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Meeting again | Part 1 - Part 2 | Leah Williamson x Reader

Where you take your son to Leah's book signing and you reconnect with your high school friend/crush.

Happy birthday to our blonde pookie!

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You were doing some work around the house when your ex called. “Hey Ryan, what’s up?” You say as you turn off the vacuum. “Hi y/n, I’m so sorry. I know that it’s my day, but I’m going to be stuck at work until late. Is there any way you can pick up Liam from school and take him to that book signing from Leah?” The two of you had gotten a divorce many years ago, when you had finally come to terms with your sexuality. Ryan had always been understanding, and now you were still friends, and co-parented your son Liam together. “Oh yeah, don’t worry, I can do that.” You could hear the relief in his voice. “Thank you so much, I owe you one. He has a half day, so he should be done at school in about an hour. I packed his Arsenal jersey and scarf, he wanted to wear them to the signing. Thank you again, I have to go. Send me pictures of the signing?” Your kid would always be your number one priority, so you hung up the phone and got ready.

“Hey bud, your dad is stuck at work, so I’m going to take you to Waterstones later, is that okay?” The boy greeted you with a hug. “Yes, of course, you’ll get to see Leah again!” Back in high school you and Leah were very close, there was even some gossip about the two of you dating, but when you got wind of that you shut those rumours down quickly by starting a relationship with Ryan, a relationship that drove a wedge between your friendship with Leah. Your love for the women’s game continued to grow though, and you have supported Arsenal all your life, just like Leah. Liam fell in love with it too, and you often found yourself amongst the crowd of Arsenal WFC and Lionesses matches together. Liam was a smart kid, and after finding you looking at TikTok videos of Leah, he started asking questions. “Watch it, or we’re not going.” You said with a fake seriousness. Liam knew full well that it was an empty threat as you loved messing with him.

You decided to make it a special day for your son, by taking him out for lunch before heading over to Waterstones. It was to no surprise to you that he wanted to go to his favourite restaurant. “Smile for your dad.” The boy looked up from his plate with a big grin on his face. Proudly wearing his Williamson jersey and his Arsenal scarf.

The line at Waterstones was long, but you bought the book and joined the line together. You could tell he was excited just by the way his eyes lit up, and his smile was constantly present on his face. His excitement made you glad that you were able to join him on this occasion, but it didn’t trump your nerves of seeing Leah again. Of course, you had seen her play, but you were always just a person in the crowd, and now you were going to be face to face with the girl you’ve had a crush on since you were fifteen.

Never in your life had you been so nervous to see someone from your past, but you set it aside for your son, this was his moment. Plus Leah would probably not even remember you, right? You were a nobody, and she was the England captain and the Arsenal co-captain.

When it was your turn, Liam walked up to the signing table, while you stood back to take pictures. “Hi, what’s your name?” You heard the blonde ask your son. “I’m Liam, it’s very nice to meet you. My mom is a big fan of yours as well.” The sneaky little bastard, you thought as your eyes met Leah’s. Her eyes showed instant recognition. ‘Yours?’ she mouthed your way, and you answered with a nod. “It’s very nice to meet you too Liam, want to come over to this side for a picture?” Leah signed the book, and wrote something on one of the cards laying to the side as Liam made his way around the table. “I see you’re repping my jersey! You know what would go great with that?” He shook his head. “This new cap, would you like one?” Liam looked over to you with hopeful eyes, “Can I mom?” You smiled at the interaction between Leah and your son, “Yeah, of course.” He turned back to Leah, “Thank you so much!” The two posed for a picture. “Any time Liam. Here is your signed book, and could you please give this card to your mom?” He grinned big when he saw a written phone number on the back of the card. “Thank you Leah!”

“Mom! I got you her number, you have to call her!” You look at the card that Liam handed you ‘Would love to catch up, send me a text if you’re up for it :)’ along with her cell. You looked between the card and Leah, who shot you a smile before returning to the next person in line. “Please tell me you’re going to send her a text, please!” Liam was tired of always seeing you admire Leah from afar, and now that you had a real shot to reconnect with her, he wanted you to take it. Plus how cool would it be if his mom would go out with the Leah Williamson? You pocket the card, “Maybe later, you little snitch. I thought we had a deal.” You say playfully as you put your arm around his shoulder. Quite frankly it scared you a little to send her a text. “Let’s head home.”

When you got home you put Leah’s number in your phone and stared at the message screen forever, trying to decide what to text her. You really wanted to reconnect with her, but you also didn’t want to overcompensate, and ruin any chance you had. You settled on something simple, letting her make the next move.

You: Hi Leah, it’s y/n. It was good seeing you today, catching up sounds nice.

You hadn’t expected to get a message back from her so soon.

Leah: So glad we ran into each other. Talk about the details later?

The message notification was staring back at you, your heart was beating out of your chest simply from her message. You quickly put your phone away, without opening her message when Liam walks in. “Mom, you know that I want you to be happy right?” You nod, “Of course, I know that kiddo. What makes you say that?” He shrugs, “I just don’t want you to hold back because of me.” You shake your head, “You’re too smart. I love you, kiddo.” He hugs your side, “I love you too, mom.”

The two of you were hanging out at home, when Ryan called again. “Hey, thank you for sending me those pictures. They really made my day, glad to see him so happy.” You notice the exhaustion behind his words, “Yeah of course, I don’t want you to miss out on stuff because of your job.” Liam was so important to the both of you, but your divorce had led to missing some things here and there, that you always tried to minimise together. “Speaking of work, I should be done around eight. You know I hate to ask, but-” You interrupted him, “You don’t have to ask, of course. Pick him up whenever you are done, okay?” You heard the relief in his voice, “Thank you. Can I talk to him for a moment?” You walk over to Liam and hand him the phone, “It’s your dad.” After handing him your phone, you give him some space to talk to his dad.

You continued vacuuming since you weren’t done when you had to pick up Liam from school. So, you didn’t hear the interaction with Ryan, or when the call was over, and definitely not when you got another phone call. Liam looked at the contact and smirked to himself. When he realised you didn’t hear the phone call, he picked up himself. “Hi Leah, it’s Liam.” The girl had not expected your son to pick up, but she went with it anyway. “Hey Liam! How did you like the book signing?” He told her how much he enjoyed it before Leah continued with her questions. “I was looking for your mom, is she around?” If it were a video call, Leah would have seen the mischievous look in Liam’s eyes, but since it was a voice call he could hide behind the screen. “She is a little busy right now, but she said she wanted to invite you over for dinner tonight if you had time.” Leah knew she should’ve questioned it more, but she wanted to see you so badly, that she set up dinner plans with your son.

Just ten minutes before Leah said she would be there Liam came walking up to you. “Hey mom, so I kind of invited Leah over for dinner tonight.” Never in your life had you turned around so quickly, “You did what?” You could not believe what your son had just told you. “She will be here in-” His sentence was interrupted by the doorbell. “Now.” He said with a big smile. You were frozen in place, Leah Williamson was at your door, and you were in sweats and a tank top, your hair a mess from the house work you had been doing for the past hour. “Are you going to let her in?” You turned to Liam, “You are going to be in so much trouble later.” Again, Liam knew there was no actual threat behind your words, because that’s not how you parented.

On your way to the door, you tried to quickly fix your hair. You open the door, “Oh hi Ryan, you’re here early.” He smiles back at you, “Yeah our last meeting got cancelled, sorry I didn’t let you know.” You shake your head, “No, no it’s okay. Liam, your dad is here!” The boy came running into his dad’s arms. “You’re here!” The bond between them was amazing, he truthly loved the both of you equally. “Have you had something to eat yet?” Liam shakes his head, “How does McDonald’s sound?” You grab Liam’s bag, and give him a quick kiss on his cheek, before waving the both of them off.

As soon as you closed the door, you ran up the stairs to quickly get changed, and look more presentable. You had just finished doing your hair when your doorbell rang again. This time it was Leah standing on the other side of the door. “Hi Leah, come in.” She looked so beautiful in her simple white t-shirt and a pair of green cargo pants. “Hey y/n, thank you. No Liam?” She questioned when you walked her further into the house. “He wanted to be here but his dad came to pick him up a little bit ago. I’m sorry to say that McDonald’s has been picked over dinner with you.” You joke, hoping to make the moment a bit lighter. Hearing Leah’s laugh brought you back to those days where you would sit on the grass, and make fun of the boys on the football team.

“So, Liam is a big fan of football then?” Leah started awkwardly. You loved talking about him, so you just started talking. “Yeah, I started taking him to matches when he was still a little baby. He loved it ever since, I can’t go to an Arsenal match without him nowadays. A gooner from the start, just like you.” Leah blushed slightly. “So, you’ve been coming to our matches all this time?” Now it was your turn to blush. “Maybe.” The both of you laugh. “Ryan surprisingly never got into football, so it’s been something I get to share with Liam.” The name you mentioned caught Leah’s attention. “Wait Ryan is Liam’s dad? You actually married high school Ryan?” You realised that bringing his name up was probably a mistake since he is what drove the two of you apart. “Oh yeah, high school Ryan indeed. Liam’s dad indeed, and I did marry him. We haven’t been married for like five years though.”

Leah’s ears perk up at that. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” You shrug your shoulders, “It’s all good, it was time I finally figured out my sexuality. We’re still friends, and he's great with Liam. Anyways, how have you been?” The two of you start talking and catching up, and somehow even though more than a decade had passed and you had lived such different lives, it felt like you had never not known each other.

You walk into the kitchen together, still talking, when the both of you start getting hungry. That is when you realise that you had to go to the grocery store today, and didn’t have much in the house. “So, confession time. I didn’t actually know you were coming over until Liam told me about ten minutes before you arrived.” Leah laughed, “I had a feeling the invite wasn’t extended by you, but I didn’t want the opportunity to go to waste.” You blush at her words. “I am very happy that you are here, don’t get me wrong. I was just not prepared. It was Ryan’s day with the kid, but he got stuck at work so I didn’t have a chance to go to the grocery store like I had originally planned. Let’s see, I have Potato Smileys, and literally nothing else. I am so sorry.” Leah did not care what you would eat one bit, she was just happy to be there with you. “Good thing I love Potato Smileys then!”

You shared a laugh at the situation and decided to make the best of it. While the Potato smileys were in the oven, you set the table with some condiments to go along with them. As you were waiting for the Smileys to cook, you and Leah fell back into conversation. You were reminiscing over old times, and shared stories from the past years since. It was easy talking to her, it really felt like no time had passed.

Once you were done with dinner, you moved to the living room where you each found a comfortable place on the couch to continue catching. Before you realised it, hours had passed by. Leah looked at her watch, and noticed the time first. “Oh it’s late, I hadn’t realised so much time had passed.” You glance at the clock yourself, “Wow, yeah it is. I’m really glad you came over tonight, catching up with you has been great.” Leah smiled in return, “Yes it was, I’ve missed this. I hope we can hang out again soon!” You walk her to the door, “For sure! Liam and I will be at the match Sunday, maybe we can do something after? If you don’t mind him tagging along of course.” Her smile grew big, “I would love that, and for Liam to tag along always!”

As you said goodbye, and Leah got into her car you couldn’t help but feel hopeful for what the future might hold. Just having Leah back into your life in whatever way possible made you extremely happy. Tonight had been so nice, and you really wanted to see Leah again soon, Sunday didn’t feel soon enough. So, you decided to send her a message. You felt less nervous sending this message than the one this afternoon, but still there were some nerves.

You: Would you maybe want to grab a coffee sometime this week? I’d love to meet up sooner than Sunday.

As you were getting ready to go to bed, your phone dinged with a new message.

Leah: I know a great spot! Are you free tomorrow?

You smiled at the text, Leah proposing tomorrow had to mean she wanted to see you again soon too, right? You quickly let her know you’re free, before sending her a goodnight message and calling it a night. Though, your mind kept you up for a while longer, not wanting to let go of today just yet.

Continue reading part 2!

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girlokwhatever · 9 days

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ooou could you do paige x reader who joined kks live once (like she thought she was cute and they started talking ykwimmmm)

IKWYMMMM

✩ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆✧₊ ⊹ nice surprise,,

paige bueckers x fem!reader

“yo, that girl’s picture is nice,”

“PAIGE… girl boo.. which one?”

paige is pointing to your profile picture and saying your username out loud to kk, who’s hosting the live.

you don’t even have your phone, it was your roommate that joined the live. she had commented a few times and paige saw, zoning in on your picture. she thought you were pretty. to be fair, you loved your profile picture. it was you in a floor-length sundress and sunglasses, holding your younger brother’s hand.

kk takes advantage of paige’s blabber mouth, deciding to add you to the live and make her friend talk to you.

your roommate is freaking out, screaming your name and running into the kitchen where you’re cooking dinner.

“GIRL TAKE YOUR PHONE RIGHT NOW-“

“what did you do-“

you look on your phone screen and see the live, the faces of your college’s women’s basketball team staring back at you. you recognize some of them easily, paige bueckers and kk are two.

your roommate, evie, is leaning over to you and whispering that “paige saw your profile picture and thinks you’re cute so they invited you to the live but it wasn’t really you it was me so i’m bringing it to you so you can get game girl-“

she’s talking so fast you hardly even register what she’s saying. you practically feel your jaw hit the floor and your eyes widen at evie, then at the live, then back to evie. she’s grinning and winking at you like she’s just won you the lottery.

“guys this is her..”

“HEYYY GIRL BOO! my friend here, paige- PAIGE boo stop playin. anyway, my friend paige thinks you’re cute.”

“oh! hey guys!” you’re waving gently and smiling. paige practically ran off screen and you think you might do the same. you’re a little camera shy and the hundreds of people watching doesn’t help anything.

you catch the way paige is peaking her head over the side of the screen and kk pulls her back down quickly. now you’re both looking straight at each other, a silent understanding of how awkward this moment is.

“heyyy, i’m pagie,”

she’s also smiling and waving and kk is in hysterics, as is evie. as terribly awkward as this is, you think paige is very nice looking as well. her wavy hair is down past her shoulders and she’s wearing a uconn jacket with pajama pants on. you’re dressed similarly in your pj’s and a sweater. but you’re definitely embarrassed because you have on an iowa sweater you got from your dad (it’s where he went).

“so you’re an iowa fan?” kk is asking you, one eyebrow raised. you’re blushing a deep shade of red now and hiding your face by pushing your phone back towards your roommate.

what is even happening?

“no guys trust she’s uconn all the way. we watch the games all the time.” evie is answering for you, pushing the phone into your hands again. you can’t tell if you want this moment to end or not.

“that’s good cause paige doesn’t mess with iowa y’know-“

“what?! i never said that! i never said that. iowa is cool.” she’s talking to you now, probably trying to make you feel better. you think it’s sweet how panicked she is. you feel the same.

“so.. girl boo.. do you wanna date paige?”

“kk! what- what kind of question is that?!”

both you and paige are equally gobsmacked but evie is yelling out in the background that you do want to date her.

“i.. um,”

“you definitely don’t have to answer that ma, ignore her please.”

kk is dying laughing and evie is too from her seat against the counter. paige is taking the phone and walking away, yelling at kk to be quiet and stop embarrassing her. you’re laughing a bit too but cover it up for a simple smile.

paige is really cute, you think.

“hey, look, i would actually take you out on a date.. if you want?”

you’re silent for a moment, looking up at evie with shock. never did you ever imagine that paige bueckers would be asking you out on a date, especially not on a tiktok live.

“um, yeah. yes. i would like that.”

she’s got this cheesy smile on her face, turning the phone away for a second. “alright, i’ll dm you. it was nice to meet you. i wasn’t expecting this but it was a really nice surprise.”

“yeah, it was.”

later that night she’s messaging you on instagram asking for your number. she decides to facetime you, apologizing for the whole live and saying she wishes she could see you in person instead.

next thing you know, you’re giving her your dorm location and number and she’s on her way to see you. you consider yourself extremely lucky for such a nice surprise.

⋆·˚ ༘ *🔭.ೃ࿐🀥☽｡⋆𓍯 ִֶָ.

I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS!!

it’s a bit different but i really like it

#paige buckets #paige bueckers #uconn wbb #paige bueckers smut #paige bueckers x reader #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball

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mewhenimanangel · 9 months

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everywhere ʚɞ miles morales x reader

pairing: 42!miles morales x reader

synopsis: you were a wreck. it’s your mom’s one year anniversary since she passed. miles helps you feel better

wc: 3.0k

warnings!: swearing, death, death jokes, violence, kissing, n word used

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you begrudgingly pulled your blanket off you and went to the bathroom to brush your teeth. you were fighting so hard to not crawl back in your bed and sob into your pillow. it was the anniversary of your mom's death and all you wanted to do was cry.

you got in your uniform and put sunscreen and lotion on your face, not bothering to do anything else. you grabbed your bag and your phone and went out your door. your dad was standing there making coffee when he turned around to walk over to you and embrace you in a hug. "good morning baby" he pulled you back to see your quivering lip.

"i know, i miss her too. say what how about i make her special pasta that she always made. or at least attempt to." he joked. "yeah sure whatever" you fanned your tears and went out the door. safiya was standing outside your building waiting to walk with you. "hey bebe how you doing?" she rubbed your back. " i'm fine" you faked a smile. she knew you were lying but she didn't say anything and you two just walked to school.

your classes went by quickly, probably because you spent 90% of them staring out the window. currently you were in physics class doing the exact same thing, it's been a month since your schedule switched and you and miles grew a little closer, as close as he'd let you. you'd exchanged numbers and followed each other on social media. and he would join you and safiya on the walk home, silently walking at your side while you chat with your best friend.

miles looked through the side of his eye and noticed you hadn't even picked up your pencil since class started and were just staring into space, dejected expression on your face. he nudged your shoulder and whispered "what's up with you today, chiquita?"

"mm? oh, nothing." you mumbled looking back down on your desk. "you ain't even write your name, ms bennett's gonna get on your ass" he snickered. you just snorted a bit before going back to stare out the window. it was a rainy day out, how ironic.

he could tell something was off with you so he decided to help you out. "here, i'm done" he moved his paper to your desk. "just copy it" he told you.

you smiled at him before writing down everything he had on his paper, on yours. "you look different today" referring to your bare face "in a good way" he added when he saw your eyebrows furrow. "um thanks" you finished your paper just in time for the bell to ring.

you were in the bathroom washing your hands when the melanie came in. "oh..hi y/n, we miss you in math" she said with a condescending smile on her face. you rolled your eyes and dried your hands before getting ready to leave. "oh by the way since your fine daddy's single, do you think you could give him my number." you face twisted in disgust and you turned around and shoved her up against the wall. "fucking say shit bout my parents again and i'll fucking kill you." you snapped, pushing her head back against the wall.

"bitch is that a fucking threat?!" she pushed you off her. "yes bitch! i'll fucking gut-" "girls, where are we supposed to be??" a hall monitor interrupted coming into the bathroom. you grumbled an insult before pushing pass her and heading to the roof.

miles looked over from his conversation and saw you storming off from the bathroom, melanie following shorty after with the monitor trailing behind her. "yo i'll see you later aight" he dapped his friend up and followed behind you.

his eyebrows furrowed when he saw you sneak through the rooftop door. he followed through the door and snuck up the stairs. he saw you hunched over on the ground and he could hear your sniffles from here. he didn't mean to slam the door but he did and it startled you. you darted your head over your shoulders, quickly wiping your tears when you saw him. "what are you doing here?" you put your head back on your knees. "saw you when you stormed outta the bathroom, you looked upset. then i saw you come up here and i wanted to make sure you ain't kill yourself" he joked, making you giggle.

"why you up here anyway? and why you crying?" he asked, sitting down next to you. "i told mr brown i'd water the garden." your voice was breaking. "doesn't explain why you're crying ma" he looked at you. you didn't say anything for a moment, taking a deep breath before you opened your mouth. "today was the day my mom died, like a year ago today" you told explained. "i promised myself i wasn't gonna cry today but that fucking cunt melanie loves to piss me off"

"that why you said you fought her?" he asked. "mhm" you mumbled. "well she's a fucking bitch. don't take that shit from her." he told you, you nodding your head. "but...i get it. my dad's dead and when he died, niggas thought something was funny? so that's why i had beat lincoln's ass" he said. "god the people here suck so bad. m'sorry about your dad." you told him. "it's aight, i'm sorry about your mom" you smiled and nodded your head, holding back the tears that dared to slip down your face. "it's alright to cry ma. don't hold back i'm not gonna judge you"

you blinked and your tears came flowing down your face, you leaned your head on his shoulder and he didn't move it he just let you cry. "i just wanna go see her grave, but it's all the way in westchester" you wiped your tears. he stayed silent for a moment "then let's go see it. i have my license and i know where my dad's old car is" he told you, rising to his feet. "what? we can't do that. we have school and you can't just take your dad's car." you rose to yours too.

"what, is he gonna stop me?" he said making you giggle. "that's crazy. you don't have to do this really it's fine" "it's alright, if it'll make you feel better i don't mind. come on let's go through the door in the green hallway" he said going through the roof door, you following behind. you opened your phone to tell safiya you were skipping with miles.

'miles is taking me to my mom's grave??😭

we're ditching come with us' you sent the text.

'girl WHAT 💀' she sent.

'that emoji feels familiar 🤔' you sent back.

'stop. anyways i cant come, bout to start a test. just be safe baby. i love you' she sent back.

miles scoped out the hallway making sure no teachers or monitors were around. he pushed through the door and you two made a break for it down the street. "wait, i wanna get something" you pointed to the grocery store down the street.

you both went in and you picked up a bouquet of pink roses, her favorite flowers, from the front. you went to another aisle and picked up a pack of ferrero rocher chocolates "these were her favorite. one time my dad stood her up with work on valentine's day so she and i watched her favorite movie and ate a whole big pack of these. we were so sick afterwards. after i threw up she gave me medicine and sang me to sleep" you lightly laughed, biting your lips to hold back your tears. "she sounds great" he said giving you a comforting smile. "she really was"

you checked out and miles took you to an old garage, tugging open the door, a black buick sat on the other side. "does this even still work?" you asked opening the door. "should. if not i'll just make it" he turned the key in the ignition, engine sputtering in response. he groaned, opening the electrical system. he pulled out two wires, hitting them together until a spark emerged and the engine started. he looked at you with a cocky smile "there, all we need is some gas" "how do you know how to do that?" you asked putting on your seatbelt. "don't worry bout it" he drove off.

after stopping at a gas station and filling up the tank, you two drove the hour and a half drive to westchester graveyard. he let you control the music and would occasionally glance over at you while you just stared out the window. he watched you put your legs up in criss cross apple sauce and doze off, smiling at the way your mouth fell open and he could hear your soft snoring.

he pulled into a nearby parking lot and tapped your thigh "we're here" he told you. you stretched and rubbed your eyes, looking around to make sure it was the right place. "you were snoring mad hard" he teased you. "i was not!" you gasped. "yes you were" "nuh uh, i do not snore" you retorted. "yes you do, could barely hear the music" he lied. you rolled your eyes fondly and opened the car door, grabbing the chocolates and the flowers.

he followed your lead to her headstone and you let yourself plop down next to it, resting the flowers down gently. "hey mom" you leaned your head back. "miss you, god even after a year it still doesn't feel real" your voice was breaking and miles figured he'd back off a little, sitting back on a bench nearby.

"i'm a junior now, me and safiya are still as close as ever but i've been making new friends. dad and i have been weird but if feels like it's getting back to normal now?? his cooking still sucks ass tho" you giggled "oh i got a job now, i'm a barista at mel's. i've been letting my hair grow longer and i redecorated my room. i started reading those poetry books that you had always wanted me to and brandy's been in my playlists on repeat, maybe it's silly to do this because i like to think that you know all this already cause you're watching over me."

"i miss you so much mommy. god i wish you would just come back, how is this not some stupid joke" you wiped your tears, but they wouldn't stop streaming down your face. you turned around and kneeled, knees sinking into the soil beneath you, hands resting on top. you couldn't control it anymore you let out a broken cry and shoved your face in your hands.

you felt miles tap your shoulder and pulled you to your feet. you looked at him, face scrunched up with bloodshot teary eyes. he moved a hand up to your cheek wiping away the tears that rolled down your face. "ugh this is embarrassing" you grumbled, shoving your face in his chest, and he put his arms around your shoulders. "it really isn't. i get it y/n, trust me it'll be okay. i'm not saying it's gon stop hurting but it'll hurt a little less with time." he told you.

he reached in his book bag and took out a small pack of tissues. he handed them to you so you could wipe your tears off. "put your leg up" he told you putting his hand on the underneath of your knee. you put your hands on his shoulders to support yourself and he used the tissues to clean your knees. you let out a small laugh "thanks. really thank you so much for this, you genuinely did not have to do this at all." "it's alright ma"

you checked your phone seeing a missed call and texts rom your dad. 'where you at? school call me tell me you not there??' 'answer me before i call the police' they read. you giggled a little before telling him you were in westchester, which he did not take lightly and told you you were in trouble but right now you didn't care.

you went to the bench miles was sitting on and grabbed the chocolates. "you wanna eat some with me?" you asked him, holding out one to his hand. "you not gonna eat till you throw up right. i don't fuck with vomit." he put out his hand. "no!" you laughed which made him smile.

the two of you sat there on the bench for about another half an hour talking about whatever. your parents, your lives outside of school and knowing each other, etc. while eating the chocolates. you stopped yourself before you got too into them. "ah we should probably start driving back" you told him. "you sure?" he looked at you. "yeah, dad said i'm in trouble when i get home anyways" you got up and closed the container.

"well. since you're already out can i take you somewhere?" he asked. you twisted your mouth in thought "but my dad-" "well if you're already in trouble when you get back why not stay out a little longer" you let him convince you and got in the car for the drive back to brooklyn.

when you got to brooklyn he drove straight past your buildings and to a nearby unused subway station. you went down and he walked you all the way to the end of the platform going onto the side of the tracks. "alright are you trying to fucking kill me" you hesitated in following him. he chuckled "relax ma, no trains run here anymore it's an old track" he put his hand out to you and you took it and you both walked down the tracks. "alright we gotta hop the fence" he told you.

"are you crazy" you furrowed your eyebrows at him. "it's not even that high up, i'll go first" he climbed the fence and jumped down, swiftly landing on his feet. you followed behind and lost your balance when you were on top causing you to fall over but not before he caught you and put you down. "will you chill out" he laughed at your annoyed expression.

you kept walking for about a minute until you saw a wall full of graffiti. "my uncle takes me down here sometimes and we just paint" he told you, tossing a can at you. "you wanna do a mural for her?" he asked you. you smiled and nod your head "what does she look like?" he asked you. you pulled out your phone and opened the photo album you had dedicated to her, picked a photo and gave him the phone.

"wow she's beautiful. you guys look like twins" he said holding up the phone to a blank part of the wall. "she should fit right in there." "you think i know how to spray paint?" you said shaking the can. "i can help you."

and so he did, he found a color to match her skin tone and her facial features. he did most of the artwork, putting you on his shoulders to do the hair and the top of the rose. you stepped back and admired the finished product. it was your mom with a big smile on her face with her signature red lip, you added details such as your matching necklace, the beauty mark on her cheek, her smile lines and a hand that held a single pink rose.

you smiled and tears stung your eyes, mix of happy and sad but mostly happy. you looked at the time and saw it was almost 9 o'clock. "ohh my dad is gonna kill me" you groaned. "do you think you could take me home now?" you asked him. "yeah it's mad late" he picked up his bookbag and you guys walked back out of the track.

he drove the car back to the garage and you grabbed your book bag before you guys got out, walking to your block getting to the front of your building. "thank you for today, like seriously. i don't know anybody who would've drove me out for two hours just to sit at a grave." you giggled. "you were sad and i didn't like that, wanted to make you feel better." he nudged your shoulder. "you did make me feel better, thank you" you threw your arm around him, pulling him into a tight hug wrapping around his waist.

you threw your arms up to his face, pinching his cheeks "who knew you were such a big softy morales" you said in a playful baby voice. he rolled his eyes before looking into yours, face softening. your hands were still on his face and his were still around your torso.

your eyes flickered down to his lips before going back to his eyes, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. you quickly pulled back "oh sorry! don't know what came over me" you frantically apologized. "don't apologize" he whispered before pulling you back in. you threw your arms around his neck, hand rubbing against his fade. his hands were on your waist pulling you closer to him.

you were interrupted by your dad poking through the window five stories up. "y/n! you had me going crazy wondering what the hell you were doing and you out here kissing boys?!" he shouted, baffled expression on his face. "girl get inside" he told you through gritted teeth. "goodnight miles" you giggled pulling away from him. "g'night" he said back to you. "and boy who your parents is? cause i will be giving them a call! got my damn daughter out at night kissing all up on her" he pointed at miles, grumbling the last part. "dad relax!" you shouted up at him. "get inside!" "what does it look like i'm doing?!" you shouted back, opening the building door.

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Part 3 of Cheering Her Up (A Float)

f!/nb! reader x regina george

CONTENT:

Word Count: 3203

The morning after the party

You and Regina go spend time in the pool together (you brought a duck float)

Regina shoves you in the pool

a little bit of suggestive flirting

some comphet/internalized homophobia/weird mixed signals type stuff

you're bonding with Kylie (Regina's little sister)

very mild angst/one-sided pining (at least you feel like its one-sided)

Part 1 of Cheering Her Up

Part 2 of Cheering Her Up

Part 4 of Cheering Her Up (coming soon maybeeeee??)

a/n:

sorry i've been missing in action for like 2 months, life's been sucky. Also I tried writing some smut for the end of this chapter but I decided to move it to the next chapter. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it (I'm not necessarily happy with this chapter I just was bullshitting around a little)

OH ALSO i'm like about halfway done with that wine drunk fic with Leighton do expect that soon :]

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In the morning, since you were slightly hungover, you didn’t wanna cook and Mrs. George went out for some errands, so you and Regina went out to get breakfast. You gulped down two cups of coffee to help with your head, then asked her to drop by your house to get your school bag. “Gina I’m gonna take a bit, I’ve gotta find something. I’ll drive back to yours soon” You got out of the car.

“Okay, bye loser, I’ll see you there,” She said and then drove off.

You walked inside and you had to explain to your dad you were fine and you just needed to grab some stuff to do homework with Regina. He was indifferent about what you did or didn’t do, he just cared that you weren’t arrested.

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"Your family gonna be out long?" You asked after about forty minutes of mutual silence on your phones. It was Saturday and you both finished the little homework you had over an hour ago, and you had this itch to take a dip in her pool again.

"Probably, why?" She asked

"I bought a pool float, just say it's for your sister. I'll leave it here" you said sheepishly.

She was unimpressed with your excuse "Mmhm, you know she can't swim well"

"Precisely why I got one, now she can enjoy the pool" You argued back

"Fine, let me get changed. I'll meet you down there" Regina got up and walked into her closet. "You've asked to swim in my pool so many times. At this rate, you should just join the fucking swim team" She said sarcastically, and you walked toward the hallway.

"Whatever, your pool is just nice to hang out in" You left her room and jogged down the stairs to your car.

Regina walked down the stairs after changing, holding two towels and water bottles, she saw you sitting on the ground in a sleeveless t-shirt and your boxer shorts, blowing up a fucking duck floatie. "Hey G" you were out of breath "I forgot my swim trunks"

She tsked at you “You brought a float, but not your swimsuit?" She left the glass door open.

"Uhhhh, yeah. I know I know it was dumb" She walked past you, flicked your forehead, earning an “ow” from you, and went to sit on the lounge chair. When you filled the entire float with air, you plugged the hole and held it above your head. "Success!" You put it in the water next to the edge of the pool.

It was a pretty big floaty, it could easily fit two people on it. You carefully climbed onto the float "Regina, get in on this" You put your hands behind your head and relaxed, closing your eyes.

"You look stupid." She said glancing up from her phone, she was taking a secret photo of you. Part of her wanted to replace your contact photo with this one, but she didn’t.

You opened your eyes and scolded her "Hey, you could've said no to the pool, just get on here. Don't let my hard work go to waste" She started playing music. Wordlessly she got up from her chair and sat on the float with you. "Wow, I didn't think you'd actually listen to me"

"I'm taking pity on you actually," She said conceitedly, you just flipped her off and closed your eyes again. So you both just laid there, basking in the last few weeks of warmth before the cold came in full force.

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The float had drifted from the edge to the middle of the pool. You had about twenty minutes of peace before you felt Regina's hands under your back and she shoved you off the float when you were least expecting it. A short cry of surprise was quickly muted by your head falling under the water.

You resurfaced and quickly grasped one of the flimsy plastic handles along the edge of the float while she was calming down from laughter "That was uncalled for!" you said "You find too much pleasure in my demise, Regina"

She faked her remorse "I would never do such a thing" she tilted her head to the side.

"Then can you help me back on?" you asked.

She grinned mischievously and crossed her legs. "No" she waved her hand like she was dismissing you "Swim along little duck"

"Fine then" You started to claw your way back up on the float, bending one of the edges and letting Regina sink in the water a little bit.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" Regina exclaimed as half her body was underwater due to your uncoordinated efforts. You finally got back on the float, you were on your stomach, and your head turned toward Regina. She was slightly irritated, and you just grinned at her. “You’re so annoying,” She said to you.

“You coulda helped me back up, you know? And if I’m so annoying, why do you still let me hang around?” your voice was playful. You decided to push the flirting a little more “You sure you’re just hanging around because you pity me? Is it for homework?” You shifted to lay on your side, head resting in the palm of your hand. “Or do you have a crush on me?” Your tone was joking but you were serious in your head.

Whenever you insinuated that your relationship was a little romantic, she would become testy.

Your words pushed on Regina’s nerves, but she didn’t let it show on her face too much. She rolled her eyes. “Dream on nerd, I could care less about dating anyone right now. I’m not really gay.” She hated when you’d say things like that because she felt turmoil in her chest about the relationship you had with her, she didn’t want to think about what it meant.

You knew her words were bullshit, the things she did with you spoke louder than words, but it still stung to hear her say that. You hid your disappointment and just said “Uhuh, whatever floats your boat Gina” She’s been like this throughout the entire situationship. Contradicting herself, going between acting like you were the only one in the world who knew her, or like what you had was nothing.

This wasn’t good for your poor heart, but you were a fool, a dumb, lovesick fool, and you couldn’t help it. You knew she cared a little though, so you clung to the moments she had let you in, where you held each other like nothing else mattered.

She deflected the topic of romance quickly, “Go check my phone, my mom and Kylie might be back soon”

“But it's all the way over there, and I just got back on” You whined but you got off anyway, since she had a point. You grabbed one of the handles on the float and tugged Regina with you to the edge of the pool.

Regina snickered at how quickly you complied “You’re so easy, baby” You tried to ignore her, but she continued. “So obedient” Her voice was suggestive and teasing, your face reddened and you felt her words go straight between your thighs. You glanced over your shoulder trying to glare, but it looked more like a pout.

You reached the edge, stepped up and out of the pool, and walked toward the lounge chairs, drying your hand off with a towel to not get her phone wet. You looked back at Regina, “She said she’s gonna be home in about forty minutes, and it was sent like 26 minutes ago”

“Mm, okay,” She sounded mildly annoyed since you only had the pool to yourselves for less than an hour. Regina wanted to thoroughly enjoy the last few minutes of solitude with you. She got off the float “Come here”

You walked towards her, stepping into the water again. Regina had a hand on your shoulder, and right when you grabbed her waist about to pull her in closer for a kiss, you heard Regina’s mom say loudly “Hey guys!” as she opened the front door. You both instantly moved away from each other and got out. Mrs. George was holding some grocery bags and Kylie followed behind.

You and Regina already dried yourself off quickly, you hung the towel over your shoulder and walked inside. “Hey Kylie” Regina greeted, and Kylie gave a curt “Hey” back and then walked up to you.

“Hi, Mrs. George. Hey little George” You smiled and then crouched down so you were closer to eye level with Kylie. You stuck your fist out and Kylie fist-bumped you.

“Hi, Y/N” She liked it when you and Regina were around. Kylie went on about her day to you. Regina was a little further away, and you made eye contact, Regina pointed at her sister and you, then mouthed ‘Traitors.’ You had to hold in your laugh and divert your attention back to her little sister. “Oh! And we’re going on a field trip to the aquarium in two weeks”

Before you could answer, Regina’s mom called you all over to the kitchen. “Kylie have your lunch” She placed a plate on the table and Kylie sat down. “You guys hungry?”

Regina looked at you, meaning it was up to you “No, I’m okay. Thank you” you said.

“Okay” her mom always sounded enthusiastic “Why don’t you invite Gretchen, Karen, and the new girl Cady to hang out with you guys in the pool?”

“Uh-” Shit, you blanked on excuses

Regina cut in quickly “Gretchen and Y/N aren’t really on good terms mom, I’d rather not get into it” Which wasn’t true, Gretchen was in one of your classes and you were good acquaintances, which is why you and Regina had to be extra careful around her. Her special talent for getting people’s information was really incredible.

“Oh, okay honey” She moved on obliviously “I’m going to run a couple more errands, do you mind watching Kylie, Regina?”

Regina took a quick glance at her sister who beamed at the idea of hanging out with both of you. “Sure, Mom” She wouldn’t show it much, but she really did care for her little sister.

“Great! I’ll be back around seven or eight tonight” Ms. George leaned closer to you “You both are welcome to drink whatever alcohol I bought, it’s in the fridge” She picked up her purse and left quickly. “Bye girls!”

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Regina had taken out the margarita mix from the fridge and took out two glasses. Kylie finished her lunch and then grabbed a juice box from the fridge, “Hey little George, wanna hang out in the pool for a little?”

“Sure!” She grinned and gulped down her juice box, leaving it on the table, then dashing up to her room to change.

Regina cleared her throat to get your attention, then held up the two glasses with ice, insinuating for you to drink with her.

“Again?” You rolled your eyes, she poured you a glass and handed it to you. You took it anyway. “Fuck it, it’s Saturday” You downed it quickly and placed it down on the counter, Regina smirked and poured you another without asking if you wanted more. “You’re gonna be the reason my liver gives out in my thirties, Regina”

She began to walk away, bringing the glasses with her “You could say no, and I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to sip it, not chug it” She stepped back out to the backyard, and then Kylie returned in her swimsuit.

“I’m ready let's go!” She skipped through the house and to the pool, and you followed behind. Regina had already settled on her lounge chair, drinking her glass. You sipped yours too, already feeling the burning down in your stomach. You heard Kylie gasp audibly at the sight of the float, then she whipped her head around to look at the both of you.

“I got you a duck float”

“Because you don’t know how to swim” Regina added under her breath, but Kylie heard her.

She defended herself “I know how to swim! It’s just hard.” You placed your drink down next to Regina and walked over to dip yourself in the shallow end, Kylie followed suit, and while the water only reached about a third of you, it went up over half of Kylie.

“Take it easy, you just ate okay?” You were trying to be mindful, and you pulled the float for her to grab “You can hold onto the float while you swim too, but your mom should really sign you up for lessons”

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Twenty minutes went by and you were trying to teach Kylie to swim more effectively, but you weren’t particularly great at it either, so you opted to teach her how to tread water. You were in slightly deeper water now so she could practice, but shallow enough that your feet still touched the floor of the pool. After a bit, you successfully taught her how to not drown. “Hey good job little George” She reached for the float handle to take a break.

“You want to get on the float now?” You asked.

“Yeah,” she said and you held the float for her as she clambered onto it, she sat cross-legged, then you let go to float on your back, still holding the float to not drift away. “Y/N,” Kylie whispered a little, “How come you’re not dating anyone?” You were taken aback a little bit and shifted to stand in the water.

“Uh,” you thought for a second, also whispering back despite being a good ways away from Regina “I don’t know, but I’ve been in relationships before. Why you being nosey, George?” You kept your tone light.

“No reason, I like to know things. Do you like anyone then?” She pried.

Her intrigue about your life was cute, so you entertained her curious antics a little “Mmhm, do you?”

She started to pry more “No, boys are stupid. What’s their name?”

You snickered at how similar Kylie was to Regina “You sound like your sister, Kye. Also, it doesn’t matter, you don’t know them anyway” you lied.

Kylie pouted “I won’t tell anyone, not even Regina”

“Okay, their name ends with an ‘A’” You whispered teasing her a little.

Both of your voices started to rise in volume, “That's not fair, there are so many names that end with ‘A’, give me something else to work with.”

“Nope, sorry Little George” She crossed her arms and frowned at you, “Oh come on, I bought you a float, you can’t be mad at me.”

Before either of you could continue your argument Regina cut in “Why are you upset Kylie?” She now sat at the edge of the pool with her legs in the water.

“They won’t tell me who the-”

You covered Kylie’s mouth quickly with your hand and into her ear “Don’t say anything to Gina, I’ll tell you later, I promise” You took your hand away from her mouth and held out your pinky “Please.” You didn’t want Regina to push you away, so you lied to yourself and tried to convince yourself that you could keep this casual. You both convinced yourselves this was casual.

“Fine” Kylie took your pinky, and you connected the tip of your thumb to hers locking the promise.

“Kylie, finish your sentence,” Regina said. Kylie glanced at her and then back at you, you held a finger up to your mouth, and Kylie zipped her mouth closed with her hand and pretended to throw an imaginary key away. Regina looked irritated, but if she found out you liked someone, she would force the answer out of you.

She was about to ask you, but then you copied Kylie’s gesture by zipping your mouth closed. “We’re sworn to secrecy”

She just rolled her eyes at you. “You’re such a child”

“Hey!” Kylie acted offended

You defended Kylie “That’s ageist Gina”

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Eventually, you went back inside it was about 5:30 now. “I’m showering first,” Regina announced “Use the guest bathroom to shower,” She told you.

“Okayy” You gave her a thumbs-up, she had filled your glass twice just 10 minutes ago, and you weren’t usually outwardly drunk, but your demeanor was more bubbly. Regina walked up the stairs and left you and Kylie alone.

“Hey you owe me” Kylie got your attention.

Shit, you should’ve just told Kylie you didn’t like anyone, or that you were still getting over your ex. “Kye, really?” You lay down on the floor, that last drink was hitting you, not enough to be visibly drunk, but enough for you to have a blabbermouth.

“Yeah,” Kylie sat down on the floor next to you. You heard the shower upstairs turn on.

“It’s a girl” You sort of liked playing these games still, it was mildly entertaining for you.

“Okay”

“Starts with an R”

“So my sister?”

“Don’t tell her little George. You get no more details” You whispered. You should not have been telling a little kid this, especially her sister. But you were tipsy and with no one else to confide in, you told her anyway. “If you tell her I’ll take that float back” You kidded.

She held out her pinky to you “I won’t tell, pinky swear” You locked your pinky promise again with her. “I kind of like this one guy in my class”

“I knew it, you little liar.” You sat up and ruffled her wet hair “So Kye has a crush huh?” She gave you more details about her crush. It was pretty adorable. Kylie detailed her crush being put in the same group for the upcoming aquarium field trip. Eventually she asked you more details about your crush on Regina.

“Why don’t you tell her you like her? You guys are always together.” Kylie asked you.

You hesitated when answering her question “Highschool social hierarchy is hard to explain, but being gay isn’t exactly great for your social status, plus I’m not exactly popular. And your sister–no one actually knows we’re friends aside from you and your mom.”

“But you guys are close friends, as close to Regina as Gretchen and Karen. And I think you are more fun to hang around than Aaron”

You smiled at her “I know, little George, you’re so sweet, but it’s hard to explain why I can’t tell her.” You couldn’t outright tell Kylie her sister was essentially very homophobic outside of the house. “Things between us are weird and complicated, but I don’t think she will ever like me like that, thats all”

Kylie frowned at that, you placed a hand on her shoulder “Don’t look so down. Trust me little George, it’s better she doesn’t know”

You both heard the shower shut off. Regina was in her robe and she peeked down the stairs seeing you and Kylie were still sitting at the bottom of the stairs talking. “Hey, what are you doing? Get washed up already”

You stood up, “That’s our cue,” you offered your hand to Kylie and helped her up “Go shower before the beast gets mad at us” Kylie let out a little laugh.

(lowk i kinda hate this may or may not delete/archive this)

#mean girls #regina george #regina george x reader #mean girls 2024 #x reader #fluff #renee rapp x reader #regina george x y/n #regina george x you #regina has comphet and it's confusing you #she sends so many mixed signals #also you're bonding with her little sister which is absolutely adorable

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mikobeautifulheart · 2 months

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hey sweetie!! its meee again!! (the one who requested the drunk megumi fic lmaoo)

ummm can you do megumi again??

so basically after a super tiring day, the reader and Megumi decided to chill in megumi's room. they get cozy and then they get intimate…. (no smut please!, JUST A STEAMY HOT MAKE OUT SESSION like before (with tongue [this is embarrassing now…]) AARRGHH!!.. and can you like, drag the make out session?? i mean, make it longer.) ummmmm then, gojo happens to pass by his room. he hears noises 👀👀(of smooches ofc)… he dramatically sighs like a proud dad considering how much megumi has grown and changed over time. (since he raised him). he then teleports into his room and takes a photo of them without them knowing(??) (idk the photo part, write whatever feels good!) he then teases megumi about it!!

and ofc do it only if it feels comfy for you!!

thanks a lot in advance!!!!!!!! <3333333333

Tehehe I almost jumped when I saw ur request anon, ASK AND YOU SHALL RECIVE.

Megumi and you getting caught up in the moment.

(And on Gojos phone)

TW: THERE WILL BE A MAKEOUT SESSION BUT NOT SMUT. and probably second hand embarrassment.

Maybe 800-900 wordsssish

UNNNNNNNEDDDITEDDD

You went over to Megumis dorm after training to study for your up coming tests. Why do you even have tests anyway your a sorcerer. Whatever any excuse is good enough of you get to hang with Megumi. You guys did actually study for a bit until the sun went down. That's when Megumi started to wrap things up. Even though it had been a few hours you were still hot and bothered from training, and Megumi knew that.

"My shower room is next to my bed room if you want to clean up." He said as he got up to put his study matierials back on his shelf. The best thing out having a small amount of students at Jujutsu High is how good the dorms get.

"If you don't mind."You said going to walk to the room. You paused

"Uh maybe not I didn't bring any clothes and my dorm is across campus..." You mumbled

"You can borrow some of mine" Megumi said hearing everything.

"Oh thanks" you said. Just thinking about being in his clothes makes you heat up.

You opened the bathroom door, spotless, as expected of Megumi. You suddenly felt him behind you making you turn around only to look right up at him.

"Sorry...but here the clothes" he said handing you a shirt and pants.

"Towels are in the corner over there" he mumbled before walking away.

"Thank you" you said going into the room and closing the door behind you.

What was he doing? He knew he wasn't supposed to have anyone in his dorm after 9:00 pm, let alone you. If he gets caught he would be doomed. He flung himself onto his bed, face in pillow and sighing loudly. The tips of his ears were red. He knows he's breaking the rules but...you...you were in his bathroom right now and you'll step out wearing HIS clothes. The image in his mind makes him groan. What was he going to do? You definitely weren't going back to your dorm, not that he wanted you to. And even if you tried to then you would get caught and he would just feel guilty.

Megumi would be lying if he said he never wanted this. He just hoped you did to. Just as he almost suffocated himself in his pillow he heard the bathroom door open. Footsteps filled his mind as you finally came into his view. He sat up and looked at you speechless. The way his clothes nearly slowed you whole made his heart explode. You rubbed the towel against your hair trying to get it as dry as possible before you set the towel aside and joined him on his bed.

There was an akward silence as it was taking everything in Megumi to keep his composure.

"Have you ever had a crush on anyone before Megumi" you asked out of the blue.

It obviously caught him off guard as he moved over to the other side of his bed to give you more space.

"Well...yeah I guess." He said rubbing the back of his neck starting straight at the wall infront of him. He could feel your eyes on him.

"What dose it feel like? Because I think I like someone right now." You said cheek flushed pink. You were nervous. You've been crushing on megimi for a while now but you didn't know how to take it out of the 'friend zone' so you figured that you should just go for it.

"Well it's like your having a heart attack." He starts.

"Then it makes you feel like you want to gently play with their hair" He says reaching out and taking a strand of your hair in-between his fingers.

"And then it makes you feel all hot and embarrassed but it dosent really matter when their so pretty."

You blush harded meeting Megumis gaze and refusing to look away.

"But when you reay like someone, it's love. And love makes you want to do this." He said hand letting go of your hair only to go behind your head and pull you into his lips.

You kiss. You kissed?

He pulled away for a moment letting out a hot breath.

"And it makes you tell them how much you need them and how you would die with out them."

He gose back into the kiss, but this time he slowly put his other arm around your back and lowered you gently onto the bed as the kiss deepened.

You part for a second and said

"Megumi I've never done this before, but I think I like it and I like you"

"I think I like you to" he said

He kissed you again but on your neck, making you groan.

Meanwhile when you guys were at the hight of your night a white haired menace walked by. He has 6 eyes there's nothing you can keep from him, that's why he was disappointed in Megumi because he thought he would have known that by now.

He decided to give Megumi a pass thinking it was iust Him and Yuji haning out until he heard a higher pitched groan. He opened the door slightly and looked into the room to see MEGUMI??? ON TOP OF Y/N???? A thousand thoughts went through his mind. Is he a womaniser? Is that the only thing Megumi learned while he was raised by Gojo? But he's only a kid! So are you...But your not kids anymore...but THATS HIS SON! And he was proud? A grin spread across his face as he closed the door and teleported beside Megumis book shelf, that was facing away from you guys.

"Y/N... I...I need you" Megumi said

"Megumi-" you said, your lips parting perfectly, almost irresistibly. So he went in again, this time he slipped his toung in making you gasp.

Gojo was mortified on one hand, he raised his son well, on the other hand he didn't know if Megumi should even be doing this... Eventually he settled on the 'do now consequence later' method. Before he left he snapped a picture and quickly teleported away.

"Hm. What's wrong Megumi?" You asked as he pulled away and looked around his room.

"It was nothing, I just thought I heard something" He said before going back down.

AUTHOURS NOTE: Thank youieee for the request my most loyal anon and I hope this time I did better (Romance wise) i mean be honest with me, I want to write what you people actually want so your going to have to be honest. Anyways im going to sleep now Gn. and thanks for reading.

You guys were heating up so much that the window started to gain condensation. Megumi deepened the kiss even more taking your breath away. You to were impossibly close together but craved to be closer. You put your arms up and wrapped them around Megumis neck making him go deeper into the kiss again.

One of your hands couldn't help but wander into his hair, playing with it while being high off love. He trailed kisses down your neck leaving a hicky here and there, tounge swiping over each one giving you chills.

"Megumiii~ " you groaned voice sounding like heaven to him.

"Mmm" He said in-between his bites

"What if someone sees them?" You say.

Honestly he could careless about who ever saw them, right now he only wanted you.

"Let them." He said before lifting is face above yours.

" I don't care who sees. Do you?" He asked

You shook your head as a 'not before he smirked and crashed into your lips again.

The next day after traning Gojo took Mefumi aside to talk.

"Look son-im so proud of you, you've grown so much from the mini Megumi I knew" Gojo said pretending to wipe a fake tear from his eye

"Son?"

"Yeah, well word of advice form an expert, I get you'll die without her but you gotta be quieter and don't have your make out sessions when IM on night watch at YOUR dorms okay?"

"What the hell are you talking abou-"

Gojo pulls up the picture of Megumis face hovering above yours.

"YOU CREEP WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN MY DORM" He yelled trying to take the phone off Gojo.

"MORE LIKE WHAT WAS SHE DOING IN YOUR DORM!"

"DELET THAT!" Megumi yelled

"No, It's going in your photo album" Gojo said turning on his infinity so Megumi was no match.

"And maybe for her birthday you should get her a scarf to cover those 'bed bug bites'"

"SHUT UP YOU PERVET, IM CALLING C.P.C ON YOU!"

Across the field you saw Megumi yelling at Gojo, throwing things at his infinity when Yuji suddenly snapped you out of your distraction.

"Hey Y/N maybe you should get a new Marree, those bed bug bites on your neck look really bad." He said out of genuine concern.

"Uh YEAH ILL DO THAT" you squeaked turning read and pulling your collar up to hide the red marks on your neck.

"You and Fushiguro sure got the bed bugs bad" Nobora smirked looking at you knowing that no way in hell was that a bed bugs work.

THANKS FOR READING ♡

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captainsophiestark · 6 months

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Bird Strike

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

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Written for my Year of Olympians and part of a bigger challenge being run by @yearofcreation2023 which I’m finally catching back up on! It features a ton of other awesome creators and runs all year, so go check it out!

Fandom: Top Gun

Prompt: Apollo; light, the sun, truth, inspiration, medicine, healing

Summary: A bird strikes brings Hangman down and leads to confessions from him and Rooster's sister.

Word Count: 1,825

Category: Angst, Fluff

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"Alright, you're all good Bob. Just take it easy on your wrist for a little while, and you should heal up just fine."

"Thanks," said Bob, giving me a smile as he hopped off my exam table. Life was never boring as Top Gun's chief medical officer, but thankfully today I hadn't had to deal with any serious injuries. Just a slightly sprained wrist from a little too much dog fight football.

"Sure thing." I headed for the door with Bob, since I didn't have anyone else waiting for medical attention. Jake Seresin, the most arrogant pilot at Top Gun (except maybe Mav), was currently up flying, and since I didn't have any pressing work to attend to I wanted to listen in on how he was doing.

"Hey!" Bradley, my older brother, waved as soon as he saw me and Bob enter the room. A few aviators were gathered around, listening to the comms between pilots still in the air. "You missed my run."

"Oh no, I'm so sad. How will I ever recover?"

Bradley just rolled his eyes at me as I sidled up next to him beside the radio. I could hear Jake's voice, strategizing with his wingman and tracking the instructor's positions. I tuned in, imagining I could see his plane as it flew across the sky.

"So you're in here listening carefully to the radio for Seresin but not your brother?"

"Shut up," I said, shoving him back much harder than necessary. I wasn't sure if he knew that he'd found some truth in terms of my feelings for Jake, but I never wanted him to know. "I heal injuries for a living, and I'm just as skilled at causing injuries."

"Don't you have some kind of oath to do no harm?"

"You're my exception."

I gave him a fake sweet smile as he narrowed his eyes at me. He opened his mouth, probably to make a bad attempt at a comeback, but he stopped short at the sounds of distress coming from the radio.

"Hangman, watch out!"

"Bird strike, bird strike!"

My heart stopped in my chest. The room went dead silent, everyone freezing and all conversation coming to a stop as we listened to the radio.

"Hangman to Tower, Hangman to Tower. I need to come in for an immediate emergency landing."

"Copy. Just stay calm, we've got the runway open for you."

"Alright. I'm coming around."

The silence stretched on, hanging over the room like a heavy blanket. I twisted my fingers, fidgeting, trying to dispel the nervous energy. He was going to be fine. He had to be.

I saw Bradley glancing at me out of the corner of my eye, but I ignored him. I kept my eyes and attention glued on the radio. I wasn't sure if I wanted the silence to end or not, but I didn't get a choice as the radio crackled to life again.

"Tower, it's no good, I'm losing speed and altitude too fast. I'm gonna have to eject."

I felt like I'd been hit by a train. Wordlessly, I reached out one hand, and Bradley quickly took it. He stood tall and strong beside me, his face clouded while my world spiraled out of control. This could not be happening.

"He's gonna be fine," Bradley muttered. I barely heard him. It sounded like we were underwater, and the room had started to spin.

Bradley and I had lost our dad this way, when the canopy to his fighter jet didn't detach the way it was supposed to. We'd both been pretty young, but I swear I remembered every awful moment of our mother coming to break the news, of Mav explaining just what had happened and how sorry he was with tears in his eyes. When Bradley had decided to follow our dad's path into becoming a pilot, my number one nightmare had been losing him the same way. Now I might be forced to live that reality with Jake instead.

The silence stretched on as Bradley and I stood, shoulder to shoulder, waiting with everyone else in the room. A moment later, I heard Mav's voice over the radio.

"Canopy looked good and I saw a chute."

Mav continued to call out his position for Jake's recovery team, but I barely heard it as relief crashed like a wave through my ears. I wouldn't be completely relieved until he walked through the door, but at least it sounded like he was going to be just fine.

"It's okay," Bradley muttered, pulling me into a quick hug and mumbling into my hair. "It's okay."

I nodded, still feeling a little shaky as I gave him a quick hug before pulling back.

"I need to get to my exam room. Even if he's perfectly healthy, he's gonna need a checkup to make sure nothing's wrong."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to force myself to calm down a little. I shook my head.

"That's alright. I'm okay."

Bradley didn't look totally convinced, but I managed to shake him anyway with a promise to call him if I needed him. I focused on taking deep breaths and trying to calm myself down for the walk back to my exam room. It sort of worked, although I literally paced the room waiting for Jake to be brought in. When I finally heard shuffling outside the door, I quickly crossed the room and flung it open.

"I told you, I'm fine!"

Jake stood in the hallway on his own two feet, wrestling with one of the men who'd brought him in. The guy didn't budge despite Jake's protest, but I decided to step in before things could escalate.

"Jake, get in the exam room."

His head snapped up to face me, but despite his momentary surprise, he didn't back down.

"I'm gonna tell you the same thing I told them, I'm fine. I don't need an exam-"

"You ejected from your plane. You might be walking, but that's no grantee you don't have an injury just waiting to show itself once the adrenaline fades. So come on. The less you fight it, the sooner you can leave and go do whatever it is you want to do so badly."

He fixed me with a look, but I just crossed my arms and stared right back. Finally, once he realized I wasn't going to back down, he sighed.

"Fine. But if I miss somebody shooting Maverick down, I'm gonna be pissed."

I resisted the urge to reply as Jake walked past me, and I followed him into the exam room. My brain still didn't completely believe he was sitting here, in front of me, apparently completely healthy. The adrenaline dump made my hands shake a little as I checked Jake's heartrate and went through a few more basic checks.

"Are you sure you don't feel any pain?" I asked while I worked. I'd already asked him twice before, but I wanted to keep checking in case his answer changed, especially as any potential shock wore off.

"For the third time, yes. Quit hovering already."

I stepped back, hands on my hips as I fixed Jake with a look. He seemed to be perfectly happy and relaxed in the wake of his dangerous adventure, but I was still wrestling with the thought that my worst nightmare almost came true, so I wasn't in the mood to be gentle.

"Jake, it is my job to check you out and make sure you're not injured with something that's going to come back to bite you the second you're out the door. So sit still, stop complaining, and let me do my job!"

"...Since when do you care so much?"

"Excuse me?"

"Not about your job, but... about me. You seem like you care a lot. I thought you hated me for all the shit I give your brother."

I sighed. "No. I mean, sure, sometimes it's annoying and sometimes it's a little over the line, but... no. I don't hate you, Jake."

He didn't really respond, which left me to finish my exam without resistance. Thankfully, he was perfectly healthy, not a scratch on him. Still, that didn't stop my hands from shaking as I lowered my stethoscope. I started to pull away, but Jake caught my hand and stopped me.

"Hey, you're shaking." I closed my eyes and let out a long breath. I'd done so well hiding it until now. "What's wrong?"

I opened my eyes to find Jake staring at me, his bright blue eyes full of unusual concern. I sighed.

"You know mine and Bradley's history, Jake. I lost my dad to the same thing that landed you here today. I've spent every single day since Bradley joined the navy terrified that I would lose him the same way, and then when I heard you on the radio, dropping out of the sky and being forced to eject..." I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and then looking back at Jake. "I've had feelings for you for a little while now, Seresin, but when I heard that call? I just about had a heart attack at the thought of losing you."

Jake huffed a little, disbelieving laugh, then tugged me closer to him. My heart stuttered in my chest as Jake grinned.

"I've had feelings for you for a while now, too," he said. A smile pulled its way onto my face, but a moment later, Jake's expression sobered. "Although I have to warn you, sweetheart, if we do something about those feelings... you're not gonna be any less relaxed going about your day since I'm going to be up in the air all the time."

I sighed and closed my eyes, leaning in to rest my head against Jake's forehead. He still held my hand tight, giving it a little reassuring squeeze.

"I know," I finally said. "But... I'm willing to take that risk. It's worth it to me. And it's not like I wouldn't be worried about you anyway."

Jake pulled away, the grin firmly back in place as he looked at me. "I'm glad I'm worth it to you."

Without another word, he leaned back in, this time for a kiss that I'd thought about more than once (and apparently so had he). We stayed that way for a long time, savoring the moment and each other as my hands wandered over Jake's shoulders, reassuring myself that this was real. He was okay, and now we were both better than okay.

When we finally pulled apart, Jake still had that ridiculous cocky grin on his face as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me tighter to his chest.

"Your brother is gonna hate this," he said gleefully. I just laughed and lightly smacked his chest. He was right, my brother was going to hate this, but Bradley would just have to deal with it. Now that I had Jake, I didn't plan to let him go any time soon.

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starlitangels · 5 months

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Thanksgiving with the Greers

I hereby dedicate this fic to @frenchiefitzhere and her versions of Marie and Colm and their relationship because I like Frenchie's version better than canon. This takes place years ago, btw 2.0k words

Also. I frickin' started writing this like back in spring or summer. Idk what was up with my brain that it took me until last Saturday to actually finish it

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Asher jolted as his phone started ringing. He scooped it up.

Incoming Call… Little Man Syndrome™

“Hey Milo,” Asher greeted, holding the phone up to his ear. “What’s up?”

“What’re ya doin’ for dinner tonight?” Milo asked.

“Leftover pizza and wings. Why?”

Over the connection, a long string of expletives met Asher’s ears. But not from Milo.

“Ma—Ma—don’t blow your top just yet,” Milo said placatingly, voice distant from the mic. Before getting closer. “Ash. You realize what today is right?”

“Uh… Thursday?”

“Which Thursday?” Milo prompted.

“Well, hell, Greer. I don’t know.”

He heard the impact of Milo smacking himself in the forehead. “Oh for the love of—” Milo was cut off by Marie swearing again. “Ma! I got this!”

“You’d better 'got this' young man or Asher is never gonna hear the end of it from me!” Marie snapped.

“Ash,” Milo said, level but clearly irritated. “Today is Thanksgiving.”

“Ohhh! Is that why David invited me to go to his dad’s house with him for dinner?”

“Presumably. Why didn’t you go?”

“I don’t know I just thought it was Thursday!”

“Only you could be so time-blind to forget a holiday like this,” Milo muttered. “Look—”

“Asher Reed Talbot, you get your ass to this house in one hour, ya hear?” Marie interrupted.

Milo sighed. “Ma, I was gonna do it the polite way. Like a gentleman. Like you taught me.”

Marie’s voice softened immediately. “I know, baby,” she said. Asher heard her kiss Milo’s hair. “But sometimes a boy needs a mother to kick him in the pants in the right direction.”

Milo chuckled. “Yes ma’am,” he said. “Anyway, Ash. I’d ask if you’d care to join us for Thanksgiving dinner but I think that ship has sailed.”

Asher laughed. “I think you’re right. I’ll be over in an hour,” he said. “What’s the dress code?”

“I don’t care if you show up in your underwear so long as you’re here,” Marie said, still sharp with exasperation. “No son of mine—of my friends’—is eatin’ leftover pizza and wings alone on Thanksgivin’ if I have anything to say about it!”

“And clearly you do,” Colm’s quieter voice added even more distant from Milo’s phone.

“Hush, you,” Marie said, a smile in her voice. “One hour, Asher!”

“Yes ma’am!” Asher agreed. “Do I need to bring anything?”

“Just yourself,” Colm supplied.

“Okay. Will do.”

“Bye,” Milo said.

“See ya soon.” He hung up and put the pizza box back in the fridge. Setting his phone down on the counter in the apartment, he rushed to his room.

Thanksgiving dinner had always been a business casual dinner at his house. Probably because Madelyn and her mate flew home for it every other year and his parents wanted to make an event of it. This was the first Thanksgiving they weren’t going to be home for, traveling somewhere in… Korea or somewhere.

And knowing Marie…

“Khakis and a polo should be fine,” Asher decided.

—

“HA!” Milo barked the second Asher slipped through the front door—not bothering to knock. The Shaw and Greer houses were second homes to him. He never knocked if the door was unlocked. Which it usually was. “Someone’s overdressed!”

Asher turned to see Milo in jeans and a T-shirt with a cartoon turkey on it.

Marie thwacked Milo upside the head gently with the back of the mixing spoon in her hand. “Well how ‘boutchu go dress to match him, huh?”

Milo rubbed the back of his head. “Wait—you serious?”

Marie fixed him with a look only a mother could give. “Very,” she said.

Milo sighed. “Fine. I will.” He cast a sidelong glance at Ash. “And I’ll look even better’n you in it.”

Asher snorted. “You can try.”

Milo stomped toward the hallway, flipping the bird over his shoulder.

“Milo Anthony Greer!” Marie warned.

Milo’s hand dropped immediately. “Sorry, Ma!” He scampered off for his room.

Asher sheepishly approached Marie. “Sorry I’m late,” he said. “I know you said an hour and it’s been an hour and fifteen—”

“And I knew you’d be late which is why I said an hour when dinner was an hour and a half away from bein’ finished.”

Asher chuckled. “Do you know everything?”

Marie smiled and cupped Asher’s cheek in one hand—the one not holding the mixing spoon. “Just my boys,” she said with a wink. “Now get those rolls in the oven for me then get the hell out of my kitchen.”

“Yes ma’am.” Asher ducked around her to assist immediately, knowing better than to hesitate.

Colm was in the living room. A replay of the big parade in New York was going on the TV, but Colm wasn’t watching it. He was reading from a sheaf of papers on the coffee table.

Asher cleared his throat. “Look, uh, Marie,” he started quietly, heat burning at his neck and ears. “I just. I wanted to thank you. For thinking of me tonight. And for… y’know. Inviting me.” He closed the oven door and took the mitt off. But didn’t straighten to his full height. His shoulders were slouched forward and his eyes were cast down to the hardwood floor.

Marie gave him a warm smile. “Asher,” she said fondly. “You are always welcome here, you got that? Now, I don’t care if it’s Thanksgiving or a random Monday in the middle of May. You are family. And there will always be a place for you at our table.”

Asher blinked away a sudden salty sting in his eyes. “Thanks Marie,” he said, trying to swallow the thickness of his voice from the emotion in his chest. “I appreciate that.”

Marie turned back to the gravy she’d been making. From scratch. Of course. Marie Greer would never dream of any other kind of gravy disgracing her kitchen. “I’m happy for your parents. Gettin’ the chance to travel like they always talked and dreamed about. And I respect their decision to do it while they’re still young enough to withstand how exhaustin’ it is.” Her mouth narrowed into a frown. “But that doesn’t mean I approve of all-a it.” Her warm grey eyes—the same as Milo’s—flicked over to him. “They didn’t need t’ leave you here alone.”

Asher shrugged. "They thought I was old enough to live without them."

"Livin' without your parents doesn't mean ya don't still need their influence or advice." Her voice had gone hard with disapproval.

"Hey, that's what I have you for!" Asher joked brightly.

Marie leveled a Look™ at him. "You're damn right," she said seriously.

Colm covered a scoff by clearing his throat in the other room. Marie turned her Look™ briefly toward her mate before going back to her gravy.

Asher slunk carefully out of the kitchen, managing to only knock a mixing spoon onto the ground—that he quickly put back—and not mess up anything else.

Milo was stalking back into the living room, sour look on his face, having changed into a polo shirt and khakis himself.

It was, of course, Asher's job in life to give Milo a hard time. They were brothers in all but blood. But Asher admitted—silently, to himself, never out loud—that Milo definitely pulled off a polo and khakis better than he did. Milo was one of those lucky suckers who looked good in everything. Asher was tall and leanly muscled, but being tall sometimes made things look too short on him.

Milo didn't have that problem.

"Hey. Hey Milo," Asher started.

"What?" Milo retorted.

"You've got somethin' on your face."

Milo raised a single, sarcastic eyebrow. Waiting.

"Yeah. Y'know, I think it's called sour grapes."

"Oh you—" Milo moved as though to take a swing at Asher. Who ducked with a laugh and dodged out of the way.

—

Marie looked through the archway between the living room and the kitchen, watching her boys goof off and chase each other around like they had since they were little. She smiled to herself as she took the gravy off the heat and turned off the stove. A quick check through the oven window revealed the rolls were coming along.

As they kept baking, she started moving everything she'd made from the cookware she'd finished them in, to a pretty crystal serving dish. Then took them, two at a time, to the dining room table.

The clearing of a throat announced that Colm had gotten up from looking at his case files to help her. She smiled at him. He kissed the side of her head and took the two dishes from her hands, letting her grab two more.

After taking the two dishes, Colm set the table. After letting his mate choose the most festive tablecloth.

She got the rolls out of the oven right as the timer went off and quickly got them out of the pan and into a little basket with a white cloth lining it.

"A'right boys!" Marie announced, whipping her apron off after wiping her hands on it one last time. "Wash your hands and sit your asses down at the table."

Milo and Asher both froze from where Milo had managed to yank Asher down to his eye level and get him in a headlock. Marie met both of their eyes in turn, a stern look on her face. Milo cleared his throat and let go of Asher's neck. Both of them straightened their shirts and bustled—still poking and prodding at one another—into the kitchen to wash their hands. "Yes, Ma," Milo said automatically.

They knew better than to protest.

Marie and Colm sat on one side of the table. The boys sat on the other.

Milo leaned over to Asher. "We do the stuff we're thankful for before we eat," he whispered. Asher nodded.

"I'll start," Colm said. "I'm grateful, this year, for patience. The patience that my family has shown me." He reached under the table and gave Marie's leg a squeeze. She did her best not to react as his hand slipped a little higher up her leg before sliding off back to Colm's side.

She cleared her throat. "I'm grateful for my family," she said. "I'm grateful for a mate who loves me and works hard for us. I'm grateful for a pack that welcomed us as family all those years ago and never once acted otherwise. I'm grateful for an amazing, strong, brave son who has every right to be as confident as he is. And I'm grateful for all his friends who have become his family. Because they're my family. And I'm grateful that Ash could join us tonight, so he could be with family on Thanksgivin'."

She pretended not to notice Asher wiping a tear off on his sleeve.

"A'ight. My turn," Milo said. "Welp. This year... I guess I'm grateful for... everythin' I've been able to do. I learned a lot of lessons this year, and all-a 'em were important and valuable." He turned to Asher.

Who cleared his throat. "I, uh... I'm grateful for a lot of stuff. I'm really grateful for the pack that I got to be raised in. I'm grateful that David somehow has the patience to be my roommate. I'm grateful that I haven't burnt the apartment building down yet. And... I'm grateful for the Greer family. For being willing to accept me into your home on a holiday that's stressful enough as it is. Whether I wanted to come over or not." He smiled around a chuckle. "Thank you, for always making me feel welcome and at home." He swallowed. "Now can we please eat? I'm hungry!"

Colm and Milo both started laughing along with Asher. Marie just met his eyes with a loving look on her face. Sure, Ash was Frank and his mate's kid. But Ash was Marie's kid too. He certainly was now that the Talbots were traveling, but she'd loved him like a son since he and Milo had been close friends.

He gave her a grateful smile. She returned it.

"Go ahead an' dish up before it gets cold, boys," she said.

"Thank you," Milo said, reaching for the mashed potatoes.

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General Shaw Pack and Characters Tag list: @zozo-01 @thegoldenlittlerose @pinksparkl @darlin-collins @icedunderwaterroom

#redacted asmr #fic #Redacted Asher #Redacted Milo #Redacted Marie #Redacted Colm #Redacted Audio #Starlit Fic

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drenosa · 19 days

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Previously

Somewhere out at sea an Express Cruiser the Valean Fishing Vessel "The Raging Sloth" lazily rides the waves

Ren: *Behind the wheel, a bicorn on his head, humming a sea shanty to himself* This is nice.

Jaune: *Watching over a set of heavy duty fishing poles* Thanks for reminding to take my motion-sickness meds, guys. I almost forgot them in the excitement.

Sun: *Sitting on a deck chair, brewski in hand* Hey, no problem my guy. We all got a little excited.

Neptune: *A face on a Wide-Scroll that's hanging from the cabin wall.* Yeah, weird how that happens.

Sage: *Standing with Jaune, minding the poles* Still, it's great to just be away from everything for a bit. Just us, the water, the fishing poles...

Scarlet: *On the upper level of the boat* A large boat approaching fast!

Sage: And large boats approaching fast... Wait what?

A larger vessel is making a beeline for the Raging Sloth. Before long it pulls up beside them.

Sun: We should... should we be worried?

Jaune: *Sharing a look with Ren, who slowly nods* Yes. Yes, we should probably be worried.

????: ~Ahoy, Boyos!~

Jaune: Not probably... Definitely.

Yang: *Standing on the deck of the larger vessel (The Dolphin Puncher) in swimming trunks and a most flattering bikini-top, a straw hat sits on top of her wild blonde locks* You guys thought you could just go out to sea and NOT invite me?! A Patch-girl born and raised? I was fishing long before I started punching! And I started doing that before I could properly walk.

Jaune: *Trying to find a way out, looking at the rest of the guys* Well... it might...

Ren: *Placed his bicorn on top of Jaune's head, has fled deep into the boat's cabin*

Sun: *Finding the fishing poles very interesting*

Scarlet: *Minding his business up top*

Sage: *Joined Scarlet*

Neptune: *Disconnected Scroll call*

Jaune: Traitors. It might have slipped our minds our little. Say... who's also there with you?

Nora: *Sickeningly sweet tone, in a cute pink one-piece with frills* ~Oh, Renny.~ That tub of yours better have a captain's cabin.

Ren: *Muffled noises of a barricade being erected*

Nora: *Heading into the cabin* Oh ho ho, I do like a challenge.

Jaune: Right... And the rest is there too, right? Weiss paying?

Weiss: *In a white and blue bikini, sarong and a very wide-brimmed hat to keep the sun from her perfectly pale skin* Against my better judgement, yes. Just be thankful I've got access to my own private, and very sizable, funds.

Blake: *Already on The Raging Sloth, wearing a form-fitting diving suit with the front zipped down, she's watching the fishing poles with Sun* These waters are renowned for their tuna. I was never not going to join because of that.

Ruby: *In swimming trunks, Menagerie-patterned shirt and a Patch Strikers Cap* Our dad's got the local record for most fish and biggest fish caught back home. Imma gonna get those international prices, buddy!

Jaune: Well, it's lovely of you to be here, I guess. Uhm. Where's Pyrrha?

Yang: Oh yeah... she's hyping herself up.

Jaune: What's that supposed... to... *Sees the last person appearing next to Yang*

Pyrrha: *In a red and green patterned bikini that accentuates each and every curve of her perfectly toned body, her brilliant long red hair freely cascading down her back, has a shy but radiant smile as she greets Jaune* Hello, again.

Jaune: *Blinks once, twice* Oh... Hello to you too.

Yang: Alright, dumb stuff out of the way. Let's get to business!

Various noises of various levels of excitement rang out that day.

No-one was allowed, nor had the intention of entering the captain's quarters. The noises scared everyone, but Ren was congratulated afterwards by all the guys on board.

Sun caught the biggest tuna, it was lost to the greedy, hungry belly of one Blake Belladonna who "Regrets nothing!".

Ruby caught the biggest tuna that the rest managed to keep Blake away from.

Weiss did not catch a sunburn, surprising everyone including herself.

Jaune did not get motion-sick, also surprising everyone.

Pyrrha finally got her hands on her knight. The knight is still somewhat confused but happier than ever.

#rwby #rwby shitpost #lie ren #jaune arc #team sssn #team rwby #team jnpr #yang xiao long #nora valkyrie #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #ruby rose #pyrrha nikos #arkos #renora

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mxcnliight · 1 year

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dance for me (pjm)

you were the best dancer in your dance team but, that all went away when your new dance teacher Park Jimin shows up

Paring: Dance Teacher!Jimin x Fem!Reader

Theme: One shot; SMUT, PWP, fluff

Word Count: 4.3K

Warings: sexual tension; dirty talk; swearing; oral sex (f + m receiving); p in v penetration; unprotected sex + crempie (use a CONDOM)

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It’s a typical Saturday afternoon. You’re sitting at your dining table sipping some tea, waiting for your brother to finish getting ready. Today you have your regular dance lessons. You’ve been practicing for the dance competition you’ll be participating in for about 2 weeks. Sure, it’s been pretty stressful, but you’re used to it at this point. The thing causing you the most stress, though, is having joined the dance group taught by your new dance teacher, Park Jimin. Once he joined your dance studio, all you could do was be in awe of his beauty. He’s so handsome yet pretty at the same time. The girls would always fawn over him during dance practice and mess up because of it. Some girls had to stay after to get more lessons with him because Jimin is very particular about his dances. Although, you know some of those girls were only doing it to get some extra time with him. Wherever you go into the locker room, you hear all sorts of rumors and fantasies of those girls and it makes your heart flutter. You ended up doing the only rational thing which was to block out all imaginations of him and try to focus on your dance lessons. You’re not the type of dancer that makes regular mistakes considering you have been dancing for about 3 years now, so having Jimin as your teacher for this group makes you a bit more nervous than usual. You sip your tea and you hear your brother come down the stairs. He’s wearing a black leather jacket with a white tee underneath and some skinny jeans. You roll your eyes, must be he’s going out with another girl again. “Hey, you ready?” he asks, frantically putting on his shoes. You nod and grab your tote bag from the bench next to you, slinging it over your shoulder. You both make your way outside to his black pickup truck. You get in and put your bag over your lap. Once Yeonjun starts the car, he looks over at you. “I’m going out for a while, so text me when you’re done. Mom and dad should be home soon.” You hum in response and you guys take off.

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Once you arrive at the dance studio, he parks his truck and you get out. You shut the car door and make your way around towards his window. He then rolls it down. “Be safe, okay? And have a good time.” “Yup, see you later.” You respond. He rolls his window back up and drives away. You sigh as you go inside, the smell of cheap perfume and sweat meeting your nose. You make your way to the desk near the office. “Good afternoon, Y/N! You prepared for practice today?” the front lady asks. You nod, “you bet I am, I’ve got everything.” “That’s great!” You grab the pen in front of you and sign your name on the sheet. You then thank her and make your way to the locker room. You already hear a bunch of girls in your class talking amongst themselves. You make your way over to your locker and put in the code for the lock. It unlocks and you open it, beginning to take off your jacket. “Y/N, you didn’t tell me your brother was taking you to practice today.” You look over to see two of the girls in your class. “Yeah, he’s such a hottie! Why didn’t you tell us about him?” You roll your eyes at their comments. “Well, I don’t know. It’s pretty weird for people to be fawning over my brother.” You say, hanging your jacket up in your locker. “Oh, come on Y/N! He’s the most popular guy in school. You probably hear more comments than just ours.” You hear them snicker as you roll your eyes again. “Hey, how about you give us his number, huh?” They giggle as you clench your fists. “Alright, that’s enough. Stop bothering Y/N.” You look back and see your friend walk in. The girls then walk away while still giggling. “Thanks for that,” you say, shutting your locker. “You gotta start standing up for yourself, you know I’m not going to be here for much longer.” You smile softly. She has always been there for you, and this is her last year of dance lessons. “You go ahead, I’ll be there in a sec.” You nod and walk out of the locker room. You then make your way to the room where you will be practicing today. You walk towards the center of the room where everybody else is. You begin to do your daily warmups before class begins. A few minutes later, your friend arrives as you both smile at each other. She sits down next to you and starts stretching. “I heard that Mr. Lee isn’t going to be participating in the judging this year.” “Really?” You ask. “Yup. I heard that his daughter is having a baby so he’s going to be there for her during her delivery.” “Huh,” you respond. You didn’t know his daughter was pregnant. Just then, your dance teacher, Seulgi, comes in as both you and your friend get up. She makes it to the center of the room and smiles at everyone. “Good afternoon, everybody! I hope you are all doing well today. We’re going to switch up our daily practice just a little bit today.” You wonder what they’re changing in today’s schedule. “As you know, we usually start off with our main group. But because Jimin has some business to attend to soon, we will start off with group four this morning.” Your eyes widen as your breath hitches. We’re going this early? Usually Jimin is at the end of the day. Panic fills your body and you feel someone touch your shoulder. You look back at your friend and she gives you a comforting smile. “It’s going to be alright.” “I’ll let Jimin start, so everybody else please wait in the other studio where group three will start. As for the rest of you, you may hang out in the waiting room for your turn.” You then head towards the door as Jimin comes in. You gulp, his silver locks are curled a bit and he’s wearing a gray hoodie with some black sweatpants. He and Seulgi exchange glances as Seulgi leaves. You then look back at your friend as she gives you a slight smile and leaves. Now you’re alone with five other girls in your class, waiting for Jimin’s orders. He sets down his bag and pushes the bangs out of his face. He then turns to face us. “Has everybody warmed up already?” he asks. His voice is so soft. You all nod as he sighs, “that’s good. Let’s start then, shall we?” You nod again as you see him go over to the stereo. He then plays some music and comes back to the center of the room. You make eye contact with him in the mirror and gulp. “From the top, one,” you begin to do the moves you have practiced for weeks. It’s like muscle memory for you now. “Two, three, four,” he says as you begin to do the next moves. While doing them, you look at Jimin in the mirror. He looks so flawless. His movement’s have always been so sharp yet so smooth, something you’ve envied for years. He can make everything look easy no matter how hard the move is. “Six, seven, eight,” the next move is a bit hard, but you know how to execute it. You begin to do said move as you see Jimin make eye contact with you again, and that’s when it hits you. You stop as your heart beats super fast. You forgot the move? Confused, you look down at your hands, trying to remember the move as your body follows through the dance again. You get to the part you were stuck on, and your body stops itself immediately like it’s telling you not to do it. You’re so confused, how could you forget the move when you have practiced this dance for weeks?! You begin to panic a bit. “Y/N.” You freeze. You look up and see Jimin staring at you with his arms crossed. He looks annoyed. “I want to see you do it solo.” You look at your classmates as they step back from you. You gulp as you look back at him. “One, two…” the start of the dance comes naturally as you do the moves correctly. “six, seven, eight,” you try to remember the next moves. You start to, but then you stop. You can’t remember… you then make eye contact with Jimin as he clenches his jaw. “We will continue this later, Y/N. Let’s move onto the next move.” You see that Jimin is disappointed in you as you are with yourself. Reality hits you as you know you will be staying after class with him.

A couple hours later, you’re done with practice for the day. You make it out of the dance studio and walk towards the locker room. You see Jimin waiting by the door as your breath hitches. “Come with me, Y/N.'' He walks into an empty dance studio with you and he shuts the door behind him. You then walk to the center with him and you look at the floor, anticipating what he will say. “Are you okay, Y/N? You usually don’t make mistakes like this.” “I- I know, I’m sorry Jimin. I don’t know what came over me during practice today.” He sighs as he takes your chin in his hand, making you look up at him. “You're one of the best dancers in this class. I expect big things from you, Y/N.'' You gulp and nod. He then lets go of your chin and looks in the mirror. “Let’s go over it again.” You nod and look at yourself in the mirror. Jimin comes behind you as you take a breath in and out. “One, two…” you start the dance again and see Jimin is looking at you intensely trying to see your mistake. “Six, seven, eight,” you sigh as you do the next move but then stop at the same place you did earlier. You then look back at Jimin. “Why’d you stop?” he asks. “I think I forgot the move.” Right when you say this, he stares dead into your soul, looking like he wants to kill you. “Y/N, we have been practicing this dance for quite a while now and you just forgot the move?” You nod as he sighs and comes towards you. “Any other time you would do it perfectly, what’s up this time?” “That’s the thing, I have no idea. I don't know why I’m like this today.” He sighs again and looks you up and down. “This is the very last time I’m going to teach you this dance, so pay close attention.” You nod and look into the mirror. He then comes up behind you, one hand meeting your waist and the other going to your arm. Your breath hitches as you feel weird having him behind you like this. “Now from the top, 1…” he whispers behind you, sending shivers down your spine. You do the dance with him behind you as he helps you get some details you couldn’t before. “Now ready, 6…” he looks into the mirror as he moves your body to do the move. You whimper a bit at how close his body is to yours. Just then you hear him scoff, “I think I found the problem.” “Really?” You ask, looking back at him innocently. He then licks his lips, “Y/N, do you like me?” Your eyes widen and your heart starts beating faster. There’s no way this is happening. “W-what?” you stutter out. He smirks, “oh come on now, I see how nervous you get when I walk into the room. There’s no way you don’t like me.” You look down at the floor, ashamed. “It’s okay… I think I know how to help you get less nervous around me.” “How?” you ask, looking back up at him. To your surprise, he kisses you. Your eyes widen, there’s no way Jimin is kissing you right here right now. He then flips you around and pulls you in by the waist as your hands meet his chest. He passionately kisses you and your eyes close a bit. He breaks the kiss and pulls back. Your senses start to come back to you, and you see a smirk form on Jimin’s face, “Oh my god, that type of help?” you ask as he kisses you again, this time wrapping your arms around his neck. He slips his tongue deep into your mouth as you gasp a bit. He pulls back and you try to catch your breath. “But we can't.” “Yes we can,” he replies in a lustful tone. “No, we really can't.” He kisses you again and this time you pull back, “Are you sure?” “Don’t you want it, Y/N?” he asks, moving a piece of hair out of your face. “Of course I want it, but-“ he cuts you off with a kiss, moaning into it. “Right here, right now,” he says as he kisses you again and pulls your body into him more. You then whimper. “Don’t you feel that energy between us, baby?” he asks, smirking as you nod. “Turn around, look in the mirror.” You turn around and see you and him. He then kisses the back of your neck as you whimper. “Look at us, you like my kisses on your neck?” He asks as you nod, biting your lip against a moan. “Oh, sweetheart,” he says as his hands roam around your body. He continues to kiss down your neck. “I’ve dreamt about this,” you confess. You can feel him smirk behind you. “Can you feel my hard cock against your ass?” he asks. You nod and he chuckles a bit and kisses your cheek. “Use your hips and move for me.” You begin to slowly swirl your hips as your hand collapses over your mouth against letting a moan out. “Look at me baby.” Your eyes meet him in the mirror as you moan out. “Fuck, Jimin,” you say and your head falls back onto his chest. He chuckles and turns your head to kiss you again. “We look so good together.” He moans out. “Tease me, tease me while I run my hand up your body. Look at me in the mirror,” he demands as your eyes meet his in the mirror. You can see that his eyes are filled with pure lust. His hands meet your clothed breasts as he massages them in his hands and you moan out. “You're making it harder for me every second, baby.” You whimper at his words. “You like when I pinch your nipples like that? Tilt your head back.” You do as he says and he kisses you while tweaking your hard nipples. “Does it feel good?” He asks. “Mhm, feels so good Jimin.” You moan out and he smirks. “Turn around for me, I want your nipples in my mouth.” You whimper at his words again and turn around. You then remember you put your leotard on this morning, but Jimin knows just what to do. He unbuttons it around your shoulders and the leotard falls down to your waist. He then looks at your chest and smirks. “Cute bra,” he says as his hands meet the soft material. You whimper at him teasing you a bit. He then kisses your shoulder as his hands wrap around to meet the back of your bra. He unclips it and it slides down your arms. Finally being bare chested, Jimin goes down to kiss your nipple. You whimper as your hand meets his hair, tugging on it a bit. “You like that?” he asks as he continues to lick and suck on your nipples. You nod and whimper at the same time. His hands then go down to meet your ass. He squeezes it and you moan out. “You like it when I suck your tits and squeeze your ass like that?” You nod and he smirks. “Touch my cock, baby,” he says as your eyes widen. “Come on baby, put your hand down there and feel it.” You whimper as your hand dives beneath the waistband of his black sweatpants and his briefs. Your hand meets his hard cock and he moans out. “Do you like the way that feels?” he asks softly, smiling before he brings you into a kiss. Your hand wraps around his cock as you slowly jerk it in his pants. “Lay down on the floor for me,” he says after he breaks the kiss. Your hand leaves his cock as you slowly lay down on the floor. The cold tiles meet your back as Jimin hovers over you. “Here, let me help you,” he says as he tugs on your sweatpants. You move your hips to help him. He then throws them away and uses his hands to spread your legs. He then moves down to unbutton the bottom of your leotard. He then pulls it off. The only thing left is your white lace panties. “So cute,” he murmurs as he pulls them to the side to reveal your wet pussy. You whimper as he comes down to blow at your clit. You grab a fistfull of his hair and he smirks. “Let me slide my fingers up and down in there,” he says as his fingers slip through your pussy lips and you gasp. “Look at that, it’s so pretty and wet. Oh my god baby.” He moans as you whimper and buck your hips a bit to his finger movements. “You like that? I need to taste you,” he says as he removes his fingers and dives right into your pussy. You moan at the sensation of his plump lips around your clit. He sucks and licks at it. “You taste so good, do you like my mouth wrapped around your pussy?” he asks, and you nod. He dives back in, licking at your clit and kissing it. You could almost cum at the feeling. You never knew Jimin is this good at giving head. “Can you see your wetness all over my mouth?” he asks as you see a glistening wetness all over his plump lips. You nod and he goes back in. “Let me slip a finger inside as well.” His finger then goes into your tight hole as you moan out, arching your back. You feel so close. “Feel my finger inside your pussy and my lips on your clit,” he says as he kisses it again while pumping his finger in and out of your pussy. “Come here baby,” he says as he takes his mouth and finger out of your pussy. You whimper at him stopping. “Take my cock out,” he says as he stands up. You look up at him and sit on your knees to pull his sweatpants and briefs down. His cock springs out immediately and you gasp. He smirks and holds your hair in his hand. “Put your mouth around it.” You look back up at him before wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock. He moans as you begin to move your mouth up and down on it. “Fuck baby, your lips… look at me.” You look back up at him and continue to suck his cock. “Lick it just like that.'' He moans as your tongue swirls around the tip of his cock. You take the rest of his length in your hand, jerking it off. “Get those balls,” he says as you move your mouth down to his balls, sucking them while jerking off his cock. He moans out and begins to fuck your hand. “You suck my cock so fucking good. Come here,” he says as you come up. He brings you into a kiss. “Get on the floor and bend over for me” You turn around, get on all fours, and arch your back down so that your chest meets the cold floor with your ass up in the air. “Look in the mirror, look at me,” he demands. Your eyes meet him in the mirror and he smirks. “Can you see my body, can you see my cock?” he asks and you nod. He smirks again as he comes up behind you. “Do you want it? Can you feel it on your ass? Do you want it inside you? Tell me.” He smirks as you whimper. “I want you inside of me.” He moans a bit. “Say it again.” “I want you inside of me, Jimin,” you say, making eye contact with him in the mirror. He moans out and puts the tip inside of you. Your eyes widen at the stretch. “Oh fuck baby, your pussy’s taking it nice and slow,” he says as he pushes more in. “Push back,” he commands as you push back onto his cock and moan out. He begins to thrust into you and you whimper. “Such a sexy fucking rhythm,” he says as he begins to speed up a bit, grabbing your hips. “Fuck, it’s so good.” He whimpers, throwing his head back. “Oh my god baby, look at me, look in the mirror, look at me fucking you,” he says as your eyes meet his. He’s now pounding into you. You moan out before whimpering. “Come on,” he says in a low tone as you look down and whimper some more. He stops and you both moan out. “It’s my pussy, it’s mine to play with, mine to fuck,” he says, basically claiming you before pounding into you again. “Oh baby fuck me back, take that dick, take that fucking dick,” he says. You try to, but he’s going at such an intense pace that you can’t keep up with. “Do you want me to fucking pound it?” He asks before pounding so hard into you that it almost knocks the breath out of you. “Oh my god Jimin, fuck!” you yell out. You know you’re super close. “Fuck, harder. So hard, play with your clit and cum all over my cock,” he commands. Your fingers meet your clit, rubbing to his rhythm, stimulating you more. “Fucking cum all over it,” he huffs out. His words do something for you and you release. Your eyes roll back into your head as you collapse on the floor. “Oh shit I can feel it. Look, look at you. You look so good while you cum on it.” You can tell he’s close because his hips are getting sloppier with every thrust. “All mine, all fucking mine,” he says as he stops and lets out a low chuckle. “Come here,” he says. You turn your body and he kisses you. “You want to take my cum?” he asks. You nod, your eyes half closed from your orgasm. He then moves so that his back meets the mirror and he motions you to come over. You go to him and he looks into your eyes, “I want you to sit on that cock, I want you to fuck me until I cum. Can you do that for me?” You nod as you straddle him, lifting your hips, lining yourself up with his cock. You then sink down on it as you both moan out. You begin to bounce on it and continue to moan. “Put your hands on the mirror,” he says. Your hands meet the cold surface of the mirror as his hands hold onto your waist. “Oh my god, you’re gonna make me cum baby!” He moans. “Harder, harder!” he pleads as you begin to increase your movements while he starts to fuck into you. You moan out. “Take that cock, take that cum,” he says as he moans out. You then feel his hot cum shoot into you.

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You both try to catch your breaths from the intense fucking you just did. You sigh as Jimin pulls you in for a sloppy kiss. “You did so well for me baby,” he murmurs as you quietly whimper. He kisses your jaw a bit before slipping out of you. He then gets up from his spot to go grab something from his bag. He comes back with a towel. He then spreads your legs, wiping the cum off of your pussy. “Good thing I always bring a towel,” he says as you chuckle. He brings you in for another kiss. “I hope you’ll remember the moves for Monday, Y/N.” “Oh, I’m sure I will Jimin,” you say as you both chuckle. Just then, your senses come back to you. “Oh shit, my brother!” you say as you frantically grab your clothes. Jimin snickers at your actions. “Let me help.'' Once you both have your clothes on, you make your way to the locker room, opening your locker and grabbing your jacket. You lock up your locker and look down at your phone. Three missed calls from Yeonjun and nine text messages. Fuck. You run out of the locker room and make your way to the waiting room where Jimin and the front desk lady are. “I already signed you out, you're all good to go,” the lady says. You nod at Jimin and leave the building. You then see Yeonjun waiting in his pickup truck with his head in his hand, looking at his phone. You go over and get into the truck before shutting the door. “Where the fuck were you?” he asks. “Sorry, practice ran late today.” He nods and starts the car. You then open your bag and grab your water bottle, taking a sip. “By the way, why the hell are you so sweaty?” he asks, looking back over at you. “It was really intense.”

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megamett44-lover · 10 months

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Hey! Could you do chris sturniolo meeting your family??

I love this, of course!!

Chris Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: In which the reader brings Chris to her hometown for Christmas

Warnings/Notes: She/her pronouns

Requested? Yes!

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Chris fiddled with my fingers as I drove, the busy interstate stealing my attention away from him. He softly hummed along to some Dominic Fike song playing on my phone, twisting the rings on my fingers. I had turned off my GPS awhile back, knowing I wasn’t far from home.

We had decided last Summer to meet each others families over the holidays. It wasn’t that hard for me, seeing as I already knew Matt and Nick, but Chris, on the other hand, had not met a single member of my family. So I went with him to Boston back in November for Thanksgiving, and now here we were, going back to my hometown for Christmas.

“What if they don’t like me?” Chris asks, still twisting my rings.

I laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous, they’ll love you.”

“But what if they don’t?” He asks, turning to look at me.

“Stop stressing, they’ve been begging to meet you for forever.” I say. “Plus, you forget my sister is like, your number one fangirl.”

My little sister has been watching Chris, Nick, and Matt for awhile before I had met Chris. You can imagine her surprise when I left home for UCLA and returned home dating one of her favorite YouTubers.

“Yeah, but-” Chris starts before I cut him off.

“No more buts,” I say. “They’ll love you, end of discussion.”

Chris sighs, slumping down in his seat. I’ve never seen him so stressed before. It warmed my heart knowing he wanted to make a good first impression on my family.

After another half hour of driving, we finally pulled into my drive way. I grabbed Chris’ hand, placing a small kiss on the back of it.

“Don’t be afraid,” I say. “My dad can smell fear.”

Chris shakes his head in disbelief. “What, what?”

“Just kidding.” I laugh, stepping out of the car. I open the trunk to grab my bags and Christmas presents.

Chris joins me, grabbing his own bags. I place my hand on his shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “Seriously, though, don’t worry.” I say. “Just be yourself. They see how happy you make me, and I can promise they already love you for that.” I step up on my tip toes and place a small kiss to his cheek.

I slam the trunk down. “Alright, let’s hurry up.” I say. “Moms probably already done with dinner and I want first dibs on the stuffing!”

Chris and I walk up my concrete walkway and up my porch. The bright handmade wreath on the door jingled slightly as the door flew open, revealing my parents.

“Y/n!” My mom said, enveloping me into a warm hug. “Oh honey, we’ve missed you so much!”

My dad stands in the doorway, watching the joyful reunion. “Welcome home, kid.” He says, hugging me once my mom released me.

I stepped back, grabbing Chris’ hand. “Mom, dad, this is Chris.” I say, looking towards him.

“Sir, ma’am, nice to meet you.” Chris says, extending a hand out to them.

“Please, call us Y/m/n and Y/d/n.” My mom says, taking his hand. “We’ve heard so much about you.”

“Nice to meet you, son.” My dad says, shaking his hand.

“Well come on in, you two! It’s freezing out here!” My mom says, ushering is inside.

Chris and I step inside, hand-in-hand, as we’re wrapped in the warmth of the fireplace burning by our Christmas tree.

“Dinner is almost ready,” My mom announces. “Chris, honey, make yourself at home.”

Chris smiles in return and looks back to me. “So far, so good…I think.” He says.

“Told you, nothing to worry about.” I respond.

Chris looks behind me, looking at a table in our living room littered with old pictures.

“Oh my God!” He exclaims, picking up a photo from my first day of 6th grade.

I remember that day. My frizzy y/h/c hair was a bit wild, the baby fat still evident on my face, paired with my neon green braces, it didn’t make for a very flattering photo.

“Ew, put that down!” I say.

Chris laughs. “Why? You looked cute!”

“Gross, please stop.” I groan as Chris continues to laugh.

I roll my eyes slightly, in doing so, I see another pair of eyes staring at us from the top of the stairs; my little sister.

“Hi, sissy.” I say, walking over to the bottom of the stairs. Chris turns around hearing my voice, spitting my sister as well. “You wanna come down?”

She nods slowly, before making her way downstairs. She hugs my waist tightly.

“I missed you.” She says.

“I missed you more, kid.” I say, stroking her hair. “Hey, I have someone I want you to meet.” I walk her over to Chris and he bends down to get on her eye level.

“Hi, I’m Chris.” He says, offering her his hand.

She takes it, her hand looking tiny in his. “I know. I watch all your videos.” She responds.

“Oh really?” Chris asks.

“Yep!” She says, popping the ‘p’.

“Well who’s your favorite?” Chris asks her, brow raised slightly.

“Nick.” She responds. “He’s really funny. You are too, though. So is Matt.”

Chris laughs. “Yeah, he is…maybe one day I can introduce you two?”

My sisters eyes light up. “Really?!” She asks in disbelief.

“For sure.” Chris responds.

My sister turns to me. “He’s my favorite boyfriend you’ve ever had!” She exclaims.

I laugh. “Yeah, mine too.”

“Better be.” Chris laughs, sliding an arm around my waist.

“Hey guys, dinner is ready. But I wanted to do something first.” My mom says, walking into the living room with my father, who’s carrying a small wrapped box.

“We know Christmas is tomorrow, but we wanted to give you this now.” My dad says, extending the box to Chris.

Chris looks at it confusedly. “For me?” He asks. My parents nod.

“Well go on, open it.” I urge.

Chris peels back the wrapping paper carefully, revealing a white box. He opens it, and inside is a read stocking with the letter ‘C’ embroidered on it.

I nudged him to show him my families stockings hanging above the fireplace, each with our initials on it.

“We’ve seen how happy you make our daughter, so we wanted to properly welcome you into the family.” My dad says.

“Oh…” Chris says, clearly taken aback by the gesture. “Thank you guys, this means a lot to me.”

“Of course, honey.” My mom says. “We’re glad you could be here.”

I help Chris hang his stocking next to mine above the fireplace.

“That looks nice.” I say.

“It does.” Chris hums in response.

“Alright kids, let’s dig in while the foods still hot!” My mom says, directing everyone to the kitchen.

“Hey,” Chris says to me, grabbing my waist as my family exits the room. “look up.”

I look up to see him holding a fake mistletoe above my head.

“Where’d you get that?” I ask.

“Doesn’t matter, but you know the rules.” He says, looking down at me.

I step up on my tip toes, giving him a small peck. “Happy?” I ask.

“Very happy.” He says with an adorable grin as we head into the kitchen to eat.

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justabigassnerd · 1 year

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Finally Free

Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x daughter!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Word count - 4,085

Warnings - Jake reminisces on his shitty childhood, allusions to abuse, Jake briefly mentions death, angst and fluff

Summary - Jake surprises you with tickets to see one of your favourite singers in concert and finds a few of the songs more relatable than he anticipated

A/N - hey y'all it's ya girl coming at you with yet another part of the Hangman junior universe! this is a part I came up with and got way too in my own head and excited about so I just ran with it (sorry not sorry). most of the songs I mention in this fic can be found on this post here so please check them out if you have the chance! anyway, as per y'all please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

You had been a fan of Joshua Bassett since you first discovered him in the High School Musical series on Disney Plus. Jake had gotten used to hearing the occasional song of his on your playlist as you got ready for your day. So, when Jake found out that Joshua Bassett was going on a tour and would be making a stop in San Diego, he got online as soon as he could and bought tickets to the concert. He was only able to get two tickets to the concert, but Bradley reassured Jake that he’d find something to do with his day and it would do the two of you good to have a father-daughter day out.

When Jake told you he managed to bag tickets to the concert, he was fully convinced he had never been trapped in a tighter hug than he had at that moment. You thanked him over and over again excitedly as Jake hugged you tight. You were so grateful for your dad taking time out of his day to buy you tickets to see your favourite singer live.

When the day of the concert came around, you were bouncing off the walls. You had played Joshua Bassett’s music as you got ready for the day. Jake made breakfast downstairs as you got ready, and he couldn’t help but grin as he heard you singing along.

“Sounds like I’m not missing out on this concert. I’m getting my own private performance.” Bradley says with a smile as he presses a kiss to Jake’s cheek before squeezing past to make himself and Jake a coffee. Jake chuckles as Bradley pours out the coffee and Jake begins plating up breakfast just as you come downstairs.

“Excited by any chance, kiddo?” Jake teases as you enter the kitchen, immediately grinning awkwardly at his words.

“Maybe a little.” You say sheepishly, taking the plate Jake holds out towards you and thanking him with a smile before heading to the kitchen table to sit down and eat your breakfast as the two men sit down and join you.

“I’m thinking we go to town for lunch and then head to the venue. I know that people like to line up and wait before the show starts. You probably want a good spot, especially because you’re standing.” Jake says to you after a mouthful of food, making you look up at him in shock.

“Dad, you really don’t have to stand in line for hours just because you’re taking me to see one of my favourite singers.” You start, not wanting to make your dad do anything for your sake.

“y/n, I don’t mind. This concert is a big thing for you, so I want you to have the best possible time and if that means I have to stand in line for a few hours, so you have a good view then so be it. I can always go for a little walk or something if I need to.” Jake says with a smile, wanting you to know that you’re not forcing him to do anything.

“If you’re sure.” You mumble, picking up your glass of water and taking a sip.

“Oh, I’m sure kid.” Jake says, reaching out to ruffle your hair despite your protests. When you all finish breakfast, you gather up all the plates and put them in the dishwasher before heading into the living room to chill out before you leave the house. You chat with Bradley and your dad in the living room until it nears lunch time and Jake checks his watch, causing him to stand up.

“Come on y/n/n, let’s go.” Jake says, making both you and Bradley stand.

“Are you going to be okay, Bradley?” You ask, a small guilt creeping in at leaving Bradley alone for half the day.

“I’ll be fine, kid. Mav said he needed some help with some repairs and then after me and the other Daggers are heading to the Hard Deck.” Bradley says, bringing you into a quick hug before releasing you and letting you grab your bag and go with Jake. You climb into the passenger seat of your dad’s truck as he gets behind the wheel.

“Where do you want to go for lunch? Your pick.” Jake says as he starts up the engine and pulls out of the drive. You told your dad where you wanted to go for lunch as he nods with a smile, glancing at you briefly before returning his attention to the road. Jake drives until he finds a car park close to the venue and parks, turning off the engine before both of you climb out of the truck.

“Let’s get something to eat, kiddo.” Jake says with a grin, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as both of you begin the walk to the place you wanted to get food. When you arrive, you find somewhere to sit and look over the menus. Jake lets you order whatever you want, insisting you’ll need the energy for the concert. When you finish your food and drinks, Jake pays for the meal and then the two of you leave the restaurant and make your way to the venue. You find the end of the line and join it, being soon approached by someone with a sharpie who writes your number in line on the back of your and Jake’s hands. As they move away, you glance down at your hand, seeing a bold ‘89’ staring back at you while your dad had ‘88’ on the back of his hand.

“We made it in the top one hundred, I consider that a win in my book.” You say with a grin, looking up from your hand to where your dad was standing alongside you.

“It is impressive, isn’t it?” Jake chuckles as you nod. You find yourself talking to other people in the line while Jake texts Bradley and Coyote. As you wait in line, both you and Jake get given little hearts to hold up during one of the songs and you gush about the creativity as you admire the little heart in your hand.

The hours you are lined up outside fly by and before you know it, you were waiting the last few minutes for the doors to open. Jake pulls up the tickets on his phone while you prepare yourself to be inside.

“Okay, some quick stuff before we go in. I’ll hang back and you can go in the standing area, I’ll stand somewhere where you’d be able to find me easily. And if you’re in the standing area and people start to push and you feel unsafe, you get out of there immediately. I know you want to see this guy, but your safety is more important, okay? You get out and you find me.” Jake says, looking down at you, gauging your reaction.

“I will, dad.” You say, looking up at him before the line begins to move and the two of you are ushered into the venue where your tickets are scanned, and your bag is checked. As soon as you both make it through the security, you head into the venue, immediately locating the merchandise stand and treating yourself to a t-shirt and a hoodie that are put into your bag before you turn to your dad.

“Go on y/n/n, find yourself a spot. I’ll see you after the concert.” Jake says with a soft smile, giving you a hug and pressing a kiss to the top of your head before releasing you and letting you head into the standing area. Jake headed to the railing just in front of the bar and before the main standing area. He could see you excitedly taking in the stage and lights as he watched with a smile. Jake never got to go to concerts when he was younger, his parents thought they were a waste of time and money and even when he started to sneak around a lot more during his high school days, he never got to go to a concert and then almost the second he graduated, he became a father, so he never got the chance to attend a concert. In fact, this concert would be the first concert he ever attended in his life.

“Your kid drag you here too?” Jake is shaken out of his thoughts by a middle-aged man joining him at the railing, leaning against it.

“I wouldn’t say she dragged me. I got her the tickets as a surprise.” Jake says, glancing over at the man.

“Ah. My daughter was begging me for ages for these tickets. She’s been helping her mother and me a lot with the new baby, so I figured she earnt this.” The man says with a slight shrug before introducing himself as Mark and Jake introduces himself in return.

“y/n mentioned the concert once and I figured with everything that’s been going on recently, she earnt a fun night out.” Jake replies, thinking of everything that’s happened in recent months.

“What kind of stuff happened?” Mark asks, looking at Jake curiously.

“Just deployment stuff, the Navy’s been keeping me busy recently and I felt bad.” Jake was lying through his teeth. He hadn’t been deployed in ages, but he wasn’t about to spill all of his life drama to someone he had only just met.

“Ah, a Navy man. Thank you for your service. I wanted to join the Army when I was younger, but some football injuries meant I never passed my medical.” Mark chuckles, leaning against the railing and surveying the crowd in front of him.

“Sorry to hear that, man. But at least that injury saved you from working in the Army, now that’s a fate worse than death.” Jake chuckles, making Mark laugh and shake his head jokingly. The two men continue to chat as the auditorium fills up until the lights dim for the open act to come on stage. Jake didn’t know who the opening act was, but he thought her songs were good and she had a beautiful singing voice. He and Mark applauded her and exchanged an impressed look with each other as she walked off stage as the lights came up and music began playing over the speakers. Jake had completely lost sight of you in the crowd as it had filled up and he couldn’t help the nervousness that rose within him at the number of people that were surrounding you. He knew you were more than likely okay, and that you’d get out of the crowd if it was too much, but he couldn’t stop his dad mode from going crazy knowing you were in the crowd somewhere. Jake dug his phone out of his pocket and took a picture of the large crowd and sent it to Bradley, typing out a message to go along with it.

‘Our kid is in there somewhere.’

He hits send on the message and shoves his phone back into his pocket, focusing his attention on the crowd as they chatted amongst each other and sang along to the songs that played on the speakers.

When ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ by One Direction came on, you and everyone who filled the venue started to sing along loudly to the whole song, dancing around as you sang along. When the song ended, the house lights dimmed once more and the auditorium erupted into cheers as the band began to step onto the stage, situating themselves in position with their instruments as the audience cheered. Soon, they began playing and Joshua Bassett came running onstage, singing the first song of many as you and the audience sang along loudly, a large smile covering your face as you watch one of your favourite singers sing his heart out to the audience, a smile on his face as he does so.

As Jake watches from the back, he couldn’t help but bob his head to the music, a small smile slipping onto his face as he watches Joshua Bassett hold the hands of some fans in the front rows, singing and smiling as he takes in the view of the packed auditorium. Jake enjoyed the first few songs, finding them upbeat and well-written. But when he watches the young singer cross to the piano for the second time, the song he plays evokes a different reaction than he was expecting. He listened carefully to every word that left the singer's mouth, realising more and more just how much he could relate to the song. When Joshua Bassett sang about being told by his father not to cry in front of his mother, Jake couldn’t help but think about how a similar situation had happened in his youth.

Jake was no older than five years old, he had made his way into his house with a large grin on his face and a paper in hand. He approached his parents and held the paper up for them proud to show off the drawing he had done of his family.

“What the fuck is this, Jacob?” His father had spat harshly as he held the paper in his hand, eyes squinted in disgust as he stared down at the picture.

“You should be focusing on your studies, not on silly things like drawing.” His mother scolded, both parents staring down at Jake disapprovingly before his dad ripped the paper in two, making tears well in the five-year-old’s eyes.

“Stop crying, boy. It’s time you grew up. But if you keep acting like this, I will give you something to cry about.” His father threatened, making Jake dart off upstairs into his bedroom to curl up under his duvet and hope his father didn’t come in search of him.

Jake shakes himself out of his thoughts so he could focus back on the concert, but it was like every lyric of this song was written about Jake’s life. He found it almost eerie that almost every word was written just for Jake. As he listened to the song, hearing lyrics about wanting to escape LA, Jake couldn’t help but think about how he longed to escape his hometown when he was younger. He put his whole heart and soul into his studies so he could ensure he got a spot in the Navy so he could get away from his family. When he found out Lauren had gotten pregnant, he immediately worried about being stuck in his hometown until he found a chance to move. He had figured Lauren wanted to stay put while he trained in the Naval Academy before she followed him around anywhere but since she left mere months before he was due to leave for the academy, Jake had to take you with him. But he didn’t regret it. He never would regret taking you and getting the hell out of Texas. When the song ended, Jake applauded as he blinked back the potential tears that could well in his eyes. The next songs that played Jake was able to enjoy more but when he listened to the lyrics of one of the songs, he realised that he could relate to and enjoy the song. He had been able to break away from the bad stuff from his childhood and be free at last. He didn’t need to worry about his past anymore because he had escaped it and was in a much better place than he was before.

The next few songs that played were mostly cutesy love songs, they had never been Jake’s scene, but he still appreciated the effort that went into making the music in the first place. After playing a song in amongst the audience, Joshua Bassett made his way back to the stage and sat himself on a stool as he told everyone a story about how he had almost died and how his mother had gotten to his side as quickly as she could. He talked about how in that whole situation, his mother had acted as his lifeline and how he wrote the song because of her. Jake noticed that as the song started, everyone in the audience was holding up the little hearts they had been given in the line and so dug his one out of his pocket and held it up. He continued to listen to the music until one lyric hit him like a ton of bricks.

“We hardly say I love you, ‘cause your parent’s parents never did.”

Jake could’ve sworn he stopped functioning entirely upon hearing that lyric. He started to think about you, somewhere out in that crowd. Did you relate to that lyric? Did you think Jake didn’t tell you he loved you enough? Jake knew his parents never told him they loved him, probably because their parents never did the same for them. But Jake had sworn that he would never let you feel unloved or unwanted at any point in your life and hearing this song made him second guess everything he ever did as your father. This time, when the tears came, Jake could do very little to prevent them and so let them roll down his cheeks freely until the song ended. He lowered the hand that held the heart up proudly and wiped his face with the other, blinking rapidly.

“You okay?” Mark asks, leaning close so Jake could hear him over the cheers of the crowd.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Jake reassured, continuing to wipe at his face until he was sure his face was clear of any tears. As he wiped the last of the tears away, he promised himself that he’d tell you he loved you more often. He never wanted you to feel like he didn’t love you. Jake had managed to compose himself enough as it was announced that Joshua Bassett would be singing a cover and he encouraged his audience to sing along, assuring them that they’d definitely know the words. As he begins to sing ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’ by Elvis Presley, Jake felt a smile creep onto his face at the familiar song. He knew Bradley grew up loving Elvis songs, always telling Jake how the songs reminded him of his beloved parents. Jake pulled his phone out of his pocket and filmed the chorus, making sure to send the recording to Bradley for him to enjoy. Jake allowed himself to sing under his breath as this song played. Remembering how he and Bradley had danced to this song late at night in the kitchen.

The rest of the concert flew by, the audience getting treated to not one, but two covers and an unreleased song before the encore happened. When the concert had finished for real, and the audience began to file out of the venue, Jake straightened up, eyes immediately scouring the auditorium to find you. When he spotted you, he threw a hurried goodbye over his shoulder to Mark and rushed over to you.

“Hey, y/n/n.” Jake greets as he wraps his arm around your shoulders securely to protect you from the jostling and shoving of other audience members. It was taking Jake everything within him to not swear at people who shoved at both you and him in your attempt to leave the venue.

“You okay? You didn’t get hurt, did you?” Jake asks once you reach his truck in the car park, holding you by the shoulders and checking you over carefully as if an injury would leap out of nowhere if he looked hard enough.

“Dad, I’m okay. No injuries here. Well apart from a sore throat.” You say with a laugh as you reassure your dad that you didn’t sustain any injuries during your time at the concert.

“Alright, hop in and let’s head home.” Jake says with a soft smile as he unlocks the truck, rounding the truck to get behind the wheel as you climb in the passenger seat and plug your seatbelt in.

“Did you have a good night?” Jake asks over the gentle rumbling of the engine, seeing you practically curled up in the seat beside him, exhaustion clearly setting in fast.

“The best night. Thank you, dad.” You mumble, looking over at your dad with a tired grin as you attempted to curl up further in the seat. The rest of the drive back was silent, only filled with the rumbling of the engine and the radio playing quietly in the background. Jake soon pulled into the driveway and both you and him got out of the truck and headed up to the house. Bradley had left the outside light on as well as the upstairs and downstairs hall lights on. You and Jake ease your shoes off and make your way upstairs after turning off the outside light and the downstairs hall light. You make your way into your room while Jake heads into his and Bradley’s room. Bradley had left the small lamp on Jake’s bedside table on to save Jake from fumbling around in the dark and Jake took a moment to drink in the sight of his husband sleeping peacefully. He admired the way he was curled up underneath the duvet and how soft puffs of air escaped his lips every so often. Jake got changed into a pair of sweatpants and shed his top before heading into the bathroom to brush his teeth. As Jake re-entered the hallway, he made his way to your bedroom door, knocking quietly and asking if he could come in, only entering when he got permission. He heard the faint sounds of the concert coming from your phone as you smiled at him from where you were lying in your bed.

“Watching videos back already? It’s not even been an hour.” Jake chuckles as he makes his way over to you, perching on the edge of your bed.

“Just missing it already.” You shrug unapologetically, shuffling towards your dad as he opens an arm for you to cuddle into him. You spend a moment in your dad’s embrace, savouring the silence before he speaks up.

“You know how much I love you, right? Because if I don’t say it enough, I’m certainly going to make an effort now. I love you so much y/n. You’ve been one of the best things in my life. Don’t ever forget how much I love you, okay?” Jake says, looking down at you as your face softens, making you curl into him further.

“I love you too dad. So, so much. I don’t say it enough either, but I really do love you.” You say, your smile growing as Jake presses a kiss to the top of your head. The comforting silence returns once more as you lie in his embrace. But the moment Jake hears you yawn, he detangles you from his arms and settles you back down on your bed.

“I’ll let you get some sleep. I love you, sweetheart.” Jake says, pressing one last kiss to your forehead as he crosses to your bedroom door, opening it.

“I love you too, dad.” You say sleepily as Jake smiles back at you before leaving your room to let you switch your lamp off and go to bed. Jake returns to his bedroom, climbing into bed alongside Bradley and switching the lamp off before hugging Bradley from behind.

“Did you have a good night?” Bradley’s tired mumble cuts through the silence as Jake presses a kiss to Bradley’s shoulder.

“A great night. Sorry for waking you, go back to sleep.” Jake whispers as Bradley rolls over so the two men are facing each other.

“I’m going to have a much easier time going to sleep now than I did an hour ago.” Bradley chuckles quietly as he tugs Jake into his side, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before allowing his eyes to slip shut. Jake waits patiently until he hears Bradley’s deep and even breaths before he allows his own tired eyes to close.

“Sleep well, Bradley. I love you.” He whispers against his husband’s chest as sleep begins to take him in its hold. Jake hadn’t anticipated the concert to bring as many revelations to him as it did, but he did now know that he had one of the best lives out there. And it was all because of his loving family. Because of them, he was finally free from his past.

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He loves me, he loves me not

CW: F bomb gets dropped once (pg13 ish), Non Canon compliant, Third person, Fem reader, mean Gojo, some angst, some Geto/Nanami and Haibara x reader, some Utahime x Gojo, No (Y/n), Honorifics, the main character(reader insert) may suffer from Mary Sue syndrome.

“Satoru, Suguru, Shoko.” Satoru looked up from his video game, Suguru closed his book, and Shoko hid her cigarettes from Yaga. They were lounging in the courtyard when Yaga interrupted them. “I’d like you three to meet our new transfer student. She’ll be joining the other first years. She’s from America and has only recently picked up Japanese so please be kind to her.” Yaga nudged her forward.

“Uh, hello. I’m…”

“Pfft! Ahaha! Yaga-Sensei, what is this?” Gojo laughed. “She’s a stuttering little idiot.”

“Come on Satoru be nice.” Geto smiled at the new girl.

“Tsk, whatever. She’s probably weak anyway.”

“Hey! Did you just call me weak?”

“Just speak English, your pronunciation is terrible.” Gojo mocked.

“If I don’t practice, I’ll never get better. Now look who’s being an idiot.”

“What did you just call me short stack?!”

“Gojo, shut up for a second.” Ieiri glared at him. “Something feels wrong.”

A tiny noise sounded from your backpack. It was like a mixture between a growl and a whine.

“Hey short stack. You’ve got a curse in your backpack.” Gojo stated bluntly.

“Okay newbie, we’ll take care of this-”

“NO!!” She cut off Geto and held her bag close to her chest. “She’s not a curse. She’s my best friend.” A little black Chow Chow head popped up from her bag. Yellow spiral eyes blinking furiously, adjusting to the light.

“Arf.” The curse squeaked.

“This is cub. I’ve had them for two years now. My friend Hannah named them. Hannah is an incredible person. She has the makings of a great sorcerer, but she’s not interested.”

“I’m sure she’s lovely.” Shoko smiled at her. Gojo just scoffed.

“Yeah, you should see her use her technique! It’s telekinesis, she was able to lift literal tons! …I miss her a lot.” She said meekly.

“That doesn’t explain why you have a curse with you.” Gojo rolled his eyes.

“Cub is a special curse. Their kind is able to reproduce, back two years ago my dad and I took out the rest of their family. They were cowering in the corner of an abandoned cave system and he let me domesticate them.”

“Great, curses can breed now.” Geto groaned.

“No, just cub and their kind.” She smiled at the three second years. “I’ll be nice and give you one warning. If I see any of you try to hurt them I will make your life hell.”

“I’d like to see you try.” Gojo smirked.

She lifted Cub from her backpack and carried them off. “Cmon Cub. Let’s go unpack in our dorm.”

“Yaga-Sensei! You can’t seriously allow her to keep a curse.”

“There’s nothing I can do about it. The higher ups themselves have ordered her transfer and approved her request to keep the curse.” Yaga sighed.

“Ugh, spoiled brat.”

“Look on the bright side Satoru. This could be interesting.” Suguru smirked.

“Since when were you an optimist?” Shoko rolled her eyes.

“Hey, I just think that could have fun with this.”

“Like what, Suguru?” Satoru moued.

“Don’t know, guess we’ll have to wait and see.”

The next day the new girl introduced herself to her new classmates.

“…but you can call me whatever you like. I look forward to working with you both. Oh and this is Cub. Don’t worry, they’re harmless.”

Haibara gasped excitedly. “They look like a baby bear!”

“Yeah, they’re so cute!”

“Totally! You’re like their mama bear huh?”

“I suppose I am.”

“Can I call you Kuma-Chan then?”

“Of course! But you have to let me call you Yu-Chan.”

“Deal.”

“What about you Nanami-San?” She turned to the blonde boy.

“Yeah! Use a nickname.”

“You don’t have to.” She assured him.

“Nickname! Nickname! Kuma-Chan! Kuma-Chan!” Haibara clapped along with each syllable.

“I’ll think about it… Kuma-San. Ugh that sounds weird.”

Haibara cheered excitedly. Yaga smacked him and started to teach.

After class Haibara invited her out to lunch.

“Hey Short Stack. Come over here.” Gojo beckons her over, curling his finger in a come here motion.

“What?”

“You may think that you’re special, having the old farts drooling all over you and all, but you’re nothing more than a wet hole they can toss away at any moment.”

“Wow. If this is how you see women, it’s no wonder why you’re a virgin.” His smirk dropped, as hers curled tightly onto her lips.

He grimaced at her, stepping toward her to tower over her. “A weakling like you should watch your mouth. I’m the strongest sorcerer in the world, probably all of history.” He slammed her against the wall. “I shake the foundation of the world.” He placed his hand around her throat. “No one would even care if you were to disappear one day.”

She held her hands in a circular position and brought them up to her eye level. Before he knew what happened purple rope surrounded him on the ground then more apparated and entangled his limbs.

“What the Hell?” He grunted.

“Strongest my Ass.” You mumbled and limped away.

“Kuma-Chan! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, Yu-Chan. Just a little light headed. I hate to say it but that Gojo guy is pretty strong.”

“He’s a Gojo, of course he’s strong.” Nanami piped up.

“What do you mean?”

The boys explained the details of the Gojo Clan and Jujutsu society as a whole.

After lunch the Higher ups brought her down to the basement of Jujutsu high. “What is this?”

“This is Tengen. Nullify their energy.”

She held her hands up in a familiar manner and purple rope surrounded the sorcerer.

“It didn’t work.” One of the higher ups remarked.

“Hang on.” She pulled off her backpack and pulled out Cub. “Come on now, Cub. Absorb Tengen’s cursed energy.” They winced and hid into her shoulder. “Please Cub. I know that you’ve been a bit sick but please, try for me.” Cub looked toward Tengen and tried to absorb their cursed energy. “Nothing? Okay bud.” She put them back in the bag.

“Wait.” Tengen called out. “You said that curse could absorb cursed energy?”

“They can transfer it to someone else too.”

“The Star Plasma Vessel will be here in a few days. I want you to absorb their energy and feed it to me.”

“May I know why? I’ve been flown across the world, to an underground bunker, in the forest of an island nation. I have no clue what’s going on.”

“Men, leave us.” The higher ups leave the two sorcerers and the curse. “I am dying, it is happening very soon. My consciousness will evaporate and I will morph into a higher plane of existence. The Star Plasma Vessel has the Cursed Technique to renew my form but they can only use it upon death, thus can only be activated once. I believe that your pet can absorb it and transfer it to me without casualties.”

“What if it doesn’t work?”

Tengen had gone quiet after that.

“Okay…” She turned and walked out.

The day of the full moon was the day of the merge, and it was also the scariest day of her life. The day started out with Haibara and Nanami asking her to accompany them on a mission; she declined.

“Huh? But what could be more important than this?”

“Don’t worry about it Yu-Chan. The higher up’s gave me a different mission and I have to stay here.”

“Just let it go Haibara.” Nanami pat him on the shoulder and the two left.

Next she went to the armory to get a weapon just in case of emergencies. “Ooh a machete. What do you think bud? Should I go Jason Voorhees on their asses?” She swished the machete around as cub sits on the floor.

“Arf!”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

She then spent the rest of the day chilling on the roof of one of the buildings, keeping watch over the school to see when the boys would return.

Eventually Geto ran past her and Cub. “Geto-Senpai!”

“Satoru is in danger! If you want to be useful go help him!”

“Take Cub with you!” She threw her pet down to Geto, Riko, and the maid.

She then went off to find where Gojo was. On the way she came face to face with Toji Fushiguro.

She assumed a fighting position and shouted, “Who the hell are you?” He didn’t respond as he pulled out a gun from his worm and shot her. The bullet pierced through her stomach.

“Out of my way.” He spat coldly as he stepped over her. She lay unmoving on the floor as he walked away. She didn’t need to give him a reason to think she wasn’t dead and risk him coming back to finish the job.

After he was a good distance away she felt that it was safe to get up. She pulled the bullet out with her hands as red vines surrounded the wounded like bandages. Then she pulled on them and they disappeared along with the wound.

She got up ran in the direction Toji left in. “No doubt he was already to the elevator by now.”

She got there just as the elevator doors closed and she saw Toji looking surprised at her. She used the Machete she had borrowed earlier to pry the elevator doors open. She then sliced the cables on the elevator. “Who says you can’t bring a knife to a gun fight?” She then takes a different elevator down and runs through the tunnels to get to Geto and Riko.

On Toji’s end he had heard the snap of the elevator cables and been quick. He pried open the doors and used one of his swords to plunge into the space between the doors and jam the elevator still. He took a moment to catch his breath. He then opened the ceiling hatch and crawled up into the open. He looked between the cracks and saw that he was only a few feet from the bottom to if he hit it it most likely wouldn’t kill him. He hesitantly crawled back into the elevator and slowly pulled his sword out. The elevator plummeted down to the bottom and Toji lost his footing and hit his head pretty hard. “Ugh. That brat, I should’ve finished her off when I had the chance.” He rested for a few seconds before he got up and walked through the tunnel.

Halfway through a snarling wrathful creature came charging a him. Cub bit into Toji’s right side as he swung at the poor creature. Toji kept swinging but Cub started to jump around and claw at the man. He was getting tired of the creature but he couldn’t really do anything to them. After a few minutes he finally grabbed Cub and threw them hard against the wall. Cub whimpered and crawled towards Toji, not willing to give up fighting yet. Toji stabbed them in the side and walked on towards the other side of the tunnel.

When he finally got to the end he yelled exasperated. “OH COME ON!! I shot you, and you gave me a head start when you cut the elevator cord, but somehow you got here before me!”

“You’re not getting the star plasma vessel that easily.”

She apparated a glowing white metal chain to her and struck him with it. He grabbed it and pulled her closer to him grabbing her and threw her down the tunnel behind him.

She heard a familiar whimper come from farther down and she rushed to see Cub. “Oh shit! No no, please! Cub!” She surrounded them in red vines and smiled softly when they licked her hand. She sprinted back down the tunnel in a fury.

she handed Cub off to Riko who had been abandoned by the boys who were fighting. She summoned her chains and swung over to them. She struck Toji in the face and again on his back. She kept swinging. His arms his legs his sides. Geto had to physically stop her as she jumped closer to the assassin and was almost hit by one of his curses.

“Careful Kohai!”

“I’m going to kill him! He nearly killed Cub!” She screamed as tears poured down her face.

“I’ll handle this! You get Riko to safety.”

“But-”

“No offense Kohai but you’ll get in my way if you jump in guns blazing. Go help Gojo, get him to Shoko.”

“Okay.” She swung away. “Senpai! Here!” She pointed at him and a light blue ribbon shot towards him and was absorbed into him. She pulled Riko and Cub away down one of the tunnels to get to the elevator.

“Gojo!” She and Riko called out as he stood in front of them. He ran toward the two and hugged Riko. It did feel like a bit of a punch that he’d greet Riko first, but it’s not like the two were close so she shouldn’t feel bad about it, right?

“Hey Gojo-Senpai, Geto-Senpai wanted me to get you to Shoko Senpai.”

“No need.”

“Alright then, come on Cub, absorb Riko’s energy.”

“WHAT?!” The two scream.

“Riko can Absorb Cursed Energy and either transfer it to someone else or use it to amplify their attacks. I could boost their ability to do so if I had any energy left but I used the rest to boost and refuel Geto-Senpai.”

“Back up, back up. What can you do?”

“I have purple rope that nullifies, white chains that attack, red vines that heal, and light blue ribbons that buffs someone. I well it’s more complicated, I can use the last bit of my cursed energy to refill someone’s cursed energy as well as boost the strength of their attack.”

“You’re like Shoko and Utahime combined, but weaker.”

“I don’t know about that. She was beating up that assassin pretty easily.” Riko smiled.

“I don’t know what world you are living in but that was not easy.” She declared.

“Weak.” Gojo Whisper yelled.

“Shut up!”

“Here, if you need cursed energy have your little bear thing refill yours with mine.” Gojo held out his hand towards the curse. Cub nearly bit him.

“Do you by any chance have a high amount of cursed energy?”

“Yeah, it’s basically unlimited. Why?”

“So you’re why Cub’s been sick lately!” Cub started to consume energy as their human kept talking. “They get kinda sick and cranky when they’re surrounded by a large amount of Cursed energy.” The two did the transfer and Cub took away Riko’s cursed energy. “Now if you two will excuse me I’m going to go help Tengen.”

A few days later and life was getting on at Jujustu High. Riko and her maid had gone home, Tengen was stable, Shoko had healed Geto, and no one had heard anything about Toji since he fled.

“Hm? Short stack! Where are you going?” Gojo called out as he saw her leaving the premises with her suitcases and Cub riding in her backpack.

“Good luck with your future endeavors Gojo-Senpai!” She smiled back at him. “I’ll be taking my leave now.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” He ran up to her.

“My purpose for coming to Japan is fulfilled. I’m going back to America.”

“What? You’re leaving?” He asked exasperated.

“Yes. Is there a problem?” She tilted her head slightly confused.

“You can’t leave!”

“Why not?”

“Because there aren’t as many curses anywhere else in the world. If you want to get stronger you have to stay.”

“I’m strong enough to protect myself and those I love.”

“Oh really?”

“Why do you even care?”

“I want to fight you. You beat me once but rest assured that will never happen again. I want you at your strongest so that I can destroy you.”

“Ugh. Can you be any more petty?”

“You’re not leaving Tokyo yet. I’ll talk to the higher ups and get them to let you stay.” He pats her on the head like she’s a dog.

“The world doesn’t revolve around you, ya know. I don’t want to fight you. And after this past week I don’t think that I want to become a sorcerer anymore.”

“Just… stay for the rest of the school year. If you really want to leave after that go ahead.”

“Is your ego really that fragile that anyone who can possibly crush the brittle piece of masculinity you have has to be “put in their place”?”

“You wish. Like I already told you. I am Gojo Satoru. I am the strongest sorcerer in history. Mountains crumble before me. Raging oceans calm at the snap of my fingers. I can destroy everything that you’ve ever loved so be a good girl and sit tight while I get ready to humiliate you.”

She just looked at him bored. “You know, your fly has been down this entire conversation.”

He blushes and looks down to see that she was lying and looked up to see her giggling to herself and walking back towards the dorms. “See you later Tomato Face.”

“I’m going to kill her one day.” Gojo mutters to himself.

Weeks went by without her even realizing it. Everyday was rigorous training; her speed, strength, and stamina had all increased.

“Okay, let’s try domain expansion.” Yaga said as he held up a clipboard jotting down notes for an examination to determine her rank. They were out on the track field measuring the strengths and limitations of her cursed Techniques.

Haibara and Nanami came out to support her while the second year students came out because Gojo wanted to make fun of her.

“Oh, um… I don’t have a domain. See, because I can nullify cursed energy I can’t exactly use a domain to amplify my nullification. They kinda cancel each other out.” Gojo snickered watching from above at the top of the stairs. Geto elbowed him in the side as Shoko glared.

“Don’t worry Kuma-Chan! You’re doing great!” Haibara yelled supportively.

“Can’t you just put me in grade 4? I don’t really know if I want to stay here anyway.”

“Listen, I know that this isn’t the most ideal situation, but you’re here at Jujutsu High anyway and most people want you to succeed.”

“Look, I’m hungry, I’m tired, I want to go take a hot shower and finish up my day by watching Naruto. Can we please just finish this up?”

Yaga sighed and clicked his pen in. “Fine, we should have enough Data to sort you.”

Haibara ran over to her. “Kuma-Chan! Don’t you want the fame of a Jujutsu sorcerer?”

“No not really. I think you and Nanami-San will be great sorcerers. Ieiri-Senpai and Geto-Senpai will be amazing too.”

“What about me, short stack?” Gojo teleports behind her and wraps an arm around her shoulder.

“Yeah yeah, you’ll become the strongest sorcerer and you’ll have women throwing themselves at you, you’ll be so rich that you’ll use paper money to wipe your ass, and if anyone ever talks back to you you’ll kill them without a second thought.” She replied sarcastically.

“Wrong! I’m already the strongest.” He booped her nose. She rolled her eyes and pushed him off her.

“Drop dead SENPAI.” She said tauntingly, and walked off.

Geto smirked and walked alongside her. “You sure told him off.”

“…Can we not talk about him Senpai? How have the curses been.”

“Tasting like Shit as usual.”

“Do you want me to make you some sweets?”

“That sounds lovely sweetness.”

…

“Since when did they get so close?” Gojo side eyed the two.

A year later Yaga sent Haibara and Nanami out on a mission.

“Can I come along?”

“Are you sure you want to?” Nanami asked worried.

“Can’t let you two have all the fun, now can I?” She smiled and left with the boys.

“Pfft. She thinks that she’s all that.” Gojo rolled his eyes.

“She is pretty nice.” Geto replied smiling at the thought of the yummy pasties that she’d cook when she got home.”

“Oh yeah. I bet you’d know all about it seeing as you two are best friends.”

“Are you jealous?” Geto’s voice held a bit of mirth to it as he teased his best friend.

“NO! I just don’t like that she’s taking away everything that is rightfully mine! My title as the strongest, my best friend, next she’ll take away my girlfriend.”

“You don’t have a girlfriend. And she tied you up once a year ago, I highly doubt that you could call her the strongest.”

“Okay second point first, it’s still a blow to my reputation, okay? And while I don’t have a girlfriend yet once I do she’ll probably go around spreading lies about me.”

“Who would you even want for a girlfriend? Riko? Shoko? Utahime?”

“Um… someone who can keep up with me. Someone who’s kind and thoughtful. Someone strong enough to keep my family off my ass but someone I can protect and provide for. She’ll have to be okay with me leaving for missions all the time though.” At Gojo’s confession Geto bursts out in laughter. Gojo blushes. “What’s so funny, Suguru?”

“Your ideal girlfriend sounds just like the woman you were bitching about not even 15 seconds ago. She doesn’t just kiss your ass, she’s made me pastries on many occasions to wash out the awful taste of curses, she has incredible power but overall doesn’t want to become a sorcerer, and since she’s been on several missions she’d understand the hardships of having to travel for work.”

“No, Suguru that’s crazy talk. I don’t love her and I’ll prove it to you.”

“How?”

“I’m going to tell Yaga that she left without permission.”

“What? No, Satoru. Do not narc on the poor girl just because I said that you have a crush on her.”

“I do not!”

“Gojo has a crush on who now?” Shoko appeared to the boys.

“No one!” Satoru shouted.

“Okay, calm down!” Shoko sighed.

The next day the three came back, Nanami carrying her in his arms.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so fucking sorry!” Haibara sobbed into Geto’s shoulder.

“What happened?”

“She took a hit for Haibara… her Achilles tendon was slashed and she lost a hand. Haibara broke one of his ribs and the curse ripped his arm clean off. Eventually we were able to get her enough cursed energy to heal herself and Haibara, but she overdid it and she hasn’t woken up since.”

“HAIBARA!! NANAMI!! YOU ASSHATS WERE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT HER!!” Satoru yelled as he ran into the room. Geto had to physically restrain him and explain the whole situation. “She wasn’t supposed to be on that mission.” Cub walked over on their hind legs and pawed at Gojo, sucking up some of his energy. They then rushed over to their human and refilled her energy so.

“Yu! Kento!” She shot up she pulled Yu into a tight hug and as the other three boys in the room watched on. “Jackass. I thought that I’d lost you.” She softly sobbed.

“Okay Short Cake I think that’s enough excitement for one day. I’ll bring you back to your dorm.” Gojo pulled her away from Haibara and picked her up.

“Hey! Put me down!” She screamed as he started to walk away.

“Call me Satoru and I just might.”

“This isn’t funny Gojo-Senpai!”

“Why so cold? Not even 5 seconds ago I you used Haibara and Nanami’s first names. Come on~ three little sounds Sa~To~Ru~”

“Never!”

“I’ll give you a kiss if you be a good girl and say my name!”

“Yu Yu! Kenny! Help me!”

“Now they have their own nicknames? You’re being so mean.”

“Sugu! He’s your friend! Do something!”

“Even my own best friend gets this special treatment. Oh how you wound me.” He pouted.

“Should we do something?” Kento asked.

“Nah, I’m going to love teasing him about this for the next month.” Suguru smirks recording the whole thing.

At the end of the year She and Gojo finally battled; he wiped the floor with her.

“Congrats, strongest sorcerer.” She smiled at him.

“Thanks. In a year how about we have a rematch? Does best two out of three work for you?”

“Only if you count this round one. I don’t think I could go three rounds with you.”

“Technically this is round two since you beat me as a first year. Next year at your graduation winner takes all.”

“I wasn’t really trying back then but you’re on.”

“Gojo are you bullying this poor girl?”

“Look who decided to show up. Short cake this is Mei Mei and Utahime.”

“Nice to meet you both.” She smiled.

“Gojo! You should show me more respect as your senior!” Utahime glared. As the two started to bicker Mei Mei pulled the other woman away.

“Sorry hun. He’s taken.”

“What?”

“I can tell that you have an interest in him, but look at them over there. Do you see his smile? The fire in his eyes when he looks at her? The way he laughs so carelessly? His heart belongs to Utahime.”

“Sa- …Gojo-Senpai, I have to go. I’ll see you in a year.”

“Wait. You’ve still got two weeks til you have to go back to school.”

“Yeah, um. I think I’m going to go back to America.”

“Why? You were just there.”

“Six months ago for Christmas break.”

“Oh… has it really been that long? Okay well. I’ll see you around!”

“Yeah…”

She went back to her dorm and sobbed into her Pillow. After a good hour she bought a ticket to go home, and started to pack.

“Wow. Sweet Eighteen has done you well.” Gojo smirked.

“Tch. Don’t be a creep.” She said as the two assumed a fighting stance.

The battle was chaos. Attack after attack was fired. Eventually she nullified his cursed technique and jumped on him. She got onto his shoulders and started to hit his head.

“…Short cake… hang on for a moment… I’ll surrender if you do something for me.”

“What exactly.”

“Squeeze your legs together. As hard as you can.”

“Are you kidding? That’ll suffocate you!”

“That’s kind of the point sweetheart.” As he said that she just fell back in shock. He caught her as she fell. “Is that a no? If you’re not into that I’m more than willing to suffocate in your chest.”

“Shut up!”

“Short Cake, what happened to us? You haven’t talked to me in a year. We were so close after you nearly died.”

“Oh don’t act like you care about me! Just go off and marry that Utahime chick!”

“I don’t want to marry her.”

“Please. I saw the way you looked at her at your graduation.”

“Oh you mean like how you’re so touchy with Suguru and Haibara and Nanami, and all those assholes on your social media accounts!”

“Are you kidding? You have no right to judge how I chose to move on from my heartbreak. It’s not like you’ve been very chaste anyway. You’ve “supported” a few girls financially here and there over the past year and you have the balls to act like I’m in the wrong?”

“You ghosted me!”

“Because Mei Mei said that you were in love with Utahime!”

“Yeah? Well she lied. Utahime has never made me feel like I was at threat of being overthrown as the strongest. For two years you came at me with comeback after comeback and I finally felt alive! Two years I watched you give Suguru sweets and I begged him to share even half a crumb with me! Two years I watched you squander your potential because you didn’t feel like you deserved to be here! I’m done holding back.” He grabbed her by the back of her head and kissed her, he then whispered her full name lowly in her ear and vowed that one day soon he would marry her.

“Come here dumbass.” She kissed him again. “I love you Satoru.”

“I love you too.”

“I could have been named Sasuke?” Her and Satoru’s 5 year old son pouted.

“Toru suggested that name and I shot him down. We already have one emo son in Megumi. We didn’t need another one.”

“Kakashi! Nezuko! Why is my very pregnant wife and your very pregnant mother out here in the cold?”

“Hun, it’s September, and 75 degrees out.”

“Sorry Papa.” The three year old girl teared up.

“Great Satoru. Now you’re making our daughter cry.”

“Sorry Short Cake. Megumi! Can you help your mother to the couch?”

“She is not my mother. No offense.”

“Non taken. I know that you only say that because then technically he’d be your father.”

“Hey! He’s a great dad!” Kakashi defended.

“Yeah! He’s the best daddy!” Nezuko adds.

“I suppose you are great, aren’t you Daddy~?” She teased. The children painfully unaware of the meaning.

“Are they like this all the time?” An unfamiliar voice called from the foyer of the Gojo Estate. Her face burnt up in embarrassment.

“Mrs. Gojo. Meet Itadori Yuuji and Kugisaki Nobara, Megumi’s new classmates.

“Please pretend like you didn’t hear me earlier.” She requested meekly.

“Done. Gone from my memory.” Yuuji smiled plainly.

“Yeah yeah, I don’t really care about Sensei’s bedroom affairs.” Nobara hand waved it away.

“Megumi. How about you show your friends around and put your siblings down for a nap?” Satoru suggested.

Megumi nodded and everyone left the two alone.

“I love you Mrs. Gojo.”

“I love you too Mr. Gojo.” And as Sakura petals fall the two embraced in a tender kiss.

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haarrrys · 11 months

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Hey! Would you write something about Amani getting her first period?

growing up 🍓

wc - 1.4k

🏷️ tags - dad!harry, singledad.harry, minor angst¿, dad!harry × amani, and of course, fluff.

pairings - singledad!harry & daughter!amani 🍪 🥛

summary - amani gets her first period

(a/n)- sweet sweet anon who sent the request months ago, tysm for being patient with me. im so sorry for my laziness lol

more harry and amani!

a knock rang throughout the room, startling sarah. "who is it?" she called, setting her sage green nail polish onto a nearby dresser.

she figured it could be room service, just wanting to clean, or the lunch she ordered.

"it's me— amani." sarah heard, just as she got closer to the door. sarah smiled, opening it. "hey love— is everything alright?" she asked, growing more concerned as she took in amani's worried face— as well as her paled complexion, that replaced her usual tan.

it wasn't unnatural for amani to come stay with sarah in her suite, as harry, her father, and the rest of the guys normally took up harry's room, causing ruckus.

sarah usually stayed in her own room, with her baby, accompanied by amani, who could always use some girl time.

but, what was unnatural was the way amani shyly walked into her room, scouting the room incase anyone else was present before speaking.

"it's just me and max," sarah assured, referring to the sleeping boy in the middle of the bed.

amani sighed, "i think.. i think I started my period." she winced, her breathing picking up as she revealed it. sarah gasped, her expression softening while a smile broke out onto her face.

"awhh, that's a good thing! it's natural, you're growing up! I can't believe it." she smiled, hugging the girl. "here, come follow me. i think i still have some stuff left." she said, pulling away from the hug and walking towards the unnecessarily large bathroom.

she opened the drawer, skimming through some thing before finding two boxes of pads and tampons.

"okay, so, since it's your first time I suggest using pads— just cause they're easier, but if you wanna use the tampons..?" sarah said. amani blushed, "ill just use the pads."

"alright! that's okay. do you know how to put one on? I don't know if harry explained it to you." sarah asked, causing amani to smile. "he tried, but he knows as much about periods as I do—nothing." she laughed, making sarah join in with her.

"that's fine, I can show you if you want." sarah offered. amani shook her head, feeling embarrassed, "i can figure it out." she dismissed.

sarah smiled sadly, "amani, it's normal to feel weird.. or even uncomfortable about these things, but almost every girl goes through it. you don't have to feel embarrassed, especially not with me, okay?" she explained, making amani smile sheepishly.

times like this, she wishes she did have a mother to talk about puberty, periods, and just her body changing, but she's thankful that she has someone who is basically a mother figure— sarah.

of course, harry tries his best to fill that role, especially now that amani's actually growing into a woman— however, she just feels more comfortable talking to someone who can relate to her.

"thank you," she whispered.

sarah smiled, as if to say a silent 'your welcome.'

"oh and sarah—can you get me underwear? and different pants?" amani sighed. sarah only then noticed the sweater tied around her waist, likely used to cover a stain.

"of course! your dads still in the room right?"

"yea, he'll let you in but..can you just not tell him?" amani said, her face reddening once again.

"oh, love, did you want to tell him yourself?" sarah questioned, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

amani shrugged in response. she had no plan whatsoever of telling him.

sarah sighed. "you know, you have to tell him eventually. it'll be worse if he finds out by himself, probably more embarrassing." she smiles.

amani shakes her head, "i'm scared." she admits, hiding her face in her hands.

sarah frowns, "scared? of what? he'll probably cry a little, but that's just cause his little girl is growing up."

amani laughed at that, imagining her dad in tears over her starting her period— a likely event.

"maybe he'll think it's gross— I don't know." she sighed. "im probably just overthinking it."

"you are. he won't find it gross, I promise. now, do you wanna tell him, or do you want me to?"

"you can tell him."

"she started her what?!" harry gasped, suddenly feeling uneasy on his feet.

sarah smacked his shoulder, putting her index finger to her lips, shushing him. "her period harry. menstruation? time of the month? flowers? quiet down if you don't want amani to be embarrassed when the whole hotel knows her business."

harry sighed, steadying himself as he took a seat.

"..why didn't she tell me first? is she alright?" harry frowned, his head gears turning faster than he could register. his daughter had started her period— but didn't go to him first. why? had he done something wrong?

sarah shook her head,"she's okay, calm down. it's just easier to talk about periods with people who've actually had them harry, it's not personal." she laughed, reassuring him, although she knew he'd still worry.

harry, who still had a deep frown on his face nodded.

he understands how awkward it would've been for her to tell him— but as a singe!parent, he feels shitty that she went to someone else, instead of her dad.

"okay.." harry sighed, wiping the tears that began to well up in his eyes. "i need to buy stuff right? what do i get?" he asked, already making a mental note of the stuff he knows gemma gets.

"pads, tampons, heating pad, ice-cream, and a little stuffed animal. 'always'and 'tampax' are really good brands. oh, and make sure you get different sizes for different levels of blood flow." sarah instructed.

harry nodded along, keeping everything she said in mind.

"I'm gonna go and get her clothes now." sarah said. "oh and harry?"

he perked up.

"she's okay. this is apart of her growing up. don't go haywire and coddle her."

that afternoon, after amani was all situated, she stayed with sarah and max for awhile, before heading back to her suite she shared with her dad, harry.

as soon as amani walked in, she was met with her dad, who's face lit up proudly.

harry walked over to her, but it seemed like he himself had just gotten back. he was carrying bags, unbeknownst to amani, full of period products.

"I got everything you need, love." he said, holding out the bag for her. she could see boxes full of everything and more that's she would need, as well as snacks that he didn't need to, but wanted to buy for her.

amani blushed, feeling embarrassed yet loved. she had never expected that her period would be such a big deal to harry, or that he would even know what to buy for her.

he'd always been a little, over the top some may say, but still her dad's reaction took her by surprise. he was smiling, looking at her with love and warmth in his eyes. he wasn't even upset with her that she didn't tell him first.

when he noticed how out of place she looked, he smiled softly.

"hey, it's okay, amani. you don't have to be embarrassed," he said, handing her the bag full of goodies, that he'd definitely not let her indulge in on a regular day, being the health nut dad he is. "it's normal. you're growing up and becoming a woman now. couldn't feel anymore more prouder."

amani felt her heart pounding in her chest. she had never thought he would be this understanding and supportive. but as she thought of it, why wouldn't he be? all her life, no matter what she decided to do, her dad was always there backing her up.

she realized, her fear of telling him was irrational.

"thank you dad." she whispered, taking the bag from him and hugging him tightly.

harry hugged her back, holding her close.

"you're my daughter and I'm always here for you. I'm proud of you," he said, as tears started to well up in his eyes.

amani wasn't surprised by his emotional reaction, more so, she surprised herself when she also began to cry. she couldn't help feeling happy and loved. in that moment, she realized that the bonds of parenthood are not only about love, but also about understanding and support.

she was grateful to have harry as her dad and sarah as another woman in her life who filled the missing role in her life, and she knew that they would always be there for her, no matter what.

thank you so much for reading! ☕️ 🤍

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embodyingchaos · 9 months

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Hi! Since you are writing for Finn could you please write about the gaga episode including the reader and they help him with his red outfit or the rocky horror episode? Thank you!

❥ hi sweetheart! MY FIRST GLEE REQUEST AAAAA im so excited, i hope you like this! (so sorry this is so late!)

theatricality rewritten pairing: finn hudson x gn!reader genre: platonic, fluff, sorta angst(?) warnings: finn being sortaaa homophobic, mention of the f slur, finn being a jerk, this is like so bad im so sorry word count: 1.9k

the halls of mckinley were filled with students roaming around, conversing with one another while someone was just trying to put their books back into their locker. y/n swore as the books inside their locker fell out and plopped onto the floor, “how the hell does this even happen, i put them sideways for god’s sake.” they whispered to themselves, bending down to grab them before rearranging their positions. as they were putting their books back in, finn hudson had approached them.

“hey, y/n.” they looked up, “oh, hey finn. what’s up?” y/n asked as they closed their locker, “so many things are up. so many damn things.” he exasperatedly said, leaning his back on the wall.

finn and y/n had been friends ever since pre-school, they used to be best friends but some things change. they both reconnected when they joined the glee club around the same time. “what is it now? rachel? quinn? puck?” “kurt.” y/n whistled lowly, “that’s a new one.” they started to walk down the hallway to head to the glee club. “what about him?” “well, my mom made us move in with him and his dad, and now- now, i’ve got to share a room with him! like the dude’s fine and all, sure, but i need my privacy and he kinda makes me feel, i don’t know, uncomfortable?” finn rambled, stuffing his hands into his pockets as his flannel brushed to the side.

y/n only chuckled, “why on earth does he make you uncomfortable?” their question makes finn fidget a bit, “he just… i’m so sure he likes me. it’s obvious. sharing a room with him is like sharing a room with a girl that likes me.” y/n gave him a weird look, “okay, i’ll pretend you didn’t just compare kurt to a girl and that you think he likes you-” “i’m not thinking it! he does!” they sighed, “right. look, if it bothers you that much, sleep in the living room. it isn’t that complicated, finn.” finn huffed and nodded as they entered the choir room.

he sat beside tina, who was looking a little off today and that’s when it clicked. “you aren’t wearing your usual goth look, t. what happened?” y/n asked her as they sat beside finn, “figgins thinks she’s a vampire and said if she wore goth any time soon, she’d get suspended.” mercedes explained, “what.” y/n deadpanned, in disbelief that their principal actually believes vampires are real.

“it’s so weird.” “this so isn’t you.” artie and finn commented, “i feel like an asian branch davidian.” tina expressed woefully, will frowned at her state. “tina, are there any other looks you can try?” mr. schuester’s question started a plenty of suggestions. “biker chick?” “cowgirl?” “hood rat.” “computer programmer!” “cross-country skier.” “catholic schoolgirl?” “a happy-meal, no onions… or a chicken.” everyone looked at brittany with concern before tina had enough of their ideas.

“look, i appreciate it, guys, but it just isn’t me. i know who i am, and i’m not allowed to show it. it’s like communism.” she begrudgingly comments before rachel stomped into the room, fervent as always.

“guys, we have a serious problem. you know, i’ve been doing some deep background on vocal adrenaline-” “isn’t that against the rules?” artie asked her, “no, not at all- or, probably. whatever!” schue shook his head at her answer, but rachel didn’t really seem to care. “anyway, what i figured out, i rooted through the dumpsters behind the carmel auditorium and i found 18 empty boxes of christmas lights.” tina’s eyes widened, “oh, no.” “which led me to joelle fabrics. i asked them about red chantilly lace and they were sold out!” rachel exclaimed and now the girls and kurt looked entirely worried. “oh, sweet jesus.” “oh, my.” mercedes and him commented, a few of the guys looked confused.

mr. schuester looked at rachel, “what?” “they’re doing gaga.” kurt explained while mercedes and rachel expressed how screwed they were. “we should have guessed it. they’re going full out theatricality. they know it’s the easiest way to beat us. damn them!” y/n took a deep breath in, they were definitely screwed.

“what’s up with this gaga dude? he just dresses weird, right? like bowie?” puck’s question made rachel scoff, “lady gaga is a woman! she’s only the biggest pop act to come along in decades! she’s boundary-pushing! the most theatrical performer of our generation, and she changes her looks faster than britt changes sexual partners.” “that’s true.” she agreed as kurt went on a rant about how amazing lady gaga is.

“it makes sense that vocal adrenaline would pay homage. it’s a brilliant move. she’s a perfect fit for them.” artie muttered, “now, hold on a second.” schue spoke up, “we might be able to kill two birds with one stone here. we can help tina find a new look and find a competitive number for regionals.” tina smiled as y/n held her hand encouragingly.

“this week, your assignment: gaga.” a round of whispers filled the room as the girls and kurt began to plot, rachel announced the ideas were coming to her, needing a pen and paper before mr. schuester pointed at his office. the boys, however, didn’t look too happy about it. y/n was pretty neutral on the topic.

after the glee meeting, both finn and y/n walked side-by-side in the hallway as they headed to class. they turned to finn, “you look excited about gaga.” they commented sarcastically but finn didn’t catch that. “what? i’m not-” “i know. i was being sarcastic, you big doof.” y/n smiled, “come on, it isn’t so bad. lady gaga’s got some catchy hits, like just dance.” finn tilted his head, “of course, you don’t know that song. why did i even mention it?” they muttered to themselves, looking around the hallway with a bored expression.

finn let out an annoyed grunt, “why are we always doing the things the girls wanna do?” he wondered out loud, y/n pressed their lips into a firm line. “well, if that’s how you feel, then why don’t you express it to mr. schue? i’m sure he’ll understand your point of view. sometimes.” the tall boy nodded, slowly smiling. “maybe i will.” he simply said before turning back around to head to mr. schuester’s office. “aaand there he goes.” y/n quietly commented, continuing their journey to history class.

gaga week had gone extremely well, other than karofsky and azimio picking on tina and kurt, and rachel finding out that vocal adrenaline’s coach was her mom. finn had also convinced mr. schue to allow the boys to do a song by the band kiss instead of lady gaga.

y/n was getting text spams and long rants every five minutes from finn about how much of a hassle it was to live with kurt, it was honestly starting to get on their nerves. they didn’t care about it much until they got a text from the quarterback saying he had called kurt a slur when he was blinded by rage.

finn drove to their house and was immediately met with an upset face. “i cannot believe you called him that!” they yelled as finn fell onto their bed with his hands on his face, “i know, dude. i feel really bad about it, too.” he groaned in frustration, mad at himself for being such a jerk.

“i wanna make it up to him, but i just don’t know how.” finn muttered, staring up at their bedroom’s ceiling. y/n fiddled with their oversized t-shirt before their eyes lingered on a specific costume that was hung on their closet door; their gaga costume. y/n smirked, “i have an idea.” they slyly turned towards their best friend who raised his head up with a questionable look on his face.

with that, they spent the entire night fashioning up a theatricality costume for the boy as a way to show his support for kurt and that he was different from the other guys on the football team who would judge and scrutinise everything the glee club did.

the next day, since it was the end of the week, everyone had decided to go to school in their costumes. y/n didn’t mind but it was a bit uncomfortable to get to and from class in white latex tights.

“woah! guys, why are you all in your theatricality costumes?” mr. schue asked as he walked into the choir room, “it’s the end of the week. we were kind of hoping to learn what the lesson of the assignment was.” artie told him, “well, um, you guys have had some great numbers this week but i’m not sure that i know either.” he confessed and the rest of the club chuckled with him before a voice spoke up.

“i do.” tina walked into the room in her usual goth attire, “goth tina! you’re back!” y/n exclaimed, beaming at her. the girl smiled at their enthusiasm, “i refuse to dress like somebody i’m not to be somebody i’m not, and i learned it’s good to be a little theatrical.” she said before taking a bow as everyone applauded. “there she is! she’s back!” mr. schue encouragingly announced, patting her on the back.

artie looked around amidst all the cheering, realising that two people were missing. “wait, where’s kurt? and where’s finn?” his question made everyone look around, before the revelation hit y/n. “guys, we need to go find them. now.” the entire club ventured out together through the hallways to find the two guys, which they did.

“oh my god.” “what is finn wearing?” santana stated and quinn asked, in shock. “he wanted to make up for something he did to kurt so i helped him with his gaga costume.” y/n explained, “problem was that we could only use this old shower curtain i found in my attic.” they added, snickering at the sight of their friend wearing a red, rubber-looking dress. they walked towards them as they noticed karofsky and azimio were once again bullying them. “‘cause i’m pretty sure we can take the both of you.” “yeah, but can you take all of us?” puck quipped as they backed finn up.

“okay. okay, i get it. i took biology. you know what, karofsky? we done disturbed the freak hive! the worker freaks is trying to protect the queen freak.” azimio mocked, “next time, we’ll bring some friends, too.” karofsky threatened before the two jocks walked away from the group.

rachel took off her shades, “i’m tired of everyone calling us freaks.” she complained, “well, look at us. we are freaks.” mercedes joked as everyone laughed along. finn smiled at this, “but we’re all freaks together, and we shouldn’t have to hide it.” he told them before sudden clapping attracted their attention.

“nice job, finn. think you just figured out what the lesson was, kinda makes me wish i’d planned it.” mr. schue joked, “but mercedes is right, you do all look incredibly insane.” y/n smiled and turned to finn, high-fiving one another. “told you my plan would work.” they whispered to him as he rolled his eyes, “yeah, yeah. you’re always right, i get it.” y/n only punched him lightly on his shoulder as they all began to walk back to the choir room.

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