#but hopefully before work i can continue to smack all of you to demonstrate my affection

[geneticcatalyst]

NEW BOOP BADGE ACQUIRED

[sufferu]

There is, uh, one particular scene I’ve been working on. From the reaction fic…

Reaction Ficlet: Rem

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“…You’re kidding, right, Rem?”

Everyone in the theater seemed to freeze in place.

Emilia was the first to break the silence that had formed over them all like a sheet of ice. “…What?”

“If you do not resist, I can grant you a quick end.”

“No,” Otto said, shaking his head. “No, no. This has to be some sort of mistake. Suba— Natsuki-san LOVES Rem. He’s been trying to— for months— she can’t have—”

“It’s just a misunderstanding,” Emilia agreed. “They can clear it up, and then — I guess Subaru…meets his end in this loop in some other way. But it can’t be Rem.”

“So you decided this all on your own?” Subaru was asking nervously. “Roswaal didn’t order you?”

“I will eliminate all those who oppose Roswaal-sama’s wishes. You are merely one.”

“Man,” Subaru joked, backing away slightly. “Can’t he train his lapdogs not to bite at people just passing thro— AUGH?!”

Rem had struck him with the chain of her Morning Star.

Emilia gasped. “Rem!” she snapped. “Why would you—“

“I—“ Rem was at a loss for words.

“That was deserved.” It was Ram who stepped in. “In her eyes,” the older sister said, “a strange man had just insulted her liege lord to her face, after demonstrating himself to be a threat. Smacking him once for the offense — that was warranted, Emilia-sama. …It’s not like she hit him very hard, in the first place.”

Emilia bit her lip, but — however uneasily — conceded.

Crusch blocked Wilhelm before he could finish getting up, his eyes already growing hard at the sight of that one vicious blow. “Wait,” she ordered in a low voice. “Let’s…Let’s see how they handle this.”

“…Understood, Crusch-sama.”

“That’s how little you trusted me?”

“Yes.”

Onscreen, Subaru’s eyes watered.

“Rem,” Emilia pleaded.

“—I don’t wanna hear it! Take this!” Subaru whipped out his phone, flashing Rem with several flashes of bright lights in quick succession. When she flinched backwards, momentarily stunned, Subaru took the opportunity to bowl past her and start running.

“He didn’t use the knife??” Otto pointed out, bewildered.

“Of course he didn’t,” Beatrice said. Her voice sounded odd. “He loves her.”

Subaru didn’t get far before he — tripped over something, and suddenly fell on his face. “Oomph!”

And then when he looked down, his leg had been sliced clean off. He screamed.

“Subaru!” Beatrice cried out. Her eyes were not on the screen, but on the boy in the cage. The boy who was currently curling into a ball to cover his ears, squeezing his eyes shut. The spirit lifted up her skirts, rushing over to sit by his side, pressing her hand into the glass. “Subaru, I’m here! Betty’s here, okay?” The glass was in the way. She couldn’t reach him. “Subaru!”

“Mana of water, heal this body.”

“O-Oh!” Emilia said. She was relaxing slightly. “Maybe— Maybe you can talk now? It’ll be fine.”

Wilhelm was rigid, clenching his knees until his knuckles turned white. Julius’ face had grown pale. Ricardo’s eyes were growing wide. Felt raised her hands to her mouth in horror. All those who had seen true viciousness — through time as a knight, a mercenary, or otherwise — slowly started to understand what was going to happen next.

“She didn’t…” Ferris whispered, face ashen.

“Rem,” Subaru said hopefully. “You’re…?”

“I will not be able to ask you anything if I let you die so easily.”

Emilia’s smile faded. “…Huh?”

“I ask you, are you working with one of Lady Emilia’s rival claimants to the throne?”

“…My heart belongs to Emilia.”

Rem swung down her chain.

It wasn’t quick.

It took a few seconds for many in the theater to realize what exactly it was that they were watching. But they all pieced it together, in the end — and even after they understood the situation, it continued before their eyes. Slowly, everyone turned to stare at Rem, horror and disbelief etched so deeply into all of their faces that the feelings may as well have been engraved into them from the start.

“He loves you,” Emilia choked out. “Su— Rem, Subaru LOVES you. How could you…?”

The amnesiac Rem, who could not remember even the final timeline of events, stared helplessly back. The despair of the others was multiplied tenfold in her pale blue eyes.

Emilia wasn’t having it. Horror and betrayal gave way to a surge of rage. “Answer me!” she demanded. “Don’t just sit there — tell me! How could you do this to him? How could you hurt him like this? How could you make him cry—“

A squeal echoed over Emilia’s words as the Rem onscreen landed a particularly vicious strike against Subaru’s back.

“—why??” Emilia sobbed.

“I don’t know!” Rem said desperately. “I don’t know — that’s not me! I never — why would I ever do something like this?! I didn’t! I wouldn’t!”

“You did,” Crusch said. Her voice was cold and sharp like steel, with the sort of anger that could be mistaken for calmness if one wasn’t paying attention. The other camps were keeping quiet, watching the Emilia Camp with stares that slowly turned to ice as they waited to see if they would handle their own, but something about Rem’s refusal had apparently crossed a line. “A version of you — did.”

“Captain hasn’t stopped trying to wake you up since you fell asleep,” Garfiel growled, a dangerous undercurrent to his voice the likes of which none of them had heard since the Sanctuary Incident. “He’s been so worried about you. He cares for you so much, and— you—“

Otto pressed his lips together and said nothing. Nobody could tell what he was thinking.

“I don’t remember—“

“Rem.”

It was Ram who spoke up, with the sort of coldness that made her usual scathing comments look sweet and gentle by comparison. Rem turned to face her, eyes wide and lips parted.

“—I love you,” Ram interrupted, before she could say anything more to defend herself. “Because you are my sister. But it is because I love you that I cannot allow you to back away from this. This is not a sin that gets erased by your lack of knowledge. Even if you do not remember this…” She took a shaky breath. “Subaru does.”

Rem swallowed.

“…Nee-sama,” a quiet, shaky voice interrupted. “You shouldn’t talk like that to your sister.”

Ram froze.

Subaru was watching their argument from his cage, a smile on his face that clearly was supposed to be casual and lighthearted, despite how badly he was trembling and how it clashed with the tears beading at the corners of his eyes.

“Subaru—“ Beatrice pleaded, her hands on the glass as she tried desperately to quiet him. “Subaru, you don’t have to—“

“Rem was— Rem was right,” Subaru said. “I was suspicious. I snuck around the estate without telling anyone what I was doing. I stole a knife, and spied on everyone from the woods nearby. She was right to—“

His onscreen counterpart cried out, voice raw and breaking from the constant stress. “Mana of water,” Rem’s voice repeated. “Heal this body.”

Subaru swallowed, shaking even worse than before. “…to be suspicious.”

Rem made a strangled, horrified sort of noise.

Nobody else spoke for a long, long moment, the air permeated only by the sounds of angry demons, and chains, and cries of pain.

“—Are you a member of the Witch Cult?”

“Oh,” Garfiel gasped, looking as though he had realized something. “That’s what it is.”

“What?” Julius prodded. His voice was unusually curt, as if he was biting something back with all his might. His eyes were hard.

“C-Captain has the Witch’s scent on him,” Garfiel explained nervously. His eyes were darting from side to side. Had he—? No, no, he couldn’t have. Subaru never would have welcomed him with open arms if he — if he did. …Right? “We dunno why, but…it’s not hard to mistake him for a Witch Cultist on that alone.”

Julius didn’t respond to that at all. He turned away, going back to watching the interrogation on the screen.

“Still denying it?” Rem growled. “It is plain to see that you are involved with the witch. Her stench is all over you!” The Subaru onscreen looked at her in shock, the look of an awful realization dawning across his face. “Even if Sister or no one else notices, I can smell it on you! The leftover stench of that monster makes me want to spit in disgust!”

Garfiel didn’t look very happy at being proven right.

“I was anxious and angry when I saw you speaking with Nee-sama. You, someone involved with the one who put Nee-sama through so much, weaseling into our precious home… I have been watching you since Roswaal-sama welcomed you…but the entire time, it hurt to watch you. I could not bear it. Even if I knew that the whole time Nee-sama was taking care of you, she was just pretending to be friendly!”

“How could you say something so cruel to him?” Emilia demanded, tears in her eyes. Rem stared back at her, mute. “How COULD you? SUBARU LOVES YOU!!”

None of the other camps said a word. The looks in their eyes were enough of a condemnation.

The Rem onscreen wavered suddenly as she finally looked Subaru full in the face — only to see that he had, at some point, started to cry.

“—What the Hell…?”

“I knew it was…” he choked out. “…something like that.”

Beatrice sucked in a breath. “Subaru—“

“So that’s what it was… I knew there was some reason, behind all the kindness. But…I was too afraid to ask…”

“No,” Ram said, an oddly desperate tone in her voice that nobody had ever heard before. “No, no, Subaru, that’s not—“

“I finally learned how to peel veggies without cutting my hand,” he whimpered. “I learned how to do laundry right. Didn’t finish learning how to clean the place, but… Reading…it’s just the simple stuff, but I can do that now. I studied like I promised. I read the picture book. It’s all thanks to you two…”

Emilia sobbed into her hands.

“What are you…talking about?” The Rem onscreen looked creeped out. Uncertain.

“I’m talking about what you two have done for me…”

“I recall no such thing.”

“—Why don’t you remember?!”

Everyone in the audience flinched. The Rem onscreen flinched, too.

“What’d I do wrong?” Subaru cried. “What’s wrong with me? Why do you girls hate me that much…?” He sniffled. “Even…that promise…I always…”

“—I—“

“I always lo—“

Subaru was cut off. Some invisible force had slashed clean through his throat, cutting him off by force. His voice gurgled incoherently, bubbles rising from his mangled throat as he tried to continue his desperate plea, staring at Rem like a begging dog. Rem stared back at him, at his mangled throat.

“Who was…?” Garfiel asked meekly, but it wasn’t hard to guess.

“My sister is too kind.”

Ram made the sort of noise that nobody would have expected to come from her throat in a million years.

That was the only noise that could be heard throughout the entire auditorium, which was otherwise so quiet one would have thought that the air itself was refusing to breathe.

[captains-simp]

Carol Danvers ~ Two Sides Of The Same Coin

Chapter 2: Owe Me

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The explosion on your left was far too close for comfort. The shock sent your body hurling forward a few feet with a distinct ringing in your ears. The high pitched sound was all you could focus on for a few precious moments.

When the dust started to settle and the ringing got slightly quieter, you knew you needed to get up. You were vulnerable. And you were outnumbered.

You could handle something like four or five-to-one, but twenty was a little more than you had been prepared for. The fact that they were a heavily armed twenty made it worse. You were pretty sure you had seen Owen's logo on one of those weapons.

You turned onto your side to try to take in your surroundings better but visibility was still limited. The shoulder you had landed on protested against your movements but you were forced ignore it. There was no way you were going to get out of there without using it again.

You groaned as you finally got yourself onto your knees and pushed off of the ground to stand. You were extremely disorientated and unsteady but you continued to look around until you could make out distant shapes amongst the dust.

You shook your head and raised your hands in closed fists infront of you in hopes of it preparing you even a little.

Just as you managed to narrow your focus onto those infront of you, heavy footsteps were heard from behind.

You spun around to meet whoever was charging towards you only to stumble sideways. Much to your luck, the exact moment you moved to the side the attacker had swing his fist and ended up stumbling forward too from having not landed his punch.

You noticed this just in time and managed to swipe his legs out from under him while maintaining your own balance. The victory, no matter how small, made you feel more confident about the situation. Maybe you would be able to get out of there in one piece.

Just as you had that optimistic thought bullets went whizzing by the side of your head. You were grateful for the attacker's terrible aim as you ducked behind a large cluster of debris.

Your gun had been thrown from your grasp in the blast and to get it back you would have to run a few feet away from the safety of your temporary cover. Bullets continued to smack against the debris, the frequency and the amplitude both increasing to warn you they were getting closer.

It would hard - near impossible - to get your gun, shoot every attacker with the few bullets you had and avoid getting seriously injured, but it was that or wait behind the debris for a bullet to finally find you.

Your eyes locked onto your unharmed gun as you sat up gradually. Now or never.

You sprang up from your position and sprinted towards your weapon as the bullets relentlessly followed you. You swiped it in your hand and instantly aimed your gun towards the attackers.

They may have had bigger, much more intimidating guns, and there may have been a lot more of them, but they had no idea what to do with those guns or how to work coherently together. That made it easier for you to hit each target perfectly without a single bullet even skimming you.

But there was only ten of them down. The blast had disorientated you so much you hadn't noticed them scatter to surround you. Panic rose in your chest when you saw the remaining attackers spaced out in the distance.

That same panic was amplified when a small object came hurtling towards you, the small blinking light was enough for you to figure out what it was.

With all the energy you could muster, you put as much distance between you and the explosive device as your legs could give you. Your hands instinctively covered your head when your feet left the ground and the defeaning boom filled your ears.

You expected to feel bullets rain down on you. You expected everything to go completly dark. You expected the worst. Nothing happened.

You glanced up at the nearest attacker, your ears ringing once again, and saw him staring up at the sky. He was looking around frantically. You couldn't really make out his face, but you could tell he was scared.

You couldn't see anything in the sky either, leading you to wonder what they were all trying to look at. That was very quickly answered when something bright dropped down infront of you.

You were dazed for a brief moment until the familiarity of the bright light hit you.

The energy around Carol was far stronger than it was the last couple of times you had a demonstration. It was flowing over her entire body and although you couldn't see her face because her back was turned to you, the confidence and power she emitted was something you couldn't help but be in awe of.

The attackers backed away slightly however this seemingly wasn't enough for Carol. She shot her photon blasts faster than anyone could comprehend or get away from. Swirls of blue, yellow and red light was fired in every direction and it was over so quickly.

When Carol turned around to face you her powers were fading yet the soft glow around her made her look angelic, you would never admit that to her of course.

"You look like you need some help." The blonde smiled knowingly down to you.

"I'm perfectly fine on my own." You defied stubbornly.

"On the floor?" She gave a smug grin as you huffed and got off of the floor. You patted the dust of your clothes and tried to assess your next move while you tried even harder to ignore the hero and the fact she may have just saved your life.

"You could say thank you." The smirk was still present in Carol's voice.

"Are they dead?" You asked, avoiding the statement like the bullets you had just encountered. You walked towards the nearest attacker with Carol close behind.

"Just knocked out." As she said that, the nearest man groaned and tried to sit up. "I guess not all of them." The man startled when he heard Carol's voice and sat bolt upright as he legs kicked out to try and back himself away, it didn't work very well.

"Can we go back to our convosation before you started shooting at me?" You asked as you stood over him.

"I don't know anything." He stammered as he looked between the two of you.

"You're awful defensive for someone who doesn't have anything to hide."

"I've noticed that with a lot of people." Carol added. You didn't object to her presence this time.

"I don't, I swear! We were just told that if anyone came looking for Daexire we had to kill them." The man explained with a pleading look.

You smiled at his answer and nodded slowly, taking a step away from the two and glancing around at the other attackers, non of which moved.

"You're happy with that?" Carol questioned as her brows furrowed. Confused by your apparent contentment.

"It's actually quite relieving to hear. It means I'm on the right track. I much prefer people trying to kill me over people misleading me." You explained as you started to wander away.

You had been in that situation before, it always happened with the biggest bounties who had a lot of people defending them. The misleading happened first, and then the paranoia kicked in and everyone was told to go into full defense. It also meant you were getting closer, but with Daexire you were sure you had a way to go before you could truly celebrate any progress.

"So you know where to go next?" You cringed slightly at that. It did help, but the next place you had in mind was one you never thought you would return to. You had wanted to put it off for longer, but seeing how defensive the people in that area had been made it the logical place to go.

You didn't answer Carol, knowing what she was going to suggest. She seemed to know what your silence meant.

"You know...you kind of owe me now." She said slowly. You turned to her sharply and met her searching gaze. You hated that she was right. You also hates being in people's debt. "And don't say you had it under control because we both know you didn't." You still stayed silent but avoided her gaze this time, pretending to survey your surroundings.

"We're on the same side, you know?" She said. There was no arrogant tone to her voice this time. No superiority. She spoke as though it was genuinely something she wanted you to understand. You did.

"I have rules." You stated, looking back at her. Carol smiled hopefully, it suited her. "You follow my lead when we're talking to people." Carol instantly opened her mouth to oppose but you stopped her by speaking louder. "I know these people, you don't. I know how they work, how they think. You can fight, Danvers, I'll give you that. I know that you're a superhero and all, but what we're doing now is bounty hunting. That's my world. It'll only work if you follow my lead." You explained to her as best you could. You needed her to understand that. Carol considered your words as she searched your face for...well you weren't entirely sure what she was looking. So you took a guess.

"I know I'm getting money out of this when it's done. But it's about more than that with Daexire, I know what he's done, what he'll continue to do. He needs to be stopped, and we can only stop him if this is done right. I'm not even going to attempt to boss you around, you're far too stubborn, just trust that I know this better."

She continued to look at you carefully until, you weren't sure you even wanted to hazard a guess as to know what she was thinking. Finally, Carol nodded tightly, you knew she was still unsure. It must have been a while since someone had asked that of her, you just hoped she would understand early on.

"Great." You released a breath you didn't know you had been holding and ran a hand through your hair as you stepped back.

"Do I at least get to fly your ship?" Carol asked as a mischievous twinkle emerged in her eyes. You rolled your eyes to stop the smile that threatened to form as you walked back to your ship.

"Don't push it, Danvers."

[mychemicalimagines]

Girl Almighty-Emmett Cullen-Chapter 4

Summary: When Bella Swan wrote her book about her life, she deleted two characters and put their significant others together. Jade Stanley, Jessica’s Identical Twin Sister, has been with Emmett Cullen for a year and a half before she even showed up. When Bella starts dating Edward, her life gets switched 180. Will she live by the end or will death do you part happen before they even get married?

Warnings: Cussing, Paranormal, Supernatural, Angst, Love, Bella-Bashing, Possible Smut

Words: 3940

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Emmett and I are standing in the parking lot of the school. Today Mr. Molina is having his junior classes go on a field trip to a Community College Greenhouse nearby. I didn’t want to go but my mom already signed Jessica and my permission slips. Emmett is skipping his first class of the day to spend a few more minutes with me since he won’t see me all day.

I play with his hand as he tells me about his fight with Ian yesterday. It wasn’t an actual fight. Emmett was winning at some video game they were playing when Ian smacked the controller out of his hand...breaking it. 

“Esme was so…” Emmett pauses and raises an eyebrow.

“What?” I whisper.

“Bella just got asked to prom by Mike Newton.” He whispers with a small smirk.

I giggle and shake my head. “Of course she did.”

“Apparently, she’s going on a trip to Jacksonville. Non-refundable ticket.” He continues.

I roll my eyes. “Such a liar.” 

“She told him to ask Jessica.” 

“Oh, thank God.” I sigh, happily. “Hopefully he will. I’m tired of hearing about him so much.”

“Alright, come on everyone! I need your slips and you need to get on a bus!” Mr. Molina calls out.

I sigh and look up at Emmett. He smirks slightly and cups my neck, leaning down toward me. I lean up on my tip toes to meet him in the middle. The kiss would have lasted longer if my sister didn’t call for me.

“Jade, come on! I’m saving you a seat!” 

I pull away and sigh. “I’ll see you after?”

“I’ll be waiting.” He kisses my forehead before patting my hip.

I shake my head and walk away from him, feeling my cheeks getting warm. I hand Mr. Molina my permission slip before getting on the bus. I see my sister in the back so I walk down the aisle toward her. I sit in the seat with her, us both knowing that Mike will sit with Eric. I’m not excited about this ride.

I watch as Mr. Molina is demonstrating the compost machine and I start laughing as Tyler gets yelled at for trying to drink the compost tea. I yelp as I’m pulled backward by the hood of my jacket. I lose my footing because of it and almost fall backward...until the person lets go of my hood and puts their COLD hands on my back, causing me to shiver.  

“What, Edward?” I ask, turning around, knowing it was him.

“Come with me.” 

He then grabs my wrist and pulls me forward so I’m walking ahead of the compost table, towards the rest of the kids. I pull on my wrist but he just tightens his grip. I clench my jaw at the small amount of pain. There’s going to be a bruise if he doesn’t snap my wrist first. Emmett is going to be pissed! He finally lets go of my arm when he slows his steps.

“What’s in Jacksonville?” I hear Edward ask from in front of me.

I raise an eyebrow and look around him to see Bella looking at some of the plants.

“How did you know about that?” She asks, glancing at him.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Edward tilts his head.

“You haven’t answered any of mine. You won’t even say hello.” She comments.

“Hello.” He smartly says.

“And how did you stop that van?” She finally turns around to look at him, not noticing me.

“Adrenaline rush. Very comment. Google it.” He shrugs, nonchalantly.

“Do I have to be here?” I ask, walking around him.

“Yes.” He says while Bella says, “No.”

“Great.” I turn around but he grabs my arm and pulls me back. 

Bella rolls her eyes and looks up at Edward. “Floridians. That’s what’s in Jacksonville.”

She turns around to storm off but she stumbles over the irrigation hose. Edward lets go of my arm to steady her and clenches his jaw. 

“It helps if you actually watch where you’re going.” He growls softly.

She shrugs him off her and starts walking while Edward and I follow, keeping her pace. 

“I know I’ve been rude, but it’s for the best.” He says.

Before she can comment, he turns and walks past me as my sister runs up. Him leaving causes me to be standing right next to her. 

“Guess who just asked me to prom!” She says excitedly, causing Bella to smile.

“Seriously?” I ask, squealing slightly.

She nods fast and I pull her in for a hug. “I’m so happy for you!”

She happily hugs back and giggles. 

“Thanks!” She pulls from the hug and looks at Bella as we all continue to walk. “I totally thought Mike was going to ask you, Bella. Is it gonna be weird?”

“No way.” Bella shakes her head. “Zero weirdness. You guys are great together.”

“I know, right?” Jessica says, smiling so wide her face might split in half. 

She then turns and runs toward Angela. Bella looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

“What?” I ask.

“Why are you…” She stops when Edward walks up behind us. 

“Bella, it would be better if we weren’t friends.” He says, looking down at her as we walk out of the greenhouse.

“Too bad you didn’t figure that out earlier.” She says, snapping slightly. “You could have let the van crush us and saved yourself all this regret.”

“You think I regret saving you?” He snaps, leaving me out of it.

“I know you do.” She says, stopping beside the bus. 

“You don’t know anything!” He says, furiously. 

“Edward…” I try to speak up but his head snaps toward me.

I bite my lip and look down, clenching my fists angrily, not wanting to start a fight. I suddenly feel super calm a few seconds before a hand rests on my lower back. I glance to my right to see Alice is standing beside me, meaning Jasper is standing behind us. The only reason he probably put his hand on my back was to let me know he was there. He doesn’t have to touch me for his powers to work.

Discreetly, I reach back and pat his hand, meaning thank you. He opens and closes his hand before removing it. Alice looks at Edward before she speaks. 

“The bus is leaving.” Alice then smiles softly at Bella. “Hi! Will you be riding with us?”

“No.” Edward shakes his head. “Our bus is full.” 

He then smacks the bus window and walks up the stairs when the door opens. Alice sighs and follows him up. Taking a step around me, Jasper looks at me. 

“Are you…”

Before he can finish, Bella grabs my arm and pulls me toward her bus. What’s with everyone pulling me places?! I glance back at Jasper with my bottom lip pushed out in a small pout. He smirks slightly before shrugging as if saying, ‘what can I do?’

I glare at him playfully before walking around the front of the bus to get on with Bella.

I get off the bus and glance around the parking lot for my vampire. He’s leaning against his Jeep, talking with Rosalie. I slip my bag over my shoulders and take off in his direction. When I get a few steps away, he quickly turns and catches me in his large arms as I jump lightly. I laugh and wrap my arms around his shoulders.

“I missed you.” He whispers in my ear, holding me close.

“I missed you! I was so bored.” I whine slightly.

He chuckles and kisses my cheek before putting me down. I put my hands on his chest when I get lowered causing Rosalie to raise an eyebrow.

“What happened to your wrist?” She points.

Looking down, I see my jacket had slipped up my arm a little. I roll my eyes and sigh.

“Edward.” I state.

“What did he do?” Emmett growls slightly.

He gently picks up my hand to take a look at the damage. I explain the whole story causing Emmett to shake his head.

“He needs to stop.” Ian speaks up. “Just because you’re hum...you’re you, doesn’t mean he can push and pull you around.”

“It’s getting on my damn nerves.” Emmett agrees. “His singer is Bella. He needs to leave you alone. I thought I told him to back off. Guess I’ll have to talk to him again.”

“I’ll join you.” Ian says, cracking his neck slightly. 

“Speaking of the devil, she’s coming over.” Rosalie whispers. 

I glance to the side to see Bella walking over toward us with a smile on her face. Stopping beside Emmett, she fixes her jacket slightly.

“Hey, Emmett. Can I talk to you privately?” She asks as sweetly as she can. 

“We’re out.” Ian says, wrapping an arm around Rosalie’s waist. 

They both glance at me before getting into Ian’s Chevy Camaro. Sighing, I look back at Bella as they pull out of the parking spot. She stares at me with a raised eyebrow.

“What?” I ask.

“I asked to talk to him privately.” She says as if it was so obvious.

“You’re point?” I ask with a blank face.

“Whatever you want to say to me, you can say to her.” Emmett says, slightly quoting himself from when we were at the hospital.

She shrugs slightly before looking at him again.

“Have you been working out?” She asks innocently, feeling his bicep.

“No?” He raises an eyebrow, removing his arm from her grasp.

“You look extra buff today.” She smiles softly, not caring about his movement.

“Thank you?” He says, glancing at me.

“Your hair also looks super soft today.” She reaches up to touch it.

He quickly moves his head out of the way as if her hand was on fire and steps backward with me still in his arms. 

“Don’t touch him. Just get to the point.” I say, wanting to go home.

“What are you doing this weekend?” She asks, ignoring me. 

“Jade and I are going to…” He starts.

“Nothing? Great. Um, I need help with my biology and I was wondering if you would tutor me?” She bites her lip. “Since you’ve already taken the class.”

“Did you hear him?” I move from his arms. “We’re going to…”

“I heard him. He said he wasn’t busy.” She looks at me.

“No, that’s what you wanted to hear.” I say, biting my cheek.

“Emmett, isn’t that what you said?” She looks back at him.

“No, Bella. It’s not.” He shakes his head, leaning against his Jeep again.

“Listen, Isabella, this sorry excuse for flirting you’re doing? It’s gonna stop.” I cross my arms.

“Or what?” She steps toward me, trying to seem tough.

“I’ll kick your ass. Emmett is my boyfriend, not yours.” 

“Really? It seems like you're dating Edward more than Emmett.” She smirks slightly. 

“Because Edward doesn’t want to be alone when he’s talking to your bitchy ass doesn’t mean shit. Leave Emmett alone, alright?” I say, not backing down.

“I can talk to whoever I want.” She shrugs.

“Except him.” I state. “You’re just trying to make Edward jealous. It’s not going to work.”

“I’m not trying to do anything.” She shakes her head.

“Yeah you are. He said it would be better if you weren’t friends, remember? So now you’re trying to hang around Emmett.” 

“I just thought he and I could be friends. He seems cool.” She tries to say.

“He is but you know nothing about him to come to that conclusion.” I watch her.

She stutters for a second. “I know he...umm…”

“Exactly. Now back up and go home before we have a confrontation.” I step toward her. “I don’t give a shit that your dad is the Chief of Police.”

“You wouldn’t hit me.” She says, shocked.

“I’d leave if I were you, Bella.” Emmett smirks. 

Bella’s eyes widen before looking at me again. “You’re a very controlling girlfriend.”

“I don’t care.” I shrug. “But it’s only when girls, like yourself, are throwing themselves at him. Especially ones that are trying to get into one of his brother's pants and try to be friends with him to get the chance.”

“I don’t want to get into Edward’s pants.” She says, offended.

“I didn’t say which brother this time, did I?” I smirk. “Go.”

She swallows her spit before turning around and walking to her car. I don’t move from my spot until I see her pull out of the parking lot. I look over my shoulder when I feel arms wrap around my waist.

“That was the hottest thing I have ever seen.” Emmett whispers in my ear.

I blush slightly with a smile and put my hands on his, which are laced at my stomach. 

“She needs to learn not to touch what’s mine.” I comment.

“I am yours. The world will know it one day.” He says, kissing the back of my head. “Come on. Ian texted saying he wanted to hang out with us while Alice and Rosalie do something.”

“Sounds good to me!” I turn around.

“Wait.” He says, stopping me from walking.

I look at him as he takes my arm again and inspects my wrist. He shakes his head before letting me go. He then loosens his Cullen Crest bracelet taking it off his wrist. I watch him as he slides it over my own and tightens it slightly, making sure it doesn’t fall off. It covers the whole bruise. Looking into my eyes, he begins to speak.

“I don’t want your mom to see it. She might kill me.”

“But Emm, this is your Cullen Crest. I can find…” He kisses my lips to stop me from talking.

I blush as we pull away and look at him.

“You are a part of this family too. You deserve one before we get married.” He smirks slightly before walking me around his Jeep.

“Are you…”

“Yes, I’m sure.” He chuckles. “Just get your sexy ass in the car.”

I roll my eyes playfully before listening to him for once.

I take a sip of my Capri Sun that Esme bought me before sitting down on the couch. Ian begins talking about different movies we can watch.

“Jade here doesn’t watch movies.” Emmett says, sitting down.

Ian’s head snaps toward me with an offended look on his face. 

“How can you not like movies? Not liking movies is not liking…” He thinks before pointing to Pip who is laying on the floor. “Not liking puppies.”

“It’s not that I don’t like them. I just get bored before I get to the end and turn them off.” I shrug. 

“Endings are the best part!” Ian throws his hands out as if it was obvious.

“They’re so predictable. The guy gets the girl. The kid sees dead people and Darth Vader is Luke’s father…” I start but Ian cuts me off.

“Oh, right like you just so happened to guess the biggest cinematic reveal in history?” Ian raises an eyebrow.

“Vader in German means father. His name is literally Darth Father.” I nod, taking another sip of my drink.

“Huh.” He bites his lip. “So, you know German. Now I know why you don’t like fun things.”

“I like Emmett.” I smirk. 

“Damn right she does.” Emmett chuckles, pulling me closer to him.

“I don’t need to know about your sexual escapades." Ian playfully shivers in disgust. 

“Remember that time you were telling me about Rose…”

I start but Ian jumps toward me and covers my mouth.

“Shhh….She doesn’t…”

“IAN! WHAT DID YOU TELL HER?” Rosalie yells from upstairs. “Get your ass upstairs!”

Ian drops his head in defeat causing me to laugh.

“I hate you.” Ian teases slightly before rushing upstairs.

“Anyway!” I giggle and look at Emmett. “So my sister and our friends want to go to La Push tomorrow. I told them I’d go since I haven’t hung out with them in a while. That okay?”

I know I don’t have to ask his permission but it’s still polite to ask since he can’t come. After a few second pause, he nods. 

“Sure baby. Just...Be careful.” 

“I know you can’t go there so you’re going to have to find something to do without me.” I tease.

“Oh no! Whatever shall I do without my girlfriend?” He says in a mono-tone voice, putting his hand on his chest.

“I don’t know.” I shrug. “Die?”

“Probably.” He laughs. “At least I’ll have Pipsqueak.”

“Who said I was leaving him with you?” I raise an eyebrow playfully.

“Me. I need some part of you to keep me occupied.” He pats his lap, causing Pip to jump up and run over.

I shake my head, giggling. “He likes you more than he likes me.”

“Nah, I’m just the cool dad.” He picks him up.

“Dad, huh?”

“Yep and you’re his mom.” He smiles, kissing my cheek.

I blush and pet Pip whose tail wags happily.

It’s the next day and it’s freezing outside. I tried to get my sister and the others to reschedule but they really wanted to go today. I finish helping my sister get into her surfing suit before walking back over to Bella and Angela who are trying to stay warm inside of the van. Bella has on a heavy jacket while sharing a blanket with Angela. 

“I keep thinking Eric’s going to ask me to prom, then he just...doesn’t.” Angela says, holding her camera close to her chest.

“You could ask him.” Bella says, causing Angela to shake her head. “Take control. You’re a strong independent woman.”

“I am?” She asks, softly.

“For once, I agree with Bella. You are.” I nod, stopping to lean next to the passenger door.

“Bella!” We hear.

I look over my shoulder to see three Quileute boys approaching. Bella smiles widely at one of them as he leans against the van next to her. The other two stand beside me, watching their friend. The one closest to me has shoulder length hair while the other one’s hair is longer than mine. 

“Guys, this is Jacob Black.” She introduces us before looking at him again. “Are you stalking me?”

“You’re on my rez, remember?” Jacob chuckles. “You surfing?”

“Definitely not.” She shakes her head.

My sister walks over and grabs something from the van with a smirk. 

“Keep her company. Her date bailed.” She teases.

“Woah...There’s two of you.” The one closest to me glances at me then at Jessica.

“Twins.” Jessica and I say at the same time, causing us to laugh.

Before he can speak again, Eric pops up out of nowhere.

“What date?”

“She invited Edward.” My sister teases.

“To be polite.” Bella shrugs, embarrassed.

I roll my eyes. Since I threatened her yesterday, she went back to bothering Edward.

“I think it’s nice she invited him. No one ever does.” Angela shrugs. “Even with Jade dating Emmett, they don’t ever hang out with us.”

“Because the Cullen’s are freaks.” Mike says, walking up.

My head snaps toward him causing him to back up.

“Sorry.” He swallows deeply. “Forgot you were here.”

“He’s right.” The boy farther away from me speaks up.

“You know them?” Bella asks.

“The Cullens don’t come here.” He says sharply.

“That doesn’t make them freaks.” I say, turning toward him.

“They are, though. They don’t ever hang out with anyone besides each other and you.” Mike shrugs, sticking up for the boy.

“You don’t hang out with anyone but us, does that make you a freak, Michael?” I say, stepping toward him.

“No but…”

“Then leave the Cullen’s name out of your mouth.” I snap, causing the boy next to me to wrap an arm around my waist.

He pulls me a few feet away from the group. 

“Come on, let’s take a walk.” He whispers.

I let the boy pull me away but my glare doesn’t leave Mike until he looks away. I turn around and follow the boy down the beach for a few minutes. We both don’t know what to say. We’re walking in silence until he breaks it.

“I’m Embry, by the way.” He says, glancing at me. “I’m guessing you’re Jade?”

“I am. How could you tell?” I joke slightly.

“Well, they said Jade was dating a Cullen then you stuck up for them so…” He trails off.

I nod at his words. “That’s me.” 

“You been dating him long?” He asks, stepping over a log before putting his hand out to me.

“Almost two years.” I say, taking his hand to step over the log as well.

“Gotcha.” He nods, letting my hand go. 

“Who was that kid anyway?” I ask, putting my hands back in my pockets. 

“That was Sam.” He informs me. “We have legends in our tribe and he takes them way too seriously.” 

“Legends? What are they?” I raise an eyebrow.

“It’s just an old story Jacob’s dad tells everyone.” He shrugs. “Our tribe apparently descends from wolves.”

“Like ‘Full Moon Wolves’?” I ask.

“No.” He chuckles. “‘Shift at any time wolves’.”

“Oh. Gotcha.” I nod.

“The legend about the Cullens are...Well apparently they descend from this ‘enemy clan’ but they claimed to be different so we made a treaty with them.” He explains.

“But they just moved here.” 

“Or just moved back.” Embry teases me. 

I roll my eyes and giggle slightly. Fuck! Jacob is probably telling Bella the same story and I’m guessing from the way he was looking at her before...He’ll tell her everything she wants to know.

“And the treaty?” I continue the conversation as we walk.

“If they promised to stay off Quileute lands, we wouldn’t expose what they really were to the…” He gestures to me. “Pale-faces.”

I roll my eyes. “And Sam really believes this?”

He chuckles and nods. “Yeah. Almost everyone in our tribe does.”

“What a way to spread rumors.” I shake my head, stopping my footsteps. “Come on. Let’s get back before they think we ran away.”

Later that night, I’m sitting in the Cullen’s living room after revealing what Embry told me.

“And he just told you all of this?” Ian asks, raising an eyebrow.

I nod. “A kid named Sam was saying how you guys are freaks and don’t come onto their lands. So Embry told me the reason behind it…”

Carlisle sighs and nods. “It’s true…”

“Wait, Carlisle, we can’t tell her.” Esme says, speaking up. 

“He already told her the legends, sweetheart. It’s different now.” Carlisle says before looking at me again. “We made a treaty with Ephraim Black that if we stick to being vegetarians and never harm a human or step on their lands, they will leave us alone.”

I nod at his words. “Wait, you said Black?”

“Yes.” He nods.

“That’s Jacob’s last name...The one that went on a walk with Bella. He was probably telling her the same story.” I glance around at everyone.

“Which means she’ll find out about us a lot sooner than we thought.” Emmett says, turning to look at his adopted father. 

“Alice.” Carlisle turns to her. 

She looks to the side and her eyes get a little glossy. “She didn’t find out from him. But she’s going to try another way. She just hasn’t picked it yet.”

“Great!” Rosalie snaps. “Just what we need. Bella snooping into our business even more.”

“There’s nothing we can do now...but wait…” Carlisle sighs.

Emmett and I glance at each other with straight faces. What are we going to do now?

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Check Up

[Doctor!Erik “Killmonger” Stevens x Reader]

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: A light filth

A/N:  I was in the Vagina Monologues at my college and there’s one skit/story about a vagina workshop that inspired this one.  Enjoy

Your leg bounces up and down anxiously as you sit waiting for your name to be called.  You made sure to arrive extra early to account for a crowd or forms to fill out asking all the standard, invasive questions that any health facility is required to know.  This visit was particularly nerve wrecking considering your friend’s referral to come.  

One night during a girls hangout, wine and tea was spilled while discussing your personal lives.  Your one friend from high school griped about how yet another Tinder date didn’t live up to their profile and couldn’t hold his own in the bedroom later to add insult to injury.  Your other friend from college  was a little more mum about her escapades and turned out it was for a reason you weren’t expecting.

“We decided to open up our marriage.”  She says.  

You both gasp involuntarily before bargaining for more information.

“Are you guys not happy?  Whose idea was it?  It’s only been three years!”  You exclaim.

She sniffs her wine glass while taking a deep breath.  “All valid questions and comments  but it was my idea.  In a small way, I’ve always been polyamorous.”

“I thought you were just a cheater but…”  Your high school friend mutters.

“Get outta here!  Those were misunderstandings of love.  I enjoy the company of every partner I come across but I haven���t found the one that could be my anchor as I continue to love freely.”

“So he is really ok with this?  With other men?”  You ask as slow as possible to get your point across.

“Yup!  Luckily he is not gross to think one sex is ok over another.  It’s all the same whether I liked men or women but my heart is his always.  And honestly, it’s been hot ever since we just talked about it.  Like we just got a jump start!”  

“Hell, I need a jump start.  I wish I could make an appointment to my vagina workshop but I ain’t had the time.”

“The hell is that?”  You whip around to your high school friend intrigued.

“It’s got some official title, but at the clinic on Grand, they have some workshop that teaches you how your vagina works and the BEST thing of all, how to achieve orgasm.  Now when I went there some lady just told me where to find and touch and how to relax but I heard some big fella up there now is helping out and chile, if he was there when I went, my next stop woulda been the OB!”

Your college friend fans herself.  “So wait wait wait.  A fine man doctor teaching me how my pussy works?  Why haven’t you told us before?!”

“I said he wasn’t there when I was!  Plus this was before I was told you married with an asterisk.  Emphasis on the risk.”

“On Grand you say?”  You pull out your phone to Google.

“Mhm, that’s right.  Cuz if anybody needs it, it’s you.  How long has it been since you even went out with somebody?  I have tried to set you up, make a dating profile for you, wingwoman a guy at the bar, with no results!”

You shrug.  “Sounds like your problem.  But ummmm listen.  I do wanna check this out, but no way am I letting a stranger touch me like that.  I just want pointers-”

“And a story to tell us afterwards, ok?!”  College friend cackles along with high school friend.  You roll your eyes looking over the website, praying they take your insurance.  No mention of a fine ass doctor but hopefully fate worked in your favor.

Which brings you to where you are today: in a lobby with about 4-5 women looking at their phones or a magazine preparing for their treatments.  

“Come on back!”  The joyful nurse says, holding the door open for you.  You snap back to reality as the white walls are almost blinding against the lighting as you are led to a room with a 4 above the door.

“You can have a seat while I get you settled.”  

You sit on the examination table as she signs on to her computer and asks you general questions.  What brings you here?  When was your last cycle?  Have you had issues with this?  Pain during that?

“I’m really just here for informational purposes more than anything.  I would like to know more about myself but I haven’t had problems.”

“Ok.  And when was your last sexual experience?”  She asks as she types.

“Including myself or…”  You ask.

“Not including yourself.”  She says with a reassuring smile.  

You think and start to feel hot with embarrassment.  “It’s definitely been over a year…”  Or five more like it.

“Ok, that’s fine.  And have you had issues achieving orgasm with a partner or by yourself?”

You mull it over.  “Not...necessarily.  It has been a while since I could lately, but I have been busy with work too, so…” 

“Ok, that is up to you to bring it up with Doctor Stevens when he sees you.  But that is the end of my questions so at this time we have a gown over there if you would like to disrobe.  We offer an examination or a self examination if you so choose.  Unless you request otherwise, it will be mainly superficial and informational so don’t expect a pelvic exam or anything like that, ok?”

You nod, thanking her as she steps out, closing the door behind her.  The room felt more cold and quiet now that you are alone, but you waste no time in getting undressed.  Your worst nightmare is to take your time and accidentally be walked in on.  

The gown is clean but lacks in softness, plus your ass was hanging out  no matter how tight you tied the strings around you.  The paper separating your skin from the exam seat crinkles loudly as you fidget, looking over the posters of the female reproductive system and molds of various vaginas.

One catches your eye that is see through, showing the depth of the canal.  You can’t help but get your phone out and take a picture.  You text it to the group chat and start to search for a good meme reaction when a rapid knock startles you.

“Good afternoon, Ms.- OH!”  

The deep voice behind you makes you drop your phone and it is not until you bend over to pick it up that you realize your ass is not covered in that gown.  You spin around, backing up to the wall to pick it up.

“Sorry!  I didn’t mean to barge in like that.”  He says, face covered by a clipboard.

You put your phone in your bag and tiptoe back onto the table, cursing yourself out for embarrassing yourself.

“It’s fine, really it was all me.  I shoulda stayed my ass seated.”

He pulls down the clipboard, giving a meek smile.  “Frankly, it’s not the first time it happened.  Shame on me.”  

You feel your breath leave your body a split second when you finally see the man that got your friends so ready to come back.  He did not look like the type to even be interested in medical school, but you thank God prejudices are not facts.  He was the most beautiful doctor you had ever been seen by and so modern looking, with his short locs bound in a mini ponytail to the back of his head, and the sides shaved.  His eyes were so youthful they made you feel silly to stare and despite his small smile, his dimples announced themselves proudly.

“Well, isn’t it, ‘fool me twice, shame on you?’”  You respond, pulling your gown down and sitting up straighter.

This made him smile wider, and you thanked God generously.  “I never blame a patient.  It might be a HIPAA thing, but I might be making that up too.”

He pulls up a stool and sits down, checking over the notes on the clipboard.  “Now, as I started to say...what brings you in?”

Your mouth began to feel dry.  This was easier to discuss before, but you really don’t want to go deep into your personal life with him now.  “I just...uh, wanted information on the body.  You know, the female parts and what I may not know.”

He nods, looking back to you.  “It says you have had trouble achieving orgasm lately?”

“WOW!  I did not-”

“It’s ok!”  he says, graciously interrupting.  “That’s what a lot of people are here for.  You aren’t alone.”

You cover your face.  “This is embarrassing, why did I even come here.”

“Look, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.  I won’t ask you or bring up anything you don’t want to discuss.  But I am here to help, so let’s make the most of our time here.”

You look at him again, seeing the sincerity on his face.  A face like his can’t be completely trusted around any hot blooded woman but he is a doctor.

“Let’s start from the basics.”  Dr. Stevens pulls one of the example molds from the counter and places it in front of him, facing you.  

“Now a lot of people call all of this the vagina, but in actuality it is called the vulva.  That includes the labia minora, labia majora, urethra and clitoris.  Only when discussing your vaginal opening and inward, is it actually the vagina.”

“Ohhh, really?”  You ask, leaning in for a closer look.  He nods, smiling at your perceived interest.  “Now where is the urethra on here…”

He points to a tiny hole that you couldn’t have found with the CIA on your side.  

“I figured it was somewhere there, but you know I didn’t know there were three holes until an episode of Oprah told me when I was a teenager?”

“I have heard that before.  It’s unfortunate how many women don’t know about their own bodies when they own them, right?  But curriculums aren’t set up to teach it without thinking they are sexualizing things to kids.”

“But it’s not!  It’s their bodies, they have those things so they should know!”

He raises a hand up to you and you smack it without thinking.  The loud clap between you both sends a shock beneath you.  The doctor’s charm was bringing you out of your shell little by little.

“Right.  The best way of learning is demonstrative.  They gotta see what you’re talking about to get it.  Now I’m going to bring back what we spoke about earlier…”  He points to a higher area of the vulva.  “On here, the clitoris is here.  It’s fairly easy to spot, it’s not hidden and that’s just to make it easier for a teacher to show.  But not everyone is like this.”

“I know where mine is, so that’s fine.” 

“However…”  

You roll your eyes.  “Sure, it’s like your little paper says.  I can’t always get what I want from it.”

Dr. Stevens nods understandingly.  “Ok, that’s common.  Now one offer we have is an examination.  I won’t have to do anything but observe.”  

He stands up to reach underneath the side of the exam chair you’re sitting on to pull out a mirror on an extendable arm.  “You would just view yourself here and if you have questions along the way, I’ll answer them.”

You puff your cheeks to get rid of nerves, sitting back slightly as the paper crinkles and crackles.  

“I’ve been examined before.  Not my first rodeo, so let's do this.”   

A part of you couldn’t help but feel curious about what he may have to say about your parts as you hike your gown up.  He pulls out two mini stirrups to rest your feet on as you spread your legs apart.  Dr. Stevens stands next to you, adjusting the mirror to get the best visual of your vulva for you.

“Huh.”  You say.

“What’s up?”   He asks.

“Mine looks nothing like the diagram.”  You take your hand to pull apart your lips some. 

“What do you notice is different?”  He asks.

“A lot,” you say with a tone of defeat.  Why does every vagina depict this pink flower with symmetrical lips that barely overflow and a ready clitoris that probably distracts if you had to ride a bike.

Dr. Stevens stands beside you, hands behind his back, peering politely from you to the mirror reflection.  “What specifically?”

You exhale deeply.  “Right out the gate, the color is nothing like the rappers be talking about.  Pink pussy this and that.  It looks kind of like if you had grape bubblicious and once the flavor is gone and you toss it?  Yeah….”  You pull your inner lips to the side with your middle and ring finger.  “And my urethra is there huh?”

He nods, adjusting the mirror for shared benefit.  “Exactly right in the middle.  It’s kind of small so not surprising that you wouldn’t notice.”

“Interesting.”  You feel a sense of discovery within you as you actually learn a thing or two from this exercise.  Looking back at the model vagina on the counter, you think of a new question.

“Ok, so the clitoris right?  Why is it so difficult for me to get to it?”

Dr. Stevens crosses his arms.  “Well, you might be affected by the clitoral hood.  It helps to protect it but can be bothersome during arousal.  So depending on what position you are in, it may take some maneuvering.  Try moving it back now; take two fingers on either side and pull back.”

You do as instructed, feeling a sensation hit your exposed skin until you see the little pearl looking button that must be it.  Your finger grazes it, making your legs jerk unexpectedly.

“Whoa, ok, haha.  That’s it.”  You laugh sheepishly, pulling your legs closer together.

He places a hand on your back encouragingly.  “That’s ok!  Honestly, it's best to make sure you also have feeling.  Don’t be shy to try.”

You open your knees again and gently feel around for your clitoris again.  You can tell you’re close but the feeling is not as intense.  Embarrassment starts to affect you as you notice your concentrated expression is not at all sexy and what woman doesn’t know where to stimulate themselves.

Dr. Stevens notices the trouble, stepping away from you to get a pair of gloves, latex popping against his skin.

“It looks like you are rubbing yourself through your clitoral hood, which can be fine but I think for what issue you’re having, you would want as much surface area pleasure as possible.  Now I could show you, but that’s up to you.”

Your body tenses up at the question he was asking.  Seeing as he has gloves on, you don’t suspect he meant to show you on the model vagina.  But that’s why you’re here, right?  To get help and also to be touched by a smart, handsome, kind gentleman that you never met in a backroom: just the normal human experience.

“Uh...well, it would certainly make it easier.  Sure.”  You say, moving your hand back to grip the exam seat as you sat like you were in the final stages of giving birth.  You repeat in your mind that he is a medical professional that means no harm and any gynecological exam gets awkward sometimes and he has also seen thousands, so yours won’t get him any more rattled than the next one.  

You watch as he nods to you, confirming he received your consent.  He rests one hand on your knee and the other reaches toward your now throbbing lips.  Time seems to move slow until he finally makes contact, giving you a jolt again.

“Sorry.  I know it’s different with a foreign hand but let me know if it’s uncomfortable.”  He says kindly.

You take a deep breath and drink in his comforting words.  “All good!  X marks the spot, right?”

You feel his fingers slide along your inner lips, giving them an occasional gentle pull that curls your toes.  “Now, your labia minora doesn’t look like the model because the model is the depiction of a white woman’s genitalia.  More often, Black people won’t have that high pink color that is praised as you said.  But it does not make you abnormal or less desirable.”

“No?’  You ask quietly, relaxing under his touch once again.  The medical terminology is a good distraction from what is happening, so you try concentrating on that instead of your growing arousal.  

He smirks, revealing those dimples that caught your eye again.  “Not at all.  So don’t listen to anything otherwise.  You look perfect.”  He looks at you as he says this, pulling and stroking at your lips slowly you can’t help the arousal building between you, breaking eye contact as soon as possible to study the mirror.  

But that only makes you hotter to see him touch you as you gasp out,  “Well that’s good news!”  

He looks back down at your vulva again.  “Now I am doing this one handed, which may not be comfortable when you attempt, but it’s easiest for me since my fingers are thick and nimble.”

“Hey, practice makes perfect...I mean, not like you have played with a lot of vagina before.  Not played but examined...which I guess if you’re good at it, you would have played with many vaginas then, right?”

Dr. Stevens gives you a confused look before breaking into a chuckle.  “Not ‘played’.  I don’t play with anything.  I work.”

 And I am glad you clocked in, you thought.

“But as I was saying, the clitoral hood can be pulled back like so…” 

You feel it before you can see it.  His thick fingers fan your lips out so much easier than your own hands, you gasp audibly before covering it with a cough.

“Uh huh, go on.”  You croak.

He appears to barely notice as he studies the reflection of your clit in the mirror, pressing his middle finger right on the peak.

“And that makes for a more accessible area in which you can arouse yourself, like so.”  

He slowly circles your clit over and over again, much longer than you expected for an examination.  Are you supposed to say stop, you’re unsure.  Can he sue you for cumming on his hand?  You feel your thighs beginning to buckle and attempt to close them but his grip on your knee was stronger than you noticed at first.  Once his middle finger plunged inside of you, there is no going back.  You can’t control the small mewling sounds you make as he touches you.

“You have a good amount of lubrication produced as well.”  He says matter of factly, spreading your wetness along your lips.  He bites down on his lower lip as he rubs your vulva.

“No shit!  I mean…”  You slip up, getting too comfortable but he pats your knee, flashing that winning smile.

“It’s ok, just remain relaxed, you’re almost done.  But yeah, long as you keep the hood pulled back like so and set a rhythm, you should have a pleasurable experience going forward.  If not, come back to me”

“I’ll cum alright,” you moan as your head falls back as you bring your hips forward, rocking against his hand for more friction.   This naughty spirit enveloped you.  If he ever said to stop, your train would’ve derailed, but he never did.  His accommodations to your reactions sent you further down a path to unrighteous glee.

He penetrates you with two fingers, while running this thumb along your clit in tandem with the strokes.  “Is that better?”  He asks, stroking you faster.

You nod, throwing caution to the wind as you grab hold of his wrist, writhing against his finger before your body decides it has had enough.  You felt like how chocolate tastes: lush, sweet, a jolt of energy with a smidge of guilt but unwilling to put it down.

Erik holds you close with his freehand.  “That’s good, ride it out and hold on to me.  I feel you tightening, you’re just about there, aren’t you?”

“Mhm!”  you dig your face into his chest, breathing erratically as your climax approaches.  It mattered that it was him doing it.  How you got so lucky was a question you weren’t willing to confront because it just felt so good, why even think.

“Let that pretty pussy sing, you got it.”  The release you feel wash over you makes you feel like world peace started and ended in your pussy and you screamed for joy.  You lean back on your elbows as he rests his hand still against your mound, your walls pulse in the afterglow.  

“That’s better, right?  Luckily I see you have a fully functioning muscle down there.”  He says before going to take off his gloves.

You shakily pull your gown down and begin to sit up.  “I hope so cuz if that is what sick feels like, I don’t wanna recover.”

He snickers at your comment, writing something down on some paper, tearing off a piece, folding it to give to you.

“Now, this is something in case arousal doesn’t always come to you easily.  That’s a prescription that can get the job done naturally and quickly.  Take that home with you and you can order it any time you feel it may be necessary.”

You nod, getting up to put it in your pocket.  “Thanks.  You know my friends recommended I come here and I can’t say I am upset.”

Erik holds his clipboard in front of him, holding out a hand to you.  “I’m glad you came.”

You shook it and as he left, you got dressed and drove home feeling lighter than air.  You started to call your friends about it but figured you might start at the pharmacy just to see what he prescribed.  If men can have a ‘get freaky’ pill, why not you.  You dug out the prescription from your pocket and your mouth dropped when you read it.

Erik 555-0123, use as recommended.

Part 2

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[cordonian-literature]

The Aftermath - Ch. 18

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SUMMARY: Drake gets a chance to talk with Riley, while Olivia and Hana begin their journey to Ramsford

Word Count: ~2.6k 

Warnings: Mention of character death

*All characters belong to Pixelberry, except those that are unique to my story (I’ve also used some characters and fictional instances from Donna Tartt’s “The Goldfinch”)*

A/N, 9/6/20: you don’t have to read this, but just as a heads up, i’ll probably be updating a bit less since school’s starting. i know i should have posted this notice last week.. but oops. anyways just wanna say thank you all for the likes, reblogs, and comments, it means the world to me. also my bad for not having replied to people recently

Catch up here

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- Drake - 

After everyone had breakfast, the rest of the morning revolved around teaching Gabriel and Eleanor about Cordonian history, diplomacy, and courtly etiquette. Drake, Maxwell, Savannah, and Bartie helped the children in their lessons, while Rowan tagged along.

Liam had told Drake that him and Bertrand would be planning out announcements and a press conference, but also changing Gabriel’s name from Blaise to Rys. Liam was unsure whether it would be alright with Riley if he changed Eleanor’s last name, too, but he told Drake that he would rather leave Riley to herself for the time being.

Gabriel and Eleanor were fast learners. Near lunch, out of the eleven topics that were covered, they mastered almost all of them — except Gabriel fell a little behind on learning the Cordonian Waltz, and Eleanor was having a difficult time remembering her fork placement. 

When Maxwell announced their achievements to Bertrand, he said not to get too enthusiastic, considering that it was easy to forget everything they learned. Liam on the other hand, was beaming, and during lunch quizzed Eleanor until she could put down forks and figure them out with her eyes closed (Liam didn’t let her practice that though). 

After their plates were removed, Liam retreated into the ballroom with the children, focused on helping Gabriel master the waltz, and teaching them some other dances.

Eleanor picked up each dance quickly, and when she noticed her brother was falling behind, stopped following Liam and helped Gabriel. 

“Wait wait wait!” she would occasionally exclaim when they were in the middle of a dance. They were each other’s partners, while Liam and Maxwell would guide them from the sidelines. Both children stared at their feet, and when Eleanor noticed that her brother’s foot placement was off, she would halt. 

“You have to put your foot like this,” she would say while repositioning her brother’s feet. “If you do it the other way you’re going to fall!” 

“No, I won’t!” Gabe defended himself. 

Eleanor stood up straight, squinting at her brother with a partly mischievous, partly evil look in her eyes. “Fine.” she whispered suspiciously. “Then do it the way you were doing.” 

They reposition themselves and go through the dance again, Gabriel half a beat behind. When they get to the part where Eleanor corrected him, Gabriel falls sideways. 

“Told you so,” Eleanor says, giggling. 

Liam helps Gabriel back onto his feet, then Maxwell demonstrates the dance again while both children watch. 

Drake’s phone vibrates in his pocket. He leaves the ballroom to check it, wondering who would text him, when he sees that it’s a message from Jessica:

i miss you

Drake thinks, I don’t miss you, and is suddenly shocked with himself. Almost a month ago he was ready to marry this woman, but he hadn’t even thought about her this past week. He suddenly feels guilty, but then a little confused when he tries to remember the last time they talked. If she really missed him, shouldn’t she have contacted him sooner? 

Drake turns back to the ballroom to see Liam and Maxwell applauding Gabriel and Eleanor. Sensing that there was nothing they needed his help with, Drake begins to make his way to his room, deciding that it was best to call Jessica. 

On his way down the hall, he passes by an open door and suddenly hears someone call out his name. He slowly backs up to peer into the room, and finds Riley sitting on her bed. “What are you up to, Drake?” she asks.

“Oh, I was...” Drake trails off, looking down at his phone, wondering if he should go call Jessica, or take a seat with Riley.

He begins walking towards her. Motioning towards her cast he asks, “Does it still hurt?” 

She looks down at it inquisitively and states, “Not really. Liam told me that a doctor would come to check in before dinner. Hopefully they’ll let me know when I can take it off.” 

Noticing a chair in front of the vanity table, he pulls it next to her bed and takes a seat. Before either of them can say anything else, Drake’s phone vibrates again with another text from Jessica: 

babe? call me when you get the chance

“Who is that?” Riley asks, leaning towards the phone. 

“It’s, uh...” For a moment, Drake doesn’t know whether to announce to Riley that he had a girlfriend. He didn’t expect that having Riley back in his life would bring back the feelings he had for her as well. Because of those confusing emotions, Drake was unsure what to do with Jessica.  

Of course he wanted to be honest with Riley, but telling her that he was already in a relationship would close any opportunity that they had. 

What am I thinking? She’s got a kid with Liam. That door is already closed. There’s no point in keeping it from her. 

“It’s just Jessica,” Drake finally tells her. He scratches the back of his neck before continuing, “We have... a history.” 

“Really?” Riley smiles, playfully smacking his shoulder. “And here I was thinking that Drake Walker could never let anybody into his heart!” 

Drake chuckles, but thinks to himself, Is there a chance she doesn’t remember when I told her I cared about her? It was ten years ago... maybe she remembers it differently.

After a few moments of silence, during which Riley stares at Drake, waiting for him to say something else, Drake cocks his head towards the door and says, “Eleanor’s doing great learning the Cordonian Waltz. Liam’s walking them through the Viennese Waltz right now.”

“Ella’s always loved music and dancing,” Riley states. She looks straight ahead, lost in thought. “When she was a baby and would get really fussy, we’d just put on some music and she’d calm down. She would always sway like she was dancing.” She turns back to Drake and continues, “Theo was the one who decided to sign her up for ballet. She was only five when he said we could put her on Broadway, but I didn’t want to put her in the spotlight.” 

Well, with Liam back in your life, they’re not going to be kept away from the spotlight for much longer, Drake thinks to himself.

He clears his throat and says, “So what’s up with this Theo guy? How’d you end up married to him?” 

Riley’s face falls, and she stares down into her lap. “We thought it would be temporary. I wanted to come back before it was time to have Gabe, but Theo said that it wasn’t safe in Cordonia.” 

“What happened after you had Gabe?” 

“It’s all just... a blur.” Her eyebrows furrow, and Drake notices a confusion in her eyes. He thinks it could also be a sort of sadness, but he doesn’t want to assume. “I couldn’t just bring a baby to another country and go up to Liam and say, ‘Hey, this is your son!’ I cut ties with everyone, so there was no way to get in contact. I couldn’t go and announce it publically, either. I just got out of a scandal. I didn’t want to jump right into another one. And I was just... so tired. And mad at Liam. I can’t even remember why I was mad at him, but the feeling is still there.” 

Drake expects her to keep talking, but she doesn’t lift her head, and there’s a dark shadow over her face. She finally notices him staring at her, and Riley picks up her head with a smile.

“So,” she starts again. “Tell me about Jessica!” 

Drake laughs, running a hand along the back of his neck. “A while after you left... I started going to this bar in the capital, just to have some time to myself. I just wanted to get away from the court permanently... but I couldn’t. Y’know, because of Liam. I couldn’t leave him alone.” 

Drake takes a moment to look up at Riley. She’s no longer smiling. 

“Anyway. I met a couple of guys, we became friends, they invited me to this party. Jessica was there and we hit it off. We actually were just friends in the beginning, bumping into each other at the bar sometimes. Then it was sort of like a friends with benefits thing, but when Savannah started asking me about it, she commented that we were practically dating. After a while I decided to officially ask her to—” he takes a moment to scan Riley’s expression. “—To, uh, be my girlfriend. We’ve been together since.” 

Riley nods her head, trying to keep back a wide smile. “That is... a very simple and uncomplicated love life, Drake Walker. I’m happy you’ve found someone.”

Drake wanted to say something, but decided that there was a better time to talk to her about everything. He knew that she was in a weird position with Liam, and didn’t want to stress her.

“Exactly how long have you been with Jessica?” Riley continues to ask, her eyebrows raised. 

“About... six years,” Drake answers.

“And...” Riley shakes her head, a curious look on her face. “You haven’t put a ring on it yet?” 

Drake lets out a laugh and leans back in his seat. “Y’know, Liam said the same thing.” 

She nods, but then a shadow falls over her face. 

“Are things any better between you guys?” Drake asks. He knew that they were both having a difficult time, and it wasn’t really his business, but if there was anything he could do to help them, he would.

“We talked last night,” she states.

“And?” 

“We decided that we have to talk more.” Riley chuckles, but the melancholy look on her face doesn’t lift.

Drake leans forward to put a hand on her knee. He was slightly confused at the reserve in her voice. “Do you want to talk to him?” 

“Of course I do, Drake,” she states. When she turns to look at him, her eyes are moist. “I’ve wanted to talk to him for the past ten years! But now, I...”

“What?” 

“I don’t know if I can.” Silence stretches between them. Drake respectfully doesn’t ask her to continue; he wasn’t going to force her to talk about it until she was ready.

Finally, she speaks up again. “Sometimes I had wished that he would forget about me. So I wouldn’t have to confront him. So I wouldn’t have to tell Gabe the truth.” Riley pauses for another few moments. “I talked to Theo about changing Gabe’s name to Rys a couple of years ago. I thought it would be a way for me to tell him everything, and it would be a way for both of us to get back to Liam. That never happened, though.” 

“Why not?” Drake questions.

“Because even though I knew that there were so many things Gabe deserved through birthright... I... still hoped that Liam would have forgotten about me. I didn’t want to go back to all the pain... and I believed that if he forgot, there was no chance at him ever being angry at me for keeping Gabriel from him.” Her voice falters, and she stops talking. 

“Brooks, you know Liam could never forget about you, right?” 

She squints, and Drake thinks that she’s about to say something about his statement, but instead she just breathes, “Yeah.”

Minutes drag by, and neither of them speak again. Drake notices Riley thoroughly zoned out. He didn’t want to interrupt her thoughts, but he also didn’t want to leave her alone. 

Drake forces himself to stand, than gives Riley a pat on the shoulder. “I’ll let you rest,” he says. They smile at one another, and he leaves the room.

- Olivia - 

“‘His Majesty, King Liam, announces the return of his ten-year-old son to Cordonia,’” Olivia reads out loud to Hana. They were in a limo again, on their way to Ramsford after Liam’s request a few hours ago. He had also told them to keep a lookout in the news. Just a few moments before, Jacob had sent Olivia a link to an article titled Cordonia’s Heir Will Be Anointed — Ten Years Late?

Olivia continues reading, “‘Mothered by the infamous Riley Brooks, who made an appearance in Cordonia before King Liam’s Coronation, Gabriel Liam Rys has spent the first ten years of his life with his mother and recently deceased step-father, Theodore Blaise.

“‘Gabriel, along with his half-sister, Eleanor, lived in New York City while Cordonia and her king recovered from the treachery of foreign and domestic forces.

“‘A press conference is scheduled for a day before the Masquerade Ball, which will kick off the beginning of this year’s Social Season.

“‘Now, only one question remains: will recently widowed Lady Riley Brooks vie for King Liam’s hand again, or will the mother and daughter be swept aside in the boy’s royal rise?’”

“They are no less cruel, are they?” Hana wonders aloud.

Olivia sits back in her seat. “They can be as kind or as harsh as they want. At least Cordonians are aware.”

“There’s a possibility that some of them have lost trust in Liam,” Hana mentions.

“Of course the fools would. They don’t know that their king was as oblivious as them. And if Liam decides to tell them that he didn’t know he was a father, then all they’ll do is put the blame on Riley.”

The women scroll through their phones for a few more moments, before Hana speaks up and asks, “Did Liam tell you anything else? About Gabriel?”

Olivia puts down her phone and tries to remember her conversation with Liam. “No. But he said that he’s walking the children through a lesson plan of things that are important for them to know before the season starts.”

Hana nods. Both of them look out the window, watching the freezing mountains and icy roads shift into a floral, bright, and warm landscape.

... 

“I told Neville that I decided to stay for the Social Season,” Hana states. For the past four hours, the two of them had sat in silence. Olivia would occasionally close her eyes to rest, and when she would open them again, saw Hana doing the same thing.

“Really?” Olivia exclaims, trying to hide the disgust in her voice. “And what did he say?” 

Hana’s hands are tightly clasped together. She looks down at them and says, “He says that he doesn’t think he’ll make it to the Masquerade, Derby, or even the picnic, but says that he will be able to join the court at Lythikos.” 

“What a doting husband,” Olivia jokes. She said that hoping to make Hana realize that her spouse was incompetent, but Hana’s head hangs low. “At least you’ll be able to enjoy the first few events without his abhorring presence.” 

“Yes.” Hana looks up slightly. “And I hope Lady Riley will participate in the festivities.” 

“I’m sure she will. I don’t believe she’ll allow her children to go through the season by themselves. Liam will of course be there, but it never hurts to have a motherly presence.” 

They both glance off again, but Olivia turns back as her phone vibrates. 

There’s a text message from Jacob. It’s a link to an article titled Breaking News!

Olivia opens the link and reads: “Queen Mother Regina has been pronounced dead of a suspected heart attack after being rushed to the hospital hours ago. Her quarters were searched and it was reported that some of her goblets from her famous antique collection have been stolen. Other artworks around the palace are missing as well. Are Cordonia’s enemies back? And if so, what’s with the artistic inclinations?”

[lunatens]

the sun and his flowers

word count: 1959

genre: literally just fluff and nothing else

pairing: hwang hyunjin x female reader

summary: your new cute neighbour has a cute little brother and they might both be in love with you

a/n: lol I've never written kids before hopefully I did okay!! tbh im kinda proud of this tho hopefully y’all like it! also I named the kid after hyunjin’s dog bc I didn’t know what else to do haha

song rec: perfect - ed sheeran

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when the hwangs move in next door, it doesn't take you long to get acquainted with their family. the "for sale" sign in the yard next door was finally replaced with "sold" the other day, and you're sitting on your hands and knees in the garden when the moving van, followed by a car, pulls into the driveway. curious, you squint in the bright daylight as you peer over at the family that climbs out of the car. a couple, who you assume are the mother and father, move to help start carrying things into the house while a boy around your age helps a toddler out of the car. as soon as the toddler's feet hit the ground he takes off running laps around the yard, giggling and laughing as his older brother keeps a watchful eye on him. you smile at the sight before returning to your garden work; you're almost done clearing the weeds and then you can finally start planting the wildflowers your mom gave you.

"what are you doing?" a small voice says from directly behind you. the voice startles you and you almost drop the packet of seeds you're holding. you recognize the little boy from earlier, and once your heart rate returns to normal you give him a warm smile.

"i'm planting flowers! do you want to help me?" you ask, holding out the packet as an offering. the child nods and kneels down in the grass beside you, hands splayed out eagerly. you gently shake a few seeds into his tiny hands, and he giggles excitedly.

"now just sprinkle them all around in the bare dirt, like this," you say as you demonstrate. the child tries to copy your actions, but he ends up dropping most of the seeds in the one spot.

"good job!" you say anyways, holding your hand up for a hi-five. he shrieks in joy and his tiny hand connects with yours with a smack. "now we have to press down on the dirt. i'm going to use my hands, but do you want to stomp your feet?" you ask.

"yeah!" he says excitedly, proceeding to march around the little square of dirt where all your seeds are.

"kami!! there you are!!" a very concerned voice calls from across the yard. you turn to see the older boy rushing over towards you. "don't ruin people's gardens!" he says as he gets closer.

"oh it's okay, i told him to! he's helping me plant wildflowers," you explain. now that he's up close, you notice just how beautiful the boy is as you look up at him from your position on the ground, hands and knees covered in dirt. you suddenly feel a little self-conscious, and you hope your light sunburn is enough to cover your blushing cheeks.

"oh. well then i guess it's okay," the boy says with a shy smile (and you could swear he's blushing too, although it could just be the sun).

"hyunjin, are you going to stay and help us?" the toddler asks, looking up at his big brother.

"only if it's okay with your new friend here," he says, looking down to you.

"i guess so," you tease. "i'm y/n, by the way."

"well, nice to meet you y/n. my brother kami seems to really like you," hyunjin comments as he sits down beside you. the two of you watch as kami continues stomping around the garden until he seems satisfied.

"what's next?" kami asks eagerly.

"now we have to water the seeds," you say, picking up the watering can you filled up earlier. "i'm going to help you because it's really heavy," you explain, and kami places his hands on yours as you start to pour a light layer of water.

"hyunjin, you help too!" kami demands, and hyunjin places his hands on top of both of yours with a soft giggle, and you try not to get too visibly excited at the contact. together, the three of you water your garden together.

"okay, now we wait! it'll take a little while for the flowers to grow, but you can come over any time to check on them," you explain. "i have an extra packet of seeds if you want so you can start your own garden, then we can compare!" you say, handing a packet over to kami.

"yay!! hyunjin, let's go plant them right now!! bye y/n, i love you!" kami says as he blows you a little kiss before running over back to his yard.

"your brother's really cute," you say as you stand up, brushing the dirt off and offering a hand to help hyunjin up. he takes your hand and stands up, although his fingers linger on yours a little longer than you were expecting.

"i know...but i'm cuter," hyunjin says with a wink. "i gotta go help unpack, but i'll see you around y/n! we've got all summer to spend together," he says, waving as he heads back home. you let out a sigh, glad hyunjin can't see the major heart eyes you're sending his way.

~

a few weeks later and school's finally over; summer can really begin. you walk home with hyunjin like you do every day, passing by kami's preschool and picking him up on the way. as you walk past your house kami rushes to your patch of wildflowers for his daily inspection.

"Y/N LOOK!! FLOWERS!!" he yells excitedly. you and hyunjin hurry over, and sure enough, a few tiny buds have started to blossom. "they're so pretty!! just like you!" kami says.

"don't be silly!" you say with a laugh, ruffling his hair.

"hey, kami is never silly," hyunjin says with a smirk. you make eye contact with him and feel the familiar butterflies in your stomach; these past few weeks you've spent getting to know hyunjin have lead to an undeniably strong attraction towards him--you're fairly certain hyunjin feels the same way; the amount of times he "accidentally" bumps into you or turns to brush dirt off your face (you weren't even outside the last time he did that) or makes a flirty comment are pretty clear signs to you your feelings are reciprocated. hyunjin does, however, face some tough competition--kami seems to be convinced you're his girlfriend, to hyunjin’s amusement. Kami’s little hands always grasp onto yours on the walk home, and he never leaves without a tight hug around your legs. whenever you catch a glimpse of hyunjin during kami's attempts at romance your heart skips a beat at the sheer adoration on hyunjin's face as he watches you interact with his brother. you know kami is important to hyunjin, so you make a special effort to take good care of kami (it's not hard, considering how cute he is).

~

the doorbell rings, and you get up from where you've been reading on the couch to answer it.

"hey kami, what's up?" you ask, crouching down to his height.

"hyunjin wants to talk to you, can you come over?" he asks giggling, not even giving you a chance to answer before he runs away to his house. you follow him, confused as to why hyunjin wouldn't just come to talk to you himself--you're always over at each other's houses anyways. you walk through the front door of the hwang household, and kami points you towards the back door.

"he's out there!!" kami says, vibrating with excitement. you cautiously open the back door, and your hands fly to your mouth as you look around, and it's all you can do to keep yourself from crying. hyunjin walks up to meet you by the deck stairs, arm looping around yours as he guides you down to the lawn. a myriad of warm fairy lights are strung all around the yard, woven in between a large assortment of planters and bushes and patches of flowers--you don't think you've ever seen this many flowers in your life; frankly, it puts your own garden to shame. the setting sun casts a golden glow over everything, and hyunjin leads you to the middle of the yard so you can admire everything. he takes your hands in his, looking over your shoulder towards the back door. "kami, now!" he shout-whispers, and you turn to see kami pressing a button on the little speaker set up. you gasp and turn to hyunjin with a smile when your favourite song begins to play, its slow, sweet melody flowing through the summer night air and filling your heart with so many emotions you don't even know how to express them. you feel your eyes begin to water and you let out a nervous laugh, smiling and looking down at the ground.

"what do you think," he asks softly, gently lifting your chin up to meet his gaze. his eyes search yours but already he already knows the answer. one arm curls around your waist, pulling your body closer against his, and his other hand goes up to support yours. slowly, you begin to dance to the music, the evening grass cool on your bare feet.

"hyunjin i--i love it, i don't even know what to say," you say, your sun-kissed skin growing hotter by the second.

"then don't say anything," he says, and suddenly his lips are on yours. to say you hadn't dreamed of this moment would be a lie, but you never thought it would be like this. hyunjin pulls away only to rest his forehead on yours, and your noses are pressed together as you dance and smile, the first stars appearing in the twilight sky.

"y/n...will you be my girlfriend?" hyunjin asks, his voice barely a whisper, and he's so close you can feel his breath on your lips. you answer him with another kiss, pulling him impossibly closer.

"yes, of course. i'd have to be absolutely insane to say no to you," you say. the two of you continue dancing as the song runs its course. a tiny pair of arms wrap themselves around your legs, and you look down to see kami peering back up at you.

"are you boyfriend and girlfriend now?"

"yes kami," you say, almost not believing it's finally true.

"hyunjin!! you promised y/n could be MY girlfriend!" kami says, pouting at his older brother. hyunjin throws his head back in laughter, then pats kami on the head.

"i guess we'll just have to share," he says. "i know, y/n's just so amazing i bet everyone wants to be her girlfriend. i mean just look at her!" he says, turning his gaze to you. "you're so beautiful," he says as his eyes meet yours. hyunjin bites his lip and pulls you in for another soft kiss, not able to refrain any longer. the kiss triggers a screech from kami, and you pull apart to look down at him.

"EWWWW HYUNJIN!! THATS SO YUCKY!!" kami says, scrunching up his face in disgust.

"what, you don't like when i do this?" hyunjin questions before leaning in to pepper your laughing face with kisses.

"AUGHHHHH" kami yells, and you hear him rush back inside. you lean back into hyunjin, the two of you giggling together. you wish you could stop time at this moment; the twinkling fairy lights mirroring the early evening stars on the painted sky, the sweet scents of so many flowers in the cool night air mingling with the faint smell of hyunjin's cologne that somehow always ends up rubbing off on your clothes, the distant sounds of crickets chirping and the gentle melodies pouring from the speaker, and finally hyunjin's face mere inches in front of yours, looking at you as if you're the only person who's ever existed. 

~

requested by anon <3

[190511]

Embry | Imprinting

Hey guys! So this is my first imagine, I hope you guys like it! Please request!

Embry x Witch!reader

Summary: The reader is a close friend of Renesmee. Over the weekend the reader goes over to the Cullen's house to hang out with Renesmee. Meets Jacob and his friends. Which leads to Embry imprinting and finding out that his imprint is a powerful witch. Sam and Paul are not fond of that which causes the reader to be scared, but wants to show that she isn't dangerous. And of course the curious pack wants to see the reader demonstrate her powers/abilities.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of the reader having depression and anxiety, mentions of mentally abusive mother, reader having an anxiety attack.

You woke up to your alarm going off. As you rolled onto your side you checked the time, it was 10 in the morning. You got out of bed, and got your outfit ready before taking a quick shower. You were excited to go to the Cullen's house to hang out with Renesmee. You got your new watercolor paints which arrived yesterday in the afternoon. You wanted to try them out with Renesmee, or more like she wanted to see you try them out. She loved seeing you excited over things you loved to do, she just loved the way you reacted differently over certain things. From the way you smile when you see food, to the way you seem extremely satisfied from learning a new choreography, and especially from the way you almost cry from happiness when you are finally able to control one of your powers you recently have discovered you have. The whole Cullen family knew about you being a witch, and they accepted you from the moment that they found out. They even tried to help you learn how to control your powers. Esme and Carlisle treated you like their own daughter, especially after finding out from Edward that your mom was extremely mentally abusive which explains why you have depression and anxiety. Luckily today your mom worked early in the morning and didn't come back home until 8 or 9 at night, since she was going to hang out with some of her friends, and you will definitely be home by that time, unless you wanted to get yelled at for going out without permission. You didn't bother asking for permission at this point, you just found ways to go out without getting caught. You finished doing your hair, you dried it and straighten it. You changed into your clothes which were some skinny jeans, a short sleeved shirt, your adidas, and a hoodie, since it was getting chilly already. You had only met Renesmee during the summer but it felt like you've known her for years even though it was only October. You packed your backpack with your paints and sketchbook. You were ready to go, you weren't going to eat since you usually aren't hungry in the morning. You brushed your teeth and grabbed your things, got out the house, locked your door, and started to walk to the Cullen's. It usually only took you about 20-30 minutes to get there depending on how fast you walked. And like almost everyday day, you took your time to walk, enjoying the beautiful sceneries. You were also into photography so obviously you carried your digital camera almost everywhere, and today you had it with you like usual. You stopped several times to take beautiful pictures of some small animals, plants, etc, while you listened to some soft and calming music. Today it had taken you almost 40 minutes to get there. You walked slowly, feeling extremely calm and welcomed in the forest for some strange reason today. Once you got to your destination you were greeted by a beautiful creature. You slowly took out your headphones and reached for your camera. It was a wolf, a beautiful looking wolf. It looked calm as it was laying outside of the Cullen's house, as if waiting for someone. You weren't scared, you were mesmerized. Once you made eye contact with the beautiful calm creature, it was as if everything changed, you felt a weird feeling inside of you, and it somehow looked like it felt the same thing too. It seemed as if it just had the air punched out of it. You smiled softly and begin to walk towards it. It slowly stood on its four legs, and then you noticed how big it was, but that didn't make you stop going towards it. It didn't scare you, it just made you more interested in the beautiful creature. It slowly made it way towards you.

"Stop, can you stay there, just sit still." You said softly, not worrying about the creature not listening to you. To your own surprise, it did what you asked. You slowly took a step back and grabbed your camera once again and snapped a picture. You looked at the photograph, smiling to yourself, proud of what had just happened. You looked up to see the wolf still looking at you. You had expected it to run away but it didn't. Without thinking to made your way towards it, not even thinking about the chance of getting attacked. You stopped once you were in front of it. "Can I pet you?" You asked as if the mesmerizing animal was going to answer you. The wolf leaned down a bit and waited for you to do what you had just asked. You gasped and smiled, you ran your hands through its fur. You let out a soft giggle as you heard the animal whine when you stopped petting it. You gently took its head into your hands and looked at it in the eyes as you scratched behind its ears. You weren't even thinking about Renesmee at this point. You felt drawn to this wolf.

"Look what we have here." You jump slightly at the voice of Emmett which startled you. You saw the Cullen's outside of their house most of them smirking at you. And then you saw someone you didn't recognize, someone holding Renesmee's hand. Next to him were five other guys trying not to laugh.

"Who is that?" You asked Renesmee, referring to the guy who was holding her hand.

"Jacob, my boyfriend. And those are his friends." She said nodding towards the guys next to Jacob before finally facing the wolf in front of you. You tilted your head to the side in confusion.

"He's friends with a wolf?" You asked, you were really confused.

"We're all wolfs, shape shifters." You nodded slowly.

"Since when were you guys watching us?" You asked.

"Since you got here," answered Alice. You nodded before you heard the wolf making its way into the forest.

"Where is he going?" You asked, not wanting to be away from the wolf.

"Don't worry Y/N, he'll come back, for you." Edward said smiling.

"Why is everyone looking at me with a weird face?" You asked suspiciously. One of Jacob's friends burst out laughing.

"Embry imprinted on you." He said before getting smacked in the head by another one of the shape shifters.

"Jared, Embry was supposed to tell her that, not you." Said the tallest one. Now you were even more confused.

"What's that? Imprinting?"

"I think Embry should tell you that since Jared couldn't shut his mouth." Jacob said before you see someone walking towards you. A good looking guy, an extremely good looking guy to be exact. He was taller than you, tanned and had a cute shy smile.

"Hey," he said softly. Holy shit, he's cute.

"Hey, you must be Embry." He nodded before looking at his friends.

"Can we be alone for some time?" The Cullen's nodded before heading back inside of their house.

"Wait! Renesmee. Can you take my backpack and put it inside?" You asked running towards Renesmee. You took off your backpack and handed it to her. She took it and smiled at you.

"Do want us to take your camera too?" Asked Jacob. You shook your head.

"No thank you, I always keep it with me." You smiled and walked towards Embry. His friends whistled and made kissy faces before walking into the house. Feeling flustered you started playing with your fingers.

"Hey, wanna go for a walk?" you nodded softly before walking into the forest.

"So what's imprinting?" You asked right away, not being able to control your curiosity. Embry sighed and stopped walking.

"It's kinda like a soulmate, I need to be in your life, as a brother, protector, or even lover if you like. It's a rare thing that happens to us." You nodded, you were interested.

"And what do you want to be?" You said with a smile on your face.

"That's for you to choose." He said right away.

"Oh." You said before looking up at him. "Well, uh, I'm down to go on some dates and see where that goes. Possibly... Hopefully, into the boyfriend path?"

"Really?" Embry said grinning. You nodded slightly. Embry surprised you by hugging you.

"Oh wow you're really warm." You said laughing a bit.

"Oh sorry," Embry said pulling away. You shook your head.

"I don't mind." You said before pulling him into another hug. You stayed there for a couple of seconds before you felt him sniffing your hair causing you to laugh. He just continued to sniff you, just a bit louder this time, making you burst out laughing.

"Is that like a wolf thing?" You asked still laughing. Embry didn't pull away.

"Yes..." He said and he continued to smell you. You pulled away a bit and went to kiss his cheek.

"I like you a lot already." You said softly.

"I like you a lot too." He said back looking into your eyes.

"So tell me about yourself." He said as he took a hold on your hand and started to walk back to the Cullen's house.

"Well, I'm into art, I like dancing, I love animals. I love photography, obviously. And um, I... I'm a witch." You said quickly.

"Wait what?" Embry said confused.

"Since your friend told me you're a shifter, I assumed I could tell you about me being a witch." You said quietly.

"So you have powers or like what?" Said Embry, he sounded interested.

"Yeah I do actually! Several! But I can't control all of them." Embry looked down at you and smiled.

"You look adorable when you are excited." He mumbled. You smiled softly before going to kiss his cheek again.

"Let's go inside the house. I've been wanting to try out my new paints." You said before walking up the stairs. Once you got inside the house. You heard a bunch of loud guys yelling Embry's name.

"How'd it go dude?" Asked Jared. Before seeing you and Embry holding hands.

"Aww look at the love birds being all touchy with each other already." Said another guy.

"That's Paul, and he's annoying." Said Embry. You laughed before waving to both guys.

"Hey I'm Y/n," You said introducing yourself to the pack.

"I'm Quil, that's Seth, and that's Sam, our alpha." Said a curly haired guy. You nodded and smiled at them before walking around to find Renesmee. She was in the living room sitting down next to Jacob.

"Hey! So are you ready to try out the new paints?" You asked Renesmee as you opened your back pack and got everything ready. She nodded and sat next to you on the couch moving a small table so you could put your paints there along with your sketch book. Everyone was there watching you and Renesmee. "Look at how organized it looks." You said as you opened the box that had the paints in it. You got out a cup and you were about to make some water appear in the cup but stopped yourself as you noticed that not everyone knew about you being a witch.

"Wait what? Y/n is a witch?" Said a very confused Seth. You panicked and started to look at Esme. They were reading each other's minds.

"You imprinted on a witch Embry!" Exclaimed an angry Paul. You started to feel frightened. Once Embry noticed this and got defensive.

"There's nothing wrong with that." He said looking at Paul.

"She could be dangerous." Said Sam. You stood up before walking towards Esme and Carlisle.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it." You whispered. "Please don't scream, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." You said your breathing accelerating.

"What's wrong with her?" Asked Jared.

"She's having an anxiety attack. Get out of the house now." Said Carlisle.

"We're not leaving until we know she isn't a threat to us." Demanded Paul. Embry walked towards you and pulled you into a hug.

"No, no no, get away, please." You said trying to push Embry away causing him to wince.

"She doesn't like being touched when she's having anxiety attacks." Said Edward quickly reading your mind. Embry nodded before walking back.

"Leave please. Alone... I want to be alone... Please... Renesmee, stay please." Renesmee nodded and walked towards you as everyone left. After around 15 minutes of crying and panicking, your breathing started slowing down before feeling better. Renesmee hugged you and touched your cheek.

"You're safe here, we'll protect you."

"Thank you..." You hugged her for a bit before pulling away and standing up. "I'm ready to show them that I am not dangerous." Renesmee nodded and started walking towards the front door. You took a breath and followed her outside.

"I am a witch. I have several abilities, I cannot control all of them, it is difficult but I try, the ones I can control are the ones I use almost daily." You said walking down the stairs. You look at the Cullen's and they gave you a smile and small nod. "Water I have full control over." You said before closing your eyes and moving your wrist in a circle before making a wall of water come between you and pack. You make an opening and walk through it towards them before quickly letting the water drop to the ground without leaving any trace of it on the dirt.

"Fire I have full control over too." You say opening your hand, showing a small flame. "It took me a month to learn how to control this one. Probably because I have a really big phobia about possible getting burned, I don't know why. But I managed to control it." You said before you raise your hand up in the air. You look up and smile at the phoenix you summoned before you snap your fingers making it disappear into flames. "Ice, I almost have full control over, it's hard though." You say before closing your eyes in concentration and putting your arms out your palms facing up. You start making ice form in your hands before hissing in pain, "It's hard when the cold burns, you know." You say quitely laughing before turning and facing Paul. "Lighting I have like 75% control over." You take a deep breath before glancing at the Cullens.

Taking Paul's arm roughly you let a shock of electricity hit him pulling a loud "Shit!" and a deep growl from him making you let go before pointing a finger at him.

"You're an asshole." Making the other guys laugh. "Air is surprisingly hard to use for some unknown reason." Taking a deep breath you start walking away from the pack, stopping about 10 feet away from them. You quickly open your arms letting yourself feel full of power before walking in a circle. After a while the wind starts picking up, a calm tornado a bit taller than you starts forming in the space you were walking around. You stop and walk away from the tornado making it slowly disappear into the air, literally. "And last but not least. Earth, I struggle with this one the most." You walking quickly towards Embry stopping inches away from him. You take his hands into yours, turning them to face upwards. Curious and interested he stares in admiration while smiling. You put your hands on top of his not touching completely. Embry starts feeling some weight on his hands and quickly looks down to see a pile of dirt. You glance at him wanting to see his reaction, and smile. You turn your attention back to your plan and start letting droplets on water drop down onto the pile of dirt sitting on his hands. You grab him by his shoulders making him hunch down a bit, and take a hold of his face, closing your eyes and start concentrating. After a couple of seconds you open your eyes to see him staring at you in confusion, flustered you let go of him and wave your hand into the direction of his hands. "That is for you," you mumble, making him look down to see a red dahlia flower quickly blooming on his hands. "Dahlias represent a lasting bond and commitment," you whisper looking up at him. He quickly drops the dirt, only keeping the flower before pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead.

"I'm so happy to have you as my imprint, you don't understand how lucky I am." He says while looking at your flustered face. You look down trying to avoid eye contact before impulsively taking hold of his face and pulling him down to give him a quick peck on the lips and hugging him burying your face into his chest.

"Are you guys done? I want to go see my imprint too you know," Jared says jokingly trying to ruin the moment. You pull away from Embry before walking quickly towards Jared and putting your hand against his forehead. Before anyone could ask what you're doing you start letting a ice cold temperature against his skin making him hiss and pull away. "What the hell?" He yells as he hold his head in pain.

"You really had to ruin the moment dude?" Embry complains before walking towards you and pulling you into a back hug. "You deserve that," he says as he rests his head on your shoulder.

"And those are it." You say smiling while moving to face Sam while still being held by Embry.

"Sorry for our reactions but I'm sure you understand why we have to be cautious. I trust you now Y/n and the rest of the pack will trust you too."

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A dream only time would fade… Chapter 6

A/N:  Thanks for the nice reviews so far. And thank you @thatonefangirl1223 for dropping into my ask box about the fic! Hopefully the wait has been worth it! 

This is an R/C Anastasia!AU which will mostly follow the musical but I’ll throw in a few easter eggs from the 1997 movie and a few changes would be made to better suit the characters in the story. This is a slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers. This entire series is rated T because I’m paranoid.

This story is also on Ao3 and Fanfiction.net.

“Ready to become the Grand Duchess Christine Daae?” Raoul asked the next morning, holding a leather journal in his hand.

“I want to go to Manhattan but I don’t want to lie to do it!” True, Christine was excited to leave, but she almost felt like a liar…

“You don’t know it’s a lie. What if it’s true?” he shrugged nonchalantly, almost unfazed by the possibilities of what could go wrong “Either way, it gets you to Manhattan, Philippe and I get out of here, and we all live happily ever after! Everyone wins!”

“I wish I had your confidence,” she bit back sarcastically. Sensing the tension, Philippe began as he led Christine to a small mirror in front of him.

“Christine, what do you see?” “I see a skinny little nobody, with no past and no future.” she sighed, her shoulders sagging and she began to slouch.

“No,” Raoul piped up, unaware of who was listening “I see a beautiful and smart young woman… who on a number of occasions has shown a regal command equal to any royal in the world,”

“Raoul?” Christine tilted her head slightly, peering at his reflection.

“Just… forget I said that,” he quickly brushed it off, hiding his face. But secretly, she felt a little better by his words.

“He’s right,” Philippe added for his brother “And I have known my share of royalty. You see my dear, I was a member of the high society,” “Yeah, until the revolution where we lost all our money and had resorted to stealing,” Raoul scoffed before Philippe gave him a stern glare.

“But…” Christine began, wanting to get down to business “How do you become the person you’ve forgotten you ever were?”

“Take a deep breath,” Philippe instructed “Close your eyes, and imagine… another time, another world…”

“You were born in a palace by the sea,” He slowly began.

“A palace by the sea,” Raoul emphasized.

“Really? Me? Born in a palace by the sea?” Christine placed a hand over her chest as she saw the breathtaking view from the holiday palace, trying to imagine it all.

“Yes, that’s right,” Philippe nodded, continuing their history lesson “And you rode horseback when you were only three.”

“Horseback riding! Me?” she shook her head in disbelief.

“And the horse’s name was Romeo,” Raoul interjected, only to receive an odd look from them “What? I’m trying to help you,”

“You often made faces and terrorized the cook! And your tantrums back then made the palace shook!”

“What a charming child,” the street rat smirked.

“Was I really that wild?” Christine tried to suppress a small laugh.

“Wrote the book!” Raoul cheered, smiling at her.

“But you’d behave when your father gave that look!”

“Imagine what your long, forgotten past was like!” Raoul smiled at her “Now, we have lots to learn before you can become the Grand Duchess Christine Daae!”

“Alright,” she began, taking it as a challenge “Bring it on!”

~~~

Philippe handed Christine a book “Now, let’s see you walk,”

Christine had taken her gloves and coat off and was now trying to balance the book on her head, beginning to move around slowly as she waved her arms around to keep balance.

“Try to float,” he prompted as he walked next to her, demonstrating.

“Am I floating?” Philippe cringed a little as she stomped and flailed helplessly.

“Like a sinking boat,” Raoul muttered loud enough for her to hear. She threw the book in his direction, missing him by inches before she argued, slightly frustrated and annoyed “Then why don’t you try it yourself?”

Princess training was so annoying. They would spend days holed up in this dusty palace, drilling rules of courtly etiquette, history lessons, and family trees. She was sick of the two men constantly telling her what to do and what to say, correcting her. What did they know about her own memories? It wasn’t like she knew who she was but still.

Philippe quickly stood between them and took the book off of his brother’s hands.

“Let’s learn to bow, shall we?” Philippe took their wrists and pulled them until their fingers intertwined. Christine felt her fingers in Raoul’s strong, firm grip like she was about to kiss her hand.

“Your hands are cold!” she protested, hating how she flinched at his touch. He wasn’t as rough or vulgar as the handsy men she had encountered before, the ones who would try and pin her down to fulfill their own desires, but she still hated his every touch. She knew what men were like, she wouldn’t let her guard down that easily.

“Well, your hands are rough and I never complained!” Raoul argued back, equally exasperated at the lack of progress they were making.

“Enough!” poor Philippe looked as tired and annoyed as the both of them “Try to be civil, for my sake. Now, imagine… you are in a ballroom, you are about to dance with your partner, and you bow,”

Christine could see it all clearly, so vivid… almost as if it were a memory. She could hear the music, she could see the beautifully dressed aristocrats waltzing together… subconsciously, she was bending her left knee, bringing her right hand to her chest, bowing her head, and a regal smile on her face. When she stood up, she almost felt like a different person; she was so regal, elegant, and graceful. She opened her eyes to find the two brothers, gobsmacked.

“How did you do that?” Raoul began slowly, slightly stunned.

“I didn’t teach her,” Philippe added before smiling “Christine, you’re a natural!”

~~~

Now, they were learning the Daae family history and Philippe was in front of a chalkboard, holding a history book in one hand.

“Now, we memorize the names of the royalty!” Philippe instructed, “Who’s your great-grandmother?”

“Queen Catherine Svenna Daae!”

“Who’s your great-grandmother?”

“Princess Catherine The Third!”

“Your best friend is…”

“My little brother, Gustav!”

“Wrong!” Raoul shook his head “Your best friend is-” “I know who my best friend is!” she interrupted stubbornly, marching up to him. “What a temper,” Raoul commented to himself.

“I don’t like being contradicted!” the young woman threw the book into his arms. “That makes the two of us!” the con man challenged as he tossed the book back to her.

“Continuing on,” Philippe nervously butted in before Christine threw the book at him. “I had enough! What do you know about me?” She began ranting, already frustrated “I’m so tired! And I don’t remember anything about my past! Just leave me alone!”

And with that, Christine turned away angrily, tears of frustration threatening to spill out.

“Christine,” Philippe began after a moment of silence, his voice calm and relaxing “Look at me,” she turned her head a little to peer at him.

“We’re all tired,” he continued “Now, shall we start again?”

When she nodded hesitantly, Philippe gave a warm, reassuring smile “Take a breath and count to ten,”

She took a deep breath and silently counted to fifteen, the extra five seconds being for the fact Raoul had annoyed her to her frustration.

“You are much more than you think you are,” he reassured soothingly as he pulled out a handkerchief “So blow your little nose, and dry those pretty eyes. A princess like you can do anything if she had her mind to it! Ready?” “Set,” Raoul added, leaning towards the whiteboard.

“Go!” Christine cheered, feeling slightly better after the pep talk. And with that, Philippe turned over the chalkboard, smacking his younger brother straight in the face from the impact. “Ow!” he yelled, clutching his nose as she tried to suppress a small laugh escaping her lips.

“Your great aunt Olga,” Philippe circled a name on the board “Had so many parties and balls she hosted!”

“Oh,” she gasped before Raoul pointed to another name on the board “Your distant cousin Anton had loved spending time in the palace library!” before he asked with concern, watching as the street sweeper attempted to memorize names and faces of some distant relatives and eccentric cousins as quickly as possible “Got it, Christine?” “No, not really…”

“The Grand Duke was short!”

“Count Louise often wore a feathered hat!”

“I heard he’s now very fat…”

“I missed that cat,” she muttered, fondly remembering the days she spent at the holiday palace playing with his cat. “I don’t think we told her that…”

“Christine,” Raoul smiled “You’re a dream come true!”

~~~

Now, before she could complete princess training, they were practicing a waltz. Poor Philippe groaned and massaged his temples over the past few hours. Despite his patient instructions, the two waltzing felt wrong. She kept looking away from his face, doing mental counts and he kept checking his behind, afraid of crashing as they waltzed.

“Back straight!” Philippe yelled “What are you doing? That’s not a waltz! Stop kicking him!”

“He stepped on my toe first!” she protested, feeling bad for Philippe to endure their bickering while feeling not-so-sorry for kicking Raoul in the shin, who winced in pain.

After some painful hours of bickering and berating, Philippe gave up. Grimacing, he grumbled “We’ll work on it tomorrow as both of you are insufferable! I’m going to get a glass of gin!”

“I could use one too,” Raoul grumbled.

“No!” and with that, his older brother exited the room.

~~~ Great, just great. Now, he had to deal with that bratty little know-it-all all by himself! A heavy silence fell between the two as Christine glared at him, painting an irritated expression on her face. “Why are you always so angry with me?” he asked. “Why have you been so rude to me ever since I entered that palace?” Christine hissed.He gave a hollow bark “Me? Rude to you? You acted as if you owned the place!” “How?” “You don’t take anything seriously and now, I’m going to have a welt on my shin because of you!” “You’re the one who stepped on my toes!” he stumbled back in shock before her voice softened and he could see her tear up, being vulnerable for the first time… “I’m trying, I swear I am…” she whispered hoarsely.“I know,” he reassured “I’m sorry. I was just so frustrated that I… lashed out,” Now he had a closer look at her face, she was so drained and pale… “Are you alright?” he asked, genuine concern in his eyes. “Yes, yes,” she forced a smile “I’m just… tired,” She stood up and walked away “See you tomorrow…” Raoul could only stare at her as she walked out of the palace… It was already late. 

~~~

The next day, they were trying not to argue as they waltzed awkwardly. They were trying to perfect it for Philippe’s sake. Raoul could still sense her body tensing up whenever he touched her or approached her…

“Can we stop? I don’t feel so well…” Raoul stopped. She was paler than usual and she was so cold. He helped her to a chair before sprinting to the kitchen to get a glass of water and a piece of bread, kneeling in front of her, eyes full of worry.

“Did you have breakfast today?”

“No,” she croaked, her eyes closed as she massaged her temples. He suddenly noticed dark circles under her eyes. Everything made sense: her frustration, her tardiness…

“How long did you sleep for?”

“Two or three hours.”

“Are you insane?” his voice rose with each word.

“I can’t lose my job. They’re not easy to come by…”

Raoul felt guilt build up in his chest. This girl was falling apart because of him… Her groan of pain caused him to come back to reality…

“I’ll take you to a guest room,” he offered as he wrapped his arm around her waist and carried her to a nearby guest room. She fell blindly on the bed once they arrived. Raoul was taken aback as he saw her already asleep on the mattress, looking vulnerable and fragile. He felt his heart pang with sympathy and wanted to protect her. She deserved better than this, and he was determined to help her…

“I don’t know what you’ve been through and you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to but… I want to help you,” he whispered gently before exiting the room, every word of his genuine “Just… trust me,”

~~~

Christine’s eyes fluttered open, yawning as she stretched her legs. She hadn’t had such good, long sleep in a long time…

“Oh, you’re awake!” Raoul smiled from the open door. His eyes didn’t have the usual playful or teasing glint in them. They were filled with genuine concern and adoration.

“I’m so sorry,” she began, feeling guilty for sleeping in “I don’t want to be a pity case for the both of you and-”

“It’s okay,” he smiled, his face apologetic “I want to help you, but you have to trust me…”

He would not admit it but, she finally found someone who would listen to her…

~~~

Philippe walked into the room, not believing what he saw! Raoul and Christine were dancing in harmony and in sync! They looked like a couple in love instead of two strangers lost in the ballroom…

“Mon dieu,” he finally spoke up, speechless “Am I dreaming?”

Their grins answered him. Finally! The two were getting along as he wanted! No more arguing! And it was so peaceful and quiet… “We’ll wrap up early!”

~~~

The weeks went on with less bickering, but with the same lessons. Christine still argued with Raoul at times but there was less animosity between them. Insults became teasing and she even laughed at a few of his jokes.

She secretly loved the proximity between them. She didn’t know why but perhaps, it was because she only remembered how these touches would hurt her. She trusted him when he said nothing would harm her. And the foreign concept of a gentle touch slowly became more familiar…

“I feel like someone new,” Christine commented happily.

“You’re an expert now!” Raoul smiled tenderly and hugged her, ignoring the drumming heartbeat in her ears.

~~~

“Anything concerning the Daaes, even the most preposterous rumour,” Erik stared at the three girls sternly “We take very seriously,”

“She’s a street sweeper!” One spoke up “She was homeless until she took up with them!”

“Her name is Christine!” Another interjected.

“Thank you,” his tone was level as he said those words, clustering the stack of papers together, not looking them in the eye.

“Are you going to arrest them?” “You’ve done your duty. And I’ve done mine. Listening to your gossip.” he tried to keep his voice calm and stoic.

“It’s not gossip, it’s the truth!” she quickly defended before he slammed his fist on the desk, all eyes and ears on him now. Erik slowly stood up and placed a finger under the prostitute’s chin… “The next time I see the three of you soliciting on the streets,” he warned, his face and tone stoic, making his words more frightening, “I won’t look the other way.” The three women ran off and as he watched them run off, he ordered “File out a new report!”

The mere presence of one Daae could topple what the rebels had worked hard to achieve… there was no way this girl would waltz in to make their hard work go to waste…

~~~ A/N:  DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 232: Giant Bitchslap Arm

Previously on BnHA: Gigantomachia woke up and started ninja-running toward Aichi prefecture. Then all of a sudden we cut to Hawks just chilling on an Osaka rooftop with a bag. Everyone was like, “whoa, Hawks, what are you doing in this arc?” Hawks was all “well I’ll show you” and then he had a flashback where he fucking murdered Best Jeanist, probably, and everyone was like “um, hey, what the actual fuck” and Hawks was like “well you asked” and we were all filled with regret for having done so. Back in the Ol’ Villain City, Twice caught up with Tomura and Spinner and they were very happy to see him, and Tomura was like “so anyway we’re almost at Re-Destro’s tower and I can’t wait to fucking kill that guy” and the others agreed but they also worried that Tomura was too exhausted to keep this up much longer, and so Twice went on ahead to try and finish off RD on his own. The chapter ended up with Twice #241762-D arriving at the top of the tower to confront RD and rescue my boyfriend Giran.

Today on BnHA: Twice creates some clones of Tomura and the gang to help him out. Re-Destro then insta-kills one of the clones and tells Twice that he’ll kill Giran if Twice uses his quirk any more. He then makes his arm go all big and he just fuckin’... [gestures wildly] WHIPASH!! and just smacks them all to death, and then he goes over to where Giran is and gets ready to kill him while he and Twice are having a moment. Thankfully the not-quite-dead-yet Tomura clone intervenes, and as he fights him, Re-Destro launches into a big villain monologue about the Mother of Quirks, a.k.a. the mother of the first superpowered child to ever be born. Long story short, that baby grew up to be Destro, and his mom was all “please be kind to him and let him live in peace!” and so they fucking killed her because people are terrible. As RD is wrapping up his story and about to kill the clone Tomura, the real one reaches the tower and is all, “TOUCH!!!” This is the single most badass thing anyone has ever done, and the chapter ends with a wobbly Tomura confusedly interrogating an enraged Re-Destro while “We Will Rock You” by Queen plays in the background omfg.

(All comments are my unspoiled reactions from my initial readthrough of the chapter. I did a quick edit for grammar and clarity immediately afterward, and added one or two ETAs in the process, but aside from that there are no changes.)

so this happened again

listen here my anonymous friend, thank you for not spoiling me, but I do have to say that if your goal was to have me once again approach this chapter in stark terror, mission accomplished lol

here’s how it’s gonna go. I’ve got a mirror, and we’re gonna use it to cautiously peek around corners before clicking to the next page, and from what I understand that should protect us from being instantly killed by Horikoshi’s murderous basilisk glare. the characters, on the other hand, well...

what kind of sound effect is this

glomp glomp? are these Horikoshi sound effects? does he know his little Twice clones are making enthusiastic hugging sounds?? and yet this is oddly in character though

also it looks like he’s cloning at least one Tomura and Dabi! so that should be fun. we get to see RD presumably murder them all on this little test run, and then they’ll hopefully have a better idea of how to approach this on their second go-around

RD says he had a lot of guards down below, and he’s praising Twice’s quirk. well, his “superpower”, anyway

that was the title of this chapter, incidentally; “quirks and superpowers.” I do vaguely wonder why they’re so insistent on using different terminology for it, and I wonder if there’s an actual reason for that

anyway so now Jin is yelling at the clones that they’re clones. so it’s okay if they die and stuff. lol. I’m sure that makes them feel a whole lot better

you guys this is fucking amazing though

I wonder if this Tomura is less sleep-deprived? also, Twice duplicated the hands as well! that’s something that was pointed out to me a little while ago, back when they were fighting Gigantomachia. this actually seems a bit iffy to me now that we’ve been reminded that he needs to understand the details of something in and out before he can copy it. like, he couldn’t copy the quirk-be-gone bullets because he didn’t know how they worked. but somehow he knows how these hands work though??

or maybe he doesn’t, and these hands don’t actually work like the Real Deal hands. that’s probably the case actually. so anyways I wonder if this Tomura will act a little different. I’m probably overthinking this to the extreme lol

and Twice and Dabi are making the exact same joke I made three paragraphs earlier about “that should make them feel a whole lot better.” get your own material you assclowns

last but not least, lol at him having to reiterate his tale of bravely overcoming past trauma yet again to Compress because he missed the whole story. poor Compress, all confused and out of the loop. I wonder if Twice duplicated his robot arm. it’s hard to tell in the picture whether it’s missing or he’s still just in the process of creating it

oh shit

heh. it’s possible Jin has not thought through the potential long-term consequences of this little undertaking at all sob. but that’s a problem for future Twice! right now current Twice has more important things to deal with, like kicking Re-Destro’s ass

yeah, you see, he’s all “don’t worry about that right now” and presumably tucking that whole notion away someplace in the back of his mind to be properly fucked up by later on. as anyone with ADHD can tell you that’s clearly the best way to deal with all of your problems

-- oh shit and it looks like this particular Twice doesn’t really need to worry about that anymore in any case

what is it with people in this manga being decapitated lately. who hurt you Horikoshi

uh, so. hey

are they?? they fucking outnumber you by a ton. though as you’ve just ably demonstrated, that doesn’t necessarily mean anything

fuck. okay let’s pause this for a sec to get our bearings here. so a bunch of clone Twices have RD cornered with a clone Dabi, Tomura, and Compress, all of whom have their own quirks, but presumably weaker versions of them. they’re also each basically one hit point away from a swift death, which is definitely something to consider

meanwhile RD has just the one of him, but possesses an unknown quirk, and does not seem to be at all fazed by the current situation which is a bit unnerving. oh yeah, and he does still have a hostage, though, if the others insist on taking their sweet time to go and untie my boy Giran. yeah. so that part’s also not good. dammit Twice untie him already

SHIT

MOTHERFUCKING -- OKAY JIN, LISTEN UP, NORMALLY I’D TELL YOU TO CALL HIS BLUFF, BUT A LITTLE MOUSE (ETA: referring to poor dead Miyashita, not the anon from earlier! I only just realized how that could possibly be read as being weirdly passive aggressive or something and that’s not the case! sorry anon!) INFORMED ME THAT THIS GUY DOESN’T ACTUALLY FUCKING PLAY AROUND, THOUGH. I HAVE A FEELING HE CAN AND WILL DO EXACTLY WHAT HE’S PROMISING, SO PLEASE TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY OMG I DON’T WANT YOU TO HAVE ANOTHER FRIEND’S DEATH ON YOUR CONSCIENCE AFTER WHAT HAPPENED WITH MAGNE

sob. where’s that mirror omg

okay... and we’re cautiously clicking forward... and good, Jin looks appropriately shook

maybe a little too shook. look I didn’t mean for you to just immediately freeze and surrender though, guy

aww but Tomura’s reassuring him

yes but as I already explained, you’re all technically one love tap away from the sweet embrace of death here while he’s at full power. it’s iffy dude. idk. I really like that you immediately spoke up to comfort your bro though! the League of Gentle Hearts continues to warm my soul

oh my god but seriously look at them

even Dabi is getting in on the friendship action. even if I’m not quite sure how he intends to not burn Giran to death along with RD lol. but at least his heart’s in the right place

-- oh shit

THEY LOOK SO WORRIED OMG AND LOOK WHERE RE-DESTRO IS STANDING

A COLD FUCKING CHILL JUST WENT DOWN MY SPINE OH GOD NO I’M NOT READY FOR THIS. I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU TOUCH A HAIR ON HIS SEXY GRAY HEAD I WILL WREAK VENGEANCE ON YOU SUCH AS THE WORLD HAS NEVER SEEN, AS SOON AS I’M DONE SOBBING MY FUCKING EYES OUT

SOB I DON’T WANT TO TURN THE PAGE. THE MIRROR ISN’T WORKING. HORIKOSHI IS A SADISTIC FUCK WHO HAS NO QUALMS ABOUT KILLING OFF EVERYONE I LOVE. BEST JEANIST, GIRAN, THE DOG. EVERYONE!!

SOBBB NOOO --

WHAT THE CHRISTING FUCK

OH MY GOD NO PUT IT AWAY!! HORIKOSHI KOUHEI I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON’T STOP RIGHT NOW!! I MEAN IT YOUNG MAN!!

SOB HE’S DRAWING IT OUT FOR ALL IT’S WORTHHHHHH I CAN’T I’M NOT PLEASE WHY

FUCK YOU AND YOUR COMEDIC INSERTION OF FOUR ADDITIONAL TWICE REACTION PANELS YOU PITILESS BASTARD!!

NOOOOOOOOOOO

THE BASILISK APPROACHES, GIRAN IN ITS SIGHTS!!

OH SHIT

holy -- fucking -- I don’t even

wow

well that all went down fucking spectacularly

looooool. okay, time to move on to plan B guys. bring on the indestructible mountain man. let Tomura have his “I have an army!” / “we have a Hulk” moment

so is Giran even still alive, or did he get caught up in all of that. lol I’m just fooling. of course he’s still alive, Horikoshi is going to drag out my torture for this entire arc and make it really slow and excruciating

yeah whatever. they have a hulk. just you wait

and some of the dying Twices are glomping over to Giran to make sure he’s okay, naturally. because my feels were briefly spared for a single fucking panel and we can’t have that, no ma’am!

HAHAHA WHY

THESE FEELS, MY GOD. WHATEVER!! JUST LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE THEN!!

JESUS CHRIST, HERE I WAS SHIPPING TOGAWICE LIKE ANYTHING, AND THEN HORIKOSHI COMES ALONG ALL “BUT ARE YOU SURE YOU WEREN’T ACTUALLY SHIPPING GIRANTWICE THIS WHOLE TIME” AND FUCK ME, HE’S FUCKING RIGHT

GIRAN IS SMILING SO SOFTLY MOMENTS BEFORE HIS LIKELY DEATH, AND I’M ABOUT TO PERISH IN A TYPHOON OF EMOTION. GIRAN IF I COULD LEAP IN THERE AND TAKE THE BLOW FOR YOU I WOULD

YOU GUYS HERE IT COMES. IT’S BEEN NICE KNOWING YOU ALL. LET’S ALL HOLD HANDS AND WAIT IN HELPLESS TERROR LIKE IN TOY STORY 3

and Twice makes sure Giran’s not alone at the end though. god I’m about to lose it for real though, shit

-- !!!!!!!!!!

(ETA: lmao I love that it’s making a “TCH” sound. like that hand is so done with his bullshit.)

what THE FUCK TOMURA ARE YOU SERIOUS?!! I WAS ALL SET TO GO ALL “OH HAPPY DAGGER” HERE AND THEN YOU TURN UP TO SAVE THE DAY WHAT IS HAPPENING

WHAT IS THIS CRAZY ADRENALINE RUSH AHAHA. DON’T BE FOOLED, THAT IS RALPH WIGGUM “I’M IN DANGER!” LAUGHTER THOUGH

but wow, so yeah. feels postponed. fucking deferred, motherfucker. FIRST WE GET OUR FIGHT ON

oh hey! funny you should mention! cuz it’s just that he’s been trying to prove said worth for the last six weeks! so if you could provide some convenient way for him to actually do that, that would actually be great. Machia is a harder sell than Simon fucking Cowell, so

oh, he’s still talking

actually this is super interesting to me omg. also that’s really fucked up. poor Damien! he didn’t do anything! all he did was glow a bit, what is wrong with people

(ETA: I have been informed by many kind people that Destro is not in fact the glowy baby Damien from China lol. I got kinda mixed up there lol.)

probably cuz they killed her

yep

yeah that seemed to be where that was leading. society is predictably fucked up, etc. that poor lady

this has nothing to do with anything, but I just want to throw it out there that I would kill to read an AU with the 1-A kids set in this time period roughly 200 years earlier where they have to hide their quirks for fear of being killed over them, and they’re all just doing their best and growing up scared and traumatized and some of them are bitter at the world and others are hopeful of one day making it a better place. oh my god. “makeste, that’s just an X-Men AU” you point out and oh my god you’re right. that means it probably already exists oh shit. I need to go on another fic binge

anyway

Tomura is all “yeah I know history too” and making me feel bad. some of us didn’t grow up in this universe, Tomura

Tomura just let the man talk, I need more worldbuilding stuff for my AU headcanons

you’d think that the Army would be embracing the word “quirks”, then? this woman seems like the type of martyr figure they ought to be all over. I guess there’s more to the story and I should take my own advice and shut up and let him finish

oh

I see, so they associate the government’s use of the word “quirk” with their oppression. idk, I feel like they ought to be trying to reclaim it then. but whatever

so he’s wrapping up now

oh!!

his mother?!

DESTRO WAS THE SON OF THE MOTHER OF QUIRKS? DESTRO WAS DAMIEN?!  holy shit!!

so that means RD is descended from the original quirk bloodline! yooooo I did not see that coming at all. no wonder the rest of the Army reveres him

anyway but now the interesting part is over and he’s moving on to crazed ranting

whatever you say buddy. how did you wind up with Giant Bitchslap Arm powers if your great-great-granddad was just some dumb glowing kid though

oh now he’s getting all pompous

I’m sorry I didn’t realize having a long and tragic family history was a prerequisite for kicking ass. though if it is. may I interest you in the horrific saga of the Shimura family, though. this so-called street punk has quite his own tale of woe actually

oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit

(⚆_⚆) [sits up straighter]

AHHHH THEY’RE SAVING HIM!!

YOU GO LEAGUE!! YOU GOT THIS!!

AHHHHHHH

!!!!! THEN TELL HIM TO SUIT UP

oh shit wait I think he might be talking about Actual Tomura and not Gigantomachia! even better!!

OH HEY THAT’S A NICE TOWER YOU HAVE THERE. IT SURE WOULD BE A SHAME IF SOMEONE... PATTED IT GENTLY

LOOOOOOOOOOL YESSSSSSSSSSSS

(❛ӧ❛三❛ӧ❛)

YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!

LMAO HE’S ACTUALLY BARELY KEEPING IT TOGETHER THOUGH AND IT’S THE BEST. “WAIT... YOU’RE THE GUY... BUT SHOULDN’T YOU BE... BUT WAIT WEREN’T YOU IN...?”

SO NOW IT’S ON BOTH EYES, EH? GOING FULL RORSCHACH UP IN THIS BITCH. WELL WHATEVER. I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW I’M HIGH ON THE ADRENALINE OF HAVING HAD THE FEAR OF GOD PUT INTO ME AND BEING RESIGNED TO ANOTHER CHAPTER OF HEADS BEING REMOVED FROM WHERE THEY’RE SUPPOSED TO BE, ONLY FOR HORIKOSHI TO BE ALL “PSYCH!! I STILL LOVE YOU!” AND HAVE MR. RIGHTFUL HEIR COME UP AND FUCK UP RD’S SHIT OMG. AND I STILL SHIP GIRANTWICE!! AND GIRAN’S STILL ALIVE SOMEHOW AGAINST ALL ODDS OH MY GOODNESS

ohhhhh man. well, time to place your bets then people. who would win:

one megalomaniacal balding CEO with a giant arm who talks too much but has like an army and shit

One Sleepy Boi

hahaha. well, Tomura? time to get that worth fucking measured, then, kid

[dvoz-alternate]

Acapella Street Performance

SEVENTEEN x acapella reader & group

Summary: SEVENTEEN took a trip to New York City to spend time on vacation. In the middle of Central Park your acapella group (much like the Pentatonix) decided to do a live performance of Starships by Nicki Minaj

AN: I do not own this video I just love the way they sound! In the female rap part you replace her name with yours. Oh and your group of members are OC! SEVENTEEN probably knows how to do acapella but I don’t know that for sure, so for stories sake they don’t!

(Y/n/N) - your nick name

(G/N) - group name

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Thirteen guys were walking down a side walk in New York City. They had finally gotten sometime off during their busy schedules to take a much needed vacation. Doing window shopping and getting drinks from the Starbucks on the corner they passed the Central City Park. 

“Hey Seungcheol, lets go sit at a picnic bench for a bit, yeah?” Chan said grabbing his elder’s forearm and pointing in the direction of the park. Sliding down his face mask Seungcheol followed Chan’s finger and nodded. “C’mon guys lets go over there for a bit and we can finish the rest of our plans,” Seungcheol started walking toward the cross walk. Various conversations were heard among the group as they waited to cross the street.

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“Feel ready for this?” Adam walked up to you sitting on the bench. “Of course I’m ready. We have practiced the routine so many times I could do this in my sleep!” you laughed shoving your friends shoulder. Holding his hands up in mock defense he chuckled, “I figured you’d say that. We are just waiting on the guys to get here and then we can warm up.” Nodding you grabbed your water from your bag making room for Adam to sit next to you. “Well, hopefully all goes well. This is a live performance,” you thought out loud looking at your blonde friend. 

Finally seeing three other men come walking up you smiled getting up to greet them. “You’re late,” you teased them poking their cheeks. “Hey! I had to pick up Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb over there,” Jared used his thumb to gesture to other guys who were in a heated debate over something. “Hey! Dee and Dumb! Put the debate on hold for a sec. We got work to do,” the boys looked down at your Cheshire like grin at the nicknames. “He better be Dumb,” Sam said moving his eyes from you to giving Gav a small glare. “Not the time. Let’s go!” you grabbed their wrists pulling them to Jared and Adam.

“So how long will it take you three to stretch and warm up?” Adam asked looking at the two men you just hauled over. “Five minutes?” Gav looked at Sam. “Five minutes.” 

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Walking into the park Hansol overheard your conversation as they walked past your bench. Poking Seungkwan, Hansol pointed in your groups direction. “The blonde guy said something about warming up. What do you think they’re going to do?” he asked pulling his hat down a bit. “I don’t know, but if it’s here then we can watch whatever it is they’re going to do,” Seungkwan mused looking for a near by picnic table. By now the rest of the guys had overheard what Hansol said and were curious too. 

After everyone found a seat they tried playing it off that they weren’t directly staring at your group, but lets be real most of these boys were anything but subtle. 

Jisoo leaned in toward Hansol and whispered, “What kind of thing do you think that group will do?” Hansol eyed the group and his eyes settled on you. He watched you pull off your sunglasses and run your hand through your hair before laughing at something the tall person in your group said. “I don’t know for sure, but I’m sure we are about to find out. Look,” Hansol nodded in your direction.

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“Well, it’s now or never,” you breathed out looking around the park before turning your attention to your group of boys. “Ready?” “Ready.” Standing you walked a few paces away from your bench, and Adam hummed a tuning chord that you all harmonized with. When you all warmed up Adam nodded before you started your performance.

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Jihoon who wasn’t interested much with your group perked up when he heard the starting chords. Thirteen different sets of eyes were wide as they were captivated by your group’s performance. “They are an acapella group...” Jun noted watching in awe. Several heads nodded in response too busy watching the choreography. Mingyu took out his phone and decided to record the performance.

Eyes trailed after your body as you moved to the front and started rapping. “My name is (Y/N), but you can call me (Y/n/N).” Oohs were heard from your group as you continued back into formation.

Hansol and Jisoo shared a look and turned to look at Jihoon who was nodding his head along to the beat.

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As the final chord hung in the air you looked toward your small group with a smile threatening to split your face. The sudden loud applause coming from the picnic tables startled you causing you to let out a gasp that turned into a laugh. Grabbing Jared’s hand and him grabbing the next you all bowed to the thirteen strangers. Sending them a wink you ended up jumping onto Sam starting a group hug proud of how it turned out.

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Several of the boys cheeks had tinted pink and many were glad that they wore face masks. Standing Chan stated, “I’m going to go talk to them.” Chan said standing up only to have his hand pulled by Seungkwan. “Chan, chill for a minute we don’t want everyone getting separated,” Seungkwan have him a stern look before glancing toward the rest of the guys. “Do we want to go talk to them?” Seungkwan looked at Seungcheol. Thinking for a minute about what to do Seungcheoul decided why not.

Jihoon and several others didn’t hear Seungcheol’s decision but when they saw some of the group start heading in your direction they scrambled to catch up.

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“Guys that was amazing!” You exclaimed raising your hands above your head. “We know (Y/N) we are professionals after all,” Gav said with a smug grin. Shushing Gav you smacked his shoulder.

A cough caught your attention and you turned around to see the thirteen guys who were sitting at the picnic tables before. “Hi!” You smiled giving a small wave. You didn’t realize that most of them didn’t speak English, but they understood the gesture. Two boys walked to the front and introduced themselves.

“Hi I’m Joshua,” said a guy with light brown hair. “And I’m Hansol,” said the guy with a beanie before gesturing to the rest of the group, “and we are SEVENTEEN.” They all did their bows and you had your friends on either side of you. Smiling you introduced yourself to them and each of your members as well. “We are an acapella group called (y/g),” you said which you noted that the one named Joshua started translating.

Chan poked Hansol. “What if Wonwoo could do that whole base part too like that tall blonde guy!” He chartered excitedly gesturing to Jared.

Confused Jared asked Joshua what Chan said. “Oh, Chan just thought it would be cool if one of our members could do what you could,” Joshua said giving him a smile. You couldn’t help but smile at the whole ordeal. “Jared would you like to demonstrate your talent?” You teased the tall boy knowing that he would. “Gladly.”

Wonwoo got ya led to the front by Chan so he could watch closely. You couldn’t help the giggle that passed your lips as you watched the person you guessed as Wonwoo smack the younger male’s head.

Stepping to the side you walked to Hansol. “It’s actually pretty funny meeting celebrities like this in broad day light. But I think it’s funnier that you guys happened to stop and watch our performance,” you glanced up at the tall male. He smiled down at you before watching his members interact with your friends. “It’s always cool seeing the talent that can happen. We were just lucky enough to be passing through,” He gave you a soft smile that made your heat go to your cheeks. You hoped he wouldn’t notice, but he did which caused him to smirk slightly. “Your group is really talented though,” he said earnestly which you couldn’t suppress the smile. “Thank you.”

“This might seem random, but Chan, our youngest member,” Hansol nodded in the excited boys direction, “really wanted to talk to your group before you guys left.” “Well that’s really sweet of him and all of you for taking time out of your day to come talk to us,” you said enjoying the group dynamic of everyone.

You laughed as you observed various members of SEVENTEEN teach your small group dance moves and how your group taught them to make various tones and pitches to fit a more electronic voice style. It was even better when you saw the vocal unit try to match Adam’s high pitch singing.

“C’mon! I don’t want to be left out!” You laughed as you dragged Hansol behind and into the mess that were your two groups.

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prompt: both work at the coffee shop and talk sometimes but that's enough to make each of them fall for each other. one day business is slow so richie and eddie get some coffee and have a mini date in their own job!! boom then they're rlly in love and they all live happily ever after - for anonymous

written by: Alexis | @quixoticquest

read on AO3

“I’m sorry ma’am, the peppermint bark latte is a seasonal drink. We don’t serve it until December.”

“What? Are you kidding me?” The woman across the counter levelled an incredulous glare at Eddie, as if he had spit in her face instead of reporting something he thought to be very reasonable. “I drove all the way here and you don’t have it?”

“We don’t. It’s a holiday drink,” Eddie answered, clinging to the scripted explanations that usually worked on perfectly rational customers. Who the fuck wanted a hot mint chocolate coffee in the summer anyway?

This woman, however, was anything but rational. “Can’t you just grab some syrup from the back, or whatever the hell you use to make it? It’s not that hard to flavor a latte.”

“We don’t have what we use to flavor it, ma’am. Since it’s, y’know, June?”

“Don’t get fresh with me! I know what month it is!”

“Then you should know we don’t have any fuc-”

“Whoa there, amigo.” The edge in Eddie’s voice died off as his coworker sidled up next to him - as if there was any room in front of the POS for two. “That’s no way to talk to a customer as lovely as any other.” Smooth as you like, Richie took over, laying it on thick. “No worries, ma’am, we might not have peppermint bark, but I’ll tell you what we do have - mint, and mocha. I’ll whip you up a latte with both and you won’t even know the difference. We don’t have the peppermint flakes to sprinkle on top but I can do chocolate shavings. Whaddaya say?”

For a tense moment, they glared between the three of them, The Good, the Bad and the Ugly style. Eddie wasn’t sure where he and Richie fell but he was pretty damn certain this nuisance customer was decidedly the Ugly.

“I guess that’s fine,” she finally grumbled, leaving Eddie to wonder where that grudging acceptance had been when he was dishing out facts.

“Awesome! Eds here’ll ring you up for that. You want any whipped cream?”

“Just to melt into the latte? No thank you.”

The awful woman passed over a wad of bills and moved on to the pickup counter without even dropping her change in the tip jar. When no one came through the dinky door at the front of the shop, and no one to the register, Eddie took up the flimsy plastic sleeve of hot cups Richie had been using to stock up, before he swooped in to save the day.

“I could have handled that,” he mumbled next to Richie as he shoved cups into the rack, unable to use his normal volume with the Peppermint Bark Bitch within earshot.

“You could have,” Richie exclaimed, nodding enthusiastically, squirting equal parts mocha and mint into the steaming cup in his hand. “You would have cursed her out and it would have been glorious. I might weep hot tears of joy just thinking about it. But also, like, you probably would have gotten fired, which isn’t so glorious, ya know? ‘Specially since I’d be so lost without you.”

Richie winked, and topped the dumb latte off with a sprinkle of the aforementioned chocolate shavings, before passing it down to the pickup counter. Eddie stood there, hands planted on his hips, frowning - doing a very good impression of someone who didn’t get flustered at the mercy of one stupid wink.

With that awful woman on her merry stupid way, the rest of the shop appeared exceedingly empty. Four o’clock on a weekday in the summer wasn’t the most prolific hour for a small town coffee shop, with lunchtime passed and the morning rush long over - which meant all they could really do before their shift was over, was clean and restock until someone else came in.

When it came to maintenance, Eddie always worked faster than Richie, wiping down the machines and filling the cups and lids like a champ - while the dumb brunet spent ten minutes at a time with a rag in the pastry case. Depending on how long they had been there, he may or may not start whining too. Whatever the reason for Richie’s shitty cleaning ethic, though, he made up for it in spades with his customer service. How he got through the full five or six hours without throwing a piping hot cup of coffee in some asshole’s face, Eddie would never know.

“This is boring,” Richie huffed, already whining as he crossed his arms leaning over the counter, where the orange afternoon sun set all the muted browns in the wood and his hair and apron to sepia. “I dunno why mid shift has to do this. Night shift does a whole fucking sweep of the place and God knows only the truckers and drunks are gonna be in here then.”

“Maybe food service isn’t for you,” Eddie mentioned, just barely managing to keep the smile from curling in the corner of his mouth.

“You’re right.” The four-eyed brunet sighed as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders (he didn’t), spinning to perch the other way, with his elbows balanced on the counter. His voice took on a soulful southern twang. “Mama always told me to get outta this one horse town. That I was born for the stage. That we’re all born superstars. She’d roll my hair, and put my lipstick on, in the glass of her boud-”

He got a face full of coffee-soaked rag, courtesy of Eddie. “Those are the lyrics to Born This Way!”

He didn’t realize he was staring until Richie transitioned entirely, hauling himself up to stand straight, for once.

“You don’t belong here either,” he mentioned, pointing a finger toward Eddie’s chest. “I’d peg you for a lawyer, but I’m not sure that mouth of yours would fly with the judge.”

“You’re one to talk,” Eddie retorted. Truthfully, he didn’t know what he wanted, or where he wanted to be. Just that this job payed a little better than minimum wage, included tips, and would hopefully get him somewhere better, someday.

He could think of one thing he might want though, glancing sidelong at Richie, aimlessly tidying the display next to the counter. And he didn’t even have to pay for it at all.

“I can’t really think of anything else to straighten up,” Eddie admitted eventually, rubbing his teeth over his bottom lip as his gaze trailed around the service area.

“You know what that means. Break time!” Spinning on the heels of his worn-out Chuck Taylors, Richie yanked a plastic cup from the stand - indication enough that he was going for his usual frozen favorite. “I’m making myself a drink.”

Suddenly, spurred by his presumption, an absurd idea came over Eddie. Without really thinking, he came forward and snatched the cup out of Richie’s hand, with all the gusto of someone following through with a concise course of action. This, however, was anything but.

“I know how you take yours,” he finally said, his mouth working at the same speed as his brain. “Bet I can make it perfectly.”

Richie blinked for a way too long second, long enough that Eddie’s blood started rushing with the weight of how stupid he was being. But finally, the idiot’s face took on a look of mock judgement, and he crossed his arms with put-upon petulance.

“Alright, Edspresso, do your worst.”

Calm again, and set to task, Eddie set the cup down on the prep counter and got to work. “A large caramel mocha frappe, no espresso,” he explained, narrating his actions with a dramatic roll of his eyes as he shovelled ice, milk and syrup into the blender. For a few seconds the tiny coffee shop filled with the buzz of the spinning blades, and Eddie remained silent until the noise settled, along with the thick concoction.

“Caramel drizzle around the cup,” he continued, demonstrating just so (with expert drizzling skill, if he did say so himself). He poured the frappe mixture into the cup, and darted away to grab the whipped cream can out of the ice bin. “Extra extra extra whipped cream, and to top it all off, caramel and chocolate drizzle.”

When all was said and done, with the dome lid capped over a mountain of whipped cream shooting out the hole in the middle, Eddie presented drink and straw to Richie, smiling rather smugly.

“In short, a diabetic coma waiting to happen.”

That familiar, toothy grin split onto Richie’s face, and he slow clapped for Eddie (a ridiculous gesture that definitely didn’t have him several sorts of secretly flattered).

“Well how ‘bout that.” The frappe passed from Eddie’s hands into Richie’s and he took a sip off the straw, indulging a few lip-smacks, wafting the cup under his nose as if it were wine. “Not bad, Eds, not bad. Your top drizzle is a little sloppy but I know the nozzle on the chocolate is fucked. Solid nine and a half.”

“Oh buzz off, Richie.” Eddie made to jab the idiot in the ribs but Richie was too fast, side-stepping with all the grace of a gangly newborn horse. The idiot then set his frozen confection on the counter, and plucked out another plastic cup.

“Now for you.” Winking again, Richie bopped the cup against Eddie’s nose, but was gone before the shorter brunet could protest - and the potential of Richie knowing how he took his coffee was just too great to resist, and so he clammed up.

“Medium iced hazelnut,” Richie began easily, with the tone and air of a proper English butler whilst shovelling ice and squirting flavoring. “Little less ice. Two sugars, two skim, two shots of espresso - which is probably why you’re so wound up all the time, but that’s none of my business.”

A sprinkle of sugar here and a spot of milk there and he filled the rest of the cup with coffee, gave it a good mix, and snapped a lid on before finally offering the drink to Eddie. “Short and sweet, just like you.”

“Wow, thanks,” Eddie mentioned, almost tightly as he took the coffee out of Richie’s hands, lips twitching as he fought yet another smile. Judging by Richie, who couldn’t resist a smile, he probably thought he had done a fantastic job. And to some extent, he had.

“But this is my morning order,” Eddie declared, closing his lips over the straw for a sip anyway.

Richie’s face fell. “What?!”

“Two espresso shots in the afternoon? Are you fucking nuts? My heart’ll give out.” Eddie rolled his eyes and scoffed. “If I get iced coffee later in the day I ditch the espresso and go one skim. I might even get a small too.”

“Well that’s not my fault! Sorry I don’t know the inner workings of your complicated coffee regimen!”

“Shut up, you dumbass,” Eddie griped. Before his lips could stretch too much, he took another sip, effectively quelling any inclination to smile. No way he was going to let himself finish the entire caffeine-pumped drink, though. “Besides, you were technically right anyways.”

Richie seemed satisfied with that at least, taking a moment to lick off the whipped cream puffing out over his cup. Eddie watched him for a moment, out of the corner of his eye. Even if his coffee hadn’t been completely right, there was something sort of delightful, knowing Richie had noticed enough to get his usual order down like that. All those mornings on the way to class, when Richie was scheduled and Eddie wasn’t. Busy with the regulars, and still managing to remember all those details.

Eddie could only wonder if Richie remembered them for all the same reasons.

“Hey, can I try?” Richie asked all of a sudden. “I’ve never had hazelnut before.”

“I thought you didn’t like espres-” Without warning, Richie’s head loomed down and close, and just when Eddie thought he might steal a sip from the straw, he shifted forward instead, slotting their lips together.

Richie’s mouth was cold from his frappe, and his breath tasted like mocha more than it tasted like caramel. Eddie blinked for a few endless seconds, heat creeping up into his ears and cheeks, until his friend and coworker finally slipped away - still bent at eye-level.

“Well hey,” Richie murmured, voice low as his dark eyes glinted behind his thick glasses. “Hazelnut tastes pretty good.”

Eddie shoved his hand up into Richie’s face, heart pounding as the idiot yelped and stumbled back. They calmed down just in time for the bell to tinkle over the door, and work and routine resumed in the little coffee shop once again.

Tagging: @princesass-theresa @r-u-reddie @stellarbisexual 

[aotopmha]

Attack On Titan Chapter 111 and 112 Thoughts

Chapter 112 had different framing compared to what it seemed to have when I first saw the spoilers.

But first I'm going to look at chapter 111 for a little bit.

The tl; dr version of chapter 111's ideas is that regardless of what the past was, the ultimate way to escape the cycle of revenge is essentially to act like adults about it.

Basically, the way out of this is to fight injustice, but with control and the goal of stopping any further violence, something demonstrated by the whole scene with Gabi, Mr. Braus and Nikolo.

I love Mikasa and Mr. Braus so much in 111 because of this idea.

The chapter has a great use of the flashback Mikasa had a few chapters ago about Eren's reckless actions as a child. Mikasa is acting the opposite of it in 111 and stopping the problem with as little bloodshed and as few reckless actions as possible. Her actions are completely controlled and mature, which is great growth when thinking about how she acted as a soldier back in Trost and just to add a little bit of 112 in here, it's actually specifically a great way of showing her character-specific growth. I'm so happy Mikasa is getting some love.

On Mr. Braus' part, what would killing Gabi do except just add another corpse to the list? This situation isn't about her position as a warrior candidate, it's about whether to get revenge or not and Mr. Braus chooses not to. Sasha was a soldier and so is Gabi, both were hunting each other in a forest and Sasha was the one who was killed. So he decides to not kill back because in the more human sense, it wouldn't solve anything, even if it later on could lead to a similar outcome for him as for Sasha. He chooses to be kind instead.

Here, I once again think about the clumsy Jewish analogue the story uses. Much of the weight of this goes away if you think about how the Eldians supposedly had an empire and were the oppressors once. This analogue just doesn't work because the Jewish people have been victims for most of history.

I don't think this is something intentionally mean-spirited, rather just a clumsy, not very thoughtful analogue that is at odds with the "cycle of revenge" themes of the story, but perhaps it's not and this "clumsiness" is intentional?

Looking at chapter 112, we just don’t know the truth. All sources we have are vague. Kruger says the blood tests determine everything, but in chapter 112 we learn the Marleyan researchers actually barely know anything themselves. Kruger said that they don't know everything, as well, but questioning what is true and talking about ignorance is this chapter’s focus point. The story goes out of it’s way to add that most of this information might not be definite and to later confirm it’s all true would be unsatisfying and anti-climactic. 

(Hey, Eren, if the Marleyans barely know anything, maybe, just maybe, the info you have isn’t very reliable, either. Especially since the Ackermans literally rebelled against the king.)

Now, what if the history we know from Marley is even more exgaggerated than we think it is? Because that is definitely in line with the Jewish analogue. It's essentially propaganda across hundreds, even thousands of years that made the Jewish people a target of hatred.

Perhaps the Eldians were just a regular people just like any other, rather than some massive empire or perhaps it's the power of the Titans that lead to them being corrupted because it gave them power? That would appropriately make them very human victims and any misinterpretation of history within the story appropriately human because history is often interpreted in a way to fit the agenda of a specific side. Grisha's perspective and Marley's propaganda both interpret the same history with no nuance whatsoever and in a way to support their goals.

So, chapter 112 once again addresses the series' ideas about ignorance and knowledge, to the point where it's even literally called "Ignorance" and the panel with Eren above makes me extremely happy because it's also addressing the Ackerbond reveal and the potential problems I have with it, hopefully. It really bothered me when I first read the spoilers for the chapter, but what Eren says probably isn't true or is at least put in a way convinient to (as I believe) Zeke because the Titan researchers of Marley have very limited knowledge themselves. The effect of the memories on the person probably isn't as extreme as Eren assumes it is (but still exists and since Eren has so many different memories it could be actually influencing him much more than Armin) and what he said to Mikasa is probably at least partially untrue (and hopefully the untrue part is the part about robbing the person of their will, I went into why I very massively dislike that idea here and the story itself disapproves that idea multiple times, but it actually being true would be a mess).

My take here is that Zeke has Eren right in his palm and Eren's the one being manipulated.

I also wrote a post about Eren before the chapter release thinking he was pushing his friends away to protect them/make sure they don't miss him because he's planning to sacrifice himself, and I think this is still a likely possibility (at least still might be a part of why he's being an asshole), but here I'm leaning more towards him doing it because Zeke convinced him his connections to others take his freedom away (or something like that), which is something I think these panels convey:

He's so frustrated with the situation they're forced into that he is basically turning into someone similar to his enemy: someone who uses the freedom gained by being powerful to hurt others, rather than help them and I feel like it's at least partially Zeke's manipulation and partially because of the details about the Titans he learned from his memories, which essentially say that they're not free.

It addresses a potential hole to fall into in the fight for freedom and again, brings in the idea of becoming what you fight/hate.

Younger Eren really hated people who took away others' freedom. It's why he could kill the slave traders so easily - they were monsters, not human to him.

It's still not a 100% definite perspective, but regardless, I'm happy to finally have something elaborating on Eren's current perspective.

I enjoyed the thematic substance of these chapters a lot. Chapter 111 continues Gabi's development in a very gradual way (something I felt would happen, but could end up rushed when she and her potential arc was first introduced, she always seemed the type of character to be introduced to be developed, the question was how gradually), I also thought the rift between Eren, Armin and Mikasa could potentially feel unnatural, but, for now, it doesn't. I'm pretty sure Eren is being manipulated and he needs to be smacked in the face before he does something stupid with horrible consequences. I also suspect he won't be smacked before he does something horrible because that's a narrative path that seems logical to go for, but stopping him before he does it is more likely now than it was in the previous chapter because he at least confronted Mikasa and Armin and that might matter.

Now I'm also pretty sure it'll be revealed that all humans can turn into Titans and the real truth could definitely be pretty different from what we know.

This was some good stuff, and once again, I'm looking forward to how it all ends.

[firesoulstuff]

True Love’s Kiss (Part 2)

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16213211/chapters/37982033

“So this is where you found him yesterday?” Mick asks as the three of them near the top of the last staircase in the West Family Boarding House. He was a little surprised when they ended up here, if only because Joe West is known for being a little, and understandably, cautious with clientele. But, he supposes Constantine isn’t the worst nutcase to ever roll into town.

“Yeah, right here.” Haircut says; pointing to the door they’re coming up on. He knocks once on it but there’s no answer. “John?” He calls but again nothing.

They don’t have time for this.

When Ray moves to knock a second time Mick reaches forward and turns the knob, which opens.

Maybe he should’ve let Ray keep knocking.

The door opening is met with a mix of shrieks and curses, not to mention shrieked curses, and Mick spins fast as he can to advert his eyes.

“Good God!” Pretty shouts, turning to advert his eyes as well and nearly smacking into a wall.

“Ray?!” A voice, that belonging to the woman in the room, demands.

“Zari?” Haircut splutters, and Mick just knows he’s still looking.

“What are you lot doing back here?” Constantine demands, sounding only mildly annoyed by the sudden intrusion, though Mick doesn’t dare take that as a signal to look.

“We came for you!” Pretty answers; also still staring at the wall.

“Why?” Constantine asks, “I told you where you’re friend is-”

“And now you’re gonna help us find him.” Mick interrupts, “We’re not getting out of there alive without a magician, and you’re the only one of those around here. So get dressed, both of you, unless you want to go walking naked through the forest.”

“Why do I have to-?”

“Because I said so,” Mick cuts Zari off. Despite the circumstances of running into her he is grateful they did, they’re going to need someone other than him who’s half decent in a fight, and it won’t hurt to have another sane mind around to defuse his housemates and Constantine.

Though, with Zari, betting on her helpfulness can be a gamble.

Oh well, the more hands he has the smoother this will go, and the sooner they can get home with Snart and welcome Sara back to the land of the living.

Amaya can’t help but to smile at the sight of Jax, curled up at Sara’s side in the way he spent so many nights back when she was first cursed.

“It won’t be long now,” she says, setting a candle down on top of a nearby stool.

The boys have been gone all day, and bless Jax’s heart he spent the entire day trying to make sense of Mick’s woodworking tools, so that they’ll have something to sell in town this week.

He looks up at her words, watching her carefully while she lowers herself to the ground and she can’t help but to chuckle. Once she’s seated next to him he returns his attention to Sara’s sleeping form, his eyes trained on the rise and fall of her chest.

She frowns as she takes in the sight, how broken, lost, and hesitant Jax looks; too much so for a boy his age. He’s lost so much in his short life. First his parents, then his sort of adoptive grandfather from what she understands, she never knew him. But from what Sara once said that man had been a saint, taking her in after the deaths of her own family. Once he was gone she couldn’t abandon Jax, barely six at the time, and so their little family of misfits began. He looked up to Leonard too, from what she’s heard, she’s never met the man; but hopefully that will change.

Seeing Jax still appears worried she glances around the dim cottage for something, anything, to lift his mood; and smiles when she finds it.

“She’ll be impressed with all the lines on that post,” she muses, taking the candle and holding it to illuminate a nearby wooden support of the house, one with various lines etched into it courtesy of a slew of different knives; every one of them a marking point for Jax’s height.

The boy smiles at her with pride, and a hint of wistfulness, not yet ready to raise his hopes that not only will the boys actually be returning with Leonard, but that he will awaken Sara.

“Before we lived here,” he starts, “She measured me on herself.”

“Is that so?” Amaya asks, happy to indulge him in a happy memory.

“Yeah,” he beams, “She’d tell me to stand in front of her then she’d put her hand on my head, and when I moved away she’d tell me ‘ok, you’re this tall!’” He explains, straightening up and pressing the side of a flat hand against his stomach to demonstrate.

Amaya snorts a laugh; she can very easily picture Sara doing such a thing in the absence of a permanent place to mark her surrogate brother’s height.

“Well it’s a good thing she found this place,” she remarks, “By now you’re nearly tall as she is.”

Jax smiles at that, his cheeks glowing with pride even in the limited light. Amaya hopes he’s too caught up in it to notice the wistful frown on her face, her hand sliding over her belly to sooth her child’s kicking within. The thought of something happening to her one day, of closing her eyes one minute and opening them what she thinks is the next only to find her baby has grown up without her, is enough to make her feel sick. Jax isn’t Sara’s son, but still, for a time they were all each other had and he was so young in those days… it won’t be easy for her to wake up and find he’s already a teenager.

“We should get some sleep,” she finally says, and he doesn’t look particularly fond of the suggestion, but he nods anyway.

With a small smile Amaya places one of her hands on the stool with their candle, and then gratefully accepts Jax’s offered hand with her other; she is going to be grateful when she no longer needs help with acts as simple as getting to her feet.

Mick barely sleeps that first night.

They’re in the forest, camping out under the trees in a way that Mick once spent the majority of his nights. Back when it was just him and Snart, not a care in the world other than their next score.

How times have changed.

He’s up before the sun, not exactly unusual, and after rousing the others they set off for another day full of walking under the direction of John Constantine.

If Snart does turn up alive at the end of this, Mick is going to kill him for putting him through this.

“I’m telling you! The last time we were out here it was that way!” Pretty insists for what is probably the trillionth time, trying again to snatch Witch-Boy’s map.

“Then the last time you were out here you must have eaten some poison roots or something!” Their “guide” shouts back, and he isn’t wrong, though Pretty denies it.

The two of them keep arguing about the right direction to go in while Haircut and his friend keep avoiding each other, namely he keeps trying to bring up the scene they walked in on yesterday and she keeps avoiding it.

“So what’s your deal?” He finally asks the girl, after she’s brushed Haircut off yet again. “Never took you two for a thing.”

“Ugh, we’re not.” She practically gags.

He hums in acknowledgement, “You realize I’m taking about Haircut, right?”

She rolls her eyes at him, “Yes,” she levels, “And not that it’s any of your business but Constantine and I aren’t anything either.”

“Didn’t look like it yesterday.”

She gags again.

“But if you’re not,” he decides to say, “Why are you avoiding Ray?”

Though he won’t admit it, he does care. He’s seen Zari around before, she’s at the cottage a lot, usually while he’s out, but still. She and Amaya are good friends, and Ray, there’s something special between them. He’s never thought much on it, never would’ve called it anything greater than friendship, but if she’s avoiding him…

“Ray’s my best friend.” She finally says, looking him in the eye to confirm for him that there really is nothing romantic between them.

Still, that doesn’t mean there isn’t more than friendship.

“My oldest friend,” she continues. “Since we were kids, and when you know somebody for that long… he just wants what’s best for me.”

Ah, that makes sense.

“Wants you taken care of, you mean?”

Zari nods, “He means well,” she assures him, like she knows he’s already thinking about how he should have a talk with Ray. “He knows I can take care of myself, but at the same time he’s never going to stop worrying about me. I’m sure you can relate.”

“How’s that?” He asks, only mildly offended that she would ever compare him to Ray Palmer, and she snorts.

“Come on,” she says, “You have been hovering around Amaya the past few months.”

She has him there, which she obviously knows. He tries coming up with some kind of retort but he can’t, not before he hears the rushing of water that his, at which point his mind goes blank and the only thing he registers is Witch-Boy’s announcement.

“We’re here.”

Amaya curls her fingers, digging her nails into the wood of the counter. Her back has been aching for months now, but these little twinges down low are starting to get sharper. She looks out the window, at Jax still trying to make sense of Mick’s woodworking tools. Perhaps she should send him into town, just to be safe, but who would she send him for? Maybe Caitlin, though she’s been handling some family things lately and might not be around. Still, it might be worth a try. Then again, what if he doesn’t get back before Mick and the others? He should, but what if he doesn’t? He’ll want to be here when Sara wakes, and if things take a turn and she’s here alone…

She doesn’t want to think about that.

But another twinge hits her just then, dull and low, but there. She hopes Jax won’t resent her if he doesn’t make it back in time, but he should, and it’s better to be safe than sorry.

Putting down her knife she makes her way over to the back door and, only hesitating for a few seconds, she heads outside.

“Jax,” she calls, one hand resting on her belly as though to show him the problem. “I need you to go into town.”

“What?” Jax asks, voice a mix of scared and heartbroken. “But-”

“Please,” she cuts him off, and he must see the worry in her own eyes, because his eyes bug out and his gaze flits down to her belly. “Just go get Caitlin, or Iris, or whoever you can find who will help if we need them. I’m sure you’ll make it back before the boys.”

Jax nods frantically, jumping to his feet and starting to run down the path before doubling back.

“Wait!” He calls back to her, “Are you gonna be ok?”

She nods, “I’ll be fine, just go.”

He doesn’t look like he completely believes her, but he does as she’s asked.

Mick feels like an idiot when Constantine leads them into a cave behind the waterfall. All this time Darhk was hiding right here in plain sight, less than two days away from town.

Still, he can’t let on that he feels guilty about not finding it.

“Where’s Snart?” He growls and Witch-Boy snickers at him.

“Should be somewhere below.”

“Below?” Mick demands, “Below what?”

Witch-Boy opens his mouth to answer, or possibly tell him off, but he never gets the chance.

“Guys,” Haircut calls out, getting them both to look over at where he is by the very edge of the falls. “Maybe below here?”

He’s looking at a hole in the lower wall of the cave, a very deep hole just wide enough for a grown man to fit through. Thinking the same thing, Zari picks up a decent sized rock and tosses it down. They hear a thud, thud, thud, and then nothing. No smack of a hard landing, just more echoing thuds.

“Alright,” Pretty says, “Whose going first?”

Mick wants to suggest that he go first, if he’s so convinced someone should, but it’s his partner down there. So he stalks forward and puts one foot into the hole, then the other, and then he’s carefully inching his way deeper into the cave’s wall, hoping he won’t get trapped and die.

Then, suddenly, the rocky walls and floor around him grow slick and smooth, and they he’s sliding down into the depths of the earth.

[imagineclaireandjamie]

Adopted Daughters - Part Two

An AU in which Jenny turned Laoghaire over for shooting Jamie so Marsali brings Joanie along when she elopes with Fergus.

Part One

The ship rocked hard and Claire rolled into the wall of the top berth, catching herself just before she smacked her forehead. From Marsali’s groan below, she hadn’t fared as well.

There was a quiet murmur and further subdued grumbling from Marsali as Joanie slept on, buffered by her older sister’s body and her own smaller size.

Claire yawned and squinted at the small porthole window on the other side of the small cabin. It was difficult to tell whether the light coming in was the glow of predawn or unfiltered moonlight. The water could be incredibly reflective when there was little cloud cover and the moon was close to full. It didn’t matter what time it was. The sloshing of the water so close was triggering the need to void her bladder.

There was a trick to climbing in and out of the top berth without bashing her head on something or falling unceremoniously out and onto the floor. Claire was getting closer to mastering it. She rubbed her head where she’d grazed it on the lip that came down from the ceiling as she crossed to search for the chamber pot, praying the ship would stay steady long enough for her to pee without either falling over or sloshing the pot’s contents onto her bare feet.

She felt Marsali’s eyes on her as she ducked behind the small curtain in the corner that offered her a little bit of privacy. It was more unnerving to discover Marsali still watching her through narrow eyes as she made her way back to the berth.

When she got close enough, Claire saw the way Joanie was familiarly sprawled in the berth with her limbs thrown across Marsali and making an already cramped berth even smaller. It reminded her of when Brianna would crawl into bed with her during thunderstorms or after she’d had a nightmare. No matter how many times Claire would straighten Brianna out and shuffle her to her own side of the bed, she would always wake with a hand or occasionally a foot in her face and only an inch of space to call her own.

The memory had summoned a nostalgic smile, one that Marsali saw and resented. She took hold of Joanie’s limbs and rearranged them so that her sister was back on her side of the berth, then with her eyes still on Claire, Marsali resettled herself lying on her side with her back to the wall. Finally she draped her arm over Joanie though whether it was meant to be protective or to restrict the smaller girl’s movements as she slept was unclear.

Claire bit her lip to conceal her amusement as she successfully negotiated her way back up and into her berth. She lay on her back and smiled as she stretched her limbs to the full extent the cramped space allowed. There were moments when Joanie looked so much like Brianna had as a child… And then seeing her with Marsali…

Would Brianna have come to her bed seeking comfort half so often if she’d had Faith to turn to as well? Claire had never had a sibling of her own and so always had little experience to base her wonderings on when her mind drifted to what Faith would be like if she’d lived and how she and Brianna would have been together as sisters. Marsali certainly expressed a stubbornness that some would see as Fraser in nature but what was the underlying force driving that stubborn streak? For the Frasers, it was undeniably love, the need to protect those most dear. That’s what would have driven Faith as Claire had seen it drive Jamie, Brianna, and Jenny.

She turned her mind back to the sisters sleeping below her. What drove Marsali’s stubbornness? Was it the same as what had driven Laoghaire’s for so many years? That selfish need to have what she wanted and damn the consequences to anyone else, even those who depended on her? Laoghaire’s stubbornness in holding onto Jamie—not even to have him for herself, but to prevent anyone else from having him—had left her daughters in an incredibly vulnerable position. What would Marsali do if she ever had to choose between having Fergus and protecting Joanie?

Claire shivered and rolled over. Just because Joanie looked like Brianna didn’t mean they were entirely alike and the same was true for Marsali and Laoghaire. The girl might be Laoghaire’s daughter and have her hair and some of her attitude, but Marsali was her own person and it was up to her to decide who that was.

Marsali put the extra bowl of parritch in front of Joanie as she sat at the table across from Fergus. She hadn’t swallowed three bites before she felt the pressure of his foot on hers. She felt her cheeks go hot and lifted her eyes to meet his.

“Is there honey I can put on this?” Joanie asked, drawing Marsali’s attention away from Fergus. “It’s so thick I can hardly mix it and it doesna taste like anything.”

“There’s no honey and no like to be any till we make port in Jamaica in a few months’ time so ye’d best get used to it while there’s parritch at all.”

“If you ask Milady, she might be able to speak with the cook to find something that will make it taste better,” Fergus suggested.

Marsali used her free foot to kick Fergus’ off hers. He raised an innocent eyebrow to her glare.

Joanie looked up from the parritch sticking like glue to her spoon and caught the glances back and forth between them. “I think I’m done. My stomach isna fully settled yet from yesterday. Do ye ken where Da is?”

“He is indisposed. His stomach is not settling well either. Perhaps some fresh air will help you, though,” Fergus said with a look to Marsali. “There is not much to do aside from walk on the deck but I would be happy to go with you and answer your questions.”

“Can we, Marsali? Please? I didna get to see much when we came aboard yesterday. Ye had us below deck so fast and then we were barely up top again when—”

“Aye, Joanie, I was there too, was I not? I ken how it was and yes, we can walk about up top just as soon as I’m done with my parritch. I’m no so choosy about it as you,” she said in a scolding tone before taking a big mouthful to demonstrate her own willingness to adjust to their new circumstances without complaint. It tasted terrible and stuck to the roof of her mouth but she grimaced through the bite and managed to swallow.

She gave Fergus a small kick under the table when she caught him from the corner of her eye trying desperately not to laugh. He looked more triumphant than she did when she swallowed the last bite and he pushed himself up from the table.

“Shall we, mademoiselles?”

They made their way up onto the deck and started to stroll along the rail. Fergus was able to give explain the technical terms for some of the rigging and was relieved that his limited knowledge hadn’t been completely exhausted before Joanie’s interest in it. They’d come across Yi Tien Cho with a bucket of water and an odd looking paintbrush tracing unfamiliar characters on the boards of the main deck.

Fergus and Marsali left Joanie learning to draw the Chinese characters and continued on their way together, more alone than they had been since the final decision to forge ahead together had been made. There were several of the crew on deck busy in their own ways. There were some in the rigging tending to the sails and a few sitting and mending nets while others tossed the repaired ones over the side to test them and hopefully catch something to supplement their suppers.

Marsali slipped her arm through Fergus’ and leaned her head against his shoulder as they sidestepped the slippery mess on deck where the latest catch had been dumped. She felt the chuckle ripple through his chest before his kiss pressed to the top of her head.

“Were you as miserable last night as I was?” she asked. “I’d hoped to share my bed with you and instead I had Joanie kicking me in shins and smackin’ me in the face.”

“And what makes you think I will not do such things sleeping next to you?” Fergus teased.

Marsali laughed as they reached the end of the stretch they could walk and turned to head back. Joanie was on her hands and knees beside Yi Tien Cho, mimicking his movements with the long-handled brush.

“Though, I would take the kicks and the elbows and the hitting over the smell and the sound of Milord’s retching,” Fergus confessed. “One is bad enough but both together is enough to make my stomach sour in sympathy.”

“Poor Da. Is there nothing to be done for it?”

“Milady is giving him a special tea that is supposed to help but it does not stay in his stomach long enough to work yet,” Fergus explained. “But I am sure she will think of another way to help Milord.”

Marsali groaned. “Will ye stop goin’ on about her like she’s a saint? Ye ken she’s the reason—”

“Marsali, stop,” Fergus snapped. “I understand that you have heard things about Milady from your mother but what about the things you have heard from me, hmm? I knew her too and so did Milord. Have you not seen how happy he is now she is restored to him? Do you think he could love someone so awful as what your mother says? She is not a saint but she is not a witch or a whore either. And given what your mother did to Milord and how she speaks of me, she is not one to be speaking ill of others.”

Marsali pulled her hand from Fergus’ arm and stormed off only to realize they’d reached the far end of the deck again and needed to turn back once more. It was true that her mother could be ungenerous with her words and Marsali had told her so on many occasions—especially when her mother fell back to calling Fergus a son of a whore—but Marsali couldn’t help the way hearing other people say such things riled her up to defend her mother. And look at all that her mother had suffered over her years? Two husbands dead and buried, two mouths to feed and those lassies who couldn’t help with the farm the way sons would have. Another husband who at the very least sent money and didn’t beat her but who promises to leave her altogether when another woman comes along.

Marsali sighed and looked to Fergus who was standing waiting for her to rejoin him as she made her way back along the rail. Before she moved again she saw a flurry of activity past his shoulder and squinted to see better. He turned to follow the direction of her attention and hearing something, ran to the hatch and called down for help.

Looking back to the group, Marsali spotted Yi Tien Cho gesturing for people to back away. That was when she spotted Joanie’s legs. She wasn’t standing watching the commotion; she was lying on the deck. Whatever had happened, had happened to Joanie. Marsali ran.

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bUst...

[Gabe ? x Reader]

[Us (2019) Fanfic]

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Smut

A/N:  I said I was writing an Us fic, so here is my shot at it!  It’s inspired by an iconic kill from the film Halloween, so hopefully this is entertaining!

You sit up in bed looking through your phone for some quick celebrity updates on Instagram, but the reception is crap.  The old cabin Gabe insists on staying in every year for vacation smells of mildew, has more cobwebs than granny coochie, and is so far out in the boonies that your phone provider is forced to strip your phone down to its bare components to save data.  This is gonna be a long weekend.

Your bedroom door opens and your husband walks in.  Business up top and a party at the bottom, your husband loves his Howard paraphernalia and shows no shame in keeping those thighs on display with his booty short boxers, smirking like a kid playing hide and seek.

You set your phone down, rubbing your face and yawning.  “Are the kids down for the night?”

Gabe rubs his hands together walking towards you with a slight hop in his step.  “Oh yeah.  Quiet and safely tucked away.”

You sigh laying on your side and turning off your bedside lamp.  “Good and at a decent hour at that, I can finally get some shut eye.”

You close your eyes and begin to relax, pulling the blanket over you as Gabe’s weight moves the rickety bed further down toward the floor to join you.

“Can you move over a little more?”  Gabe asks, poking your back between your shoulder blades.

You groan as you move closer to the edge of your side.

“That’s not enough.”  Gabe complains.

You kiss your teeth, looking over your shoulder.  “Well I can’t scoot over anymore Gabe.  I told you to update this bedding situation before our trip, but noooo.  You’d rather share a twin size like usual.”

Gabe chuckles, shaking the bed.  “You have a lot of energy with that mouth tonight, huh?”

You mutter under your breath.  “I can give you more if you keep playing with my sleep…Did you lock the doors?”

Gabe sighs.  “Yes, even though no one, not even Snow White’s helpful friends, would be coming to bother us in the woods.”

“Good.  That’s all I ask when I agreed to this trip.  Safety, plumbing and electricity, and some peace and quiet.”

Silence falls over the both of you for a couple minutes, but you were still riled up.  Gabe plays so much, you can’t tell when he is being a crazy person or pulling a fast one on you.  Gabe keeps wiggling his legs back and forth restlessly, yawning out loud and smacking his lips demonstratively.  

“Gabe?”

“Yes, my dearest wife?”  Gabe says, rolling over behind you, pulling you close to him with one arm around your waist.  

“I want to sleep in peace.”  You say through your teeth.

“You don’t sound very peaceful.”  Gabe’s voice drops deeply, pulling the blanket down and rubbing his hand across your belly while kissing your earlobe.

“That’s because of you!”  You hiss.

“That’s cuz you are driving me crazy too.”  Gabe’s fingers find the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up slightly to trace the top of your panties.

You’re still riled up, ignoring his advances.  “How!  How am I the one driving you crazy?  I didn’t even want to be here, I’m not having fun at all!”

“Oh?”  Gabe’s says in a condescending manner, easing his fingers into your underwear.

You grip his arm, looking back at him.  “I’m being serious!”

“I am too.  You’re not having fun, so what’s more fun than sex in a different place?”  Gabe insists, kissing your shoulder while running his middle and ring finger along your folds, spreading your wetness along your clit with small circular motions.  

You feel a dip in the bottom of your stomach, widening your thighs slightly.  “You don’t take me seriously at all.”  You say softly, closing your eyes as your defenses being to slowly fall away.

Gabe nuzzles your neck, continuing his deed.  “See, you’re already more relaxed.  It’s been a minute since we got together, trying to plan this trip and all.  You’re tense, I get it.”

Your hips work in rhythm with his hand as your grip on his arm turns from protest to persistence.  “You don’t, but that’s ok for now.”  

You turn your head back to face him, kissing him deeply.  Gabe’s fingers dive into you easily, pumping in and out, making you moan into his mouth.  You reach between the two of you, sliding your hand over the opening of his boxers until you reach his hardened pleasure.  Gabe parts from your mouth to groan in precious agony as you wrap your hands around his dick, running your thumb around his head while your read his veins with your fingers like erotic braille.  His fingers pleasure your more vigorously as you wet yourself around his hand almost approaching your climax before he pulls away from you.

“Wait, why…”  You ask, missing it already.  Gabe answers you when he licks your sweetness off his fingers, long and slow, locking your attention in place.  

You knew what you had to do; when Gabe starts getting nasty like this, you don’t miss an opportunity to give into him.  You push him back, almost losing him over the side of the bed.  After a slight adjustment, you’re straddling him, rubbing your pussy along his dick in need of stimulation.

Gabe grabs your hips, eyes already starting to roll back.  “Ugh, work your magic for me, baby.”

You intended to.  You reach for the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down to his knees and he pulls his shirt above his stomach.  Just as you begin to pull down your draws, you freeze.

Gabe grabs at his member, pulling on it but looking at you with slight concern.  “Is something wrong?”

You put your hands on your hips, thinking.  “No, nothing is wrong, but...Gabe, I wanna try something different.”

Gabe tugs himself slower, sitting up a little.  “What do you mean?”

“Well, just piggybacking off of what you said.  We are somewhere different.  And I want to make memories in this place that are lasting, right?”

“Sure…”  

“So!  Why not make this really last.  Start things off with a bang!  Why don’t we...roleplay?”

Gabe squints at you suspiciously, taking his time to pull his boxers back up.  “Who do you wanna be?”

You crawl up beside him.  “Well, it doesn’t really matter WHO we are, just kind of...how you treat me…”

Gabe scoffs.  “I treat you just fine.  How many pillows have you torn open trying to bite back on your moans and everything, I’m doing great as the receipts show.”

“I know-”

“Like ‘Thank you, Cum Again’ good.  I can go more innings than a baseball game, ask about me.”  Gabe says clapping his chest.

“Babe!  I know!  I’m just saying, remember around New Years when the kids stayed at your parent’s place?  We got a little drunk and things got a little crazy.”

Gabe crosses his arms, looking off into space.  “Oh yeah.  The kitchen and living room was such a mess, we didn’t have time to clean up all the way because we slept so late.  Had to say a bird got in the house and we were trying to trap it.”

“Yeah!  But what really happened was you were all rough and tough, pulling my hair and telling me what to do and how you want it.  Baby, that was really sexy.”

Gabe licks his lips smiling at you with heavy lidded eyes.  “So you want that guy again?”

You nod excitedly.  “Definitely.  The kids are on the other side of the cabin, it shouldn’t be too crazy for us to try that tonight.”

Gabe leans over closer to you.  “So I could some woodsy guy who lives along until some wayward woman runs up looking for shelter.”

“Ooooh, yeah, go on.”

Gabe runs the back of his hand along your cheek.  “And you’re from the city, so you have a lot of opinions because you Google stuff on how to live rural but you really don’t know, so I show you…No!  Make you...”

You fake snarl and bite at his hand.  “That’s nice, let’s go with something like that.”

You kiss his face, rubbing his chest but he holds your hands away.

“Before we start, I have something I can get to set the mood.”  Gabe gets off the bed going to the door.

You look back at him confused.  “What?  We don’t need props.”

Gabe shrugs.  “No, but I think it will set things off.  It’s a surprise, so just hold tight.  Keep yourself warm for me until I get back.”  He winks before leaving the bedroom.

You sigh, plopping back on the bed in frustration.  Gabe likes to go above and beyond the call of duty.  You feel like shouldn’t have said anything at all, otherwise you’d be busting all kinds of nuts on him.  

A minute passes before you pick your knees up, lifting your ass to take down your draws.  Gabe will be taking them off soon anyway, so you just make the access easier for him.  You’re wearing one of his shirts, and it fits like parachute around you.  Anxiously playing with your fingers you let your legs part, feeling some tension in your core.  Once you got started, you had to finish things off, with or without him.  He should be back soon though, so like he said, gotta keep things warm for him until he gets back.  

You let your knees fall apart and pull you shirt above your navel.  You slowly reach your hand underneath you, breathing deeply when you feel how wet you are from before.  First touch on your clit makes you shiver; homegirl is definitely hungry for a meal.  

You work yourself slowly, closing your eyes in the darkness of the room, illuminated by the bright moon shining outside the window.  You imagine your hands are Gabe’s touching your lips, massaging your g-spot firmly.  

Biting your lips you open your eyes and catch something in your peripheral.

“Oh shit!”  You exclaim, taking your hand away and covering your face.  You laugh to yourself when you peek between your fingers and see your man’s silhouette standing at the door.  

“Gatdamn, you scared me!  Ugh, thank God it’s just you.”

He continues to stand there, covered in the shadows of the doorway.

You sit up, sitting on the edge of the bed.  “Did you see me?  You’re usually more vocal when I’m doing some sexy shit, so maybe not.”

He stands there, silent.

“You know what I was doing before you got here?”  You ask seductively, getting up and walking over to him slowly.  “I was...touching myself...thinking of you...touching me…”

You stand right in front of him, reaching to rub his chest.  “Oh, what’s this you’re wearing?  Is this the surprise you have for me?  You actually put on a costume.”  

You feel along the tough synthetic fabric.  It appears to be a all one piece, coveralls in the color red.

You giggle softly.  “So you’re playing the strong silent type, huh?  I guess a man of the woods all alone wouldn’t be social.  That’s fine, I can play along.  You just tell me where you want me...and I’ll be there.”

Gabe doesn’t say a word, staying in character.

You sigh, already growing weary of the scenario.  “Well, I wish you would’ve chosen something more easy to remove.  That’s why I said no props.  Let me help you take this off, Mr. Woodsman.”  

You reach his collar feeling for a zipper, tugging it downward along the length of his torso.  The sound of the metal parting fills the room as you pull it along his chest, belly, until you reach his groin.

Suddenly, Gabe’s hands grab your wrists tightly.  

“Whoa, wha-”  You exclaim.  You’re speechless as Gabe picks you up by the biceps, your toes dangling above the floor.  He grunts as he takes you toward the bed, tossing you across it.

You bounce, steadying yourself on the springs.  “Gabe, wow!  You haven’t picked me up in forever.  I forgot how strong you are.”

Gabe’s expression is hard, looking at you like a menace in his life more than a lover.  And you weren’t too sure, but his beard even looked fuller and more wild.  

Your heart begins to race, thinking of what he was going to do next.  You look down at his groin area and see he is excited too.

You get your bearings and sit up, reaching for his dick, looking up at him with a smile on your face.  “I think I know what you need.  I can make that nice and wet for you.”

You stroke him a couple of times, seeing his belly rise and fell more deeply from your touch.  

“Wow, just look at you.  I don’t know how you were able to keep that all in under your clothes.  Even your dick seems in character, all serious business down here.”  With both hands around the base of his dick you lick your lips, salivating at the thought of running your tongue along his shaft.  But just before you were about to, he grabs you by the jaw and pushes you back.  

You’re taken back from the roughness, feeling your face as you crawl backward.  Gabe’s expression is still gruff as he leans over you, grabbing your foot to pull it up and back towards your head.

Your jaw drops from his action, spreading you across the spread eagle style, your pussy his show.  You pull his shirt up to expose your breasts to him, rubbing them.

“Yes, this is all yours.  I’m ready for you Gabe.”  You moan, feeling yourself throbbing in anticipation.  

Gabe finally breaks his focus from your eyes to your core.  Gabe’s expression doesn’t falter however, and you feel confused, touching the very spot he is concentrated on.

“It’s begging for you, can’t you see?  Don’t make me beg, I need your help with this.  Make me feel better, baby.”  You whine, running your fingers over yourself, giving him puppy dog eyes.

Gabe looks back you, letting out a low grunt before hovering over your body, legs still in his grasp as he lines himself up against you.  You reach for him once more, helping to him inside of you.

You gasp as his head breaks through you, spreading your walls out as he slides in deep within you gradually.  You can’t put your finger on it, but something about it seems different.  You’re having trouble taking it more than usual.  Gabe was right, it had been a while.

You grab his hands on your legs, breathing deeply.  “Be easy, you’re stretching it daddy.”

Gabe snarls, curling his lip up as he pulls back, popping his hips into you with a sharp thrust.  You squeal at his static strokes, slowly pulling out and popping right back into you.  You weren’t used to this rhythm, but you loved it.  The surprise of all that dick filling you quickly made you laugh, with the sensual release of his length threatening an orgasm hovering nearby.

But soon his stroke quickens, no longer giving you the ease of a slow pump, but back to back penetrations juicing your pussy just right.

“Ohhh, Gabe...:”  You moan, gripping his shoulders as he works his ass off on top of you.  This red jumpsuit staying on as he fucks a nearly naked you turns on the pleasure sensors of your brain.  Gabe takes your legs, digging his fingers into your thighs as he angles himself above you to dig you out properly.   His grunts are unrecognizable, making animalistic noises every other stroke like a wild beast, almost barking.

“Fuck...me...ugh!”  You cry out, just before Gabe pulls out of you.  He drags you by your legs halfway off the bed before grabbing your arm to turn you around on your face.  His palms feel rougher than normal as they rub your ass and hips, giving you a firm smack.

Your head pops up in surprise.  “Oh!  Hahaha!  Yes, do it again, daddy, please!”

He does just that; you feel the heat on your cheek as it tingles from the sharpness of his hit.  You feel him poking around your entrance again until he makes his way in, roaring loudly.

His pelvis slams into you as he keeps a firm grasp on your hips, holding you firmly in place for himself as he gets every ounce of what he needs from you.

You sit up slightly in your arch.  “Please, pull my hair.”  You gasp desperately.  Without hesitation his fingers find your roots and tug just right.  Your neck cranes as he hits you from the back, reigning you in like a bucking bronco at the rodeo.  You imagine your ass bouncing against his clothed lower half, how wrong it was but how right it feels.  Your edge is coming closer.

“Oh shit, oh shit, you feel that Gabe?  Baby, that dick is wrecking me, fuuuuck.”  You whine when he takes his hand off your hair, grabbing your arms to put them behind you.  

You have no support, no control when he takes you there.  You squeeze around him tightly as you strain wanting so bad to fight it but it was too late.  You feel your wetness run down your legs as you curse his name into the mattress.  Gabe does something you never heard him do, letting out a guttural howl of his own, so loud that if it wasn’t for you losing your breath in climax, you would’ve told him to be more quiet.  You barely wanted to complain though if he was having as good of a time as you were.

At his third howl, you hear a loud bang that sounded very wrong.  Your arms drop as his hands leave your body, followed by a thud to the floor.  You turn around as quickly as you can, covering yourself as you see Gabe standing with a baseball bat looking at the floor.

“Gabe!  What is going on??”  You shout as your body’s arousal and adrenaline hormones fight each other.

He bounds toward you, bringing you into a hug.  “Are you alright?  Did he hurt you?”

You push away, not knowing what he means.  “What are you talking about, you were with me!”

He shakes his head, taking off his glasses to rub the sweat out of his eyes.  “I was looking for my axe and some old cowboy boots I found in the basement when I heard howling.  It got louder as I got here, and then I saw…”  His voice trailed off as he looked behind him.

Your heart races as you look in the direction behind him.  A body in red knocked out cold.

“Gabe….I thought he was you….”

Gabe looks at you flabbergasted.  “What!?  How could you confuse me with another man!”

You begin to tremble.  “He looks...just like you.  He never said a word, but I….thought it was you playing….”

Gabe shakes his head, coming to standing.  “I was downstairs.  I wasn’t here.”  He goes over to the body, turning him on his back.  And lo and behold, it looked like Gabe was lying on the floor too.

“You....really couldn’t tell it was me?”  Gabe questions further.

You shrug.  “I mean, he did a good job of-”

Gabe scoffs.  “Of fucking you??”

You roll your eyes.  “Is that the hill you wanna die on right now!  A fucking CLONE just came into our home!”

Gabe’s hands go around the back of his head as his anxiety picks up.  “How can this be?”

Just then, the window glass shatters.

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