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henneseyhoe · 2 months ago

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Sunshine

Aaron Pierre x BLACK!FEM!Reader

ORDER:Coffee (Smut) Tea (Fluff), Strawberry Cheesecake (Hair Pulling) , Jelly Filled Donut (Creampie) , Vanilla Beignet (Blind To Love) and a Brownie (Sunny vs Grumpy) served by Terry Richmond.

SUMMARY: Shitty jobs are made worth it cause pretty, funny girls exist!(ig idk chile)

The Bakery! (link not working, will add soon!)

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“How the hell do you deal with that?”

Was what people would ask Terry when they saw you two together. You were loud, anyone could hear your laugh from miles away and your smile radiated bright happiness that annoyed most, especially in your field of work. You were enthusiastic about nearly everything, seeing the bright side to dark situations that some just couldn’t bear. Maybe that’s why Terry held onto you the way he did. He even gave you the nickname ’Sunshine’ to show.

Everything that was listed, he indeed was not. He was not happy go lucky, he was not enthusiastic about things he had to do and he definitely wasn’t looking on the bright side, for reasons that could probably be justified.

When he was happy, it was mostly because of you. You were best friends (or he was definitely YOUR best friend) and working together in close proximity made it so much easier for Terry to get use to you. It was hard for Terry not to crack a smile when you were constantly in a good mood, bouncing off the walls. You found the spots in him that were soft and poked at them until he gave in, you learned his humor and kept him laughing when he didn’t want to.

He couldn’t lie, he was growing accustomed to being with you, he could even say he loved having you around (he would probably never say that out loud) . He just couldn’t help but feel a little warmth in his chest when you were near, butterflies in his stomach when you made eye contact with him. Little did he know, you felt the same.

Your heart beat down on your rib cage faster than it was on your first mission. You loved a challenge, and Terry was exactly that, testing your abilities to be professional, dangerous, light on your feet, but also keeping your brand of being the happy person you were.

Whenever Terry came into work, even if it was just to train, you were up in his face cracking jokes like you hadn’t just ran two miles. Of course because he was a rank higher than you, he use to send you on about your way the first few times, a little annoyed with your presence and attitude until realizing he couldn’t get rid of you even if he tried. You were everywhere and the crew was slowly growing a liking to you too.

You were like a leech, as he would describe. A cuddly and cute one, but a leech nonetheless.

Coming up on the date of the official homecoming for soldiers, it was time to head back to your respective states and you offered Terry a day to spend with just the two of you, enjoying the scenery of downtown and all it had to offer..as friends, Which he accepted after a huff (which was obviously faked, his ass was happy you asked) . Somehow, Terry found himself not wanting to leave when night had came. Something he had NEVER felt before, and he hated it. He hated that he knew it was because of you too, nothing else. Hell, he didn’t even like the state he was in, he was ready to go when he landed.

Babysitting a beer in your hand, you two sit close around the fireplace of your apartment, or what was yours till tomorrow.

“Feel like we been here forever” He breaks the silence, sipping on his drink while staring at the flicker of the fire in front of you both.

You shrug.

“It kinda has been? Seven months, two weeks, five days, and 21 hours is a long time!” You nod, Terry giving you a look before stifling out the chuckle he tried so hard not to free. You smile, satisfied at how easy it was to make him laugh now.

“So!…You ready to go home to the missus?”

Terry raises a brow, swallowing the bitter drink in his mouth. “Missus?”

You hum, waiting for an answer, but he never confirmed.

“Yeah. I mean, you never said anything about a wife or a kid, but I just assumed-“

“Never said because I don’t have” He interrupts, laughing. He couldn’t even imagine what about him gave husband. He didn’t wear a ring, on the right finger at least, and he thought the flirting he did confirmed him to be single already..Or what he thought was flirting. The making sure you ate and drank every day and teasing about how many push ups you could do didn’t really connect the dots for you. You were looking for a more forward approach considering he was a blunt man.

“What the hell about me made you think I was married with a kid?”

You laugh along with him to save yourself the embarrassment. Truthfully, you asked on purpose to see if he was single or not. To your surprise, no one had snatched him up yet.

“I-…I don’t know. I just see a nigga like you and just expect it” You respond, the palms of your hands already sweating. Your body was once again defying you, you felt like you were in highschool again.

Terry’s laugh shrunk until it was no more and his eyebrows rose at your statement. “A nigga like me?”

“…Yeah. Ya know…” You trail off, shyly looking away. By now regret had already set in your stomach for bringing up shit and snooping in his business. It would have been easier to search his name in the database and read his files, keeping your stalker shit on the low.

“Hm…Elaborate, sunshine. I wanna know what that mean” He presses, his squinted eyes searching for yours, but you refused to give in and see what may have been rejection.

“Look” You huff, shaking your head. “I just mean…You are a very handsome man, and I expected you to be…spoken for? Can you even say spoken for when talking about a man?”

You both laugh, but tension was still thick in the air, you just didn’t know what kind of tension it would turn to. Whether sexual or awkward tension, your nerves were getting worse by the second.

Terry on the other hand seemed cool as a cucumber, his tongue subtly tracing the rim of his beer bottle as he thought to himself before taking his last drink, finishing the beverage off.

“I don’t think so, but still. I appreciate that…so”

“So…”

He tilts his head. You could see it all from your peripheral view. His strong presence demanded attention from you. It was like that while working and it happened to never change outside of it.

“You aren’t spoken for?” He asks, his shoulder softly bumping yours to pull an answer quicker.

You shake your head, simultaneously setting down your bottle.

“Not since a year ago. Maybe if it was possible to pack a niggas dick with you when you leave for work, it wouldn’t be inside your bestfriend, right?”

“…You shittin’ me?” He leans, almost shocked that anyone would dare to cheat on you. Not only because of the person you were on the inside, but also because you could be classified as a high threat even while ass naked. That’s just the type of woman he wouldn’t cross, even at his rank.

“Nope, deadass”

“Damn..” He mumbles. “Whatever nigga out here silly enough to let little miss sunshine walk the earth without being right behind her need his ass beat. Shit, i’ll do it for you actually”

You giggle. “You’re silly”

“Nah, I’m serious”

Who knew that conversation alone would end with you getting ate out by someone you considered a friend, someone who you looked up to just a little, someone who just admitted he’d fuck somebody up for you…maybe giving it up was justifiable.

On the couch with your legs spread to each side, you forced yourself to open your eyes and bask in reality as Terry began the journey of taking you apart and putting you back together again. He placed soft kisses around your lips and on your clit before he licked long strings from your entrance, then sucked, earning a soft gasp from you.

His hands gripped your thick thighs while holding them apart, his strength not allowing you to hide from him at all. He wanted to taste all you had to offer, his tongue doing all the hard work slithering inside of your warm walls as his nose nudged your clit. You tensed up with every nudge, watching as he freely put his face in it. He made it messy enough to admire when he pulled his mouth off of you, your pussy glistening like he just doused you in oil.

“Look at that, mmm” There was a grumble that came deep from within his throat. His green eyes on you made it so hard not to be bothered even with him not doing anything, your poor clit jumping with excitement as he spread your lips open.

“She happy to see me, huh?”

You moan and nod eagerly, bringing your hand to your mouth to suck on a finger. Terry smiles at that, sharp teeth flashing from under his lips. He just wanted to bite you all over.

“Yeah, I know. When the last time you had some?”

“I-I don’t remember” And you truly couldn’t. Nothing worth remembering.

“Yeah? Imma make sure you remember this shit” He ends off with a bite to your thigh, almost as if he was warning you for what’s to come before he dove back into your heat, slurping up your soaked clit. Your belly was doing summersaults, you could barely contain your volume. It seemed Terry didn’t care about his.

When he ate, he made noise. He moaned, grunted, groaned. He was having just as much fun as you.

Your legs had began to shake the longer he was down there, your hands gripping onto the top of his white tank since that was all you had to hold on to after he practically ripped your oversized shirt off of you beforehand, and you feared ruining the couch if you got to pulling on it.

“Yes, yes, yes! I’m so close” You struggled to keep your eyes on him even with his staring back up at you, low lidded and dark. They beckoned you to stay, but pleasure had came rolling through like natural disaster and wiped all thought from your brain, leaving you a shaking, blubbering mess.

His mouth pulled off of you and his hand moved in place of it, rubbing your clit in tight circles.

“Feel it, baby. Let it happen” He coos as you fight against his hand, thighs closing around his wrist which he just smacked away and kept at it until he felt he was done.

“Stop moving, let that shit happen, baby”

You felt like you were literally about to float to heaven, back arching up off of the couch just to get away from the overstimulation.

“Okay! Fuck!”

He moves his hand and allows you to go through the motions, twitching until that special feeling left your center. “Good job, pretty girl” A kiss from him was placed beside your opened mouth as heavy breathing left you.

He gave you time to recover while undressing himself, items of clothing fluttering to the ground until he was in nothing but his shorts.

Your eyes never left his length as it bobbed out of the bottoms. You hadn’t even noticed there was nothing under the shorts till now..So all of that print you were eyeing was all him. He was nothing little, nothing that you had ever seen before and it almost made you ask if that was all of it, hoping he had added something extra, if possible. You wanted to taste him, to lick up the dribbling precum from his tip and test if you could take him in your mouth first, but Terry desperately wanted to be inside you. You protested, pulling him in and stroking his shaft to solicit him into going your way, but he was stern, nearly completely ignoring your advances and lifting you to your feet.

You yelped, legs wobbly from your first orgasm, but you had no need to worry about falling because you were lifted off of your feet as fast as you got on them.

“D-don’t drop me!”

You begged, holding onto him while he bounced you to catch you in the right position to fuck you good, your legs swinging over his arms and his hands cupping your soft ass.

“I gotchu, baby”

He reassured as he kisses your lips. You could smell and taste yourself all on him, slightly sweet and herbal from the beer. All while sucking on his tongue, you felt the tip of him swipe against your entrance, your heart beating so hard in your chest that you were convinced he could hear it, and it was the same for him. He couldn’t wait to feel you, to be connected in other ways than just conversation and friendship. He longed to know what it would be like, and when he got a taste, there was no turning back from then on. Not that he would want to, anyway.

There was no way you were getting away from him. You were strong, but Terry was strong. The man trained relentlessly and always being on his toes payed off at work and apparently in the bedroom too.

Your thighs ached with a burning sensation as he bounced you on his long dick effortlessly, the tip of him kissing your cervix ever so slightly, but he knew good enough not to hit it dead on, fearing hurting you in the process. You appreciate the thoughtfulness, seeing as you were already losing the part of your brain that made thought out decisions.

“So fucking deep!”

You cried out weakly, nails scratching down his broad shoulders, creating red streaks he’d try to hide with a long sleeve the morning after, the feeling of you still dancing on his tongue as he got dressed. He grunts, palms squeezing the fat of your ass as his pace never seemed to falter. He was determined to get you there. To feel you cum around his dick so hard that the neighbors would wonder if you were hurt, that they would think about calling the cops just to check on you.

“Cmon, baby. You a big girl, take this dick like I know you can” He encouraged you sweetly, voice unshaken and stable as if the ribbon of release in the pit of his stomach wasn’t threatening to come undone, spilling his seed deep inside of you.

It wasn’t long until he decided to change the position and lay you on your stomach instead, a soft pillow placed underneath your hips to make sure you could meet his height and your ass stayed up right for him. Before he entered back into your warmth, he took his time to spread your cheeks and licking up whatever your pussy had started to drip, earning whiny, pathetic mewls from you.

He licked from your clit to the winking rim of your asshole, the tip of his tongue circling around it before going back down to your sensitive bud, teasingly suckling on it softly.

You drooled into your sheets. You knew you looked so damn stupid right now, but you couldn’t help it with how he was turning you every way but loose.

“Taste so fucking good”

He says from behind you, fully standing now with a hand in your silk press and the other laid directly in the middle of your back to help that arch. He didn’t even have to guide his dick into you, you were so wet and open for him already that all he did was wind his hips back to line up with you and push forward.

You could swear your breath was being sucked out of your lungs with each inch he dropped into you. It felt so good that you could almost ignore him pulling on your hair, forcing your head back to meet him for a slow, nasty kiss.

“Fuck- My hair, Terry!” You whined against his plump lips, one of your hands reaching for his wrist, but the tugging only made it worse for you. The sharp stinging in your scalp oddly satisfied something within you, your clit twitching at the newfound feeling.

“Fuck it. I’ll pay for it” He grunts, his teeth tugging at the bottom of your lip.

You both kissed with teeth and all as he fucked you, your ass loudly clapping back on his toned body with every thrust. He felt every motion of it, the waves clashing with his hips so mesmerizing that he couldn’t help but wanna stare.

As he pulled away from your lips, he opted to grab a hold of your throat instead, your moans immediately getting caught.

He made sure to grab you by the part where it was safe to hold, safe enough to where you could still breathe a little, but still got the sensation to feel held.

“Why-“ You managed to choke out, yet you couldn’t finish a sentence.

He cracked an almost cocky smile then moaned out a curse, his dick violently throbbing inside of you and reaching beyond what you thought was gonna be his limit.

“Why what? Spit it out, ma” He teased, his low cut nails almost scratching up the side of your throat when his thrusts got more fluid, the man putting way more wine into every collision.

You began to cry out, him muffling them slightly by letting go of you and pushing your head down into the bed. He only fucked you harder when your arch fell with your hips, your legs giving out as your pussy cried right along with you.

This position had you feeling everything. From the tip of him grazing your gspot to the veins that traveled up his dick and massaged your walls, giving you texture that you never felt before.

Him demanding a word out of you was like speaking to a brick wall. You had already came without warning, now you were just wetting up the sheets with incoherent words spilling from your mouth. He imagined you fucked out under him like this plenty of times before but he never knew it’d feel and look this good.

“Shit! Keep doing that and imma cum” He warns, but that’s exactly what you wanted. You wanted to feel him fill you up to the point you were leaking. You began purposely clenching around him, the first squeeze prompting him to lay a smack on your ass, and the second one making his hips stutter against you. He could feel himself becoming lighter, a swirl of heat blooming in the bottom of his stomach.

“Nut in this pussy, baby. Let me feel it, please” You begged hopelessly, doing your best to keep a good hold on his dick until he released with a loud groan, grinding his hips into your ass. You could feel each and every spurt of his cum being released inside you, warmth and fullness is what laid in the bottom of your belly.

“Mmm, fuck” His hips bucked one last time before he was pulling out with a grunt, large hands gripped on your ass and spreading you apart to see what he had done to you.

“So pretty. Push it out” He demanded, and you abided by it, pushing his cum out of you until you no longer felt full.

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💌- I’m criiine, this was supposed to be a headcannon too- LMFAOAOA. and yall wonder why i take so long, lawd. i told yall, i cannot do shit right smh. Anyway! i hope you liked this, homegirl 😭 i also managed to get this out before my first college class so hallelujah! *does ring shout*. also this was the longest smut i wrote in a whiiile lmfao. a whole 3k+ words so yaaay! eb clap for henny and wish her luck on this class 😋

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eilishalways · 1 year ago

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all you wanna do is kiss me - pt 2

summary: a follow up to the first part 🤭

warnings: alcohol consumption & people being tipsy

a/n: I HOPE THIS ISNT BAD LMAOO

it was two nights after the grammys, and billie was fretting. you had given her your number at the end of the night, but billie was still too scared to text you. she lay in her bed, not knowing what to do. you were very nice about giving her your number - eager, almost, but billie was still too nervous? what if she said something weird? what if you didn’t want to talk to her? there were so many bad scenarios possible.

billie looked at the time. it was 5 to midnight. would you even be up? would you be asleep? were you talking to someone else? she was scared. very scared. she went downstairs and made herself some coffee, and sat at the breakfast table. she contemplated what to do. as she was scrolling through instagram, she saw you had made a new post. two images, both very risqué. the caption was just the telephone emoji. billie blushed, and took it as a sign to text you. so she did.

billie sent you a simple ‘hey’, not expecting you to reply till morning. but within five minutes you responded back with ‘who’s this?’. billie had forgotten that you had only given her your number, and you hadn’t exchanged them.

it’s billie

oh hey!! how are you?

i’m good, hbu?

the conversation continued well into the night. it was 4am when you finally said ‘look, i’ve gtg now. it’s really late.’ billie was sad but responded with ‘yeah it’s super late’. but before you went to sleep you asked her ‘would you like to come round to my house tomorrow? well, technically today.’ billie immediately typed back with ‘i’d love that’

sounds good. i’ll send you my address later. also - bring a swimsuit. we can get in my pool!

that sounds really nice! what time should i be there for?

uhhh, maybe at half 6 or 7? i’ll cook up a bit of dinner.

sounds great! see you then!

despite billie’s coolness over text, she was absolutely freaking out. dinner at your house??? getting in your pool???? she wasn’t able to sleep after that, too nervous to focus on anything else. thankfully she wasn’t doing anything that day, so she could try to figure out what to wear and should she bring anything.

fast forward to midday, billie was eating her lunch, still thinking over what she might wear? a tshirt and jeans? a dress? a jumper? the options were endless, but none seemed right. she couldn’t just ask you what to wear as well - that’d be weird. billie finished her lunch and went back up to her room to decide what to wear. as she opened her wardrobe, something caught her eye. a top she had worn from a concert she did in dublin, with marilyn monroe’s face as a pattern on it. she knew she’d wear it, but she had to find a swimsuit to wear first. she rifled through a drawer until she found a simple black one, nothing too special but nothing too drab either. she took off the pyjamas she was already wearing and stuck the swimsuit on. after that, she put on the top and paired it with some black shorts, nearly replicating the previous concert outfit.

five o’clock came quicker than billie thought, and soon after that she was on the way to your place. although you both lived in LA, you were pretty far from eachother. so billie decided to be safe rather than sorry & left early. when she got to the door, she hesitated to knock. your place was so big & modern that she was slightly intimidated by it. but after a minute of careful consideration, she knocked. you answered the door in seconds, dressed in a short dress. billie’s heart skipped a beat as you led her inside. she followed you to the kitchen, where she smelled the familiar aroma of her favourite noodle soup.

“i followed the recipe from your insta highlight,” you said, “so i hope it’s alright. i’m sure you make it better than i do.” billie thanked you for the meal as you both sat down at the table and began to eat. you talked about a lot of things… the grammys, the media, upcoming tours, etc. billie found herself falling more and more in love as the conversation went on. about 20 minutes later, billie finished her noodles at the same time you did, and again thanked you for it. you smiled and said it was no bother. “how do you fancy getting in the pool now?” you asked. “that sounds really good,” billie smiled, “i’ve got my swimsuit on under this, actually.” your smile lit up even further as you replied “i do too!”

you both got out of your clothes and hopped into the pool. “its so warm.” billie remarked. “yeah, i have heaters in it.” you said smiling. billie looked you up and down, in awe of your swimsuit that made you look like a goddess. you swam around together for a while before you left the pool, saying you’d be back in a minute. “ok, see ya in a minute.” billie replied, wondering what you were doing. billie was surprised when you came back with two wine glasses, and a bottle of a really expensive red wine. “wow,” billie said, “is this for us?” “well, who else would it be for?” you laughed. you poured the wine into the glasses, and handed billie one. she took a sip, and watched as you did the same. “it’s really good,” billie commented, “don’t think i’ve had this before.”

as the evening went on, you and billie drank more wine, and slowly got more tipsy. you smiled at billie as she told you about a song she was in the middle of recording, her face lighting up in excitement. “you’re so pretty.” you said abruptly without a warning. billie blushed. “so are you.” she responded, the alcohol making her more confident. “like- really pretty,” you went on, “super pretty.” billie didn’t know how to respond. being complimented by the woman she had a massive crush on? she was blushing like mad. “i could- i could just kiss you.” you said, a smirk on your face. billie didn’t respond as a shocked expression took over her face. you waited a few seconds before leaning in and kissing her. billie kissed back immediately, setting her glass on the side of the pool. you kissed her passionately, and she did the same. you continued like that for a while, until you were making out with eachother.

“wow.” was all billie said. “you’re a good kisser.” you remarked, a hand still on billie’s cheek. “i- i really liked that. like, really liked that.” billie confessed. “me too.” you smirked, before leaning in to kiss her again.

#billie eilish #billie eilish x reader #eilishalways

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coolprettyleo · 5 months ago

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it's me, hi! I'm the problem it's me! - connor bedard ☆

wc: 1.5k

tw: angst. rooting for the anti-hero. villain arc? self-destructing

ryan leonard x ex! hughes sister oc

connor bedard x hughes sister oc

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frankie found that the older she got, she never got wiser.

everything happened so fast. she was in the midst of getting ready for her very first appearance with connor in tears. she hadn't spoken to him since this morning when she walked out of the room with her tail between her legs, and she honestly couldn't believe he agreed to do this. she couldn't belive she agreed to do this. I mean, what was she doing? she didn't know if she was dodging a bullet or losing the love of her life.

"can I come in?" she heard her mother knock on the door before opening the door.

"yeah. is this cute?" she asked with swollen eyes as her mother looked at her with sad eyes.

"of course. you sure you want to go through with this?" ellen asked, studying her daughter. she knew she couldn't possibly be okay. she had jumped head-first into ryan, and her daughter normally never did that.

"I don't even know," she said before sitting on the bed and putting her head in her hands as she cried, wondering when the hell her life began to lose all its meaning. before her mother came next to her to wrap her in a much-needed hug.

"you don't have to go through with this if you don't want too. I'll stand behind any decision you make, beautiful," her mom said as she wiped her tears.

"It's just- ryan. mom, I can't believe it's over. I haven't even had time to mourn him; everything's just been so crazy, and it's all feeling really real," frankie said, sniffling as her mother continued to hold her.

"I think you need to communicate this to connor so he doesn't get confused. i also think you need to speak to ryan before the photos drop tonight" her mother told her.

"i know. i just haven't talked to him since we broke up, and I don't even know if he'd answer"

"he loved you a lot. i think he would" ellen told her as she nodded trying to pull herself together.

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frankie was waiting for the car to come pick her up from the hotel with connor in it. with shaky hands she dialed ryans number and felt her heart in her ass.

“frankie?” Ryan said confusingly over loud music. he was at a party.

“hi ryan” she answered with a deep breath

“what’s going on? are you okay?” he asked worriedly. even though he ended things he knew he’d always still care for the girl.

“yeah im fine” lie. she was anything but fine ever since that night.

“oh, well what’s going on” he asked hoping she wasn’t calling to beg him. he knew he’d give in and saw how amazing she had been doing without him. she was better off.

“i need to tell you something can you talk?” she asked still hearing the music.

“uhm— now’s not really a good time” he said. he was currently at a party with a busty blonde on his lap trying to oh so desperately forget about frankie.

ryan had done the opposite of frankie after the breakup. while she worked till she quite literally dropped, ryan also worked but still found time for hookups. he had actually gone back out that night she left in DC and made out with a girl that couldn’t be more different than the youngest hughes. he knew frankie would lose her shit if she ever found out.

“I really need to tell you this right now ryan” she said desperately as she saw connors text about him being five minutes away.

“why? it can’t wait till tomorrow?” he snapped a bit.

he had been holding a lot of resentment for the girl ever since the breakup believing she was the reason he had to end things. why hadn’t he been enough for her?

“no, because I need you to remember I’m a human being after what you’re going to see tomorrow,” she said with tears stinging her eyes.

he didn’t know what to expect so he pushed to blonde off of him and went to a quieter corner.

“okay. what is it?” he asked not wanting to know the answer.

“I’ve been seeing connor bedard and we’re set to make our first appearance tonight. It’ll be in the tabloids by the morning” she said in one breath waiting for ryan to say something but he hadn’t known what to possibly say to that.

“ryan? please say something” she said in a small voice.

“I don’t— i don’t know what you want me to say. good for you,” he said, feeling like crying, but he wasn’t going to do that.

“i’m sorry. I love you ryan, i do. I think I always will, but I just thought it’d be better to hear it from me.” she said, feeling her tears drop down her cheeks.

“how long have you been seeing him?” he asked.

the question she was hoping he wouldn’t ask. the NDA she and the connors team had come up with said that they’d been seeing each other for the past two months, meaning ryan would think it overlapped with their relationship. she couldn’t tell him that it was fake, so the end really was near.

“we’ve been speaking for two months. but ryan-“

“wait—were you cheating on me?” he asked as she took a deep breath.

“no. but-“

“I can’t believe this. there are no 'buts,' frankie! while I was fighting for our relationship, you had already checked out with another guy? are you serious?” he asked, pissed.

“don’t say you fought for anything ryan. because you didn’t,” she said, beginning to get pissed off.

“yeah, whatever. have a nice life, frankie,” he said with a sarcastic laugh before hanging up.

leaving frankie to stand there shocked. it seemed like Ryan had finally gotten tired of all her scheming. She knew he'd be mad, but she really thought she could some way get through to him. she just felt so stupid because the only reason she agreed to do this whole thing was because she was trying not to lose him for good, but she managed to do just that. even worse.

but poor frankie would always be the girl she's always been. she'd rather stare directly at the sun but never into the mirror, afraid of what she'd see in the reflection. making it exhausting to anyone who cared for her.

"the car's here. you ready?" jack asked, peeking his head into the room to see his sister in tears.

"yeah," she said, wiping her tears as jack looked at her with sad eyes. the exact same ones her mother had given her about two hours before.

"franks, you don't have to do this," he said cautiously.

"I want to," she said, looking at her reflection in the mirror, fluffing up her hair before walking past him. she was done feeling like shit over a guy. It was her time to shine, and her little heart knew it.

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connor sat next to her nervously, playing with his watch as he tried not to make eye contact with the three hughes that sat across him and were giving him a death stare as they drove to the club.

"relax," frankie said, grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers as she settled it on her lap with a smile.

he turned to look at her as her blue eyes looked into his. it all felt right to him, and he knew this was fake, but something was telling him it could turn into more, and he'd be stupid to not jump on that bandwagon.

"get a room," luke gagged from across them, breaking their little moment.

"shut up. I can still tell the bouncer you're not with me," she threatened as he glared at her.

"still can't believe my baby sister can do that," jack said, chuckling as they laughed.

they soon pulled up in front of the place as her brothers got out.

"you ready?" she asked connor with a smile.

"not really," he answered honestly.

"if you don't want to do this, we don't have to," she said, wanting to make sure he was comfortable. She never wanted to drag him into her little games, and she was afraid this was going to be her biggest one yet.

"no i want to," he said standing up and stepping out of the car as the flashes began to go off. she smiled before accepting his hand and stepped out with the help of connor with a picture-perfect smile.

if the cameras had already been going off, it times that by one hundred. the photographer's fingers never left the capture button, afraid they were going to miss a moment of the newest 'it couple'.

their fingers laced as connor pulled her into the club, not before looking back at her with a smile as she looked up at him capturing the perfect tabloid picture.

#nhl imagine #nhl imagines #hockey fic #ryan leonard #bc hockey #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes fluff #jack hughes imagine #luke hughes imagine #connor bedard x oc #connor bedard x reader #connor bedard #connor bedard fic #boston college #connor bedard imagine #frankie x ryan #connor x frankie

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iknowher · 30 days ago

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⠀⠀⠀⠀🍬ㅤ۫ ⠀𝓣rick or 𝓣reat 𝓓ick ࣪ ᚐ ִ

art by @ baobei_bu on tmblr.

🎃ㅤ♰ ㅤ˙ㅤsum. ㅤbored before a halloween party, you summon a demon for fun. to your surprise, incubus!gojo appears, offering you a tempting choice: "trick or dick?" 👻ㅤ♰ ㅤ˙ㅤcw.ㅤsmut (18+), squirting, semen.. reader is described female, mentions about demonic rituals 😈ㅤ♰ ㅤ˙ㅤwc.ㅤ1,1k 𓉸 𓈒ㅤmy* note: the person who drew the art is so goated fr

you looked at the clock.. still a couple hours to go till the halloween party officially began. you decided the best way to endorse your time was to do a dare, of course! you went on google: how to summon demons… you figured out that it was probably fake, but it wouldn’t hurt to try. first step was to kill a stranger?? yeah no. you still had a couple of red crayons from kindergarten, and you drew a baphomet symbol. safe to say it didn’t even look remotely to what you were supposed to draw. now you just need 4 candles! good thing you hoarded bath&body candles like no tomorrow. wow, you were finally done— and the aroma spread through the whole house! time for the actual incantation… te invoco a profundus inferni… no response.. wait— is there seriously an earthquake? the whole vicinity shook around you, you were sure the earth was gonna collapse at how hard it was shaking. good thing it only lasted a few seconds. it was a strange occurrence, sure, but something else was in front of you. did it actually work?! but it was no ordinary demon now that’d be boring. you noticed a man in front of you with a sly smirk. he had white, frosty hair and blue eyes. not to mention the slutty outfit he had on. a latex bodysuit with a heart cut-out, there were no sleeves— so you could see the absolutely toned arms. his horns were a gradient of purple to black and the tip of his tail was heart-shaped. actually, you both were kind of matching— you had the same outfit, but with fake horns and tail of course. you guys were giving couple goals! anywho, his eyes dropped from your boobs heart cut-out back to your face. ‘’what? you decided to dress up as me for halloween?’’ he teased you, ‘’i’m quite endeared.’’ you furrow your eyebrows, you just found the costume at a walmart. ‘’no? i didn’t even know you existed.’’ you couldn’t help but admit he was certainly attractive, and the bulge in his probably-too-tight bodysuit was a bit too noticeable… ‘’well, human, since you summoned me and awakened me from my eternal slumber..’’ he thought for a moment, placing one finger on his chin. ‘’trick or dick?’’ you were confused, what type of question was that? normally it was trick or treat. however.. you couldn’t help but consider that he didn’t look like an ordinary demon, he had a purple and pink color scheme— instead of the normal black and red. ‘’what are you?’’ you asked blatantly. ‘’oh.. mortals nowadays… i’m an incubus.’’ what did he just say? in-cum-us? you clenched your thighs together, rubbing against your core. ‘’omg.. are you stupid or stupid. i’m a sex demon, silly.’’ he slowly stepped up to you, ‘’so, answer me.. trick or dick?’’ you gulped, looking around.. it wouldn’t hurt to do it once, and you’d have to wait for that party anyways.. so, ‘’dick.’’

now, somehow, you’re here on the couch with him on top of you. you were stripped of all your clothes, besides your horns, since he said that it was ‘’cute’’. surprisingly enough, for a sex demon, he took things gentle in the beginning. but it wasn’t long before you pleaded him to go faster. ‘’faster.. ‘s too slow.’’ he rolled his eyes, ‘’foolish.. okay.’’ he picked up the pace by quite a lot, his thick and long shaft reached every area, as if your pussy was practically molded for him. he couldn’t help but also pay attention to your tits, fondling them. you couldn’t keep in your moans, your neighbors probably heard.. whatever, you whimpered.. ‘’i’m close..’’ his smirk turned into a grin. as he started rubbing your clit, it didn’t take long till you cummed. cum x1. oh.. how did we get here? you were on your knees, begging him to let you suck him off. he agreed hesitantly, but that’s ‘cause he didn’t wanna moan more than you. your tongue licked the sides, and he already let out the most sluttiest mewl ever. you finally began sucking him off, his hand coming on top of your head to pull on your hair. sure, it did hurt, but you kinda liked it..! the tip of his cock kept hitting the back of your throat, and let’s just say your gag reflex is absolutely ass. soon enough, he let out a mewl, putting his hand on the back of your head to make you go faster. he cummed in your mouth.. he offered you a tissue to spit it on, thank god because you didn’t wanna swallow up his seed.

cum x2.. and now he was sitting between your thighs, your legs spread out and all. he wondered how many fingers you could take. he put his index finger in your hole, quickly clenching around it. your pussy reacting to him, i mean— he was much better than you masturbating to cringe hentai, you got shivers remembering. he pulled out his finger to replace with his tongue, and it felt extraordinary, you weren’t good at having intercourse at all, he already figured it out. he swirled his tongue around your sensitive nub, it sending electric currents throughout your whole body. you kept letting out groaning, till the point he had to tell you to quiet down ‘’a little bit’’. the moment he put two fingers in and hitting your g-spot.. you knew you were doomed. he was bringing you immense pleasure, till the point that you.. cummed.. well, it felt a lot different.. it felt wetter. the wetness came onto most of his face, and he was shocked, for a moment. ‘’did you.. squirt?’’ before you could apologize, he let out a chuckle.

cum x3...?

well, the story goes like this… when an incubus makes a girl cum 3 times.. he can collect your soul, in old demon fashion. you didn’t even have time to react, you sold your soul for some good ol’ sex, and now god knows what happened to you. a few hours after the halloween party began, your friends knocked on your door, i mean, you had planned to meet up with them. knock.. knock.. knock. but alas, no answer— your body was an empty husk now. all for a little dare!

TRICK OR TREAT DICK?

♡ㅤ˒ㅤ666ㅤwork by @ iknowher ,, do not plagiarize! ..ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ˢᵘᵏᵘⁿᵃ

#jujutsu #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #jjk #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #smut #jjk smut #kinktober #oneshot #fem reader #iknowher #art by baobei-bu

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gav1whore9 · 2 years ago

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Omg this was actually a request for a cock warming smut but I accidentally deleted it so I’m very sorry but here it is.

(Also the Spanish part of the story is from Google translator so I’m sorry if I get anything wrong)

I also wanna say that I haven’t been aktiv since school just started but I will give my best and continue writing for our boyfriend😉. Enjoy 💕🧚🏼‍♂️

gavi was at an event today but i didn't really want to go plus I had to prepare a few things for work so i stayed at home

actually i had planned to stay awake and wait for gavi to come home so i laid down on the couch and continued watching my series. because of all the work and the stress i fell asleep on the couch after a while, it was around midnight so i gave up hope that gavi is still coming . i thought that he was too drunk to drive and that he is sleeping over at pedris (wouldn’t be the first time) and that was my last thought before I fell asleep.

Gavis pov:

It was around 1 in the morning when I came back home I didn’t actually planned on staying that long but the team wouldn’t let me leave. I fell a little bad though because I let y/n stay at home the whole night she was probably asleep already. Even though I’ve been with my team the whole night I just couldn’t stop thinking about her at after a bit I got really horny and that just by the thought of her so I was kind of hoping that she I still awake

Y/ns pov:

It was like an hour later when I heard the sound of keys at our apartment door but I immediately knew that it was him but I didn’t stand up I just pretended like I was still asleep and then I heard him come into our room, the first thing he said was “oh, mi niña bonita, siento mucho que hayas esperado tanto„

I wanted to answer because that was so cute but something said to me to just keep pretending like I was sleeping. After that I could hear that he started to undress him self since he was still wearing his outside clothes, but then he said something that shocked me and made me wish I wasn’t this tired

“you don't know how much i wished you were still awake my thoughts were with you the whole time, your body and the way you scream my name while i fuck you”

I can not wait for tomorrow because then I will give him what he was craving for this whole night

As he laid in bad with me he kissed me in the head I could feel his hard cock against my ass though. but then he pulled me even closer to him and I moaned on accident

“bonita, lo siento mucho, no quise despertarte„

“it’s okay Pablo I don’t mind, you know if it would help you sleep better you can put it in me„

He turned me around so he could look at me

“You mean like cock warming?”

“Yeah pablito but only if you want and with the rest I will help you tomorrow”

Of course hermosa you don’t even know I’m so hard for you that it’s starting to hurt”

“I know Pablo now just put it in in might help a little”

I only had a long tshirt and panties on I didn't have a bra

I then pulled down his boxers when his dick sprung up and hit his stomach.

I took my panties of and slid down on his dick

“Ahh shit hermosa i love you so much”

“I love you to bonito good night”

It felt so good having him inside of me I could fell his pulse in side of my pussy

Pablo sighed so few Times and then It didn’t took us long till we both had fallen asleep

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itmeansiris · 3 months ago

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The Solar System Legacy Challenge: Flight to Hell Gen 1 pt.41

Kason arrives at the airport and Paris meets him at the front. They hurry through checkin and TSA. Paris is unusally quite until they get to their gate.

Paris: OK, So I'm thinking when we land we can head to the hotel drop our bags and then find a bar we don't have to be to the Newcrest office until 12pm tomorrow and we should land by 4pm giving us plenty of time, have you ever been to Newcrest I haven't I hear it's not too far from San Myshuno maybe an hour and a half drive we could rent a car and head into the city to visit the San myshuno spire ( @lesmana-enterprise-ltd) I hear its amazing they have this Japanese restuarant that I always wanted to try.

Kason: (Did she even breathe) Paris we're going for work, not for fun. Besides the flight doesn't land till 5pm, and it’s another hours drive to the Hotel.

She plops down on the seat beside him with a thud.

Paris: Kay please! That still leaves us plenty of time to find somewhere in Newcrest.

Kason: I've told you to call me Kason. Second if you want to go out you’re more than welcome to.

Paris: I DON’T WANT TO GO OUT ALONE!

She jumped up and shrieked. Kason rubs his temples in frustration.

Kason: if I wanted to deal with tantrums I could have stayed home.

He mumbled under his breath.

Paris: What?

Kason: Nothing. Like I said if you want to go out that’s fine..-

His phone rings.

Paris: Your wife?

Kason: I’m gonna take this.

He walks away without answering her question.

Kason: Hey M. Hold on for a second

She hears shuffling then a sigh.

Kason: So much for their Star employee. They’re flying us couch.

M laughs.

M: You know Greg he probably doesn’t want to spoil the interns. Remember when you started, he made Raj ride the train with you all the way to Willows Creek from San Myshuno.

Kason: If that man had shoved me on a train for 3 days with Paris so help me watcher I would have murdered him. Thus why I’ll happily accept any flight.

M: I miss you already. How are things with Paris, are your ears bleeding yet?

Kason: You have no idea. I miss you more M, but I’ll be home soon. I’m sorry I know this trip wasn’t ideal.

M: Don’t apologize, your doing your job and Greg has been wonderful from the time you started. He’s worked with us at every turn, the least I can do is not make his best employee feel good about it.

She was making light of the situation but there was a deep sated sadness behind her words. They hadn’t been apart since before they moved in together. At least not for long periods of time, and definitely not since the kids were born.

Kason: Thank you M, I know it’s…

Paris: Hey Kay, they’re calling our gate.

He nods his head at her.

Kason: M give me a few minutes we’re broading.

Mercury hears Kasons voice in the background.

Kason: Thanks, and I told you Kason is fine.

The line grows clear as he brings the phone back to him

Kason: Sorry M. Looks like we’re about to take off.

M: Who’s kay?

She’s asked confused.

She could practically hear his eyes roll

Kason: Don’t ask… this is gonna be a long 3 days. I love you M, I’ll be home soon.

M: Have a safe flight, I love you Kason.

Kason: I’ll call when I get to the hotel.

The line disconnects

Paris: Your wife?

Cautiously he answers

Kason: Yeah

Paris: She’s pretty.

Kason: How would you..

Paris: I saw her picture on your phone earlier. It was of her and your newest baby. Atleast I assumed it was her.

Kason: Yeah that’s Mercury and our son Zohreh.

Paris: Cute name, the baby I mean.

She adds quickly.

Kason: Thank you

Paris: What are your other kids names?

He slightly lifts his eyebrows in question but she waited patiently.

Kason: The triplets are Aphrodite, Venus and Ishtar.

Paris: You’re young to be married and family. I bet it will be nice to get away from your wife and kids for a couple days. Can’t be easy on you at home with a wife that doesn’t work, plus kids. Must be like an escape for you. We’re definitely finding a bar after we get settled.

Kason turns to Paris his voice cold.

Kason: M doesn’t work because she doesn’t have to. I don’t know how you know that but I’d ask that you don’t speak about my kids or my wife, you don’t know anything about them.

Paris: If you say so, but you’ll thank me after though.

She turns to look out the window. Kason shakes his head angrily, but thanks the Watcher for the small things, Paris doesn’t say another word till they land.

Paris: Do you know how to get to the hotel Kay?

He stops her in the aisle.

Kason: My name is Kason. Yes I know how to get to the hotel and let me remind you now that we’re here. No, I am here to work, nothing else.

Leaving nothing open for discussion he leaves to claim their things before they head to the hotel.

#sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 story #sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 screenshots #solar system legacy challenge #sims 4 romance #itmeansiris #gen 1 #sims 4 lovestruck

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thedreamworldlibrary · 5 months ago

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Nothing Bad Happens Chap. 6-Body Swap

This chapter was based on an idea I had that ended up being drawn by @derpygirl-draws from the WTDW crew. Basically, Sara and Wiatt swap bodies thanks to some mishap. I wanted to write this idea, but wanted to wait till NBH was fully planned and developed before anything else.

This is just some of the randomness in this Au. There’s going to be a lot more later on. On top of angst and other things.

Big thanks to @gigilefache

Enjoy!

Sara made it to Dreamworld early in the morning, before her fellow founders made it in. She wanted to continue her research to break free from Litho’s spell. Last night, she almost got caught by Lewis, who overheard her being released from Litho’s control.

The night before…

Lewis was done, brushing his teeth, and was in his pajamas ready to get some sleep. As he passed Sara’s room, he heard the girl let out a yell. Concerned he knocked on his best friend’s door.

“S-Sara?” Lewis asked.

“L-Lewis?” Sara replied.

Lewis opened the door slowly to see Sara sitting on the floor holding her chest. “Darling, are you ok?” He asked.

“Y-Yeah. Just jolted in my sleep.” She lied.

The male founder sighed, “Sounds like you woke up from a bad dream or something.” He commented.

“N–No it wasn’t.” She reassured her friend.

Lewis wasn’t convinced and put a hand on Sara’s shoulder.

The female founder gave a small smile, “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

In Lewis’s gut, he felt something was wrong with Sara, but it was getting late and he decided to talk to her about it tomorrow. He helped her get up before leaving her room to get some sleep.

“Night darling,” Lewis said, closing the door.

“Y-Yeah. Good night.” Sara replied, rubbing her arm.

Sara sighed, her hands covering her face, “why do you love ruining my life.” She said to herself. She looked at the bookshelf in her office and glared knowing Litho handed her some books to introduce herself on souls and essences.

“There must be something to defeat you,” Sara said as she rummaged through books, going through page after page to find info on how to stop beings like Litho.

As she was looking, a crystal-clean hand mirror dropped onto the ground. Surprisingly not shatter from the height it was dropped.

Sara kneeled down and picked up the mirror and examined it. To her surprise, it featured her reflection on both sides.

“Wow! It’s beautiful.” Sara commented.

However, she wondered what Litho was doing holding onto a mirror like this. It didn’t seem fitting for a demon like him, but knowing how he’s been around for hundreds of years this might’ve been a trophy from one of his victims.

The female founder put the mirror on her desk and decided to go through the first book to find out how to protect herself from Litho’s control.

After a few hours of nothing, but the same info on souls and essences, Sara gave up throwing her book at the wall the same time Wiatt opened the door to her office.

“Woah!” Wiatt exclaimed, surprised. He turned to the female founder who went straight to her computer and did work. “I didn’t expect you to be this cranky in the morning.”

“Don’t tease me, Wiatt,” Sara warned. “I’m trying to break out of Litho’s possession, but every book I read has nothing!”

Wiatt sat down across from Sara, interested in hearing this. “There’s a way to stop him?” He asked.

“Yes! Do you think he’s going to possess me forever? No! There’s got to be some information he’s keeping away from anyone so I can keep being his puppet forever.” Sara explained.

Wiatt’s eyes glanced at the mirror and picked it up. “So, what does this mirror have to do with it?” He asked.

“Nothing. I just found it while going through all these books.” Sara answered, grabbing the mirror from the mechanic.

Wiatt glared and took the mirror back from Sara, “why would Litho have a mirror? Especially one so fancy?”

Sara grabbed the mirror, and soon the two were tugging on it. “Look, I don’t know, okay!” She shouted. “Maybe it belonged to one of the people he possessed.”

“Well if you think about it, maybe you shouldn’t mess with it?” Wiatt snapped back. “Have you seen any horror movies?”

“I have! But I’m not going to be the stupid one to mess with it!”

“Well, you're certainly being stupid right now, tugging on it!”

The more they tugged on it, a red glow appeared from the handle of the mirror leading to the reflection. Wiatt and Sara froze staring at the mirror as their eyes glowed red before turning back to their normal color. The two looked at each other confused.

“Uh… what just happened?” Sara asked. She loosened her hand from the mirror and stepped back, “And why am I facing my own body?”

“I should say the same thing,” Wiatt replied, but when he spoke, Sara’s mouth was moving. The two stared at each other for a second, before looking at their outfits and saw they were wearing each other’s outfits. They saw one of them grow a bit taller while the other shrunk a little. Soon, it hit them.

The two switched bodies.

Sara and Wiatt let out a scream, which caught the attention of Lewis and Oliver, who were just coming in for the day.

“That sounded like Sara!” Oliver exclaimed.

“And Wiatt!” Lewis added. He then booked it to Sara’s office hoping his boyfriend and best friend were okay.

Speaking of the duo, they were freaking out over the whole thing. “No! No!” Sara cried. “This is hell! This is fucking hell!”

“Oh, you think THIS is hell?!” Wiatt yelled. “I’m in your body!”

“I think being in your body is worse!” Sara replied, crossing her arms.

Wiatt glared and was ready to punch Sara, but stopped realizing that even though Sara was in his body, he’d be punching his own body. “Wait, would this hurt you or me?” He asked.

“Me more than you,” Sara replied.

Wiatt sighed, but he got an idea. “Wait. This may hurt, but I have an idea of how we can get back to our bodies.” He said.

“What’s the idea?” Sara asked, nervously.

“Go to one end of the office and I’ll be at the other end.”

Sara groaned as she walked over to the other end of her office. She wasn’t sure what Wiatt was planning, but she knew it would be a bad idea. “Wiatt.”

“Relax, I saw this in a movie.” He said. Seeing that he and Sara were at one end of the office. “Alright, when I count to three you and I are gonna run, bump into each other and we should be back in our bodies.”

Sara glared at the boy inside her body. “Wiatt this is the most stupid thing you thought of!” She yelled.

“You got any other plans?” Wiatt asked.

Sara opened her mouth and realized she didn’t have any, which caused Wiatt to smirk.

“Thought so,” Wiatt said.

“Fuck you,” Sara grumbled.

Wiatt glared, and decided to ignore Sara’s comment to focus on getting their original bodies back. “Okay ready?” Wiatt asked. Sara nodded in reply. “One.”

“Two,” Sara added.

“Three!” The two said and the two started to run into each other.

Lewis opened the door and his eyes widened seeing Wiatt and Sara running towards each other. “What are you two doing?!” He yelled.

“Lewis?!” Sara and Wiatt exclaimed, surprised to see him arrive. They were so astonished that they didn’t realize they rammed into each other hard and ended up passing out on the ground.

Lewis flinched and looked down at his best friend and boyfriend in disbelief, “What were you two thinking?!” He asked. The two didn’t respond as they were still knocked out. Looking around Sara’s office he saw a mirror sitting on her desk. He wondered if that’s why the two were fighting over it which was childish if you think about it. “Well, until you two learn to be nice to one another I’m taking this.” He then took the mirror from Sara’s desk and left her office.

Not a moment too soon, Sara and Waitt groaned, slowly getting up. “Did it work?” Sara asked.

Wiatt rubbed his head and saw he was still wearing Sara’s clothes, “nope.” He answered.

Sara sighed, “I knew it. I knew your idea wouldn’t work!” She yelled.

“Well sorry! I just want to get out of your body as soon as possible!” Waitt snapped back.

“How do you think I feel?”

Wiatt sighed, and had to think this through. “Okay, we swapped bodies because of that stupid mirror you had, right?” He asked.

“Right,” Sara replied.

“So…why don’t we-” Wiatt was cut off seeing the mirror was gone. He looked around for the mirror and saw it was gone. “Uh…someone took the mirror.”

“Well for the love of fuck!” Sara yelled as she slammed her head on the wall.

Wiatt flinched, knowing Sara was hurting his body just by doing that. “Okay, now.” He said.

“Sorry,” Sara grumbled.

“Okay then, till we find the mirror. I guess we’re stuck like this.” Wiatt said.

Sara groaned, “I can’t be doing your job, Wiatt.”

Wiatt smirked, “On the bright side, I’m not with guests and your job seems pretty easy.”

The female founder’s eyes twitched as she let out a laugh. A pretty scary horrific laugh that made Wiatt’s blood run cold. He stepped back as Sara continued laughing before she pinned him to the wall. “Don’t you dare say my job is easy?” She said, growling. “You think being a founder and the boss of this facility is easy? Ha! You’d be thankful we made you a mechanic, because you’ll see it yourself, Wiatt. My job is not easy.”

Wiatt felt horrified, not because it was Sara being scary, but being scary in his own body. He never thought that Sara controlling him would be worse than a horror movie.

Sara slowly backed away from the man in her body before walking out of her office, ready to work on Wiatt’s job.

Looking at Wiatt’s list of things to do today, it seems it’s only to check the pipes at Seaventure and check the go-karts at the Racetrack. “See, easy enough.” She said. She grabbed Wiatt’s tool belt and put it on, only for it to slip and fall. With a sigh, she put it on, tightly and grabbed a wrench from the tool belt. “Alright, let’s do this.” She threw the wrench in the air and tried to catch it only for it to hit her in the head. She cried in pain holding her head, and looked to see she drew blood.

Before going to work, Sara had to grab a bandaid and hoped Wiatt wouldn’t notice she injured him.

Meanwhile, Wiatt was working on Sara’s computer and saw all the files she had on there. Most seemed to be business stuff, while some focused on Litho, Souls, and Essence, and a random file that had photos of her, Lewis, and Oliver. He was curious and decided to dig through the Litho folder first.

The folder contained notes and news reports about sightings of Litho, or his crimes, which made Wiatt smile. “Okay, let’s start here.” He said. The mechanic looked around for a notepad and started to write notes on the matter.

At Seaventure, Audrey, Pen, and Lisa watched “Wiatt” struggle to fix the pipes in Seaventure. They cringed seeing “Wiatt”, not knowing that Sara was inside his body, struggled with fixing the pipes. Audrey knew Wiatt never had problems with fixing pipes.

“Is it me, or is Wiatt acting strange today?” Pen asked.

“No, he’s acting strange,” Audrey answered. She then saw “Wiatt” struggle trying to tighten the pipes, which concerned the three workers. “Uh, Waitt do you need help buddy?”

“No! I got it!” Sara replied. She tightened the last pipe and smiled showing she could do it. “There perfect!”

Seconds later, another pipe started to leak and Sara’s eyes widened knowing she did something wrong.

“Maybe!” Sara called out.

“Oh brother,” Lisa sighed, putting a hand on her face and shaking her head.

Away from the chaos, Lewis was in his office working on another round of paperwork while also glancing at the mirror he grabbed from Sara’s office. “Why would you two darlings be fighting over this?” He asked himself.

A knock on his door caused him to put the mirror down and used the stack of papers on his desk. “Come in, darling.” Lewis spoke up.

The door opened to reveal Oliver and his younger twin siblings, Ben and Liz. “Hi, Lewis!” The twins exclaimed at the same time.

“Hello you two,” Lewis said. “What brings you in today?”

“Eric brought them in, they hadn’t been to the facility in a few months, so I figured having them have fun today,” Oliver explained.

Lewis smiled, “it’s great to see the two of you again.” He said.

Liz giggled, “It’s great to see you too, Lewis!” She replied.

“Man, we missed this place!” Ben beamed as he sat on one of Lewis’s chairs in his office. “School kept us from coming here.”

Lewis and Oliver chuckled, but soon the latter remembered something on his way here. “Uh…Lewis,”

“Yes, darling?” Lewis asked.

“Have you checked up on Wiatt since you came in?”

“Yeah, he and Sara are fine. I think.” Lewis replied. “They did something stupid over this,” he then showed his fellow founder the mirror, which caught the attention of Liz.

“Oooh.” She beamed, her eyes sparkling at the sight.

Oliver titled his head, “a mirror?” He asked.

Lewis nodded, “yeah, I don’t know why they would ram into each other for this?”

Oliver shrugged and continued on what he was going to tell Lewis. “Well, Wiatt isn’t doing his job well.” He admitted.

The other founder blinked, “what do you mean darling?” Lewis asked.

Liz got up and wanted to get a closer look at the mirror as the male founders continued to talk.

“Well, he’s having trouble fixing pipes at Seaventure and now he’s struggling at the Racetrack with the go-karts.” Oliver explained.

“That’s odd.” Lewis replied. “Normally Wiatt is good at fixing pipes and he knows how to fix go-karts the people over at the Racetrack taught him a few days ago.”

Lewis and Oliver thought of why Wiatt could be so out of loop today. As they thought, Liz took the mirror from Lewis’s desk and started to look at her reflection. “Lewis, could I have this?” Liz asked.

“You’ll have to ask Sara, darling. I found it in her office.” Lewis said.

Lizz pouted, “aww.” she said. “But it’s so pretty.” The female twin played around with the mirror.

Lewis sighed, “Indeed it is darling.” He said.

Liz kept her gaze on the mirror and kept flipping it from side to side, but she ended up dropping it. Lewis saw and soon the two caught it at the same time. The two let out a sigh, seeing the mirror didn’t shatter.

“That was a close one, huh darling,” Lewis said.

Liz chuckled, “Y-yeah.” She added.

Soon, Oliver and Ben looked at the mirror and saw it was glowing. “Uh, Lewis. Liz.” Oliver said.

“You may want to look at the mirror,” Ben added.

The two looked at the mirror and saw it glow red, before their eyes glowed red for a bit before turning back to normal. Liz and Lewis blinked for a bit confused at what happened.

“Woah. That was weird!” Liz exclaimed, but she spoke in Lewis’s body.

“Indeed it was darling,” Lewis added, but he spoke in Liz’s body.

Oliver and Ben’s mouths dropped at the same time hearing “Liz” speak in a British accent, and “Lewis” sounded higher pitched than usual. Not even a second later, Lewis and Liz realized this and looked at each other shocked.

“D-Darling, are you…” Lewis’s voice trailed off.

“In my body!?” Liz exclaimed.

The two let out a loud scream, which was heard from Sara’s office. Wiatt sighed wondering if it was Sara screwing something up in his body or someone found the mirror and body swapped with someone.

Lewis and Liz were still in shock and looked at each other. Lewis, due to being in a body without his glasses, had to squint and get a close-up of his body. Liz blinked in confusion, “uh what are you doing?” She asked.

“I can’t see well,” Lewis answered.

Liz realized she didn’t need Lewis’s glasses while in his body and took them off and handed them to the male founder. He sighed in relief when putting on the glasses as he could see better. “That’s better.”

Ben got up and went over to the two and looked at the mirror. “Oliver. I think I found the answer to why Wiatt is acting weird.” He said. The three turned to the 12-year-old boy, “Lewis, you said you found this in Sara’s office and Sara and Wiatt fighting over this?”

Lewis nodded, “that’s correct darling.”

“So you think Sara and Wiatt swapped bodies?” Liz asked.

Ben nodded in reply.

Lewis thought for a second, and realized that makes sense why “Wiatt” was acting weird. It wasn’t Wiatt, but Sara in his body trying to do his job. “You know that makes sense, darling.” He said.

The male Acrimony twin smiled, but that turned into a smirk realizing there’s a mirror that can swap bodies. He imagined the kind of pranks he could pull off swapping bodies with the other workers at Dreamworld.

Oliver sensed what Ben was about to do, and quickly snatched the mirror away from him. “Not on my watch!” He exclaimed.

“Come on Oliver!” Ben exclaimed, trying to grab the mirror from his older brother.

“No, Ben! You're not swapping bodies with anyone here!” Oliver yelled, keeping the mirror away from his younger brother.

Ben grabbed the mirror from Oliver, and the two tugged on it before the same fate happened to them. Upon being swapped, Oliver looked to see he was in his younger brother’s body and was panicking.

“Oh no. Oh no!” Oliver cried.

Ben on the other hand saw he was older and taller, which made him smile and laugh. “Fuck yeah! I’m the oldest now!” He cheered.

“B-Ben. T-This isn’t funny. Please let’s switch back.” Oliver begged.

“No way! This is awesome!” Ben cheered.

Oliver sighed and decided to get serious, but still was nervous knowing this was his little brother, “A-As your older brother! I’m telling you-”

Ben cut his older brother off, “Older brother, who?” Ben asked. “I’m the older one now, Oliver!”

“Hey you may have swapped bodies with me, but I’m still older mentally!” Oliver replied.

Lewis put his hand on Oliver’s arm, “Let me talk to him, darling.” He said. Oliver sighed and nodded, hoping his best friend could talk his little brother out of this. “Ben, please we can’t be stuck as 12-year-olds forever.”

Ben yawned and took the mirror, ignoring the other founder. “Yeah, but I love being the adult for once!” He beamed ignoring the other founder. He looked at his sister and took her hand, “Liz come on! Let’s have some fun!”

Liz looked at his brother and his best friend stuck in her body before looking at her younger brother. Sure she’d like to be the oldest for once, but doesn’t want to cause chaos unless there’s a reason.

Ben saw Liz was being indecisive and had to figure out how to persuade her to join in on the fun. “You know we can do things Oliver doesn’t allow us to do.” He said.

Liz’s eyes widened and her mind played through all of the ideas she and her brother thought of only to be rejected by her older brother and his friends. A smirk appeared on her face as she faced the founders that were in her and her twin’s bodies.

The founders looked horrified seeing Liz join the dark side with her brother.

“Okay, brother. Let’s have some fun.” Liz said.

“You choose well, dear sister,” Ben replied. The two left the office and went off to have fun.

Oliver sighed, he hoped Liz would’ve followed her conscience and helped her older brother and best friend. Lewis patted his friend on the shoulder, which made Oliver look up. “Hey, I’m sure they won’t go too far.” He reassured his best friend.

“You do realize your boyfriend is in our best friend’s body and he knows nothing about how my siblings operate, right?” Oliver explained.

Lewis’s eyes widened as he realized Wiatt was screwed. “Oh fuck.” He squeaked.

“Yeah…we need to find Sara,” Oliver said.

Lewis nodded and the two ran out of the office to look for their best friend.

In Sara’s office, the Acrimony Twins chuckled seeing “Sara” working at her desk. “Okay, this is going to be fun,” Ben whispered.

“I know, but you do know that’s not Sara. She swapped bodies with someone named Wiatt.” Liz reminded her brother.

“Sis, that’s the fun part,” Ben said. “Wiatt doesn’t know a thing about us. So we can ask for stuff with no problems.”

Liz sighed, “Alright, but let’s not go too far.”

Ben smiled and knocked on the door.

Hearing the knock, Wiatt quickly closed his notes and switched the computer screen to Sara’s emails, “Come in!” He yelled.

“Hey, Sara!” Ben exclaimed.

“Oh Oliver, Lewis. W-What brings you two in here?” Wiatt asked, trying to be as Sara-like as possible.

“We just wanted to ask something from you.” Liz said, before Ben nudged her, “Darling.”

Wiatt was confused over his boyfriend and his friend’s behavior. “Um…sure what is it?” He asked.

Ben and Liz looked at each other with a smirk, “think you can take us over to Madhouse, we need something there.” Ben said.

“Uh…sure…” Wiatt replied, getting up and taking his “friends” over to the Madhouse. As they were walking, Wiatt noticed Lewis wasn’t wearing his glasses. “Uh Lewis, where’s your glasses?”

“O-Oh. I wanted to try contacts for today.” Liz said, lying to Wiatt in hopes she could make it believable.

“Okay…” Wiatt trailed off as he and the two “founders” went up the elevators to the Madhouse.

Meanwhile, Lewis and Oliver looked for Sara. Lewis hoped Sara didn’t damage his boyfriend’s body or worse. The duo then heard someone yell, “Ow!” and quickly followed to where the cry was heard. There they saw “Wiatt” drop his tool box on his foot and complained of the pain.

“You okay?” Oliver asked.

Sara turned to see “Ben” and “Liz” facing her with worry. “Oh Ben, Liz, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you here!” She beamed.

Lewis sighed, “Darling is us.”

Sara was confused for a bit to why “Liz” called her darling, something Lewis would always say. She took a closer look and saw “Liz” was wearing Lewis’s glasses, and suddenly it hit her. “D-Don’t tell me.”

Lewis nodded, “I’m afraid so, darling.” He said.

The female founder sighed and absorbed all this in, “Let me guess, the mirror?” She asked.

Lewis and Oliver nodded.

“I’m guessing Ben and Liz found out and used it on you guys?” Sara asked again.

“Yep.” Lewis and Oliver answered at the same time.

“So, what are they doing now?”

“They went to find Wiatt, who we know is in your body.” Lewis started.

“And probably making him do crazy things,” Oliver added.

Sara’s eyes widened knowing what kinds of chaos Ben and Liz can get into. She then smiled, knowing Wiatt would humiliate himself thanks to the Acrimony Twins.

Lewis and Oliver looked at each other knowing Sara was hoping to see Wiatt humiliated; she forgot about the consequences.

“Darling, you may think it’s funny for Wiatt to be pranked by Ben and Liz, but he’s in your body!” Lewis reminded her.

“So in that case you’ll be humiliated,” Oliver added.

Sara’s eyes widened, “oh fuck.” She squeaked, similar to how Lewis sounded earlier. “We got to find them!”

“Don’t worry,” Oliver said. “I think I know where they are.” The shy founder took the lead with his best friends in tow. The trio went up the elevators and headed towards the Madhouse.

Upon arriving, they saw Liz and Ben in Lewis and Oliver’s bodies, respectively as Wiatt in Sara’s body was filling a snack bowl for them filled with candy and popcorn. “Uh why do you two want this, now?” Wiatt asked.

“It’s something my brother suggested,” Ben said. “He wanted this Snack Combination menu, so we’re trying it out.” He gave his sister a wink, to have her speak up and agree with his plan.

“Y-Yes darling,” Liz said. “Ben and Liz are known to have creative ideas for the facility, and we figured we’d give them a chance.”

“I see,” Wiatt replied, as he kept filling the bowl with so much popcorn and candy. “How much candy and popcorn do you want in this, again?”

“Yes!” Liz and Ben replied.

Wiatt sighed, and kept on making their snack.

“How did I do?” Liz whispered to her brother.

“Perfect,” Ben whispered back.

Wiatt overheard the twins talking and turned, but they pretended nothing suspicious was going on. He got nervous wondering what was going on with his boyfriend and his friend.

Sara blinked in disbelief, “that’s it.” She said, "The female founder turned to Oliver, “He’s just giving your siblings candy.”

“Too much candy, Sara.” Oliver corrected. Taking a deep breath he marched over to his siblings, “Hey you two!”

Ben and Liz froze and looked down at their older? Or little brother? Glaring at them. “Oh, hi Ben,” Ben said, trying to play it off as Oliver saying hi to his brother. However, “Wiatt” and “Liz” stepped in and crossed their arms at the duo.

The Acrimony Twins gulped, as Wiatt turned to see Sara and her friends glaring at the two. “Uh, is something wrong, Wiatt?” Wiatt asked, pretending to be Sara.

“Darling, don’t pretend. We know.” Lewis revealed.

Wiatt’s eyes widened hearing “Liz,” say, darling, which is what Lewis would usually say. He looked at Sara who didn’t need to speak. She nodded letting Wiatt know they knew, and they switched bodies too.

“Oh, I’m guessing you switched with them?” Wiatt asked pointing at Oliver’s siblings and the founders.

The founders nodded and turned towards the siblings in their bodies, who gave a nervous chuckle. They sighed knowing they got caught. “Do we still get the snacks?” Liz asked, giving a sheepish smile.

“Only if Oliver is okay with it,” Wiatt stated. “But first, I found a way to change back.”

Sara’s eyes widened and smiled hearing that the mechanic found a way to go back to normal. “You did?” She asked. “H-How?”

“On your computer,” Wiatt answered. “I was doing some research, and came across a photo of the mirror. I looked into your computer files and found it!”

Sara blinked looking nervous, “O-oh. You went through my files?” She asked, nervously.

Wiatt nodded, “don’t worry. I was just looking for information on how to change back.” He reassured.

Sara sighed, “So how do we change back?”

“First off we need to find the mirror.”

“It’s in my office, darling,” Lewis answered.

The six left the Madhouse and ran back to Lewis’s office. Luckily the mirror still lay on the founder’s desk.

“Oh thank goodness, it’s safe.” Sara sighed. “So what do we do?”

“Well, we just do the same thing, however, we have to turn the mirror a few times while doing so,” Wiatt explained.

Sara glared, and pulled Wiatt by the collar of his, or technically, her shirt. “You mean to tell me, we could’ve done that instead of your stupid ram into each other technique!?” She yelled.

Wiatt chuckled nervously, “Well we were both in panic mode, so the adrenalin in me had to think of something.”

“Remind me to punch you once we're back in our bodies,” Sara said.

Oliver grabbed the mirror and went over to his brother. “Okay Ben, let’s switch back.” He said.

Ben scoffed, “No way! I kind of like being the oldest for once! I can make my own rules!” He beamed.

Oliver frowned. However, his younger sister Liz smirked and went over and tapped her brother on the shoulder.

“You do know he’ll make you look like the biggest crybaby at school,” Liz noted.

Ben’s eyes widened as he let out a groan, and his twin sister smirked knowing that would work against her brother. “Please don’t.” He begged.

“I will, Oliver replied.

Ben groaned, and put his hand on the mirror. “So we just twirl it at the same time?” He asked, as he and Oliver twirled the mirror together. As the brothers did that, their eyes glowed red and soon they were back in their original bodies.

Oliver sighed in relief happy he was back in his own body.

Ben sighed, disappointed he didn’t stay older forever. The younger Acrimony brother smiled knowing it was fun while it lasted.

“My turn!” Liz beamed. Oliver handed his little sister the mirror, which she took and went over to Lewis. “Oh before we do, could you hand me your glasses.”

Lewis smiled and nodded. He took them off and handed them to Liz putting them on her, or his eyes. “Ready, darling?” He asked.

“Ready!” Liz beamed.

The two twirled the mirror and soon their eyes glowed red, showing they were back in their original bodies too. Lewis and Liz sighed happily back in their own bodies.

“Alright darlings, your turn,” Lewis said handing the mirror to his boyfriend.

Sara and Wiatt twirled the mirror around, but after a while, they were still in each other's bodies. They tried again, but still nothing.

“Why isn’t it working?!” Sara asked.

“Maybe try being nice to each other?” Liz suggested.

Sara and Wiatt turned to the female Acrimony twin with a glare.

“Just saying,” Liz replied, defending herself.

Sara and Wiatt faced each other, realizing they didn’t have a choice. Wiatt sighed, deciding to go first. “Okay fine. Sara, I don’t trust you, but I don’t hate you.” He admitted. “At times I think your cool, creative, funny. You can get on my nerves, but I don’t think you're a horrible person.”

This caused the mirror to glow a bit. Lewis and the crew smiled, seeing Liz was right.

Sara gave a small smile, “Look, I’m jealous of you from time to time because you're Lewis’s boyfriend and I’ve known Lewis way longer than you two have been dating. I guess I just don’t want my best friend to leave me.”

The mirror started to glow brighter.

Wiatt smiled, “Well I can agree we both keep Lewis happy.”

Sara chuckled, “Yeah.”

Suddenly the mirror glowed brighter. Sara and Wiatt’s eyes glowed red, and the two were suddenly back in their original bodies. The two laughed and hugged each other realizing they were back in their own bodies. However, the two realized what they were doing and quickly let go not knowing Lewis had a smug smile seeing his best friend and boyfriend getting along.

The two realized they were hugging and pulled away pretending that never happened.

“No one says a word to anyone.” Wiatt threatened.

Lewis chuckled, “Of course darling.”

“Well,” Ben spoke up. “Now that things are back to normal, Liz wanna head to Madhouse to eat candy and have fun?”

“Sure!” Liz replied as the siblings ran to have fun.

Oliver followed after them hoping the two didn’t go too far eating candy and scaring kids.

“Well, I got to check up on everyone, and see how they are doing,” Lewis said.

“And I have to go fix things that Sara,” Wiatt said glaring at the female founder, “broke.”

“I-I didn’t break too much.” Sara stuttered, denying it. Even though she almost destroyed the pipes at Seaventure, and maybe malfunctioned one, two, maybe three go-karts in Racetrack.

Lewis kissed Wiatt on the cheek before he left. Wiatt chuckled, and blushed before feeling Sara tap his shoulder.

“So,” She started, which caused Wiatt to turn and face her. “What did you do while you were in my body?”

“Other than finding out how to reverse everything. I read through half your notes about Litho and souls, and took notes on them.” Wiatt answered. Sara’s eyes widened as Wiatt continued to explain what he had found, “From what I read, there were weird artifacts and cursed items in this town around the time Litho has existed. These items were mentioned to possess or worse, kill people as a result.”

Sara gulped hearing what Wiatt had to explain.

“I believe, this mirror could’ve been one of the few ways Litho possessed people before doing his usual way of possessing,” Wiatt explained.

Sara thought about it. It wouldn’t make sense for Litho to use a mirror on someone to possess them. Unless he already had a vessel, to begin with and wanted to jump from body to body and commit crimes without having their puppet doing all of the dirty work.

Still, it confused her so she decided to keep it hush for now. “Anything else?” Sara asked.

Wiatt shook his head, “not much at the moment. You have a lot on your computer, and I didn’t want to pry unless needed.” He said.

Sara sighed, “As much as I hate anyone going through my stuff.” She admitted. “I’m glad you did.”

Wiatt gave a small smile, and turned towards the door, “Well I gotta start my work, now.”

Sara chuckled, “Alright, good luck out there.” She replied, giving a playful punch on Wiatt’s arm.

It didn’t hurt the boy, but he looked up at the founder, who winked back.

“I did say I’m gonna punch you.” Sara then left her friend’s office, before going back to her own.

Wiatt chuckled, “you sly bitch.” he whispered.

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Fun Facts: Originally the names were gonna be italicized so you know that it was someone talking in someone else’s body, but I got confused, so I left it out. I think it’s easy to tell who is who.

As for the body swap, everyone keeps the voices they just sound different. So when Sara is in Wiatt’s body she makes Wiatt sound higher, Wiatt makes Sara’s voice deeper, not too deep, Lewis in Liz's body, is basically Liz speaking in a British accent, while for Ben being in Oliver’s body, Ben’s voice sounds more timid while Oliver’s voice sounds more excited and upbeat. Also yes, Lewis needs glasses if he swaps with someone!

Hope I didn’t confuse anyone.

#welcome to dreamworld #wtdw #wtdw au #wtdw sara #wtdw wiatt #nothing bad happens au #NBH AU #wtdw lewis #wtdw oliver #wtdw liz #wtdw ben #body swap

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elen-aranel · 2 years ago

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All Work

For: @youvebeenlivingfictional Comfort Prompts, 11: Stopping by their workplace on your way home late at night with the hunch that they’re still there. Pairing: Captain Christopher Pike x Reader (no Y/N) Warnings: Mention of canon-typical violence WC: 790 Rating: Teen Notes: tfw you have to post immediately before you lose your confidence... it's been a while!

When you press the chime for the door of the ready room, you hope there won’t be an answer.

You hope the captain is in his quarters, cooking, perhaps, or reading a book, or watching one of those black-and-white movies he enjoys. You would like it if he were working out in the gym, or maybe taking a walk in the arboretum amongst the trees.

But based on how he’s looked when you’ve seen him hurry down a corridor, when you’ve handed in a report on the bridge, he hasn’t been doing any of those things for a while. And right on cue—

“Enter.” The familiar voice sounds subdued as you step through the doors. Your eyes sweep across the mostly empty room, from the red armchairs, over the conference table and the display still showing the disputed border that the Enterprise had found herself in the middle of, to the desk at the other end with the captain sitting there, poring over a PADD.

And it’s more than just the stubble that’s there at the end of a long day. It’s the hunch of his shoulders. It’s—it’s not defeated, that isn’t the word, but the almost resolute look in his eyes. The way they’re narrowed slightly, just at the corners. You’ve known him for years, and it isn’t a good sign.

“He just has to get through it,” Una had said in an undertone, glancing round to make sure you weren’t being overheard at dinner in the mess hall. “He’s signing off on all the fitness evaluations, and he is personally going over every single repair log. I would’ve insisted, but when he’s in this mood—” She had given a small shrug. “I pick my battles. But you’re welcome to try…”

And so here you are.

“What can I do for—oh, hey,” his face relaxes a little, and the corner of his mouth quirks up just slightly. Not quite a smile, but it’s a start. “It’s—I guess it’s late, huh. Did you need something?”

“No, nothing. I don’t need anything. But…” You pull the last chair from the conference table, spin it round, and sit down so you’re more on his level. “It’s nearly gamma shift, and I wondered…” your eyes stray to his PADD. “Do you need to be doing those reports right now? I have it on good authority that they’re not due in for another month. Surely they’ll keep ‘till tomorrow.”

He shrugs. “As a captain you stay on top of the paperwork, or you drown in it. But… I could take a break. Drink?”

“Sure.”

He stands, walks round the desk, and heads to the other end of the room to pour two glasses of whiskey. He holds one out toward you, question in his expression, and you get up and join him. You sit together in one of the alcove sofas.

“Cheers,” he says, and you clink glasses. You enjoy the bite of the alcohol, the complex flavours on your tongue.

“So you spoke to Una?”

“She told me you were working through something. I just think you’re working too much. You know what they say…”

He rolls his eyes at that. Which you deserve.

“I just… I remember Rigel VII, Chris. And those months before. This… this conflict? It wasn’t that, but I worry, you know? I know being captain is the loneliest job and blah blah blah… but… sometimes I think you hold onto that load?”

He regards you with those pale blue eyes, softened now.

“When I gave the order to fire on that Zenali ship… I know it was the only order I could have made, and I don’t regret it, not for a second… but…” he tilts his head, takes another sip of his drink. “Meeting the Zenali ambassador, who lost his son... he was so gracious. He didn’t bear us any ill will. Just wanted to work towards peace.”

“Yeah.” You know that you can never fully understand the weight of those decisions, and those consequences, but at least you can be here with him. You lean back against the sofa, and after a beat, Chris mirrors you.

“I guess Number One could take a look at the repairs for me. Perhaps I will call it a night,” he says after a while.

“Yeah?” You try to play it cool, but you’re pretty sure he can read your relief.

“Yeah.” He smiles properly this time, downs the rest of his drink, and puts his glass up on the side. “So, any suggestions on what one can do around here to wind down?” He stands, and offers you his hand.

You take it, letting him pull you up. “I may have one or two…”

#Christopher Pike x Reader #Christopher Pike x You #Captain Pike #Christopher Pike Imagine #Star Trek Strange New Worlds #fanfic #writings of the girl from outer space #All Work

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awlimagines · 7 months ago

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Their secret talents. Part One

CELIA/CECILIA - A WAY WITH ANIMALS

You wanted to cry with frustration. Takakura and you were trying to catch the newest lamb. The terrified baby had an injured leg you were trying to treat. The mother didn’t help as she rammed your leg again when you were almost close enough to grab the lamb.

“Can I help?” Cecilia’s voice called your attention to the fence line. She must have been passing on her way to the Goddess Spring and seen your struggles.

“It’s okay. I’d hate for you to get hurt.”

“Nonsense, we need to get the poor baby taken care of,” the young woman answered, climbing over the fence without care. You scrambled to assist her. Cecilia took only a moment to brush her skirt back into order before walking further into the field. You apprehensively lingered behind her as she knelt and spoke to the mama sheep. All too easily, the ewe walked forward to nuzzle into Ceci’s chest. The lamb weakly limped along after its mother to Cecilia’s side.

“Here we go,” Cecilia proudly said, gathering the lamb to hold close. “Were you trying to go to the barn?”

“Yeah,” you weakly replied, following after the brunette. With Cecilia’s help, Takakura and you managed to get the mom and baby into an isolation pen and provide treatment. Cecilia asked if she could visit them tomorrow before waving and resuming her day. You were puzzled. Why did the sheep trust her so quickly over Takakura and you, who cared for them daily? As you dump fresh water and feed into the pen, you ask Takakura.

“Some people just have a way with animals,” the man shrugged in response.

CODY/GORDY - SPEAKING BACKWARD

(Text that's not backward is at the bottom for easier reading.)

“Desoporp t’nevah llits uoy?” the odd sounds from his sister turned your head.

Gordy glanced at your confused expression before responding to his sister, “thgir neeb t’nsah gnimit eht. Tcefrep sgniht tnaw I.”

“Yrruh ot deen uoy! Ecein a tnaw I.”

After their brief exchange, the two switched to speaking a language you could understand. You asked as soon as Gordy’s sister left what language they were speaking. When he explained it was the same language you spoke now, just backward, you couldn’t believe it. The man was patient as he repeated phrases you said backward without pause. Stunned by the unexpected skill, you asked how they learned to do it. Gordy laughed and explained it was their secret code to talk to each other without their parents knowing what it was about.

“So, what were you talking about earlier?”

“Just about how cute you are,” Gordy’s smile made you feel he wasn’t giving you the whole truth.

You still haven’t proposed?

The timing hasn’t been right. I want things perfect.

You need to hurry! I want a niece.

DARYL - ALWAYS KNOWS THE TIME & WHICH WAY IS NORTH

You had taken to hanging out at Daryl’s lab during your free afternoons. The scientist was surprisingly tolerant of your numerous questions. Though, you felt his patience didn’t extend to everyone in town. You were closely watching Daryl’s latest work when he spoke.

“Didn’t you say you were meeting Takakura at 2:00 p.m. for a new animal’s arrival?”

“Yeah, why?”

“It’s 1:57 p.m.”

“That can’t be right,” you muttered, looking around for a clock. You grabbed a watch from your rucksack when you didn’t see one in the lab. You rarely had anything time-sensitive since moving to the valley. When the watch confirmed it was indeed the time you were meant to meet Takakura, you scrambled from the lab, throwing Daryl a quick farewell over your shoulder.

A day later, Daryl visited your farm as you puzzled over one of your fields. The field was tilled and ready to plant, but you paused. You explained the issue to Daryl when he asked what you were doing. Vesta and Matthew recommended planting in north-to-south rows for winter when you bought seeds. Now that you were ready to plant, you didn’t know which way was what. The cloudy day didn’t help in figuring out north, and you didn’t have a compass. Without a pause, Daryl indicated which way to plant.

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?” the scientist frowned at your question.

“Know direction and the time off hand like that!”

Though he acted like it wasn’t a big deal, Daryl was pleased to have impressed you without trying.

FLORA - PHOTOGRAPHIC MEMORY

With all the stress of a new farm, you were immensely grateful for Flora. Working in the mines with Flora helped to distract you from sitting around the farm, hoping your crops would grow. Her calmness and methodical ways greatly offset your panic and worries. During lunch, you would share the journals Takakura left to help you as you both learned about how to run a farm.

You were excited for Flora to visit the farm. It was her day off, and you got your first sheep yesterday. You could barely contain your excitement in showing off the adorable, fluffy new animal. Flora found you in the field, biting your lip in apprehension. The poor new sheep had an odd spot missing from its wooly hide.

“Do you need help?” the blonde interrupted your thoughts.

“I just think I used these wrong. Baa-b seemed upset the moment I started,” you explained. “I should recheck Takakura’s notes.”

“How did you use them?” Flora watched you demonstrate what you did far from the shaken sheep. “Oh, here’s what you’re doing wrong.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock as Flora demonstrated the correct method, both with and without your sheep. She didn’t notice anything amiss until she turned from Baa-b to offer you the shears to try again.

“How did you do that? I thought you didn’t know anything about animal care?” you questioned.

“It was in Takakura’s notes we read,” Flora replied, confused by your questions.

“That was weeks ago! How did you remember that?”

“I have a photographic memory; I just need to see something once. It simplified classes and helped me get the job with Professor Carter.”

Flora blushed as you raved about how phenomenal a gift her talent was.

MUFFY/MOLLY - ACTING

Molly and you had decided on a night in. You prepared everything for her arrival in meticulous detail. There were plenty of pillows, snacks, and movies of all sorts lined up to watch. The blonde giggled at your enthusiasm and assured you she felt the same when she arrived. At Molly’s insistence, you picked the first film. You settled for one of your childhood favorites to share with her.

The movie was about a spunky orphan you had always admired as a kid. You settled into the pillows with Molly as the film began. Molly grew stiff beside you as the title scrawled across the screen and the movie opened. She looked uncomfortable with your movie choice. You offered to switch to a different film.

“Oh no, darling, it’s fine. I’ve never seen it, and I would like to watch it with you,” with her smile and reassurance, you let the matter go, though you were worried. Did she hate this movie and lie so as not to upset you?

You soon found yourself distracted from the movie. The spunky orphan looked so much like the woman sitting next to you. It was probably the blonde curls and green eyes, you reasoned. The combination wasn’t too uncommon, but the resemblance felt uncanny. No one knew what happened to the childhood prodigy actress in the film. As a teenager, she disappeared from the limelight and probably lived comfortably in a large house somewhere. You blinked at the screen as the credits rolled, and you recognized a name.

“That was you?” you spluttered, turning to Molly.

“Well, yes,” Molly hesitated before explaining further. “Life behind the scenes was very different! The world of acting was negatively impacting my life. So, I-”

“Hey, you don’t need to explain! I’m happy you quit. Otherwise, we’d never be here like this,” you smiled, kissing her.

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silversatin2105 · 7 months ago

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Hi can i have scenarios with Mikey and Dragon going to the zoo together Mikey tries to feed a giraffe and the giraffe bites Mikey's jacket Dragon is all worried about it thank you so much if you can do this request

Yeah I can do although I will admit I had a little difficulty with this one as I had to try and imagine a reason for why they would go to the zoo so I had to bend the parameters of your ask a little, I do hope you like the outcome and if not please feel free to critique in the comments and I can write a second draft per request.

“Well that just killed the mood!”

Draken, Mikey and Emma at the zoo scenario:

From the moment Draken saw Mikeys name on the caller ID he could already feel his blood pressure rise, Mikey knew it was his day off and that Draken had important stuff to do but knowing Mikey he knew that his leader would keep calling till he answered so with a sigh Draken answered his phone.

“Yo, Ken-chin are you free today?” the carefree voice spoke over the phone to Draken as he sighed, he knew that this could only mean one thing, the capricious nature of Mikey wasn’t unusual to the vice leader and with a mental sigh Draken responds.

“No Mikey but I suppose I am now” Draken responded as whilst sipping some water and sitting on his bed, and prepared himself for the next response from his leader and with that the day plan was about to change for questionable results, It had turned out that in a moment of wild impulse Mikey had purchased tickets to the Zoo and he already had given one to Emma leaving one free, Draken got ready and headed to the meet up point where they would travel to the zoo.

“This is sudden but thanks for coming” Emma said with a happy tone to Draken as he looked away with a blush and gave his whole, its nothing response, as they arrived and walked into the zoo, When inside the zoo Mikey took off without them both like an excited child leaving Draken and Emma together, they spent time walking and talking, generally having a good time but the good time didn’t last as more often than not outings with Mikey ended in drama.

“Hey Sir you cannot go into the enclosure with the animals, that area is for staff only” the park attendant spoke out to Mikey, whist viewing the giraffes one of the giraffes had the bright idea of dipping its head down and snatching Mikey’s jacket from his shoulders, in a bad mood Mikey decided he’d climb over the railings to retrieve his jacket and it was then that he was accosted by the park staff for his efforts.

“But that fuckin giraffe has my Jacket!” Mikey responded in an angry tone, Draken sighed, he was on damage control again and on a day that was supposed to be his day off from Toman related activates , with that Draken walked over and began to speak to Mikey and the park staff.

“Oyy Mikey don’t cause these people any trouble, they are only doing their jobs” Draken told his leader with a stern tone, as he began his usual damage control procedure.

“But Ken-chin my jacket” Mikey went on to protest, after a debate between the heads of Toman and much annoyance to Draken, he finally got Mikey to calm down and after a conversation with the staff Draken went to do his usual job of “Negotiating” for the return of the lost jacket.

After an hour or so Draken returned to Mikey and Emma’s side, the latter looking rather bored by now the jacket was returned to Mikey a little worse for wear, the embroidery was clicked, ther was a ripped seem on the left shoulder, It also smelled a little musty and had slobber on the cuffs.

“Don’t worry Mikey well get Mitsuya to repair it, im seeing him tomorrow so ill take it with me. mind you he’s not going to like this” Draken reassured the leader of Toman on that fact as Mikey just stood and nodded and with a forlorn look spoke the following.

“Thank you Ken-chin…You were keeping me right again weren’t you” Mikey approached Emma and hugged her gently, He hated that his actions in some way ruined the day.

“Its all okay Mikey how about we all go for food together?” Emma suggested with her usual happy smile, lead the way from the Zoo back to the car park to their bikes, after eating at a nearby café the three of them parted ways for the evening, the result of the day questionable as the day was ruined but the night meal made up for it.

END SCENE

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#tokyo revengers #toman gang #tokyo manji gang #manjiro sano #sano manjiro #ken ryuguji #ryuguji ken #emma sano #sano emma #fan fic #written response #Toman-Inquisitorial-division

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augerer · 2 years ago

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DEATH AS A FETISH: A fanmix for Her Most Serene Highness, Crown Prince Kiriona Gaia, heir to the First House, the Emperor’s only daughter.

[Listen on Youtube]

Album art: [credit 1] [credit 2]

[separate fanmix for Harrow the Ninth] [separate fanmix for Gideon the Ninth]

Track notes under the cut.

1. Dead!, My Chemical Romance

And if your heart stops beating I'll be here wondering Did you get what you deserve? The ending of your life ... Have you heard the news that you're dead? No one ever had much nice to say, I Think they never liked you anyway

2. Succexy, Metric

Invasion’s so succexy Let’s drink to the military The glass is empty ... Passive attraction, programmed reaction Action distraction, more information Flesh saturation, lips on a napkin Ass ass ass

Note: she does show up for the first time in the book in military propaganda.

3. Propaganda, MUSE

Propaganda Propaganda Propaganda

You ate my soul just like a death eater I'm the ocean you're an oil slick now But I'm choking on your thought pollution

4. Beekeeper, Keaton Henson

Cause I'm just getting started, let me offend The devil's got nothing on me, my friend All I want is to be left alone Tact from me is like blood from a stone

5. Death as a Fetish, STRFKR

Ghost dad, keeping the secrets And float the dead ones home ... You’re born (death as a fetish) Your sins (death as a fetish)

6. Oxen Hope, Mirah

You sent me off without a warning Wasn't just a threat and man, that was no joke Did you know you'd struck the final blow To my faithful oxen hope?

We thought we knew we wanted what we had But you busted your side of the yoke So I left with almost nothing but a gaping hole Yes, I did really went for broke ... And I don't question, no, I don't doubt Now that I've tried living with and without That was a hard, hard muscle to grow And harder still to let go ...

And the ride we rode had danger in it We thought we could last yeah we were real strong swimmers But we got flooded, yes, we got rolled And we both went down soon as you cut the rope

7. Take Me Back, KONGOS

And once again the question's asked I answer yes! but the moment's passed I'm guess I'm always tomorrow-bound How many more till I'm underground?

“Kill me,” said Kiriona./“No. You’re dead,” said Paul.

8. England Made Me, Black Box Recorder

I need my privacy, I lead a secret life, Sleep with the enemy then betray both sides, I traveled all my life, But never got away from the killing job, And the garden shed,

“Then do it, coward,” Crux said. “Do it--the knife is before you; the work has been done.”

“Did you know I’m God’s child?” Kiriona demanded. “Did you know all the things you did--all the shit you pulled--every single thing you did, every lock you snapped on me, every cuff you put on me, every--every crappy plate of food you put in front of me, every word--every look--did you know I was the real, true-blue daughter of the Emperor? I want you to know that--I want you to know what I am!”

“You remain--what you are,” said Crux.

Note: Also see Ianthe accusing her of being a “little three way double crosser”. “England” here representing an unpleasant place in the imperial core to grow up.

9. I Miss That Feeling, Tennis

I can be true to you, even when losing Every little thing I've ever known And all of the love I've ever shown Something like pleasure, you'd never believe it Every little need dismantling Recorded by the needle of an EKG I miss that feeling Flicker hot and hovering Like my own discovering Eagerly, tenderly

And Kiriona kept saying--”It didn’t feel good. . . Fuck. . . It didn’t feel good. Why didn’t it feel good?”/A rising, hysterical note. “Why didn’t it feel good? You fucking old... You hideous, cruel... you bastard... Why didn’t... Why can’t I...”

10. I Want It All, Arctic Monkeys

Blind faith, heartache. mind games, mistakes My sweet fireball, my sweet rigmarole I want it all, I want it all

Old dogs, new tricks, can you feel it? Space age country girl, stone cold miracle I want it all, I want it all And then suddenly it hit me, it's a year ago Since I drank miniature whiskey and we shared your Coke Say, ain't it just like you to kiss me and then hit the road? Leave me listening to the Stones' "2000 Light Years from Home"

11. Wrecking Force, Voxtrot

'Cause somebody once said when I was young That playing dead is just no fun But these days I am a man, I'm not a boy

And you can be anyone Or just some mother's wasted son Oh you can be your own god if you want to

Come on to my side you will define me with a knife Spare me all the miseries that tear apart your life Oh you can lose yourself in art Or you can break somebody's heart in two Jump on in, the water's fine for swimming

Go on split the scene and let the dirty half come clean You are the wrecking force, you are the wrecking force In me, in me 'Cause I'm a soft machine, I was hard when I was sixteen You are the wrecking force, you are the wrecking force In me, in me

Note: More of a general theme for the series than for Kiriona specifically.

#kiriona gaia #gideon nav #tlt #fanmix #gideon the ninth #nona the ninth #been putting this together slowly for like .#this whole time since the book came out #[sweat emoji]#its given me so many hours of entertainment at this point be free

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kickingitwithkirk · 2 years ago

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When the past won't let go

Summary: Sometimes there’s more to the story

Pairing: Cordell Walker x Reader

Word Count: 2511

Warnings: cursing, past memories, angst, personal conflict, mentions of death, revealing secrets

Square Filled: Forbidden Relationship @walker-bingo

A/N: This segment is told from Walker's POV

A/N II: part six of Duke x Reader/Cordell x Reader series of drabbles and stories for this bingo.

*Set between 2.05 Partners and Third Wheels & 2.06 Douglass Fir

*divider by @firefly-graphics

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

Walker

“Agent Graves knew Stan Morrison killed your wife...”

Those eight words turned my heart inside out again.

It was a good thing Micki showed up at that moment, she took one look and ordered me to take a walk before I lost my shit and hospital security got called.

I ended up in one of the city's parks heading down a hiking trail that thankfully wasn’t busy this time of day came to an outcropping near the river, sat down, and took off my hat, letting it dangle between my legs, going back over that year.

The pain was followed by excessive drinking and extended workload, using both to numb me, barely going through the motions of life without actually being in it till the accident at home and decided it was best for all to leave, going undercover on Operation: Watch The Throne.

After months of trying to make inroads, those two women came; Twyla Jean, who got me into the Kings through a fake relationship, and Y/N, the mystery piece who made me put in the work to crack open the door she used to keep everyone at bay.

The one my memories, or is it my heart, refuses to release me from.

Later Stan’s betrayal was exposed after years of friendship..hell, the man was family, sent us all into a tailspin cumulated with us standing upon that spot forced him to confess after Emily stumbled upon a drug haul he pulled the trigger on the kill shot to save his own skin from Northside Nation.

All this time, now I’m wondering how many other things I’ve missed.

I peered through the view window to see Micki texting on her phone spotting me taps a finger to her lips, and came out quietly shutting the door.

“You cooled off?”

“Yeah, hey, thank you for giving me some time to sort stuff out.”

“Is it sorted?”

“For now. So did Y/N write anything else about Mannon?”

“She wrote down a few places he might be hiding but so far, no sign he’s been to any of them. The doctor came by and said she’ll be out tomorrow. I let Cap know and he’s arranging a safe house.”

“Okay, good.”

“So, you wanna tell me about it?”

“No.”

Micki’s eyebrow arched, “since when?”

I spy James coming down the hall, “how about not right now.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“Hold him to what?” James asked, “Cap, we all set?” Micki deflected.

“Everything’s set but I’d rather finish this discussion a little more privately,” he opens the door for her to enter first, “I called in a couple of favors and got the safe house in Buffalo.”

“That’s not in our jurisdiction,” Micki says and James lowers his voice, “I did some digging. It’s not been substantiated but it’s looking like Mannon may not only have informants in Austin but other law enforcement agencies, so we need to fly under the radar on this.”

“You’re thinking Graves is on the leaks?”

“I could’ve told you that,” a scratchy voice answered.

“You’re supposed to be writing, not talking.” I sternly say and you give me that particular look hear James stifle a laugh before clapping my shoulder, “good luck with that.”

Next morning

The nurse had finished going over discharge instructions when James dropped by with the safehouse details and informed us that the landlord had taken what Y/N had of value as payment for damages and tossed everything else.

“My bag, y’all happen to confiscate it?” James shook his head, “I’m sorry, we didn’t find it.”

“What happened to the clothes I had on?”

“They had to cut your uniform off and you were barefoot.”

“Leave it to that sonuvabitch to take my last sixty-five bucks.” Y/N croaked out.

“I’ve already signed off on a purchase voucher for what you’ll need,” James said, “I’ll reach out to some contacts who can help with getting you back on your feet once we have Mannon in custody.”

Tugging at the robe-covered hospital gown, “wonder if they’ll let me keep this lovely ensemble, maybe get some of those awesome slippers to match since I don’t have a-pot to piss in.”

She broke off coughing and I grabbed the water cup, “that’s what you get for talking too much,” sticking the straw between her lips. “You can borrow my stuff till we get you some.”

“I’m no charity case, Ranger Walker,” Y/N mumbled around the straw.

“Never thought you were.”

Buffalo, TX

“Well, this is quaint.”

Micki’s sarcasm wasn’t far off.

The safe house turned out to be an older one-bedroom, one-bath ranch in the middle of nowhere with a pull-out and doorways I have to duck through.

“At least we got a clear view of the perimeter.”

“For once I’m happy it’s winter, makes it harder for anyone to hide, even in camo,” Micki commented. “We’ll still need to periodically check around that corpse of trees, looked pretty thick when we pulled in.”

“Let’s hope Mannon hasn’t caught on to our ruse and is following the decoy to Fredericksburg.”

Micki opened the fridge, “whoever set this up didn’t leave much, I better do a supply run.”

“Why you?”

“Cause an almost 6’5” Sasquatch in Ranger clothes isn’t gonna stand out?”

“Good point. Head out-of-town so locals stay in the dark.”

“I’ll change and go to Palestine or Mexia,” Micki grabs her bag and goes into the bedroom leaving the door cracked, “gotta feeling we'll be stuck here for a while, so I’ll double up on the groceries, especially with how much you pack away.”

“Funny, where’s Y/N?”

Micki walked out slipping on her jacket and crossing her arms, “locked herself in the bath muttering something about preferring the hoosgow then stuck in an ace in the hole with a tenderfoot and blatherskite. She’s got quite the mouth on her.”

“Y/N tends to be colorful when stressed.”

“What’s she like normally?”

“Sarcasm on a shingle.” Y/N sarcastically quips.

My breath hitched seeing you in my flannel and faded jeans, the type so worn in they’re almost too comfortable to take off, accentuating your curves that’ve haunted my dreams spot toes peeking out under the rolled cuffs.

“What’re you grinning at?”

“You ahh, you still wear that purple polish.”

“Right. I’m gonna get going,” I felt Micki’s scrutiny, mouthing behave, making mine downturn in response.

“I see Ramirez doesn’t tolerate any of your bullshine either.”

Not giving me a chance to respond, you walk off to the cupboard finding the extra set of bedding and pillows come back, cocking your head for me to move.

“What’re you doing?”

“Making up the pullout.”

“Okay, but you’re not sleeping out here.”

“Why?”

“What’d ya mean why? You’re doubling up with Micki..”

“You two can double up in this dice house, I’m parking it out here!”

“The hell you are! Look, your ex has proven he can slip in and out of places undetected so until he’s in custody, we’re going to need to keep you within eyesight 24/7.”

“Ranger Walker, does that mean you’re personally gonna join me in the bath and scrub my back?”

“I..you..you know that’s not what I meant!”

“I’m not going to argue this one,” your voice is wearing out from overuse, “Y/N you probably aren't gonna believe me but I understand what a traumatic..”

“How am I supposed to believe anything coming from that mouth of yours?” Shit, the sheer vitriol in your voice.

“I know this is my only chance at earning any trust from you again, and I‘m gonna be one hundred percent open and honest.” Sitting down I looked up at her with no filters, “remember me telling you about my wife?”

“You said she died in an accident.”

“Her name was Emily. The last time I saw her, she and a friend headed for the border, restocking supply stations. She called..she was so scared then I heard gunshots..I tried calling her back but I knew.”

Fuck, feel like I’m gonna choke on my tongue.

“After the funeral, I buried myself in the job and the bottle. Finally, my family, James, and Stan Morrison did an intervention. I couldn’t be there anymore so I told them I was taking the undercover job outta town..and lost myself in those months. ”

I wasn’t expecting you to sit down next to me, let alone place your hand on my leg, and took the risk of placing my hand on top of yours.

“I’ve made a lot of mistakes and have no right but I am asking you to give me, Cordell Walker, a chance to prove you can trust me.”

Days later

“How much more time does she need?” Micki snapped.

Y/N’s indecisiveness was wearing on all our nerves, seriously thinking of hitting that bottle I’d snuck in.

Of course, it didn’t help this morning Micki decided to try talking, okay, she tried some psychoanalysis learned from Adrianna, leading to one helluva blowout that had me physically hauling Y/N outside like a sack of taters.

Glancing away from you angrily pacing outside to an equally angry Micki, “as long as she needs. Look, we’re all tired and cranky..”

“You think?”

“We can’t push..”

“.. then implement those charms of yours Beau so we can..”

“Wrap this up and move on to the next case?”

We both startled not hearing you come in, “gee, wish it was that easy for me, I’d love to be able to move on from this.”

“You’ve had ample opportunity to tell anyone in law enforcement..”

“If I had, I'd been dead a long time ago.”

“What?”

“There’s a shitload more to this than you’ve been told.”

“Walker, grab that bottle I know you’ve got, and let’s all get real comfortable,” Micki retrieved three cups and sat down.

“I don’t wanna discuss my personal goings-on so let’s start with what brought him here.” Y/N threw back her drink, “ya know why I ditched my real name?”

“Your file wasn’t clear.”

“Because I wouldn’t play their reindeer games.” Not entirely sure where she was going and Micki appeared as puzzled as me. “Wait, you two really don’t know who my family are?”

“No.”

“Daddy got his start by helping certain elected individuals with their less-than-legal activities. In appreciation, they made him Senator Y/D/L/N.”

“One of the Senators who confirms PSC appointments,” Micki states, and I add, “PSC oversees DPS,” some more pieces click, “he found out about Stan’s illegal activities.”

Y/N tapped the side of her nose.

“The mysterious appearance of pension funds also blipped on the Secret Services financial investigations radar but they didn’t have enough tangible evidence against Morrison. It was sheer coincidence Eric was sent at the same time the Kings started robbing banks.”

“The Kings started a few months before Walker went undercover.”

“No, they’d started small a few years ago, Clint wanted it down to a T before moving on to bigger game, that was Eric’s in. He came up with partnering with Northside; in exchange for laundering the money, they’d make a delivery or pickup while on the circuit, that’s how Clint, Crystal, and Jaxon got misdemeanor drug charges. When Twerp came in, Clint persuaded her into giving Northside banking information on the businesses they were interested in, like The Side Step and Carlos Mendoza's family businesses.”

“Wow, gotta give it to Graves,” Micki interjects, “she’s better at burying shit than I’d given her credit for.”

Y/N gave me a curious look, “you didn’t know any of this?”

“No, but it makes sense, what Stan said, this can’t go on. I thought it was my screwing up at home but I was already getting too close before going under, why he hoped that the Rodeo Kings would end me.”

“Just like Clint, might’ve called you family but didn’t stop him from turning if he thought you were a threat.”

Micki pointedly glares at Y/N, “and you blithely went along with them, not caring who got hurt..”

Y/N shot outta her seat and disappeared outside.

Shit!

I sat down next to Y/N and leaned back against the same corps trees that half circled a small pond hand her one of the mugs I’d brought.

“Been out here awhile, thought you might need a warm-up.” She took a sip and smiled, “you’ve never forgotten what I like since that first time you offered me coffee.”

“My daddy told me before I got married, ‘son, the key to a happy marriage is never forget what a woman likes to drink’.”

Y/N sighed, “Clint always was crazier than a Kiowa Paint Mare, somewhere along the way, he got twisted. I never believed he’d take things that far, or hurt your family as he did.”

“How’d you..”

“Trevor. He told me everything but your real name.”

“Clint blamed me for Crystal, for what happened that day, wanted me to understand what it was to suffer. If Trevor hadn’t interfered, I’da killed him with my bare hands.”

“Then you’d have become him.”

“Hmph, I’ve been on the edge of that precipice more than once.” “But you didn’t jump,” she said, “your Jimmy Cricket didn’t let you.”

“Let your conscience be your guide Jimmy Cricket?”

“No, don’t know what else to call it. That something that stops you from stepping off the ledge of not coming back,” she shrugged.

“For me, it’s my family. No matter how hard it gets, they never gave up on me.”

Y/N starts playing with the chain for my dog tags, making the rational part of my brain holler at me this is wrong, she’s under my protection and off limits.

Irrational desire flames in me as her feathery touch makes my skin tingles, accept the invitation of tasting her sweet lips.

A hand covering my mouth instinctively made me grab their arm.

“Walker, it’s me,” Y/N whispered before removing her hand, “stay quiet, there are people moving around outside.”

“How many?”

“Not sure but I saw three night-sights.”

Shit, not good hear Micki stirring, “hey, we’ve got company.”

***

“Slow down but don’t stop,” I reach for my duffel from the floorboard.

“Walker, whatever you’re thinking, don’t.”

“Stick to the plan..”

“..you bailing out of a moving vehicle wasn’t..”

“He’s right,” Y/N grabs hers, “sticking together gonna get you killed. I’ll split, you two can say it was during the firefight and..”

“..I’m coming with you..”

“..the hell you are..”

“..you are in my custody and my responsibility. Micki, got any extra cash on you?”

I rifled through the wallet she tossed me, “get Liam to discretely look into Graves’s recent activities, got a feeling Mannon’s sudden appearance wasn’t random, and tell James I’ll be in contact in a few days.”

“Walker..”

“I know. Be careful Flor, we don’t know who to trust inside the circle anymore.”

Glancing in the rearview mirror, “on three.”

SPN TAGS: @donnaintx @lyarr24 @flamencodiva @b3autyfuldisast3r @lassie-bird @nancyml @spnbaby-67 @leigh70

Sam/Jared: @idreamofplaid

#walkerbingo #cordell walker #cordell walker x reader #micki ramirez #liam walker #larry james #walker #walker texas ranger #omc #jared padalecki

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hannieslittlerockstar · 1 year ago

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seven: EMPTY

“They can only meet you halfway.”

Word Count: 6.7K

Note: Basking Robbins 31 = a Korean drinking game with numbers

(sorry it's been so long since I last updated. i've been very busy. my next update may be in a month or so but i'll let you guys know if that changes. hope you enjoy! and i hope you all have a lovely Christmas and new years <3)

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“So…Chan,” Kiyomi wiggles her eyebrow at Emiko as she wraps her hands around her warm mug of cafe latte.

“What about him?” Emiko avoids her eyes as she takes a sip from her matcha latte.

Kiyomi had been all for interrogating Emiko last night, but per usual things didn’t go as planned. Han had had the bright idea of whipping out more of Chan’s alcohol after dinner and in the process had gotten half the group tipsy; Felix and him egging everyone to participate in one drinking game after another. Seungmin had sat on the sidelines amused as Felix and Han tried to do a Tik-Tok dance after losing to Baskin Robbins 31, their bodies swaying back and forth. Chan, who could handle his alcohol better than anyone else in the room, made it his duty to make sure that no one got hurt and that everyone was staying hydrated. After that, the night was a blur till everyone joined in on a last minute game of Hello Cleopatra to sober up that ended in tears of laughter.

By 3 a.m, Emiko and Kiyomi started bidding their farewells. As the boys walked them to the door, Chan and Emiko snuck a hug that was a little too long to be considered just friends. However, Emiko and Chan stood their ground as they confidently blamed everyone’s poor judgment on the alcohol. Han and Hyunjin raised their eyebrows in disbelief while Changbin and Seungmin turned to each other with a knowing smile as they watched Chan’s ears turn redder by the second. “Okay, 가 (go),” Chan giggled. “I’m not having this conversation right now and Emiko and Kiki need to get home,” he playfully pushed the boys aside as he opened the door for the girls.

Before he bid them farewell, Chan leaned close to Emiko and whispered one last good night. And although the boys didn’t overhear, Kiyomi did, and she promised herself right then and there to give Emiko as much crap as she could…tomorrow. Because right now, she could barely keep her eyes open. Once Kiyomi and Emiko were inside their apartment and after lots of encouragement to make sure neither fell asleep, they brushed their teeth and collapsed onto their beds. Seven hours later, they were out for a hangover breakfast in a small cafe off campus.

“You’ve been acting suspicious,” Kiyomi squints her eyes at Emiko.

“How so?” Emiko feigns ignorance.

“First of all,” Kiyomi takes another sip from her mug. “What took you so long to get your drink last night? I thought you said you’d be back in a bit.”

Emiko sighs in defeat. “I was talking to Chan,” she smiles unconsciously at the mention of his name.

A knowing smile tugs at Kiyomi’s lips.

“What?” Emiko accuses. “What’s that smile for?”

“Nothing,” Kiyomi mischievously smiles back. “Just can’t believe my best friend ditched me for my other best friend.”

“I didn’t ditch you,” Emiko bites her lip, but when she meets Kiyomi’s unamused eyes she quickly corrects herself. “Okay, I might have kind of forgotten to come back,” she flashes Kiyomi an apologetic smile.

“Oh yeah, sure.”

“It’s just that we got caught up in a conversation.” Emiko fiddles with the ends of her cup sleeve. “I wasn’t going to just cut it short. That’s rude.”

“I don’t think either of you wanted to cut that conversation short,” Kiyomi mumbles.

Emiko raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” she asks as her cheeks flush a warm, rosy red.

“Secondly,” Kiyomi ignores her, shoving her two fingers in front of Emiko’s face.

“Yah! You didn’t answer my question,” Emiko laughs as she swats them away.

“Technically, neither are you. The horror movie,” Kiyomi continues as Emiko lets out a deep sigh, her bangs fluttering against her forehead.

“What about it?” Emiko crosses her arms.

A smug grin tugs at Kiyomi’s lips. “You hate horror. What was that all about, wanting to try something new?”

“I wanted a change in movie genre. Whenever we watch something together it’s almost always the sappy, romantic ones. Besides, it’s good to step out of your comfort zone every once in a while.”

Kiyomi looks at her unconvinced. “Keyword: almost. Besides, you love a good ol sappy love story. Don’t act like you don’t. We all know horror is the last genre you’d choose to try. Unless,” a smirk tugs at her lips. “You were trying to impress someone or perhaps…”

Emiko skeptically glares at Kiyomi, having a pretty good idea of where this was going. Kiyomi continues, unfazed. “You know, trying to accidentally cuddle up to them for the jump scares.”

Unamused, Emiko scoffs. “And who do you think I’d be wanting to impress let alone cuddle up with?”

“Ch–.”

“Kiyomi!” an enthusiastic voice booms from behind them. Kiyomi’s eyes widen in surprise. “What are you doing here?” Chan slides into the booth next to her, drink in hand. He looks up, the same soft smile from the night before crossing his features. “Emi,” he nods.

Emiko’s entire demeanor changes within an instant as a shy smile crosses her features. “Hi Chan,” she responds as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

Kiyomi could not believe that within two seconds she’d become the third wheel of her roomie hangout (again). Emiko throws a glare at Kiyomi, as Kiyomi silently gags at Chan and her. Completely unaware of their interaction, Chan turns to poke Kiyomi’s cheek. “You didn’t answer my question, Kiki,” he chuckles.

“I was having a coffee date with Emi before you so kindly interrupted,” Kiyomi glares as she grabs his drink and takes a sip.

“Oi,” Chan playfully glares back as he steals his drink away from her light grasp.

Kiyomi’s eyes light up at the unexpected delicious fruity taste. Giving Chan a thumbs up she asks, “what are you doing here?”

He points over to the pick up counter just as LeeKnow’s name is called out for his iced americano. “We were picking up some drinks before we had to head off to practice.” Grabbing Kiyomi’s mug, he steals a sip back; his face scrunching up in disgust as the bittersweet coffee touches his lips.

“Practice? Is this for your idol group training?”

Taking a big swig of his drink to chase down the aftertaste, a wide smile spreads across Chan’s face as he looks back at Kiyomi. “We’re going over some new dance moves today since we’re practicing a group choreo for our bi-weekly evaluation.”

“Bi-weekly?” Kiyomi’s eyes widened. “Sounds intense. Even us vocal majors don’t get evaluated every two weeks.”

“Really? Yeah, sometimes it can be,” Chan says as he ruffles his hair, the ends sticking up at the sides. “But it’s what I wanna do so it��s worth it.”

Kiyomi nods. She knew that feeling well. Hard work meant that all that pain and suffering someone put themselves through to reach their dreams was worth it. At least, that’s what the dreamers always told themselves. It’s what gave meaning to the arduous road they trekked ahead. A warm smile tugs at Kiyomi’s lips. “You know Chan, I’m really happy for you.”

Chan looks up, surprised. “Genuinely,” Kiyomi continues as her eyes meet his briefly. “I know you’re gonna make it. You’re so talented. Plus, an in-house production team in your group? Unheard of and so so cool!” She pauses again as she tries to find the right words to express her thoughts. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m excited for the world to discover my best friend and his team.”

Taken aback by the sudden seriousness in topic, Chan finds himself unable to stop the warm smile tugging at his lips. His gaze searches Kiyomi’s as he lets out a soft, “thank you.” His eyes expressing a sincerity that ran deeper than the words he’d spoken.

LeeKnow walks over. “What I’d miss?” he nudges Emiko, taking a sip from his drink. “Are these two getting all sentimental again?”

Kiyomi and Chan simultaneously glare at LeeKnow as Emiko and LeeKnow erupt into laughter.

“Ohmygosh, really?” LeeKnow’s eyes crinkle as he snickers, “I knew it!”

Chan rolls his eyes. “Oh, I meant to ask you guys. How are you feeling after last night?”

“Not too bad,” Emiko says. “Kiki woke up with a little bit of a headache but that’s just because she didn’t drink as much water as she should have,” she playfully smiles.

“Hey, after all the water Chan was shoving down our throats last night, I thought I’d had enough.”

“There is never such a thing as too much water,” Chan states matter-of-factly.

“Tell that to the people who’ve drowned,” Kiyomi deadpans.

LeeKnow lets out a wholehearted laugh as Chan glares at Kiyomi. “I agree with Emiko though. You didn’t have that much water,” LeeKnow chimes in.

“How do you know? You seemed pretty preoccupied last night trying to give Han a taste of his own medicine,” Kiyomi crosses her arms.

“True,” LeeKnow nods. “But I also know you. And knowing you and your addiction to sweets, you were probably too busy trying all the sugary, alcoholic drinks Han kept pulling out of the mini fridge to think about having two cups of water in-between.”

“I hate you,” Kiyomi glares as Leeknow's lips tug up into an amused smile. “If only you could handle your alcohol as well as your water,” she taunts.

“Hey, you know damn well that I can hold my alcohol,” LeeKnow points accusingly at Kiyomi.

“That’s not what happened last night,” Kiyomi smirks.

“Han and Felix were having a good time so…” LeeKnow drifts off as Kiyomi raises her eyebrows, challenging him. He lets out an annoyed huff. “Okkaayy. I’ll admit, I let myself a little loose.”

“Aha! And you were gonna blame it all on Lix and Han.”

“Pfft, you’re one to talk,” LeeKnow glares. “You get so clingy when you’re drunk.”

“First of all, I know I’m a lightweight. I don’t go flaunting around telling everyone I have a high tolerance while we’re pre-gaming. Secondly, I am not clingy. Tell him Emi.”

Emiko stays quiet as she avoids Kiyomi’s gaze. “Emi,” Kiyomi tries to meet her eyes. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“Do you seriously not remember what you did last night?” LeeKnow asks dumbfounded, a teasing grin on his lips.

Kiyomi looks between the three of them as the color drains from her face. “Chan,” Kiyomi slightly shakes his shoulder. “Don’t tell me I did something stupid, what did I do?”

“I think you fancy someone,” LeeKnow singsongs as he takes a long sip of his drink.

Kiyomi’s eyes widen as Chan tries to hold back a smile. “Soo, what do you think of Hyunjin?” he teases.

“What do I think of–,” Kiyomi’s voice goes silent as Hyunjin’s name gets stuck in her throat, her face turning even paler. She looks up at LeeKnow for an explanation.

“After three drinks,” LeeKnow starts. “You latched onto Felix’s arm and refused to let go. He literally had to hand you over to Hyunjin–.”

“What, why Hyunjin?” Kiyomi interrupts.

“He was sitting next to Felix,” Emiko fills in as LeeKnow continues his story.

“–every time he had to do a punishment. And then poor Hyunjin,” LeeKnow chuckles. “He became your new target. You literally sat beside him, grabbed his arm and just patted it while you talked his ear off the rest of the night. It was quite amusing.”

“I what?” Kiyomi panics. Fiddling with her rings, she does her best to recall their conversation from last night. “I grabbed his arm?”

“It was adorable because then later on you two fell asleep on each other,” Emiko adds, making Kiyomi do a double take.

“On each other?! Wait, what?! What do you mean?”

“Ohmygosh, you guys make it sound so bad,” Chan laughs. “It was cute. You just fell asleep on his shoulder and when he passed out, his head fell on yours too. As you said, not that big of a deal,” he finishes with a gleam in his eyes.

“What do you mea—, no this is such a big deal!” Kiyomi hides behind her hands. “I must have annoyed him so much! I can’t believe I patted his arm, talked his ear off and had the audacity to fall asleep on his shoulder?! That’s a triple kill?! What is wrong with me?”

“If it makes you feel better, he seemed pretty engaged in your conversation,” Emiko smiles, pulling Kiyomi’s hands from her face.

“Yeah, I don’t know what you two were talking about but he started losing interest in the game and just paying attention to you,” Chan adds.

“No way,” Kiyomi whispers as her face turns an even darker shade of red. “He’s so cool. Why would he care?”

“Cool? Ooooo, I think Kiyomi has a crush,” LeeKnow snickers.

“Do not!”

"Okay, okay, break it up," Chan interrupts through gritted teeth as he gives an embarrassed nod of apology towards the people who had taken notice of Kiyomi's and LeeKnow's bickering.

LeeKnow just laughs. “Denial is always the first stage in admitting you’re in loooveee."

“I don’t like Hyunjin that way,” Kiyomi argues. “Come on guys, I met him for the first time last night! I’m not Anna from Frozen.”

“Oh so you want to marry him now?” LeeKnow teases. “Spicy,” he smirks as Kiyomi gives him a glare.

“He is pretty handsome,” Emiko admits, wiggling her eyebrows at Kiyomi.

Fed up with their teasing, Kiyomi kicks Emiko under the table. “Ow,” Emiko winces as she rubs her leg, unable to stop the smile tugging at her lips.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t be the first to think so,” Chan smiles, nudging Kiyomi.

Kiyomi groans. “Ohmygosh. I don’t like him that way. I don’t even know him for crying out loud,” Kiyomi defends but they weren’t having it.

Catching sight of the clock on the wall, Chan starts getting up. “Well, looks like we’ll have to continue this some other time. We better start heading out or else we won’t make it. It was nice bumping into you two.”

“Likewise,” Emiko says as Kiyomi turns away from them, arms crossed.

"You know we're just teasing right, Kiki?" Chan smiles as he ruffles her hair.

"Yah!" Kiyomi says as she pushes Chan's hand away, readjusting the messed up strands. "Whatever," she huffs.

"We love you," Chan singsongs as he begins to walk away.

LeeKnow looks between Chan and Kiyomi, a look of disgust painted across his features. "Um, he loves you. I don't," he says as Kiyomi turns around to give him a glare.

"Don't worry the feeling is mutual," she bites back.

"Aigoo, you're so cute when you're mad," LeeKnow coos as he pinches Kiyomi's cheek.

“Yah, we’re the same age! Stop treating me like a baby,” Kiyomi snaps as she tries to slap his hands away.

But LeeKnow is quick on his feet as he grabs his drink and runs off to meet Chan. “See you around losers,” he yells back, sending them a wave. "Especially you, love bug,” he adds, winking at Kiyomi as he pushes open the door. Kiyomi sticks out her tongue causing LeeKnow to chuckle.

As soon as the boys had left, Kiyomi looks over at Emiko, a gleam in her eyes. “Don’t you dare,” Emiko glares.

Kiyomi pushes a strand of her hair behind her ear as she re-enacts Emiko’s interaction. “Hi Chan,” she mimics before bursting into laughter. Emiko refuses to look at Kiyomi as Kiyomi singsongs. “I think someone has a crush.”

“Shut up,” Emiko rolls her eyes. “Not as much as you do with Hyunjin.”

Kiyomi groans. “I already told you. I don’t know him yet.”

“Yet,” Emiko wiggles her eyebrows.

Kiyomi playfully rolls her eyes. “Anyways, tell me how it all started? Tell me tell me,” Kiyomi urges.

Emiko chuckles. “You’re always so eager to know about other people’s love interests.”

“That’s because I’ve never been in love and I live vicariously through everyone else in the love department. Now tell me,” she smiles, shaking Emiko’s arm.

“Well,” Emiko smiles. “I guess it started a few months ago.”

“ A few months ago?” Kiyomi’s eyes widen.

“Well, that’s when I started noticing him more but I don’t think I was really sure of my feelings until a little bit ago,” Emiko says, fidgeting with the sleeve on her cup.

Kiyomi slowly nods as she processes Emiko’s words. “Were you guys always this obvious?”

Emiko laughs as she shakes her head. “Oh, Kiyomi. I mean we weren’t that obvious but I think LeeKnow, Changbin and Seungmin picked up on it pretty quickly.”

“Wait, does everyone already know about you two?” Kiyomi’s eyes widened. “And wait! Does that also mean you met 3racha before me?”

“No, no, not everyone, but I think most of the group has kind of caught on by now,” Emiko chuckles. “At least that’s what Chan thinks. And before you get all worked up, I only met 3racha before you cuz Chan told me to meet him at the studio so that we could go get dinner afterward.”

“You guys already went out on a date?!” Kiyomi holds her head in shock. “Am I really that oblivious? Why did I just start noticing you two now?” Her eyes move back and forth as she tries to jog her memory of any earlier recollections where Chan and Emiko had expressed an interest in one another.

“I mean,” a smirk tugs at Emiko’s lips. “You are pretty dense in the love department.”

Kiyomi scoffs. “Not true,” she takes another sip from her mug.

“Remember that guy from Chipotle?”

“Ohmygosh not this again,” Kiyomi groans as she covers her face. “How was I supposed to know that he was flirting? I thought he was just being nice!” she defends.

“Buying a $12 burrito meal for you is not being just nice,” Emiko laughs.

“Chan still doesn’t let me live that down. Don’t join forces with him too now that you’re crushing on him,” Kiyomi whines.

“I still can’t believe that went straight over your head,” Emiko covers her mouth as her head tilts back in laughter. “And to add the cherry on top you even offered to pay for the person’s meal behind you.”

“Don’t remind me. I really thought he was just doing a kind deed. What’s so wrong with assuming he was being friendly?” Kiyomi complains, knowing full well that she wasn’t helping her case.

Emiko leans forward, a gleam in her eyes as she looks at Kiyomi. “The fact that you didn’t catch on to the social cues when he was clearly trying to get your attention.”

Kiyomi can feel the heat rush to her cheeks as Emiko bursts out laughing again. Wiping the tears from her eyes, Emiko says, “I feel bad for the future guy you date. It’s gonna be years before you realize he was trying to flirt with you since day 1.”

“I refuse to let that happen. I’ve been waiting far too long. I’ll make sure when I find the one that they won’t have to wait any longer.”

“I sure hope so,” Emiko teases as she takes a sip. Her expression softens when she finds Kiyomi’s eyes. Kiyomi’s demeanor had changed completely as she was lost within her own mind, pondering over Emiko’s words. “Hey,” Emiko pulls Kiyomi out of her thoughts as Kiyomi looks over at her best friend. “Remember, you shouldn’t be looking for love. It’ll find you when the time is right.”

“That’s what everyone always says,” Kiyomi softly mutters, “but sometimes it’s hard to wait.”

“Waiting for love isn’t always easy.”

Kiyomi sighs. “There’s days I feel so lonely that looking at couples physically makes my heart ache and other days I’m so content with just being single.”

Emiko chuckles. “You should enjoy your 20s while you still can Kiki. You’ll have plenty of time to love the heck out of your future someone.”

Kiyomi dryly laughs. “Easier said since you’ve found a possible future someone. Besides, that's if someone can love me.”

“Kiki,” Emiko’s voice grows stern.

“Emi, let’s be real here for a moment. We all know I’m not that pretty to begin with and now with my face being half paralyzed and my deafness in my left ear, I mean, who would want that?”

“I would,” Emiko defends.

“That’s really sweet of you but you know what I mean Emi, it’s different. You’re my friend, practically my family, of course you’ll love me. It’s a little different when it involves a romantic interest.”

“Kiki,” Emiko reaches over and caresses Kiyomi’s hand. “I understand what you’re getting at but when you find the right person for you, I promise you that he will love you unconditionally. In fact, he’ll love you even more because of what you’ve been through.”

Kiyomi smiles weakly. “It’s just hard to believe that good guys like that still exist.”

“They’re out there, I promise,” Emiko softly smiles. “And I know you’ve shared in the past that you don’t always feel lovable but he will love you as you are. He’ll help you realize your worth and you’ll do the same. But…they can only meet you halfway.”

“This is exactly why I’m not in a relationship, let alone ready for one. I don’t see my worth and it's just hard to imagine that someone could love me for me.”

Emiko searches Kiyomi’s eyes, concern laced within her orbs. “Kiyomi, you are beautiful and you have so much worth. You have so much to give. I know I tell you this all the time but you really are more than your face. Your face doesn’t define the person you are, your soul does and your soul is the kindest one I’ve met.” When Kiyomi’s eyes fail to meet her own, she gives Kiyomi’s hands a tight squeeze. “You know I care for you and love you so much, right?”

“I know.” Kiyomi does her best to push away her lingering insecurities. “I love you too.”

Emiko gets up and slides into the booth next to her, embracing Kiyomi into a tight hug. “Don’t you ever forget it.”

“I’m sorry for bringing down the mood,” Kiyomi says into Emiko’s shoulder as her arms wrap tightly around Emiko’s waist. “Sometimes…I let my insecurities get the best of me.”

“You didn’t bring down the mood,” Emiko says into Kiyomi’s hair as she softly pats Kiyomi’s back. “You’ll find someone Kiyomi. I know you will. Until then, let’s work on reminding yourself how beautiful you are and how loved you are. Especially how much I love you.”

Kiyomi laughs as she pulls back. Looking at Emiko, she gently holds her hands. “I’m glad you’ve fallen for Chan. He’s a good guy,”

Emiko laughs, “Me too. But,” she taps the side of Kiyomi’s head, “remember nothing has quite happened yet so let’s not jump to any conclusions. We’re still getting to know each other.”

“I hope I can find a guy like Chan one day too,” Kiyomi looks down at her mug, a thin layer of foam coating the bottom.

“You’ll find someone even better.”

Kiyomi laughs. “Seeing the way he looked at you yesterday, Emiko. He has set my expectations high.”

Emiko’s cheeks turn a bright red as Kiyomi continues, “I can tell that Chan really likes you. He might even…love you. I’ve never seen him look at someone that way before. There was so much love in his gaze and I can see how much he cares about you. I want someone to look at me like that too.”

Emiko squeezes Kiyomi’s hand. “Thank you for sharing that with me, Kiki.”

“Of course,” Kiyomi smiles. “It’s beautiful and something that should be shared. You’re living proof of a love pre-bloom. Even though I’ve never been in love…I hope it’s like that.”

Emiko smiles. “I’ve never been in love either…but I think Chan might finally be the exception.”

Kiyomi and Emiko look at each other before breaking out into little squeals.

“I can’t believe my two best friends like each other!” Kiyomi shakes Emiko’s arms.

“I can’t believe Chan was looking at me like that last night and I was so nervous I didn’t even know!” Emiko squeals back.

“I’m excited for you both! You have my blessing,” Kiyomi winks. “Are you guys official yet?”

“No, we haven’t gotten that far. As I told you, we’re still in the beginning phase. We’re getting to know each other.”

“Good,” Kiyomi says. “I’d be upset if everyone else knew you were dating before I did.”

“Don’t worry,” Emiko pinches Kiyomi’s cheek. “You’ll be the first to know if that happens.”

“You mean when it happens,” Kiyomi teases.

“I don’t want to jinx it. I want to take it one day at a time. But yes,” Emiko shyly smiles. “I think I’m falling for him.”

“I’m happy for you Emi. Truly.”

“Thanks Kiki,” a warm smile spreads across her lips. “About what you were saying before, you can always come talk to me if you ever need anything at all. I’ll always be here for you.”

Kiyomi looks up into Emiko’s eyes, finding the same love and warmth she found in Chan’s. “I know. Thank you Emi.”

***

Saturday. 6:00 p.m.

Kiyomi opens her closet for the umpteenth time. She had thought that maybe if she kept opening and closing the doors, a cute outfit would magically appear for Hyunjin’s performance tonight.

“Kiki, are you getting ready?” Emiko asks as she peers her head through the door.

“I’m screwed,” Kiyomi pulls at her hair as she looks up at the ceiling exasperated. “I have nothing to wear.”

“Kiki, you always do this. You do have something to wear,” Emiko chuckles at her dramaticness. “It’s just finding the right attire to piece together.”

“No, I literally have nothing,” Kiyomi falls back onto her bed.

“Let me be the judge of that,” Emiko winks as she opens her closet. Searching through Kiyomi’s clothes, she explores her options. “Ooo this is cute!”

“What?” Kiyomi opens her eyes, squinting at Emiko from her bed.

Emiko pulls out a simple but elegant black dress from the back of her closet.

“No,” Kiyomi shuts her down as she bolts over to Emiko, trying to take the dress from her hands.

“What do you mean no? This is perfect!” Emiko twirls around.

“I’m not gonna wear my highschool dress to Hyunjin’s event,” Kiyomi says as she tries to grab the dress from Emiko once again.

“Why not?” Emiko avoids Kiyomi as she runs across the room.

“Firstly, it’s way too fancy for the event. Secondly, I don’t exactly have the best memories with that dress.”

Emiko’s mouth forms an o. “Is this what you wore when you were with the name who shall not be said?”

Kiyomi nods, before reaching out to take the dress again. Emiko lets her grab it. Kiyomi looks down at the black, silky fabric. A flood of memories flash through her mind of her highschool days with her ex. A time when she was still so young, still discovering who she was and still understanding what love was. Shaking her head she pushes away the thought of the last person she’d ever want to think about.

“Why don’t you make a new memory with it?” Emiko tilts her head.

“A new memory?”

Emiko nods. “Yeah, instead of keeping the memory of your sucky high school dance and people you’ve moved on from, you’ll remember the time we all went to see Hyunjin, LeeKnow and Felix dance. A dance where you’re with friends who actually care about you.”

“I-I don’t know,” Kiyomi plays with the ends of the dress.

“Why don’t you at least try it on and then we can make a decision?” Emiko pleads as she squeezes Kiyomi’s shoulders.

Kiyomi thinks it over in her head. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

Emiko squeals as she pushes Kiyomi over to her floor sized mirror. “Okay, try it on and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Kiyomi nods as she watches Emiko leave the room. Looking at the dress laid out over her reflection, she can’t stop the mixed feelings sitting at the pit of her stomach. Could this event really be different?

***

“I love the black dress,” Seungmin comments as he embraces Kiyomi into a hug.

“Thanks,” Kiyomi shyly says as a smiling Jeongin side steps past Seungmin to give her a hug as well.

“It really suits you,” Jeongin’s eyes light up as he gives her outfit a full once over.

“Thank you Jeongin, you look quite dashing yourself.”

A wide smile spreads across his face. “Thanks! Hyunjin helped me pick it out before he had to leave with the other 형s (hyungs).”

Hyunjin. Kiyomi had been counting the days till she’d finally be able to see him perform again. Although, she’d never admit it to Emiko, LeeKnow and Chan. Now that the day had finally come, she didn’t know if she was ready to see his performance-side. According to what she’d heard from the boys, it seemed like Hyunjin became an entirely different person when he danced on stage. But more importantly, Kiyomi had also been counting the days till she’d have to possibly bring up what happened at Chan’s that night.

She had no idea if he even remembered, let alone if he wanted to talk about it. Kiyomi was so embarrassed, she didn’t know if she should immediately apologize or just pretend like it never happened. Her nerves were eating her alive. Shifting her weight between her legs, her fingers fidget with the 4 rings on her index and middle fingers.

“Let’s go to the entrance,” Seungmin signals with his head as he starts walking over. “Chan and the others should be waiting for us there.”

Happy to have a distraction, Kiyomi briskly follows behind, doing her best to push away her nerves and deal with them after the performance. Sure enough, as they approach the front door, Chan and his 3racha crew stand looking around the crowd for their two younger members. “형(hyung),” Seungmin calls out, grabbing all three of their attention.

Chan’s lips tug into a wide smile as he acknowledges them. Han waves excitedly from beside Chan. “Seungmin,” Han calls back.

“Wooow, who’s this handsome young man?” Changbin teases as he takes a good look at Jeongin’s outfit.

“Stop it 형(hyung), you’re drawing people’s attention,” Jeongin says through gritted teeth as he gets closer, flashing a group nearby a shy, apologetic smile.

Giving Jeongin’s shoulder a tight squeeze, Changbin just laughs. “It’s called confidence, Innie. Own it,” he winks and Jeongin just groans.

“I’m glad everyone made it,” Chan smiles as he gives Emiko and Kiyomi a hug hello. Changbin and Han follow suit as Han makes sure to flash Kiyomi a flirtatious smile. Kiyomi playfully rolls her eyes as he gives her a quick hug. “Okay,” Chan says, “I have everyone’s tickets, so let’s go to our seats.” Everyone nods as they follow Chan inside.

After heading through security, Chan leads them to the front row. Changbin and Han head in first, followed by Jeongin and Seungmin before Chan and Emiko follow, Kiyomi sitting at the end of the row. “I can’t believe there are so many people,” Kiyomi whispers to Emiko as she looks around the room. It was practically full and there were still lines of people trickling in. Kiyomi hadn’t realized how popular the event would be.

“Yeah. Chan was telling me that this event is a pretty big deal. Apparently, not only is it a great opportunity for dance majors to practice their performance skills, but they also have a chance of possibly getting scouted out by companies.”

“Scouted by companies?” Kiyomi’s eyes widened.

Emiko nods. “Yeah. Chan was saying that last year there was a group that got recognized by one of the big three companies in Korea. They offered them a contract and they’ve been working with the company ever since. I think it was Blueprint Studios?”

“Blueprint Studios?!” Kiyomi covers her mouth. “If they got a contract with them…that’s a big deal. Damn, they must have been really good.”

“Yeah, the best of the best come here.”

Kiyomi lets Emiko’s words sink in. If it was the best of the best that meant that Chan’s group was pretty good and if Hyunjin was presenting his own choreographed piece, then his skills had to be on another level. Redirecting her attention back to the empty stage, Kiyomi’s eyes follow the floating stage lights gently swaying across the closed curtains. She focuses on the different colors to distract herself from the anticipation building inside her stomach.

She’d waited so long for this performance, so long to see Hyunjin dance the way he had in the studio. Would she see him dance the choreography he did that day or would it be something entirely different? Did LeeKnow and Felix move similarly to the way Hyunjin did or was their style completely different? Uniquely theirs? Questions kept popping inside Kiyomi’s head until she heard a voice from the overhead speakers inform everyone to take a seat. As everyone starts to settle down, Kiyomi finds herself sighing in relief, eager for the show to finally start. As the lights dim, Emiko leans over and whispers in Kiyomi’s ear, “Are you ready?”

“I’m so excited,” Kiyomi’s eyes light up as the curtains open and the first act steps forward.

Only a few minutes in and impressed is an understatement to how Kiyomi feels. The amount of control and confidence each dance group incorporates within their unique choreographies and styles leaves Kiyomi speechless. Every dance team on the register was representing the rest of their idol groups in the crowd and they talked big through their movements. Kiyomi could tell that everyone that walked on and off that stage knew they had something to offer and understood the importance of the event’s opportunities. Even as Stray Kids’ dance team–danceracha–walks onto the stage, Kiyomi finds it difficult to peel her eyes away from them.

The trio are dressed in hip streetwear paired with different styled air jordans color coded to their outfit. Despite the sweet, shy smiles plastered on their faces as they look out into the crowd, they walk with a confidence that feels like they own the stage. Getting into position, their expressions simultaneously darken as smoke filters out from the curtains and the music starts; the three of them dancing with a charisma that Kiyomi could only aspire to one day replicate.

The choreography danceracha worked on strongly showcased each member’s strengths and distinct styles of dance. As Hyunjin moves himself to the front of the trio, he gracefully flows through his movements, incorporating a mix of popping skills that demonstrate his precision and control over his body. As the music changes and LeeKnow takes front and center, his style and rhythm accentuate his movements and techniques, displaying his knowledge in hip hop, jazz and ballet.

When LeeKnow moves, he does so with a purpose, emphasizing specific movements to be bigger and more powerful while still connecting the choreo with an effortless ease. As the music transitions into the finale with a more upbeat, techno mix, Felix confidently steps to the front, expressing his own touch through powerful, quick and clean movements. He makes sure to showcase his flexibility, ending his part with an artistic kick and spin. Kiyomi watches in awe as the three men finish their choreo with a cool pose; the crowd around them going hysterical. Kiyomi smacks Emiko’s arm as she points to the stage, “Did you see that?! That was SO cool!” she practically yells so as to not be drowned out by the roaring cheers.

“Mad respect,” Emiko salutes the three of them as she continues to clap enthusiastically alongside Kiyomi. Kiyomi finds it difficult to shut her jaw as she just stares at her friends (and new friend) in awe. They were so talented and they performed like they were born to be on stage. The three break their serious facade again as they wave and blow kisses to the crowd. LeeKnow and Felix make sure to send a special wave towards Stray Kids, Emiko and Kiyomi as they walk by the edge of the stage. As Felix and LeeKnow split up to the opposite sides of the stage and bow to the audience below, Kiyomi realizes someone is missing. As her eyes scan around for Hyunjin, she manages to catch a quick glimpse of him disappearing behind the curtain.

“Where is Hyunjin going?” Kiyomi frowns as she looks at Emiko. Emiko holds back a laugh as she catches the pout forming on Kiyomi’s lips. However, before she can tease Kiyomi, the event’s speaker steps back onto the stage, cueing Felix and LeeKnow to quickly disappear behind the curtain.

“Now, we have Hyunjin from Stray Kids performing a piece he choreographed himself called empty,” the speaker spoke again. “A dancer already for three years, he worked really hard on this choreo, trying to express the intimate feelings of loneliness and longing. Without further ado, everybody please welcome Hwang Hyunjin,” the man says as he applauds, quickly stepping away from the limelight and back into the shadows of the side stage.

The crowd cheers as the lights dim once again. The men sitting beside Kiyomi and Emiko find themselves inching towards the edge of their seats as they eagerly wait for Hyunjin to take the stage.

It’s not until the blueish, white stage lights that were circling about the room come together and focus on a spot at the center of the stage that everyone’s eyes catch sight of Hyunjin. He’s breathtaking to say the least as he slowly walks forward, barefoot and dressed in all white. Billie Eillish’s “when the party's over” gently emits from the speakers above, filling the silence with an eerie feeling that sets the mood.

As Hyunjin begins to move, Kiyomi can’t stop her heart from clenching as she feels his pain through his expressions and movements; his dance an interlacement of intimacy and powerful techniques. Kiyomi had never felt so much emotion from a dancer before. Her eyes, along with everyone else’s, stay glued to Hyunjin’s figure as he gracefully moves about the stage, connecting each movement with such fluidity it sends chills down her spine. As Hyunjin falls to the ground, Kiyomi can’t shake the familiar feeling in her chest at his expressions and movements. It was almost as if she’d seen them once before.

As Hyunjin embraces himself, something clicks in Kiyomi’s brain.

Her memories flood back to the day her feet came to a stop in front of the studio as she had just watched Hyunjin in awe. As Hyunjin effortlessly does a backhand across the dance floor, Kiyomi feels the same feeling of pure admiration she felt the first time she saw him. She finds herself envying the way Hyunjin effortlessly draws everyone’s attention towards him as he gracefully moves about the stage.

Anyone could see the depth and thought Hyunjin had put into his performance. From the way his face expressed a conflicted pain and longing, to the way his movements felt free and then restricted. Even the spotlight emphasized and hid different parts of the choreo as he emerged into the light before retreating back into the shadows. As Hyunjin slowly steps out of reach of the spotlight and the venue echoes the song’s last note, the crowd erupts into cheers.

Hyunjin walks back to the front of the stage and takes a bow. Kiyomi stares at him in awe as the spotlight shines against his eyes, a bright smile adorning his lips. His face is practically glowing as he waves to the crowd, looking like a true performer. Hyunjin continues to shyly bow his head as he makes his way across the stage towards the curtain. As Kiyomi watches him leave, there is only one thought embedded in her mind.

There was no way she was joining Felix and Hyunjin for their next dance practice.

chp 6 chp 9 (will be coming in a month or so)

#stray kids #healing #love #hyunjin x reader #skz hyunjin #stray kids fluff #kintsugi #skz fluff #straykids #bang chan #leeknow #skz #han jisung #changbin #seungmin #jeongin #lee felix #skz friends

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bastionbibi · 5 months ago

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Hi, Drabble Anon here and I’ve taken your suggestion into consideration and have decided to put ghost au and swapover au to ao3 once I get my computer fixed! Thank you so much for answering to these little drabbles, I’m really glad you’ve enjoyed them. As thanks, here are a few things for you in regards to the aus, I hope you have a good day/night:

Ghost au:

- It’s very common for ghosts to attach to people they know, whether it be family, friends, loved ones or even animals and people they hate. If they don’t have anyone to attach to, they linger on in familiar places until their soul eases enough to move on.

- When it comes to interacting with the living and corporeal, at a baseline they can make their presence be sensed via warm feelings like the ones Taka’aki feels whenever his family hugs him. Each ‘warmth’ is distinct but if it’s someone they hate then it’s either cold or really hot. However, as Hiromitsu said, it requires concentration, determination and pinpointing what you want to do, hence why Date phased through Takagi. This also applies to manipulating objects but sometimes when a soul wants to protect something or someone, they can instantly pinpoint and interact with things around them like when Date was holding back the rubble.

- When a ghost dies, to others they look about the age when they died but to the living, there’s ‘markings’ so to say that shows how a ghost died. Taka’aki nearly had a panic attack when he tried to capture his parents in a picture and saw the stab wounds he found on their corpses on them in bloody red. Taka’aki also withheld the urge to hold back tears when he saw a crossed out heart over Aoi’s chest and a bullet hole in Hiromitsu’s.

- Depending on how angered/determined a ghost is, they can briefly appear to the living and manipulate things heavily correlated to their deaths. For a ghost who was stabbed to death, they could either make someone feel a horrible stabbing pain without killing them or ease the pain of someone being stabbed. You can imagine how Jodie’s dad looked to Vermouth when a body of fire with gunshot holes in his chest suddenly appeared.

- The Kudos have a very strange connection to the dead, something Yusaku is strangely oblivious to, citing it as normal. Yukiko mostly shrugged and adapted to the strange stuff.

- Bad Omen is not the only non-ghost entity.

Swapover au:

- Melkior doesn’t have family, at least not anymore. No one knows why he’s hunting down the Black Organisation of his world but he does care for those he trust in his own way.

- Rachel often spars with her Sonoko whose also known as the boxing queen/the princess of kicks. Phantom Magician is both impressed and terrified of her.

- Some swapped characters haven’t had their roles fleshed out yet since swapover is a newer au but I do have some plans.

- Taka’aki haven’t heard from his brother in a while but Scotch still checks up on him to ensure that he remains safe and out of the black organisation’s sight.

- The swapped Akai family is a bit more… complicated so to say.

And now, a teaser for something that’s still in the works:

*Brring!* *Riiing!*

“Hello?”

“Finally, you’ve picked up! I’ve been trying to call you for ages!”

“Well I’m sorry that my life’s constantly busy with murder cases every damn week!”

“And? That’s no reason not to miss movie night!”

“Again?”

“Hey, wasn’t my idea and we all need the breathers after what we went through. We’ll be meeting tomorrow, same spot.”

“Ugh.. fine, I’ll come. But I’m bringing the alcohol. Last loop was hell…”

“Yeah, that’s understandable… I’m still not over it honestly, all the more reason to have this movie night.”

“Do I at least get to pick a movie?”

“We all do, so no worries, you get your chance!”

“So long as we’re not watching another Speed Racer.”

“Oh come on, that’s a classic!”

“For you it is.”

I have had this in my inbox for close to a month now and I'm so sorry for not publishing it till now... I forgot about it, only when I got a notification for a new message did I open my inbox again.

I'm glad that you're thinking of posting it, maybe you can send me a link for it when you do?

I know that you answered a lot already and you don't have to elaborate on this ofc! But I keep wondering what happens if they're haunted by a malevolent spirit, like the spirit of someone you killed or someone who actively wants revenge since the only spirits we see for now are those who wants to protect the living.

Wouldn't it be interesting if Conan is haunted by one of those too??

Also, I don't wanna pressure you ofc but I LOVE the swapover AU so much, because while I do like detco characters, their author rarely ever delve deep into their characterization, I mean, Sonoko is the best friend of the protag but we rarely ever see her outside of her days as being rich, having crushes, and while she has her moments, for someone who's been in the series for so long, I think she deserve more development. We got a few episodes with her being a detective lately which is good! But I can't help but wishing her and other characters gets more episode that doesn't just involve some recycled murder plot ya know.

And swapping their personality and using them as comparison to their original ones can give a new POV of that, if you ever publish it, please send them here aha

ALSO WHAT DO YOU MEAN "last loop"?? Are some of them trapped in this? I need to know AAAAAA. Again, thank you for sending me these.

#asks #drabble anon

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rainbowcarousels · 2 years ago

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A brief, Louis POV end of series one-shot for stars now exists thanks to that Louis kinks exploration post from @hekateinhell. Spoilers abound for the last chapter.

Also on ao3!

“I’m not saying you have to try something you don’t want to,” Daniel said, taking his silence as affirmation that he understood now. “But we’re not exactly vanilla and given that spanking after that text, neither are you. The only thing you have to lose is a night and maybe a little dignity, but what’s dignity compared to happiness? To pleasure?”

“It’s indulgent,” Louis said.

“It’s fun,” Daniel said.

“Definitely not tonight,” came Daniel’s voice over the cell phone. “Maybe tomorrow. He’s found some backstreet designer and is placing some very specific orders.”

There would never be a question of how Armand had managed to bewitch some Italian designer enough to get them to take an order at what had to be the early hours of the morning there. His ability to bewitch and bedazzle never ceased to amaze, particularly when he felt passionate about the subject matter. As much as Louis wanted to see him – and Daniel for that matter – he knew how Armand felt about fine clothing and he wasn’t going to deprive him of one of his favourite pastimes.

“I would have bought you more time to prepare things if I could,” Louis apologised. “But he was getting increasingly upset by the distance between us.”

“It all worked out.” Daniel suddenly raised his voice, perhaps answering some question in rapid fire Italian. Louis was starting to feel rusty, given he was only picking up half of the words. “How do you feel about leather?”

Louis tried to consider it. “Are you being dressed in leather for something?”

“I don’t know what I’m wearing till it’s put in front of me,” Daniel said. “Besides, we’re not shopping for me, we did that last night. I think he’s investing in some new pieces for you.”

“He doesn’t need to bring me things every time,” Louis said, but he had let most of the fight of it go out of him. Armand seemed to find joy in spoiling him, not because he was embarrassed by him but because it seemed to fill some need for him to do it. It was a small capitulation to make for his happiness.

“Do you own anything in leather?” Daniel asked.

“Gloves,” Louis replied. They were supposed to be driving gloves, but he had little need to drive in New York and truthfully, their usual use involved a great deal more nudity and tongues. “Lestat has some pants without anything in the rear.”

Daniel laughed fitfully. “Yeah, of course his royal highness has assless chaps. If they ever do something as stiff as a coronation, he should wear them.”

“I’d be careful about calling him that in front of him,” Louis warned. He already had once in mitigating circumstances and the response had been some enthusiastic but far too detailed role playing. The stage had never called to him in the same way and he had very little experience with it in the bedroom. Over the past few weeks, he was learning that he had very little experience in the bedroom by comparison in general. “He’ll start to like it.”

“You say that like you didn’t want him to stick around,” Daniel replied. “Both of you, for that matter. Don’t you want him to like it?”

“Daniel, if I wanted to keep him happy in that way, a good sharp 'slut' or 'whore' does a much better job.” Louis bit back a smile at Daniel’s exaggerated gasp and what he thought might have been genuine laughter. “You’re easily shocked.”

“Only with you,” Daniel replied. “You blush like a virgin on her wedding night, you can’t blame me for being surprised that you’re happy to engage in a degradation kink.”

“Daniel,” Louis replied. “I’m Catholic. Guilt and degradation are a way of life.”

“Somewhere out there in the great hereafters, my grandmother would probably be so happy to know I’m half-way involved with a nice Catholic boy,” Daniel said. “Well, Catholic boy, I’ve seen your work, I’m not sure ‘nice’ is the word I’d use.”

“I can be nice,” Louis protested. “There just isn’t often a call for it.”

“Nice always seems to get him emotional,” Daniel agreed. “Like he doesn’t know what to do with just being loved openly, sweetly. I’m not sure if he could learn to like it.”

“Vulnerability is hard for all of us,” Louis agreed quietly. “We persevere.”

“And learn,” Daniel replied. “I had all of my hard no’s swept away in the seventies, as long as the right person is involved, I don’t think there’s much I don’t like.”

“I’ve never had the pleasure,” Louis admitted.

“Of exploring your limits?” Daniel said.

“You were mortal at the time your limits were explored,” Louis replied, trying to keep all defensiveness from his tone. “My mortal experience of men was…limited.”

“You didn’t think to explore it after?” Daniel asked. “Not even this time around, with Armand?”

“Things are good as they are,” Louis said. “What we do is extremely pleasurable.”

“I’m familiar with your work,” Daniel responded, “Looking forward to seeing more of it too, but…immortality is the gift of time, you don’t want to try everything and see if you find something you like?”

“How did we get onto this from clothing?” Louis evaded.

“Because Armand likes to treat lovers like Barbie dolls to dress up and then destroy the clothes the moment he wants to fuck,” Daniel replied bluntly. “And we both know the only one who can pull off Barbie is Lestat.”

“Can that designer not hear you?” Louis asked.

“I’m on the husband chair,” Daniel said.

“The what?” Louis asked.

“The husband chair,” Daniel said. “The random chair in the corner of the room to sit on while you collect all of his bags.”

Oh. Yes, something he was intimately familiar with. Armand did tend to get lost looking around shops and whenever he had occasion to, so did Lestat.

“It’s indulgent,” Louis said.

“It’s fun,” Daniel said. “It doesn’t always have to be about taking care of someone else, it can just be for you. That’s okay.”

“Are you giving me permission, Daniel?” Louis asked.

“Do you want me to?” Daniel asked. “Would it help if someone actually said that was allowed, encouraged, desired even?”

“I don’t know,” Louis replied quietly. It wasn’t within his nature to need to be directed, not in that area. “I’ll consider it, as long as I don’t have to wear ‘assless chaps’.”

Daniel’s laughter rang down the phone line. “I don’t decide on the wardrobe,” he said. “You’re going to have to take that up with Armand when we get back. Though it would be fun to watch Lestat’s head explode at the sight of that.”

“You’re going the right way for getting bent over again.” Damn it, he could feel himself blushing.

“I think you’re going to have to ask Armand’s permission for that now rather than mine,” Daniel said.

“I’m sure I can convince him,” Louis replied.

“Look forward to seeing you try,” Daniel said. “Shit, sorry, I have to go, I’m being grabbed – you’ve already brought me three jackets, what do I need four jackets for? Where are we going that I need four dinner jackets? Don’t just laugh, answer me, what are we doing?!”

Louis hung up the phone and left them to their wares. It seemed like he had a few things to consider and think about before their return.

#fic: the stars still conspire for us #louis pov #louis de pointe du lac #daniel molloy #louis/armand #louis/lestat #daniel/armand #ot4 struggles #vc

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