yuu: Almost like you planned it.
Cater: Just a coincidence I promise.
Grim: Waaahaaa... It smells so deliciously sweet. The chestnuts on top are glossy while the cream underneath is so fluffy! Let's eat!
Yuu: Please don't eat it all. We still need a tart for the Unbirthday Party.
Grim: I know
Ace: Ah! Holy crap!
Cater: So good!
Deuce: Amazing... It's like what you get in stores.
Grim: It's not overly sweet but still has a richness to it! It's like a garden of chestnuts in my mouth!
Yuu: It's amazing! I definitely think that Riddle will love this.
Trey: Thank you.
Cater: Oh yeah. Hey Trey, do the thing.
Trey: The thing? ...Oh, that. So what are your favorite foods?
Ace: Mine's cherry pie and hamburgers.
Grim: My number one is canned tuna. And cheese omurice, and grilled meat, and pudding!
Deuce: If I have to pick, omurice, I guess.
Yuu: Mine would have to be breaded shrimp.
Cater: And mine is grilled lamb with diablo sauce.
Trey: Alright here we go, ... Doodle Suit!
There was a sound, a flash, and then nothing.
Deuce: ...? This is?
Trey: Now take another bite of the mont blanc.
Ace: Hm? Hmmmmm? This is... mont blanc but it tastes like cherry pie!
Grim: It tastes like canned tuna! *Chomp chomp* Ohh, now it's cheese omurice! And grilled chicken, *munch munch*, and pudding!
Yuu: Wow! It really does taste like breaded shrimp!
Cater: Isn't it fun? If you did this while having tea with a girl, they'd be super impressed!
Deuce: It's amazing. Is changing the flavor of food your unique magic, Trey?
Trey: Actually, it's magic that "overwrites a component". So not just taste, but I can also overwrite the color or scent or really anything. The overwrite only lasts a short time so that's why it's like a doodle or scribble. That's why I've named this magic "doodle" since it's not permanent.
Grim: With your "Doodle Suit" my dream of all you can eat canned tuna isn't just a dream. It's so much better than the magic Riddle uses to bully people.
Trey: No... My magic is nothing more than child's play when compared to Riddle's He's on a different level. ...It's getting late. Let's go home and give Riddle the tart tomorrow. Tomorrow is the Unbirthday Party. Don't be late.
Yuu: Hang on. Do you have a book of the rules?
Trey: Yeah, why?
Yuu: I want to make sure that there is nothing against a mont blanc at an Unbirthday Party.
Cater: Good thinking Yuu.
Ace: So, did you find anything Yuu?
Yuu: Here we are. Rule Number 562: Refrain from bringing marron tarts for the Unbirthday Party."
Trey: Wow, I almost missed that one. Good thing Yuu double-checked the rules.
Yuu: It's kinda a talent of mine. Knowing the rules and when a rule applies to a situation or not. It's weird, I know.
Cater: Far from it. If you hadn't checked then Riddle would have most likely been furious.
Ace: Yuu, I owe you one.
Yuu: Then I think that we should keep the tart in the kitchen, explain ourselves to Riddle and hope that he takes the collar off of Ace.
Ace: One more thing. Yuu, can you let me sleep over again? My cruel upperclassmen aren't going to let me in the dorm!
Cater: Wow. So prickly!
Deuce: Ace, don't force Yuu to spoil you too much.
Grim: Yeah! You gotta pay to stay! 10 cans of tuna!
Ace: What! Are you telling me to sleep outside?
Yuu: No, no. Ace, you can stay but now you owe me two favors.
Ace: Fine by me! Thank Yuu!
Trey: Deuce, why don't you stay in their dorm to keep an eye on Ace? As the vice dorm leader, I give you permission.
Cater: Trey, aren't you spoiling the newbies. I'm jelly. Yuu, can I go too?
Yuu: I don't think so. The dorm needs some intense TLC and I'm pretty sure that you're needed in the dorm.
Cater: Tch. Bringin' me down.
Trey: Yuu, I'm sorry about forcing those two on you. We're counting on you tomorrow.
Yuu: It's fine and I will be sure that they are on their best behavior tomorrow.
Ace: Tomorrow is the Unbirthday Party. This damn collar is definitely coming off! Just you watch, Riddle.
As Yuu, Ace, Grim, and Deuce made their way to the dorm Yuu coudn't help but feel as if something was very wrong in the dorm. And that Riddle was in great danger, but from what?
That is where I will end this chapter and the next will continue to the morning of the Unbirthday Party. Until then, hope everyone is doing ok.
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honeypirate · 3 years
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Pancakes for dinner pt two
Aizawa x y/n
Part one part three will be the last.
CW: talks of murder and swearing
I really fucked up the times but I’m not gonna fix it.
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Aizawa’s POV
“Finally” he says, relief flooding his chest as your name lights up his phone screen. It’s been weeks since you’ve spoken. “Y/n” he says when he answers and you laugh “hey Shouta you sound like you missed me” god he loves your laugh, and of course he misses you! Every second of every day. But he doesn’t want to interrupt your time with your man or school and then there’s the time difference. It’s probably five pm there since. “I always miss you y/n. How are you?” He leans back in his chair at his desk “I’m alright, I just missed your voice and I wanted to talk” his heart skips and he grimaces at the reaction.
For years he’s tried to stop loving you. He knows you only think of him as a brother, he wouldn’t ever bring it up to you. He will respect your feelings. He just wishes his body and heart would respect him.
“I had to stop what I was doing and go out to the field to stop them from fucking fighting, but All Might is there when I leave the building. Turns out the fight was his fault because he neglected Bakugou and favored Deku” he has one hand behind his head and his feet up on his desk catching you up on his life “but you still gave them punishment for fighting right? Suspension and garbage duty for the dorm?” Your voice was amused and he could hear your smile through the phone. “Yeah I did” he laughs “that exact punishment. How did you know?” “Because I know you Shouta” you say with a laugh and he blushes and then cursed himself Internally. “So how’s what’s her face?” He resisted the urge to groan.
He was dating some girl he met at the grocery store for a few months. Trying to get rid of his feelings for you. But it didn’t work. He still had his feelings for you, he still cared about you more than anything and anyone else.
“I don’t know” he says and pinches the bridge of his nose. Her voice was too calm when she answered, he noticed “why wouldn’t you know? You’re dating her” he debates weather or not to just tell you the truth right now. Get it off his chest. But he remembers your real feelings and after a few seconds he sighs “I broke up with her a few weeks ago” he says gruff with his palm over his eyes “why?” He barely heard your voice. His heart is beating quickly “I realized that she wasn’t the one for me and I didn’t want to string her along” “huh”
After a pause he hears you quietly whisper “Hey Aizawa?” He sets his feet on the ground and leans forward “Hmmm?” “I broke up with him a couple months ago. He was cheating on me” he has half a mind to fly straight there and fucking murder the kid. Just kill him and dump his body in the river. After he calms himself down he let about the breath he was holding and says “oh. . . Y/n why didn’t you tell me?” He’s a little sad because maybe you were growing away from him. He hears a little bit of sadness in your voice when you respond “I didn’t want to worry you or take any time from your girlfriend” his ex girlfriend. If only you knew how much he loved you, he can’t help but sadly laugh “you know that you’re more important to me than anyone. Y/n! Come on” he admits in a whisper “That’s why I broke up with her”
“can I ask you something?” Your voice was quiet, it immediately worried him “Sure...” “how come you never asked me out in the beginning? That week after I met you I almost thought you liked me for a second” he hears the nervousness in your laugh. “Don’t you see me as a brother?” His voice was gruff although he was trying hard to just sound normal. You laugh and it catches him off guard when you say “what?! No!. What made you think that?.” But I heard her, she said it. He sighed “I heard you on the phone once with your sister. You were laughing and you said in a horrified voice how you only see him as a brother and anything more grossed you out” this time your laugh was loud as well as your voice “Shouta Aizawa! No! That conversation was about Zashi!” His phone almost drops from his hand. Hizashi. She was talking about hizashi. And he wasted years of love thinking you’d never love him. What a fucking idiot. I am such a Fucking idiot he laughs loud
“oh” he says quietly, he was freaking out if he was being honest and you laugh ““y/n, I ...” he starts but stops when he hears you say at the same time “Aizawa, I ..” he smiles but hears your laugh cut out and someone on the other side yelling by your roommate. “I have to go. The dorms are being attacked. We will finish this conversation after we’re done and everyone’s safe.” He’s sitting up straight now, nervous for you “Y/n! Be careful. I know you’re strong. I believe in you!” He tries to send you his energy through the phones “Thank you. Talk to you soon” and you hang up. He tries to go back to work, he’s doing paperwork during his free time between classes and lunch but he can’t help but he worried for you and constantly checking his phone.
When you call again half an hour later you’re yelling as soon as he presses answer, it makes him laugh before he realizes it means you got hurt. You only ever get crazy energy when you get hurt fighting. “Shouta! The kids are fine! I’ll be fine as well once the stitches are done” there we are he hates when you’re hurt. It’s the worst for him. Your laugh was awkward before you spoke again “I’m coming home! I got a plane ticket. I have the next couple weeks off because of this attack and I need to see you. It’s been too long. And.. I .. I think that I should probably tell you this now, in case there is an accident and I never see you again. I think it’s time to be brave!” He laughs worriedly. You’re coming home? Youre worried about a plane crash?“youre coming home? What’s going on?” Your voice was wild as you continued “I don't wanna say something wrong or be weird so if this comes out wrong let’s just forget about it. And if you're still in love with her then we will just pretend that I didn’t say anything. Two years away from you has felt like forever. I tried to find the right time to tell you but it never happened. I chickened out. Like the time I asked how was fall semester? I wanted to tell you how much I loved talking to you every single night. And that conversation we had about your favorite band? Spur of the moment because what I really wanted was to tell you how much I missed hugging you.” In love with her? What is she talking about? What is she gonna say wrong? He’s standing up at his desk now, his heart rate quick “Y/n take a breath and tell me what you’re trying so hard to tell me” hes trying to stay calm he hears you take a deep breath “okay. Here it goes. Ill tell you. Shouta. I’m gonna say it” He laughs. He knows you so well. You’re nervous “stop stalling” he keeps his voice calm. You laugh and then speak the clearest thing he’s heard from you yet “I’m coming home for a couple weeks, if the plane happens to crash tonight and I never get to see you again I’d want you to know that I am in ..”
“IN WHAT?? IN WHAT Y/N?!” He’s yelling in his phone now, yours must have died. At the complete wrong time “FUCK!” He starts to pace and tries to call you back a couple times just getting your machine. He stops and takes a deep breath. “Calm down. She’ll call you back” she’ll say what she meant. She’ll say she’s in trouble. She is in a choir group maybe. Maybe she’s in need of some R and R. Or she’ll say she’s in love with me. God I hope that’s the one. Fuck here’s my next class
When he checks his phone at three, he curses under his breath. Of course he missed her call he was teaching. Fucking 17 hour time difference.
He puts his phone to his ear to listen.
“I’m sorry. My phone died and I don’t have much time before I get on the plane” his heart races as he hears you running through the airport in the background , he turns towards the window in his class room plugging his other ear “my phone is going to die again so I’ll be quick. I’ve been in love you with for as long as I can remember.” He stops breathing. that’s it. His wish. His biggest dream. The message continues “I didn’t realize until I left you. My plane gets there in 13 hours if you feel the same pick me up. If you don’t then I’ll go back right away and we can pretend this never...” the message ends and he asumes your phone died again. Okay. He thinks okay. 13 from the time she called at 12:30pm. That makes it 1:30 am. He has so much to do until then.
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thenovelartist · 4 years
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Childhood Friends Headcanon -MLQC
I’m sorry to all the people who come to my blog for ML only to get bombarded by posts for MLQC. But I’m enjoying myself.
Premise: What if the boys and MC actually stayed together once they met?
(Note: Minor spoilers for chapters 7-13, particularly surrounding boys backstories.)
Gavin
He’ll never forget that day in the rain meeting MC.
She knew about him—his reputation preceded him—and it was clear she was leery of him.
But with a little time, she came around.
So much so that she was sad that he graduated before her.
He was kinda sad, too, to be honest. He didn’t want to leave her.
But they never lost touch. Made sure to meet up as frequently as they could.
He didn’t attend his high school graduation—he both didn’t care and thought the everyone else would appreciate him not being present—but she did watch him with pride as he graduated his cop training program.
He almost cried over the fact that he actually had someone there to support him. He didn’t have familial support, but that didn’t really matter anymore when he had his own personal cheerleader.
He surprised her by showing up at her high school graduation.
Not really a “Surprise” but she was still wildly excited to see him, nonetheless.
Though they didn’t get to see each other often—Gavin busy with his demanding job and MC busy with college—they were instantly contacting the other when they had a moment of free time.
Gavin totally tried to coordinate his days off with hers.
They were that couple that claimed they were just friends but looked to the world like they were dating while also each wishing they were actually dating but both being too chicken to confess.
But Gavin finally gets the guts one day.
No surprise MC quickly followed up with a confession of her own.
How do you date?
They’d been so close and doing couple-y things for so long. Like, what was even a date compared to what they normally did?
They decided to do something they wouldn’t normally do and have a nice, truly ‘couple-y’ dinner.
Then they chuckled all the way home because that really wasn’t their style.
Still enjoyed it.
Gavin took her home, dropping her off at her door… and totally chickened out of kissing her goodnight.
They try the “date” thing again. This time, something more casual.
And that time, it did end with a kiss.
Gavin’s little mind went “boom”.
Already positive he’s gonna marry this girl.
Waits a little longer to propose, though. Just to make it seem like he’s not rushing it.
Courthouse wedding a few months later. Her father witnesses.
Then when her father passes shortly after, leaving her with the company, she’s constantly having to ask her coworkers for new copies of documents because she’s not used to signing her new last name quite yet. Especially when everyone still calls her by her maiden name. Or sometimes addresses her like they would her late father. (It’s a change for everyone.)
She’s got it down in a couple of days and likes her new signature better than her old one.
After marriage, Gavin also has a problem of his own. Particularly with the ring on his hand.
It’s his new nervous tick to play with it when he’s stressed on a scouting mission. And when he has to take it off for an undercover one, he’s a mess without it on.
Feels like he’s being unfaithful to the love of his life. MC has had to reassure him many times he’s not but secretly is touched that he feels that way.
These two have disastrous schedules, which is why when they both have time off they can spend together, phones go on silent. Someone can literally come to their house if it’s an emergency.
Kiro
They make it out of the lab together.
Poor kids were terrified out of their mind, each only five. They never let go of each other’s hands during their escape.
And they don’t want to be separated afterwards.
These two kids are each other’s “emotional support person.”
Literally inseparable.
These kids’ guardians bend over backwards to accommodate them. MC has a killer set of puppy dog eyes, but Kiro’s pout is downright impossible to resist.
They end up in the same classes at school.
Play together on the playground at recess and spend lunches together.
They are the “class couple.” And do get teased for it.
They’re told to ignore it, but it still takes a toll on them.
Eventually, Kiro steps out of school to become home-schooled, thanks to his music career.
Oh, these two kids do not know how to handle themselves.
But they are growing up and they can be apart from each other, right?
Right?
Wrong.
They survive not being in class together, but the moment they’re each out of school, they are attached to their phones, texting or calling each other.
Get together to hang out as much as humanly possible.
Kiro has 1000% both snuck off sets to go see MC and snuck MC onto sets to have her around.
MC has also enabled Kiro’s snacking by sneaking him anything he desires.
Usually it’s chips. She’s his chip dealer. Which only leads to the nickname “Miss Chips”.
They were so close that this mutual crush thing was absolutely unavoidable and unsurprising to most people who watched them.
They were fifteen and each exploring their feelings for each other and what dating was like.
And by sixteen, these two were totally making out in closets.
Savin just deals. As long as it doesn’t get out to the public, he’s fine with it. They’re generally discrete, anyway.
Though, the poor guy has had to hunt Kiro’s hiding spot down more than once. Generally, he scopes out the building beforehand so he knows where to find Kiro and MC if the superstar disappears from set.
Kiro would totally get her a promise ring. “I can’t officially propose now, but… I don’t think I’m going to be letting my Miss Chips go anytime in the future.”
She’s in tears.
Kiro’s already planned out proposing to her as soon as they are eighteen and has scoped out the perfect wedding venue.
Though, Savin now has to do everything in his power to keep the whole thing under wraps. He thinks it’s best the public doesn’t know Kiro’s getting married so young. They’ll slowly break it later.
MC travels with him everywhere, attending school online for convenience sake.
But when her dad passes and she has to take over the company, Kiro does his best to settle down more in Loveland to be by her side and support her more.
He fights to film exclusively at her company.
They totally have a closet that they make out in there, too. One MC has the sole key to.
Victor
He doesn’t loose track of her during their escape from that hellhole disguised as a “lab”.
She saves him, and he manages to carry her to safety.
Refuses to be separated from her after that.
Victor soon becomes like her over-protective big brother.
If he’s with her, he’s got his eye on her. And he’s with her a lot.
He’s so soft with her. Yes, there’s name calling on occasion, but he’s always met with a giggle when he calls her ‘dummy.’
He doesn’t really mean it, anyways.
Totally helps her with her homework.
And she always helps him in the kitchen. Rather, she tries and just ends up being the dishwasher after an incident with the fire alarm.
But she’s just happy if pudding is involved.
And though Victor swears he’s not going to make pudding every single night… there’s pudding more nights than not.
She goes to all his graduations; high school and college.
And he’s there supporting her at hers, looking on like the proud big brother his is.
“Good job, dummy.”
He totally teaches her how to write reports and such. Makes her do them and redo them until up to his standards.
“If you can impress me, you’ll win over anyone in the business world.”
Also teaches her all the ins and outs about running a business and how to thrive in the business world.
She’s always ready to take advice he offers.
Everyone in LFG knows that unless Victor actually is in an important meeting, MC is allowed in his office any time.
Has always seen her as his little sister.
Until she takes over her father’s company.
Suddenly, there’s a warmth in his chest as he watches her handle everything with ease.
It no longer feels like he’s watching over his little sister but rather watching a strong, capable woman handle the high-intensity job of running a company with confidence and poise.
… okay, poise was too generous a word. But his point still stood.
Suddenly, he notices she’s actually on his schedule. And their meeting takes place with none of the familiarity that they’ve become accustomed to.
He won’t coddle her as the business owner. She assures him she expects that from him.
And when she leaves his office, Victor finds himself a little bit of a mess.
They slowly lose their brother/sister mentality and grow into business partners that are close enough to have dinner a couple times a week.
“Question,’ he asks her one night. “Can these be considered ‘dates’ or not?”
She drops her fork in surprise.
They date for a several months before Victor proposes. He wouldn’t have proposed so early to anyone else but MC has always been an exception.
They put the wedding together in eight months. It’s a good, large, proper wedding, and they honeymoon out of the country. Because of course they do. Victor wants to give MC the best and only the best.
Total power couple, and Victor takes pride in that.
Lucien
This tree, or their tree, as Lucien likes to refer to it as, holds a very special place in his heart.
It started off as his sanctuary, the spot where he came out to draw.
But then it became the place that he got to bond with the girl who saved him.
After his parents were killed, everything went downhill for him at a rapid pace.
But she…
“It’s going to be okay.”
He still remembers the warmth of her hands when she held his and the tightness of her hugs she engulfed him in.
This girl’s smile lit up his dark world.
She’s the sole reason he escaped the pull of Black Swan.
Being four years apart as they were put a little gap between them growing up.
People looked at them in disdain so often that Lucien constantly lied about her being his sister.
He didn’t like that kind of attention from people, though he also logically knew why they received it.
Though he did his best to act respectfully and appropriately, he couldn’t help but feel all fluttery around MC. Every single time she came around, he had a physical reaction to her proximity.
Did his best to always act the gentleman. The last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable.
For now, he focused on his studies, partly because he found them interesting, partly because he wanted to be the kind of man who could provide well for his family.
Because he had his heart set on making one with her.
It was irrational, if he thought of it logically, to be become romantically attached to someone simply because he was emotionally attached to. Yet he could not separate the pull of romantic notions from his emotional relationship to her.
He eventually surrendered his attempts at trying to separate the two and gave up entirely in his quest to understand it.
He was already on his track to a doctorate when she graduated high school. And suddenly, them both being adults made those four years that separated them growing up seem a little less of a hurdle.
That’s when he asked her out.
“I had to wait so long, but I think now’s finally an appropriate time.”
And that’s when she admitted she had feelings for him, too.
It warmed his cold little heart.
They did take things slowly.
But they were already discussing marriage by the time MC had to take over the company when her father suddenly passed.
Honestly, though it was a terrible tragedy, Lucien is glad he finally gets to return the favor of being there for her just as she was there for him all those years ago.
He also decides to hide the ring he’d bought in a drawer, only to open it again when things were stable.
Well… relatively. The life of a media company manager is never fully stable. Mostly, Lucien just got tired of waiting.
He takes her back to their tree to propose.
They get married there, too.
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babysitting
"No, Y/N. Absolutely not."
"Tim! Come on, please. He's the easiest kid to look after and it's only for a few hours!"
"...I'm no good with kids. You know that."
"He already loves you, Tim. Look, I'd much rather spend my Saturday with my son than at work, but I need the extra money right now."
"Why do you suddenly need extra cash?"
Aaaand that's where you realize you've messed up. You love Tim, you do. But lord, that man has a tendency to overreact.
"....Nothing."
"Y/N..." Tim said, his voice low and threatening.
"...My landlord raised my rent again."
"Again?!"
"Tim!" You called, trying to halt his rage in its tracks. "It's- It's okay. After this paycheck I can start looking for a cheaper place. But right now I really just need help... Please just watch him for a few hours."
Tim huffed, digging the toe of his steel boots into the ground outside your home. He didn’t mind that you had a kid already before meeting him. It was never a problem. You loved Tim despite his problems and his, um, career, and that’s all he could want. But fuck. Something about watching your kid- in your house while you’re not even home- it was way too intimate. Like this was the next step in your relationship, and Tim had no idea if he was ready for that yet. Hell- he was half tempted to call up Hoodie- Brian was probably way better with kids than he is. Or fuck, maybe even Toby would be a better person to watch your son. Or maybe he should just go murder your landlord so it’s not a problem anymore. 
“Fine.” He growls before he can give himself enough time to chicken out. 
“Oh- thank you, Tim! Thank you.” You rushed forward and hugged him, and he grumbled something about you owing him into your shoulder. 
“You’ll be fine. Just set him up with his coloring books and a movie and he’ll be occupied all day. There’s sandwich stuff in the fridge for lunch and goldfish in the pantry if he wants a snack.” 
“Okay.. okay.” Tim mumbles as you unload information at him. Moreso for his own comfort than for yours. 
The next few minutes go by way to fast. You’re dressed and ready for work within a minute, and Tim watches awkwardly from the doorway as you scoop up your son- kissing him on the face and telling him to be good before you were suddenly gone, leaving Tim totally alone with a 4 year old. 
Somewhere along the way, Tim had convinced himself that he was much too dangerous to be around your son. A bad influence, irresponsible, negligent, any label he could tack onto himself to convince you he was just no good. However, despite his anxieties around your child, your kid unabashedly adored Tim, and it was clear that Tim had a soft spot for him since the beginning. Even when he was still hiding behind his mask. 
You trust Tim wholeheartedly. Enough so that you left your phone in your locker for the day. 
Skip forward a few hours, and you unlock your phone to find 37 text messages. All from Tim. 
Masky ❤ (10:37): What does he mean when he says fishy??? Masky ❤ (10:39): oh okay he meant Nemo. Masky ❤ (10:51): Does he know this entire movie by heart??? what are you teaching him  Masky ❤ (11:01): wait what time should i give him lunch?  Masky ❤ (11:06): he drew me a picture and im not going to lie to you y/n.  Masky ❤ (11:06): i almost cried. dont tell anyone that. Masky ❤ (11:21): okay he’s eating lunch now.  Masky ❤ (11:30): is the guy in the picture by the tv his dad? he looks like an asshole.  Masky ❤ (11:47): is he small for his age? he’s just so tiny.  Masky ❤ (11:54): he thinks its really funny how much bigger my hands are than his.  Masky ❤ (1:21) he wants to watch the grinch? it’s summer.  Masky ❤ (2:21): how many is too many cookies for a snack?  Masky ❤ (2:26): ...six is probably too many, right?  Masky ❤ (3:47): Y/N! WHAT THE FUCK
You find the initial messages adorable, and you’re honestly grateful for them. It was nice to know what Tim was thinking and how things were going. Until you reached the final message, of course. You knew everything was probably okay, but seeing Tim suddenly shouting your name and cursing before going radio silent was unnerving. 
You made your way home as quickly as you legally could, and pushed past your front door. 
“Tim?” 
Your living room was littered with colored on printer paper and scattered crayons. Two plates, abandoned since lunch. And of course, your boyfriend, sitting on the couch and cradling your child as he slept. 
“Tim?” You called out again, confused. “What’s happening?” 
“He... Called me dad. Earlier.”
“He did? Oh gosh- I’m sorry-”
“Y/N.” Tim says seriously, cutting off your apology, his eyes dark. “I would kill for this child.”
“Thank you. Please don’t.” 
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Love Is Blind: Chapter Eleven
Chris grabbed the woven basket, reusable cotton bag and climbed out of his parked car. He smiled up at the sign across the awning of the building before he opened the door and walked inside. He waved at the receptionist as he walked over to her, “Alexis, is Robyn in?”
“Yea, she should be in her office. Beverly and her should be finishing up their meeting.”
“Great. I’ll go back then. Thanks.”
“No problem.”
Chris walked through the employees only door and continued to the farthest room at the end of the hall. Just as he rounded the corner to Robyn’s office, the door opened. He smiled at Beverly as she moved past him then turned to Robyn as she leaned in the doorway.
“Hey You,” He said with a smile.”
“Hey. What are you doing here?”
“I was thinking my girl would like some lunch.”
“And how did you know I didn’t have plans?”
“I didn't but I was hoping.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be in class?”
“Is that where you would prefer me to be?”
“No but I’m asking.”
“Today is a student holiday and it is my lunch hour. I thought you might wanna have lunch with me.”
“I guess I could.”
Chris shook his head and chuckled, “you know there’s no one around, you don’t have to play so hard to get with me.”
“So first I’m your girl, now I’m playing hard to get.”
“You can definitely be both. It’s been a few weeks, I thought you were done playing me to the left.”
“Christopher, I am not playing you to the left,” Robyn replied as she moved back to let him into her office. Chris set the basket and cloth bag on top of her desk as Robyn moved her folders and papers into an empty file bin.
“Pardon me if I don’t agree with that sentiment. We went out on one real date and you’ve been semi-ghosting me ever since.”
“Chris, I spent the whole weekend with you.”
“Yes, and now I only hear from you if I call you. I thought you had a good time with me.”
“I did. You and Anesa were perfect hosts but one thing has absolutely nothing to do with the other. I’ve just been busy.”
“Ok. You know I can take rejection though. If you want me to leave you alone, I’ll do that.”
“If I wanted you to leave me alone, I’d tell you. My honesty has gotten much better too. I have no need to be coy or scared. I’ve just been busy.”
“Ok.”
Chris had hung up his coat and was sitting in a chair across from her desk while Robyn sat behind her desk, “how have you been?”
“I’ve been great. Working pretty much. You?”
“I’ve been better but I can’t complain.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Nothing really to say. I’m trying to decide if I wanna teach a class over the summer.”
“Do you normally work during the summer?”
“Not usually. I have before.”
“What’s holding up your decision?”
“Anesa. I don’t want to have to stick her in summer camp or something.”
“Do you have to work during the summer?”
“No.”
“So why are you considering it?”
“I end up not doing anything for most of the summer.”
“Don’t you go on vacation?”
“Yea for like two weeks. Anesa gets tired of not being around other kids after a while.”
“There’s no kids around when you stay in your condo?”
“No, there’s not a lot of families in my building.”
“Does Baby Girl have any friends?”
“Outside of school, not really. There’s just not really any children anywhere near where we live.”
“That’s unfortunate.”
“Yea, I’m just trying to enjoy her still wanting to be around me so much because I know once she gets older, it won’t be the same.”
Robyn chuckled as she nodded in agreement, “so what did you bring me for lunch?”
“I brought you a southern set up. Sweet tea, fried chicken, potato salad, and my favorite little surprise, sweet potato fries.”
“You cooked?”
“I cooked.”
“Hmmm...you really working to stay on my good side.”
“And be on the inside.”
“Do not start with me. I am at work.”
Chris laughed, “I will dial it back.”
“Thank you. So may we eat?”
“Yes, we may.”
Chris moved to empty the contents of the basket and bag onto the table.
After about 30 minutes, Robyn sat back with her hand on her belly and took a sip of her sweet tea, “I don’t know what I expected when you told me that you cooked but it definitely wasn’t that.”
“Is that a compliment?”
“Considering my food is almost gone, absolutely.”
Chris laughed, “thank you. I tried my best.”
“Your best is more than good enough.”
“Now you’re stroking my ego.”
“It is well deserved.”
“So about me cooking a real dinner for you?”
“You want another real date?”
“Very much so.”
“And where is this supposed to take place?”
Chris wiped his hands with a napkin and got up to walk around to Robyn’s side of the desk. He sat on the edge and she leaned back in her chair with her legs crossed, “you willing to go out of the city with me?”
“Depends on how far we’re going.”
“Pennsylvania.”
“And what do you plan to do with me in Pennsylvania?”
“Well if I told you, it’d ruin the surprise.”
“Well I don’t like surprises.”
“You’ll learn.”
“Somebody’s getting comfortable.”
“I know you and you will push back  just to push back. I have to stand my ground at some point.”
“Stand your ground? You wanna go toe to toe with me?”
“You don’t think I can?”
Robyn looked at the door to make sure it was locked before she stood up and moved to stand in front of Chris, “Well that’s not for me to determine.”
Chris gently caressed the side of the face then ran his fingertip along the curve of her earlobe, “well the way you’re talking, it seems like you think I can’t.”
“I thought you didn’t like to make assumptions.”
“I don’t but this is more of an educated guess.”
Robyn nudged her knee between his legs so she could stand between them as she rested her hands on his thighs, “you work out?”
“At least 3 times a week.”
“Nice.”
“Robyn, what are you doing?”
“I felt like getting closer so I am. Problem?”
“Of course not.”
Chris settled one hand on her waist to keep her in place as the other slid along the slide of her neck. Robyn stared directly in his eyes and felt like she was stuck in place. She watched his eyes widened then smolder. Her skin started to tingle and it felt like her breath was caught in her chest. She gave a small indiscernible shake of her head as Chris smiled at her, “not possible.”
“Everything I told Anna was true and I believe what you told Christian was true as well. Like I said, I have no reason to play coy with you.”
“This isn’t supposed to be happening. We talked about this.”
“What’s happening isn’t actually being forced to happen. I am in love with you. Still.”
“Christopher.”
“You love me. I know it even if you don’t want to.”
“This isn’t going anywhere.”
“I never said it was, doesn’t change the fact that I still love you, Robyn.”
“You couldn’t have just kissed me and not said anything?”
“I still can.”
“Nope. Vibe killed.”
Chris chuckled as Robyn sat back down in her office chair, “how does me reiterating something that I’ve already told you kill the vibe?”
“You told me that when we were still technically strangers. I didn’t have to look at you when you said it.”
“You didn’t think I was serious?”
“I know you were but at the time I wasn’t the ex-wife, it wasn’t my concern on how deep those feelings went. To say you’re still in love with me is different than still loving me, Christopher.”
“You sound upset. Did I offend you?”
“No, I was looking forward to the mood we had going that’s all. This made it more serious than I would’ve liked.”
“Ah. My apologies.”
Robyn waved her hand, “what time do you have to be back?”
“I don’t.”
“I thought you were just on your lunch hour.”
“Technically but I’m also not teaching today so I can go home if I feel like it.”
“Why’d you make it seem like you had a time limit?”
“You made it seem like you really didn’t want me around for too long.”
“That’s not the case.”
“I guess.”
“What time are you out of here?”
“I always leave after 6 but my last appointment is at 3.”
“So what do you do for three hours?”
“Whatever needs to be done. There’s nothing waiting at home for me to rush.”
“How about I change that?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’ll have something waiting for you at home.”
“Like what?”
“You’ll see.”
“Just because I’m curious,” Robyn moved to grab her purse from out of a desk drawer and grabbed her spare house keys, “I’ll give you my keys.”
“You have to be home by 6, not leaving here at 6.”
“Ok.”
“Don’t say ok then show up late.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
Chris nodded his head then moved to clean up the remnants of their lunch off her desk. Robyn stood up to walk him to her office door and leaned against the handle after she turned the lock, “whatever you have planned better be good.”
“It’ll be better than good.”
“Will you be there when I get there?”
“We’ll have to see.”
“Surprise, huh?”
“You’ll learn to love them.”
Chris pecked her lips before leaving her office. Robyn leaned against the doorframe as she traced her fingertips over her mouth.
Robyn cautiously turned the knob on her front door and frowned when she noticed it was locked. She looked at her phone and it was 6 on the dot. There was no way Chris really gave her a surprise and left. She unlocked her door and carefully walked in, the scent of vanilla and cinnamon wafted past her nose. She sat her purse and jacket on the side table by the door and closed her front door behind her. 
“Chris, are you here?” She called out. There was no answer. Robyn shrugged and moved towards her kitchen where the smell was coming. Her dining table was set up with dinner for one. A large vase of roses sat in the middle of a silk runner surrounded by electric candles. In front of the chair at the end of the table closest to her, there was a small box with a large card set in front of it. She walked over and grabbed the card to read aloud, “I’d figured the last thing you’d want to do is cook dinner for yourself so dinner for one is served. Your plate is warming in the oven. Yes, I ate so do not worry about me. Enjoy! Love, Chris.” 
She set down the card and moved to her oven. It was set to 250 degrees to keep everything warm. She turned off the oven and opened the door; there was a large platter covered with foil and a covered square cake pan. Robyn moved the pan and platter to the island and uncovered it.
“Where did this man learn how to cook, Le Cordon Bleu?” She murmured to herself as she looked at the roasted chicken with roasted vegetables and rice pilaf. The cake pan was home to homemade cornbread.She cut a fairly large chunk of cornbread to put on the platter then set it on the dining table. She went to the fridge to grab something to drink and there was a large pitcher of iced tea on the top self next to a cheesecake with a note on the storage lid that said dessert in capital letters. She grabbed the pitcher, a glass out of the cabinet then set it on the dining table before she went to get her phone out of her purse. It took a few moments before Chris answered, “Yes Robyn?”
“What time did you get to my house?”
“Why?”
“This had to have taken hours to make all of this.”
“Not really, if you know how to manage your time.”
“Don’t be facetious. This is a lot, Christopher.”
“It is but you deserve it. You’re always working so you should have somebody take care of you every once in a while.”
“Why didn’t you stay?”
“Because it’s not about me. Have you eaten yet?”
“No, I just finished getting my food out of the oven. How did you have it ready in time?”
“That is my secret that you don’t get to know.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes seriously.”
“I wish you would’ve stayed. We could’ve had dinner together.”
“We have time for that later, I just wanted you to enjoy your night.”
“Thank you. This really does look incredible.”
“No problem. I’m always just a phone call away if you need something.”
“I appreciate that.”
A few moments of silence passed before Chris spoke, “did you need something?”
“Can you facetime with me while I eat? Doesn’t feel right to eat this by myself.”
“Sure I can. Let me see if I switch over while we’re still talking.”
A few more moments passed before Chris’s face appeared on her phone screen, “is this better?”
“It’s perfect.”
Robyn propped her phone up against the box that was left on the table then sat down to eat her dinner.
“Oh, and what’s in this box?”
“I’m surprised you didn’t open it.”
“I was distracted by the food.”
Chris laughed, “it’s just something to help you relax after you get off work. I think you’ll like it.”
“Should I open it now?”
“Not if you don’t want to. It’s nothing fragile or perishable. Besides I don’t want your food to get cold.”
“I’ve finished damn near this whole plate, won’t nothing get cold but the crumbs.”
Chris laughed, “I’m glad you liked it. I tried my best.”
“When did you get to be such a good cook?”
“When I didn’t have you to do it for me anymore.”
Robyn chuckled, “how did you learn?”
“Part of my therapy was to find something new to be passionate about. I went back to playing music and I decided to pick up cooking. I took a few classes over the course of about six months. It wasn’t as difficult as I thought and I guess I picked up something from watching you all those years.”
“Really? I guess you sitting up under me in the kitchen was worth it.”
Chris laughed, “it was always worth it. Watching you move around was the best, I wasn’t even that concerned about the food.”
“I figured that.”
“So how you feeling?”
“I feel good. Still wish you were here.”
“Do you really want me to come over? I’d have to bring Anesa with me.”
“That’s fine. I’d love the company.”
“Then I am on my way.”
“Thank you.”
“No need. We’ll see you in a few.”
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Cetzu (Part 3)
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Rating: Teen Relationship: Male Changeling/Human Woman Additional Tags: Exophilia, Lizardfolk, Changeling, Interspecies Romance, Monster Boyfriend Content Warnings: Assault, Bandits, Injury, Field Surgery, Blood, Poisoning Words: 5201
Part 3 of 5 generously commissioned by @ivymemnoch​! After exchanging letters for a few months, Cetzu and the reader make another trip to Coleville, selling the reader's father's furniture and spending time with the children of the orphanage. On the way home, however, the two are attacked by highwaymen that leaves Cetzu injured, and the reader learns an important secret about him. Please reblog and leave feedback!
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The first letter came a mere three days after you returned home.
   How are you?
Planting is still going on, though the family finished most of it while I was away. Mother was happy that so many people liked my carvings, and Father was proud of what I did with the money. They’ve given me time off of planting to carve more things for the next time you call upon me.
My niece, nephews, and younger siblings were delighted to hear about the festival and are dying to go to one. Convincing my parents and theirs might be tricky, but do you think we might be able to bring them next year? Or maybe we can start one Willowridge and take them to that. What do you think?
           Your friend,                 Cetzu
Next year? Was he planning to stick with this job that long? The thought made your heart flutter in your chest.
You wrote back:
   Cetzu,
That would be a lot of fun! I don’t have much experience with kids, but I imagine they would have a wonderful time, as long as it doesn’t interfere with business.
I still have the ornament that you put in my hair the night of the festival. I’m sorry I forgot to give back, but I’ve enclosed it in the letter. I’m hoping it makes it to you without breaking in the post. I’ve wrapped it in velveteen, but there’s no telling how gentle letter carriers might be.
What new things are you carving? Dad’s doing his old staples. I keep telling him he should try new things, but he’s set in his ways. Perhaps you could teach him some new things, if you’d like to visit. I’m not a great cook, but at least I can roast a chicken without burning it.
           I eagerly await your reply.
The next letter came within five days, and the hair fork was inside it, unbroken.
Keep it. To repay you for the performance. I greatly enjoyed your dancing and look forward to seeing it again. The ornament looks best on you anyway.
I would love to visit. That is, if you were serious about the offer. If you’d really like me to come by, send me a response and I’ll visit on the first Thursday after the next full moon.
You sent a reply telling him to come, and waited.
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The Thursday of his visit, you woke up before dawn in a nervous titter and bustled around the house, cleaning whatever there was to clean, which was mostly sawdust and wood shavings. Your dad woke up a few hours later, looking around the house with a quirked eyebrow.
“Who’s coming?” He asked as you handed him his bowl of oatmeal.
“I told, you Daddy, Cetzu’s coming,” You replied, making him sit so he didn’t try to eat standing and spill all over the ground you had just polished.
He squinted in confusion. “The bodyguard?”
“Yeah,” You said.
“But I haven’t finished the work yet,” He said, taking a bite of his breakfast. “I’ve only completed two tables and a sitting room set.”
“I know,” You said, busy dusting the shelves. “He’s just visiting.”
“Huh,” Your father said, and you turned to look at him. He had a funny, suspicious look on his face.
“What?” You asked him innocently.
“Why are you cleaning for your hired guard like the queen is visiting?” He asked slowly.
You scoffed. “Is it a crime to want the place to look nice for company?”
He snickered. “Does that lizard fellow have a thing against shirts?”
“Dad,” You said sternly. “Please don’t be inappropriate while he’s here.”
“I’m not being inappropriate, I’m just contemplating my only daughter traveling alone with a meaty, muscly man who doesn’t believe in shirts,” He teased.
“Dad, I’m serious, he’s really shy. Do not embarrass him while he’s here or he might quit!”
“Oh, we wouldn’t want that, now, would we, dear?” Your father said, giggling into his coffee. “You might have to hire someone who wears more clothing. What a terrible fate that would be.”
“Be off with you!” You said through gritted teeth, flicking a dish towel at him. He escaped to his workshop with his breakfast, chuckling. Your father’s glee at your discomfort did nothing to quell your nerves.
Finally, around midday, Cetzu stepped out of the forest and onto the pathway leading to the house. You had been watching at the window like a creep when you saw him, and you rushed to the door to let him in as soon as you saw him, but you stopped just short of opening it.
Don’t seem so eager, you told yourself. You waited for him to knock before opening the door.
“Hello again!” He said brightly. “I’ve brought something.” He lifted a bag and gave it to you. “I figure if you’ll be cooking, it’s only proper to provide the food. Fair trade.”
You looked in and saw two pheasants, freshly killed, likely hunted by Cetzu on his way to your house.
“You didn’t have to do this!” You said, though you were pleased. You hadn’t had pheasant in a long while.
“It’s to thank you for inviting me. Believe it or not, I’ve never been invited to someone else’s house before. At least, someone who wasn’t family.”
“Well, I’m happy to have you,” You said, stepping back. “Come in, come in!”
He stepped inside cautiously and looked around your modest home. “It’s cozy.”
“You can say small, it’s alright,” You said with a laugh.
“No, really, I mean cozy,” He said. “It feels warm here.”
“Well, thank you,” You replied. “Dad’s in his workshop. Maybe you guys could shop-talk a little while I prepare the birds to cook.”
“Sure,” He said, and he followed you out to the shop.
Your father was working on upholstering an armchair when the two of you walked in.
“Hey, there,” He said, hammering in a finishing nail. “Good to see you again, young man.”
“You as well, sir,” Cetzu said, offering his hand.
Your dad stood and took it. “So you’re a woodcarver too, eh son?”
“Yes, sir,” Cetzu replied.
“Well, show me what you can do,” He said. “My daughter’s always saying my pieces could be flashier. She says your work is beautiful. Maybe you could show me a thing or two.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t presume such a thing, sir,” Cetzu insisted.
“Even still, let’s see you at work,” Your father said, showing Cetzu an unfinished end table and his tools. “You’re free to use what you like, just don’t break anything, you bruiser.”
Cetzu chuckled. “I won’t, sir.”
“I’ll leave you to it, then, while I get lunch started,” You said, enjoying the sight of your dad and Cetzu working together.
As you walked past, your father whispered, “Should I lend him a shirt, or do you think it would even fit him?”
“Behave!” You hissed, and exited the workshop.
After cleaning the pheasants and rubbing them down with butter and herbs, you put them on a roasting spit and laid it over a slow-rolling fire. As they cooked, you’d check on your father and Cetzu periodically, sitting to watch them work. By the time the pheasants had cooked through, Cetzu had taught your father how to carve a basic rose design in the wood, and had finished sanding and varnishing the end table in record time. It was the first time your father’s furniture had any sort of embellishment on it. It was a simple flourish, but pretty and eye catching. You already knew it would sell for twice what you normally charged.
Lunch was a festive affair, and the three of you laughed over food and wine and told silly tales of your families. Cetzu was careful not to ask questions about your mother, and you and your father were careful not to ask about Cetzu’s birth family. There was a mutual understanding that certain topics were off-limits, and those limits were respected.
After lunch, your father went to take his afternoon nap, leaving you and Cetzu alone.
“I need to go into town to pick up some lumber from the woodcarver,” You told him. “Would you come with me?”
“Of course,” Cetzu said. “I’ll get Jackdaw hitched up for you.”
“Thanks,” You said. He smiled in a way that made your stomach flutter before stepping outside.
The ride to town was quiet, but it was a comfortable silence. You didn’t feel the need to speak if you had nothing to say, and you felt he was a similar type of person. He helped you load the wood from the woodcutter without being asked and was happy to wait as you negotiated prices for both the wood and for some items he’d ordered from your dad. The return trip was made up of casual conversation.
All too soon, you were home again, and the sun was low in the sky. Cetzu sighed sadly.
“I should start heading home,” He said.
“This late?” You asked. “It’s a full day to get to your house from here.”
“Going by roads, yes. The forest is much quicker. I’ll be home before the moon rises if I’m quick, especially if I take the river. I’m a good swimmer.”
“Oh,” You replied. “Well, then, I’ll see you again before too long. And there’s always the letters.”
“Yes,” He said. “I’ll write soon.” He took your hand and kissed it again, and before you could speak, he turned and dashed into the woods.
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Two months and a dozen letters later, your father had made enough merchandise for you to go out to sell again, so you sent a missive to Cetzu to let him know you were ready for another trip. He appeared at your home within a day carrying his trunk strapped to his back. You were overjoyed to see him, but you did your best to hide it.
“Are we going back to Coleville?” He asked.
“Yes,” You replied as you handed him your travel bag to load into the wagon. “Do you have more things to sell?”
“No, nothing to sell this time,” He said. “I made toys for the children.”
You had to hide your face with your hair for a moment. Why is he trying to make my heart explode?! You thought to yourself.
On the way to Coleville, he told you that a friend of the family was pregnant again, a blacksmith that lived in a sanctuary village for people who’d run away from enslavement and forced marriages. She was technically still married to the orc who kidnapped her, but was living happily with her father and the orc who rescued her. The story Cetzu told of her abduction, escape, and time spent under the protection of his family was equal parts terrifying and heartwarming. You began to understand a little better not only what kind of family Cetzu belonged to, but how Cetzu had grown into the man he was.
You arrived the next day in Coleville late in the afternoon, too late to set up your stall, so Cetzu eagerly asked if he could deliver the toys to the children.
They were out in the yard again as the two of you approached, Cetzu’s trunk up on his shoulder. There were nine children running around, two more than last time, but you noticed many of them had new clothes on. They waved when they saw you and Cetzu, running up to the fence to greet you both.
“You’re back!” One of the girls said. “Can we play chase again?”
“If you’d like to,” Cetzu said. “But I have presents. Would you like those first?”
There was a chorus of excited voices as the matron of the orphanage came out to see was the ruckus was.
“What is all this-- Sir!” She said in delighted surprise. “Welcome back! You’ll be please to know I’ve put your donation to good use.”
“I can see,” Cetzu said, smiling. “May I ask your name? I regret I did not do so when last we spoke.”
“I am Mother Anne,” the matron replied. “And may I ask yours?”
“Uh…” Cetzu faltered for a moment, much to your confusion.
“It’s Cetzu!” One of the children said. “I heard the lady say it.” He pointed at you.
“That’s right,” You replied with a grin.
“What brings you back?” Mother Anne asked.
“I’ve come with gifts for the children. Toys I made,” Cetzu said.
“How wonderful!” She said. “Come inside, children. Go to the classroom and sit in the circle politely.”
You began to follow them in, but Cetzu stayed where he was, kicking the ground.
“Why are you waiting?” You asked him.
“I have to be invited inside,” He said in a low whisper.
“Well, come on in, then,” You replied in confusion, waving toward the door.
“That won’t work,” He said, avoiding your eye. “You don’t live here.”
Before you could ask more questions, one of the children ran back to the door. “Come on, Cetzu! Come in!”
With a sigh of relief, Cetzu stepped into the building, leaving you trailing behind him, feeling baffled. Despite how much the two of you had corresponded over the last couple of months, you realized there was still much you didn’t know about him.
The classroom, you realize, was more of a multipurpose room. The desks were lined against the wall as they were not in use currently, though your expert eye could tell they needed some repair and polishing, and the floor of the room was empty and clean. There was a box in the back with old and poorly crafted toys, many broken and seemed to be communal. The children didn’t seem to have toys that belonged to them. You got the feeling there wasn’t much at all that belonged to them.
“Alright, children,” Mother Anne said, clapping her hands. “Sit in a line and I will call you up to choose a toy.”
The children did as they were told, sitting cross-legged side by side in jittery anticipation. Cetzu set his trunk down heavily and knelt next to it. You leaned against the wall, watching with a smile.
“Toby,” Mother Anne said. A human boy of perhaps seven came up and looked into the trunk. He chose a wolf carved of hickory. The next was a lizardfolk girl, who chose an alligator made of walnut. Each child came up and chose a toy, except for the last one. You couldn’t determine the child’s gender, and they were pale in all respects; skin, hair, eyes. They refused to come up when their name was called.
“Beryn,” Mother Anne said in a strained voice. “Don’t be rude. Come and get your toy.”
“I can’t,” Beryn said, shaking their head. “There are rules. I would owe him something.”
“It’s a gift,” You said, confused. “You don’t own anything for gifts.”
“There are no such things as true gifts,” Beryn replied resolutely. “Everything comes with a price.”
Cetzu walked forward and crouched down in front of Beryn, looking them over carefully.
“You’re fae, aren’t you?”
To your surprise, Beryn nodded. Ah. Now you understood. The fae took gifts and debts very seriously.
Cetzu went back and pulled out a cleverly carved doll in the shape of an elf. “How’s this?” Cetzu said, coming to squat in front of the child again. “Tell me a secret, and we’ll call it even. If you tell me a secret, then I’ll owe you something in return, and you’ll have earned the doll.” He turned his head and bent it down. “Whisper it in my ear.”
Beryn gave him a suspicious frown, but leaned forward and whispered into his ear.
“Oh, that is a good one,” Cetzu said with a smile. “Well, then, I think you’re due this. My debt is repaid.”
Beryn gave a tentative smile as they took the doll from Cetzu’s hands, clutching it to their chest.
Each child had a brand new toy, and Cetzu took the extras out of the trunk and placed them in the toybox at the back of the room.
“Can we play chase now?” One of the children asked.
“I’m afraid not,” Mother Anne said, to the groans off all the children. “It’s time for supper. Put your new toys on your beds and go wash.”
“I’ll be here for the next few days,” Cetzu reassured them. “So I’m sure I’ll have the chance to come by and play.”  
The kids perked up at that, and they did as they were told without complaint. A couple even hugged Cetzu as they left, Beryn included.
“You’re so good with kids,” You said as he walked you back to the wagon, which was parked near the inn like last time.
“Many siblings,” He said. “I’m older than a lot of them, so I helped my parents with them. Then there’s also my niece, nephews, and friends’ children, who visit often. I’ve got a lot of experience.”
“Does it bother you that you have so many?” You asked.
“No, no, not at all,” He replied with a smile. “I love having a big family.”
“I think I would have liked a sibling,” You told him contemplatively. “It was just me and my parents for a long time. Now it’s just me and Dad. I love Dad, but it can be boring when he’s in his workshop all day.”
“Don’t you have friends in the town you live near?” He asked.
“No, not really,” You replied. “People think I’m the weird girl who lives in the woods. I wouldn’t be surprised if people think I dance naked with fairies at midnight and make potions out of animals or some nonsense.”
He snorted. “Still, seems…”
“Lonely.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I have a friend now,” You said, smiling up at him.
He smiled back down at you. “You do.”
Like last time, he had brought food with him, so he didn’t need to buy any, and like last time, he insisted on sleeping in the wagon instead in a room of the inn.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” He said. “It’s what you hired me for.”
You eyed him suspiciously, just as Beryn did. You wondered if this was another of the off-limits topics.
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The next few days went off without a hitch. The new rose design your dad had learned, while it may have been a little monotonous after a while, made it look to the untrained eye as a limited edition set, so they were quite popular, and you were sold out by the end of the second day.
Cetzu made it a point to spend time with the children of the orphanage as much as he could, playing with them and giving them rides on his shoulders. It was obvious they were starved for attention; Mother Anne clearly cared for them, but she was in her elder years and there was only so much she could do alone.
You left at dawn the next day with a heavy purse and an empty wagon, happy with your outing. Cetzu was also in good spirits, happy to be returning home. As much as he liked this job, he did get a bit homesick after the first day.
Around midday, Cetzu jumped into the back of the wagon to retrieve some food and water for lunch, and while was back there out of sight, a human man emerged from the forest and waved you down.
“Hullo, there!” He called. “Could use some help, if you wouldn’t mind, darlin’.”
You bristled immediately from being called “darlin’” by a stranger, but you slowed Jackdaw to a stop. “What sort of help?”
“My horse broke a leg and has fallen,” The man said. “I could use a ride to Shoreside.”
“I’m afraid I’m not going that way, sir,” You told him, wondering where the horse was. “The farthest I could bring you is Willowridge.”
The man tsked. “That’s not going to work. Do you have any money?”
“I’m sorry?” You asked, taken aback.
“Your money,” He said, his voice changing. A bow appeared in his hands, and he pulled an arrow from a hidden quiver behind his back. “Give me your money.”
Just as you felt panic rise up in your chest, Cetzu stepped back through the flap, food in hand, and asked, “Why have we stopped?”
You pointed wordlessly, and he saw the man and his weapon pointed up and aimed at you.
“Lads, need help!” The man called, and three other human men wandered out of the forest, all armed, though the only one with a bow and arrows was the man taking point. The rest were armed with daggers and short swords.
For the first time since you met him, Cetzu’s face became something nightmarish. He dropped the food down on the driver’s box and straightened to his full, immense height, a low, guttural snarl issuing from his throat, his teeth bared. The claws on his hands appeared to grow longer and curve further. Cetzu took a deep breath and roared, long and loud, his teeth and claws on full display. His muscles rippled and he crouched into an attack stance.
It was a display of raw power you had never seen before and it made Jackdaw step nervously and your heart skip a beat in reflexive terror.
It seems you weren’t the only one, though. One of the men dropped his knife and took off into the woods, clearly not up to the task of fighting a seven foot wall of muscles and sharp edges. The other three faltered back a step, but stayed put.
Cetzu grabbed you and pushed you roughly into the back of the wagon. Perhaps startled by the sudden movement, the man with the bow let fly an arrow, catching Cetzu in the shoulder. Cetzu roared again and leapt off of the wagon, barreling down on the men. Another of the three broke off and dashed into the woods. Cetzu ripped the arrow from his shoulder and flung it away, slashing his claws at the man with the short sword, sending a spray of blood through the air. The man gurgled and fell to the ground, unmoving.
Cetzu turned on the bowman, taking the bow and snapping it in his hand. Cetzu’s fist curled around the man’s neck and he held him a food off the ground, snarling in his face. In your terror, you flung yourself out of the wagon and grabbed Cetzu by his other arm.
“Let him go, Cetzu!” You yelled. “He’s just a dirty thief!”
“He would have killed you!” Cetzu growled.
“He’s not worth killing,” You reasoned. “Let him go.”
With reluctance, Cetzu released him, and the bowman lay still on the ground, unconscious, but he was still breathing.
Cetzu wheezed and stumbled backward, the rush of adrenaline wearing off and he was aware of the wound on his shoulder. To your shock, he fell at your feet, the wound sizzling as if the arrow had been on fire. You leaned him up against the wagon and he groaned in pain.
“The arrowhead,” Cetzu said through gritted teeth. “It snapped off. It’s still in my shoulder. Please get it out! It’s burning me!”
His scales functioned similarly to light armor and slowed the momentum of the arrow, so it wasn’t as deep as if it had been through soft flesh, but the wound was small and the arrowhead was not visible to your eye.
“How?!” You asked desperately.
“There’s a flint knife in my trunk. Get it, please! Hurry!”
You left Cetzu’s side and jumped up into the wagon, riffling through his mostly empty trunk until you found a small scabbard. You pulled out the knife and hopped down next to Cetzu, who was writhing and hissing in pain.
“Please, get it out,” He gasped.
“Oh, gods,” You breathed. “Just… just hold still. I have no idea what I’m doing…”
“Just try, please. I feel like I’m dying,” He said through a wince.
“Alright… be still…” You said, readying the knife over the wound where the arrowhead was embedded. “Gods help me…”
You felt with your finger first to see if you could find it, but you couldn’t feel it, so you sliced the wound open wider to get more fingers in. He cried out in pain and did his best not to move or tense up, which would make the process harder.
You noticed that the scales around the wound were greying and flaking off, as if dying. There was some kind of pus leaking from the wound, as well. How could it be infected so quickly?! Less than a minute had passed since he’d been shot.
��I killed a man,” Cetzu whispered, tears of pain, shock, and remorse coursing down his cheek. “I… I didn’t mean to… but I killed him…” He looked over at the man laying still on the ground, eyes open but unseeing, his blood painting the dirt of the road.
“Stay with me, Cetzu, look at me. It’s going to be alright,” You told him with zero confidence.
It was messy work, and ten minutes in, up to your wrists in his blue blood, you finally managed to extract the arrowhead. It seemed to be disintegrating, turning green and crumbling in your hand. You dropped it hurriedly, but removing it did nothing to relieve Cetzu’s distress.
“You have to rinse it out. It’s poisoning me.”
“The arrow was poisoned?” You asked in alarm.
“No,” He wheezed. “It’s iron. There are particles left. You have to clean it out.”
“Alright,” You snatched your waterskin from the floor of the driver’s box and squirted the water in, hoping you were cleaning it out properly. “What now?” You asked him.
He was breathing heavily, but manage to stand. “Get me home. My mother and one of my sisters are healers. They can help. Just get me home. I need to go home.”
“Lie down in the back and we’ll be off,” You told him, helping him up into the wagon. He obeyed dutifully and you snapped Jackdaw to a run.
It was hours before you pulled up in the yard of Cetzu’s home. The urgency of Jackdaw’s movement drew several of his family members out of the house and onto the porch to see what the hurry was about.
“What happened?” Ryel asked.
“He was shot with an iron arrow,” You told her, showing her where Cetzu lay, unconscious and breathing hard.
“How long ago?” She asked.
“Hours,” You replied. “Midday.”
“Lymera!” She called back to the house. “Boys! Help me with your brother! He’s injured!”
The small army that was his family charged out of the house, gingerly lifting their brother and taking him inside to be treated. Lymera, the faun, was shrugging on a healer’s apron and began barking orders to the others.
“Are you hurt, dear?” Ryel asked.
“No, no, I’m fine,” You said.
“Then why are you crying?” She asked, wiping your cheeks.
You couldn’t answer. You weren’t even aware you had been crying.
“I’m fine,” You repeated. “Worry about Cetzu. I’ll be fine.”
Since there was nothing to do but worry, you decided to unhitch Jackdaw and give him a good wash and brushing down. He was sweating heavily and panting from the long dash to the farmhouse. Horses don’t run forever; you could only run him for twenty minutes at a time before making yourself slow him for a rest, otherwise he’d have run himself to death.
After Jackdaw was taken care off, you went to your wagon and cleaned up the blood and residue from the iron poisoning. The process was slowed by having to clean up the tears that fell. They wouldn’t seem to stop.
“Are you in there?” You heard from the back. You turned and saw Declan furry, quizzical face looking into the wagon.
“Oh,” You said, sniffling and wiping your face. “Yes, sir. How’s Cetzu?”
“He’s resting. Thankfully, the poison hadn’t gotten far into his system and his mother and sister have him well in hand.” He offered one of his leathery arms and helped you down. “Don’t fret, little love. He’ll be alright. He woke up long enough to ask about you.”
“Me?” You asked in surprise. “Why?”
“He worries for you,” Declan said, walking you into the house. “You are his dearest friend.”
You snickered, despite the atmosphere of worry. “I’m his only friend.”
“Even so,” Declan replied. “He talks about you often.”
“What does he say?”
“Oh, that wouldn’t be proper, would it? Those are his secrets to keep,” Declan said in good humor. His puppy-like smile faded. “I assume you’ve deduced what he is by now, though he has the appearance of a man of lizardfolk lineage.”
You sobered even more. “Yes. He’s fae, or at least part fae.”
Declan nodded. “It’s a fact about himself he keeps secret from people. Only the family knows about it. Not even close friends are aware of his heritage, by his own wishes. He was a changeling child, naturally born to the fae, traded for a human babe, and tossed aside by the human parents. Twice abandoned.”
“Gods. No wonder he has such strong feelings about family,” You replied.
“Yes,” Declan agreed. “He fights against his heritage as much as he can. The fae are morally grey creatures by nature, delighting in tricking and misleading mortal folk. The tradition of the changeling is one of those tricks. Cetzu has always hated that his people valued a prank more than their own child. At the same time, he’s terrified that they may come back for him and try to return him to the Otherworld, now that he’s part of a family and happy. The stress eats at him.”
“Poor thing,” You said, clutching a hand to your heart.
“Indeed,” Declan said. “He was the second child we took in, you know, after Soraya, and one of the few we raised from a babe. He was but a few weeks old when we received him. A friend of the family found him crying out on the edge of his territory and brought him to us. We also thought he was a lizardfolk baby until we noticed odd things happening. Fresh milk spoiling, sturdy things breaking, that sort of thing. He couldn’t control it when he was little, but he does his best to suppress his magic as a grown man. In fact, he took up carving as a way to offset the damage. He’s a strong believer in balance. All fae are, in their way.”
“Names, debts, secrets,” You mused. “Where one is welcomed and where one is not.”
“Just so,” Declan agreed and sighed.
The two of you had stopped in front of a guest room where Cetzu had been laid out on a cot, covered by a blanket. He was resting, as Declan said, but you couldn’t help thinking that he must be cold.
“One good thing about his fae blood is that he heals quickly,” Declan reassured you. “Stay with us for a few days. He’ll want you to be here when he wakes.”
With a pit in your stomach and a cold worry in your mind, you nodded.
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5. “I play hockey, too… just a lot better than you.”
You knew your boyfriend was off today and that meant he would be arriving in your classroom momentarily with lunch. He always arrived early so he could distract the class you had prior to your lunch period. Sure enough you see his scruffy cheek in the small window and you go to open the door.
“Hey teach.” He smiles a sinister smile. “What are we learning today?”
“Class, who can tell Mr. Dubois here what we are learning today?” You look at your class of eighth grade science students and see they are fully fixated on your giant hockey boyfriend and not a single word that has come out of your mouth. Thankfully one hand pops up.
“Genetics specifically Punnet squares, heterozygous and homozygous pairs.” You smiles because you see Luc’s mouth drop open.
“Exactly!” Go ahead and work in your table group on those before the bell rings.
“Did she really say homosexual in class?” Luc whispers and you bite the inside of your cheek to try and keep your composure.
“No, Honey. Homozygous meaning same...” He drops the food on your desk and rubs the back of his head.
“Yeah, I’m gonna go join a group and learn something.” He makes his way to a table and sits down. You make your rounds to each group when you hear Luc’s laugh from behind you.
“Babe, come get this kid please!” He has his chair tipped and his face covered laughing.
“I’m sorry, what?” You look at the group and zero in on the new boy who plays hockey.
“He’s killing me over here. All I’m trying to do is learn which letter goes in which box.” You eye Luc’s red face and back to your student who looks like he might explode.
“Care to explain?” You gesture.
“I told him I didn’t see him lasting long in the NHL and I am not sure how he skipped the AHL.” Your student huffs out and Luc laughs harder.
“See.” He looks up at you. “I mean at least he knows I play hockey and what the AHL is.” You roll your eyes.
“How about we all get back to work and Mr. Dubois, maybe you should head to another table?”
You turn to leave and hear mumbles from the table as Luc stands. You then hear your student, “I play hockey, too… just a lot better than you.”
“Luc, don’t!” You point at him and snap your fingers and point to your desk.
“You are lucky kid.” He whispers as he heads back over to your desk. Luc sits down and grabs a new worksheet from the pile. You make your way over to him as he’s working on the assignment and talking to himself.
“You okay Luc?” You whisper looking over his chicken scratch.
“Yeah, not sure how I get in the penalty box off the ice but here I am.” He gestures and you laugh as the bell rings.
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The Arrangement: CEO’s Son/Dom!Shawn x Black Sub Reader Chapter 9
WARNINGS: smut, choking/breath play
*Shawn’s point of view*
Working with Niall was slowly getting him through the days. He was actually cool and funny as all hell. He recognized his record deal for what it was, and he was willing to make the system work for him without utterly changing who he was. It helped that he was talented and that he wanted to make the kind of music that Shawn was interested in as well. So with a little begging, and a lot of assurance that his dad would stop getting calls about him being a dickhead to everyone, Shawn was finally allowed to work exclusively with Niall. At least for the time being.
The two got close, the way that tends to happen when you’re in a studio with someone for sometimes eight to ten hours singing songs about the most intimate parts of who you are. Everyone else might have a different vision of Shawn, but Niall seemed to understand him for who he was. And the day the producer takes lunch and the two stay back for Niall to work on melodies, is the day their friendship solidifies even further.
He was sitting on one of the couches, still in his slacks and dress shirt, with a guitar riff in his head that wouldn’t quit. Without the producer there to rat him out, he thought there might not be any harm in playing around for a little bit. So, he picked up the guitar and began to play.
“Every time I see you baby I get lost, If I’m dreaming baby please don’t wake me up”
His fingers tap out the melody on the guitar, and he’s playing with it and tweaking it to his liking. He sings it again but in falsetto and it just sort of clicks. It’s good.
“Oiy, what the hell was that Mendes?!” Niall asked turning completely around in his chair.
He raised an eyebrow in Niall’s direction. “That was an A minor.”
“Not the fuckin’ notes, ya pipsqueak! That line. That melody. Where’d the hell you get that from?”
“Oh. I wrote it.”
“Are you kidding me? You write?”
Shawn nodded. “For myself. Not really for anyone else.”
“Doesn’t fucking matter does it? Let’s see some more of it!”
He grabs a guitar plops down on the couch beside him. They play together and sing together and write together. And Shawn couldn’t even have begun to explain how it made him feel. Like his whole world was brighter, and the walls weren’t so suffocating. He loved the concept of creating more than anything in the world. Writing and singing and playing were all that he had. And to finally get the opportunity to do something with them made him feel like he was on top of the fucking world. Before he knows it, not even twenty minutes later, he’s got a whole song. Something they created together. He couldn’t hide the happiness even if he tried.
“Holy shit, man. That--That’s incredible!” He gushed fingers tracing the words he’d scribbled down on the page.
Niall nodded. “Can’t believe you been holding out on me man! And to think you’re sitting here as handsome as you are not releasing that shit into the world. Your ole man must be crazy not to try and market you. I even want to fangirl a little bit over you.”
Shawn chuckled softly letting his fingers rest against his guitar again.
“If you knew my dad you’d understand. Trust me.”
“Whatever you say, Mendes. Shall we play it again?”
He shrugged. “Why the hell not?”
***
He goes over to her house on a Saturday afternoon. They’re supposed to be going out to lunch, and spending the day together. She begged him to bring his guitar and so he did, knocking gently on her apartment door with his case kept firm to his side just in case she got hurt. (yes his guitar is a she). When y/n opens the door wearing a sweatshirt of his that had gone missing a few weeks back, and shorts that leave little to the imagination, he’s not sure what she has planned for him but it surely must be better than some stupid lunch.
“Hi.” He murmured softly already pulling her into his arms.
She leans up on the tips of her toes and kisses him like she means it. Her fingers grip his chin and her tongue traces his mouth in a way that just might kill him. He’d welcome it if it meant it came from her.
“Mmm,” She hummed. “Hi. Come in.”
“We not going to lunch anymore?” He asked placing his guitar case against her sofa.
“Nope! We’re cooking instead.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. If my momma ever saw the state of your kitchen, she’d laugh and then slap you, and then laugh some more.”
“Babe, I don’t cook. Some of us have some talents, and some of us have others.” He whined, following her into the kitchen.
Y/n rolled her eyes. “Boy, how would you even know you can’t cook when the only thing in your kitchen is some leftovers and two year old ketchup? Now go wash your hands. We’re eating in today.”
Clearly his afternoon was not coming with an option, and so he headed for her sink to wash his hands. He hung his jacket on the hook next to hers and met her at the kitchen counter where a whole ass chicken was sitting waiting to be butchered. He’d never felt so inexperienced in his whole life. He thought this must be what people who weren’t good at sex felt like.
“Fried chicken?” He asked poking awkwardly at the skin.
She snorted. “Is that what you think we’re finna make? You date one Black girl and all of a sudden you think it’s popeyes and grits every day huh?!”
“I--I didn’t...I just thought that--You know what I’m just gonna stop talking now.”
“That is probably in your best interest love.” She giggled swatting him on the ass. “Now, come watch mama teach you how to butterfly.”
He learns something new that day, though it might not have been quite the message she was going for. He learns that she looks sexy as all hell with a kitchen knife in her hand. What that meant about how fucked up his brain was, the world may neer know, but it was hot regardless. The second he moves behind her to gently wrap his hands around her waist she points her knife in his direction, and it gets a little less sexy.
“Can you and your dick try and focus for two minutes please?” She asked waving it around playfully
He whined again. “We were focusing. Quite hard, I might add.”
“Please?” She asked softly, her eyes wide and sincere at him. “Just please?”
He leaned down slowly to kiss her forehead and her nose in apology.
“I’m sorry. I’m here, I promise. Teach me how to butterfly.”
Turns out “to butterfly” means to cut the spine out of the chicken and lay it forward kind of like a butterfly, keeping it almost cut in half but instead in one long, big piece. She then takes softened butter and rubs it on the inside of the chicken, between the skin. She sticks thyme in between and rubs the outside of the skin with butter too. There’s salt and pepper and lemon and she lies it on a rack to go in the oven. It’s when she tucks the wings underneath the thighs to protect them from burning that he realizes this is her thing, not just a thing.
“You cook a lot, aye?” He asked, trying to keep up with her as she let him rub butter on the other side of the chicken.
She shook her head. “Not as much as I would like. I grew up in the kitchen with my mom. She’d been a cook her whole life. I don’t really have time for stuff like this no more though. It’s special to me. Means something.”
And she wanted to share it with him of all people. He makes special notice to pay a lot more attention from there on out.
The chicken goes into the oven and she puts on water to boil for the potatoes and some pancetta for her collard greens.
“This is how we upgrade a black staple,” She giggled. “We render out all of this fat on the pancetta, which is really just a more flavorful bacon and that’s gonna make the greens taste amazing. It’s also great because we’re really just gonna set them and forget them for about an hour and a half. By the time the greens are done so will our chicken. It’s perfect.”
There’s a different level of happiness to her when she’s cooking. She sets up a playlist to a speaker in the kitchen. Her hips move as she cooks, and she stops every now and again to kiss him until he forgets his own name. And she doesn’t even care when he fucks something us. She just laughs and fixes it and shows him how to do it correctly. He never knew cooking could be fun because of her. But it was never gonna matter if he was good at it or not. Because as long as he was with her, everything seemed to be alright.
“Hey,” He mumbled trapping her slightly against the counter top.
Her fingers ran up the length of his arms, and his body practically shook in response.
“What?” She purred, letting her arms come up to wrap around the back of his neck.
“I’m glad we stayed in today.” He admitted. “I think I love cooking with you.”
“Forreal?” She smiled.
His heart squeezed in his chest.
“Forreal. Thank you for showing me.”
“Anytime.”
“Yea? I might take you up on that.”
“I hope so.” She grinned.
He kisses her, just like that, pressed against her counter until the timer for the potatoes goes off. If the way that she smiled was his favorite part about cooking, his second was distracting her. He likes it better that way.
Lunch is...like really fucking good. Like he cleans his plate and goes back for more and completely ignores the grin on her face when he does it. His mum certainly wasn’t making collard greens in england nor Canada, but he had half a mind to call her up and ask why the hell not. It’s the best meal he’s ever had, he thinks. And the way she asks him about his week and his job while they eat and drink wine together is just sort of the topping on a very amazing pie. It’s the best time he’s had in months. And it isn’t lost on him that a huge part of that is just her presence.
When he’s full and slightly tipsy, she pulls him to her couch and makes him get out his guitar. He’s not drunk enough to tell her about all the songs that he’s written about her since they met. (especially not the track where he’d channeled his inner 2007 Sexy-back Timberlake. Who the fuck did he think he was?) But he’s just tipsy enough to let his fingers pluck out notes on the guitar that were for her upon inception. He’s just tipsy enough to get lost in her eyes while she drinks wine and tucks her legs beneath his hoodie. He’s just sober enough to be completely and totally honest with her when she asks him.
“You never said,” She murmured, her sock covered toes sneaking out to tap at his thigh. “You never said you played, or that you made music. How come?”
He starts to play My Girl, a comfort song from his childhood. It makes him a little less anxious when he stares at her.
“I didn’t want you to ask questions.” He admitted.
“Why not?”
“Think about it. What’s the one thing you wanna ask me now that you know? The one thing that’s confusing you?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I guess I’m wondering why...you sound the way that you do, and you--you look the way that you do, and your dad is the number one music exec in the world, but you’re doing a job for him that you hate.”
“Bingo.” He muttered.
Her eyes grew soft and she chanced placing her palm on his knee.
“You don’t have to tell me. I don’t wanna know to be nosy. I wanna know cause you’re important.”
His fingers aren’t even moving on the guitar anymore. And how could they after that? He places the guitar against the arm of the couch, and opens his arms for her to climb into. It helps when she’s between his legs, when his arms are wrapped around her and her head is pressed into his shoulder. It makes him feel stronger than he really is.
“My dad...he’s not a good guy.”
She squeezed at his fingers around her own. “I know that. What did he do?”
“I fell in love. With music, I mean. It’s the only thing I’ve ever been good at. And he supported me at first. He--He let me record and he let me train to get better and better. I used to spend every single day after school in the studio watching others create, learning, and trying to become that… I was like eleven when I told my dad how to do something better than he would’ve done it. And I’ve been on his bad side ever since.”
She peers up at him with kind, sad eyes because it must be clicking for her already.
“He didn’t like you being able to be good without him.” She murmured.
He shook his head. “I started to write. And they were...pretty good. By the time I was fourteen or fifteen I had a collection of stuff. I thought that maybe my dad could do for me, what he did for everyone else. And I asked him, you know, if I could put out a record. He said yes, said that he would manage me, and I’d be the biggest star on his whole label. And he...he had me sign a contract.”
“Shit,” She groaned knowing exactly where this was headed.
“Yep. I gave my dad ownership over every piece of music I created until the age of eighteen. He owns all of it. And by the time I realized what he was doing, I must’ve been like sixteen or something, it was too late. So, he never let me release anything. And anything I officially record, anything that’s not just me in my bedroom, it all belongs to him.”
“That--That’s bullshit! That’s complete and utter bullshit. He doesn’t own you. You’re a grown ass man, Shawn. There are ways. There are people we can get you connected to. You can make music just like anyone else.”
She’s fired up now. She turns to face him, instead of lying against his chest. Her fingers are still intertwined with his, and she lifts both of them to touch his cheek. It’s so sweet and good and kind. Everything he thought he might never get to have.
He smiles at her sadly. “I know. But, I wrote about two hundred songs. And so...on my eighteenth birthday he brought me into his office. I was gonna run away, or whatever the rich kid version of that is, start my own life and my own career. He said if I...if I worked for him till I was twenty-five, he’d give me my inheritance and my masters.”
“Shawn…” She sighed.
“I know, hey I know. It sounds crazy, but y/n this is all that I have. That music, it’s all that I am. It means everything to me. I need it okay? So, I’m stuck here for a little while. And I’m gonna be okay with that if it means I get them back in the end.”
“Okay. Okay. I understand. Come here.”
It’s the wildest thing in the world. She’s sat in his lap and and all of a sudden she just wraps herself around him. His head falls to her chest. Her fingers scratch at his scalp. She just holds him. And his heart feels better because of it. He is better because of it. And he never could have seen that coming. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had hugged him so intimately, had helped him so thoroughly in such a small amount of time. He pulled his arms back around her in return and released a breath and maybe an ounce of the burden too.
“I’m sorry your dad is satan.” She cooed softly.
He chuckled sadly into her neck. “Thank you. Me too.”
“We’ll get through it. Somehow. Just let me think for a little while.”
“We?” He asked, voice small.
“Duh. Haven’t you heard? Hell hath no furry like a Black woman. We’ll figure it out.”
Huh.
“Okay.”
She fell back gently against the couch, her legs making way for him to lie between. He nestled his way into her arms and just sort of collapsed. She does this ridiculous thing with her fingers in his hair and he just kind of wants to cry and fall asleep. But it’s cool. It’s totally fine. They lie there so long he’s not sure what time of day it is when he sleepily nuzzles his nose into her belly.
“Y/n?” He mumbled sleepily.
“Yea?”
“This was the best date of my life.”
“Hmmm. Me too.”
***
He liked to bug her when she was on her way to really important meetings. It was usually the only time in the day he got to talk to her on the phone, and it brought him a happiness that somehow managed to get him through his day. Today, he’s listening to the click of her heels as she rushes to finalizes someone’s performance for the VMA’s.
“If I have to look at one more jackass try and tell me how to handle my job, I’m gonna start cutting bitches.” She huffed.
He chuckled. “If the police call, I’ll give you an alibi. Speaking of alibis, you think I could come over tonight?”
“Hmm...you been spending a lot more time at my place since you found out I know how to turn on a stove.”
“It’s not about the stove. It’s about the woman behind it.” He admitted. “I like watching you in your space, in your element. And I like being with you. Is that okay?”
“Yea...that’s okay.” She said, voice soft and pliant now. “Maybe we could watch another one of those movies of yours.”
He clenched painfully at his chest in both horror and somehow fond adoration.
“I still can’t believe you’ve never seen Harry Potter. That is genuinely the most heartbreaking thing I’ve ever heard. Our night is settled. Prisoner of Azkaban it is!”
“I’ll watch Prisoner of Azakaban if you do something for me.”  
He rolled his eyes spinning aimlessly at his desk chair. He couldn’t even imagine having to make a deal with someone to get them to watch Harry Potter. What would his mum think if he brought this one home?
“I’m slightly offended at the sentiment but okay.”
“It’s just that there’s something I’ve always wanted to try but I’ve never trusted anyone enough to do it with?” She admitted. “But I think...I mean I want to try.”
At this point he thinks she’s talking about like a fear of rollercoasters or overcoming stage fright or some shit. You know, like an idiot.
“Well whatever it is y/n, I’ll do whatever to make it happen. You know that.”
She paused. “I--I want you to choke me.”
And that’s when he nearly falls out of his desk chair and straight onto the floor. Also like an idiot.
“I--I’m sorry?”
“You know like...like choking Shawn.” She huffed, clearly flustered.
“Yes, yes I know what choking is y/n! I just...you really want that?”
“Well I--I did. But if you’re not down with it then fuck it.” She mumbled.
“No! Shit, no that--that isn’t what I meant. I just wanted to check in and make sure. I’m sorry okay?  I just didn’t expect that to be a thing for you is all. I’m not kink shaming, I promise.” He assured her.
“Okay...well then what are you doing?”
“I’m . . . I’m coming over to my girl’s place tonight for some Harry Potter and consensual choking. Sounds like my kinda night, honestly.”
He could hear her smile over the phone, and it made his chest feel fuller at the thought.
“Are you sure? You’re sure you’re okay with it?”
“Of course. Just want to make sure you’re safe. We can talk about it tonight, okay?”
“Okay. I’ll see you tonight then.”
“Yes you will.”
“Boy, get off my phone.”
***
*y/n’s point of view*
Who knew that the doorbell ringing could cause butterflies in your stomach. Certainly not you. Every day you spent with Shawn was this sort of awe inducing, stomach churning, spell. He was so soft to you. So playful and vulnerable and kind. Still cocky. Still an asshole sometimes. But at least with the good grace to smile apologetically when he did it. Everyone’s a work in progress.
You found yourself running straight home from work to change clothes before he got there, the same that you’d done every other night the last few weeks. Shawn had yet to spend a full night in your apartment and the significance of such a thing weighed heavily on both of you. You might let him fall asleep in the moment, might be so exhausted after sex that you were speechless, but make no mistake that by the time the morning came, he was expected to be out. Staying at Shawn’s was one thing. You knew his space and you knew how to handle yourself. But your home was your home. It was the most sacred space that you had in life. Sharing it did not come easily. But maybe, maybe you could grow a little.
You still weren’t over the smile on his face that came when you opened the door. Still couldn’t escape the way it made you feel when he wrapped his arms around you after a long day as if he’d been counting down the hours until he got to see you, exactly the way you sometimes did. It was wild. Everything about him was wild.
“Hi beautiful.” He hummed.
His fingers melded to the back of your neck and it sends a thrill through your body when he pulls you close like a ragdoll. His lips and his tongue still make you shudder. It’s fine.
“Hi.” You sighed breathlessly against his lips. “Missed you.”
“Yea?”
You nodded softly, hesitantly.
“I missed you too.”
Ugh. Gross.
Shawn only needs to step over the threshold to get a whiff of the chili you’d thrown in the crockpot before heading to work. Your momma’s recipe was nothing to mess with, and you had a feeling he would be coming over so it seemed like the logical thing to do. Shawn’s grin convinced you otherwise.
“What happened to no more cooking for me? I believe you said, and I quote: ‘learn to make your own food honkey, I’m not your maid’.”
You rolled your eyes and sniffed noisily. “Why you always gotta remember shit?”
He chuckled. “I don’t know. Something about the things you say, and the way you look when you say ‘em, makes me never wanna forget.”
You bit your lip and turned to lead him towards the kitchen, so that he couldn’t see the way his words made you want to burst from within your own skin.
“So sappy Mendes.”
Feeding him does something to you. You always loved to cook for people and to take care of others in that way. It was ancestral. Your mother had done it and so had her mother and so had hers. You loved watching people enjoy your food. You loved watching people be full and satisfied. But there’s something about the way that Shawn eats that takes it to a whole other level. The way he grabs a second bowl and a third because he eats enough for a small family. Something about the way he praises you endlessly between each bite. And when he washes the dishes after you’re both done, and let’s you know how amazing you are, it feels like a fair trade off. Like perhaps you can do this for him, if he’s willing to do that for you. It feels more domestic and soft then you care to admit to anyone, even yourself. But, here you are.
It’s when you’re at the kitchen counter opening another bottle of wine, and his nose does that thing where it skims your shoulder and you just melt like a teenager all over again, that he really ropes you in.
“Have you showered yet?” He asked softly.
You shook your head. “Just changed. Wanted to get dinner ready for when you got here.”
“Do you wanna shower with me?” His fingers dragged delicately over your thighs and hips before digging ambitiously into the meat of your ass. You raise up on your toes and stifle a moan. “Before we get into bed?”
“Yes. Yes, please.”
In the shower, his fingers paint whole masterpieces against your skin. Your hair piled high on top of your head to hide from the water, but it didn’t stop him from tracing stands along your neck with his wet thumbs. The way that he looks at you is enough to make you feel completely naked beneath his gaze, like it’s your soul on display and not just your body. When he dips down to lick at your collarbones, to suck whole bruises into your flesh, what are you to do but cry out for him? What was there to do but to submit in every way? It’s the moments in the shower, with no words shared between the two of you--only touches and looks of longing, when you know that you’re all his. That perhaps you had never really had a chance to begin with.
He wraps you in a towel and nuzzles his face, warm and wet against your neck. His hands are still on your hips and he squeezes through the cotton firmly as he looks you in the eye.
“You want me to choke you.” He whispered.
And there’s no reason why just a confirmation of the statement should have your eyes rolling back in your head but here you were. Jesus.
“Y--Yea. Yes, I do.”
“Have you thought about it?” He hummed, his fingers dipping to the edge of the towel by your thighs and easing dangerously beneath the fabric. “What you want it to look like?”
Your eyes are shut.
“Yes, I have.”
“Tell me.” He demanded.
You bit anxiously at your lip, a bit of uncertainty hitting you. It wasn’t necessarily that it was the wildest thing that the two of you had done. But it just might be the most important, at least for you. It was no secret that letting go was the hardest thing in the world for you. In part, that’s what made the initial arrangement with you and Shawn so rewarding. When you could let go, these really amazing things would happen, and not just the orgasm but like the stress that ran out of your body. Letting go meant being vulnerable. It meant giving someone power over you and having nothing but your belief in that person to keep you believing that things would be okay. And so sharing this with Shawn wasn’t just a matter of kink, it was a matter of the ultimate amount of trust you could share with him. It also was kind of hot.
“I want...I want you inside of me. I want you to fuck me like--like I’m the only thing in the world that matters, that my pleasure is the only thing in the world that matters.I want you to take care of me. And then I want you to choke me while I cum. I want you to remind me who gets to make me feel that way. You. I want you.”
You let your eyes flutter open and peer up at him nervously. Nothing could have prepared you for what you would find. His eyes were nearly back they were so blown of stimulation. He stared at you with hunger and with passion and maybe a little love too. It’s so overwhelming that when he picks you up in his arms you don’t even register it until your towel falls to the ground and all that’s left is the feel of his skin against yours.
“My good girl,” He sighed breathlessly, lips skimming the skin he’d sucked on just moments prior. “I’m gonna make you feel good, okay? I promise.”
He twirled you lightly through the air taking your body straight down to the sheets of your bed. His towel joined yours on the floor as he crawled perfectly between your legs. Your fingers melded to the muscles of his chest, getting lost in the chest hair and the feel of his necklace cold against your flushed skin. He’s already semi-hard and you can feel him growing firming against your thigh. When he runs his fingers along your chest, between your breasts, and down along your belly button something turns molten within you. The need becomes insurmountable. Your ache is without end.
“Please. Please Shawn just---please.” You begged.
“Hey,” He whispered pressing closer against you. “I’m right here okay? I’m gonna give you everything.”
And how could you prepare yourself for what that might mean. What was everything in a context in which you wanted all that he was willing to give. What did it mean when it was no longer just fucking, but when everything might include your heart too?
He starts with your neck. It’s the most sensitive part of you and it’s already been touched repeatedly. His lips are gentle and searching moving over the places where his tongue had created welts already. He gets to your breasts, hands firm and warm as they cup your flesh to feed your nipple into his mouth. It’s methodical in nature, and it makes your toes curl. He sucks and kisses and bites and you don’t know what to do with yourself. It feels like an act of worship. It feels like all he could ever offer you.
His head finds its way between your thighs and it’s life changing. He runs the flat of his tongue heavy and firm across your clit, pulling off with a very quick point of his tongue, and then repeating. It makes your stomach tense. His fingers grip and mold to your thighs as he licks deep into you. Just like every other time he touches you, your body is like a pipe well primed. It aches for him, and it gushes with ease. A part of you wishes he had to try harder to get you to cum in the manner that he does, but it’s hard to find time to be embarrassed when he’s chasing your release with swollen, hungry lips. When your body falls back down to the sheets you are already fucked out and dazed.
“God. You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are.” He sighed, leaning on his knees above you, fingers cupping his erection to pull playfully at the flesh. “Are you ready for me?”
You nodded without hesitation, tongue sticking out along your lip when he mentions the beauty that he recognizes within you. He’s often too much, but he’s especially too much right now. When he doesn’t move fast enough for your liking you reach for his hips with your hands and tug him close between your legs. He moves--finally--to hover over you while allowing his fist to lead the head of his dick to bump against your clit. You’re still so wet that every rub against your slit is auditory, feels like it’s ringing out against the walls how much you want him. And you do. God, you do.
"The way you open up for me," he gasped wetly against your shoulder. "baby you're perfect."
"Fuck. I--it feels so good." You huff.
"Gonna make it better. Gonna give it you the best you've ever had."
His hands slot your legs around his back, fingers digging deep into the flesh of your ass for leverage. It is ridiculous how good it feels. You don't even know what to do with how he feels inside of you. His hips are powerful and rugged and he touches you with the precision of a man who has listened to your needs and desires. He pushes into you like is the last thrust over and over again until your body is shaking, until your moans for him turn to sobs, until the sound of his hips tapping your ass speeds out of control and the only thing you're left with is to lose your fucking mind.
"Oh--oh my god! Oh my god, baby!"
Your hips fly off the bed but Shawn couldn’t care less. He’s got himself poised over you, arms on either side of your head and he’s going for it. He’s carving himself into you so deep there’s no way to tell where he begins and where you end. And your body is singing his praises. In fact it’s doing that thing that no one had ever had the audacity to make it to before. It’s fucking bursting from within.
“M’ gonna cum.” You whispered desperately up at him.
His nose tips down to skim against yours as your eyes meet and his lips are parted in bliss and concentration.
“Already?” He gasped, lips tilting slightly up into that cocky ass grin of his.
There’s not even time to tell him to fuck off. Your nails are too busy digging into his shoulder blades.
“M’ gonna cum. I--FUCK!”
There’s a gushing sound that joins the wet slap of your bodies and that’s when the both of you look down at where he’s fucking you to see the way your body manages to squirt around him. It covers your thighs and his and makes his dick glisten with every thrust. You’re fucking gone. You collapse down against the sheets gasping for breath and he hasn’t even slowed down.
“Jesus Christ, y/n.” He groaned pushing in again to come to a stop. “You’re shaking.”
Your arms and legs wrap around him in a vice like grip. You close your eyes and try to steady yourself, but it’s damn near impossible. Every part of you is so sensitive, it feels like you’re on the tip of the waterfall constantly, just waiting to fall in. It’s too much.
“You have got approximately sixty seconds to get me to do that again and choke me at the same time. I think my body might combust.” You panted.
This time he stays up on his knees, body not in such direct contact. It’s probably for the best, as even your skin seems to thrum in this moment like a live wire. The last thing you need from him is more contact. So, of course he slots your legs over his shoulders and fucks you within an inch of your life instead.
There’s a sweaty curl that flops against his forehead on every upward thrust. His large hands gripping your thighs for better leverage don’t quite tame the way that you’re shaking. It’s too good. It’s way too good. You reach for the headboard behind you in desperate search for  a pillow or literally anything to hold onto. Not even five minutes later and you can feel your hips leaving the bed again, your body ready for that combustion you’d been talking about.
“S--Shawn! Shawn, now.”
“Now?”
“Yes, dammit! Now!”
He licked his lips and bent over you, your body contorting along with him as he reached to skim his fingers along your neck. His hips don’t stop moving as his thumb traces your pulse point. In fact he’s still panting with the effort and it’s everything for you to hear.
“Tap me if it hurts. Tap me if you don’t like it. Just--just tap me okay?” He mumbled.
You nodded vigorously. “Okay.”
“Color?”
“GREEN SHAWN.”
He starts to squeeze down peering between your body to keep hitting it like no one ever has before. It is the most ridiculous moment of your life. The more he loses himself in you, the more he squeezes, and your body just lights up immediately. It’s in the way that his arm tenses, hand clenching around your throat. It’s in the way he moans your name against your lips. It’s definitely in the way he grinds against you so tight that your eyes roll back in your head. With every second that you can’t breathe your orgasm pulses in your veins. And as his fingers grip your throat, you watch the vein in his forehead become just as prominent as that curl as he loses himself too.
“Oh my god. I can feel it. I can feel your body fighting for it, baby. Holy fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
Your back arches off the bed and he grunts as he chases his own orgasm inside of you. The second his fingers ease off your throat as your cumming is like an unworldly experience. It leaves you sobbing against the bed completely fucked out of your mind. If you could feel anything besides intense overstimulation you might notice the way your thighs are soaked all the way down to your knees. The tenderness between your lips. The swollen prominence of your nipples. Instead you’ve got nothing left to give.
He pulls out and just barely collapses against you. His pants are wet and warm against your neck, and his fingers are already rubbing at the place where he’d grabbed your neck. No one talks for a while. To do so might ruin the best orgasm you’ve ever had.
“You’re okay?” He whispered. “Are you sure?”
“Yea. I’m okay. I’m so much more than okay.”
You felt his teeth against your collarbone as he smiled. And you can’t help the giddy little giggle that passes through your lips in response.
“Feel good?”
“Felt so fucking good, asshole.” You muttered affectionately.
The worst thing he could possibly do is get out of bed. The second his arms aren’t wrapped around you, the second he's not pressing you firmly into the bed, feels like an attack against your being. You hate it with everything in you.
"Stay." You mumble pulling him closer with your tired limbs.
He chuckled softly. "Mmm just gonna get the towel to clean up with, love."
"I know but...after that, stay okay? Dont leave...just stay here."
His eyes grow wide and then soft. He cups your cheek gently in his hand and moves forward to kiss you silly. His teeth nip at your bottom lip and you don't even have the time to be nervous. You're too busy falling for him.
"Yea. Okay. I'll stay as long as you want me too."
And wasn’t that dangerous as all hell? But it’s the first time he stays the night, and it’s the first time you’ve got no idea how to ever make him leave.
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