#dad made dinner. it was good cause of course it was hes a great cook | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

mothwingwritings · 6 months

Text

Doppo, Shibukawa, Motobe, Biscuit, And Yujiro As Your Sugar Daddy 💄💋✨

Hi everyone!!! Sorry I dipped out for a moment, I had an eventful past two weeks (but some of the event has been writing stuff, so that’s something at least lul) and now I come back offering whatever the hell this is lol. The idea of the Baki men being sugar daddies came to me in a vision while I was supposed to be working, so of course as the responsible individual that I am I focused on that and started writing this and here we are now! :D It’s for all my dilf/gilf lovers out there. You are all lovely little treasures and I adore you all. :*

As you can probably tell by the subject matter of this one, 18+ only please!!!

Thank you for reading!!!

Warnings: Sex, sex work/reader is a sex worker, mentions of various sexual acts, possessive/obsessive tendencies from your clients, dubcon, mentions of noncon, Yujiro Hanma being Yujiro Hanma, mentions of threesomes and open relationships, very little editing.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Doppo Orochi˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

· Doppo would be an exceptional sugar daddy. He’s attentive and kind to you, both when you are out on dates and when you share private time together, and you can always tell he’s truly excited to spend time with you (even when sex isn’t involved). He loves to spoil you and has the money to back it, gifting you whatever your heart desires, all you have to do is say the word.

· He’s a big family man, and as such he may push the boundaries a bit of what your relationship is. It’s hard to see him as just a benefactor when he’s sending you good morning and good night texts, inviting you over for home cooked dinners, calling you just so he can hear your voice and talk about silly things, checking in on you to make sure you are safe and happy. It may be pushing the line of what is appropriate and what isn’t for your relationship, but you can’t lie and say it isn’t nice feeling so cared for.

· That being said, you know Doppo has a wife that he loves very much, so there is no confusion of your role as just a sugar baby in this dynamic. In most cases such a strong spousal bond may cause trouble on your end, but luckily for you Natsue is as fond of you as Doppo is. She’s definitely not as into the sexual aspect of your company as Doppo is, but get ready for plenty of passionate threesomes should the three of you find yourselves together and in the mood.

· Doppo is very open about sharing his life with you. He invites you to all his matches, you have free access to Shinshin Kai dojo, and after a certain level of trust is reached, he’ll even give you a key to his house. At first it felt strange, like you were bordering on something taboo having so much access to his private life, and you worried you were taking advantage of his hospitality. But as time wore on you realized that his fondness for you was just so great that he wanted you to be a part of his life as much as possible, regardless of what the typical sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship was. However, if the familiarity and closeness ever made you uncomfortable he would end it immediately, reverting back to business as usual (though it would make him extremely sad).

· His main downside is that he’s definitely very ‘dad-like’ and sometimes you feel more like a child he is over protective of then his beloved sugar baby. His fatherly advice and guidance can be a bit overbearing, and it takes all you have not to roll your eyes at his griping over some of your decisions and future plans.

· If it doesn’t end up working out with Doppo, he has a hot son you can fall back on :)

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Gouki Shibukawa˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

· Shibukawa truly is a wild card. You have no idea what to expect when this man calls on your services. He’s hired you for things as mild as enjoying afternoon tea with him and as raunchy as participating in the most degenerate sexual roleplay you can possibly imagine (consensually, of course).

· So even though he’s one of your older benefactors, he is certainly far from boring. In fact, you can’t help but get excited whenever he reaches out to you, wondering what he may have in store for your meet up.

· Shibukawa is one of the less sentimental of the sugar daddies. There is definitely no mistaking that your relationship is strictly for pleasure, and as a side effect of that his private life is a virtual mystery to you. You have your suspicions about what he does with his spare time, but should you pry too much he’ll swiftly and efficiently end the conversation, focusing his attention instead on the sweeter side of your affair.

· However, he is far from cold. Shibukawa always treats you extremely well and pays you even better, so he quickly becomes one of your favorite clients.

· Also, he’s extremely interesting. This man could make a story about what he ate for breakfast sound like the most fascinating thing on the world, so even if nothing big or exciting happens in the time you spend with him, at the very least you know you won’t ever be bored.

· Don’t let his age fool you-he is a beast in bed. With age comes experience, and that has never been truer than with Shibukawa. You don’t think you’ve ever quite felt the thrill you get when you have intimate time with Shibukawa with any other client, let alone actual romantic partners you’ve had.

· His downside is that his mood towards you is always fluctuating. He will be in constant contact with you for weeks at a time and then fall off the face of the earth, only to pop back up expecting you to prioritize him over your other clients. It’s a bit obnoxious, especially if he is your best paying client and you are relying on him financially, yet he refuses to keep you in the loop of any plans he wants to involve you in or meet ups he may be concocting.

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Motobe Izou˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

· The KING of pet names. I honestly don’t think this man has ever called you your actual name once. Baby, sweetheart, dove, little one-the list goes on. If you called him a pet name back, he would probably have a heart attack brought on by the sheer amount of joy that would bring him.

· He may not be as wealthy as some of your other clients, but his care and devotion to you are off the charts. Each time he calls on your services he always greets you with flowers or chocolates, and each date he takes you on is to a place you like or recommend, prioritizing your favorites over the stuff he may prefer. He’s at your beck and call; willing to drop everything should your schedule open up and you have the time to spend with him.

· He’s very protective of you, having legitimate concerns over whether any of your other customers are overly handsy or make you do and participate in things you are uncomfortable with. He tries to play it cool and ask about your health and well-being nonchalantly, but you can tell by the nervous undertone in his voice and the bags under his eyes that his fretting over you and your profession wears heavily upon him, affecting his day to day life.

· He’s also low-key scared that you prefer other clients over him (even though you have never done anything to make him perpetuate this idea), so he stresses himself out over that as well.

· Motobe is an incredibly intimate lover. He takes his time with you, committing to memory which of his actions brings you the most pleasure so that he can use them time and time again to drive you wild. Every caress of his hand and kiss of his lips is gentle and loving, he treats you as if you are the most precious being on the planet earth and it never ceases to make you melt.

· That being said, he has the toughest time distinguishing boundaries in your relationship, constantly blurring the lines between professional and personal. Anyone that interacts with the two of you can see just how head over heels for you he is, and more often than not when out and about people just assume you are spouses based solely on how openly affectionate and lovey dovey he is with you. His doting can be rather heavy-handed, not to mention disconcerting, especially when you work so hard to establish clear boundaries with him.

· … But still, you can’t find yourself being too upset at Motobe. Even when he takes things too far, Motobe is certainly the most caring client you’ve had, earnestly watching over you and taking the best care of you he can with the limited time he has with you. Even with all his quirks, you have a definite soft spot for the man.

· And who knows? Maybe someday when you seek another line of work and leave this one behind you can go on an actual date with him? He’ll most certainly be waiting on you, more than ready to make it official. :)

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Biscuit Oliva˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

· If Biscuit is yoursugar daddy, my dear you have it MADE.

· He is the IDEAL sugar daddy. He’s handsome, sweet, wealthy, and not afraid to lavish you in all of the finer things. It’s not uncommon for you to go out on a date with him only to come home in a new designer outfit of your choice, decked out in a varying level of jewels he let you pick out yourself.

· And it’s not just material possessions, he loves taking you on all kind of exotic trips and vacations, taking you to places you never dreamed you’d be able to go. It makes his heart swell seeing the excitement in your eyes the moment the plane touches down at each new locale, your unbridled joy spurring him to feel just a thrilled by this adventure as you do (even if it’s to a place he has been countless times before).

· But even when he’s not whisking you off to fun and foreign places, he always makes every date exciting. Regardless of if it’s small meet up, or a full on whirlwind adventure, there is never a dull moment with Biscuit.

· Being with him is like an honest to god fairytale, you feel like some kind of royalty whenever you are in his presence. He dotes on you to the extreme, showering you in affection, praise, and gifts. You’ve never felt more beautiful or important than you do when you are with Biscuit.

· All that being said, this man really makes you earn the title of sugar baby. His sex drive is off the charts and he has an insatiable attraction to you, which means the moment he sees you, he’s on you. Of course he shows decorum out in public, presenting as the perfect gentleman on any dates he escorts you on while out in the public eye. But the moment you two are behind closed doors? Prepare to be absolutely ravished. You probably won’t be able to walk for a few days once he’s done.

· Like Doppo, you are aware that Biscuit already has a special lady in his life. As such, Biscuit made sure that you were someone that Maria was not just OK with, but someone she genuinely liked. You take that kind of as a badge of honor, as Maria has a tendency to be very picky with the people she surrounds herself with. But the two of you hit it off within minutes of meeting each other, which is a huge relief to both you and Biscuit.

· You’re not expected to participate in the ‘sugar’ end of the deal with Maria, but should you show interest in Maria in that way, Biscuit would be over the moon. Whether it be a threesome or just the two of you together while he watched, he’ll be absolutely delighted either way (and expect to be handsomely compensated for the good time. ;). Just don’t start liking each other more than him, OK? He would probably pass away from heart break if the two of you left him in the dust. ^^;

· The biggest down side to having Biscuit as your sugar daddy is that he can be a bit… much. He’s exceptionally clingy, to the point that you have to completely silence or shut off your phone sometimes because he’s always calling or texting you for some reason or another-even when you are with other clients. He also HEAPS on the affection so much that you feel suffocated by it, which is a lot on its own, let alone from a person you aren’t even in a committed relationship with. When you try and ask him to ease up, or even just straight up ignore him for a bit, it only makes his dogged affection worse. :/

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Yujiro Hanma˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

· The fact that you even became the Ogre’s sugar baby is baffling, and honestly a rather scary and precarious situation for you to be stuck in.

· The thought that he would actually pay for something so many people would willingly supply to him, or that he could simply take from another person, must mean he finds you extremely interesting. Whether that’s a good or bad thing is to be determined.

· You don’t ever get a heads up for your liaisons with Yujiro-the man just shows up when he desires your company and that’s that. It doesn’t matter if you are sleeping, with another client, or otherwise engaged, Yujiro ALWAYS takes precedence and you better remember that if you want him to keep paying you.

· That being said, he gets rather territorial of you when he sees you or hears about you with other clients. Not necessarily jealous (what is there to be jealous of? He’s leagues better than those losers and everyone knows it), but definitely disgruntled that despite his patronage you still choose other men to attend to. You should feel honored to have him as a patron, indebted to the point where he is your soul focus. The fact that you aren’t definitely pushes his buttons.

· As stated, being Yujiro’s sugar baby is definitely a perilous situation to be in. He is interested in you enough to spend time and money on you, but you would never delude yourself into thinking he held any sort of romantic attraction towards you. You are merely a source of pleasure and entertainment, which in and of itself is fine, that is your profession after all. But once your use to him ended… where does that leave you? With all other clients they simply moved on, but Yujiro is like an untamed beast. If he gets upset with you in anyway, getting extremely hurt by him is a very real possibility.

· Also- he’s the strongest being on the planet. He could kill you without batting a lash, whether by accident or on purpose. Merely being in his presence is a daunting experience, and while you’ve dealt with strong and/or questionable clients in the past, Yujiro is a breed all his own. Simply put-he scares you, and he is by far the most dangerous person you’ve ever had to interact with.

· Everything about your relationship is filled with uncertainty. Sometimes your dates are good- he’ll take you out to nice places to do exciting things and may even get you a gift or two. But more often than not his ‘dates’ (if you can even call them that) are chaotic and abrupt, leaving you in pain and out of it for days.

· He’s EXTREMELY demeaning as well, calling you whore or slut more than your actual name. He especially likes to belittle you during sexual acts, reminding you of what a useless and weak piece of meat you are as he pounds into you mercilessly. The berating gets even worse when/if you start to feel pleasure from the acts. He enjoys it immensely when you put up a resistance to his advances, only to becoming a slavering mess, completely drunk off his cock.

· Receiving money from Yujiro is very dependent on his mood and how much fun he had while in your company. There are days when you leave your dates loaded with cash with very little effort, and times when you go above and beyond to please him only to receive a small amount of income. Honestly though, the days when you receive more cash can be worse than when he barely pays you-he is apt to lord it over you and expect more unsolicited favors from you in response to his act of benevolence.

· The worst part of this whole arrangement is that you don’t have a say in any of it. Any person in their right mind would reject Yujiro as a client no matter how attractive or wealthy he may be, but you were never given that luxury. The moment he took an interest in you, you became irrevocably tied to him with no hope of shaking him. You would be forced to serve him until he grows tired of you- you just hope that when his interest in you wanes it means your freedom and not your untimely demise. :)

#baki the grappler x reader #baki headcanons #baki x reader #baki the grappler headcanons #baki reader insert #baki the grappler reader insert #doppo orochi x reader #doppo orochi x y/n #gouki shibukawa x reader #gouki shibukawa x y/n #motobe izou x reader #motobe izou x y/n #biscuit oliva x reader #biscuit oliva x y/n #yujiro hanma x reader #yujiro hanma x y/n #honestly if any of these men wanted to be my sugar daddy (except Yujiro) hook me tf up #mothwingswritings #thank you so much for reading I hope u enjoyed!!!

395 notes · View notes

goodbuckcharlie · 7 months

Text

Forbidden things |Jeremy Swayman|

Summary: it’s all star weekend, and Mitch thinks his sister ,Mackenzie, is there to support him and his teammates, but she has a secret.

Warning: a little spicy but not too much

Note: second post WOOHOO.

Isn’t tsa and plane rides just the best……..said nobody ever. Mackie arrived in Toronto after her two hour flight and wanted nothing more than to relax and eat. But of course her brother had other plans.

“MACKIE!!!!” Mitch pulls his little sister into the biggest bear hug he could muster. “I missed you so much.”

“Mitchy I love you, but you are going to crush me.” Mitch laughs as he lets her go. She can now see that Steph (Mitch’s wife) is standing behind Mitch. When she see Steph, she excitedly hugs her, just not as intensely as Mitch’s hug. “Oh thank goodness you’re here Steph. I couldn’t handle this idiot without you.”

“Boston has made you mean.” Mitch pouts causing both Steph and Mackie to laugh.

After they drop off all of Mackie’s stuff at Mitch’s house, Steph starts making dinner. Mackie tried helping, but her sister in law simply banned her from the kitchen insisting that since Mackie spends all of her time in the kitchen, she will not cook a single thing while she’s in Toronto. Mitch does help cook, Mackie sits at the counter while they cook for her.

The three of them talk and catch up while the food cooks until Mackie gets a text.

From Jer 💕

Just landed sweet girl. It’s only been 3 hours, but I already miss you.

Mackie smiles at her boyfriend’s text and of course that catches Mitch’s attention. Who grabs his sister ‘s phone before she can text back.

“Who’s this Jer guy and why did you put a heart next to his name?” Mackie tries to get her phone back but Mitch just lifts up the phone so she can’t reach it.

“Just some guy I met at the restaurant, come on Mitchy give me my phone back.” Steph sends Mitch a glare causing him to give Mackie her phone. “I didn’t want to tell you anything till things got more serious.”

“You are too young to be dating boys.” He pouts as Steph tells him to hand Mackie her phone back.

“Mitch baby she’s only one year younger than we were when we got engaged.” Steph kisses her pouty husband before turning back to Mackie, “When you are ready to introduce us to this Jer I bet they are a great person.”

Mackie was so grateful that Steph wasn’t a crazy person and supported her when Mitch got overwhelming.

The couple soon finished cooking and they all talked some more while eating before deciding to go to bed early in preparation for the all stars tomorrow.

For the most part, Mackie spent her time with her family, which was her mom, dad, older brother Chris and Steph. It was also really refreshing to see all of Mitch’s teammates. Austin especially was like a third older brother.

“Mini Marner!” Auston pulls Mackie into a similar hug that Mitch gave her yesterday, except Auston knew when to let go. “Have you met Biebs yet?”

Mitch and Chris smirk knowing that Mackie had a huge crush on him as a kid. But they are both surprised when Mackie greeted Justin like normal no fluster or fan girl behavior.

“It was nice seeing all of you but I have to run to the bathroom.” Mackie runs off out of the sight of her family and friends, and starts walking in the direction of the bathroom, until she is pulled into an empty room.

The person who pulled her into the broom closet, wastes no time and start to kiss all Mackie all over her face. She can tell just by his cologne that it was Jeremy.

“Oh I’ve missed you so much.” He finally pulls her into the long awaited kiss, which doesn’t last nearly as long as Jeremy wanted since Mackie pulls away.

“Jer we shouldn’t be doing this where anyone can see us.” She whines as Jeremy rolls his eyes.

“Nobody’s coming over here any time soon baby girl.” Jeremy pulls her back into a kiss which she can’t help but smile into and kiss him back, “That’s my good girl.”

The two continue kissing until Mackie receives a phone call. Of course it was Mitch.

“Just let it ring.” Jeremy says while attaching his lips to her neck.

“He’ll send a search party if I don’t answer Jer.” Jeremy just nods and he continues to kiss Mack’s neck. “Yes Mitch?”

“Did you get lost on the way to the bathroom?” She can hear Mitch’s worry through the phone.

“No Mitch there is a line.” While talking to Mitch, Mackie has to slightly push Jeremy away from her neck to avoid getting any marks on her neck. “I’ll be back soon enough okay.”

“Do you want Steph to come and wait with you so you aren’t alone?”

“I’m fine Mitch I’m 23 I don’t need a baby sitter to use the restroom.” Jeremy ,who wants Mackie’s attention again ,starts to play with her hair, “I’ll be back soon okay, yes I’ll call you if I need you.”

After Mitch hangs up, Mackie gives Jeremy one last kiss before she pulls out her contact mirror to fix her hair. But she does not like what she sees on her neck.

“Jeremy those better not be hickeys.” He looks at her neck and laughs, “Jer it’s not funny. Are you trying to get me killed?”

“They aren’t that noticeable just put your jacket on and you’ll be fine.” He kisses her forehead as she sends him an angry yet playful glare.

Luckily, for both of their sakes, the jacket was enough to cover the hickeys for the time being.

The next day however, the hickeys became an issue. Mitch left earlier than Steph and Mackie to get ready for the skill challenges. So he was not there when Mackie got out of the shower and saw that her hickeys had darkened. And unfortunately her outfit she had planned for today wouldn’t do much to hide them. She had to pull out the big guns, running to her sister.

After getting dressed, she sticks her head into Steph’s room where she is putting her makeup on.

“Steph I need your help.” Steph turns and gives Mackie a welcoming smile, “but you can’t tell anyone, especially not Mitchy.”

“My lips are seals.” Steph does the ‘zipped lips’ motion and waves her in, “If you are asking for my help killing someone it might be hard to hide that from your brother.”

Mackie sighs before entering the room fully. Her neck on display, Steph can’t help but laugh.

“How the hell did you hide those yesterday?” She says while laughing.

“Well I didn’t have them all day yesterday.” Steph gives her a confused look. “Remember when I went to the restroom and said that there was a line.”

Steph nods inviting Mackie to continue.

“Well there wasn’t a line, I never made it to the bathroom.” Mackie avoids eye contact while she plays with the bottom of her shirt. “I was with my boyfriend, Jer, Jeremy Swayman.”

Mackie is ready for Steph to be upset , but she just starts to laugh again.

“I’m sorry, I should be taking this more seriously, but the irony of this all is to die for.” Her laughter finally dies down and she puts her hand on Mackie’s shoulder. “I help you cover them up, but you should really tell Mitch. The longer you wait the worse it will be.”

Steph pulls Mackie into her chair and covers up the marks perfectly.

“You are a life saver again Steph.” Mackie looks into the mirror and her marks aren’t visible at all.

“Next time though make sure Jeremy takes it down a notch.” Steph puts all of her makeup in her bag.

“This is him taking down a notch.”

Once they arrived at the arena, Mackie got a text from Jeremy asking her to meet in the same spot as yesterday. She tells Steph where she is going and Steph warns her not to ruin her hard work. She gets to the closet and when she opens the door Jeremy is already there sitting down on the random chair.

“I got 20 minutes til I need to be in the locker room.” Mackie closes the door behind her and she is pulled into a kiss. She straddles his lap and he wastes no time running his hands under her Maple leafs jersey. “I need you baby.”

The two lose themselves in each other, so they don’t notice the door has been open.

“What the actual fuck?” Mackie tears herself off of Jeremy and quickly fixes her shirt before she looks up and sees Auston and Mitch.

“You are a deadman Swayman.” Mitch starts going towards Jeremy, but Mackie stands in front of him. “Mackie move.”

“Mitch please hear me out.” Mitch finally looks at Mackie and his look of angry shifted to a hurt look.

“You could have dated anyone else, Jesus I would have been fine with one of the damn Hughes brothers, but a bruins player? And on top of that you picked this asshole?” Mackie feels small as her brother yells at her.

“Hey I get that you are upset, but I won’t stand here and let you yell at her.” Jeremy stands next to Mackie slightly moving her out of the way.

“Oh it’s definitely not her I’m mad at.” Mitch pushes Jeremy

“Mitch dude maybe you should hear them out.” Auston pull Mitch away before he could make any bad decisions. Mitch sighs and calms down a bit.

“You guys have five minutes to convince me not to beat his ass.”

In a panic, Mackie decided to tell Mitch everything.

“I met Jeremy once I got back from your wedding last year. After I saw everyone,it reminded me how lonely I felt back in Boston. I couldn’t just leave, I worked to hard to get where I am. So Maddie recommended I went on a blind date. So she set us up and I didn’t even recognize him at first. Mitch remember how you called me the day you met Steph telling me how you met the one. I called you crazy cause you can’t find the one after meeting someone once, but then I met Jeremy. He’s my one Mitchy.” At this point Mackie was crying and Jeremy held her hand to calm her nerves. “I wanted to tell you I really did, but I couldn’t stand the idea of you not liking Jeremy or worse hating me.”

Mitch pulls Mackie into a hug, not as tight as the one from the airport, but this hug carried more weight.

“I could never hate you Mackie.” Mitch says while he rest his chin on top of her head. The siblings hug for a good minute before pulling away.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” Mitch shakes his head as he wipes her tears.

“I’m not mad, although I do wish I didn’t find you guys nearly fucking to find out.” Jeremy laughs causing Mitch and Auston to give him a warning glare. “You are 23 and I have to trust your instincts. So if you say he’s the one then I support you guys. But if you do anything to hurt her Swayman, you will be a deadman.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Now Jer is softly rubbing Mackie’s back to comfort her. “I love her probably way more than she loves me. I’m crazy for Mackie and you could beat me 100 times over, I’ll still be crazy for her.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this ,but I would like you to join us for dinner Jeremy.” Mitch sticks his hand out to Jeremy and he accepts and they shake hands. “Be prepared though, my wife is going to be more viscous than I was. Mackie is her baby.”

“Actually Steph already knows. I told her this morning.” Mitch being the drama queen he is, pretends as if he was stabbed.

“The hurt the betrayal. My sister and my wife teaming up without me.” Mackie rolls her eyes and playfully pushes Mitch while she pulls Jeremy out of the closet.

“Since the secret is out, I can kiss you where ever I want.” Jeremy goes in for a kiss, but instead I met with a hand in between him and Mackie’s lips.

“No way hot shot, just cause Mitch says you guys are cool doesn’t mean we want to see you kiss Mackie.” Austin removes his hand and pulls Mack into a protective hold.

Jeremy gives Mackie the puppy dog eyes look ,causing her to laugh. She wiggles out of Auston’s hold and kisses Jeremy’s check.

“You three should go head in the locker room to change.” Mackie hug Auston and Mitch who leaves to the locker room together. When they are out of sight she pulls Jeremy down for a real kiss. “I love you Jer.”

“I love you too Mackie.” He hesitantly lets go. But they keep eye contact.

“Now go be the best damn goalie on that ice.” She points towards the locker room and Jeremy can’t help but smile. He gives her a quick kiss goodbye before leaving to the the locker room.

Part two

#hockey imagine #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #jeremy swayman #Jeremy Swayman blurb #boston bruins #nhl

129 notes · View notes

silent-raven13 · 1 year

Text

Lil Billie's Arch Nemesis

Billie loves giving his big brother kisses, kisses for boo-boos, kisses for goodbyes, kisses for hello, kisses for showing love. Hugs and kisses, she does it all! She loves her big brother, Miles! Her idol, her Spiderman, her amazing big bro! So, the two year old have no problem showing love to her favorite only big bro, Miles. Everyone says she's his biggest fan, she's number one in his heart! Little sis Billie, Miles' lovable sister! Yup, that's her!

One day she sat in the living room watching her favorite show Mickey House Clubhouse with her pacifier in her mouth. She hears her mother cooking in the kitchen, while her dad snoring on the couch.

"Ah-HA! See ya, real soon!" Mickey Mouse rings her ear, giving a sign her show ended. This made her very excited. One of the main reasons she loves her show it ends right when her big bro comes home. She got up on her two little feet getting ready to be the first one to greet Miles.

"Mils!" She muffled through her pacifier as she waited by the front door.

"Mi amor, waiting for your big brother?" Her mom chuckles in amusement always spotting her daughter being by the front door.

"Si!" Little Billie jumps, she got her favorite pink blanket around her as she waited.

The doorknob jiggles, through the door Miles softly humming with his heavy footsteps wearing timberland boots. "Mils!" Billie jumps with excitement.

When Miles enter his home, he's greeted by Little Billie wanting him to pick her up. "Hey, boo-boo!" Miles awed at his little sister, he quickly pick her up.

"Mils! Mils!" She muffled through her pacifier, giggling as she gets picked up being hugged. For a two year old, she's very smart. She took out her pacifier to give kisses on Miles' cheek. "Miles!" She said happily. "Wuv you!"

"Awe, i love you, too. Awe, my little Billie!" Miles happily snuggles her.

"Miles, are you home?" Their mother's voice loud being in the kitchen cooking dinner.

"Si, mami!" Miles closed the door behind him then went over to kiss his mother's cheek, "Smells great."

"Of course, i cook this!" Rio laughs, "Right, mi bebé?" She blow a kiss to her daughter.

Little Billie giggles having her arms around her big brother's neck, "Mmhhmm," She put her pacifier back in her mouth.

"So, mom today Hobie is coming over, remember?" Miles casually reminds his mom.

'Hobie?' Little Billie gave a side eye at her big brother, she don't like Hobie. Not because their dad said comments about the punk's fashion or being a punk or rule breaker- No, Billie doesn't care for that. She don't like him, because he is taking away her big bro! Nope, all those kisses and hugs Hobie gives to Miles makes her jealous. Her big brother is her's. They are two peas in a pod. Not Hobie.

Not to mention, Hobie likes to bite her big brother on the neck from time to time and that really makes her mad. No one should hurt her big bro. Her big brother is Spiderman, a good man, a hero, her big bro!

Rio laughs at her daughter's reaction, "Mira, Miles! Your sister doesn't look too happy your boyfriend is coming over. She's still upset from last time." She remembers Billie crying as she spotted Hobie giving a hickey on Miles' neck, when they were in Miles' room. Miles let out a yelp in pain which caused Billie to cry and scream.

Miles blushes being embarrassed, "I should've lock the door..."

"And have tu papí bust down the door?" Rio scoffs, "No, your leaving that door wide open and no funny business."

Miles groans, "Mamí, he didn't mean it..."

Little Billie rolled her eyes, "Hmph!"

"Boo-boo, I thought you're on my side?" Miles pouts giving his baby sister a kiss on her round cheeks.

"Nuh uh!" She shook her head.

Rio laughs, "She's too smart for your own good, hijo! I wonder where she gets it from." Implying from her like Jeff could ever be this sassy.

Little Bille said, "No, Obie! No! Nonono!" She waves her hand at her big brother.

"Awe, he's a great guy, Billie. Look this time he'll be good. I promise!"

He was so wrong. Very wrong.

The moment Hobie came over, Little Billie had throw launched a toy web shooter at him. "Whoa? Wat's wrong with the lil one, sunflower?"

Miles sighs, "She's still mad at you from last time."

"Ahhh," Hobie smirks widely as he squat to Billie's level, "Atta girl, protecting your cute brother. I respect it. Let bygones be bygones, hmm?"

Little Billie shot another web shooter toy at Hobie's face with a scowl look on her face. "Billie!" Miles quickly picks her up and took her toy away.

Hobie presses his lips with a nodded, "Fair enough."

"Billie, say you're sorry!" Miles said.

"No! Bye, Obie!" She hugs her big brother then sticks her tongue out at her brother's boyfriend.

Hobie could only laugh in amusement. "I admire that."

"What? Really?" Miles blinks at his boyfriend. "Normally, you get mad when someone tries to-" Hobie said, "Because they are adults and should know better, luv. Billie is a child and I think I can make her a fine anarchist!" His lips widen to a wicked smile, he wrap his arm around his boyfriend's shoulders then said, "Hey, Billie Willie. Look. Mwah! Love you, Miles." He kisses Miles cheek.

"Hobie, stop! You're gonna make her mad!" Miles said out loud.

Little Billie's eyes widen and gasps, "NO! No, Obie! NO!" Her tiny hands try to shove Hobie's face away from her brother's face, "Me! ME!" She planted a kiss on her brother's cheek. "My bro-ther!"

"My boyfriend!" Hobie chuckles as he kisses Miles' left cheek and Billy got Mile's right cheek.

"No, my brother!" She kisses again.

"No, mine!" Hobie laughs.

"NOOO!"

Miles stood receiving battlefield kisses by his two favorite loved ones. His cheeks warm from the amount of attention he was getting.

Jeff yawns waking from his nap spotting his wife standing by the doorway to the kitchen and hallway watching the three. "What's going on?" He asked his wife being so confused.

"Oh just Hobie and Billie fighting for Miles' love, again." Rio giggles. "It's cute."

"Ah, I hope Billie wins and get that punk outta here."

"You missed it when she shoot hit him with that web shooter thing." Rio laughs.

"Awe man, I did!" Jeff saw the toy on one of the drawers, "Hey, Billie. Shoot Hobie again!" He rushes over to hand his daughter the toy.

"JEFF!" Rio said out loud. "Don't encourage her! Violence is bad!"

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spider verse #across the spider verse #billie morales

217 notes · View notes

certified-ni-ki-lover · 1 year

Text

How ENHYPEN fell for you

MASTERLIST

❤♡+:｡.｡Heeseung｡.｡:+♡ ❤

He was the school’s heartthrob & infamously known for being a playboy

Unfortunately for you he was your bully

He would always tease you, sarcastically flirt with you or annoy you in some way

Not a day goes by without one of Heeseung’s snarky comments being thrown at you

Every morning you were greeted in the same way; your locker being slammed into your face, almost crushing your fingers

He would make you do his homework

& If you failed to do so, he would simply get revenge by locking you in the janitor’s closet for the whole lunch hour

You only made this mistake a few times.

From then on you made sure to always do his homework first then yours

Even if it meant sometimes you couldn’t do yours & that would result in you getting a zero

In your brain you registered that he hated you

Why? You don’t know

But it was the opposite

Heeseung liked you

Actually. he LOVED you

Since your first day when you bumped into him in the corridor on your way to class

He never aimed to be your bully

It sort of just happened

The first few months you just ignored him

& it annoyed him

So he started picking on you for your attention

But then later he realized that you would never like him if he kept being your bully

So he started slowly changing

He would stop picking on you so much

Instead of slamming your locker in your face every morning, he would greet you with a simple “Hello” or “Good morning” with a cute smile

Of course you found it weird the first few days but then you sort of got used to it

& your feelings for him were slowly changing as well

💚♡+:｡.｡Jay｡.｡:+♡ 💚

Your dad was Jay’s dad’s best friend & business partner

& recently they’ve been wanting to expand their companies

What better way to do that than getting you both married to each other

Not only did it benefit each company

But it also made it stronger since it would now have a family tie

When your parents first told you this you were flabbergasted

At first you refused

But they told you to think about if a little more

You loved your dad very much & had a great relationship with him so you didn’t want to disappoint him

Plus you were tired of going on the blind dates your mom sets you up with

So you ended up agreeing to it

So that weekend you were going to meet Jay for the first time

You had met his parents multiple times since they had come over many times for dinner

So you knew they were nice

You got ready, wearing the best dress you had & took time to look presentable but also effortlessly pretty

When you reached the restaurant his parents booked, your heart started beating fast & you started breathing heavy

You were about to meet the man you would spend the rest of your life with

It seemed a little early to think of it like that

But you knew that it was going to turn out like that

The first thing you noticed about him was how handsome he was

His smile had caused a mild blush to form on your cheeks

His mom hugged you when she saw you & you hugged her back smiling at her

Jay gave your mom flowers & pulled out you chair for you

You took note of how kind & caring he was throughout the whole dinner

After you finished eating both of your parents were discussing about the wedding planning

So you two decided to talk a walk outside & get to know each other

You found out he was cooking & he also had an incredible sense in fashion

He was also so incredibly kind & funny

He was the whole package

You were starting to fall for him

& that wasn’t a bad thing

Cause Jay was falling for you as well

🧡♡+:｡.｡Jake｡.｡:+♡ 🧡

You & Jake were neighbors

You had meet when your first moved in

& then used to see each other in the hallways, greeting each other with a smile

Both of used to hangout in the same café

Which result into you two getting closer & becoming friends

You used to go with Jake every Friday to the dog park with Layla

& on the way back you used to get ice cream

Jake was the sweetest person you had ever meet

He was kind, sweet, caring & funny

& he was also incredibly cute

He was perfect in you eyes without a single flaw

This made it very easy for you to develop a crush on him

Of course you tried very hard to keep it hidden from him

You were pretty sure Jake didn’t like you that way & you didn’t want to ruin your friendship with him either

Since he’s pretty good at physics he comes over every Monday & Wednesday to tutor you

Many people called you lucky to be tutored by Jake since he’s the topper in physics

But he only tortored you

Why?

Cause he liked you

You were kind & caring

& you were very pretty as well

Plus you got along with Layla perfectly

Making you the perfect match for him

He had tried many times to ask you out on an actual date but always got nervous & chickened out

But he decided that this weekend he was going to ask you out

He had planned everything out

He arranged a cute picnic at the park by the lake so you guys could feed the ducks while you ate

He had also planned to confess to you

He was tired of hiding his feelings for you

So after your last class

He called you to pick you up

While you were packing everything up, he was waiting outside with your favorite flowers

When you came out, he gave them to you

You accepted them & thanked him with a faint blush on your cheeks

“Y/N would you like to go on a date with me this weekend?��

💙♡+:｡.｡Sunghoon｡.｡:+♡ 💙

You & your friends decided to go out this weekend together to celebrate the end of your exams

Your friend had suggested the ice rink

You not knowing how to skate, refused at first

But they were constantly begging you to come along so you agreed

The actual reason they wanted you to come was that the school’s cold heartthrob had asked your friends to bring you to the ice rink that weekend

He had always admired you from a distance

He was planning on making a move on you

He was tired of hiding his feelings for you & seeing other guys trying to flirt with you

So that weekend you & your friend group headed to the ice rink

Your friends, knowing Sunghoon’s intentions ditched you the moment they stepped on the ice

You not knowing how to ice skate, were struggling to stand on the ice & not fall over

You slowly started to skate but unfortunately you slipped

Sunghoon saw this as the perfect opportunity

He gracefully glided towards you & caught you before you could fall

You gratefully looked up to him & thanked him smiling

“Have you ever ice skated before?” he asked you

“Not really” “This is actually my first time” you shyly responded

“If you want I can teach you” Sunghoon proposed

You immediately accepted

The school’s ice prince had offered to teach you how to ice skate

How could you refuse

So from that day you & Sunghoon hung out every Saturday & Sunday at the ice rink

You were slowly falling for his charm & incredibly good looks

Him on the other hand was ecstatic

He would look forward to hanging out with you all the time

That was undoubtedly the highlight of his week

Today tho he planned to confess to you & ask you out

He was nervous yet excited all week

Finally Saturday came

He picked you up from your house earlier than usual

& before you headed home after the session he said it

“Y/N, do you want to go on a date with me next week?”

💗♡+:｡.｡Sunoo｡.｡:+♡ 💗

It was a pleasant Friday evening

You had stayed back in school to finish up some work in the library cause it would be more peaceful there

You had got up to get a book from a shelf

Someone had seen this & took the chance to place a flower on your desk

It was your favorite flower along with some of the candy you like

When you came back & saw this

You couldn’t hide the smile that formed on your face

This had been going on for about 3 weeks

& to be honest it made you happy knowing someone liked you

The person who gave you the flower always waited for your reaction

It made him happy seeing you happy

It was Sunoo

He was the school’s sweetheart

He was known for being kind & caring to all of his schoolmates

He had an adorable smile & the cutest personality that it made it impossible for many girls to not have a crush on him

Even some guys had a crush on him

Teachers also couldn’t resist him

He was very well mannered & smart

Always spoke politely & never summited a late assignment

He was the perfect boy any mother would love

You were his crush every since you became his seatmate in on of the classes you two shared

You too developed a small crush on him

Cause he was always so nice & always brightened your mood when you were down

He had found out that you like doing your homework in the library so he started hanging out there & always kept your favorite flower & either some candy or some drink for you when you were away

One day you were curious to know who kept giving you

So that day you pretended to go look for a book

But instead hide behind a bookshelf & waited

Then after a minute your saw someone approaching your desk

They left a flower & some candy, the usual stuff & went back

When they turned around you saw who it was

It was your crush, Sunoo….

💛♡+:｡.｡Jungwon｡.｡:+♡ 💛

You worked part-time after school at a local coffee shop to earn a little extra money

Everyday for the past 3 months a cute guy would come at the same time & would always order the same thing a Frappuccino & on some days some ice cream

You didn’t mind him coming every day tho

You rarely got to see any cute guys like him at your café

You knew he was from your uni since you’ve seen him around campus a couple of times

Seeing him around often had made you develop a small crush on him

How could you not

He had the cutest dimples you’ve ever seen

He was also so kind & polite to everyone

But you didn’t know the reason he came to your café everyday

On your first day on campus, you had gotten lost & had asked a guy for directions to the office

That guy was Jungwon

You were the prettiest girl he had ever seen

& he developed feelings for you

He found out you did part-time at a café & decided to go there to get closer to you & hopefully ask you out on a date

Considering you both went to the same uni & saw each other every day

You did get a little close

Always greeting each other with a smile when you saw each other outside

Making small talk when you used to run into each other at the entrance on your uni before heading to class

Each time you talked, Jungwon wanted nothing more than to just pour out his heart & express his love for you

But he knew that it was too soon for that

So today when he came to the café

Before heading of to a table, he slipped you a note with his number saying “Let’s go on a date this weekend <3”

& then blushed & ran away before you could give an answer

💜♡+:｡.｡Niki｡.｡:+♡ 💜

Nishimura Riki, captain of the dance team & without a doubt the best dancer your school had ever had

He won ever dance competition he entered

Quickly making him very popular since he was so young

Every girl wanted to date him

Every guy wanted to be him

He was insanely handsome, athletic, smart, tall & was good in everything he did

He was on the school’s basketball team, & sometimes joined the soccer team if they needed a replacement, he was on the dance team, in the rap unit & even in the choir

& he still managed to get the first rank with so many extracurricular activities

So he was VERY well known throughout the entire school

The teachers loved him & even the principle

He brought a very good name to your school making your school popular

Girls would transfer here just to see him every day

You also did have a crush on him

You were in the choir & helped out with the basketball team

So you had taken a liking for him

Niki also did like you

The whole reason he joined the choir was so that he could see you

When you became the basketball coach’s assistant he was thrilled

Every week he would try & accidentally get hurt because you were in charge of taking them to the infirmary

But then one day Gaon had purposefully bumped into Niki making it look like his fault

This caused Gaon to twist his ankle & Niki to have a cut on his knee

You had to take them both to the infirmary

But you were taking care of Gaon more since he had twisted his ankle

& this was annoying Niki

He knew Gaon did it on -purpose so you would fuss over him

It was annoying Niki how close you were carrying him

How you were feeding him his painkillers

& he knows Gaon has a crush on you as well

The next day during practice, Gaon was sitting on the bench since he couldn’t play & he was constantly flirting with you

You being oblivious of it thought he was just being nice & just smiled & continued to talk with him

Niki was green with envy

So after practice was over after all the guy left the locker room, he waited for you

He knew you came in after they left to do some checks

& he also knew Gaon was at the infirmary getting his check up & would come back any moment

The moment you came he

He slammed the door & pinned you against the wall

You were shocked & flustered by the sudden action

You were a flustered, blushing mess when Niki slowly kept coming closer to you

From the corner of his eye, Niki was watching the door, waiting for the perfect timing

The exact moment Gaon entered the room

Niki kissed you

He made sure Gaon would know who’s girl you were

•———————•°•✿•°•———————•

This is my first work! It was so much fun writing this. I might have gone a little overboard for Niki's cause he's my bias so I got carried away😭but I love how it turned out. Niki's was probably the one I didn't get stuck in & that was the one I wrote the fastest as well, but I am very pleased with how the ones for the other members turned out as well💌. Please feel free to give suggestions & my requests are OPEN as well. Hope you enjoyed reading my work💟

#enhypen #enhypen ff #enhypen imagine #enhypen x reader #enhypen x Y/N #enhypen x you #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #enhypen heeseung #ennypen sunghoon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen jungwon #enhypen niki

45 notes · View notes

kachikirby · 6 months

Text

Made with Love

Because it's Meta Knight's birthday, I'm doing another Metaccine drabble.

Today was Meta Knight's birthday and his wife and children were excited. Their father had gone out of the house to meet for a birthday lunch with the crewmates of the Halberd for the occasion, something that would likely take a few hours. Of course, this gave them plenty of time to prepare their own celebration, and that was their reason for being in the kitchen right now.

"Alright, everyone, here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna split in to two groups: Kirby will be with me and Sieg and Freya will work together. Kirby and I will work on dinner and you two will work on dessert, do you understand?"

Fettuccine got three nods in response.

"Good! Let's get to work!"

The twins went off to do their own work as Kirby walked over to Fettuccine, already inhaling a frying pan to gain the Cook Ability.

"So, mom what are we gonna make?" The pink puff asked, clearly excited for whatever was planned, making Fettuccine giggle.

"Well, I decided we should make one of his favorites, of course! Chicken parmesan!"

The child's eyes lit up. "Oh! Thats a great idea! Oh, but wouldn't just chicken and spaghetti be a bit too little? We should add other things like maybe a big bowl of salad! Oh, oh, oh, and truffle fries! Or a fruit salad for color! A whole loaf of garlic bread! No, wait, maybe mix some seafood in the noodles-"

"Alright, Kirbo, calm down! While the garlic bread does sound like a good idea, I think it'd be a bit too much to add all those other things. You want him to have room for dessert, right?"

"He'll have plenty of room for it!"

"You know what I mean. It won't be fair to Sieg and Freya if we make a whole bunch of things for him."

Kirby paused, as if to think. "Oh, that's right! Well, we can get it done in a jiffy!"

"Yes, but remember, just the chicken parmesan, the noodles and sauce, and the garlic bread. Nothing else." Fettuccine replied, making herself clear.

"Ok, mom!"

* * *

On the other side of the kitchen, Sieg and Freya were in a bit of a standoff, handwritten lists clutched tightly in their nubs.

"I think we should make a chocolate cake!" Sieg said.

"We should make a chocolate ice cream sundae!" His sister replied.

"Dad has sundaes every day!"

"He also has chocolate cake every day!"

"No, he has chocolate... um... fandant!"

"That's the same thing!"

"No, it's not!"

"Siegy, Fre-fre, I would appreciate it if you didn't argue with each other." Fettuccine said, looking over at them, causing them to immediately stop.

Sieg rubbed his head, as if trying to think of what to do as Freya shifted her weight to think about her own answer.

Suddenly, the daughter spoke. "Um... I know dad likes both sweets and chocolate..."

"Uh-huh..."

"So, um... maybe we can both make something for him?"

"We are gonna make something. though!"

"No, no! I meant we should make our own things for him! He loves both so why should we choose?"

Sieg looked up as if thinking and then turned to Fettuccine.

"Mom, is it fine if we both make one dessert for dad?"

"Go ahead! I don't see why not!"

"Wait, how comes they get to make multiple things!?" Kirby asked with a pout.

"Because we're already doing chicken parmesan and garlic bread, and those are two things. Plus, we're technically doing three things if you count the spaghetti with the chicken parmesan meal."

Kirby seemed to pout even more, as if he couldn't deny that statement, making both Fettuccine and the twins laugh.

* * *

A few hours later, Meta Knight walked into the house, looking a bit tired as he fell onto the sofa. As he let out a long sigh, he felt someone plop next to him and pick him up in a hug.

"Welcome home, Metty!" Fettuccine exclaimed.

Almost instantly, it felt like that was enough to give him his energy back, and he gave a kiss to his wife.

"I'm glad to be home, my bunny." He smiled.

"I know you are, honey. I hope you had a wonderful little birthday party with the others~."

Meta seemed to sigh, drawing a bit of concern from his wife. "Well... it was mostly fine until Dedede and some of his Waddle Dees decided to crash it while complaining about how he wasn't invited and how we could've used his castle for a giant party but we didn't."

Fettuccine seemed to pout. "Well maybe I should go talk to him..."

"It'll be fine. I said we're going to have Sieg and Freya's birthday at his castle this year. Besides, he also wanted to give me a gift..."

"Well, what is it?" Fettuccine asked.

With a blank expression on his face, Meta pulled out a hammer with a ribbon tied around it.

"…he gave you a hammer?"

"He did."

"…why?"

"It's how he expresses his friendship. It's the thought that counts, I suppose."

Fettuccine nodded in response. "Well, that makes sense. Are you ready to have your birthday dinner? We spent the whole day making it!"

"Yes, I'm quite looking forward to it."

What Fettuccine didn't say was that Sieg and Freya were still putting the finishing touches on their desserts and that was why they didn't come to greet them. However, her husband seemed to understand that, and that was why he happily sat at the table.

"First is dinner, made by me and Kirby!"

Upon saying that, the pink puff walked out of the kitchen holding a plate full of chicken parmesan with a heaping side of pasta and a piece of garlic bread.

"Happy birthday, dad! I wanted to give you more than just this, but mom said it would be too much food, so I had to cut down on it."

Meta chuckled in response to that. "I appreciate the thought, but I do understand why she'd say that. Anyway, thank you for the food, I'm sure it will be delicious."

* * *

After finishing his dinner, he turned to Fettuccine and Kirby.

"Well, what did you think?"

"It was delicious, of course. I had no doubts about your cooking."

Both of them smiled, with Kirby tackling his father with a hug.

"I'm so glad you loved it! Happy birthday!"

"Yes, thank you, Kirby."

"But that's not the only thing, Metty. You also have dessert to eat."

Fettuccine walked into the kitchen for a moment and then followed Sieg and Freya out. The twins carried out two things, one was what appeared to be a plate of chocolate cake and the other appeared to be a giant chocolate ice cream sundae. Meta Knight hid his confusion and concern for what he was getting, willing to stomach down this meal for the sake of his children.

"Happy birthday, dad! We made these for you!" They both exclaimed with a hug.

"Thank you, Sieg, Freya." He then looked at the desserts. "Not that I'm unappreciative of it, but is there any reason why there's two dishes?"

"Um... we both had ideas of what we wanted to do but we couldn't decide..." Freya explained.

"We didn't wanna cheat and use the Cook Ability, so we did our best on our own..."

Her father nodded and then looked at both the dishes. The chocolate cake looked uneven and was covered in a mountain of frosting and occasional sprinkles. There was a message on it, but it was barely legible. For the sundae, it looked a bit neater, but at the same time it was also extremely messy, with a lot of its toppings starting to settle in the bottom of the giant bowl. Of course, there was chocolate ice cream and fudge, but there also was a notable coffee scent lingering near the bottom. Speaking of the bottom, there were brownie bites and chocolate chips starting to pile up there and the whipped cream was starting to slide to the bottom of the bowl. Honestly, he didn't know how to feel about them.

"I'm going to have the ice cream first because I know it'll melt if I let it sit out." Meta said, making it clear to Sieg that there was no favoritism involved.

The twins nodded and Meta took a bite of the sundae. Almost instantly, he was shocked! Quickly, he tried Sieg's dish and he was reeling from it. Not because they were bad, but quite the opposite! They were delicious!

"Fetty, try this!" Meta exclaimed, allowing his wife to have a bite.

Fettuccine tried a bite of the sundae, and she was blown away enough to try the cake, only to get the same reaction. "You both made these without the Cook Ability?!"

"Uh-huh!" Both twins nodded.

Meta stared for a moment and then stooped down to Sieg and Freya's level before giving them a hug.

"It's wonderful. Thank you so much." He uttered in a gentle voice and his heart melted when he saw their sparkling eyes in response to that. Almost instantly, he felt them tackle him while in his arms.

"Happy birthday, dad!"

#metaccine #meta knight #fettuccine kirby #kirby oc #drabble

10 notes · View notes

neurodivergent-fox-demon · 6 months

Text

Stackson Week Day 4

The Bleeding Hearts Club

Rating: mature

Other tags: trans lydia, Derek Hale/ Lydia Martin, Isaac Lahey/Scott Mccall/Allson Argent , Peter Hale/Chris Argent, Minor Character Death

triggers: fighting, drug use

Please let me know if I need to add any more tags.

Archive of Our Own

Chapter 4: Anxious and Afraid

Stiles chuckled, as he sat next to Isaac and Scott. “Hello, my wonderful friends, that I never see anymore.”

Scott raised a brow at him. “I thought you were not allowed to leave the house?” He leaned back in Isaac’s arms, smiling at his friend.

“Dad is at work and what he does not know won’t hurt him.” He leaned back and lit a cigarette. “I just wanted to see the world outside the house for a little while. Don’t tell me that you aren’t happy to see me.”

Scott chuckled. “I just don’t want you to get in trouble.” He pushed over a plate of brownies. “Allison made these. Enjoy one.”

Stiles grabbed one, taking a bite. “So… things are going well between you three?”

Isaac giggled. “Don’t eat with your mouth full, Stiles.” He kissed the top of Scott’s head. “We’re doing great. How are you and Jackson doing?”

Stiles hummed as he finished his brownie. “We’re great, I guess. Mostly we just sit in his room and watch movies. Sometimes we make out a bit, but I’m not really sure what we are right now.” He bit lip. “At least I am comfortable knowing that his father completely hates me.”

Scott shook his head. “He’s a fool. No one should hate you.” He pushed his shoulder softly. “But you like Jackson, right?”

Stiles nodded, taking a drag from his cigarette. “I’ve never actually liked anyone like this before.” He smiled softly. “He’s kind of perfect.”

Isaac giggled. “Yeah, a couple weeks ago you were calling him a rich entitled nerd.”

Stiles groaned, wiping his face. “Don’t remind me. I was wrong, okay?”

Scott nodded. “He seems to have a good influence on you. You haven’t done a single drug since you got back. I am surprised I don’t even smell weed wafting off you.”

Stiles shrugged. “Jackson doesn’t like the smell.” He put his cigarette out in the grass. “I should go. I just wanted some fresh air, but I need to be home when dad gets home. Jackson wants to go out tomorrow and I have to grovel to dad, and hope he will be lenient.”

Scott chuckled. “Get out of here, Stiles. I hope it works out. Jackson sounds great. He was very polite at Chris’s dinner. Hey, try to see if your dad will allow you out Saturday. Allison is cooking this time.”

Stiles nodded, grinning. “Maybe he’ll let me off for good behavior.” He grabbed another brownie and got up, walking back home.

📚

Jackson stepped into the sheriff’s station and looked around. He smiled walking up to the reception desk. “May I please speak with the sheriff please?”

The woman looked up at him smiling. “Let me see if he is available, hun. Is it an urgent matter?”

Jackson chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “It really depends on what you consider urgent, but I guess not. I’m kind of dating his son.”

Tara laughed softly. “Oh you’re Jackson. The sheriff talks about you all the time. Let me just call him.” She picked up a phone on her desk and pressed a button. “Sheriff. There is a nice young man here. He looks like he just might melt into the floor in a blob of nerves.” She chuckled, winking at Jackson.

Jackson laughed, blushing deeply. “Oh my god…” He licked his lips as the sheriff poked his head out of his office. “Hello, Mr. Stilinski.”

“Get in here, Jackson, before you cause the entire station to riot.” Noah laughed, mock glaring at the deputies. “Get back to work.”

Jackson nodded, rushing over to the office. “Of course, Sheriff.”

Noah closed the door behind them. “None of that. You can call me Noah. What can I do for you, Jackson?” He smiled, pouring them both a cup of coffee. “You look terrified. Calm down.” He sighed as he handed the teenager the coffee.

Jackson nodded, holding the coffee close. “I’m, I know that Stiles is still grounded, but I had hoped… am hoping that you would allow me to take him on a proper date.” He squeaked out the end of his sentence.

The sheriff chuckled, shaking his head. “Is that all you wanted? Calm down kid. Let me think. Allison called asking me to allow him to go to dinner Saturday night, and you want him to go on a date with you?” The sheriff sat at his desk, staring at the boy for a moment. “Okay. I think he can get a couple of days reprieve, for good behavior. You can take him out Friday evening, but I want him back by 11pm. You pick him up and drop him off on my doorstep. Do you mind taking him to this dinner at Allison’s”

Jackson grinned, taking a sip of his coffee. He cringed looking at his cup. “That is bloody awfull.” He chuckled. “I agree to all your terms, sir. I just thought I’d take him to dinner and a movie.”

“Alright, but I am not asking him out for you. Why don’t you go over to the house and ask him yourself.” The sheriff chuckled, winking at him. “One more thing, no drinking, drugs, or sex.”

Jackson squeaked and nodded. “God no, sir. I don’t drink or do drugs… I’m not sure I’m ready for sex. The farthest we’ve gotten is kissing.”

Noah nodded. “Just establishing the rules. Do not worry, kid. Get out of here.”

“Thank you, sir.” Jackson hopped up. He put the cup of coffee on the desk and ran out of the station. He headed straight to Stiles’s house, and rang the bell.

Stiles answered the door and leaned against the frame. “Well, hello, beautiful.” He reached out and took his hand. “Don’t know why you are here, but you are a sight for sore eyes.”

Jackson grinned, kissing him softly. “I was wondering if you would like to go to dinner and a movie with me, Friday night.”

Stiles pouted. “I would love to, but I’m grounded. My father would never go for it.”

Jackson chuckled. “I already got his permission. He also said I can take you to Allison’s Saturday night. That is two nights you have free.”

Stiles chuckled. “You are amazing. Thank you. I would love to go on a date with you, babe.” He pulled him into another kiss and sighed happily. “Why don’t you stay and watch a movie?”

Jackson grinned. He could not believe how happy Stiles made him. He did not think it was possible to be this happy. “If I do that, I doubt we’ll watch the movie.”

“Is that a problem?” Stiles grinned, pulling him into the house. “You can’t leave me here all alone. I’m so lonely, Jackson.” He sighed, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re so dramatic, Stiles.” Jackson laughed and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He groaned, letting Stiles’s tongue into his mouth.

Stiles whimpered as they fell to the couch, with Jackson on top of him. He wrapped his arms around the other boy and lost himself in the kiss. He could almost forget about all trouble in his life at that moment. It felt entirely too soon when Jackson pulled away from the kiss. Stiles flushed, tracing his cheek. “You’re so beautiful.”

Jackson grinned and kissed his neck. “Thank you. You are too. I really like you, Stiles.” He kissed up his jaw line and smiled, hearing him sigh. “I love these moments.”

Stiles groaned letting his head fall back. “I like you too, Jackson. Don’t ruin it by talking.” He gripped Jackson’s hair, pulling him back into a kiss.

Jackson groaned, shifting his hips. He whimpered, feeling Stiles hard under him. “Fuck…” He pulled away and sat next to Stiles. “I… I’m sorry.” He shook his head, trying to calm himself down.

Stiles frowned, staring up at him. “What’s wrong?” He sat up and kissed him, softly.

Jackson shook his head. “I just need a minute to cool down.” He blushed, looking over at him. “You know that I like you… I have never felt like this for anyone, but I’m not ready for sex, Stiles.”

Stiles raised a brow at him. “I never said anything about Sex, Jackson. I would never push you.”

“You didn’t. Your father did. He said that he did not want any drinking drugs or sex on the date Friday.” He chuckled.

Stiles groaned, pulling his hair. “Fuck. That must have really freaked you out. I’m Sorry Jackson.” He chuckled softly. “Jackson, babe, I’m not ready sex either. If I didn’t care about you, I probably would have brought the topic up already, but I am actually hoping this relationship goes somewhere beyond sex.”

Jackson nodded, chuckling softly. “I’m such a disaster at this type of thing. I felt you were hard and totally freaked out.”

Stiles grinned, smirking softly. “I’m sorry. I think that is the body's proper reaction when my hot boyfriend is laying on top of me.”

Jackson chewed his lip. “Boyfriend?”

Stiles blushed, looking away from Jackson for a moment. “I didn't mean to say that.” He ran his hand through his hair, sighing. “I kind of… I guess we are boyfriends.” He looked back at Jackson. “I’ve never had a boyfriend, you have to understand-“

Jackson grinned and kissed him. “No, it’s fine.” He bit his lip, laughing. “I would really love to be your boyfriend, and we can learn together what that means.”

Stiles smiled, blushing. “So, you’re okay with the whole boyfriend thing, and taking it slow?”

Jackson nodded. “Of course I’m okay, Stiles. We’ve only been dating for two weeks.” He gripped his hand, kissing the back. “So… you promised a movie. I am sure that your father will not mind if I stay a bit longer.”

Stiles grinned. “Great idea. Dad just got a new copy of Blade runner.”

“Sounds wonderful.” Jackson smiled and kissed him, moaning as they began leaning back on the couch.

Stiles chuckled, pulling away. “You keep doing that and we’ll never watch that movie.”

Jackson groaned. “You’re right.”

📚

Stiles chuckled, plucking a cherry tomato from Allison’s salad. Allison slapped his hand. “You steal another tomato Stilinski and I will cut your hand off, next time.”

Stiles grinned, plopping the tomato into his mouth. “It’s not my fault that you chose the tomatoes that I enjoy the best.” He jumped off the counter and kissed her cheek. “So, how can I help?”

Allison smiled and rolled her eyes. “Wow, you’re offering to help? What have you done with Stiles?” She tossed him a box. “Preheat the oven and put the garlic bread in the oven.”

Stiles smiled, reading the instructions on the box. “Sorry if I am in a good mood?”

“Hmm,” Allison chuckled. “Does Jackson have anything to do with this good mood?” She leaned against the counter as she watched him. Dinner was near completion and she was actually getting a little tired. She had no idea how her father did this every week. “You know, I don’t think I’ve seen you this happy in years.”

“He might.” Stiles sighed, thinking about his boyfriend, who was sitting in the living room with all his friends. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy.” He chewed his lip. “You all like him, right? I know I was such an asshole about him last time, but I was wrong. I really like him.”

Allison laughed. “Listen to you. Don’t worry. We love him.” She wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed his cheek. “Just like we love you. Now put that garlic bread in the oven. So it can cook while the spaghetti sauce simmers.”

Stiles nodded as he did what he was told. Peter walked into the kitchen. “So, Stiles, you are just leaving your new boyfriend to the wolves while you are hanging in the kitchen with my daughter?”

Stiles laughed, shaking his head. “I’m sure he is surviving. It’s not like he hasn’t met all of you.”

Peter leaned against the counter with his arms crossed in front of him. “Ah, but now he is your boyfriend. You are letting the boy you like sit with the people who know all the most embarrassing stories about you.”

“Oh my god.” Stiles gasped, running out the kitchen with Peter laughing behind him. Stiles skid into the living room where everyone was playing cards against humanity. “Hey, babe. What are you guys talking about?” He kissed his cheek and sat next to him. “Deal me in?”

Jackson leaned against him and sighed. “Nothing significant. We were just talking about graduation.” He nuzzled his neck and kissed the hickey he had given Stiles the night before. “And what our plans were before we all split up in the fall.”

Stiles hummed. “I think I am going to the police academy.”

Jackson stared at him. They had not really talked about that yet. “Really? I thought you wanted to go into forensics?”

Stiles shrugged. “If I work at the station with dad, I can study and work up to forensics. Maybe I can help build a forensic department for our sheriff’s station.”

Jackson grinned and pulled him into a kiss. “That sounds amazing.”

Stiles nodded. “Chris said that if I graduate, he’d help me pay for school. I just have to study and stay clean.”

Jackson wrapped him in a hug and kissed him passionately. They pulled apart when the others around them made choking noises. Stiles flipped them off and sighed. “Come on. I know where Peter and Chris keep the wine. Dinner will be done soon and Allison will want a good wine to pair with her spaghetti.”

Jackson nodded, and stood up with him. “I’m sure she has already chosen the wine, luv.” He chuckled as he followed him down to the wine cellar. He had no idea why he was arguing when he knew that Stiles was just finding an excuse for them to make out.

Stiles grinned as he turned, wrapping his arms over his shoulders. “Shut up and kiss me.”

“So bossy.” Jackson grinned, kissing him lovingly. “Hmm, I am starting to believe that you cannot go an afternoon without kissing me.”

Stiles hummed, kissing his jaw. “I certainly am starting to believe that. You are addictive, babe.” He trailed kisses over his neck, letting out a soft sigh. “I could eat you up,”

Jackson whimpered and leaned against the wall as he got lost in the sensations his boyfriend was sending through him. “Stiles… You are terrible.” He chuckled. Pulling him into a hungry kiss. His hands ran over his sides and gripped his ass.

Stiles groaned into the kiss and jumped up, wrapping his legs around Jackson. He never thought he would feel like this and he never wanted it to stop. The world was spinning but it felt like Jackson was holding him steady. He let out a long moan and kissed over his neck, as his back hit the door to the cellar.

Jackson heard a door slam and pulled away. “Did you hear that?”

Stiles was kissing over his neck. “Hear what?”

Jackson put him down. “I think the door is closed.”

Stiles looked around and panicked. “Oh, no,no,no.” He ran forward and tried to open the door. “Bloody hell, No” He slammed his hands on the door and leaned his head against the door frame. “This door cannot be opened from the inside. It’s a safety precaution.”

“Why would that be safe?” Jackson pulled out his phone and held it up trying to get a signal.

“In case of a fire or something like that happening upstairs. It’s a bomb shelter that Chris converted into a wine cellar.” He gasped, sliding down the door, and pulling his legs up to his chest. “Oh my god… I can’t do this.”

Jackson sat in front of him, and took his hands. “Luv, it’ll be okay. I’ll just get a phone signal somehow and I’ll call Levi to get us out of here. If I can’t do that, they know we are down here.” He kissed his hands and sighed. “They will come get us before dinner is served.”

“We are locked in here.” Stiles whimpered, looking around, eyes growing a bit wild. He was not good with closed spaces, and he was not able to really listen to what Jackson was saying, “The door doesn’t open.”

Jackson gripped his chin and kissed his forehead. “Look at me, luv. It’s okay. Someone will know we are missing and open the door for us.” He was really starting to worry about his boyfriend. “Let me know you are listening to me, luv.”

Stiles shook his head as he started shaking. He let Jackson pull him into his lap. “The door is locked.” He buried himself in the other man’s neck.

Jackson carried him to the other side of the room and sat him in a chair. “Okay, Luv, I need you to breathe with me.” He grabbed a random bottle of champagne and pulled the cork, handing the bottle to stiles. “Take a drink.” He wasn’t really sure how to handle someone who was in the throes of a panic attack.

Stiles took the bottle and began gulping down the champagne.

“Whoa, not so fast.” Jackson sighed, pulling the bottle away. “Can you look at me, my love?”

Stiles looked into his eyes. “The door is locked.”

Jackson nodded. “Yes it is, but everything is going to be okay. We are safe here.”

“I don’t like this.” Stiles pulled out a pack of cigarettes and looked around as he lit one. He felt like the world was slowly coming back to him, but he was still having trouble focusing on anything but the fact that they were locked in a very small room. “What the bloody hell was I thinking?”

Jackson chewed his lip, sitting in front of him. “We weren’t exactly thinking. We were kind of lost in making out.” He smiled ruefully. “I’m sorry I got you into this. I kind of lose my mind around you.”

Stiles chuckled nervously, wiping his eyes. He took another swig of the champagne and sighed. “You make me go crazy, Jackson. All I want to do is kiss you and have you touching me” He pecked his lips. “And now we are locked in a fucking room the size of a broom closet.”

“Hey, it’s bigger than that, luv.” He cupped his cheek, kissing him lovingly. “You really don’t like small spaces, huh?”

Stiles shook his head, resting their foreheads together. “I don’t like feeling trapped. I don’t like walls with no way to escape.”

Jackson nodded, holding him close. “Don’t think about the walls. We’re back on campus, sitting on our bench. The wind is blowing the leaves around us as I kiss you.” Jackson smiled.

Stiles chuckled and closed his eyes, relaxing in his arms. “And then Mr. Harris will badger us because we are committing the greatest of sins, public displays of affections.” He grinned, kissing his neck.

Jackson laughed, running his hand through his hair. “Oh, how scandalous.” He kissed him softly. “And then I’ll end up in detention with you at lunch. 12 years of education and not a single detention. All ruined because I simply cannot resist kissing my boyfriend.”

Stiles groaned, kissing his neck. “You are such a nerd. Why do I love you again?” He froze looking at Jackson. “I mean… shit.”

Jackson shook his head and sighed. “Please don’t freak out, Stiles.” He squeezed his hand and sighed. “It was a simple slip of the tongue. I understand if you are not ready for that particular sentiment.”

Stiles groaned. “We;ve been dating for like two weeks. I really like you, but I don’t think we are ready for that.”

Jackson nodded, kissing him softly. “Then not saying that just yet.” He grinned at him. “Conflict averted.”

Stiles chuckled. “You are entirely too reasonable.” He sighed, resting his head on Jackson’s shoulder. He looked up as the door was opened.

Chris popped his head in. “Dinner’s ready. Did you guys close this door? You know it can’t be opened from the inside?”

Stiles chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, I understand that, Mr. Argent.” He got up and took Jackson’s hand, leading him up the stairs. “Thank you.” He blushed, looking into Christopher’s eyes.

Chris nodded, patting his shoulder. “No problem. Maybe you shouldn’t go down to the cellar to make out?”

Jackson smiled at the man. “Trust me, we’ve learned our lesson.” He followed Stiles back into the kitchen and smiled as they took their seats.

Stiles looked around the table smiling. “This looks delicious, Allison.” He sighed as he began to eat. He was not really sure what else to say. They had been locked in the cellar for what felt like hours but they were probably only in there for minutes.

📚

Stiles stood in Peter’s office, pacing in front of his desk. “You have got to fix that cellar door. I… damn. I freaked out in front of Jackson, and he was… dammit, he was so bloody perfect.” He looked up at the professor and sighed. “I fell apart and he stayed so level headed.”

Peter raised a brow. “Why are you talking to me about this? Look kid, maybe Jackson is good for you. You haven’t come to me once since you started dating that kid. Sit down, Stiles. We have a few things to talk about.”

Stiles sighed and nodded as he sat down. “That does not sound promising.”

Peter chuckled. “You disappeared for 10 days worrying the fuck out of all of us. You went to London, with my drugs and about a thousand dollars of my money.” Peter growled. “I’m pissed.”

“Oh god.” Stiles groaned. At least he knew where he had gotten the money for the hotel. “I’ll pay you back, Peter.”

Peter nodded. “You will, but you will never pull a stunt like that again. Do we understand each other?”

Stiles sighed, running a hand over his face. “I understand. Why haven’t you brought this up before now?”

“Because I hadn’t gotten you alone yet.” Peter growled. “You know I keep this part of my life out of the school, and that Chris can never know about it.”

Stiles shrunk under his glare, nodding. “ I got it. How do I plan to pay you back?”

Peter sighed. “Well, seeing that I plan to never let anyone else find out about this little side project, I want you in class every day, for at least one of your free periods, helping me to go through my research. I think that sounds fair. That is just a start.”

“Of course, Peter.” Stiles groaned. “Anything else?”

“Stay out of my shit, Stiles. I thought I could trust you. Chris came dangerously close to figuring out where you get your shit.” Peter sighed. “I can’t do this anymore. I thought if you got it from me, I could keep you safe… but you proved me wrong by running off like that.”

Stiles chewed his lip, nodding. “I’m going to stay clean.”

Peter ruffled his hair. “You better kid. Get out of here so your boyfriend can take you home.”

Stiles nodded as he got up and ran out of the office. He met up with Jackson. “Can you take me home now?”

“Sure, luv.” He took his hand and led him out to the Porsche. “What’s wrong?”

“Just another lecture about running off and how I need to stay clean.” Stiles sighed. “

Jackson kissed his hand. “They just really care about you.”

Stiles chuckled. “I’m just not really sure about that sometimes.”

Jackson smiled. “I am. They love you.”

📚

Stiles stood outside campus and looked up at the Latin etched into the side of the building. One month, he had to survive this hell hole for one more month. He walked into the building, making his way through the halls. It was Saturday, so there were not that many students here. He found his way to Mrs. Martin’s office and knocked on the door.

The professor opened the door, smiling at him. “Come in, Stiles. It is nice to see you.” She gestured at a chair in front of her desk. “Have a seat please.”

Stiles smiled at her as he sat down. “Levi said you wanted to see me.”

She nodded, sitting behind her desk. “Yes, don’t worry. You are not in trouble. It’s the opposite, really.” She pulled his file in front of her and sighed. “In the last month, you have shown remarkable improvement. I have no doubt that you will pass my class, if you keep up the good work.”

Stiles blushed, pushing the hair out of his face. “Jackson has been a tremendous help. I know that I have been a real asshole this last year.”

Mrs. Martin chuckled. “Stiles, I understand that you have been through a lot, and you are Levi’s best friend. I never wanted you to fail.” She studied him for a few moments. “You have a month and two exams until graduation. I trust that you can make us all proud?”

Stiles smiled, nodding. “I plan on it. Professor Martin.”

“Call me Natalie, Stiles.” She let out a long breath. “I have one more point to cover with you and this was a request from your father.” She stood up and handed him a business card. “You are going to start seeing the school psychiatrist starting Monday. This is non negotiable. Your father has told me that if you do this, he will lift your grounding.”

Stiles groaned, taking the card. “I really have to do this? You’re serious.”

Natalie nodded. “We want the best for you. You have to get over this hill that is blocking your path.”

Stiles puffed out a breath, pouting. “I already have tutoring, helping Peter with his research project, classes, and homework. How am I supposed to fit this into my schedule?

She grinned at him. “You will figure it out. I have faith in you.”

Stiles glared at her for a moment before nodding. “Can I go now?”

“Of course, Stiles. Call me if you need anything.” She patted his shoulder.

“Whatever.” He sighed, leaving the office. He walked to the library to meet Jackson.

Jackson looked up, grinning as Stiles sat in front of him. “How was your meeting with Professor Martin?”

Stiles shrugged, tapping his fingers on the table. “She just wanted to let me know I have been doing much better in her class.” He chuckled, bitterly. “And that I am no requires to attend meetings with the school psychiatrist.” He groaned, rolling his eyes. “As if I don’t already have a full schedule.”

Jackson reached over and took his hand. “Hey, You and I can meet anytime that you are available.” He smiled, running his thumb over his palm. “Don’t you think it’ll be good for you to talk to someone?”

Stiles glared at him for a moment. “No, I talk plenty, with you and Levi, but my father said that he would only lift my punishment if I see the psychiatrist.” He ran a hand through his hair. “So, I guess I’ll be talking to this unknown person who knows nothing about me.”

Jackson groaned. “Stiles, Levi and I do not have the education or experience to really help you, the way that you need. I do not mind listening to you and comforting you, but I want you to be able to get the help you need.”

”And do you really think I want that? I know that I have screwed up, but I don’t need all this crap.” He stood, straightening his jacket. “I’ve been clean for over a week, and I’ve started cutting back on the cigarettes.” He leaned forward, placing his hands on the table. “I don’t want to talk to someone I don’t know, letting them judge me.”

“She won't judge you Stiles. Her job is to listen without judgment and to give you advice to manage your past trauma.” Jackson sighed.

“Fuck that. I don’t need to manage anything, Jackson.” He groaned, shaking his head. “I’ll call you later.”

Jackson stood and reached for his hand. “Stiles, please don’t leave like this. I just want you to be happy.”

“I am happy. Why can’t you all get that?” He let out a breath. “As happy as I am going to get…as happy as I deserve.”

Jackson shook his head. “That is what I’m talking about. You don’t think you deserve happiness? Luv. Just go see the psychiatrist. If nothing else, it’ll allow me and you to go out without having to ask your dad every time.”

Stiles nodded. “Fine, I really do need to go. I’ll call you.” He kissed Jackson and smiled.

Jackson smiled. “See you Monday.”

📚

Jackson flipped through the college guide for oxford and took a few notes. Someone sat in front of him at the café table and he looked up. “Oh, hello sheriff.” He put the book aside and took a sip from his latte. “What can I do for you?”

The man smiled at him. “Can I ask you an invasive question?”

Jackson raised a brow, and nodded. “Yes… I can’t guarantee I will answer.”

”Of course, I just need to talk to you about Stiles.” He nodded at the waitress as he accepted his coffee. “Do you see you and Stiles getting serious?”

Jackson chuckled. “I’m not sure, Sir. We’ve been seeing each other for less than a month.” He chewed his lip, thinking. “I really care about him, and he seems to like me. I… can I be frank with you?” The sheriff nodded and Jackson took a deep breath. “It’s too early to guarantee anything, and I leave for Oxford at the end of the summer. Stiles doesn’t need me. He needs something more stable, and I’m not sure what my father will say when he finds out I’m dating a man, much less someone who is a drug addict.”

Noah frowned, staring at him a moment while he tried to gather his thoughts. “You haven’t told your father about Stiles?”

Jackson shook his head, blushing. “I don’t exactly know how to approach the subject with him. He knows I’ve been spending a lot of time with Stiles, but I don’t know how to tell him that I’m… Well am I gay, or bisexual… I don’t know.” He groaned, wiping his face. I’ve never dated before. I’ve never really been attracted to anyone before Stiles.” He let out a breath. “I never want to hurt him, but am I really what he needs? But what if I fall completely in love with him and it doesn’t work out? And my father will lecture me on-“

”Hey, hey, calm down, Jackson.” Noah sighed. “”You know, you don’t have to have everything figured out, right now?”

Jackson looked at him, a little panicked. “I’ve never not had everything figured out for me. Everything was always planned out for me by my father. Stiles is wild and unpredictable. I am falling in love with him and… I want it to be serious, but he might never want that.”

The sheriff nodded. “I like you Jackson. You’re a good kid. David is a good man. He’ll love you, no matter who you love.” He took a long drink from his coffee. “This is pretty good coffee. It’s much better than the station.” He chuckled. “As far as Stiles goes, both of you are very young. Stiles needs to focus on healing, and you need to focus on who you are, outside of your parents. Just try not to take anything too seriously.”

Jackson nodded. “”Sorry to unload all of that on you.”

Noah smiled. “It’s alright, kid. I know what it’s like to be in a new relationship, even if it’s been 20 years.” He chuckled. “I’m just worried that Stiles will do something stupid if he gets too overwhelmed.”

Jackson nodded. “He’s upset about being forced to go to see a psychiatrist.”

The sheriff nodded. “I’m afraid that I will not yield on that. He needs to talk to someone who has the knowledge and experience to help him. I appreciate all you have done for my boy, but you are not a trained expert.”

“I understand, sir.” Jackson smiled at the sheriff, fixing his hat and glasses. “I will try to make sure he doesn’t get too overwhelmed.” He looked at his watch and sighed. “I really should get back to campus to meet Stiles for our tutor session. Do you mind if I take him to dinner afterwards?”

The sheriff shook his head. “Not at all. Have an enjoyable evening.” He dropped his hands on the table. “Well, I guess I should be going too. The station does not run itself.”

Jackson nodded and shook his hand. “We should talk again, sir. Thank you.” He blushed softly as he grabbed his bag and walked out of the café. He could not believe he had just had that conversation with his boyfriend’s father. He knew he had to talk to his own father about his relationship with Stiles, but he was really not sure where to start.

📚

Stiles laughed as he and Jackson were swinging at the park. “You were really ambushed by my dad at the coffee shop?”

Jackson chuckled, shrugging as a blush covered his cheeks. “I would not really call it an ambush. He just wanted to know where you and I stand, as far as a relationship goes. I told him that we’ve only been going out for a month. I can’t really answer that question.”

Stiles stopped swinging and kissed him softly. “Did you want something more serious?”

“Stiles, I leave for oxford at the end of the summer. Do you want something more?” Jackson blushed, twisting his swing. He really did not want to have this conversation again today, or to be rejected. “I really don’t know what I want.”

Stiles licked his lips and groaned, looking up at the moon. “Honestly Jackson. I don’t know either. I’m not sure if I am ready for a serious relationship. Can’t we just have fun for now?” He stared into Jackson’s eyes and smiled. “Do you hate me for that?”

Jackson shook his head. “No, I don’t hate you. You are being perfectly reasonable Stiles.” He got up and stood up to kneel in front of Stile’s swing. “We’ve known each other for a month and I don’t know where this is going. We can just enjoy each other’s company for as long as we still feel comfortable doing so.”

Stiles grinned and kissed him lovingly. “Sounds perfect, babe.” He plucked his hat off his boyfriend’s head and put it on his own. “Kiss me like you miss me.”

Jackson laughed, pulling him into a hungry kiss.

📚

Jackson opened his dorm door and his father walked in. “Oh. Hello father.” He grinned and opened the door for the older man to come inside. “What can I do for you today?”

David grinned. “Just checking in. How are you doing?” He sat at his son’s desk, looking around the room. “Just another month in this room and then you get to graduate.”

Jackson nodded, sitting on his bed. “I guess so. I’m doing alright. I actually was thinking about talking to you. I need to tell you something.” He sighed and began cleaning his glasses. “I’ve started seeing someone.”

“Oh, that is great. What’s her name? We’re going to have to have her over for dinner.” His father chuckled, slapping his knee. “I’m sure your mother will love to make a night of it.”

Jackson blushed, shaking his head. “Yeah, no. His name is Stiles… I understand if you are upset with me, but-”

His hand held his hand up and shook his head. “So.. you’re telling me that you’re gay?”

Jackson coughed and shrugged. “I’m not exactly sure. I just know that I am attracted to Stiles.”

His father sighed, running his hand over his face. “Jackson. You are a young man, and that comes with a certain amount of experimentation. I am not going to deny you that right, but does it have to be Stiles?” He chuckled nervously.

Jackson raised a brow at him. He was not really sure how he was supposed to take that question. “You really don’t know him, father. He’s had a hard year and a half, but he really is a nice guy, once you get past the stupid mistakes.” He shook his head. “But if you knew the reasons behind the stupid mistakes, you wouldn’t be so hard on him.”

David shook his head, glaring at his son. “He’s a drug addict and a punk. I don’t care if you want to be gay, Jackson. I just don’t want you dating him.”

Jackson got up to pace the room. “I can’t believe you are acting like this. You don’t know him, and… I don’t know if I’m gay, but even if I were, it’s not something you just choose to be.” He let out a long breath, rubbing his eyes. “I really like Stiles, father. You don’t have to like it, but I would like you to at least accept it.”

David nodded, looking at the far wall. “He’s not good enough for you, Jackson. I don’t see this fling lasting past the summer. And imagine how a relationship with him will look for your political career. Being gay is not political suicide, as it used to be, but who you're with can still be used as a weapon against you.”

Jackson shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “Honestly, Stiles and I have already talked about that. We agree with you on that point.” Jackson chuckled, shaking his head. Dad, I don’t care about a political career. That has always been your dream for me. So, are you okay with this?”

The man nodded, looking up at his son. “The political talk is not over. We can discuss that later. If I catch you doing drugs with this punk, I will press full charges on the both of you.” The man growled. “And you’ll be putting your entire academic career in danger. Your reputation will never recover.”

Jackson sighed, looking up at the ceiling. “Have a little faith in me. I would never touch drugs, and Stiles is in recovery. He hasn't done any drugs in weeks. He’s actually a pretty good guy, father. He just hit a rough patch in life.”

David raised a brow at him. “Exactly my point. He had a year and a half of bad choices and they will follow him the rest of his life. Don’t let this fling bring you down with him.”

Jackson chewed his lip, nodding. “And if it turns into more than just a fling, as you put it?”

David groaned, shaking his head. “Don’t let it, Jackson. If you want to spend your life with a man, that is fine, but not Stiles. Have your fun now, but there comes a time when you have to get serious and settle down with someone respectable.”

“And respectable is someone you approve of, father? I can’t believe I am seeing this side of you. You are judging Stiles without really knowing him.”

David sighed. “You have known this boy for a month. I’ve known him for five years. He had such a promising future and he threw it all away for a few drugs.”

“He lost one of his best friends, father. He did not know how to deal with it.” Jackson growled. “Maybe if some had reached out to him….” He threw his hands up in the air. “You are looking at him from the surface. People are deeper than that.”

The man nodded, sighing. “I know about Erica. The event was… how do I say this? All the parents talked about it when it happened. Stiles and his friends went up to the cliffs and got drunk. Erica tripped and fell. It was none of their fault, but it happened.”

Jackson growled. “You knew and you did nothing to help Stiles?”

David stared at him. “What was I supposed to do Jackson? I offered him an ear to talk to. I sent him to the school counselor, but he refused all help. Then he started acting out. I did all I could.”

Jackson shook his head. “He was hurting. I have learned more about the human capacity to hurt in the last month than I have in 18 years. I really care about Stiles and I really don’t want it to end after the summer.”

David sighed. “I don’t have the right to choose who you love, Jackson. But make sure that he is the right choice. You deserve the best, and to be happy. If he makes you happy. I guess I have nothing else to say.”

Jackson smiled, tears filling his eyes. “Thanks, dad.” He nodded, chewing his lip. “I guess that’s it. I did not want to fight you on this.”

David smiled as he stood and hugged him. “I wasn’t kidding earlier. Bring him to dinner with me and your mother friday.”

Jackson groaned. “Father… He is still grounded” .

David chuckled. “I’m sure I can talk to the sheriff and get him to agree. Hell, the sheriff can join us.”

Jackson sighed and nodded. “Of course, father.”

To be continued…

#stacksonweek2024 #jackson whittemore #stacksonweek #stiles stilinski #tw: self destructive behavior #tw: drug use #stackson

5 notes · View notes

lyriquette · 23 days

Text

Old RWBY AU descriptions from the Frosen Steel server - 3/29/2021

The battle of the fast food restaurants - Premise: Red Robin versus Schnee Fried Chicken versus Penny's. This is also the story where the "Summer Rose prankster ficlet" comes from.

----

lilac — 03/29/2021 3:41 PM

...I hate that I spent several hours on this AU instead of studying xD

The Schnees discovers a secret recipe from times past and work with the Gele family to create a multimillion lien fast food monopoly. Jacques takes over and becomes the poster image of the Atlas-fried chicken brand. Despite the hostile takeover and overall crappy attitude to family, Jacques has good PR and has decieved everyone into thinking he's a kind, chicken-loving man.

And a Colonel. Naturally Ironwood isn't pleased.

Meanwhile, Winter has had enough of her crappy dad, knows he stole the company from mom, and swears to create an empire to take him down. She takes the rest of her family to a small apartment she bought.

Sadly Winter isn't the best at business. It also doesn't help she has the worst tastebuds for the job. No one lets Winter near the stove in fear of her creating another dark cuisine abomination. Even Whitley, whose skills amount to boiling eggs with a mild chance of causing death and destruction (hamster you will be missed), would rather head off to the execution grounds (kitchen) than let Winter come close.

---

The only time her family let her cook.

Winter: lets just add some oranges, some vinegar, coffee, milk, mustard, ketchup,, asparagus. There it has all the flavors.

Winter: -takes a sip- excellent. And now to add the secret ingredient. Love.

Winter: -adds a whole cow's heart- perfect.

Dinner: Winter: enjoy! -produces a steaming hot pot of a black creamish-liquid bubbling.-

Willow: …my daughter, are you sure this is…edible.

Winter: of course. It's great. It has every flavor under the sun.

Whitley: …I think there's something moving in there.

The contents suddenly beat rhythmically, tendrils slowly coming out of the pot before stabbing at everything within reach.

Everyone ducks for cover.

Weiss: !@#$

----

And no one in the family let Winter near a pot again. And after an incident in the military academy, Ironwood made a proclamation: “Cadet Schnee is not permitted inside a kitchen under threat of expulsion. “anyone who witnesses Cadet Schnee enter a kitchen and does not report it will be guilty by association.”

-----

It's Weiss who ends up inheriting her sister's dreams. And she pairs up with a friend she's met on Atlas, Penny Polendina who declared she'll make a fast food company just cause everyone else thinks that Jacques company, while tasting good, is inhumane with its employee practices and even worse to those he considers improper folk. Penny herself doesn’t really know what she's doing cause lacking taste buds, but she has Weiss who knows what tastes good and what works. So she can watch people cook with new recipes, see what Weiss considers good, compile the cooking data, and determine the most optimum cooking methods. It ends up that Penny becomes the face of the company with the name of the chain being Penny's. (Cause a white-haired girl would just have people associate her with the Schnee's / Jacques company.”

As the store starts to form complete with new recipes and cooking methods, Jacques notices it's Weiss and starts creating obstacles such as threatening their producers, petitioning the Council for more yellow tape around new companies, threatening workers, driving prices down to strangle this tiny company before it could get started.

However, he soon has other problems as a new, fairly-established chain invades into his turf – Red Robin.

-----------------

So in this universe, Ruby and Yang end up getting injured from yang’s journey into patch with Yang losing an arm and Ruby taking a severe blow to the back of her head. Yang still ended up a Hunter, but the sequela of Ruby's injury was unnoticed until Qrow swung her around in a circle and she puked on him. Turns out after her injury she can’t stand moving too fast or spun around without suffering from severe vertigo, and when her semblance ended up being Speed, that made it even more impossible to be a Huntress.

Raven ends up keeping a closer eye on her family after Qrow berates her. Of course, she acted like she didn’t care. But seeing Ruby made her remember Summer, but it's seeing her daughter without an arm that makes her want to do better.

She's a coward. She knows it. Even her Semblance knows it. One could interpret her ability as to find her loved ones, but in reality, it's because she knows it's because these are the people her heart knows it's safe. It's why she never returned after Ozpin told them of the hopeless odds they were facing because she's afraid of being rejected with her return. The clan was important , but in the end, it was an excuse. Being the leader of the Branwen clan and being part of her family weren't exclusive.

She's met her daughter and step-daughter a couple times under the guise of a kind stranger that'd pop up on occasion. Always with straightened hair and contacts and looking nothing like the graduation picture. She and Yang and Ruby become close, though she avoids Taiyang and Qrow. It's also her that puts Ruby onto a new path after discovering her being bummed out about not being a huntress like her mom.

------------

lilac — 03/29/2021 3:50 PM

Turns out Summer Rose was a godly cook and baker, and if she hadn’t become a huntress, she would’ve wanted to have her own restaurant instead. And thus all the energy and ruthlessness and focus that Ruby put into being a Hunress in one life was channeled into another goal. It also helped that Raven had plenty of old things from her school days from Summer, including half-made recipes in the margins of books that became refined over the years.

Before long, she's had a successful restaurant, happy she achieved her mother's dream, but it's when other people, seeing a kid not even reaching her majority succeed, sabotaged her and ended up getting her restaurant closed on a technicality that she discovered a truth of the world that if you didn’t have enough power, others will drag you down. It's from them then she learned the art of corporate espionage and became intrigued in this sort of combat,, and she ended up studying the experiences of the very best including one Jacques Schnee and his own hostile takeover of the Schnee Fried Chicken.

When Red Robin (qrow’s suggestion of Red Crow was rejected by Ruby) came back as a single restaurant and others tried to bully her out again, she employed even nastier responses including episodes of fake food poisoning, bribing and blackmail – the ruthlessness and off-the-wall thinking she would display against Grimm in another life were channeled to her enemies instead. And before long, she's the one buying up restaurants from people who just want her to leave them alone and converting them into Red Robins.

In a few short years, Red Robin becomes a dominant chain in Vale with unique recipes with loyal employees. Unlike Jacques, she's always been taught by Yang to appreciate those who were kind to her….and those who weren’t could go screw themselves. And she’s willing to pay a premium for loyalty.

-----

Funny enough, the one outside her family who gets her best is Junior and the twins. Back when she was trying to rebuild her restaurant from its previous destruction, she got a loan from the local criminal. She looked shabby like a fairly good-looking girl who fell on hard times and seemed like she was one step from selling herself to survive in Vale. However, staring at her silver eyes that seemed like the angry shimmer of steel… Maybe it was the danger sense he had that allowed him to survive when cooperating with criminals like Cinder and Torchwick in another life, but he had a feeling this girl could either be his greatest enemy or his greatest ally.

A bit incredulous at the thought,, he still trusted his gut and let her have a loan at a fair rate.

Turned out it was a smart move. He learned later on that he wasn’t the only person she took loans from. Turns out the ones who offered her absurdly high interest rates to the point where she would need to sell herself had all been arrested. Apparently Ruby had connections with the Hunters and Huntresses including their intel. Those that didn't get initially purged destroyed themselves with the in-fighting, the cause of which wasn't entirely understood. The only mafia who survived and stood strong was his, who was the only one who offered a fair price.

It's also from this that he understood something. This entrepreneur of a girl was not out for profit. She was out to fight, and it just so happens that the economy was the battlefield she chose.

Sometimes he wondered if Ruby who was now his boss after she successfully became a monopoly in Vale would be an even better Huntress. On the random days she'd just appear in his bar and stare enviously at all the dancers (why?), she'd always ask about the state of the things in Vale, particularly on his side. And he could see the happiness in her eyes at the chance for conflict. Lately though the happiness in her eyes had died down.

Everything was too calm in Vale nowadays. Other than a Schnee Fried Chicken which tried to make more of a splash here before it petered out, there was no one in Vale to rival her.

It was then when she looked like she was in the dumps that she made a comment, complaining things were too peaceful.

“Maybe I should expand into another kingdom…”

“. Eh why? That’s more trouble than it's worth: you might lose the investment, then the tariffs, the government pushback, lack of home field advan- ….all those things are just plusses for you, arent they. -_-

“…nooo…yesssss"

The last thing he heard of her was Red Robin taking on the Schnee Fried Chicken and “pitting herself against a master.”

---

Tl;dr Jacques inadvertently creating his own worst enemy a kingdom away, and in the ensuing battle between two giants, a Penny's finds the space to live.

lilac — 03/29/2021 5:38 PM

Qrow's had a lot of regrets. The biggest one was that he wasn't there for his nieces when they needed him most - he couldn't stop Yang from losing an arm and Ruby losing her dreams from being a Huntress. It's why he lashed out at his sister when he met her in Mistral - to the point where they destroyed the bar they were in from their fight.

He just didn't get it. Why she would abandon something precious like having a family and true love for a bunch of thieves and bandits - yes, he used to be part of those crooks, but as far as he was concerned, he owed them nothing. Every piece of food he had was acquired from his own efforts, and even the transcontinental tickets that brought them to Vale was bought on his and his sibling's efforts. Survival of the fittest, after all. But Raven, after becoming a Huntress, returned back to become the head, abandoning her real family for a bunch that only were obedient because of her power.

Maybe that's why he treated his nieces as well as he did. Part of it from love, part of it from sheer guilt that their mother / aunt refused to be a part of their lives.

His sister's daughter, Yang...he wished they were closer. He'd always be around to help her out when she got in trouble and made jokes with her. But ever since the incident, there was always that distance that couldn't be breached.

He could understand the resentment. He knew that his sister was her mother and never said a thing, and she lost an arm because of it. When he offered to talk about her, she just shook her head and said she didn't care anymore - Summer was her mom. Why should she care about someone who abandoned them?

----

lilac — 03/29/2021 5:59 PM

He still did his best to help her out, even if he sensed that half the time she just wanted to punch his face in. It's probably why he took up his role as human punching bag as well as he did, helping her train and get used to her arm and its replacements as she grew. Even when her father and his best friend recovered from his depression and his self-doubt, their sessions continued.

As for Ruby, she always wanted to be a Huntress like her mother. No one knew at the time that the blow to her head would make her dream impossible. Sure, nothing would happen so long as she kept under a certain running speed, but as soon as any bit of rotation was involved at that speed or getting to a speed beyond a normal person's limits, she'd start to feel extreme vertigo. Heck, just from spinning her around in his arms (and how they initially discovered the problem), she'd puke.

She's tried hard to overcome the issue, and there was a hope that her Semblance would help offset it. But she ended up getting the worst one for her problem - Speed. And she was eliminated from the pre-selection at Signal Academy - and as much as he wanted to pull strings for her, he knew that this was for the best.

Ruby had been devastated. Cried. Railed against the world for half a day before calming down. In a way, she knew this was likely going to happen, but it still obviously hurt. Though one day, the clouds in her eyes disappeared and were replaced by steely determination - and she went about asking about her mother and how she liked to cook.

-----------------------------------

lilac — 03/29/2021 6:50 PM

Yang had been around at the time, and so he regaled them with stories about Summer in school.

"Though getting married and taking care of you two made her chill out quite a bit, make no mistake that your mom was a horrible little hellion to the point where Beacon's Headmaster Ozpin once commented that he would rather resign than live through that period of his life again."

"Part of that was because Summer took getting flung off a launching pad at Initiation personally."

---

"What do you mean by landing stra-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

---

"So Summer made it her personal mission in life to prank him to death," Qrow explained, "So for four years and thirty-two pranks in total, the Headmaster had suffered through having the legs of his chair cut so that he'd dramatically fall in place and give him a scare, his hot chocolate spiked with laxatives which was why he began carrying a thermos, the toilets in his room and nearby areas being loaded with either cherry bombs or colorless jello, a small device at the bottom of his cane that would only beep at random, very delayed intervals which made him think he was having a hearing problem, his bedroom door superglued shut, and various other inconveniences."

His two nieces stared in awe, never having heard this side of their mother.

"She was never really caught but by that time, everyone knew who was responsible, and that's because when Summer pranked everyone else, she didn't have any qualms about letting people know who did it. Hell, I'm pretty sure if the Headmaster had just asked, Summer would admit it to his face. But Oz was the type that never did anything unless he had the cards in his hands, and Summer never left concrete evidence as a matter of professionalism."

"What was Mom like with...the rest of her team?" Yang asked after some hesitation. Qrow looked over at Yang, knowing it was a roundabout way of asking about her birth mother.

"So my team...was your mom and dad and me and my sister, Raven. We were team STRQ, and we were the best of the best" Qrow said confidently as he tilted his up nose snootily and tilted his eyes shiftily, "And I was the bestest of all."

"Stop bragging," Yang retorted with a smirk. Ruby laughed.

Qrow threw his hands up, "Okay fine you caught me. Your mom scared me to death."

More giggling from his nieces.

"I think the bravest ones in my team are your dad and my sister for marrying her." The girls didn't bat an eye with the polyamory; after all, they were in the family of Hunters and Huntresses. It was pretty common.

"So your mom ever do that thing where she smiles but it's not cause she's happy but that she's really angry," he gave an exaggerated shiver.

A pair of nods.

"Yeah, your mom did that to me and my sister on the very first day after we made teams," Qrow said, "We kinda ganged up on her in a fight to become the leader of the gro--"

"Hey, don't look at me like that," Qrow whined as his audience stared incredulously at him, "I was sixteen and dumb. Besides after I told you about your mom and the Headmaster, do you really think she suffered in silence?"

"...So what'd she do?" Yang asked expectantly with a smirk.

"Well, first of all, the Headmaster made your mom leader in the first place. It's why it was named team STRQ." Qrow explained, "my sister and I didn't agree and so we decided to have a fair free-for-all." "Aaaand then we double-teamed your mom first." He ignored the again judging stares, "Naturally your mom complained, and I was stupid enough to tell her that everything's fair in war. My sister who shared my brand of stupidity agreed with her. And then your mom smiled and also agreed with me, thus we smugly thought we won. So... what did you think your mom did?"

"She pranked ya to death!" Ruby laughed.

"Yup. Got in one, kiddo. For two weeks, we had to watch everything we eat, wear, and touch cause we were scared it was rigged with something. And it still wasn't enough. And because I was again young and dumb, I complained, and Summer threw my words back at me, "Everything's fair in war." And then gave me the not-smile, which I began to learn was the scariest thing ever"

"What'd she do though?" Yang smirked, clearly gleeful at his suffering.

"Well...." Qrow said with an amused smirk as he counted his fingers , "I was subjected to itching powder in my clothes - my shirt, my socks, and my underwear which was awful, hair dye in my shampoo that turned pink in the sun, a stink bomb detonating when I blindly hit my alarm clock - though I think your mom suffered as much as I did with that one." He laughed, "Her words exactly were, as she was choking in our room, 'Okay. I didn't think this through...' But the one that convinced me to surrender was waking up on my school mattress in the middle of the fountain. At that point, I at least was smart enough to surrender when I did-"

"But not enough to not go against her in the first place," Yang cajoled.

"Hey, we can't all be as smart as you brats are," Qrow laughed as he ruffled both their heads to varying complaints and smiles.

"But I can at least say I was smarter than my sister who still didn't surrender after that. And that's when I discovered why the Headmaster made her the leader. Cause she's an evil genius - which is probably why she has such smart daughters." He smiled before continuing, "My sister got tagged by glitter bombs at one time, and she saw your mom laughing right in front of her. So she started screaming murder and chasing after your mom. Now given that it took the two of us to fight your mom, it probably wasn't smart on my sister's part, but your mom ran anyway."

"And that's because she wanted to lead her to hell. Your mom rigged a section of the Emerald Forest with traps. I don't know how she got that many smoke or paint bombs, but the Emerald Forest became the Rainbow Forest in the span of a single day. "

"The final straw was when Summer found these small Dust-powered Van de Graaff genera-"

"Van de whaa?" Ruby asked.

"You remember the science museum where there was this big orb with electricity inside it, and when you touched it, it made your hair go up? The one that made Yang looked like a blonde porcupine."

"Hey!"

"Well, Summer bought a bunch of portable Dust-powered ones, and she hid them everywhere. She even replaced our dorm's doorknob with one and painted it over to look like the doorknob. That combined with the week of utter paranoia and lack of sleep she's lived because Summer could focus her evil mind on one person, my sister finally raised the white flag," Qrow grinned.

"I'm surprised that you all managed to get along after all that," Yang said after laughing at the mental imagery, "What happened?"

"Well about that..." Qrow said with a somewhat embarrassed air, "My sis and I. You could say we were the bumpkiest of country bumpkins back then. The most we knew about fine cooking was throwing some meat and wild herbs in a pot and calling it a meal. Beacon's cafeteria was, to us at the time, amazing."

"And then?"

"Well, your mom didn't have any time to actually cook in the first three weeks cause she was too busy making our lives miserable," Qrow explained, "So after we surrendered, she promised no pranks and offered to make dinner. Admittedly, we were planning to be petty and saying whatever she cooked was bad, but..."

"When your mother brought out the spread from the dorm kitchen - juicy seasoned chicken that practically fell off the bone, soft fluffy bread fresh from the over, braised glistening savory pork, sweet chocolate chip cookies right out of the oven, I think we were too enraptured with the meal to make any complaints. And then we dug in. My sister almost ate herself sick." he laughed before adding with a smug tilt of his head, "I of course was more sophistica-"

"Bull."

The expected retort didn't come from the girls in front of him but from behind him. He turned around to see a smiling Tai who had just gotten in with several takeout bags.

"Dad!" both girls excitedly scrambled to help out with the bags.

"Don't believe your uncle," Tai laughed, "He pigged out most of all. At least Raven could walk back under her own power. We literally had to roll Qrow out of the dorm kitchen that day cause he couldn't even move! And he swore to behave as long as he could eat like this every day."

"Ouch. Couldn't you leave me a little bit of my dignity, Tai?"

Qrow grumpily said amidst the girls' peals of laughter.

"There's no way you could have dignity left after we had to roll you across one floor and up a flight of stairs," Tai smirked, "Besides I think Summer said it best." He raised the pitch of his voice slightly in imitation while facepalming, "If I'd known I could buy you off with a well-made meal, I wouldn't have spent all that money on pranks."

#rwby au #rwby fic #rwby fanfiction #weiss schnee #ruby rose #frosen steel #fast food au #old au dump

5 notes · View notes

rogesims · 1 year

Text

Vacation

Two weeks after Flower Day, just a week before graduation, Willow got her scholarship letters. She was accepted in two! She's now considering leaving the Harris' garage and using the money to help her pay a small apartment for herself.

Leo and Marcos were about to have their final exams, so they could barely see each other except in between classes.

"My family will make a trip together this weekend. Wanna come?", asked Leo.

"Can't. My mom has some family stuff to sort out in another town and wants me along."

"I had an idea, but I need to wait for the pack release first. Did you know Summer 14th is Pride Day?"

Marcos was curious.

"Course I do! What's on your mind?"

"I heard San Sequoia has a great Pride Festival. My dad told me I can work with him and save money for the loading screens!"

"YES! I'm sure Dani will also love the idea. And Sid! And Ash! And Van! Let's invite everyone!"

Leo could barely listen to a word Mr. Morlind was saying... Soon classes would be over and he'd have a WHOLE week on vacation! He knew about someone else who would probably also love to hear about their Pride excursion.

Mols said she'd love it. Her mom wanted to go skiing but she'd rather die by Vlad.

"She made me organize Career Day for extra credit and I need some fresh air. Just so you know, I signed you up."

"Well", replied Leo, "if that means you're coming, I can find some fun in that!"

When they got home, both Moe and Leo had great news! Leo has been promoted to Speedrunner and Moe got to her branch selection. She got a unique opportunity and ended up on her path to stardom again! It seems like it doesn't matter the universe, Moe is destined to fame.

The Harrises landed in Lani St. Taz! They're staying the weekend at the Saphire Shores Resort.

"Won't this be too expensive, mom?"

"Baby, don't be silly...This isn't a real hotel, they don't exist in the game! We won't pay a thing, this is just a spa."

A well-deserved vacation... Being a legacy family ain't easy! Since they didn't pay for the stay, the family enjoyed the premises before having dinner.

It's dinner time, and the Harrises went to the best (the only) restaurant in Sulani!

"Thank you so much for this trip, guys! It's a great close to my High School Years!", said Willow.

"We're also celebrating Moe's promotion. She's famous now!" "

And Leo is ending his junior year!", Moe replied. "It's time you start thinking about your future, baby."

"To be honest, I don't know, mom. I've been working at the drama club, but Copperdale is too far away from Honeywood."

"We're not gonna live there forever, you know? Legacies are known for moving all around the SimNation."

"You should trust your gut, Leo. I'm sure the Watcher will find a way of helping your dreams come true." Leo didn't have all this blind faith.

"How can the Watcher know what to do, when I can't?"

"They made us cross universes to save the legacy. You'll be good!"

"I hope you're right, mom. I have just a few weeks left before my gen takes over."

"Watcher surely have something in store for you. Just keep on going through Live Mode and soon I know things will become clearer!"

After dinner, Leo vanished. Moe found him at a fishing spot nearby. "Can I sit here?"

"What if I'm not a good heir as you both? You had a Starlight Boulevard star, for woohoock sake! I don't think I can top that."

"Leo... You don't have to be like us. You're good just the way you are and doing the things you want to do. Legacy gens are different."

"I acted, and I now work with social causes because that's what makes me happy; same with your dad and cooking", Moe reassured him.

"And what about the drama, and the interesting plots?"

"Oooh, 'The Drama'! Not every legacy will be as messy as a Swan or a Lacey. And that's ok."

Moe gave her big baby a loving hug.

"Whatever your story is, you'll be loved and there will always be someone who enjoys your path. I promise."

Next morning, after an... um... eventful night, Moe had news for the family.

Breakfast by the sea, the perfect moment to break the news!

"Family, we're having a spare Harris! The first legacy infant is due to fall!"

"Another one, thank you!"

#Harris Legacy #Harris Legacy Gen 2/Gen 3

1 note · View note

despite-everything · 3 years

Text

i made this apple bourbon fizz cocktail and it is SO good

i know its not my recipe but i feel like a mixologist

#i spent 30 minutes making an apple cider syrup for it #and got an apple whiskey #and yes the whiskey isnt technically bourbon but i decided to go with this one cause i like the brand and the apple in it is lovely #its great straight but is SO good in the cocktail #i wish my dad wanted one... i made one from my stepbrother and one for my stepmom and one for me #and everyone really likes them #of course id never pressure someone to drink but he drinks sometimes #so hopefully he'd like one with dinner #which is still in the oven #i started cooking the second we got home from the movies but its taking for fucking ever #mine

0 notes

xmalereader · 3 years

Text

Dad Bruce Wayne X Adrian Chase X Son! Male Reader

|| Masterlist ||

Finished peacemaker and just had to write about Adrian because that man had my attention, but I also had to make it ANGSTY so be prepared! I didn’t know which Batman to choose so you can decide.

Summary: Reader is Bruce’s Wayne’s son, living with his family and the rest of siblings isn’t easy. But what happens when he keeps a secret from his family to the point where he can no longer keep it hidden?

Warnings: Angst, Adrian being soft, dad Bruce, Bruce trying to be a good dad but also not so great, sexual tension, mentions of murder, blood, reader just wants to be happy, overprotective Adrian.

Bruce knew something was wrong with Y/n.

No one else seemed to notice but him. His son has been acting off lately; running late to meetings, getting distracted during there nights out, but most importantly he stopped smiling. Bruce remembers him smiling and laughing with the rest of his brothers and causing trouble together. Now and days he pulls a fake smile here and there, his real one suddenly gone.

Bruce was a father of five boys and wanted to make sure they were all doing fine. So, during Dinner he made Y/n sit next to him on his left across from Damian who shift his gaze to Bruce and then to Y/n and back to Bruce. Damian was slowly catching on, he knew something was wrong.

Bruce clears his throat, startling Y/n to look up from his food that he was poking around. “Everything alright?” He asks. Y/n sits up straight and gives Bruce one of his fake smiles and nods. “Everything’s fine, just been stressed with some stuff and haven’t been able to focus.” He responds, taking a bite of his food before pushing it back and standing. “Excuse me.” He politely says as he leaves the dinning room.

Both his father and siblings could only stare in confusion. Y/n wasn’t one to leave the family dinner early and he usually finishes his meals first before anyone.

Y/n had made his way back to his room, apologizing to Alfred about not finishing his meal, not wanting to offend his cooking skills or anything. He simply couldn’t eat after everything he’s done. Once he arrives to his room and locks the door behind him, he slowly sits down, burying his face in his hands.

Y/n was panicking. A few days back during his night missions he was instructed to infiltrate one of the drug rings locked near the harbor. His father trusted him on taking this mission alone and knew he could handle it. This mission was Y/n’s first and couldn’t help but grow excited, wanting to prove Bruce that he was capable of doing things alone.

During his mission he had a run in with Vigilante, one of Evergreens most wanted criminals. He’s read about Vigilante before, knowing how brutal he can be when it comes to killing others. He had his own code but yet again, most of the time his code wasn’t very clear or made much sense.

Y/n had tried his best to hold Vigilante back from killing any of the dealers, keeping them tied up and away from his reach. Both Vigilante and Y/n had a rough start, always running into each other during Solo missions and dealing with his chaotic personality, always causing him trouble but finding a way to get it fixed before Bruce found out.

When Y/n was alone patrolling he wouldn’t sometimes find Vigilante following him, trying to be friendly with him and befriending him. Y/n at first didn’t want to be friends with a wanted criminal, he was working for the Batman and he couldn’t taint the bat symbol with being around vigilante.

But he couldn’t help but grow a liking towards him. The two continued to meet during there late nights to the point where they became more than friends. Most of the time he would invite Vigilante to one of his solo mission but, of course, set some ground rules. He was still apart of the bat family and he couldn’t risk being caught.

Vigilante at first refused to follow his rules, preferring to kill his targets than locking them up in prison only for them to escape later on or to be released due to a short sentence. Y/n was able to beg Vigilante to not do anything stupid, the other had no choice but to listen.

After doing this for months the two grew closer to the point where Vigilante was the first to ask him out. From then on the two have been together for almost a year now and Y/n was panicking.

He was able to keep this relationship a secret from his family for a year now but lately his relationship with vigilante has been growing serious and he can’t keep it bottled up anymore.

Y/n stays in bed all day until the sun goes down, making him get up and head downstairs to the bat cave where everyone else was getting ready. He blocks out his brothers bickering as he puts his suit on, adjusting his mask over his eyes and collecting the weapons he will be using.

He doesn’t notice his father watching closely as he ties his boots, sighing to himself. Y/n bites his lip and tries to keep himself distracted before heading out.

“You should visit Evergreen.” Said Vig. The two lied on there backs, staring at the stars from the roof top. Y/n raised a brow at Vig and chuckles, “Why? There’s nothing there.”

“You’re right, it’s a shitty town—but I get to kill anyone without getting caught!” Vig laughs, placing a hand on his stomach as he continues. Y/n had grown used to his weird and crazy behavior that all he can do is roll his eyes.

“Does he knows?” Vigilante suddenly blurts out, catching Y/n by surprise. He understood who he was referring too. He sighs to himself and turns his head to face Vig. “No and I don’t think it’s a good idea too.”

“Why not? Come on—we’ve been working together for two years and have been together officially for a year!”

“You know why, Vig.” Y/n shot back, giving him a small glare. “If I tell him he’ll—“ He tears his eyes away from him. “He’ll tell me to leave and I don’t want that.”

“So why continue to be with me? I mean, your hot and intelligent and every time you fight I sometimes get turned on—“ Vigilante rambles on. “Now, I’m not very good when it comes to feelings but lately being around you has changed me. I enjoy being with you and care.”

“I know.” Y/n whispers, leaning his head against his shoulder. “I’m sorry Vig, but I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Y/n remembers the conversation they had two weeks ago. Vigilante wanted him to come clean to Batman but he couldn’t do it. How would his father react when he tells him that he’s dating a criminal, let alone one who kills? He couldn’t do that to him.

“Y/n.”

He is pulled out of his thoughts by Bruce calling out to him and nodding towards the others. “Let’s go.”

“Right.” He finishes getting ready and follows the others out, getting ready to do some patrolling. He usually rode with Bruce but this time he decide to switch with Damian and ride with Dick instead. He wouldn’t be able to stand being next to Bruce for a few minutes without breaking down and confessing.

Damian crossed his arms as he sits in Batman’s mobile. He watches Y/n closely before asking his father. “Something’s wrong with him and it’s starting to get annoying.”

Bruce huffs, sitting in his seat as he glanced over his shoulder to see Y/n joining Dick in his own car. “I know, will figure it out soon.”

—

During patrol they encountered a group of thieves trying to steal from Gothams museum, they were armed and very well trained. Both Batman and Robin were busy handling the ones inside while both Red hood and Nightwing chased after the ones outside, knocking them down and fighting them off while Y/n checked around the area for anymore thieves.

He circled the building, not finding anything or anyone else. He tells himself that they must’ve gotten them all as he heads back to reunite with the others. On his way back he began to think about Vigilante and him and there relationship and way to tell his family about it. He couldn’t keep it bottled up anymore and knew that he had to tell them today before they figure it out on there own.

He didn’t know how his family would react once he tells them. He feels like his father would be devastated on finding out that his son was not only going out with a criminal but sleeping with one as well.

Y/n continued to run back to the museum, not seeing one of the thieves hiding in the shadows as they held a gun in there hand and took a shot at him. Y/n’s hears the gun go off and pain in his side, stopping in his tracks he breathe softly and looks down to see blood pouring out.

He didn’t know how to react, he’s never been shot at before and he’s always careful. He was distracted in his thoughts that he didn’t see the thief lurking in the shadows. His body slowly grows weak as he stumbles to the ground.

He hears his family calling out to him, he hears a familiar voice next to him as his gaze shifts up to see Vigilante standing over him.

“Holy shit your shot!” He hears him exclaim as he bends down to help him.

“You—“ Y/n croaks out, he looks towards the thief who lied dead on the ground. Vigilante must’ve followed him like always and gotten the man killed, he knows that Batman would not be pleased about this. “You have to go.” He murmured out, reaching out with his hand and trying to shove him away.

“What?! I’m not leaving you, your bleeding and dying—wait don’t die, you can’t!” Vig rambles on as he helps him up, placing his own hand against the wound and applying pressure to it.

“They can’t know.” Y/n hears himself saying, his vision growing weak.

He hears his family approaching, Robin is the first to see Vigilante. He glared at him and pulls out his katana. “Let him go!” He commands, pointing at him as Vig rolls his eyes under his helmet. “He’s injured!”

“You probably injured him.” Robin accuses.

Y/n slowly shakes his head. “No, stop—“

“I wouldn’t do that! He got shot and handled the situation myself!” Vig shouted.

Batman had arrived and looked over at the dead thief before turning back to Vig and Y/n. His stare is cold as he steps up. “You killed him.” His voice is hard and stern, startling all of the brothers. Knowing that something bad is to happen.

“Who cares, he’s dead already and he’s bleeding out!” Y/n turns slowly to face his family, his eyes dropping closed as he blacks out. The last thing he hears is Vig calling out his name.

The next time he wakes up he’s in the batcave with everyone else, Alfred had removed the bullet and stitched him up, bandages wrapped around him as he slowly sits up from the medical table. He catches everyone’s attention, his brothers approaching him. “Whoa, take it easy.” Said Jason. Helping him up a little as he checks his bandages while Damian stood next to him with arms crossed.

“You should be resting.” Damian grumbled out, causing Dick to chuckle at Damian’s behavior.

Y/n looks around the room and frowns. Everyone was here but Vig, he understands that Batman wouldn’t bring him here but where did he end up going after finding you bleeding out?

“Where uh—where’s vigilante?” He asks, his voice coming out soft as he eyes his brothers who all gave each other looks.

“We arrested him.” Bruce is the first to speak up, sitting at his computer as he typed away. “Adrian Chase, warned for multiple murders and different states. Somehow he found his way to Gotham and we were able to take him in.” He explains.

Y/n’s listens with wide eyes. He’s warned Adrian about being here and that he could get caught by one of the bat members. In the end he did get caught and it’s all his fault.

“But he—he saved my life.”

“We know but he’s still a criminal, what he did was wrong.” Said Dick.

“We didn’t know if he was going to try and kill you, take advantage of your weakness.” This time it was Damian who spoke up.

“But he didn’t, he was helping me.”

“Yes, we are glad he helped you but again, he’s a criminal Y/n. Wanted for murder.” Jason speaks up.

Y/n shakes his head. “But he helped me, can’t we just let him go?”

“Let him go? Y/n do you hear yourself, he’s wanted for murder!” Damian clarifies but Y/n continues to deny it. He knows that Vig has don’t bad things but he did it to save him, Vig Is protective and would’ve killed anyone who messed with him.

“Why do you feel pity for him?”

“Because—“

“Because what?”

“Because he’s my boyfriend!”

The room grows silent.

“Your what?” Bruce stands from his seat, walking over to him. His brothers look away and allow Bruce to pass him as he stands in front of Y/n.

“He’s my boyfriend.” Y/n whispers back out to confirm his relationship with Bruce.

“How long.”

Y/n bites the inside of his cheek. “I—“

“How long, Y/n.” Bruce repeats his question again, his voice growing dark as Y/n responds back. “One year.”

He could hear his brothers murmuring behind Bruce as Y/n avoids there stares and comments. The tension grows between them, Y/n opened and closed his mouth.

“Dad I—“

“Don’t.”

Y/n flinches, gasping softly as he looks up with wide eyes. He sees the anger and disappointment in Bruce’s eyes as he slowly shakes his head. “Vigilante is in prison, whatever you two had is over. I don’t want you anywhere near him.” He states.

Y/n is silent, lowering his head in shame as he tries his best to hold back tears. “I’m disappointed in you Y/n.” He hears Bruce mutter before turning his back on him and walking back to his computer to finish his reports.

Y/n felt like screaming, he wanted to break down and beg for Bruce’s forgiveness but he knows that he won’t be able to earn it back. Not after waiting for a year on tell him about his relationship with Vig.

He slowly stands up from the table, wincing to himself as he makes his way upstairs. Avoiding his brothers looks, not wanting to see there disappointment too. As he climbs up the stairs he walks back to his bedroom, closing the door softly behind him, making sure that it’s locked before finally breaking down.

He lets himself cry for the rest of the night, curling up in his bed. He wished he was with Adrian right now, he would probably pull him close and wrap him up blankets. Keeping him safe and warm but, he wouldn’t be able too. Adrian’s in prison, could be a possibility of him being released soon and he’d want to see him. Bruce warned him to stay away, but he knows he can’t, he’s in deep with Adrian.

The next morning he was attended by Alfred, working silently as he checked in Y/n’s wound and provided him a tray of food for breakfast. He would usually eat downstairs with his family but after what happened last night. They probably won’t stand being around him.

He wanted to ask Alfred how everyone is doing but knew that nothing would change from asking. Once Alfred is done he puts away the bandages in a bag. “Master Bruce told me to bring you breakfast, after you are done he wishes to speak with you.”

Y/n sits up against his pillows and nods. “I understand, thank you Alfred.” He whispers, taking the tray from him as he sets it in his lap. He hears Alfred leave and stares at his food. He wasn’t hungry, he was to anxious to be eating. He didn’t know what Bruce wanted to speak to him about. The conversation last night was enough for him.

Bruce is a complicated man but he never had an issue with it. He was always on Bruce’s good side, everyone knew that Y/n was the good one. The guy who was nice and caring, who loved patrolling at night and always cracked jokes with his brothers. Bruce even admired him, always looking out for him.

Y/n wasn’t adopted, he was Bruce’s first blood son before Damian came into the picture. His father and mother met at a restaurant, she was a waitress and he was just having lunch with his workers. The two got along and next thing you know there happily in love. His mother got pregnant and on the day of his birth she passed away.

Bruce was alone on raising Y/n, he was a good father on raising him and giving him time. As he grew up he was seen as the good son of Bruce Wayne. The son who always smiled brightly.

But after last nights rejection he didn’t know how to feel. Y/n felt sick to his stomach as he gets out of bed and sets the tray aside, taking in a deep breath as he leaves his roof and heads towards the living room where his family would be.

Upon entering, he catches the attentions of his brothers who were talking amongst each other. They grew silent once he stepped inside, y/n avoids them and turns to see Bruce sitting on his chair near the window, reading the paper as he slowly approached him.

“You wish to speak with me.”

Bruce’s attention is still on the news paper as he asks. “How’s the wound.”

Y/n hesitates. “It’s better, Alfred helped this morning.”

His father goes silent again. Y/n’s anxiety Can only grow worse as he fidgets with his fingers and opened his mouth.

“I’m sorry, dad.”

Bruce slams the papers on the coffee table, causing Y/n to flinch and to step back as Bruce stands from his seat and towers over him. “No, your not.”

“I—I am.”

“If you were sorry you would have told me about this a long time ago instead of having to wait a year.”

“I did want to tell you but didn’t know how!” Y/n says back.

Bruce chuckles. “So you decide to wait a year to tell us that you were dating Vigilante, a criminal and a murder.”

“Well—“

“Y/n, I’ve already told you. You and Vigilante are to no longer see each other again. I don’t want you anywhere near him.”

Y/n looks down. “I understand.”

Bruce sighs deeply. “You are also to give up your suit and name.”

“What—?” Y/n’s head shot up, staring at Bruce with wide eyes. “You—I can’t give that up.”

“I’m not asking, I’m telling you.”

“But—“

“Y/n, you are to no longer work alongside your brothers and I. You’ve proven to me that you are not to be trusted and won’t be having you in the field anymore.”

Y/n shakes his head. “You can’t do this—“

“I Can and I will.” Bruce steps closer, giving Y/n a glare. “From now on you are to stay away from Batman’s business.”

His brothers stood behind him, all in shock at Bruce’s statement. They know what he did was bad but that didn’t mean he would be stripped away from his name and suit. Y/n was the smart one on the team and they needed him.

“Dad—“

“Don’t.” Y/n flinches at the word again. “After what you did, I don’t think you deserve to be calling me that.” Y/n feels his heart break, looking down as Bruce’s shuffles above him. “I’m late for work.”

With that he leaves the room, heading out of the mansion. Y/n stays frozen in place, his hands gripping his pants as he silently tears up, biting his lip and stopping himself from sobbing out. He hears Dick approach him slowly.

“Y/n.” He placed his hand on his shoulder which Y/n slaps away, startling Dick. He keeps his head down and leaves the room, rushing back to his own. He knew he screwed up, his family was disappointment in him. His own father rejected him and won’t ever trust him again.

Y/n won’t be able to stand being here any longer, he knows that he isn’t suppose to be anywhere near Adrian but what was the point? He’s already lost everything. He knows that Adrian has friends at high places who would easily take him out of prison so, he quickly packs a bag of his own and gets changed into some warm clothes before sneaking out of the manor.

He knows all of Bruce’s security and is able to go through them without being detected. He arrives to the city and hauls a cab and provides them the address of where he wishes to go. The car ride is quiet, leaning his head against the window as he watches civilians walking down the streets and doing there own thing. Upon arriving an apartment building he pays the cab driver and steps out, holding his bag close.

Y/n makes his way up the stairs and towards Adrian’s apartment room. He had a copy of his key with him, Adrian had given it to him once there relationship started to become serious. He unlocks the door and steps inside, heading a startled cry as Adrian stood on the other side, a knife in hand.

Y/n shuts the door behind him and gives him a shy smile. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You barged in without knocking!” He exclaimed.

“You gave me a key.” Y/n shows him the key in hand, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, right I forgot.” Adrian lowers the knife and sets it down. “Looks like you got out early.” Y/n mutters out. “I’m sorry for what bats did—you know? Sending you to prison.”

Adrian shrugs. “It’s fine, I mean it was meant to happen and they’ll probably do it again.” He stands in front of Y/n and noticed the bag behind him. “Did something happen.”

Y/n nods his head. “I told them—about us and they didn’t really like it.”

“Oh, oh.” Adrian realized what that meant. He looks over to him and clears his throat. “Do you uh—want a hug? Or maybe a kiss or something, I don’t know.” He shrugs. Y/n chuckles and steps forward to wrap his arms around Adrian, hugging him close as he nuzzled his shoulder.

“He told not to see you anymore but I just couldn’t, for the first time in my life I actually feel happy and after telling them—“

“Everything Suddenly fell apart.” Adrian finishes.

Y/n nods, lying his head back on his chest as he sighs. “I don’t know what to do. My own family hates me.”

“They don’t hate you, they just have to get used to the fact that we are together.” Adrian clarified, pulling him closer as the two stayed standing in the hallway. Y/n began to feel better with just being around Adrian, “thanks.” He whispers, leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek.

Adrian grins, dipping down to capture his lips into a deep kiss. “Why don’t head to the bedroom?” He wiggles his brows. Y/n rolls his eyes, “seriously?”

“What? Not my fault your attractive and hot—god I’m getting hard just having you here.” Adrian trails kisses down his neck as Y/n laughs, feeling a lot better with Adrian’s weird personality and bold speech.

#male reader #Adrian chase x male reader #Batman x male reader #Bruce Wayne x male reader #vigilante x male reader #vigilante #dc x male reader #Adrian chase #Bruce Wayne #Batman #dc

841 notes · View notes

maizumis · 3 years

Note

Hey!! I saw that you request are open and I hope you dont mind if I have one hehehe

Can you maybe do how the reader and their Husband/dad hq boys ( maybe Ushi,Iwa and Tendou ?and you can also choose some :D) are making out but suddenly their child is coming in to the room?

My friends and I discussed about it because one of my friends happened to her when she was little ( but her parents did the deed😭)

Also can I be an emoji anon? I would love to interact with you more but eh to shy upsi💀

— MAKING OUT WITH HQ!BOYS AND GETTING CAUGHT BY YOUR CHILD

ft. timeskip!ushijima wakatoshi, iwaizumi hajime, tendou satori, suna rintaro, osamu miya

note: suggestive and female reader ❗ hottie let me kith that brain! I loved this request so much, hope you enjoy it!

❦ USHIJIMA just arrived home after practice, your child in his room, taking his afternoon nap, the sound of the door opening made you stand from the couch and go great your husband "welcome home ‘toshi, missed you" he drops his bag on the floor and cups your face with both his hands so he could give a little kiss "love you too" one kiss turned to two, then three, midway the fourth one he picked you up, placing both your legs around his waist, mouths didn't stop moving with each other even when he was walking to the couch, grunts could be heated and the room what getting hot "what's daddy doing?" for sure, that wasn't a sight for a four year old boy "haha nothing baby! mommy just have him a little kiss when he got home ‘cos we missed him! right ‘toshi?" even if his face was serious, you could tell he was a little embarrassed by the pinknof his cheeks and ears; he got up of the couch to hug his son, bending to his height so they could see each other eyes, his arms going around and tightening around his little body "your mom is right, it was a welcome home kiss, totally welcome home kiss"

❦IWAIZUMI quietly closed the bedroom door after putting his daughter to sleep, making his way toward the bed, where he grabbed you by your hips and put you on his lap "finally some alone time, baby" giggling, grabbing his face with both hand while looking with so much love to his eyes "finally" you told him with a deep kiss, you could feel his smirk thru it while one of his hands flew toy the back of your neck to kiss you harder,the other one placed in your lower back; tongues dancing with each other, both of you so into it that neither of you noticed the small figure opening the door "what's this, daddy?" he pulled out from you but still kept you in his lap, now both his hand in your lower back— almost your ass "um— daddy was teaching mommy a stretch she needs to do so her back doesn't hurt" standing up, you kissed your husbands temple while walking to your child so she could go to sleep again "yeah, that sweetie, daddy was showing me something" as if his tongue down your throat was a stretch "now say goodnight to papa and we go to sleep" she made grabby hands so you could pick her up, obligating you did it, now her chubby cheeks smashes to your arms while going to her room "good night dada, luv you"

❦TENDOU saw you cooking in the kitchen after his nap, his son fortunately still in a deep sleep "this seems good" a toothy smile came to you face, pride flowing thru your body "does it? I think it does" he quietly made his way to you, wrapping his arms around your torso while placing open mouth kisses toy your neck "it does, but you seem better right now" you threw your head back to gave her more access to your neck "kiss me, ‘tori" he didn't need to be told twice, he made you face him while placing you in the kitchen counter, standing between your legs and going directly to your mouth, your arms around his neck playing with the tiny hairs he had while his hands gripped your waist "mommy, it smells like something is burning" there was the child, standing in front of the two of you with a straight face as if he didn't saw his parents make out like teenagers in school "satori you little fuc— ducker! you made me burn the food" he laughed and made you stand, kissing lovingly your cheek "we can make it again bubbles, I love you"

❦SUNA came home late, around 11pm, static to see his family, he already knew the two of you were usually sleep at that time, so the happiness that flowed thru his body when he saw you on the couch was inmense "pretty girl, why are you up?" the sound of his voice made you jump of the couch and go to him, jumping and securing your legs around his waist " ‘cause I missed you, wan’ some time with you" "I'm all yours then" he carefully made his way towards the dinner table, placing you on top of it while kissing you. the kiss was lazy, slow, mouths moving in synchrony with each other 'i love you’s' and smilies thru it "mom? is that daddy?" what a lovely moment for your child to wake up "hey darling, why are you not sleep?" after she heard her fathers voice, she walked towards him to give him a hug, suna bending over to pick her up "missed daddy, wanna sleep with Daddy" with an apologetic look, he pecked your lips before going to the bedroom " ‘s okay then, we can sleep all together today then"

❦OSAMU loved the feeling of lazy mornings together, swaying together to the calm music that blasted from the tv while making breakfast for the family, his hands were on your hipswhile your were wrapped around his torso, head leaning on his chest hearing is breathing "love you ‘samu" he didn't reply, instead he lifted your chin and started kissing you, it was a loving kiss first until you ended on the kitchen counter gasping the air he was taking for you, open mouth kisses, hand roaming all over each other's body "fuck sweetheart, love ya, lova yer body, love ya" he told with a few grunts between before going into the kiss again "is that daddy and mommy kissing" "I think it is" why were the twins up? it was to early for them since they usually wake up and hour after "hiiiiii! mommy and daddy were making breakfast!" osamu standing behind you, you could see, feel his embarrassment— "it looks yummy! wanna eat" the sigh of relief that came out both your bodies after the twins didn't ask about the kiss was huge "okay, we can eat now, right ‘samu?" "yeah, sure, of course we can" sitting on the table, coffees and chocolates milks ready along the freshly made food, the four of you were having a nice conversation until one of the kids decide to speak "oh! I almost forgot, why was daddy being so harsh with Mommy back then" well, fuck

2K notes · View notes

jade-parcels · 3 years

Text

The genshin men: fatherhood edition

With: Childe, Zhongli, Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, Venti, Albedo and Baizhu

—————————

Childe:

Ajax loves kids and he’ll make that known early on in your relationship

Like...This man wants five or more kids but he’ll settle for four. He dreams of a big family, getting to surround himself with you and your kids every night for family dinners, everyone getting together for big birthday parties or reunions! That’s his dream life! Plus, in Snezhnaya, most families have more than two kids anyways

He will cry so hard when his babies are placed in his arms for the first time, I mean he’s a mess. Nose is running, eyes puffy, lost of sniffling lmao he is so excited to be a dad!! Don’t you dare tell the other Harbingers how much he cried...What do you mean you took a picture when he wasn’t looking??? Hey??!?!

With his obscene amount of mora, he’ll buy a huge house that will accommodate everyone. Anything you want will be purchased that day or within 48 hours, the same goes for the kids

But they’ll all learn to be thankful for what they have. They’ll learn to fight, fish and speak multiple languages. He has high expectations but let’s face it, he’ll be proud of them no matter what

You’re gonna have to be the one to put your foot down though because Ajax doesn’t enjoy being the ‘mean parent’, he has trouble saying no to the kiddos which can create some tension between you and your husband. He has good intentions of course!! He doesn’t wanna say no to those cute, freckled faces!!

Zhongli:

Zhongli is nervous about having kids because he’s immortal. So this will go one of two ways. 1. You have the baby and the baby ends up not being immortal (or you adopt a baby who is not immortal) Then he loses you both. OR 2. You have the baby and it inherits his immortality and becomes an adeptus. Now he and the baby will have to watch you die while they both life forever.

Either way...It hurts him to think about because he loves you!! He wants to have a family with you!! He wants to give you that perfect family life every human desires!! But he’s torn

You two will just have to figure it out.

Zhongli will be a strong, male figure for your kid(s) and he will instill that traditional kindness and respect into their behavior. ‘Please’ and ‘thank you’ always, always offer to help someone who needs it, do good deeds and you will feel accomplished, be the best you you can be, alway try your hardest because that’s all that matters

He will be sure that your kid(s) always feel loved ALWAYS. Zhongli will tell them stories, cook for them, take them to school, anything that needs to be done. When you’ve had a rough day, he’ll step in to take over for the night without being asked. He shows interest in everything your kid(s) like and he will do his damn best to display every piece of artwork they make or every pretty rock they find

He...will make a great dad :’)

Kaeya:

Ooooh brother, at first Kaeya says no he doesn’t want kids but...Then he starts thinking about it

He observes the happy families that walk around the cobblestone streets of Mondstadt, how the kiddos smile and laugh with their parents. He’ll patrol in the afternoons, usually rounding the corner just in time to see the city’s kids leave school for the day, watching as they all run down the street to go home to their parents or play in the fountain together...Yeah, that really warms his heart

He’d want one or two kids, preferably two to avoid an only child being lonely. He isn’t on the best terms with Diluc but he can admit that they had a great childhood together, playing at the winery and running around as brothers do

Kaeya would be a very patient, understanding father. He doesn’t have much of a temper so he’d use the kids’ mistakes as learning opportunities instead of getting upset at them

He would be obsessed with the kids when they’re babies though oh man if you thought you had baby fever, he has it times ten! He loves holding the baby, watching with a twinkling eye as his baby grasps his thumb with its tiny hand... adorable

And if your kids inherited his eyes, his star shaped pupils that his ancestors passed down to him...He’s gonna get emotional

Everyone at the knights’ headquarters and the Angel’s Share will get sick of him REALLY fast cause he won’t stop bragging about how cute and smart his kids are lmao

Diluc:

Diluc would be such a soft dad don’t even get me started

He loves you so much of course he wants to have kids with you! Is that even a question?? He won’t be the one to bring it up unless he gets the feeling that you want kids but once you ask, he’ll agree so fast

He’ll be grateful to even have one kid with you :’) and he’ll be fine with however many kids YOU want. You want one kid? Perfect! You want four? No problem, the manor is big enough for ten! You...you want ten...? Time to hire some more maids then lmao

Diluc is a worry wart though, he’ll be afraid to hold the baby, feed it, bathe it, he’s terrified of hurting the baby or the baby suddenly hating him. So just help him out!! Cause when he gets comfortable with the baby, he’ll be in full dad mode

He isn’t embarrassed to walk around the manor, conducting business with a baby strapped to his chest!

Diluc is a very kind, gentle dad who will always offer helpful solutions to the kiddos’ problems. He’ll make sure all of their needs are met while also trying to avoid spoiling them... Too much... There will be a fair amount of spoiling...

His own father wasn’t too affectionate with him so that’s why he’ll be affectionate with his kids! Hugs and kisses when he tucks them in at night, big dad hugs when they get home from school, holding their hands in the busy streets of Mondstadt. His father was a great dad! He just aims to be better.

Xiao:

Like Zhongli, he worries about the mortality thing. Since he’s an Adeptus, his kid will certainly be an Adeptus too if you have kids together.

He also worries that his kid(s) will hate him. His duty is to kill demons which means that rain or shine, holidays, special occasions, day or night he’s gotta be ready to go slaughter demonic beings. So he’ll inevitably miss out on important stages in the kiddos’ lives

And admittedly... He’ll be scared of his kids lmao

They’re screaming, crying, barfing, pooping, laughing, screaming again...He can’t predict their behavior. It’s unsettling. All of that goes away one night when you sit him down and place your sleeping baby in his arms. His eyes go wide...And he just watches. This tiny, little baby...Feels no fear for him. It’s comforted by his presence. He almost cries...ALMOST

He’s still pretty much the same Xiao we all know and love but now he has a kid. “Slaying demons is what I do...Hey, go back inside and finish your dinner. Yes, even your vegetables. I don’t care that you don’t like them-...Fine. Don’t tell your mother, bring them to me. I’ll eat them” cute :)

He’s a protective dad and husband, he’d never let anyone or anything harm his beloved family

Venti:

Venti....does not want kids. He thinks they’re cute! He likes the idea of kids but he knows he wouldn’t enjoy actually having kids

You two already have so much fun together!! You don’t need a kid!! You guys have dogs!! Dogs are like kids! But they’re more independent and they’re cuter!

He’ll feel bad if you want kids and he doesn’t, he really will! But it’ll be nearly impossible to convince him cause he’s made his mind up :/

Venti’ll make it up to you somehow though, he’ll take you out more and show you all of the adventures you guys can have if there aren’t kids around

But for the sake of fatherhood headcanons, let’s pretend he gave in. Venti would be a very caring dad. He would cuddle the hell out of this kiddo and sing to them :’) the only problem is that Venti doesn’t like being tethered to one place for too long so he tends to take off and not come back for a few days... :(

Albedo:

Albedo wants kids mostly just to see what fatherhood would be like. He’s always been curious about what that part of his life would be like so why not have a kid

He’d be good with one kid, two at most cause after practically raising Klee, he knows how some kids can be and...He doesn’t have the mental capacity for more than two kids at a time lmao

He tries his best to show more emotion in his face. We all know he usually sits like this 😐 and goes ‘wow im so happy right now’. If you didn’t know him, you’d think he was bored out of his mind right? So he’s gotta work on that. And when he musters up a smile for the baby and it smiles back at him????? Yeah...He’s gonna try to smile a lot more now

He definitely softens up once he becomes a dad, he shows emotion more than he used to and surprisingly, he takes time off of work. Shocker, I know! He decides that he’s been in the lab long enough and that he wants to be able to be there for these moments with you and his kid(s) :’) :’) He trusts Sucrose and Timaeus to take over for him for a couple hours

He keeps a journal for each kid and writes down the date and time they have their firsts or just interesting things they do ->

- 8/4: Baby sees and plays with a cat for the first time

- 9/5: Baby smacked me in the face and laughed so hard she threw up

-9/12: Baby learns that pulling my hair gets my attention. She now continues to do so

-10/15: Baby stays at Aunt Klee’s house for the first time

Baizhu:

Baizhu really loves kids, he works with them a lot and he considers Qiqi to be his daughter anyway but in terms of you guys having a kid together, with his condition he can probably only handle one kid running around

He will do his absolute best to be a good dad. Even if he feels like death, he’ll help change diapers, feed the baby, care for it when you need a break. He isn’t contagious so when you’re sleeping and he feels gross, he’ll sit back against the pillows with the baby on his chest, the three of you resting together (though he doesn’t fall asleep...that would be dangerous for the baby)

Baizhu already tends to nag at you about your health and lifestyle choices but now?? He’ll be a menace. He’ll be constantly evaluating your baby’s condition, checking to see if a certain food is giving them a rash or making sure their skin isn’t drying out. He’s hyper aware of your baby’s health and will be the one to treat them if they get sick

He’s a busy guy since he runs the pharmacy but he will always do his best to be present for your baby’s big milestones! And when your kid cries cause Baizhu’s medicine tastes like shit, he’ll do his best to not be disappointed in their reaction lmao

When you leave him alone with the baby, he’ll wrap a scarf around himself to tie the baby to his chest while he works and...he looks so cute :) dad baizhu <3 <3 <3 <3

Bonus points for him buying the baby toy medical equipment so he can get your kiddo interested in medicine :)

3K notes · View notes

cowboyjen68 · 3 years

Note

What are your thoughts on gender neutral parenting?

This is the question I have next up. I have 30 minutes before I need to be on the Farm making kettle korn after a long, hot day yesterday of landscaping for a little side money. So here is goes My parents raised me in a sort of gender neutral way.. without awareness of it. This we the late 60's and early 70's. I still was praised for being "pretty in a dress" and told to smile because "I have such a pretty one". My mom wanted me to get perms and she always, always said when I was leaving to go anywhere, "don't be loud." (As a youngster I was very loud and outgoing. I tamed a bit as I got older, pretended I was shy so I didn't have to hide being a lesbian so hard.. just stay in the background.) But they also encouraged me to play with whatever I loved, to run around out side “GO OUTSIDE!!”, to be very independent, often riding my horses for hours without contact. They gave me chores from helping in the kitchen to cleaning the garage. They didn’t quell my passion for being rough and tumble AT HOME... in public mom tried a little harder to get me to settle and be more passive. They mostly let me dress in what I wanted except for fancy occasions like weddings and out to dinner with Uncle Jerry from Chicago. They did not force gendered things on me all the time for two main reasons. My sister (who is straight) was very independent and head strong. She did what she wanted and they figured I would too. AND my siblings were 17, 20 and 23 years OLDER than me. They were tired. They were over it. So they didn’t fight me on what I liked. (And dad was HAPPY to have help on the acreage since they moved there on my behalf to get horses and let me be more wild). When I told my mom, at 12, I wanted to be a boy she told me I did not (colorful description of why not... and not flattering to the male body) then said "what do you really want". I wanted to do what boys did. So she said "do it.. talk to your father". I did. He had been bypassing me in favor of the neighbor boys on manual labor since I was 9. He thought I was not interested. From then on, chainsaw, mowing, (not just the easy parts) hay, oil changes, and such. When he was dying he told me to take his belt, "good leather last you a life time and you pass it to your kids" and he made sure I got his "wedding suit". A brown 1970's 3 piece JC Penny suit that he wore for every "suit" occasion since he retired in the late 80's. He said I would look good in it. Mom was way more into making sure I followed the rules of my sex and the gender society applied to that. She was concerned I would not fit in, would have a hard time, or be bullied for not conforming to the expectations of females. Women=feminine. Which is odd considering she played softball, was known to be very bold and outspoken (there are stories worth telling there). She bowled, always worked full time and managed the financials of the house. She shared cooking with dad. Her worry came from a mom knowing her kid was different and if she could lesson that "oddity" she could protect me. OF course.. a butch in a dress is still a butch and everyone who can see knows it. So gender neutral parenting. It is a great theory. It should be a thing. When I say gender I mean the set of stereotypes and societal expectations placed on us because of our sex. The engrained response to gender is little girls get pink and teddy bears and little boys get blue and trucks. Most parents don't even realize (there have been studies) that they do it. They tell a little girl in boys clothes "you are so strong and tough" and a little boy in a dress "aren't you just precious and pretty... boys will love you". They are using visually gendered clues to determine the sex and therefore the gender and ROLES this child is supposed to abide by. Not just abide by but thrive on. Praise for following the rules. And kids figure that out very quickly. Little girls stop trying "hard or dirty" tasks and little boys stop being tender with a doll or each other because they don't earn praise for those behaviors. Unfortunately no matter how perfectly neutral a parent (or family) is the world exists. Day care, the park, grandparents, cousins and on and on also affect this child's view of themselves in the world. Gender Neutral purity can be dangerous. You child will get into the real world and be hit with reality. We are expected to follow certain rules based on our sex and not doing so can cause issues at school, jobs, summer camps etc if that child does not have an idea about what is happening. Gender awareness parenting is much more important once the child is past the stage of being only with mom and dad. Actively speaking to your son about the benefits of dolls (sesame street has a short clip about this and IT IS STILL amazing). Speaking to your daughter about what she loves and encouraging that. If a little girl loves pink and dolls GO FOR IT> Parenting is NOT and never should be a political statement. DO NOT use your chld to prove your wokeness on gender. If your little boy likes motorcycles and buzz cuts don’t make him grow long hair and ride a pink bike because “color is not gendered” Kids should be encouraged to love and pursue what they love not what their parents want or think they shouldwant in order to make a statement. I am going to repeat that. Kids should never be a statement of their parent’s political wokeness. Kids are people.. they deserve to love what they are passionate about. THAT Is the core idea behind gender neutral parenting. You can’t send your kid, unarmed and unaware in to a world still very flush with gendered jobs, clothes, actions, hobbies etc based on their sex and expect them to just blindly power through. Actively educating kids to understand gender expectations and empowering them to do as they please is parenting at it’s finest. A child kept in the dark about the reality of the bad effects gender roles has on each one of us can be dangerous. They need to be actively involved in making decisions to keep themselves safe, to understand why gender exists and to let them choose when and where to push back.

#gender #parenting #gender neutral parenting #children #opinion

482 notes · View notes

tobesolonely · 4 years

Text

apartment 41

hi y’all! this is my very VERY late submission for @meetmeinfleetwood ‘s “To Lovers” challenge (thank u miss sadie for even still accepting this LOL) but here is some good ol fashioned strangers to lovers with the line, “will you stay the night?” . :D enjoy everyone!

warnings: mentions of alcohol, intoxication, smut :)

word count: ~5.2k

my ko-fi! thank you :)

There were many things you loved about living on your own. You loved that your apartment was always clean. You loved that at the end of a long day, you could come back and brood in peace. You loved walking around in nothing but your underwear without the fear of anyone seeing you. You did things when you wanted, how you wanted. As a self-proclaimed introvert, there was nothing you loved more than living by yourself.

However, during slightly inconvenient moments like these, you wished you had someone else in the apartment with you.

You swore you’d been trying to get your favorite jar of pasta sauce open for at least the past ten minutes. It had been a long day at work, and at the moment all you wanted to do was heat the entire jar of sauce, boil a bunch of pasta, and call it a night. You were growing beyond frustrated–– you even contemplated just breaking the jar open. Ultimately, you decided against it lest you be met with a mouthful of glass.

Feeling defeated, you pick up your phone in frustration and hurriedly punch in your father’s number. The phone rings twice before he answers. “Hello? What’s up, hun?”

“Dad, what should I do if I can’t get this jar open? Like, it’s seriously glued shut,” you set it down on the counter probably a little too hard considering it was a glass jar. “I’m so hungry.”

“Did you try running it under hot water?”

You did.

“Hm. Try getting a good grip on it with a dish towel or something?”

Of course, you did.

“Well, I’m not driving over there just to open a jar for you,” your dad pauses. “You have neighbors, don’t you? Why don’t you knock on one of their doors?”

“Isn’t that weird?”

“No weirder than asking to borrow a cup of sugar.”

You thank your dad for the suggestion and hang up with him shortly after. He was right. You just needed someone to quickly open the jar for you and then you’d be back in your apartment, secluded from society until the next morning when you went into work. Besides, you’d been in your apartment for roughly three months now and you didn’t have a relationship with any of your neighbors. You figured now was as good a time as any to at least meet the person who lived directly across from you.

You slide on your slippers and clear the few steps it takes to reach your neighbor’s door. A faded ‘41’ was on their door, and a cheeky mat that read, ‘Did you call first?’ was at your feet.

You tried racking your brain for any memory of what your neighbor may look like, but you were drawing a blank. You were more to yourself than you initially thought you were and made a silent vow to become more social from this point on. You situate the jar of pasta sauce under your arm before placing two firm knocks against the door. Moments later, the door is flung open and you’re met with the smell of something delicious cooking, and a handsome, tall man donning a dirty apron.

“Hi, is everything alright?” he has a concerned look on his face as he looks over the top of your head and into your apartment.

“I— This is a little embarrassing,” you mumble, feeling your body grow warm. “I live by myself and I’ve been trying to get this jar of pasta sauce open for at least twenty minutes and I can’t. Do you think you can?”

His mouth slowly turns upwards into a smile before finally nodding, reaching out his hand to grab the jar of pasta sauce from you. “It’s pasta night at your place too, hmm?” His tongue is poked out of the corner of his mouth as he focuses on the task at hand.

“Yeah,” you reply. “I’m just gonna heat up the entire jar of sauce, boil some spaghetti noodles, and call it a night.”

The pop! of the jar causes you to jump slightly. “That doesn’t sound like very good pasta.”

You retrieve the pasta sauce from him, quietly thanking him. “It gets the job done.”

Your neighbor hums in agreement. “‘M sure it does. If you ever wanna taste some really good pasta though, y’know where I’ll be.”

“I do,” you nod. “Well, thank you again. I’ll let you go back to making your pasta sauce that is just way better than mine.”

He lets out a loud laugh. “I appreciate it. It wasn’t any problem at all, I’m here most evenings if you ever need help opening anything else, uh…” He trails off.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N. Beautiful name. I’m Harry, by the way.”

You look down at the dirty hallway carpet, a wide smile on your face. “Thank you, Harry. It was nice to finally meet you, by the way.”

“You too. Have a good night.”

You give him one more smile before turning on your heels and walking back inside your apartment, gently shutting the door. You quickly look out the peephole and catch him just as he’s closing his door, a dimpled-grin on his face.

It was Friday night when you finally got the chance to speak with him again. You were sitting on your kitchen stool nursing a glass of wine and waiting for your frozen pizza to heat in the oven when you heard someone coming down the hallway. As you had been doing all week since your interaction with Harry, you set your glass of wine down and shuffle over to your peephole, eyes scanning the small amount of hallway that was visible.

Harry comes into view seconds later, four overflowing bags of groceries precariously balanced along the length of his arms.

“Fuck.” You hear him mutter to himself. He attempts to reach in his pocket for his keys but once he realizes he can’t do so without setting at least one bag of groceries down, he lets out a loud huff in what you assume to be annoyance. You scuttle to your shoe rack and slip your shoes on before quickly flinging your door open.

“Hi! Need help?”

Harry jumps and you both watch as the contents of the bag he was getting ready to set down spill at his feet. “Now I do,” he’s already picking his groceries off the floor. “You scared the shit out of me. Also, were you watching me?”

Your face grows warm. “I heard someone coming down the hallway so I wanted to see who it was.”

“Oh, really?” Harry questions, pausing to look up at you. “You came out of your place so quickly, felt like I was bein’ watched or something.”

You know he’s teasing you but you can’t help but feel a little embarrassed that he caught onto what you were doing so quickly. Instead of dignifying his statement with an answer, you bend down and begin helping him pick up his spilled groceries. His hand grazes yours lightly as you both reach for a can of black beans, now slightly dented. It lingers for a moment before he retracts it to retrieve a different item. A quick, side-eyed glance reveals that his cheeks are tinged red.

“What are you making for dinner?” You ask him, standing up and dusting off the knees of your leggings.

“Uh, veggie chili. S’one of my favorites–– hey, is something burning?”

Your eyes widen and you abruptly turn away from Harry without so much as a goodbye, hurrying toward your kitchen that was starting to grow foggy from smoke produced by your oven. You were so preoccupied with helping Harry gather up his spilled groceries that you had totally forgotten you had a frozen pizza in the oven and if the smell was any indication of its current state, it was most likely inedible at this point.

Reaching for the oven mitt you kept next to the knives on the counter, you open the oven and fan the smoke out of your face, holding back a gag from the burnt smell. Your fire alarm immediately goes off once you open the oven and Harry appears a second later, a concerned look on his face. He looks around for your smoke detector and once he sees it he stands on his tiptoes to turn it off. You set your now blackened pizza on top of the oven and turn on the microwave fan. Harry’s already opening windows around your apartment, fanning the air with a throw pillow from your couch.

“Thanks,” you mumble, a wave of embarrassment washing over your body. You feared that Harry probably thought you were the most incompetent person on this planet–– first, you couldn’t get a jar open, and now here you are nearly setting your apartment on fire. “Guess I should’ve set a timer, huh?”

“Yeah, ‘spose you should’ve,” he replies. “It’s okay, though. ‘M about to get started on dinner, you can join me? If you’d like, that is. Maybe you’ll have a new recipe so you can stop eatin’ all this frozen shit.”

“Leave my frozen foods out of this,” you playfully scold him, crossing your arms over your chest. “Thank you for the invite though, that would be great, actually. I’m gonna get this cleaned up and then I’ll be right over?”

“Sounds good,” he neatly situates your pillow back on the couch. “I’ll see you in a bit, Y/N. Door will be unlocked.”

Once Harry’s gone, you move into action, quickly tossing the pizza into the trashcan before running to your bathroom. You try to remember if you brushed your teeth earlier that day but you can’t, so you brush them again just to be safe. You hastily examine yourself in the mirror before deciding you weren’t going to do anything more, not wanting to come off as trying too hard. You were almost one hundred percent certain Harry was just being neighborly–– nothing indicated that he found you attractive, so you didn’t want to make it too obvious that you found him to be the most stunning man you’ve ever seen in your life.

Locking your door, you clear the distance from your welcome mat to his in five steps flat, and take a deep breath before letting yourself in.

It didn’t take long for you to realize that Harry had more skill in the kitchen than an everyday home-chef did. He all but floated around the room, chopping with ease and finesse. The two of you had settled into a comfortable silence as he worked and you watched. Billy Joel played softly over his Bluetooth speaker, and he’d occasionally stop what he was doing to take a sip of his wine and look over his shoulder at you, almost as if he was checking if you were still there because you were being so quiet.

Your head was starting to grow fuzzy as you finished your third glass of wine that night, so you make the (responsible) decision to cut yourself off for the night. “Can I have a glass of water?”

“Course y’can,” he replies quietly, not stopping what he was doing. “Give me just a second and I’ll get ya––”

“Oh, I can get it myself. Just tell me where the cups are.”

Harry stops chopping and turns completely to face you, an amused look on his face. “You’re plastered, aren’t ya?”

“No? Why do you think that?”

Harry laughs. “You can’t hear yourself stumblin’ over your words, but I can. Jus’ stay right there and I’ll get your water. You want ice?”

“How do you know how to cook so well?”

“Culinary school,” he responds coolly. “Ice?”

You’re not sure if you are as drunk as Harry says you are, but you were currently finding the fact that Harry went to culinary school the coolest thing ever. “A chef? No way! What kind of chef?”

“I’m a Sous Chef. Gonna give ya a bit of ice.”

“I can’t believe I live across from a chef! No wonder you were giving me shit for eating canned pasta sauce,” you take the glass of water from Harry’s outstretched hand, thanking him. “Even your water tastes better than mine!”

“I think you’re just pissed, Y/N,” Harry responds, eyes crinkled from smiling. “Do y’like cooked carrots?” Your nose wrinkles in response to Harry’s question and he mutters something about how he’ll leave them out before turning back towards the stove to check on his food.

“How old are you, Harry?”

“Just turned twenty-seven. Yourself?”

“I’m twenty-four!” You exclaim, a little too excited. “Where are you from?”

He turns to look at you, eyebrow raised. “England. What gave it away?”

“Your accent.”

He hums, a small smirk on his lips. “Where are you from?”

“I’m from here. Just moved back home from my college town but didn’t wanna move back in with my parents, so here I am.”

“No roommates, you said?”

“Nope,” you pop the ‘p’, taking a big gulp of water. “You don’t either, do you? I just realized I haven’t heard or seen anyone else since I’ve been here.”

“I do not. I had a roommate when I first moved in but he ended up gettin’ engaged and moving in with his fiancée, so it’s just me for now. I think I like livin’ on my own better, though.” You watch as Harry reaches into his cabinet and retrieves two bowls and starts spooning your dinner into them. He sets the bowl in front of you and hands you a spoon, nodding at you to try it.

You bring a spoonful up to your mouth, blowing a few times before shoving it into your mouth. Your eyes widen at the amazing flavor that fills your mouth, and your eyes diverge to his. “This is incredible!”

Harry looks down at his bowl of food, a shy grin on his face. “Thanks, Y/N. Glad you like it.” He grabs his glass of wine from behind him and moves around to the other side of the island to sit next to you.

“Are you a vegetarian?” You ask, mouth full.

“Somewhat. I’m a pescatarian,” he shovels a spoonful of the chili into his mouth. “More wine?”

“I better not,” you reply, mind still fuzzy from all you’ve drunk throughout the night. “This is seriously so good, Harry. You’re cute, you can cook, you’re nice… you’re like, a triple threat!”

“Callin’ me cute?”

“C’mon, you know you are,” you answer boldly. “I’m just stating the obvious.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” he takes a sip of wine. “You’re a pretty big looker yourself.”

“Are you flirting with me?”

“You flirted with me first.”

“So what if I did?”

Harry lets out a quiet scoff, going back to eating his food. After a moment he says, “I wouldn’t mind.” You smile to yourself and continue eating, bringing the bowl up to your lips and tipping your head back so you could get every last drop of Harry’s veggie chili. He gets up to get another helping of food as you get up to place your bowl in the sink, lifting your sleeves to wash it.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says as he brushes past you, going back to where he was previously seated. “I’ll clean up later. Do y’want some dessert?”

“I think I will take some more wine,” you grab the bottle from the center of the island along with your glass, pouring a generous amount. “This is good. Nothing like the cheap bottles I get from Target.”

“I’m glad you like it. Thought I’d pull this one out tonight, always pairs well with dishes like this…” He trails off. “Anyway, yeah. Glad y’like it.”

You and Harry finish off the bottle of wine no more than thirty minutes later, having by now situated yourselves on his couch. He turned something onto the television (you think it was Iron Chef), but neither one of you were paying any attention to it. Harry was asking about what you studied in college, how you like your current career and your favorite things to do in your free time. You were asking him about England, his family back home, and why he chose to go to culinary school.

He has a way about him that captivates you— just completely pulls you in— and you never want to stop listening to him speak. Harry leans close to you when you talk, almost as if you’re telling him a secret that he doesn’t want to miss out on.

“I think ‘m jus’ as drunk as you are now,” Harry whispers, letting out an adorable giggle. “Goin’ into work tomorrow is gonna be a proper pain.”

“No one told you to try and outdrink me!” You yell, tucking your knees under your bottom. “Now we’re both drunk, what good does that do?”

“Think it’s more fun this way, don’t you?” Harry lets out a little burp, his face flushing. “Wanna help me clean the kitchen?”

“What happened to cleaning it later?” You stand up from the couch, wobbling slightly before catching your balance.

“Well, I didn’t think we’d get drunk off our arses and sit here talkin’ til one in the mornin’, did you?” He stands up as well, his hand moving to rest on the small of your back as he scooches past you.

“There’s no way it’s that late,” you retort, checking the time on your phone. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to overextend my stay. I’ll help you clean this place up and then get going.”

Harry swats a hand in front of his face, shaking his head. “Overextend your stay? Of course y’didn’t, more than happy to have you here. Do you wanna wash or dry?”

“I’ll wash since I don’t know where anything goes.” You move to the sink and roll up your sleeves, moving the small number of dishes in the sink all to one side so you can fill the other side with water. Silence falls over you again as you clean the dishes from dinner and soon enough you’re done, drying your hands on your t-shirt.

“Thank you, Y/N. We make a good team, huh? Got that done quickly, didn’t we?” He folds the dishtowel in half neatly and hangs it over the handle of his oven.

“Yeah,” you yawn, slipping on your shoes that had been discarded earlier in the night by the door. “I’ll get out your hair and let you get to bed, then. Thank you for having me over and for cooking that delicious dinner, I enjoyed it. I owe you.”

“If it’s frozen food, don’t worry about it,” he jokes, moving to open the door for you. “If you want to cook me something, though…”

“How about I take you out for dinner? I stay out of the kitchen, and you’ll get something edible and halfway decent. A win-win?”

Harry laughs. “‘M lookin’ forward to it. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“I couldn’t decide between Italian or sushi but since you’re a pescetarian, I figured sushi was our best bet.”

Harry looks away from the menu and at you, clearing his throat before speaking. “That was really thoughtful. Surprised you remembered considering how loaded you were.”

“For the last time, I was not that drunk,” you defend yourself, gently kicking his calf from underneath the table. “By the end of the night, you had way more than me!”

“Maybe so,” he replies nonchalantly, looking back at the menu. “Let’s not forget who can handle their alcohol better, though.”

You let out an indignant hmph, and get to scouring the menu yourself. You didn’t eat sushi very often so you figured you’d probably just get whatever Harry got.

“Let’s do sake bombs.”

Harry raises an eyebrow. “Sake bombs? Are you tryin’ to get me drunk again?”

“They’re fun! Just one?”

Harry shakes his head at you and grins before waving over the waitress, asking her politely for two sake bombs. She comes back a few minutes later with the alcohol and chopsticks balanced precariously on a tray, setting them in front of you and Harry respectively.

The waitress stands back and says, “Ichi… ni… san… sake bomb!” The two of you pound the table until your shot glasses fall into the cup and then you throw your heads back, chugging down the cocktail. When you finally finish chugging your drink and look back up at Harry, he’s staring at his watch as if he’s been waiting for you to finish for ages.

“Oh, you’re finally done? I was startin’ to grow old,” he teases, taking a sip of his water. “Do you know what you wanna order?”

“You’re annoying,” you reply, narrowing your eyes at him. “But I’m gonna get whatever you get.”

“Really? You don’t have any preferences?”

You shake your head. “I don’t eat sushi very often so I honestly don’t know what I should get. I’ll try anything, though.”

“You really did pick this place just for me, didn’t you?” He has a teasing tone to his voice, but his gaze has softened.

“I told you I owed you, didn’t I?”

At this, Harry just gives you a small smirk and signals the waitress over once again to order for the both of you. While you wait for your food to come, you fall into easy conversation with Harry again. It seems like you can talk about anything under the sun with him–– no topic was off-limits, and nothing was awkward. He had to have been one of the most interesting people you’ve ever met in your life. He was well-traveled, knew several languages, and loved to sing and write music in his spare time. Although you felt your own life was rather boring in comparison to his, he made you feel just as accomplished and interesting as he was.

“That was good,” he tells you after you’ve both finished eating, wiping his mouth with his napkin and slouching in his chair slightly. “Think ‘m gonna need to unbutton my pants here in a second.”

“Me too,” you answer with a laugh, making eye contact with the waitress. You mouth, ‘check, please’ and she nods, reappearing at your table with the check. As you’re digging in your purse to pull out your wallet, Harry reaches over and grabs the check before you can even look at it. He reaches in his pants pocket for his wallet and slides his card in before you’ve even looked back up.

“What are you doing?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Did you forget that I’m the one that owes you?” He shrugs.

“You can make it up to me another way. Don’t worry about it,” his voice is low and gravelly. The waitress comes back to collect the check from Harry and after he receives his receipt, he reaches into his wallet to place a cash tip for her on the table. “Ready to get home?”

Home. You know he only worded it that way because you live directly across from him, but you would like going “home home” with Harry, at least for tonight. There was no denying the sexual tension between the two of you was electric–– anyone who was paying attention to the two of you could probably sense it. You wordlessly nod and follow Harry out of the restaurant, intertwining your fingers with his when he holds his hand back for you to grab.

He stands on the curb and expertly hauls a cab, opening the door and gesturing your in ahead of him. Harry’s hand moves to rest on your leg as he makes small-talk with the taxi driver, asking him if he was having a busy night and how much longer he thought he’d be out for. Harry pays the cab fare and wishes the driver a good rest of his night before all but dragging you out of the taxi.

“What’s got you in such a rush?” You ask Harry, a teasing

“Oh? Did I misread the situation? I thought–– this is embarrassing, never mind…” his tight grip loosens on your hand but you pull him back into you, laughing at how adorable he was.

“Harry! I’m joking, I know what’s going on,” you rub your thumb across the top of his. “I was just messing with you.” You see him visibly let out a sigh of relief.

“Don’t mess with me like that, Y/N!” You’re still standing outside of your apartment complex in the dark, as close to one another as you can be without completely melting into each other. He releases his hand from your tight grip and places it gently on your face instead. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”

“Please,” you reply breathlessly, standing on your toes. Harry cranes his neck to meet your lips and presses them to yours softly, pulling back only when the both of you are near gasping for air.

“Was that nice?” He asks, thumb caressing your face. Your noses are pressed together and you just nod, still too breathless to speak. “Maybe we can take this inside, then?”

Once inside Harry’s apartment, he nearly rips off the new shirt you bought specifically for your date with him, discarding it by his door.

“Careful with that,” you mutter, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I just got that today. Tag is still onnit.”

You feel Harry laugh into the side of your neck, walking your backward towards his couch. “I’ll cover the cost if it’s ruined then, how’s tha’?”

Harry sucks harshly on your neck, causing you to let out a low moan. “I guess that’s fine.”

“That’s fine?” Harry mocks you, guiding you onto the coach. You hum in agreement as you sink further down into the couch, letting out a sigh of bliss as he peppered kisses along your breast.

Your movements are needy— desperate. Neither one of you were trying to hide how badly you wanted to fuck the other. Harry smashing his lips onto yours once more, his breath warm and tongue salty from all the sushi he had earlier consumed. He attempts to pull his own shirt from his body while not breaking the kiss, and you let out a satisfied hum when he succeeds. Now you’re both shirtless and the only thing stopping you from fucking each other proper is being still fully clothed on your bottom halves.

“Can we get these off?” You ask, tugging at your own bottoms. Harry helps you pull down your tight jeans, struggling slightly to get them off your sweaty legs. Once your jeans are off your underwear follows immediately after, carelessly strewn around the room like the rest of your clothing.

“Y/N…” Harry hungrily takes the sight of your body in, eyes darkening with lust. “You might be the death of me, did ya know that?”

“I do now.”

He sucks on his index and middle fingers and lowers them down to your core, slipping them inside you with ease. You hadn’t realized how wet you were until Harry was knuckles deep, curling his fingers tantalizingly slow inside of you. “Do ya?”

You bite down hard on your lip, nodding at Harry’s rhetorical question. “Obviously.”

He flips the two of you over, so that you’re now straddling him and he’s laying below you. “Take what you want, then–– oh wait, condom?” You nod and move as Harry digs around in his pants, pulling out his wallet.

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those guys that keeps a condom in their wallet.”

He rips it open with his teeth in one swift motion and unbuckles his pants, giving himself a couple of quick strokes before sliding it on. “What if I am? Was quick and effective, wasn’t it?” He rests his hands on your hips and pulls you back on top of him, connecting his lips with yours again. “Now you can take what you want.”

Your hands move up to grip Harry’s shoulders as you slowly sink onto him, wincing at the stretch and burn an unfamiliar partner sometimes brings. You make eye contact with Harry as you take a moment to adjust to his size, noting how his grip on your hips gets even tighter.

“S’big,” you mutter, rolling your hips slightly. Below you, Harry squeezes his eyes shut. “So big.”

“Tell me how badly you want it.”

“You already know. Don’t feel like being teased.”

Harry juts his hips up to meet you slamming down onto him, groaning out loudly from the pleasure the added motion brings. At one point he situates himself so he’s sitting straight up, using his left hand as a support for him to rest back on while his right hand is tweaking at your nipples. He’s letting out a slew of curse words, letting you know it felt just as good for him as it did for you.

“Ridin’ m’cock so good,” he says under his breath, bringing the hand that was playing with your nipples to rest in between your legs. Whenever you slam back onto him you feel him not only deep in the pit of your stomach but also on your clit, bringing you maximum pleasure. “Don’t be so quiet, let me know when ‘m makin’ you feel good, love.”

“I’m already close,” you admit, feeling a bit embarrassed at how it took Harry doing next to nothing to work an orgasm out of you. Well, not literally–– but it felt like it. “Feel s’good inside me, you’re so big.”

Harry lets out a low moan from your words, throwing his head back in pleasure. It hits the arm of his couch with a quiet thump but his pace doesn’t falter in the slightest. “You’re gonna make me cum if ya keep strokin’ my ego like that.”

“You asked for it,” you reply, changing your move from riding to grinding as you were starting to grow fatigued. “I’m close.” You remove your hands from his shoulders and let them roam the expanse of your body, wanting nothing more than to receive maximum pleasure.

“Can feel ya squeezin’ ‘round me,” Harry says, taking his lip in between his teeth. “Know you’re about to come, pet.”

"Harry..." you warn, your movements growing more desperate and sloppy. You weren't normally a selfish lover but your head was so clouded from pleasure, all you could think about at the moment was your release. Harry leans his head back on the couch again and now uses his two free hands to bring you to orgasm–– one is rubbing circles on your clit and the other one is gripping at your breasts as you use your last bit of strength to swivel your hips on him.

You're coming undone not ten seconds later, loudly moaning out the man's name who laid under you. You don't slow your movements, knowing he was right behind you.

"Y/N, fuck, 'm gonna come-" he lets out a low, guttural moan, coming immediately after announcing it.

The sounds of you trying to steady your breathing are the only sounds that fills the room as you both come down from your respective highs. Harry runs his hands along your bare body, eyes hooded from the orgasm that just wracked his body. As you’re beginning to uncurl yourself from Harry, he grabs your hand, pulling you back down.

“Will you stay the night?”

You didn’t know what sleeping with Harry meant for your relationship going forward, but you were glad you knocked on Apartment 41.

#harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfiction #apartment 41 #thanks for reading!

2K notes · View notes