#Beat Yo Feet Finest

[rose-n-gunses]

Social media au:

Eddie runs a satirical Instagram account called hawkins--official where he posts memes and fake headlines and stuff shitting on the town because he hates it here and it's fun. Tons of people follow it and they all know it's run by a Hawkins High student they just don't know who.

Anyways, he posts shit on his story all the time when he's at different places (like a picture of steve's pool and "who else at the Harrington House?"). People often respond to it (and get ghosted) or they just show up trying to figure out who it is behind the account but he's already long gone.

Until one day he posts a picture of the ferris wheel and says "yo who else at the fucking fun fair". Not even five minutes later his phone pings because someone has responded to his story. He's about to ignore it, but then he sees who it's from.

Chrissy🌼 replied to your story

I am lol!

He blinks down at his phone and decides, y'know... what the hell. He's bored and the day that he doesn't lunge at the opportunity to be within ten feet of Chrissy like a dog for scraps is the day he drops dead.

You

Well howdy, Cunningham

(Yeah, because that's cool.)

Chrissy🌼

If you're still near the ferris wheel come over to the popcorn stand

I um

I got stood up so I have an extra

Oh and don't worry I'll keep your identity a secret 🤫

Eddie's never looked up so fast in his life. As soon as he finds the popcorn stand he makes a beeline for it, keeping an eye out for Chrissy.

He's thinking of something suave to say when he finds her, but she beats him to it. As soon as she sees him she waves and holds out a little paper bag of popcorn. "Hello, Mr. Hawkins Official."

Eddie takes the popcorn and looks away grinning. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Chrissy hums like okay, sure and smiles into her drink.

He was gonna play coy but she's just so cute that he can't help it. "How'd you know?"

Chrissy does this like. Full body wiggle that just screams see, I was right! "You posted a picture at Benny's a few weeks ago and I could see your reflection in the window," she whispers conspiratorially.

Eddie clicks his tongue. "Damn. I thought I was being pretty covert."

She shrugs. "I don't think anyone else has caught on yet. They don't wanna believe it's you."

"True," he laughs. "So...you got stood up, huh?"

Chrissy nods. "Big surprise, right?"

Eddie snorts. "Well, then. As the official representative of the town of Hawkins, Indiana, would you grant me the opportunity to show you around one of our finest attractions?" He sweeps an arm out dramatically at the fair before offering her his hand.

For a second he thinks she's going to turn him down, but right before he can drop his hand she takes it, grins, and says "Only if you promise to take my picture at the top of the ferris wheel."

"Deal."

(He does, but that picture doesn't go on hawkins--official. It goes on his personal story, along with a matching post of him on Chrissy's.)

[primrosechronicles]

"So.. how'd you two meet?"

Heartsteel!K'sante x reader

Summary: Your boyfriend K’sante, was a part of the boy band Heartsteel, the boy band that took over the internet in a matter of hours and had stolen the hearts of many girls and boys around the world. Both of you are currently in a devoted and affectionate relationship, and like in any relationship, he expressed a desire for you to meet his friends! More specifically, the other members of Heartsteel.

Warning/s: nothing much, just some drinking.

Word count: 888 (woah angel number)

You and K’sante walk into the place where you all decided to meet at, a nice bar down the street from their studio. In the lively and joyful bar, vibrant multicolored lights swirled and danced across the dimly lit room, casting playful patterns on the walls. The air was filled with the infectious melodies of a live band, their music resonating through the venue, prompting patrons to tap their feet and sway to the rhythm.

Laughter and animated conversations echoed throughout the bar as friends clinked glasses filled with various colorful cocktails and frothy pints of beer. The bartender expertly mixed drinks, occasionally performing dazzling flair moves to the cheers and applause of the crowd.

People of all ages and backgrounds filled the space, sharing stories and forming connections as they celebrated life's moments, both big and small. The overall atmosphere exuded an irresistible sense of camaraderie, making the bar a place where happiness and merriment were in abundance.

The guy who looked like he had a severe case of pink eye, waved his arms and yelled to get K’sante’s attention “Yo meathead! Over here!” Your boyfriend chuckled in response and held your hand to lead you to where you would meet your new friends.

K’sante, visibly proud and enthusiastic, took the initiative to introduce you to the members of the band, who were seated around a long, well-worn wooden table.

Their expressions bathed in the warm, amber glow of the hanging light fixtures, reached out with welcoming gestures and exchanged friendly hellos with you. The close-knit bond among them was evident, and the lively atmosphere of the bar only heightened the feeling of togetherness.

After talking for what felt like hours, the guy who introduced himself as ‘Ezreal’ asked “how'd you two meet?”

You sighed dreamily as you recalled your first meeting with him.

You were on a journey of self improvement, and honestly you were doing pretty good! Well… there was just one thing you couldn't get yourself to do… working out.. You weren't much of a physical person, you preferred to read fanfictions on the couch rather than the feeling of sweat sticking to your clothes. You kept telling yourself ’oh i'll go tomorrow!’ and then you never went. (Procrastination at its finest.)

Until a fateful day, you asked one of your more, physical oriented friends to accompany you to the gym.

In the bustling gym, the air was charged with energy and determination. Rows of cardio machines lined one side of the expansive, well-lit space, with people pounding away on treadmills and elliptical trainers, their faces glistening with sweat as they pushed their limits.

The weightlifting area was a symphony of clinking metal, grunts, and focused concentration. Athletes of all levels hoisted heavy barbells, their muscles straining under the effort, while others fine-tuned their form with dumbbells and resistance machines. Mirrors on the walls reflected the dedication etched on their faces as they sought to sculpt their bodies.

In one corner, an enthusiastic group engaged in a high-intensity fitness class, following the trainer's lead with precision. The beat of heart-pounding music filled the room as participants jumped, squatted, and lunged in unison.

Around the gym, trainers offered guidance and motivation to their clients, providing support and advice. Water bottles, towels, and gym bags were scattered throughout, a testament to the hard work and commitment of those striving for better health and fitness.

The atmosphere was one of resilience and determination, where individuals of all backgrounds came together with a shared goal: to push their physical boundaries and pursue a healthier, stronger version of themselves, you wanted to be like that too! And if you wanted to be like that, then you must put in the work!

You pulled up your workout routine, and it said that you had to do ‘pull ups’ whatever that meant.. After googling how to do it you reached up and.. Wait.. YOU CANT EVEN REACH THE BAR!

You jumped, your hands trying to clutch onto the pull up bar, but then.. You felt a tap on your shoulder.

You turn around and you are met with the most glorious sight. A very handsome, dark-skinned sweaty, beefy man, He exudes confidence and a friendly demeanor.

With a charming smile, he offers his assistance, understanding your hesitation. He places his strong hand on your back, providing support as he guides you toward the pull-up bars. His touch is reassuring, and you can feel the warmth of his encouragement.

With a nod and a few words of encouragement, he helps you grab onto the bar, ensuring your grip is secure. As you begin your pull-ups, his presence and assistance give you the extra boost of confidence you need to tackle the exercise. You can't help but appreciate the combination of his physical strength and the kind support he's offered, making your workout a more enjoyable and motivating experience.

“In short… he was basically my motivation to go to the gym 3 days a week..” You said smiling.

“I’m flattered my love!” K’sante’s boisterous laugh had infected the others.

As the evening unfolded, everyone shared stories and laughter, marking the beginning of a new connection between K’sante's two worlds: his beloved band and his partner, you. It was a heartwarming moment, where music, friendship, and love converged in the heart of the bar.

A/N: RAHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO RUSHED!!! STAN K'SANTE SATN HEARTSTEEL!!

[masonxmahir]

for: open!! @lunarcovestarters CLOSED! please don't reply

‘Goood Afternoonnn Lunar Cove! You're listening to the M'n'M show on the finest airwaves this side of the mirage. You know I’m the Siren chilling in the studio while our lovely Sound is out amongst you all today! Mason, my dude, what's cracking, bless us with the sound of the day!’ 

Option 1

location: pier pressure

It was supposed to be the assigned sound of the day, but what echoes through the airwaves was a whine. "Noooo." Dragged to the point till it became nothing but a high-pitched indistinguishable noise, followed immediately by the ding of an arcade machine. "The sound of the day is defeat and that to by Skittles. You heard right, Skittles. Devastating honestly." There were only a few games he bragged being good at; Space Invaders being the one of them, but what a sight to behold when he arrived on this fine afternoon to see their high score beat. He had a show to do, he knew, and this is where multitasking kicked in, "Dear listeners, why did I do to deserve this? Have I ever hurt a soul? ...." he paused abruptly, "Actually don't answer that. But! I'm gonna have a super villain origin story if this skittles person doesn't come forward and have a rematch!" At that moment someone walked by, narrowing their eyes Mason rushed to meet them, "Yo! Are you Skittles?"

Option 2

location: anywhere

Skateboard under feet and a microphone in hand, Mason took to the streets of Lunar Cove, zig-zagging through people and places looking for a good crowd where he could kick the show off. What started off as a trail and to add something new to their shows, became a standard practice at this point and really, he liked the variation a lot, to be out of the studio was nice. "What's up my dude!" he spoke into the mic, "The sound of the day today is would you believe it, is an egg cracking!" Mason did their best to mimic that sound, "But speaking on eggs, have you ever wondered what came first the chicken on the egg? Riddles are wild man, and I'm on the hunt for the most mind-boggling ones....oh I see someone!" Mason waved to make their presence known and rolled beside as they walked, "Hey hey, what's hanging! You're on air!" he announced and held out the microphone, "Congrats! Now, question, have you got any riddles you'd like to share? Points for the most mind-boggling!"

[fivelakesinwriting]

Out of Character (Rafe Cameron) Part 2

Warnings: SMUT, Brief talk of drug use.

Authors Note: I posted this on my mobile, so I'm sorry this is sooo bulky on your timeline. I hope you all enjoy.

Days later, the events of The Red Night had been forgotten by most - with the exception of JJ Maybank and Topper Thornton.

Gemma and Rafe had moved on, and Topper despised it. He had wanted to make a move on Gemma that night. Frankly he thought after Rafe had almost put JJ Maybank in a watery grave that the tale of Gemma Mercer and Rafe Cameron would be done. Apparently she just liked him more.

Topper sat at a table at the country club after a round of golf with Kelce, and Rafe. They chose a table , obviously, in Gemma's section and waited.

"Hey, boys." She smiled as she walked up, leaning her body into Rafe.

"Hey, baby. Wanna get us a round?" Rafe smirked as he squeezed her backside unapologetically.

Topper ran his tongue over his teeth, his unconscious tick when he was uncomfortable. And he was very uncomfortable as he watched Rafe's fingertips reach up Gemma's shorts for her thighs.

Topper, that tickles. Stop. You're covered in cu -

Topper stood up from his spot at the table and knocked over his chair. He announced he was going to the bathroom and stormed off. He waved behind him as Gemma asked what kind of beer he wanted.

I don't fucking care.

Topper rushed into the one person bathroom and locked himself inside. He let out a shaky breath as he tried to gather himself. He had not realized the consequences of his actions, the severity of the hand he had been dealt.

Topper had not been honest with Rafe when he told him nothing had happened with Gemma on The Red Night. A pretty girl in a red dress who is full of vodka, and a Kook on coke with heartbreak don't mix.

Topper helped a drunk Gemma into his empty house, and watched as she kicked off her shoes. He tried not to noticed as her dress hiked up her thighs almost to her hips.

No panties. Fuck.

"C'mon, Gemma. This way." Topper laughed softly as he led her towards the spare room. He held her shoulders , guiding her safely to the bed.

"Goodnight, Gemma." Topper stated softly as he turned away while she crawled into bed. Her backside in full display to him. All the times Rafe bragged about sinking his teeth into it made him suddenly jealous.

"Wait. Topper?" She asked softly from the middle of the California King.

"Yeah?" He asked while he looked at his feet, unable to look at the drunk girl.

"Do you have any clothes I could sleep in? I kind of thought I would be with Rafe tonight." She smiled softly as she pushed her hair out of her face.

Topper nodded before he went to his room to grab a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt. When he came back into the room Gemma had gotten out of bed and stripped out of the dress to reveal nothing but her tanned body.

"What are you doing?" Topper stammered as he looked his best friend's girl up and down relentlessly. He didn't care anymore. If she was going to be naked in his house then he was going to look.

"Getting ready for bed, Silly." She smiled as she reached for the clothes he clutched in his fist.

"No. With me." He rasped out as his eyes moved from the tanlines on her feet , hips and the lack of lines across her chest.

"I'm not doing anything." Gemma replied as she looked up at him.

"You are, and it isn't fair . This what you're doing right now is fucked up. Because you think I won't don't anything about it because you're Rafe Cameron's girl. But fuck that." Topper spat as he tossed the clothes on the bed and closed the gap between them.

He placed a hand on her soft backside while the other entangled itself in her hair. He pressed himself against the naked girl and kissed her firmly, his tongue in her mouth immediately. He didn't give a fuck, especially not when she moaned into his mouth.

"You're in trouble, Topper Thornton." She panted when he let her breathe. Her hands pressed against his chest and she rubbed her naked hips against his golf shorts.

"Yeah, I am." Topper replied as he nudged her nose with his as he backed her up to the bed. He pushed her on to her back, biting on his bottom lip as she bounced on the bed.

"What are you going to do, Topper?" She asked as she bent her knees and held her thighs together.

"Kinda feel like devouring you. Kinda feel like making you beg. " Topper replied as he pulled off his shirt then spread her legs.

"Topper." She blushed as she tried to close her thighs again.

"Don't. I get to hear about how fucking good you taste, now it's my turn for a sample." Topper stated as he pressed her knees down on either side of the bed and looked down at her completely exposed to him.

"Topper." His name was like her only reaction now. Topper knelt at the foot of his bed as he pulled her closer to the edge. Her skin so soft while he tossed her thighs over his shoulder.

He didn't start slow. He attached his lips to her clit and gave a harsh suck that made her cry out. She grabbed at his hair and pushed her hips up into his face.

"Be fucking good." Topper grunted as he grabbed her hips with both hands and pushed them down onto the bed. He realized mid - action that he shouldn't be so rough. He could've left bruises on another man's girlfriend as he devoured her...

"Fuck, Topper!" She gasped as her hips writhed in his hands.

"You taste so fucking sweet." Topper slurred between her legs as he ever so briefly added his fingers to her centre. The pads of his fingers brushed against her soaked core, making her cry out for him, before he softly pressed them to her thigh.

"Topper. I think...please, don't.." Gemma gasped out as she pulled at his hair.

Topper nodded, then grunted in response. He gripped at her thighs to keep her close as he tongue swiped over her clit and brought her to the edge. For the first time in a long time he was happy he was home by himself. The scream that left this tiny girl was almost alien.

"Did I break you?" Topper asked as he placed messy kisses on her thigh.

"That tickles, Topper. Stop! You're covered in cum." She giggled as she gently pushed his face away.

"You don't like it?" Topper asked as he pulled his face up from between her legs, so he could lean down and kiss her lips.

"I like it a lot." She replied as she reached for his belt and ripped it through the loops of his shorts.

Topper's head was spinning. He wasn't sure how had quickly gotten into his position - literally - but he didn't want to stop. He now understood why Rafe didn't shut the fuck about her, and was incessant about their sex life. And all Topper had done was put his tongue on her .

"Come here, pretty girl." Topper grunted as he rolled onto his back and pulled her with him. He positioned the girl on top of his lap.

Just as Topper was about to lower Gemma onto his manhood. His breath held in his throat, he heard the screech of tires on the gravel out front.

"That's..fuck. That's Rafe." Topper groaned as she took the lead and sunk down onto him.

"Nooo, Silly. It's not." She cooed as she started to shift her hips. Topper groaned and his head rolled back at her tight heat.

"You feel so fucking good." Topper rasped out, his hands gripped at the flesh of her backside.

It was the long honk of the his horn that startled her. She squeezed her muscles around him as the horn went off and Topper growled like a trapped animal.

"You fucking bitch." Topper grunted as he thrust up into her. His hips became rabid as he thrust up into her over and over again.

Topper pulled out as he came, the feeling of her own orgasm too much for him to handle. Topper shivered as he laid on his back for a moment, Rafe's horn the background sound to their infidelity.

"I'm going to go calm him down." Topper stated softly as he put himself back in his pants and slid out from under her.

"Was I that bad?" She asked softly as Topper made his way to the door.

Topper's heart skipped a beat, while his cock jumped. Had she not been there for any of that?

"No. You were incredible, Silly." Topper smiled softly back at her before he quickly walked out of the house.

Topper would never tell her she was the best he had ever had in his young life. That after she left he couldn't get her out of his head. Her taste off his tongue, or her screams out of his ears.

He wanted more.

..

Topper stood in the bathroom at the country club and splashed  cold water on his face to try and calm down. He was not thinking about his best friend's girlfriend. And he was definitely not thinking about her on her back, with her thighs over his shoulders while his face was buried between them. He wasn't thinking about how tight and warm she was, or the way her hips rotated to get all of him.

No. He wasn't.

"Yo. Topper. You alright, man?" Came Rafe's voice and a heavy knock on the other side of the door.

"Be right out."

Topper opened the door to reveal Rafe with his hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face.

"What? You doing bumps without me in here?" Rafe grinned as he looked around as if to spot the white powder.

Topper scoffed as he led the two of them back to their table. Gemma had served them all drinks and was running around taking orders for a large party that had just finished golfing.

"So, you and Gemma make up after the other night?" Topper asked after a generous sip of beer.

"Yeah, we did." Rafe smirked as he lowered his sunglasses onto his eyes. As if they would block him from ogling his girlfriend in plain sight.

"That's good." Kelce replied as he texted on his phone, probably another conquest.

"Well, that pussy is just the finest quality bro." Rafe smirked as he watched Gemma walk across the terrace.

Topper clenched his fists as he stood up from his chair again. He glared at Rafe before he stalked off towards the bar where Gemma stood waiting for the glasses to be filled.

"Hi, Topper." She smiled at him, as if she hadn't rode him within an inch of his life four days ago.

"Can I talk to you?" Topper asked, his eyes darted from her to Rafe.

"Sure." She nodded as she slid her tray to a fellow server and walked off with Topper.

"So you and Rafe made up?" Topper asked as they stood away from Gemma's section, away from Rafe.

Gemma scoffed as she shielded her eyes from the sun. "I mean, yeah. We're together."

"And the other night with us meant nothing to you?" Topper whispered, careful of who could hear. The Outer Banks were small, everyone knew everyone. And their business.

"I didn't say that, Topper." She replied with a roll of her eyes.

She infuriated him. It was as if that night meant nothing to her. As if he had not pulled her from the crossfire of Rafe and JJ only to have her put him between her and Rafe.

"Exactly. You haven't said anything, Gemma. He picked you up literally as I was inside of you, he took you home. Probably fucked you, and then it's all good. It's fine. Because he's Rafe Cameron." Topper scowled as he looked her up and down, doing his best not to remember what she looked like naked and on the brink of orgasm.

"Fuck you, Topper. You're putting your anger at Sarah for shacking up with Routledge on me. And it's not okay. We hooked up, it was fun. Get over it." Gemma spat at him, her neatly manicured finger pressed into his toned chest.

"Yeah, it was fucking fun. But I think it was more than fun for you, Gemma. I think you needed me Saturday night." Topper hissed as he grabbed her wrist to pull her hand away.

"Needed you?" She replied with a glare, as she fought his grip.

"Yeah. You needed me. I took care of you when he was MIA on the fucking beach, made you come. Twice! And I have a sneaking suspicion he doesn't make you feel as good as you think he does in bed." Topper replied as they fought. He ended up with her pinned against the stucco wall as he held her arms over her chest.

"How dare you.."

"You asked me if you were bad in bed. And I don't fucking understand that. I haven't for days. Not when you look like that. Move your hips like you did, or your pussy tastes like.."

"Stop." She whispered as she avoided his intense eyes. His compliments embarrassed her.

"He doesn't say shit like that to you, does he?" Topper asked softly as he released his grip on her wrists.

"Not always. He's different when we are alone." She replied with a soft sniffle before she looked back up at Topper.

"Listen, I'm not...I'm not trying to put all my anger or whatever about Sarah onto you. Honestly I would rather focus that anger on Routledge. I just wanted you to know that I can't stop thinking about you. And that you weren't bad in bed. Quite frankly, you were the best I've had." Topper replied as he placed one had beside her head, while the other rubbed the back of his neck.

"Of who? Me and Sarah Cameron?" Gemma teased.

"Fuck you. I've had sex with plenty of other girls." Topper laughed softly as he looked at their feet.

"I'm sure."

"If I hadn't fucked a lot of girls then how would I have known what I was doing with you?" Topper grinned as he remembered the blissful moments between her legs with her hands buried in his hair.

"Beginner's luck?" Gemma replied as she looked up into his eyes.

Gemma didn't want to admit that she had enjoyed her time with Topper that night. He had made her feel incredibly good. She has not intended on sleeping with him that night, but it happened. She would be lying if she said she didn't think about him, too. The way he gripped at her hips as he devoured her, how his hips had a mind of their own once she had unintentionally squeezed her muscles around him.

The sounds he made.

It made her excited, and a little wet just thinking about how he roared as he came all over her thighs. How he slurred his speech into her core like he was drunk on her.

"Luckiest beginner of all time to make a pretty girl like you come that hard." Topper replied under his breath as he watched a sous chef walk by for a smoke break. Everyone knew who Gemma Mercer was, and that she was Rafe Cameron's arm candy.

"Guess next time you'll have to try harder. See what happens." She stated as she looked at him through his eyelashes.

"Don't fucking play with me, Gemma." Topper growled as he watched her shift her weight from one foot to the other.

"I should get back to my section before Melody takes all my tips." Gemma replied as she pushed her body off the wall.

"Come over tonight." Topper blurted out before he could catch himself.

"You want me to come over tonight?" Gemma repeated.

"Yes. Come over tonight. I'll make you dinner, we can raid my parent's wine cellar. We don't have to have sex, if you don't want to. I mean, I would really like to. But if you don't want to, I would be really happy with just having dinner with you."

"You're asking me on a date?" Gemma asked as she looked the boy up and down. She had never had a boy make her dinner.

"Yeah, I guess so. I mean, I know that Rafe is technically your boyfriend and all, but I think you deserve better and.." Topper was cut off by Gemma grabbing his face and pressing her lips to his firmly.

"I'll be there at 7." She replied once she let him breathe. She quickly scurried back up the stairs to tend to her section.

Topper licked his lips, unaware Rafe Cameron had watched the whole scene.

[sunflowersseemhappy]

The Arcana | Little Romantic Gestures Headcannons

Asra

A lot of Asra’s little romantic gestures are aimed at getting you to smile, he spent so long watching you struggle after he brought you back that all he wants is to see you happy.

Ever since he started travelling Asra has always brought souvenirs from his trips. Things he thinks you’ll like. Although he knows you so well that what he brings you never fails to make you happy at how thoughtful he is. It’s only after the whole ‘saving the world thing’ that you realise this was a gesture of his affection for you all those years.

Tied in with bringing you souvenirs Asra loves to spoil you every once in a while with a outfit tailored to you. Clothes that make you look stunning in the most modest of ways, leading to everyone else complimenting you. Asra has a critical eye when it comes to fashion and making the love of his life look good.

His goofiest gesture is probably making heart shaped foods for you, this only began after his confession of love (before then he made little animals and flowers from the food he gave you). Its an intricate process, but Asra definitely has the patience.

Once every-so-often Asra will ask if you want to bathe together, there is generally no other reason than he wants to pamper you/feel you close to him. Asra will draw a bath and cradle you in the water, and you’ll both just talk and give each other soft kisses.

When the night is waning and the candles burn low Asra will ask to cuddle in close with yo u and puts his head against your chest listening to the beating of your heart. He doesn’t consider it his anymore, he gave it to you, therefore it is yours. But he hopes the connection between your hearts will always be this strong.

Julian

Julian can be a little distracted when if comes to romantic gestures, big ones get lost in his planning for them. The little romantic gestures Julian gives you have no plans, just him and his complete adoration for you.

It’s like clockwork. Julian is awake as soon as the sun rises and quickly brings you morning coffee/tea/or whatever you favourite morning wake up beverage is. It’s simple and maybe you do or don’t notice it, but it’s always fresh, like he knows exactly when you’ll wake up and makes it just before you do. If you manage to catch him after he leaves it on your bedside table you give him a good morning kiss (he deserves it).

If either of you are out and separated from each other for the day Julianhides lovely little notes in your pockets. Poems, quotes, even simple ‘I love you’’s. One is always there, you save each and every one in a box under your bed and look through them while he’s gone. You plan to one day stuff them all in his coat as both a prank and a grand romantic gesture. He has the same idea, so right now it’s a waiting game to see who gets to it first.

He doesn’t necessarily do it on purpose or even in your presence, but Julian absentmindedly sketches little portraits of you in the margins of his books/scrolls/whatever paper is on hand. He’s committed you to memory and when he realises Julian gets flustered, is it weird that he just does that? After you discover a whole sketchbook of you, you pretend not to know even though you secretly love it. He can show you when he’s ready.

If he’s drunk or sober Julian will shamelessly flirt with you when he knows you need some love. He loves it when you do so back. Most of it is PG, but if you want him to Julian will most certainly compliment you on your finest assets *wink, wink*.  

Anywhere and anytime Julian will just stop, look into your eyes, smile and honestly tell you how much he loves you. It’s probably the most beautiful gesture of love you can think of, its just that pure. 

 Nadia

The moments spent with Nadia would usually be considered mundane to most, but that’s what makes them so pleasant. As a countess and former princess, Nadia doesn’t usually get to enjoy ‘normal’ so the moments spent with you are the best sense of normality that she can get.

Nadia is such a busy bee that by the time you wake up she’s off doing her morning duties, so she (like Julian) leaves you little love notes, usually accompanied by breakfast. The notes are always written in her hand, on scented paper and laid with a beautiful flower. On more than a few occasions her notes have made up mini scavenger hunts, just to keep you on your feet and lead you to where she is in the castle at a later time.

If she can avoid morning duties Nadia will spend time helping you with hair and makeup, she likes making you feel beautiful/handsome/gorgeous and just looking at your face brings a smile to her lips. Her skills always seem to make you look better and you wonder how she’s so good at it.

As anyone would Nadia finds your magical abilities fascinating and loves to watch you work on spells and the like, she also asks about things genuinely interested in what you are doing and how you do it. She thinks possessing such a skill as magic is like an extension of you yourself and she loves all of you (therefore she loves your magic). Given the chance Nadia could watch you work all day, alas palace duties call but she always asks you later in the day how that spell you had been working on went. 

Nadia is forever inviting you on long walks through the palace grounds at the end of her day. There’s nothing more relaxing than walking though the palace grounds and just talking about each other’s days. She’ll always let you talk about your day first, no matter how dull it may have been. She likes to find things out, figure out ways to entertain you while she is busy and plan out activities the two of you can try out together. She also just really likes listening to you, she’s had people talking AT her all day. It’s a nice change of pace to actually have a person to talk to about everything.

Tied in with doing your hair Nadia can’t help but play with your hair,she only usually does it in the privacy of your room but when she does you’re on cloud nine. Something about her hands trailing though your hair is so soothing that it sends you to sleep, which isn’t a problem in itself. The problem is; you fall asleep on her, and Nadia hates waking you up. So she just lies there and accepts her fate with a smile. 

 Muriel

Muriel doesn’t necessarily realise he’s making his little romantic gestures, to him they just feel like a normal part of his day but he’s glad to do them. They make him feel close to you and make him more comfortable with being in a relationship.

Muriel can cook, but he’s spent so long making meals that just state his hunger he forgot food could taste good. Since living with you and learning about you Muriel has discovered he quite likes making your favourite meals, not only because they are tasty but it’s nice seeing the smile on your face when you realise he made the meal just for you. Also you seem to like his way of making your favourites rather than your own.

It’s normal for Muriel to do his own chores around and out of the hut, and although you usually tell him to leave your own messes for you to clean up later Muriel can’t help but get itchy fingers. Doing your chores for you, he thinks he might as well, what’s more he wants to. You’re so busy running the shop, buying nice things for him and just making his life brighter, its only fair to lighten the load.

Even Muriel knows people like flowers, and what’s more you give flowers to the people you love. So Muriel finds flowers everyday and gives them to you, it might just be a single rose or a bundle of forget-me-nott’s but each flower he picks out is carefully chosen and perfect. It took him some time but Muriel soon figured out the perfect combinations of flowers to give to you, sometimes they say things better than he can.

Being the big shy boi he is Muriel remains pretty quiet when the two of you are out and about among other people. Even among your friends he can get pretty uncomfortable when trying to love and dote on you, therefore it’s not uncommon for Muriel to pull you aside to compliment you. It’s easier getting words out when it’s just the two of you and he wants you to know that he does notice things. Like how shiny your hair looks and how well your clothes suit you, it’s not just physical things either. He might mention how kind you are after helping a lost child find their parents or that he just really likes being with you. 

Once he’s gotten used to them being enveloped in a Muriel hug is probably always a great feeling.You don’t actually notice at first but he holds you in that embrace for a little longer than a normal hug (especially when you’re leaving to go on an errand, etc...), when your arms loosen his own take a little longer to do so. He gives you a gentle squeeze and sighs in his head, he wants to hold you longer. Forever, maybe. He’s too afraid to ask though, but when you finally do notice his hesitance and think back on all the times he was the last to let go, it clicks. You can be late opening the shop, as long as Muriel knows that you love him as much as he does you. You both hug each other a little longer. 

 Portia

Portia romantic gestures almost make it seem as if you are married already, her little gestures are comforting and you’re always aware she does them because she always states; ‘I’m doing this because I love you!’ She needs to make sure you know because she loves love, and loves you.

A good meal never goes amiss when it’s with Portia, you know how a lot of people leave the best thing on their plate till last? That’s what Portia does. However she always offers the last bite of her food to you, even if you’re eating the same meal. If you’re in the same room, eating at the same time Portia will lift her fork to your mouth and offer it to you. It’s usually quite funny because she kids around, making silly noises as she puts in your mouth or teasing you by holding it just out of reach.She’s a good cook, Portia’s peach cakes are to die for. 

She’s aware of how much you like her cooking, so when you’re off to work in the shop for the day she will pack you a hearty lunch and send you on your way with a kiss on the cheek. She want’s to make sure you have a balanced meal ready for you when you need it, it helps that she makes it because it’s irresistible! The first time you made a packed lunch for her (because damn this girl works hard, and how does she make the time?) she burst out crying saying how happy she was that you loved her enough to make her lunch. You figured out that that was one of Portia’s romantic gestures that day, now you make packed lunches together. 

Days off with Portia are full of sunshine and relaxation, most of which is spent in her veracious garden tending to the plants and chatting away about your week so far. It’s a peaceful pastime, when the sun is highest in the sky and it becomes too hot to work you and Portia take up residence beneath the maple tree she has growing on the fringes of the garden. There the two of you lay back and feed each other berries/fruit/veg from garden, there’s always something ripe and fresh that tastes like sunshine and rain. It’s got to the point where it’s become a part of your day, where Portia and you just flirt and kiss and enjoy the mundane parts of your lives. It’s her favourite thing to do.

She wouldn’t be Julian’s sister if Portia wasn’t a shameless flirt, she’ll do it anytime, anywhere and in front of anyone. She gets a certain kick out of seeing your cheeks redden, but she’s careful to keep it at a comfortable level for the situation. You wouldn’t think a simple ‘I love you’ could sound so... flirtatious but Portia may just be better at this than her brother.

Even Portia doesn’t realise she’s rubbing your back for no reason until she’s actually doing it. It’s not always a situational thing, but it often happens when your uncomfortable/scared, or when you’re relaxing. It makes the both of you feel better, you’re both together standing by each others side and figuring things out together. She’s glad the two of you can be there together, but she’s still not sure why she does it. After mentioning it to Julian, he says something about how their mother used to do it to the two of them when they were upset. Their mother had always whispered ‘I love you’ as she did so, Portia figured out it was her subconscious way of saying ‘I love you’. It was a strange time when you did it back, because for a moment she felt like she had her mother back. For a moment you made her feel complete. 

Lucio

Lucio’s extravagant, and so are his ‘little’ romantic gestures (it scares you to think what his big romantic gestures must look like). But whatever he does it’s with good intentions that become skewered when he goes over the top. You’re his king/queen, he intends to treat you as such.

One day Lucio, left alone as you tend the shop, thinks back to your conversation about favourite meals. He remembers you saying about a dish you loved but could never find a certain ingredient, so a scheme forms in the back of his mind. How better to express his love for his dearest by making their favourite meal. He debates getting the servants to make it, but... When you come back Lucio is nowhere to be found, you search everywhere and almost pass by the kitchens. There are audible crashes and some swearing, when you step in you find Lucio covered in flour. He’s very embarrassed, but explains that he found the ingredients and wanted to make it himself. He got confused and ended up making a mess instead, you can’t laugh because it’s almost too sweet that he tried. The next day you spend together is teaching Lucio to cook the dish and enjoying the fruits of your labour.

Lucio just so happens to like your face a lot, so he brings in an artist and commissions a portrait of you you. Only problem is he want’s it to be a surprise, but the artist can only paint what he can see and you’re not there. The end result is a culmination of his terribly drawn doodles and the vague descriptions he gave the artist. You’re horrified when you find it in your room. Lucio instantly throws it out and begs you to pose for the artist this time, he just wanted a really nice portrait of you so that even when you’re gone he can see your beautiful face. You insist that he poses with you and you get a much better portrait of you and Lucio.

You often humour Lucio while listening to his stories time and again, and he’s kind of aware that he’s probably told you a story before. He does about 90% of the talking in this relationship, but when you tell him stories he hangs on every word. While you let him ramble non-stop Lucio is always politely asking you to elaborate on things because he wants to hear more! No matter what Lucio has never once told you that he’s 'heard that story before'.He’d be fine with you saying it to him, but he could never do so to you. All he wants is to hang on your every word and see your face shift into different expressions, happiness, sadness, excitement and disgust. He wants to see it all because knowing every part of you as a person makes him happy and love you all the more.

Lucio believes the most romantic thing ever is people dancing together (at a point he thought it was fighting together, but the two are close enough), the way he saw people at his masquerades dance together made him long for the perfect partner. Although Nadia was always a good dancer it never felt natural with her, when you came along he found his true partner. There have since been many times where he has led you into and impromptu slow dance. No matter when, where or who is present, its like a natural part of your lives, Lucio loves it. Twirling and dipping you and making you feel like the centre of the solar system, because to him he is just a planet and you are his radiant sun.

I had a lot of fun writing this, but what I really want is you lovely people to send in requests to my ask box! Don’t be shy, I accept any type of request (fluff, angst, smut, etc...) for any of the main six. Anonymous is on, but if you’d like to request with your handle that would be great!

Lots of love! XOXO 

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I Luv Your Girl (Erik Killmonger x Reader)

“Your Girl chose me, Don't be mad.

Kelly told y'all don't bring 'em in the club,

The way she rock that, got the boy in love,

And I pray that y'all ain't serious, cause seriously shes on my dick.” - The Dream

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Tory Lanez’s “Broke in a Minute” emerged from Erik’s Audi R8’s speakers as he drove to the club with 3 of his boys in the car. They’ve been talking about this club for the longest and have been bugging Erik to come with them. Erik finally took a break from his work and decided to come to the club with them.

I ain't been broke in a minute, don't get offended

Tore off the bow in a Bentley, fucking your ho in her kidney

Fuck up the city, I do not dance, I jiggy

Gun is tucked under this Fendi

I like it, I spend it, I just came right out the jeweler

The ice on my neck, and my wrist, and my fist, I ain't finished

Once Erik pulled up to the nightclub, he put his luxury vehicle in park and glanced at the sign on the front of the club.

Envy.

‘Interesting name’ he thought to himself. ‘Shit could be fun’

His boy Jason broke him out of his thoughts by shaking his shoulders from the backseat.

“Oh shitttttt! We here! I’m telling you, my nigga, this club is lit!”

“They got the finest bitches in here.” Another one named Trey who was sitting next to Jason, added.

“You won’t regret this shit, my nigga.” The one in the passenger seat next to him, Sean concluded.

Erik glanced at all of them. “I better not or y’all niggas paying me gas money.”

The men guffawed at Erik’s statement as they exited the vehicle but Erik was as serious as a heart attack. He was fine with the usual club they went to that was closer to his house and not in another city. Unlike his friends, Erik wasn’t hitting the club, desperate to find a woman to take home. He came to have fun and if a shorty caught his eye, he might fuck her in an alley or his car. He avoided taking girls home since that crazy one-night stand that wouldn’t leave that one time.

Erik shuddered at the memory. That was another reason he didn’t go to the club looking for women. Because 95% of the women in there are crazy, horny bitches and he didn’t have the time to deal with that.

Once they got inside, Erik could see his friends weren’t lying. The club was pretty live. Intoxicated and sober people dancing, drinking and having a good time. It was too soon to tell if this club was going to be a waste of time or not. The friends separated and Erik went to the bar to order a drink. He noticed a group of girls staring at him, barely being discreet and whispering amongst themselves. Someone in the group liked him but was too shy to come up to him. Erik scoffed to himself.

He hated it when women never shoot their shot. They expected him to do it all the time. The worst he could say was no. Just come up and ask. Erik knew he was looking handsome with his red v neck t-shirt, black jeans, and Bred 1s on his feet. To top it off, he was wearing gold jewelry which consisted of his gold studs, gold chain, and gold Rolex to match the gold canines in his mouth. He leaned against the bar with his drink in his hand and surveyed the area. That’s when his eyes fell on you.

A beautiful black woman with her natural hair styled in a top knot bun. You were dressed in a sexy red 2 piece bandage spaghetti body con dress. The color complimented your skin tone. You wore it with gold heels. You were matching with him and didn’t even know each other. Erik didn’t think too much into it because 1. You weren’t the only one in this club wearing red and 2. You were sitting on the lap of some man and the way his arm wrapped around your waist, he knew you were taken.

He clicked his tongue. Damn shame. You were the only girl who really caught his eye.

As Erik continued to chill at the bar and downing his drink, he kept getting the stares and looks from beautiful women who couldn’t use their words and considered the stares as them shooting their shots.

“What are you drinking?” Erik heard a woman next to him ask. He turned to see that it was you. Probably getting a drink for your man.

“It’s Henny straight. Your man don’t seem like A Henny drinker. He seems to do light.”

You glanced up at him and he expected you to have an annoyed face but you were amused instead and began to laugh.

“Fuck him. This drink ain’t for him. It’s for me.” You turned to the bartender, leaning over the counter. “Let me get Henny straight.”

Erik raised an eyebrow, observing you as you waited for your drink and once you did, you didn’t babysit it like he did. You drank it all right then and there and he was amazed. Your eyes fell on him and his drink, causing you to giggle.

“Is that one drink your child? Why you babysitting?”

Erik glanced down at his drink and back at you. “I’m DD tonight so I can’t get fucked up.”

“How responsible of you.” You responded in a flirtatious tone, closing the gap between the two of you. Erik was getting turned on. You stuck your hand out.

“I’m Y/N.”

His hand took yours, shaking it. “Erik.”

“Erik.” You repeated his name as if you were trying it out. “I like it. I like how it rolls off my tongue.”

Wow, you were a bold woman and that turned Erik on even more. You weren’t beating around the bush. You were making it clear that you wanted him and it made him want you even more.

“You got a girlfriend or anyone who would be upset that I’m talking to you, Erik?” You questioned brushing a piece of lint of his shoulder. He was astonished now. Who are you?

“Besides those girls over there that have been taking their sweet ass time to talk to me, no. I’m single. I know you’re not.”

You rolled your eyes as Ms. New Booty by Bubba Sparxxx began to play.

“Ooooh that’s my song! I’ll see you later, Erik.” You winked at him, grabbing your second drink and heading to the dance floor. He watched you go and dance and continued to slowly sip his drink. A man tapped Erik on the shoulder and his nostrils were flaring. It was your man. Erik thought he wanted to fight but his anger is mainly directed at you.

“My girl was over here flirting with you?” He inquired, still glaring at you on the dance floor.

Erik was stuck. He was beginning to like you and didn’t want to get you in trouble with your man but on the other hand, if he lied for you, your man was probably not going to believe him. Besides, Erik had better things to do than to get caught between a lovers’ quarrel.

“Nah man. We were just talking about drinks.” He decided to lie so he wasn’t caught in some drama. It’s like the man didn’t hear one word Erik said when he turned to him, clenching his fists.

“You know she’s just doing this shit on purpose? She just flirting with you to piss me off. Don’t take her seriously because I promise you she coming home with me.”

Your boyfriend walked back to his seat and when the song ended, you returned to the bar to chat Erik up some more. You two were in a deep, engaging conversation when Erik looked above your head to see your man glaring at you two.

“Ooh this my song! Dance with me, Erik!”

Before he could say anything, you got up from the stool you were sitting on and grinded slowly against his crotch as he held your waist going along with the rhythm. You turned around, rubbing your pelvis against him and he felt the blood rushing to a certain area of his body.

“Whine slow for me, Tic-Tock for me, Baby you drop it like that.” You sang along as you continued wining with your arms around his neck. Erik looked back to see your man still mugging you guys and put his attention back on you.

“Yo, maybe you should go back to your man. He looking mad as fuck right now.”

“Fuck that nigga.” You replied, still dancing on him.

Erik didn’t stop you. He really liked your ass. Practically loved you. When the song ended, you two returned to the bar where you ordered another drink. Erik could still feel your man burning holes through you two.

“Yo, shorty, your man....you sure you don’t want to go back to him?”

You let out a dry laugh as you stirred your drink. “Didn’t I tell you fuck that nigga?”

“Well that nigga came over here when you were on the dance floor by yourself and said you were just trying to make him jealous. You fine and all, baby girl but I ain’t letting no female use me to make their nigga mad. I’m good on that.” Erik made an effort to leave the bar when you grabbed his wrist, stopping him. You sighed deeply.

“Listen. At first, when I started talking to you, it was to piss him off, I’m not going to lie. I’ve caught this man cheating a couple times before in our relationship and I forgave him each time like a dumbass. Tonight at the club, I caught him flirting with some bitch here and I decided that two can play at that game. I picked the wrong nigga though because once I got to know you, I started to like you and I’m realizing that my relationship with Gerald has died a long time ago. We were just together for convenience at this point.”

Erik began snickering and you had no idea why. “Your nigga’s name is Gerald?”

You joined in on the laugh fest. “Yes! Do you realize how hard that was to moan out? Whenever he asked “whose pussy is this?”, I would just fake a moan. How am I going to confidently say a nigga named Gerald owns this pussy?”

Erik kept chuckling, with his hand sliding up and down your bare thigh. “You’re better off screaming out any other name.”

You smirked deviously. “Would Erik be a better name?”

A smirk grew on his face as well. “Yes it would.”

You leaned in close, pressing your lips against his and he kissed back passionately, holding the back of your neck to suck your bottom lip and your tongue.

You smiled when you broke away from the kiss. “Looks like my birthday is turning out better than I expected.”

“It’s your birthday? Well, I can make it even better if we get out of this club.” He bit his lip, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb.

You pulled back with a force and saw a very angry Gerald right in front of you. His back was towards you and he was facing Erik.

“Nigga, you crossed the line kissing my fucking girl!” He roared clenching his fists, ready to strike.

You pulled him back stepping between them. “I ain’t your girl! Not anymore!”

His glare softened as he looked at you. “What do you mean?”

Erik decided that he was gonna get in the drama. “Your girl chose me, baby boy! You fucked up too many times.”

You pushed Gerald away. “We’re done. Let’s go, Erik.”

Erik saw the pissed expression of Gerald’s face and held his hands up in defense, suppressing a laugh. “Your girl chose me. Don’t be mad. I’ll tell you one thing tho. Imma love her better than you did.”

Gerald took a swing at Erik but Erik dodged in time, causing your ex-boyfriend to spin and fall on the ground. He groaned in pain as everyone stared at him. Erik got in his face, cackling.

“YOU GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT! BY YOURSELF!” He held his stomach, releasing boisterous laughter and calmed down. “Ok being deadass though, I kinda feel bad. But not that bad.”

“Imma....kill...you....nigga.” Gerald groaned while turning to the side.

“Hey this ain’t my fault, playboy. She chose me and you mad as hell at me. But shit, I would be mad too.” Erik glanced at you biting his lip and you smirked in response. He turned back to your ex. “She bad as hell.”

Erik grabbed your hand, leading you out of the club when you two ran into his group of friends he came with.

“What the fuck? Nigga we’ve been here almost every weekend and never picked up a bitch and this nigga E gets one on the first try? Ain’t that some shit?” Sean commented folding his arms as the other two shook their heads.

“Watch your mouth. She ain’t no bitch.” Erik stayed and dapped his boys up. “Aight y’all, be easy. I’m out.”

“Nigga, we came here with you!” Jason exclaimed in disbelief.

“Nigga turns into Mr. Bitches and forgets about his niggas.”

“Damn I forgot.” Erik looked at you. “You cool if I drop these niggas off?”

“Of course. They’re your friends.”

“Damn I like her already!” The 3 boys left the club with you and Erik. Once Erik dropped them off, he looked at you expectedly.

“So what you wanna do, birthday girl?”

“I don’t know. What do you have in mind?” There was a hint of lust in your eyes, causing him to pull you in another kiss.

“So How about I take you back to my house and celebrate your birthday right?”

“I would love that.”

And that night was the best birthday for you and the best club experience for Erik.

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Wishing on a Star(fish)

Based on the @csprompter prompt | here | that says: Runaway Royalty AU Prompt: In NO way does Prince Killian want to deal with his kingdom or be forced into an arranged marriage. So instead, he chooses to spend the day sailing and debates if he should just disappear over the horizon. Unfortunately, a storm makes the decision for him and blows him off course into unknown waters. When he comes to, he finds he’s being robbed by a mermaid.

~~ 5,700 words; rated T (some language)

Shoutout to @wellhellotragic and @captainsjedi for coaxing me into writing this. I don’t think I’ve written something this quickly in weeks, so obviously I couldn’t hold onto it since I have no self control ❤️

-/-

Bloody hell.

Bloody buggering hell.

Bloody fucking hell.

Every damn iteration of “bloody hell” that Killian can think of runs a course through his mind as he slams a metal gate shut behind him while he’s leaving the castle. The loud clanging doesn’t do much to cover the fact that he’s leaving castle grounds and wandering down to the docks, but he very much doubts that anyone actually cares what he’s doing right now as long as he’s not getting blackout drunk in front of dukes and duchesses or lords and ladies who are here to be impressed by the glamour of gold-lined drapes and cutlery made of the finest silver in all of the seven Northern Kingdoms, possibly even in all of the Southern Kingdoms.

This week has been a show, a way to display pretty and rare things that no one in the village his parents rule could afford, and as much as he’s known that it was coming, he’s dreaded this week in May. Not one for some of the more proper aspects of being royal, he’s tended to avoid these types of functions and balls as much as possible. Liam is the heir, the one who is expected to rule the kingdom and produce heirs of his own with Elsa, and the two of them have been the ones to schmooze with the aristocratic society of Okeanos while he spent his time running off with barmaids at the taverns he frequented while serving in His Majesty’s Royal Navy.

Captain Killian Jones, his Royal Highness of Okeanos.

It’s almost laughable to him that he has that title. He’s not yet entering his twenty-eighth year, and he was made Captain before he even stepped foot on the Jewel of the Realm for the first time eight years ago. The perks of having his father be the King and being fed up with his second son not doing anything with his life.

But his years spent in the Navy, at least in a more active role when they were warring with the kingdom of Aurum, were some of the best years of his life. It gave him a sense of purpose to be on the crew, to be a part of a team even if he knew most of the crew didn’t respect him as an authority figure, and living with sun melted into his skin and salt in his hair was the first time that Killian ever truly felt alive.

Suddenly, though, the one-year anniversary of Liam’s wedding to Elsa, the combining of their two kingdoms, came around, and Brennan decided that it was time for Killian to be wed. In the most naïve of moments, Killian assumed that maybe he would be able to choose his own bride, that he could possibly convince Milah to come back to him from her village, but that naivety was quickly squashed under an extravagant boot when his father told him that he had already picked Killian’s bride.

Princess Ariel of Atlantica.

She’s a gorgeous woman, vibrant red hair almost as vibrant as her smile, and on any other occasion, he’d walk up to her and ask for her hand for a dance. He is nothing if not a gentleman after all. But Killian has no interest in marrying someone as some kind of alliance, out of some kind of duty. It may be but a foolish wish, but spending his early years listening to the cooks and maids gossip about their husbands as he was eating an extra pastry in the pantry made him believe that marriage was for love, not duty.

As someone who has been in love, who has experienced the highs and lows of fiery passion and deep affection, he cannot imagine being the husband of a woman who very clearly does not want to be his wife.

In fact, she wants to be the wife of another man, something she told him the night their upcoming betrothal was announced, and he knew then and there that there would be no marriage. He’d protested with his father, with his mother too, and they’d shut him down in every aspect. Currently, he’s coming from begging once more not to make him go through with it, to let Ariel marry the man she is in love with, but he’d been told no before the words could even pass through his lips.

So, now, Killian’s letting his anger fuel him as he walks over the rocky path down to the docks, his own personal sail boat tied to the moor at the end. It’s a small thing, his Jolly, but it’s got a cabin below deck that’s large enough for him to sleep and prepare food, and that’s all that he needs whenever he’s sailing. There’s no one around, so he takes the opportunity to quickly run through his tasks and steer the Jolly out into the open waters, the sun beating down on his back and likely tanning the exposed flesh from where he rolled up his shirt sleeves and trousers.

The ocean is the place that calms him, miles and miles of blue water stretched in front of him until it molds into the blue of the sky of the horizon. Resentment for his father festers inside of him as well as resentment for his mother and Liam. They have power with Brennan, have the ability to get him to listen, and yet they didn’t help him get out of a situation like this when they themselves were allowed to marry for love.

Cruelty develops in many forms, but one of the most dangerous is in loved ones not listening when one speaks.

That’s exactly what has happened to him, and if he could sail to the horizon and be one with the ocean or one with a remote island away from the pressures of being a prince, that would be exactly what Killian would do.

If only wishes were granted.

Suddenly, the bright blue sky turns dark, sunlight fading in favor of the white glow of the stars above, and the water beneath Killian begins to swirl, everything happening so quickly that he has no chance to even attempt to change direction, to outrun the magic that he’s being sucked into. He may have been promoted to Captain prematurely, but he’s a hell of a Captain and can outrun anything.

Anything but this.

All he has is a moment to tightly wrap his fingers around the wheel before his vision is going back too.

-/-

“Hello.”

“Hello.”

“Dammit. Wake up.”

Killian moves to open his eyes, but as the first sliver of light hits, his lids shut tightly, blocking out everything so that all he can see his darkness while his head pounds, the blood running through his veins focusing on his temple and killing him. He might as well have spent a night in a tavern carrying around his own bottle of rum and drinking the entire thing for what this feels like.

Fuck.

What has happened?

“Hello,” a soft female voice sounds as he feels fingertips against his ankle, sharp nails poking at his skin. “I know you’re awake now.”

Slowly, he opens his eyes, lifting his arm to block the sun while he takes in his surroundings. His back is resting against damp sand, his feet cool and submerged in water, and he can smell enough to know that it’s ocean water.

Is he at home?

No, definitely not at home. The greenery is too tropical, too much like something out of the Southern Isles, and with every blink, memories of a darkened sky and a swirling ocean come back to him. There’s nothing after that, however, and he moves his fingers to pinch against the skin at his forearm just to see if the pinch of flesh can aid him in discovering if he’s living in some kind of afterlife.

The pain is definitely there, but where is he?

“Did you hurt your head?”

His head snaps back to the sound of the woman’s voice in front of him, and when he sees her, he swears that he’s delusional and is definitely halfway into some kind of afterlife.

The woman in front of him is gorgeous. Her skin is fair, much fairer than his, but covered in faint freckles that he imagines become more plentiful the closer one is to her, and she has long, golden hair falling off of her shoulders in thick waves that he knows of many a maiden who would be envious. The hair covers her unbound breasts, pretty pink buds right in his eyeline, and as much as he would like to look, his gaze glances upwards to look into the depths of her emerald eyes instead.

What exactly is happening to him?

“Can you speak?” she prods, her fingers squeezing his ankle once more. “You are definitely old enough to know how to speak, but who am I to say? Some have their voices taken away from them, and I know nothing about you.”

“I- I can speak,” Killian stutters out, his throat achingly dry. “Do you have water?”

The woman arches a blonde brow and splashes water from the ocean with a flick of her hand. “We’re surrounded by it, actually.”

“Well there’s no need to be a ponce about it,” Killian huffs as he digs his elbows into the sand and starts to move backward, realizing that he very well might be in danger here. This woman seems innocent enough, even if she’s dressed a bit indecently, but he can’t be sure. He isn’t sure of much right now. “Who are you? Where am I? Where are your clothes?”

She rolls her eyes, the green disappearing for a moment, before slinking back into the ocean so that she covers herself, only her shoulders and her hair visible to him.

“One question at a time.” She raises a singular finger to prove her point, and her right arm is covered in bracelets and jewels, the metal clanking together noisily. “My name is Emma.”

“Do you have a last name?”

“Swan.”

“Is that your real last name?”

“No,” she smirks, the pink of her lips inviting but he knows temptation and lust when he feels it. There’s too much that he doesn’t know, and his legs don’t feel strong enough to run away. When he pats on his thighs, he realizes that he doesn’t have his dagger either. “But it’s what you can call me. I’ve been told that I’m as graceful as a swan.”

She flicks her hair over her shoulder then, the smile on her lips fading the slightest bit, and he catches the smallest bit of a lie there. He’s always been good at reading others, but she’s confusing him with her façade. He can’t tell what’s underneath it all.

“Alright then, Swan,” Killian says pointedly, “where am I?”

“An island.”

“For fuck’s sake, I knew that,” he groans, getting enough energy to sit up so that he can brush the sand off of his shirt. “Can you give me a little more detail?”

“I don’t know any more detail,” Emma says with a dramatic flourish that he can tell is fake. She seems more the type to enjoy cynicism or being facetious than being dramatic. “It’s an island. There’s no name, and no one lives here. So, I guess you could call it whatever you want. Name it after yourself for all I care.”

His heartbeat picks up, heat prickling over his skin that has nothing to do with the sun shining down on him, and his worries multiply until there’s too many to count. Danger is likely surrounding him, even if Emma claims that no one else lives here, but then again, if no one lives here, how is he supposed to get home?

Where the hell is his ship?

“Do you know where it is? If I were to show you a map, could you tell me where we are? What about the stars? Do they appear at night? Is there night here? Are we still in the Northern Isles? Have you heard of Okeanos? Why the bloody hell are you in the water?”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Emma chuckles, clearly amused by him. What he would give to not sound like a fumbling child. He should get it together, not show his weakness or his nerves. Hitting his head has obviously troubled him, but he must be calmer now. “You need to calm down. I get it. It’s confusing. This has happened a couple of times, so I’m pretty used to explaining it by now.”

“You often find people shipwrecked to this island for no one?”

“A few times.”

She submerges in the water, every bit of her disappearing, but then he sees a flash of red scales, ones belonging to a mermaid, and the vibrant color of her tail calms him if only because he knows that she’s not a siren for they have gray and black scales to shadow the darkness of their hearts. Shit. What is even happening?

“I’m a mermaid,” she tells him when she emerges closer to shore, her breasts on display for him again, no part of her seeming demure. “Well, no, actually, I’m a human who has been cursed to be a mermaid, and I’m the only one who lives on this island. I don’t know how it happened before you ask. Everyone always asks, and I have no idea. I could have wished on a damn starfish for all I know. I don’t really know how long I’ve been here, but I do know that I’ve had three people show up here. All of them have long since left since everyone always leaves, so it is possible. That should be hopeful for you.”

“Why can’t you leave?”

She nods her head to the side, pointing out at the ocean. “There’s a barrier. Every time I swim close to it, I get catapulted back here. I don’t – I don’t know what’s happened, so I can’t tell you more. There’s fresh water half a mile inland.”

With that, she dives back under the water and swims away, the ocean rippling behind each flick of her tail until there are no more ripples and he’s left sitting on the beach unsure of anything. Most of him is still hoping for this to be a dream, for him to wake up in his bed and for it to be his wedding day. He never thought that a marriage to someone who he doesn’t wish to be betrothed to would be an occasion and commitment he seeks out, especially when he was very literally sailing away from all of his obligations, but he craves at least the familiarity of knowing that bits of his life are set out before him.

His worst nightmares have now become his hopeful dreams.

-/-

Days begin to pass as he explores the island. Emma was right about a fresh water stream half a mile into the island, and once he finds it, he drinks as much as he possible can to rehydrate himself. All of his years of schooling and Naval experience did not prepare him for this, for living so primevally when he’s always lived in luxury, but he likes to think of himself as a resourceful man who can think on his feet. Very rarely has anyone ever acknowledged his intelligence, most everyone focused on his privilege or on the talents of his elder brother, but without sounding boastful, he knows that his intelligence is nothing at which to be scoffed.

And his time in the Navy allowed him to think on his feet and live off of scarce resources in a way that wouldn’t have happened had he stayed in the palace.

If he doesn’t die on this bloody island, he’s demanding that every Naval man is taught how to survive like this. He’s sure as hell not marrying someone he doesn’t want to when he’s somehow become stranded. He may have wished to go back to that life in his beginning moments of being left alone here, but this time alone has given him bits of clarity.

For the first time in years, he can hear his own thoughts overpowering those of his family.

There’s a makeshift shelter that must have been made by those people here before him, and instead of being stubborn enough to build his own, he makes use of it, making necessary repairs and improvements with what he can. It’s not the best shelter, but it will keep rain away under the tartan roof and the large jungle leaves that that tangle together above him. Either whoever was here before truly was able to escape or Emma was lying to him and they died. She wasn’t telling the full truth, but she wasn’t blatantly lying.

Intriguing.

As the weeks pass on, each day marked into the trunk of a tree next to his camp, he looks for Emma. Most of his time is spent inland, collecting water and food from foul that he finds. The berries are plentiful, but since he’s unsure of which are poisonous, he avoids them. The only real time that he gets to search for her, even unconsciously, is when he’s drying his clothes on rocks near the shore or when he is standing in shallow waters looking for fish to spear. She’s nothing but a ghost, however, and like so many things now, he wonders if she was real at all.

Piecing together the threads of his memory is proving to be more difficult than he thought, and he foolishly keeps hoping that maybe there truly is some kind of magical starfish to wish upon that will take him home.

Forty-two days in, his skin tanned and his hair long, the hair on his jaw hastily and messily shaved with the same spear that he uses to catch fish, he finally sees a flash of red out in the ocean and the ripple effect that comes afterward. She’s moving closer to him at a quick pace, and Killian is both thrilled and terrified all at once, a combination of emotions that he hasn’t felt since the time that he and Liam took their horses and rode them up the steep cliffs of the mountain and nearly tumbled over when they reached the climbable peak.

There’s a splash in the water, and he sees Emma use her arms to climb atop a large rock that he usually dries his trousers on. She’s as beautiful as he remembers, her hair even longer than it was before and her skin more tanned, but the sunlight glints off of her in a beautiful array of colors that can’t be replicated.

Enchanting.

“Swan,” he calls out, and she jumps, her knuckles turning white and her eyes widening almost as if she’s afraid.

It’s now that he realizes that he asked for her name, but she didn’t ask for his. Why would she not?

“Hello,” she warily greets, adjusting her hair over her shoulders so that he can now see that she has starfish covering her breasts. He can’t help but chuckle at that, at the impracticality of it, and it honestly must be some kind of magic for he’s sure that the starfish should not be able to live like that. “You haven’t built a boat to escape yet, I see.”

“It’s a bit difficult to build a boat, Swan. I have no tools except for a spear that I found from whoever was here before me. Who was here before me, love?”

“A man.”

He arches a brow. “Can you tell me more than that?”

She flicks her tail against the water, covering his face in salt spray. “No. He was a man, they all are, and while I used to get to know them, I don’t anymore. Everyone leaves, so why should I bother in making conversation?”

His heart breaks for her the slightest bit. As much as he likes to spend time alone, most everyone craves human contact. She should. She’s obviously been stranded on this island for a long time, and if she was cursed, she had a life before this. She likely had family, friends, someone she could have been betrothed to. He’s been here for forty-two days, and all he wants is to talk to someone.

To her.

“I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon, love.” He raises his arm to brush the hair back over his forehead. “And maybe if you trust me, if you at least ask for my name, we can work together to try to get you out of here too. All curses can be broken somehow.”

Her eyes squint to study him, her lips pressing into a straight line, and the stern expression on her face doesn’t change. “What is your name?”

“Killian Jones.”

Purposefully, he leaves out any and all titles that he has. He’s stranded on an island where no one is. He can be whoever he is, his own person outside of his family, and he is simply Killian Jones.

“Okay.”

“Okay? That’s your only reaction to that?”

“I’m not your friend, Jones. You can’t help me. You think you can, but you can’t. Why don’t you just leave me alone?”

Killian steps closer to her, his feet sinking into the damp sand the closer he gets to the ocean. “I’d like to talk is all. I tell a damn good story, and I don’t see anything wrong with a little entertainment. No pressure, however, Swan. Any partnership we have is as much up to you as it is to me, but I think we could make quite the team.”

“I’ll consider it,” she huffs as her eyes flicker up and down his body.

“Good.”

Emma swims away then, her tail a flash of red in the water, but two days later she returns when he’s drying his shirt on the rocks. His clothes are beginning to wear thin, and he’s not entirely sure what he’s going to do about that. Or how he’s going to build this ship to go home. He should likely start searching for wood, but for now he takes the time to idly chat with Emma and ask her about what she does during the day since she obviously has to have a way to bide her time. She doesn’t give away much, just the smallest bits of how she has a lagoon that she likes to spend time in and how she enjoys seeing how many times she can circle the perimeter of her boundary in a day. Apparently, she’s improving her speed.

Little by little and day by day, they speak more. Every evening he walks from inland to the shore and finds her waiting on a rock that he comes to think of as her rock. It makes him smile, finding her there, and he also smiles at how much she’s opening up to him. It’s lonely living out here, and he’s only been here for seventy-seven days. Who knows how long Emma has been here?

Maybe in a comforting move for himself but one that is truly for Emma, he asks her about her life before this. She’s from a kingdom in the Southern Isles, Misthaven actually, and while he’s never been, he knows enough about it to be able to ask her questions and follow along with her stories. She knows of Okeanos as well, but obviously not enough to know that he is the Prince, and he likes simply being able to talk about horseback riding and the adventures he and Liam have gotten up to or about his favorite kind of pastries.

Emma is a big fan of pastries, he discovers, and one night, it’s all they talk about, debating the merits of pies and sweet cakes and if cinnamon should be included in a cup of hot cocoa. According to Emma, it should, and he takes her at her word. He’ll have to try it when he gets home.

Home.

He needs to figure out a way to get home.

So, during his days, Killian finds wood and vine, scouring the island for resources to both build a stable enough raft to sail home and also have provisions to keep him alive. He has a faint idea how far away he is, how long this trip will take, so he needs to be prepared. He also needs to start figuring out a way to break Emma’s curse. Over the months, he’s grown so fond of her that he thinks he might even fancy her. For the first time in his life, even including Milah, he’s been able to talk to someone without fear of being proper or saying the wrong things. He can share his love of recreational activities, complain about his parents, and tell of his wishes for his life that he’ll never be able to actually live out.

Emma’s heart is so visibly broken, the men who have been here before him obviously being the ones to break it even if she doesn’t say so in clear words, and as much as he wants to get away, he’s not sure how he could ever leave her.

Her laugh is even brighter than the sun, and he doesn’t know how he would survive not being able to hear it.

Making her laugh is what he looks forward to every day, and one-hundred-and-three days in, he starts making camp on the sand by the ocean so that he can spend his nights talking to her too. The way she speaks, so carefree of expectations, is the most refreshing thing he’s ever heard, and he could listen to her sailor’s mouth full of colorful curses for hours.

“You like reading, right?” she asks him tonight, her cheek resting on his chest while she looks up at him. She kept complaining about sand getting in her eyes when she rested on the sand, so he offered his stomach, even if it means that he’s now resting in the damp sand.

“Aye,” he sighs, his fingers toying with the tips of her damp hair, “I am. I’ve read maybe a few hundred novels in my lifetime. I have a – there’s a library that I have access to, and I want to manage to read all of them.”

“How will you ever live if you spend all of your time in a library?”

How will you ever live if you stay on this island forever, Emma?

“Through the stories, of course.”

“Do you think any of those stories can help me with my situation?” Emma whispers, her voice so quiet that it could very well get carried away with the wind.

Killian hums, unsure of how to answer her question. He can only think of one solution, but he’s not entirely sure that it won’t send her diving back into the ocean to never return again. So, he holds that one close to his chest until he knows for sure that it has the possibility of working.

Or, at least, until he’s brave enough to try.

“What situation, darling? The one where you find me so handsome? I don’t think you can change that.”

“You’re an ass.”

“You sure do like talking about that particular part of my anatomy.”

“Well, it does also match your personality.” She smiles up at him, something soft and happy, and Killian’s heart very well may flutter in a way that it hasn’t for years. “But no, my situation,” she insists, splashing her tail in the water for emphasis. “Do you have any ideas?”

“No, darling,” he lies, partially at least, “I don’t have any ideas that I know will solve your little issue, but I promise I’ll keep thinking.”

Time passes slowly and yet quickly all at once, and Killian spends his nights with Emma, the two of them wrapped up in each other as much as they can be. She’s been here for four years, apparently, and once a year, a new man shows up and then eventually abandons her after promising not to. It explains so much about her behavior at first, about the way that she treated him, and as Killian teaches Emma about the constellations in the sky that allow him to know that he is not too far from home, he promises himself once and for all that he cannot leave her here.

He loves her.

There’s no rhyme or reason to it, no way for him to explain it, but according to all of the stories he heard as a child, this is the way that it’s actually supposed to be. It’s not supposed to be fiery arguments and even more fiery love-making sessions to make up for it. That’s entertaining and enthralling all at once, and while he’s sure it happens in every courtship, that’s not how it should be all the time.

Love should be the ability to sit quietly in each other’s company without living in search for words to fill the air between two people – or a person and a cursed mermaid in their case. It should be trusting someone else with the depths of your heart or allowing them to make you laugh. It should be exactly what he and Emma have as warm breaths of air puff onto his chest from where she’s fallen asleep on him after talking to her about the Cygnet constellation in the sky that reminds him of her.

As the sun rises in the sky the next morning, Killian groggily helps Emma back into the water. While she’s never said how much she needs to be in the water, he knows that she can’t stay out of it for too long. Last night was far too long. So, with her arms draped over his shoulders and her tail held in his hands, he walks the two of them into the ocean, not caring about the way the water weighs his clothes down, until they’re mostly submerged.

Emma blinks up at him, sleep still in those beautiful emerald eyes, and she’s got this drowsy little smile on her face that he wants to lean forward and taste. He doesn’t get a chance, though, because with the orange coating of the sky behind them and the cool ocean water around them, Emma presses forward and slides her lips over his.

Bloody hell.

His lips are dry, hers too, but there’s something soft and glorious about the kiss anyways. It’s slow the way she moves her mouth, almost hesitant, and he gently guides her by tilting her head with his hand and by taking control of the kiss to deepen it. A current runs between them, the flames of fire stroking his spine and his desire, and if he were drowning in the water, he wouldn’t care.

All he cares about is drowning in Emma.

Suddenly, though, Emma pulls back, her eyes widened, and his stomach drops at the thought of her regretting the kiss. But then there’s a swirl in the water, one that resembles the swirl of the ocean that took him to this island, but instead of darkness, everything is as golden as Emma’s hair.

“Emma, what’s happening?” he gasps out, clutching onto her a little tighter.

“I don’t – I don’t know.”

He sees a flash of green, and then everything goes black.

-/-

When Killian wakes, his head is pounding, his heart beating too quickly, but he doesn’t care about any of that. His first thought is Emma and where she is, so he opens his eyes despite how awful the blinding light is and goes out in search for her.

Luckily, she’s right by his side.

And she has legs.

Holy shit does she have legs, but that is something for him to focus on at a later time.

“Hi,” Emma croaks out, and he helps her stand, her legs nearly giving out on her. She’s wearing no clothes, not even her starfish, so he quickly takes off his shirt and hands it to her, the frayed edges landing just at the tops of her thighs. For the first time, he sees her blush, as if she could be embarrassed, and he finds that he’s fond of that too.

He’s fond of everything about her.

“Hi,” he chuckles, leaning forward and cupping her cheeks so that he can kiss her again, just to reaffirm that the last kiss was real and because he loves her. “Do you have any idea where we are?”

Emma glances around, her eyes taking everything in, and the most beautiful smiles stretches from the left side of her mouth the other, her eyes crinkling with it. “Misthaven.”

“Misthaven?” he gasps, shaking his head in confusion. “You know what? It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter except that you’re home. Emma, you can go home to your family.”

“What about you?”

“Well, I’m obviously coming with you.”

“Are you?” Emma laughs, her eyes focused on him.

“Of course,” Killian chuckles, pulling her closer and wrapping himself in her embrace while Emma buries her head in his neck. “My love, I don’t have much experience with magic, but what we shared on that island, what allowed you to leave and return to your home, that was True Love’s kiss. I love you, Swan, and while I’ve got no real clue what’s ahead of us, I will always, always be by your side.”

(This may very well be the craziest day of his life.)

“I love you, Killian,” she whispers into his neck, and he feels the words over every inch of his flesh. “Thank you for not leaving me.”

“Never.”

Emma pulls back, smiling at him again, before taking his hand and tugging him forward on the beach. She obviously knows where she’s going, and he trusts her to follow her footsteps.

“Killian?” Emma questions.

“Yeah, Swan?”

“I’m going to take you to my family’s home, but I need you to know something first.” “And what’s that?”

There’s a sharp intake of breath. “I’m the Princess of Misthaven.”

Killian barks out a laugh, disbelief running through him, and he can do nothing but bring her knuckles to his lips to kiss. “Funny thing, my love, I’m the Prince of Okeanos.”

“Well, it looks like we have quite the adventure ahead of us then.”

[thedeadwritinggod]

Neverland dates

Neverland date: A day the events of which you will never forget.

Date: 2/21/ Date redacted

Rinlie: Sky Dance

Status: Early relationship

“So what do you wanna do?” Charlie asked arms currently wrapped around Rin’s torso. She leaned back against him, wishing she could honestly melt into his arms.

“Well...there is something I’ve always wanted to do.”

He makes a questioning noise. They’re sitting on the rooftop to his apartment building-surrounded by flowers and plants.

“You can keep me up while you’re flying right?” He makes a noise of affirmation

“Then could we dance while you fly?”

Charlie firstly, opens his eyes and from behind his blindfold looks confused.

“Like you standing on my feet while we dance in the air?” “Mhm,” Rin twists around to look at him, sunglasses blocking her eyes from him like his blindfold is from her. Though even still she’s beautiful. Even still she thinks he’s beautiful.

“I-I’m not sure but we can try?” He agrees slightly nervous about dropping her.

“One condition though-“

“Condition? I’m the one agreeing here?”

“Yeah but still, if we’re gonna do this there’s one condition.”

“Fine-what is it?” He’s honestly expecting something stupid like buying her Starbucks or more gum

“No blindfold.”

“What?”

“No blindfold. I wanna see your eyes.” Her demanding tone fades at the end. Charlie straightens up and tightens his hold slightly, bunching her shirt up between his fingers.

“I....I um-“

“You-you don’t have to if it makes you that uncomfortable okay?”

“Ca-“ he stopped.....

She actually likes me. This girl really does like how I look. “Okay.”

“Really?!” Rin looked up, at him. Her sunglasses slipped down her nose- exposing her eyes, wide and alight with happiness and excitement.

“Ye-yeah” he stuttered, god her eyes could mess with him. Being taller then her did not help that situation.

“Can I take it off?”

Charlie dipped his head down as she undid the tie around his head, eyes closed-

Rin could honestly see just how uncomfortable he looked.

“Hey...” he felt a soft pressure on his forehead, then his nose, then one of his checks and he opened his eyes to Rin kissing the other cheek. She pulled away and laid her forehead against his.

“You have pretty eyes.”

“Really?”

No irises, large sea-foam green pupils all framed by short, deep blue hair. To Rin?

“Beautiful.”

Charlie took a shaky breath

“You gotta get off-“ and Rin does so.

They both stand and Rin pulls out her phone scrolling through YouTube “Song suggestions?”

“Um...All of me, in the name of love-“

“So just pure teenagers in love cheese?”

“Well yeah”

She starts up Ed Sheeran’s ‘Thinking our Loud’ and Charlie steps up onto the ledge. Rin following shortly after, stepping on his feet lightly. She also quickly slipped her phone into the back pocket of his jeans.

“Wow. Cheese at its finest Eh?”

“Yep,” Rin giggles leaning forward to tip them off the rooftop-slowly.

When your legs don't work like they used to before
And I can't sweep you off of your feet
Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love?
Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks?

And darling, I will be loving you till we're seventy
And baby, my heart could still fall as hard at twenty-three

Charlie keeps his arms around her hips firmly while she lays against his chest. There’s no ground underneath them- just the light of the still bustling city, even if it is 1 A.M.

And I'm thinking 'bout how

People fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe just the touch of a hand
Well me, I fall in love with you every single day
I just wanna tell you I am

They sway gently, Charlie playing with her hair as a newly forming habit. Sighing contently as they twist around in air.

So honey, now, take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart, I'm thinking out loud

He smiled, gripping her hips and pulling her up and over his head having her fall right back into his arms.

They looked into each other’s eyes and smiled-a silent ‘I love you’ before any words at all.

And maybe we found love right where we are

// part 2 for yo soul *yeets this at @the-lavender-creator

[underoossss]

More Than A Mission - H.O [4/4]

SPY AU | MASTERLIST

Pairing: spy!Harrison x spy!reader

AN: Here’s the last part of this mini series. I can’t tell you how much I’ve loved writing it, it’s been the absolute best and the support I’ve gotten for it has made me so happy. I’m going to miss these two but don’t worry an Epilogue is coming! So stay tuned! But now here’s part 4!! Let me know what you think. I haven’t proofread this so excuse any mistakes.

“I’m alright, it’s only my arm.” Harrison says while clutching his arm in pain and standing up, his other hand coming up to squeeze your shoulder. “Y/N, I’m alright!”

You choke on your words as your lungs finally get some much needed air in them. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest as you try to calm yourself down from what could be the worst scare you’ve ever had. “Ok-okay that’s good. Let’s go.” Your words are rushed and you wipe a tear away as you run after Marioli and Folini.

The steam is still thick in the air as the two of you chase after them. Your throat burns from the cold autumn air, but you don’t feel cold, the only thing in your mind is capturing the drug lords in front of you. That bastard shot Harrison, now its personal. The same thought fills your mind on repeat as you close down on Marioli, Folini getting farther away by the minute. “Harrison you have to shoot Folini, he’s getting away! I’ll get Marioli.”

“Shoot him?! A moving target in the middle of all this fog!? There’re no way.” Harrison answers in your earpiece which makes you roll your eyes.

“Harrison Osterfield you were top of our damn class in almost everything, so you’re an awesome shot! Now shoot his damn leg, he’s getting away!” You snap at him with a sharp look in his direction. There’s no time to doubt himself now, not when you were so close to finish the mission and certainly not when you knew just how great of an agent he’s always been. Not that you would ever admit it out loud but him being so damn smart in class literally swept you off your feet. Even before you fell in love with him, you admired his bright mind.  

Marioli looks over his shoulder to find you right on his tail and raises his gun towards you. But before he could aim and pull the trigger you decide to tackle him to the ground. The two of you land on the ground with a loud thump and before you know it he flips you over and presses his hands against your neck. You choke for air as you hear a gunshot in the distance followed by a loud curse. You raise your gun at Marioli but one of his hand lets go of your neck to aim the gun elsewhere. You fool, you think as you kick him in the crotch followed by another kick at his chest to get him off you. Your hands are quick to pull up the side of your dress and take the other gun from your holster aiming it at the man in front of you. A single shot to the shoulder has Marioli falling to his kness which lets you stand up and press your gun against his forehead. “One more move and I pull the trigger, got it?” You croak out, another cough leaving your body which made your throat hurt once more.

The SWAT team arrives at the scene no longer than 20 seconds after the words leave your mind, the drug lords’ men are in handcuffs against the alley’s wall and are soon joined by their leaders who clutch their shoulder and leg in pain. Nice job, Osterfield. Wait, where’s Harrison?

“Haz?!” You turn around in an instant, your hair hitting your face but you don’t bother to push it away as you rush to his side. He is leaning against a lamppost, his face pale and the right sleeve of his shirt is a darker shade of black because of the blood soaking through it. “Oh god, Haz your arm. We need the paramedics here, agent Osterfield needs help ASAP. Anyone copy?”

“Two ambulances are on their way, it’ll only be a couple of minutes now.” Another agent speaks on your earpiece.

“No, no I’m okay.” Harrison shakes his head as he tries to walk towards the drug dealers being put away only to almost land face first on the pavement. “Gotta take ‘em to jailson, prail… jail!” His accent gets thicker and his words are barely coherent as you catch him in your arms and lean his body against the lamppost once more.

“Harrison, look at me okay? You’re losing a lot of blood but you have to stay with me okay?” Your hands find his shirt and untuck it from his pants before you unbutton the last button and tear the fabric into a long strip for his wound.

“Hey that’s mine! Ow!” Harrison winces in pain when you take his hand away from the bullet would on his bicep and wrap the fabric tight around it to stop the bleeding as much as you could.

“I know it hurts, shh it’s okay. I’m here just stay with me baby, yes?” You place your hands on either side of his face and meet his slightly unfocused eyes with yours to try and keep his attention on you. You’re strong Harrison, I know it.

“Wait… baby? Am I y-your boyfriend?” He mumbles, eyes confused and growing more tired than before.

“I hope you will be after this, just stay away yeah?” You shake his head slightly making him open his eyes fully again and nod his head. “Any word on the ambulance?” Your voice is shaky as you scream into your earpiece.

Tears gather in your eyes as your heart threatens to collapse at the thought of losing your best friend. Sirens can be heard in the distance, gradually becoming louder, and you let out a sigh of relief. But it immediately turns into a gasp of panic when you see Harrison’s eyes close. “Haz? Haz, come on, don’t close your eyes. Don’t sleep okay? Help is coming!” Your hands clutch both of his shoulders as you shake him awake.

“Five... five more minutes, Y/N.”

“No, no sleeping.” You shake your head at him as blue eyes come into view once again. “You gotta stay with me. Yo-you said you weren’t acting at the bar, remember that? Why? Why weren’t you acting?” Hurried steps come from behind you and you look over your shoulder to see the paramedics rush towards you.

Harrison smiles sleepily, his hand coming up to touch one of yours. “Because I’m actually in love with you.” His words finally make a smile appear on your face and your heart speeds up yet again, not from fear but from love this time around.

“What happened?” One paramedic says and another two get a hold of Harrison and lay him down on the stretcher.

“Bullet to the arm, it’s still there and he’s lost a lot of blood. Please help him.” You hold Harrison’s hand for a second and give it a squeeze.

The paramedic nods his head and offers you a small smile. “He’s in good hands now. Don’t worry.”

You can only nod your head as they take him towards the ambulance, tears falling down your cheek as every emotion you felt throughout the night finally come rushing towards you.

----

“Excellent work, agent L/N.” Director Diaz smiles as she extends her hands towards you for a handshake. “It would’ve been better if no one had gotten shot but it’s still a successful mission. The deal was stopped and all dens were busted at last.”

You smile back before taking your hand out of your coat pocket and shaking her hand. “Thank you director, I’m glad everything was a success and about the shots…. They were necessary.”

“Of course.” She nods with a small smile, “Not agent Osterfield’s though, right?”

“Definitely not!” Your eyes widen, “Folini was aiming at me and Harrison shoved me out of the way. He wasn’t supposed to get hurt…”

“He got hurt doing something honorable. I didn’t intend to tell you this but…” Her smile widens as she looks over at Harrison who sat on the back of an ambulance with an IV hooked to his arm. “I paired you with him on purpose, not only because you’re one of my best agents, but because I remembered your first two years after the academy.”

“FBI’s finest.” You smile to yourself as Harrison waves at you when his eyes meet yours.

“You haven’t been the same since he left, so when I saw they were sending him over for the case I knew who I was partnering him up with.” Her gaze shifts between the two of you before it stays fixed on you. “Hopefully, you’ve already admitted your feelings for each other.”

You furrow your eyebrows and tear your gaze away from Harrison and towards her. The look on her face, the slight smirk on her lips and the sparkle in her eyes was enough to put every piece in the puzzle together. She arranged the hotel, one bed, the married couple act and making you be part of the capture mission at the club. “So this was…”

“More than just a mission agent, it was a set up. You’ll thank me later, now go over there before agent Osterfield burns a hole on the side of your face.” She nods her head towards Harrison before stuffing both hands in her jacket pockets and leaving.

You watch her figure retreat towards the SWAT team in amazement and confusion as your mind tries to catch up with everything she said. “Oh my god.” You shake your head in disbelief for a moment before you feel Harrison’s eyes on you once more. You look up and smile at him before making your way over, standing in front of him with both hands on your hips.

“You’re an idiot you know that right?” You roll your eyes fondly at him, taking a step closer.

“Maybe.” Harrison’s laugh makes you swoon as he nods his head shyly at you. Your head spins and your chest feels like it will burst at any moment if you don’t tell the dork in front of you how you feel.

“And you know I absolutely love you right?”

His face is stunned for a second before the biggest smile takes over his face as you finally close the space between the two of you. Your arms go around his neck and you feel his free one go around your waist before you share a long awaited kiss. Harrison’s lips are soft and they carefully move against you, testing the waters and just savoring the moment. A smile comes to your face making you pull back an inch to look at Harrison who met your gaze with the most lovestruck look you’ve ever seen. If the moment was a dream then you never wanted to wake up, you wanted to stay there forever with Harrison looking at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world which was probably the same way you looked at him in that brief second the two of you pulled away. A soft smile escapes your lips before you lean in a kiss him once more, sighing at the feeling of having him there and so close to you after almost losing him earlier.

“I told you I’d take another bullet for you if I could.” Harrison whispers against your lips, “I love you, so much.”

“Next time is my turn.” You smile again before pecking his lips when he tries to object. “I’m only joking, chill.” 

“I’m never going to here the end of it, am I?” 

“Nope.” You wink at him and kiss him once more.

---

The city’s streets are still as noisy and busy at 2am as they are in the middle of the day. The hotel, however, was quiet. Only the soft jazz music from the speakers and the crackling of the wood on the fireplace could be heard. Lionel wasn’t even at the front desk anymore, a short lady with auburn curves sat in his place and barely spared a glance to say goodnight as the two of you made your way to the elevator. Harrison’s cheeks were tinted soft pink from the cold air outside and his hair was a curly mess from the wind outside and stopping a major drug deal from happening.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to start kissing. As soon as the elevator door closes Harrison’s hand pushes some hair away from your face and places a soft kiss on your lips. One kiss soon turns into two and by the time the two of you reach your floor and room door, you’re full on making out in the middle of the quiet hallway. You can’t help but feel like you’re in a romcom as Harrison looks for his keycard and opens the door, almost falling into the room in the process. You close the door behind you and place a hand on the middle of Harrison’s chest when he leans in for another kiss.

“As much as I want this, we can’t Haz. The doctor said rest.”

A groan leaves Harrison’s lips and he throws his head back in annoyance before looking back at you and pouting. “But…”

You kiss him softly, cradling his face in your hands and brushing your nose against his. “I know… but we’ve waited this long already, what’s a couple more days?”

His smile is dazzling and he has a dazed look on his face. His eyes are full of love and your cheek start to hurt from smiling so much, “I love you so much.”

Your cheeks burn as his arm brings you closer to his chest, “I love you too. Now, shower and then we can cuddle. Properly this time.”

Harrison nods his head, copying what you did earlier and brushing his nose against yours. “No embarrassment, no awkwardness this time.”

A laugh leaves your lips but you don’t open your eyes for a couple more seconds while you relish his warmth so close to you. “Exactly.” You finally move away from his embrace and sit down on the bed, taking off your heels and sighing in relief before you feel his eyes on you. “What?”

Harrison moves his shoulders up and down as he shrugs and smiles at you, “Nothing, love, everything’s perfect.”

After the bathroom door closes and the shower starts running you let yourself fall back on the bed, eyes scanning the ceiling as the memories from the night replay in your mind. Nothing would have prepared you for the fear that ran through your veins at the sight of Harrison falling in front of you and believing he was dead. Nothing would have prepared you for the immense amount of love you felt when he told you he wasn’t acting at the bar. For having his arms around you not letting you go and his lips so close to you that you could feel his breath against yours. It had been a night with a whirlwind of events that left you breathless and your heart so full of love you’re afraid it would burst at any moment.

You stretch your arms and legs before making your way to the pictures pasted on the wall. It’s only when you start taking them down one by one, that a frightening thought comes to mind. What happens now? The mission was over, both of you had done a great job stopping the deal and even confessed your feelings for each other. But what would become of the two of you if Harrison is asked to go back? You don’t know if you can go through that again, specially not now after you had let your feelings be known. You’re too afraid to think about it and even more afraid to ask but that doesn’t stop your mind from going over many different scenarios of what would happen to your relationship.

“I can finish with this.” Harrison mumbles against your shoulder as he wraps his arms around your waist. “You can go shower now.”

You jump slightly at his sudden presence after being lost in your own thoughts for who knows how long. His arms are strong and comforting and the three small kisses his places along your shoulder makes you melt into his embrace. “You trying to get rid of me, agent?” Your tone is teasing and a smile takes over your face when you turn around in his arms.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He shakes his head before leaning down to kiss your lips once more. “I love you too much.”

With a smile, you push your worries to the back of your mind while you kiss him and keep pushing them back while you shower and get ready for bed. It’s only when you’re back in Harrison’s arms, the lights off and your head over his chest that you can’t take it anymore and break the comfortable silence. “I’m scared.”

“Hmm? Scared of what, love?” Harrison’s arm brings you closer to his side before he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I’ve been scared the whole night, first of you getting hurt and now I’m scared I’m going to lose you again.” You squeeze your eyes shut while your hand clutches the soft material of his t-shirt.

“You’re not going to lose me, Y/N. The doctor said-” You can picture him furrowing his eyebrows in confusion before you cut him off.

“Not that kind of losing you… What are you going to do next, now that the mission’s over?” Your fingers let go of his t-shirt and settle for playing with the material to distract yourself, not daring to meet his eyes.

“That’s easy, I’m going to follow you anywhere. Back then, when I took the reassignment it was the worst thing I could’ve done… But I though we didn’t have a shot.” He shifts in his place, lying on his side and moving you along to be face to face with him. You can’t see his face clearly in the dark but you find his eyes with a little help from the lamppost outside. “But now…”

“Now?”

“Well now that I know you feel the same way I do, there’s no way I’m letting you go.” His hand cups your cheek gently before he brushes his nose against yours, a sigh escaping your lips.

“You don’t have to go back?” Your voice is only a whisper as you close your eyes and smile in content, one of your hands moving upwards to his freshly showered curls.

“I was on the phone with my director back in London while you were showering, he said it was my call now.” Harrison smiles against your lips when your fingers play with his hair. He pushes himself onto his back again and brings you along with him before you get a chance to kiss him.

“Stay. I should’ve said it before, I know, but I’m saying it now. I’m not going to let you go again Harrison. Two years ago I went through the worst pain I know and I’m not strong enough to go through it again.” It’s your turn to place a hand on his cheek. Your eyes though barely visible are begging him not to leave, you tear down all your walls and let all of your emotions show while you look at him. You don’t want a single doubt to cross his mind, you want him to know exactly how you feel, how you’ve always felt.

“I will.” He whispers, finally leaning down to kiss your lips until both of your smiles force you to pull away.

--

The room is cold the next morning, the heater being left on too low for it to actually warm up the room and the temperature dropping in New York since the night before. The sun shines through the curtains and into the room, waking Harrison up with a smile on his face as you take over his thoughts. He stretches his arms above his head, a big yawn leaving his lips as his eyes adjust to the light coming from outside. The smile slowly turns into a frown as he realizes you’re not by his side or sleeping soundly on top of him, your side of the bed as cold as the room around him. 

“Don’t panic, I’m here.” Your voice makes his gaze move from the left side of the bed to where you stood on the right side of the room. “I was making coffee and reservations for breakfast at this great place I know.”

You chuckle when his very much panicked state turns into a sleepy smile as you approach him. A steaming mug of coffee is on each of your hands and you extend one of them towards Harrison, the smell making him breathe in deeply. “Black one sugar right?”

“Is this a habit of yours? Bribing people with coffee?” He smiles as he teases you and takes both mugs away from you, setting them on the nightstand.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as he takes your hand and pulls you towards the bed. “Why would I bribe you with coffee?”

“You left me cuddle-less.” He shrugs his shoulders, his bottom lip poking out in a fake pout that had you laughing. His hands pull you over to him until you’re straddling his hips and looking down at him with a big smile on your face. “Also, good morning.”

“Good morning, you dork.” You roll your eyes before cradling his face in your hands and leaning down to kiss his lips. His eyes scan your face as you pull away and reach for your coffee on the nightstand, your cheeks burning under his gaze. “What? Do I have slobber on my mouth?” Your hand reaches for the corner of your mouth and stops when Harrison shakes his head.

“No it’s just, you’re so beautiful I was admiring you for a second.” You get flustered because of his words, making him smile cheekily at you in triumph. His blue eyes are dazzling and his messy morning hair just begs you to run your fingers through it.

“I love you.” You shake your head, putting your coffee back on the nightstand before kissing him once more. “Morning breath and all.”

“Hey!” His arms are quick to flip the two of you around and kiss you again. “You’re one to talk.”

Your laughter fills the room and you slap your hand on his chest at his retort before his lips are back on yours. “You love me though.”

“Madly.” Harrison smiles, kissing his way to your neck and leaving you breathless until his phone starts ringing. “You’ve got to be joking.”

Harrison pulls away from you before his hand reaches over the mugs to get his phone and furrow his eyebrows at the caller ID. “It’s Director Diaz.”

You sit up along with him as he answers the call and greets your director. His face is serious as he nods his head along to what the director says on the other end of the line and you take your coffee once more while you try to guess what the conversation is about. Self-indulgently though, trying to guess the conversation quickly turns into checking out your boyfriend as he talks on the phone. The light hit the curls on his head perfectly, turning it a shade lighter while also falling on half of his face and making his cheekbones more prominent. It’s something so simple yet so breathtaking that you forget to blow the coffee in your mug and end up burning your tongue and hissing in pain. Damn you and your looks, Osterfield.

“We’ll be there by then.” Harrison nods his head one last time before hanging up and setting his phone by his side. “We have a new mission, the director wants us in her office at 2pm. And I know you were checking me out.”

“Maybe I was.” You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly, sending a wink his way before asking about the mission. “Did she tell you about this new mission?”

“Something about the governor, she didn’t give many details.” His hand pushes a strand of hair behind your ear before kissing your cheek. “Guess we’ve got to get going.”

“How about breakfast first and then saving the world?” You tilt your head to the side as a smile comes to your face again and you lean your head closer to his to steal a kiss.

“Sounds like a plan, love. Let’s get started.”

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[ryan-the-whisk-taker]

New Mission Chapter 6

Battle Of A Lifetime

On Earth, the Crystal Gems were preparing to take down the invaders. “I can’t believe Homeworld’s sending more ships to Earth! This is our planet, not theirs!” Peridot told her teammates. “I know! Can’t they just leave us alone?” Lapis asked. “Brace yourselves, Gems. That ship is going to crash & it’s headed right for the temple,” Garnet said as she adjusted her shades. “Should we fuse? Smoky Quartz could use their yo-yo to-”

“No, we don’t need fusion yet. We just need to wait,” Garnet told Steven. “B-but, each time Homeworld sends a ship to Earth, the Gems on it are more powerful than the last!” Peridot told Garnet. “There’s only 3 Gems on this ship, and it’s getting very dramatic.” The Gems nodded.

Back on the ship, the three Gems were screaming, thinking their lives were going to end. “If we die, I want you to know that I like you too, Coral! And I’m sorry I hadn’t told you sooner! And I’m so sorry I hurt you, Jade!!” Topaz cried. “I want you guys to know that I’m sorry you guys got stuck with such an irresponsible leader!” Jade told her friends. “I’m sorry I caused all this to happen, Jade! I’m the one who made you upset and this is all my fault!” Coral said. They held onto each other for dear life until the ship crash-landed on the beach.

“W-we’re, alive?” Topaz asked when he realized that he and his friends had survived. “Yeah, but the ship is another story,” Jade said as they looked over the wreckage. “They’re Homeworld’s finest now? Geez, Yellow Diamond’s really been struggling since the Rubies got lost,” Peridot said to her friends when she saw the three Homeworld Gems. “The rebels! Guys! This is what we were training for!!” Jade called to her friends. “Right!” Topaz said to his leader. “Wait, why don’t we talk to them first? Maybe they’ll willingly hand over the Gem we need,” Coral told her friends. Jade sighed. “Fine… Crystal Gems, we are the Gems sent by Yellow Diamond to capture the rebel Peridot. This is Pink Coral, Blue Topaz, & I am Jade, their leader,” she said as she tried to walk over to the Crystal Gems, but tripped over some debris. “Bwahahaha!!! You’re their leader?! You’re ridiculous!” Peridot laughed. Jade growled. “Just board our ship so we can take you to Homeworld, & no one has to get hurt,” Coral said. “Not gonna happen,” Amethyst said as she pulled out her whip. “We’re not boarding what’s left of your ship,” Garnet told them. “Yeah! Leave our planet alone!” Steven yelled as he summoned his shield. “You wanna fight? Fine, we’ll fight! Guys, we need Zircon!” Jade told her teammates. They danced & fused into Zircon once more. “I told you Steven was right when he said we needed fusion!” Peridot yelled to Garnet. “I never said he was wrong. I said we didn’t need to fuse at the time. It was unnecessary,” Garnet replied. “Give us the Peridot before we shatter you!” Zircon yelled. “Never!” Steven said as he saw Garnet, Amethyst and Pearl fuse. “You’ll never take our Peridot!” Alexandrite yelled to Zircon. “I’m scared, Steven!” Peridot cried as she hid behind her friend. “Don’t worry, Peri. We won’t let those jerks take you,” Lapis said to her. “Wow, thanks.”

“Steven! Get Lapis & Peridot out of here!” Alexandrite called to Steven. “Okay! C’mon, guys! Let’s go to the barn!” Steven said as he took their hands. “Okay!” They said as they ran to the warp pad.

They warped to the barn & ran inside. “Wh-why do those guys want me?!” Peridot asked as she sat down next to the collection of “meep-morps” she and Lapis had made and shivered. “I don’t know, but they’re not taking you,” Lapis told her friend and hugged her. “Thanks, Lapis.” Steven began pacing around the barn. “Are you okay, Steven?” Peridot asked. “No! Why can’t Yellow Diamond understand that Homeworld Gems aren’t welcome here?! We’ve defeated or reformed every Gem she’s sent here! I-I wish I could just… shatter her like Mom did to Pink Diamond!!” He yelled. Lapis & Peridot were shocked. “Y-you wanna shatter Yellow Diamond…?” Peridot asked. “Yes! She wants to kill my species & destroy my planet just to get her stupid Cluster!” Steven cried as tears ran down his cheeks.

At the temple, Alexandrite was struggling to beat Zircon. “Just give up! You’ve lost!!” Zircon yelled as they punched Alexandrite in the face. “Even if we did give up, you have no way of getting us back to Homeworld! You’ve demolished your ship!” Alexandrite said as she stumbled backwards. Zircon’s eyes widened when they were reminded that their ship was gone. “W-we’ll find another way back! We’re Yellow Diamond’s smartest Gems!” Zircon howled. They grabbed Alexandrite by the arms and threw her into the sea. Alexandrite began to glow & split apart, but held herself together. “Ha! You call yourself a powerful fusion? You can hardly stay together! I can’t believe you’re all that’s left of the rebellion!” Zircon mocked. “At least what’s left of the rebellion has a leader who doesn’t trip over her own feet!” Alexandrite said as she got back up from being thrown. “We don’t have to fight. We can just unfuse and talk this out like civilized Gems!” She told her opponent. “What would you know about being civilized?! You can’t even stay loyal to your creators! You just care about this dumb planet!” Zircon’s voice began splitting into 3. “You’re splitting up. You won’t last much longer if you keep that up.” Zircon growled at Alexandrite. “Shut up, you clods!” They said in Topaz’s voice. Alexandrite walked over to the other fusion, grabbed them by the throat, and lifted them up. “This is our planet, & Homeworld Gems are not allowed here. This is not a Gem controlled planet- it’s a Gem protected planet.” Then, she tightened her grip on them. “I’m giving you two choices- Either leave this planet & never return, or join us & help protect it.” Zircon struggled to wriggle free from Alexandrite’s grip, but to no avail. Alexandrite was much taller than Zircon, & had access to more weapons since she was a fusion of four Gems, unlike Zircon’s three. “If we agree to j-join you, will you let g-go of us?” They managed to choke out. Alexandrite nodded. “Okay, but wh-why should we join y-you?”

“Because, do you really think Yellow Diamond cares about you? She’ll probably just think you failed your mission & have you replace. You’re not important to Homeworld, but you could be important to Earth,” Alexandrite said, her second mouth forming a small grin. “Join us, & you’ll have people who care about you.” Zircon tried to resist, but felt a second hand on their legs. They saw through Alexandrite’s shades & saw 4 of her eyes narrow. “J-Jade did say sh-she wanted to protect th-the Earth,” Zircon said in Coral’s voice. “Sh-shut up!” They said with Jade’s. “So, you were considering abandoning your mission? Good choice. Peridot disobeyed Yellow Diamond, now she’s a Crystal Gem- You could be one, too.”

“N-never! We’ll never join y-you! I-” Alexandrite tightened her grip on Zircon’s neck. “Actually, I’ve changed my mind. If you don’t join us, you will be poofed, bubbled, & sent to the Burning Room,” she said & raised Zircon higher. “B-Burning Room?!” Zircon freaked out.

[jiminies-ahmee]

I hope requests are still open!! May I request Jock!Jongdae trying to ask you out? Thank you in advance, sweetie!! - T

Thank you for requesting, Admin T!!!! I think this is a little longer than a Drabble should be, but I got a little carried away! I hope you like it 💕Kim Jongdae. The student that had it all, or so that’s what everyone on campus said. His name was that of a legend’s and you couldn’t deny the spurring annoyance that had grown within you because of it. No, it wasn’t that you had something against Jongae. You simply thought he was overrated for simply being the best quarterback the college had seen in decades. Okay, maybe his pedestal above the entire student body was understandable. But you could no longer stand the way everyone stared at him wide eyed in the halls when he passed or made ridiculous exclamations all the time regarding said jock. “I’d sell my soul to make eye contact with him! Quick, he’s coming! Do I look good?” “Oh my god, the gods themselves carved him from the finest gold, just look at him!” “I went on a diet and started working out just so he’d look at me. Do you think I’m pretty now?” None of the above statements were exaggerated. In fact, they were all quotes from your close friends - though you were ashamed to even call them that. “You guys are all ridiculous! I don’t understand what the fuss is about him, he’s just another jock that’ll spend the rest of college showered in glory and then end up with a 9 to 5 sit down office job once he’s out of here. Seriously, how low are your expectations of men?” You sighed, shifting your tray towards your friends. Standing up, you gathered your things, no longer wanting to spend your lunch talking about pointless things.Within minutes you found yourself sitting on the bleachers. The jocks’ practise had been rescheduled as a gym session, hence the emptiness of the field. Except for a certain someone. You scoffed as you watched Jongdae walk along the outside of the field. From what you could see, he seemed to be lost in his thoughts. Probably game tactics, you thought. You sighed, slinging your bag over your shoulder before making your way down the bleachers. It had been raining earlier in the day and silly you thought it would be a better idea to step on the benches to get down. Losing your footing, you came down with a loud crash, startling the distracted Jongdae. He whipped around to see you in a heap on the concrete ground and quickly made his way towards you. “Are you alright?” He asked. You blinked several times at him, he really was as handsome as the others had said.“Y-Yeah, I’m fine.” You insisted, ignoring his helping hand as you got to your feet. You sling your bag over your shoulder, avoiding eye contact with the jock as yo dusted off your clothes.“Hey, I know you! You take photos for the college paper. Y/N, right? I’m Jongdae.” Kim Jongdae, most prestigious of pupils in the college knew you did photography and your name? “Uh, yeah. That’s me.” You chuckled nervously. “I don’t think we’ve ever spoken before, are you taking photos at the moment?” He asked curiously, his eyes searching for your camera. “Oh, no, I was just out here for some fresh air.” You admitted, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Kim Jongdae was certainly not how you’d imagined him. He was genuine? He was kind? He wasn’t snobbish in any way? “Ah, me too. I’m wondering about life after college. What do you plan on doing?” So he did worry about his future. Internally, you were beating yourself up for judging Jongdae without ever speaking to him before. “Photography,” You laughed, “It’s the one thing I don’t think I’ll ever tire of.” “I’m glad you’re pursuing it. I’m worried about all this football business. I actually want to start a career in music once I finish. But all this,” He gestures towards the football field, “Is taking up all my time. Do you think I should quit the team?” Record scratch. “Q-Quit the team? Are you insane? Your the best player on the team how could you just up and leave?” You asked incredulously. “It’s not really what I want. I think there are more important things I want to achieve than just another trophy.” “Wow,” You breathed, “I seriously had no idea you were like this.” Crap.“Well, Miss Y/N, maybe if you went out with me for coffee sometime, you’d learn a lot more about me.” Jongdae smirked, “Here’s my number,” He pulled a ripped piece of paper out of his varsity jacket pocket and placed it in your hand, “Text me when your classes are over for the day and I’ll take you out.” “I… What?” “I’ve got to go to the gym now, but I’ll see you later, yeah?” Jongdae have a genuine smile as he turned on his heel. “Wait! I don’t-“ “See you then!” He called out, raising his hand. And so, that was how Kim Jongdae - the person you’d loathed for some time - became your college sweetheart.

[themurphyzone]

The Other Llama Incident

This is the weirdest thing I have ever written.

“I know you guys don’t really want to do this!” Zack strained at the ropes as Milo and Melissa held up torches with blank stares. The sentient llamas surrounded them, chanting and bleating in an ancient language. 

“This human shall make the finest sacrifice for the Groovy One!” the High Priest declared. 

Zack managed to free an arm from his restraint. “Are you trying to sacrifice me to a llama god or a disco god?” he shrieked. “Milo, Melissa, come on! What is it with you two and angering llamas anyway?” 

“Llama incident,” they drawled, dropping the torches and grabbing Zack’s arms. Zack twisted his left arm the opposite way to make Milo let go, but he only tightened his grip. Now that they were shoulder to shoulder, Zack wondered if it was worse to be thrown into a bonfire by best friends or best friends in war paint. 

The chanting grew louder, and hooves started to beat on drums as they slowly approached the fire. Zack could feel the embers now. The fire illuminated Milo and Melissa’s faces as their grip tightened, feet moving back as they prepared to throw him in the fire and-

“BOOM, BABY!” a giant llama suddenly poofed out of the fire, and all the llamas quickly groveled. Milo and Melissa took a step backwards. “Okay, I’m totally a jerk to you lame-o earth llamas, but this is beyond my usual level of jerkiness,” he complained. His snout wrinkled in disapproval. “Every time. We go through this every time. Yo, current High Priest of whatever clan this is, do I really have to tell you not to interrupt my water park days?” 

The High Priest cowered. “S-sorry, your Grooviness. Please accept my apologies.” 

“Sure, whatever,” the giant llama shrugged. “Hey, how are you supposed to bask in my awesomeness if you’re licking the floor like that? Everyone up.” The llamas all stood up, still looking apprehensive. “Much better. And spreading the groove throughout all time periods does not equal brainwashing! What kind of freaky voodoo do you llamas have now?” With a wave of his hoof, he undid the spell that Milo and Melissa were under. Their eyes refocused, and they quickly hugged Zack in relief.

“Sorry we tried sacrificing you,” Melissa said. 

“Eh, it’s fine,” Zack said. “Don’t blame yourselves.”

“Whoa! A giant llama! That’s so cool!” Milo waved up at him. “Hello, Mr. Giant Llama!” 

The giant llama blinked, offended. “Don’t call me that. Sounds so wrong. Name’s Kuzco, kid. K to the uzco, that’s the only time I’m gonna say it. Seriously, the only blame here belongs to the llama who put you in those stupid outfits.” He clacked his hooves together, frowning. “Darn these hooves. It’s not as satisfying without actual fingers. Oh, well.” 

Kuzco stomped his hoof against the floor, then Milo and Melissa were suddenly wearing loose-fitting red robes with a long tail coming out the back. The tail of Milo’s robe immediately caught fire, which Zack stomped out. 

Zack thought the robes were almost worse in a way. “Well, now that we’ve averted that fashion disaster, I guess I should drop you back into your own time period.” 

A portal opened, leading back into the museum where they’d accidentally activated the time machine. 

“Now, I was in the middle of chillaxing in the lazy river when you oh so rudely called me over here,” Kuzco glared at the High Priest, who now hid behind a wall in fright. A wicked smirk crossed his face. “I guess I should give the Hag a call. I’m sure she’d love a new llama!” 

The llamas screamed and hurried down the mountain, trampling each other’s wool as they yelled about not wanting to be test subject to a bunch of weird potions. 

Kuzco laughed. “I love how these losers still think she’s about to capture their dumb kids and smash them with hammers. Well, my work here’s done! Boom, baby!” 

He vanished in a puff of smoke and a disco beat, presumably back to his water park. 

“Who agrees to never speak of this again?” Melissa asked as they stepped through the portal. 

“Me,” Zack said. 

“I think I’m starting to understand why Kuzco’s usually left out of history books,” Milo shook his head. “So, who wants a Slushy Dawg?” 

[poorbasil]

yo i've thought about buckley/vidal so much tbh like it'd be so rough and kinda nasty like a metaphor for the 1968 election

Duuude you don’t even know. Let me tell you- so I was eating some ice cream, procrastionating writing my Britain and WWI paper so I decided to watch a political documentary because that’s my favorite form of procrastination. I’ve seen the Buckley/Vidal docu on Netflix recommended to me a lot so I decided to give it a try and HOT DAMN I was not expecting to get as invested as I am. When finals week is over I am def going to rewatch it. Like, holy hell, that one debate, you know the one, their exchanges had me hollering istg. And especially the part were Vidal started claiming that he got ambigous sexual vibes from Buckley LORD. You can’t make this stuff up. I’m surprised those two don’t have a fanbase on this here darn website because they are literally the definition of paritsan drama at its finest. 

Just imagine, a post debate encounter where Buckley makes good on his imfamous words to sock Vidal in the mouth. And Vidal stumbles backwards, blood dripping from his broken nose and down inbetween his fingers. A drop of red slashing on the gaudy 60s carpet but neither men found that they particularly cared about solied property at the moment. 

The hatred in Buckley’s eyes was near palpable and Vidal took in a sharp breath that sounded more akin to a choking noise do to his ruptured blood vessels. He felt pinned down by Buckley’s stare, unable to do as much as shuffle his feet awkwardly let alone attempt to flee the scene of attack. His eyes shifted momentarily to Buckley’s clentched fist and the thought flashed before his mind, wondering if another blow was emminent. He forced his eyes to remain open, his body readying itself for another punch. But it never came. He saw out of the coner of his eyes, Buckley’s fist slowly uncletch, and he noticed for the first time that his rival’s knucles were stained red. 

That’s my blood, he thought in somewhat of a daze, watching as Buckley examined his own hand. His eyes seemed to be glazed over, as if was seeing the red tinge coating his inflamed skin but also not processing the reality of it at the same time. The corridor was empty. None of the frantic and frazzled energy that dominanted the live studio room was present. Vidal’s ragged breaths filled the room, the noise sounding increadibly loud in their owner’s ears. 

Buckley himself was in a daze and was overcome with the feeling that this moment could not possibly be reality. The words had been enough. It had been entirely uncalled for, unprecedented even in a live broadcasted debate. He had just been so overwhelmed with emotion in the heat of the moment and the words tumbled out from his unchecked lips before he could regulate himself. The words had been enough. But his actions were unforgivable! He was utterly furious. At himself. At Vidal. At ABC. Hell, he was even furious at the goddamn convention itself. His eyes drifted to the man standing before him. His political rival and best enemy. A trickle of blood was running down the side of Vidals hand as it shook, attempting to stifle the stream of viscous liquid pouring out of his nose. A beat paused before Buckley’s mind was made.

He grabbed Vidal by the arm, the very same arm the man was using in a feeble effort to shield his broken nose. Despite his brain virtually screaming at his not to, Vidal followed Buckley’s lead without hestitation, allowing himself to be dragged into one of the empty studio rooms down the cooridor. Not a moment after the door fell shut behind them, Vidal found himself being physically pushed into a chair, his body falling onto the unsteady plastic object with an extreme lack of grace. He tried to utter a curse but the words got lost underneath the pressure from his palm over his face and came out more like an incomprehensible mumble. 

“Shut it,” he heard Buckley say, his voice stern and aristocratic as always. But Vidal knew that voice better than most, and he could deteact a tremor in the pitch, a slight imperfection in Buckley’s tone that indicated uncertainty. He cataloguedthe information away, now was definiety not the time. He watched as Buckley rummaged through the meakly decorated studio room, tossing aside half empty bottles hair gel product and face make up. He pulled out a towel and turned, slowly approching Vidal. Buckley reached out, his hand stopping in mid-air for a moment before he seemed to settled himself and fully extended his arm. Vidal could not supress a shutter as Buckley’s finger closed around his wrist and worked to gentley separate his hand from its cupped position around his still bleeding nose. 

“Please,” Buckley croaked out and Vidal let his arm drop. There was something in his voice that Vidal swore he had never heard before, remorse perhaps? No, it couldn’t be. He shook his head at the thought and immediatly regretted the movement as his nose flarred up in pain. 

“Don’t move,” Buckley commanded, and his other hand came up to rest upon Vidal’s knee in a firm grip. The hand holding the towel moved to Vidal’s face and he began to wipe up the blood. The friction of the rough towel scrubbing the drying blood burned but Vidal made no signs of protest. When he was done, Buckley reached for Vidal’s hand, the one he had been using to cup his nose and gently wiped his fingers clean, slowly taking his time to run the rag over each digit in repeative motions. 

Vidal watched, his eyes fixed on the movements. Perhaps it was an over-stimulation of his senses. He had just finished debating this most detestable man and received a sock in the face for his efforts, and yet, he couldn’t supress the feeling of warmth coursing through his body as Buckley took his time to wipe each of his fingers clean. 

He was still staring at the place where Buckley’s hand had been when he heard the other man speak. “You’re going to have get that set properly.”

“What?” Vidal said, his mind in a stupor. 

“Your nose, you’re going to have to get it set by a professional. I don’t want to risk it myself.” 

“I- oh, yes. Of course.” 

Buckley nodded, his intense gaze fixed on Vidal, the rag dangling from his hand as he made to stand. Vidal rose as well and they simply stood there, watching each other. 

“I- I didn’t- I don’t-” Buckley began, but for once, the words wouldn’t come out. But they didn’t have to, Vidal recongized what the other man was attempting to say and could scarcely believe it. 

Buckley folded the rag and tucked it into his pocket, making to leave the room. 

“Wait!” Vidal called out before he could stop himself. 

Buckley paused for a moment, and then turned around, facing his rival again. 

“I- I’m not going to tell anybody,” Vidal said, Buckley’s wide-eyed look of shock not even coming close to the surprise he felt at his own words, but he couldn’t stop now. 

“I’m not going to tell anybody,” he repeated, his feet edging closer and closer until he was barley a foot away from Buckley.

“I won’t tell anybody, as long as you don’t tell anybody about this.”

“Wha-” Buckley began, but before he could finish speaking he felt the soft press of lips against his and his eyes fell shut on their own acord. 

Vidal ignored the pain in his nose as he pressed his face harder against Buckley’s, effectively deepening the kiss. He ignored the sirens blazing in his brain telling him to stop, that this could ruin him for life. He tried to ignore it all, but he couldn’t ignore the way Buckley’s slightly chapped lips felt against his own, the way his body was pressing into his own, chest to chest. Or the way Buckley’s strong hands had wrapped around him, one clutching his waist and the other tickling the back of his neck. He shouldn’t have done this. That must was clear. He had the upper hand and he threw it all away, for what, a single kiss with his sworn political enemy. And yet, he ignored that too as Buckley’s fingers tugged on his hair and his teeth grazed his bottom lip. 

He shouldn’t have done this, and yet, what either men realized, was this was not going to be the last time those thoughts crossed either of their minds. 

[deanwritings]

Forgive me father, for I have sinned.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: The reader has some not-so-pure thoughts when she sees Priest!Dean for the first time...

Word Count: 2,336

Warnings: Smut, sacrilege

Gif:

A/N: Well, there’s 12 years of Catholic school down the drain. Sorry Sister Margaret. 

You sat in the wooden pew, halfway through the church, glancing at the sloping ceilings, following their path down to the columns that held the church together. 

Most of the pews were empty, it being the early afternoon on a Saturday, hours before the next service. But a few stragglers sat sparsely throughout the nave.  

There was a lingering smell of incense that reminded you of your childhood parish, all the Sunday mornings you spent staring up at the giant crucifix of a tortured man. 

You never liked church, despite it having been forced on you your whole life by your parents. They thought, by sending you to catholic school, you would grow up a righteous and moral woman.

Sorry mom and dad. 

The problem was, it just never felt right to you. There was always some connection that you seemed to be missing. You just didn’t get religion. You had nothing against it, but it didn’t do anything for you.

But here you were, arms resting on the pew in front of you as you take in the silent supplicants--an old woman pushing through a string of rosary beads, another woman blotting at her eyes every so often, and a man, a young man, looking lost, his eyes constantly wandering the church.

Sam had caught a case about a woman who wandered into this very church, crying out in tongues with whip marks on her back and puncture wounds in her hands and feet. 

You had gotten to the church first, scoping it out since this technically was your turf, even if you didn’t practice anymore. You’ve seen every type of person sitting in these pews, asking, begging and crying to God or Jesus or Mary for help. You would be able to tell if anyone seemed out of place.

The boys were on their way, needing a little extra time to get ready. They were going to pretend to be sanctimonious advisors to the local bishop and hope to get an honest account from the parish’s priest that witnessed the grotesque death. 

Despite the solemness of the situation, you had to bite your lip at the thought of Sam and Dean---Sam, the one true vessel of Lucifer, and Dean, former demon---dressed as the church’s finest. You weren’t entirely sure they would be able to pull it off. 

The vestibule doors creak behind you, but you don’t turn around. There was an unspoken agreement of privacy to every person that walked through that door. Sure, you may have known Billy Whats-his-face his entire life, but if the two of you found yourself sitting in the pews, side-by-side, you wouldn’t say anything about it to him, and he wouldn't say anything about it with you. There was a protection granted to each person who walked through those doors looking for solace. 

You hear two pairs of feet scuff along the marble aisle, and two large bodies, dressed in black strut by you, one with a bible in hand.

Here we go.

They approach the parish’s priest who had been busy at the alter before they arrived. At first, he seems happy to see them, but his demeanor quickly falters, Dean and Sam probably having revealed the purpose of their visit.

The three men speak in hushed tones, respecting the peace of the room, but you can see Sam take over the conversation as Dean seems to bounce a bit on his heels, seeming uneasy. 

He hadn’t been in the best state of mind since Mary had left. You were worried but knew there was nothing better for Dean Winchester than a good ole fashion hunt to get his mind off of things for a while. 

Sam and the priest continue talking as Dean’s head rolls side to side, taking in the room, he glances over his shoulder, his green eyes finding yours and you swallow hard.

Holy hell. 

Dean’s hair was sticking out, seemingly unbrushed, or more likely from him constantly running a hand through it. He hadn’t bothered to shave, a fine line of stubble clinging to his strong jawline. Perhaps its the all black, but his green eyes seem to shine, and even from here you can see the freckles that dance across his nose and cheeks. 

All the priests you had ever known were older, much more grandfather figures--both physically and metaphorically. 

But the black suit stretches tightly across Dean’s shoulders, framing his strong body all the way down to his shining shoes. You were in trouble. And ten hail marys wasn’t going to be able to help you out of this one. 

His eyes dance across you, his lips tight before he continues his evaluation of the room.  

You body is alive, tickling your every nerve as you shift in your seat, tightly crossing your legs, the sudden throb between them becoming distracting as you watch as Dean tucks his hands in his pockets, his shoulders rolling back and straining against his blazer. 

You were so going to hell. 

You can’t hear what the boys are saying, but suddenly Dean’s voice begins to carry through the quiet church. Sam’s shoulders roll back as he shoots Dean a look--leading you to figure Dean was getting short with the priest. 

So maybe hunt wasn’t what Dean needed to relax. Maybe he needed a little help.

Sam appears to take over the conversation for another minute before the three men clearly say goodbye.

The boys turn and walk towards you, Sam shooting Dean a look as Dean ignores him.

As they begin to walk towards you, you scurry out of your pew before they pass by.

“Excuse me, Father,” you quietly call, your hands folded as you approach. 

Dean’s stride falters as his eyes meet yours.

“Would you have time for a reconciliation?” You nod your head towards the confessional. Dean’s face scrunches up as he glances to Sam, the two of them exchanging a look before Dean nods to his brother. 

“Uh, sure.” Dean takes a hand from his pocket and places it on the small of your back as you two walk away from Sam.

“What’s up?” He whimpers in your ear as you approach the confessional.

You don’t respond, just nod your head to the separate room. Dean rolls his eyes as he pulls open the door to his side and steps in.

You walk into the box and take a seat as Dean pulls open the divider.

“Okay, what’s going on?” He sounds a bit annoyed. You bite your lip, wondering if this is a good idea.

Fuck it.

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned.” You start, recalling the days when you use to do this on a regular basis.

Not that you ever meant it.

“Y/N, what the hell is wrong with you?” Dean snaps. 

“I’ve been a very bad girl.” You coo.

“Y/N--wha--” The words suddenly catch in his throat. You wish you could see the realization in his eyes.

“I’ve had some not-so-holy thoughts.” You clamp your hands together. 

There’s a heavy pause.

“What kind of thoughts?” Dean’s voice is low as it breaks through the silence.

“Well,” you lick your lips. “Sometimes, when I lay awake at night, and no one’s around...I touch myself.” You heartbeat begins to rise as you feel your cheeks flush. This was uncharted terrority.

You can hear Dean’s intake of breath through the screen.

“And where do you touch yourself?” You smirk at his curiosity and the strain in his voice.

“First, I close my eyes.” You lower your lids, picturing your body in your mind. “I let my fingers trail down my neck, brining my skin alive.” Your voice is reverent. “Then, I’ll cup my breast--so warm and tender. Just aching to be loved.”

“Where else?” He asks too quickly, before you’ve barely finished. You open your eyes and smile. 

“The one place that’s begging to be touched.” You bite down hard on your lip. “But not by me.”

You hear Dean gulp.

“By who?” You can hear the surety in his voice, but you love that he’s going to make you say it anyways.

“There’s this guy...he’s tall, with theses amazingly strong arms that grip me tight when he holds me.” Your center throbs again and you clench your thighs together. “And he has these beautiful green eyes that light my whole body on fire whenever he looks at me.”

A groan escapes through the partinian. 

“And god. His lips. When they suck down my body.” Your eyes shut and you can’t stop the moan that escapes. “My entire body feels alive in ways I’ve never known possible.” You whisper, almost like a prayer as you shift your legs to cross over one another, trying to put some relieving pressure on your aching sweet spot. 

“And then, when he finally touches me. Really touches me...my world explodes.”

“Y/N...” His tone is tight and somehow weary. 

“Tell me, Father--how do I contrite for my sins?” You plead in earnest.

The confessional falls silence and you swear you can hear his labored breathing. You had never done anything like this before and you were suddenly worried that maybe you had taken this too far.

“There’s a staircase in the vestibule that goes to the basement. Meet me there.” Dean orders, his voice sending waves of excitement to your very core.

Dear God.

You hear him shift before his door opens and close. You wait a beat before you walk out, your cheeks burning as you look at the two churchgoers who remain, lost in prayer, none the wiser to the sins you were about to commit.

With your head bowed and hands folded, you walk through the aisle until you reach the back of the church. To the right, you notice a plain wooden door and walk towards it, reaching out for the round knob and pushing it open.

You’re barely through the doorway before two strong hands wrap around your waist and spin you, pinning you against the wall as soft lips attack yours.

“Baby, I’m gonna make you see God.” Dean’s pants as his warm breath fans across your skin. You moan as you grind your hips into his, eliciting a hiss as Dean’s hands wrap around your wrists before he forces them above your head. 

You press your lips harder against Dean’s as his hands trail up down to your chest, his thumbs gracing over your breasts.

“Dean,” you whimper, turning your head as his lips attack your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin as the scruff on his jaw scrapes against you, sending your body reeling. Your run your nails down the back of his neck, finding his shoulders before you scrap against the fitted black fabric under your hands. 

Dean’s hands leave your chest as they fall to your jeans, popping out the button and pulling down the zipper without breaking away from you. You shimmy your hips, helping him pull them down until they fall around your ankles. His fingers waste no time in looping into the sides of your panties and doing the same. 

The gust of cool air against your burning heat causes you to hiss as your head falls back against the wall.

“Dean, please,” you beg, your core almost painful. 

Without a word, Dean pulls away from you and unzips his pants, pulling free his erect manhood from his boxers.

You smile as Dean’s hands wrap around your bare ass as he lifts you up, you legs wrapping around him as he walks you back so your pressed completely flush against the wall.

You wrap your hands under his ears as your bring your lips to his, nipping at his bottom lip as he sucks on your top, feeling his hard-on align between your open thighs unless he finally pushes inside you.

“Jesus Christ,” you hiss, your head hitting the white bricks behind you as Dean buries his lips into the nape of your neck.

“Not quiet,” he mumbles against you.

Dean beings pumping inside you as his arms wrap tighter around your body, filling up all the spaces with his body. Every time he enters you, he comes rough and deep, pulling out painfully slow before repeating the motion over and over and over again.

“Dean...” you head lolls as your body rocks, your eyes shut tight as a white heat builds in the pit of your belly quicker than you imagined. 

“God,” you cry, the friction almost too much as your legs wrap tighter around Dean, his pace increasing with your encouragement. “I’m...I’m...” you gasp, the words escaping you.

“Go, baby,” Dean pants against you.

You body explodes over the edge of infinite pleasure, moaning and gasping as your head erupts with a thousand stars as you feel Dean stiffen inside you, his hands digging into your skin as his moan vibrates against your skin.

You slowly open your eyes, panting. Dean slowly lifts his head, his green eyes finding yours as you both smile.

“Holy shit.” He laughs, your smile brightening as his grip loosens on you.

“Shit, yes. Holy,” you cock your head, “not so much.” This gets that Winchester grin you love so much. 

“We better clean up.” You look down between the two of you. “Sam’s probably looking for us.”

A few minutes later, you’re both redressed and walking out of the stairwell when the old woman who had been praying off rosary beads approaches the two of you.

“Excuse me, Father.” She hobbles over unsteadily. You and Dean both turn to face her.

“Uh,” Dean coughs to clear his throat. “Yes?”

“Do you have time for a confession?” The woman asks meekly as she looks up at him with bright blue eyes

Your mouth falls open as you try to cough back the laugh building in your throat. Dean whips his head to you, looking--no begging--for your help.

“I’ll meet you outside, Father.” You pat him on the shoulder as he gapes for words. 

“Say a prayer for me,” you wave over your shoulder. 

[sandiegodjstaci]

Karla & Brandon's Bali Hai Wedding Rager

Karla & Brandon's Bali Hai Wedding Rager

Of all the San Diego wedding DJs calling America’s finest city home, Karla & Brandon  chose me to DJ and MC their Bali Hai wedding (South Pacific Room) on  June 15, 2019. The following write-up is based on San Diego DJ Staci’s crazy organized & detailed outline for this Bali Hai Restaurant wedding.

  THE BALI HAI WEDDING CEREMONY

Prelude ➔ Piano, Vitamin String Quartet Processional ➔ Latch by Simply Three Bride

Processional ➔ “I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You” by Haley Reinhart

Recessional ➔ Brighter Than The Sun by Colbie Caillat (cue to 30 seconds/first chorus)

  (c) San Diego DJ Staci, the Track Star

  THE COCKTAIL HOUR & DINNER MUSIC

While San Diego DJ Staci offers couples pre-set cocktail & dinner playlists to choose from, Karla & Brandon opted to hand-select their background music for their Bali Hai restaurant wedding.

Cocktail Music ➔ Forever – Chris Brown, Everything – Michael Buble, Benny And The JetsElton John, L-O-V-E – Nat King Cole, Feel It Still – Portugal, The Man, I Do – Colbie Caillat, Africa – Toto, Sweet Home Chicago –Blues Brothers, Ob La Di – The Beatles, Hurts So Good– John Mellencamp, Wouldn’t It Be Nice – The Beach Boys, The Way You Make Me Feel – Michael Jackson, Build Me Up Buttercup – The Foundations, Sweet Child O’Mine – Guns N Roses, We Are Young – Fun, You Can’t Hurry Love – Phil Collins, Run-Around – Blues Travelers, Saturday In The Park – Chicago, Let’s Stay Together – Al Green

Dinner Music ➔ The Way I Am – Ingrid Michaelson, Cheek to Cheek – Fred Astaire, Feeling Good – Michael Buble, It Had To be You – Harry Connick Jr, The Way You Look Tonight – Frank Sinatra, Shh Boom – The Crew Cuts, Because You Loved Me – Celine Dion, Singin’ In The Rain – Gene Kelly, When I Fall In Love – Nat King Cole, Tiny Dancer – Elton John, Sea  Of Love – Cat Power, That’s Amore – Dean Martin, The Luckiest – Ben Folds, Somewhere Beyond The Sea – Bobby Darin, Fade Into You – Scarlett O’Connor & Gunnar Scott, Roses And Violets – Alexander Jean, Unforgettable – Nat King Cole, Fly Me To The Moon / Lucky – Jason Mraz & Colbie Caillat, In Your Eyes – Peter Gabriel, Iris – Goo Goo Dolls, Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You – Frankie Valli, My Kind of Town (Chicago Is) – Frank Sinatra

  (c) San Diego DJ Staci, the Track Star

  THE BILINGUAL BALI HAI WEDDING RECEPTION

MC Welcome ➔ Good evening! Welcome to Karla & Brandon  wedding reception!!! I am the  Master of Ceremonies, DJ Staci. Please take your seats so we can officially welcome our  guests of honor. Be sure to post your photos today with #MatchMadeInSabin. If you need to charge your devices, I do have a mini charging station up here including some universal  chargers. Let&  also take a minute to acknowledge a few noteworthy guests today. If you have traveled here from out of state, let me hear you. Out of the country? Quien esta aqui de afuera los estados unidos hoy?”

“Tonight I’m going to be sharing a lot of stories about Karla & Brandon with you. To get rolling,  lets tackle the first & I love you.& About 8 months after they had started dating, Karla & Brandon were chilling in his kitchen. There may have been a bottle of wine involved. Brandon suddenly said those three little words…Karla was overjoyed & she said them back.”

“Buenas tardes! Bienvenidos a la recepción de la boda de Daniela y Brandon! Yo soy la Maestra de Ceremonias, DJ Staci. Por favor tomen asiento para darle la bienvenida oficialmente a nuestros invitados de honor.”

“Ladies & gentlemen, put your hands together for the introduction of the wedding party!!!”

Grand Entrance

1. Mighty Wings – Cheap Trick ➔ “Brandon met him in 2010 while playing ice hockey and, to this day, this groomsman still can  &  handle a puck to save his life. Karla met this bridesmaid when they both attended SDSU…and Karla still can & decide whether she is more beautiful on  the inside or the outside. Give it up for Groomsman/Padrino Will & Bridesmaid/Dama Gaby!!!”

2. Danger Zone – Kenny Loggins ➔ “Brandon met this groomsman at Navy boot camp in 2013. He is known on the golf course as & Shank-Opotamus  &  and has yet to beat Brandon in a single round. Karla met this bridesmaid during their first year of high school. They were later roommates in college. Aztecs for life! She would still be in California if Joe had not stolen her away! Show some love to Groomsman/Padrino Alex & Bridesmaid/Dama Laura!!!”

3. Walking on sunshine – Katrina & The Waves ➔ “This groomsman met Brandon during his first year in the Navy. They were roommates together for two years in Washington D.C.  Brandon has never beaten him on the golf course. Several years ago, this bridesmaid was looking for a roommate on Craigslist–yep–and found her soul twin, Karla. Please welcome  Groomsman/Padrino Zach &  Bridesmaid/Dama Ny-Vee!!!”

4. Uptown Funk – Bruno Mars ➔  “Brandon met him many years ago while playing ice hockey. We”ll see if he can dance tonight, considering he shattered his what bone 4 months ago. Karla is proudly related to the next bridesmaid. She is a total bad ass, a world traveler, a star dancer and she just got accepted into Georgetown University for a Masters in Nursing! Brace yourself Washington, D.C.! Give it up for Groomsman/Padrino Branden & Bridesmaid/Dama Melissa!!!”

5. Shut up and Dance – Walk the Moon ➔ “He   the groom go back 26 years and share the same parents—oh snap! Brandon taught him how to skate, golf, and be awesome. Karla and this bridesmaid have been friends since high school. She has a country soul with a city girl drive. From LA to New York to Michigan, their friendship will be strong no matter where they go. Show some love to Groomsman/Padrino Ryan and Bridesmaid/Dama Bianca!!!”

6. Macarena – Bayside Boys Remix ➔ “Brandon met the Best Man his first year of hockey. Initially, he didn  &  like Brandon, in fact, he probably still doesn  & but all it took was a case of bud light to get him to be the Best Man today. Karla and the Maid of Honor share the same dad, but they became true sisters in 2013. They are forever opposites but forever inseparable. Please welcome Best Man/Padrino Tory & Maid of Honor/Dama de Honor Dulce!!!”

➔ Best day of my life – American Authors ➔ “They met in February of 2016. Together they enjoy drinking wine & spoiling their fur baby, Odin. She puts up with his golf &  hockey. He puts up with her inability to sit still and never ending trips. She’s confident that Brandon will one day be bilingual. For their honeymoon, they are planning a cruise around Europe. Ladies &  gentlemen, damas y caballeros, get on your feet, ponganse de pie, to welcome, por la primera vez—for the FIRST   TIME   EVER—Mr. and Mrs. S—-!!!”

➔ First Dance ➔ Come Kiss Me – Tryon ➔ fade early: at the 2:40 ➔ On July 8, 2017, Brandon & Karla were at a winery in Traverse City, overlooking Lake Michigan. They were spending a lovely day at the winery, and Brandon had mentioned that he had a gift for her but had forgotten it. Later that afternoon, Brandon asked a waiter to snap a photo of them. As they were posing for the photo, Brandon said, & Remember I had a gift for you? & and he pulled a ring box out of his pocket. The waiter snapped the pic as Brandon asked her a very important question. I think we know how she answered because we are about to Mr. and Mrs. S—– to the dance floor for their first dance as husband and wife. Y ahora recibamos al Senor y la Senora S—- en la pista para su primer baile como marido y mujer.”

➔ Newlywed Brief Welcome/Thank You Speech ➔ “And now a few words from the bride & groom. Y ahora algunas palabras de los novios.”

➔ Dinner Blessing ➔ “Now lets & welcome the mother of the bride, Maricela, who will give a dinner blessing. Y ahora la mama de la novia, Maricela, va a dar un bendicion sobre la cena.” 7:30 pm

7:45 / 8:00 +/- PM ➔ Shoe Game ➔  “Ladies &  gentlemen, I hope you are enjoying your meals. Right now, Brandon &  Karla are going to play a sort of Newlywed Game…they will sit back-to-back on the dance floor, each holding one of their own shoes & one of the other  person & shoes. I will ask them some questions, like & Who is taller? & and they would both presumably hold up Brandon’s shoe.”

“Brandon y Daniela van a jugar un juego para los recién casados. Cada uno va a tener un zapato suyo y el otro un zapato del otro. Voy a prejuntarles cosas como,& Quién es más alto & y los dos levantar el zapato de Brandon…porque el es mas alto.”

“Ready? Listos?”

Who has the craziest family? Quien tiene la familia mas loca?

Who is the biggest baby when they get sick? Quien es un llorona cuando se enferma?

Who loves Odin more? Quien quiere mas a Odin?

Who is most likely to eat their dessert first? Quien es mas probable a comer su postre primero?  Who is the safest driver? Quien maneja lo mas seguro?

Who is most argumentative? A quien le gusta pelear mas?

Who apologizes first after an argument? Quien dice una disculpa primera despues un argumento?

Who is in charge of the remote control? Quien esta en cargado de el control por la television?

Who is a better dancer? Quien es el mejor bailador?

Quien probablemente no entiende esta prejunta?

Toasts ➔ champagne ➔  Ladies & gentlemen, I hope you are enjoying your meals. May I  have your attention please for the toasts. Damas y caballeros, Me permiten su atención por favor para el brindis? Welcome our first speaker… Recibamos a nuestra primera oradora:”

➔ Maid of Honor, Dama de Honor, Dulce

➔ Best Man, Padrino, Tory

➔  Father-Daughter Dance ➔ “My Wish” Rascal Flatts ➔ fade early: yes ➔ “Now lets welcome Karla and her dad, Bernardo, to the dance floor. Y ahora recibamos a Daniela y su papa, Bernardo, a la pista para un baile especial.”

➔ Mother-Son Dance ➔ “Mother Like Mine,” The Band Perry ➔ fade early: yes ➔ “Brandon says:  I could always talk to my mom about anything. She was always there to hear me, no matter what I had to say. She was the anchor of our family that, still to this day, holds everything together. I admire her love for family and that there is always a place in her home for a good laugh or an occasional cry. Now lets  welcome Brandon & his mother, Melanie, to the dance floor to share a special dance. Y ahora recibamos a Brandon y su madre, Melanie, a la pista.”

➔ Group Photo on Dance Floor

➔ Open Dancing

9:30 +/- ➔ Garter Removal/Liga ➔ “Rico Suave,” Gerardo

➔ Garter Toss/Liga ➔ “Bad Boys  Cops Theme; Inner Circle ➔ Braveheart Quote: yes

➔ Bouquet Toss/Rama ➔ “Labels or Love” Fergie

➔ Vibora de la Mar ➔ Al La Vibora de la Mar, Grupo I ➔  Now were going to do a Mexican wedding tradition, known in English as the Snake of the Sea. I need all the men in the room to line up on the dance floor. If this is your first time doing this, hold on to your hats because you in for a wild ride! Ahora la Vibora de la Mar!”

➔ Money Dance/Baile de Billete ➔ regular dance music, pass out the glowsticks ➔ & Please join us on the dance floor for the Money Dance. This is another Mexican wedding tradition where guests pay to dance with tonight’s guests of honor. Ahora el baile de billete con musica moderna.”

11:25 PM ➔  Last Dance

  (c) San Diego DJ Staci, the Track Star

  KARLA & BRANDON’S DANCE MUSIC RECIPE

Dance Music Rating ➔ PG-13 early on then some R/X-rated as it gets later

Priority During Dancing ➔ maximum dancing/use my expertise to read the crowd

50% English, 50% Spanish

Play A Lot – Top 40/Pop, 80s, 90s, 2000s, Hip Hop/RB, Electronic Dance Music Cumbias, Salsa

Play A Few – Oldies, 70s/Classic Rock, Motown/Funk, Slow Dances Banda, Merengue, Rock en Espanol, Zapateados, Nortenos, Bachata, Reggaeton, Corridos

♥ M U S T – P L A Y S ♥

Danza Kuduro Don Omar, Amor prohibido by Selena, La Flor by Selena, La Chona Los Tucanes, Caballo Dorado Line Dance, Cha Cha Slide Line Dance, Cupid Shuffle Line Dance, “1999” Prince, Shout- Isley Bros

♥ P L A Y   I F   Y O U   C A N ♥

El Coco No Roberto Junior, Pasame La Botella By letra, Sonidito Banda MS, Vivir Mi Vida Marc Anthony, El Sinaloense Recodo, Mambo #5 Lou Vega, Despacito Justin Bieber version Sweet Caroline – Neil Diamond, Se Me Olvido Otra Vez By Mana, LaPuerta Negra Los Tigres, “La Cintura” Alvaro Soler, “Livin &  la Vida Loca” Ricky Martin, “I Like It” Enrique Iglesias and Pitbull, “Party Rock Anthem” LMFAO, Suavemente Elvis Crespo, Inolvidable by Jenni Rivera, Si yo fuera lardon- el chapo slow dance, Ven Bailalo By Angel y Khriz

♥ D O  N O T   P L A Y S ♥

Rap, Big Band/Rat Pack, Trap, Tween/Childrens, heavy metal, rap, disco, country, kids/tween

  BALI HAI  (SOUTH PACIFIC ROOM) WEDDING FLOOR PLAN

  SAN DIEGO WEDDING VENDOR LIST

Here is the amazing team of San Diego wedding vendors I had the pleasure of working with on this Bali Hai wedding (South Pacific Room):

Venue/Catering ➔ Bali Hai Restaurant

DJ/MC/Lighting ➔ DJ Staci, the Track Star

Band ➔ Francisco Astudillo from Tiku Records

Photographer/Videographer ➔ Jennie Edwards, Guided by Imagination

Cake Bakery ➔ Bride’s Mother

Florist ➔ DIY

Again, I was honored to be the one and only San Diego wedding DJ Karla & Brandon trusted with their Bali Hai restaurant wedding. Thank you!

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