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madhatterbri · 2 months

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A Demon's Grace | F.B.

Summary: I got a humour/fluff idea for Finn/Demon Balor x reader. Demon Balor isn't afraid of anything or anyone EXCEPT Finn and reader's 5 year old daughter who in his own words is "bossy, a know it all, a chatterbox and is a mini version of her mother". The demon and Finn's little girl love to complain about each other to Finn as well 😀. You can choose the little girl's name.

Author's Note: Changed this one from my other demon Finn stories. Basically, the Demon is it's own entity. He is able to part from Finn in his own free will.

Requested by: anon

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Taglist: @plentyoffandoms @theworldofotps @new-zealand-chic @mrsarcherofinfamy

"How was our little Grace today?" Y/N asked that night. The parents were lying in bed, laughing and recounting their day. "Driving her big Demon brother insane?"

"Oh, you know, the usual. A bossy, know it all, chatterbox that is a mini version of her mother," he answered and laughed. Y/N couldn't hide her laugh. His Demon side certainly didn't like her. Some days she swore he viewed her as the evil stepmother.

"Oh, do tell, and please do not leave out any details," she chuckled.

Finn kissed her forehead as she snuggled into his shoulder.

Finn smiled at his five-year-old daughter, Grace. While behind her little kitchen set, she talked about the events that took place at daycare that day. The proud father's heart swelled with pride at how smart she was. He sat patiently waiting for her to serve tea and food. As she continued talking, the Demon form of him groaned.

"Does she ever stop talking?" The Demon asked rudely. "You should get it checked out just in case we have to send it back to the factory for a new one,"

"She's five," Finn answered harshly. "She likes to talk,"

"What's Y/N's excuse then?" The Demon responded with a chuckle.

Before Finn could respond, Grace gasped loudly. The doting father ignored his demon side's blatant rudeness.

"What happened, sweetheart? You get a boo boo," Finn asked and sat on his knees to get to check on her.

"I have to start over," she informed them with an exaggerated huff. Through the window, they could see her dump the plastic eggs in the disposal.

"Burning fake food? She is her mother's daughter," the Demon mused.

Finn sighed and rolled his eyes. This was an everyday occurrence between them. Ever since Grace could walk and talk, they have pestered each other like siblings.

"Daddy?" Grace asked.

"Yes, sweetheart?" He asked softly. The Demon snorted at the nickname. There was nothing sweet about that cretin.

"When is Halloween?"

The Demon's happy demeanor suddenly changed. Halloween is the one day a year that the Demon could walk in public without fear or judgment. People loved his "costume" and even took pictures with him. The Demon loved the attention until Grace started to make him dress like Disney characters.

It started last year. Y/N liked to dress the family in cute little Disney costumes. Finn didn't mind it. He knew Grace wouldn't be this young forever. Eventually, she'll want to dress apart from the family. The Demon hated it.

Last year, they dressed as the characters from Frozen. Grace wanted to be Elsa, so Y/N was Anna. Finn would be Christoph. It wasn't until a week before Halloween that Grace wanted the Demon to be Olaf. After going back and forth, the Demon finally obliged. He insisted it was to keep the peace, but they knew he was afraid of her.

"Not for a few more months, darling. Do you know what you want to dress as?"

"Ariel and the Demon will be Ursula," she answered. Not a hint of this being a joke could be heard. Her tiny finger pointed at him. The Demon's eyes widened. The tendrils around his face moved from side to side as he looked between the father and daughter.

"I think that is a great idea, sweetheart. I will let your mother know tonight," Finn smiled. He purposely ignored the baffled Demon.

"I'm not doing it," the Demon declined the ridiculous offer. He was forced to watch all the Disney movies with her. He hated it. None of the villains ever won.

"Gracie won't be this age forever,"

"I've heard the noises coming from your room at night. We'll have another one of these things soon enough,"

"It's just one night,"

"One night is how we got stuck with her and I-," the Demon stopped when Grace was in his face. Her face was a bright red. Tiny arms crossed over her chest.

"What did you say?" She asked. Finn had to hide his laugh. The tiny five year old bullying a Demon that used to rule a kingdom of hell with an iron fist.

The Demon gulped. "I can't wait to be Ursula,"

Grace smiled happily and hugged him. "Perfect,"

Y/N couldn't believe her daughter made the Demon King fold so easily. "It is kind of quiet tonight. Do you think he's still pouting?"

"Nah," Finn answered with a smile. "He is probably in her room to read her to sleep. If I had to guess, she's probably sleeping in his lap as we speak,"

"I don't believe you," she scoffed. "When did this start happening?"

"Around a week ago. Let me show you," Finn urged. The parents left their bed and tiptoed to their daughter's room. They hushed each other before opening the door. Y/N covered her mouth to muffle the sound of her shock.

Grace sat on the Demon's lap as he sat in the rocking chair. Her favorite stuffed animal clutched in her arms. A blanket covered them both. They were both sound asleep. A soft snore left the Demon's body. A copy of The Very Hungry Caterpillar hung from his hand.

Y/N closed the door. "I think we should show them a picture of this the next time they complain about each other,"

#fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #wwe fic #wwe fanfic #demon finn balor #demon king finn balor #finn balor #finn balor x reader #finn balor fanfiction #finn balor x y/n

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gemini-sensei · 4 months

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HDJSHDH i need to know what happens with bad boy robby and his date with larusso’s sweet innocent daughter 😭

i imagine he picks her up at her house, driving a car he took from his mom and some flowers and chocolates he also stole, wanting to save what little money he had in order to pay for whatever they were gonna do.

it’s so cute to think of him getting all ready for a date like maybe ironing his clothes and spraying cologne 🥺

i think he’d either wanna go to a concert, arcade, or like a theme park or fair. all of these he’d want to impress her and show off. he’d buy them both some snacks and drinks to share, maybe a smoothie with two straws cus he saw it in a movie and thought girls would find it romantic. at the end of the date he brings her home and heads to leave but she invites him inside for a bit, they end up either watching movies and falling asleep together on her large comfy bed (maybe something else🤭)

thank you so much for answering all of my super long requests<3

I love your super long requests 💗 don't be shy to send more 😉

Robby would be the one to wanna pay for everything so he's scrounges up some cash to do so. Of course he steals the flowers and chocolates because the money can be used elsewhere. He wants to impress Reader and she's a rich Encino kid, so of course he has to do everything like a gentleman.

However, this is sweet, goth LaRusso!Reader. She doesn't care about money or what he's able to get her. One their daylte, she probably pays with her dad's card before Robby has the chance to take our his wallet. She doesn't care about the stereotype where guy pays for everything on the date. She just wants to have a nice, fun time with her date.

I thought they might go to a concert, but I love the idea that they go to a fair!

They totally eat fair food and sit at a picnic table while drinking a smoothie together. She totally finds two straws romantic, not that she'll admit it outloud. She has an air of gothic mystery to keep up, similar to his bad boy attitude he keeps up with. He definitely puts his arm around her while they walk around the fairgrounds, holding her close as he gives off that 'I don't care' attitude to everyone they pass by. It's actually so sweet.

They go on rides together where he holds her hand the entire time and they're laughing together, just having a nice time together. They spend the time waiting in lines talking about any and everything, just getting to know one another that much better. And cliche as it may be, they have their first kiss at the top of the Farris wheel 🤭 totally unplanned. It was just the perfect moment.

When the night is seemingly over, Robby is happy with how things are seemingly going to end. He takes her home and walks her to her front door, but then she mentions how she doesn't want the night to end and asks if he wants to come inside. He has nowhere he has to be, so he comes inside and they decide to watch a movie in her room. Her family aren't home, so there no one to bother them or bombard them with questions. She strategically told her dad that she was going out with friends and definitely not his new hire from the Auto Group.

It's sweet and innocent at first, but as they forget about the movie in favor of lip locking and gentle touches. Being that he wants to be gentlemanly, he doesn't touch past her waist but he does get some squeezes in. He can't help it. Her waist is so soft and squeezable 😏 so he has to at least get one in, which makes her gasp and their lip locking turns into making out.

They lay on her bed making out for what feels like forever before they have to part for air. She giggles when she sees her black lipstick smeared on his lips and she can't help kissing his cheek to leave a black smooch on his skin. And maybe a few more down his neck. Robby is not opposed to any of this and perhaps they get a little carried away with each other 🤭 either way, their night together is unforgettable.

#s1 robby #goth!reader #larusso!reader #robby keene x chubby reader #robby keene x reader #robby keene headcanons #robby keene smut #robby keene #cobra kai #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #gemini sensei

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twiixr4kidz · 2 years

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ok one final one….. Scott and da evil exes x reader…. Making out/falling asleep together headcanons!!! Thanks -💀🎀

ooh i like this idea!! i think it's funny that i said i'll write stuff about making out and i got like 5 requests LMAO feel free to keep em coming!!

scott pilgrim

he's an amateur, so you might have to guide him a little bit

tell him where you want him to touch you, what you're okay with, how you want him to kiss you

if need be, take the lead and show him exactly what you want

bite his ear and it's like he loses control

you'll pull away and he'll flop back, completely breathless

and then he'll crack a corny joke about how you "take his breath away" to which you'll lightly punch him and throw the covers over him

he'll get the hint and the two of you fall asleep to whatever movie you spent the entire time making out to

matthew patel

he's so playful and so teasing

he'll make little comments hear and there, tickling your sides making you squeal, right before taking your lips back in his and making you gasp into his mouth

he runs his fingers up and down your sides

one hand is always resting on your upper thigh

he won't ask for it that often, but sometimes he'll take you by the hand and drag you into an alley just to make out with you

his kisses will make you weak in the knees, but when you're in bed, that's not so much an issue

he'll place one final, long kiss on your lips before letting you rest

and he makes sure to tuck you in so you're all nice and comfy

lucas lee

expect heated makeouts on set whenever he gets a break

he yearns to feel you on his body, taste you on his tongue, even when it's the last thing he should be thinking of

one arm is pinned above your head and the other caresses your waist

they're a must on the days that he's home, and he'll take you far into the night just kissing all over your face

he kisses a line from your neck all the way back up to your lips, and then down your neck, chest, and stomach

rubs your back but not too hard, but enough to make them nice and warm

rubs your back while you fall asleep too; you're clutch to his chest while his hands wander up and down your back, waiting to see who falls asleep first

todd ingram

he's actually really gentle

soft, sweet kisses and blushing cheeks

his knees with buckle if you run your fingers through his hair

one hand is clutching your thigh and the other tucked around your waist

occasionally his hands will stray, and he'll draw little shapes on your legs and tummy as you pull away from each other

tucks his head into the crook of your neck and pulls you close to him, wishing for nothing more than to absorb you into his body and forever be as one

you fall asleep at the same time, drifting off with thoughts of one another as the only thing on your minds

roxie richter

so much tongue you're going to drown, but it's kinda hot

she's grabs at whatever naked skin you have, indenting it with his finger nails as a way to mark you up

hickeys are splattered across your neck and chest, maybe even your jaw

her leg is sprawled over yours and nudges you

just a little touch to the back of her knee and she loses it

you've unlocked a new side to roxie

she'll completely devouring you, taking in everything you give her and enjoying every minute of it

you're her's forever, and she's going to make sure of it

but when she's done, she's going to curl up into a ball like a cat, completely exhausted

kyle katayanagi

loves having you on top of him

smiling into kisses, chuckling at your advances, teasing you and the things you're doing

annoying but in a good way

makeout sesh every night he's over right before bed (and honestly, if you're dating him you should expect them all the time)

always tickles you when you're done, it's like a ritual or something

he's big spooning you as you fall asleep, and you're going to wake up with him on top of you

ken katayanagi

make out sessions with ken are something to savor

leaning into his gentle touches, he'll drive you up a wall

warm hands plastered on your stomach, your thighs, your chest if you so desire

kisses on your cheeks and neck, fingers holding tight onto whatever he's grabbing

expect to fall asleep in that position; ken sleeps like a rock and you're not going to move him

gideon graves

one word: rough

hands tugging on hair, tightening grips around your limbs, nails faintly digging into your flesh

his lips are on your neck, licking and sucking every possible spot just to make you flustered

yearns to hear you make at least a little noise

he isn't content until you do

he leaves lingering kisses on your lips as you curl into his body and fall asleep

it'll take him a while, so he'll just hold you and play with your hair until you're out like a light

#scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim x reader #matthew patel #matthew patel x reader #lucas lee #lucas lee x reader #todd ingram #todd ingram x reader #roxie richter #roxie richter x reader #kyle katayanagi #kyle katayanagi x reader #ken katayanagi #ken katayanagi x reader #gideon graves #gideon graves x reader #scott pilgrim vs. theworld #spvtw #💀🎀 anon

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abitterberryblog · 4 months

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TWOTM Emissa Corenius : An Over-Analyzation

Major The Will of the Many spoilers and random theories ahead !!

Okay, so when I first read The Will of the Many, I wasn’t reading properly, and I just kinda assumed that Emissa was just a kinda blandly written character in such a well-written world. That was, of course, until the whole twist thing. What I liked was that it wasn’t a complete 360, and that she didn’t end up as extremely bad, but flawed enough for me not to be annoyed with her existence, and for her to not seem like only a Mary Sue 'love interest' character.

The thing is, I don't think she is at all.

First of all, I’m starting this with an analyzation of her relationship with Vis, and her not-so-role as a ‘love interest’. Was it real? Was it fake? I think she eventually did grow to be fond over him after a while, but I’ve always known she was going to betray him somehow. Something about the vibes.

It all started with the glass of water at the infirmary. I know there’s a chance that maybe she’s just, idk, kind or whatever, but after the ending, I’m not so 100% sure.

Not only that, but Ulciscor constantly nagging about how suspicious he was of her. (Normally I'd pass it off as Ulciscor being obsessed and hyper-anxious about the mission thing, but this was Emissa, and that caught my interest.)

There’s a really fat chance that she was, somehow, working with Veridius. This does not mean that she’s evil or whatever, and I'm still trying to figure out of Veridius is good or not, but it does make her a lot more interesting and complex.

Towards the end of the Iudicium, Emissa uses Will. You can’t use Will during academy stuff without some sort of source, or somebody allowing to use it. It's simply not possible?? Veridius? He’s literally the Principalis of the academy, after all, and during the infirminary scene at the end of the book, its implied that the Principalis spoke with Emissa beforehand, when he says to Vis that ‘she’s distraught’ and tries convincing Vis to talk to her.

What I noticed in this book is that the author, James Islington, is very careful in what he keeps in the book. Details. Hints. No matter how small or useless they seem. There are MAJOR spoilers, but : Here's a funny example I found.

See? Everything is littered in little details to be explored upon later. Even something as simple as a background detail of Aequa flipping coins.

ALSO, and something that I don’t see talked about for some reason, is the fact that Emissa knows that Indol was planning to deflect from Military to Religion. Indol never told her this. He’s shocked that she knows. Guess who may know??? Veridius???? That's right!!!

The question is, why would Veridius tell Emissa this? No idea from me here. But something else during the Iudicium arc catches my attention, and it’s the fact that Veridius PRIVATELY tells everybody what prize they would get if they won the whole thing. As implied by Eidhin (after he cancels on the Iudicium thing for Vis’ sake), Veridius often tempts them with something they really, really badly want, and something that would drive them to want to win.

I’m surprised not many people talk about that scene where Emissa asks Vis for the Heart of Jovan in the Iudicium, so she could win. She’s upset by this, obviously, since she cries and stuff, but I notice that she says “I can’t let us get separated.”

When I first read, I assumed she was talking about Vis, but that wouldn’t make sense, since she basically stabbed him as he fell off a tower (?) like, five seconds later. And also, her and Vis being separated wouldn't be related to her winning the Iudicium, (unless she's in a scenario where she'll have to leave forever or something if she doesn't win, which isn't really likely), Which makes me wonder, who was she really talking about?

Hopefully, we’re find out in the next book. Someone she really cared about? Relative? Family member? Am I missing something? Will this be important?

After all, we don’t exactly 100% know why Veridius planted Vis near the Callidus-Eidhin punchy debacle. He obviously knew Vis would step in.

At first I wondered if he was trying to kick Vis out and expel him, which is probably more likely, but right now I’m running on four hours of sleep and I am high on theories.

I think I’ve read this theory somewhere on the Hierarchy subreddit, too, but what if Veridius planned this whole thing, not to expel Vis, but to plant Vis near the stables as his punishment, maybe for Emissa to keep an eye on him? Or woo him for secrets or whatever the fuck?

At the very least, whether Veridius did purposely plant Vis there for that sole reason, or as an afterthought after Vis worms himself out with the Threefold Apology, I do think that Veridius did make Emissa watch over Vis on purpose.

Otherwise, I think it’ll be a little random with Emissa just casually joining Vis to scoop horse dung, and I do not care how cool or attractive or fascinating he may appear, I still think it’s important. Hopefully? And why do I think so, you may ask?

I do not really think Islington deliberately wanted Emissa and Vis to be like, endgame, endgame. Like, The EndgameTM. Maybe Emissa was trying to get more information on him. I don't know. It’s plausible. Emissa is top of the academy after Indol, and besides Indol being of course the smartest (as told by Vis), Emissa is FAR smarter than most readers deem her to be. I don't think everything as simple as this. Emissa simply cannot be this blind and radiant and carefree. She isn't in a perfume ad. We've established, from the book itself, that twotm is LAYERS upon LAYERS and twist after twist.

First of all, I’m so sorry, but Emissa and Vis have like no chemistry (imo). They do have maybe like a teeny, tiny bit, but the thing is that Vis has more chemistry with LITERALLY every other character his age BESIDES Emissa. I know, I know, every writer isn’t perfect, but there’s something so suspicious about Emissa and Vis’ dynamic.

As mentioned once on a Hierarchy Series subreddit post, Emissa and Vis have a strange dynamic that is unlike the others characters. With literally every single other character/friendship/relationship that Vis is in, there are details of each interaction, each feeling Vis has with them, what they do, bla bla bla, snippets of the scene, dialogue, ect.

But with Emissa, it’s sort of just…speedran? Like, besides the whole Suus island romance debacle and theatrics, their interactions just sort of go…

“Emissa visited me in the stables and we talked. For a long time. She helped me. She's nice. Also, her eyes are really green.”

“Emissa sometimes studied with Callidus and I in the morning, sometimes not. Blablabla, she’s great and funny.”

“Emissa talked with me during Suus after noticing that I was uncomfortable with the politician people, blabla. ”

“Emissa and I trained together. In Three. Emissa helped me study. In Three. Wow, she makes me smile. Haha.”

Obviously, I'm exaggerating, but I'm definitely NOT wrong. Open the book and reread it. I DARE you to tell me I'm wrong.

See, there’s no real scene with them. Is it just me who noticed this? Just a time jump where Vis summarizes everything he did with her and how awesome and fun it was. There’s no way an author, writing a book with this much description and detail, just fumbles a romance by writing it like this.

NOT ONLY THAT, but even the CONFESSION scene isn’t anything as theatric as the rest of the book. Not even a SMIDGEN. Even the whole kiss can be easily forgotten. It’s not some dramatic confession. It's not romantic. It's not even sweet and heart-warming in that subtle, simple way. It's just a really lukewarm 'maybe i like you' and then boom, and it's over in an instant.

Vis mentions Indol and the secret that Emissa accidentally exposes of Indol, and then Emissa (suspiciously) changes the topic to how much she likes Vis and kisses Vis. And then boom, romance. A quick end scene, as if it wasn't ever important.

Isn’t it like, hella SUSPICIOUS? She changed the topic. Kissed him. Distracted him. And then the scene ended like it wasn't a whole Vis-Developing, Emissa-Developing, HUGE relationship moment.

Which, yeah, maybe she did like him at some point, but it sure as hell is convenient, isn’t it? I’m super invested in her character now, which is ironic because I used to not be able to STAND her because I just thought her character was just a really poorly written love interest.

I’m convinced Islington has the writer ability to write a confession/kiss scene much better, and much less random than that. Which means that I really don’t think he INTENDED to make hearts swoon. Just to distract.

Emissa is very fascinating, and few people acknowledge that, and I am EXTREMELY excited for The Strength of the Few to release.

#the will of the many #vis telimus #the will of the many vis #the will of the many emissa #Emissa Corenius #twotm #twotm emissa #twotm vis #james islington #this is my humble attempt in joining the teeny tiny twotm tumblr community #hierarchy series #hierarchy #hierarchy james islington

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crimeronan · 4 months

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Camila horror thoughts. In the horrifically fraught family horrors sense of the term.

What if Vee has specifically warned Camila about Hunter, told her all about what he specifically has done in order to give her a heads up, in a way naturally coloured by the views she has (not unreasonably) built up around Hunter because of all the stuff she's done.

So naturally she's got this wariness of Hunter that does not compute when she sees how genuinely caring he is with Luz even if logically she knows people can act remarkably differently in different contexts and none of it negates all the stuff he did with The Basilisks for Belos. But Camila is still pretty sure that Luz doesn't know, and is terrified that if she knew it might destroy something that she is desperately reliant on, her relationship with Hunter. It probably wouldn't, Luz could probably live with that since well horrible nightmare trauma soulmates and by Luz's standards she's done just as bad in a similar context but Camila and Luz keeping secrets for almost the exact same reason (to protect the people they love from horrors they are too insane to be affected by) appeals to me.

But the problem now arises, Camila's told Luz that she has adopted another kid, and Luz in the spirit of trying her best to reach out does want to see Vee or have her visit with Camila next time she comes or something like that since like, thats a normal thing to do on reconnecting with your estranged mother and finding out you have an adopted sister you've never met.

Vee, bless is not going along with that "don't tell Luz how horrible Hunter is since she is hopelessly codependent on him" bullshit at all. Camila knows that, Vee knows that. Camila knows she cannot ethically or reasonably expect Vee to not spill all of Hunter's darkest secrets to Luz in an attempt to ruin his life since, y'know all the stuff he did to her specifically.

For Vee the nicest most compromise-y thing she can do, is just never meet Luz face to face, and thats only because of her respect for Camila. But there's no way Luz isn't going to to notice or be concerned about this so there's this constant ticking time bomb of "when am i gonna meet Vee' since "oh she's off at college" isn't gonna work forever.

god this is all so good. i've been thinking about it since you sent this ask a few hours ago now. bc like. god. there's So Much....

i think you're 100% right that vee would try to stay out of things. she's like mama respectfully i'm ready to meet her IF i'm allowed to scream a lot of pent-up utterly unhinged bullshit but otherwise i think it's best for me not to be involved.

and camila is SUCH a bad liar. if she tried to say that things were fine with vee, luz would clock that something was wrong immediately. she obviously wouldn't jump to "she's from the isles" when there are so many more obvious conclusions -- maybe vee is jealous of luz for being the first daughter camila loved, maybe she's angry at luz for running away, maybe she's sick of luz monopolizing camila's time now when vee is used to having their mom all to herself....

regardless of what luz thinks is most likely, she's definitely like. Ah. I Am Driving A Wedge Between Them. This Is My Fault. On A Personal Level. Somehow.

and then on camila's end, that's even true to a point.... bc vee is getting increasingly more upset by the idea of protecting luz's feelings. i can absolutely see a very tired vee finally having the stress get to her & snapping, "why do you think she'll CARE?? she isn't going to care. even if she's as nice a person as you think she is, it's not like i'm a human or a witch. i'm nothing. she doesn't know how to care about people like me"

...there is, of course, a delicious and vicious irony in that. like. luz Very Much Does Know how to care about someone who isn't a witch or a human.

Oh God.

and then whenever luz meets vee, when it all finally Does come out.... i feel like it would sort of be worse for vee than anything she'd actually braced for. because luz DOES immediately care, she does act like it matters, she immediately wants to know everything and fix everything and make it all better, she immediately takes on all of the responsibility for everything the empire's ever done, she's so sorry, she didn't know, she would have done something, she can do something now--

--and vee is like well. HE knew. and he sure didn't want to help me!! even though i asked him to!! even though he KNEW WHAT THEY WERE DOING TO ME THE ENTIRE TIME

hunter has wisely remained quiet because he doesn't think he can really defend himself here. and luz has this moment of uncertainty and confusion, and then she looks at hunter's face, and for a second vee thinks that he's just going to straight-up deny it, but he doesn't. and luz seems to understand that it's all true.

and she doesn't look angry. or even betrayed.

and then she's trying to tell vee that hunter was always in danger when they were growing up, that there must have been extenuating circumstances that made rescue impossible, that he would have helped her if he could, that luz KNOWS he would have because he wouldn't just leave vee to suffer for no reason, that's not the kind of person he is,

and hunter is the one to be like luz. stop. she doesn't need to hear that right now. she can hate me. it's fine.

so vee's opinions on luz are like. 1) i hate that you're so nice that i look insane for being angry with you 2) you're a spineless coward who can't hold anyone accountable 3) you've fooled camila into thinking you're some helpless delicate flower by pretending to be sad when you DON'T care 4) if hunter is going to agree with me about anything then i should legally get to shoot him. just like once. i've never touched a gun or had any inclination to do so before today But I Should Get To Shoot Him .

camila's role in mediating this has mainly been to gently steer the conversation into more productive territory when it looks like it might devolve into panic attacks or violence from anyone involved. she's so fucking stressed by trying to keep things from coming to blows that there's like. no Way that she could do a professional-level job of Family Therapy Mediator.

god.

much 2 consider.

#MESSYYYY.#havent reread this but hopefully it is coherent. vibes.#replies #toh #princess luz au #camila noceda #vee noceda #luz noceda #hunter toh #horrible mindscape trauma pals #long post

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starythewriter · 4 months

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KLAS MIKAELSON X Y/N

ARGUEMENT.

TW: arguements, fighting, possessiveness, light smut.

I quickly stormed off after an argument with klaus. I didn't like the way he was treating me being so behind overprotective and for what? I thought to myself. As I stormed off I saw Elena, and just walked past, she followed me. As I sat in my car about to drive away, she appeared "are you ok?" She asked with genuine concern written all over her face. "I am. Now I have to go" I said driving away.

Befofe Elena could respond I was gone. I decided to head over to Stefan's although the idea of vampires at this point made me so upset.

I stormed instead pouring a glass of red wine. I saw out of the corner of my eye something move.

It was Stefan lurking in the shadows and probably cracking some jokes with Damon. "What's wrong" he said sternly looking into my eyes for an answer.

"Nothing" I said walking away.

Meanwhile: Elena's perspective:

I entered klaus's apartment seeing a mess all over the floor. I felt startled as he quickly appeared behind me. "What are you song here mortal" said Klaus. I looked back feeling threatened. "Just looking out for my friend what happened here?"

"None of your business. I suggest you move along now" he said sipping on whine with an egotistical nod.

"Klaus whatever you said or did really affected Y/

He smiled in the most creepy way possible "you think I don't already know that love...... I'm sorry but I don't care" he said with a smile avoiding his pain and emotions. Keeping eye contact before walking over to a window and staring outside.

"If you don't tell me l'll ask her"

"Well... it's a complicated matter actually. SHES upset because she thinks I'm over protective but... I beg to differ. I decline to such notion. I am simply

Looking out for what's best."

Said klaus making a statement as usual. I rolled my eyes "I get that but what exactly caused this?"

"Well... let's just say I got a little carried away when I noticed her being flirty and well she didn't like it so I kinda just went haywire."

"Seems just like you. Well, I suggest you fix that and stop being so paranoid" I said turning around to walk away before I could reach the door klaus stood in front of me. "Not a word about our conversation."

I gulped staring him

In his eyes "funy. I don't owe you a thing and let's get one. Thing clear if you hurt me she'll hate you forever and if you blackmail me well...I'm sure you won't forgive me so move" I said being bossy and walking away as klaus moved out of my way.

I opened the door ignoring klaus "wait" he yelled

"now be a dear for me and help me find her pendent in the after math it got lost... and let's just say it's quite a magical pendent and when disconnected from Y/N it can teleport"

"Klaus. Fine" I said as I slowly started to look around and moving paint cans, I moved wood that was on the floor, finding everybting but the pendent, paint, paint cans, wood, brushes, hair.

I scoffed as I was getting all dirty. Meanwhile klaus just painted. I saw a photo of him and Y/N.

"That's a nice sentiment but you should show it with your actions" which clearly hit klaus as he turned to me with a death stare. I didn't care and kept searching after a couple minutes I looked everywhere I double checked and even decided to look under tables, chairs, other rooms but couldn't find that pendent. I decided to head out.

"Where are you going?" Said klaus I quickly moved "to comfort my friend." I said before storming off.

Y/N's POV: walked away from stefan slamming the door as I walked into his room I found Damon.

"Why is this pretty girl walking around so anger?"

"Damon don't even" "Hey im just trying to brignten the mood" ne said being truthful with a hint of sarcasm.

I looked back at him seeing his sculptured face along with his muscles. I didn't pay much attention as I just stared out the window.

"Something with klaus?" He asked "yeah but it's not important"

"Tell me" he said softly walking toward me looking at the window with me. Seeing beautiful soft rain and bright green trees. I looked away

"just him being overprotective and taking it to the next level" I said annoyed

I decided to walk away, however he grabbed my hand. "Relax. I'll talk with him if you need me to" said Damon with a smile, I could tell in his eyes that he cared for me.

I decided to go down stairs. Seeing Stefan "Heyy you ok?"

"Yeah... it's just klaus being way too

overprotective" I said in a joking manner "ah" he said. I opened the door, and saw a car it looked so familiar it was Elena's... I was so beyond excited to see her.

Untill I saw klaus stepping out. I went back inside and hid.

"Klaus is here" said stefan. I quickly ran into his room. However klaus already knew what was up, however the door was locked. I stayed in a closest filled with a bunch of clothes.

Somehow klaus got the door open and found me opening the closet "we need to talk" said klaus sternly vamping me into Elena's car.

"Elena step out please" aid klaus elena got out heading inside. "I'm sorry... love.." he said. I was so surprised to hear him apologize so quickly l literally didn't have to say a single word.

I needed time to process things. "I shouldn't have done any of that or attacked Elijah."

I felt happy knowing that he was making a better effort. "Well... aslong as you promise to never kill anybody for me then, and stop being so overprotective the only time you need to worry about someone taking your place is when I'm getting fucked" I scoffed "awww such a BRAT.

Well love I have seen you get fucked by Stefan and Damond. Trust me l'd rip their throat out if it wasn't for you, but ever since you've been chained to this cock"

He said with stern words.

"Klaus... I may be yours but that's by choice" I said slowly planting a kiss on his neck "I love you so much tho." I said smirking we both kissed slowly getting into a passionate makeout session.

"Does the thought of me and Stefan really get you riled up?"

"Love... I just don't need his... fluids in your mouth... leaves a rather interesting taste" he said making me blush completely.

"KLAUS-"

"Stop being so dirty minded KLAUS" | said rolling my eyes. "You asked love" he said licking my ear.

"For the record you both taste... magnificent.

Next time I know to clean up before I allow you to kiss me" | chuckled.

"All im saying is. I better be your number 1. Or else we will have problems"

He said sternly being possessive. "Well if you keep railing me like you did the other night I'm sure there will be NO problems I said"

" now let's get back to your place. And you better not hurt anybody JUST BECAUSE YOJ THINK they are flirting with me or whatever. It's not like Elijah was eating me out he literally just talked about how he thought I was hot"

"And that's a problem. Your not his your mine"

"Ok whatever." | scoffed

The end.

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meet me at midnight

summary: new year's eve, 1983. a rooftop, an epiphany, and a kiss that changes everything

wc: 5k

ship: eddie munson x f!henderson!reader

warnings: underage drinking, mentions of drugs and smoking, mention of barb's death (rip queen), stancy (eugh), kissing, the reader being jealous and insecure and also kinda stupid.

a/n: writing stancy made me physically ill. i really do love nancy but i'm afraid i wrote her terribly ooc in this ugh. also, do i headcannon eddie as a saxophone player? yes, yes i do. why? no fucking clue. robin's favorite band is named 'blush' after maya hawke's first album.

meet me at midnight

December 31st, 1983

"Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree?"

You were inclined to, that's for sure.

Annie Lennox's voice booms throughout the house as you tuck yourself further into the corner you've managed to claim, a lukewarm cup of punch in hand. It feels like the entire student body of Hawkins High is here at Tina's party, bodies jostling each other on the makeshift dance floor and spilling down the hallway like an overflowing sink, even trickling outside onto the deck to smoke despite the frosty air.

You shift your weight from one heeled boot to the other and choke down a sip of your drink, wincing at the alcohol burning its way down your throat. Leave it to some thickheaded jock to make a punch that's almost entirely rum, you think as you abandon the solo cup on the nearest shelf and pull your sweater sleeve down to check the time.

It's not nearly as late as you'd hoped, the glowing green numbers reading ten-thirty, and you drop your arm with a sigh. An hour and a half before midnight and an hour and a half way too long in your opinion.

"Having fun?" Nancy's face is flushed as she squeezes her way through the dancing crowd to you, dragging Steve by the hand.

Absolutely not.

"Oh, totally!" Your smile feels so forced you're sure she'll notice and call you out but it never comes, both to your relief and disappointment; once upon a time you'd been thick as thieves, the best of friends just like your little brother and hers, before she'd ditched you for Barb and left you behind in the dust.

Barb, whose body lies in another dimension, frozen forever at sixteen.

Yeah, you're still processing that last part and you were there, standing beside Dustin as Eleven confirmed Nancy's worst fear, heart breaking for your former best friend as she cried into Jonathan's arms.

(Later that night, when everything was said and done and you were safe in bed with your little brother sleeping soundly across the hall was when you cried for Barb, too, a girl who was kind and innocent and undeserving of her terrible fate.)

Your relationship's been on the mend ever since but as much as it hurts to admit, you'll never be as close as you once were and Nancy's inability -or unwillingness, you think bitterly- to pick up on your unhappiness is only further proof.

"Wanna come dance with us?" She asks, oblivious, and you shake your head, crossing your arms to keep her from grabbing your hand because as bored as you are, being a third wheel would be even worse. You already feel bad for crashing their date by tagging along for the drive here, even though they both insisted on giving you a ride.

"Trust me, that wouldn't be pretty. Dusty says I dance like a school chaperone."

Steve bursts out laughing at that and it makes your heart do a little flip in your chest, even as Nancy fondly shakes her head. "Come on, you're not that bad."

"Oh no, I am." You wrap your arms tighter around yourself as someone opens the front door and lets in a freezing blast of air. "Seriously, I'm good. I think I'm gonna go grab some snacks."

"Try the snickerdoodles! I ate, like ten of them." Steve admits that last part pretty sheepishly and the way Nancy stares up at him with the most adoring look in her eyes makes you feel like you're intruding on something private.

You offer an awkward smile in thanks and with a tiny wave from Nancy, they melt back into the mess of bodies dancing along to Cyndi Lauper, leaving you alone once again.

For no less than the fifth time tonight, you wish Robin was here, not halfway across the state visiting her grandparents. While you might've lost Nancy as your best friend in middle school, you gained another: Robin had also been dropped by Barb and so it was only fitting that the two of you became fast friends, not just acquaintances that sat beside each other in the band's trumpet section.

(You miss Nancy honestly, you really do, but sometimes you think being ditched was one of the best things that's ever happened. You and Robin just click, two peas in a pod, and to you, she feels like the sister you always wish Nancy would've been.)

If Robin was here, she would've already made some quip about Steve and his coiffed hair, or Carol and the permanent expression on her face that made her look like she smelled something bad, or Jason and his attempts to impress Chrissy with his awful dance moves, and it would've had you doubled over in laughter.

She wouldn't let you wallow in the corner by yourself, an outsider looking in, both unwilling and unable to throw caution to the wind and just let go. But she's not here, so wallowing it is.

Being kind to yourself has never been your strong suit.

As if the universe is listening, mocking, a gap in the crowd grows just enough to give you a perfect view of Steve and Nancy swaying in each other's arms and you hate the bitter taste that suddenly floods your mouth.

You have no right to be jealous.

You've never admitted your little crush on Steve to yourself, let alone Nancy: how was she supposed to know? You're not even sure if it's all about him in the first place because sure, you think he's cute -you always have- but you get the same gnawing feeling watching Bradley spin Tina around the room in a playful waltz or Nate stealing a kiss from Georgina under the mistletoe still hanging in the doorway and you can barely tolerate either of those idiots.

It's all so terribly confusing.

Steve twirls Nancy under his arm and then dips her low to the ground, her delighted laughter reaching your ears even over the pounding music and something ugly blooms in your chest. You make your escape before you can do something stupid like cry, weaving your way across the living room and down the hall toward the kitchen with your head down.

…Which is precisely how you end up head butting one of your classmates directly in the chest when you turn the corner.

They give a soft 'oof' of surprise and you're absolutely mortified when you realize it's a boy, not just from the tone of his voice but from the toes of his white Reeboks bumping into your boots.

The same shoes you've heard keeping time in band every day since seventh grade, tapping along to the beat on the riser behind you with the rest of the saxophone players. The same shoes you see at the desk in front of you in third period English, still tapping along to the music that's always running through his mind, accompanied by the furious scribbling of a pencil across paper as he jots down lyrics for a new song.

You wince and keep your head down, hoping he'll just act like nothing happened and go on his merry way and just when you're about to think you're in the clear-

"Ow. You have a hard head, Henderson."

Shit, you think. Of course you had to literally run into the one person you feel like you can't speak two words to without making a complete fool of yourself; something about Eddie just makes you flustered beyond belief and you really wish you knew why 'cause it's, to put it frankly, annoying.

Really fucking annoying.

"Shit." You say out loud, quickly looking up to meet his big brown eyes before glancing away and staring at the zombie adorning the front of his Iron Maiden shirt instead. "Sorry, wasn't paying attention."

"No shit, Sherlock." He teases but there's no trace of malice in his voice, just amusement, even as his ringed hand comes into view and rubs the spot where your forehead crashed into his chest. "You okay?"

Embarrassment burns your face and you cross your arms defensively, firing back with a weak insult you're sure he can see right through 'cause if there's one thing you're good at, it's looking like an idiot all day, every day.

"I'm fine. You're not looking very festive, Munson."

He snorts in laughter and you finally gather the courage to meet his eyes again, only to find him already looking down at you with something behind his gaze that you can't quite figure out.

"I think you're festive enough for the both of us." He gestures to your deep navy sweater dotted with bursts of silver thread that give the illusion of stars. "You look really pretty, by the way."

Your brain short circuits.

Pretty? You're wearing your mom's sweater and Eddie thinks you look pretty?

You're too busy trying to get your mouth to work as the silence stretches on -you'll take a 'huh?' at this point, or maybe even an unintelligible squeak, just say something, you moron- to notice the pink blooming high in his cheeks and the way he speaks in a rush, the words all jumbling together so fast it's hard for your frazzled mind to understand what he's saying.

"-your help, so keep watch, okay?"

Keep watch?

He turns and strides into the kitchen without another word and you end up following a few seconds later, after you've finally recovered enough to get your legs working, at least.

You find him standing by the big bowl of punch, rummaging around the array of bottles littering the island, every so often picking one up to inspect before putting it back in its place with a shake of his head. To your surprise, it's not more alcohol he finally picks up but a two-liter of Sprite and at last you get your mouth to work as you blurt out, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Fixing this shitty ass punch." He's not even phased by your sudden question, save for the quick smile he sends your way as he pours the entire bottle in. "Have you tried it? Jesus, Jan would be disgusted."

You cross your arms and lean your hip against the counter, keeping an eye on the door just like he'd asked. "I have, unfortunately. Who's Jan?"

"Bartender at the Hideout." Eddie throws a reply over his shoulder as he digs around in the fridge, yelling triumphantly when he finds whatever he's looking for. It turns out to be a can of pineapple juice and he dumps that in, too, turning the blue punch a pretty shade of green. "My band plays there on-"

"-Tuesdays, I know." You interrupt without thinking and rush to explain yourself, almost tripping over your words when he turns his curious gaze on you.

"Um, there's this all-girl band Robin loves, Blush. We go see them sometimes and end up staying to watch you guys, too, because you're really good-" You pause at the smile slowly growing wider on his face and shake your head. "-but you already knew that, didn't you?"

He shrugs, still grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he stirs some cherries into the punch, then dishes out two cups and pushes one across the island to you.

"Yeah, I see you there a lot. You're kind of hard to miss when the rest of the audience is just five old drunk dudes."

Your laugh rings in the cavernous kitchen as you push off the counter to grab your drink, tapping it against his when he holds it out toward you.

"Cheers."

You're not sure what to expect when you take that tentative first sip but it's definitely not something sweet and smooth with just the right amount of fizz, the burn of the rum still present but not as overpowering as it was before.

"Okay, so I don't know how you managed to make this shit taste good but you did."

Eddie sweeps into a low bow and you hide a smile behind your cup at his theatrics. "Thank you, thank you. I do accept tips, you know, and all proceeds go directly to Jan so she can buy herself a car."

You smile wider and take another sip. "I'd love to donate but I left my purse at home, I'm afraid."

He clicks his tongue in mock disappointment before leaning forward across the island and waving you closer, dropping his voice to such a low whisper you would've had to move in anyway to even hear him.

"How about I make you a deal, Henderson? Come watch us next Tuesday, slip Jan a twenty, and I'll play a song -any song- just for you."

"Ooh, tempting." You whisper back just as quietly, tapping a finger against your chin even as a weird feeling takes hold in your stomach at his offer. "Any song I want? How about-"

"Hold on, I take that back. Any song but 'September.'"

Your jaw drops. "How'd you know-"

"Because I hear you humming it every day in band, that's how."

"Oh." How the hell does he know you hum that song when half the time you don't even realize you're doing it? You've annoyed Dustin enough to know it's true, after he told you in no uncertain words. "How about I make you a deal? I give Jan thirty dollars and Corroded Coffin covers Earth, Wind & Fire."

He stares at you for a beat longer before slowly breaking out into a smile. "…I'll think about it."

You've always know he has a pretty smile, catching glimpses of it across the cafeteria from where you sat with Robin and the rest of the marching band or in crowded hallways as you rushed to make it to your locker in between classes, but having its full force directed right at you knocks the very breath right out of your lungs.

"it's not a no, so…works for me." You say, propping your chin in one hand and swirling your cup in the other, watching the opaque green liquid spin around like the center of a hurricane. "Why'd you have me guard the door, anyway? I wouldn't call making this sludge drinkable very deviant of you."

"Please," Eddie scoffs, mirroring you exactly. "'Resident metalhead spotted adding mixers to the jungle juice?' I can't trash my reputation like that."

"No, never." You huff a laugh under your breath. "You'd be ruined."

He laughs, too, and you're not sure when it became so warm in here but it's making you want to roll your sweater sleeves up to your elbows.

"See! I knew you'd have my back, Henderson."

The more you think about it, the more you realize you always have. Every time the rumor mill paints him in a bad light, you're there to put it all to rest with nothing more than a perfectly directed scowl because you like Dio, too and wear black nail polish and occasionally play DnD with Dustin and his friends when they need a sub and no one's ever accused you of worshiping Satan for fuck's sake.

If any of them would bother to look deeper than the surface, they'll see what you do, that he's kind and sweet and caring and you know because you've seen him prove it with your own eyes: driving the rest of the Hellfire Club home if they didn't have rides, sticking up for the freshmen when the seniors decide to be cruel, and even now, witnessing him first hand try to raise money for a coworker to buy a car (granted that method might be called borderline manipulation but still, at least it's for a good cause).

"'Course I do." It's both too simple a statement and more than you ever wanted to admit and the way he's staring at you feels different, somehow, different and yet not unwelcome as you stare right back…

(Has he always had that dusting of freckles across his nose?)

…which is why you end up putting your foot in your mouth without even realizing it. "That's what friends are for, right?"

"Right, yeah."

Something flickers behind his brown eyes but it's gone before you can put your finger on it and he's smiling that smile again, pointed canines on full display as he hastily nods and straightens, downing the rest of his drink in one go.

"Do you have the time?" He sheepishly holds up his bare wrist. "Forgot my watch."

"Oh, sure." The sudden change of subject nearly gives you whiplash as you push your sleeve up to check. "Almost eleven fifteen."

"No time to lose, let's go." He grabs a napkin and swipes a few cookies from the counter, tucking them away into the pocket of his leather jacket.

"Go where?"

"You'll see." Eddie nods his head toward the doorway and holds out a hand, silver rings catching the harsh kitchen lights. "C'mon, you trust me?"

"Against my better judgement." You tease and his laugh is downright devilish when you take his hand anyway, letting him lead you out into the hall.

You're not prepared for the warmth of his palm or the rough, calloused touch of his fingers or how your hand looks so small in his as he expertly weaves through your classmates milling about until you reach the bottom of the stairs, pausing just long enough to make sure the coast is clear before dashing up to the second floor.

"Are we even allowed up here?" You whisper and while the little conspiratorial grin on his face doesn't do much to ease your mind, the quick squeeze he gives your hand somehow does.

"Nope!" He leads you down the dark hallway with practiced ease, opening the last door on the left before pulling you inside and softly shutting it behind you both.

"I feel like a delinquent." Your quiet voice echoes in the large room, clearly Tina's from the Hawkins High cheer uniform hanging on the closet door and the over abundance of pink, and he snickers as he drops your hand to grab a blanket draped over the desk chair.

"Live a little, Henderson!" He opens another door, this one leading out onto a moonlit balcony -Jesus, you knew Tina's family was rich but come on- and holds it for you as you step outside. It's just beginning to snow, specks of white drifting down silently and forming a barely there dusting on the railing and you hold out your hand to catch one, watching as the tiny flake instantly disappears from the heat of your palm.

"C'mon, I'll give you a boost." Eddie says, tossing the blanket up onto the section of roof that's just a bit lower than the others.

"Don't tell me you shoot webs from your wrists." You joke, warily eyeing the spot even as you step forward and stand in front of him, grabbing the edge with both hands.

"Nah, I couldn't handle the responsibility of being Spider-Man." He moves closer and hovers his hands over your sides. "Still trust me?"

You nod.

"Can I touch you?" His voice is a low whisper in your ear and when a shiver runs down your spine, you blame it on the sudden gust of wind, nothing more.

You nod again.

His hands are big and oh so warm as he places them on your waist and before you know it, you're lifted onto the roof without so much as a warning, the rough shingles cold against your knees even through the thick denim of your jeans.

Holy shit, he's strong.

You don't even get the chance to offer your hand as he pulls himself up with an almost casual grace and spreads the blanket out, each step he takes so confident and sure, like he's done it time and time again.

"So, you sure know your way around Tina Williamson's roof." You carefully crawl closer and take a seat beside him, close enough that the length of your body is pressed right up against his to ward off the cold.

To be fair, you're also the slightest bit terrified of somehow falling right off the edge and it's like he reads your mind when he shuffles even closer and rests his arm along the curve of your back, not quite touching but near enough that you just know he'll catch you.

"Found out I could climb up here two years ago and-" He explains, pointing off somewhere beyond the back yard in the vague direction of town. "-it's got a killer view of the fireworks."

"It's peaceful." The sounds of the festivities have faded to nothing more than a faint thumping of bass and the occasional burst of laughter floating up from the smokers on the back deck. "So for the last two years, every party Tina's thrown, you've just been hiding up here?"

"More like escaping." Eddie shrugs and stares ahead at the snow-covered trees. "I don't even want to come to these things and I'm only invited 'cause I deal. Once these rich kids get their stuff and I get paid…no one really cares where I go so I just do what I want."

You care.

"All by yourself?"

He nudges you with his shoulder and when you turn to face him, that same look from earlier is behind his eyes, the one from the hallway and the kitchen that you still can't quite figure out. "You're the only person I've ever brought up here."

"Really?"

It's cold, the snow starting to fall a little bit heaver now, and yet you're so, so warm under his gaze as he nods, the corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly in the softest smile you've ever seen from him.

It's like hot chocolate on a snowy day or a cozy blanket on a cold night, safe and warm and feeling more than a little like home.

"I'm trusting you with this, Henderson. Don't abuse your power."

You smile and duck your head, pulling your sweater sleeves down further over your cold fingers. "Wouldn't dream of it, Munson."

You'd nearly forgotten all about the cookies hidden in his jacket pocket until he nudges your arm and hands you two, one of his own hanging out of his mouth and you realize they're the snickerdoodles Steve had told you to try.

For the first time, the thought of him doesn't make your stomach twist or your chest hurt. Honestly? You don't really feel anything in particular, other than the fact that he has damn good taste in desserts as you take a bite of your cookie, perfectly baked and covered in just the right amount of cinnamon and sugar.

No wonder he ate ten of them.

You finish eating in silence but you don't feel the need to fill it with anything other than the sound of your breathing; Eddie doesn't either and for who knows how long you sit side by side, watching tiny snowflakes lazily fall from the sky. They dot his dark hair with spots of white and a laugh slips from your mouth before you can stop it.

"What?" He turns your way and you just shake your head as you reach over and brush some flakes from the ends of his curls.

"The snow in your hair, it kinda looks like powdered sugar."

"Oh, so you think I'm sweet?" He waggles his eyebrows and you laugh so hard you have to lean on his shoulder to keep from falling over. The arm he has resting behind you's now fully pressed against your back and it feels like a live wire running along your spine.

"I never said that!"

"But you implied it." Your breath catches as he gently brushes some snow from your hair as well, the warm, calloused pads of his fingers glancing along your face. "And good thing 'cause I think you're sweet, too."

You suddenly get the feeling you've missed something very very important as you scoot away just far enough to turn and face Eddie fully. Down below, your classmates flood out onto the back deck to wait for the fireworks as the new year approaches but you could care less, all of your focus right in front of you on big brown eyes and tiny freckles and a beautifully devastating smile.

"Me?" You speak quietly into the cold air, the question forming swirling white wisps that float above your heads for a fleeting second before disappearing into the night.

You could elaborate but you don't have to because you know he knows exactly what you mean as his hand hovers in the air between you for a long moment before he finally reaches forward and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"I thought I was being obvious." He says, a red hue coloring his cheeks that you know now is definitely not from the cold.

"Why?"

"Why did I think I was being obvious? Henderson, I'm gonna play Earth, Wind & Fire for you!"

"No, why do you…why me?"

It makes him pause, a gentle furrow to his brow, and the way he says your name so softly makes your heart skip a beat.

"Because you're you."

A minute to midnight is a pretty fucking weird time to have an epiphany but you've never had good timing.

"Oh."

It's like something just clicks, the last piece of the puzzle you didn't even know you were trying to solve slotting into place and it all makes such perfect sense you're not sure how you didn't see it before.

"I know you're into Harrington," Eddie says hastily, eyes darting away from yours for just a second before they come right back, wide and honest in the dark. "And I get it if you never want to speak to me again 'cause I just made things super weird but-"

"I'm not into Steve."

You don't know how he makes confusion look so cute but he does, eyebrows knit together and making a little wrinkle in his forehead that's just visible under his bangs. "You're not?"

"I thought I was but…" You trail off as more and more people flood outside, their voices loud and full of excitement as the countdown begins. "Turns out I'm falling for someone else and I finally figured out who."

"Ten, nine, eight."

You scoot closer, sitting on your knees so your face is level with his when you reach out to brush some more snow from his hair, letting your fingers graze over his cheek like the ghost of a kiss. "Sorry it took me so long to catch up."

"Seven, six, five."

"Oh. It's okay." He sputters, a brilliant red flush slowly crawling up his neck like ivy. "I mean, I've liked you for a while now, ever since you joined the band when I was in eighth grade-"

"Four."

"-and you sat in front of me with your trumpet, wearing a Judas Priest shirt and I-"

"Eddie?" You interrupt because as much as you want to hear the rest of his story, you've got a more important thing on your mind.

"Three."

"Yeah?"

"Two."

"Please stop talking."

His jaw snaps shut almost comically and he watches with those wide eyes of his as you slowly cup his face in your hands.

"One."

The clock strikes midnight. The first firework shoots off from downtown and explodes in a brilliant flash of shimmering gold in the inky black sky. And you lean forward and kiss Eddie Munson.

The fireworks overhead are nothing compared to the ones you feel when he responds to your kiss with one of his own, his lips soft and sure under yours as he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

He tastes like cinnamon sugar, spicy and sweet, and you can't get enough of him, of his warmth and his fingers sliding into your hair and the noise he makes low in his throat when you part your lips under his.

Kissing him is addicting, intoxicating. It's all you've ever wanted.

He's all you ever wanted.

You were just too blind to see it.

He's all you can see now when you finally part, all swollen lips and flushed cheeks and a smile that would've taken your breath if you had any left to give. The fireworks are long over but you don't even care that you missed the whole show as you lean forward to press your forehead against his.

"So, eighth grade, huh?" You ask and Eddie nods, rolling a strand of your hair between his thumb and pointer finger.

"You were humming 'Highway to Hell' and had holes in your jeans. And when I heard you talking about learning to play DnD for your little brother? That was it for me."

"I was nervous when I first joined band 'cause I had trouble staying on beat. I was so scared they were gonna kick me out." You say and when a snowflake lands on his cheek, you wipe it away with your thumb. "But I heard you tapping your foot behind me and you helped me keep time. Without you, I don't even know if I'd still be playing."

He tucks your hair behind your ear before taking your cold hands in his and bringing them to his mouth to kiss your knuckles, his touch so soft and sweet it makes your head spin.

"Your hands are freezing."

"I don't want to go home yet."

You could stay like this forever with him and when he leans forward to press his lips to yours, you know he feels the same.

"Where to then?"

He's never looked more beautiful to you, his pretty brown eyes blown wide and full of affection and reflecting the shimmer of the stars overhead and a slow smile creeps onto your lips when you weave your fingers between his.

"Surprise me. I'm all yours."

An adorable pink blush sweeps across his nose as he pulls you in for another kiss and you know without a doubt you're speaking the truth.

You know you mean every word.

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archangeldyke-all · 10 months

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idk why i didn’t think of this sooner but bodyguard!Sevika 👀

her being overly protective, saying it’s bc of “her job” when it’s really bc she has a fat crush on her beautiful, celebrity client and doesn’t want anyone to lay a finger on her girl 😩

this is SO cute like SOOOO cute omg

men and minors dni

sevika's the best body guard you've had. and you've had plenty.

she isn't afraid to push people around when they're crowding you, and she isn't afraid to get in a fight or two.

she's always got a protective hand on the small of your back as she escorts you to and from appearances-- a comfort you've grown accustomed to.

in the mornings she picks you up from your home or whatever hotel room you're staying in, always prepared for you with a warm drink just the way you like it.

she's always got snacks tucked away in her pockets that she shoves into your hands when you've gone too long without eating, in between interviews and meetings.

she's not afraid to step in when journalists and interviewers get too comfortable or run on too long. inappropriate questions are often lobbed at you, about your personal life, your love life and your appearance, and each time sevika's there to witness them, she'll glare at the reporter until they take the question back or move on.

she's always ready for any problem you might face. raining? sevika's opening an umbrella over your head already. randomly got your period? she's subtly passing you a pad or tampon, then two painkillers and some water. tired? sevika's already wrapping her strong arm around you to let you sleep against her chest during the car rides to and from gigs.

she's been by your side as your personal guard for a year now, and you've never been happier. there's just one thing.

you've kinda got a crush on her.

how could you not? she's protective of you, kind to strangers, strong and beautiful and always touching you.

it's starting to drive you a bit crazy.

last week, she was hanging out in your house while you got ready for a red carpet, helping you lace up various dresses and clasp necklaces as you picked your outfit, looking handsome as hell in her all black suit.

there was a moment, as you were applying your makeup and she was fiddling with your television, where this wave of clarity washed over you. you watched in the mirror as behind you sevika huffed at the screen and mashed buttons on the remote, and you thought, 'oh. i think i want her here with me forever.'

three nights ago, she was dropping you off at home after you hosted the opening night of a new club, slightly sweaty, black buttonup shirt unbuttoned low enough you can see a little bit of her cleavage, hair slicked back, lips and eyes painted black, a smile on her lips and her hands on your hips to steady your drunken stumbling; and when you got to the door you could've fucking sworn she was about to kiss you goodnight. she was staring at your lips, licking her own, slowly leaning in, and you smiled. she froze, blinked, then pulled away.

"don't forget to lock your doors." she said. she's been saying it to you every night since she was hired. you rolled your eyes.

"text me when you're home safe, sev." you replied like you always do. she huffed as she began stumbling backwards so she could keep her eyes on you as she crossed your front yard.

"i'm a bodyguard for fuck's sake!" she said, exasperated.

she still texted you a 'home.' twenty minutes later.

you couldn't sleep that night, replaying the moment over and over again, butterflies in your stomach keeping you tossing and turning all night.

and then, the next time you saw her (last night) you decided to turn the charm on a bit, see if you were just delusional and drunkenly imagining things or if maybe the feelings you were having for sevika were... mutual.

you were at a gala, sevika sitting next to you in a tux as ballroom music played. you gulped down the last dregs of your drink and turned to her. "let's go outside." you whispered in her ear. she smiled, and followed you out to the empty smoking balcony.

sevika covered your exposed shoulders with her jacket before you could even shiver, then pulled a cigarette and lighter from her back pocket. you laughed, then pulled a joint from your cleavage, waggling your eyebrows at her. she chuckled.

you snatched the lighter from her hands and lit up as sevika tucked her cigarette away. you took a long puff and passed it over to her. she grinned, and took a drag.

when the joint was gone, you turned to her. "i've got kinda a stupid question but..."

"go ahead." she said with a chuckle.

"okay. but you have to be honest, promise?" you asked. she nodded. you took a deep breath, then whispered, "were you gonna kiss me the other night?"

sevika blinked. "i... don't know what you're talking about." she said.

you blinked, nodded, then went back inside.

neither of you talked the rest of the night.

and now things are weird.

you haven't heard from sevika. you haven't had anything scheduled, so there's no need for you to hear from sevika, but still. you can't remember the last time you'd gone more than 6 hours without a text or call. just to check in.

it's only now that you've gone so long without talking to her that you're starting to realize just how much she's become for you this past year. shit. you really need to give sevika a raise.

you've spent the day in bed, wallowing in self pity and heartbreak. your pajamas are wrinkled, your eyes are puffy from crying, and you're laying in a pile of crumbs from the cookies you've been munching on all day.

your doorbell rings. you freeze, mid munch on your cookie. there's only ten or so people who know the code to the gate around your property, who can get close enough to ring the actual doorbell.

you scramble out of bed pulling a robe on over your pajamas and running toward your front door. is it your mom? your manager? you tug open the door.

it's sevika.

you blink. "hi." you say. "do i have something today?" you ask. she shakes her head no.

"no, i--"

"i think i should give you a raise." you blurt. sevika blinks.

"what?"

you shrug. "do you wanna come in?" you ask. sevika shakes her head no. you freeze. "...okay?"

"here." she says, shoving flowers into your grip. you look down at them, a bouquet of your favorite colors. "i lied to you." she whispers.

"...about what?"

"i did want to kiss you. i'm sorry. if you want me to resign..."

"what!?" you shout. "why would i want you to resign?" you ask. sevika blinks up at you and shrugs.

"i have feelings for you. it's unprofessional." she says.

you laugh. sevika cringes, like you're laughing at her. you reach out and grab her hand before she can spiral.

"i have feelings for you too. i was really hopin' you were gonna kiss me. i spent all day in bed today 'cause you said you didn't want to. it's beyond unprofessional." you admit. sevika's jaw drops. "i don't want you to quit. i was serious about the raise. i just wanna say that before i kiss you so it's not, like, nepotism or something." sevika blinks at you. "is that okay?" you ask. she nods. you grin.

her arms have always inticed you, the steady way they guide you through crowds, the powerful way they push and beat off people who try to get near you, the way they fill out her blazers and button ups. but your new favorite, by a mile, is the gentle way they wrap around your body to hold you closer to her as you kiss.

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ur-mousey · 4 months

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Kiss Up, Bitch ~

- Class of 09' Nicole x Jecka -

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Imagine! Nicole prowling around the pool deck. Her back was on fire from the glare of the sun. People screeched around her like drowning pelicans. And beach balls spun in the air, taking shots at her temple.

She'd already dodged three.

And, she realized seven shots in that her brain didn't cast out the summer day noises, but amplified them.

Every soft whisper played on a loop -especially Ari's gay ass. She just wanted all of them to shut up. It's her shit luck that she found herself at Kylar's Poolside Extravaganza.

Ari sang I Kissed a Girl at a high-pitched chirp. She lounged on a pink sprinkle donut floaty, incapable of keeping herself upright without it.

Each word carried over the pool's lazy currents and under the blast of heavy rap music straight toward Nicole's pulsing head.

The taste of her cherry chapstick, I kissed a girl just to try it, I hope my boyfriend don't mind it.

Nicole's amounting anger might have been due to the fresh breakup, but, being tone-deaf should be a crime. Maybe it's true that gay girls can't sing.

Imagine! Nicole found irony in the last line. I hope my boyfriend don't mind it -It suited Ari. She was yet another weak-minded lesbian, now, off the streets due to Nicole's intervention. For all she cared, she did God's work.

But, Jecka saw it as immoral. Bullying should be reserved for all men prone to violence, not turning a *slur* bitch into being straight.

*she got censored*

If you're gonna backpedal on your sexuality, never claim it to begin with. You can't handle one toxic bitch, then maybe, you were never meant to handle a woman at all.

Ari will forever be dicked down. And in the middle of the night, after receiving minimal pleasure from her dozed-off boyfriend, she'll think, 'I miss that slutty whore Nicole who demeaned me but gave amazing head. I wonder if I called her up now, would she burn cigs out on my thighs and make me her toy. What a wild lesbian ride we could have.'

Imagine! Nicole shaking her head, she whispered, "What the fuck." To be frustrated over Ari came naturally and callously. She wondered as she tossed and turned in bed. Wondering where it stemmed from.

When she found the answer, she never wished to admit it aloud. Nicole found trouble making the first move herself.

And the alcohol buzzed a bright idea to the forefront of her mind. Could the opposite apply? Can she turn a straight-girl gay?

Time to fuck with Jecka. As a friend, not a lover.

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Imagine! Jecka lying in the bed of a truck, snuffing her cig out on the bed of it. Her feet were lifted and parallel to the back of the seats. Her 'date' whisked away to tabletop drinking games.

It's not her's obvi -the truck. She drives a cute white mini buggy. Her steering wheel cover was made of pink tuffs that were always soft in her gripe.

Teenage boys seemed far off, yelling obscenities while daring each other to jump off the second-story balcony into the pool. Oh, how it filled the void of the cul-de-sac.

"How fucking white?" Jecka muttered to herself.

Did Kylar even invite black kids? There was Emily, Hunter, Braxton, Ari, Nicole... Yeah, everyone's white.

Imagine! Jecka nodding off while the sun fades in and out behind her closed lids. She's wearing a classic two-piece that's tied on both hips in the color sapphire blue. It wasn't a color she adorned often. The set complimented her pale fawnskin, and it brought out the pinks of her cheeks.

She should wear sapphire more often.

Jecka knew that she was stunning in pinks. She often wore millennial pink crop tees with baby blue low rises.

But never did she wear a deeper blue, the color of the ocean's depths, awaiting to drown her.

Imagine! Jecka, on the cusp of sleep, heard the call of her name. Far off at first, then beside her ear after multiple turns. A finger wrapped around her bouncy curls. Jecka stirred awake. One eye lifted to see a pair of sapphire blues. Oh, it was Nicole.

"Wakey, wakery~" Nicole purred over her. "I've been looking for you."

"Found me," Jecka hummed. She closed her eyes once more. "I don't think I wanna."

"No?" Nicole leaned closer to her best friend. She reached over Jecka to the floppy bow on her hip that kept her bottoms secured. "I could... wake you up some. Example, I could go down on you?"

Jecka squinted up, "No. What the fuck? Not interested. Let me return to sunbathing."

Imagine! Jecka waved Nicole's sexual harassment aside and settled back into a half-dreaming state. "Napping is Sunbathing to you?"

"Yeah, I get both done at once. I'm outside. Duuuuh. Wake me later if I start to get burned."

Nicole flopped onto her belly, she kicked her legs out from under her quicker than she could fathom. "Not happening, I think we should at least make out. Spice it up. This friendship is dull." Her nose brushed along Jecka's neck. She took a tentative inhale before her teeth took a steady hold that made the blonde yelp.

Her skin slotted perfectly in her jaw.

"What is wrong with you, Nicole?" The beach wave blonde squirmed her neck out of its entrapments. Jecka rolled onto her belly, face-to-face with the narcissist in question. "What needs to be spiced up is food, Nicole. If you're that horny to makeout with me, find Ari. I bet she'll loooove the attention."

Imagine! The brunette pouted at the thought. "I don't want her."

Jecka's nose turned up. "Then what? Sorry to break it to you. I'm not gay. Find Emily, she's obsessed with you. I'm kinda surprised that she never slept with a girl before so add her to the roster of virgins you've deflowered." And after the end of her little spiel, Nicole attacked.

And Jecka vaguely heard, "Kiss up, bitch."

Nicole's tongue was in her mouth, and Jecka squealed. It fit snuggly between the gap of her teeth. The tang of tequila was hot on Jecka's breath. Nicole's tongue flickered over hers, running over her teeth. A whine spilled between them. Who knew a girl's lips were this soft.

Jecka tried shoving Nicole aside to little avail. Maybe it was futile to resist sapphire eyes. Even when shut, they drowned Jecka's mind.

'Was she wearing cherry chapstick?' She thought, swimming with the waves that would surely cast her adrift.

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mxrcjqckspnchqsc · 7 months

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Could you do the fluff alphabet with Robin Buckley?<3

Fluff Alphabet

A/N: this took awhile sorry bout that but it's here so hope you like it!(and to the person who requested Bruce, I don't write for him, sorry!)

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?) Robin admires your kindness and how nice you are to your friends and strangers.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?) Robin's favorite part of your body is your hands, she loves drawing little doodles on them when she's absolutely bored out of her mind.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?) Robin is mostly the little spoon, she likes to be held but she doesn't mind being the big spoon, she loves the way your body fits with hers.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?) Robin's ideal date with you is really anything, could be a picnic in the park, late night drive that feels like forever, a movie night, etc.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?) Robin isn't one to hide away how she feels but ofc her crush on you was just embarrassing to watch(as Steve quotes) but nonetheless she will let you know how she feels anytime of the day.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?) Robin never really thought of having a family at all but once she saw you interact with Holly, she knew she wanted to have one but maybe later in life when you aren't facing monsters from another dimension.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?) Robin's pretty lousy with gift giving since she doesn't have any money so she tends to make home made gifts for you instead(and she definitely didn't ask Nancy for tips whatsoever) but when she does buy you a gift, she makes sure it's special and tries her best to not ruin it.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?) Robin LOVES to hold hands, whenever you two are together you are holding hands, and in public interlocking pinkies. She just can't keep her hands off of you and everyone knows it.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?) Robin would be all over you if you got hurt, she would be by your side 24/7 and almost never leave unless she really had to.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?) Robin always jokes around with you whether it's a inside joke between the two of you or just a simple joke she heard from Steve or Eddie. As far as pranks go, she tries to not hurt you in any of them but she does them occasionally when you don't suspect it and when you think it's the last, it isn't and it never will be.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?) Robin likes to caress your face while she kisses you whether it's a quick kiss on the lips/cheek/neck or a much longer kiss. She likes knowing you're actually there and not a part of her imagination.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?) Robin expresses her love for you through her actions if words cannot let her, she'll kiss you, hold your hand, smile at you to let you know that she's never leaving you as she doesn't plan on it.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?) Robin's favorite memory of the two of you was when you and the older teens did karaoke night and you was singing a song by Queen with Steve(while drunk), seeing her lover and best friend getting along meant a lot to her(not that she would admit it)

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?) Robin has many fears, but her absolute worst fear is getting outed. It's hard being queer in Indiana, and she's seen the things they've done to people like her, and she's always on edge, hoping she or you isn't next. She couldn't bear losing you, she would never forgive herself.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?) Robin tend to ramble alot, everyone knows that. But it's about the type of stuff she chooses to ramble about such as a comic book and it's franchise, a movie with a bad ending, an analysis about two characters and why they should end up together instead of who they should end up with, even random science facts. She could go on forever and ever on the difference between effect and affect.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?) Robin doesn't really do petnames but she does like to call you honey or darling, she doesn't go all out in public.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?) Robin doesn't care what you guys do just as long as she's in your vicinity and she gets to be near you, she's chill.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?) A song that reminds you of Robin would be Dancing Queen, sure it was the song that you and Steve sung while drunk that one night but it's also the song that played in the background when she told you she loved you for the first time and when she(finally) confessed her feelings.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?) Robin tells you almost everything unless it has to be a secret(such as El and the upside down) and she can't tell anyone and that(sadly) includes you, it's hurts her so much but it's for the better but they get out eventually.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?) It took you guys a longgggggg time to get together and Robin takes full responsibility for that, she was too busy overthinking to even see that you would give her longing glances and heart eyes back.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?) When you're upset, Robin tries her best to make you feel better but if you just want to be alone then she gets that and she'll leave you alone until you're ready.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?) Robin loves showing you off to your friends whether it's a small accomplishment such as getting a good grade on a test or something big like getting a job, Robin tells it all and she's always proud of you no matter what.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?) Robin HATES the idea of you fighting, sure you can protect yourself but it still worries her when you go up against vecna or demobats, in her defense, you could have gotten rabies!

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?) Robin can surprisingly read you very well, like an open book, but reading a new chapter that feels similar to the last. She can tell when you're mad, sad, anxious, lying, and ofc happy. She basically memorized all your emotions in her head so she can know whatever you're feeling in a second and how to help(if she has to).

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?) Robin would go all out when trying to propose, getting a reservation at a fancy restaurant(but in the corner where no one sees the two of you), writing a speech on what to say when the moment comes but when all of that gets ruined and canceled. Robin decided to propose to you in the kitchen right right there and then when you were eating and you almost choked, but nonetheless you said yes.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?) The only thing that makes Robin feel calm is you(and surprisingly meditation with all her fidgeting), Robin claims you just know the right words to say and the right tactics to use which calms her down and she wouldn't have it any other way.

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twice-inamillion · 2 years

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Meeting Her Parents

Smut (rough sex, deep penetration, creampie)

Chapter 176

It's the following day after the concert, and the Osaka part of the tour is finally over. This means some free time until the following two shows in about a week.

The Japanese members have decided to stay in Japan for the week and spend time with their families. The rest of the members are planning on going back to Korea and resting back home.

Having the groups divided in two, you decided to stay in Japan after having a conversation with Jihyo last night. "Make sure you keep them safe, okay?" Jihyo hugs you goodbye. "Yes, I'll try to keep from any trouble. Please watch over the rest of the members and the babies." As you're able to leave, she pulls you back in and says, "good luck," and smiles.

You watch as the rest of the members board the private plane and wave from the windows. The plane hatch closes, and you watch it leave from the hanger and go towards the runway. You wave a last goodbye as you watch the plane finally take off and head to Korea.

You head back to the hotel where Momo and Sana are staying. Once you arrive, all three of you grab your suitcases and check out.

"Let's get someone to eat; I'm starving," says Momo. "Yes, let's have a small breakfast," says Sana as she holds onto your arm. "Okay, let's go."

You drive to a local shop that both Momo and Sana are comprised of and begin to drive. Once you get there, all three of your order a nice meal and talk about the concert that just passed.

After breakfast, you arrive at Momo's house, walk her to the door and tell her to message you when she's ready to get picked up. The front door opens, and you are greeted by Momo's mom. You greet her a good afternoon, "Good afternoon, ma'am. I'm here to drop off Momo today. Here is my number if you need to reach me, I'm available for you at all times," as you give her your business card. She gladly accepts your card and wishes you farewell as you return to the car. "Good luck, oppa!" shouts Momo.

You walk back to the car and think about what Momo said, "Did you tell Momo what happened?" You can tell she did avoid your look, "tee hee, it slipped ."

"Haha… it slipped. I don't think you said it by accident." She looks at you with an innocent face, but you know how she really is and finally breaks character. "Okay… it didn't slip. I found it funny and couldn't keep it to myself, so I might have told Momo and others." You nod your head in disappointment and just leave Momo's driveway.

You stop to get a gift for her parents since this is your first official visit. You'd wish you met in better circumstances, but now you can't do anything about it.

As you get closer to Sana's house, you begin to get nervous. "Do you have some pointers for when I meet your parents? I don't want to make it any worse than I already did." Sana thinks momentarily and says, "well… my dad is not a bad guy. He's a doting parent since I'm his only child. With my mom, I don't think she'll give you a hard time since I'm a mini version of her. If I tell her you're okay, she'll accept you. Just be yourself and show them your good points."

Taking this to heart, you finally arrive at her house. You work your way to the passenger door and open the door for "thanks, babe" as she kisses you on the cheek. "Please don't mess around. I'm already nervous as it is."

Walking with a gift, Sana pushes the doorbell, and you both wait for it to open. It feels like forever as you wait for someone to open the door, wishing it to be the mother rather than the dad.

The door opens, and you see a slender figure, "welcome home, my baby," as she goes to hug Sana. "I'm home, Okāsan." After a warm reunión, Sana introduces you to her mom. "This is my manager… well, my Oppa" as she tightly hugs your arm. "Nice to meet you. I'm sorry that we are meeting under these circumstances, but thank you for inviting me," as you give a slight bow.

With Sana's mom inviting you in, all three of you walk into the living room and sit on the couch. The three of you discuss how Sana is doing in Korea and with the tour. Her mom mentions how proud she is of Sana and how she's been watching her appearances on tv. You let her know she's been doing her best work and positively influences the group.

Happy to hear the positive feedback back on her; you see how much she cares for her, making you feel worse inside with how you ruined her daughter. “Okāsan, where is Otōsan?”

"He's in the back prepping to cook some meat." "Really? I'm going to go say hi. Come with me Oppa" Sana grabs your arm. You both walk towards the back of the house and see her dad at the countertop preparing some meat. "Otōsan… I'm home," as she walks towards him. "Sana, you're back. Welcome home," hugging his daughter.

"I want to introduce you to my Oppa" and immediately bow out of respect. "Nice to meet you. Thank you for coming and meeting us today. I hope my wife was able to greet you." "Yes, thank you for inviting me today."

"I'm preparing the meat for today's dinner, so why don't you guy me and help me cook it while the girls work in the kitchen."

"He's excellent when it comes to cooking, Otōsan. He won't disappoint." "Grab an apron, and let's get started."

With Sana in the kitchen with her mother, you are alone with her dad. Trying not to disappoint you, prepare your A-game and take off your jacket. Putting on the apron, you wash your hands and ask Sana's dad what to do.

"Sana said you're good at cooking, so I'll let you show me what you got."

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"Do you with Otōsan is going to get along with Oppa?"

"You know how he is; he's just worried for you. Who would have expected we would catch you two in the act."

"I'm so embarrassed. I thought I locked the door like usual."

Sana's mom looks suspiciously at her, "so you're saying that you both are currently active?"

"Well… you can say that. We have sex here and there. I'm usually the one that asks for it."

"Sana, are you trying to say that you found the one? Someone to make your wish come true?"

Getting caught off guard by her mother's comment, "yeah… I think I might have found someone to make me a mommy."

"If you think he's the one, I will give you my full support. Your dad will be okay with it if you're serious."

"Well… it's not like dad can say anything about it. I mean, you did the same thing with him, right?" Sana's mom doesn't respond, which answers her question.

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After spending a while with Sana's dad, you feel he is okay with you. There are times here and there that he watches and asks you about your bbq methods.

Wanting to get on his good side, you give him step-by-step instructions on your bbq techniques. "Sana was right; you're an excellent cook." Happy to hear a positive comment from him means a lot or you. "I'm the main one that cooks for the members. I make them nutritious food.

"I'm happy that Sana gets to eat some delicious food. In my book, you don't seem to be a bad guy. I can tell you care about your group by the way you cook. Too bad we had to want on you in that compromising position."

"I'm sorry that you saw that, sir; I don't have any words to tell you how sorry I am."

"Well… my wife and I were trying to surprise our daughter, but we were the ones who ended up surprised to find you both being intimate with each other."

Before you can respond, Sana comes out from the house, "the food is ready. Mom is calling you both inside." "We'll be there soon," responds Sana's dad.

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After having dinner and engaging in some talk and drink, it was finally time to discuss the main reason for the visit.

"So… Oppa and I wanted to explain the situation when you both walked in on us."

"Yes, again, I want to apologize for what you both saw that night and let you know that I respect your daughter and treat her with respect."

"Yes, Oppa and I have been in a sexual relationship for a while," says Sana.

"Oh? Does that mean it's serious?" asks dad.

You try to respond, but you're cut off by Sana. "At first, it was steaming hot sex, but after a while, we decided on breeding sex."

"Wait…. We? There is no we; it's all you," you say internally, not knowing what Sana is talking about.

"Ohh, then this means it's really serious. Are you both planning on getting together?" asks the mom.

"Yes, we plan on getting pregnant but haven't succeeded. I don't know what to do. Maybe I'm doing something wrong?"

"What do you mean something wrong? Does he have a weak libido, or is he incompetent?" asks dad.

"Wait… my… libido is pretty good, and I'm sure I'm not incompetent. I know that for a fact."

"Have you gotten tested? "Unfortunately, some men are unable to produce good seed," says Sana's dad.

You feel offended by what they're suggesting and want to tell them that they have the wrong idea, but you do not want to make it worse than it already is, so you try to calm down and relax.

"Dad… don't say that. Oppa is really good at sex, and there is nothing wrong with his seed. If we wanted to, he could have bred all of us by now." She stops and covers her mouth, realizing what she has done.

"What do you mean by that, honey," asked Sana's mom.

"Nothing, I… I didn't mean anything."

"Don't lie. You said something about having "bred all of us by now" what does that mean?

Sana looks at you with a regretful face, knowing that she might have made this worse. At this point, it's better to come out clean so you give her a nod. "Well… I'm not the only one he's having sex with… there are other members."

You see their surprised face as they try to guess who those members are. "How many members?" asks Sana's mom. Sana holds her arm up and shows her hand, "five so far. Well, that I'm aware of." Her father's face is one of disbelief and he can't process what he just heard. "How can you handle that many girls?" asks Sana's father.

"It's because he's perfect. He's strong and has a lot of stamina, plus his cock is huge. When I took it for the first time, I nearly fainted from how big it was. Don't even get me started with how he got the three of them pregnant, haha. It's a funny story."

"Sana… wait…" unable to keep Sana from spilling out more information.

"What do you mean he got three of you girls pregnant? Does it mean that you have kids?"

"Yes, I have kids. Four to be exact and they are lovely little girls. And yes I had sex with multiple members, and your daughter is one of them. I won't hide it anymore and I won't apologize for it either. I respect you both as Sana's parents and I hope you respect me and my choices."

"Not bad. A guy who can stand up for himself. That's a good quality to have, especially for someone who's with my daughter. She's a handful for sure," says Sana's mom.

"What do you mean?"

I mean that you're more than qualified to handle my little girl. We both know that Sana and be a bit much at times. Trust me, raising her was not easy, she was friendly with everyone and would often say how she wanted to be a mommy since I could remember. Letting her go and pursue the life of an idol was a hard choice and would often worry me. I was afraid that someone might lead her to just have sex with her and toss her aside, but you're different; you have a reason to stay and commit to a family. I like that. I might not be in the best situation with you having multiple women, but I can clearly see that you can satisfy my daughter sexually and with your seed."

"Are both not upset?

"We are surprised for sure and a bit overwhelmed with what Sana said, but if you can make her wish come true, then we won't stop her. That's what you want, right Sana?"

"Yes Okāsan, I really want to have a baby and he's the one I choose to do it with."

"Okay, if that's the case then let's celebrate."

More drinks are poured and everyone gets over the top. You get to see the real side of Sana's parents as you drink with the family. You notice that Sana's mom is flirty when she drinks and asks playful questions that you would expect.

"How how big is your cock?"

"Okāsan, that's wired don't ask him that."

"I just want to know why the rest of your members like him so much. It must be big if that's the case."

"Don't answer that oppa, she gets all silly when drunk."

"Don't say that, dear. You'll scare him off. How about you don't tell me but show me instead? I want to see how much you're packing."

"I don't think that's a good idea. Your husband might get upset."

"He's fine. After a couple of drinks, he's out of it. Come and show us. I need to ensure she's getting satisfied," as she tries to grab onto you.

"It's this big" Sana tries to demonstrate your size using her hands.

"Oh, maybe 6-7 inches? Not bad."

"No, more like 8 or 9 inches," says Sana shyly.

"Wow… you must be really hung down there. If only I was younger…."

"Mom… he's mine. You have dad already. "

"I know… but his body looks so good, especially his arms; they're so big."

"Don't say that. Maybe that's why I'm like this. I learned it from you. Hearing you and dad have sex all the time…."

"I'm sorry dear… I didn't know that. With your dad working out of town, we tried to get it on every time he returned. Your dad was a very healthy man and someone who could keep up with my high libido," as she began to massage her husband's thigh.

"Eww… not in here; Oppa is here right now," whines Sana.

"You're right. Let's call it a day. Spend the night the both of you; it's too late to drive."

"Okay, we'll stay."

"Come on, Otosan, you're coming with me tonight. All this talking has made me horny," as Sana's mom pulls her husband by the hand to their room. They close the door and immediately, you can hear some giggling coming out from there.

"I'm sorry, Oppa that you had to see this."

"It's okay; they love each, which is good."

"Well… watching my parents all lovey-dovey has gotten me in the mood, too. So maybe… maybe you can spend the night in my room with me?" as Sana places with her fingers.

"But we're still a bit drunk…."

Sana walks towards you and leans on your ear and says, "wanna fuck me in my high school uniform?"

You nod and she skips to her room, telling you to wait for her signal. As you wait for her, you clean up as much as possible, throwing away beer cans and other alcoholic drinks.

Thinking of walking into Sana's old bedroom felt nerve-racking since you didn't know what to expect. Suddenly you see the door slightly open. "I'm ready" is the only thing you hear.

"Sensei, I've been a bad girl… my skirt is too small, and maybe you might need to teach this student of yours how to be a proper girl" she slowly lifts up her skirt, revealing her thick thighs and no panties on.

Watching Sana in her old high school uniform is getting you hard. "Do you think my uniform still fits me well?" she asks.

"Yes, you look amazing."

"How about now?" as she sits on the bed and slowly opens her legs, revealing her leaking pussy.

"Perfect."

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The night continues as both rooms in the house are filled with sounds of ranging sex. Every once in a while, you can hear Sana's mom moan as she's getting fucked in the other room. You try to mask the voices from the room next door by thrusting into Sana even harder.

"Ahh… ahhh… fuck me deeper," moans Sana as you grab her by the pigtails. You watch as her ass jiggles every time your body crashes into her. Fucking Sana in her high school uniform is a hot and new experience.

"Sensei, sensei, I've been a bad girl. I need you to punish me until I become a good girl. Please fuck me harder!"

You push her down onto the bed and press your hand on her back. You slap her ass, one hit after another, until its red. "Is this what you want?"

"Yes! Yes! Just like that, now punish me with your seed! Make sure that my womb only listens to you, only you."

You pull out your cock and slap it on her right butt cheek, covering it with precum. Once you are ready, you align it and thrust it back inside with one try. Sana grunts from being stabbed by your cock and tears flow down her face from the pleasure and pain. "You're going to mess up my womb; your cock is too big."

With your cock all the way inside you place your body on top of her and whisper, "make sure you take my whole load," as you release a tsunami of cum into her womb. "Hmm… it feels hot. I missed this feeling. I can feel your swimmers making their way inside of me."

Many more rounds continue until you need to catch your breath. You make your way into the kitchen in the middle of the night. "Busy night, huh" you turn, trying to figure out where the voice is coming from.

Sana's mom turns on the light and you see her sitting down on the chair, drinking a cup of orange juice. "I'm sorry, i didn't see you."

"It's okay, Sana's dad feel asleep so I decided to come out and take a breather. Seems like you're doing the same thing. Having fun with my little Sana?"

"You could say that."

"Good for her; I'm happy she found the one to make her wish come true."

"Better me than someone else, right? Also where are the cups?"

"Ohh… on the top shelf."

You go for the top shelf and grab a cup to serve yourself some juice before back for another round but didn't realize that Sana's bathrobe would fit you short.

"Wow… Sana wasn't lying your really big."

"What do you mean?"

"Umm… that robe you are wearing fits you quite short, and I can see your cock."

You just leave from embarrassment and rush back to the room. Sana laughs as you tell her what just happened. "Haha that's funny. My mom is getting to know you quite well." "I was going to die, its never happened to me before." "Don't worry about it and come back to me for another round."

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Sana's mom knocks on the door, "kids, breakfast is ready!" She waits a couple of seconds, but there is no answer.

"They're not answering. Should I go in and see if they are okay?"

"Just let them sleep. They must be tired from playing all night," says dad.

"Let's check, just in case."

Both parents knock and wait a moment before opening the door. They are surprised to see the position of the two people in front of them.

"Oh my, they must have been really busy" says mom as she sees you spooning Sana with your cock inside of her.

"Is that a bulge? Wait… does he have a morning wood while being instead of Sana?"

They look at each other and laugh as they close the door and let you both sleep.

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