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jeyramarie · 3 years ago

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Midsummers- Pogues x OC

summary: it’s party time on Figure 8 which brings a ton drama and questions, as usual.

wc: 3,038

a/n: here it is!! believe me it’s gonna get crazier. happy reading 🦋

prologue~ pilot~ the lucky compass~ the forbidden zone~ spy games

Previously on good life…

“Wait for me outside tomorrow.” Rafe nodded and she got out of the car quickly walking to her front door. Fallon waved at him before walking in, feeling dizzy from the special moment. The kook smiled and drove to his house as a certain pogue stared at the car. JJ stood alone on the street, holding flowers, completely shocked at what he had just seen. He wanted to go to Fallon to apologize for what happened but instead he showed up to see the kiss. He took a deep breath and walked around, making his way back home as he threw a dozen roses to the side of the road.

The day finally came, with a bright morning sun and a cool breeze. Midsummers, a day where rich people gather in nice dresses and flower headsets to talk about their wealth. Of course, pogues were never invited nor allowed to go. It would be like putting a prey in its predator‘s cage.

Kiara and Lani decided to get ready over at the Carrera’s. It was the kook’s first midsummers which gave her a lot of anxiety which caused the pogue to invite her. Lani didn’t know what to do with her hair, giving Kie the perfect opportunity to have fun with the kook’s curls.

“So these are going on my head?” Lani asked as she held white flowers while sitting on Kie’s vanity chair while her hands were moving around the curls.

“Yes, they are. Almost everyone wears them.”

“What color are yours?”

“Purple, I think. I’m not sure what color my mom chose.” Kie said, lifting her brow in confusion as she braided a section of Lani’s hair. They stayed in a comfortable silence the rest of the hair process, until the kook was about to start her makeup.

“So, what’s going on with you and JJ?” Kie timidly asked as she braided and pinned her own hair.

“Um.. nothing’s going on. We’re just friends.”

“I don’t know, you guys seem pretty close..” Lani turned her head to Kie and stared sincerely as she put down her powder brush.

“Nothing’s going on, I promise. He’s like madly in love with Fallon anyway.” They chuckled and the pogue looked in the mirror feeling a bit more relieved.

After an hour, both girls were done with hair and makeup which only left the dresses. Lani wore a satin yellow dress, similar to Kie’s but it had a lower cut on the back. Meaning that she couldn’t really wear a bra for it. They were gossiping over customers from the Wreck when Ana bursts through the door, quickly walking towards Kie’s bedside table.

“Sorry girls, just borrowing some earrings.” she smiled as she tilted her head to put them on. Kie and her mom, out of nowhere, start to talk about what has happened after the storm. About how people over at the Cut don’t have water nor power and yet the Kooks are enjoying a party. Lani just sat there, looking at them arguing, not knowing where to go or what to do. Ana concluded the argument when she told them that it was time to go. ‘Finally.’ Lani thought as she grabbed her small purse and walked outside.

When they arrived, everyone was piling outside waiting for the Cameron’s to arrive. The waiters were walking around, holding platters of small portioned foods as other’s held mainly alcoholic beverages. Lani spotted Pope first and nudged Kiara’s arm, making her look to find the pogue carrying things with his dad. As they went and talked to the pogue, Fallon stood outside waiting for Rafe. She tapped her heel against the pavement in a constant rhythm, feeling nervous about everyone’s reaction to her walking in with the Kook king. Especially her friends’ reaction (she didn’t care about Lani’s).

“Are you waiting for someone, ma’am?” a voice asked, making her smile, knowing exactly who it was.

“As a matter of fact, I am. I’m waiting for a tall, handsome man. Maybe you’ve seen him around?” Fallon said smiling as she turned around to see a grinned up Rafe.

“You look… wow.” he said as he grabbed her hands, taking a better look.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.”

“Are you ready?” She nodded and intertwined her fingers with his as the Cameron’s began to make their entrance. Ward and Rose walked in first, then Wheezie, Sarah, leaving Rafe and Fallon for the end. The pogue looked around with a bright smile on her face as she walked out on the beautifully decorated porch. She stayed looking around for a bit until she saw her friends. All three of them looked at her with straight confused faces.

“Fallon and Rafe? When did that happen?” Lani asked Pope and Kie who stayed looking at the pogue in shock.

“I-I don’t even know what to think right now.” Kiara stuttered as her mouth stayed agape. They stared at them for a bit until the kook decided to change the subject.

“Have any of you talked to JJ?”

“No.” Pope said dryly, turning around to handle the food he was serving.

“He's probably fine. He has the survival instinct of a cockroach.” Kie said, turning her face away from the Cameron’s to look at her friend, who had a worried expression. They ignored Fallon for the rest of the evening, not wanting to handle that situation at the moment. Lani stayed with Kiara drinking from their slightly alcoholic beverages when JJ showed up. The kook was explaining something to the pogue as she saw something from the corner of her eye, she turned as saw the blonde making her gasp. Lani gave Kie her drink and quickly went to the dance floor just when he was turning around to leave.

“Lani!” “JJ!” they both said happily resulting in a chuckle which quickly ended when the kook saw the bruises on his face.

“I was worried yesterday.. I’m pretty sure your dad didn’t tell you but I was the one that bailed you out..”

“You bailed me out?”

“Yeah, I- I just had to do something.” Lani said with sad eyes as she fidgeted with her fingers. Suddenly, he pulled her towards him by her shoulders and wrapped his arms tightly around her. She wrapped her arms around him taking in his beach boy scent.

“I saw what he did to you… I don’t know what I can do to help but you’re always welcome in my house.. You know, if things seem to get out of control or something.” she muttered into his neck making him tear up. No one has ever been this kind to him, ever.

“That’s enough, Lani. You have no idea how thankful I am.” he said and sniffled, then pulled away.

“I have to do this shit for John B. I’ll see you later.” the kook nodded and watched as he jogged away, inside the house. Lani walked back to the porch and stood next to Kie who handed her a drink. The pogue turned her head to the side and saw a very (disgusting) explicit site. Fallon and Rafe were making out against the porch railing, in front of everyone.

“Ugh, can they be more disgusting?” Lani turned her head as she drank her beverage, immediately choking on it.

“Oh my god, he’s literally massaging her throat from the inside.” she coughed out putting her drink back on the table.

“I still don’t know why or how that happened.”

“I’m as clueless as you are, Kie.”

“It’s disgusting really.” The pogue stared as she grew more and more uncomfortable.

“Let’s just not look at it.. Okay?” Lani said, turning Kiara by her shoulder.

“What did JJ want?”

“I don’t know. He said something about him doing some shit for John B, I don't know.” she shrugged and before Kie could answer the same blonde was being taken outside by one of the guards. When Fallon heard the commission she parted away from Rafe and turned her head towards the noise. To see the pogue already staring at her in disappointment. JJ finally got out of the harsh grasp as he walked out into the dance floor, yelling all sorts of things.

“Let go of him!” Kie shouted, making her parent’s head turn to her immediately.

“You can’t boot him!”

“Excuse me, ma’am?”

“Really?” Mike asked angrily.

“I invited him here.”

“Kiara, stop it.” Ana said with gritted teeth as she grabbed her daughter’s arm.

“I am a member of this club.” The guard got so focused on Kiara and her “speech” that he did not realize that his grip on the pogue was beginning to loosen. Giving JJ the perfect opportunity to break away from the grip and start to jog backwards.

“Sorry bout that. Hey, mandatory power hour at Rixon’s, Kie. Pope, Lani, you too.” He shouted pointing at all his friends until finally making eye contact with ‘his girl’.

“Princess, come on!” Fallon smiled and looked up at Rafe with sad eyes. She turned around and started walking down the stairs of the porch towards the dance floor where JJ and John B waited. Pope took off his apron and ran towards his friends while Heyward shouted at him to come back. Kie turned to her parents and apologized continuously as she walked backwards towards the stairs, ignoring their shouts. Fallon was almost with them when she saw Lani running towards JJ.

She jumped into his arms and he gave them a twirl making her stop dead in tracks. The pogue stared as they smiled at each other with joy. JJ put the kook down and turned to make sure that Fallon was behind him. Once he saw her stand in the dance floor alone he stopped too and stared at her with nothing but sadness. Her eyes became watery with tears as she slowly turned around and walked back to Rafe who received her with open arms. JJ saw the whole thing, feeling his heart crumble as the Kook king hugged the love of his life. Rafe looked over Fallon’s shoulder to see the blonde still standing there, without a second thought he gave JJ a death stare to warn him.

“JJ! Come on, man!” John B called out from the van when he noticed the blonde still far away. He snapped out of his trance and ran to the van quickly getting in.

“My dad’s already going to kill me so can you please explain what’s this mandatory meeting for?” Pope asked, getting comfortable on the seat next to Lani.

“Might as well tell them, man.” JJ said as he changed out of the suite he had worn to pose as a server earlier.

“So.. the gold never went down with the Royal Merchant.” John B grinned as he switched his head from his friends back to the road.

“Oh my god.” Lani muttered in annoyance as Kie rolled her eyes and Pope groaned.

“Not this again, John B.”

“Seriously, dude?”

“Just hear me out, please.” He said as he pulled into a secluded part of the beach, between the trees. JJ got out first and started a fire while John B put down a few beach chairs and a big tree log. Everyone sat around the fire, staring at the kook who started explaining everything about the gold. It never left the island, about Tannyhill. Everything was smooth sailing until a certain name was brought to topic.

“Sarah Cameron’s coming tonight-”

“Hold on, Sarah? W-why Sarah?” Kie said cutting John B off in the middle of his sentence.

“Oh boy.” Lani muttered under her breath as she spread out her dress.

“She.. um.. She got me into the archives in Chapel Hill yesterday. That’s how I got the letter.” The pogue said nervously as everyone stared.

“You were in Chapel Hill?”

“He’s mackin’ on her.” JJ muttered looking at his shoes with his hands in his pockets.

“I wasn’t mackin’, I’m just using her for access.”

“There was access alright.”

“J, stop.” The kook said softly as she nudged her head to the side signaling to the pogues.

“Did you tell her about the treasure?” Kiara asked with furrowed brows as John B stuttered out an answer.

“I was trying to get into the archives-“

“Is that a yes?” She yelled, feeling betrayed.

“I left out key details!” He shouted back making Lani’s eyes open wide, no one expecting him to shout back.

“What? You let a Kook in on our secret?!” He was about to answer as he pointed at Lani to make a point but her anger was louder.

“What about Pogue Lyfe? What about our t-shirt company, bro?!”

“I’m just using her for information.”

“Why don’t I believe you?”

“Okay, guys let’s just.. breath, okay? I get you’re both crazy annoyed at each other right now.” Lani said standing up as she looked back and forth between the pogues.

“I’m trying to make us filthy rich here.” Then he moved on to explain what he’d do with the money.

“You can’t trust her.” Kiara said, looking at the pogue with worried eyes.

“What did she do to you, anyway?” The kook asked, ignoring the boys’ bickers.

“She’s like… like a spitting cobra.” The pogue stated moving her hands to simulate the animal.

“Cobra’s spit?” Lani whispered, leaning towards Pope.

“Yeah they do, there’s like this tiny opening in their mouths-“

“Listen to me! Whatever we get she’s gonna try to take.” Kie shouted, interrupting Pope’s explanation.

“I’m sorry about Fallon.” Lani said sitting next to JJ who stayed quiet for a while.

“Nah, it’s fine. Just… wasn’t expecting it, you know?” The kook nodded in understanding and grabbed his hand.

“I know it’s hard but you’ll get through it.” The blonde smiled at Lani as his grip on her hand became tighter.

“Thanks.”

“No problem, J. I’m here for you.”

After some more arguing between them, they all got into the Twinkie and started driving towards Hawk’s Nest. John B pulled up a bit far away, afraid someone would see him, and began to discuss the plan again before he got out. The teens were left alone inside the van giving Pope time to explain the whole spitting cobra thing. Minutes went by when screams were heard from afar, it sounded like Sarah. Lani noticed first and quickly climbed out of the van, making a run for it. John B had been pushed off the tower, landing flat on his back. Sarah was crying hysterically over him as she asked him to wake up but nothing happened. Pope called for an ambulance as JJ asked the Kook princess what happened on the tower.

After what felt like hours, the ambulance arrived taking John B away with Sarah who had strict instructions on keeping the pogues updated. JJ drove Pope and Kie to their house which left Lani to be the last. She knew he felt bad about Fallon and Rafe but she felt the need to talk about it, as a good friend she is.

“Are you okay?” She asked softly not wanting to startle the blonde.

“Um, yeah..yeah. Why do you ask?”

“That whole weird thing between Rafe and Fallon. I know you saw it too and I know you like her so..”

“Yeah, it was weird but I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” He said, giving the kook a fake smile. Lani didn’t ask anything else since it was obvious JJ did not want to talk about it. All the way home, the only thing she could think about was if Fallon was thinking about the blonde the same way.

“So what happened back there with Maybank?” Rafe asked as he sipped from his drink, standing next to Fallon who was leaning against the railing of the porch. Watching the employees clear tables, fold chairs and unhinged the fairy lights.

“Nothing, just… I thought it was gonna go differently. I was wrong.” She chuckled dryly, turning to him.

“I’m glad I stayed here with you though. I had a nice time.” Fallon continued, placing her hand on his chest and looking up at his blue orbs. Rafe smiled and slowly leaned down, giving her a passionate sweet kiss.

“Can you drive me home? My mom already left.”

“Yeah, you have to come home with me though. So I can get my car.” Fallon nodded and smiled, taking his hand. Rafe walked in front as they both made their way outside where Ward was waiting for them. The ride was filled with wandering hands, whispers and giggles.

They walked into Tannyhill hand in hand as everyone went up to their rooms. Leaving them alone, playing with each other’s hands as the sexual tension grew faster. Suddenly, Rafe grabbed her cheeks with both his hands and pulled her into a kiss. Their lips moved in a perfect rhythm as Fallon’s hands went up his chest to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. They parted to catch their breaths with their foreheads together.

“Do you wanna see a movie? In my room, it’s still pretty early.” Rafe said, looking at his watch and back at the pogue. Fallow nodded and he immediately grabbed her hand, both of them making their way up the stairs. She walked into his room in awe, feeling surprised with how neat it was. She stood in front of the shelves next to his dresser, staring at vintage car figures.

“I didn’t know you collected things.”

“Um yeah, I’ve bought one in every country I've visited. Some of them were my grandfather’s.” He said standing next to her as she continued to admire him.

“I like them. They’re… cute.” They laughed and moved to the bed, sitting next to each other with their backs against the headboard. Rafe placed his hand on Fallon’s lap, grabbing her hand. She placed her head on his shoulder half way through the movie, making him peck her forehead. The pogue looked up at him and began to lean in. Their lips met in the middle in a soft peck, until it began to grow into something more intense. She slowly straddled him as his big hands went up and down her back, in search of the zipper. Clothes flew across the room as they explored each other's bodies under the covers. The movie was still on, giving them a bit of a background noise as their breaths got heavier.

Most of the night consisted of heavy breaths and soft moans. The sun came through the window in the morning, shining on the messed up sheets. Rafe and Fallon laid in bed asleep until the pogue opened her eyes slowly. She looked around the room and down at her naked body, remembering the events of the night before.

“Oh my god.” She whispered, running her hand through her hair in disbelief.

good life: @ilovefandoms102 @agardenofbooks @cloverrover @lynlovesouterbanks

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violetnotez · 4 years ago

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HC: Y/N Wears a Revealing Version of their S/O’s hero suit

God it’s been so long since I’ve done headcannons, I miss them so much! These I’m going to keep tame, cause I don’t want them to be toooo spicy!

Also, I didnt iclude Shindo and Shinso, sorry! I realized rather quickly how long these got and didnt want to bog down this post, hope thats okay!

Pairings: Mirio x reader, Tamaki x reader, Bakugo x reader, Kaminari x reader (all characters aged to 18+)

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Mirio

It would be a disgrace if I didn’t use this pic

So you had been invited to a photo shoot for a pretty high end boutique to be one of the models

Were you stoked that this extremely prestigious brand wanted you on their front cover? Yes. Were you terrified as hell? Also a fat yes.

Mirio, being the adorable boyfriend he is, was hyping you up for it

“Your going to be amazing sunshine! Ya never know until you try, ya know?”

Even with him being your support, you still felt extremely self conscious

“I don’t know...I’m not a model, I don’t think I can do it-“

“Don’t talk so negatively like that babe! What if I came with you, would that calm your nerves some?”

Your practically melted into him, giving him the biggest hug everrrr

“Oh my god would you? That would make me feel so much better-“

“Of course babe! Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it!”

So the day of, you came into the photo shoot fresh faced and pale as hell from nerves

They seperated you from Mirio, taking you to the makeup area and clothing area

You entered a room lined with extremely bright makeup stands and racks of clothing, your area in a small corner to the right with a mannequin wearing a certain set of clothes

You finally realized what you were actually modeling-and your mouth dropped

No wonder the asked you to model, being Mirio’s girlfriend-it was a sexy version of his hero suit

It was a skin tight leotard, the number “1000000” scrawled against your chest, a thick red cape draping against the back

Lemon colored glasses and thigh high blue boots completed the look, a huge gulp reverberating from your throat-

How the hell were you going to pull this off? In front of your boyfriend no less-

You pain stakingly got your makeup done and your hair, your strands pooled up like Mirio’s hair in the front and the rest cascading in bed head curls

You finally got the skin tight costume on, looking at yourself in the mirror-you felt nervous but-strangely calm-you didn’t look half bad, actually

A small smile graced your face as you walked out, your heels clicking against the floors as you walked into the photo shoot room

Now the question was where was your-

“Hey sunshine! Whoa, that get up looks great, looks pretty similar to something I wear dontcha think?” He was totally teasing you, his tone playful as he leaned into your blushing face

Suddenly your bravery was gone and you were a nervous wreck-your boyfriend was looking at you with hungry eyes, his orbs gazing over every exposed curve

“Mirio, you don’t have to look at me like that-“ you whined, feeling your cheeks burn bright red

“But I want to look at you like this babe,” he smiled, his voice dropping as he licked his lips- “you look absolutely delicious dressed up like that.”

Tamaki

“Oh cmon Tamaki, please come with us!” You pleaded with your nervous boyfriend, his brows furrowed in fear

It was the middle of October, and you and Neijire were planning to go to an early Halloween party in the middle of town

“I-I wish I could go bunny, I really do, it’s just-“

Tamaki was fiddling with is hands, his inky black hair cascading over his distraught face

He would love to go with you, but the thought of people, and dancing, and dressing up, and oh god what if they made fun of his costume-

You placed a kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek, sending him a reassuring smile

“No worries, Tama, I get it-just stay home and chill, I’ll make sure to come home a little early,”

“Oh-okay,” he obliged, watching you go into the bathroom to get ready

Tanaka decided to do exactly what you asked him to do-he watched some TV, ate some food, anything to calm his nerves as you got ready

After an hour or so, you emerged from the bathroom, walking into the kitchen in your full get up

Your hair was straight, see through yellow glasses covering your eyes. You wore a black leotard, the fabric hugging your curves as a beige cape draped around your thighs. Two purple belt laid against your hips, drawing attention to your plush thighs as your boots clicked around the apartment

Poor Tamaki practically choked on his cereal when you walked in-when you said you were wearing a costume, you didn’t tell him it was his hero suit!

Tamaki walked over a blush erupting over his face, “Y-y/n? W-what are you-wearing?”

You spin around, guilt pooling in your stomach as your eyes met your boyfriends flustered gaze

“I’m sorry Tamaki I should have told you! The party is “hero” themed, so I thought the best suit to wear was yours-do you...want me to take it off?”

Tamaki vigorously shook his head, his cheeks a fiery red

“N-no! Please don’t! Honestly, that’s the last thing I want...” he stuttered his shaking hands resting on your hips and pulling you gently to his chest

You had never seen Tamaki so bold-your eyes widened, your hands placed against his chest

“-but I don’t think you should go to that party tonight”

Bakugo

You ran over to Bakugo, your phone screen containing a pic of a cosplayer dressed up in full Bakugo hero suit, gauntlets and all

You legit shoved it into your boyfriends face, your face beaming- “look how cool this costume is!”

“Tch-Only I can wear my hero suit as well as me,” Bakugo scoffed, going back to eating his ramen

You looked at him distraught and disbelief- “Cmon, Bakugo, you had to admit it’s pretty cool-“

“Cool? He’s a fucking wierd ass nerd, making my hero suit...” Bakugo said under his breath, his eyes now glaring at his phone screen

You placed your hands on your hips- “So if I wore your hero suit, I would be ‘wierd ass nerd’?”

Bakugo chuckled harshly- “Yeah-but you couldn’t wear it, like I said, I’m the only one who can pull it off-“

Ha-if that fucker wanted to play, then you were here to win

You slammed your hands down on the table, your arms encasing a surprised Bakugo in between your arms

You gave him a wicked grin, making Bakugo’s crimson eyes wide with surprise-“Bet bitch.”

Y’all are so mean to each other 😳

You stomped out of the room, your mind now reeling-you had ZERO idea how to make his costume...

You quickly made a call to Mina and Momo, telling them about your predicament-Mina would help you design, and Momo would help make the materials

Both were extremely open to helping you, especially Mina-any attempt to destroy Bakugo’s overly high ego, she was down to do!

But she had a twist to your intial plan- “what if you did a sexy version of him! That’d show him!”

You weren’t exactly sure how that would do anything, but eh why not-if you could make him even more mad, this was the way to do it

Momo was hesitant to make such a lewd outfit, but you quickly reminded her of her revealing hero outfit

-she quickly agreed after that

Mina designed the “suit”-honestly it was just a bra with two orange X’s, bootie shorts with a grenade belt, and green ribbon connecting to the black thigh high boots

You complained to Mina about how uncomfortable the high heel was, which she responded with “Beauty is pain!”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes

How would Bakugo’s suit be complete without the gauntlets! You three had the hardest time with that-deifnitely spent a whole day watching 3 hours worth of cosplay tutorials to make those damn things

But after many hours of snacking, hot glue guns, and screams of annoyance, you three FINALLY had the costume finished-and you couldn’t be happier! It honestly made you feel so cool and powerful...especially those gauntlets-

no wonder why he wore the clunky things, they honestly were fun to wear

You decided to wear the outfit before Bakugo came home one day, your face smug as you waited for him to enter your shared apartment

You finally heard the click of the door, Bakugo wearing his usual baggy pants and shirt he wore when he came home, his shoulder holding his duffel bag full of things

“-Hey”, he welcomed you gruffily, not even noticing your attire

“Hey yourself-“ you replied, a shit eating grin on your face as you walked over to him.

He still wasn’t looking, too busy rummaging through his bag- “Am I still a wierd ass nerd?”

Bakugo looked up, and holy shit was he in for a sight

When you said you would make his hero suit, he didn’t take it that seriosuly- you? Make his suit? Psh like that’d happen

BUT IT HAPPENED

You looked-really good in it too-he deifnitely was appreciating the extra skin that was involved 😳

You smirked at his obvious surprise, his cheeks a fiery red as you did a small spin in the suit- “How does it look?”

Suddenly you felt pressure against your wrists from Bakugo’s hands, your back now against the wall as Bakugo drank you in with his piercing red eyes

Now it was your turn to be surprised-cause crap you didn’t expect that to happen

He was now in control of the situation and he knew it-he gave you a shit eating grin, making your blood feel incredibly warm

“-it looks decent...but I think it would be better on the floor”

Kaminari

“Mina no, I’m not-“

You were in shock, flabbergasted, confused-when did they have a intimates based off of hero suits?

AND WHY THE HELL DID THEY HAVE YOUR BOYFRIENDS SUIT

“MINA YES!” she squealed, giggling as she pulled your size out of the rack

The little outfit was pretty revealing- all it was was a white lacy bralette, with a short black jacket with white lighnting bolt decal and a short black leather skirt to match

It was honestly not your thing-it also just felt wierd to wear something like this-

“Your buying it and that’s that-you needed neccesities and this-“ she shook the outfit in your face, “is a necessity!”

The girl seriosuly shouldn’t be allowed to spend money-she stuffed the outfit in her full bag of clothes, bouncing over to the register as you followed her from behind

“I needed bras Mina, not lingerie!”

Yeah she didn’t listen

You finally got home, trying on your new outfits from your shopping spree when you fell upon the set shoved in your shopping bag

The little pink sneak

You pulled it out-it wouldn’t hurt to try it on, she did buy it for you...

You quickly got into it, admiring your body in the mirror-it was tight alright, but kinda cute in ...the skirt accentuated your legs, the bra was decently comfy, and the jacket pulled the whole thing together and made it a pretty cool yet revealing outfit

Just as you were testing out how much movement you had in the leather jacket,you heard the door open to the bedroom you and your boyfriend shared

“Hey babe, do we have any more toilet-“ Kamianri waltzed in, unknowingly oblivious to the scene before him, until he laid eyes on you

You never thought you saw the man blush harder-his eyes were wide with shock, his cheeks a hot shade of red as sparks of electricity flashed around his body

He obviously didn’t know how to react, and in his flusteredness, he somehow slipped on the floor, landing with a hard thud

“Denki!” You yelled out, scrambling to your ditzy boyfriend, “you okay?”

Kaminari gazed up at you, and holy crap he felt blessed- he had a full view of your exposed cleavage, a grin growing on his face as blood tricked down from his nose

“Oh no, Kami, you got a bloody nose-“ you scrambled to get him a towel, kneeling down to place it against his nose

He quickly swiped the blood away, his hands instead pinning yours against your back

“-Dont worry about that,” he grinned, his eyes a dangerous shade of yellow, “let’s worry about you babygirl...and where you got that little get up,”

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Taggings:

@weebartistinc @orokayagi @leeeah-loooser @bakarinnie @johnnysactualgf

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dontshootmespence · 4 years ago

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Home Again

Summary: Spencer and Luke are happily married when the world goes to shit. In the chaos, they’re separated. After years, each one presumes the other dead. Until one day.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Luke Alvez

Word Count: 3,564

Warning: Zombie apocalypse shit. Character deaths.

A/N: This fulfills my apocalypse au square for @cmbingo.

Inside their mid-size apartment, Luke dances to his favorite music as he moves about the kitchen, getting dinner ready for when Spencer comes home. A medical researcher’s work was never really done, but in the years since they’d gotten married, Spencer made a commitment to be home by every night at 6PM unless they discussed otherwise.

Turning on the nightly news, Luke saw what looked like a pretty severe car accident on the road that Spencer normally took on the way home. He pulled out his phone and dialed, hoping to give his husband a head’s up about the driving conditions, but it went straight to voicemail. “Hey, Spence, it’s me. I mean, of course it’s me,” he laughed. “But anyway, I’m working on dinner now and I just saw the news. There’s a big accident on I-275 so you might want to take another way home if you can. I’ll see you in a little bit. Love you.”

As Luke slipped the chicken into the pot, he heard what sounded like another car wreck and ran to the window, sticking his head out to see a car on its side and one man running clumsily after another. A knock at the door distracted him from the damage on the street below.

“Luke, it’s Steven. Open up.”

Steven was their neighbor and a college student. They rarely ever spoke. “Steven, what’s wrong?”

“There’s something wrong, man. People are going crazy out there. They’re attacking each other and...and eating each other. It’s like there are...”

Luke couldn’t help but laugh. “Do not say zombies. There’s no such thing, kid.”

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Steven insisted. “Something is happening. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll pack up some essentials and get moving. Apparently, it started at the Recovered Exploration Lab downtown and people, zombies, whatever they are, they’re headed this way. I just wanted to give you a heads up.”

Steven sped down the stairs in a panic, leaving Luke’s focus to drift back to the television. “We’re here just above Recovered Exploration Lab where the breakout of what looks like zombies seems to have started,” the news anchor started. “On the ground, people are ripping and tearing and eating each other in what seems to be a real-life apocalypse, folks. At this time we don’t know what caused it, but we can assume that the staff at Recovered Exploration have been keeping secrets. This is WLVW Channel 2 News. Back to you in the studio.”

Luke couldn’t believe what he was hearing and ran back to the window to see even more people than before ambling down the street. Cursing under his breath, he pulled out his phone again and dialed Spencer again. “Spence, have you heard what’s on the news? Are they talking about it on the radio? They’re saying it’s a real life zombie apocalypse out there and I’m, I’m, I’m, uh, looking out the window and people are attacking each other. There’s a swarm of people heading toward the apartment so I’m grabbing some essentials for us. Meet me at our diner okay? Then we can figure out what to do. Be safe, Spence. I love you.”

Running into their bedroom, Luke grabbed the biggest backpack he could find and anything he thought they might need. Spare clothes, toiletries, canned food, a can opener, toilet paper, some sharp knives and his guns from work. “What else?” He spoke into the empty room. On the wall hung their favorite picture from their wedding. He and Spencer wore matching tuxes and walked hand in hand along a lit-up, tree-lined path. Lost in thought, the commotion brought him back. He stuffed the picture into the backpack and ran downstairs, hoping that this was all a dream.

----

Having heard both of Luke’s messages, Spencer took an alternative route home, but unfortunately, he ran into another accident, slamming on the brakes as two cars crashed into stopped cars in front of them. With traffic at a standstill, he pulled his phone out and tried to call Luke. Obviously, there had to be another explanation for what was happening.

As he was about to try calling for a second time, he saw someone in the wreckage ahead, who he’d previously assumed to be dead, jerk back to life. Slowly, she go up from the ground and shuffled toward an office that had his back turned. When an ear-shattering scream resounded through the air, Spencer dropped his phone. She wasn’t the only one.

A man from a nearby car knocked on Spencer’s window. “Buddy, we need to get out of here. You have anything that might help?”

“Like what?” Spencer asked, voice quivering as he picked up his phone from the car floor and shoved it back in his pocket. Quickly, he searched the car for anything that might be helpful. His keys.

“Anything in the trunk?” The man asked, grabbing Spencer’s arm and yanking him away from the incoming crowd. “We need to move now.”

His mind had blanked. After grabbing the emergency preparedness bag from the trunk of the car that Luke insisted he have, he and the unnamed man ran over the highway barrier and away from the traffic. “I need to get to the diner on Jones and Washington,” Spencer said. “Do you know it? My husband said to meet him there.”

Staring back into the growing see of screaming and ambling bodies, the man replied. “I don’t think you’re going that way, kid.”

----

Stumbling down into the street they lived on, Luke looked around in horror. He ran. He ran as hard and as fast as his body would allow, staying clear of any of the infected like his life depended on it. Right now, it did.

Luke wavered between walking and running in the general direction of the diner he knew so well. For five years, every Friday, he and Spencer would head there for a greasy burger and fries and some of the best milkshakes either of them had ever tasted.

The farther he traveled from the apartment, the less insanity he seemed to encounter, but still, his heart beat with reckless abandon as he peered around every corner. If whatever this was didn’t get resolved soon, every street, every city, every state would be something to fear. No longer would he and Spencer be able to go to the local park and bask in the sun. No more walks on the beach. No more calm and colorful sunsets. “You’re getting ahead of yourself,” he muttered to himself. “Just get to the diner.”

Using landmarks to guide his way (so that he could keep his phone on and pray for a call from Spencer), he crossed what he believed was the halfway point between the apartment and the restaurant. They now lived in a world where people ate each other and rose from the dead, but it was the groups of human beings taking this whole situation as a free for all that he had to avoid most of all.

As he hurriedly turned the corner, Luke bumped into a group of nervous but determined young adults. The youngest couldn’t have been 16 and the oldest topped 25 at the most. By the looks of the straggling adults, most of them had already lost someone or taken this new world as an excuse to ditch their families and fend for themselves. The most self-assured of the bunch stepped in toward Luke and looked at his bag. “Seems like you’re well stocked.”

“For a couple days,” he replied, carefully taking a small step backward. “For my spouse and I until this whole thing blows over.” He spoke the words, but something told him ‘this whole thing’ wasn’t going to be over anytime soon.

With each step Luke took back, the young man stepped forward and tried to yank the bag from his grasp. “Sorry, kiddo. That ain’t happening.” Before the other man could swing his gun from his back and into his hand, Luke had his pulled and aimed. “Don’t. I don’t wanna hurt people. You walk away. I’ll walk away and we’ll pretend this never happened.”

The next moments passed by in a blur - kids running, bullets flying. Luke didn’t glance back, running away from the screams and toward the diner with tears in his eyes. He just shot a kid. A kid who was just trying to survive in whatever the hell this new world was.

----

Days passed before Spencer and his party of misfits arrived at the diner. Jim was the man that shook him to reality. On the way they’d also run into a single mother named Avery and her 3-year-old son, Chase, who were being harassed by a couple of guys who just didn’t want to take no for an answer. Although they tried to resolve things peacefully, Jim killed the one that pulled a gun on him and the other ran away. From there, they all went to Jim’s former precinct and grabbed whatever guns they could find. Unlike Luke, Spencer wasn’t used to holding guns, but he was going to have to get accustomed quickly.

Normally, the diner looked reminiscent of the 50s. Crisp black and white checkered floors, red leather seats, clean white tables and chrome chairs at similarly colored bar-tops. Now there were skid marks on the floors, dinged counters and bits of food all over the floor. The kitchen had already been ransacked so very little decent food was left, but they stocked up on what they could and waited.

Nearly a week went by before Jim insisted they leave. “I know your husband was going to meet you here, Spencer, but if we stay any longer we’re putting ourselves in danger. We don’t wanna use all our gunpower to defend this place when we can’t stay here.”

Spencer knew he was right, but the thought of leaving hurt his heart. “I’m never going to see my husband again, am I, Jim?”

The older man just looked at him sadly, resting his hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “Call him. You’ve still got a little power left. Leave a message. And hope for the best. I’ll give you a minute before we head out.”

Spencer thanked him softly and went into the back room before pulling out the phone. Shakily, he dialed Luke one more time. “Hey, babe. I’ve been at the diner for almost a week. I don’t know what happened to you...or,” his voice broke, “or if you’re even still alive, but if you are, I’m headed toward my mother’s nursing home. I need to see if she’s okay. I have no idea if we’re ever going to see each other again. I hope we are. But if we aren’t, I need you know that the years we’ve been together, the years we’ve been married, they’ve been the best and happiest of my life. Studying what I study, it can suck the life out of you, but seeing you in the mornings, the sun shining on your face, it gave me that little push I needed to go do what I do. You changed my life, Luke. I love you so much. If you’re out there, and you can’t get to me, just know that, I love you with everything I have.”

Quickly, he ended the call and shoved the phone back in his pocket before breaking down sobbing. He allowed himself a few minutes and then met Jim, Avery and Chase outside. They’d all agreed to head in the direction of his mother’s nursing home. Spencer prayed that Luke and his mother were still alive. And safe.

----

After shooting the kid, Luke ran into a building a melted down. Sure, he’d had to shoot people before. He’d killed people before. But this was different. This was practically a kid whose only crime was trying to look out for the group he was with. Between dodging zombies and dodging other people, it took Luke almost two full weeks to get to the diner, but by the time he arrived, if Spencer had been there, he was gone.

Despite the possibility of nearby zombies or walkers or whatever he’d heard people calling them, Luke screamed at the top of his lungs and lost it. Without finding him here, there was no guarantee that they were ever going to see each other again. In his search for any salvageable supplies, he came across random papers, broken glass, ripped bandages - but nothing of use.

When he glanced down at the floor, he saw Spencer’s signature and hurriedly picked it up, but the other pieces of whatever note he left were too ripped up and dirty and stepped on for him to make out what it said. As his fingers slid over his husband’s name, a tear fell from his eye. If Spencer was still alive, he was likely headed in the direction his mother lived.

“Hello?” A small voice broke Luke from his train of thought. He spun around, his hand on the gun in his holster. “Please don’t hurt me,” the girl said. Dirt and dried blood covered her face and her eyes conveyed a lifetime of hurt. “Please.”

Luke lowered his gun. “How old are you?”

“Fourteen.”

Luisa had been right in the eye of the storm at the start of this whole thing weeks earlier. “My papa died trying to save my mama. And then she was bitten trying to save my sister and I. She saved me, but it was too late for Josephine. My mother lost too much blood. She fell asleep and never woke up and I had to- I had to put her out of her misery. I’m all alone.”

“Not anymore, kiddo. “You’ll stay with me.”

“Thank you - “

“Luke.”

“Thank you, Luke.”

----

The weeks that followed put Spencer’s band of misfits went through the ringer. After detouring around a group of people that would’ve outnumbered them three to one had they decided they wanted trouble, they had to fight their way through a hoard of walkers. Though they had few weapons, they managed, but not without Jim being bitten.

“Kid, you know without a medic around this tourniquet is just stopping the inevitable. The bastard nicked my brachial artery,” Jim said, heavily drawing in each breath as it came to him. “You’ve got to take the weapons and keep those two safe for as long as you can. Maybe find your husband again.”

Spencer swallowed the lump in his throat. “I could go find-”

“No way. There’s a hoard at our backs and only Lord knows what up ahead. I won’t have you risking that for me.”

Over and over again, Spencer tried to reason with him, but in a way Jim was right. He had no idea what was up ahead and even if he found a medic there was no guarantee that he’d get back in time to save Jim. “I’m sorry,” Spencer said, placing a handgun in his palm. “I really am.”

“I know, kid. I have you find your husband again. Now get going.”

Once Spencer grabbed the weapons Jim had, he gathered up Avery and Chase and headed out into the unknown. A gunshot rang out and the crows fled into the sky. Hope was waning fast.

----

On their way to Diana’s nursing home, Spencer, Avery and Chase faced no further challenges. As soon as they detected voices, they headed away from them, preferring to stay in their small group of three than risk bringing other people into their ranks. They crossed the occasional zombie, but they were quickly dispatched.

Finally, they reached Diana’s home, but they were too late. Spencer found her alive, but too bloodied and bruised to move. “Mom, I’ll find someone. I won’t let you die,” Spencer said softly as he cried. “I can find someone to help and we can get you out of here.”

Diana was nothing if not a realist. “I’m going to die, Spencer. Soon probably. I just hope I can keep my wits about me until the sleep sets in. How’s Luke? Where is he? Is he-?”

“I don’t know,” Spencer sobbed. “You really want to talk about my life right now?’

“Yes. When I first saw this on the news, I thought I was having a nightmare, but it’s real and it’s unreal and I just want a sense of normalcy.”

Spencer radioed Avery to tell her where he was before curling in next to his mother. “I was on my way home from work when this all started. Luke was home. I-I haven’t seen him since and I don’t think I’m ever going to see him again. Mom, I’m so scared of being alone.”

“You’ll find him again,” Diana said weakly.

“How do you know?”

“A mother knows. Remember?”

Spencer grabbed her hand and started reading the nearest book he could find. “Spencer...” she said, whisper soft. “It’s time for me to go to sleep.”

“No, mom, just a little bit longer.”

“Promise me something.”

“Anything.”

Diana fought for each breath. “Don’t let me turn into one of those things.”

Spencer choked out a sob. “I won’t.”

“And stay hopeful.”

He promised he would, though he wasn’t sure it was a promise he could keep. “Mom?”

Nothing.

Before she could come back, he took a small gun out of his pocket, aimed, and fired. “I’ll try, Mom.”

----

Days passed into weeks passed into months passed into years. In a world changed, it changed those within in. Luke, once a confident and self-assured government agent, turned inward, going from one “safe haven” to another and sheltering himself and Luisa until their hideaway was discovered and they needed to move on, never once fighting for a place to call a makeshift home.

Through the years he lost himself, finding that instead of helping others, he did only what he had to do for he and Luisa to survive, never once taking a life, only dispatching zombies when need be.

On the other hand, Spencer found himself hardening against the world. More than a year after everything began, Avery was overtaken by a hoard they passed, shoving Chase out of the crowd and toward Spencer. With her last breaths, she begged Spencer to take care of her son. Five years later, he and the almost nine-year-old boy headed a group of nearly 50 people, though numbers dwindled and rose from month to month.

Spencer became a leader, but he confided in no one, killed if it was necessary to defend his “home”, and rarely spoke, shutting down in the face of any emotional connection. To connect was to lose, and he had lost enough.

“Daniel and Alexa, you’ll accompany me into town for some supplies.” In addition to defending the makeshift community they’d developed, Spencer always sent out scouts to ensure that no one touched the supplies in surrounding towns. Less-looted stores were low in number and eventually he would need to conduct another reconnaissance mission to find supplies, but for now they would survive. “We leave within the hour.”

Smiles were few and far between, for Spencer more than most. However, the little boy he’d ended up raising as his son brought him a sliver of joy, along with his memories of Luke. They coaxed him to sleep at night and in the morning, he used them to make it through the day. “Chase, you know I love you, right?”

“I do, Spencer. Be careful okay? I can’t lose you.”

“I’ll be back.” He never promised, knowing more than most that sometimes the world was cruel. “Be good for Sandra.”

Though he was born before the world went to shit, Chase had essentially grown up in this new world. He was disciplined and trustworthy and more an adult than any almost nine-year-old boy should ever have to be.

On the way to gather supplies, Spencer zoned out, only gathering little bits of the conversation going on behind him. Both Daniel and Alexa had lost spouses at the start of the apocalypse and something told Spencer they were seeking comfort in one another now that they were “safe.” Funny how the meaning of a word could change in such a short amount of time.

While out for supplies, Spencer had insisted that no one go anywhere alone, so the three entered the hardware store in search of anything they could use as a weapon. As he gathered ropes and zip ties and wrenches into his supply bag, he heard Alexa and Daniel call for him. “Boss!”

Spencer approached the two, their guns raised and ready to fire. In the line of sight was a young woman, sheltered by a man. He closed his eyes and begged the universe for this not to be a joke, his mind playing tricks on him. When Spencer opened his eyes, he remained. “Luke?”

He smiled and immediately broke into tears. “Spence? You’re, you’re-”

Pushing past Daniel and Alexa, Spencer ran into Luke’s arms on the verge of tears, pressing his lips to his husband’s for the first time in nearly seven years. “I’m alive. And you’re here. How are you here?”

“Because I’m a different person. You?”

“Me too,” Spencer said sadly. “Everything’s changed. Except what I feel for you. I’m finally home again.”

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boowanie · 4 years ago

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pairing: jeonghan x reader

genre: angst and slight fluff

wc: 893

summary: all the signs were there but you chose to love him a little bit more to save what was left of your crumbling relationship.

eri’s note: can yoon jeonghan stop bias wrecking me 🥺 i wrote this late at night so please bear with me and i hope you beans like it!

sign one.

you felt the bed dip on the other side, jeoghan’s side, and the coldness it brought despite the hot water bottle pressed against your side. you couldn’t figure out whether it was from the coldness of his behaviour or just the autumn’s weather that made you shiver under the sheets. you were expecting him to turn around, greet you and kiss you goodnight like he usually did but as seconds passed by in silence, you knew you weren’t going to feel his lips on your forehead or the pads of his fingertips dancing along your hip.

and then it happened, the sound of his snore began to fill the tiny room of your small apartment.

it just wasn’t the same anymore.

sign two.

you sat by the window sill, admiring the way the orange leaves fell from the branches swiftly. you watched some more despite the students that began to crowd the lecture room you were in and when the professor finally made his presence known with a slam of his briefcase, you looked away from the fallen leaves, knowing that you were falling apart piece by piece just like them.

the professor lectured and despite your racing thoughts and your shivering hands, you listened. you needed this. you needed to pass this class. you needed to leave seoul as soon as you could.

when he ended the lecture, the students began to file out while you grabbed your things in a slow manner. with your laptop neatly shoved into your bag, you headed out the door. you stopped midway when your eyes caught jeonghan’s. he moved quicker than lightning when he saw your figure by the door, and with his friend’s laughter booming across the corridor, you just knew it wasn’t the same.

final.

he was upset. no. he was raging in anger and it scared you despite the distance between you two. he threw whatever he could grasp in his hands, and flung them to the ground, leaving the objects laying shattered on the floor.

“what the fuck is wrong with you jeonghan?”

he clenched his fists and collided his knuckles against the wall, making you shy away from the sound it made.

“you.”

“you’re the problem y/n. you’ve always been the problem.”

you wished you could figure out what on earth was going through his mind when he uttered those words because no matter how much you thought about it, you had no idea what you did wrong.

“and you think throwing shit on the floor and making a mess of our belongings the best way to fix whatever’s going on between us?” you raised your voice, your tears finally streaming down your face as you took a step closer towards him.

“i can’t keep doing this anymore y/n. i-i think i want to call it quits. me, you..we’re done.”

bonus.

you tossed your graduation cap up, watching it fly in the air and come back down in your hands. junhui took multiple photos of you despite the endless amount of times you told him to stop.

“can’t i be proud of you?” he huffed, taking one last picture of you taking the bouquet of flowers your other bestfriend gave as soon as you stepped foot out of the graduation hall.

“we’re so proud of you, you dummy,” eunha squealed, clapping her hands as she began to gush about the plans she had for the three of you for the rest of the evening.

however, in the midst of eunha’s rambling, you noticed the way junhui became silent, his lips forming into a straight line while he tightened his grip on his camera. you gave him a questioning look, your eyes following his own until they reached a pair that you once loved.

“jeonghan..” you whispered while eunha’s hand gripped your wrist to pull you towards her and away from him.

“can i talk to you?” he asked, his hands fidgeting with his own graduation cap while he stared at you with pleading eyes.

you turned around to see eunha and junhui shaking their heads from side to side, knowing the heartbreak he caused and the endless nights where they had to coax you to eat or even just nibble on a piece of fruit. but you shook your own head at them, “it’ll be quick, i promise guys.”

with light footsteps, you walked over to jeonghan while they could only sigh as they observed you two with displeasure.

“congrats,” you started, slightly waving your own degree by your side.

“you too,” he smiled.

“so..”

“i-i just wanted to say sorry. for everything y/n.”

your heart clenched momentarily but you didn’t let his words affect you like before, “it’s okay jeonghan. that was kind of a shitty thing for you to do but it doesn’t matter anymore. i just wished you let me go before you decided to cheat on me.”

he winced at your words, “how’d you figure out?”

“jeonghan, the signs were there. i knew you were falling out of love with me but i didn’t have the heart to let you go but i’m okay now. it’s been a year and i’ve finally moved on,” you murmured, gently patting his cheek.

“i wish you the best in life hannie, i really do.”

his eyes welled up as he watched you walk away. jeonghan knew you moved on, he watched with regret as you walked hand in hand with junhui — the person that managed to help you pick up your shattered heart piece by piece until it was whole again.

#yoon jeonghan #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan angst #jeonghan scenarios #jeonghan imagines #seventeen angst #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios

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impala1967dwinchester · 4 years ago

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Sam Winchester: Trouble Makers

Pairing: Teen!Sam W. x Teen!Reader

Pov: Sam

Warnings: Fluff, Sam, making trouble, kissing, teenage love, Getting into trouble.

Summary: All the two of them is getting into trouble and each other.

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This is just cuteness, with a teenager Sam, straight fluff between Sam and the reader. Also written for band-psychos 1.5 followers bingo writing challenge 2021.

Square: Late night adventure

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Taglist: @band--psycho @sweetdetectivequeen @wonderfulworldofwinchester

"Come on Sam, hurry your ass up!" Y/n said half screaming and half whispering at me from the window. I grumbled and moved in my bed.

"Sam, you promised we'd go out tonight!" She whispered. I tossed in my bed before throwing the sheets away from my warm body. I had worn my previous day's clothes to bed, knowing that Y/n would be at my window way too early.

"Quiet down, give me a second," I said pushing my sneakers on and standing up. She stood in front of my window, leaving it open just a bit for her. She danced outside the window and gave me a look of excitement.

I grabbed my cell phone and jumped out of the window. It was more chiller than I anticipated. Y/n dressed in jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, and a fluffy long sweater. It was cute. She looked warm as she danced and moved in front of me. She hummed with her eye closed barely missing bumps in the sidewalk, or garbage in the street.

"Y/n watch out would ya'" I said running to catch up with her. I have known Y/n since we were little kids that played in the sandbox at school. Basically growing up with each other. Both of us school being smart, and street smart with people.

She was the type of girl that dressed up for homecoming and graduation but at her heart, she was a full-out tomboy. She is beautiful she stops in the road turns and swings to look at me. Her smile only becomes bigger as she remembers that I'm behind her.

Today at school I had promised Y/n during our second period ap class. She had already been begging me for the last week. Texting me during the week.

"Y/n since you're the one who wanted to go out. What are your plans for tonight?" I asked, looking over at her. Without missing a beat, "Yeah, I have an idea. With it being two in the morning, I was thinking we could go to the old arcade place down on western street." She said smiling, with begging eyes behind that smile.

Whatever you want Y/n, you know all you gotta do is ask me and I'll give it to you. What else would I do for you? Anything to see that bright smile in the light of the moon. Anything to be the boy... man that makes you feel like you're at the top of the world.

"We can figure it out, Y/n," I said taking her hand in mine. We usually walked around for a few hours before getting into trouble wherever we would, or we could possibly never be found out about.

We walked down the street, hands together clasped together like she never wanted to let go of me. It was that homey feeling. The feeling of knowing no matter what else is going on outside, or maybe just around our bubble. Nothing is messing with our moments together.

I'd like to think that's why sometimes we don't get caught. That's the best feeling. But regardless of that, let me tell you of the night that I got into some trouble with my dear Y/n.

We had finally made our way to the arcade. No cars parked outside, and all the lights were out. This was the same building that was lit up during the day and always had a full parking lot in front. It was also the place that Dean would take me most of the time when he had a girl or girls over at the house.

I had all the high scores on the speed racing machines, and I knew all the right patterns for getting the most tickets. The number of tickets I'd have by the end of the day was shocking. The times that I'd gone up to the front desks and claimed my prizes were great.

But that was outweighed by the times that with said tickets I had taken soft animals and stupid little items for Y/n. No, we weren't dating, but yes how much I wished I could have her for my own. take care of her like she's supposed to be.

Y/n had become my friend in a science class. Dean had introduced her to a douchebag, which ended up breaking her heart. Since then Y/n has come to me every time a boy has hurt her, but I've never been harsh and rude about the things she tells me I just console her and do what 'friends' are supposed to do.

'Friends' aren't supposed to fall for each other. They aren't supposed to wake up at two in the morning to break into a building just so she can have some midnight fun.

Y/n hasn't dated anyone in a long while, but the fear of her doing so is raw and harsh for me. Afraid that I'll have to pick up the pieces again, repair her and not kill that guy that broke her down yet again. I just wish.

I wish that she be smart enough to see that she has an amazing guy standing right next to her already. There's no need to go searching through the pit of bad guys, or guys that just want her body for sex.

I don't want those things right now... I just want her heart, I want her beautiful mind. To realize that she isn't missing out because I'm already there for her.

Regardless of that, we had arrived at the old arcade building. Y/n pulled a bobby pin from her hair one that was already there in case she needed it. She was much the female version of macgyver.

Lock picking the front door wasn't that hard. But having Y/n over my shoulder only made me feel hot, it was a weird feeling. My body could feel her eyes tracing down my body.

Down my spine, it tingled. Back up to my neck. it was so strange. I wonder if this is how Y/n feels when my gaze gets stuck on her in school, or just when she's walking in front of me.

"Sammy, you brought the quarters right?" She questioned me as I shut the door after letting her walk in first. "Come on Y/n you know I always do," I said, locking the door just in case.

Going to machines first, she grasped m hand and pulled me with her. Her hands were so soft and warm. They were much smaller than mine. But you ever get that feeling where something is just right, I wonder if Y/n feels it too?

"Come on Sammy, please!" She said as I handed her the quarters for the stupidest game they had. Pac man. The game that Y/n had a strong love/hate relationship with. Her love for the design of the game, but her hate for how she could never get past my high score.

"Sammy go play a game before the sun comes up and we have to leave." She said turning her head slightly to glare at me. "No, Y/n I think I'll stay right here," I said with a cock tone.

"Yeah stay here and watch me fail."She said rolling her eyes before going back to the game. She tried four times before giving up and grabbing my hand once again leading me towards the ski ball area.

"Mr. Kay has really kicked up this area," I said looking at the different colored machines and how many he really did have. She looked around a raised eyebrow before opening my hand and taking the necessary number of quarters and starting a game.

Let me remind you we were doing this all in the dark. She giggled as the balls dispensed. She was thought just a second early causing her fingers to get in the way of the balls. "Shit." I turned around

"What? Did you... Are you okay?" I said stumbling across my words. "Yeah I'm fine Sammy, the balls just hit my fingers." She said as I held her hand in my own inspecting her fingers. Before kissing them all individually.

When I looked up she was blushing and smiling. My actions now processing in my head. "I'm so sorry, I didn't... I'm..." "Sammy it's okay, you know if I had a problem with something I'd most definitely tell you." She said patting my cheek gently, before going back to her game.

I felt so hot, so warm, so in love. Is that possible to fall in love with someone just by what they say. Because if so, that's what had just happened.

when Y/n had finished that game. I couldn't help but let my hands roam, they roamed up her back, up her spine, just behind her neck. "Sam? What?" She started to talk.

But I think she might have got lost in my eyes, or maybe in the moment. IOnce her eye met mine, I couldn't help but kiss her, bring her lips closer to me.

Y/n let me guiding her lips towards my own. She plump kissable lips towards me. She at this moment looked so beautiful, so perfect. The sun was starting to come in from the big glass-paned windows. It laid nicely across her face and her body.

Once our lips did finally meet. It felt like magic if that's even possible. Her hands coming up to grasp my face, mine falling down to her hips, pulling her closer to my body.

"Y/n" I breathed out, turning her in my grasp before I gently laid her down onto one of the used ski-ball machines. She moaned into our kiss, but unfortunately, there's a thing call air. And we both so desperately needed it.

We stayed in this position for a moment catching our breath, but not before we could get any further. The light of the building turned on, I was so dazed and stuck in the gaze of Y/n sweet eyes. I didn't hear the click of the old man's shoes against the tile floor.

"Excuse me?" I heard. In the slipt of a second, I was off of Y/n and standing, as if I had just been caught by my father. "I'm so sorry Mt. Kay. We'll be leaving now. I'm so sorry, please don't tell my father." I jumbled out, grabbing Y/n's hand to pull her up.

He took one look at Y/n and me. He smiled and spoke in a rather harsh voice. "I did feel like I had forgotten somethin' last night. You two are fine. I remember sneakin' away with my girl many years ago. And don't fear, Sammy I won't be tellin' anyone." Mr. Kay said waving us off.

I could feel Y/n's heartbeat in her hand. We walked out the front door, the sun beaming just over the peak of the trees. We walked in silence before Y/n spoke, "You know I thought that was going to worse than it did." She said, our hands still clasped together.

Her hair a wreck since I had run my hand through it while making out with her. "We finally got caught," I said, looking forward. The number of mixed emotions going on in my body right now was confusing the hell out of me.

"Sam?" She said. "Sam, what's going in your mind? I can see the steam pouring out of your ears." She said trying to make me laugh. "Sam please talk to me?" She said tugging on my hand.

"Y/n... I'm sorry." Her eyebrows bent inward. "What? You've.. Huh?" She said stopping in her spot. " I'm sorry that I just kiss you like that, and that we got caught."

She just smiled and rolled her eyes. "Stop apologizing, I liked you kissing me." She said stepping closer to me, a most likely dumbfounded expression. "Close your lips, and kiss me again Sammy." She said leaning in closer.

I hadn't thought that Y/n also was fallin' in love with me. Stupid teenager's minds. Getting caught, but loving the trouble we caused. "I think Sammy.. I think I love you. I think I've loved you for a long time now." Y/n said. I smiled and hummed in agreement.

Completed on: 05/20/2021

Posted on: 05/21/2021

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helisol · 4 years ago

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again not a finished fic but very extensive notes, this one’s a chonker, 4k words

tl;dr: take it a ds9 but make it into high fantasy wizards. garashir, kiradax and quodo. we’ve got it all here folks.

SO BASICALLY

I read a book about a young witch apprentice in a world where every magician has a ~special name~ based on an object/plant/animal they’re spiritually connected to.

then I watched ds9 and got introduced to the concept of cardassians being lizards.

the result- wizard lizard.

So Garak “The Lizard” is a mage that got exiled from his home country and ended up taking a pretty neat job in a rural area of a larger empire where being a wizard is Cool and Widely Accepted.

his duties include keeping the villages around his tower safe, looking for young mages to turn into apprentices, and sometimes making clothes because he’s Still A Tailor.

however, because of his chronic “i no wanna work” disease, this lizard has not actually been looking around the villages near him for magically gifted children. shame on him.

because through his negligence Julian Bashir, young village doctor, grew up without even knowing that he can do ~magic~

but he soon finds out when his town gets attacked by a Big Evil Magic Monster. The Lizard is taking his sweet time to come to their rescue and Julian can’t just sit by and watch innocent people get mauled by a Chimera or Giant Mantis.

So Julian does the heroic thing and jumps inbetween a wounded child and the monster in the exact second Garak shows up.

And he gets to watch as Julian unleashes some Magic for the first time.

Then Garak Kind Of Abducts Julian So He Can Teach Him Magic

Garak is contractually obligated and allowed to take on anyone who is capable of magic as an apprentice, and he finds Julian’s magic interesting enough to invoke that contract now. Not Julian himself though. Only his magic. for now.

Julian- for like, the first week- is NOT OKAY with being teleported into a tower fortress by a wizard he finds intimidating and scary, and he loudly protests when Garak actually starts to teach him magic spells.

However, this is Julian, and he *is* intrigued by the thought of being able to use magic For Doing Good.

So one night he admits defeat and slinks up to the tower and goes “Okay. Compromise. Teach me healing magic.”

To which Garak is like 👀 “Okay.”

They start having regular magic lessons mostly focused on healing, which Julian is just naturally good at. So they move on to other things. Which Julian is Not naturally good at.

And he becomes very frustrated.

Garak tries to assuage him and says that he doesn’t have to be accomplished in every single field and discipline- which is logically true- but Julian is having none of it since Garak is accomplished in every field.

In a fit of anger Julian unleashes emotional magic again and breaks some of Garak’s things. Books, vials, a desk, nothing super major. But Julian is still surprised and shocked at himself for causing trouble like this and he Runs Away. Straight up exits stage left.

And Garak, who just got flung against the wall by his little apprentice, just rushes to the window and looks as Julian runs away and he is. Disappointed.

Next we have Julian returning home and everyone is like "Doctor!!! You were gone for half a year???" And Julian is like "I thought I was only gone for a month at most-"

Yeah the joke is time flies when you’re having fun because Julian *did* have fun living with Garak. He doesn’t regret leaving though, after all Garak was probably furious after he wrecked his study he wasn’t.

So Julian says to himself "Hmph. I'll just stay home for a week. Garak will hardly notice I'm gone. And then I can make it up to him."

But Then He Stays For A Whole Month

He has to instruct a new doctor to take over the nearby villages, do some paperwork, help some sick people, practice some magic on his own- and at the end of the month He Doesn’t Want To Stay Any Longer.

He’s always been different from the other village people, and now he finally got a taste of what it’s like to have someone help you to achieve your potential and widen your horizon and he *doesn’t* want to give that up for a boring but busy country life.

So back to the tower it is. Julian arrives, the place is kind of messy, and when he finds Garak he is in his study. on the floor. a little drunk, definitely sad, and Very Surprised To See Him.

Here we get a scene where Garak tipsily tells Julian how much he’s grown to appreciate him, not just for his magic talent, but as a person- and that he’s missed him.

But The Next Morning Garak Does Not Remember

And he's just like "Oh Julian. Youre back. I'd almost forgotten about you."

For a second Julian wants to punch a wall because *Yesterday You Told Me You Missed Me*, but then he just Smiles. settles for what they have right now. and asks Garak to continue teaching him magic.

so they go on. and have. so many gay moments.

And then Garak gets told to attend some kind of magic council meeting/banquet.

Julian says something along the lines of "Oh well, guess I'll stay home. You know, protect the fort. Practice magic." but he's a little sad about it.

But garak just goes "Hmm No. I'm taking you with me"

"What-" "I'm introducing you as my apprentice to the magic council." "W h a t-" "Oh also you need pretty clothes for this so I'm gonna make you some. Since you’re a commoner with no actual taste." "W H A T-"

So garak makes a really nice suit for Julian and for himself they match and they go to the Cool Wizard Banquet.

At which Julian meets a lot of wizards and witches and he's like "Wow this is so exciting!" but he also realises he is a Total Country Bumpkin And Noob compared to these people and their apprentices.

He also hears that Apparently the Local Wizard of every region is supposed to do a 5-yearly sweep of the surrounding towns to check for kids that have magic potential and then send them to Magic School/take them in as their apprentice directly.

And Garak. Did not do that.

He was Lazy and Angery. Exile will do that to you.

Julian isn’t too happy when he learns about this and he walks out of the banquet hall into the garden- to where Garak follows him.

"So just because you were all bitchy about having to follow this country's rules about magic you let me grow up not knowing my full potential? How many of my childhood friends might be able to do magic if they tried?"

“I was in a really bad place back then."

"SO WHAT? Things are okay now because you found me? If you had been two minutes early during that attack you wouldnt even know I could use magic!"

"...but I *wasn’t* early!"

So Julian just throws up his hands in frustration and leaves to get away from Garak for a while.

The next day he mingles more with the other apprentices and they exchange Ideas and Skills and also Gossip about their teachers.

Some of the apprentices suggest that Julian could go to magic school for a while before applying for a *new* teacher, since obviously Garak did him wrong.

This doesn’t sound like a bad idea, so he talks with some older mages and most of them are friendly and are like “Oh yeah, sure, we’d love to take you in.”

But then it turns out a lot of people are talking behind his back about how much of an outlier he is.

(wizard culture is like 50% magic and 50% gossip)

So Julian is standing on a balcony and down below he hears a group of Douche Wizards discussing his inadequacies.

And it kinda makes Julian feel like absolute shit, so his powers go wobbly again. But then enter stage right: Garak

Who properly puts those wizards into their rightful place like "Say one more bad thing about my apprentice and I’ll blast your punk ass back to Romulus. You should KNOW the reason why I dont usually take apprentices, but here you are anyway saying he has no power. He has more power in his pinky than all of you combined."

Turns out there’s an extra layer to Why Garak didn’t do the "Check for Magicians in your Area" thing- it’s because he openly has no interest in training or working with anyone who isnt Special or Powerful.

Which means Julians happens to be. very special. and very powerful.

And hearing that from Garak makes him go 😳

His emotions are running high and he starts *floating*. Probably the worst thing to do on a first floor balcony out of All The Things To Do On A First Floor Balcony.

So he’s Floating and he doesnt know how to make that Stop.

He panics, starts falling and basically crashes right into Garaks arms.

"Oh great, youre right on time. We're leaving."

"What? But the banquet lasts for a week?" also I'm still a little mad but also a little in love with you?

But Garak has already teleported them back to the tower before he can really argue.

Anyway Julian is upset about many things overall, but mostly that he didnt get to dance. He practiced a lot in his off time.

Thank God Garak Knows This

"...I know how to make magic music. Let’s have a little fun at least."

They dance and Julian starts floating *again*.

Garak 👀’s @ Julian floating "Okay I’ve been recording most of your emotion based powers. This is new."

Julian just Floats Higher out of embarrassment, so garak is like ‘well I'll just join him up there.’

So he does and Julian is like “WHY CAN YOU DO THAT. SHOW ME HOW TO DO THAT. HOW CAN I CONTROL THIS."

Turns out his emotions are too unclear, which makes his magic unbalanced, so really all they have to do is get him some Clarity.

Garak is like "Well one very easy way to do that is-" and then they kiss in the air. Floating. because I’m gay and I will use gay magic tropes as I see fit.

so that’s the garashir side of things, on to kiradax

There's Some Slow Burn In There

Basically Kira is a mage, but instead of using magic to fight she just Enchants Swords/Arrows/Other Weapons.

Because she fought in a wizard war and when there's not a lot of mana potions to go around you have to get creative.

She didn’t get a proper magician name because she was actually never anyone’s apprentice, but people still call her The Blade because she is just so cool.

Anyway in this universe mages age very slowly, and Kira is probably around 60 years old when she meets Jadzia. Which is not a lot in wizard years.

She does feels a little inadequate about being so Young and Inexperienced she didn’t really expect nor wanted to run into the legendary Jadzia Dax who everyone thinks is like 300 years old, maybe more.

So meeting someone who is her complete opposite just makes her go "Hmph. I dont wanna associate with you."

But Jadzia keeps popping in randomly around her almost every day until Kira snaps like "WHAT is your problem???"

“I never learned how to enchant tools."

"What."

"Can you teach me?"

"The great Dax has never enchanted a single tool or weapon?"

"I took care of everything with other types of magic. Will you teach me?"

So Kira Nerys, The Blade, the person everyone looked down on because she uses enchanted tools instead of magic for everything- is being asked by this legendary mage to teach her something. What an honor. What an incredible thing.

But She Says No

So Jadzia keeps bothering her every day.

But eventually bothering her turned into "Hey wanna get some coffee? Wanna go to the library with me? Can I look at you while youre in the smithy? Do you wanna look at me while I come up with new magic formulas? Wanna get drunk together and maybe kiss but definitely have no recollection of it in the morning?"

- over a span of 10 years.

But at the end of those 10 years Jadzia still hasnt learned how to enchant tools.

And it takes One day at the magic banquet for Nerys to actually realise the Implications of that.

It’s the third banquet they've been to- together, as each other’s plus one.

They color coordinate their robes and wear matching accessoires. The works.

And Kira decides that now is the day to grill her Totally-Not-Girlfriend about the reason why she sticks around.

"You could have just gotten someone else to teach you how to enchant things."

"Why would I need anyone to teach me, I have you to enchant things *for me*."

"No but before I started doing it for you. Like the whole first five years of knowing me."

"Oh well I didn’t want anyone else because I was very much infatuated with you."

And Kira just bluescreens. Error 404 nerys.exe not found.

Until she catches herself.

"You...*were* infatuated with me?"

"Yes? You obviously never saw me that way though. So I stuck around for the good company and the coffee."

Now you see over the course of 10 years Kira’s irritation about Jadzia slowly turned into Something Else. But she thought Jadzia only saw her as a friend.

On the other hand Jadzia definitely had feelings from the start, but because kira was in Denial she didnt act on those feelings.

If I were a shitty writer or- god foirbid- *Straight*, I would have there be a miscommunication right about now and prolong their useless lesbian suffering.

But I’m not.

Basically Kira just goes

"Okay but when you say *were* attracted to me does that mean you *stopped*?"

"Uh. No?"

"Cool. Excuse me, I need a moment."

So she tries to hide from this sudden revelation and her feelings in a hedge maze, but there’s no use hiding from Jadzia.

Who, instead of just walking around the labyrinth to find her like a normal person, basically whacks down the bushes in a straight line until she reaches Kira.

"THERE YOU ARE! I used this completely unenchanted sword to get to you and tell you I definitely still like you. Now will you PLEASE teach me how to enchant tools as your first courting gift?"

And Kira is like "God yes you dumbass-" and they kiss.

now wizard quodo is funny because I kind of started this part as a joke but then it all got Serious

First of all Quark is Actually A Really Powerful Magician.

But what does he do with his great power?

Move from his home country to the city of wizards and open a bar.

Because he is still fundamentally *Quark*.

And Odo is still fundamentally Odo, because he is a Shapeshifting Alien From Actual Outer Space You Know.

He still went through the whole "I was studied by scientists (wizards) and couldnt let them know I was sentient for a long time which made me very grouchy and lonely" thing.

So Odo spends like ~100 years going from captivity/being an object of scientific study to living as a guard in the city of wizards.

Basically everyone thinks that Odo cant use magic- including Odo- because, well, he’s a bunch of slime that came from a meteor.

Then he meets Quark, powerful wizard and bartender.

And he has *no* idea who he is.

Only that he’s the guy who runs that one shady gambling bar and is involved in some illegal business.

And Quark is like "Ah finally. A worthy opponent."

So he and Quark have the same vibe as on DS9- where Quark keeps doing illegal stuff and Odo tries to stop him and the universe decides to say enemies to lovers 400k words slowburn.

And one day Quark gets into some Seriously shady business with some people who are now very aggressively demanding Quark give them their money back

and they're. you know. threatening violence.

Odo shows up and right before this one dude is about to straight up sucker punch Quark he's like "HALT!" and Wow He Made A Magic Happen.

Now. Because Quark is Indebted to Odo. He is expected to take him on as his magic apprentice.

At first he is Not Down For That. They both aren’t. So even though technically they are teacher and apprentice they both just refuse to work together.

Until Odo goes to check up on Quark one day- because as we all know he makes it a point to drop by his bar four times a day just to let him know he's thinking about him- and Quark is in trouble again.

Only this time Odo is like "I'm not gonna help him. I dont even know how I *could* help him. Since he hasn’t taught me any magic, the bastard."

So he wants to just pass by and leave when Quark basically starts to just Demolish these people with magic in a frightening and totally not impressive display.

MIND YOU Quark is still generally incompetent. If this was D&D he'd have like, very low skill points but unlimited spell slots.

Anyway Odo goes 👀

Because him being unable to use magic in a country/city where everyone he *knows* can use magic has always made him feel bad.

So he goes to Quark like "Okay. I changed my mind. Please teach me magic."

And Quark tries to teach Odo magic, earnestly.

And Odo tries to learn magic from Quark, for real.

But the key word here is *try*.

Because neither is very good at what theyre *trying* to do.

Odo didn’t Really want to learn from Quark and that's pretty much the reason why Quark doesnt Really want to teach Odo. But They Try.

There’s a lot of fights and arguments and "You’re not doing it right" vs "You’re not explaining it right"

But hey, at least Odo can now do some magic, which makes his guard job a lot easier.

He also gets to socialise more with other wizards and their apprentices, and he becomes a generally happier pile of humanoid goo!

Meanwhile Quark slowly but surely turns into a more Respected wizard. And his bar also becomes a bit more respectable as well.

it's almost like,,they both wanna be,,,,their best selves,,

and learning to work together has Somehow set them on the right path,,,

idk man sounds kinda gay,,,,

But then the banquet rolls around.

Quark is like "Oh fuck I Have to take Odo to this social function because hes my apprentice and thems are the rules."

and Odo is like "Oh fuck I Have to attend this social function with Quark because thems the rules."

The vibe they’re both getting is- "It's all fun and games when we're by ourselves but Somehow acting friendly in public feels Wrong."

So they agree to Arrive together and then split up and spend as little time as possible together lest they fall victim to some kind of *feeling*.

And like all plans that Odo and Quark make it works out brilliantly for Exactly 5 Minutes.

Because while Quark is talking to his accomplished and very boring wizard acquaintances he kinda realises "God I wish Odo were here-"

And as Odo is talking to all these annoying ass apprentices he kinda realises "God I wish Quark was here-"

So that's what they do on the first day of the banquet. and the second. and the third.

They just keep only seeing each other from the corner of their eyes but dont really get to talk/argue about anything and it's making them feel Not So Good, Actually

Now the fourth day is the kicker.

Because while Odo is talking to some people he gets tapped on the shoulder and there he is! The worst father on this side of the galaxy! Doctor Mora- but like, as a wizard scientist.

"Oh my god Odo? You’re here? How did you manage that? You can’t use magic dont be silly! *I* studied you and who would know you better than me? What? *you* know yourself better? Nonsense, now walk with me- how have you been :)?"

Obviously Odo is getting Very distressed but he can't exactly say No, so he walks around with Mora.

They sit down near a fountain and his ‘father’ just starts grilling Odo about what he's been up to.

And eventually they start talking about Quark

"Wait, *Quark*? The absolute magic failure who runs that disgusting establishment? That Quark?"

"Well I wouldnt put it like that, he’s not-"

But Mora goes on- "Oh no my dear boy that won't do! You have to learn from a *good* wizard. Like me! Dont you want that? Oh I'm sure you want that. That nasty good for nothing will resign as your teacher first thing tomorrow!"

And Odo is like "Now wait a minute, Quark might have his flaws, but-"

"There! See, you admitted it. He's flawed. He can't possibly be a good teacher for you. But I would be! I *raised* you."

But Odo is getting Rather Angy right about now.

"Well you did a pretty bad job raising me considering you didnt even know I could do magic until now."

"I can’t believe it. Quark is such a bad influence on you. You never used to talk back at me. This is what happens when you hang around with people who dont know you like I do."

Then something in him snaps and Odo just goes Off on Mora.

"MAYBE *YOU* DONT KNOW *HIM* LIKE I DO!"

And he basically breaks the fountain theyre sitting at with some accidental emotional magic.

So after Mora goes "...I better get someone to fix that-" and runs off, Odo is standing in front of this broken fountain and thinks about how this might be a cruel metaphor for his life. And then the worst possible thing happens.

He Spots Quark Badly Hidden Behind A Pillar

Internally he just goes 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA'

Externally though it’s more like "How much of that did you hear???"

Quark’s trying to lighten the mood with a "Haha well it's hard to avoid hearing things with lobes as big as mine!"

But Odo is not playing, so he breaks the fountain some more. As intimidation.

So Quark goes "Okay. Alright. I heard all the parts where you defended my honor. Now move aside."

And Odo goes 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAA' inside again, so he doesnt really move but just gets nudged aside by Quark.

Who returns the fountain back to its previous state.

Things are nice and silent for a second but then Quark disturbs the moment by saying "Okay now, real talk- you want another teacher, is that right?"

So Odos head whips up and he goes "No??? What the fuck quark. I thought you listened to that conversation. Youre the only one I want-"

and he Immediately slaps a hand over his mouth because Oh God That Came Out Wrong-

But Quark is just Laughing and being his usual little shit self like "Haha good one, let's go back inside now. (where the social conventions will force us to remain apart so we dont have to confront what you just said.)"

on the inside though- Quark is just as 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA' as Odo

"I absolutely Cannot go inside and socialise right now, I’ve had Quite enough of that."

"Oh...well then...i'll leave you be?"

"No don’t-"

So Odo quickly grabs Quark’s hand (and Quark just fuckin uh dies on the spot) but he's not very communicative at the moment. So Quark kinda has to just interpret that for himself.

"Aaaaalright- let’s just take a walk then."

So they walk through the rose garden. holding *hands*. and Quark points out nice or interesting things while Odo just nods or hums in agreement.

Until they’ve come full circle and end up back at the fountain, where Quark is like "Okay. Wanna go back inside *now*?"

Because he swears if they spend one more second like this he will HAVE to kiss this pile of space goo and he’d rather Odo make that decision for him.

And Odo is like "I just want to stay with you."

So Quark is like ‘Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool’, pulls them behind a hedge and kisses Odo.

because on GOD I enjoy the “going from an argument straight into kissing” trope, but that one is actually too on brand for quodo so I HAD to change it up.

#ds9 #garashir #kiradax #quodo #deep space nine #hahahahahahaahahow did i get this to four thousand words #wizard lizard #yea thats what im calling it

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bxthharmon · 5 years ago

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Never Go Home Again, Pt. VIII || JJ Maybank x Reader

Words: 4102 (jeez, making up for a short last episode??)

Series Warnings: violence / talking about abuse / toxic relationships / talking about nudes sex tapes and sex tapes / drugs / underage drinking

Pt. Warnings: Breaking and entering? / underage drinking

Series Summary: A new girl, a shoebox of old memories, a past she’s trying to forget coincide with a hotheaded, but selfless, boy. teenagers getting in way over their heads

Pt. Summary: Midsummers takes place as the pogues make headway in the hunt, Y/N struggles with her two friends’ enmity.

A/N: okay so longgg chapter. hope it’s not too bad, and i only hv one chapter left in my drafts so im gonna have to start writing instead of just editing... hopefully updates will stay just as frequent tho. lemme know abt tags and feedback, and pleaseeeeeee send requests!!! lockdowns giving way too much time.

Chapters linked in my masterlist.

“masterlist��

You borrowed your dad’s car, and dressed in the simplistic, elegant dress intended for your prom back in LA, you arrived at the party.

You found yourself surrounded in summery cocktail dresses and flower crowns, tuxedos that ranged from elegant dark blue to pastel pinks, a couple of floral patterns spicing up the mix. Soft lights hung loosely over the patio, lights hardly noticeable in the soft, bright hue of the evening, the sun yet to fall into the glittering sea stretched out from the view in the hotel. You worked your way through the silks, chiffons and satins. Drinks were pushed into your hand, tapas offered and awkward smiles shared. By the time you found Kie, you were armed with a glass of champagne and the feeling of not belonging. She laughed at your already exhausted smile, and had dragged you to find Pope. Once you were with Kie, it took twice as long to get anywhere, because everyone seemed to stop her and ask about her parents, the restaurant, or to offer criticism on her choice of friends, giving you side-eye. You were the one who spotted Pope, pointing him out and letting her drag you over to him.

“Excuse me, sir,” Kie mocked a British accent, “do we have to shuck these ourselves? ‘Cause it might mess up my costume.”

You all laughed, hugging him in greeting. “We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” Pope returned the joke, doing your pogue handshake.

“That accent was bad.” You shook your head.

“Yeah, it was. I was gonna let it go.” She laughed, “Y/N’s is way better.”

“Oh stop it!” you joked, in your British accent, pretending to blush, “You’re making me blush.”

“You ever seen this many kooks in one place?” Kie asked.

“Yeah, last year.” Pope grinned.

“We’re in the lion’s den.” You sighed. “Hey, have either of you heard from JJ?”

They looked at you sympathetically, shaking their heads.

“He’ll be alright.” Kie soothed. “He’s got the survival instincts of a cockroach.”

“In the month I’ve known him, this is the longest I’ve gone without hearing from him.” You sighed, and Pope looked down guiltily.

“This is my fault.”

“You didn’t do this, Pope.” you assured him, “Topper almost killed you, remember? JJ chose to, you know him, always putting others first. You can’t carry the blame, that’s not fair on you.”

You turned to the noise of an applaud, seeing Sarah and her family entering. You held back a snigger at the sight of Rose’s crown, but smiled at Sarah, who smiled back.

“Here come Lord Capital and the exploiters.” Kie sighed.

“She’s definitely gonna poke someone’s eye out with that.” Pope commented, and you looked back at Rose’s headdress, this time unable to contain the giggle.

You chatted for a while longer, finishing the lavish champagne and wanting to have some fun. You had practically dragged Kie to the dance floor, making her dance with you as a steady flow of drinks passed both your systems. Eventually, she was summoned to talk with her parents, leaving you alone on the dance floor. Before long, you found yourself dancing with Sarah, spinning her round, and exaggerating the both of your moves, mocking the way the adults were dancing. You went to get a drink after a few songs, and walked straight into JJ.

He was just as surprised as you, but you reacted quickly, pulling him down into a soft kiss by his collar. You looked over your shoulder, blushing at the sight of Pope and Kie clapping and giving you thumbs up. You turned your attention to him, tracing your thumb over his split lip and the bruises on the left side of his face. The dark cut contrasted the pink of his lips, and the bruises looked a painful, mottled purple that spread over his jaw and up to his cheek bone.

“JJ,” you murmured, “Did your dad do this?”

“My dad, got a nice right jab, ya know?” he tried to joke, seeing the worry in your eyes. The light he hoped would return to your eyes stayed gone, as anger took over your features.

“JJ, I’m gonna fucking kill him.” you seethed, “He had no fucking-”

“Y/N,” he said, cupping your face, “leave it, okay? It’s nothing that hasn’t happened before.”

“JJ that’s not making me feel any bet-”

He kissed you again, taking you off guard, and you smiled softly when he pulled away. “I gotta go,” he mumbled, “I’ll see you in a bit, I promise, babygirl.”

You nodded dumbly as he walked away, turning back to Sarah, and seeing her wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at you. You rolled your eyes at her, making an excuse to leave, and walked over to Kie, who started pestering you for details, which you supplied. Your discussion with Kie was cut short by the sight of JJ being hauled out of the house and into the garden.

“Hey, Mr Dunleavy, I see you got your drink. Good, that’s really nice of you. I’m actually gonna down that.” he took the drink, and, well, downed it. “It’s okay everybody!” he yelled, “Do not panic. Leave it to the men and women in uniform! Let’s hear it for them!” he shouted, making you and Kie smirk, trying to hide your giggles. “Rose! You look like lady liberty. Good to see you again. Hey, buddy, can I have one of those?”

“Let go of him!” You called, working your way towards him.

“You can’t just boot him!” Kie backed you, ignoring the warning looks you were both getting from her parents. He looked up at you, a tiny smile on his face. “I invited him here! I’m a member of this club.” she continued through her parent’s protests. JJ turned and pushed the guard into the crowd, stumbling in the opposite direction.

“Sorry about that! Hey,” he pointed at you and Kie, “mandatory power hour at Rixon’s, Kie, Y/N. Pope, you as well, alright? Rixon’s cove, let’s roll! A’ight Y/N, come on!” You grinned, he turned to Kie, “Workers of the world unite, throw off your chains!”

Kie and Pope ran ahead, both hugging John B, and you ran straight into JJ’s arms, letting him swing you around and kiss you, for once, not caring that everyone was staring.

“Hey, guys, so like, my dad’s already gonna kill me.” Pope said as you all settled around the campfire. “So what’s this mandatory meeting about?”

John B shot finger guns to JJ, who looked up, “Might as well tell him, man, before we’re all gaffed.”

“You ready for this? John B replied.

You and Kie looked at each other, “Yeah.” you said, in unison.

“So, the gold never went down with the Royal Merchant.” John B started.

“Here we go again.” You muttered, settling into JJ’s side.

“No, alright? Wait. Hear him out, alright?” JJ backed John B, and you frowned, shrugging and gesturing for him to continue.

“It’s been here the whole time. It’s on the island.”

“Are you serious?” Kie asked. “Oh my God.”

“I’d like to voice my skepticism.” Pope spoke.

“I’m sure you would, Pope, but can I please present you with my evidence, Sir?”

“Proceed.” Pope mocked.

“Alright, so, in my backpack, I have a letter from Denmark Tanny.”

“Who the fuck’s that?” You questioned.

“Denmark Tanny was a slave who survived the Royal merchant wreck. Check this out.” he handed Kie some paper, “So slaves weren’t mentioned as crew members on the ship, but my dad, he found the complete manifest. That was his big discovery. So Tanny used the gold from the Merchant to buy his freedom.” Kie passed you the paper. “After that, he bought his farm. Drumroll please,” you drumrolled on your thighs, “because that farm is… Tannyhill Plantation.”

“Tannyhill?” Kie affirmed. You passed Pope the paper.

“Yeah.” John B continued, “so after that, he used his money to free even more slaves. And then he sold a shit ton of rice, which pisses off all the white planters, and then they decide to lynch him. So on the day they were coming to get him, he writes a letter to his son as a farewell, and in the last line of that letter, he leaves a coded message about where to find the gold.”

“Where?” You whisper excitedly.

“Harvest the wheat, in parcel nine, near the water. Except, there’s no wheat. You see, wheat is code for gold. Check this out.” he shows you another piece of paper, and a map. “The gold is in parcel nine, near the water.” you and Kie squeal, laughing excitedly, “All we need is an original survey map of the property, and we’ve found the gold!”

“Okay, so, this might have a small chance of actually being true.” Pope said, and JJ got up from beside you.

“Dude,” you laughed, “this is like, King Tut!”

JJ pulled John B into a hug, lifting him up. “Hello, fire! You’re near the fire. You’re gonna burn.” John B warned, and JJ put him down. “I’m so proud of you right now.”

“Thank you.”

“That’s really sweet of you.” JJ looked at you, “And jeez, Y/N, what is it with you and Tutankhamun?”

“4th Grade history?” You guessed.

“Okay, so, guys,” Pope brought the attention back. “What’s the plan?”

“Good question.” John B agreed.

“How long does this go on for?” you moaned, “Wrap it up, JB.”

“Sarah Cameron’s coming tonight.” he simplified. “And she’ll bring the original survey.”

“Hold on.” Kie stopped him, “Sarah? Wh-why Sarah?”

“This is gonna be good.” JJ muttered, and you raised your eyebrows at him.

“Sarah, um, she - she helped me into the archives at Chapel Hill yesterday, and that’s where I got the letter.”

“You were in Chapel Hill with Sarah Cameron?” Kie frowned, anger contorting her features.

“Are you guys macking?” you asked, a disbelieving smirk on your lips.

“He was mackin’ on her.” JJ confirmed, interrupting John B’s pitiful attempts at an explanation, and earning him a giggle from you.

“For real?” you asked John B.

“I wasn’t macking.” John B defended.

“You were totally macking Sarah Cameron.” JJ repeated.

“I wasn’t macking on her, okay? I was using her for access.”

“There was access, alright.” JJ mumbled, earning another giggle.

“Okay,” you piped up, “JB you should have consulted first, Kie, she obviously did something shitty, but JB, using her is pure shitty, so you better just be covering for yourself right now.”

He looked at you defeated, and you groaned. “Did you tell her about the treasure?” Kie asked.

“I was just trying to get into the archives!”

“Is that a yes?”

“I left out key details!”

“Yo, what? You let a kook in on our secret? What about Pogue Lyfe? What about the t-shirt company, bro?”

“I was just using her for information.”

“Why don’t I believe you?”

“I’m tryna make us filthy rich here! Okay, so that we can pay off a boat, or - or, uh, send you to autopsy school to study dead bodies! Look, you guys know me! Do I look like the kind of person who would fall for Sarah Cameron?”

You and JJ made eye contact, “well..” you started.

“Um.” he chuckled.

“Do you want us to answer that, or-”

“Just - just stop.” John B looked at the pair of you, defeated.

“Look, you don’t know her yet, I do! You can’t trust her!”

“Her brother did hit me in the back with a golf club.” Pope pointed out.

“Rafe and Sarah are different human beings.” John B countered.

“What did she do to you, exactly?” you asked Kie, wandering how she could hate your friend so much.

“She’s like a - a spitting cobra. First she - first she blinds you and then she-”

“This is a bad analogy.” you mumbled.

“Listen to me!” Kie demanded, “Whatever we get, she’s gonna try to take.”

You and JJ were lying on your bed, not having bothered to get changed before getting under the covers. You interlocked your fingers with his, snuggling closer, your eyes barely open. “What do you think Sarah did?”

JJ turned his head to look at you, he could tell it was tearing you up. “I… don’t know.” JJ sighed, defeated. “I’ve known Kie for years, and she’s never talked about it.”

“Sarah was super kind to me, I don’t understand why Kie is so against her. It’s so shitty, ‘cause they’re both my friends, and I want them to get on, but they obviously won’t.”

“They might?” JJ muttered, thinking.

“C’mon, Jay, you know it’s impossible. And I don’t even know what happened between them, so I can’t fix it.”

“You know it’s not up to you to fix it, right?”

“So why do I feel like I have to?”

“Because you’re an empathetic, kind, brilliant person?”

“Jay,” you groaned, as he kissed you, “Be serious!”

“I am.” he mumbled, kissing you again.

“You’re infuriating,” you giggled, “you know that?”

“It’s all part of my brand.”

“Your brand?”

“Oh yeah, super-hot surfer pogue, insanely funny, get’s the best weed on the island, you know, the usual.”

“You’re full of shit.”

“Hey! At least I have a brand!”

“Is that a comment aimed at me?” you mocked offence.

“I mean, your brand is ‘mysterious new girl’.”

“You think I’m mysterious?”

“I mean, yeah, none of us know, like, why you moved or anything about you.”

Your heart twinged, but you covered for yourself, mocking him, “It’s all part of my brand.”

“I’m sorry, you’re staying where?” Kie passed John B to get to the bar, the group having gathered in the Wreck.

“Tannyhill.” John B repeated, and you shook your head, disbelieving.

“So you’re living with Sarah Cameron?”

“Okay, look, the only reason I’m living there is because her dad bailed me out, right?”

“I still can’t believe you got pushed off that wooden frame thing.” You muttered, and he smirked, fighting down a laugh as you and Kie went to the group’s table.

“And it’s way better than foster care,” he continued, “which, by the way, where I was about to go if Ward didn’t-”

“Hey, so do you have membership to the clubs now?” Pope asked.

“I don’t know, Pope.”

“What about those little golf carts that they drive around?” JJ added, “You get one of them?”

“Does it come with a sweater-vest, or do you have to buy one of those on your own?” You add.

“Look, you promised.” Kie brought the focus back, like always. “You said you weren’t with her.”

“Bro, just own it.” JJ backed, “She got you.”

“Look if you wanna hang out with her, that’s fine.” Kie sighed, “I mean, Y/N sometimes hangs out with her. But I’m letting you know right now that I’m not doing anything with Sarah.”

“Do you guys see her here?” John B pointed out, “No, right. Okay. A little focus would be fantastic. We’ve got the map, right?”

“It’s all out of whack ‘cause the guy was ganja’d when he drew it.” JJ commented.

“No,” you corrected, “the coastline changed, dummy.”

“So we just have to look for landmarks that haven’t changed.” Pope clarified.

“What about the old forts?” John B suggested.

“You know, the more you guys talk, the more I realise that I know nothing about this island.” You observed, treasuring the feeling of JJ running a hand through your hair.

“Battery Jasper.” Kie pointed.

“Let’s go.” you stood up, leading the group out to the VW.

John B drove, none of you really paying attention until you reached the landmark.

The five of you looked out over the island, expansive green leading to expansive blue, you were at a high point. “We’re in battery, right here.” Pope points on the map. “So if this is parcel nine, then it’s somewhere northeast of here.”

“Somewhere over there.” Kie points, and you take JJ’s juul off him, taking a puff, then handing it back.

“Over there?” JJ followed the point. “Guys, that’s not Tannyhill, that’s a subdivision.”

“Tannyhill Plantation used to be the entire island.” reminded John B. “It got sold into smaller pieces over time.”

Pope inspected the map again, “So we’re just looking for an old stone wall.”

You ventured back to the Twinkie, following Pope’d instructions, again. John B took a sharp left, pulling up next to an overgrown stone wall.

“That looks like a stone wall to me.” JJ said, almost proud.

“This is it.” Pope confirmed. Your car doors clattered open as you hopped out of the car.

“Not the Crain House.” John B sighed.

“Are you kidding me?” Kie repeated the sentiment.

“Worst case scenario.” JJ confirmed.

“Why’d it have to be here of all places?” Pope asked.

“Hang on a second.” You turned to your friends, your lack of apprehension standing out in the group. “It’s just a house. What’s the big deal?”

“I heard Mrs Crain buried her husband’s head on the property.” JJ told you. You all looked at him, the other’s in fear, you in skepticism.

“Well that’s bullshit.” you shrugged, taking a hold of the top of the wall and pulling yourself up, throwing your legs over and landing in the overgrown thicket. You pricked yourself in the brambles, and swore. The pogues on the other side of the wall immediately started asking if you were okay, making you giggle. “Just be careful of the brambles.”

Once they were all on the inside, you began to venture inwards. “Look, Y/N, you know whose house this is, right?”

“Some old lady’s?” you guessed, and were greeted with four unimpressed stares.

“Honestly, I don’t really believe the stories of this place.” John B joined your skepticism, but was shushed by Pope.

“Which stories did you hear?” JJ asked Kie.

“The one where she killed her husband with an axe and that she’s been holed up ever since.” said Kie, making you snort. “On certain nights, when the moon is full…”

You saw where it was going, and joined in with Kie’s mockingly spooky hand movements as she finished, “... you can see her in the window!” the pair of you giggled.

“No, girls, it’s not funny, ‘cause it’s all true.” JJ shook his head, as you and Kie made ‘Waah’ noises. “I swear to God guys, this is all real. I knew Hollis. Jeez!”

You smirked, “Yeah, jeez. Who knew you were superstitious? And who’s Hollis?”

“Wait, you knew Hollis Crain?” asked Pope.

“Who’s Hollis?” you repeated, ignored again.

“Yeah, dude.” JJ confirmed.

“Dude, how do you know Hollis Crain?”

“Dude, who is Hollis Crain?” you mocked Pope’s anxious movements.

“She was my babysitter, man. She told me all about it.” He looked around the group, “She told me the truth… about her mother and what happened in this house.”

“And what would that be?” You asked, still skeptical as you looked up to the unkempt house.

“So as a kid, she heard all the stories that her mother killed her father, and she was a murderer and all. Hollis didn’t believe it. Until that night.”

“What night?”

“It all came back to her.” JJ turned to look at the house, “When Hollis was six years old, she heard her parents arguing downstairs. So she goes downstairs to see her mom washing her hands in the sink full of blood. Her mother just says that she cut her finger. The next morning, she says her father and her split up. But then, Hollis noticed something. Her mother going into the parlour constantly, in and out and in and out with plastic bags. Weeks pass, and Hollis decides to use the outhouse. And as she’s using it, she looks down, and there, in the outhouse, is her father’s head, looking straight back at her.”

“God, you are so full of shit.” you and John B outburst in unison.

“Dude, I swear to God, man.” JJ shook his head.

“Did she call the police?” Pope asked.

“She didn’t have time.” you and John B started to walk on, only to be grabbed and pulled back by JJ.

“What?” you asked, confused. He turned to John B.

“You sure you wanna do this? She’s an axe murderer. You got a cast on.”

“I don’t give a shit if she’s an axe murderer, okay? I got nothing to lose, right? You comin’, or what?”

You follow John B through the garden, and he gathers you in a semicircle. “So here’s the plan. We need to look for the wheat near the water like it said in Denmark’s letter.”

“Okay, like, what kind of water?” asked Pope, “Like, pond water?”

JJ chuckled, “Bong water?” you slapped his arm lightly.

“It just said look for water, okay?”

“That’s the shittiest secret message ever.” Kie moved past John B.

“You wanna complain a little more, Kie? Nobody said it was gonna be easy.”

“I’ll search the northeast quadrant,” Pope started, addressing you and JJ, “you two search the northwest.”

“The decapitation quadrant?” JJ objected, and you took his arm, pulling him with you.

You scanned your area, coming up empty, then followed John B into the basement. You went in before JJ, who started singing a song about how Mrs Crain was going to kill you all.

You and Pope turned, shining your torches in his face.

“Can you stop?” You hissed, and he shut up.

You swung the torch light over the room, the broken and discarded furniture giving the room a horror-movie vibe. You’d never admit it, but you were beginning to feel creeped.

“This is the part of the movie where we get attacked by the old, half-dead blind lady.” You muttered, and JJ nodded, gesturing to you as if you had predicted the future, the others rolling their eyes.

“See any water?” Kie asked, five torches sweeping around the place. You felt a tickle on your arm and slapped, your palm coming away with the brown stain of squished insect. “Another dead end?”

JJ ran his hand on the pipes, “There’s not even water on the pipes.”

“There’s no water here.” Pope confirmed as you slapped another bug, noticing that it was a mosquito.

“Not a dropamino.” JJ continued.

“Know why we didn’t find it?” Kie piped up, “Bad karma.”

“Oh, God, here we go.” John B muttered.

“You know, we had a good thing going. And then you decide to rope in Barbie, and now the trail’s gone dry.”

“Literally,” smirked, “there’s no water.”

“Coincidence?” Kie continued as Pope and JJ sniggered, “Probably not.”

“This is exactly why I didn’t wanna tell you about Sarah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“What the hell’s the deal? What’s going on with you two?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing? Is it because I kissed you? Is that the problem?”

Your eyes widened, your mouth forming a little ‘o’ as Kiara slapped him, JJ and Pope both calling out in surprise.

“Stop treating me like I’m some girl that’s obsessed with you instead of your best friend who’s actually trying to look out for you.”

The pair of them started bickering, slapping each other, using skeeters as excuses. You slapped your leg, seeing the brown stain of a mosquito, again.

“Why the fuck are there so many mosquitoes?” you fumed, slapping yourself again.

“Dude, I know, seriously. Tiny little vampire bats, just leave me alone.” JJ added, the pair of you slapping again, and again, and again. “Oh my gosh, can we leave? ‘Cause I’m already itchin’ to leave. Haha, punny.”

You looked at Pope, who was staring at the floor, his torch shining over it. You both stomped on the ground hearing the hollow sound as JJ tried to show you ‘Mrs Crain’s voodoo doll’. You picked up a stone, dropping it through the crack in the floorboards, and hearing the ‘plop’ as it landed in water. You and Pope scrambled, pushing the loose bits of wood out of the way to lift the board, opening up the well. Pope shone his torch down.

“Well, well, well.” he joked.

“Water great discovery.” You added.

“Great dad jokes, guys.” John B sighed.

“They built this part of the house right over it.”said Kie.

“This is where she hid the bodies.” JJ nodded.

“JJ, just stop.” You shook your head.

“No, I’m dead serious.”

“Yeah, you will be, because I’m seriously considering pushing you down that well.”

“It was never an outhouse.” JJ continued.

“She probably doesn’t even know it’s here.” Kie shrugged.

“So, we found water.” Pope looked to John B.

“We’re gonna need a really big rope.”

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roxa-sos · 5 years ago

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bad idea! - kiara carrera

kiara carrera x kook!reader

tw; kinda smutty, gay angst, sarah cameron and the kooks being homophobes yikes

not requested; as a kook, you'd think the people you'd never been want to be around would be easier to escape. you'd think a life on figure eight with your cushy life and rich friends would be fulfilling and perfect. of course, you can't get her out of your head, and you can't stop seeing her. even when you fuck your own life up for her.

a/n -- im so gay for kiara it's not even funny 😔 i made a tiktok for my friend about what i would wear if i was in obx and my outfits were: on daddy's yacht, party at the cameron's, midsummer's, and caught kissing kie by the pogues 😌

tags; @maybankiara

it was a bad idea calling you up was such a bad idea 'cause now im even more lost it was a bad idea to think you were the one was such a bad idea 'cause now everything's wrong

there was something about her that seemed so thrilling to be with. yeah, she'd abandoned you and your friends years ago, but you had never been able to get her out of your mind.

it had started when you visited the wreck with your mom. first time since kiara told all of the kooks to fuck off and left you for the pogues. when your mom had to leave early for work, kiara joined you at your table.

an hour later, your heart was racing as she pushed you up against the bathroom wall and kissed you like her life depended on it.

you couldn't get her out of your mind. you'd dated guys, those white trash frat boys your dad knew. they were good, fine, but kiara was different. the way her hands held the back of your neck and her lips hesitated pressing against yours but could dance over your skin with no issues. the way you could tangle your hands in her hair and keep her close.

a month of hookups later, you invited her over to your house. reassured your parents that it was just your old friend kiara, that she was good to have over, and you thought you had the rest of the night to yourselves.

you put your hands under my shirt undid my bra and said these words "darling, you're so pretty, it hurts" you pushed me up against my wall threw my clothes down on the floor "darling, are you ready for more?"

you always told her you'd ditch the kooks for her, but it never happened. you didn't want things to change, you liked the secret. you liked falling in love like that. you liked the thrill of locking the bathroom door, of finding an empty room at midsummer's, of her kissing you until you couldn't breathe and then leaving you wanting more.

the second you closed your bedroom door, she dropped her backpack on the ground and gave you that look she always did before taking a few steps towards you. her eyes skimming over your body, her hands moving up to hold your face, and before you even knew it, she was backing you up towards your bed, kissing you hard.

touching her was like a religious experience. sliding your hands under her shirt and holding her waist as she was holding her body above you with one elbow propped up on her bed, her other hand holding your jaw. you two never talked until you were done, but she always had things to say between kisses, while you were catching your breath.

you knew it was bad. hooking up was bad in the first place, emotionless wrecks. hooking up with pogues could really fuck things over for you, who fucked what your friends called 'the scum of the earth'? you knew your friends and family would kill you for hooking up with a girl, on top of all of that. worse, you knew you were falling in love with that pogue princess.

"darling, you're so pretty it hurts." she muttered against your neck, seconds before she helped you take your shirt off, her own following.

it was a bad idea calling you up was such a bad idea, i'm totally fucked it was a bad idea to think i could stop was such a bad idea, i can't get enough

"what the fuck is going on in here?" you heard a familiar voice at the door. sarah cameron. kiara rolled off of you, looking panicked as you sat up to sit in between her and sarah.

"i swear, it's not what it looks like, sarah," you pleaded, looking for your shirt. what did it look like? "it, i'm-"

"what the fuck?" sarah laughed, covering her mouth. more bodies crowded at the door, more of your friends.

rafe. topper. kelce. all looking into your room. you could hear your heart beating, heat rushing to your face, hope leaving your body.

"i didn't know you fucked pogues, y/n." topper's voice was loud, you could tell they weren't happy. "i didn't know you were a fucking-"

sarah shoved her boyfriend, trying not to laugh.

"get out," you said rather calmly at first, before shouting. "get out! fucking leave! out!" they listened, shutting the door before you could hear them walking away from the door.

they were all disgusted. all of your friends. the people you hung out around constantly, the people you went to school with, the people who made you important. you were holding your shirt in your hands, staring blankly at the door.

"fuck." you heard kie mumble from behind you, the weight shifting on your bed as she pulled herself a little closer to you. she rested her hands on your shoulders, trying to calm you down as she rubbed little circles into your skin with her thumbs. you couldn't help but flinch.

you threw away everything for her. for a pogue, for a girl.

it was a bad idea meeting you so late was such a bad idea 'cause i can't think straight it was a bad idea to bring you back home was such a bad idea, i need to be alone

you kicked her out. you didn't know what else to do, especially knowing that everyone would know within hours. the kooks couldn't keep secrets for shit. you knew topper would be talking about how you hooked up with the 'bitch y/n hooked up with' and that rafe would let things slip because he was always high. kelce would talk about how he saw straight girl on girl action right in front of him. sarah would feel 'obligated' to tell her friends, in case you had a crush on any of them.

"this was a bad idea, kie." your voice wavered as you turned to face her, not even able to look at her.

"a bad idea?" she repeated, like she'd heard you wrong. like you were playing some sick joke on her.

"a bad idea. i'm fucked. you're fucked." you felt like crying, but you got the words out. you didn't want to lose her too, but you had to salvage what you had left of a reputation.

"we're not fucked, y/n, i'm sure the pogues would be fine with this-"

"i'm not a fucking pogue, kiara!" you snapped, laughing. she didn't understand, did she? "i'm not! i'm not! i live on daddy's money and waste my days away on gold courses with guys in polos!"

"but you could be, you just... come on," she pleaded, she couldn't believe you wanted to stay that way. "you don't want what i talked to you about? worry free fun with my friends?"

"i have friends too, kie."

"it doesn't look like it, babe."

you couldn't believe she'd say it. she wasn't wrong, but how could she say that to you? "they're fine friends." you responded, sliding away from her. you slid your shirt over your head.

"come on, you can't just give up like that. so we're out. it's not conventional, but-" she began, moving back towards you.

"they'll kill you if they see you again. my parents would kill you. my friends. the kooks. it's not just that you're a pogue, you know that, but i don't think you understand it." you couldn't possibly tell her what it was like. you had to keep up a reputation around your friends no matter what - it didn't seem like she had to.

"they didn't know you-"

"like girls."

you stayed quiet for a moment after that, taking deep breaths.

"leave. please." you whispered, and she finally obliged. picking up her things, leaving your room as you rolled over and buried your face into your pillow. the things you'd give to be back in a bubble with that girl. you couldn't be dumb, though.

it was a bad idea.

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halfgclden · 4 years ago

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FOOL’S GOLD | GRAVES & CLEO

Date: Late November (the day of Raf’s forest party)

Summary: Cleo lets Graves know that the crystal her got her broke, and he decides to cheer her up.

Cleo felt somewhat hysterical. She’d worked herself up over something that she knew, logically, she should not be crying this hard over, and yet the way that the fight escalated left her weepy, sitting on her bed with broken pyrite in her lap. She sniffled hard, wiped her face, and was on the phone before she processed that she’d called anyone. Two rings, then his voice, and a wave of anger at her brother once more. “H-hi, Cam?” Cleo took a shuddering breath. “I...” She drew her knees up closer to her and put a hand on the crystal. “My pyrite broke.”

A faint buzzing sound caught Graves' attention when he pulled his headphones off. He dropped his controller on his desk and spun around in his chair, searching for the source. There. The corner of his phone was peeking out from a pair of jeans on the floor and he hopped up, grabbing it and answering without looking at the display, not wanting the call to go to his voicemail if he was too slow. His cheerful expression fell as he heard the waver in her voice. "Hey Bancroft, you okay?" He turned off his Xbox and grabbed his keys, already walking out the door as he heard her answer. Graves frowned, suspicions quickly forming. "I'm on my way." Not five minutes later, he was outside her door. "Cleo?" He knocked in a pattern, hoping she was the one to answer the door.

Cleo almost felt like protesting when Graves said that he was coming over, but if she was being honest, it was why she called him. “Okay,” she managed before he hung up, pressing her palm into her eye to wipe it roughly. She was past the stage of ugly crying, almost into the stage of pretty just-cried. Her eyelashes were wet, face flushed but not blotchy, her nose wasn’t running anymore. She was at the point where her friend could come over to comfort her without her feeling self-conscious. She left her room to wait for Graves, her eyes burning as she walked through the wine-wet floor to pull the door open for him. When her eyes found him, she felt a wave of emotion at the fact that her friend was so kind as to come straight to her without even knowing what was wrong. For all he knew, she could have been clumsy and dropped the pyrite herself (not that she ever would). Overcome with emotion, she leaned against her door frame before moving forward to press her face into his shoulder. “Surprised you didn’t come to the window,” she said with a small sniffle.

"Would've been a lot harder to do this, if I had," he responded, pulling her into a tight hug the moment she crossed the threshold. Graves looked over Cleo's shoulder as he held her, brow furrowing as he noticed a dark puddle just inside the cabin's doorway. He gave her another squeeze before letting go, resting his hands on her shoulders. He met Cleo's eyes, studying her face. Her still-wet eyelashes reminded him that she had been crying and he suddenly wanted to shield her from whatever had caused her to feel this way. "What happened? Where's your pyrite?"

Don’t cry on his shirt. Cleo hugged Graves back as she squeezed her eyes shut. When she pulled away, his shirt was damp, but she hoped he wouldn’t comment on it as she led him towards her room. “Ugh,” she huffed as she scrubbed her palms into her eyes. “Raf kicked it off the table and it broke into pieces.” She took a seat on her bed, the crystal sitting beside her in chunks. “And then we had this huge fight and I dumped wine on his shoes and...” She tried not to let herself get too worked up, but there was so much pressure in her chest that she felt like she might pop. She picked up the crystal to cradle it once more. “And I called you because...” She let out a sad little laugh. “I don’t know. I didn’t know who else to call. I think it might be okay. But it’s broken and everything feels ruined and I’m just...” She shook her head, looking at the pyrite in her lap as she exhaled another laugh. “I’m sad! And angry! He did it on purpose because he’s terrible and now his shoes are ruined so...” She wiped a stray tear from her cheek and looked back up at her friend. “I’m sorry.”

Graves gave her an extra squeeze, right before letting go and following Cleo to her room. His eyes fell on the dark puddle in the kitchen again and from the overwhelming smell, he realized it was wine. Taking off his shoes and setting them to the side, Graves sat on the bed next to his friend. He wanted to put an arm around her but didn't want Cleo to feel smothered by his presence, so he sat close enough that she would have the option if she wanted that. As she explained what had happened, Graves listened, curling his hand into a fist. "That jackass..." He relaxed his posture, letting out a surprised laugh. "You did? Shit, I would've paid to see the look on his face." His gaze fell to the pyrite Cleo was cradling and he chewed his lip. "Hey, it's okay. What are you apologizin' to me for? None of that, it's alright. Raf's a dick, what else is new?" Graves offered her a smile, leaning closer to bump her shoulder gently with his own. "I'm sorry about your pyrite, Bancroft. Lemme cheer you up?"

Cleo drew her legs up and leaned against Graves once he was beside her, resting her cheek against his shoulder. She exhaled a small laugh that sounded more like a sigh at his reaction to her story. “It was terrible. I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his skull. They’re shoes! They look better now, I swear.” She was already pleased with her decision to call Graves over, as his presence proved enough to assuage her terrible mood. She lifted her head and smiled as he bumped her shoulder. “I’m sorry my awful brother destroyed the crystal you got me,” she said with a more genuine laugh this time. She rubbed her eye again. “I won’t say no to that. Let’s get out of here though. Raf is due back any minute to slam all the doors again.” She rolled her eyes.

"I'm sure they do. He's got shit taste in shoes anyway. They could only be improved." Graves shifted so that he could wrap an arm around Cleo after she leaned against him, giving her a reassuring squeeze. At her apology, Graves closed his eyes, a small smile forming on his lips. A plan was already forming in his head, and something told him it would go over well— but that was for another time. He pushed the idea to the back of his mind and stood, holding his hands out for Cleo to take. "'S alright, darlin'. Let's blow this joint before the Big Bad Raf comes back, all huffin' and puffin'. How does...pizza? Ice cream? A joy ride in my truck sound?"

For a moment, wrapped up against him, Cleo thought about abandoning the idea of leaving and pulling him on top of her. Let’s lie here and make out and forget the crystal and my brother and everything. But the idea seemed too stained with the fact that Raf would hate it, and she didn’t want to make anything she did with Graves a way to get back at her brother. She was pulled away from her thoughts by Graves moving and holding his hands out, but the fact that he called her darlin sent her straight back to them. She smiled at him, her cheeks warm, and moved the pyrite onto the bed beside her as she took his hand, pulling herself up. “Ugh, everything. It all sounds amazing.” She sighed, only dropping one of his hands so she could pull him towards the door. “Joyride first, maybe? It’ll keep me from showing up to Raf’s party to destroy it.”

"We'll do it all then. We got nothin' but time." Graves followed Cleo outside, enjoying that they always seemed to get somewhere by pulling the other there, like one of them never knew where to go. It was silly, but it was fun and he liked it. Standing in the sun, he ran his free hand through his hair, tousling it. "A'ight. Joyride it is. You wanna drive?" Graves fished his keys out of his pocket and twirled them around his finger. Holding his hand out in offering, he raised an eyebrow at Cleo. "And forget about the party. We'll have our own. Let's go for a drive."

At the offer of his keys, Cleo's heart could have stopped. She raised her eyebrows so high they nearly met her hairline, and she laughed before taking them. "Are you sure? You've never even seen me drive. I'm really careful!" She added quickly. "In fact, the most trouble I get in is because I'm too careful. Or distracted. But I won't be! With Loretta," she assured him, looking down at the keys in her hand with shining eyes. She held his hand to her cheek as she looked back up at him. "Where is she?"

Graves couldn't help but laugh at the look on Cleo's face; clearly his offer had caught her by surprise. "I trust you, Bancroft. Long as y'don't wreck my girl on purpose, we'll be good," he couldn't help but tease her. Gods, she looks so cute. Don't- hey, idiot, she asked you a question. Graves felt his face warm for no good reason and turned away from Cleo so that she wouldn't see, though he didn't let go of her hand. With his free hand, he pointed in the direction of the Big House. "Loretta's parked out by the camp vans."

"I would never!" Cleo said, clutching the keys to her chest, and her lips twisted into a strange smile. "Unless I catch you slow-dancing with a bleached-blond tramp who's probably getting frisky." She started off towards the direction he was pointing, keeping a grip on his hand, her heart beating excitedly at the prospect of driving Graves's truck. "I've never driven anything that big. A minivan was probably the biggest thing? Am I going to get really into it? Am I gonna be a truck guy after this? Full tan on one arm type of deal?" She chattered excitedly, her crystal all but forgotten now that her tears had dried.

Looking back at Cleo, his face split into a wide smile. "Huh...well, what if I buy her some fruity little drunk 'cause she can't shoot a whiskey?" Hand in hers, Graves laughed at Cleo's train of thought as they walked. "I can't play pool though, so no worries there. Oh yeah," he nodded emphatically, laughing at the reference. "You're gonna be a truck guy. Full on trucker tan. Your arm, sunglasses tan, the works. I had a bad one one summer, I was workin' for my gran but also helpin' our neighbors with their landscapin' and deliverin' pizza and y'know...that tucker-farmer combo tan was a sight. I looked like a real Southern boy. Y'should've seen it, Bancroft."

Cleo grinned. "Oh, great, then I can show up and show her how to play and you get to keep your car in tact, win-win." She snorted as she laughed at his description and covered her mouth. "Oh my gods. I'd love to see that. Get one again this year, just for me?" She laughed again. "Can your left arm take it?" Upon arriving to their destination, Cleo only beamed brighter at the sight of the truck she was about to drive. "Are there tricks to her? Oh my gods... is it stick?"

"You'd teach her how to hustle people at pool, yeah? One day you'll have to teach me." Her laugh only made him smile more, glad to see that his intervention seemed to be cheering her up. Graves rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling. "For you? I'll think about it. I've been told I need to start using sunscreen but—" He shrugged and laughed again. At her question, his eyes widened. "Shit. Yeah, it is. I didn't even think— Can you drive stick?"

"Aw, but if I teach you, I'll have no one to hustle." Cleo hummed and ran her thumb over his knuckles as she smiled at him, leaning back against the door of Loretta. "I just told you that the biggest thing I've driven is a minivan, does it seem like I can drive stick?"

Graves grinned, "Good point. You'll take all my money though, so we're gon' hafta start gettin' creative with our bets." He groaned, letting go of Cleo's hand to scrub his hands down his face. "I'm an idiot. I'll dr— Nah, y'know what? How you feel about learnin' stick today, Bancroft?"

Cleo had a number of suggestions for things they could bet, but she settled for just looking at his lips for a long moment before she laughed at his dismay. She tilted her head at him, the smile seemingly unable to be wiped from her face. "How do I feel about it? Uh, really excited?" She resisted the urge to take his hand again. "Have you ever taught anyone before? Should I be nervous?"

Dropping his hands from his face, Graves caught her gaze, a smile forming on his lips. "Yeah? Okay. Okay! Let's do it." He nodded his head, bouncing on the balls of his feet, trying to psych himself up for the task. Graves gently placed his hands on Cleo's shoulders, trying to hide a full-fledged Hermes Grin™️ by resting his cheek on his shoulder. When this didn't work, he let out a laugh. "Nervous? Nah, I've taught a few people. And all of them survived. You'll be a pro, I already know it."

Cleo bit the tip of her thumb as she smiled at Graves, cheeks warm and eyes bright as he took her shoulders and smiled at her. "Let's do it," she repeated, reaching up to trail her fingertips along his forearm. "A pro? Is that a promise, Cam? Will I be able to add this to my resume after this? They can send me to Italy on business?"

Wilfully ignoring the feeling in his chest from her fingers on his arm, Graves nodded. "It is. With a little bit of luck—" he winked "—It can be at the top of your resume. Italy, France, wherever you want." He released Cleo's shoulders, moving to open the driver door of the truck's cab to let her in, then paused to smack his forehead. "What am I doin'? Can't just let you drive out this parkin' lot when you don't know how yet." Graves hummed, fingers tapping the top of the door. "What do y' say— I'll treat you to dinner, and then we'll go somewhere to teach you stick, yeah?"

Cleo grinned once more and decided that she felt lucky enough to be exactly where she was. "Oh my gods," she said with a laugh, shaking her head. "I was ready to get in and try my hand right now. Really took the I won't wreck Loretta lightly." She nodded at his suggestion and moved to wrap her arms around his middle, pressing her cheek up against his chest. "That sounds perfect." She closed her eyes. "I don't know why I was so upset about my crystal." It was only partially a lie— it was hard to remember one emotion when she was feeling another so strongly. "You shield me from negative energy better than pyrite ever could."

"I know, and I was about to let ya. Both of us, ridiculous." He laughed, holding out his hand to take the keys back from Cleo, but was stopped mid-motion when she stepped forward to hug him. Graves wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on the top of Cleo's head. He smiled softly as he murmured into her hair, "Good. That means I'm doin' my job right." A small laugh bubbled from his lips as he pulled away to lean back and look at her, arms still around her waist. Something tugged inside his chest as he looked down at her. He pushed it away again, enjoying the moment far too much as his tone turned teasing. "Shieldin' you like a knight. I don't know about shinin' armor but...you get the point. Now—" Graves fully released Cleo from the hug and slapped the roof of his truck. "Me and my noble steed are takin' you out to dinner. Hop in."

#c: chatzy #c: cleograves #c: cleo #fool's gold #this is Too Much ngl #but hey it's mine and jess's shortest chatzy to date i'm Proud of us c':

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America: dream on, shady bitch America: I'm not revealing my secrets now China: 😂 China: Omg go on China: I'll work it out America: if Gaz keeps treating me like a little girl without the choking, spitting in my mouth or giving me euros to spend, it's not gonna matter America: he'll think I'm immature China: You're such a dick China: but he's older then China: narrows it down America: as old as you, not as old as daddy Gary China: Well I can work out who it isn't then America: you've got other shit to prioritise China: You should get a boyfriend your own age America: I'm not getting one China: When you do, then America: when I do I won't be doing a poll of our year America: he's fun that's why I like him America: the 2 years aren't what's making me 🤤 China: What's fun mean America: he can hang China: I know who it is America: happy for you China: He's okay, I guess China: if you like that sort of thing America: what the hell does that mean? China: He's a bit China: but if you like him America: a bit? China: Annoying China: but you don't have to see him around school America: I thought you had a real concern! China: I'm not mam, we've still got one China: I just don't think he's cute but he's not like, the worst China: I don't know why he hangs around with who he does though, maybe he's weird America: Jake is who you think is cute & cool so 🤫 China: He's the hottest boy in my year China: who isn't like, the preppy sporty type America: & he acts like it America: talking down to everyone China: You're dramatic America: 😐 America: he is, behaving like 👑 China: You're acting like I'm married to him, for starters China: we were never even officially going out America: cos he wants to fuck around & find out who else is 🤤 China: He can do what he likes America: with Lucie & you won't care at.all. China: 🖕 America: me getting 🍆 could bring mam out of her coma China: If she finds out before Gary China: that might actually be a decent way to look into it China: 'cos clearly, 👑 has failed to save us all America: 👌 I'll do what I can China: all you have to do is heavily hint you are, in the 0.2 milliseconds he leaves her alone America: I'll stand on the 🚽 while she's 🛁 China: Take a piss test China: that should trigger the fear response America: they're expensive America: be going in Gaz's wallet again China: nah, you can get them for a euro in dealz China: market for the skanky slags like Lucie, duh America: I'll go after school tomorrow, he won't be leaving her alone tonight after ✂👖 China: Ew China: I'm definitely finding somewhere else to be America: seconded China: This is ridiculous China: Nan's going to get fed up of us crashing at hers America: that day came a month in China: but like, fed up to the point he'll talk her out of letting us because we should 'be at home' or whatever the fuck China: 🕠 running out America: What a flirty little game of 🐈 & 🐁 America: game on, Gaz China: 🙄 China: We've got no choice so, yeah America: Where are you gonna go? China: 🤷 China: I don't know America: come with me China: Where are you going? America: When you've got nowhere else, 3rd degree questioning's pointless China: Why is it hard to answer a question? America: I don't have an answer yet China: Right China: well, whatever then America: whatever yes or whatever no? China: So you need a dedicated answer, do you? China: You invited me, shouldn't make any difference if I do or don't come, as you've got no idea where you're going America: & you think my pretend babydaddy is annoying China: He very literally is China: if you wanna talk about thinking you're funny, Jesus America: he has a basis for it America: he's got jokes that aren't about what every girl at school looks like China: He's got adhd China: I think America: When he said he was on 💊s not what I thought he meant China: He must have it bad he's so twitchy still China: and he never shuts up China: which is probably why he's friends with the deaf kid America: I take it back, you and Jake are well suited 🤡 China: What? That's not a joke China: it just makes literal sense China: he's so loud America: You're being a dick China: Oh I am not China: it's not like I'm saying it to his face America: you know I like his face & you're saying it to me China: Well you know I like Jake and you're being a dick about him so in that case, we'd be even America: he can help having a shitty personality, that's not the same as an adhd diagnosis China: okay then China: an excuse to have prescribed speed America: what's your excuse for not calling the deaf kid by his name? China: Why does it matter? China: You knew who I meant America: it matters that you're back in your 🏰 China: 🙄 Shut up China: again, not talking to him, just you America: no shit, you don't talk to anyone outside of your ⬛ America: just me China: We're sisters so China: we have to talk, so sorry America: I know how to do a smoky eye & take a drink, that's your main criteria for what a cool girl is China: You wish America: it's not something I'm prioritising pre or post Gary America: you're stuck with me anyway China: And you're stuck with me China: at the minute, that's basically all we've got China: Zsa is literally not taking it in, no surprise there China: and nan is drinking the kool-aid on him now so America: I'll bring mam back with my 🤰 it'll be fine China: **fake 🤰 America: I assumed that was clear cos of having no real 🍆 inside of me before tomorrow America: Gary probably doesn't want to kiss & make up like that, I'm only 12 China: What do you mean tomorrow? America: assuming I do the test in front of her then China: Don't require you to actually do the deed, idiot China: s'all fake, we don't need you to go have a fake abortion, Jesus America: I'm just saying we don't need to waste time typing out a distinction like **fake when it's obvious China: Don't be a twat, I was just saying China: you're so bloody pedantic today, my God America: Don't be putting some kind of tempting fate 🤰 hex on me before I've even done anything with any boys China: Don't be a little slag and nothing will happen China: not going to be me or fate doing anything about it, you're in control America: right now Gary is America: 🚫🍆 China: It's about more than that America: I know China: You don't get it America: What don't I get? China: I've lost loads of friends China: maybe all of them America: you'll get them back the parties are America: when* China: yeah America: I'm fixing it China: **WE are America: did you save my 👖? China: Yea China: I put a load of washing on China: so now you're gonna owe me a thank you China: didn't know what else to do, he likes pitting us against each other I reckon America: I bought you ☕ ungrateful bitch China: UM, I meant you're going to owe me a grovelling thank you arselick because Gary says so China: I'm behaving and you're not, right now, cheeky cow China: anyway, I'm nearly there so don't fucking bin it America: I'll put washing on when my newborn is sleeping China: Fucking hell 😂 China: It's tragic, isn't it China: I can't think of anything more tragic China: poor mam China: poor nan America: how old do you have to be before they let you get sterilised? China: Oh, so old China: tell 'em you want to live off the state forever and have 14 of 'em and maybe they'll change their fucking mind America: Gary would do it for me if he was any fucking use China: If you ever really get pregnant, the botched abortion would do it America: I'll pitch the idea to my 1st boyfriend China: Good luck America: we're in the right place 🍀 China: Are we? China: Doesn't feel like it America: for a backstreet foetus killing scheme anyway China: Whatever brightside, I guess America: you sound as tired as I feel America: how early did he wake you? I think it was still fully dark out China: I swear, only solid he's done me China: loads of time to do a full hair and make-up routine America: What classes do you even have with Jake? Like 2 China: Oh, so now just 'cos I don't want to look like a bag of shit that's all about him too? China: Are you sure YOU aren't like them? China: Ugh America: you don't look like 💩 America: it's about him if you suddenly think you do China: I don't think that I just China: I'm not winning anyone back 'round if I do America: it's about the lack of parental supervision not your lack of split ends America: on every level you know that China: It is not China: that's a big part of it, but it is not all of it America: if it's not all of it where are they all? China: There's plenty of boys who care about pretty China: even if Jake isn't one of them China: if I have a desirable boyfriend, that's fucking something America: Jake does care about pretty, that's his main priority America: & why he's a dick to me China: You should've said China: you fancy him America: I'd fuck Gary before him, you delusional cow China: Ha, okay China: you're the one who's so hung up on how he treats you China: I'm so sorry he doesn't fancy you back but I'm actually not because you know I like him America: cos I want you to give a shit that your not boyfriend is like bullying me China: Wow, bullying now, really? America: you're asking for me to throw this ☕ at you China: I won't even come if you're going to be this China: melodramatic China: what do you mean bullying you? America: I mean every party you've thrown he's said something unnecessary to me China: Can you be more specific or America: can you not take my fucking word for it? China: Well not really China: like, if he's just made some passing comments it's not really bullying, is it America: 😐 America: 👌 make excuses for him & keep telling me you're doing things different China: For God's sake China: since when are you so sensitive? America: I've kept my mouth shut until literally now China: As you said, literally, he's joking America: I'm tired & I've typed the name Jake more times than I've ever wanted to China: You can't just accuse people of shit they haven't done China: if it was that simple, we'd say Gary was touching us and ta-da, problem solved America: I'll go down that route if the 🤰 fails China: It's not a fucking joke China: fuck this America: it is if you think I'm living like this for the next 6 years minimum China: You think 4 makes it any more palatable? America: telling a lie to get rid of him is the least of what I'm prepared to do China: I can't think straight right now China: save your ☕ I'm gonna go somewhere else America: Chi China: It's fine America: you're basically here China: I'm going China: I've got plans now America: you do not China: I do now America: with who? China: None of your business America: with who China: Who do you think China: happy now? America: what.the.fuck. China: Leave it alone America: Have you been talking to him all along? China: No, actually China: though I'm sure you won't believe me America: can't believe a word any of you say America: I hope he gives you herpes China: Nice America: You're not, why should I? China: You started this China: and for your information, I've never slept with him, or anyone else America: I did NOT China: then you got in my head America: not on purpose China: I've got my own life America: that wasn't in question China: I don't need your pity America: I don't feel sorry for you China: Good America: I'm fine too, thanks for asking China: You've got friends, who don't just use you for parties China: as you've been so keen to rub in America: & you're calling me over sensitive China: Joke all you lie China: k* America: you think Jake's are better China: Yeah, I do America: 👌🍆😗 China: Jealous much America: LOL China: Enjoy pining after Tweak America: 🖕 China: Enjoy your evening, that's my plan America: talk yourself into it harder America: maybe you will China: 👌🍆😗 America: 🤮🤮🤮 China: I'm not faking a pregnancy America: Lucie's not fake swallowing China: Ugly girls have more to prove America: you 🔊 like Jake America: he'll be excited as hell China: yeah he will America: 🎊🎉 he can stop trying to suck his own dick 🥳 China: you're just a kid China: let me know where you end up, Zsa's or nan's China: and I'll take the other 👌 America: you can take either cos I'm doing neither China: You know what, fine China: I shouldn't be the one doing this America: What this do you mean? Whoring yourself out to Jake or pretending you care what I'm going to do China: Looking after you China: are any of them in your messages? doubt it China: he's got no right and he goes too far but at least he'll be giving a shit where you are America: I don't need tabs kept on me, I'm going to MJ's not to 🍆 or 💊💉 China: 👍 America: I had a feeling Gaz wouldn't be stepping up to make 🍝 China: I can thank him for the diet too America: he'll be thrilled to hear about the 🍆😗 part of it China: I'm not planning to regale him with it China: 'cos not tempting an assault tah America: Mam & Zsa will have more useful tips China: I don't need them China: thank God America: just Jake telling you what he likes 💖 China: Piss off America: 🏰👑💖 China: Yeah, really feel it America: he'll make you feel really good about yourself China: What would you know about it, Ricky? America: it's what you want him for, I know that China: Why wouldn't I want that? China: Just because you've not had it ever America: Why can't you get it from someone else? China: Because I like Jake China: end of America: 😐 China: and every girl but you does too America: [lists all the girls that don't aka the lesbians, other girls he has shaded and girls like libi who are shamelessly in love with someone else/have boyfriends they care about even a little bit] China: 🙄🙄 China: You've got too much time on your hands China: not going to list every girl that does China: you know who I meant and that it's true America: I just spent a decade I won't get back waiting for you China: I wasn't about to come to MJ's and beg for food with you so America: I didn't invite you there, it's where I'm going now since you're on a Jake's jizz diet China: Don't be gross America: It's you who likes him 🤢 China: It's you who keeps talking about his dick China: like, stop America: I'm desensitising you America: so you can bear to look at & touch it China: I don't need that America: then this is me 🤫 China: 👍 China: Thanks China: Guess I'll see you in school tomorrow, or just before, pretending we've been 🛏 or purposely showing we're just coming in China: who knows what will be more effective in the AM America: you do one, I'll try the other China: Yeah China: know which one you'd prefer China: I'm not playing nice so you don't have to, like I always have America: you weren't playing when it was just you & mammy America: neither was I China: She was fun China: before America: I know China: What's not to like America: as her favourite, you would say that China: 🙄 America: & it doesn't matter who she was America: she's a zombie now China: we'll get her back America: What's the cure for swallowing Gary's bodily fluids? China: She's had worse China: equally as bad America: built up immunity China: There's no immunity to shitty men America: as you've proven China: pot kettle America: I don't like Jake, you're deluded China: I wasn't talking about him, moron America: 🖕 China: No, he seems like SUCH a cool, chill guy America: you'd be a shady bitch whatever you think he's like cos you're mad I don't wanna hop on Jake's 🍆 China: Yeah, SO mad China: you're twisted China: and delusional if you think it'd be any kind of competition America: you admitted you want me to be jealous & that his appeal is everyone likes him so yeah America: your priorities are twisted China: When did I? America: read any of this chat back China: 👍 Good one China: I really don't care what you think China: your taste is clearly trash America: I'd follow your ☕ into the bin but it'll make me late for 🍝 China: 😱 China: Can't have that China: I'm waiting for my bus, talk later America: 👋

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deans-baby-momma · 5 years ago

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Rebel Without A Cause-Part 2

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed the PG-13 Chapter 1. Because this goes straight to X-rated from here on out. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya! LOL

As Dean pounds into the random cunt beneath him, the sounds from around the room mixes with her moans. Glancing up, Dean sees a multitude of bare-assed bodies littered about, all in various stages of the exact act he is partaking in. Their hotel room is filled with people having some sort of sex.

Sam, his younger brother and bass guitarist, is kneeled on the floor in front of a chair, his face submerged between the legs of some brunette; Cas is sprawled on one of the beds with Meg, his wife and the band’s keyboard player, bouncing on his cock. Other random strangers were placed throughout the room, participating in the nightly orgy that the Winchester Sex Bombs always hosted. Fucking random people around a bunch of other random people fucking always helped the band come down from the high of a great concert.

Dean thrusts into the pussy his dick is buried in when he feels a familiar touch on his shoulder. The whisper in his ear causes his cock to harden even more. “How’s she feel, brotha? That pussy squeezing your prick tight? You go’na let me have a taste?” The Cajun accent sending shivers through his body.

Dean groans as Benny’s hand slides down his back and grips his ass. Pumping into the girl once more before pulling out, Dean turns to Benny.

“You want that used up hole or you want this?” Dean asks as he wraps his hand around the base of his cock. He smirks as he watches Benny quickly crawl backward off the bed and get down on his knees. Guiding his cum-slick, condom-covered shaft to the Cajun’s lips, Dean chuckles. “That’s what I thought. You’re a cock slut for this, aren’t ya? You want to taste her? Lick it off my dick.”

Benny parts his lips and slides his tongue out to stroke the head. His eyes roll as the tang of the woman’s pussy mixed with the cherry-flavored condom hits his taste buds. The lead singer of the Winchester Sex Bombs watches as his best friend and the band’s drummer continues to lick some random girl’s slick from him.

“Goddamn Ben!” Dean whimpers as he places a hand on Benny’s head. “Open up.”

Benny drops his chin and allows Dean to slip between his lips.

“Fuuuuck, your mouth is like heaven,” Dean growls as he pumps into his friend’s face. A scoff comes from the top of the bed, catching Dean’s attention. The whore sits up on her elbows, wide-eyed at the sight before her.

“Sorry sweetheart. You'll get yours in a minute,” he uses his free hand and jams three fingers into her used cunt. “There. Fuck yourself on that.”

Dean gazes down at the man sucking his dick. Whoever would have thought that when he became friends with ‘the new kid that talked funny’ that a few years later he would be balls deep inside the man’s mouth. Dean tries to remember when it all changed but his train of thought derails as he feels his balls tighten, signaling that he was close to cumming. “Ben, I’m gonna shoot my load,” he warns, expecting Benny to pull off and jack him off. Instead the big man hollows his cheeks and sucks. Dean yells as he shoots ropes of cum into the flavored rubber.

He sits back on his haunches and watches as Benny leans up and forwards to finish cleaning him, licking off every drop of the girl's juices. Dean hisses when Benny runs his tongue over the sensitive head.

“Finish her off,” Dean says as he pulls his fingers from the stranger’s pussy and licks them clean. “I need a smoke.”

Jumping off the bed, Dean barely pays any mind as Benny takes up residence in the same pussy he’d been fucking. He pulls the loaded rubber off and tosses it in the trash bin. They shared a lot, Dean and Benny. From childhood memories to drinks to random hook-ups. Some of those hook-ups left unsatisfied but the two best friends always ended satiated.

Dean sat on the balcony of the hotel, his flaccid, used, sticky prick hanging between his legs. He looks out at the night sky as he lights the joint that had been left behind.

“Dude, have some modesty!” Sam admonishes as he and his lady of the night join Dean moments later. Sam wearing only a pair of boxers but the short brunette’s body was covered with the shirt Sam had sported earlier. Dean looks at the two of them and silently studies them. They are so different. Sam, with his 6 foot 4 inches of height and his date….well she would be lucky if she tipped the scales at an even 5 foot. Sam’s shirt practically swallows her but Dean could tell she is built under it.

“Why? You think your girlfriend will see my dick and forget about you?” He asked, turning his attention to the girl. “Sweetheart, is my brother enough man for you? He thoroughly fuck you or does that little pussy still need to be wrecked?”

Dean felt his member twitch at the thought of pounding into the girl who was trying, and failing, not to look at his groin area.

“Fuck you, Dean!” Sam said as he sits down in the other chair, pulling the girl into his lap. “The only thing I’m sharing with you is that,” Sam replied, pointing at the lit roach pinched between his brother’s index finger and thumb.

THREE HOURS BEFORE

Dean finishes off his drink before pulling on his trademark leather jacket. Tonight, he and his band were in some no-name city on the east coast, on the line up with other up and coming bands to rock the house at. A variety of headline acts were on the venue but Dean knew his band and their music would bring the house down. Winchester Sex Bombs were the best of the whole program.

A knock on the door alerts the lead singer and lyricist that it was time to head backstage and join the rest of his band. Slipping into his boots, Dean opens the door and exits his room. He follows the PA toward the elevator.

“Packed house tonight,” the man informs him. “I haven’t seen this many people here since the Boss took the stage.”

Dean just smiles at the shorter man. He was used to hearing that they were packing stadiums and arenas as much as Springsteen used to, when he toured. But Dean’s dream was to surpass all those and break attendance records.

The elevator doors glide open once the metal box stops its descent and Dean can already hear the crowd. The third act of the night is on stage and they are next. The masses sound riled up already and it makes Dean eager to get out there and knock their socks off! It did seem to be a full house, just from the reverberation. Dean’s smile grows as he thought of all the possibilities for the after-concert festivities that the Sex Bombs always engage in.

“Sounds like a fun crowd,” Cas says. His wife, Meg standing near the curtain, peeking out at the horde of fans. She turns and heads toward them, her dark eyes smiling.

“Man, this is the largest event we’ve ever been a part of,” she gushes and she grabs Cas’ hand and interlocks their fingers. “Can’t wait for them to hear our new material!”

“Yea we’re gonna knock their socks off with ‘Let’s Get Carnal’”, Cas chuckles. “I still can’t believe you wrote that.”

Dean shrugs and gives his best friend a toothy smile. “Can’t take all the credit,” he responds, as the drummer walks up with two beers and hands one to Dean. “Benny co-wrote it.”

“Eh, I jus’ give ya th’ beat. You’re the one who wen’ all vulgar with th’ lyrics,” Benny answers. “But these folks are gonna lose their shit!”

The house goes wild when they take the stage. Dean stands behind the mic stand as the rest of his group take their places with their instruments. Sam begins the beginning chords of the first song in their set as Dean prepares to launch into the lyrics.

Halfway through the second song, Dean eyes a blonde in the second row who looks like she could be a good time. Signaling their manager, Crowley McLeod, Dean points her out knowing the man would work his magic and the girl would be in his room waiting for him after the show. Dean continues to observe the girl as she dances to his songs. The way her lithe body moves, he knows she'll be a good time later tonight.

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littlenightma · 6 years ago

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Could you write an imagine for Stu, Michael, Billy, and Jason confusing their s/o for a random victim, and they realize it’s them just in time?

Michael Myers

• It would be when the Shape was in control and on a frenzy of bloodlust. Most likely in the weeks or days nearing Halloween.

• It was at night, late, late enough where you would usually be home, tucked in bed safe and sound. But you found that forget your phone at work and needed to go back and retrieve it.

• Work was near enough where you did not need your car. You took your bike instead, opting to save gas.

• Michael would see you riding back, walking beside your bike. He would be watching you intently, his hand jerking and gripping the knife in his hand. The light of the lamps did not create enough light to see your person fully in detail so he would have no idea it was you.

• You stopped to tie your shoelaces before they got caught in the gears of your bike and this was when Michael decided to strike. No cars in sight and no people were around. It was the perfect opportunity.

• With your back turned and you humming happily, you never noticed the man in the white mask approaching you with silent steps, the knife ready to kill.

• The hairs on your neck stood up and you turned just as Michael whipped his arm and sliced you on your cheek. You screamed, falling backward onto the hard sidewalk. Michael didn’t take your scream as one he recognized. After all, all of their screams sounded the same after hearing so many.

• Another swipe and he caught your arm. You realized it was Michael and fear penetrated your being. Why was Michael doing this?

• “Michael! Stop please, it’s me!”

• He would stop immediately. The knife would slowly fall and clatter to the ground, Michael walked back, not believing he didn’t see it was you.

• Your quivering voice would bring him out of the state of shock. He’d gather you in his arms, quickly bringing you home. You’d mention your bike and bag but fuck the bike and the bag. You were hurt and because of him. You were his first priority.

• He set you on the bathroom rug and get rid of his mask so he could inspect the damage. His damage. The cuts were deep and needed bandages, but luckily they would be fine.

• He would be extremely hostile for a good while, becoming extra protective and making it up to you by allowing you closer than he usually allowed for. That would be his apology.

• This would the very first time that Michael would think that just this once, the Shape had gone too far.

Jason Voorhees

• You were exploring the woods while Jason was setting up the fishing net at the lake. The book you’d been reading was getting too cliché so you decided to stretch your legs

• You managed to find an old cabin that held old fireworks from past inhabitants. Your excitement got the best of you as you began to rifle through the boxes of colorful sticks

• Somehow, one of them became lit and started going off, sending a flare of colorful sparks amuck. The sound pierced your ears so you covered them in hope your eardrums wouldn’t burst.

• Jason was almost finished when he heard the fireworks going off from a distance. He instantly became angry, assuming another group of campers had found his home and were now causing a disturbance.

• He’d grab his favorite weapon - a machete - donned with a newly sharpened blade, and marched his way to the cabin.

• He’d kicked down the door, his anger getting the best of him. The sparks would hinder his sight along with the mask. His eyes spotted a figure in the corner of the room, cowering behind a chair.

• He stalked towards you and raised his arm above his head. Your eyes would widen when Jason didn’t help you up or seem to know who you were.

• You managed to miss the stab, however you hit the box of fireworks and they all spilled towards to where you lay. The heat hit your clothes and your skin and you screamed for Jason as tears streamed down your face

• Jason froze, his eyes widening upon horror and realization. He kicked the box away and picked you up in his arms, dowsing the small flecks of flame from you with his hands.

• You never saw Jason run so fast in your life. You had to cling to him with all of your might to keep from being bobbed up and down like a rag doll.

• Back at the cabin, Jason would be an absolute wreck of sobs and hiccups. You were fine after an hour of comforting and cold compresses.

• You would relay that back to Jason but he still would sob into your chest, hugging you tightly because he almost lost you.

• This would be the second most traumatizing thing Jason would ever experience after seeing his mother being decapitated when he was younger, but this time it was almost done by his hands and he will never forgive himself.

• He was so sorry. He was a good boy, please don’t be mad at him. He was sorry. He was a good boy…

• You wouldn’t be allowed to leave the cabin after that

Stu Macher and Billy Loomis (I decided to do these two together)

• You weren’t going to lie. You were mega pissed off that Stu and Billy had forbidden you from going out tonight. They didn’t give any other reason other than that they said so.

• Assholes even bolted the door shut. Who even does that?

• Well tough shit, you were going to whatever you damned well pleased. You put on your favorite outfit, did your hair, and placed on a masquerade mask for extra measure and then snuck out the kitchen window.

• Adios, motherfuckers.

• The party was small but everyone was having a blast. People dancing on each other, a drink in hand and a smile plastered on everyone’s faces.

• You were busy dancing with another girl, not noticing that the party was slowly dwindling down. Either people decided to leave or something else was happening that no one could see.

• It was then just you, her and another boy you couldn’t remember the name of and weren’t going to bother with finding out.

• The boy went upstairs to use the bathroom and eventually the girl followed suit, wanting to freshen up, but when she got to top of the stairs a scream escaped her lips.

• You bolted up the steps asking her what was wrong when she pointed to the bathroom. You peeked in and saw the boy had been gutted from ear to ear. Blood coated the pure white, tiled floor.

• “Holy shit, call the police!” you told her, but as you turned you saw a knife go straight through her chest and into her heart, the blade tearing the front of her dress.

• The person wore a Scream mask and you realized that this was the murderer who had been terrorizing the town for god knows how long

• You screamed and attempted to make a run back down the stairs when another of the man blocked your escape so now they both had you trapped and cornered.

• “Please, don’t kill me!” you begged hopelessly, feeling stupid. Like asking them to not kill you would make a difference.

• Billy, Stu…I’m so sorry…

• The one at the bottom of the stairs was teasing you. He opened the gap just enough for you to slide through, but would you try? He twirled the knife in his hand as he leaned against the banister, waiting for your decision.

• You did, jumping down the stairs and almost was at the opening when a hand grabbed your hair and pulled you back, slamming you onto the floor. You cried out as your head bounced on the hardwood.

• You saw both of them above you. One raised his knife above his head and the other mockingly scolded you by waving a finger in a back and forth motion. The last thing you saw was the knife coming down into your stomach. You never felt a pain like that in your life. You blacked out because the pain was unbearable.

• It was dark, your mind was clouded, but you could hear voices. Hands roamed your body, pushing and pulling.

• “Man, is she dead? Don’t tell me we killed her!”

• “Shut the hell up, Stu! Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!”

• “She wasn’t supposed to be there! Why was she there? Billy, we can’t lose her, man. I can’t handle it.”

• “We’re are NOT…going to lose her. Stop fucking freaking out because you are freaking me out,” Billy growled.

• You opened your eyes to see two figures above you. Your stomach screamed in pain and you moaned out. The voices were familiar. So familiar…

• “Stu? Billy?”

• “Jesus, she’s alive!”

• “Of course she is, stupid. She’s our final girl, right?”

• Your eyes found them over you, their faces filled with worry. Stu was a wreck, his eyes and face red from crying. Billy’s usually gelled hair was a tangled mess, but his eyes held relief. However, you noticed the mask your attackers wore on the floor beside them and they were wearing the same outfits. No, it couldn’t be…

• “Oh my god. You’re them. You tried to kill me,” your eyes widened and your breath left your lungs. You tried to get up and away from them, but the pain became unbearable.

• “It was an accident, I promise! You weren’t supposed to be there!” Stu cried. He grabbed your hand and held it tightly. His hands were shaking out of control.

• “You kill people. Why? Why?” you whimpered into his chest.

• “We’ll explain everything, alright? Just promise you won’t run or try to escape. Promise us. Promise,” Billy asked, his voice low and cracking. He was trying so hard not to cuss you out for disobeying his orders.

• You stared at them and wondered what you had gotten yourself into by being with these two men. Not once did you expect them to be killers. They had asked you to stay inside and not go out. They were trying to protect you.

• “I Promise.”

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shay-iamiam · 6 years ago

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Communication

Pairings : Dom! Steve | 18+

Summary : Steve is gentle until he's not. You always push his buttons and it's about to time you had a reminder of what's waiting at home.

A/n: @great-neckpectations Had this amazing request that she actually thought I could write (somebody actually had faith in me lmao.) I hope I this justice. ( I'm gonna run away frim my phone now lmao. Hoping y'all don't this.)

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Three hours.

Not one phone call, not one text message. Not one post on any of your social media accounts. Three hours that Steve was frantically trying to find you.

All his texts went unanswered. All his calls forwarded straight to your voicemail. The last three hours of stress Steve felt slowly began to piss him off.

Steve loved that you were independent. That's what drew him in like a month to a flame. Your ability to be carefree but also chew someone the fuck out if they stepped out of bonds with you. Your brattiness and your mouth. Your need to always run it was the cause & reason behind the majority of his hard ons.

But when it came to him being your dom the rules were set in stone.

Your brattiness and your mouth. Your need to always run it drove him wild. He wanted you to be a good girl and listen to Daddy's rule's. But at the center of your core you loved disobeying him just a little bit.

Steve was a patient man. He was always gentle with you. He never wanted to pressure or control you. Which was what currently was confusing him. Why would you up and disappear like this?

Steve managed to trace your phone to some hole in the wall club I'm Brooklyn. He mounted his bike and speed across the city to get to you.

The club wreaked of cheap booze and cigarettes. Steve hated bars and clubs you knew that so why would you purposely disappear to one.

Steve stalked his way into the bar. The dim lighting made it hard to see. The music was to loud the people where to wild. Every step he took deeper inside the bar only chipped away at his resolve little more.

Steve went up to the bar hoping someone working at the club recognized you.

"Yeah some guy just asked her danced. She's over there somewhere.” The bartender pointed to the dance floor where you were throwing it back on some dude.

Steve stomped over to where you we're letting some random guy touch your body. Steve only saw him touching what belonged to him.

You were suddenly turned back from your dancing only to see a very upset Steve standing in front of you.

"I'm not happy with you right now." Steve voice was low and steady. He was a little to calm. You knew you fucked up when he mentioned not being able to reach you.

"You didn't answer any of my calls and not one of my text's." Steve was fuming.

"You got a good reason why you didn't answer baby? Huh."

You didn't speak. You just stood there listening to the anger laced in his voice. You didn't know if you should be scare or horny. Actually you felt a mix between the two.

You knew how Steve felt about your safety. It wasn't that he wanted to control you. He just wanted to protect you. Knowing that you were safe wherever you were always set his mind at ease.

Until you decide to purposely turn your phone off and leave without saying anything. That's where you screwed up.

"Where leaving now." With a tug on your hand Steve lead you right out of the little whole in the wall you made your residence in.

Steve placed your helmet on your head. Making sure the straps where secure enough before mounting his bike.

You held on tight as Steve zipped through the busy New York Traffic. He pulled his bike into the garage, mounting off the bike pulling you along with him to elevator. Steve punched the button waiting for the doors to close.

The ride up to your shared floor was quite. You knew you'd pissed Steve off. He hadn't said one word to you since he pulled off from the bar.

The door slammed roughly causing the photos littered amongst the walls to shake.

You followed Steve back to your room. Steve sat on the end of the bed. He took his boots off placing then to the side. He knew your mind was racing trying to figure out what your punishment would be.

"Strip. The only thing I want to see on you is your painties" Steve pointed to a spot that he wanted you to stand in while you undressed.

You tried to turn your back to him. But he wasn't having it.

"No need to be shy now. You weren't shy in the bar earlier." Steve was growing more irritated by the second.

Once you removed your clothes you stood there watching Steve. His face was unreadable. You didn't know what your punishment would be.

It felt like forever had passed before Steve spoke to you. He started at you while you waited anxiously for his next command.

Steve spread his thighs, motioning you over to him. "Lay down. This is a little reminder. So next time you don't forget what you have waiting at home." Steve hand came down hard on your ass. The smack of his hand jumped across the room.

You tried to hold in your yelp at the first hit. You didn't want Steve to think you where enjoying this even though you where.

"Don't be quiet now. Any other time your mouthing on." You whimperd when his hand came down on your ass again.

"Daddy's been real patient with you tonight. You didn't answer any of my phone calls *smack" or texts." He growled.

"You didn't follow any of the rules. That's a big no no baby." Steve spread your legs looking down at your soaked core. He couldn't believe you where already this wet. Seeing you like that only drove him even further.

"And you were giving another man what only belongs to Daddy." Steve sucked his teeth as he thought back on your behavior.

"I don't think so."

"How do you think that made daddy feel? Huh." You where a mess tears began to gather in your eyes. Steve's hand was steady after every smack he would rub your tender skin. His voice was as taunting

"Answer me."

"It- it made you feel bad." You sobbed out over his lap. You were ready to burst just from his hand on your ass.

"Your right it did baby. Daddy didn't like seeing you letting someone else touch you."

"But you won't do that again will you baby? Answer daddy." his voice was soft and gentle all of a sudden. Like he knew you wouldn't make that mistake again.

"No I won't. Never again. I'm yours. All of me is yours." You cried out, spreading your legs further apart.

"Don't forget it."

"I think you learned your lesson." Steve laid back on pulling you along with him.

"Now be a good girl and get to work." He retorted.

Steve placed his hands behind his head. It drove you wild when you rode Steve. The way he looked at you made you feel like your skin was on fire. It was a reward after the roughness on your backside.

You were still sensitive from Steve's spanking. Your skin burned a little bit with every moment. You straddle Steve sitting down slowly across him.

Steve notice that you where a little sore. He made a mental note to rub you down with aloe vera after.

"Wanna see you wrecked while your riding Daddy's cock." Steve pinched your perk nipples. Your head flew back at the pinch of sensation.

You where already sensitive due to Steve's punishment if you rode him like you wanted to than this wouldn't last long. You placed your hands over Steve's chiseled chest. Laying the palms of your hands down you sunk down onto Steve's long girth.

When you bottomed out you and Steve moaned out in unison.

Steve was in a blissed out haze. He watched with hooded eyes as tried to control your breathing. You where already wrecked and all he did was smack your ass a couple of times.

You had your sub space and he was in his blissed out Dom space.

You picked up the pace. Rocking your body back and forth grinding down hard. The drag of Steve's cock inside you knocked the air from your lungs.

Steve's gentle side began to shine through. His rough exterior you previously saw melted away. The side of him that told you he loved when you rode him and how cute you looked when you came.

He looked at you like you hung the stars and moon in the sky. This was the side of Steve he only gave to you.

The rest of the world saw him as a man of strength and honor. He was those things but he also wanted someone to take care of him the same way he took care of you.

The only sound that could be heard was yours and Steve skin connecting as you bounced up and down of his cock.

"Fuc- fuck baby. Keep going." Steve pulled at your nipples.

"You love riding Daddy's cock don't you?" You could only nod your head quickly your voice was completely gone. You loved when Steve got like this. That only meant he was close to cumming.

"Are you close to baby? Daddy's ready to cum." He wrapped his hand around your hips thrusting up into you. Pulling you down harder on his hips.

"I'm- I'm ready daddy. Fuck I'm ready."

"Come on baby. Soak daddy than." The way he commanded you to cum. Only made your orgasm stronger.

One moment you could hear Steve crying out and the next you heard nothing.

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You woke up to a warm towel being rubbed between your legs.

"I brought some aloe to help with the soreness. Once I'm done cleaning you up I'll rub you down."

"You're too good to me. I'm sorry for running off like that. I just had a shit day."

"It's okay Y/n. You just scared me there for a moment. I wanted to make sure you where good and you didn't answer." Steve couldn't help but worry. He worried that you would wake up one day and realize you didn't want him.

You knew him like that back of your hand.

Steve was a worry wart as you liked to call him.

"You know I'm always good when I'm with you." You looked over at him. And Steve couldn't help but smile. He knew he was good when he was with you. And he hoped that would never change.

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pocminiseries · 6 years ago

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Body Of Gold|3

3. First Experience: Vimin

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“You’re nervous…relax,” Jimin mumbles against her collarbone, feeling Nubia’s body tremble from their soft but calculated touches. With Taehyung standing behind her and Jimin in front of her, she wasn’t sure what to do or how to respond to being trapped in between both of them at once.

Her mind was in rambles trying to process the situation.

Realization didn’t set in until she had stepped foot inside of what she assumed to be Taehyung’s bedroom. She had stood as still as a rock while they stalked around, knowing fully well how nervous they were making her. But Nubia was too beautiful to not be admired from every angle and they made to get their fill of every asset.

“Tell us what you want,” Taehyung speaks up next, his husky tone sending a shiver down her spine. With his fingers interlocked with hers, he gave her hands a squeeze, while placing kisses along her cheek, making quick eye contact with Jimin.

“I-i don’t know…” Nubia stutters, trying her best to keep her shit together. She hated feeling like this around men she knew would never do anything to intentionally hurt her but no matter how much she attempted to pep talk herself, the result was always the same.

It was the sound of Taehyung’s deep chuckle against her ear that had her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “Yes you do,” He smirks, watching as Jimin flicks his tongue along the top of her left breast that was exposed to him.

“Or do we have to explore every inch of you to find out for ourselves?” Jimin questions teasingly, looking up towards Nubia who visibly swallowed at his words. “Either way, I don’t mind,” There was so much that he had in mind he wanted to do to and with her, and he hoped that with time she would open up to them so they could give her everything they had to offer.

“Jimin…” Nubia finds herself croaking out of his name once her eyes met his. Those dark orbs staring back at her in the most predatory manner that she felt it straight to her core.

This shit was crazy.

“What baby?” Was his soft response as he leaned back to get the full view of her beautiful face. His eyes roamed over her features, soon finding it difficult to pinpoint which parts he liked the most. That, of course, was until they landed on her lips…ones that were so perfectly plump and inviting. He had so many fantasies of what they would feel like against his own.

Sensing her hesitancy when it was clear what she wanted, Taehyung sent Jimin a knowing look, mentally telling the younger male to make the first move.

“I see…” Jimin trails off, looking her up and down. “You want me to kiss you, don’t you?” He observes, leaning forward until their noses barely touched. He immediately took notice in Nubia’s increased breathing which Taehyung softly laughed at as he hid his face in the nape of her neck. “Am I right, Queen?”

Not trusting her voice, Nubia chose to nod her head instead. She watched Jimin smirk right before his tongue licked her lips, catching her off guard. It was unexpected…but she found his teasing action to be a sensual one.

Barely a second later, Nubia felt his lips press against hers once…twice…until he kissed her more deeply with Nubia groaning at how well their mouths worked against each other. She had thoughts of this but none of them compared to the real thing. She wanted to reach out and wrap her arms around him to pull him closer, but Taehyung refused to allow her to move, firmly keeping their fingers interlocked.

Feeling her try to tug away, Taehyung took it upon himself to nip at her neck causing her to gasp, unknowingly allowing Jimin to slip his tongue into her mouth that left Nubia feeling light headed.

The sight itself had Taehyung subconsciously grind into her backside in which Nubia surprisingly moved back against him. “Don’t do that,” He warns, his warm breath brushing past her ear but Nubia’s mind was too high above the clouds to listen.

With the way Jimin was tonguing her down and Taehyung nipping at her neck, it was all becoming too much.

Being tired of being left out, Taehyung released one of Nubia’s hands and used it to firmly grip the back of Jimin’s neck, catching his attention.

Forcing himself to pull away from Nubia’s addictive lips, Jimin eyed Taehyung curiously. Using no words, Taehyung worked his tongue against her neck all while keeping his eyes set on Jimin, hoping he would catch on to his hidden message.

Realizing what he meant, Jimin mimicked Taehyung’s actions to the other side of Nubia’s neck sending the poor woman into a trembling mess.

With her neck being so sensitive, every lick, suck and bite against her skin that they made, had her pussy leaking and throbbing with need. “Baby, I think you may have found her spot,” Jimin lowly comments after feeling Nubia’s body jerk against them. Her soft moans rising an octave as her free hands finds its way to Jimin’s back.

Hearing his lovers words, Taehyung teased at the area below Nubia’s ear causing her to cuss under her breath. “Stop…” She grunts out weakly, feeling embarrassed that they were about to make her reach her peak from something as childish as dry humping.

But neither men listened as they continued their assault, with Jimin squeezing her ass while Taehyung did the same to her breasts. “Please…stop…” Nubia pleads once more, realizing how close she was. “I’m going to cum…please,” She rushes out just as they both took it upon themselves to grind into her at the same time forcing her to reach her climax shamelessly.

“Aw, I think she’s embarrassed Tae,” Jimin comments after a few seconds, moving back to look her over, taking notice in the way she avoided making eye contact with him. “Don’t be. Especially now that we know how responsive you are,” He wanted to see her cum again…preferably on his dick and his tongue. “Kookie is going to love you,”

“Don’t say things like that,” Nubia whispers, dropping her arms back to her sides. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like that,” She felt an inexperienced virgin after that. How could they make her have an orgasm by doing something so damn simple?

“And why’s that? Because if anything, I want to see you react the same way when I have you bouncing on my lap,” Taehyung proclaims, placing his hands on her hips. “Now take this off,” He orders, slowly tugging down the zipper in the back of her jumpsuit.

“Don’t be so demanding Tae,” Jimin chastises, watching the way Nubia’s eyes went wide at Taehyung’s request. “Are you sure you want this?… Be honest,” He asks her in a serious tone. “If you say no, we’ll understand but if you agree, you need to know you won’t be leaving this room until the sun rises,” He explains, making it clear what he and Taehyung planned to do.

They were going to wreck her and if Nubia was being honest, she wanted to experience it all.

Licking her lips, Nubia pulled the straps of her jumpsuit past her shoulders, revealing her braless chest as she tugged the rest of the material down her legs, letting the material pool at her heeled feet. “Jesus Nubia,” Whispers Taehyung as he stands next to Jimin, who was too busy taking mental pictures of her to speak just yet.

Nubia’s body was the definition of sin and designed to be cherished, something both men planned to do until she tapped out.

“Lay back on the bed for us, baby,” Jimin instructs, forcing himself to keep his distance. If he were to touch her right now, looking as tempting as she does, he was positive he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

Nubia curiously eyed them both before doing what Jimin asked, crawling onto the bed and laying back against the pillows. “Good, now spread your legs for us,” Taehyung speaks up next, still mesmerized by the sight of her ass being on full display when she crawled up the bed. She was going to be the death of him, he just knew it.

“When you feel the need to, touch yourself…” Jimin says, grinning at her nervous facial expression. “But whatever you do, keep your eyes on us, ok?”

Nubia nodded her head, knowing exactly what was about to happen. “I wanted to do this just to tease her but I’ve missed your mouth on me,” Jimin reveals once he turns his attention back to Taehyung. “I’m starting to believe that Kookie’s needy ways are rubbing off on me,”

Taehyung released a low chuckle, pulling Jimin towards him. “You’re both lucky that I don’t mind as much as I used to,” He states right before his leans in and places a sweet kiss on his lover’s lips. A kiss that instantly turned into something filled with need and desperation, a sight that almost made Nubia feel as though she was intruding.

They kissed in the way that true lovers do, passionate and raw. And Jimin was serious when he said he was becoming needy. With their schedules keeping each of them busy, they haven’t had as much time with each other like they wanted which he absolutely hated. The quick pecks on the lips were nothing compared to this.

“Don’t…” Taehyung warns when Jimin bit his bottom lip and tugged at the soft flesh. “I swear Jimin, I’ll fuck you right here…don’t tempt me,” He adds, pulling Jimin’s shirt over his head. Jimin knew all of his weakness and exactly how to rile him up but now wasn’t the time.

“I’ll stop, simply because of Queen…” Glancing towards the quiet woman, Jimin caught her just as she tossed her panties to the floor. “But for now, touch me,” He tells Taehyung, closing his eyes briefly when he felt Taehyung’s hands rub down his chest. “Lower,”

Taehyung playfully rolled his eyes, doing as Jimin wanted by tugging down his sweats not at all surprised to see he wore nothing underneath. “The girls in your dance class must’ve been losing their minds today,”

Jimin found himself giggling, catching a hint of jealousy in his lover’s voice. “Maybe just a little but they can look…never touch,” He reminds him, kicking his sweats off to the side. “You next,”

Leaving no room for Taehyung to protest, Jimin stripped him naked and took a second to allow his eyes to sweep over him from head to toe, lingering on his impressive length. “If you’re going to stare at my dick like that, then you need to get on your knees,” Taehyung prompts, following Jimin’s tongue move across his bottom lip.

Why was he such a fuckin tease?

“In due time I will but please, Tae, touch me already,” Jimin whines, grabbing one of Taehyung’s hands and moved it towards his leaking member. “Just for a minute, then I promise…I’ll do whatever you ask,”

Although the neediness that both of his boyfriends shared annoyed him sometimes, Taehyung could admit that he was slowly finding it to be sort of a turn on. The way they craved for him always gave him a sense of pride.

“Touch you how…like this?” Taehyung teases, wrapping a firm hand around Jimin’s dick, giving it a slight squeeze causing Jimin to snap his hips for more friction. “Or maybe like this?” He questions, quickening his pace to stroke Jimin in the way he wanted, only to slow down as soon as he started. Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh at the displeased look that Jimin was shooting in his direction.

“Baby…stop toying with me. I need this…” Jimin presses, moving his hips to fuck into Taehyung’s hand. “And so does she,” He nods towards Nubia, who was trying to seem unbothered by the scene in front of her although her glistening folds was proof enough how much they affected her.

Taking in Nubia’s clear aroused state, Taehyung finally gave in and begin to jerk Jimin’s dick as he placed kisses along his jawline. Jimin’s low groans urged him on as he found his own member expand even more at the thought of hearing his cries once he was inside of him. There was just something about Jimin calling out his name when they fucked that drove him crazy.

“I know that look…” Jimin observes once he placed his forehead against Taehyung’s. “I can’t wait to feel you…” He cooes, placing a quick kiss to Taehyung’s lips before he dropped to his knees. “Queen…pay attention,” And that she did.

Nubia’s hands gripped the sheets beside her tightly, watching Jimin work his tongue along Taehyung’s dick, leaving no parts of it untouched. She paid attention to the way Taehyung’s thighs tensed when Jimin begin to suck at the head…how deep his moans become once Jimin started to bob his head up and down…the way his lust filled gazed met Jimin’s as he softly brushed his bangs back…how his jaw would clench when Jimin would pull back painfully slow and only to swallow as much of him as he could.

Everything about them was so primal and salacious.

Nubia’s finger barely touched her clit when Taehyung’s voice filled her ears. “Jimin…she needs us,” He informs Jimin with a quivering voice, finally releasing a deep breath once Jimin released his dick from his mouth.

“No, please…don’t stop because of me…” She states, feeling a bit disappointed that they stopped because she touched herself. “Keep going,”

Licking his lips, Jimin stands up with his dick slapping against his stomach. “Your pleasure will always come before ours Nubia…then maybe once we’re done and you can manage to stay awake, you can watch us while you play with that pretty pussy of yours,” He winks, reaching out to grab her by the ankles, pulling her towards the end of the bed.

Nubia gasped loudly, barely given the chance to realize what was going when they lifted her to her feet with Taehyung taking her spot by sitting down on the bed. “Come here…” He beckons, gripping her wrist as he helped her seat on his lap. She instantly grew stiff feeling the hardness of his dick brush against her sleek folds.

“Relax. We’re not here to hurt you,” Taehyung reassures her, rubbing her back up and down in a soothing manner until he felt her become less tense. “Trust us,” He encourages, pressing his lips to hers and sighed in relief. He moved against her mouth with practiced precision as their tongues intertwined in a way that had Nubia shivering against him.

“I want you to turn around and ride me, can you do that for me?” Taehyung asks once he pulled away, shifting his gaze towards Jimin who became entranced seeing them kiss.

Shyly, Nubia nodded and stood up, allowing Taehyung to move backward and further up the bed. Once he was settled, she moved towards him and got into the desired position. Placing one hand behind his head, Taehyung’s eyes were glued to her booty as she kneeled above him. With shaky hands, Nubia grabbed his length, finally feeling how heavy and long he felt. She pumped him a few times before lining him up at her entrance.

The moment she moved back and allowed him to enter her, Nubia was convinced she saw stars. She didn’t even make an attempt to stop the strangled cry that left her throat once he was fully inside of her with a snugged fit. “Oh, shit…” She drags out as she lifts herself up and sinks back down, testing her boundaries.

With her hands on his thighs as leverage, Nubia was quick to find a rhythm, rolling her hips and grinding down on to create the most delicious feeling inside of her gut. The way he filled her each she bounced on his lap had Nubia releasing the most erotic sounds, with the mixture of Taehyung’s name, creating a sound that made Jimin work his dick to match her set pace.

He stood in front of them, watching Nubia take what was hers…following the bounce of her breasts that he so badly wanted to suck. It was one of the sexiest sights to see her essence coat Taehyung’s dick each time she lifted off him. She looked nothing short of a goddess taking Taehyung’s dick like a champ…even to the point where his own moans were just as powerful as hers.

Grasping her hips, Taehyung plunged into her, moving deeper inside her heat. “Keep doing it just like that…you feel amazing like this,” He praises with a horsed voice, bouncing her on him harder. “Jimin…join us already…” He orders weakly, watching Jimin kneel between his opened legs.

Looking up, Nubia followed Jimin’s movements as one of his hands reached up and tweaked her nipple, causing her to gyrate against Taehyung. “Do you think that maybe…you can take my dick next, Queen? Will you give me the chance to fuck you hard into this mattress?” He taunts, running his tongue up her thigh once she slowed down.

Sitting up, Taehyung gripped her thighs, pulling her legs open wider. “What about having two of us at once, think you can handle that baby?” He joins in, feeling and hearing her pussy become wetter. Taehyung smiled towards Jimin while he continued to move inside of her, slowly feeling himself fall in love at the way her walls squeezed around his dick.

Nubia could only moan in response as she felt Jimin pull her petals apart to reveal her engorged clit. He kissed it before giving her one long lick, not all phased by Taehyung fucking her at the same time. It didn’t stop Jimin’s experienced tongue from tasting her and sucking on her clit to add more pleasure to her tired body.

Her broken cries filled their ears as she allowed them to move her at their own accord. All she could do was take what they were giving her, relishing in pure sexual nirvana.

The had managed to gain complete control over her to the point where they had Nubia cumming on top of cumming.

And even then, they refused to let up.

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