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slashingdisneypasta · 3 years ago

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Human!Freddy Krueger x Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Title: What The Fuck Now, Freddy!?

Notes:

This is not inherently romantic, at all. Or sexual. Just... Freddy being a bastard, and you are caught in the crosshairs- and are forever linked with him because of it.

I've been listening to Lizzie, a lot lately- and this is inspired by 'What The Fuck Now, Lizzie!?'

Also- I'm thinking this will have a part 2. Due to the ending not being quite enough. Maybe a part for the court proceedings!

Plot: Many will know the story of that terrible day Krueger essentially snapped- killing his wife, Loretta Krueger. She saw the basement, they say, and he didn't like that. Their daughter saw the whole thing and suffered a traumatic response to seeing the sight of her mother, strangled to death, by her father- and forgot the whole thing.

But if she were to remember something, one day.

She may remember something no one knows about that day, aside from Freddy himself.

She may remember, that someone else was there.

She may remember you.

Alternatively- you're being blackmailed by Freddy who found out you, another supposedly Plain Jane in Loretta's 'mothers club', is cheating on your husband and calls you up to help deal with the mess he made. Because who else did he have?

Warnings: Okay lemme see, its basically a potluck of triggers. Hm. Murder, swearing, cheating (You, on your husband. Not with Freddy), getting rid of a body, a child gets traumatised (Obviously, Kathy/Maggie), Freddy himself, mention of the basement and all that entails, reader with a very questionable moral compass. Look, I think if you can watch Freddy's Dead, you're good here.

I'm just heading out the door, to go grocery shopping - or, at least, that's the story I tell my husband. When really I don't do the grocery shop until the day after tomorrow. He never notices... - when the phone rings. By very nearly tripping over my feet in my endeavour to catch it before the ringing stops, I manage pick up the phone with very little injury besides an achy, slightly twisted ankle. "Hi! Hi, sorry, I'm here. Hello?"

Pouting, I sit down at the kitchen table; Rubbing my poor ankle to sooth the pain, which would soon diminish anyway. Still- I'm sorry, ankle. I'll try to chill.

When the voice on the other end reveals who it is who's called the house, I lose all need to be pleasant. Damn. I really need to memorise this goddamn number... so I can not answer it. "Whatcha wearin'?"

"Thank god Harrison didn't answer this, you fuck." I deeply roll my eyes. Thank god Har's out. No, this is not my mister, not the man I was going to meet just now- but its bad, enough. In an entirely different way. Its stupid, blackmailing, son of a... hundred maniacs. "What do you want?"

"What a way to answer the phone, Y/N. Gee, seems like every time I we talk, I'm learning how you really aren't in the right place, are you? Cheating on your poor husband, swearing... These aren't really signs of the perfect suburban house wife, is it?" Gritting my teeth, I keep from lashing out. I've learned, if you stay real quiet, Freddy wont have anything to pull from and will get bored quick. "Why so silent, hm?"

"... " Oh, fuck me. I cant help it. "Wondering where you get off judging me on being 'suburban', actually."

"Anywhere I like, thanks."

Oh... oh. Gross?

He doesn't see the disgust tearing my face into two perfect halves right now, but my silence must be enough as he laughs. The sound is directly into the phone, and harsh on my poor eardrums. Ugh... "Oh for gods sake... What are we? Fourteen years old?? Come on- why'd you call?"

"Uhhhh... " Quickly, midway through that drawn out 'um' sound, Freddy's voice transitions, and gets a whole lot darker. Something deep in his chest dislodging, to make it so. Perhaps, his heart. "Well... you might wanna come and see for yourself."

"Uh, I don't think so. I have somewhere to be right now- "

"Oh well you don't, anymore." And its clear what he isn't saying- or else I'll tell Harrison about Carter and set your life on fire. "Tell your boy toy you're takin' a reign check for the day. I think you'll last. In fact... after you come over here, you might be out of the game for a couple a hours at least- maybe days."

Hold on, hold on Freddy what the fuck- "What!?"

"... Believe it or not, I didn't actually mean for that one."

Moron.

Nevertheless, no matter how just... off setting, Freddy is, I had to when he asked. I had to jump when he said so.

Because if not, then he would tear my life apart.

So here I am, about to knock on that big red door he lives behind, wondering what I'm walking into. Where's Loretta? Where's Kathy? How long will the visit be? I told Carter I'd be an hour or two late- any longer and I wont see him at all today. Which would absolutely suck.

Just after my knuckles come down on the wood the first time, a hand comes down on my shoulder and I immediately jump out of my skin... then slowly look around.

There's Freddy, a cheeky grin on his face. It does nothing to set my nerves at ease. "Ugh... Why are you out here?"

"We're going to the backyard. Lets go." Taking me by the shoulders, he marches me around the side of the house, instead of through it for some reason, and into the familiar backyard. I've been here numerous times, as Loretta likes to hold our club meetings here - Barbecue's, tea's... that sort of thing. Just to let the kids play together and so the adults can enjoy some adult conversation. Its a nice yard... but depending on what her horrid husband is about to show me, it may not be considered as such anymore... - , but I'm now starting to develop a sick feeling in my stomach.

Honestly- I don't know much about Freddy at all. Yes, I went to school with him, but that doesn't mean much when he was a freaky loner kid the whole time. I remember he killed the class hamster once- that's about the only splash he ever made in the news pool; But it definitely stuck.

Yes, Loretta cleaned up his image a fair bit since getting married, but now he's blackmailing me, and as far as I know I'm now alone with him.

Suspicious of him suddenly, I slip out of his grip with a dirty look flashed his way. Don't touch me.

He just rolls his eyes, leading me around some hedges.

And then everything stops.

Him, me, the air; The air around me, the breeze, the breath in my throat.

There lays Loretta, on the ground. If I was really really naïve, I could imagine she were sleeping... or passed out, at least, due to the way she's sprawled out. No one would lay down like that willingly.

But... her eyes are open.

For a moment I'm tempted to kneel down; Take a closer look. Find out how, myself. Is she bleeding anywhere that I cant see now? Are her lips turning blue? If I moved some short red hair out of the way- would their be marks on her neck yet?

But then I come to my senses...

And freak. The fuck. O u t.

"What, the fuck, did you do!?" I whip around, looking at Freddy now which entirely new eyes. I mean, before I sure wasn't fond- but now I'm filled with something new, looking at him. Something a lot worse, something that makes me want to run. Run, and hide, and stay there.

And all these, even though he hasn't really changed. He still wears a mischievous smirk, stony blue eyes eating up my reactions... like always. But this time its just so so much worse. "Made some dead weight- now you're gonna help me get rid of it. So!" Finally, though its been only a matter of seconds, he turns his gaze off of me and I'm glad. That gaze is far too heavy. "Ideas?"

Only for a moment am I lost for words, struggling to push anything out. "I... I'm sorry??"

His gaze returns to mine, but this time my eyes are hard as his are dark. "Help. Me. Get rid of her. Fucking. Body. Or do you want your dirty laundry aired for the whole community to hear?"

Before I can help myself, I let out a sharp laugh, only succeeding in making Freddy's scowl deeper. "Freddy- this secret's a lot bigger, then mine. Sure, I might get divorced- but you're going to prison!" Does he get that? He's g o i n g to j a i l. Crossing my arms, I try to avoid looking at my ex-friend's body. I cant. "I'm sure as hell not gonna be in there with you, for being an accomplice."

I really cant look at her... I can only focus on Freddy. And that takes a lot of energy- its taking everything in me, in fact. Everything I have. But I have to. If its him or her, there's no choice.

But... then a creepy smile spreads across his face- a vast polarity to the frustrated glower of before. It makes my blood run cold.

"Ohhhh..." He looks almost ferocious, even in his composed state. Like a monster. Like any moment a fanged, inhuman creature is going to burst out of him and I'm going to wake up, and this will have been a nightmare. A horrible nightmare. The kind where that creature haunts me for a long time, after its over. After this over.

He's going to haunt me.

"You must think this is my first time... " My heart turns to ice, mouth hanging a little open... what the fuck have I found myself a part of!? Suddenly all the children's disappearances on the news lately come to the forefront of my brain... "Sweetheart, give a man his dues. I'm a hard working kinda guy... " I watch his gaze flicker to a door - the back door? No... The basement door, - and when a filthy smirk pulls at his mouth, my heart flies up into my throat. God, it makes me feel sick. I want to be violently ill. "My first was my adoptive Dad... pretty sick, huh?"

The fact that he didn't say anything about the basement, makes my imagination go wild. I swallow it down, though.

I just need to get out of here, and never think about this again.

And to do that I need to help Freddy get rid of this goddamn body- and... probably... testify at court... As the panic starts to finally rise up in my, right up to fill my throat, I immediately take in a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Okay... " No time to freak out. Now's the time for action.

Gaze flickering to Loretta again, I try to acclimatise to the sight. I think its a lost cause, though. "How did you get rid of him? Your Dad?"

"No, that's not gonna work. He was a drunk dead beat, and I just had to tell the police some guy's he owed money to came over to the house." Freddy grins happily at the memory, but then just as quickly, scowls at his poor deceased wife's body- that certainly cant fight back. I just tack this onto the long list of reasons I hate him. "Lore's such a goddamn goody goody- we cant do the same thing. You don't think I woulda thought of that??"

"Hey." I snap, hands braced on my hips as I flash a glare his way. "This is not the time to get defensive!"

"Whatever... "

Then- suddenly, something occurs to me. Confused, I look around; A deeply horrified feeling disturbing my stomach. "Hold on... Where's your daughter?" Seeing no sign of her anywhere, I definitely start to panic again- especially when I look to Freddy and just see a pert look in his eyes as he looks back at me, a smile that strikes something horrid inside me. My eyes narrow. "You sick fuck- where the fuck is she!??"

"Under the bed."

"What the fuck does that mean!?" I exclaim, frustrated and freaking out. He did not- he did not! Killing your spouse is one thing, but the kid?? Your own kid??

I don't wait around for him to be cryptic some more, and rush right into the house to look for her. Under the bed, under the bed, under the fucking bed...? Which fucking bed!? Forcing ferocity out of my voice, I carefully call out to Kathy. Hoping to god she answers. I try to sound normal. Maybe a little bit cheerful; Excited.

But my voice wobbles.

"Kathy?? Sweetheart, its Y/N! Are you hiding? I have something for you... " ?? You have something for her, Y/N?? God... now you have to figure out some kind of treat.

You know what? Whatever. We'll figure that out later.

Lets just hope we aren't searching for a corpse. I'd definitely be sick, seeing a child... the way Loretta is...

Shaking my head and clenching my fists, I try to focus on Kathy.

I check under the bed in the guest room because it comes into view first and she isn't there, then her bedroom and she isn't there either... and get a sick feeling as soon as I enter the last bedroom. Freddy's and Loretta's.

God, I've never been in here before but its like a museum peace now. A horrible one. Like if you would walk into the Titanic... or the Borden house.

"Kathy? You in here?" Flicking on the light I kneel down on the ground, and check under the bed.

And something immediately crashes over me, as the sight of her covering her eyes down there. It isn't exactly relief, because this whole situation is still phenomenally fucked up for her, but I am selfishly glad to not have to see her body... crumpled, just like her mother.

"Hey sweetheart," My voice quivers slightly now, but I quickly swallow. No. No. Now, you must be strong Y/N. "Its just me. Your Daddy was looking for you, and couldn't find you! It got him worried!"

"I... I don't wanna see Daddy. He hurt Mommy." Kathy doesn't remove her hands from her face, and stays firmly by the wall- too far away for anyone to grab. My heart sinks.

Slowly straightening up again, I try to take that piece of information in. Turning to the doorway, I see Freddy there. he must have followed me. I didn't even notice. Slowly, and quietly ferociously, I say; "She saw?!"

He has the good sense to look embarrassed, even if it is just to make fun of me. "It was spur of the moment... " He shrugs. "I didn't have time to get a babysitter!"

What a fucking excuse. For gods sake.

I'm definitely dealing with a psycho- if that was even a question before now.

Swiftly, I look down under the bed again, because I'm afraid that if I continue to engage with him- I'll scream, and I'll lose my breath, and I'll scare Kathy even more. She's at the forefront of my mind; That's all I can think about.

But what to do with her after I get her out from under this bed, I don't know. I cant give her back to her father... but I cant hand her over to the police either because that would involve telling them about Loretta, and... Freddy will definitely kill me, for that.

This is a nightmare of a situation.

I'm just opening my mouth to say something - what, I don't know yet, - when she speaks, instead. "Is he there?"

"... Yes." I wont lie to her; That would be treating her with not nearly as much respect as she deserves.

When she takes a deep breath and rubs her eyes, as if just trying to keep herself together, my heart clenches. God... and to think I might not have picks up Freddy's call today. I would have been leaving her with this. For the first time today, I'm morbidly glad I came.

She speaks in that loud, hissy way that kids think is a whisper. "Can he... can you please make him go away?"

Immediately I straighten back up and look to Freddy again, my eyebrows raised halfway up my forehead. Like well? "Get out."

"I don't think you're in a position to make demands here, bi- "

"Do you want Kathy to live down there now!??" I snap, trying not to be scared. Not really feeling scared, actually. Just happy to have a reason to tell him to get the hell away from me.

A deep frown creases his mouth, deeply unhappy about the situation, but steps back. I only hear him step out of the way of the door, but its good enough. Quickly, I get up and close the door - fighting with myself not to slam it, - and lock it.

Then I return to the floor, and see this time Kathy has uncovered her eyes. She looks so small, smaller then she actually is, and she looks like she's shaking. Little red bows and piggy tails in her hair are messy from crawling under the bed. "He's gone, sweetheart. And I locked the door."

She just nods, so I take the silence as a chance to offer my hand to her. "Take my hand, sweetie? Come on out from under the bed. Its cold down there, and no one wants you getting sick." I need to upkeep the family friend bit, I need to sound caring and collected. I need her to trust me.

Her big eyes, not Loretta's colour or Freddy's, look nervous as hell. And she shakes her head.

Taking a deep breath, and I conjure all the sincerity as I can. And mean it. My eyes soften and I try really hard, to resent myself as someone trustworthy- which is hard, seeing as I've never really been that. I mean, I'm cheating on my husband. I told Carter today the same lie I told Harrison when i knew I was going to be late. The only person I think who knows the truth behind all my lies is Freddy. That says something about a person, that the only person who knows them is a psychopath.

But I want to, I need to, be good for this little girl. And there's no time for me turn my life around so it has to start with this. How fucked is that?

"... I promise, I'll take care of you. He wont hurt you."

After a few whole minutes, in which I stay silent because yes she's a child, but she's still thinking, she crawls over and takes my hand, letting me lead her out. Crawling into my lap as I cross my legs under her, she buries her face in my shirt- hiding. "You promise?"

Taking a deep breath, because I've really done it now, I offer my pinky for her to see if she turned her head. I know Freddy's listening to all of this through the wall, but I try not to freak out. "Pinky swear?"

"Pinky swear." She peaks out from my shirt, and curls her little finger around mine. Okay... "Y/N... I'm scared."

"Yeah... Me too, sweetie."

What am I going to do?

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reynie-muldoons · 3 years ago

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'The Dance of the Celestial Orb' liveblog!

for real this time lmfao

book and show spoilers below

I'm ✨nervous✨ please let our children be okay

0:10 this Sticky arc hurts me so kuch

1:35 this music is BUMPIN

2:22 I just wanna know how she got under there without the dude seeing her

2:47 "all systems go" for the Improvement.... yikes 😬😬😬

2:55 she didn't wait even 5 seconds after they left, the door was still closing when she popped up 😂 can you imagine if one of them doubled back right at that moment

3:18 they look like the dudes from that veggietales movie, I think it was Esther- the island of perpetual tickling?? Anyone??? 😂😂😂

4:00 Kate vented.......

4:51 "not a rat" yeah no shit

5:07 if not for the suspense, I would be jamming out lmaooo

6:10 Mr. Benedict is looking at the shoreline, is he about to watch Kate dive in???? Because I mean that's where she's gotta be going

6:20 "memory challenges"? Is Rhonda talking about Milligan's amnesia, or has short term memory been affected as well??

6:29 .....thank you for answering so efficiently 😂

6:42 "I buy it. I completely.... buy it." RHONDA THAT'S NOT HELPFUL AHSKSHDJKD

6:56 can you imagine seeing your friend go down in a sub then hours later seeing the sub float up in fucking PIECES

7:06 KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE!

7:06 please let it be reunion time

7:25 oh hello that's a drop

7:38 *to the tune of Bezos I* come on Katie u can do it pave the way put ur back into it

7:51 she craves that mineral

8:06 Sticky, my child

8:20 oh my gosh they went out and LOOKED FOR HER I care them 😭😭😭

8:23 SHE KNEW HIS DREAM SHE KNEW HIS DREAM TELEPATH TELEPATH TELEPATH

8:34 STICKY STOPPPP

8:40 "jumping to conclusions is a failure of character" wow that really is something Curtain would say

8:52 angry Reynie. He is in rare form

8:54 "and you helped put her there!" OOOOOOOH I SCREAMED

9:03 "I shouldn't have yelled" okay but you kinda should have Sticky needs a wake up call

9:06 "dont apologize. I like this side of you." IS THIS THE START OF REYNIE AND CONSTANCE HAVING THE BEST SIBLING RELATIONSHIP

9:22 "if you really cared about me, you'd want me to be happy instead of standing there telling me who I am" oh Sticky my dude I am NOT digging the manipulation

9:36 Reynie pulling out the BFF card!!! Also Reynie digging in his feet because he knows he's right!!!! That's great setup for his arc as a strategist later

9:48 "I'm telling you, Kate's fine." Narrator: Kate was not, in fact, fine.

10:03 "they'll notice." Sticky has made one (1) good point.

10:11 oh dear god are they fingerprinting this bitch

10:19 all this equipment, has no one walked up to the cliff and looked down???

10:23 HAHAHAHA WAIT THEY ACTUALLY HAVEN'T

10:27 "we've been out here all night" that means Kate has been clinging to a cliff by her fingers and toes ALL NIGHT????

11:04 babe I know it's been a long night but maybe wait a second for them to actually leave before you climb back up

11:15 BUCKET NO

11:22 she has to go get it. There's no way someone wouldn't find that shit, it's in plain view

11:37 "WAS"???? WHY ARE WE SAYING WAS????? NO PAST TENSE HERE MILLIGAN'S FINE

11:43 "I only wish we could've known him better" NOOOPE NONONO WE'RE NOT DOING THIS

11:47 Rhonda back at it as the voice of reason!!!!!

11:59 "I have never met a more competent swimmer" throwback to "the baaAAAYYYY"

12:10 MR. BENEDICT'S FACE HAHAHAHA HOLD ON LET ME TAKE A PICTURE IM DYING

12:11 NUMBER TWO, NOT HELPING

12:14 RHONDA'S FACE HAHENDJDKDN

12:33 "we will go rescue him" because of COURSE he would

12:36 Rhonda is his best wingwoman omfg she's so consistent

12:54 MISS PERUMAL??????

12:56 MISS PERUMAL!!!!!!

13:00 SHE KNOWS HE'S RIGHT GAKSHDBDHEKSNND

13:09 "how hard can it be? It's an island!" PFFFFT

13:16 oh SQ baby boy please get out of there

13:25 "I certainly have my own suspicions" he said, looking at SQ why are you looking at SQ like that

13:31 SQ GET OUT OF THERE PLEASE IS2G

13:36 here we fuckin go

13:43 the captions have the f in forest capitalized like it's this special place

13:43 new hc that the Forest is a magical place like pixie hollow

13:57 TWO THINGS: 1. YES stand up for yourself baby!!!! 2. Shepard Quaid? Interesting! I don't think we ever got SQ's full name in the books, I hope TLS made that decision!

14:08 your "father hat"??? Oh my gosh shut the fuck up right there don't even continue

14:16 oh yeah real fuckin cute put on your "steward of this institution hat" and call that a good reason to be a shit person

14:43 "No." GOOD FOR HIMMMM GOOD JOB SQ

15:03 Kate's struggling right by the shore where a certain someone would be returning after a very hard swim, it would be a great time for a meeting wouldn't you think

15:09 KATE THE GREAT

15:11 "THE TRAPESE GODDESS" I WILL REFER TO HER AS NOTHING ELSE

15:26 sorry but that green screen of her falling was kinda funny

15:28 soooooo is someone, a very certain someone, gonna catch her...??????

15:36 YEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

15:43 IS THIS IT????@?@?!?

15:46 awww poor baby girl you can tell how tired she is

15:46 just putting this out there- they look so good in frame together

15:46 the actor who plays Milligan is fucking huge in stature so I wasn't sure how that would go but it looks so good

16:00 THE WAY HE'S LOOKING AT HER WITH HIS HAND ON HER SHOULDER I CANT DO THISSSSS

16:20 "keep going." 😭😭😭😭😭

16:23 "you dont understand." Ohhhh I think he does

16:25 "I think I do." What did I tell you, he's got your back babygirl

16:45 I'm so glad she's talking this out, and with Milligan of all people

17:01 it makes so much sense for Kate to feel alone in that situation, and when Kate feels anything less than positive she goes and does something, whatever that something is.

17:05 "So.. I...." "fell off a cliff and nearly died." Thanks for putting things into perspective Milligan

17:05 Milligan is such a good dad stop

17:19 "most of the way" is an understatement LMFAO

17:29 I'm so glad we know the intimate details of Milligan's illustrious swimming abilities 😂 out of all the new things wfrom the show that one wasnt on my radar

17:52 leave it to Milligan to come up with an escape plan off of an island with no water vessel with four kids in tow

18:08 THEYRE SO CUTE 😭😭😭😭

18:08 lowkey I'm super surprised they didnt take this opportunity to have Milligan's arduous swim force his memories out and have the father daughter bonding time they deserve. I hope they give that moment ample time to flesh out.

18:13 BUCKET!!!

18:13 wait that shot is so artsy hold up lmfao

18:13 this looks like someone's photography final hahahaha

18:26 THE TENDER MUSIC STOPPPP 😭😭😭

18:41 Sticky is still on that jumping to conclusions bs he got from Curtain

18:44 WETHERALL'S WIDGET 😭

19:31 "Kate... she's in danger..." NO SHIT SHERLOCK

19:36 "and it's all because of me." Not just because of you but love to see you taking responsibility

19:52 once again I am asking WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THIS IN THE OPEN

20:26 "Kate. She has changed." "Not really. She's always been who she is." "Her clothes. She changed clothes." PFFFT HAHHAHA they really took a moment of self-reflection and made it so much better

20:55 AYYYYY KATE'S DEPENDENCY ARC CONTINUESSSSS

21:35 yikes yikes yikes

22:16 I love that Mr. Benedict got closure in telling Miss Perumal that her words stuck with him

22:40 the way she just knows Reynie took the position of leader 😭😭

22:54 SHE WROTE HIM A LETTERRR

23:02 "Would it be possible to get this to him?" Ma'am what part of undercover spy don't you get

23:54 it's still really weird that we are now in a position where Reynie is the one who is not trusted and Sticky is the one in Curtain's favor

24:13 and here we see Curtain's thinly veiled anger issues shining through

24:21 "the little things matter. Every minor detail, it all matters!" CALLBACK TO MR. BENEDICT TELLING THE CHILDREN THAT THEY ALL MATTER

24:55 "I can tell with complete accuracy when a person is lying." first of all, no. second of all, I cannot wait for him to talk to Constance.

26:33 why is Mr. Benedict graphically explaining the children's potential trauma so funny to me

26:40 "you're catastrophizing." "Yes. I am. Quite severely. Thank you." WHY IS THIS FUNNY

26:58 MADGE!!!!

27:16 she's so prettyyyyy

27:33 GOOD JOB MADGE!!!!!

27:36 wait did she just take the LETTER??? she's delivering the LETTER?????

28:05 WHAT DOES "OKAY FINE" MEAN??? REYNIE??????

28:22 it's sad because it's true 🥺

28:24 "I miss my teacher from the orphanage" the best lies are the ones rooted in truth 🥺🥺🥺

28:48 roll credits

29:16 Reynie honey Orion's Belt isn't on the ceiling

29:29 the way he was so confident that he had it right 😑 Curtain Stop Being a Pretentious Fuck challenge

29:52 our babygirl is so smartttt

29:55 did Milligan plant his prints 😳 oh no OH NO

29:57 MARTINA???? WHATSUEJHDKD

29:57 is this the replacement for when they pin cheating on her????

30:03 THE KEY CARD!!!!

30:11 MADGEEEE

30:21 "one attacked me as a small child" honey you are a small child

30:24 "it did not win," she said, smiling menacingly

30:40 "so we dance again" WHY DID THE MUSIC REV UP WHEN SHE SAID THAT HAHAHAHA

31:01 ✨woodworking is a passion✨

31:58 "was it functional?" "Well I guess that depends on how you define functionality" RHONDA'S FACE IN THE BACKGROUND HAHAHAHA

32:10 OH HEY MARTINA

32:17 wait 🥺

32:22 that has to be SQ :)

32:28 hi sweet boy

32:34 please tell me they did that shot of the sandwich because Madge is about to take it

32:39 LMFAOOOOO

32:44 hi good girl!!! Enjoy your snackies

32:50 oh god oh no the LETTER

33:25 oh wow we're doing this NOW??

33:52 and here we see another example of Curtain's thinly veiled anger issues bubbling to the surface

34:10 hey what if you uhhh weren't such an asshole

34:33 that man's voice is buttery

34:52 REYNIE'S TRYING TO TELL SQ????

35:02 and they're talking about this right in front of the office door, WHY??

35:24 AND THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT THIS RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE OFFICE DOOR, WHY????

35:55 he's letting him go 🥺🥺🥺🥺

36:14 why does that look like a body bag

36:17 oh my gosh it definitely is a body bag, hey Martina

36:25 yep, that's about what I expected

36:36 "whoever did this to me, they're gonna pay" oh girl do I have some bad news for you

37:12 ahhhh, so Martina is the burnt out gifted kid who keeps going out of spite and sheer force of will

37:12 everything makes much more sense now

37:30 ohhhhh my gosh feelings time

37:44 "I think it's awesome." "Yeah. I know you do." THE SHIPPERS ARE THRIVING

37:54 THEY REALLY WANT TO MAKE THIS AS PAINFUL AS POSSIBLE HUH

38:10 "it's the least I can do" that's an understatement 😬

38:14 AAWWWWW SHKSHSLSBDK

38:20 "I don't know what I'd do without you, Wetherall" STOPPPPP

38:30 HEY BUD UH MAYBE CLOSE YOUR DOOR???

38:38 he's been writing letters to her every night and now he finally gets one back 😭😭

39:34 so Miss Perumal wrote this letter with the intention of it being sent to him, right- why did she write it like that?? 😂

39:34 they've gone to such lengths to communicate in code but the letter kind of undermines that- it was written in such a way that an onlooker would know Reynie was a spy but wouldn't know what he was doing or why. No wonder SQ was pissed

39:41 KATE!!

40:10 BREAKING NEWS: local bastard man treats everyone like shit

40:15 ohhhhh SQ bud please be careful

40:30 "always have time for my son," he said in a clipped voice that implied that he does not have time for his son

40:35 ohhh he's getting RIGHT INTO IT HUH

40:41 you mean to tell me he's never asked about Mr. Curtain's work?? Ever???? Somehow that doesn't seem right to me

40:57 hey uh what if you didn't talk down to SQ at every opportunity

41:02 "would you care to reconsider that answer, son?" "No." DIG THOSE HEELS IN SQ!!!!

41:22 I'm really not digging that Curtain is using the guise of openly expressing his feelings to communicate his anger and his unasked question. Not cool bitch head

41:33 the fact that he didn't answer SQ's spoken question kind of also answers his unspoken question

41:45 "I knew there was something off about that girl. But espionage?" "How do you so convincingly fake a tetherball obsession?" I love that this entire conversation could be about Martina or Kate interchangeably

42:34 WELL THAT'S NOT GOOD

42:36 IF IT WAS THAT EASY TO FIND WITH BINOCULARS HOW HAD THEY NOT BEEN SPOTTED UP UNTIL THIS POINT?!!?#? HOW????

43:05 Kate advocating for Martina with the Society 🥺🥺 the interaction I didn't know I needed

43:58 "I definitely don't like to leave anything unfinished." "That's true, I've seen you eat." PFFFFT

44:05 YESS YOU GO STICKY USE YOUR ACCESS FOR PRIME INTEL

44:19 "well, you can't succeed without me, so..." baby girl you have no idea how right you are

44:28 please let that be Milligan PLEASE LET THAT BE MILLIGAN

44:32 YEAAAAAHHHHH

44:35 I simply adore him

44:45 "would you mind helping me down, please? I'm stuck." Your honor I would die for this man

44:54 oh shit, Martina's tryna sleuth it out herself.. this can't end well

45:04 is she about to find Kate's marbles or something?? Callback to the book?

45:26 the absolute MURDER in her eyes

45:31 FUCKIN YIKES

45:41 "the clothes of someone who had given up" ASEJDGEIDNDLFK

45:47 well that's not good

46:00 WELL THAT'S NOT GOOD

46:04 PLEASE let them be on their way already, please

46:14 THEY MADE A BLIMP????

46:17 Goodyear is QUAKING

46:35 why the fuck is Number Two in red, that's upsetting on principle

THEYRE JUST ENDING IT THERE???? goddamnit!!!!

How surreal is it that next week is the finale?? Idk if I'm ready for that????

#mbs disney+#mbs liveblog #the dance of the celestial orb #the mysterious benedict society #charity's talkies

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writefightandflightclub · 5 years ago

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Cave me in (Poe x GN reader one shot)

Author’s note: this is a slightly less developed one-shot than I’d usually post, but I’m aiming to throw a few things at you this week while everyone is in quarantine and waiting on the series stuff. Sound ok, readers?

Summary: stranded in a cave with Poe and awaiting rescue, you finally confront that rumour which has been flying around base. Spoiler alert, things get a little steamy.

Warnings: this is trope central. Warnings for nudity, BLOW JOB, language.

(GIF by @hupperts)

The mission went south. Long story short, you made it out of the danger zone, but Poe and you had managed to get yourselves stranded. Then, it rained. Then it rained some more. You walked for miles over the barren landscape, clothes sodden, and eventually managed to find a cave to shelter in.

“Poe, can you get started on setting a fire, somewhere at the mouth?”

“I’ll start a fire in your mouth.” he says, as if it’s an innuendo.

You shake your head in confusion. He’s inexplicable, that man. “Poe what does that even mean? How do you ever pull?”

“Must be the schlong.” you can just about make him out, winking at you in the waning light. You sincerely hope he catches you rolling your eyes in return.

Meanwhile, as he obediently stokes the fire, you set about fiddling with the comms equipment, hoping that it will be dry enough here to maintain a signal. Even though your hands feel like ice blocks, your fingers less than dexterous, you finally manage to connect everything up and patch a message through to the Resistance. You are relieved to hear that a fleet is nearby and someone should be able to peel off to pick you up.

“Th- they’ll be a c- couple of h-hours.” you say through chattering teeth.

“That’s good news!” Poe says, getting a pretty impressive fire roaring.

“Y-yeah.” you try to agree, but your shivers have become much more violent since you stopped moving, and you feel like your body is seizing up. You’re so cold.

Poe comes over to you, feels your hands and face. “Fuck, you’re like ice. You need to get out of these wet clothes.”

“N-no way!” you argue.

“I won’t look, I promise. Just to your underwear. I’ll strip too.” You fold your arms stubbornly. “It’s a medical necessity, Y/N. Do I have to order you to do this?”

“S-since when does ordering me to d-do anything ever h-help?”

“Rarely. Y/N, come on.” he says firmly and you reluctantly begin to peel off your layers.

“Stop b-begging me to undress and s-strip then f-flyboy.”

You both strip off, silently, down to your underwear, spreading the garments out on rocks close to the fire to dry off.

You avert your eyes from him, melodramatically, looking up at the ceiling and out into the darkness and anywhere else.

“Feel free to look at me if you like,” Poe encourages, such an incessant flirt. “You might even enjoy it. Might warm you up some.”

You roll your eyes, half-heartedly this time, and gravitate towards the flames, the heat gradually thawing your body as you stretch out in front of it like a scarecrow. And maybe you do sneak a sly, less than subtle look at him in those tight boxers, since he gave you permission.Your eyes skimming over that juicy ass. Oof, you didn’t know he had tattoos. And, although you’d tried to imagine it plenty, you didn’t know he would look so fine under his clothes.

He’s really not looking at you though. Not even a little. Not even as you sit down by the fire together. It’s like he doesn’t even have to try; as if you’re not tempting to him at all.

Maybe he’s really not that into you. Maybe he is just an indiscriminate flirt, like you’ve been telling yourself. His attentions nothing personal, nothing of substance.

Soon though, you forget you’re sat in your underwear at all; in your relief to be warm, safe, you fall into the easy camaraderie you have with him, exchanging friendly chatter about nothing in particular. Shortly, you are both in hysterics as you swap some of the best rumours currently doing the rounds back at base.

You throw your head back in laughter at the latest revelation, tears forming at the corners of your creased eyes. “You spread that one about yourself?!” you howl, clutching your belly as you convulse in amusement. You can barely get your words out in between sniggers. He chuckles along with you. “Why would you want people to think you had an alien dick?”

“Sometimes I just need an added challenge, or it’s far too easy for me to pull.”

That sets you off again, as if the idea of him pulling with any frequency is preposterous. Sure, he’s handsome, but he’s such a goof too. He’s not half as smooth as he thinks he is.

“Poe, BB-8 talks. Finn talks. I know you haven’t had anyone back to your room in months.”

He sucks air through his teeth. “Maybe I should rethink that alien dick thing.” He smiles broadly at you, maybe a little keen to change the subject, and bats you on the thigh with the back of his open hand. “Come on, you go. Heard any good ones lately?”

You bridge your fingers together and scrunch up your face, deep in thought. “Well, I did hear something.”

“Go on.”

“I heard a rumour that you like me.”

He physically shrinks back from you, leaning back on his hands, dipping his head towards his bare shoulder. You can’t be sure, in the firelight, but you swear he blushes. Then he smiles at you, his eyes dipping briefly over your torso. He shifts in his seat again and rubs his hand over the stubble at his jaw.

Neither of you seem to find this particular rumour quite so funny.

You look him steadily in the eyes, testing, looking for answers. “But that can’t be true, because you’re doing a really good job of not looking at me.”If he wanted you, if he wanted you at all, wouldn’t this be his moment. Half-naked and jubilant in the soft glow of this cave? You had to know.

“I promised you I wouldn’t look.” he says in a small voice, wringing his hands together. “Hey, our clothes are probably dry now.” he annonces, standing and moving away from you, busying himself.

“Poe?” you call, realisation beginning to wash over you.

“Come on, Y/N. Don’t do this to me.” he pleads. “Just drop it.” All his bluster gone.

Hold up, is that why? Is that why he hadn’t had anyone else back to his room? Is that why he asked Leia to team up with you on missions? He likes you?

Oh. Oh.

“Poe.” you say with clarity, “What if I want you to look at me?”

“What?” he dismisses, still flustered, embarrased.

“What if I want you to look at me.” you repeat, the desire in your voice potent.

He gulps, seeing that you’re serious, seeing the intention, the truth in your body.

“If I want to? Are you kidding me?” he asks as if you’re ridiculous. He gulps heavily, his eyes skimming over your body in the soft firelight, snagging on your chest, your stomach, your hips, your thighs.

He juts his chin out at you, regaining some of his bravado. “I’m looking at you. And you’re gorgeous. So d’you wanna kiss me?”

“Yes, you goofball.”

Maker, is this happening?

You close the distance between you in no time at all, and his hands wind in your hair, holding your face firmly in his warm, rough hands as he presses his soft lips against you. Finally. You smile as he hums into the kiss, your body beginning to languish feebly against him as he slips you the tongue. His mouth moves against you slowly but ravenously, as if he’s been starving for you, his tongue exploring the cave of your mouth, delicate and warming, just like the firelight which licks and dances across the cave you stand in.

Damn, he said he’d start a fire in your mouth and it had been nonsense, but now maybe you believe him: and then some; your whole body burns with lust.

Reluctantly, he breaks from you, both of you trembling, and his eyes rove over you seeking your reaction. His hands, now at your back have to practically hold you up.

“P- ohhhh, dayyymmmmm er ohhhhn.” you breathe, floored by that kiss. Boy, does his name lend itself well to exclamations of pleasure.

How had you waited this long to kiss him? You grab him by the neck and pull his hot lips to yours again, eager to make up for lost time. You practically growl as he breaks from you again.

“Um, this is getting me...excited and there aren’t many layers between us, is that ok?” His voice is husky, hollowed-out, like he’s parched for you.

“Yeah, that’s very ok.” you press your hands to his shoulders and walk him backwards, until you have him pressed up against the wall of the cave. “Except, I wish there was even less between us. Can we get rid of these silly little boxers?”

You look hungrily at the sizeable bulge causing his boxers to tent.

You drop to your knees willingly, sitting back on your heels, your palms flattened obediently to your thighs. You look up at him from beneath your lashes, your eyes indicating you are about to devour him.

“Holy fuck.” he looks wrecked already, his palms spread flat against the wall as if to steady himself.

“Relax, Dameron. I just want to suck you off, is that gonna be ok?”

Maker, does you talking dirty like that turn him on in new ways.

“Yes, that is very ok.”

You smile deviously and tease him for a moment, planting careful kisses on his thighs, his stomach.

“Oh, baby, you’ve got my dick so hard.” the tremor in his voice is such a turn on.

He brings a shaky hand to the back of your head and drives your face into his crotch, where you can feel his stiff length straining against you. You open your mouth and moan into him, hoping he can feel the warmth he’s missing -for now- from your hot, sweet breath filtering through the fabric. You feel his erection twitch enthusiastically against your face.

You move to free him, stretching his waistband until you are able to wind a hand around his length and unveil him. “Fuck me” he says in response to your touch, already throbbing against your hand. His cock is big and thick and pretty, the smooth head already beading with precum. You palm him and bring the tip of his cock to your lips. Of course you part them for him, flicking your wet tongue around the head.

Maker. You know he never shuts up but you hadn’t expected him to be so vocal. You take a moment to look up at him, at his hot, almost naked body laid out for you, his eyes already fluttering closed, his mouth open with wrangled moans which echo around the cave. It’s so fucking hot.

It makes you even more hungry to taste him, to work your tongue against every countour of him, smooth head, veined shaft, to have you lips wrapped around him as he bucks deep into you. Fuck. He’s completely at your mercy.

“Look at me.” you urge him. And he grunts in need, watches you as he winds his hand in your hair and you dip your head along his shaft tantalisingly slowly, running your tongue along him as you do, feeling every inch of him disappear into your mouth. You adminster a few, slow dips of your head, all the way down, until he is wet. And then you pull back, swirling your tongue around the head of him, teasing him until he is needy and practically bucking his hips into you, needing desperately to piston his cock in and out of you. When you’re satisfied you’ve teased him enough, you take him all again, moaning on him, enjoying him filling you. Enjoying Poe Dameron in your mouth, taking him deeper than you might have thought possible.

His moans are delicious, telling you he is enjoying the sight of his cock disappearing into your mouth too. More wrangled sounds, your hands gripping his strong, trembling thighs tightly. You know he’s close.

“Y/N” he groans. “I’m gonna- can I, in your mouth?”

You hum affirmatively with him still deep in you, squeezing the base of him firmly with your hand. He comes almost instantly, knees close to buckling as he spasms in pleasure and you feel his cock pump his seed out of him and into the back of your throat. You swallow it down eagerly, sucking every drop from him.

He lets out a long, satisfied exhale, and you hold his hips as he twitches with aftershocks.

Finally, you pull off of him, your mouth and his cock still connected by spit trails. Your lips plumped by his cock and glistening with wetness.

You grin widely at him. “Yum,” you praise.

He can’t speak for a while. He’s got nothing. You’ll have to remember that if you ever need to shut him up. Which is at least 5 times a day, usually.

When he stops looking like he’s seeing stars and you’re confident he’s not going to keel over -it seemed touch and go for a hot minute- you stand up and wrap your arms tenderly around his waist, your hands carressing his smooth, tan skin.

“Fuck. I didn’t think you even liked me.” he says when he can speak again, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “I thought you were immune to my charms.”

“I’m not fussed about you, Dameron, I just wanted to see if you really had an alien dick.

He laughs into your neck, the sound blissfully familiar but the sensation -this closeness- new.

“I hope you weren’t disappointed.”

He kisses along your collarbone.

“Nah, you have quite the schlong. But... I do want to explore another rumour I heard.”

“What’s that?”

“That you can go all night.”

As if by magic the communicator flutters to life and they let you know they’re five minutes out.

“Promise me you’ll hold that thought?” he pleads, as you reluctantly dress, planting plenty of kisses on each other’s lips in between layers.

“Do you think they’ll know what we just did?”

“Ooh, we might start a rumour.” you laugh, joyously.

“That Y/N gives the best head in the galaxy? I sorta wanna keep that secret all to myself.”

In your bubble, you hadn’t noticed Finn and Rey round the corner to the mouth of the cave - not until it was too late.

“Ew, too much information Dameron!” Finn exclaims, recoiling.

Fuck.

Poe looks horrified for a moment and then just shrugs.

“You know what, I’m not even sorry.”

He’s just happy you finally caved.

#poe dameron x reader #poe x reader #poe x you #poe x y/n #star wars x reader #poe dameron smut #poe dameron fic #poe dameron #sw #poe dameron x you #poe dameron x y/n #poe dameron x gender neutral reader #poe dameron x female reader #poe dameron x male reader

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hologramband · 4 years ago

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Hollywood Ghost Club p3

(my gif)

Luke x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: eek! This marks halfway! After this I have 2… maybe 3 depending on the length of the last few parts… until the conclusion! Lmk what you think!!

Caleb marking the boys was a game changer, it would be at least 24 hours before the shock started, she just needed to work quickly on making a plan to be able to help them.

On top of that, you also woke up with a killer headache, the pain was manageable, but you had no idea what could be causing a ghost to have this type of pain.

Since it was a weekday, there were no new incoming members to the club, so you basically had the day off.

Not knowing what else to do, you poofed into the hallway right outside of Lucy’s door, deciding to take her out for the day, show her what she could do as a ghost, maybe even take her to see the boys, if they weren't busy.

You knocked on the door, but after not hearing a response, you walked in and noticed the room was empty.

Deciding she had probably gone looking for Kendra you poofed around the building, looking for anywhere they might be.

It was when you were in the hallway that connected yours and Caleb dressing rooms that you felt the unease wash over you, there was a whimpering coming from down the hall, towards Caleb's office.

“Just show me what you showed her,” You heard muttering from inside of the room you were standing outside.

Not thinking twice you gave the door a sharp knock before busting in without waiting for a response, repulsed by what you saw.

Lucy was sitting in the middle of the room, on a stool, with tears budding in her eyes.

Caleb wouldn’t dare lay a hand on her, he had that much decency about him, but causing the young girl to feel unsafe and scared was enough to send you into overdrive.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You gasped, walking towards Lucy, her eyes locking instantly with the girls.

“(Y/n), I’m gonna have to ask you to leave,” Caleb walked in your path, putting a hand out to hold you in place, but you poofed to behind him, holding Lucy’s hand before he got the chance to stop you.

“No, Caleb, I'm gonna have to ask you where you found the nerve. She is a CHILD.” You’re not sure where the sudden attitude came from, ever since last night you didn’t have the same fear of Caleb from before.

“Fine, if she wont answer me, then you will, (y/n), what exactly did little Lucy show you last night?” He spoke with a snarl, fists balling at his sides.

“Lucy, honey,” You whispered in her ear, “go find Kendra and Willey, okay?” You smiled at the girl, but her face hardened.

She shook her head no in response, glancing between Caleb and you, not wanting to leave you alone with him.

“It’s okay, i’ll join you in a little bit!” You smiled at the girl again, trying to put a convincing smile on your face.

Lucy looked back at Caleb, then to you, before squeezing your hand and leaving the room.

Once she was gone, you hardened your expression and made eye contact with Caleb again.

“She just showed me a memory I had, she was trying to make me feel better.” You kept your response short, twisting your words so it wasn’t a lie, but also wasn’t the full truth.

“The way you care for the girl is cute, but I can’t have you standing in my way, I brought her to my club for a reason.” Caleb took a step closer, you doing the same, meeting him halfway.

“Caleb, I say this with absolutely no respect at all, if you ever think of getting to her again, you’ll have to go through me first.” You felt a fire behind your eyes, not a sliver of anxiousness in your body.

“Bold statement, little bird. What makes you think I can’t ‘go through you’? Hm?” His frown turned to a smile as your wrist started to burn, and a fire started in your abdomen, a few shocks running through your system, somehow not as bad as they usually are.

You gritted your teeth and closed your eyes, trying not to show your pain.

When you opened them again, Caleb was staring back at you with confusion, then momentarily at his hands before returning his gaze to your face.

“You know what, I’ve had enough of your deviance for today,” He looked you up and down before turning around and walking behind his desk.

Taking that as a cue to leave, you focussed on Lucy's energy and poofed into the cafeteria, seeing her at a table with both Willey and Kendra.

As soon as she saw you appear she shot from her seat and ran to you, grabbing your hand again, this time you felt what she was doing.

“Are-are you restoring my power?” The energy was rushing through your body, making you feel back to full capacity, not feeling the aftershocks of Caleb's attacks in the slightest.

“(Y/n)!” Kendra and Willey were at your side now as well.

“What happened? Lucy came in and looked all anxious, but we couldn’t figure out what was going on.” Kendra spoke, looking down at the girl.

“I found her in Caleb’s office this morning, he was trying to get her to tell him what she showed me last night.” You went to continue when you saw the confused looks on both Willey and Kendra’s face.

“Is that what happened when you got all glowy last night?” Willey looked down at the child then back up to you.

“Yeah, she unlocked some sort of memory I think, but, I don't know, it was weird. It seemed to take place in a different time, like before I died maybe?” You spoke, but Lucy was pulling on your arm shaking her head no, pulling you to her level like she did last night, placing her hands in the same spots.

You knew what was going to happen this time.

You were back in your dressing room again, but a boy was with the other you this time.

“(Y/n), I know you think he’s a good guy, but I really think there’s something off about him.” The boy spoke, grabbing your shoulder and turning you to him.

“Dan, I’m sorry. I-I just… why would Caleb threaten anyone?” the other you shook her head, clearly there was something going on.

“C’mon (y/n), you’re my sister, you should believe me when I say I feel something’s off. I told you the same thing before we died, that driver wasn’t good to drive.” The boy, Dan, spoke.

Two things spun you for a loop, 1, you had never known how you died, and 2, Dan called himself your brother.

Your vision appeared back to normal, and you noticed the headache from this morning was gone.

Lucy was looking at you expectantly, her hands coming off from your face, returning to its spot in your hand.

“It happened again, you got all bright and glowy,” Willey poked at your shoulder, “are you like, radioactive, or… something?”

You shook your head and looked up at him.

The memory Lucy just showed you, along with the one you saw last night, you came to the realization, not wanting to voice it out loud.

Caleb erased your memories. Both from before you died, and some after.

You looked between the three people in front of you, not wanting to scare Willey and Kendra, so you offered half the truth.

“She’s showing me memories I didn’t know I had, Willey, I always felt like I was missing a part of myself, and then I met you. Things started to feel right, like-” Willey cut you off with a cough.

“Um, (y/n), before you confess your love for me, you know I’m, like, gay right?” Willey raised his eyebrows and Kendra choked back a laugh.

“Willey, you idiot,” you rubbed your temples, “yes, I know you’re gay.” You laughed and continued with what you were previously saying.

“In one of the memories Lucy showed me, I had a brother. I think we died together, or at least at the same time.”

“Ohhhh, so you’re just saying you love me as a brother, I think i’m the one guy you can say that too and not get hurt or offended.” Willey laughed, trying to downplay the news, easing the nerves that had arisen in you, and you would always be grateful for him being able to do that.

Lucy smiled up at you, and you realized why Caleb wanted her so bad, she had powers that could ruin his whole operation, in the last 24 hours alone she’s given you back memories and power that Caleb has stolen from you, who knew what else she was capable of.

“Hey, do you guys wanna go on a little trip with Lucy and I? We’re gonna go see the friends we made yesterday.” When you mentioned the boys her eyes lit up.

“Nice,” she smiled again.

Willey nodded and Kendra smiled at Lucy.

“You think Reggie will be there?” Kendra looked at you and you smiled.

“Probably, does someone have a crush?” You smiled at the blush that was rising to her friend's cheeks.

“Oh, noooo,” she wrung her hands together, “okay, I’m a sucker for a guy that’s good with children.”

You laughed at her and shook your head.

“Alrighty, well then let's get going!” You held Lucy’s hand and Willey poofed you all in front of the garage that the boys practice and live in.

As you walked in the door the boys all assembled and started to sing the words to ‘i'm sorry’, but stopped when they realized you weren’t the suspected guest.

“Oh! (Y/n)! Hi,” Luke smiled at you.

“Hey! Sorry to drop by unannounced, but Lucy wanted to see her new friends.” You smiled, and as if on cue, Lucy ran out from behind you and jumped into Reggies arms.

“Aha! There's my favorite dance partner.” Reggie smiled at her before picking her up in his arms and spinning her around.

“You know,” Kendra started, “they say kids are really good judges of character.” She made eye contact with Reggie and he froze for a second, trying to figure out if this was real or not, if the cute girl from the performance last night was in front of him or not. Lucy wiggling from his grasp while he was distracted.

In an effort to save everyone from an uncomfortable silence, you spoke up.

“You guys are the only one she’ll talk about,” You smile and Lucy looks back at you then to the boys.

“Nice,” she nodded her head at them and giggled as Alex started to chase her around, Reggie joining soon after.

“So Luke, what was the ‘I’m sorry’ song for?” You turned to him, on the arm of the couch that sat in the room.

“You know the girl that can see us? We ended up missing the gig with her last night, she wants to quit the band.” he sits on the couch and looks down at his feet, twiddling his thumbs together.

Not knowing how else to help, you move to sit beside him, placing a hand on his.

“I’m sure she’ll come around Luke, from what I’ve heard you guys are supposed to be really good, no one would want to be the cause of a good thing ending.” You smile at him as he meets your gaze.

“Yeah I guess, she just seemed so serious, we really hurt her.”

Before you could respond Lucy ran back into the room and grabbed your hand, smiling and brought you to the piano in the center.

“Lucy, I don’t know how to play.” You look at the girl and she smiles up at you, this time just laying a hand on your shoulder and she put your hand on the keys, making a sound come from one.

The sound felt familiar, and you hit another key, then followed with a song, it was like muscle memory. This time, you saw the glow.

Your hands were hitting the keys and making a melody you have never heard before, but it carried the tune of an upbeat happy song, the glow of your hands growing with each note you hit.

You didn’t remember knowing how to play the piano, but the glow made you think this was another hidden memory that Lucy helped you uncover.

You reached a point in the melody where it seemed to die out, making you think you reached the end of the song, the lack of glow confirming the thought.

“Wow, (Y/n), that was amazing, I didn’t know you could play.” Alex spoke first.

“I SOOO want to learn how to do the glowy thing.” Reggie followed.

You chuckled and smiled at Lucy, whispering a ‘Thank you’ as she hopped off the bench and went to sit in Luke's arms this time.

The afternoon continued on a lot like this, everyone hanging out, Lucy running around playing with everyone, when you started to feel a pull, looking up you could see that Willey and Kendra felt it too, meaning you needed to get back to the club.

“Alright, I think it’s time we head back to the club, we all have some things to do before tonight’s act.” You stood up and held your hand out for Lucy to take, but she shook her head.

“It’s okay Lucy, (y/n) will bring you back,” Luke looked up at you, “won’t you?” He pulled some puppy dog eyes, the rest of the boys following suit.

“Yes,” you laughed at their faces, “we’ll definitely be back, you can’t get rid of us.”

“I wouldn’t want to.” Luke kept eye contact and smiled at the blush he caused on your cheeks.

Lucy hugged each boy goodbye, then took your hand, satisfied with the promise of returning.

“I hope all goes well with Julie! You can’t let things end before I’ve seen a show.” You smiled at the boys and waved, Luke sending a wink your way before you all poofed and arrived back at the club.

“And you wanna talk about my crush,” Kenda nudged you and giggled.

You rolled your eyes, because maybe, maybe, you did have a small crush. But where's the harm in that?

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pepperf · 3 years ago

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Jaysus, I kind of want to ask all of them, but I'll try and restrain myself. Lets go with 2, 5, 6, 11, 16. If five questions is just rude, then, idk, pick three of those XD

2. Will you participate in any fandom exchanges or fic challenges, etc?

I was thinking about it recently, actually! I was going through my Whumptober fics and thinking how much I enjoyed that, and how it's kind of great working to a challenge, because I end up writing stuff I otherwise wouldn't, and it just makes me get on with it. So, yeah, probably. :D Unless my fic writing crashes and burns, it could happen. All the good fic challenges seem to be in October, though, which is super unhelpful. But maybe by then I'll have finished all the things currently on my to-do list.

6. Which yet-to-be-started fic is first on your list?

I'll say barely-started rather than yet-to-be-started, because I had to jot down some lines so they didn't disappear, but it's a 'six years later' sequel to the boxing AU I just posted (fight like a title holder, stand like a champion). I wanna write what happens to them down the line, if they met that young. Do they turn up to his dad's funeral with like a couple of kids in tow? Did they break up tragically and are convinced that They Will Never Love Again? Who knows… (me, I know).

11. Would you like to try any new fanfic genres or tropes this year?

Ooh. Yes, but it's hard, because I went full-tilt on trying to tick off a load of tropes from, like, my Stargate days, so a lot of them I've already done. I should check my list, see what I've still not ticked off. As for genres…I guess I mostly stick to a combination of romantic comedy drama and scifi, I don't know what other genres I could do… detective fiction? Noir? I think I tried writing noir once, it was great fun but exhausting. Fuck, what other genres are there? I'm bad at genres, my brain doesn't categorise things that way.

16: answered here!

5. Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet?

I put this one out of order so I could put the response behind a readmore. Shelter From The Storm! And, hah, you don't need a snippet, do you??? Okay, two options: one snippet that you've not read, or one snippet that other people haven't read…I'm going to be mean and post the one for other people. ;)

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Diego spins around, and then heads for the steps, taking them two at a time. He knocks hard, twitching on his feet, aware of his brothers watching. Knocks again.

"—right, keep your hair on," says Lila, as she opens the door. She stops, staring at him, her eyes widening.

And then she slams the door in his face.

He stares blankly at the door for a second, his mind running a mile a minute, and then knocks again, frantically. "Lila! Lila, please open the door! Don't run!"

"Huh," says Luther, behind him. "Is it just me, or was she holding a baby?"

"Not just you," says Five.

"Lila, please!"

"Do you think she stole it from somewhere? Like the Handler did with her, I mean."

"No, Luther," says Five, patiently. "I don't think she stole it."

Diego bangs on the door with his fist.

"…Ohhhh," says Luther. "Oh, shit, time travel, right."

"Fuck this," says Five, and there's the noise of him disappearing.

Diego stops at that, and waits breathlessly, staring at the door. He senses Luther shifting behind him, wills him not to speak, not to ask, not to say a single word—

"Do you think it's—"

"Shut up, Luther!"

"I wasn't going to say anything," says Luther, sounding a little aggrieved. "I just wondered if it was a boy or a girl, that's all."

Diego presses his palms and his forehead against the door, and breathes out slowly.

#mememe #writing #fic by pepper

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luzarya · 4 years ago

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Timeless Necklace

Summary: Leona is surprised when 'his' child pops out of nowhere. Through his child, he finds out that he'll be working with a classmate in the future.

[Leona K. & OC]

Ao3 link: here

inspired from: this

word count: 2,576

Leona didn’t quite know what to do.

At this time, he would be usually lazing around in the botanical garden, but instead, he is rather annoyed at the botanical garden, his eyes staring down at a young child.

A child claiming to be belonging to him.

The worst part?

He could smell it on them. His scent was all over the child, yet he never saw or met them beforehand. The child, Arieh, he had come to learn, looked strikingly like him as well, almost like an exact replica, if not for his long hair being much curlier.

“Pops,” the boy called, “I swear I ain’t lyin’.”

“Tsk.” Leona didn’t know what to do. At all.

“Where’s Nanna anyways?” Arieh asked, taking a seat right next, “You told me ya met her in school ‘n whatever.”

“A woman?” Leona raised a brow, “This is an all-boys school.”

“Nanna was the exception.”

“Eh?” Leona perked up, now curious. If a woman had been at Night Raven, he would have at least noticed it at some point.

“Yea,” Arieh sat up straight, his tail slightly wagging behind him, “Nanna is good at hiding herself. Right now she’s teaching me to do the same! Wanna see?”

Before Leona could reply, Arieh stood up, and clasped his hands together. In what seemed like a prayer, the child soon disappeared from sight, the only evidence of his existence was his laughter.

“Well what do ya know,” Leona muttered under his breath. Whoever this ‘Nanna’ was, they certainly taught Arieh well. Though… could he even believe the words of a child. Plus, how did a child even get into the college? Now that he thought about it fully, no child should have gotten in.

Leona let out a sigh, and looked around. Still, he only heard giggling. It was unnerving, to say the least. It was like the child was out of mind with how he was out of sight...

All of a sudden, he felt a pressure on his back, causing him to fall forward as a pair of hands emerged, wrapping around his neck. Laughter surrounded him, and as he balanced himself, he realized what had happened. Arieh had pounced on him.

“Kid,” he growled, though he made no movement to get Arieh off his back.

“You taught me that, pops.” He cheerfully said, “Nanna had to sit still! She was hard as a rock when I pounced on her.”

“I see,” Leona mumbled, before raising his voice, “Listen kid. You’re not from around here, so I'll take you to the headmaster to figure out what’s going on, alright?”

“Hm? Okay! But he’ll say what I said!”

“This child is from the future! My, how can this happen twice?!”

Leona stared blankly at the useless headmaster before him. So, children appearing out of nowhere was not uncommon, huh?

“What do you mean, twice?” Leona asked, barely containing the annoyance in his voice. He could feel Arieh lightly grab his hand, and somehow, it eased him, knowing that he had to compose himself.

“Well,” Crowley nervously laughed, “Another child had appeared a few days ago, claiming to be the child of two of the students here. They hadn’t been lying, since they were from the future. Arieh, this child,” Crowley glanced down at him, “Is the same.”

“That explains why pops doesn’t know me,” Arieh piped up.

Crowley nodded, “You’re a bit older than the last child.”

Arieh only stared at him, Leona picking up a similar annoyance coming from the- no, his- child.

“Okay?” Arieh replied, titling his head. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Oh, just, uh,” Crowley’s eyes widened in response, “I suppose I can tell you a bit more than the last child.”

“Oh,” Arieh replied, “Well. Then tell me.”

Leona had to bite back a laugh, seeing Crowley’s composure breaking with each word that left Arieh’s mouth.

“Well, child, I can certainly say that I can arrange for you to return to your home by dinner at the latest.”

“Is that all?”

“I do have a question.”

“Shoot, prof,” Arieh’s annoyance was growing more and more, his grip on Leona’s hand become stronger. Leona remained silent, though he gave a tight squeeze. It worked wonders, as Leona could visibly see Arieh relax his shoulders, as well as unclenching his jaw.

“Do you know who your mother is?” Crowley stared intently at Arieh, as if he was trying to uncover a deep secret.

Arieh remained silent for a moment before replying in a low voice, “My nanna... She's all I have. We don’t speak about my mother.”

“Apologies,” Crowley replied. “That is all, so if you have nothing to ask of me, you may leave.”

“So, who’s this “Nanna” you speak of?”

“Oh!” Arieh perked up, a smile on his face. It was almost unsettling to see a miniature version of Leona smiling so genuinely.

Leona currently held the child in his arms, earning stares as he did so. Leona could hear the confused whispers, and the wild speculations, but all went mum when Leona gave the gossipers a look.

“Nanna is a good friend of yours,” Arieh began to explain, “and she was on good terms with mother before she....passed…”

Leona kept on walking, towards his dorm, “What’s your nanna’s name?”

“Lamia. I don’t remember her last name... It started with ‘Cer’ though.”

“Anything else?”

Now they were in the Hall of Mirrors.

“Just that they really liked mango.”

Mango?

“Nanna said you saw ‘er getting some mango from the gardens once. They used their unique magic each time, but this time they didn’t cause you weren’t there.”

“Is that so?’

“Yep!”

Leona mumbled something, as he kept on walking. He had a feeling in his stomach that something was just about to transpire, and now, he was no expert of time travel, but he had a feeling that Arieh was supposed to be here.

Leona pushed the doors to the botanical garden, already catching an unknown scent within the perimeter. Arieh noticed as well, the boy jumping out of Leona’s arms and running towards the source.

“Nanna!”

“Eh?” A voice resounded. It was all too familiar, though Leona couldn’t quite place his hand on it.

Leona walked some more, Arieh once more in view, pestering one of the students from his dorm. Immediately, he recognized who it was.

L. Cervantes.

Leona never bothered to learn anything beyond their last name- considering the fact that Cervantes only wanted to be referred to by their last name. Their first name always remained a mystery, at least, until now.

Lamia Cervantes, huh?

Now, Leona was no stranger for being mistaken for being the opposite gender whenever a person only heard his first name, though such instances were rare and few, as many people knew that Leona was of royal lineage. There were few people holding the Kingscholar name, usually only those so branched out from the family or those who wanted to falsely claim royal lineage.

Though, in such cases, the royal family would often employ the help of a rather good business, a family business, at obtaining information.

The Cervantes family.

Leona smiled, seeing the flustered Cervantes trying to deal with Arieh. They were not flustered in the sense they didn’t know what to do, but more at the situation itself, as Cervantes got along with the child, but the entire time, they had a look of “What in the world is going on?”, of which greatly amused Leona. He noted the small basket filled with mangoes.

“Pops, come over!” Arieh called, grinning with glee.

“Eh, pops? Kid-”

Leona walked a bit more, now within Cervantes’ eyesight. Their eyes widened, their hands shooting up to take off their glasses and clean, only to put it back on and meet with the same sight.

“Ah, Kingscholar, I didn’t know-”

“Arieh is from the future,” Leona cut in, “The principal had cleared that up.”

“From the future- oh. Ohhhh… I see… I see..” Cervantes took the information in stride, as if everything had fallen into place for them just now, “Hey kid,” they turned to Arieh, “You got the thing?”

Arieh nodded, pulling out the necklace from underneath his shirt, “Yep! I did everything like you told me to!” Arieh then took off the necklace, handing it to Cervantes, whose face morphed to one of confusion. “The Crow Man said he would help me get back home, and he said that this wasn’t the first time!”

Cervantes only dumbly nodded, concern overwriting the confusion that they once had.

“You said to give it back to you anyways!” Arieh pushed back the necklace into Cervantes’ hands, who stared at the necklace, of which began to shine slowly, then brighter and brighter.

“Close your eyes!”

The last minute warning managed to make it to Arieh’s and Leona’s ears in time, as the light became brighter until it engulfed the place with white. A second later, it disappeared, and the necklace was gone.

“What happened?” Leona asked, displeased. His vision was still partially affected, the light being bright enough to see through the eyelids.

“There can’t be two of one item at a given place,” Cervantes replied, as they unbuttoned the first few buttons, pulling out a similar necklace.

“Oh, I get it now!” Arieh replied, eyes curious as he pulled on Cervantes’ necklace, pulling the person closer in.

“Ey, watch it kid,” Cervantes warned.

Arieh’s nose twitched for a moment, the boy tilting his head then taking a few steps back, removing his hold on the necklace.

“Nanna, why are you a man?”

Leona laughed loudly at his child’s comment, a hand flying to cover his mouth as to not be seen overly impolite- if Arieh was correct about Cervantes’ being a woman, then Leona may be getting an earful.

“Why I oughta- and you!” Cervantes turned to look at Leona, “This is not funny!”

“Well,” Leona looked down at them, “Answer the kid’s question.”

“Must I explain everything?” Cervantes scowled. “I take potions to change parts of my body to appear much more masculine, similar to how the mer are able to hold human forms. Though, like them, parts of the original body still shine through.”

Cervantes buttoned up their shirt, glaring at Arieh, who was still waiting for more of an explanation.

“I still don’t get it.” Arieh titled his head once more, giving off an aura of innocence, as if he didn’t quite mean to offend Cervantes in any shape or form.

“Cut that out,” Cervantes replied, “Do you not have eyes? This is an all boys school. I have to dress like a man to blend in, kid.”

“Oh yea, you did say something like that once…”

“And,” Cervantes glanced at Leona for a moment, “Kid, how do you know me?”

“You’re my nanna, silly! You protect me from all the bad people, and you help take care of me when Pops is doing important things!”

“I see… that makes much more sense, actually.”

“I knew you would understand!” Arieh smiled, “Though, when are you gonna be a woman again?”

“...”

“Or don’t tell me. That’s cool, nanna.”

The rest of the day was mostly following Arieh’s whims and desires, as the child ran about throughout the college. Leona began to have an idea as to why Cervantes was Arieh’s chosen bodyguard- Cervantes was the oldest out of three by many years, therefore they got along with children well enough. The fact that they were a cheetah beastwoman helped them keep up with the energy filled child, and the fact that Cervantes came from the Cervantes family no doubt expanded their skillset in other areas.

Though, what exactly their skillset was, Leona didn’t bother knowing. If Cervantes was to be his child’s future ‘nanny’, as they had put it, he was bound to know sooner or later.

Currently, it was only about ten minutes before dinner would usually take place, and Arieh was asleep on Leona’s lap, Leona running his fingers through his son’s hair as gently as he could.

“This kid basically ensured that I would get a job, huh?” Cervantes whispered loud enough for Leona to hear.

“Seems so.”

“I guess this means we’ll be talking more often, huh?”

“Evidently.”

Cervantes looked up at Leona, muttering the word ‘buzzkill’, which, unfortunately, was still heard by the prince.

Leona scowled at them, though didn’t say anything in return.

“We should be getting up soon,” Cervantes stood up, stretching, “You two really are related. How long do you lions sleep for?”

“As if you cheetahs don’t run for hours on end,” Leona replied.

Cervantes only smiled, then made a gesture for Leona to move the child. Leona only gave them a quizzical look, before Cervantes sighed, then moving the child themselves. Somehow, the child didn’t wake through all the shifting.

“Oh.”

“Come on, before that idiot of a headmaster gets mad at us for being late,” Cervantes stated, “By the time we get there, we should be on time.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Leona replied, standing up and catching up with Cervantes, “Let’s get this over with.”

True to Cervantes’ words, they made it to the Hall of Mirrors just in time, where Crowley was just about finished making all the preparations.

“Oh good, you’re all here!” He loudly greeted, waking up Arieh.

“Sorry, kid..” Cervantes patted Arieh on the back, the child getting used to his surroundings.

“Pops…?”

“I’m here,” Leona softly replied, eyes on his kid.

“There is no time like the present, now come! Come!”

Cervantes glared at Crowley the closer they got to the headmaster, who seemed surprised for a good moment, though he shook it off.

“Place the child down, dear student,” Crowley said, Cervantes obeying his words without a second thought. Gently, Cervantes placed Arieh down, the boy looking up at his caretaker.

“Is it time to go already…?”

“Afraid so, kid.”

“Oh.”

Leona walked over, and kneeled. He didn’t know what to say- after all, this was a child from the future, so eventually, he would see Arieh again. But the idea of Arieh leaving now left him conflicted.

Leona sighed, and opened his arms out wide, Arieh picking up the hint, throwing himself into his father’s arms, squeezing him tightly.

It lasted for a minute or so, before the two pulled away. Arieh looked at Leona for a brief moment, and then asked him,

“Hey Pops, can you do me a favor?”

Leona raised a brow but nodded.

“When you meet mother, can you take pictures of her?”

Another nodded.

“Thanks pops,” Arieh then turned to Cervantes, “Can you do the same, Nanna?”

“Sure, kiddo.”

“Thanks!” Arieh then turned around again, and waved to Crowley, “Nice meeting you, Mister Bird-Man.” With that, without instruction, he leapt through the mirror.

“...”

“I swear if this kid-”

“Kingscholar, the kid will be fine. I’m taking care of them, remember? “

“...Excuse me?”

Cervantes shot a look to the headmaster, and said, “I’m the nanny, sir. That’s all.”

Crowley didn’t seem to believe their words, but he brushed it off. “Hurry on along now, the job is done.”

“Later!”

Cervantes turned and ran out at great speeds, and within a blink of an eye, they left Leona all alone with the headmaster.

“I don’t quite know what you have going on with the third-year, but you best be on your best behavior, Kingscholar.”

“...Right.”

Leona made a mental note to talk more with Cervantes.

#twst x oc #twisted wonderland fic #twst #leona kingscholar & oc #luzarya writes things yuh

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hazbincalifornia · 4 years ago

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Mine

Chapter 19: Blitzo gets some release... eventually.

Warnings: Mpreg, explicit sexual content. The actual smutty stuff starts after the line partway through.

Likes, replies, and reblogs are all appreciated, both here and on ao3!

Ao3 link

Blitzo stared up at the balcony, one eye twitching as the rope tied to it flapped in the wind. Stolas was somewhere out of sight- probably laid out on the bed with a rose in his mouth. At the thought, Blitzo could feel his lower muscles clench and he gritted his teeth.

An hour ago, when he’d sent the text message, there had been no response. Not even a read notification. Stolas had practically been begging him to come over before, what was the deal? Was he busy? Oh sure, great, the one time Blitzo needed him...

He’d sent another message. Then another one. By the fourth (approximately seven minutes after the initial text) Blitzo was starting to bounce on the bed again, groaning as heat burned him from the inside out. Visions of feathers and the sharp snap of a beak danced through his head, and one hand clutched at his stomach, claws digging just barely into the skin to keep him from slipping away entirely as the other hand jabbed the ‘call’ button.

It went to voicemail.

“Stolas. Answer your goddamn phone. Ghhh-” His hand had drifted back down between his legs. “F-fuck, you’re the one that always wants me to pound you, so will you be there when I actually need you? I need to feel your tight little ass and your soft feathers and bite into your neck, I wanna watch you go red and feel you pulsing around me.” The bedframe squeaked as he humped the mattress for emphasis. “I swear to fuck if it was possible I’d give you all this back, fuck you full until you know what it’s like to be carrying this little bastard. You’re gonna be my bitch and you’re gonna like it.” Blitzo panted for a moment. “Call me back, because we are going to fuck or I’m shoving a cactus up your ass, got that?”

Blitzo had then jabbed ‘end call’ and fell back on the bed, pulling his fingers out of himself and staring at the ceiling for a minute as his heart pounded. He was about to reach for the dildo again when his phone started buzzing- Stolas had responded by sending several texts, one right after another.

!!!!

That’s wonderful Blitzy! I was in a meeting, I’m so sorry!

Stella should have left just an hour ago, I’ll check but the house is ours for a few days. Your timing is impeccable.

Do you need a ride over?

Blitzo had rolled his eyes and replied, swiping his jizz-soaked hand on the pillow to clean later.

its fine i hve a van. b over ther soon

Another reply from Stolas.

❤️ I assume you’ll want to use the front door, I’ll tell the servants to let you in. The balcony might be difficult in your condition.

Blitzo had hissed at that, glaring down at the phone.

ru saying i cant do it? fck u, Ill go up the usual way

Are you sure? It’s no trouble.

just b ready

Blitzo scrubbed his legs down with five different washcloths in the bathroom and pulled on pants- and they were nice tight ones that showed off his butt too. He stuffed his phone in the pocket before tugging on the lightest shirt in his closet- a long-sleeve mesh thing he’d gotten for partying. It had been a crop top before, so at least when it rode up he could pretend it was supposed to look like that. He considered for a moment before deciding against a light jacket- he was gonna be going straight to the mansion and in the van for most of the way. Finished, he struck a pose in the mirror, and yeah, maybe it was the unbelievably horny hormones, but he looked and felt hot as shit right now.

Then, of course, he’d reached the mansion and realized that he needed to scale a rope up fifty feet while pregnant, and some of the enthusiasm drained away as the brat shifted around inside of him.

“Okay. You’ve done weirder shit,” Blitzo said aloud, cracking his knuckles before curling both hands and his tail around the rope. Climbing ropes were easy. He could do this in his sleep. Probably had at some point, or at least while drunk. He’d been in the circus and did all kinds of crazy physical stunts for IMP, a single rope while he had some weight around his middle was nothing.

He got about three feet off the ground before realizing that the whole ‘fucked center of gravity’ thing combined with the sweat on his palms and slick already starting to soak his pants might pose a problem. No matter, he could still do this. He steeled himself, fingers flexing around the nylon as he shimmied up a bit more, thighs clamping and releasing as his hands moved up over each other.

Left. Right. Left. Right. Squirming inside that made him lose his grip. The rope burned as he slid down, legs getting double-soaked in the slick already starting to make the line smell like a glory hole.

His phone buzzed, but checking it would require letting go of the rope, and nothing was going to make him do that. He snarled, starting to climb again. Left. Right. Left. Right. Time slipped away as he laser-focused on trying to get up the damn rope. Come on, he’d done it a couple times before and he’d always made it, he wasn’t going to be a fucking pussy-

“Sir?” A voice that reminded Blitzo of an airport announcer cleared its throat from behind Blitzo and he nearly lost his grip again, biting back a yelp.

“What the fu-”

It was an imp in a spiffy little suit with a mouth pressed into a thin line and a cracked horn. Butler, probably. “His highness Prince Stolas had requested that I make sure that you were alright.” His fingers were interlaced tightly enough that Blitzo could see the veins popping out. “If you need, I can escort you to his room.”

“I know where his fuckin’ room is, that’s where I’m going,” Blitzo snarled.

“It’s been fifteen minutes since you arrived, sir. He’s waiting.” The ‘sir’ had enough venom to kill a Magne, and Blitzo looked up to the balcony, then down to the ground. He doubted he’d cleared twenty feet and his palms were feeling slippery again.

There was a moment of contemplation before he started sliding back down. “Not one fucking word from you, got it?”

The other imp just nodded, directing them to a side door. At least Blitzo was taller than him so he could feel a little less like a kid caught pissing in the parking lot, and at least these pants were absorbent enough to not leave a trail.

___________

It was like a reverse walk of shame, considering he hadn’t even gotten laid yet. The little butler was, mercifully, good at being quiet, only existing by the clicks of his little feet on the floor and the fact that Blitzo saw him out of the corner of his eye while doing his best to stare straight ahead. He knew vaguely where Stolas’s room was going the normal way, but today the mansion felt labyrinthine, conniving to keep Blitzo from getting to the damn bed. He was pretty sure he was squeaking as he walked now.

After about five agonizing minutes in which he sorely regretted wearing tight pants considering his cock was already straining at them, they finally neared the right room, and Blitzo could practically smell Stolas through the door, all rich cologne and earthy soil and cinnamon. The butler knocked only once before nearly getting knocked out when it flew open, smacking him in the face. Blitzo barely noticed, staring up and up at Stolas who was dressed in only a loose bathrobe.

Man. For having only not seen the guy for two days, he’d somehow managed to forget just how huge he was.

He didn’t have very long to contemplate that thought however as Stolas scooped him up in his arms, twirling him around like a doll with pupils glowing white. “Ohhhh, I’m so excited! And you dressed up for the occasion too, what a sexy little top there.” One finger traced over his belly, hooking at the bottom of the mesh. “Leaves nothing to the imagination…”

If he wasn’t going to mention the rope thing going tits-up, Blitzo wasn’t either. “Yeah, yeah, I’m a sex god and you want me, can we just get to the part where I get to fuck you already? You have no idea how uncomfortable is is to be walking around dripping like a faucet.”

Stolas laughed, nuzzling against Blitzo’s cheek before settling him down on the bed. “You certainly seemed eager on the phone! So no roleplay for now?”

“Just get your feathery butt over here so I can pound it into bird-meat,” Blitzo growled, frantically tugging at his pants as Stolas gave a pleased hoot, shedding his robe in mere seconds before crawling atop the bed, already aroused.

“So forceful when you talk dirty…”

“You like that, don’t you?” Blitzo considered taking his sweaty shirt off before realizing that was coordination he didn’t have at the moment, considering his fingers had gotten slippery just trying to remove his damn pants. He liked this shirt, he didn’t want to tear it. Taking in a deep breath, (fuck, Stolas the full thing smelled so much better than just his stupid shirt had) he peeled his underwear off, chucking them across the room hard enough that they hit the wall with a soft ‘splat’ and slid down, leaving a slimy trail. Red fingers curled around gray thighs, spreading Stolas wide with a snap as the prince let out a tiny ‘eep’.

“Right to it then!” His tone was eager, toe-claws flexing in and out as Blitzo reached between his own legs to coat his fingers more thoroughly in whatever pre-jizz junk had been oozing out of him for too damn long.

“You’re so eager, aren’t you?” Blitzo could practically feel his voice lowering as his cock pressed the rest of the way out, oozing more of the lube-juice against his fingertips. “You want me inside of you, filling that perky little ass of yours until you can’t fucking walk.”

“Yes, yes!” Stolas wiggled a little with a wide grin as Blitzo shifted closer, lifting the owl up so he had better access to his backdoor, probing in with his fingers for only a second before driving in hard, getting an absolute howl out of Stolas that faded into a moan.

“You’re mine for however long it takes to get rid of this heat shit, got it? You’re my little toy today, because this is all… your… fucking… fault.” Blitzo accented each of the last four words with a thrust and Stolas gripped at the sheets, tail thumping up and down on the bed with each one. One of the thumps sent a white feather fluttering up and Blitzo stabbed it with his tail, glaring at it as his claws dug into Stolas’s legs. All thoughts were starting to flood his mind except for the heat around him and the legs clutched in his fists. “Mine. You hear that?” He reached up for Stolas’s chest, hauling him up by gripping a handful of feathers with sticky fingers.

Because of his height, Stolas was staring down at him with now-flushed cheeks, but Blitzo couldn’t find it in himself to care because he was still all the way in, walls tightening around his dick with slick spilling out and soaking the sheets. “You’re property of Blitzo as long as I want you.” He grabbed Stolas’s wrist with one hand, shoving the palm flat against his middle. “Your baby, your fucking problem.” The hand still gripping Stolas’s chest tugged him down, pulling him into a kiss as a few downy feathers drifted down to the bedspread.

Blitzo was very, very glad they’d figured out kissing a while ago, because his brain was running on heat-daze and frustration and he never would have been able to figure it out now. He could feel Stolas’s hot breath down his throat and a hot feathered body pressed against his own and the palm on his belly, and when he thrust again he could feel the gasp Stolas made.

“You like that?” Blitzo almost breathed, fire singing in his veins. “Of course you do, I’m fucking good at this. Now lay down and take it like you always want to. You’re mine, and I want all of you.” He smeared some of the lube stuff off his fingers and onto the end of his tail, wrapping it around Stolas’s cock. Stolas fell back on the bed, shuddering a little with a dreamy grin.

“Take me, Blitzy.”

If he hadn’t already been about to pound Stolas to within an inch of his life, the breathy way he said that would have done it.

“You’re asking for it,” Blitzo snarled out, pulling back and snapping forward as his cock squirmed inside of Stolas, the owl throwing a hand over his forehead as the bed snapped against the wall from the force, his tail starting to stroke up and down on Stolas’s length. The smell of Stolas’s arousal was getting him off almost as much as the actual fucking was, and he wanted more of it. “Don’t you want to take advantage of all your hard work? Look at me. I said, look at me.” He smacked at Stolas’s side before continuing jerking him off and all four eyes shot back open. “You put this kid in me, you’re gonna watch as I fuck you right back.”

“I’m watching, I’m watching,” Stolas said, eyes falling back to half-lidded. “You look s-so delicious like that… I could just eat you uuuuuup!” The word dragged as Blitzo curled the tentacle of his cock down, clearly hitting the g-spot from the way that Stolas’s lower eyes started twitching. He started moving his tail up and down faster, curled tightly around Stolas’s length.

“C-could say the same to you, you look and smell so so good…” Blitzo could feel something building, and would have been embarrassed that it was so quick if he hadn’t been trying to bust properly for days now. “Gonna fill you up, take it, take all of it you fucking-” He came before finishing his sentence, gasping as he pumped load after load into Stolas, seeing the owl actually bloat slightly on his thin waist from the sheer volume. Stolas more fell than laid back, panting as Blitzo pulled his tail back, the owl’s cock still twitching and on the edge.

“Mm, so full, B-Blitzy-”

“Finish for me.” It was a voice that invited no discussion. “I want to see you jerk yourself off.”

Stolas nodded, wrapping his fingers around himself and stroking up and down while biting down on the skin under his beak. It only took a few pumps before he cried out Blitzo’s name, semen splattering his feathers as he panted from the aftermath.

“Good bird.” Blitzo looked at Stolas’s sticky fingers as they traced over the owl’s body, palm resting flat upon his slightly-bloated stomach.

“That was more than usual.” The words were light, all four eyes eyes glowing as he prodded at it. “You were excited, weren’t you? Wanted to really fill me up- I don’t know if I’ve ever been able to see it like this before. It felt fantastic, and we match now!”

“Oh, hardehar. Come back when my jizz makes you puke up acid and your gut starts moving.” Still, he couldn’t hold back a half-smile as he rolled his palm over his still-erect cock. “So, good and bad news.”

“Mmmm?” Stolas tilted his head.

“Good news is that I’m ready for another round already.”

“And the bad news?”

“Whatever this heat shit is, it didn’t go away yet.”

Stolas tapped the middle of Blitzo’s face as he grinned. “Ah, so it’s only good news, then.” He pulled Blitzo into a kiss and the imp shifted onto his lap before pressing up against Stolas's face, not caring that Stolas was a sticky mess but only that his mouth and that beak felt perfect at this exact moment.

They had plenty of time, after all, and now that he was here, Blitzo planned to enjoy every damn second of it.

#one time #shadow writes stuff #helluva mpreg #daddy blitzo #spicy text

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atlafan · 5 years ago

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Take it Slow - Part Eighty

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and smut.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

Harry goes to work the next day and Isaac practically leaps into his arms. Harry chuckles and hugs him back.

“Please, don’t ever leave for two weeks again. We missed you too much.” He pouts.

“Sorry, mate.” He smiles. “Where’s Mariah?”

“She’s coming in at noon. She’s had so many early appointments, she blocked herself off to sleep in a bit.” Harry hums his response. “Your first will be here in an hour.”

“Perfect, thanks.”

“So you had a good trip?”

“Mhm, it was great. I wish Y/N could’ve stayed the whole time. We had so much fun together.”

“She came in to see us.”

“She told me.” Isaac grins at him. “What?”

“So…we can really go on a double date when you all get back?”

“Yes.” He sighs. “We can all go on a double date.” Isaac hands Harry his coffee.

“Thanks, I just need to get settled upstairs and then I’ll come down to chat. Got lots of pictures to show yeh.”

Isaac nods and sits back at his desk. Harry goes up to his office and rifles through his bag for your engagement ring. He unlocks his desk drawer and puts it inside. He locks it back up and checks a few emails. He forwards a ton of things to Isaac for him to take care of, and goes back downstairs.

“What did she tell you about Seth, exactly?” Harry asks, leaning on Isaac’s desk.

“She told me what he does for work, and that he’s really very sweet.”

“And it’s not weird for her to be setting him up with you?”

“She seemed really unbothered, like I literally think it was just a sex thing between friends, Harry.” He nods. “You’re not seriously jealous are you?”

“It’s not jealousy.” He fidgets with some of the pens on the desk. “It’s more like…unease. Like why is he coming back into her life now?”

“Timing is a funny thing sometimes.”

“What would you wanna do for a date?”

“Drinks could be fun, don’t you think? Something casual.”

“We could go to that adult arcade. Y/N and I went there on our second date, it was fun. The food was pretty decent too.”

“That would be fun! Nice way to beat the heat too.” Harry nods. “You’d do anything for her, wouldn’t you?” He laughs.

“You have no idea.”

“Is that why you walk funny sometimes?” Harry’s cheeks heat up. “Like this morning.”

“Isaac, I don’t know what you’re gettin’ at, but-“

“Relax, I won’t say anything to anyone.”

“About what?!” Isaac gives him a knowing look. “How, how could you possibly-“

“Sweetheart, please, don’t insult me. I know what it looks like the day after some good railing.”

“Jesus Christ.” Harry runs his hands over his face.

“Like I said, I won’t say anything.”

“You know, it’s not like…I mean…she…”

“H, it’s okay, we all like different things.”

“The thing is I don’t think I’d like it if anyone else did it…it’s just something about her doin’ it.”

“You know, there are certain ways to stretch beforehand so it’s not so obvious afterwards.” Harry rolls his eyes at him. “Just speaking from experience.”

“Thanks, mate.”

Harry’s first appointment comes in, a girl and her mother.

“Hi, you must be Rebecca, here for your senior portraits?”

“Yes.” She smiles and look at Harry.

“We’re gonnna go across the street to the park.” He says to her with a smile.

Harry has lunch outside with Isaac later that day.

“I really appreciate you blockin’ my calendar so I actually have time to eat.”

“Please, I do it for myself and Mariah. You get so hangry when you don’t eat.” He laughs. “Does Y/N make your lunch? It always looks so good.”

“We take turns meal preppin’, but she’s usually the one to pack it. She leaves me these little notes, it’s cute.”

“You guys are such a cute couple. I hope I have that some day.” Harry puts his hand on his shoulder.

“You will.” He smiles.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Always.”

“How did you know you were in love with Y/N?”

“Oh god, well, we went on this weekend away together up in New Hampshire, like, really early on. Think we had only been together a couple of months, maybe three. I took this picture of her while we were walking along this trails…” He takes his phone out. The lock screen was a picture of the two of and Buster from your trip to Castle Island. His wallpaper was the picture of you from the trip. “See?” Isaac looks at it and smiles. “When I look down at the picture and back up to her, I was like, holy shit. You know?”

“Had you ever been in love before?”

“No.”

“Never?”

“Never…I mean I had a high school sweetheart, and ‘loved’ her, but that wasn’t real, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it.”

“She realized she was in love with me that weekend too.” He smiles.

“How did you say it to each other?”

“Over a fuckin’ fight on the phone.”

“You’re kidding!”

“I wish.” He scoffs. “We had gotten into this thing, it was her fault, and she went home. She called me hours later cryin’, and then she said she loved me.”

“What did you do?”

“I didn’t think I heard her correctly at first, but I did. And I told her I loved her too, and rushed over to her place, and then we said it in person.”

“God, that’s so romantic.” He laughs.

“I guess.” He takes a sip of his water. “You know, I’ve had girls tell me they were in love with me before, and it never meant anything to me. But when she said it, I was all consumed. She had me.”

“What was it about her?”

“What wasn’t it?! She’s insanely beautiful, smart, funny, and she’s so genuine. She’s a good person, Isaac. She’s not always great at expressing certain things, but she makes up for it in other ways. Like, she just takes really good care of me.”

“How so?”

“She does all of my laundry. She folds it all for me, puts it away, irons it, hangs it up. She washes all the towels too. I have no idea when she washes the sheets, but they’re always fresh. She restocks my shampoo and bodywash, she makes me breakfast every single morning, packs up my lunches…”

“Sounds like your mother.” He laughs.

“My mum didn’t do all that for me. Well she did, but once I got old enough to do it myself, I did. I haven’t needed her to do any of those things. She just does them. She’ll even text me to ask if I’ve eaten. She jumps at the chance to help me with whatever I need. She’s amazing.”

“I hope someone talks about me some day like this.”

“Who knows, maybe Seth will be your Y/N.” He nudges Isaac’s shoulder.

“We feel like we haven’t seen you in forever.” Kate says to you as you plop down on the couch in your apartment.

“Same could be said for you.” You say, rolling your eyes.

“I have a boyfriend.”

“And I have a friend.”

“Yeah, that let get in there balls deep whenever he wants.”

“Hell fucking yeah I do, and it’s not just whenever he wants, it’s when I want too.” She sits down next to you. “And we don’t always meet up to hook up, sometimes we just hang out as friends. We cook together, in fact, I’m going over for dinner tonight. I think we’re making meatballs.”

“You were just there…”

“For sex.”

“Are you sure he’s not falling into the boyfriend category?”

“Positive.”

“So you’ll come out with us for girl’s night tonight then? After your little dinner?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it, Kate.”

The idea that this would be your first birthday without Kate in years was starting to get to you. But you knew you’d be just fine without her. You had started packing somethings on Wednesday evening. You’d all be going down to the Cape on Thursday evening to beat some of the traffic.

Harry gets home from work and gives you a big hug and kiss. He takes Buster out quick and then joins you in the bedroom to help you pack.

“You’re in a good mood.” You say, kissing him for the millionth time since he’s been through the door.

“Just had a nice day with Isaac is all. Mariah came in after lunch so he and I got to have some one on one time.”

“Oh good.” You sigh at the mound of clothes on your bed. “Let’s start with the swim suits. I’d like to bring a few.”

“Ohhhh, look at these bottoms.” He holds up a thong style bathing suit bottom. “Didn’t know you had this.”

“It’s for tanning.” You snatch it from him.

“I think you should bring it with you.”

“Oh, you want everyone to see my bare ass? Okay.”

He snatches it back from you.

“Nevermind.” You start laughing and shake your head. “What about this one?” He holds up a bright orange, strapless bikini top.

“Yeah, I like that one…I could just bring a pair of black bottoms and mix and match the tops. I’d rather save room for my dresses and stuff. What are you bringing?”

“Got my yellow trunks.”

“Are those the only trunks you have?”

“Uhhh, got a pair of purple ones too. I just prefer the yellow. Let’s look at your sundresses, what vibe are you goin’ for?” You both step to your closet and furrow your brows.

“I don’t know…oh! I have this coral, teal sparkly dress I’m wearing on my actual birthday. See?” You pull out a short, strapless dress. “I even have the heels to match. I wanna wear shorts too. I have a few tube tops, lots of crop tops…”

“It’s your birthday, pack what you want so you have options. No one’s gonna judge if you back heavy. Four nights is a lot to pack for anyways.”

“True.”

“Tell me again why all the girls are drivin’ together, and Niall and I are drivin’ separate.”

“You’re lucky you’re even invited you know?” You say jokingly. “It’s usually a girl’s trip. We wanna be able to blast whatever music we want for the drive, and talk about whatever. Plus, Sarah has a nice SUV so we can fit more of our shit in the trunk. We’ll need the room for groceries when we all shop Friday morning.”

“You and I get to sleep together right? Boys aren’t banished to one end of the house.”

“Are you crazy, I’m gonna be drunk all weekend, I’m gonna need that dick.” Harry bursts out laughing and kisses you.

“I’m very excited.”

“I’m gonna miss Buster…”

“Me too, babe.”

“You’re sure Isaac doesn’t mind watching him for so long?”

“Not at all. He likes hangin’ out with him. He’ll be bored with the studio closed anyways, it’ll give him somethin’ to do. He’s, uh, really excited about Seth.”

“Seth’s excited too.”

“You speak with him today?”

“Mhm, for a little bit on our ways home from work.” Harry nods. “Is that alright?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. You’re reconnecting.”

“Exactly.”

“Could you please just go put these on, I need to see what your ass looks like in these bottoms.”

“Oh my god!” You laugh and take them from him. “Fine!”

You and Seth are full to the brim from your dinner. You had a lot of fun cooking with him. You’re both just hanging on the couch when you see it’s starting to get late.

“I gotta get going. Girl’s night. Need to go pregame and get ready.”

“Want me to walk you back?”

“Nah, it’s still light enough out, I’ll be alright.”

“Okay, just text me when you get there.”

“Can do.”

“And, uh, text me when girl’s night is over too.” You grin at him.

“You know girl’s night ends in a sleepover in the living room.” You stand up and walk towards the door and he follows you.

“Or, and hear me out, I could meet you at the bar and bring your ass back here.” Your cheeks flush. “I’d take you upstairs now, but I wouldn’t want you looking fucked out before you go out with your friends. On second thought-“

“Seth!” You swat a hand at him. “Stop it.”

“Seriously though, come over tonight.” He tucks some hair behind your ear.

“I’ll let you know.”

You have a great time at the bar with the girls. You didn’t think about Seth once until your fifth shot of tequila. Even though had him that morning, you wanted him again…and again…and again. You all start walking back to your apartment when the bar closes.

“So, what movie are we all watching tonight?” Kate slurs.

“I think it should be a comedy.” Rachel says.

“I…might not stay for the movie.” The three stop short and look at you.

“Why not?” Kate asks.

“She wants to fuck Seth, obviously.” Sarah smirks. “That’s cool, do you want us to walk you there?”

“Actually, yeah, do you-“

“Wait a second. No fucking way. We’re supposed to-“

“Kate, why are we even having girl’s night anyways? Oh yeah, because Kevin went home for the weekend.” Rachel says. “So what, because you’re not getting any this weekend that means Y/N can’t? We can all watch a movie tomorrow.”

“But that’s not how girl’s night goes. If she goes, then Sarah will go off with Ben, and you’ll find some girl’s cootchie to stick your tongue in, and-“

“Woahhhhh!” You say. “Who the fuck are you to talk to all of us like that, Kate? Jesus.”

“Kate, we’re walking Y/N to Seth’s and then we’re going home.” Rachel says and turns to start the walk.

Kate walks behind all of you as you walk to Seth’s apartment. Seth opens the door after you text him.

“Hey.” He smiles and grabs you by the waist. He almost kisses you when he sees the other three. “Oh shit, hey guys.” He blushes.

“Just wanted to make sure our girl got here safe.” Rachel says. “Have fun.”

You giggle and thank them. You and Kate look at each other.

“Did I ruin girl’s night?”

“No…Kate’s just mad because she didn’t get her way.”

“Oh, well, she’s always pissy about something.”

“Exactly.”

“Alrighty then.”

He lifts you up over his shoulder and carries you upstairs. You squeal, and he smacks your ass.

“Roommates, remember?”

“God, just get me up the stairs and fuck me.” You whine.

Seth gets you on the bed and practically slams his door shut. He gets a good look at the tight dress you’re wearing. He licks his lips and smiles. You were in for it tonight.

Harry helps you get your bags down to the street Thursday evening. Him and Niall were already loaded up, you were just waiting for Sarah to roll up with Rachel and Mariah. Sarah drives up blasting Girls Just Wanna Have Fun and you start laughing. They all get out and help you load your things into the car.

“You get shotgun, birthday girl.” She says hugging you.

“Please, don’t crash your car. I know how crazy you all get.” Niall says, kissing his girlfriend.

“We’ll do our best.”

“See you guys in a little while.”

Harry pulls you in for a kiss that leaves butterflies in your stomach.

“Drive safe, see you soon.” He gives your bum a pat before you get into the car.

“Y/N, put on that playlist.”

You plug your phone in and connect to the Bluetooth. You put on a song by the Ying Yang Twins and Sarah cranks the radio. She honks her horn as she pulls away. Harry and Niall look at each other after they get in Harry’s car.

“What did we get ourselves into?” Niall asks.

“I wish I fucking knew.”

You wake up the next morning with some fresh bites on your neck and chest. Seth had scratch marks all over his back. He rolls over to face you, and watches you get up to use his bathroom.

“Hey, can I borrow some clothes to walk back in?”

“Yeah, but…later.” He yanks you back into bed with him.

“My friends think I’ve been spending too much time here.”

“And by friends you mean Kate?”

“Bingo.”

“Do you ever think she regrets getting into a relationship? She used to be way more fun.”

“I know! I have no idea, I feel like she and I can’t have a conversation these days without fighting.”

“Well, feel free to take out any and all rage on me.” He pulls you closer to kiss you. “I like the way it feels when you really fuck my shit up, the way your nails just dig into my skin.”

You groan against him as he presses his hips to yours, and you pull him on top of you. You wrap your legs around him and pull him closer. His hand trails down to your folds and you gasp when his fingers slip inside.

“I mean, why the fuck would you stay home when you can come here and feel good.”

“She’s crazy, ugh, so fucking crazy.” Your head rolls back into the pillow.

“You don’t think we do this too much do you?” His thumb circles over your clit.

“Not at all.” You look up at him. “In fact, I think we could stand to do it more.”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything, but we gotta put the overtime in to get our numbers up.”

“I agree, if we want to perform to the best level possible, overtime is a must.”

“Glad we’re on the same page.” He thrusts in knuckle deep and you moan.

“Me. Too.” You say through gritted teeth.

“So are you like dating her?” Ben asks Seth a few days later.

“No.”

“Are you sure? She leaves a ton of her shit here, I feel like every time I’m here she’s here.”

“Am I not allowed to have a friend over? We’re not always here to fuck, and she leaves stuff here so she can dress comfortably when she stays over. It’s not in your way.”

“I think you like her more than you’re leading on.”

“She’s my friend, and a really good fuck. I don’t have to explain anything to you.”

“If all you’re looking for is a hookup, why not do it with the random girls that come onto you all the time?”

“I hate that shit, man. It’s all so fake. With Y/N I can just be myself, and it’s not awkward after. We can talk and joke around, and it’s whatever.”

“One of you is going to catch feelings.”

“Not a chance. She’s not like that, and if I thought she was then I never would have hooked up with her. We’ve gotten to spend a lot more time together this year because of it and I like it. She’s a lot of fun. You know how much fun she is.”

“Yeah, she’s always fun…I just think you guys are gonna get into trouble.”

“I really don’t think so. We’re on the same page.” There’s a knock on the front door. “That’ll be her.”

“To fuck or to be a friend?”

Seth flips him off and opens the door. You had your backpack with you.

“You ready to kick this presentation’s ass?”

“Oh we’re gonna spank the shit outta this thing, come on.” You laugh and head up to his room, not even acknowledging Ben.

You run through your presentation three different times before taking a break.

“I’m so glad we have this class together.” You say.

“Me too, I’m even more glad we got to pick our partners. I did not want to get stuck with some idiot that would make me do all the work.”

“We certainly both know you don’t like doing all the work.” You smirk. He whips a pen at you and you laugh.

“I do plenty of the work, besides that’s not really work is it.”

“I suppose not. Work would mean it’s not fun.”

“Feel like having some fun now?”

“I think we’ve earned it.”

“Okay, so rule number one, save the fucking for when we all go to bed.” Sarah says, looking at you slightly.

“I’m feeling very attacked right now.” You say laughing.

“It’s her birthday weekend, if her and Harry wanna sneak off, let them.” Rachel says.

“At least be discrete. I wanna jump Niall any second of the day too, but Jesus you two are gross.”

“One time! One time you saw him give me a hickey Sarah.”

“I will never get the sound of your skin popping from his teeth out of my head.” She laughs. “Look at your neck now, I mean fuck.”

“Listen…it was not my intention to let him fuck me up last night, but he was helping me pick out swim suits and one thing let to another…so you may see many marks on my bod this weekend.”

“Oh, not just your neck?” Mariah smirks.

“Nope.” You turn to look at her. “You’ll see more when I actually have a swimsuit on. He got me pretty good on my hips and thighs last night.”

“Doesn’t it hurt when he bites you like that?” Sarah asks.

“No, it feels so fucking good.” They all laugh. “You know when we first started going out I thought he was doing it to get some frustration out because we weren’t like…actually fucking, but it turns out he just likes to leave a mark. I do it to him too.”

“On his hips and thighs though?” Rachel asks. You turn and grin at her.

“God, you choke each other, you bite, you pe-“

“Sarah!” You shake your head at her. Luckily Mariah didn’t hear over the music. “You can’t, you cannot bring that up at all this weekend, I mean it. I already told Rachel. He would kill me.”

“Shit, you’re right, sorry. My bad.”

“Y/N, you’re setting Seth up with Isaac?” Rachel asks and you turn to look at her.

“Yeah.”

“Damn…that’s really nice of you.”

“Why wouldn’t I help him out? Isaac’s super nice and so is Seth. I think they’re gonna get along well.”

“Yeah, but isn’t that gonna be awkward for you?”

“No, why?”

“Because you two used to fuck any chance you got.” She laughs. “You were addicted to what the dick did.” You all laugh.

“That was because at the time that was the best dick I ever had. Can you blame me? I’ve had better since him.”

“Yeah and his name is Harry Edward Styles.” Sarah says.

“It’s not even just good dick, it’s good everything. Harry should write a fucking book on how to get a girl off. Harry gets me off every single time, the same could not be said for Seth Rowan.”

“Ohhhh the truth comes out!” Rachel squeals.

“I mean, at the end of the day he was a guy in college, looking to get his. Sometimes he wouldn’t do stuff long enough to get me there, or like he would come too fast. You know, stuff like that.”

“Sometimes Niall comes reall fast, and then he’ll finger me until I come.” Sarah says and you start laughing.

“Shit, that’s that good good.” You say to her.

“I know, you’d think it would be gross with all his come there, but it’s actually a really nice lubricant.”

“Sometimes after Harry comes inside me he sticks his fingers in and he’ll press rally far up, and then he’ll take them out and I’ll suck on them.” The car falls silent, all the girls mouths fall open. “Oh god, I shouldn’t have-“

“That is some kinky shit!” Mariah says, bursting into laughter. “I knew I liked you, but shit Y/N, you are a wild bitch.”

“How does something like that even come up?” Rachel asks. “God, I remember what jizz tastes like, and it does not taste that good.”

“It’s not about the jizz itself, it’s about the intimacy.”

“Yeah, guys love when you suck on their fingers, show them what that mouth do.” Sarah says.

“Hey, what do all think the guys are talking about right now?” Mariah asks

“So the ring’s locked in my desk drawer at work.”

“That’s great! The picture you showed me I’m sure doesn’t do it justice. It was simply breath takin’.”

“Thanks, my mum loved it. She cried, I cried. Gem was about ready to kill the both of us.”

“I can’t believe you’re gonna do it next month, that’s so crazy.”

“I know.” He smiles just thinking about his plans.

“She’s gonna love it.”

“You think it’ll really surprise her?”

“Oh for sure, she’s gonna be blown away.”

“Probably how hard their lives are because they to adjust their balls all the time.” Sarah laughs.

“God, you know, I wish it was okay for to grab my crotch and adjust my pants in public.” You roll your eyes. “One time Harry was wearing a pair of tight dress-pants, and I literally watched him grab everything so he wouldn’t sit on himself.” You shake your head.

“Jesus Christ.” Sarah says laughing.

The car ride continues. You all sing along to the loud music. Eventually Harry catches up with the car. Sarah was driving really fast in the left lane. You see Harry’s car in the rear-view.

“Oh, looks like they finally caught up.” You say.

“I’d say lets flash them, but Harry would go nuts if Niall saw your boobs.” Sarah says.

“Wouldn’t you go nuts if Niall saw my boobs?”

“In all honesty, no. Your vag, yeah.” You both laugh.

Eventually you get the beach house you’d be staying at for the next few days. The four of your start jumping around when you get out of the car.

“Sarah, for the love of god, figure out how to unlock the door. I have to pee.”

“What the fuck are they doin’?” Niall asks Harry as they pull in.

“I think they need to pee, mate.”

“Shut up! It’s dark and I have to put the combination in just right, and we all have to pee!”

“Oh my god.” Rachel says. “Drank too much water on the ride.”

Sarah gets the door open and you the four of you rush in. Harry and Niall slowly walk inside. They look around and take it in. There was a large living area that extended into an open concept kitchen. There were all three bedrooms were upstairs. There was a half bath downstairs and three full baths upstairs. Harry was thankful you wouldn’t have to share a bathroom with anyone.

You all come back together after using the bathroom.

“Neither of you need to pee?” You ask.

“No.” Niall says laughing.

“Okay, boys, let’s unload the cars.” Mariah says.

“Who’s getting’ what rooms?” Niall asks.

“Oh we just claimed them all by peeing.” Rachel says. “Let’s get everything in and then we can go upstairs.”

You all take multiple trips. There were cases of water, snacks, and booze you had all gotten ahead of time. Tomorrow you’d be going to the market early to do a real grocery shop. Harry gets your bags upstairs and into the room that would be yours.

“Oh, this is nice.” He says.

“Shower’s just a stand in, and it’s a little small, but it’ll do.” You smile and go to walk out but he grabs your wrist.

You smile up at him, and pulls you close. He cups one of your cheeks and kisses you. Your hands fly up to his hair and you deepen the kiss just a bit.

“Time to make, oh Jesus.” Sarah says. You both turn to look at her. “Time to make jello shots, let’s go.”

“Oh fuck yeah.” You say and leave the room.

Harry joins everyone downstairs. Niall got some music playing on the smart TV and was sitting with Mariah while you, Rachel, and Sarah were all boiling some water for the jello. He sits down on the couch and smiles when he hears the three of you giggling.

“What flavors does everyone want?” Sarah yells out, and the three come into the kitchen. “We have strawberry, blue-raspberry, grape.”

“Just make ‘em all babe.” Niall says.

“I agree.” Mariah says.

You help pour the mixtures into the little portion cups Rachel took from the ice cream shop, and you pop them into the fridge.

“What now?” Harry asks.

“Now, we drink.” You say. “Get the shot glasses.”

Rachel gets down six shot glasses, as you slice up limes and get a thing of salt.

“Everyone sit at the table, we’re gonna play sip or spill.” Rachel says.

“What the hell is sip or spill?” Niall asks.

“It’s a drinking game, it’s a lot of fun.” Sarah says. “And a good way to get drunk quick.” Sarah grabs a hat with some torn up pieces of paper in it and everyone sits at the large round table. “Okay, so we all take turns reading one of the questions, and you either answer or take a shot.”

Harry fills all the shot glasses with tequila and puts the bottle on the table. You put the bowl of limes and the salt in the center.

“You ask the first question, Y/N.” Sarah says.

You grab a piece of paper and your eyes grow wide.

“Jesus, Sarah, where did you come up with these?”

“I got them off a website! There’s a mix of types of questions. Just read it.”

“I’m not nearly drunk enough to even read this!” Your cheeks were flushing.

“Stop being a baby!”

“Fuck! Fine, it says do you have a safe word?!” Harry immediately looks at you.

“Guess he just answered for you.” Mariah says laughing.

You open your mouth, but instead of speaking your lick your hand add the salt, lick the salt, take the shot and suck on the lime.

“He answered nothing, and neither did I.” You hand the hat to Rachel.

“Have you ever moaned the wrong name in bed?” The three of you burst out laughing. “Okay, this is so bad. Um, it was when I was still having sex with guys, I think I thought I was bi or something at the time, still figuring things out you know? So I was hooking up with this random dude, and he was going down on me, but I was picturing this girl from my college Spanish class, and I moaned her name instead of his.”

“What did he do?!” Niall asks.

“Um…he looked up at me and was like what? And I was like…I’m gonna go.” She laughs. “It was so bad.” She hands the hat to Mariah.

“Ever faked an orgasm if so with who?” She smirks. “Can’t remember his name, but it was the last guy I ever had sex with.” Everyone laughs. Niall takes the hat next.

“Oh no.” He laughs. “Out of this room who would you have a threesome with?” He grabs his shot glass and takes the shot. Everyone cheers. “Not goin’ down that road.” He laughs. He hands the hat to Sarah.

“Out of everyone in the room who is the sluttiest?” She grabs the salt and a lime and takes her shot.

“That’s right, bitch.” Rachel says.

“I didn’t say anything!” She laughs.

“Good.” You say. “Hope that lime tasted real good.”

Harry takes the hat next.

“When was the last time you took a lewd or nude photo?” Harry grabs his shot and tips it back. Your cheeks grow red thinking of his naked photos, and your own for that matter.

“Oh, do you two not see each other naked enough?” Sarah asks facetiously.

“You know, sometimes you just wanna feel good about yourself and takes pictures to look back on later, and be like wow I looked really fuckin’ good back then.” He smiles at her. “Go ahead, your turn, babe.” He hands you the hat.

“Have you had sex with guests or parents over?” You roll your eyes and fill your glass up to take your shot. “I have a feeling I’m gonna get fucked up.”

“That wouldn’t be such a bad thing to admit.” Rachel says taking the hat.

“Yes it would because then you all would want to know with what guests and parents.”

“Do you prefer oral or penetration?” She laughs. “That’s easy, oral. But I’m gonna take a shot anyways because I would actually like to get fucked up.”

“Who is your worst coworker?” Mariah smirks at Harry.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare say Isaac.”

“Guess I’ll be taking a shot then.” She tips her drink back.

“I can’t believe he’s your favorite!”

“I didn’t say anything, I took a shot.” She smiles and he pouts at her. Everyone laughs.

You all go round after round. Everything stayed really lighthearted. It gets back to you again and you’re so drunk, you can barely read the question because you’re laughing so hard.

“Do you have a name for your partner’s genitals?” You completely lose it. “I can confidently say no to this.” You look at Harry. “I don’t call it anything do I?”

“No, babe.” He chuckles.

“I feel like I use adjectives or descriptive words, you know?” You address the table.

“Please, do tell.” Rachel says giggling.

“I’ll be like, come here and give me that bi-“

“Okay, your turn’s over.” Harry says. Everyone laughs hysterically.

“I think you’re the only guy I know who’s actually embarrassed to talk about how big his dick is.” Mariah says.

“I just think that some things should be left private.”

“Right…because leaving hickey’s all over your girlfriend’s body screams privacy.” Harry’s mouth falls open, and he looks at you, then her.

“Wait, I wanna know.” Sarah slurs. “If Y/N doesn’t have a name for your…penis, do you not have a name for her vag?”

“S’not my turn.”

“I don’t give a crap anymore, answer the question or take the shot.”

“I’ll answer for him.” You say. “He refers to it as my cunt.” You laugh and so do the girls. “It just sounds so good in his accent, go ahead Harry, say the word cunt.”

“Cunt.”

“Ahh! See, everything sounds good when he says it.” You all laugh.

A little while later you decide it’s really late and probably time to go to sleep.

“What’s the plan for tomorrow?” Nialls asks as he helps Sarah up the stairs. You were being given a piggyback ride by Harry.

“Um, we gotta go to the store, and then we can make breakie, right Harry, breakie? And thennnnn, um beach? Everyone wanna go to the beach?”

Everyone agrees. Harry gets you into the room and you immediately go to pee. He makes sure to lock the door behind him. He doesn’t want anyone walking in.

“Harrryyy.”

“Yes, love?”

“I’m really drunk.” You say coming out of the bathroom.

“Me too.”

“Can I suck on it?”

“Think that’s a good idea right now?”

“I think it’s a great idea, go on, sit on the bed.”

Harry sits down and you undo his shorts. You kneel in front of him and take his dick out. You spit into your hand and start pumping him. You lick your lips and suck on his tip while you continue to pump him.

“Jesus.” He grits his teeth.

“You know what I never do, I never suck on your balls.”

“Babe, you don’t have to-“

“Shhh, you deserve it man.”

You continue to pump him up and down while your mouth trials to his balls.

“Shit!” He groans. “Oh my god, Y/N.” He falls back on the bed and bucks up into your hand.

You lick up his shaft and take him deep into your mouth and down your throat. You choke on him a couple of times, but you work through it, knowing how much he loves the way it feels.

“So good baby, sooo good.” His praise was everything you needed.

He comes into your mouth and you swallow every last drop. You stand up and look at him. He looked beautiful and breathless. You strip yourself of your clothes and crawl onto the bed. He goes to get between your legs but before he can return the favor you’re fast asleep. He chuckles and gets up to do his business in the bathroom. He gets into bed next to you and holds you close to him.

“Sweet dreams, angel.”

#take it slow #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #harry styles smut fic #harry styles fluff #harry styles fluff fic #we early tonight baby #and we long #hope you like!

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choco-glow · 4 years ago

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Fall Like Rain On Sunday, Pt. 12

The next waffle was perfect, crispy golden and almost a perfect circle, with beautiful melted pools of chocolate dotting the surface, with two almost perfectly in the Eevee pattern’s eyes, and Jason passed it over to Steph’s plate as he chanted a few Latin prayers, grinning as she burst into cackles at his terrible imitation of a priest. He’d utterly butchered the old prayers, but eh, it wasn’t like he was practicing anymore, and it made Steph laugh, so he still felt it was doing right by a God he’d long since stopped believing in.

“Oh god, you’re Catholic, aren’t you?”

“Eh, technically I’m a Resurrectionist—” She snorted at that, loud and adorable and perfect (everyone always looked weirded out, and Jason had, early on, always done his best to snort the same way. Weird dead Robins had to look out for one another.) He snickered in response. “But yes, I’m a former Catholic. Used to go to St. Maria’s as a kid, before Father John cleaned the place up.”

“…And the chanting?”

“Look, we only fucked up one waffle! Gotta bless it before shit goes south again.” She laughed at that, bold and happy and loud, and he planted kisses all over her face before turning back to the waffle maker and getting it going again. Glancing back over his shoulder, Jason grinned to see Steph holding up a fork with a triangle of waffle, topped with whipped cream and one of the raspberries she’d washed up, and he took the offering with a nom, groaning as the concoction melted in his mouth. Chewing, he gave her a thumbs up, already planning on making one for himself, and she chuckled, spraying on whipped cream and tossing on raspberries with abandon, then diving right in.

“Ooohhhhh this is soooooo good.”

“And somewhat healthy, that’s the lowfat whipped cream and everything’s organic.” He grinned after swallowing his mouthful of heaven, mouth watering already as he watched the waffle maker count down with hungry eyes; together, they switched off and a half-dozen waffles for each later, plus bacon and eggs, they were settled on Steph’s tiny couch and snuggled up close, groaning over their shared food babies. Jason had tucked a warm blanket over them both, because the rain coming down outside was just a little chilly for his tastes, and her apartment was…definitely on the list to be reno’d.

“…mmm…”

“Hmm?”

“This is really nice, Jay…”

“Yeah it is…” He murmured, tucking her head into his shoulder and pressing a kiss to her forehead, scarred fingers gently playing with a long curl of her hair before shifting to comb through the rest of her curls, making her purr against his neck.

“Ohhhh yes…please don’t stop…” He chuckled and shifted just a little so that he could bring his other hand up; with both hands, he started working on the knots in her neck and shoulders, on up into her scalp and back down, careful to comb away her soft curls so that they didn’t tangle. Steph melted into his chest, all the tension from the week just falling away as they snuggled to the song of rain and thunder outside, and Jason hummed softly as she whimpered at the release of one particularly bad knot in her right shoulder.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah…fuck…been hurting there for a while now…”

“Why didn’t you say something?” She snorted softly, then sighed.

“You know how everyone is…”Do yoga, work it out, or just deal with it.” Jason heaved a heavy sigh himself at that, wincing.

“Touché, not being a part of the daily Batdrama made me forget about Bruce’s general masochism about pain and aches. Well, tell ya what; whenever either of us is hurting, how about we either work on each other, or go see an expert? I’ll foot the bill.”

“Yes, please. I’m…well, I don’t know how to massage someone properly? I’m guessing you learned from Alfred…”

“Talia, actually, and Nyssa while she was part of the League. Ra’s thinks it’s stupid, because it’s a ‘women’s weakness’ or some bullshit, but Talia and Nyssa both used massage as a tool, among their subordinates and with one another. And me, I guess, I was the odd duck out; most of the men were under Ra’s, while Talia’s personal guard was exclusively female.”

“She knew you, though.” Jason smiled at that, sad at the memories, and nodded, kissing her cheek now as Steph shifted up to meet his eyes. He normally didn’t like making a lot of eye contact with people, hence the hood, but Steph…it was different. Like Nyssa, in a way…Talia I never did, because she would take that as a challenge, but Nyssa and I grew to be good friends, and it was…easy with her. B always thought I was interested in her, but no; she’s just a familiar soul, I suppose. Steph, however, was even easier; there was always something in her gaze that reminded him of his own reflection, and he was sure that could be psychoanalyzed into oblivion, but he wasn’t gonna go that deep.

“She did. Damian…probably doesn’t remember all that well, but I was basically his babysitter for Talia for the short time I was there; she trusted a Robin, even one as much a zombie as I was at first, because even with the Pit madness, I was…well. Protective.” She smiled a little, and he smiled back, stroking her cheek now. “I never shoulda left him there, but…well…”

“You did what you could.”

“Yeah…and Talia was fine with me kiting off; taking Damian would have gotten me killed again. I’m just so glad she turned him over to Bruce…”

“Me too. It’s…B’s not the greatest parent, but he’s really working with Damian, which is huge given the crap he’s pulled with all of us.” Jason chuckled at that, nuzzling her cheek, and she kissed him softly, settling against his side. He tucked her close, pulling the blanket up over her shoulders, and rubbed her lower back now, grinning as she melted back into his shoulder.

“I think Damian reminds him of Dick, in a lot of ways, just more aggression, like me. So, instead of Tim, who’s learned, like Bruce, to control all his emotions in one clean, collected package, he has a Robin with attitude and a whole lotta baggage again, and he’s having to jump through hoops that he could largely train out of both Dick and I. Fortunately, Damian’s just as stubborn as B, and it’s kinda great that he’s been able to force some changes of his own.” Steph chuckled at that.

“Like Batcow, Alfred the Cat, Titus…”

“Fuckin’ Goliath, and lemme tell you, Demon Kitty was not on the list of potential pets B was willing to consider.”

“Which was why Damian just brought him home and didn’t care.” Jason snickered, laughter rumbling through his chest, which made Steph snuggle in more, much to his delight.

“Yup, and the look on B’s face is one I’ll treasure forever.” She giggled, and kissed him again, and Jason melted into the kiss, groaning when her hand started rubbing up and down his neck. He rolled a little more onto his side so that her arm didn’t cramp, and let out a full body sigh, snuggling around her. “Ohhhh baby you don’t have to…”

“I want to, Jay…tell me if I do something wrong?”

“I doubt you will, but yes, if it comes up…fuuuuuuuuuuuck oh hell yeah, right there.” He almost whimpered when she started scritching his scalp, nuzzling her hair with a moan of relief. It was better than sex, in a way; this was…grounding, and comforting, and more intimate. “Ffffucksofuckinggood.”

“This is for making me waffles, you amazing, wonderful, glorious man. I’m not sure I’m ready for sex yet, so hairscritches are at least a decent substitute?”

“Sosogoodbetterthansex.” He mumbled out, and she giggled again, shifting him so that he was facedown in the pillows and Steph was straddling his hips, working her hands up and down his back over his teeshirt, and Jason just went limp, eyes rolling with relief as his scarred muscles were carefully worked free of kinks and knots. Steph had said she hadn’t a clue, but she was gentle on his back, not pressing too hard, nor was she too light on the scars; her hands were softer than his, less callused, and so the gnarled skin over each old wound didn’t tense or ache from too much sensation. She mapped out his back with care, and with a sigh, he reached a hand back and patted her thigh.

“Babe, don’t let anyone ever tell you you’re not a genius, because that is amazing.” He could almost feel the brightness of her smile, and he chuckled as she leaned down to kiss his shoulder, purring at the warmth of her body on top of his. “Seriously.”

“I’m so glad…I hope your scars aren’t hurting?”

“Definitely not, not even twinging like usual from the rain…How about you?” She sighed a little, snuggling in closer, and he craned his neck around, worried. “Babe?”

“I’m…a little achy, but it’s in weird spots…I don’t wanna be gross…” She murmured, nuzzling his shoulder, and he gently rubbed his hand up and down her thigh, ignoring the awkward position.

“…It’s not gross if it’s things that hurt.” He murmured, and she shifted back, letting him turn and face her, green eyes earnest. “Cramps? Period? I can run out and get you whatever you need?” She blushed, shaking her head, then nodded, then sighed, and he gently drew her back into his arms, tucking her between his legs and wrapping the blanket around her, snuggling her close. “The scars Sionis gave you too?”

“…Yeah. I…Look, this is gonna be…really fuckin’ gross, but when he tortured me…he…he didn’t just limit himself to my stomach and breasts…” She murmured, gulping a little, and he closed his eyes, swallowing back the sudden rage. “He didn’t put the drill in me, thank fuck for that, but things are…kinda fucked up down there. And yeah, it’s my period going, so it’s just…extra gross…” Steph blushed bright red, and he gently stroked back her curls, eyes soft, patient. “…I have to wear the disposable underwear that old people use…”

“…Oh sweetheart, that’s okay. Does it work?” She glanced up, eyes brimming with tears, and he gently kissed her brow, her cheek, her nose, her lips, brushing soft kisses all over her face, but she nodded, one lone tear overflowing. He gently brushed it away, cupping her cheek. “Then that’s all that matters to me. I won’t be grossed out, I won’t be upset. Hell…when you do see me naked, you might run away. I’m…not exactly in great shape down there, either. Missing one of my balls and my dick ain’t the straightest.” He followed that with a fake grin, still embarrassed, deep down, but she saw right through him; Steph shook her head and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“If Roy and the others didn’t care…I won’t. Besides…” She huffed out a laugh, and he felt a real smile touch his lips again. “It just means we can be fucked up together. But…thank you for not being grossed out anyway. It’s…you’re the first person to know besides B and Leslie…and B only knows because he hacked the hospital records. And you’re the only person who’s…probably ever gonna see them, which…I’m fine with.” He smiled at that, and she smiled back, kissing him softly. “So long as you intend to keep that proposal available.”

“Baby, it’s all yours; hell, we could go out one of these days and get a set of rings.”

“…You really want a set?”

“Fuck yeah I do, I wanna be a kept man.” The snort she gave was absolutely adorable, and Jason grinned wide at that, feeling their previous good mood return finally, and Steph kissed him, full and happy and perfect, before snuggling back into his chest.

“…So, kept man…could you rub my lower back again? Cramps are hitting me hard…” He placed his hands over her hips, gently rubbing and warming the area, and Steph sighed, dropping her head onto his shoulder, the tension bleeding out of her limbs. “Fuck…thank you…”

“So welcome, sugar…Wanna watch something mindless?” She smiled, and as Jason grabbed the remote, she let out a soft sigh, snuggling in closer, and he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead once more, running his hand over her lower back and keeping her safe and warm.

Yeah.

He really loved Sundays.

#JaySteph #Stephanie Brown #Jason Todd #tw: past body mutilation #cuddles and snuggles #fluff and romance #discussion of period #supportive partner #waffles #gothambysunlight #solarpunkgotham #rainy sundays

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benji-writes · 5 years ago

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In the Tub

Pairing: Steve x Reader, with a fun appearance from Sam and Bucky

Word Count: 1040

Summary: The Golden Girls (Steve, Buck, and Sam), have a little too much fun. It is really so stupid. I could not stop thinking about it, and quite frankly, it is well, and truly, ridiculous.

Warnings: Drug use, but it’s not crazy or anything.

When you walked into the kitchen, you were expecting literally anything else. But there they were – Thing One and Thing Two. Bucky and Sam sat on the floor, with their backs against the counter, watching the Harley Quinn animated series and spooning peanut butter out of the jar.

Stopped in the doorway you said, “Boys? What’s going on in here?”

Bucky looked up at you, eyes red, and gave a lazy smile, “Want some peanut butter?”

Sam looked over once he realized Bucky was talking to someone else and said, “Ohhhh, shit. Here comes you!”

You ignored Bucky’s question, and you tried to hold back your laughter, “Yeah, Sam. Here comes me.”

You walked into the room, and opened the fridge to grab the bottle of iced tea you’d come in for, “So. Who’s idea was it to get high?”

“WHAT?” Bucky shouted, “I’m not high. I’m low.” He said, drawing out the word as he sunk his body further onto the ground until he was laying completely flat. Sam threw his head back laughing, and accidentally hit it against the cabinets underneath the counter. You saw what remained of chocolate edibles, the wrappers laying next to a bag of Cheetos.

“Jesus Christ. Okay, boys. Either of you seen Stevie?”

“He’s in your room, I think,” Sam said rubbing the back of his head.

“My room? Why’s he in my room?”

“He was talking about your bathtub, and stuff.”

“My bathtub? What the fu-“ You didn’t even finish before you turned and left, heading to your room.

When you opened the door, you could already smell your lavender bubble bath. The door to the bathroom was open, and you could hear Mariah Carey playing over the speakers. Mariah Carey?

“Hey, Steve?” You said and crept towards the bathroom, “What’re you doing in there?”

If you thought seeing Sam and Bucky was a surprising, then this was something else entirely. This was just absurd. You had walked straight into the twilight zone. There was Steve, singing quietly along to “We Belong Together,” fully dressed and in the bathtub. In grey sweatpants, and a white t-shirt, there was a light coating of bubbles scattered throughout the tub, and an enormous pile of bubbles sitting in your sink. He had on sunglasses OVER a sheet mask, and absolutely none of it felt real. You turned the music off.

“Steve. Just... what?” It was incredible. Absolutely incredible.

Steve looked over at you, standing in the doorway, “Hey there, pretty girl.”

You couldn’t help that easy comfort that filled your body at the sound of his voice, “Hey there, handsome man. Think you can tell me what exactly you’re doing in my bathtub?”

He lowered his sunglasses like he thought he was the cool kid in an 80s movie. And in the most surreal moment you thought you might ever experience, global superhero Captain America said, “I’m washing me and my clothes.”

He looked around to make sure no one else would see him when he mouthed, “Bitch.”

You twisted the cap off your tea and took a sip, “Uh huh. Okay. Uh huh. Yeah, okay. Alright. So you wanna tell me, who the fuck taught you that?”

He giggled, a real little kid giggle, and said, “Peter sends me memes. Says it’ll keep me hip.”

You threw your head back and laughed at that, “Of course he does.”

You went and sat on the edge of the tub, placing your tea by the sink, “How long you been in here?”

He shrugged, stupid smile on his face. You felt the water and it was still pretty warm, so you figured it couldn’t have been too long.

“Uh huh. What about that face mask? You had that on for more than fifteen minutes, you think?”

With the same stupid smile he said, “Maybe.”

You shook your head, took his sunglasses off, and peeled the face mask off of him. He whined the whole time.

“Yeah, yeah, stop complaining. You about ready to get out of the bath?”

He sighed, “I guess. Can we take a real bath tomorrow though? I like when we do that, and you let me wash your hair, and then you wash mine. It feels nice.”

He leaned his head back against the wall, and just looked at you. His pretty girl. You gave him that fond smile, the one reserved just for him and said, “Yeah, Stevie, we can do that.”

Content with that response, he stood up, absolutely sopping wet, and stepped out of the tub.

“Oh, Steve, come on!” You put your head in your hands as he soaked the floor. Once he stood on the rug, he started undressing so he could towel himself off.

While he was busy you threw his clothes in the hamper, and went out to get him a pair of the boxers he kept in your dresser. He said thanks when you handed them to him, “I know we usually sleep in my room, but can we just stay here please? My room is so far.”

“Yeah, we’ll sleep here tonight. Let’s get ready now though.”

So you changed into pajamas, and you after dealing with all the bubbles in the sink, you both brushed your teeth before climbing into bed. Steve was still pretty high, lying under your sheets, laughing at nothing. His laughs quickly became giggles – those same, high pitched, little kid giggles. He reached his hand out.

“Honk,” He said trying (and failing) to keep his laughter in. “Honk, honk.”

You looked at him, and then down at his hand. Looking back up, you very calmly said, “Steven.”

He giggled again, “Yes?”

“Did you just honk my breast?”

He couldn’t contain himself anymore, and burst out laughing. You threw your head back against the pillow with a groan, “Steven.”

He settled a little, and scooched up close to you. He rested his head on your stomach, and wrapped his arms around you, “Yes, pretty girl?”

He looked up at you with sleepy, dreamy eyes. You couldn’t resist running your fingers through his hair, and he nuzzled into your hand, “Time to go to sleep.”

“Okay,” He whispered with a smile, a small tired smile, and kissed your stomach, before closing his eyes, and drifting off to sleep.

#steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fanfic #bucky barnes #sam wilson #marvel #marvel fanfiction

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five-wow · 5 years ago

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I WATCHED 10.22. HERE ARE SOME THOUGHTS UNDER THE CUT. i promise they won’t all be in full caps, but i feel i should also warn you that this was not proofread.

the episode is starting! it has started. the start has started.

lots of flashbacks from 10.21 with VERY dramatic music in the background and it’s very much working on me. EMOTIONS.

oh my gosh we’re now getting a flashback (a new one, not “previously on”) to wo fat and victor hesse planning some evil shit with daiyu mei serving them tea and it is EVEN MORE DRAMATIC than the previously on was. i am IMPRESSED. also maybe laughing a little bit, but in a way where i’m genuinely enjoying the extreme “LOOK, THIS IS BAD” of it, gosh.

fun way to remind us of how it all started, with these two planning anton’s extraction! they get to show us bits and pieces from the pilot while we still get something new.

wo fat: “blood. is blood.” hmmm, the show seems to want us to think he has a point but i’m mostly amused this is coming from the ultimate bad guy because yes, that seems about right. (hashtag you don’t owe people anything just because you’re related to them, shuddup.)

daiyu mei looks all shy and awkward when wo fat asks for her input but i’ve decided that’s an act to keep victor underestimating her.

steve and cole are in a car and fjdkfdjk wait catherine is a super code breaker now? idk, she may have displayed some skills that leaned that way in the past, but now she’s suddenly well-known as one of the best in that field even though that’s not even her field as far as we know? i. i don’t mind catherine getting brought up in conversation but this is such an odd way to do it.

“we were together for a buncha years” hahaha, fandom never really knows how to define the start and end of their relationship and it seems steve doesn’t, either.

“she was the one that got away. what’re you gonna do?” well, look sad and frowny while this guy you barely know throws you a somewhat awkward look because you’re suddenly baring your heart to him, apparently! (for real though, i get that people will be upset at this phrasing and i’m sort of thinking this is a lead in to things i won’t like at the end of the episode and that’s bad but for what it’s worth, i don’t mind this at all! she did slip away from him at a time where he thought they were going somewhere else and he’s talking in past tense now.)

cole is worried he ruined steve’s day by bringing up catherine and that’s sweet, actually! seals emotionally supporting seals.

OOF it is TIME for danny to get ABDUCTED. also: i love that steve immediately drops everything, including the very important super secret difficult to arrange meeting to maybe finally get some insight into this cipher that doris left him, to race to wherever danny is in his car. i feel like alerting hpd (or anyone else in five-0 who might be closer) would be a good idea, but it makes a lot of sense for steve to need to Be There himself.

ohhhhh steve continually nearly crashing his truck while yelling for danny but only hearing gunshots over the line is 👌👌👌. THE ANGST. THE TENSION. very good, very good.

the camaro is BURNING. well that’s one way to smack us in the face with the end of an era, damn.

steve is ALSO BURNING because he obviously tried to get inside the car ahhhh.

fjdkf steve calls tani with instruction about cameras and tani asks if everything is okay because he sounds upset and all he says is “danny’s been taken” and that’s how tani an junior find out, poor dears.

steve, instructing hpd: “we’re looking for detective danny williams. you know who he is, my partner, right? we’re looking for him.” YOU KNOW WHO HE IS. MY PARTNER.

steve is already out of breath from sheer stress and he’s just standing around the tech table with the team, my gosh. (I LOVE THIS.)

danny, bloody and chained up and facing his captor, a woman he already knows is very, very dangerous: [makes a joke about exchanging insurance information because they burned his car] (LOVE HIM TOO.)

OOF though, daiyu mei lets danny know she knows he has two kids and the jokes are over because that’s definitely the line with danny, god.

here’s the scene from the one preview clip i watched! i’m really enjoying daiyu mei, by the way. she’s still a totally bonkers way to bring the threat of wo fat back even after he’s dead, but she is genuinely threatening.

“i have the person you care about most in the world” hello yes i’m still yelling about that one and might not stop soon

daiyu mei telling steve not to make the same mistake he did with his father and “allow a loved one to die” is so mean but so good and narratively pretty darn cool.

we’re not even eleven minutes in and we’re already at “come alone, commander, or your friend dies”. [insert that escalated quickly meme]

steve thinks he has zero options except give in to exactly what daiyu mei wants and it’s very unsteve of him but also fits perfectly with the mindset they’ve maneouvred him into over the past few episodes and with DANNY BEING GONE so i like it. i like that steve is very obviously freaking the fuck out.

never though i would say this, but... steve, you should listen to adam. it’s shocking, especially this season, but he is making an actual good judgment.

steve alone in the elevator on the verge of either a panic attack or breaking down crying and curling up into a ball is A LOT.

steve goes to the meeting alone, gets a location and confirmation that danny is alive and then hands over the cipher, and that’s good but also... i mean, for real, if he had just printed some random symbols on a similar piece of paper (maybe even the same symbols but in a different order!) how on earth would daiyu mei have known?

OH. OHHHH. danny does the badass steve-ish thing where he pulls himself up by his shackles to somehow get himself free, holy fuck, yes man.

IT WORKS. knocked out the guard, got the keys, got a gun - damn son. not only do we get worried out of his mind steve, we ALSO get bamf danny, ahhhh.

AND THEN HE GETS SHOT IN THE SHOULDER, which is where all those promo pictures came from obviously, and also means we’re about to tick off the hurt part of h/c in an even bolder font than we already had.

fdjkfdjkfd steve’s litany of comforting little nonsense lines while he’s dragging danny to the car and getting him into it and NOT GETTING BEHIND THE WHEEL BUT STAYING WITH DANNY IN THE BACK is killing me slowly.

fdjkfd steve hugging danny’s bloody face in his lap oh my god

apparently that wasn’t GOOD ENOUGH YET because then they’re at the hospital and steve tells the doctor’s what’s up and they’re about to roll danny away and danny, half dead and according to steve in and out of consciousness, somehow finds the time to try to grAB AT STEVE’S ARM BLINDLY. steve: “hey, i’m with you buddy, it’s okay.” DEAD. NOT DANNY, ME. I AM VERY DEAD.

the entire team is stressed and worried and just dead quiet, watching danny and steve. ohhhh boy.

oh fuck oh fuck steve is praying and red-eyed and furious and telling god “you wanna take somebody? take me. not him, you take me.” and i have a very big massive weak spot for exactly this.

cole comes to find steve to offer to figure out the cipher thing and steve has a very hard time giving a single flying shit and then HANDS COLE HIS GUN. welllll. just letting go of stuff they never would have normally left and right, here. i was kind of expecting steve’s badge to follow.

tani has a lot of good worried moments and i love that.

danny is out of surgery!!! steve gets to see him!!!

oh GOD we get a sad version of all for one while steve is in danny’s hospital room and grabs danny’s hand and i am. oh. oh. not okay.

STILL ONLY JUST PAST THE HALFWAY POINT OF THE EPISODE.

it’s honestly kind of weird that cole has this much screentime (i know he was supposed to be back for the season 11 that will never happen, but with the way things turned out that’s not very relevant anymore in story), but i mind it less than i thought i would have. i like him, and i’m glad he has quinn with him now, because i always want more of her.

danny wakes up and his slightly loopy conversation with steve has me fjdkfdjkfd. d: [says you’re supposed to be happy when a patient wakes up] s, like he might still be about to cry: “i’m happy.” d: “yeah? yeah, me too.”

steve is hurting and blaming himself for everything (very in character) and danny tells him he’s already annoying and that if he had a dollar for every time steve saved his life he’d have like twenty bucks (also very in character) and i’m glad for that bit of comic relief and they need it, too, but somebody also needs to give steve a good shake until the thought that this is on him leaves his head. if anyone except daiyu mei is responsible here, it’s doris. blame doris, jfc.

danny, after nearly dying and only just waking up in the hospital, while he still has trouble speaking: “put [the call steve is getting] on speaker, would you, i’m bored.” more jokes! but it also makes me go fjdkfdjk because you will not convince me that this is not danny, extremely injured, still trying to take care of steve by distracting him from all the misery they’re in.

fjdkfd OKAY SO. plot stuff: the cipher translates to coordinates that apparently lead to the place where the mcgarretts thought doris was buried. steve says he knows the place because his dad used to take him there and ? because i always thought john sent his kids away pretty soon after doris died so he can’t have had much time to visit her grave a lot with them, but also just, the drama of it, wow, doris. send your son an encrypted message that sends him to your fake grave, why don’t you.

jfkdsjlfksljfds the mcgarretts have a family mausoleum now, apparently, omfg. and there was still a space with doris’s name on it? even though they’ve known for how many years by now that she was still alive oh my gosh

cole is along for the ride to doris’s fake grave and steve keeps dropping these little nuggets from his family history and cole keeps (rightfully!) looking a little confused and/or alarmed, poor guy, hahaha.

daiyu mei is running full tilt and doing some mad parcour shit in a suit and what looks like high heels and there is a whole action scene here with lots of players and constant shooting and some one-on-one fighting, but i am fully distracted by the shoewear.

oh, false alarm, probably! not quite high heels, just something ballarina like with a very tiny heel. that’s better.

fjdkfjdkfd OOF daiyu mei nearly kills steve, steve gets the upper hand, daiyu mei says some things and we’re given another flashback to wo fat and victor hesse and this time also john when he was held hostage, and suddenly we’re told he’s not surprised that doris had a secret son (wo fat) and that he suspected her death was staged.

OH MY GU==fdj

okay so those were typos but i’m LEAVING THEM because “whatever happens next, don’t tell my son. it would be too hard on him.” HELLO JOHN, FUCK YOU JOHN. he wanted??? to keep this secret??? from steve??? and also he doesn’t even acknowledge that he maybe has more than just a son. maybe there is a person called mary out there somewhere? might ring a bell, if you think about it long and hard.

wo fat: “you’re a good man, john mcgarrett.” i really don’t know if we’re supposed to agree with things wo fat says but he’s mostly voicing the opposite of what i feel this episode.

daiyu mei to steve: “you are your father.” oh gosh. oh no.

ahh, here’s a point where cole’s presence really starts to take away from other characters. he shows up to steve and daiyu mei’s confrontation to back steve up, and that obviously should have been any other character that we’ve known for way longer and have way more attachment to (junior! that would have been so good, or maybe lou, who’s also been here for seven years, or tani, who keeps worrying), especially, very very much especially when steve goes “book her, cole”. that’s just confusing, too. so far the cole and steve parallels have been thrown at us and now he’s suddenly in danny’s place.

32 minutes out of 42 and we’re at “one week later” and steve hopping through his garden to get to the beach chairs where danny is sitting. this is good but worrying for how early it comes.

danny says he misses the very nice nurse who brought him jello and steve tells him not to confuse a caregiver for someone who cares and danny goes “yeah? you know jealousy is not uh, pretty on you.” and then they’re both awkwardly quiet for a moment. dear lord.

AND THEN THINGS WENT PEARSHAPED. danny: “you all packed?” my heart is sinking fast. maybe i should just quit here and leave it at danny telling steve jealousy is not pretty on him (which implies other things are pretty on steve - let’s get back to that).

steve to danny, who is talking up hawaii (which is of course very good): “who are you?” i am having FLASHBACKS to junior asking tani that exact same thing just a few episodes ago.

danny seriously questions steve’s decision to just up and leave hawaii a bunch of times and yes, danny, good, grill him. this is a stupid plan.

danny: “you know, it don’t feel like it’s gonna be okay. it feels like- my main dude is leaving me.” HI STEVE. MAYBE DON’T. MAYBE DON’T GO. MAYBE DON’T HURT DANNY.

“you got a phone, right?” we’re seriously at that point. we are. seriously at that point. wow.

steve forces danny to get up to give him the frigging tenderest, dopily smiliest hug and it is so very sweet yet so very wrong.

“I LOVE YOU, MAN.” / “I LOVE YOU TOO.” THEY DID NOT YELL THAT BUT I AM BECAUSE THIS IS ALL I’VE WANTED FOR TWO YEARS and now it’s under these circumstances which ugh BUT I AM STILL HYPED. THEY GOT TO SAY IT AGAIN. GOOD. FUCKING GOOD.

“don’t make me come looking for you” danny says after he sits back down and without another word steve starts walking away and then he stops and looks back and catches danny looking over his shoulder but quickly looking away again and holy fucking damn if this isn’t how stories go when they try to tell us that two characters shouldn’t be parting because they don’t want to. turn around, steve. it’s so easy.

EDDIE. my gosh, ANOTHER blond guy who loves steve to pieces and who steve Should Not Just Leave, wtf.

eddie gets an i love you too and then a kiss and my heart! is having a hard time today!

oh LORD there’s a knock at the door and it’s the whole entire team and lou!!! is making me cry!!! and everyone whispers how much steve means to them at him while they’re hugging him and fjdkfd what. why is he leaving! it’s starting to sound like a worse decision by the second.

i could cry at all of these goodbyes seperately but right now i am also crying at tani immediately hugging noelani when she joins the pile of people who have said goodbye. ohhhh.

EVERYONE IS CRYING. not cool. VERY UNCOOL. also, honestly, i love that danny got to say goodbye seperately and it’s fitting that he just can’t watch steve actually walk out the door but also... he should have been here, gdi. now there’s this huge emotional team moment and he’s absent and it’s weird.

steve boards a plane and sits down and his phone beeps and it’s danny texting him “miss you already” and i cannot believe this is actual canon and had to pause to kind of laugh/gasp for air for a little bit.

and catherine shows up! i’ve been braced for this so i’m not surprised and it’s less bad than i thought in many ways but also. they talk about cath driving danny’s car and steve says they can’t have danny williams driving his own car and if that’s true, then why the hell are you leaving, steve. what are you doing to danny? (also. uh. danny’s car kind of went up in flames? he has a new one already? i. what.)

cath asks if steve is ready and they hold hands and steve turns to look out the plane window and smiles and that’s very suddenly it.

you know what? you know what, for the most part, i absolutely loved this. i was prepared for VERY BAD THINGS and i don’t enjoy steve leaving at the end at all and i have MANY NOTES on how things could have maybe ended even better but i. i am okay with this. i am okay with this! that is honestly more than i thought i would be able to say and i’m just VERY RELIEVED right now.

as for the show ending with steve and cath... that was weird, but... he also held danny’s hand this episode and that was supposedly platonic, and steve and cath did not suddenly have a big romantic kiss or get engaged, so i am choosing to take this as a platonic reunion with a person from steve’s past he still cares about, someone who travels a lot and was in hawaii to break that code and therefore this makes sense. he leaves with cath, and then, in a few weeks’ time, he comes back to danny (the person he cares about most in the world), and canon just, y’know, forgot to mention that little tidbit. it happens.

anyway, i had EMOTIONS and i still need to let all of this sink in and i hope you’re all doing okay after this whirlwind of a thing and ahhhh, it is so very weird that it’s over now. 💖

#h50 #h50 spoilers #10.22 #*#finale #[LOUD SCREAMING]

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hu4ngs · 5 years ago

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Ten as a boyfriend pls! Thank you!!

ohhhh boi

omg this baby

first of all congrats, you’ve got yourself a MAN

so let’s go from a to z

you met him when you attended your friend’s (let’s say guanheng) sports match

you weren’t all close to guanheng, so you have no idea who’s in his friend’s circle

and you were very much surprised that he asked you - of all people - to go to his match

so as a token of gratitude, you attended

you sat on the bleachers

you sat next to ten ;)

your first thought when you saw him was that you think he looks so much alike guanheng

when ten caught you staring, him being a lil shit, he just HAD to call you out, playfully, of course

“take a picture, it lasts longer”

you’re confused and taken aback

“i’m sorry, what?”

he laughed at you, before shaking his head

“i was kidding!” he told you

and then you laughed, but you were still very confused

ten, on the other hand, just brushed it off

although he’s a little embarrassed that his joke didn’t come through

there was an awkward silence between you two now

“so who are you here for?” he asked

“my friend, guanheng. he said this is his first time being a regular, so he wants every one he knows to -”

“to go see his match?” he finished your sentence for you

you’re really confused with this man

you nodded nevertheless, “how’d you know?”

surprise surprise

guanheng and him are friends!

so you two exchanged instagrams cuz why not

he’s hot, you’re hot, i don’t see a problem here

and then it just continued on since then

you’d reply to his story

he’d reply to your story

it continued on like that for about two months

and then ten finally tells you that he’d like to have your number

you’re more than happy to give them to you

then you two started playing imessage games together

ten: damn you really suck at cup pong, y/n

you: literally leave me alone

ten: saving your number as ‘loser’ now

this goes on for a few more months i tell you

because ten is a prideful person

he’s not just gonna give in and admit to himself (or to anyone, for that matter) that he has fallen in love

plus, if you’re gonna get TEN to have a crush on you, you’re gonna have to wait longer than 3 months, this man isn’t here for puppy love, he’s here for LOVE love

after months, and you two are noticeably comfortable with each other now, you started opening up a little

every now and then you’d talk about your day to him

and ten appreciates that

he feels needed

he feels wanted

and he loves feeling that way

he loves feeling important to someone

even if he doesn’t open up as much as you do, you didn’t mind

you figured when he wants to open up, he will

and he noticed this about you, and totally loved this about you

plus to you, it’s not a big matter anywas

oh, you’re so oblivious with your feelings for him that was increasingly growing that’s why you’re so tolerable for him

one fine day

more like night

you were texting him

and ten asked you out

das right

just you two, out on a date

he was so straightforward about it??? big dick energy right there

n e ways

you’re like holy shit holy fuck oh my god wow

of course you said yes

only an absolute fool wouldn’t say yes to ten

so the next day yall meet up

he looks stunning

you look stunning

oh god i love a power couple

ten’s a little shy than he was the last time you saw him

and when he’s shy, he giggles and smiles a lot its adorable i tell you i’m so in love with you, ten

anywAys

he took you out to see a movie

and there wasn’t any bomb movie at that time so yall settled with a horror movie

but its shitty though

but it’s okay bc it’s the memories that matters xoxo

ten purposely picked the couple seat btw

he’s a sly fox

like i said it was a crappy horror movie so you weren’t really scared

but ten was surprisingly kept on his toes during some parts

considering all the times ten had teased you thru text

you decided to jumpscare him

you whispered-yelled a ‘boo!’ to him during the suspense part

and he actually S C R E A M

mans screamed LMAO

the few people who came to watch the movie gave you two quick glances

“i’m gonna beat your ass, y/n!” he told you

but you were too busy laughing to react to him

after the movie ended

ten was still a lil mad that you embarrassed him like that

so you decided to take him to an arcade

ten quickly got over it and was excited to beat you in games like he usually does

“try beating me in real basketball the same way you did in the imessage version, loser!” ten told you

and obviously he won

virtual basketball and actual basketball are two different things

and you sucked at sports, even if its just an arcade game

i hope you know what basketball game im talking about omfg

and then you decided to play that shooting game where you have to kill zombies

it was nerve-wrecking

you two were literally SO loud with letting out frustrations about how the zombies should just ‘leave you alone’ and how they should ‘go fuck themselves’

but yall actually won the game!!

you losers actually WON!!

you were so happy because you’re so used to losing in games

that you just,,, pulled ten into a hug

as you excitedly laugh, happily telling him that you’ve won because of how good your teamwork was

your ear was pressed exactly to where his heart was

and you’re surprised that his heart was beating so fast and so loudly

maybe it’s just the adrenaline from playing the game

so you brushed it off

then you went out to eat together

and when yall were eating

you talked to each other a bit more

talking about random things and facts about yourselves

you know,,, small talk and shit

ten, at this point, had already acknowledged that he has feelings for you

but after knowing how much you’re well educated about things he’s interested in, he falls harder for you

as you were busy talking

he couldn’t help but hold one of your hand that was on the table

you quickly became quiet as you stared down at his hand

“ten?”

“hey, y/n?”

you nodded as a response, wondering what the hell is he up to now

“do you think i’m a dumbass?”

you laughed at that question, not thinking much of it

you are, in fact, more intrigued with him holding your hand like that

“sure, sometimes you are”

he chuckled at your answer

and then he made eye contact with you

“well am i a dumbass if i told you that i like you? and that i wanna date you?”

you almost choked on your food

“wait! wait, wait. do you mean that?”

“of course”

you didn’t think twice

you’ve never been so sure about an answer your WHOLE life until now

“then yes, you are a dumbass! but, i like dumbasses. especially cute ones like you”

oh boy ten loves his baby confident like that btw ^

and voila! ever since then you two became a couple

NOW i was so into writing this

let’s get to the point

him as your boyfriend?

nothing changed much

except now he takes you out in so much dates

he loves you so much, and he’s constantly reminding you

he’s not one to admit his love as often as it seemed, so he’d show it through his act of kindness

he knows how much you appreciate the little things

so, he’d shower you with little things

he’d tell you to be safe when you’re on your way to somewhere

facetimes/calls you whenever you tell him a good news, just to congratulate you and say ‘i love you and i’m proud of you, baby!’

he has a lot of petnames for you

baby, angel, babe, honey, darling, fatass, loser, the list goes on

he comes over so often you have a hard time trying to sneak him out whenever your family member comes back from work/school

he’d tease you a lot for being scared to introduce him to your parents though

but he doesn’t mind, when you’re ready, you’re ready

he doesn’t really hug a lot

he kisses you a lot though

he lovesssss giving you a peck on your lips

when you two meet up? kiss

when you’re going back home? kiss

when you made a funny joke? kiss

when he finds you adorable? kiss

oh my god your first kiss with him was totally accidental

ten was showing you his new art and you complimented him

it boosted his self confidence

and then he was jokingly saying “your boyfriend is such a genius artist, don’t you think?”

he was walking towards you at the same time

then he accidentally tripped whilst he was rambling on about how amazing he is

but it’s okay he landed straight into your arms so you managed to catch him before he falls and breaks his nose

BUT his lips landed a centimetre away from your lips

when he pulled back he was like O__O

“did i kiss you?”

“no”

“aw, that sucks”

you were kinda blushing now

he saw you like this, and took this opportunity

he quickly wrapped his arm around your waist, and leaned in to kiss you

it wasn’t THAT passionate

but it was sweet

he was smiling in the kiss when you kissed back

when he pulled away, your noses were still touching

and he took the time to admire your beautiful face

“i love you, babe”

ANYWAYS!! OH MY GOD THIS IS GETTING ME IN MY FEELS!!!!

he compliments you a lot too

he’s constantly reminding you that you’re beautiful

sometimes he invites you when he’s going out with guanheng/taeyong/johnny because he wants everyone he cares about to meet you

he talks about you a lot to his family, too

saying how lovely you are, and how smart you are

and that his family would absolutely adore you when you meet them

god he praises you so much he literally boosts your confidence

oh ALSO!!!

he’d go to every event you joined

you’re doing a performance at your school/college? he’s there to support you

your school’s doing an open carnival and you’re the host for the event? he’ll be there

you’re at a math championship? he’s sitting amongst the crowd praying you’d do your best

you’re volunteering? you’re going together because no way in hell is he gonna let you do all these hard work without his help

you appreciate this so much, it means a lot to you

during your anniversaries/birthday, he’d surprised you a lot

he’d buy you the gift that you didn’t remember telling him that you wanted it

along with 10 other gifts that he bought you

he’ll take you to that fancy restaurant you’ve been eyeing a lot whenever you two go out

he’ll also remind you how much he loves you because you just mean so much to him

whenever you two argue

he’s usually a dick ngl

he’s got a sassy mouth

it’s not his fault if he roasts you

also

you two argue quite often too

some more serious than the other

ten builds a big wall around his heart because he’s just a guarded person in general

it takes a long time for him to open up and trust someone

but once he does, he trusts said people very dearly

even so, whenever you argue, it’d take a while for him to cheer up

it takes an even longer time if he was in the wrong, because he’s quite an egotistical person

but once he cools down completely

he’ll go see you

and he’ll cuddle with you for as long as he can

caressing your hair

whispering sweet nothings into your ear

he does feel guilty of course, but its kinda difficult for him to apologise, so he does these act of kindness instead as an apology

he doesn’t mean anything that he said when he argued with you though

he was simply just trying to win the argument

he’s so glad that you’re able to tolerate with him

because not a lot of people can

he appreciates you a lot for that

he makes it clear that he’d do anything for you because you’re simply worth the effort

in conclusion

ten would be an amazing boyfriend for you

he loves you dearly

he will be the best boyfriend ever

his hugs will linger with you for days

his kisses gets sweeter each time he kiss you

although he can be an ass sometimes

it can’t be helped, that’s part of ten’s nature

he’s a lil mischievous, so you need to tolerate with that, the same way he’ll have (and will) tolerate with your bad sides too

please don’t ever let him go

ten as your boyfriend will make you forget about you exes, he’s just THAT amazing

i said it countless times but im gonna say it again

he loves you so much, so so so so so much, you’re his own personal angel to him

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narilgc · 4 years ago

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*:･ﾟ✧* tell me what i wanna hear

… in which 𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈 video calls some of her very first fans ! ( gif credit )

wc: 1,665 words

the idea of someone “ winning ” the chance to speak with nari honestly is weirding her out a little bit. even with the promise of a lead role on cram school, nari just doesn’t feel ... famous yet. she doesn’t really even think she has fans, which is why a call from her as a gift seems like a difficult concept to grasp. after all, she’d call them for free. did they really have to go out of their way like this ?

nevertheless, nari figures it’s part of legacy’s marketing scheme, and since she’s excited to talk to them she goes on with it without any complaints. the festival was her first taste at talking to fans, and it was so interesting to think that she would have people come to know her in such a short period of time. the power behind her company’s name was bigger than she thought, and it’s now that she’s starting to acknowledge the benefits of signing with them, even as an actress.

so, as the day approaches, she sits in front of the camera, making odd faces in the camera to check her appearance. she’s gone for a simpler look today, though that’s not an indicator of the amount of effort she’s put in. after all, they say you look bigger on screen, so nari had to put in extra work to ensure she’ll look presentable for fans. she would not start her career with a bad impression on those who’d be supporting her.

she starts off excited, but the first call is ... discouraging, to say the least. when she answers, the fan looks visibly confused, then comes a flash of disappointment, followed by a tight smile. nari automatically assumes they’re either a boy trainee fan or not too well-versed in the actors of legacy, based on their visible lack of energy after seeing who’s picked up.

“ ah, hello. you are ... ? ”

“ oh, um, hi ! sorry, didn’t know if you could see me or not. i’m nari, it’s so nice to meet you ! i’m an actor in lega - ”

“ ohhhh, makes sense then. ” what makes sense, exactly ? not recognizing her ? the girl doesn’t explain further, so nari’s left to interpret her words in her head, as she tries to create small talk. it’s obvious the female isn’t very interested in keeping a conversation with nari, but she tries her best to keep it going for the duration of the promised call time. she didn’t know two minutes could feel so long.

“ oh no ! it looks like it’s that time, i have to hang up now ! but i’ve had the best time talking to you, and i hope you have a gre - ”

“ hold on ! if you know any of the type zero boys, let them know kwon hana from ilsan loves them ! ”

“ oh - ”

beep. before she can say anything, they’ve already hung up. nari shoots her manager a puzzled look, to which she’s met with a shrug in response. they’d already hung up, anyways, so there wasn’t much to do but to forget it and move on.

luckily, the second call goes far better. a woman calls from outside, the familiar sights of large grassy hills and wooden fencing causing a near immediate smile to come across her face.

“ oh my gosh ! it’s so pretty, where you are ! how are you ? ”

the woman is looking off in the distance, and it’s evident she hadn’t realized nari had picked up the phone. because as soon as she looks down and spots her, she lets out a high-pitched scream, the sound of wind piercing the speakers as she runs suddenly, yelling “ hey ! come here ! oh my god look ! ”, much to nari’s amusement.

nari’s certainly shocked her presence has caused such an uproar, and once she reminds the girl that they don’t have much time, the fan calms down enough to let her speak.

“ hi there ! i’m na - ”

“ im nari, i know ! ” her knowledge of the girl’s identity causes her to gasp, a huge grin of disbelief on her lips as she covers her mouth. a younger girl, presumably the other’s sister, comes on screen, soon echoing her sister’s squeals of excitement.

“ you’re kidding ! you know me ? ”

“ of course ! we heard you’re from the countryside, and your parents are farmers, and - and - god, i’m out of breath - and we are too ! there’s really not that many people who grew up like we did, so it was so exciting to see you make it big ! ”

the confession nearly brings tears to her eyes, her heart filled with gratitude as she listens to the girls words. there was a certain comfort in knowing she had already inspired someone in the way that she hoped, and that they’d happened to have the same upbringing as her. if this was a sign of her fans to come, nari was surely excited for the future ahead.

“ we won’t keep rambling, we know you’ve got a lot to get to ! ” how could they be so courteous ? ” ... so we’ll go now ! but please, don’t forget about us ! im seri and im soojin are rooting for you ! fighting ! ”

honestly, even though some of the calls come and go quickly, the two sisters stay in her mind, giving her a mood boost for the remainder of the session. after a few calls including someone who asked her to cry on command, someone who asked her to do a backflip ( she couldn’t - sorry, eunji ) , and another who asked her to name their new puppy, nari’s gotten her fair chance to show her personality. when she clicks on the next call, she’s surprised to see a boy, one of the first fanboys of the day. when he appears on camera he instantly looks shocked, though unlike the pair of sisters he grows quiet and covers his face.

“ did it work ? did it work !? ” she can hear some shuffling around, before the camera pans down to reveal another male sitting next to them. they’re obviously students, and it seems like they’re in class from the background and their uniforms. the shy male looks at her with wide eyes, and it’s not until the other pushes him that he starts to spit out the words he’s been trying to say.

“ oh ! hi - um - so i’m a huge fan of you. really ! uhhh ... yeah that’s it. ”

“ it definitely isn’t ! you act like you’re in cram school everytime you come to class and now you’re gonna act all shy now that your favorite character’s here ? ” the other beside him persists, nudging him in the side. “ you better tell her ! ”

“ she can hear you, ” the shy male whisper-hisses, before turning his attention to her, his gaze softening. “ uhhh ... anyways .... i really love your character mijoo, i think she’s just really misunderstood and - yeah, she’s so pretty ! i mean - you’re pretty ? i guess - i - sorry, nari, i’m just nervous. ”

he definitely had a cute appeal about him, like a small puppy, and while nari found it difficult to take the confession seriously she was definitely honored. just to tease him, she leans in, a challenging stare directed at him as she tilts her head.

“ how old are you ? ”

“ oh - uh - n-nineteen. ”

“ then don’t you think you should use honorifics ? you’ve been speaking casually to me the whole time. ”

the male instantly looks panicked, stuttering excuses about how he didn’t know she was older before nari’s laughs cut him off. it’s then evident she’s only messing around to get a reaction out of him, shaking her head.

“ i’m just messing with you ! thanks for talking with me, okay ? you were a lot of fun ! ”

once that call ends, she’s sent to her last one, a female with purple hair and pretty eye makeup. it doesn’t take long for nari’s eyes to turn to heart-shaped ones, as she admires the other’s beauty in front of her. remain calm, nari.

“ ah - haha - hi ! oh my gosh, your hair’s so pretty, ” nari’s quick to compliment, cheeks turning a faint crimson. the other girl grins, and when she opens her mouth to thank her, she speaks with an accent. it surprises nari, considering the girl appears korean, and she seemed to understand nari well enough. the other explains that she’s from france.

“ wait ! you’re really from france ? ” she asks, eyes widened in evident disbelief. nari hadn’t even yet traveled outside the country, so it was hard for her to imagine there were others that had gone as far as to live in france.

“ mhm ! i live in paris, actually ! if you ever come here maybe i can show you around ! ” nari’s sure she’s joking, but just a minute into the conversation, she’s dead set on taking a plane to meet the pretty girl. for what probably is the ninth time that day alone, nari’s fallen in love.

when the call’s over, nari’s left with a bubbly feeling in her chest, the same feeling when you drink fizzy soda and it has you giggling and energized for the rest of the day. the calls had their fair share of sort of strange requests and nonchalant callers, but if there were so many others that were incredibly nice, and incredibly pretty ? nari can deal with that.

#( if you knew my story :: development. )#wc: 1665 #lgc:videocall001

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