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thedelicatearcher · 2 days

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finnick odair and reader going dress shopping hcs 🤗🤗

i think these are not exactly headcanons but i've already written half of it when i realized it 😭 tried to stylize them a little bit like headcanons, i hope you like them :)

finnick odair and reader going dress shopping

every time you have a mall date, finnick arrives at your place punctually at the time you agreed on. he always dresses nicely for your dates, today he’s stunning in some jeans, a pretty shirt, and a big, excited smile on his face, waiting for you on your porch with a bouquet of flowers on his hands.

finnick always sends a message with the flowers he chooses for you. a bouquet of purple, white, and pink irises is in his hands this time. today’s bouquet symbolizes respect, purity, love, and deep bonding - representing a love as pure and passionate as yours.

the plan is to eat your favorite food in the food court and then walk around the mall, looking at the shops and sharing an ice cream cone. as you sit and enjoy your meal, you talk about everything, from your coworkers at your new job to his latest findings in the market and your family drama. it isn't until you’ve talked for hours and started craving dessert that you finally stand up and stroll through the mall, enjoying a strawberry ice cream.

walking around, you grab finnick’s arm, and distracted by your thoughts, remember the reason you insisted so much on coming to the mall. “finn, honey, i've been wanting some new dresses for a while. can we go look at them and see if i like any?” you ask him softly, and he’s nodding enthusiastically even before you finish your question.

finnick loves the way you look every day, never missing a chance to shower you with compliments and tell you how mesmerized he is by you. but his heart beats especially hard whenever he sees you wearing your pretty dresses, unable to contain himself from grabbing your hand and twirling you around. they accentuate your figure and you look so happy and graceful in them, as if you were born to wear sundresses. he can't help but love them on you.

finnick is a patient man, never rushing you as you try on all the dresses that catch your eye. his feet may ache from visiting many stores, waiting for you and standing for long periods of time, but he never complains or makes passive-aggressive remarks. he truly enjoys just being part of your world and being your hype man, always ready to give you words of praise for every article of clothing you model for him.

finnick doesn’t get bored either. while you change outfits, he sits on a nearby chair as he finishes his melting strawberry ice cream. his eyes light up each time you step outside the dressing room and model the dresses for him, posing and twirling around for him as he tells you how pretty and stunning you look, and the look on his eyes is full of love and adoration, wondering what actions he did in his past lives to deserve having you now in his arms.

his favorite type of dresses on you are the spaghetti-strap sundresses with floral prints, he thinks that they make you look like a pretty fairy. they showcase your shoulders, the soft material clinging to your skin only in certain areas and giving you an elegant silhouette, and the vibrant colors of the sundress complement the big joyous smile you usually wear. he feels captivated by the way you look effortlessly graceful in them.

when you're done, finnick insists on carrying all your bags for you. one hand carrying your shopping bags, and you hanging onto his other arm. he feels happy. these afternoons spent with you, sharing simple and happy moments, are his favorites.

#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #thg

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forcemeanakin · 1 month

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Right where you left me.

•WARNINGS: Angst. Situationship. May trigger people with abandonment issues or that have intimacy problems. Not technically cheating, but it may be triggering. Anakin's a douche bag.

Pairing: au!Anakin Skywalker x you!reader.

Summary: Anakin decides to pursue things outside of your relationship, breaking your heart in the process.

Word count: 1.7k.

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD, english is my second language, so please be gentle. If there are any mistakes, pls let me know in private so I can correct them, thanks :) Also I have a serious issue between differentiating “in” and “on” situations, so bare with me lmao.

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You ran into the coffee shop, in a hurry, which is a normal state for you and your continuous tardiness. “Fuck.” You muttered under your breath as you forced the door open with unnecessary strength.

Anakin must’ve been waiting for half an hour now.

On your tippy toes, you scanned the room, looking for the golden curls to stand out from a booth.

Bingo.

Trying to hide your excitement, you rushed to the table where your -relatively- new thing was waiting for you. You cursed your bag for making so much noise and told yourself off for packing so much shit. Maybe there was no need to bring all the stuff with you, but you couldn’t help yourself in your excitement to show Anakin all of the activities you had planned for you two and the remaining part of the summer.

“Hey.” You whispered loud enough for him to listen to you, but your shortness of breath didn’t go unnoticed by him. He gave you a toothless smile as you sat down in front of him. “I’m sorry I’m late, I was at work and my manager-” You didn’t finish the sentence, instead, your face let him know everything he needed.

“Don’t sweat. I haven’t waited long. Five minutes to be exact.” He checked his phone carelessly.

Oh.

“Training ran long?” You hoped.

“Oh, no, just ran a little late.” He shrugged his shoulders. Like it was of no importance.

At least you felt ashamed for being late. He didn’t seem to carry the same guilt.

Sometimes Anakin did this thing that stung your heart a little. His number one priority had always been him. And when you agreed to try things with him, you knew that was implied in the contract. Part of you had been hoping that you were going to be the reason that changed.

So far, you had failed in your mission.

“Oh, right.” You tried to fake a smile.

“And how’s life outside of work, baby?”

And just like that, your heart felt a little lighter and spark returned to your face. Especially when he reached out to hold your hand and play with your fingers. Especially when he used that nickname that you loved and you hadn’t heard in a while from his lips.

“It’s fine. My summer classes are always boring.” You rolled your eyes, chuckling at the end because he knew how much you hated to take extra courses.

“I told you to give yourself some time off in the summer.” He raised his eyebrow.

“I know, I know…” You huffed. “Actually, I’ve been working on that.” You smiled, turning to your bag and taking some of the things you packed.

Tickets for one of your favorite movies, that he insisted he wanted to watch with you. It made you smile so hard when he had proposed that plan, given that he was aware how much that franchise meant to you.

You also took out some coins for the local fair, the one you two had walked by and promised to do that as your next date.

The brand new control for your gaming console you had just bought to join him in video games because he said he wanted to share that without you. He seemed pretty excited to do that as an activity together and he even listed all of the games you might like.

And right when you were about to take the keys of your summer house out, to hint him that you were ready to take the next step in your relationship, he stopped you.

Anything intimate always made you nervous, even when you two were in the middle of it. It was a very vulnerable space for you and Anakin was your first in many things. It was normal for you to still be adapting to it.

But you wanted to try. For you.

For him.

As a more experienced person than you, Anakin had needs. Needs that you sometimes failed to meet. That even though he was patient, you could feel how your lack of confidence sometimes bugged him. Not in an explicit manner, just… the occasional huff when he tried something experimental in bed or when you started to psych yourself out of the make out session.

Any other person would have already left, but Anakin was your friend first and he was well aware of your uptight personality way before the two of you agreed to be friends with benefits. He knew what he was getting into and he was actually glad to help you experiment with that part of yourself you normally hid.

So your demonstration of being an organized and planning psycho was nothing new to him.

“Hey, hey…” He slowed you down, barely gazing the things on the table and fixing his eyes on yours. “Before you get started, I wanted to talk to you.”

His serious tone alerted you. But you weren’t surprised. Something inside of you had been alerting you all weekend. You thought it was your well-known anxiety. However, this felt unusual. Like his habitual ghosting and lack of response for the past few days meant different things this time.

“Sure.” You took a deep breath, trying to make it not so obvious. “Go ahead.” You nodded with a little smile trying to appear serene.

“So, sorry for not replying to your texts this weekend. I was out in nature, thinking and connecting, you know?” He tilted his head, his eyes looking for some compassion out of you.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” You rushed the words when the silence dipped between you two, part of it your fault because you were too worried with your sinking heart.

You could understand a little impromptu retreat, you only wished it wasn’t right after you did some pretty intimate stuff back at your house. That last day you two crossed more boundaries than ever before. And even though you highly enjoyed it, his absence after that had you feeling nauseous, making you overthink and regret your decision of not giving him your virginity right in that opportunity. Maybe he would have shown more interest if you would have-

“So…Uhm… I think we should stop hanging out.”

Your heart was down by your feet when he pronounced those words. You tried with all your soul to control your trembling hands that lied in between his palms so he didn’t notice how he was ripping you apart. Your irregular breath threatened to put you on blast but you managed to keep it on the low.

“It’s not about you, seriously. I love hanging out with you and spending time with you, among other stuff.” He chuckled lightly, but instead of following his action, you released the breath you were holding. “But I’ve been talking to this girl and I just want to make sure that everything is working out with her. Emotionally.”

The sting in your eyes only grew bigger as you realized how embarrassing and heart shattering this moment was for you. Your cheeks felt hot and tight, something you tried hard to disguise with a breezy exterior.

Like a flash, you remembered the day both of you talked about the rules of your agreement. You kicked yourself mentally when you reminisced of the moment where both of you agreed to let the other one know if they wanted to pursue something with someone else. You had said yes, in the expectation that his constant checking in on you and daily talks was enough proof of interest. Meaning that he would not be looking outside of your “situationship” .

And you agreed, because that was your case. You were interested enough.

“You let me know if you want to see another guy, okay?”

You could almost laugh at such stupid idea. Didn’t he know?

“I think it’s better if we stop talking, so I can figure out things with her.” He scrunched his nose, like he was running out of words.

But how many words do you actually need to let someone know you don’t want them? He didn’t need much more. You’ve gotten the message.

“It’s nothing definitive, but yeah… Let me know if you have any questions.” He gave you a side smile, still fidgeting with your frozen-in-place fingers.

That took you out of the slow motion trance you were in.

“Y-yeah, okay.” You took your hands out of his quickly, blinking quickly into realization. You started to rush everything back in your purse, screaming the word “Stupid!” over and over again in your head while you carried on with a calm expression. “Do not worry about me. No questions on my part. Thanks for letting me know.”

I guess.

“Totally agree with not talking anymore.” You finally stopped for a second after pushing all of the items on your tote bag. He seemed to be analyzing your expression in search of any sign of real approval, because your shy and cold body language wasn’t reassuring him. So you put on your bravest face and forced a smile. “I hope everything turns out great with her.”

Speaking those words felt like hot iron was passing through your throat.

He gave you an honest smile and got up, taking his jacket with him. “Thank you. And thanks for understanding.”

You stayed frozen in place, your purse on your lap with your hands clutching it so hard you could feel your nails through the fabric. You limited yourself to nodding quietly and letting the side of your mouth curve slightly up.

“I’m sorry I can’t stay-” He began explaining his sudden escape.

“Don’t be. Don’t worry about me. ” You dismissed. “I’ll just stay and have lunch.” You took the menu and fixed your gaze on the listed items, anything that wouldn’t be his eyes.

He excused himself off the table politely, leaving you all alone and speechless. You glued your eyes to his back until he exited through the door, begging silently that he would turn around and say something else. Something that would pull you back into his life.

It seemed like that wasn’t his plan.

“I know I shouldn’t look for you for sexual stuff, but can I contact you for friend stuff?”

The text arrived that Saturday at 1am, 5 days later, erasing any progress you had done.

The day of his usual drunken nights.

Right around the time he used to get bored and there wasn't anything left to smoke.

Exactly at the time he would always contact you.

And you?

You were still at the restaurant. Unable to move.

Every day since that day.

Right where he left you.

#star wars anakin #anakin skywalker #star wars #sw anakin #anakin #anakin skywalker smut #fanfic #anakin au #anakin x reader #anakin x you #angst #anakin skywalker angst #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin skywalker one shot #anakin skywalker blog #tcw anakin #situationships

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vandal-flower · 1 year

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Fashion Makes Sense

Ror men react to their s/o wearing bell bottoms for the first time.

Requested Characters: Buddha, Shiva and Sasaki Kojiro

Notes: My first human character for this Fandom.

BUDDHA

• Buddha doesn't involve himself in any modern day fashion trends. It's too much of a hassle for him.

• You care too much about what people think, that you don't focus on yourself.

• But despite that, he is will to go shopping with you. (He only came for the food.)

• You both entered a clothing store that had outfits of different kinds.

• While he sat down on a chair and stared at the different clothes in the area. That is until you showed him a pair of pants.

• Bell Bottoms, you showed him. At its sides, it had cute little details like stars and rabbits. (You had him at rabbit.)

• When you finally put it on and showed him, his eyes were OPENED. (The Second Enlightenment.)

• It fit you so wonderfully, he could help but stare. He wanted to see more. You looked so happy too, so he couldn't help himself but be happy as well.

• Ever since that day, fashion trends are seen in a different light to him.

•Bell Bottoms are a win for Buddha.

"Guess those trends ain't so bad huh."

SHIVA

• Your Local God that sticks with the trends, only the good ones.

• Shopping, dancing, cooking, he's down to try anything new, after all he likes learning new things.

• He dragged you to one of the best clothing stores he knows.

• He is the main reason why you have to try new things. (How lovely of him.)

• The two of you picked a few outfits to try on. He noticed you picked out these pants and wanted you to try them on.

• He is waiting outside the changing room, legs folded and four arms carrying bags. (An Icon🤌.)

• When you exited the changing room, he was fascinated. You outshine everyone person in the room!

• He's even more encouraged to buy you even more clothes to build your self-confidence.

• Shiva's is willing to cut cards for you.

"Magnificent my love, let's try on another one!"

SASAKI KOJIRO

• This old man, we love this old man.

• He honestly doesn't know anything when it comes to clothing.

• To him, just wear what you have, no issue with what you're wearing. (He has been wearing the same clothes for hundreds of years.)

• He doesn't mind tagging along with you when you go shopping, he might learn a thing or two about modern day fashion.

• Entering the clothing store, he sees a wide variety of clothes. (Now he can ditch those raggedy clothes.)

• He wanted you to try on these pants called bell bottoms, to which you agreed.

• He calmly sat on a chair waiting for you, tapping his feet as he waited.

• When you came out of the changing room, you looked so beautiful to him!

• He may not know a lot about modern day fashion, but he somehow found perfect combinations for the pants.

• Making you happy is what he wants and in turn makes him happy.

"Oh, let's try on this one, my dearest!"

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Do you follow the trends?

My inbox is open. Check out my Rules.

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #ror buddha #snv buddha #ror shiva #snv shiva #ror sasaki kojiro #snv sasaki kojiro #vandal-flower

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call-me-a-simp · 11 months

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Heal My Wounds

What's the occasion? (part 24)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship, selfharm, eating disorder

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

It's almost seven and you're sitting on the couch in Finn's living room, waiting unpatiently for your girlfriend to finally arrive.

As you hear the sound of a car driving and stopping you know it has to be her. You jump up and run to the front door which Finn was about to open.

You push past him and run outside. Rhea just got out of the car and is completely unprepared for you jumping into her arms.

"Oh my God, y/n, baby" she laughs and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. "What? I missed you! You just left me" you pout and burry your head in the crook of her neck.

"yeah you got a point there, sorry for that" she chuckles. She adjusts you so you're easier for her to carry around. If it were up to you, she could carry you around all day.

"You mentioned a surprise yesterday" you say and raise your head. "Yes, but first we need to get ready" Rhea smirks. "so you won't tell me what it is?" you plead and look at her with puppy eyes.

"Of course not, it wouldn't be a surprise anymore then" she giggles and kisses you. "but I can tell you this much: we're going to a fancy restaurant"

"Uii" you squeal and hug her tight. "wait but then we have to go back to our place. I don't have anything to wear here" you consider.

"Don't worry, we went shopping for you" Dom grins and holds up a big bag.

Rhea carries you inside and upstairs where Dom puts the bag down in a room and walks out, closing the door behind you two.

Rhea sets you down and goes to reveal what they bought. "I hope you like it" she blushes slightly and pulls out a beautiful, red, off shoulder dress.

You don't even know what to say so you just stare at her and the dress. "What do you think?" she grins at your overwhelm. "I- I don't even know what to say.. I- thank you soo much!"

Rhea smiles and mentions for you to get undressed. You do as she says and try on the dress. It fits perfect! "Damn, look at you"

You brightly smile in the mirror admiring yourself. "I don't know what else to say except thank you all over again" "It's okay don't worry" Rhea chuckles.

"Come on, we'll show the boys and then we need to get going" she says and takes your hand to lead you out the door. She opens it and you're greeted by Dom, Finn and Damian, each of them already dressed in their best suits.

"Will you look at this" Finn grins. "You look really damn pretty y/n" Damian smiles and winks at you. "Yup, made the right choice there" Dom states proudly.

"Okay guys, wait for me real quick, I gotta change too" Rhea says and dissappears back inside the room you just came from.

Five minutes later your all seated in a car on the way to your destination. Your girlfriend decided to wear the black dress she also wore to the hall of fame ceremony.

"Are you excited?" Dom asks and looks at you through the rearview mirror. "Gosh Dom you're so bad at hiding your emotions, especially when you're excited" Rhea complains and you laugh.

"Well, if you're all so secretive then there surely has to be a reason why I should be" you chuckle. "Oh if you knew.." Damian whispers, but you still hear him as he was, once again, sitting next to you.

After about a 20 minutes you arrive. You get out in front of a really expensive looking restaurant. It's really nicely decorated from the outside and even prettier from the inside.

"Damn guys what's the occasion?" you ask stunned. "You'll see love, you'll see" Rhea answers and puts an arm around your waist to guide you to the reserved table.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Can I already take orders for your drinks?" a young man I a suit asks, a pen and a notepad in hand, ready to write.

You all order and the longer you're there the more excited you get. But Rhea wouldn't be Rhea if she wouldn't let you wait even longer..

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Part 24, still not including the surprise but I promise it'll be in part 25, I promise!

Taglist:@babybatlover @legit9thlunaticwarrior @thatonepansexual2000 @nox-fire

#demi bennett #rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #wrestling #wwe x reader #damian priest #dominik mysterio #finn balor #surprise #fancy restaurant #excitement

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brrbrina · 1 year

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necklace

a/n: i love taylor and there´s a lot of references of her in this series, i wanted to write something connecting my two current obsessions lol, i hope you like it!

pairing: jj maybank x reader x joeburrow!obx

warnings: none, english isn´t my first language so bare with me.

It had been almost 8 months since you and JJ broke up, you weren’t sure how it happend it just happend, that’s the funny thing about love, it comes and goes, like the seasons.

JJ Maybank reminded you of sun, waves and salty water, lately thinking about him made you feel lost, not knowing where you belonged. JJ was one of the first guys who made you feel safe, not only at school but outside of it, helping you carry your books and going window shopping meant he would carry your bags afterwards but he didn’t complained, he loved every second of it. He loved seeing you trying on dresses and twirling in them, “Which one do you like more? This one or the pink one” you said coming outside of the changing room you were in, JJ was there, watching you with sparks in his eyes and a smile that was too big to hide “I like the pink one better” he said smiling at you, “I know right, the other one had pockets J” you said in excitement as you turned around and went back to change.

“Look at this shirt J, i love it, it even matches my dress, you need to get it!” you said holding a white shirt with a phrase of color pink in the back, “It’s really cute but i don’t think i can afford it sweets” you appreciated how honest he was with you, his fear of vulnerability had gone away the first time he saw you cry holding you in his arms after a guy had stood you up on a date, that day, he swore to himself he would never let anyone make you feel that way anymore “Come on J! You’re my best friend, i’m buying it for you, besides you fixed my car last week and you didn’t let me pay for it” you said as you pouted “It’s on me, please” you looked at him with puppy eyes “Fine but only because you know how to make me fold” he said “Yay but wait! You need to wear it a the next bonfire, that way we will match, it’s gonna be so cool” you said almost jumping up and down in excitement.

You realized your feelings for him the same night he realized he had feelings for you, you were too afraid to ruin the friendship you had with him, it was so pure and so innocent, he never made you feel uncomfortable or pressured to do something you didn’t want to, that’s mainly the reason you fell for him. “I’m telling you Y/n, he likes you” sarah, your best friend said and you could sense a smile through the phone, “He doesn’t Sarah, and it’s okay really, i don’t feel bad about it” you said looking at your phone with tired eyes, it had been a long week and you really wanted to sleep, “He likes you Y/N, he doesn’t treat me or Kie the same way he treats you, and that says a lot he’s been friends with Kie way before we met him” “Look Sarah, i love you i really do, but i need to get some sleep” you said plugging your phone for it to charge “I’ll talk to you tomorrow okay? Love you, good night” you said waiting for Sarah to say something “Love you Y/n” she said before hanging the phone.

“Guys are you going to the bonfire tonight?” Mya, a girl from your class said while looking so intense at JJ it made you want to fight her, “I don’t think so, or at least I’m not going, we have a huge paper due next week and we haven’t started it, right Y/n?” Pope said, looking at you trying to distract you from Mya, “It’s okay i don’t care, what about you J, you’re going’s right?” she said twirling her hair looking JJ, she wasn’t allowed to call him that, only you could, “Sorry Mya i don’t think i have an option but you have a great time, I’ll see you around” he said before throwing his arms around your shoulders. “Oh shit, i have to go, my pops needs me but i’ll call you guys later today” Pope said looking at the two of you, “It’s okay Pope, the shrimps need you” you said “Ha-ha, very funny Y/n, bye guys” he said before giving you a friendly kiss on the cheek, JJ stared at the two of you, not knowing how he couldn’t have the guts to do the same. “Are you listening to me J? you said snapping his fingers at his face, “Erm, sorry i zoned out, what were you saying?” he looked at you “It’s whatever, don’t worry. Isn’t weird there’s a Methodist right by our school?” you said looking at the church in front of you “Maybe” JJ said “Do you want to get ice cream?” He suggested “Yeah, it’s really hot” you replied. “Lead the way m’lady” he said smiling at you, his Y/N smile as his friends would call it.

jj: do you really not wanna go to the bonfire?

pope: we have to finish this JJ, i told about this project weeks ago

kie: have you guys not finished it yet? it only took 3 days for me an john b to finish it

jj: i know we have that stupid thing pope but we can go, maybe just 3 hours what do you say? kie? john b? maybe even sarah is going 😏

john b: i don’t think she’s going, she said y/n had things to do and she was going with her

jj: what thing?

john b: i don’t know man, you should ask her

That message left JJ’s mind wondering, were you too busy you couldn’t tell your friend your plans for the day? Or maybe it was the fact that all he could think about was you, it was definitely a part of himself that felt like a little kid, but not in a bad way, he never let himself dream too much about a future with you, he knew you were different, ever since he met you in the 9th grade you told him about your dreams, finish high school, get a scholar ship for photography at LSU, get a business degree, start a business and the flow like water, you weren´t sure if you wanted to come back to the outer banks, “I just feel like there´s so much more i can do with my life, and i don´t know if this town can give everything i need” that´s what you told your parents one time, your family dynamic wasn´t the most normal one, you weren´t a pogue but you never felt like a kook, if there was a middle point in that you were sure you were trapped there but you couldn´t complain, your parents grew up as pogues but worked their asses off when you were little so they could give you a different lifestyle than the one they grew uo having. That’s why JJ was scared, he knew he couldn´t be what you needed, it didn´t helped the fact that he felt like everytime he did something right it was overshadow by something wrong his dad had done before he was even born. He soon learned to let go of the people he loved even if it meant letting them go for good, he wasn´t scared of losing people, he was only scared of losing you.

“If i say i´ll go to the bonfire tonight, will you wear the shirt i gifted you?” you said while looking at your laptop screen waiting for an email to pop up in your notification center, “Yes!” he said very excited “I mean, yes, if that would make you happy” he said while trying to contain his excitement. “What time are you picking me up?” “Um” he said nervous, picking you up? As in a date? “I’ll pick you up at 8” he said nervously “Great i’ll see you here, bye j” you said hanging the phone and smiling, you closed your computer with half an admission later wrote, you had a year left but you need to get this done. You weren´t harming anyone, you were excited for your future and you were sure your friend would support any decision you would make. After a few hours passed and you got ready , you heard a ring on the door by the time you got down stairs, your dad and JJ having a chat you decided to over heard, “So JJ, do you know which college you´re applying to?” you herd your dad, causing you to shut your eyes and hope JJ wouldn´t take this the bad way, you knew he wasn´t going to college, it wasn´t in his plans and you weren´t sure if he even had a plan after finishing high school, “Uhm” JJ said clearing his throat “I´m not going sir” he said scared of your dad´s reaction “Hm, interesting” your dad replied “I´m here” you said trying to ease the tension in the room “Shall we? “Yeah um yeah let´s go” JJ said looking at you with stars in his eyes “Don´t bring her home too late okay JJ? I´m trusting you my life right now” your dad said “Bye dad” you said giving him a hug “Bye sir, i´ll bring her in one piece” he said waving goodbye to your dad and letting you lead the way.

#jj maybank #jj mayback x reader #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank angst #joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow fluff #joe burrow angst

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munsonsamoureuse · 2 years

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the good die young, but heros never die?

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Word Count: 1187

POV: You’re at home when Eddie brings home a friend.

Clad only in some shorts and your boyfriend's hellfire club tee shirt, you sat in the kitchen with a cup of tea waiting for said lover-boy to return home.

Eddie Munson was the love of your life, you two had dated since middle school and stayed together even as he got held back one or twice, and you wouldn't change him for the world.

The rattling of the door alerted you to your boyfriend's arrival.

“Honey I'm Homeeeee!” Eddie's voice carried through the door as it swung open.

“and I brought a VERY special guest!” He sang as he let Chrissy Cunningham in the door before running over to kiss you on the cheek.

“Chrissy! How have you been, baby!!” Your eyes light up as you hug the petite girl, still clad in her cheer uniform as always. You doted on her a bit as Eddie ran off to dig up the goods for Chrissy.

“I’ve been better, Eddie said you’d be here though and I wanted to get something from him so I couldn't say no to coming over.” She shyly replied while looking around the room.

Chrissy Cunningham was the last person you'd expect to be buying from Eddie, love him to death, but you were in no place to judge, we all have our vices and Chrissy was a sweetheart nonetheless. Chrissy was only two or three years younger than you but you had known her almost her whole life.

Your families had been neighbors growing up and had attended some of school together for almost your whole life. You had spent plenty of time together outside of school as well even though you both came from different ‘cliques’ as your moms were good friends. Shopping and getting your nails done together, hell she had even helped you pick out your senior prom dress.

“Well babe if you ever need someone to talk to I’m almost always here, maybe we could go get our nails done or something?” You smiled as she nodded enthusiastically, already saying how she wanted to get her nails done red because of something her boyfriend said last time.

Chrissy had always had problems at home and to you her mother did always seem like the overbearing type anyway. Chrissy had confided in you a few times over your friendship, though the girl bottled up her feelings too much for your liking, so you tried to always play older sister for her as much as you could. With college you had been away from home too much or trying to spend as much time with Eddie the last few years so you hopped maybe with some girl time she'd open back up again.

“Alright, let me go check where Eddie boys at with the good, god knows whats taking him so long.” You smiled as the girl nodded and walked back to Eddie’s room to check on him.

You saw Eddie pull a baggie of white pills out from God knows where honestly and frowned a bit.

“Ed” you whispered “Did she ask for these? Are you sure you should be giving Chrissy anything more than the weed, I mean it's Chrissy baby.” you say folding your arms over your chest as you stare at the bag in his hands. A joint or two sometimes was one thing but this seemed out of charter.

“I mean she seems to be going through it babe and she asked me for something a little stronger.” Eddie replied. “These are light in comparison to anything else I could get her and I have them on hand, they will just help her relax. Maybe we can talk to her and see what's up. She was saying some crazy fucking shit in the woods today babe.” Eddie said and he pulled you into a short lived hug.

“You two spending some time together might be a good thing too, you need some girl time from hanging out with me at the boys all fucking day. Plus I know how much you've missed her since you started college.” You laughed as Eddie led you back out to the living room again.

“Here we are- Chrissy?” Both of your hearts dropped at the sight before you. Running over Chrissy you grabbed either side of her face and examined her.

Chrissy’s eyes were rolled back in her head as she stood frozen, almost as if she was possessed. Your heart beat sped up as you shook the girls shoulders, trying you best not to panic.

“Chrissy!! Chrissy Wake Up!!!” Eddie yelled as he snapped his fingers in front of her face.

“Chrissy baby, are you okay, can you say anything?” your frantic voice cracked as you tried to get the girl's attention. You felt like you could puke right then and there.

“Chrissy I don't LIKE THIS!! Chrissy Wake UPP.” Eddie’s voice stressed further as you both tried to wake the girl when suddenly her entire body levitated off the ground and hit the trailer ceiling.

Both you and Eddie hit the ground screaming. Eddie grabbed your body and dragged you backwards trying to shield you from whatever was doing this to Chrissy.

Both you and Eddie screamed as every bone in Chrissy’s body snapped, her fingers curling in on themselves and her jaw snapping. You were definitely gonna puke now, you could feel your body jump with every snap of the poor girl's body.

Eddie dragged you towards the door as Chrissy’s lifeless body hit the floor with a heart dropping thud, both of you still absolutely terrified by the sight in front of you.

Eddie swept you up, still screaming, and practically threw you in the passenger side of his van while tears streamed down your face. You were extremely nauseous at this point. You felt like the whole world was spinning as you tried to process what just happened while Eddie hopped in the driver seat and started the van.

“Chri- Chrissy. Chrissy.” Your voice shuddered as your body trembled.”She. She just, she just fucking. Oh my god.” You couldn't even think of words to describe what just happened to your childhood friend.

“What the Fuck. What the Fuck was that. What the fuck just happend.” Eddie’s voice shook as he tore out of the trailer park, driving god knows where.

You sat shell shocked as the sight replayed in your head over and over again. Memories of Chrissy and you growing up together flashed through your mind. All the times you've hung out with her or seen her around school. She was dead. Not only dead but god.

“We're going to Rick’s. I can’t go home. God what if they think we had something to do with that. Babe this is fucked.” Eddie’s voice shook. The car fell into silence. Chrissy’s lifeless body flashed before his eyes.

As you both sat reliving the traumatic events that just happened Eddie reached over and took your hand. You leaned into his shoulder as you silently cried over the loss of your dear friend.

Both your worlds had been turned upside down.

AUTHORS NOTE:

Just a little Eddie Fic I thought of the other day. Hope you guys enjoy.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson my beloved

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soft-candyz · 2 years

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Sweet sweet Cake

Pairing: Yeonjun x Fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, Very Suggestive towards the end

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: none!

Walking the snowy streets of Seoul, you hugged yourself in your warm jacket, carrying around heavy and colorful shopping bags containing new clothes.

Winter was already here - and even though you really loved the scenery of the beautiful city you lived in covered in snow - you couldn't really bear the cold that came with it.

"Look who decided to finally leave her cozy room to actually go outside. I almost can't believe my eyes."

Turning around to the playful voice, you found yourself face to face with none other than Yeonjun, looking you up and down with a sarcastic smirk on his lips.

"I could say the same about you, Yeonjun! What are you even doing here? Should I remind you how bad your cold got last week? Are you trying to get sick again?"

His smirk became a genuine smile, happy to know that you were concerned for his health.

"Hehe - he chuckled - I was just going to the grocery store when I saw you walking around like a cute little penguin... Looks like you might need some help with those. Here." he said, carefully lifting three of those heavy bags from you arms.

You happily thanked him.

"The grocery store? Are you planning on cooking something special?"

"Yes! Since this is my last free day and I have the dormitory all to myself, I decided I wanted to experiment a little with some kind of dessert. I found a cool recipe for a cake online, I just don't have all the ingredients back home, so, here I am." he shrugged his shoulders.

You two kept walking, you slightly behind him.

You felt your mouth watering.

Thinking about it, you didn't had any breakfast that morning.

"Really? You want to make a cake? Flavor?"

Yeonjun turned around, slyly smiling.

"Strawberries and cream."

You stopped, eyes slightly widening.

Now you were really hungry.

"I love strawberries..."

"Oh, I know you do."

Building up some courage, you walked ahead, dragging him by his cold hand.

"Well then, what are we waiting for? Off to the grocery store we go!"

↫♡↬

Stepping into the store you could feel your muscles relax as the warmth of the place spread trough your body.

"You know, you could really use some gloves." Yeonjun joked, squeezing your hand that was still entwined with his.

Adverting your gaze, you felt your cheeks heat up.

"Your hands are just as cold! I'm going to take a cart, you can wait here." you added, trying to change topics.

↫♡↬

Yeonjun began gathering all the ingredients he needed; sugar, flour, vanilla, sour cream.

And then, here they were; strawberries.

They seemed so delicious.

You had been silent for a while when he suddenly spoke "Was that your stomach grumbling just now?"

Your cheeks heated up again.

Immersed in your thoughts about how good those strawberries would be, you didn't even hear your own stomach.

"I-I ...think so... yes... but it's all your fault! My mouth was watering just looking in the cart!"

Yeonjun laughed amused then he moved his face closer to yours.

"I have an idea" he whispered.

"What are you doing?" he didn't answer and with that small smile still on his lips, he checked around, as if to be sure that no one was watching you.

"You know y/n, you should never ignore an hungry girl."

He reached into the cart and took a strawberry.

"Here we go. Open up."

Bringing the red fruit to your mouth you blushed even more.

"Yeonjun! We shouldn't do this! At least not before we paid for them...."

"Well then, this is going to be our little secret" he replied, giving you a wink.

You shyly opend your mouth accepting his offer and, though still a little hesitant, took a bite.

"You ain't finishing the rest? Food shouldn't be wasted like this!"

You shook your head in embarrassment. "No thanks... I'm good."

Yeonjun, shrugged and ate the rest of the strawberry. "Here we go! Done! Now there is no evidence of our little crime. Even though your face as red as the strawberries is very suspicious, y/n."

Playfully nudging him to the side you laughed "You should go back to your job as a chef!"

He smiled again "Yes, boss!"

↫♡↬

Done with your groceries, you two reached his dormitory.

"I'm back!" Yeonjun shouted, opening the door, but there was no answer.

"Really? No one is home yet? Well, at least we get to cook in peace. Beomgyu can be really loud when he wants to be."

Once in the kitchen, you began to take out the ingredients from the bags while Yeonjun took some utensils from the cabinets.

"I don't think it will take long. My knowledge as a chef tells me... about .... 33 minutes!"

"Good! I'm way too hungry to be able to wait any longer than that!"

"My, my, a little impatient aren't we, y/n?" Yeonjun said, teasing you.

And so you began your work.

↫♡↬

As you were done with the eggs and the dough, Yeonjun finished making a strange cream with various ingredients.

"Do you like pink?"

"Mh... yeah? - you nodded - I think it is a very pretty color."

"Very good, because it looks like the cake will turn out to be completely pink. Look here"

The strange cream in his bowl had turned completely pink.

"Oh! The dough should be ready by now! We just need to assemble it and put it in the oven!" he mentioned, putting down the bowl.

"Really!? We're basically done!" you exclaimed happily.

"Yes! So, do you want to take care of the decorations?" he questioned you.

"Can I? Are you sure I won't ruin it?"

"No you won't, and even if you did, in the end we are still going to eat it, ugly decorations and all, so it doesn't matter, really." he smiled.

Done with the circular base of the cake, completely covered with the pink cream, Yeonjun handed you the sour cream and some strawberries.

"Here you go. Have fun."

You began by lightly spreading the cream, then placing some strawberries on the side; lastly you cut one and formed a smiley face with the various pieces.

Yeonjun put an elbow on the table and rested his chin on his hand, observing you.

Not only your hands, busy making the cake pretty, but your face as well, eyebrows slightly tense with concentration.

"What are you looking at?"

You asked once you were done.

"I was just thinking that you have some cream on your cheek." he said.

"Do I? Where?" you reached your face but felt nothing.

"Here!"

With a quick movement, Yeonjun smudged your nose with some cream, giggling satisfied.

You gasped "Yeonjun! What the hell are you doing! You will pay for this!"

You went for the counterattack, only managing to dirty his hair a bit.

"My reflexes are very good y/n! Surely better than yours!"

"Yeah, I can see that!" you replied irritated but also amused by the situation.

Suddenly Yeonjun stopped.

"Ah look, you have some cream here now."

"If you believe that I'm dumb enough to fall into the same trap twice, you are very wrong Yeonjun!"

He smiled, getting closer.

"But this time I'm not kidding."

Slowly, getting even closer to you, glancing down at your lips.

He whispered

"See? It's right... here."

Your lips softly touched.

Just for a moment.

Your eyes widened a bit, stunned as Yeonjun broke away from you but still standing very close.

"Ah, and there's a little bit more here..."

he kissed your cheek

"and here ..."

he went down to your neck, leaving a quick kiss, his hands keeping you in place by the hips.

Your face was now completely red and both of your breaths were heavy.

Yeonjun draw back from you once again, but this time you were the one to bring him back, taking his hand in yours and pulling him towards you to give him another kiss on his soft and plump lips, longer than the one before.

Parting your lips, he deepened the kiss.

He could still taste the sweet but sour flavor of strawberries on your tongue.

You broke away from each other, but he just couldn't get enough of you.

He took your face in his hands.

"Can I?" he asked.

You gently nodded even though you didn't really know what to expect.

The only thing you could think of right now was Yeonjun.

His strong perfume intoxicating your mind, his hands roaming up and down your back.

Yeonjun unbuttoned the top button of your shirt, slowly guiding you until your back hit the edge of the table, where the freshly finished cake remained intact.

He took you by the hips, lifting you so that you could sit down.

Nuzzling in your neck, hovering his mouth on your skin, pulling your body closer to his.

Shivering at the feeling, your back arched against your will.

He chuckled deeply, very amused with each and every single one of your reactions.

Lowering his face with your collarbone, he wanted to leave a mark on you.

"You are so sweet..." he mumbled, nibbling your skin until he saw a purplish and red hickey.

With one hand Yeonjun held you firmly by the hips, while the other explored your body from under the shirt.

"So...so sweet..." he whispered out of breath.

Suddenly the sound of a key turning in the lock interrupted you.

Yeonjun quickly backed away gasping for air as you quickly scrambled down the table, buttoning up your shirt.

"I'm back!" Beomgyu's voice ringed through the house.

"Oh! Yeonjun! Y/n! What are you two doing here?"

Yeonjun cleared his throat "Ah... yes... look! We made a cake! Here it is."

Beomgyu looked at the cake excitedly "Woow, it looks delicious! Can I take bite? "

"Of course!" you replied, now washing your hands in the small sink.

"Well then, I'm going to wash my hands as well, I'll be right back!"

Beomgyu walked away towards the bathroom.

When Yeonjun was sure that his friend couldn't hear him, he leaned towards you, now washing some bowls you used before. He sneaked his hands around your waist, pulled your lower back close to him, giving you a quick peck on the neck.

Then he whispered

"You know we are not done yet, right, darling?"

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#yeonjun x reader #yeonjun imagines #txt x reader #yeonjun smut #txt imagines #txt smut #txt scenarios #yeonjun suggestive #yeonjun scenarios #Nyx is writing...

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undressmewithyoureyes · 8 months

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Let There Be Light - Chapter Eighteen

The sun making its way into the suit woke you up. A faint whimper formed in your throat to not waking up against him. Your head pounded and nausea sat dormant in your stomach. Remnants of last night plagued your mind – the good, the bad and the almost. The door to the suit clicked and he walked in. You go to sit up only to realize your robe was at the end of the bed, draped across like a blanket. You pull the white sheets up to your chest.

“Did we-“Blood rushed to your cheeks at the thought of it and jealousy hinted at your mind not being able to remember.

“Negative” he cut you off. He was carrying a tray with a silver dome in the center and a glass of orange juice beside it. A black shopping bag hung from his wrist. He approached you, setting the tray in front of you on the bed. “I figured you’d have a hangover. I went and got your favorite.” Your soft eyes met his. He lifts the metal dome, “Bacon.”

The smoky applewood smell filled your nostrils and nausea was soon replaced with hunger. This outgoing gesture of his really touched you, and completely threw you off, a small red rose rested at the top of the tray. You pick it up, looking at him and then back at the rose. It was fresh and when you brought it up to your nose, the smell was faint but sweet. A small smile formed on your face, “Thank you” you told him softly.

He didn’t respond. A giddy feeling invaded your body and Soaps words reminded you of the conversation you two had last night. You felt like Ghost wanted to show vulnerability, but he had been fucked over so much that when he feels like he vulnerable, he walls up his emotions. “I need to go around town to pick up some things for tonight.” Your voice breaks the silence.

“Laswell is here and is waiting on you. I told her you would be down in a few minutes”. He puts the black bag on the bed beside you. You eye the bag cautiously, “Its clothes, so you’re not walking around sticking out in your gear.”

“You bought me clothes?” you ask as he walks towards the door.

“Laswell.” Ghost was a man of few words at times.

“And the breakfast?” you press on.

“From me” he continues walking until he opens the door. Right before he walks out, you hear one last thing, “The rose too.” Click and he was gone.

Those last words made your breath hitch. “He cares for you.” Soaps words rang in your head. You shake the thoughts and reach over to the black bag and pull out a pair of ripped jeans and a black body suit. You quickly change and put on your black boots, making them compliment your outfit.

You head out of the room and down to the lobby. Laswell was sitting on one of the couches when you approached.

“Harley.” Her tone neutral.

“Laswell” you mirror.

She gets off the couch and leads you outside to the black SUV that you arrived in. She gets into the driver seat and for once, you were able to sit up front.

“Have anything in mind?” she asks trying to make conversation.

“What is the attire? I’m assuming sleek and ‘I have money’.”

“Precisely and I know just the place.” The SUV turns down different streets and the conversation between Laswell and you were kept at a minimum. The SUV stops in front of a high-end store. You get out and meet her at the revolving door.

The store was a millionaires wife dream. Designer dresses, diamonds and other jeweled jewelry, wine and anything else that stated ‘My job is spending my husbands money while he cheats on me’. Your hands finger the fabric of the different dresses, and your eyes catch a few of the bracelets in the jewelry case.

“Any specific colors?” you ask Laswell.

“Not to my knowledge, but you can never go wrong with black.” She’s not wrong. When in doubt, wear black.

All the dresses you laid eyes on where too gaudy. They were drawing too much attention and with the plan you had in mind, too much attention would not be good. Anxiety crept inside you again because you were running out of time. Minutes felt like hours, and you only have four hours left until you have to be there. You scanned the store about to lose all hope until your eyes landed on a dress.

You head towards the back of the store and the dress was displayed on a mannequin. It shimmered when the light hit it just right, but not too much. Spaghetti straps hugged the shoulders of the fabrics faux of a person. The dress was tight but hugged all the curves in the right places. A slit up the right side of the dress went from the hip and the rest of the way down near the floor. The front of dress was cut into a low ‘V’ that stopped at your sternum below the breasts. You circle around and the back was completely open, and the back sat at the top of your ass. Dangerously low. It was sexy. It would draw his attention. It was perfect. It was a deep red that reminded you of the rose Ghost got you this morning.

“This one.” Laswell eyes you and back to the dress when you tell her this.

You finally break eye contact from the dress and look at her. She gives a smile and nods in approval.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” One of the store employees asks in her best English voice. She was French, but she tried her best.

“Yes” Laswell says to her. “This dress.”

“What size do you need?” The saleswoman asked you.

“Either a 6 or an 8”

She gave a warm smile, “How about I grab both and you let me know which one fits best?”

“That would be great” you tell the kind woman. Hope took away the anxiety and you felt that revenge was right there at your grasp.

The woman brings out both dresses and walks you to a dressing room. You try on both dresses and the size 8 fits you perfectly. You were stunned at the dress. It was as if the dress was made for you.

You put your other clothes back on and walk out the dressing room with a wide smile on your face. You walk around the store for twenty more minutes picking out shoes and jewelry. Once you got everything you felt like you needed, you walk out the store and get back in the SUV.

“Is there a makeup or beauty store around here?” you ask Laswell.

She nods and drives off. After about fifteen minutes, she pulls in front of another store. “Ill be right out.” You get out and shut the door. Time was dwindling down, and you needed to get back and get ready. You finally finish up at the beauty store and you both make your way back to the hotel.

Laswell offered to help you take up your three bags, but you declined. You were in a rush and needing to get ready. “Hope everything goes good for you Harley” she tells you.

“Aren’t you going to be around for this?” you asked her confused.

“No. I have other matters, but I trust you and the rest of the team will get the job done.” She turns on heel and walks out the door. You stood in the lobby for a few more seconds not knowing what the fuck just happened. For once, she sounded like she was sincere.

The elevator felt like it took forever and when the door finally opened, you nearly ran for the suite door. You knocked on the door fast and loud until Ghost opened the door. You push by him and head towards the bedroom and throw the bags on the bed.

“I need you to leave.” Your chest heaving up and down from running and anxiety. You see the confused look on his face, “I just need some privacy.”

He nods and walks out the room. You wait until you hear the door click and empty out all the bags. The clock on the wall read 1600 and you had just under three hours to get ready. The first task was your hair. You knew the blonde hair would be too risky, so you grabbed a couple boxes of black hair dye. This would be something new since your blonde hair was natural, but giving the circumstances, you were ready for a new start.

You eyed the back of the box and followed the instructions. The color develops into the bottle as you shake it. Taking a nervous breath, you position the bottle at the top of your head and squeeze. Dark liquid embraced your blonde locks and clung to your hair like glue. The process was fairly simple and what took the most was waiting for the color to develop.

The dye darkened and really turned black the longer it sat on your hair and as you looked into the mirror, the color really brought out your green eyes. They popped and seemed more vibrant. After about thirty to forty minutes, you turn the shower on – rinse your hair and wash. You almost didn’t recognize yourself in the mirror when you stepped out the shower, but the dark hair suited you better. You were a dark person and felt like you were embracing this new you.

After a couple of hours of maintenancing, you slipped into your dress, careful to not rip the thin straps over your shoulders. You had fixed your hair to resemble a wet look and slicked the top of it back, but the rest of your hair hung low down your back straight. You went dark with eye makeup – dark grey and black eyeshadow with black winged eyeliner. Applying the false black lashes was a task, but you were satisfied with the way everything turned out. A shade of dark red lipstick matched your dress and the black six-inch stilettos with red bottoms matched your attire. You place a gold choker around your neck, but it wasn’t your traditional choker - it was two skull hands that wrapped themselves around your throat. One final look in the mirror, and you were set.

A faint nauseous feeling formed in your stomach as you made your way down towards the elevator. Laswell told you in the car that there would be a limousine waiting for you at 1845 and the team would be in there waiting. The elevator doors open, and you make your way into the lobby and towards the front doors. Your heels clicked against the marble floors reminding you just how bad of a bitch you actually were.

The doorman opens the door and just as Laswell said, a black limo was out front. You walk towards the limo, open the door, and climb in. The limo was packed with the team on the opposite side when you opened the door, they couldn’t be seen. Wide set eyes were on you when you looked up.

“What?” you ask.

Your cheeks flushed when you realized that everyone was scanning your body. You look down at yourself and notice that the slit in your dress had ridden up when you sat going past your hip, indicating that you were not wearing any panties. The low cut of the front of the dress also indicated that you weren’t wearing a bra, although your boobs looked amazing in this dress.

When you look back up, your eyes lock onto his and you read a mixture of lust and jealousy. The familiar heat between your legs came back and you couldn’t have made it more obvious when you squeezed your thighs together.

The sexual tension in the limo was interrupted from Price clearing his throat, “Harley, here is the earpiece that we need you to wear. It’s an open line since you wont have a button to press the comms to talk to us. We will be here to guide you and listen out if we need to come get you”.

You nod your head and notice that Gaz and Soaps eyes keep eyeing your body. “Wait, I don’t have a mask!”.

Ghost leans up and hands you a box. Your eyes lock onto his and you take it from him. The box was black and elegant, tied with a black bow. You pull the end of the bow and watch it as it unravels. You open the lid and set it beside you. Black tissue paper filled the inside of the box and buried under the paper was a black mask. You pick it up and stare at it with awe.

“LT picked it out” you hear Soap tell you.

You hand the mask back to Ghost, “Can you put it on me?” you ask in a low voice.

He moves from his seat and sits beside you. Goosebumps formed on your skin when you felt his fingers brush against your shoulder to reach around and place the mask on your face. Your hands held the mask as he tied the black silk ribbon behind your head. When he was finished, you turned to face him and the hunger in his eyes became more intense.

You felt the limo come to a stop and Ghost moved back over to his side of the limo with the rest of the guys. Paparazzi cameras flashed outside the black tinted windows. The muffled chatter of everyone soon became overbearing when the door to your limo opened. A hand awaited you. You slid towards the door, taking the mysterious hand, and exiting out of the limousine. A deep breath relieved itself from your lungs and you knew, you were ready.

#gaz cod #john price #price #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #ao3 fanfic #captain price #fanfic #john soap mactavish #simon riley x reader

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sleep-deprivedracoon · 2 years

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Tell it to my heart

Here's to the one with the scorching stare of love, blood, and vengeance. Eyes killer cold, blue and bare.

pairing: Gojo Satoru x f! reader AU - Mafia

warnings: angst, implied abuse, injuries, blood, alcohol, death, suicide, drug usage, addict, recovery, smut, gore, violence, trauma, guns, abuse, sex, overstimulation, rape threats, murder

Author’s note: This fanfiction is going to be a slow build story with an irregular upload scheme. I am not sure when I will be able to update. I might upload multiple chapters in a single week or not upload for a few weeks. It depends on what my daily schedule is and it is very dynamic. This story is for a mature audience and will have a lot of problematic themes. If this is triggering to you, please refrain from interacting with this story. The content warning is for the entire story and not just for this chapter. Again, I cannot emphasize enough, this is a slow burn story. In this story, you will find some changes in mannerisms among characters. Gojo Satoru will be smoking and drinking. Yuji and Sukuna will be 2 different people but are related by blood. The main reason is, I do not see Yuji being part of a Mafia unless he had no other choice. The cursed spirits will be human in appearance.

Chapter 10 – Envy

Back in your room, you look at all the shopping bags you had carried with you. Gojo had one job. One job. To get you a pair of clothes to go back home. Instead, it seemed like he went on a shopping spree. His reasoning – You’ll need these for the trip.

You open a suitcase and begin packing. You were asked to pack for a week. You put in your clothes and then peep into the shopping bags that Gojo gave. Dresses, Bikini, Lingerie, make up… Everything you could think of was there including flip-flops and sunscreen. You looked at the bikini and lingerie he shopped for you and blushed. Some of these lingerie’s left very little to the imagination. You discretely pack them up and close your suitcase. For your flight, you took a small laptop bag which fit your laptop, tablet, some files, your passport, and 2 books. You dressed in a pair of leggings and a hoodie. As usual, you tied your hair into a ponytail and wore running shoes. While dressing up, you notice several marks on your body. You curse at the platinum-haired menace for screwing you over like this.

“Yo, are you done packing???” You hear Sukuna outside your door.

“Yes!! I am coming.” You pick up your suitcase and walk out of your room.

“So… I am bringing the boys with me…” Sukuna rubs the back of his head. “Since it isn’t mob business and all.”

“The boys?” You raise your eyebrow.

“Yeah, the Fushiguro brat and my brother. Thought they could use a vacation.”

“If it isn’t mob-related, why are you coming?” You cross your arm.

“Because I am Gojo’s head of security. Duh.” Sukuna rolls his eyes.

“As long as they aren’t in any danger, that’s fine by me.” You close the door behind you.

“Let me carry this.” Sukuna picks up your suitcase and walks ahead.

“I can do that myself, you know.” You try to match his pace.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. We’re going to go in 3 cars. 1st car would be Me and the brats with a driver. The car in the middle would be Gojo and you with one of my men and the car behind would be 3 of my men.” He explains as the two of you get down the staircase. “We’ll be meeting Utahime and her men at the airbase.”

“Utahime is joining as well?” Your ears perk up at her name.

“Yes, she’s mostly in charge of business operations and new ventures.” He pushes the main door open and you see 3 cars waiting in the front yard.

You head to the car in the middle to see Gojo already in the backseat, working on his laptop. You enter the car and sit on the other side of him.

“All set?” He asks without looking at you.

“Yeah.” You nod.

“Good. I know we’re there for business but try to have fun when you can, yeah?” He looks away from his screen for a split second to smile at you.

“Okay, boss!” You salute and giggle at him as the car begins to move forward.

The ride to the airbase was quiet. You were busy sorting and setting up Gojo’s schedule for the week in Melbourne. Most of his evenings were free. You assumed that Utahime’s schedule would be similar to his in some manner.

The car pulls over a little away from the charter plane. You get off the car and Gojo follows.

“Oi (y/n)! This is perfect! We can now move your practice to the ocean.” Yuji raises his thumb at you.

“Um. No thanks..” You refuse. You weren’t going to swim on the beach for two reasons. One, you were not confident with your skills, and two, because of all the hickeys Gojo left on your breasts and thighs.

“Yeah, brat! Let her relax, she can probably sunbathe or something while you goof off on the beach.” Sukuna smacks Yuji’s head.

Soaking up some sun did sound good to you but it was out of the question.

“Looks like they’re here,” Megumi mumbles as you see two cars approach the plane.

The cars stop a few meters away from the plane. Utahime gets out of the car and 3 men follow suit. You groan internally as you see Shin was one of the men with Utahime. You see him grin at you and you smile back at him to be polite.

Sukuna nudges you with his elbow and smirks at you and you roll your eyes at him.

“You’re late, Utahime. Come on, don’t keep me waiting like this.” Gojo teases her.

“Shut up, you annoying idiot.” She shakes her head and hugs you. “I am glad that you’re joining. I won’t have to deal with him all by myself.”

“Meanie.” Gojo sticks his tongue out at her.

“Hello (y/n)!” Shin smiles at you, showing off his dimples.

“Hello, Shin!” You greet him back.

Gojo ushers all of you to enter the plane and take a seat. You enter the plane to see Gojo sitting with Utahime. They had to discuss some plans and wanted to make the most of their time. Sukuna sat with one of his men and towards your left, Yuji and Megumi sat together. They had their phones out and were playing some multiplayer game.

You take a seat by them on the opposite side of the aisle. You sat by the window and plugged in your headphones. The pilot makes a few announcements about the weather and the arrival time. You put on your seatbelt and start playing some music. The plane takes off the runway and is soaring among clear blue skies. You unbuckle your seatbelt as the sign goes off and pull out a book to read. You didn’t know how long it had been since you had been flying. You felt a tap on your shoulder. Startled, you pull out your headphones and look at the person who interrupted you.

“Oh, Shin! Is everything okay?” You close your book after placing a bookmark.

“Mind if I sit here for a while? I had something to talk to you about.” He looked at the empty seat beside you.

“Um.. Yeah… Sure..” You reply.

He takes a seat beside you and sighs. “About last night… I am sorry, (y/n). I was drunk. You looked uncomfortable around Yabe and me. I am sorry you felt that way. I didn’t mean to pressurize you, I just wanted to help you unwind. I felt like you could use it.”

“Uhh…” You weren’t sure how to respond to his apology.

“I know better now. Can we… Can we just pretend that it didn’t happen? I would like to start over. We were having such a great time getting to know each other.” He looked at you with hopeful eyes. It was like watching a puppy.

“Yeah, I guess.” You sigh. “I mean, yeah I think I can look past it.”

“Great! I am really happy to hear you say that. I really like you and would like to see where this goes.” He reaches for your hand.

You pull your hand away from him. “Shin, I am not… I am not looking for anything. I think you’re a nice guy and I would appreciate it if we could be just friends.”

“Oh… Oh… Yeah… That works for me. I am sorry for coming off as too forward.” He rubs the back of his head. “We can be friends.”

“That’s fine. I am just making things clear.” You smile.

“If you don’t mind me asking, is it something that I did? I mean we were hitting it off so well.” He asks.

“Oh no no.. It is just me. I am not ready for anything serious in my life right now.” You reassure him.

“Why is that?” He tilts his head.

“I mean… Uh…” You try to phrase it in a way that did not give it away. After all, you agreed to Gojo’s condition. “It’s just that I have a lot on my plate right now. I am not in the headspace for it.”

“Understandable… Unfortunate, but understandable.” He sighs.

“I am sorry.” You mumble.

“Don’t be. You are honest. I respect that.” He smiles. “So you were telling me about your college degree, tell me more about it.” He digressed.

The two of you talk about your lives for a while and he leaves to use the washroom. You stretch in your seat. You were tired, and you leaned your head against the window and close your eyes for a bit.

The plane hitting the tarmac woke you up. You found yourself nuzzled against Shin’s shoulder. You quickly move away and look around. You were disoriented as the plane moved along the runway. You looked down to see that your seatbelt was fastened.

“You were asleep and we were about to land, so I .. I hope you don’t mind.” Shin explains.

“Thanks, you should have woken me up.” You try to set your hair.

He doesn’t respond back. The plane slowly comes to a halt. You are seated for a few more minutes before you get the signal to leave. It was already dark outside.

Shin leaves first and then you follow him. You see multiple cars waiting for all of you on the runway.

“We’re going to use the same formation that we used before.” Sukuna orders all the staff. “unless, (y/n), wants to change her seat.” He winks at you.

“I am fine.” You glare at him. He was being a child. You glance at Gojo who was busy texting on his phone. He looked expressionless.

You enter the car and Gojo sits on the other side.

“Slept well?” Gojo smirks. “That shoulder did look pretty comfortable, didn’t it (y/n)?”

“Shutup…” You roll your eyes.

“I mean, I am sure he enjoyed it. You didn’t forget our terms, did you?” He places his hand on your thigh.

“I know what they are. I told him that he and I are just friends.” You quickly explain.

“I don’t think he got that message.” He chuckles. “If he bothers you too much, let me know.”

“Yeah, I will.” You sigh.

“What’s my schedule like for tomorrow?” He puts his phone back into his pocket as his hand on your thigh squeezes you.

“Um. Nothing except a phone call with Naoya Zennin at 10.00 am.” You look at his calendar on the iPad.

“Perfect. The weather is going to be great tomorrow. We can all relax at the beach.” He grins. “Can’t wait to see you in those clothes that I got.”

“Uh.. yeah… You guys can carry on. I am not coming.” You lock the iPad.

“Why not? You don’t have to swim. You can sit far away from the beach and look pretty for me.” He winks.

“Because you marked me with hickeys all over.!!” You rub your eyebrow.

“You bruise that easily?” His eyes widen. “You should have told me that before. You really are a peach.”

“How was I supposed to know all of this would happen?” You roll your eyes. “Listen, you guys carry on. I’ll just binge on something in the hotel room. There’s no point in not enjoying good weather.”

“If you say so.” He shrugs and gets back to texting

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The next few days pass by with Gojo and you sneaking off into each other’s hotel rooms at night. Your lust for each other was insatiable. You almost had a close call with Yuji and Megumi trying to barge into Gojo’s suite. You hid under the bed when he entertained the young boys. You were not amused but Gojo found the whole ordeal funny. But what Gojo didn’t find amusing was Sukuna and Utahime’s attempts to get you to be alone with Shin. It was pretty obvious what the two of them were scheming for. It was painfully awkward for you as well as you did not want to lead Shin on. He was fun to be around and it was easy to talk to him. If circumstances were different, you would have probably been attracted to him but that was not the case. You found your thoughts clouded by Gojo and you knew you’d been getting too deep in your feelings that probably would not be reciprocated.

On the final day of your stay, the business associates organized a party at a resort near the beach. Everyone was present, including Yuji and Megumi. Shin kept offering to get you drinks throughout the party and you politely refused. It reminded you of Shoko’s birthday when he would do the same.

“Come on, (y/n). Share one drink with me.” He grinned, flexing his dimples.

“Yeah, I really don’t feel like drinking tonight.” You rubbed your arm as the warm sea breeze swept over you. Yuji looked at you with concern and you smile to reassure him.

“One drink, it won’t change a thing. We all know that your tolerance for alcohol is pretty good. Come on, it is our last night here. Who knows when we’ll see each other again?” He pleads

“Shin, really. I don’t feel like drinking.” You stood your ground. You thank your phone as it vibrated. You’d gotten a message from an unknown number.

You unlock your phone and open the message. ‘Coming to get you.’

You scrolled below to see a photo. Your fingers began to tremble as you see the familiar sinister eyes from 20 years ago. His face was rugged and scarred but the eyes still held the same malice.

“(Y/n)? Is everything okay? You look really pale.” Shin takes a step towards you.

You take a step back. “I just need some air.” You rush out of the party to the beach. Your pace caused the sand under your feet to spread everywhere. Your breaths were quick and labored. He was supposed to be in prison. Did he get out? If he did, how did he find you? How did he know how to contact you? What was going on?

“You really are a pain” You hear Shin’s voice behind.

“Shin, I am really not in the mood right now. I’d like to be left alone, please.” You glare at him.

“Oh (y/n)… You really think I am some hopeless idiot pining on you, don’t you?” He chuckles humorlessly. “God. Pretending to be into you was tiring.”

“W-what the fuck?” You flinch.

“You heard me.” He walks around you. “This charade can finally end now that you and I are finally alone. Master Geto will be really pleased indeed.”

“You’re a member of the SnK.” You whisper. “You’re the mole.”

“Ding ding ding. 10 points for Gryffindor.” He laughs.

“Are you going to kill me, now?” You take a step back.

“Master Geto wants you preferably… alive. So let's make this easy on both of us. Be a good girl and come with me willingly.” He shoves both his hands into his pockets.

“And if I don’t agree?”

“Then I will have to take you by force, (y/n). But given the situation you are in right now, I would say that wouldn’t be wise.” He runs his tongue over his lower lip.

You take in a deep breath and walk towards him. “Fine.” He chuckles. “Well, that was easy.”

You stand right in front of him and he steps closer to you, inches away from you. He traces his finger against your jawline and you grimace at his touch. “Switching loyalties like this, (y/n) you really are scum.” He grabs your jaw and pulls your face closer to his.

You raise your leg and kick him in the groin. He lets go of you and gasps for air.

You turn around quickly and bolt towards the party. You had walked quite some distance away from the resort.

“YOU BITCH!!” You hear him yell behind you. You don’t turn around and keep moving forward. You had to make it inside and this would be over.

You fall down as you feel a huge weight slam into you from the back, knocking the air out of your lungs. Your mouth is filled with sand and you cough it out as you struggle against the weight pinning you down.

“You had to make this difficult, didn’t you?” Shin growls as he tries to pin you down. You feel something sharp sting your arm. He flips you around to make you face him. You claw against his face, marking him with your nails. He grunts trying to pry your hands away. You look at the syringe lodged in your arm.

“What did you do to me???” You struggle against him.

“Nothing that you’re unfamiliar with. Heh. Gave you some morphine to calm down. You can feel its effects slowly creeping on you, right? Did you miss it? The sense of calm wrapping you and your worries slowly fading away.” He pins your arms above your head. “In a few minutes, it should take effect and you’d be powerless.”

“You bastard!” You whispered. You felt light-headed and tired. You knew he was right, you probably had only around another 3-4 minutes before you could feel the full effects of the morphine. You knew you were fucked.

“Now, where were we, (y/n).?” He caresses your face. “Ah yes, I need to get back at you for the stunt you just pulled. Where do I start? Master Geto wanted you alive but he didn’t say you had to be unharmed… Do I ruin this pretty face of yours? Or do I break a finger? Or maybe dislocate a knee so that you don’t run anymore? Oh yes, that seems like a better idea – AHH.”

You no longer feel the weight of Shin on you. You slowly try to sit up, your head spinning, your eyes slowly nodding off. You try to push the sensations away from you, to stay present in the moment. You see two men over Shin. A pink-haired boy along with a messy dark-haired boy. “Yuujii – Guumi..” You mumble.

“Megumi, look after (y/n)! Something is wrong with her. What did you do to her, you bastard?” You hear smacking sounds and groans.

“(Y/n)… (y/n)… Stay focused. Eyes on me.” Megumi held you upright as you could barely stay seated without support.

“So tiired, need to rest… good boy guumi.” You try to pat his head and fail miserably.

“Yuji. You need to stop. He’s unconscious!” You hear Megumi yell at Yuji while still holding onto you.

“He tried to hurt (y/n)? Am I just supposed to let him go?”

“He’s not going anywhere. Call Gojo or Sukuna. We need help. To carry him and to see what’s wrong with (y/n)!” Megumi orders.

“M okayyy… “ Your speech is slurred at this point and your eyes were closing.

“I think it has something to do with this.” Megumi pulls the syringe out of your arm. You barely felt anything at this point. You sigh as you relax in Megumi’s arms. A peaceful, calm wave washed over you and you wanted to relish it. Familiar sinister eyes bore into your mind but were immediately pushed aside as you were euphoric.

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The basement smelled damp as if it hadn't been used for months. The lights were dim and a bloodied man was seated in the middle of the room with his arms tied to the back of the chair. He was an utter mess yet maintained a smug smile throughout. You’d woken up a while ago, confused and disoriented. The morphine took about 7 hours to get out of your system. You had not seen anyone except Megumi and Utahime. The woman kept apologizing to you for putting you in that position. You knew it was a difficult time for her as well. From what you’d heard, Yuji was confined to his room as he’d gone apeshit on Shin for hurting you. After you had come down from the high, you were summoned to Shin’s interrogation. The SnK member refused to spill any information without you being present. You stood in a corner of the room looking at the injured man in the middle. His eyes never wavered from your figure.

“I am going to ask this one last time, what kind of information does Geto want from (y/n) that he thinks she got from Asami Saito?” Sukuna towered over Shin.

“Can’t tell you.” He grins. “Maybe if (y/n) gives me a kiss, I might consider being more generous.”

Sukuna’s fist makes contact with Shin’s face and you hear the impact. You flinch at the sight.

“Man, Sukuna, your brother throws better punches than you do.” He chuckles as he spits the blood out of his mouth. “See (y/n), this is what happens to people like us. This is what is in store for you. There’s no escaping it.”

Sukuna punches him again and you hear Shin groan. Gojo’s eyes meet yours and he shakes his head as he sees you flinch again. He walks toward Sukuna and Shin.

“That’s enough, Sukuna. Shin, was it? Your phone has some encrypted information about something that SnK plans….” Gojo purses his lips. “What is Geto planning to do in Shibuya?”

For the first time, you see Shin’s eyes widen. He quickly composes himself. “Well, I am not sure what you’re talking about. Could be a party, could be a heist, could be a murder, could be anything really…” He grins.

“You really think you’re strong, don’t you?” Gojo grabs Shin’s jaw. “You can sit here and pretend to be strong while my men and I crush your mind, body, and spirit trying to get answers out of you. You have no idea for the world of pain that you’re about to experience.”

Shin swallows and straightens himself. “Is her pussy really that good that you want to risk it all to keep her as your fucktoy?” He smirks.

You look away in disgust as Sukuna punches Shin before Gojo could respond. “Shut up, ass face.”

“Oh… (Y/n), You really have these men whipped for you, don’t you? Are you really that good? Wish I could have had a taste of it. Shame, maybe then I would have considered switching sides to you triad scum. You really have a fuckable body. If you were captured I am sure all of us would have had an amazing time taking turns with you until you were useless.” He bites his torn lip. “Can’t believe that Satoru Gojo is a cunt worshipping coward.”

BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG. You hear four gunshots go off. Your eyes widen as you see blood pool on Shin’s chest, soaking his shirt in the red liquid. His body went limp and you see Gojo’s arm stretched with a gun. His hands clenched around the trigger.

“WHAT DID YOU DO!!!?” You scream at him. Your legs felt like jelly.

“Hm.. He got what he deserved.” Gojo puts the gun in his pocket.

“You killed him!” Your voice trembled.

“And?” Gojo raises his eyebrow. His eyes were cold, devoid of any emotion. It felt like you were looking at a complete stranger.

“You killed him… you didn’t have to…” You look around to see all the men around you unfazed by what just went down. Two men untied Shin’s hand and began to take the body outside the room.

“(Y/N)… Let’s get one thing straight. This is my world and I play by my rules. Just because we’ve fucked doesn’t give you the right to tell me what to do.” He straightens his shirt. “Clean this mess, Sukuna get the plane ready. We’re going home.”

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he-calls-me-kitten · 2 years

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Hidden Desires

"Has anyone seen MC? I can't find them anywhere in the house!" Mammon barged into then common room.

"MC went out half an hour ago. They said they wont be back for a while." Satan answered, not looking up from his book.

"Ugh the house is so boring without MC. I wanted to show them this new game." Levi tapped away on his phone.

Mammon plopped on the sofa annoyed. "What are they doing out there anyway?"

"Exploring the parts of Devildom they didn't before. I told them I wouldn't mind tagging along, but MC said Solomon was going too." Beel said, scratching his head.

"I'm supposed to be their protector! Why does that shady human have to go with them?!" Mammon stood up.

"Mammon, MC can handle themself. Don't you dare to try to go out hindering their trip." Lucifer looked up from the papers.

"Aren't you the one who put that tracking charm on MC when we visited the human world last year?" Belphie said. "Rather hypocritical of you."

Satan, Mammon and Levi chuckled at Lucifer's subtly popping veins on his forehead. "You better watch your words-"

"We're back!!" Asmo chimed as he walked in the door. "And I brought a guests!"

"So you just ask all your guests to carry your shopping bags home?" Solomon shook his head as he set down the many bags he was holding.

Simeon smiled, "But shopping was rather fun. We even brought some things for MC. Are they back from their trip yet?"

Everyone stared at Solomon. "MC told me they went out with you!" Beel said, staring at the bags.

"What? No, MC said Lord Diavolo was taking them on a tour of the ancient forests?" Solomon said.

Lucifer immediately dialed up Diavolo's number. "Diavolo is MC with you?!"

"What? Right now? No Lucifer, didn't they tell you they are visiting that old bookstore with Satan and Simeon?" Diavolo's voice came through the loud speaker. And then everything was chaos.

"MC is fucking alone?!"

"What are they thinking?! Fuck that, where did they go?"

'Where could they even go?"

"Okay just think, what did they tell you last?! That might give us some ideas!"

"Oh shit. I think I know..." Asmo said lowly. "Oh sweet MC please tell me you didn't! Ahh!!" And then he rushed outside.

"Asmo, wait where are you-! Follow him!"

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"Oh..and what can I do for you darling?" The starry eyed Incubus looked you up and down and smiled smugly.

"Asmodeus said you offer a special... service. That you can change into other people?" You asked, nervous tingles running down your back.

"Shapeshifting, my dear. Yes it's one of my many qualities." He smirked and extended his arm towards his room.

"The magic can be strengthened if you brought some essense of the person you'd like me to change into."

"I have it. And the required Grimm too." You raised your bag to show him and walked inside, your cheeks burning.

"Oh darling, for someone like you I'd do it for free. The pleasure's also mine afterall." He sat you down on his bed and kneeled in front of you. "So who is the lucky being you desire?"

You offered him the essence, taking a deep breath. And then you said his name.

"Interesting choice, pretty one. Hope you enjoy this as much as I do." And with that he transformed. And you closed your eyes, feeling him push you back down on the bed.

It's out ;)

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subpar-ghoulfriend · 3 years

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Live In Nanny

Villain!All Might x Reader

All Might raising baby Deku but is in desperate need of a nanny.

TW: Yandere themes, breeding kink (our villain is ready to make the reader a mommy), dub con

AN: literally just took Hero All Might and flipped him upside down. So baseline form is big buff boi and villain form is lanky but retains the strength.

Single father with a nine month old child, seeking live in nanny services. Negotiable pay. Negotiable time off/vacation days.

Toshinori was impressed with your interview. You had over 8 years of experience working with children between babysitting and working at a day care. Plus Izuku took to you immediately. It was just a bonus that you were easy on the eyes.

You agreed to begin immediately, trying not to let on that you were in desperate need of money and a place to stay. You didn't have much to move in. And, in comparison to the huge room you had been given, it seemed like you owned even less. You figured your new boss must get paid well. His house was huge, the largest you'd ever been in.

Your room was next to baby Izuku's. Settling in to a routine with the baby was easy. You weren't sure exactly what your employer did for a living, his schedule was sporadic, he would be in and out throughout the day. Whenever he was available he would stop by to love on the infant. It was clear that he was doing his best as a single parent, but house keeping wasn't his strong suit. You tried your best to help out with the chores and grocery shopping, after all he was paying you graciously and giving you a roof over your head.

The only bump in the road so far has been getting Toshinori's permission to take the little one on walks through the nearby park. According to the father, errands were one thing but what was the point of going to park? Izuku can't even walk, there wouldn't be any benefit. Eventually you convinced him, after rambling about how good it is for babies to be exposed to different levels of stimulation. You could show Izuku the ducks and dogs, plus he could see all the pretty spring time flowers.

The older man was worried, he feared that his child, and you for that matter, would be targeted by his enemies. Plenty of low life's would love to make a move against the notorious villain. But you wore down his resolve. So long as you would tell him before you went. Thankfully he could play it off as being a bit of a helicopter dad. He always has a spare crony he could send out there to watch over you two.

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"What are you both doing," your bosses laugh filled the air.

You were in a very flattering position, palms on the floor stretching through your hips, ass hiked up with a tempting arch to your back. Then you pushed yourself forward, giving the giggling baby raspberries before returning to your original position.

"Baby yoga!" You smiled, oblivious to the growing bulge in the villains pants. "Right now we're doing downward facing dog and cobra."

He watched you cycle through the motions, hypnotized by your movements.

You took such good care of him and his baby. Ever since you got here you went above and beyond (very plus ultra of you). You even packed his meals to go when he had to rush off to a job. And you did it all with a smile and his kid bouncing away at your feet. The man allowed his mind to drift to the thought of you with his babies, Izuku on your hip and your round belly ready to pop.

You made an amazing nanny but you would make an even better housewife.

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It wasn't until a week after Izuku's birthday that you learned about your bosses occupation. You were at the park and a stranger approached you to coo over Izuku.

"Such a little cutie, this is Toshi's kid, right?"

That caught you off guard, how did this person know Toshinori? You knew he was a protective dad and there something about this woman felt off.

"Well, either way, this is for you," she smiled as she passed you a manila envelope. "A little birdie wants you to have it."

You skeptically eyed the parcel as the woman disappeared through the park. You shoved it into Izuku's diaper bag before rushing back home.

You decided to peek into the envelope after settling 'Zuku down for the night. You curled onto the chair in his nursery, using his nightlight too sift through the documents. Various photos of Toshinori, your employer, amongst high profile criminals. Photos of the most terrifying villain among his infamous exploits. And finally a piece of paper with a single web address and access code. This was the most damning piece of evidence, All Might - the villain himself - joking amongst his companions before transforming into the man you knew as Izuku's father. Without this video you would have never even guessed. All Might was known for his unassuming nature, his slender frame concealing his god-like strength. Still he looked terrifying, like make children cry type terrifying. Toshinori on the other hand was massive but his sunny attitude made him approachable. For all these months you had been working for a criminal. A criminal with a child. You had been living with him, laughing and raising a baby, taking care of him and his family. Oh god, your late night fantasies of your boss, a total DILF, were fantasies of a sadistic monster.

The betrayal and shame brought you to tears. You should call the cops. Take Izuku far away from this place, from being exposed to his fathers atrocities. But you were torn, he was a good dad, he always put his son first and provided him with only the best. He would tear the world apart for Izuku even if he had to put a target on your back. You shook as you muffled your cries, trying not to wake the baby you cared so much for. Eventually you wrote yourself out, falling asleep in the nursery.

By the time Toshinori made it home it was close to two in the morning. As usual he tip toed into his sons room, shocked to find you curled up in the rocker asleep. He was quiet, surprisingly more so than in his slender form. As you made his way to wake you he was surprised to see your phone still unlocked, you had fallen to sleep with that video on loop. Underneath your phone was the envelope, he didn't need to look to know what was inside. He hadn’t woken either of you, managing to shut off your phone and pick you up with or so much as a peep. He decided rather quickly that he would wait for you to make the first move. At least in the mean time he could pretend you didn't care about his lifestyle and that you wouldn't try to leave him or his son.

"Toshinori," you mumbled as he was about to settle you into your bed. You were half asleep and groggy from crying.

"Go back to sleep, darling, it's late," he paused to sway with you, just like he did when putting down 'Zuku for a nap. He was shocked that it worked and finally escaped your room. You let him lull you back to sleep, further affirming his belief that you would stay.

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The next morning you creeped downstairs. Izuku wasn't in his crib, meaning Toshinori was him. You found them both in the kitchen. The sight of the pair would usually warm your body but now shivers radiated down your spine.

"Look who's up, buddy, say good morning," he bounced the child, beaming like the happiest father.

Taking a deep breath you decided to rip off the band aid. "Mr Toshinori, I have to resign."

His pause was so long you wondered if he heard you.

"Did the video upset her that much, Zuzu?"

He looked at you with the same warmth he always did. "There's no need to be formal, you were fine calling me Toshi just the other day. Take a seat, I made pancakes, just like you like'em."

You complied, his unchanged demeanor intimidating you into submission.

"There's no need for you to quit," he started. "Nothing has changed aside from your level of awareness."

"I can't work for you knowing that you hurt people."

At that his smile faltered, "Darling, if you truly felt that way, you wouldn't be here. You would've slipped out early this morning."

You were silent. He was right, in a way. Trapped between what was right and what was best for Izuku. You'd never be able to do anything about your boss's criminal activity, even if you did and All Might was locked away, Izuku would suffer the most.

"Give yourself a few days to adjust, okay? If you still want to quit after that, we can reassess."

There's was a glint in his eyes that hinted he wasn't asking.

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"I'll be back this evening," Toshinori told you a as he kissed Izuku's forehead. He was uncomfortably close as he returned the baby to your lap. "There's plenty of groceries so you don't need to go out today. I have a coworker out front, so don’t worry if you see someone outside."

"What are they doing?"

He placed a hand on the top of your hair, petting you like some cat.

"He'll just keep an eye on things. I need someone to make sure you stay put."

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A week flew by with your employer pushing off the discussion of your resignation. He wouldn’t leave you unsupervised so just walking away wasn’t an option, besides could you really leave Izuku?

Then the child came down with some type of bug and was absolutely miserable for several days. You couldn’t get much sleep as a result, even if his father was home for most of the day.

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Izuku finally fell asleep around three in the morning. You napped beside his crib out of fear he would wake up if you so much as changed positions.

Then you woke in Toshi's arms as he carried you down the hall.

"Where are we going," You whined, anxious to be away from the child.

"I told you to rest, instead I find you in the nursery."

"'Zuku is sick-"

"But he's asleep, there are baby monitors, not that he won't wake the whole city up with his cries. You've been up for nearly two days with him, time for bed."

But he wasn't taking you to your room. Instead he dropped you on to his bed.

"What are you doing?" You snapped.

"I don't need you sneaking back. I can keep an eye on you here. I'll take care of him if he starts crying." He rolled in next to you.

The bed was huge but so was your boss. "Stop wiggling."

"Well I can't get comfortable."

“Fine,” he said and pulled you into him, “now stop it and get some sleep.”

You burned with embarrassment, turning silent after several attempts at protest. Just as you began to drift off, Toshinori's hand moved to beneath your shorts. You shut your eyes, pretending not to notice. He probably didn't even realize what he was doing. Then his fingers grazed the spot where your skin met your panties.

"I know you aren't asleep yet, darling."

You didn't respond, opting to keep up the façade.

"Mmm, are we playing pretend? I don't mind."

You gasped, pushing at his hand, "I'm trying to sleep."

"I can see that," he chuckled. "I'm just helping you wear yourself out. You've been taking such good care of the baby, let me return the favor."

He jerked your hips, pressing you tightly against his bulge.

"You've been such a good mommy."

God the way you could feel your body responding made you hate that he was a villain.

"'M not-" You gasped as he did his fingers into your thighs. "His mom."

"You sure about that? I know how much you care about him. Always rushing to him when he’s cranky, never taking any days off. You make sure he's a happy little baby and you take such good care of his daddy. Isn't that's what mommies do?"

A moan slipped through your lips, "Stop."

"Are you sure? It seems like your having such a good time," he teased, sliding his hand to find your wetness.

Your body jerked involuntarily. He wasted no time tearing off your layers. Your determination quickly fading.

"I'm gonna take such good care of you," he pushed a finger in to your warmth.

You shivered at the sensation. Before you could register his actions there was another digit. He skillfully maneuvered his fingers to prep walls.

"What a tight like cunt," The man cooed. "So perfect and pretty. Just waiting for me to claim."

You gasped as he curled his fingers in you. Tears of pleasure pricking your eyes.

"Atta girl, I think you're ready to take daddy's cock."

You shouldn't be surprised when you saw how absolutely hung your boss is. There was no way the whole thing would fit inside of you.

Without hesitation All Might slowly began to press inside of you. The head of his cock already made it feel like you were tearing.

"Wait wait wait," You cried. "Too big."

He paused, reassuring you, "I know you can do it baby. You're okay."

You shook your head violently.

With a sloppy squelch he withdrew. He disappeared momentarily, give you much need time to breathe. Then he was back and you felt a cool, slick fluid rub against you. He applied a generous amount of lube knowing full well that if he played his cards right you'd happily be his forever.

Regardless there was still a painful pressure as he forced himself deeper.

"You're doing so good, taking me so well."

He was slowly increasing the speed off his hips. All you could manage was incoherent whines as his momentum bounced you back and forth.

"Toshi, Toshi," You panted.

"I don't think so baby girl," he slapped your thigh. "You know what I want to hear."

You couldn't be rational, not when he was pounding into you. All you knew was pleasure in this moment. How could you not give the man what he wanted when he was fucking you dumb.

"Mmm daddy, hurts so good."

"Ah- fuck yeah. I knew you were a little pain slut. You want me to fuck you like a whore and then treat you like my little princess?"

You nodded, gasping for air.

"You've been such a good little mommy, I think you deserve this little treat huh?"

You didn't respond, stubbornly refusing to tell the man what he was desperate to hear.

He shifted to a painfully slow pace as he would pull almost completely out just to slam back into your abused whole.

"And here I thought you wanted to cum, I can always stop here, finish myself later-"

"No! No no no, don't stop."

"Then repeat after me: I'm such a good mommy."

As you stayed silent until he began to move at a snails pace. So close to losing your high.

"O-kay, okay, I-I've been a good mom-mommy," You cried tried to buck against the giant.

And just like that your boss was pushing you back to the edge of an orgasm. You were sobbing from pleasure and frustration.

"I know,” He growled. “Fucking good girl, taking care of our baby while daddy's working. You're gonna look so pretty knocked up. All glowing and swollen. Bet your tits are gonna look so pretty when they get full. Gotta keep you stuffed with my cum so our little boy can have a sibling."

#bnha yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #mha yandere #smut #all might x reader #villain all might #all smite #toshinori yagi x reader

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the season of giving - mason mount

in which mason takes you christmas shopping but he’s the one who ends up with a gift

made it 6 mins before midnight😵‍💫this is rushed and not good but we move merry xmas

Mason’s arm slid around your back and he pushed his hand into the back pocket of your jeans, his head turning so he could tuck his nose into your hair and he pressed a soft kiss to the side of your head, half leaning against you as you stared at the multiple different body lotions in front of you. The two of you had been standing in The Body Shop for almost twenty minutes while you browsed for a new range to try and your boyfriend was getting antsy and bored, mind wandering to all the other things you could be doing together. You could tell he was getting tired but ever the gentleman he was yet to actually complain out loud, plus he was shopping for your christmas presents so he really shouldn’t be grumbling.

“What do you think of this one?” You held a little green rub up for Mason to smell and he sniffed slightly before making a soft humming noise and nodding, catching your eye when you looked up.

“Smells good, what is it?”

“Cucumber. Helps balance out your oils.” You screwed the lid back on the testing tub and placed it back on to the shelf, rocking slightly on the balls of your feet. You were glancing between the cucumber tub and the grapefruit one you’d made him smell about eight scents ago and he knew you were struggling over which one you wanted to buy. “What one did you like better?”

“Why are you asking me? You’re the one using it.” His thumb brushed slightly over your bum and he knew he was being slightly too touchy feely in public but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Having his hand in your back pocket had become somewhat of a habit for him and he wasn’t really all that bothered if it sometimes looked like he was groping you. You never complained.

“Yeah but I can’t decide because I liked them both so you have to tell me your favourite.” You leant into him, tucking yourself into his side as you stared at the wall of products, brows drawn together.

"Why don't you just get them both then?"

"Because I don't need them both. Quick do Eenie Meenie." Mason's nose scrunched and he shook his head at your words, reaching out with his free hand to grab the grapefruit one, motioning towards the cucumber one afterwards.

"I'm not doing Eenie Meenie for some lotion, Y/N, just get them both."

"But-"

"Shush. I know what you're like, you'll buy one now and then wish you'd gotten the other one when we get home. Grab that one so I can pay." He pulled his hand from your back pocket, fingers outstretched as he waited for you to pass him the second tub and then he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "Be back in a sec, where next?"

"I wanna look for a dress for New Year so can we have a look in a few clothes shops?" Mason just nodded and then gently tapped your side, nodding his head towards the door.

"Go wait out there, it's heaving in here now."

Mason was left to sit in an arm chair outside of a row of changing rooms in the fifth store you'd visited while you tried on an armful of dresses you'd picked out. He was already well attuned to how bad you were when shopping but this was taking it to a whole new level. You looked gorgeous in every dress you'd shown him but still for some reason you wanted to look at more. He was resting his head on his hand and was almost asleep when you shouted his name from the cubicle, an odd lilt to your voice that made him frown.

"You okay?"

"Can you come here? Need you." Your words were muffled behind the door and he could hear you shuffling around as he grabbed the few bags you had and carried them with him. You'd already cracked the door open slightly and Mason pushed in, the question of what was wrong on the tip of his tongue but the second he settled his eyes on you his mouth went dry and his mind drew blanks.

You had your back to him, body facing the mirror and he swallowed harshly as his eyes travelled over every inch of your almost completely exposed skin. You were wearing a red lingerie set, the lace material so small and thin he could practically see through it and his eyes landed on your boobs in the reflection, his stomach twisting when you skimmed your fingers over them and then down over the dip of your waist. You fixed one strap as you turned to face him, a smile settled on your lips and Mason still couldn’t seem to find any words.

“So?” You did a little pose and then made a soft noise in the back of your throat. “Wait!” You crouched down and Mason’s cheeks flushed at the sight of you in the mirror, his head tilting back as he turned his attention to the ceiling and drew in a slow breath. You straightened back up and he lowered his gaze to see you now sporting a little Santa hat and he suddenly had trouble figuring out if he found you cute or hot.

“You..” He trailed off and shook his head, eyes roaming across your body, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and he dropped the bags to the floor.

“Merry Christmas.” You gave slow twirl, always one for showing off in front of him and Mason had to fight the urge to pin you against you wall until he had you begging but he knew this was not the place for that. You raised your eyebrows in a questioning manner but he was too fixated on your boobs to notice. “Thought you’d like it for Christmas Eve,” You glanced over at your own reflection and fixed the hat. “Well, actually I thought you’d like to take it off me on Christmas Eve but you know what I mean. Like?”

“You look fucking incredible, I don’t think I want to take it off you.” Mason finally met your eyes and you gave a little shrug.

“I suppose that works too.” You hummed lightly whe he stepped in front of you and tilted your head back with one finger beneath your chin. His other hand smoothed across your hip, the tip of his pointer finger slipping under the lace.

“I thought we were shopping for you?”

“This is the season of giving, Mase. This is technically for both of us.” He tugged a little at the material and let it snap back against your skin, fingers trailing up your side so he could skim over the swell of your boobs. You were too distracted by his fingers to focus on him leaning in to kiss you and you let out a surprised sound into his mouth, hands reaching to grip his waist.

His tongue brushed yours and he finally pushed you up against the wall, hands grabbing at you in places far too inappropriate for an almost public setting. He kissed you softly, his fingers sliding into your hair until he knocked the Santa hat to the floor, neither of you particularly bothered in that moment. Mason nipped at your bottom lip before pulling away, nose bumping yours, fingers grazing your jaw.

“I think this,” He gestured towards your body, eyes lingering on your legs and then your boobs, the hand that had been on your waist, sliding around to grip your bum. “Is all I want for Christmas. Nothing is better than seeing you like this.”

“Oh really?” He nodded and you leant back against the wall, arms circling loosely around his neck and Mason pressed one of his hands against the wall behind you, the perfect view of your boobs making his head spin a little. “Because there’s a Chelsea blue set in that bag that I think you might like even more.” His eyes flashed, gaze darting to the bag that was settled on the bench.

“I think I’ll need you to model them both before I can decide that.”

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ao3komorii · 3 years

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Tangling with the Lifeguard (Pool Party Sett/Reader)

The Pool Party Sett story is done! I’ve gone with a beach!AU sort of setting where league races exist in a modern-day beach sort of place. Also sorry to any MF or Syndra mains, they don’t really come out the best in this xD Hope you enjoy, and as always, there is a smut warning for the end!

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The sun was shining high in the sky, crystalline waters lapping against the shore as beachgoers took advantage of the perfect summer day. Taking in the scene from your place in the shade of a tree on the border between the beach and parking lot, you let a smile grace your lips as you mused on just how much this place seemed to not change, even after so many years.

The last time you had set foot on this beach, you had been twelve years old, full of excitement and unaware of the harsh realities of the adult world. Your parents had brought you here for that summer, now thirteen years ago, the beautiful beach an unforgettable experience. You had left after that summer with treasured memories, and a new friend, that same friend the very reason why you had returned to Port Navori beach after so long.

Taliyah had been the same age as you, with fairly lax parents who let her roam the beach by herself, even as the small twelve-year-old she had been. You had bonded instantly, spending almost every day together, and keeping in touch through letters, and later emails and text messages.

You had long said that you had wanted to come back and visit the lively beach town, but the timing hadn’t been right, not until this year.

You were done all your schooling, and had quit your high-stress, low-pay job, and as Taliyah had said on your last phone call, you had no reason not to visit. Her parents had been travelling the world since they retired, so you would have her house all to yourselves.

In your absence, Taliyah had become a fairly accomplished surfer in the local scene, working at an ice cream shop on the beach to support her expensive pursuits. She had been so insistent that you couldn’t find yourself able to refuse her offer; work in the ice cream shop with her in the day, and then spend the rest of your time catching up with each other. You had missed your friend dearly, and had accepted the offer without a second thought.

And now here you were, waiting at the beach’s edge for Taliyah to show up. She had told you to dress for the beach, sounding casual as was her usual, so you had worn a swimsuit with a short, flowy shoulderless dress on overtop. Unwilling to look like a lobster by day’s end, you had carefully layered yourself with sunscreen, and now all you needed was for your friend to get here already. Just when you were about to get out your phone to text her, an excited call of your name had you re-stowing the phone in your bag and looking back to see your friend bounding across the parking lot towards you.

Taliyah, dressed in a two-piece water suit and carrying a tropical-flower-print surfboard, came to a stop before you, leaning her surfboard against a tree to free her arms to tackle you in a hug.

“You’re finally here!” she grinned, surprising you with the strength of her hug. “We’re gonna have so much fun!”

“So what’s first?” you asked as you pulled back from the hug.

Taliyah hummed. “I guess I’ll show you the shop.”

You followed her onto the beach, recognizing the small bright blue building from the pictures she had sent you before. Taliyah took you around the back, fishing a key out of her pocket before unlocking the door and leading you into the small room.

There were large tubs of ice cream in the middle of the room, the walls lined with containers of various toppings and machines. On the back wall from you were two windows, glossy menus pasted to the doors that would display out when they were opened. Upon walking closer to the menu signs, you noticed something.

“Hey, it says we open at nine, but it’s ten-thirty…”

“It’s fine,” Taliyah replied with a shrug. “The owners are pretty chill. If anyone complains, I’ll just tell them I had to train the new employee.”

You playfully rolled your eyes. Sometimes you really envied Taliyah’s ability to be so carefree. Her calm energy was a big help for you, having got advice from her on numerous occasions over the years.

Taliyah came over to where you were, eyes flitting boredly to the menu boards before turning her attention back to you. “So I’m thinking we get you taking orders while I make them.”

“Works for me,” you agreed. It certainly sounded easier than figuring out what a poro float was supposed to be. You never knew ice cream stands had such fancy options now, used to the simple menus of ice cream cones and bars back at the shops in your hometown.

You were about to open the order windows when you were stopped by a rustling noise from the back of the store. You turned to see Taliyah digging in a cardboard box in the back corner, pulling out some folded-up fabric that was the same sky blue as the stand.

“Didn’t think you’d get away without an embarrassing uniform, did you?” Taliyah teased, tossing some of her fabric pile your way.

You caught the bundle, unfolding it to find an apron with Poro Palace Frozen Treats in pink bubble letters, little white fuzzy animals dotting the apron. There was an accompanying blue visor hat that looked like something out of a kid’s store. You reluctantly slipped both items of clothing on, looking back to find that Taliyah had done the same.

“Stylish, huh?” she smirked, striking a modelesque pose.

“We look like we work at an amusement park, Tali,” you laughed.

“Feels like it sometimes with all the annoying kids that come by,” she replied. “Okay, you can open it up now.”

Taliyah settled herself down in a chair in front of the section of ice cream tubs, and you reluctantly turned to unlatch and open the windows, unsure of exactly what you were getting yourself into.

The small room lit up with the outside sunlight streaming in from your window to outside, the immediate glare of the sun making you wish you had worn sunglasses.

Almost immediately, the masses were upon you. You noticed a woman with several children in tow who perked up as she laid eyes on you, striding over to you with her children right behind her, pushing each other as they scrambled to be the first one to get over to you.

You heard Taliyah groan behind you. “Get the pen ready. They always have the most annoying orders.”

You rose an eyebrow, but picked up the pen and notepad that sat beside the cash register as the woman came to a stop before you.

“You know, I’ve been waiting for an hour already. You young girls don’t know how hard it is for mothers,” the woman complained, not letting you get a word in edgewise. “Alright, tell her what you want.”

“I want a brownie sundae!” a small boy with blue hair who clearly intended to make full use of his outdoor voice shouted. “But with cotton candy ice cream and pop rocks and I want only blue candies!”

“Uh…” The kid was talking too fast for you to write, but luckily Taliyah had your back, a got it ringing out from behind you.

You weren’t sure how you had managed to get their orders out before they melted, messing up their total several times before Taliyah had to come and help you out. With a last snide look and a fistful of blue napkins, the mother and her little terrors left the stand at last.

“She’s the worst,” Taliyah said, bringing your weary gaze her way as she cleaned off an ice cream scoop. “I accidentally put one red candy in that kid’s sundae once and he screamed until I remade the whole thing!”

You winced. “Feels like we got off easy today.”

“Yeah,” Taliyah agreed. “Helps that they order the same thing every time, so I’ve got some practice.”

“Are they all this bad?” you asked, turning away from the window after seeing no potential customers nearby.

“Not all of them,” she replied with a strained smile. “I swear the heat just brings the jerk out in some of the people here.”

Speaking of jerks… your conversation was interrupted by an impatient-sounding throat clearing noise from behind you. You whirled around to see a redheaded woman with heart-shaped sunglasses and a revealing swimsuit leaning against your counter. She was staring at you like you were gum she had stepped in, flipping some hair over her shoulder when she knew she had your attention.

“Five cherry snowballs,” she said, dropping a few coins on your counter, some of which bounced and hit the floor. “To the red umbrella, thanks ice cream girl.”

Without any further interaction, she turned on her heel and strutted away, hips swinging as she went, leaving you wondering what had just happened.

You slowly turned back to face Taliyah again. “Um, do we usually deliver?”

“Nope,” she answered. “Not to people like that anyways.”

“But…” you protested weakly. You knew Taliyah got away with a lot here, but you didn’t want her to lose her job because some rude girl complained to her bosses. “I’ll just take them over and next time I’ll just say we don’t deliver.”

“Still tempted to put rocks in their snowballs,” Taliyah joked as she set about piling the scoops of red ice.

Soon you had a tray with five cherry syrup-coated piles of shaved ice in little plastic bowls with accompanying little plastic spoons stuck in the side of the dishes.

“I’ll be right back,” you said, heading past Taliyah to the back door, opening it to find yourself back out in the mid-morning heat.

The sand still felt uncomfortably hot underfoot, even with your flip flops on. With how hot it was out, these would have to be delivered as soon as possible to not be a puddle by the time they were eaten. Your only problem was that you had no idea where to go.

The redhead had said that she would be at the red umbrella, but of course nothing at this ice cream stand would be that easy. Standing just outside the hut, you were treated to a veritable rainbow of colored beach umbrellas. You counted at least ten red ones scattered across the beach, none particularly standing out to you. You didn’t have many options, and were forced to go with the most tedious one; checking every red umbrella until you found the girl and her group.

The first umbrella had been a bust, as had the next five. The sixth had led to a sweaty old man who told you that you were just in time to help him sunscreen his back. By the time you had hurriedly fled from that creep, it had been about five minutes of searching, the snowballs on your tray looking considerably droopier than they had been when you had left the shop.

You stared down at the tray of melting treats, unsure of what to do now. Should you go back and have Taliyah remake the snowballs? Try a few more umbrellas and hope you got lucky? You really hadn’t been anticipating this much stress when you had agreed to work here with Taliyah for the summer.

You frowned at the now-more-water-than-ice treats, your decision made. You couldn’t serve these, not as melted as they were. You would go back and help remake them and see if Taliyah had any insight as to which red umbrella was the right one. You turned around to head back to the stand, only to trip on your overheating flip flops and fall forward with a cry.

You had closed your eyes with a flinch as you fell, but opened them with a start as you heard a grunt from right in front of you. Looking up from your position in the burning sand, you felt like your heart was going to stop in your chest.

Standing before you was the most attractive guy you had ever laid eyes on, with fire red hair and a pair of black animal ears that looked soft to the touch. He was dressed in a tight pair of swim shorts, a lightweight red jacket tied around his waist. He had a flower lei around his neck, but that was the only thing that he wore on his top half, his insanely-well-built torso on full display, a torso you realized with horror was currently splattered with red syrup and shaved ice.

You looked from the hot guy to the ground, the sand around you speckled with plastic cups, spoons and napkins, your tray turned upside down in the sand. You slowly risked a gaze back up, only to see the guy staring down at you from behind his pink-tinted sunglasses as a clump of ice fell from his stomach to the sand just in front of your hands.

Embarrassment forced you to spring up, grabbing some stray napkins from the ground and dabbing them against the mess of syrup and ice on the man’s abdomen.

“I’m so sorry, I–” You looked up from your apologizing to see the man silently staring at you, your hand freezing in place as you realized that you were basically feeling this guy up through the napkins, the realization making your cheeks burn with shame and embarrassment.

“I’m really sorry!” you cried out, pulling your hands back. He still hadn’t said anything, and you realized that you couldn’t just stand here like an idiot, your flight instinct kicking in as you reached down to grab your tray before moving around the man and fleeing in the direction of the ice cream stand.

“Hey, wait!”

The man tried to grab your arm as you passed, but you were faster in your embarrassment-fueled retreat, and soon the hot stranger was far behind you. You didn’t stop running until you were back at the shop, the empty sand-logged tray clutched tightly to your chest, your heartbeat pounding in your ears as you shut the door, making eye contact with a confused Taliyah.

“Hey, are you okay?” she asked, getting up to approach you when you didn’t respond. “Talk to me. What happened? If that snob said anything to you–”

“No, no, she didn’t,” you replied weakly, sinking to the floor with your back against the door. “I didn’t even get to her.”

“Then what happened?” she pressed, bringing you a glass of water and prying the tray from your hands at last.

She ushered you to your feet and down into her chair, taking a seat on one of the counters. You took a deep breath, taking a sip of the water before recounting the events of the past ten minutes to Taliyah, who listened silently.

“…I didn’t know what to do, so I just ran,” you finished, setting your water down to bury your face in your hands.

“It’s no big deal,” Taliyah replied gently. “Everyone has embarrassed themselves in front of someone. Remember that time I tripped over my board in front of that group of tourists?”

“I covered him in cherry syrup, Tali,” you groaned. “I don’t think I’m cut out for this.”

“It’s your first day,” she stressed. “You’re bound to mess some things up.”

She stood up, returning to the shaved ice machine. “Now how about we remake those snowballs and then I’ll–”

Taliyah had frozen in place, a plastic cup in her hand as she stared straight ahead.

“Tali?” you questioned, standing up. “Are you–”

“That guy you dumped the snowballs on,” she quickly interrupted. “Did he have majorly cut abs and animal ears?”

“Uh, why?” You felt a jolt of fear shoot up your spine as you followed her gaze to see the man from earlier currently approaching the shop, well-defined abdomen now minus the sticky mess you had spilt all over him. “Oh god, it’s him!”

You and Taliyah exchange wide-eyed glances before you dove down out of sight, hiding behind the tubs of ice cream like they were a fortress.

“Please get rid of him!” you begged. “I’ll do whatever you want, I just can’t face him!”

You heard Taliyah sigh. “Fine, but this means you’re coming stone hunting with me tonight.”

You agreed immediately, even if the prospect wasn’t overwhelmingly appealing. Taliyah was always eager to add to her collection of shiny stones, but was so picky that it often took hours to find just one stone that met her standards. But right now you were so desperate that you would have promised her anything just to make the angry hot guy go away.

From your position behind the ice cream tubs, you could only hear Taliyah’s voice clearly, the general noise of the beach preventing you from hearing what the furry-eared man was saying. You wanted to peek out from your hiding spot, but found yourself chickening out. You really didn’t need him catching sight of you and making Taliyah’s job even harder.

You had gotten so in your own head with panic that you had completely tuned out of your surroundings until a hand waved in front of your face and you realized Taliyah was crouching in front of you, calling your name.

“You okay?” she asked worriedly.

“Is he gone?” you replied quietly.

“Yeah, he’s gone,” she confirmed, standing up and grabbing your forearms to pull you up with her. “Now help me remake those snowballs and then I’ll fill you in.”

You bit your lip as you scooped shaved ice into a row of plastic cups as Taliyah readied the cherry syrup. Soon you had five pristine-looking snowballs on your slightly-sandy tray, the sight of them bringing you back to your moment of collision with the cute guy.

The tray was snatched from your field of vision by Taliyah, who headed over to the rear door. “Be back in a few. Try not to freak out too much while I’m gone.”

And then the door was closed and you were left alone. Looking over at the order window, you decided that you were probably safer to just resume your position behind the ice cream tubs, unwilling to risk being out in the open in case the guy decided to come back.

While she was gone, you couldn’t help but fret over exactly what had been said between your best friend and the mysterious hot guy. She didn’t seem to be upset, so clearly their conversation hadn’t been that intense. Or maybe it had; Taliyah was a fairly relaxed person, so it would be difficult for a random angry customer to really get to her. But that didn’t quite make sense either; if he had yelled at her, you would have heard it over the noise of the beachgoers. All you were doing was overthinking yourself to death, exactly what Taliyah had told you not to do.

And it was there you remained until Taliyah returned, closing the door behind her and placing the serving tray in the sink before she turned her attention to you at last.

“Calm down, it’s fine… I think,” she said.

“You think?”

“Well he didn’t seem mad,” she explained. “He asked if a girl that looked like you worked here and I said you went home sick. Said he’d come back another time.”

“Another–” Oh god. Was he really so angry that he was willing to come back just for the chance to yell at you?

“I can see you freaking out,” Taliyah scolded. “Don’t. You’re fine. Musclehead or not, he’s not going to kill you just because you spilled shaved ice on him.”

She was probably right; hot shirtless guys on the beach likely had more important things to do than yelling at clumsy ice cream shop workers. By tomorrow, he would probably forget you ever existed, and you could go back to enjoying your time working alongside your best friend.

The rock collecting that night had been long and boring, at least for you. Taliyah hadn’t found any rocks she liked enough to take home, only ending the search after she had found some sea glass that she had deemed acceptable to add to her collection. You could only hope that you wouldn’t owe her any more favors any time soon, unsure if you could survive another late night rock hunt.

The next morning, you entered the shop alongside Taliyah, who put her bag down and began to set up the day’s supplies. Considering it was ten minutes past opening time and Taliyah had insisted that she didn’t need help setting up, you decided that you might as well just open the order window for the day, hoping that mom and her group of demon kids wouldn’t be waiting out there, only to unlatch the widows and see something arguably worse.

The window had only been open a peek, but it was enough for you to see the large figure of the man from yesterday standing ten feet or so from your shop, his back facing you as he stared out at the beach. In your brief glimpse, you also noticed that the jacket wrapped around his waist had a white plus sign in a circle as well as the word lifeguard in white blocky letters above it. Oh god, of course you had gone and pissed off a lifeguard on your first day here.

You shut the barely-open windows with a too-loud slam that made you wince before you quickly locked them again and rushed over to Taliyah.

“Tali, he’s here again!” you hissed.

“Huh?” she replied, pausing her task of refilling a container of sprinkles. “Muscle guy?”

You nodded frantically and Taliyah frowned, putting the sprinkles down and approaching the order window herself. You watched as she opened the window ever so slightly, peering out for a few seconds before closing it back up.

“Well… can’t say I was expecting him to actually come back,” she said evenly.

“What do I even do?” you asked, staring at the order windows like they would burst open at any second and reveal you to the clearly-determined lifeguard. “He’s a lifeguard, Tali! What if he bans me from the beach?”

She rolled her eyes in response. “He can’t just ban you from the beach. Lifeguards don’t have that much power. If they did, I would’ve been banned a long time ago for all the times I’ve surfed after hours.”

“Then what does he want with me?” you asked, looking away from the window.

Taliyah shrugged. “You’d have to ask him that.”

“But what if I… don’t?” you replied weakly. “He’ll give up eventually, right?”

“I mean, maybe?” she said. “But it might be easier to deal with him now and get it over with.”

You saw her point, but it wasn’t her that was being pursued by a tall, muscly lifeguard with a vengeance!

Taliyah clearly caught the reluctance on your face and sighed. “Fine, I’ll switch with you for today. Now let’s go over how to make the basic stuff before we open.”

True to her word, Taliyah had allowed you to hide in the back making orders, telling the lifeguard guy that you were off today. You watched him walk away from behind the shaved ice machine, hoping that your ordeal was finally over, but your hopes were quickly dashed the next day as you went to open the store again, only to see the same broad back facing you from just outside the shop.

Taliyah had reluctantly agreed to switch again that day, and the day after. But by day four, even the promise of helping her scavenge for rocks again wouldn’t get her to agree to switch.

You closed the window again, turning to Taliyah with pleading eyes, but she was having none of it.

“It’s been four days,” she said, arms crossed. “Clearly he’s not giving up. You should just see what he wants.”

“But…” The thought still terrified you. You knew you deserved to be yelled at for what you had done, but it was made that much worse by the fact that the subject of your plight was just about the hottest guy you had ever seen.

Taliyah shook her head at you. “Okay, but I’m not doing orders again today, so if you want to keep hiding from him, we’ll have to move onto plan B.”

Plan B, as it turned out, was a mascot suit of sorts; three fluffy poros stacked on top of each other like a snowman. A poro each made up your upper and lower body, the last poro being the head of the costume. You looked incredibly awkward, the arms and legs of the costume hairy and tipped with little brown claws. You were momentarily stunned by the sheer lengths you were going to just to avoid this guy, but you were already in the costume, so you reasoned that you might as well follow through with it now.

Taliyah put the costume’s head on you and your world was plunged largely into darkness, minus the mesh one-way view out of the top poro’s eyes. You were helped to the back door, some fliers for the store shoved into your hands.

Taliyah helped you walk out front, and you were pretty quickly swarmed by kids. You couldn’t see the lifeguard guy, but the relief that coursed through you was short-lived, swallowed by the immediate explosion of business brought on by your costume.

One thing you hadn’t considered in your haste was the heat. You weren’t sure if it was the costume or if today was hotter than usual, but very quickly you found yourself becoming a sweaty mess under the weight of the dense, furry costume.

The longer you were in the costume, the worse you felt, but you were determined to stick this out. So you handed out fliers and posed for photos with children while Taliyah ran the stand.

You wished that you could wipe the sweat from your face, but you weren’t sure if you could even reach up to remove the costume’s head yourself due to the awkward shape of the costume. So you endured the ever-increasing heat, only feeling wearier as the time ticked by.

You waved goodbye to a group of kids as they left with their ice cream cones, the sweltering heat really bearing down on you. As you went to turn and head back to the stand to ask Taliyah to help get the head off, a wave of dizziness crashed over you. You took one step towards the stand, and then another, and then it all went dark as you felt yourself falling forward, too weak to stop your descent to the ground.

You woke up with a heavy head, feeling foggy with confusion. The last thing you remembered, you had been heading back to the stand…

Immediately, you realized that you weren’t at the ice cream stand, and you weren’t wearing the poro suit, or even your beach dress. Sitting up in the cot you laid in, you found that you were wearing only your swimsuit.

As you sat up, a blue ice pack that you hadn’t realized was there fell from your forehead and into your lap. Picking it up, the pack only feeling slightly cold, you turned to look around the room, still unsure what exactly was going on.

You were in a room of some sort, guessing it was afternoon by the minute amount of light filtering into the room, even through the closed curtains. There was a fan gently whirring above your head, but otherwise the room was silent.

There was another cot beside yours, and a table nearby with a few red first aid kits stacked on it, some bandages messily spilling out of one of them. There was a sign pulled over the door, the side facing you reading come on in, we’re open.

You got up from the bed, shuddering with disgust when you noticed just how sweaty your whole body was. The bed squeaked as you got up from it, your knees hitting a bedside table between the cots that you hadn’t noticed had been there. On the small table was a glass of water, as well as a white fan that was emblazoned with what looked to be a group of cats waterskiing.

You picked up the fan, letting out a small laugh at the silly-looking cartoon cats on the fan. It looked like something you could win at a carnival booth.

“If you can laugh, then I guess you’re feelin’ alright.”

A deep voice from behind you made you jump, fingers fumbling the fan, which fell onto the floor with a clatter that was only made louder in the quiet room. You turned to look behind you, only to fall off the cot in shock when you saw the very lifeguard you had been trying so hard to avoid standing in the doorway of a small office you hadn’t noticed was there.

“Hey, careful!” He quickly crossed the room to squat down in front of you, taking your elbow and helping you back up onto the cot. You were too stunned to resist and found yourself falling into his chest as a wave of dizziness hit you.

“You okay?” he asked, and you tried to nod, but your head was spinning too much to focus. “Hey, hold still.”

He placed his hands on your shoulders, keeping you steady against him until you were able to regain your focus. When he was satisfied with your condition, he pulled back, releasing your shoulders and instead reaching out for the glass of water on the table next to you.

“Drink,” he instructed, handing you the cup before standing up. “I’ll be right back.”

He stared at you for a moment before finally turning back and heading into the office at the back of the room.

You watched him go, feeling on edge, but complied, bringing the glass up to your lips and taking a long drink. The last thing you wanted to do was give this guy more reason to be upset with you. You were surprised at just how refreshing the water felt, and you had soon downed the entire glass, placing it back on the table when you were done.

“Alright, lay back down,” the lifeguard instructed as he returned.

“What?” you replied. What was he going to do to you? How had you even got here? Where was Taliyah?

He stopped before you, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked down at your shaky, terrified form. “Are you–”

“I’m sorry!” you exclaimed, bowing your head. “I didn’t mean to spill the snowballs on you! If you need to yell at me, go ahead. I’m sorry I didn’t just come out sooner and–”

It had occurred to you mid-ramble that he had yet to say anything, and you cut off your babbling, slowly looking up to find him staring at you with what you could only describe as a bewildered look on his face.

He blinked. “Is that why–”

“I’m so sorry!” you interrupted, bowing your head again. “If you want to ban me from the beach, I get it!”

“Ban ya from the beach?” he replied with a bark of laughter. “The only thing I wanted to do was get your number.”

“My… what?” You had to be hallucinating. There was no way he had just said that.

“Lay down first,” he spoke sternly, and you complied, still feeling stunned by his words.

Once you were laid down, he picked something up from the bed, which you recognized as another ice pack. He placed it on your forehead, the cool pack immediately flooding you with a feeling of relief. Closing your eyes, you let out a tired sigh, suddenly feeling fatigued.

“Get some rest, princess. We’ll talk when you’re up again.”

You took his advice, the cooling from the ice pack lulling you back to sleep, your eyelids too heavy to keep open.

When you woke up again, you felt infinitely better, your head clearer and body feeling less overheated. The ice pack on your forehead was room temperature, and it was now dark outside. There was a light illuminating your left side as you sat up in bed, turning to see the office in the back with its light on.

The cot squeaked under you, which was responded to by the squeak of a chair from inside the office, the red-haired lifeguard emerging from the office and approaching your bedside.

“Feelin’ any better?” he asked, and you nodded, biting your lip nervously. “Got you some more water.”

You looked over to the bedside table to see the water cup refilled and took hold of it, grateful to have something to focus on other than the intimidatingly muscular man before you.

You drank the entire glass before you forced yourself to finally address the situation before you. “Um… why am I here?”

“You passed out,” he replied bluntly, taking a seat on the cot next to yours. “Overheated yourself in that rat costume.”

“They’re not rats, they’re poros,” you replied, unsure of what to say.

He let out a huff of laughter. “Poros that important to you that you’re willin’ to fry yourself for ‘em?”

“No, that was…” you trailed off. Well, you might as well just admit it. If he had gone out of his way to care for you after you had passed out like an idiot, then he deserved the truth. “I was avoiding you. I was scared you were going to yell at me. My friend didn’t want to keep covering for me at the window so I decided to wear that stupid poro costume.”

“So that’s what that was about,” he replied. “And here I thought you were avoidin’ me ‘cuz you weren’t interested. Gave up on gettin’ your number and then got news that someone passed out from heat stroke.”

You were still having a hard time comprehending the asking for your number part, so you instead chose to focus on the other half. “Heat stroke?”

“Not sure what you expected, wearin’ that costume in this heat,” he said. “Can’t say nobody’s ever been afraid of me before, but giving themself heat stroke just to avoid me is a new one.”

He sounded somewhat self-deprecating, and you immediately felt bad. You had clearly misjudged him, and realized that he hadn’t even mentioned the snowball incident himself.

You forced yourself to meet his eyes, even with as awkward as you were currently felt. “I’m sorry for giving you so much trouble, and for spilling snowballs all over you. I’m just really sorry.”

He laughed. “Ain’t nothin’ for you to apologize for. I’ve had worse get on me since I started workin’ here, and usually it ain’t from a cute girl.”

You tensed in your seat, tearing your gaze from his to look down at your feet, your cheeks feeling warm.

“Hey, don’t go overheatin’ yourself again,” he scolded, standing up from the bed. “If you’re not interested, that’s fine, but I think it’s best if I take ya home. Don’t need your friend yellin’ at me again if you pass out on the way back.”

As much as you wanted to deny his assertion of you being not interested, you couldn’t muster up the courage, so you instead quietly accepted his offer of help. You would have to ask Taliyah what he had meant when you got back.

It was surprisingly cold on the beach at night, the icy breeze sending shivers along your skin. You stared out at the dark ocean waves, entranced by the water crashing against the sand, when your focus was broken by some soft fabric being laid over your shoulders.

You turned to look over your shoulder to see Sett just behind you on the steps of the lifeguard office, the jacket that was usually around his waist now laying on your shoulders.

He caught your curious look and raised an eyebrow. “You nearly cooked yourself to death today, I ain’t about to let you freeze yourself to death now.”

“Thanks,” you replied quietly, reaching a hand up to keep the jacket around your shoulders.

Your feet met the soft sand as you followed Sett towards the parking lot. The beach was totally empty, an odd contrast to how things were in the daytime. It felt weird to actually see the shape of the landscape unobscured by giant beach umbrellas and a sea of bodies. You only looked away from the empty scene when you realized that you had left the sand, and Sett was staring expectantly at you.

“…what?” you asked, getting the feeling that he had said something that you had missed.

“Which way?” he repeated with a quick glance at the street ahead of you.

“Oh right,” you replied. “My friend lives on Sandstone Way.”

Sett’s ears perked up. “By that tacky souvenir shop?”

“Yeah,” you laughed. “Right by there.”

You giggled at Sett’s assessment; you had noticed the eye-hurtingly brightly painted store when Taliyah had walked you to her house from the train station. She had rolled her eyes at the store as you surveyed the display of t-shirts with embarrassing designs on them, stating that sometimes they got some good rocks in, but it wasn’t worth the amount of tourists always asking for directions when she was walking around the neighborhood.

Looking over at Sett out of the corner of your eye, you were struggling to think of anything to say. He was dressed in just his sandals and shorts, his sunglasses forgone and giving you a clear look at his golden eyes that seemed to glow in the dark.

“So this your first summer here?” Sett asked, breaking the brief silence as you walked side by side. “I know I’d remember you if I’d seen ya before.”

“I was here for a summer when I was a kid,” you answered. “But everything looks so different now. Maybe I just saw this place differently when I was a kid.”

“Nah,” he dismissed. “It never used to be this busy here. Tourists bring money to this place, but it means it’s always loud around here.”

The conversation was slowly helping you feel more comfortable with the intimidatingly handsome lifeguard. You felt dumb for putting so much energy into avoiding him.

“So have you always lived here?” you asked.

“Born and raised,” he answered with a grin that you couldn’t help but feel looked a little sad. “Ma used to work at the boating shop… and the laundromat… and the candy store.”

“All at the same time?” you asked incredulously.

Sett shrugged. “Didn’t have much of a choice. Pa ran off on us when I was a kid, and it wasn’t like anyone would hire a fatherless runt to work for them.”

“Sounds like it was hard,” you replied. “Did you ever find out where he went?”

“For his sake, I’d better not,” Sett sneered. “I heard ma cry missin’ that scumbag more times than I can count. There ain’t a family here for that bastard to come back to.”

“How is your mom doing?” you asked as you turned onto Sandstone Way, passing by the tacky tourist shop, the flashy paint on the walls too bright even at night.

“She’s doin’ good,” he answered, finally looking happy with a satisfied smile. “Got her to quit her jobs when I started workin’ enough to pay the bills.”

“You’re a good son,” you complimented him. “She’s lucky to have you.”

You smiled at him, coming to a stop before Taliyah’s house. “Well, this is me. Thanks for walking me back.”

“Take care of yourself,” he said. “I don’t wanna see you passin’ out again.”

“I’ll try not to,” you replied. “No more poro costumes for me.”

“On that topic,” he purred, leaning closer to you. “You never gave me an answer.”

“An answer?” you squeaked, flustered by his sudden closeness.

“I’ve been tryin’ to get your number for days now,” he replied, and you did your best to supress a shiver from running up your spine. Was this real life?

You wet your lips with your tongue nervously, unable to miss how Sett’s sharp eyes watched the movement.

“I, um, I don’t have my phone on me,” you said, immediately realizing how dumb you sounded. You didn’t need your phone on you to tell him your number! You hastily made to amend your statement. “…but if you come by the stand tomorrow, I’ll give it to you!”

“Oh?” Sett’s grin was wide, gold eyes flashing dangerously. “I s’pose I could find some time to stop by. See you then, sweetheart.”

Sett turned to walk away, but you stopped him with a call of his name. “Wait, your jacket–”

“Keep it for the night,” Sett replied. “I’ll get it from you tomorrow.”

You reluctantly agreed, stunned silent by his bold flirting, his jacket sitting warm on your shoulders as you watched him walk away. You stared at his broad back until he was out of sight, only then turning to head inside, knowing Taliyah would be waiting.

The next morning she was still on you as you spent some extra time getting ready.

“I still can’t believe he gave you his jacket,” she teased with a grin. “I mean, I figured he was probably into you, but–”

“You what?” you replied as you paused styling your hair.

“I kept telling you to talk to him,” she replied. “No guy like that is going to wait outside your work for days in a row just to yell at you for spilling ice on him. But I didn’t think you’d believe me if I told you.”

“I just feel so stupid giving myself heat stroke just go avoid him,” you lamented.

“Yeah,” Taliyah frowned. “If I had realized it was that hot out, I never would’ve let you go out in that thing.”

“It’s my own fault for being so dumb,” you insisted.

“But hey, it all worked out, didn’t it?” Taliyah grinned as she slipped on her water shoes. “You’ve got a hot lifeguard coming to visit you at work today.”

“Don’t remind me. I’m still super nervous,” you said, adjusting your beach dress over your most flattering swimsuit.

“You’ll be fine,” Taliyah replied. “He’s clearly super into you. You should’ve seen him when you passed out yesterday.”

“What?” You had been so tired last night that you had only told her the basics before crashing for the night, completely forgetting to ask her what had happened yesterday.

“Someone got him when you collapsed,” she told you. “You should’ve seen his face when he pulled off the poro head and saw it was you inside the costume! I tried to come with, but he told me he’d handle it. I maaay have threatened his life if anything happened to you, but just a little.”

You laughed. So that’s what Sett had been referring to.

Taliyah came up from behind you as you stared at your appearance in the mirror, resting her chin on your shoulder and meeting your eyes in the mirror. “Relax, you look great. Fuzzy ear boy isn’t gonna know what hit him!”

“Fuzzy ear–” you sputtered, laughing at Taliyah’s choice of words. “I guess his ears do look pretty fuzzy.”

“Well if he lets you pet them, tell me how soft they are!” she teased, pulling back from you to grab her bag. “Now let’s go. You’ve got a boy to meet!”

You somehow felt even more nervous today than you had the few days you had spent avoiding Sett. You were still having a hard time wrapping your head around the fact that a guy that looked like he had walked straight out of a fireman’s calendar was coming to your little beachfront ice cream stand for the sole purpose of getting your phone number. And his jacket, which was folded neatly on the countertop beside you.

You weren’t exactly sure when he was going to come. Usually, he would be there waiting outside in the morning before you opened, but all you had opened up to today was a sparsely-populated beachfront, no handsome lifeguards to be seen. By two in the afternoon, your anxiety had begun to get the better of you.

“Stop pacing,” Taliyah scolded you. “He’ll be here.”

“But what if he decided not to?” you said, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. “What if this was just a joke?”

“Then I’ll go kick his butt,” she responded plainly. “He’ll come. Relax.”

You were about to reply, when a ding of the service bell at the order window had you spinning around, ready to take an order, only for the words to die on your lips when you laid eyes on the well-muscled lifeguard with the fuzzy black ears just outside the order window, sending a grin your way.

“Here to pick up my order,” he said, leaning an arm against the window.

“Your… order?” you replied, too entranced by his appearance to properly make use of your brain.

“A pretty girl promised me her number if I came by,” he replied, looking down at you through his sunglasses.

“I… right… I…” You turned back quickly to see Taliyah staring expectantly at you, mouthing the word number at you. Right.

With slightly shaky hands, you reached for the small notepad at the front counter, taking that and a pen in hand and trying not to focus on the fact that Sett was watching you as you began to write.

Double-checking that the number was right, you handed the paper to him, your fingers touching as he took it from you. Remembering about your other promise, you reached over to grab the lifeguard jacket from the counter beside you. You went to hand him his jacket, surprised when he didn’t take it from you.

“What time do you get off?” he asked, and you answered a quiet six. “Give it back to me then.”

With a short wave and a grin, Sett made a show of stowing the phone number in his pocket before sauntering off and leaving you standing there slack-jawed.

“See? Was that so hard?” Taliyah called from her seat at the ice machine. “Now you just have to keep it together for your date.”

“I don’t know if I can,” you said, leaning back against the counter.

“You did last night, didn’t you?” she countered. “He’s just a guy. A really hot guy, but still. Don’t freak yourself out. You deserve a nice guy. It’s just a bonus that he has more abs than spiders have legs!”

You let out an amused huff. Taliyah was right, as she always was. You needed to get over yourself and let yourself have a good time tonight.”

But for now, you had customers to deal with. You and Taliyah let out a shared groan as you saw the nightmare mom and her army of brats heading towards you. You both returned to your posts, hoping their overly-complicated orders would be right on the first try this time.

Taliyah let out a yawn, stretching her arms high above her head before beginning the process of cleaning up for the day. After the last customer left, you hastily closed the order window, not wanting to give anyone the chance to come and beg about how it was only five minutes past closing and they’ve been wanting a banana split all day. You had learned your lesson from that mistake on day two.

Once the order windows were closed and locked, you joined Taliyah at the side counter, helping to return all the different containers of toppings to their rightful places. You found your hands moving slower, your nerves slowing you down in order to prolong the inevitable.

Taliyah eventually got tired of your pitiful attempt at stalling for time and gently removed the container of blue sprinkles from your grasp. “Just go, I’ll finish up here.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, and Taliyah sent you an unimpressed look. “Okay, fine, I’m going, I’m going.”

“I hope you know I expect all the details later!” she grinned as you made your way to the door, hesitating with your hand on the door handle for only a moment before opening the door.

It was mercifully less warm outside today than it had been yesterday, not to mention that you were also minus a heavy mascot costume. Yesterday hadn’t ended too badly for you, but you would still prefer to not end today in a hospital if you exacerbated your current heat-sensitive state.

You weren’t sure if you preferred if Sett was already there, or if you got there first to wait for him; neither option seemed to abate your nerves. But of course, the lifeguard was prompt as always, leaning against one of the beams that held up the awning above the order window.

You didn’t think you had been making much noise walking along the sand, but he seemed to hear you, turning to face you with a grin as you approached.

“Ready?” he asked as you came to a stop before him, tucking some of your hair behind your ear in an effort to keep your cool.

“Yeah,” you answered, impressed that your voice hadn’t come out squeaky with how nervous you were.

“Good,” he replied, before his grin turned teasing. “Was half expectin’ ya to come on our date in that rat costume.”

“Poro!” you corrected again, trying not to get flustered by his mention of this being a date. You weren’t sure what else it would be, but you couldn’t help the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach when he had acknowledged the obvious.

He surprised you by taking your hand, pulling you along with him as you tried desperately not to stumble and fall into the sand.

The beach crowd was beginning to thin out, people heading home or to one of the many beachfront restaurants nearby. Watching as a kid packed up his sand toys, you wondered if one of those restaurants was where you were headed as well. Sett hadn’t told you anything about what the plan was, and you found yourself curious when he led you to the bright white lifeguard office.

At first, you had thought that maybe he had forgotten something, at least until you followed him into the small building to see what looked to be the table that had previously held all the first aid kits, now decked out in a soft-looking purple picnic blanket. On top of the makeshift picnic table was a spread of various tasty-looking finger foods, the scene completed by two chairs pulled up to the table, cushions with a starfish pattern placed on the seats.

You were perhaps too dumbfounded by the sight, as you snapped out of it to Sett calling your name, looking over at him to see him looking surprisingly tense. You should probably say something, you realized.

“It looks great,” you said, meaning every word as you looked over the table. “Are those cabbage rolls?”

“Ma helped me make ‘em,” Sett explained, looking bashful for the first time since you had met him as he raised an arm to scratch at the back of his neck. “Helped me with all of this, actually. Never done anythin’ like this before.”

“You mean a picnic?” you asked curiously.

Sett chuckled. “Picnics. Dates. Not a lotta women ‘round here who wanted anythin’ to do with a fatherless half-breed.”

You had a hard time believing that; you had noticed several mothers checking him out as they packed their family’s stuff to leave the beach. But the hint of something sad in his eyes made you reconsider. You had no memory of seeing someone like him that summer you had spent here, but it wasn’t like that was a surprise to you. You and Taliyah had been in your own little world at that time, only ever spending time with each other.

“Well I’m excited to try your cooking,” you said, figuring a change of subject was for the best.

Sett grinned as he sat down. “Should be decent. Haven’t poisoned anyone since high school.”

Your eyes widened, hand freezing on its path to grab a cabbage roll, startled eyes darting to his.

Sett let out a bark of laughter at your alarmed face. “Relax. Wouldn’t poison ya. Maybe those kids that keep swimmin’ into the boating zone, but not you.”

“Thanks… I think?” you replied, biting your lip as you stared down at the cabbage rolls, weighing your options.

“Wasn’t real poison anyways,” he scoffed, taking some rolls from himself. “Not my fault sugar and salt look the same.”

You laughed, grabbing some food for yourself at last. “I suppose they kinda do.”

“Ma didn’t wanna hurt my feelings, but I knew when I tried some myself,” he explained.

“It was nice of her to try,” you offered.

“Too nice,” he said. “Ma is always too nice. Never said anythin’ bad about my old man, even after what he did. Had to work three jobs for years because of that bastard, but not a word.”

“Well I’m sure she’s glad she has you,” you commented. “Even if you give her food poisoning sometimes.”

“Once,” he corrected, taking a bite. “Learned my lesson the first time.”

You followed his lead, finding the food to be entirely poison-free, and actually the best home-cooked meal you had eaten in a long time. The conversation moved to swapping work stories, and you were unsurprised to find out that the mother and her the demon children had been a thorn in Sett’s side as well.

“They really buried sleeping sunbathers in sand?”

“Five times in a day one time,” Sett grouchily confirmed. “Last time Braum went to handle it. Said I would bury those little assholes under the sand if I had to go yell at them one more time.”

You sympathized with his pain. You felt lucky that you had only experienced the tip of the annoyingness iceberg with that group of little terrors.

“Braum?” you inquired as you both left the lifeguard office, the beach now fully dark.

“Fellow lifeguard,” he answered, nonchalantly taking your hand in his as you made your way off the beach. “Bald, giant moustache, even bigger than me. Better at the whole gentle-but-firm thing than I am.”

“Oh, I think I’ve seen him before. He comes by for poro pops sometimes,” you said, mind drawing a picture of the surprisingly friendly man in the small purple swim bottoms with a weakness for poro-shaped ice pops. “So are you the head lifeguard then?”

Sett considered your question. “Guess I am the boss of ‘em. All of the other lifeguards are always comin’ at me with problems to solve. The extra pay doesn’t hurt either if I wanna keep momma from feelin’ like she has to work.”

“Say thank you to her from me for the dinner. It was really good,” you said as you passed by the familiar tacky souvenir shop.

“She’ll be happy to hear it,” he replied with a soft smile that made your heart thump in your chest. “I know she wishes she had more to cook for than just me.”

You both came to a stop before Taliyah’s house, and you sneakily glanced over just to make sure Taliyah wasn’t peeking out from a window, which she wasn’t. You turned your focus back to Sett, only to find him closer than he had just been. How was he so good at sneaking up on you?

A large hand came up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing against your cheek, and your face was tilted up towards Sett’s. You were glad it was dark out, because otherwise you knew your reddening cheeks would be obvious.

“Still afraid of me?” he asked, voice low, lips so close to yours that you could make out a small scar that crossed over his bottom lip.

“No,” you answered, making no move to pull away as you stared up into his eyes. “Not unless I was about to taste your high school cooking.”

“Smart,” he replied with a smirk. “But I’m talkin’ about right now, because if you don’t turn and run into that house, I’m gonna kiss you.”

Your bag almost tumbled from your grasp, but you held fast as you stared at Sett, whose own had already become half-lidded. You had no words to describe how much you didn’t want to run right now, so you didn’t use any, instead angling your face further upwards, trying to make your willingness abundantly clear.

With a grin, he leaned down and kissed you.

Pulling back slightly, he dove back in, his other hand coming to your waist to pull you against him. You happily leant into him, your hands on his firm chest.

When he pulled back again, you opened your eyes at last, feeling almost as dizzy as right before you had passed out from heat stroke.

Sett looked content, and you were only hoping you looked half as composed as he did right now. He leaned back in to give you one more peck before pulling back from you entirely, the cold from the air outside immediately apparent as soon as you were minus his warm hands against your skin.

“Think I’ll stop by tomorrow,” he said. “Been cravin’ a cherry snowball for some reason lately.”

Sett was a man of his word, you learned, though you were less happy to see him the next day when he asked if he could order a cherry snowball served like last time, and then laughed as you had proceeded to sputter like a broken machine.

His visits became daily, sometimes bringing Braum with him, who continued to surprise you with the sheer amount of poro pops he was able to consume in one sitting. Quite a few nights a week, you had found yourself all around Port Navori with the half-Vastayan lifeguard. You were surprised at how supportive Taliyah was being, considering you had originally come here to spend time with her.

“Gives me more time to surf,” she answered with a shrug when you had asked her. “And maybe that boyfriend of yours can convince you to stay here after the summer is over.”

“Boyfriend?” you yelped, and Taliyah raised an eyebrow.

“You aren’t? I thought he would have made it official by now. It’s been over two weeks… have you guys even done it?”

“Taliyah!” you scolded her, switching back to professional mode as a group of people approached the stand.

As you helped prepare their orders, you couldn’t help but think about what she had said. You and Sett had kissed quite a lot actually, but he had yet to do more than that. But it was far too embarrassing a subject for you to have the confidence to broach, so you had resolved yourself to just be content with things as they were.

It was just your luck that right then was when Sett had decided to make his daily visit to the stand, approaching the counter as the other group left.

Taliyah apparently wasn’t done pestering you for the day as she sped to meet him at the counter before you could get there yourself.

“Hey!” she greeted Sett with a sly smile as you stood frozen behind her, nervous about her motivations. “You’re on your break, right?”

Sett raised an eyebrow. “What about it?”

“Well,” she said, in the voice you knew meant that she wanted something. “There’s a surfing contest I entered, and it’s almost my turn and it won’t even take that long and–”

“Tali!” you interrupted, rushing over to the counter.

“All I need is an hour,” Taliyah insisted, before pulling you beside her at the counter. “And she needs some help while I’m gone since lunchtime is when most of the people come by.”

“I’m fine, I–”

“I’m in,” Sett cut in, eyeing you with almost palpable smugness.

“Awesome!” Taliyah replied, immediately shucking her apron and hat onto the floor in her haste to get out the door. “Have fun, see you after I win!”

“Taliyah!”

Your call of her name fell on deaf ears as she already had her board and was out the door, leaving you standing at the counter with Sett still leaning against the counter.

Sett reached up to pull his sunglasses off, tucking them into his packet, his golden eyes fully uncovered and sparkling with mischief, the sight alone making you feel weary.

“Well? You gonna invite me in?” he asked. “Not sure I’d fit through the window.”

You scrambled to meet him at the back door, not wanting him to try and get into the shop through the order window that was less wide than he was. It was a strange feeling to open the back door of the shop to a guy that was almost too tall for the doorway, and another thing entirely to try and corral him into behaving as you tried to keep the ice cream stand functioning while Taliyah was gone.

“Aren’t lifeguards supposed to set a good example for others?” you huffed, wiping ice from your apron. At least he hadn’t made things truly equal and put cherry syrup on the ball of shaved ice he had pressed against your neck.

“Not when I’m off the clock,” he answered. “Besides, it’s my once in a lifetime chance to see what workin’ one of these is like.”

It would definitely be only one time if you had anything to say about it. If the almost-hour with him here had taught you anything, it was that Sett was not cut out to work in an ice cream shop.

The scoops of ice cream he doled out were easily twice the size of the ones Taliyah did, which made for happy customers, but a less happy bottom line if he was here for more than an hour. He was also lacking Taliyah’s patience, and you were forced to sideline him when an especially picky middle-aged woman came by who insisted you remake her smoothie four times until it had an acceptable pH level. The woman’s complaints had miraculously stopped the moment Sett had approached the window himself, becoming so invested in flirting with the handsome lifeguard that she had snatched her next smoothie attempt from you without complaint, not even glancing your way as she batted her eyes at him, only leaving when he excused himself with an excuse of needing to make more orders.

You approached Sett to check on him and found yourself pulled down into his lap as he leaned back in the chair.

Huffing, he pulled you against him, nuzzling against your neck. “Don’t know how you deal with that. Couldn’t pay me to make her damn smoothie one more time.”

“You get used to it,” you replied. “Don’t you deal with worse as a lifeguard?”

“Yeah,” he grunted. “But nothin’ sayin’ I gotta be nice when I deal with ‘em.”

“That’s true,” you laughed.

“If anyone complains, they can go somewhere else. Ain’t another beach within a hundred miles as well-run as this one,” he bragged, kissing at your neck.

As much as you were enjoying his sudden affection, you knew time was running low until Taliyah would return. You made to pull back to tell Sett that, but were instead pulled into a kiss that took you a few breathless moments to find the strength to escape.

“This Friday,” he murmured, face inches from yours. “There’s a party at the pool. You should come with me.”

You had heard about the exclusive pool parties on this beach from Taliyah, but hadn’t expected to ever get an invite. The pool, which was at the far end of the beach from the ice cream stand, was as exclusive as it got. Gated with walls so high that you couldn’t see in, it was the membership-only place to be for all of the elite in the beach town of Port Navori.

“Is that… okay?” you asked hesitantly.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” he countered, and you didn’t really have an answer. “It’ll be fine. Come. Have some people I wanna introduce ya to.”

The door burst open at the same time as you nodded your agreement, revealing Taliyah clutching both her dripping board as well as a shiny blue ribbon.

“You won?” you asked, trying to disentangle yourself from Sett, who reluctantly let you up.

“Easily!” Taliyah gloated. “Nobody else stood a chance. So how were things here?”

“The money ain’t worth the drama of this place,” Sett griped.

Taliyah laughed. “Smoothie lady come back with a vengeance?”

“I’ll take kids buryin’ sunbathers up to their ears over this any day,” he replied with a grimace, standing up and stretching.

At his mention of ears, Taliyah had brought both hands up to her own head about where Sett’s were on his head, and you quickly waved at her to cut it out before he saw. Thankfully she did, but you could tell that you were going to get asked if you had pet his ears yet as soon as his fuzzy ears were out of earshot.

“I’ll text ya the time when I know it,” Sett said, giving you a quick kiss on the head and a two-fingered salute to Taliyah before heading out the back door.

“So?” Taliyah asked, pulling the chair up to the ice cream station after she had stashed her prize ribbon in her bag. “Are they as soft as they look?”

“I didn’t pet them,” you answered.

“It’s been over two weeks!” she complained. “Has he at least asked you to be his girlfriend yet?”

You shook your head. “He did invite me to a pool party with him on Friday at that fancy pool.”

“Really?” Taliyah responded, eyes wide. “You have to tell me what it’s like! I mean, I’ve seen satellite photos, but it’s not the same…”

“I’ll probably be too nervous to remember any of it,” you grumbled.

“This is your chance!” Taliyah encouraged. “By Friday it’ll be three weeks. You need to ask him if he sees you as his girlfriend or not.”

You reeled back, waves of anticipatory anxiety rolling over you. “I don’t want to scare him off. What if this is just casual to him and I’m too dumb to see it?”

“Then you’ll know,” she replied. “I know you. It’ll eat you up if you put this much energy into a guy without knowing how he feels about you. So ask. If he says no, then at least you’ll have an entire store’s worth of ice cream to drown yourself in after!”

Taliyah was right. She was always right. You knew that you couldn’t keep whatever this was up without knowing where you stood with him. The more time you spent with Sett, the more you wanted, and if he intended to keep things casual, you would rather know sooner so you could make an informed decision.

So that would be the plan then. Go to the party, have a good time (and get some photos of the pool for Taliyah) and then ask Sett about the state of your relationship. Sounded easy in theory. You could only hope you could muster up the courage to go through with the plan when the time came.

After hearing that the party was to start at four, Taliyah had gone all out, closing the stand at two so she could help you get ready to impress the snobs. You hadn’t put up too much of a fight, happy to have her help and her company, as your nerves only climbed higher the closer it got to four o’clock.

“You’ll be fine,” Taliyah said as she styled your hair. “You’ll only feel worse if you don’t get an answer from him. And with how good you’ll look at the party, he won’t be able to say no!”

“Thanks, Tali,” you replied gratefully. “I promise I’ll get you a bunch of photos of the pool. And whatever else you want.”

“What I want is for you to stay here for good,” she said. “So really I’m just doing myself a favor by helping you. This place has been a hundred times more bearable since you’ve been here, and I want it to stay that way.”

“Still,” you persisted. “I feel bad that you’re going to so much trouble. If you want anything, just let me know.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Taliyah dismissed with a wave of her hand. “You should get going, don’t wanna be late to the fancy pool party.”

She practically shoved you out the door, and then you were alone, walking down the mostly-empty sidewalk. As you walked along the street, you couldn’t help but dwell on the possibilities. What would happen at the party? What would Sett say?

If he told you that he wasn’t looking for anything serious, what would you do? It was hard to have an answer for until you were in the moment, since a lot of it would depend on what Sett’s answer would be.

You walked through the parking lot, and then onto the beach, passing by kids building sandcastles and games of beach volleyball as you walked towards the end of the beach where the pool was. As you made your way to the fancier end of the beach, you began to notice the differences that marked the split between here and the side of the beach that you were usually on.

The shops on this side of the beach were much fancier, the sand littered with designer beach chairs and umbrellas. It was crazy just how different two ends of one beach could be.

The pool was noticeable from a great distance, or at least the wall white walls that surrounded it were. At least you weren’t going to get lost and miss the party entirely.

You approached the pristine white stairs that led from the beach up to the pool entrance, equal parts excited and apprehensive. The entrance was an open doorway, covered by a deep blue curtain and guarded by a muscled bouncer in white. The sight alone was intimidating; why hadn’t you just asked Sett to meet you beforehand?

You plastered a reluctant smile on your face before approaching the man. “Hi, I–”

“Name,” he interrupted, not looking up from his clipboard, sunglasses too dark for you to see his eyes.

Well it wasn’t like you hadn’t expected some level of standoffishness from the elite side of the beach. Keeping your smile up, you told him your name, waiting the prerequisite few moments for him to leaf through the list.

He seemed to have found what he was looking for, as his hand with the clipboard went to his side and he moved over to the curtain, pulling it to one side to allow you to enter. He had said nothing further, but seemed to be staring in your direction, so you took that as your cue and walked towards the now-open entryway and into the pool.

The entryway led into a hallway with pristine white walls, soft lighting hanging overhead. You could begin to hear chatter as you got closer to the end of the hallway, exiting into an explosion of sight and sound.

The pool was huge, and there seemed to be an intricate gold pattern on the tiles at the bottom. The pool was surrounded by lounge chairs and umbrellas, tropical foliage bordering the inner walls around the pool.

There were people all over, in and out of the pool. There was also a bar in the center which seemed to be very popular, as many people were carrying around intricate-looking cocktails.

More than the scenery or the people, your eyes were scanning the area for Sett. You checked your phone again to make sure, finding that it was the time he had told you to be here for. Maybe he was just running late or…

Your rising concern was broken up by the tap of designer wedges on the granite heading your way. You looked up from your phone to see two girls heading towards you, one of which you realized you had seen before.

The stuck-up redhead that had been the reason you had been out on the beach to spill the snowball on Sett in the first place was striding towards you, not a hair out of place underneath her likely-expensive sun hat. At her side was a lilac-haired woman in a swimsuit with a plunging neckline that was color blocked with various shades of purple. Together they made quite a striking pair, but your previous encounter with the redhead had you wishing that Sett would get here soon to save you from the impending conversation.

“Look, Sarah,” the purple-haired one sneered as they came to a stop before you. “So eager to pretend she’s one of us that she rushed right over.”

You took a step back, but that only seemed to embolden them.

Sarah lowered her sunglasses, staring at you like you were in her way. “Sad when they don’t know their place, Syndra.”

“Sett invited me here,” you replied defensively.

The women exchanged a pointed look before Sarah raised an eyebrow at you, a hand on her hip. “You ever think about why that was?”

“What?” you replied, unsure of what she was getting at.

“She doesn’t get it,” Syndra said with a cruel undertone in her voice that unnerved you.

“Look around,” Sarah said sharply. “Really look. Do half the people here look like they belong?”

You looked around, not sure what you were supposed to be seeing. A man with a hook-nose sat at the pool bar, flanked by women in skimpy bikinis. A humanoid form that seemed to be made of water conversed poolside with a large purple man in a ratty straw hat who was holding a ukulele. What were you supposed to be noticing?

“Sett is too nice to break it to you, so the job falls to me,” Sarah said with a smirk. “This is our annual loser fest. Charity case race. Bring-a-freak-to-work-day.”

“Pig party,” Syndra supplied.

“Yeah, pig party,” Sarah repeated, noticing your confused look. “Don’t know what that is? Poor thing.”

“I don’t–”

“It’s pretty simple,” Sarah interrupted. “We take half the summer to find the biggest freak we can, and then we bring them all together and crown a winner, and by the looks of you, Sett is really going for the top prize.”

You gasped, eyes wide, suddenly feeling like you were going to be sick.

“Aw, you really thought he liked you, huh?” Syndra mocked with fake sweetness.

“He didn’t… he never…” you stammered, clutching your bag to your chest.

“Well duh,” Sarah replied haughtily. “He wanted to win. Do you tell a pig when it’s about to become bacon?”

“What is meaning of this?” Braum accused, storming up to your group. “I have not heard of such a thing!”

“Need-to-know, Braum,” Syndra dismissed.

“And you didn’t need to know,” Sarah added.

You felt numb. This whole time… is that why Sett wouldn’t ask you to be his girlfriend? Why he never did more than kiss you? All this time, he had just seen you as a prize pig for an ugly date contest? It all made sense now, why he had been so desperate to get your number. He had never liked you… it had all been one sick joke. You should’ve known; nobody as attractive as Sett would ever see you as anything but a freak. And was too cowardly to come and tell you the truth to your face.

“Look, she’s crying,” Syndra taunted. “Don’t cry! Soon you’ll be queen pig!”

You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t stay here with all these people who saw you as less than human as your heart was breaking into pieces. You were so, so stupid, now wanting nothing more than to cry in peace. So you did, turning and running as fast as your legs would take you out of this awful place.

“Bye, piggy! We’ll ship you the ribbon!”

You heard Braum shout your name, as well as the cruel laughter of the women, but you didn’t stop running. Not when you got to the beach, nor the parking lot or the tacky souvenir shop, the sayings on the gaudy shirts too blurry to read through your tears. Your feet didn’t stop until you were at the doorstep to Taliyah’s home, out of breath, tears running down your cheeks.

The door opened, Taliyah’s face appearing in the doorway. “Hey, did you forget– wait, what happened?”

“Settrigh, stay still!”

Sett frowned, but did as his momma requested, allowing her to tie the ends of his hair after she had finished arranging it. He loved his ma dearly, but he really didn’t have time for her to redo his hair ten times right now.

It was getting way too close to the start time he had given you, and with how nervous of a person you were, he had intended to be on time, but that was before his mother had discovered the reason why he was cutting their visit short today.

Ma was aware that he had been seeing someone, had been ever since Sett had needed help making food for their first date.

“You do intend to let me meet her, Settrigh?” she asked, stepping back once she had fixed his hair to her satisfaction.

“Yes, ma,” he answered, standing up from the chair.

He wasn’t exactly surprised by his momma’s eagerness, considering this was the first girl he had ever dated, let alone considered introducing to her. This world was shallow; he had learned that early in life, which may be why he found himself so drawn to a girl who had put her all into having nothing to do with him. You broke up the monotony in this busy beach town and gave him something to look forward to other than seeing his ma for the first time in a long time.

Sett knew he was working on a time limit. You had mentioned that you had planned on only visiting Port Navori for the summer, and the summer was half over already, which meant his chances to convince you to stay were also halved, which is where tonight came in.

He had been taking things slow, not wanting to come on too strong and scare you off like he had watched happen to many a beachfront pick-up artist. He had been unwilling to rush things and lose you, but the slip of the calendar into August had forced his hand.

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit apprehensive as to how today would end. How would you take him asking you to be girlfriend? He could only hope that he hadn’t misread you entirely.

He didn’t go to the pool parties often, but it seemed like a good way for him to introduce you to his friends, as they didn’t often all gather outside of those parties. He knew you would likely feel out of place, but Braum would be there, and he intended to stick by your side the entire time. And then after the party, if things went well, then maybe he would end the night with you as his girlfriend, but the party would be the first step.

As he left his ma’s house, he found his mind turning to the party. If you were wearing that red swimsuit you had worn last week, then it was going to be a difficult night for his self-control. His desire to take things slow had really taken a hit then, his only saving grace being ma’s lecture on being a gentleman pounding in his head as he tried not to look at how your chest was half-busting out of your top as you leaned over to pick a thread off of his glove. You were really too hot for your own good, which made him all the more eager to see you.

He knew he was running late, the party having started at least ten minutes earlier. It wasn’t his style to be late, but he was also pretty helpless to defy his ma. He only hoped that you hadn’t given up on him and left.

He took the shortest route possible, which included a short trek through some bushes that left him more leafy than he would’ve liked, but it was all forgotten when he spotted the stairs that led up to the pool entrance.

He was able to bypass the doorman who was only half as big as he was and seemed to be wary of interacting with him, stepping out of the way as Sett approached. He pushed past the curtain, hurried steps heading down the hallway. You hadn’t been waiting outside, so clearly you had been able to get in. He tried to fight back the excited grin that wanted to take over his face, but it was a losing battle as he entered the pool area, eyes immediately scanning the area for you.

“Your cruelty is unimaginable!” Braum’s booming voice carried easily through the air. “That girl has done nothing to be deserving of such treatment!”

What had Braum so worked up? Generally he was an easy guy to get along with, easily Sett’s most tolerable co-lifeguard. Not much phased him, which was a little concerning. But Sett had other priorities, the most important being locating you.

You weren’t in the pool, and didn’t seem to be sitting in any of the chairs. Maybe you had gone to the bathroom and would be right back–

“Well how else was she supposed to know Sett is too good for her? She clearly wasn’t going to see reality without a little help.”

Sett’s ears perked up, his attention snagged by the mention of his name, but especially by the latter half of the sentence. He turned around to see Sarah Fortune with Syndra at her side, who had her arms crossed and looked bored. In front of them was Braum, looking more irate than Sett had ever seen him.

“What’s this about?” Sett asked in a warning tone as he approached, the fur of his ears standing on end, leaving him feeling like he wasn’t going to like where this was headed.

“Nothing you need to worry about,” Sarah dismissed, flipping her hair behind her shoulder with a flick of her head. “We just showed a daydreaming little clout chaser the way out.”

Sett’s eyebrow rose. “A what?”

“Your ice cream girl,” Braum cut in. “These two have told her that this is a party for pigs. They have told her that you intend to bring her here to win ugly contest, and then she had run off.”

“What?” Sett growled dangerously, but the two women remained nonplussed.

“We did you a favor,” Syndra stressed. “If we get a reputation of letting just anyone in, then we’ll lose all status as members of the ruling class of the food chain. So we decided to throw this little pig party to make you come back to your senses.”

“You’re one of us, Sett,” Sarah added. “This pool doesn’t have room for little nobodies who don’t know their place.”

“Rather be a nobody than whatever the hell this is,” Sett snarled angrily, the full knowledge of the truth turning his bad feeling to a mix of simmering fury at the two women, and worry for you. He hated himself for being late and allowing this to happen to you. “Save your concern and don’t talk to me again.”

“But we were–” Syndra started, but Sett wasn’t in the mood.

“If you even look at her again, you’ll have me to deal with. And unlike that girl you just bullied outta here, I ain’t so nice.”

With that, Sett turned on his heel and stormed towards the exit to go do his best to fix this mess.

Braum quickly followed behind him. “My friend, I am sorry I could not stop them in time.”

“Ain’t your fault,” Sett replied. “Wish I’d have known. Gotta go see if she’ll even talk to me at this point.”

“I wish you luck,” Braum said as exited the hallway and emerged out into the sunny late afternoon.

Sett parted from Braum, taking the stairs two at a time as he surveyed the area, trying to see if he could catch sight of you. He quickly crossed the sand, making a beeline for the ice cream stand, even if it seemed like a longshot. He passed by a group of kids throwing sand on an older man sleeping on a towel, but ignored it and kept going. If anything was on fire, Braum could put it out. Sett’s sole focus right now was finding you and hoping you’d let him explain himself.

His chest felt heavy with anger and regret. How could he have let this happen? He hadn’t realized how cruel those women could be, and it had led to them making you believe he thought you were some freak he was using for convenience, which could not be farther from the truth.

Seeing those two talk about you like you were a pariah had brought him right back to when he was younger, to what he had endured at the hands of people just like Syndra and Sarah. People who had ostracized him, did their best to make him feel like he didn’t have a place here. Sett-the-beast-boy-bastard; the words had haunted him for a long time.

He had grown tough in response to the years of bullying, but you hadn’t. This was your first exposure to how awful this place could be. He and ma had dealt with it for years after pa ran off; he had nearly gotten expelled from school after a particularly bad fight with a kid that had made one too many nasty comments about his ma to his face.

Sett stopped, letting out a frustrated sigh as he saw the large closed sign on the front windows of the ice cream shop. So that was a bust. Without giving the store a second look, he continued on towards the rocks and then up to the parking lot.

There was only one other place to try. Chest tight, Sett followed the same path he had the night of your first date, the same path he took every time he walked you home. The walk there was one long blur, his feet unable to stop moving until the familiar house was in sight. Without a moment’s hesitation, Sett approached the front door, rapping his knuckles against the wood. When no answer came, he tried again, and after a few moments, the door opened to reveal Taliyah, who glared once she caught sight of him.

“What do you want?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Is she here? I need to talk to her,” Sett said, urgency bleeding into his voice.

Taliyah sighed, stepping outside and closing the door behind her. “You’re lucky I’m even talking to you after this. You don’t deserve to talk to her if that’s how you let your friends treat her.”

“They ain’t my friends,” Sett argued. “If I’d have known they were gonna pull that shit–”

A sly smile lifted the corner of Taliyah’s lips. “Good answer. If you had said anything else, then I’d be slamming the door in your face right about now.”

“Then can I–”

“Talk to her?” Taliyah interrupted. “Nope. Not a good idea.”

Sett’s face must have taken on a darker quality, because Taliyah retreated back a step, raising her hands in the air in mock surrender. “Relax, tough guy. I didn’t mean it like that. But she’s a little too upset to talk to you right now.”

The information only made Sett feel worse. He wanted so badly to talk to you, to do what he had wanted to do before this mess had happened and make you his girlfriend. You had never felt farther away than you did right now.

“Give me some time to calm her down. I can get her to be at the pier at seven, then the rest is up to you,” she said, levelling him with a stern look. “I know this wasn’t your fault. That’s the only reason I’m giving you a chance. She really likes you, so try not to make her feel any worse than she already does. Bye.”

And then Taliyah was gone, retreating back into the house and leaving Sett standing on the doorstep.

“Brought you some water,” Taliyah announced as she entered the room, glass in hand.

“Who was at the door?” you asked.

She shrugged. “Someone looking for my dad. Told them he’s not here.”

You nodded. It was probably too much to hope that it would be Sett. You winced as you thought his name. You hated how much you wanted to see him, someone who had used you to win some popular kid ugly date contest.

So it had all been a lie then? All the things he had told you about his life, his family? Every time he had kissed you, was he picturing kissing one of those girls instead? Is this really what popular people did for fun? You felt stupid for falling for it, for falling for him. You were so stupid.

With some prompting from Taliyah, you took a sip of the water. After she had made sure you had drank the whole glass, she sat down next to you, taking the glass from you and setting it down on the bedside table.

“I should have known,” you croaked.

“Known that popular girls are bitchy? Maybe,” she responded.

“That it was too good to be true,” you corrected.

“You’re acting like you’re eighty,” she scolded. “There are other guys out there. Ones who don’t have shitty friends.”

“Yeah, I know,” you replied. “But I really liked him. And I didn’t even get to pet his stupid fuzzy ears.”

“Well if you’re joking, then you must be doing okay,” she said. “How about we go do something to take your mind off of things?”

You frowned, and she rolled her eyes. “Not right this second. I’ll give you until six-thirty to get yourself ready to go.”

Taliyah got up off the bed and headed towards the door. “I’m not gonna let your night be ruined because of a couple of snobs.”

She closed the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts again. You laid back on the bed, intent on taking some time before you got ready to just veg out. As much as the notion of going out didn’t excite you right now, it was probably better than being a mopey mess all night. There would be other guys; it was just a shame that you had liked this one so much.

Two hours later, you were walking down the street with Taliyah. Your getting ready to go had consisted of washing your face of all the smeared makeup from your crying, brushing your hair into a semi-decent state and then watching dumb cat videos on your phone until you felt like you didn’t want to crawl in a hole and die.

Taliyah had assured you that you didn’t look bad, which you might have believed if you hadn’t seen yourself in the mirror as you were leaving, but at this point you were beyond caring about how you looked right now.

Taliyah had refused to tell you where she was taking you, and so you were forced to follow her down the familiar path towards the beach, unsure of where it was you were being led. Part of you was worried that you might run into Sett, but then the more rational side of you took over; he was likely back at that pool, partying it up with those girls and lamenting that you had run off before he could win his ugly date prize. It was crazy to realize just how flawed your judgment had been.

You had expected to be walking onto the beach, as it was where you two usually spent most of your time, but Taliyah didn’t go to the parking lot, instead heading towards the rockier section of the beach. You hadn’t been over here before, only vaguely aware of the area as a prime fishing location, bait shops and the like lining the street across from this part of the beachfront.

She took you past the fishing spots, down to near the end of the beach, where there was a small pier that went about thirty feet out into the sea. Like most of the beach at this time on a weekday, the pier was empty, most of the fishermen also having headed out with their day’s catches.

Taliyah led you down the pier to the small bench at the end of it, pushing you to sit down. When she didn’t do the same, you looked up at her, confused.

“I’ll be right back,” she said. “I’m gonna go grab something to help cheer you up. You just enjoy the view for a bit.”

You decided to follow her advice, staring out at the water. There wasn’t much to see other than some boats in the far distance and some buoys bobbing in the water that marked the swimming section from the boating section.

It was kind of nice in a way, the calm waters helping you to relax as you watched the waves roll in and out. You stayed like that for a while as you allowed yourself to zone out until you began to wonder how much time had passed. Pulling out your phone, you saw that it had been almost twenty minutes, and yet there was no sign of Taliyah as you looked around.

You had assumed that she went to get you two some food, which likely was still the case. Some of the places here tended to have rather large dinnertime crowds, so a twenty minute plus wait wasn’t exactly unusual. You had no idea where she had gone, so all you could do was wait. If she wasn’t back by seven, you would just text her and ask what was up.

You let yourself be taken in again by the rolling waves as you continued to wait, trying to recall what kinds of restaurants there were on the beachfront. It couldn’t be that fish and chips place; Taliyah had spent a full half hour last week complaining about how stale their food was. Or the taco place, since it had been closed for renovations for the past week. You had been trying to think of a third option when your concentration was broken by someone taking a seat next to you on the bench.

You looked over, expecting to see Taliyah back with some food, but instead nearly jolted off of the bench when next to you was the very man you were out here trying to forget.

Just seeing him when you were feeling so pathetic sent a jolt of you weren’t sure what up your spine, your flight instincts screaming at you as you made to stand up, only to be stopped by a firm grip on your wrist.

“I know you don’t wanna see my face right now,” Sett said. “But I can explain.”

“Explain what?” you replied meekly. “Those girls explained enough.”

“I haven’t,” he insisted. “Just listen for a minute. Then you can leave, or punch me, whatever you want.”

You took a look around, still not seeing Taliyah anywhere. You weren’t sure what he could have to say that would make much of a difference, but you sat back down, and he let go of your wrist.

You turned reluctantly to face Sett, waiting for him to talk first.

“Never told ‘em to do somethin’ like that,” he said gruffly. “Didn’t even know about it ‘til I got there and you weren’t there.”

“But they said…” you started, taking a breath to keep yourself calm as you prepared to recount the hurtful words. “They said you were only spending time with me so you could win their whole ugly date contest.”

Sett’s eyes narrowed, the skin of his knuckles tightening on his curling fists. “First I’ve heard of it. Ain’t no way you’d ever place in an ugly contest anyways.”

His words threw you. “Wait, so you don’t think I’m ugly?”

He snorted, a grin playing at his lips. “Well I was plannin’ on askin’ you to be my girlfriend after the party, so nah, I don’t think you’re ugly.”

“You–” you gasped, pulse skyrocketing. This was not how you expected this conversation to go. You were half convinced you were experiencing auditory hallucinations until Sett reached over, pulling you into his side.

“This is my fault,” he spoke lowly. “If I hadn’t been late, I’d have been there to stop that from happening.”

“What happened when you got there?” you asked quietly.

“Braum told me what happened, then those two tried tellin’ me they did it for my sake,” he growled. “I thought I was used to seein’ through bullies from how I grew up. Doesn’t matter now, they won’t be botherin’ you anymore unless they wanna find out why momma says I got her temper.”

“Why were you late anyways?” you asked.

He groaned, leaning his head back against the bench. Even with the sun mostly set, you could clearly see a pink tone to his cheeks.

“What is it?” you pressed, curious about why the intimidating lifeguard was suddenly being so shy.

He let out a long sigh, finally meeting your eyes. “Ma was doin’ my hair.”

You looked him over, realizing that his hair did seem to be tied differently today. The only thing that looked the same was his ears, just as fluffy as they always looked. You could almost hear Taliyah’s voice screaming in your head to pet them. Speaking of Taliyah…

“Taliyah!” you gasped, trying to extract yourself from Sett’s grip, but failing. If Taliyah was to come and see you here with the guy she had taken you out to forget about… “My friend, she’ll be back any second and–”

Sett laughed, and you were immediately left with the feeling that you were missing something.

“She ain’t comin’ back,” he said amusedly. “I’ve got you all to myself for the night… if that’s what you want.”

“Taliyah set me up?” you breathed, not having suspected a thing.

“I asked her to,” Sett explained. “Wasn’t about to let you go ‘cuz of some shallow assholes.”

Taliyah was much sneakier than you had given her credit for, you realized, but you couldn’t bring yourself to mind right now. Though that didn’t mean you weren’t hungry, your previous stress melting away and removing the only distraction from your empty stomach.

“So,” you hummed. “Are you still going to ask me to be your girlfriend?”

You still had no idea what would happen by the end of the summer, but you really wanted this. You wanted him.

“Yeah, was plannin’ on it.”

You had thought about it all the way back to Sett’s house. Was it really for the best to go back to your city when the summer was over? Back to your parents’ house to find an equally demanding and unfulfilling job?

The more you thought about it, the more you wanted to stay. Taliyah was here, Sett was here, and other than your brief nasty encounter at the pool earlier, this summer had been the best one you’d had in a long time.

Sett seemed intent on giving you more reasons to stay as he was on you pretty much as soon as you entered his house. You had been standing in the entryway, looking at a picture of what must have been Sett and his mother when he caught you off guard, picking you up from behind.

You yelped, turning your head back to face him just in time for him to dart forward to snatch a kiss.

“You’ll have time to look around later,” he said as he walked down the hall, nudging a door open with his shoulder and then taking you into what looked to be his bedroom.

Once again, you were scarcely granted a look around before Sett had overtaken your attention yet again. You were swiftly carried over and deposited on the bed, Sett eagerly caging your body down against the sheets with his own.

“I wanted to go slow,” he said against your ear. “Didn’t wanna mess things up. But that’s not what you want, is it?”

“No,” you gasped as he snaked a hand under your dress, and then under your swimsuit bottoms. “I… I want…”

“This?” he inquired, thumb brushing against your clit, causing you to jolt against him with a breathy moan. “Waited a long time to hear that.”

Seeking more room to work, Sett pulled back to reach down and pull down your swimsuit bottoms, tossing them to the side. You watched with reddening cheeks as he returned his attention to you, head disappearing under your dress next.

His first lick against your pussy felt back-archingly good, but you didn’t have a lot of room to move with Sett’s hands holding your lower half in place. His tongue felt slightly rough, bringing pricks of pleasure-pain along its path.

Closing your eyes tight, you tried not to squirm, but it was difficult as Sett’s tongue prodded inside you before moving back to sucking at your clit. It felt good, almost too good, but you found yourself wanting more than his mouth against you.

“Sett,” you moaned. “Please…”

You weren’t sure if he got the message until you reached down to grasp at one of his hands. He pulled back from you, wiping one forearm against the wet lower half of his face as he sat back. His position on his knees on the bed allowed you a good look at the decently-sized bulge in the front of his tight swim shorts.

Sett caught your eyes, reaching one hand down to cup his cock through his shorts. “All you, sweetheart. Still think I think you’re ugly?”

You somehow managed to shake your head, speechless from his ardent display of his body. Sett seemed to bask in just how speechless he had made you, a sexy grin overtaking his face as he stared down at you.

“Couldn’t ask for more than this,” he said. “But if you want more…”

He was such a tease. With a burning face, you relented.

“Could you just put it in me please?” you asked, too shy to make eye contact.

“Can do,” he replied, and you could easily hear the smug satisfaction in his voice.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Sett stood up from the bed to pull his shorts off, wincing slightly when he pulled the tight fabric over his painfully-hard cock. Tossing the shorts to the floor, his attention quickly returned to you.

Giving his cock a few slow strokes, he watched you sit up on the bed. Feeling a burst in confidence from his display, you reached down to the hem of your dress’ skirt before pulling it up and off your body, Sett’s hungry gold eyes unable to look away from you as you moved onto your swimsuit top.

Once your top was off, Sett struck, pulling you towards him. Sitting at the edge of the bed, he pulled you onto his lap, reaching around to your front to cup your breasts as his mouth went straight to your neck. His hands were warm against the sensitive skin of your breasts, rolling your nipples under his thumbs as his teeth scraped against a sensitive spot on your neck.

You felt his hard cock under you and shifted yourself against it, Sett letting out a deep groan in response. You could feel how wet you were, but this wasn’t enough. You needed to fuck him, needed this building tension to come to a satisfying end for you both.

You turned in his lap, looping your arms around his neck and leaning down to kiss him. Sett was happy to meet tongues with you, one hand resting on your ass until you pulled back from the kiss.

You met eyes with Sett, who began to help you lift yourself up, lining up his cock with his other hand. When he brought you back down onto him, you both sighed as you were fully seated on his cock at last.

“Nothin’ else would feel as good as you,” Sett groaned as he began to help you move and up and then back down onto him. “Never wanted any girl as bad as I want you.”

You were much less coherent, moaning out his name as your hands grasped against his chest. With a further burst of confidence, you reached a hand up to his ear, running your fingers along the fur and enjoying the resulting groan, the next upward thrust of his hips hitting even better into you. Maybe you would leave this out at Taliyah’s interrogation later.

“There,” you moaned as he shifted you in his lap, his cock hitting even deeper inside you. “Right there, Sett.”

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, pulling you down into a rough kiss as he held you close, thrusting up into you as you eagerly moved along with him, needing to make this gorgeous man under you cum.

Sett came first, stilling for a moment before pulling you slightly back to put a finger to your clit, letting you cling to him as you followed him over the edge.

Once you had both come back down from the clouds, you were set back gently on the bed so Sett could run off to grab a cloth to clean you up with. You watched him leave the room, still having a hard time comprehending just how you had ended up this situation.

You definitely had some phone calls to make tomorrow. Your parents would be surprised, but you would probably focus on the Taliyah part rather than the new boyfriend part of your reasoning. Taliyah would be overjoyed for sure; you’d have to thank her for her meddling when you saw her.

As Sett returned, you realized something.

“Wait, is your mom home?” you asked in horror. You hadn’t made any effort to be quiet during sex, forgetting about his mother until he re-entered the room.

Sett laughed at your mortified face. “I don’t live with ma, so no.”

“Oh god,” you breathed in relief. “I was worried I was too…”

“She ain’t here,” he replied as he joined you on the bed, handing you the cloth he had grabbed. “You can be as loud as you want.”

You dropped the cloth, burying your head in your hands, Sett’s amused laughter ringing in your ears as you tried to content with just what you had signed yourself up for.

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The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - The First Year

Series Masterlist || Read on AO3

Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies.

Chapters will have additional warning when necessary.

Tag list ( let me know if you want to be tagged or removed idk haha) @mionemymind / @abimess / @stephanieromanoff / @yourtaletotell / @tomy5girls / @justagaypanicking / @thegayw1tch / @idek-5 // @myperfectlovepoem // @helloalycia // @ENSORCELLME // @AIMEZVOUSBRAHMS @imapotatao / @aimezvousbrahms/ @ensorcellme/ @helloalycia

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Part I - The First Year

Hogwarts will be fun was the first thought you had when you opened the letter in your hands.

Tony, your older brother, ruffled your hair slightly as he came down into the kitchen and watched you open the mail.

"Your letter finally arrived, huh, little witch?" He joked with a smile as he sat down at the table.

"I can't wait to go!" You commented excitedly rereading the acceptance letter for the third time.

"Miss, after coffee, can we go to diagonal alley if you like?" Jarvis, your butler, asked you politely as he poured Tony's coffee making you hesitate slightly. Tony, who had his eye on you, forced a smile as he patted you on the arm.

"I'll go with you, don't worry." He assured and you nodded.

"I wish dad would come." You grumble as you sit down and Tony sighs.

" Yeah, me too." He says. "But you know he's busy, and we can't leave it to the last minute."

You mumble in agreement as you serve some sweetbreads on your plate.

Eating in silence for a few moments, you are startled slightly when Tony lets out an exclamation.

"Damn, I forgot to write back to Steve." He announces getting up and walking over to the next shelf where there were some stationery and pen.

"Your boyfriend will be upset." You tease lightly, and Tony mumbles softly without responding.

When he finishes writing the letter, he goes to the kitchen window and opens the metal, whistling loudly in a familiar rhythm. A few seconds later, Iron, his barn owl lands in front of him. Tony stroked the animal gently before dangling the letter in his paws.

" Please take this to Steve, Iron." He ordered and the animal made a noise before flying away again.

"Jarvis, I'll get ready to go." You tell the man as soon as you finish eating and head off toward the stairs.

//-//

Diagonal Alley is a noisy place.

Tony asked you to walk beside him, but you stopped walking at the first Quidditch shop you spotted, and he had to turn back halfway when he noticed you were no longer beside him.

"Don't do that." He warned, mildly annoyed, but you glazed over at the exposed broom in front of you, and he let out a chuckle when he noticed. "Come on, Y/N, you already have a broom."

"But that's no ordinary broom." You retorted with an impressed look. "It's a Nimbus 2000, it's the fastest broom there is."

"You have the 99, I don't understand the difference." He retorted with his hands in his pockets and you shrugged.

"Tony, can we buy it?" You asked pleadingly, making your brother laugh slightly.

"Let's buy your stuff first please" He retorted with a smile and you grumbled but accepted the arm he offered for you to hang on. Jarvis walked behind you with a keen eye on your surroundings.

After you had bought the vast majority of your supplies and replenished your stocks of potions items for Tony, Jarvis took you to Blossoms and Blurbs to buy this year's books.

"Good morning! Hogwarts, third and first year books, please." You heard Jarvis tell the clerk who approached you three. Tony nodded his head signaling you to feel free to walk around the bookstore in the meantime, and that is exactly what you did.

You found many interesting books in the place as you walked among the shelves. One in particular caught your attention, as there seemed to be little miniature magical creatures trying to jump out of the cover, and you grabbed it on a table, watching the item carefully.

You smiled when an ink dragon jumped into your hand, moving your head as if you were looking around. Distracted by the book, you let out a low exclamation when someone bumped into you.

"Sorry, kid." You heard a female voice speak in a humorous tone. It is a girl taller than you, short red hair. "I ended up tripping over some of those runner books."

"It's okay." You said with a smile. The girl looked at the one book in your hands for a moment.

"Do you enjoy creature tracts?" She asks casually as she reaches for a book on the bookshelf beside her.

"I don't know yet." You say and she looks at you slightly confused, "I never studied."

"Ah, first-year." She understands and you nod in agreement. "Hogwarts too or some other?"

"Hogwarts."

"Cool, I guess I'll see you there then." She says. "I'm from Slytherin, third year."

You let out a surprised exclamation.

"Maybe you know my brother." You say and the girl takes her gaze from the books in her hand she was checking to look at you with her eyebrow raised in curiosity. "His name is Tony Stark, he's also from your house."

The girl lets out a short laugh.

"I can't believe you are Stark's sister." She says. "We're not exactly friends, but I've seen him around the dorm several times. And your brother is a pain in the ass, by the way."

You laugh lightly, agreeing.

"I am Natasha Romanoff." She introduces herself next, balancing her books in one hand to greet you. You introduce yourself with a gentle smile. "Good luck with your books." She says before turning away.

You think it's cool that you already know someone besides your brother before you start at Hogwarts.

//-//

Buying your wand is a rather strange experience.

Mr. Ollivander has a glint in his eye as if he knows everyone's secrets, and seems to disappear and reappear in his store very easily.

Tony sat on one of the stools while he waited for you, and Jarvis went to buy something for you two to eat.

After trying almost five wands, and exploding a glass vase when he tried the last one, Mr. Ollivander sighed.

"Sorry, I don't know why it's not working." You asked feeling nervous, but he smiled.

"Don't worry, dear." He said. "Difficult customers are so much fun."

He walked back in between the shelves after that, and then reappeared with three new packages.

"I remember when Howard Stark bought his wand." He told smiling nostalgically as you opened one of the packages, a black wand in front of you. "Phoenix, Cedar, slightly flexible."

"Dad has changed wands thousands of times." Added Tony wryly, but Mr. Ollivander didn't seem to mind.

The wand you tested let out a faint spark when you tried to cast a simple conjuration spell, and the man in front of you was quick to take it from your hand the next second.

"I think I have a better idea." He announced turning around, and then climbed the ladder supported by the wall, picking up a package at the top.

"Try this one dear." He asked handing you a dark wand, the wood was shiny, a color you didn't know exactly what it was, but it was beautiful.

When you grabbed the item, you felt a tingling sensation spread throughout your hand, and the wand vibrated slightly for a few seconds, causing Ollivander to let out a noise of excitement.

"You see, I knew I would find an owner for you dear." He spoke and you realized that he was speaking with the item in your hands. Soon he turned his gaze back to you. "Take good care of this one, will you, it was quite difficult to get dark elf blood for the core."

"R-right." You said with a slight frown, not quite sure what to make of that information.

Tony laughed lightly at the interaction, he should be used to Mr. Ollivander's eccentric manner by now, since he kept breaking his wands just like your father and often returned to the store to get a new one.

After paying, you and Tony met Jarvis outside, he was carrying some sweet rolls.

//-//

July ended too quickly for your happiness. You were very eager to go to school.

You spent most of August at home, playing quidditch with Tony in the backyard, curiously reading the magic books you bought, and trying to peek into the basement where your father worked, but he always caught you looking and smiled, asking you to go back to your room.

You would like your father to take you to the station, but he said he had a magic conference in September, and would be traveling for the next few weeks. Tony was upset, but he put his arm around your shoulders and asked you to hurry to get your bags.

When you finally got to the station, you were slightly nervous about going through a wall, but Tony laughed, and showed you how to go first.

You hugged Jarvis good-bye before following your brother along the way.

Tony dragged you across the train cars to the first empty cabin he could find. He commented that it would be nice if you made your own friends, but that he would like you to sit with him.

So here you were, sitting with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, Tony's best friends since the first year. The boys smiled encouragingly at you. You already knew them, because Tony kept inviting them to spend holidays with him all the time.

"Hey, Y/N, how was your vacation?" Steve asked as soon as you sat down next to him. You shrugged, saying that it was nice, but that you were looking forward to attending Hogwarts.

Soon the boys started talking about what they were excited about next year, and you did your best to keep up, not knowing exactly who the people they mentioned were, or knowing the classes they talked about.

Many minutes after the train was moving, a girl opened the cabin door.

"Hey, strangers." She greeted with a smile.

"Hi Peggy." Steve said with a smile, you frowned at the slight scowl on your brother's face.

"They're calling for us in the prefects compartment, Steve." She warned and Steve nodded, getting up. He and the girl then left, and Tony crossed his arms.

"What's wrong?" You asked noticing his posture and the way Bucky had a little smile on his face.

"It's nothing." Grumbled your brother, and as he turned his face to the window, Bucky who was standing in front of you, whispered to you.

"Tony thinks Peggy likes Steve." He recounted. "So he doesn't like Peggy very much."

"Oh." You said, pretending to understand the whole plot. It didn't make much sense to you because everyone couldn't be friends, but you figured that when you were your brother's age you would understand better.

//-//

The Hogwarts Express only stopped at night.

Properly uniformed, you smiled when your brother patted you on the shoulder, telling you that he would meet you at the castle, since the first-year students had to go by boat.

Your hands were sweating a little as you walked up to the extraordinarily tall man who introduced himself as Drax.

"First-year students, please, six in each boat." He shouted to the crowd, and the students moved closer together.

You sat in one of the first little boats, five other children you didn't know surrounding you.

"I'm so excited." A blonde girl commented cheerfully, waving her hands. She smiled at everyone as she introduced herself as "Harley Quinn".

"I bet you''ll blow something up once we get there, Harley" Added a redheaded girl sitting next to you, you could tell by her tone that they were probably friends. The blonde, Harley, laughed.

"Shut up, Ivy." She said, and then Drax was back, climbing into one of the boats beside her. He checked the boats one last time, then waved his hand, and the transports began to move.

Everyone, including you, let out a chorus of excitement.

When you noticed the castle, you smiled. It was huge, and just as amazing as Tony used to tell you.

"Wow, it must be amazing to fly over all that." You quietly observed, and the girl next to you turned her head in your direction, smiling.

"Do you like flying?" She asked, and you nodded. She looked at you for a moment and then held out her hand to greet you. "I am Diana. Diana Prince."

"Hi, Diana." You said introducing yourself next. "Do you also like to fly?"

"I love it." She says. "I hope i can make it onto the team."

"I don't know if the first-years have any chance, but I'll be rooting for you." You assure, and Diana smiles.

When the boats stop in the harbor, the students are all excited to get out and see the castle, but Drax's almost intimidating posture makes everyone properly behaved.

He leads the crowd to the staircase, and then there is a lobby. There is a woman waiting for everyone, her strict posture makes you think she is someone you wouldn't want to upset.

"Welcome to Hogwarts." She announces. "I am Professor Okoye, head of Gryffindor house."

The students exchange burbles next, but the teacher's gaze shuts them up almost immediately.

"As long as you are here, your houses will be like your families." She continues. "Your triumphs will earn you points, and if you break any rules, those points will be taken away."

She says, casting a disapproving glance at one of the students in the corner, who giggled. "In a few moments we will begin the sorting hat ceremony."

The teacher then turns around, heading toward a large bronze door, and talking to someone on the other side. You hear someone laughing near you, and you turn your head to the side in curiosity.

It was a blond boy, and he seemed to be enjoying himself as he balanced one of the gold cups he picked up from the surrounding shelves. You thought he would be in trouble if he knocked it over, and this seemed to be exactly the same opinion as the girl next to him, who was looking at him disapprovingly.

"Stop being an idiot, Peter, put that back." She complained and he laughed, shrugging.

"Gamora, you're a spoilsport you know." He retorted and when he put the cup back, it spun and fell to the floor, breaking into several pieces. The boy turned pale as Teacher Okoye turned her head in his direction.

You rolled your eyes, walking over to them.

"Reparo" You said drawing your wand as you pointed at the broken object. Some children let out impressed exclamations when they saw the bowl form again, but you just put your wand away in shame. It was no big deal. Okoye caught up with the three of you next, looking reproachfully at the boy.

"I expect better behavior during the ceremony, sir..."

"Quill"

"Mister Quill." She completed and took one last look at the boy that had with his head down before turning back to the front of the crowd again, waving for the students to follow her.

"Hey, that was pretty cool." Peter commented beside you as you walked. You shrugged, focusing on the path.

//-//

The sorting hat was something exceptional.

Tony never told you how the choice was made, and you knew it was only to annoy you. He had sometimes joked that the students faced each other in a duel, and even though you told him to shut up, you had a look at his spell book before you came.

The actual ceremony was much simpler, however.

When it was your turn to climb onto the small stool, you bit your lips, hoping that everything would go smoothly. Just as the old cloth of the hat fell over your eyes, blocking your view of the rest of the hall, you heard a voice in your head.

" Hello, dear, no need to be so nervous." Announced the hat gently. "You are a curious little thing, I see."

"Is that a good thing?" You thought, and the hat chuckled lightly.

"It might be." He said mysteriously. "Interesting what I see here. Very interesting."

"What are you seeing?"

"Your memories, dear."

"Oh." You thought, feeling slightly embarrassed. That seemed like an intrusion of your privacy. The hat laughed again, and you remembered that he was on your head.

"You're hard to sort out." He says, and you squeeze the stool. "Don't worry, I'm not going to send you home, that's not how it works."

"Oh, right."

Hat was silent a few moments.

"I see courage in your heart." He says and you try to remember the characteristics of the houses. "But that courage is well forged with your loyalty."

You swallow dryly, feeling your anxiety rising. This was definitely taking much longer than the people who went before you.

"You are as smart as your father and brother, both members of the Slytherin house." He says. "There's a willingness not to let them down."

"That's personal." You grumble feeling your cheeks flush, but the hat doesn't care to apologize for bringing up your insecurities.

"Ah, this is interesting here. A pure kindness, yet pruned in your origins of shallow paternal affection”.

You frown, not understanding what he is saying.

"You are quite adaptable child, it has always been one of your best virtues." The hat remarks, and you get the impression that the next part is only said for you. "Tell me, where would you like to stay?"

"Isn't that your job?" You retort in thought, and hear him laugh again. You rush to correct yourself, not wanting to be rude. "Sorry, hat. I don't really know. I'd like to stay where I fit in best."

"You would do well anywhere." He retorts, and you frown. "And that's pretty impressive, you know. I haven't met another hatstall since the last century."

You swallow dryly, not knowing if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"I'll work hard, sir." You tell him. "I don't want people to think I'm a special witch just because of my family. That's something I'm sure, I don't know if it helps you choose."

Hat lets out a sigh of relief.

"Actually, that's exactly what I needed."

It takes a moment for him to speak again, and when he does, you feel your whole body shake.

"Hufflepuff"

//-//

Steve Rogers is the head boy of Hufflepuff and he celebrates excitedly when you sit down at the table next to him.

"That's so cool" He comments. "I'll be able to tease Tony all year about it."

After that, director Agatha Harkness, made the announcement of the beginning of the year. If her goal was to scare the students, she succeeded when she talked about the deadly dangers surrounding the forbidden forest and the punishments for the disobedient. Professor Strange interrupted her speech as he cleared his throat, awkwardly waving for Agatha to stop saying such things, and the woman giggled.

Dinner is delicious, and then you are following the crowd of students into the communal rooms.

"Butterbeer" Steve said to the portrait on the wall, and you blinked in surprise when the painting moved to the side, a door behind.

You sighed when you realized how cozy the Hufflepuff's common room was.

"Everyone please come in." Asked Steve in the center of the room, waving to the students who stayed behind. When everyone was around him, he smiled. "The dorms are divided by gender, but you can sleep wherever you feel most comfortable. I will only suggest that none of you try to sleep with the seventh graders, because they are scary." Steve joked making the crowd laugh lightly. "We have a supply of food in those lockers, just in case you feel like having a snack in the early morning, outside of the permitted hours for walking around the castle." He continues and stands thoughtfully for a few moments. "Most of the things you need to know are on the bulletin board on that wall, and you can also ask me anything you want. Your belongings have already been taken to the free beds, but if you want any help, you can organize among yourselves or just come talk to me."

Steve smiled as the crowd moved. You headed in the direction where he said the rooms were.

//-//

You let out a surprised exclamation as something landed on your head.

"Damn, sorry!" Asked an asian girl approaching you, and pulling the small being out of your hair as you entered the room. "Groot, I told you to behave yourself."

"I am groot." Grumbled the little creature. You looked at it wide-eyed, impressed.

"Wow, is that a tree?"

The girl laughed, putting the small creature sitting on her shoulder, sitting on the bed next to the one you identified as having your things.

"Yes and no." She said. "I found Groot in my garden over the vacations, and well, I don't know what he is exactly. But I think he was trying to make my mother's plants grow."

"He's really cute." You commented approaching with your finger extended. Groot smiled, accepting your touch.

"I am Mantis." Says the girl next and you smile at her as you introduce yourself. "We're going to be roommates."

"Yes, and so is Groot." You add as you take off your cape to throw on the bed that would be yours.

After eating so well at dinner, it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep.

You dream of glowing green eyes and a red light, but you don't recognize them or understand what it means, and when you wake up, you no longer remember.

//-//

Two weeks since you started at Hogwarts, you are used to how eccentric everything can be.

The classes weren't as difficult as you imagined, but that's probably because you've had contact with magic all your life and always had an easy time learning things. All the teachers were unique in their own way.

Professor Rocket, for example, taught Transfiguration and spent almost the entire period transfigured into a raccoon, even outside of class hours. He was temperamental and got irritated very easily when students talked too much in his class, so it was not recommended to do so.

There was also Professor Fury, who had an eye patch as a mandatory piece in his daily costume, and all the students spent more time trying to guess how this happened, than listening to his explanations of defense spells against the dark art.

Your astronomy class on Wednesdays was taught by Professor Odin, who like to claim that he was a descendant of the Olympian gods, but no one believed him. He was also the father of two of your classmates, Thor and Loki Odinson, who were the exact opposite of each other. While Thor was warm and friendly, Loki was cold and reclusive, plus the former was from Gryffindor and the other from Slytherin. Surprisingly, you liked them both.

You ended up meeting the head of your house only on the second day.

Professor Heimdall taught Divination, so you wouldn't have any classes with him until the third year.You bumped into him when you were late for fifth period and had to run to the common room for your Potions books, and almost fell on the floor when you turned the corner without looking and the professor was there. He prevented you from falling with a wave of his wand, smiling gently.

" Forgive me." You said clumsily, feeling slightly intimidated by the yellow irises as the magic set you on your feet properly, as well as catching your books in the air and placing them in your hands again.

"Be careful with the castle corridors, Miss Stark." Said the man, and for some reason, you thought he wasn't just talking about this little incident.

"Professor Heimdall, let's talk in a private place, please." Asked Professor Okoye, who was standing at his side, she looked at you with a certain disapproval, and you couldn't tell whether it was because of your intrusion, or the fact that your tie was hanging loosely around your neck, in addition to the open buttons on your shirt.

After this little incident, you asked Steve who Professor Heimdall was, and he explained that he was the head of Hufflepuff, and might seem intimidating at first glance, but that he was very kind.

But so far, the professor who has intrigued you the most was Professor Erik Lehnsherr, who taught Potions. He didn't say anything that wasn't related to the subject, didn't make any comments about behavior or events at school. And he had such a stern and mysterious look in his eyes that no student had the courage to ask him anything. You heard Peter Quill make a bet with Thor Odinson that Professor Erik was unable to smile because of some particular sorcery, but you thought it best not to laugh, especially since Mr. Lehnsherr was looking at your direction.

When you had your first Potions period with Slytherin, after herbology professor T'Challa needed to reschedule classes for an appointment, you were surprised to discover that professor Lehnsherr had children.

Gamora ended up on the same bench as you, and she was talking to her sister, Nebula, about an incident that occurred in their dormitory.

"Clearly, the professors' children have an easy time getting away with punishment." Nebula bitterly remarked, and you frowned in confusion.

"I don't think it was the girl's fault." Gamora retorted as she put the ingredients into her cauldron. She looked at you quickly, realizing that you were listening to the conversation, but she didn't scold you, she just kept stirring the mixture.

"What happened?" you asked next, and Nebula looked at you with mild irritation. She seemed about to tell you to mind your own business, but Gamora smiled, moving closer to whisper to you.

"A girl lost her temper in the Slytherin dorm bathrooms last night." She told. "She's a second year, her name is Wanda Maximoff. She and her brother are Professor Lehnsherr's kids, and everyone is saying that she didn't go to detention because of it."

Your jaw dropped, impressed.

"I can't believe Magneto has children." You said making Gamora and Nebula laugh at the nickname. Last week you found out that the school had been calling Erik that since he stopped the hall chandelier from falling on the teachers' desk two years ago when he used non-verbal magic to attract the metal, and everyone started calling him that behind his back. Tony told you and you liked the story.

"I know right, he seems so self-contained." Gamora remarked looking back briefly. Professor Erik was focused on his own potions book.

"That noisy kid from Gryffindor said he's married." Nebula added next and Gamora laughed lightly.

"Peter Quill?"

"Yes."

"Wow, that's surprising." Says the girl. You both return to stirring your cauldrons in silence after that little conversation.

When you have finished your mixing, Professor Erik gives Hufflepuff five points for your good work, and you smile with red cheeks.

"You're nice." Nebula suddenly said beside you as you were leaving the room. Gamora stood next to her. "Do you want to walk around with us?"

"We're already walking." You joked and Gamora laughed unlike her sister who grimaced.

"Yep, definitely cool." She added. "Do you want to have lunch with us?"

"At your table or mine?"

Gamora and Nebula exchanged glances.

"I'm not sitting with Hufflepuff." Nebula declared and you sighed, rolling your eyes.

"You know I'm from Hufflepuff, right?"

"I'm reconsidering the invitation." She retorted and you frowned, but Gamora smiled at you.

"Will you sit with us, please?"

You sighed, nodding in agreement. You could talk to Tony after all.

//-//

Lunch at the Slytherin table became an everyday thing after that day. It took two weeks for Mantis to start joining you, and then you realized that you had a small group of friends now.

At Christmas, neither you nor Tony came home, because your father was working and you didn't want to be alone in the Stark mansion. You ended up turning down Tony's invitation to spend Christmas with Steve Rogers and his family, because you weren't really friends with Steve. Tony insisted, not wanting you to be alone, but you assured him that you would be fine in the company of your friends, and that he needn't worry.

On Christmas morning, Groot woke you up by jumping on your face. You laughed lightly because he was so small that he was like a tickle, and stood up as you returned the little creature to Mantis' bedside table.

A few hours later, as you were opening your presents at the Slytherin table along with Gamora, Nebula, Mantis, and Peter Quill, who had also stayed at Hogwarts for the end of the year, you let out an excited exclamation.

"I can' believe it." You spoke, opening the package in front of you. It was a large box, it was bewitched and only revealed the actual wrapping once you tore the paper off. It was actually a broom.

"Wow, that's cool." Peter remarked as he looked at your present.

That's how you ended up in the middle of the snow, testing your new broom while your friends cheered and celebrated below you.

"Are you sure you can fly?" You asked Peter as soon as he asked you if he could ride. He shrugged, smiling.

You and the girls watched as he controlled the broom for a few feet above the ground, and then he overspeeded it and sped away.

You all ran into his direction, while the broom seemed almost annoyed at his lack of control, and knocked him into a tree. Peter fell between the branches, onto someone who was resting under it.

When you all reached him, you frowned when there was a boy pushing Quill.

"Watch it, dude!" Warned the boy, but before you could say anything, Gamora was already stepping forward, wand in hand.

"It was just an accident." She said and the boy looked at her surprised with her wand outstretched. He crossed his arms however, not looking scared.

"Oh, you're going to spell me now, are you?" He teased.

"Piss off, Maximoff." Warned Nebula next, taking a step beside her sister. So this was Pietro Maximoff. You figured that confidence should come from being the son of one of the professors.

"I suggest you leave my brother alone." Warned a voice behind you. You turned next, only to catch sight of a girl with brown hair, green eyes that glittered with anger.

Gamora clenched her jaw, and Nebula drew her own wand toward the girl, who also had her wand in her hands.

You sighed, raising your hands as you stood in the line of fire.

"Would everyone please calm down?" You asked. "It was just a misunderstanding, and the broom is mine anyway, no need to fight about it."

It takes a moment, but Gamora puts down her wand, and everyone follows her after that. She has an insinuating smile on her face.

"You really are a Hufflepuff, aren't you Stark?" She teases, and you laugh sheepishly, putting your hands in your pockets. "Come on Quill."

Gamora warns and the boy shoots Pietro an ugly look as he leaves. You accept your broom that he hands to you, and turn around, your gaze meeting that of the girl who is supposed to be Wanda Maximoff for a moment. You feel your face heat up at the intensity of the angry look, and you look away, following your friends.

//-//

The months went by quickly as the rest of the school year passed. You managed to do very well on the exams, and didn't get involved in any near-fights again.

When the year ended and the Hufflepuff didn't win the House Cup, you thought you should have been more upset, but you didn't mind having Gamora and Nebula celebrating beside you, laughing and hugging you excitedly.

You also didn't understand why you felt your stomach turn when you caught Wanda Maximoff smiling amidst the Slytherin celebration when you looked around.

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Hey i saw that the requests were open, is it possible to get a deamon dteam celebrating Christmas?

I'd say that I'm open to writing about other holidays like Hanaka (fuck i cant spell why doesn't tumblr have spellcheck yet) but I barely know how to celebrate my own religion's holidays so you'd have to request it off anon so i can dm you stupid ass questions

“Can I hang these up, sugar? Can I, please?” You giggled, watching Sapnap’s tail whip around behind him like a safety hazard before you nodded, watching him race outside to cover your house in lights that haven’t been put up since you lived with your parents.

“He really loves Christmas, huh?”

Dream huffed out a small chuckle, setting down the tote of decorations he’d offered to carry in from the pole barn. “Does it surprise you? He’s obsessed with practically everything human- what’s more human than making up a reason to eat a shit-ton of food and get presents?”

George butt-in, watching out the window as Sapnap jumped up, grabbed the edge of the roof, and flailed around a little before pulling himself up. “He knows he’s the only non-human who can’t fly, right?”

“Oh, let him have his fun,” you hummed, unboxing the plastic Christmas tree that was made before you were. “Christmas is about enjoying yourself.”

Dream tilting his head like a puppy being told ‘no’ for the first time would have been so adorable if he’d kept his mouth shut. “The movie we watched last night said Christmas was about family.”

You could feel their eyes on you as you faltered in your fluffing of the branches, slowly resuming as you swallowed the lump in your throat. “Yeah, well… for people that are close to their families, I’m sure it is.”

They both immediately pressed close to you, George slipping under your arm and Dream draping himself over the both of you. “Well we’re your family now,” George hummed, pressing his lips to your cheek. “And you’re gonna teach us all your favorite Christmas traditions, alright? Now how do we put this tree together?”

The month went by in a blur as you spent your days baking cookies and watching Christmas movies with your boys, and before you knew it it was Christmas Eve.

“Little one,” Dream hummed, presenting you with a shopping bag with some French name you couldn’t pronounce. “Will you wear this for me?”

“Of course,” you hummed, taking it from him and going into your room to change. You found a gorgeous red dress with a black belt and stockings inside, quickly putting them on so you could show off for them all. “I love it,” you sang, twirling through the kitchen to their oohs and ahs, “but you know there’s still one more day until Christmas, right?”

“I know,” Dream hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest so he could place a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I just wanted to make sure you had something nice to wear for the party.”

You didn’t have time to question him before the front door opened up, Bad fluttering in with a tray of cupcakes. “Merry Christmas! There’s my favorite future daughter-in-law!” He shoved the tray into Dream’s hands and whisked you out of your lover’s arms to swing you around in his own. “Oh, you look even prettier than usual, my precious little cupcake! Has our boy popped the question yet? Oh, I can’t wait to see you in a white dress, you’ll be absolutely gorgeous!”

“Dad,” Sapnap whined, horns turning dark red in embarrassment as they threatened to burn anyone who dared to touch them.

“Oh, I’m only joking,” he insisted, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “no, I’m not,” before setting you down.

“Hey, kid,” Skeppy chirped as he walked past with a couple bottles in his arms. “I got red, white, and sparkling juice for a certain human who can’t keep up.”

“Tommy, calm down,” Phil yelled before stepping inside, being mindful of his wings and the two teenagers practically vibrating with excitement in his grip. “Thanks for having us, luv,” he said with a grin before Tommy and Tubbo broke free.

“CHRISTMAS!!” They somehow managed to crash into each other, tumbling to the floor and just barely missing a collision between the coffee table and Tubbo’s skull.

“Damn it, you two, settle down!”

“Sorry ‘bout them,” Wilbur said but it didn’t have the same effect when he was wheezing with laughter. “Merry Christmas,” he chirped, ruffling your hair as Techno quietly repeated the sentiment before they both joined the others in the living room.

“Don’t forget about me,” Karl cheered as he wrapped himself around you. “I missed you, precious! When Sapnap said you were having a party I just had to show up! Now, where should I put your presents?”

“Uh- under the tree,” you barely managed out, receiving a kiss on the cheek before Karl joined the others in the living room, the small group of presents under the tree growing until it more resembled the mountain you remember from childhood when you had forty people crammed into your grandmother’s living room to exchange gifts. You blinked dumbly up at Dream, Sapnap, and George, who were all waiting eagerly for your reaction. “...is this why you told me not to deliver the gifts I bought?”

“Christmas is about family,” George echoed practically every holiday movie you’d watched this month, “so we brought your family.”

You felt tears welling up in your eyes before you even felt the urge to cry, wrapping your arms around the three of them as best you could. “Thank you,” you whimpered into someone’s shirt. “I love you guys.”

“Wha- Hey, don’t cry, big man!”

“Oh, what’s wrong, cupcake?”

“I knew I didn’t bring enough presents- don’t worry, precious, I have more back home I just need to make another trip!”

“Settle down,” Phil chided the demons, smiling softly as you silently opened your arms to try to include them all in the hug, not trusting your voice not to crack. He gently wrapped an arm around you, motioning for the other to join until you were sure you couldn’t find your way out of the embrace if you tried. He pressed a gentle, fatherly kiss to your forehead that only made you cry harder as you thought of how long it's been since you felt that. “Merry Christmas, dear,” he muttered with a smile.

#angymouse #squeakin #minors dni #sapsqueaks #dresqueaks #gogysqueaks #demonteam #karlsqueaks

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