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msbigredmachine · 1 year ago

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Warm (Jey Uso/OC)

An on-again, off-again couple takes the snowy ride to the next town together.

PAIRING: Jey Uso x OC

Word Count: 6.3k

Warning: The usual smut and everything in between.

A/N: First fic of the year! Enjoy!

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"Hey girl, got a sec?"

Looking up to see Nia standing right in front of her, Malia stood up straighter. The locker room was full of her friends and fellow wrestlers, all done for the evening and packing up to leave the arena. "What's up?"

"I totally forgot that I agreed to carpool with Maxxine after the show," she said as they exited the locker room together. "I'm really sorry, it totally slipped my mind."

"Oh, that sucks," Malia said, a little disappointed as Nia was great company. "It's no big deal. I'll figure something out."

"Are you sure? It's starting to snow out there. Will you be okay on your own?"

"Alone on the road with full control of the heating and my own playlist?" Malia laughed. "I'll be fine."

Nia nodded. "Okay. I feel bad, so I'll ask around and see if anyone needs a ride. That way you can split the bills and stuff," she offered, pausing when she looked over Malia's shoulder. "Oooh, look who's coming our way," she grinned.

Curious, Malia turned around, and her heart skipped a beat as Josh Fatu walked in their direction, his carry-on behind him and his phone in front of him. She plastered an unbothered expression on her face and turned back to Nia, but the Irresistible Force saw right through the facade.

"Girl, you're blushing already!" she cackled. "You and him still fucking?"

"No, I'm not blushing. And no, we're not fucking," Not lately anyway, Malia added to herself, fluffing her Afro as nonchalantly as possible.

"Liar. You two crack me up, you're totally in love with each other but keep acting like you're not. I did warn you about the whole friends-with-benefits thing."

She did. And Malia caught feelings and had been trying to run from those feelings since. But not with much success, given that she and Josh were both part of the Monday Night Raw roster and lived in the same goddamn city which gave him plenty of access to her. The problem was she was falling in love and he wasn't, so she tried to save face by imposing an extended 'break' from each other, under the guise of 'seeing other people'. Being alone with him on a long midnight drive wasn't going to help her cause to break away.

"It's a three-hour trip from here to Cleveland. Think you can hold off for that long if you go together?" Nia asked, a little too gleefully for Malia's taste.

"Stop with the slander. You make it sound like I'm this raging nympho," she rebuffed.

"When it comes to him? Yes! I've witnessed it! You jump each other's bones every chance you get. How you guys aren't official, I'll never understand. He's getting closerrrr," Nia sang, clearly enjoying the way Malia was trying not to squirm. "Let me go talk to him."

Malia started to panic as Nia moved towards him. "Where are you going?" she warned, "Nia, no!"

"Um, you want a ride or not? Hey, Joshyyyy!"

"Savelina!" Malia hissed, falling silent when Josh looked up from his phone, his gaze lingering on her for a long, tense beat before moving to Nia. "Sup ladies," he said, tipping his bearded chin up in greeting. His jaw moved repeatedly, and she saw he was chewing gum when he opened his mouth to speak. Juicy Fruit, she predicted. His favorite.

"I heard you're driving by yourself tonight," Nia said to him.

His eyebrows rose skeptically. "Yeah..."

"You want a passenger? Cuz my girl over here needs someone to ride with, in more ways than one..."

"Lina, shut up," Malia cut in, stepping in front of her and meeting Josh head-on. "Forgive our friend, Becky hit her in the head too many times tonight," she explained, her insides warming when Jey laughed. "I was supposed to carpool with bitch over here but she made other plans and left me stranded. So umm...if you're going alone, would you mind if I tagged along?" Why the fuck did she sound like she was asking him to Prom?

Again, the air around them simmered with an unknown element. When he took longer than usual to respond, her heart sank a little. "It's cool if you don't want to, I can find someone else-"

"Nah, it's all good, uce, you can come along," he spoke up with a smile. "But I'm 'bout to leave right now, so if you ready-"

"I am," Malia answered, a bit too quickly, and flushed with embarrassment when the corner of his mouth curled upward in a bemused smile. It was then she realized that Nia had disappeared, leaving the two standing alone in the empty hallway.

"Uhh...We should get going," Malia spoke up, scratching awkwardly at the nape of her curly Afro.

Josh nodded, pausing as his eyes scanned her up and down again. "This what you wearin'?" he inquired.

She made a quick, albeit thorough twirl to show off her outfit, a short, figure-hugging beige dress accompanied by a black pair of furry knee-high Uggs. "Yeah, why? What's wrong with it?"

"It's a lil' chilly, no? I mean, don't get me wrong, you look real good, it's just-" Catching himself, he trailed off nervously before he could say anything else inappropriate.

"My jacket is right here, I'll be fine. But if I do get too cold, I'm sure you can keep me warm." Her smile was syrupy sweet as she let the innuendo sink in. The awkwardness was melting away, leaving only the sexual synergy they were both accustomed to.

Josh chuckled to himself and stepped closer to her. "A'ight, I see what'chu tryna do," he said in a lower, huskier timbre that made her loins flutter. "Let's get outta here before I do sum'n we'll both like."

She wanted to ask what was stopping him but instead took the hand he held out to her. It was big and protective and the gentle way he rubbed his thumb over hers always made her feel safe. Together they left the building and into the indoor parking lot. He helped her put her things in the trunk of his Ford Expedition rental, and she fought the urge to stare at his ass when he bent over.

As they began their journey, her gaze landed on her on-again, off-again 'boyfriend', his own fixed on the road ahead. Wearing a fitting dual-colored Nike tracksuit, he looked yummy himself. The hand that had held hers was now on the steering wheel, and she found herself wishing it was touching her again but on a more risqué part of her body this time. They were on a 'break' but she envisioned a lot of difficulty keeping things platonic tonight.

"Since when do you listen to Bon Jovi?" She broke the ice several minutes later, talking over the eighties rock ballad that was playing on the radio and was surprised it hadn't been turned off. "You always used to tell me to change that shit," she laughed.

"They not so bad, they got some good workout songs," he defended with a shrug. "How come you didn't take a flight tonight?" he asked.

She gave a shrug of her own. "I don't know. I probably should have. But with the weather and everything, there'd probably be tons of delays at the airport. I would have ended up sitting there all night. How about you?"

"Same. I prefer the open road anyway," he replied. "Drive fast, blast some good music, you know what it is." He shot her a grin, making selections on the GPS. "Everything good? You comfortable?"

Smoothing her dress down her crossed legs, she nodded and tilted her seat back. "Yeah, I'm good," she responded.

"So how was Christmas? Whatchu do? Spend time with your man?" Josh asked.

Malia snorted and flipped her hair. "Ain't no man. He's an insecure bum so he's gone. I stayed with my brother and his family for a few days, played with my nieces, they're so big now."

He wanted to feel bad about the way his heart leapt for joy about her relationship status. "I told you he was a bum from the jump, uce," he mumbled.

"Well, you were right. Congrats," she bit sarcastically.

"I ain't wanna be right though. I just want you to be happy," said Josh, exchanging a glance with her, his stare filled with its familiar warmth that was charged with something else.

Being here is a bad idea.

"What about you? You were with your boys and their mom, I'm guessing," she kept the conversation going.

"More of the boys, less of their mom," he clarified.

"That's it? No woman to warm your bed?"

He snorted and shot her a bombastic side-eye. "If I remember clearly, you sent the last woman I was with packin', with your razor-sharp ass tongue."

Malia burst out laughing. "Ha, that bitch? She's a clout-chasing airhead. One conversation with her and my IQ got fucked up. Stop messin' with those NXT bimbos, Joshua. It's not a good look."

"Why you so pressed though?" He had an idea, but he wanted to hear it straight from the horse's mouth.

"I'm not pressed. You smarter than that. She wasn't good for you."

"And you know this, how?"

Because she ain't me. None of them are. "I just know," was all she said.

"Huh. We seem to 'know' a lot about each other," Josh noted, "So why don't you want us to stay together?" he asked.

And there it is. "You already know the answer," she responded, with a hint of attitude.

"No I don't, so how 'bout you fill me in, huh," he retorted. They had stopped at a red light so he now had all the time to look her in the eye.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, she refused to get suckered in. "Because. Your roster is deep enough as it is," she mumbled.

"What roster?"

Malia huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh, we gonna play dumb now? I'm not the only woman you're fucking, Joshua."

"The last person I had sex with was you, right before you dumped me for ol' boy," Josh replied, annoyance creeping into his tone.

"Correction. I did not dump you. Dumping implies that we were dating," Malia argued. "I distinctly remember you saying you weren't looking for nothin' serious, so it ain't dumping if there's no relationship to dump."

The silence that followed was deafening, even with the music playing. The temperature in the car plummeted several degrees. Josh simply shook his head. "Damn, that how you feel all this time? Okay then." he tsked, releasing the brakes as the light turned green. "A'ight. Note taken."

The hurt swirling in his voice surprised her. Rattled, she opened her mouth to speak, but wisely decided to close it back. Because there really was nothing to say. This was the consequence of getting involved with someone without setting clear boundaries; the result of repeatedly holding off the simple task of defining a relationship — nothing but uncertainty and heartache. It was the bed she made long ago and now she had to lie in it.

But oddly enough, that seemed to be the appeal of entanglements; the thrill, the warped sense of freedom to do whatever you wanted to each other with no strings. But intimacy always had its attachments, and Malia had been attached to Josh for a long, long time with no idea how to cut the strings without getting hurt.

"The snow seems to be getting worse," she changed the subject and with good reason. They seemed to be driving into a storm. The snowfall was heavier and the nearly empty highway was turning white. "Are you sure we'll make it into Cleveland like this?"

Her question was answered only a few seconds later, by the flashing lights and flares up ahead. A car wreck, and a bad one judging from the amount of fire, rescue, and police crews on the scene. As Josh slowed the car to a crawl, they were greeted by a gruesome tableau.

The many bright, flashing lights cast a grotesque glow on the crumpled remains of an SUV. A black bag, zipped and strapped to a stretcher, was being loaded into the back of an ambulance. Malia's eyes widened with horror. The mangled car was the same type as theirs, and the driver's seat was covered in blood, a lot of it splattered on the white snow. "Oh no...Babe..." she breathed.

Her voice was tiny. Scared. Josh grabbed her hand and squeezed it repeatedly to get her attention. "Ay, don't look. Look at me," he cajoled, waiting for her to do so, running his thumb over hers to quell her panic. "I'll take the next exit. Let's find somewhere to crash until morning." He cringed. "Bad choice of words. Sorry."

"You don't mind stopping?" she asked, feeling a little sick. There was no way she was going any further with what she'd just witnessed.

"Personally, I'd rather be late gettin' where I'm going than never gettin' there at all."

"I agree. I'll check if there's any available hotels nearby," she offered, reaching for her phone in the console.

"You good?" he checked on her again, his fingers flexing around hers.

"I'm okay. It's just...that was horrible," Malia shuddered. "But you calmed me down. You've always been good at that." She smiled gratefully at him.

"Mm-hmm," he mumbled, as he lifted the back of her hand to his lips in a gentle kiss. He then rested his hand on her bare leg, running it up her smooth chocolate skin. Ironically, her dress gave him perfect access to the sensitivity of her inner thigh, and he allowed his fingers to dance over it.

Malia cast her eyes down to watch his hand disappear under her dress. This was what she liked about him so much; his boldness, his sense of adventure. Only he could dare to touch on her while driving on a dark, sleety highway. "Boy, what are you doin'?" she asked as he squeezed her thigh. She tried to play it cool, tried to act like her skin had not been set ablaze by his touch.

"Keepin' you warm," he affirmed nonchalantly, as he slid his palm over her lace panties, his favorite on her, enjoying the feel of her moist warmth against the fabric. He had since learned that he couldn't stay mad at her for long. "I miss you," he whispered, breaching her underwear with one finger.

"I miss you too," she admitted, jerking as the finger slipped inside of her. "Oh, shit," she gasped, tilting her head back against the leather headrest.

"Phew, you wet as fuck," Josh whistled, eyeing up his ex with a Cheshire Cat-like grin. "Ol' boy wasn't fuckin' you like he should?"

Before she could answer, he slid another digit into her wetness, drawing another moan from her. She moved her legs further apart, causing her dress to ride higher up, and grabbed his wrist with both hands. "Fuck, yeah," she sighed, going slack in her seat.

Maybe it wasn't the brightest idea, Josh realized, as the sound of her wanton moans filled the car. As her pussy tightened around his fingers. He wasn't doing much for his own erect state by doing this, but the look on her face convinced him to keep going. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, keeping his eyes on the road. "How's that feel, hmm?" he asked.

The only response she could muster was another breathy moan while strengthening her grip on his wrist. She didn't want to come just yet, but between his fingers twisting deep inside her tightening core and the added heat rushing through her, she knew she wouldn't last long. She wanted this to last forever, just like every time she was with him; she clung desperately to every second, because each one was always better than the last. He just hit different. He always did.

The spell broke when she heard him curse and he abruptly stopped, slipping his fingers out of her. "The fuck?" she whined.

"Sorry, I had to," Josh explained, pointing. The smoky haze of passion and frustration cleared quickly enough for her to realize they had left the expressway and were now pulling into the parking lot of a hotel. Crossing her arms petulantly, she sat up straighter and pouted. "Goddamn tease. You ain't slick," she grumbled.

"Nope. But you are," he emphasized, holding up his fingers covered in her essence and bringing them to his mouth. "Mmm, sweet and spicy, like always."

His dirty snicker had her pussy clenching again. This man was going to be the death of her.

Parking the Expedition in front of the hotel door, they rushed in with their bags to the check-in desk and found the exhausted-looking receptionist behind the counter. It was clear they'd had a massive influx of people and that she was the only one handling everything.

"You're just in luck. We have one room left," the lady replied when Josh asked her if they had any vacancies. "It's probably our smallest room and only has one queen-sized bed, but it's perfect for a lovely couple like yourselves," she smiled warmly.

"We'll take it," Josh responded, handing over his credit card before Malia could reject it. Given the state of the weather outside and that horrendous crash they came across, it was likely the best, safest option.

They got the keycards and made a quick stop at the nearby Chipotle to get some food. Josh paid again, boxing Malia against the counter with his big frame and frowning menacingly at the cashier who had the nerve to flirt with her. Though there technically was no territory to mark, she didn't mind. Besides, it was cold outside and his body heat was inviting and much needed. Afterwards, they returned to the hotel and made it into the small room that was warm, toasty, and quite clean, making them feel a bit better that they wouldn't be stuck in some Bates Motel-type murder house.

"Last time we were stuck in a room together, we spent all afternoon working out how many pinning combinations we could make each other come in," Malia reminisced as she bit into her burrito.

"Yeah. I remember winning," Josh grinned proudly. "You can have the bed, by the way," he gestured to her. "Imma sleep on the couch, give you some space."

"Why?" Malia gave him a stern look. "The bed is big enough for both of us. Plus, your back will be fucked up if you sleep on that lil ass couch."

She wasn't wrong; the couch felt rather firm and it wouldn't be pleasant. Josh was trying to be a gentleman, but he ultimately agreed since driving tomorrow with a backache did not sound ideal.

After finishing their meals, they settled in, and Malia texted the Talent Relations rep to inform them of her and Josh's whereabouts. Unfortunately, the weather forecast on TV was pretty grim as they were expecting upwards of forty inches of snow. Getting to their destination in time tomorrow would be a tough ask.

Josh used the bathroom first to give Malia some privacy. When he re-emerged, she was stripped down to a short white bathrobe that did nothing to hide that body of hers, giving him a little peek of her voluptuous behind as she picked up her toilet bag.

Fuck.

"Babe, do you got a spare shirt I can sleep in?" She stood back upright, her throat drying up at the sight of his towel hanging low on his hips. She watched the rivulets of water drip down his tattooed chest and felt parched.

Josh swallowed. "Sure, I got somethin'." He crossed the room, reached inside his open luggage and pulled out a 'YEET' hoodie. "This okay?"

He gazed into her eyes, and Malia felt her knees quiver, almost like they were threatening to collapse beneath her. "Yeah, thanks," she smiled, taking the hoodie.

"You called me babe again." There was a small, teasing smile on his face.

Malia felt her face burn. "Oh, um...Yeah. Habit. Sorry..." Lost for words, she quickly departed, silently willing her limbs to not give out on her.

Waiting until the door had closed behind her, Josh sank down on the bed and tried to focus on the TV. He could hear her moving around. Brushing her teeth. Undressing. Rubbing his face, he groaned when he heard the shower start. After their argument in the car and what he did afterwards, his emotions were all over the place, and now they had to share this bed. Keeping his hands to himself was going to be a tough ask.

Keep your hands to yourself, Malia repeated to herself over and over as she finished up her skincare routine. It's just one night. Behave yourself. What happened in the car meant nothing.

Yes it did, the voice she fondly named 'Delulu', debated, He misses you, he said so himself. That's why he acted the way he did in the car. That's why he almost bit that cashier's head off in Chipotle.

She had a point. She recalled the full-blown lust in his eyes as he touched her, the eager movement of his fingers inside her as though he couldn't stop himself. Overall, it felt good to know he wasn't quite over her just as she wasn't quite over him.

Don't do it, her other voice, dubbed 'You Right' because it always was, warned. You're just his plaything, always have been. Why do you want to play house with a guy who doesn't love you like you love him? He just misses the pussy. That's it.

Good point.

But I miss the dick too! 'Delulu' pouted.

'You Right' rolled her eyes. Too bad. Take another shower, a cold one this time.

With a heavy sigh, Malia wrapped up her hair and put on her pajamas for the night. The hoodie was big on her, reaching her thighs. She decided against panties, having made up her mind about the voice she was going to listen to.

She returned to the warmth of the bedroom, instantly landing on the ruggedly handsome man stretched out on the left side of the bed. His favorite side. His gaze flickered from the TV to her, his lips twitching into a small smile.

"You make my merch look so sexy, baby," he commented.

"Why thank you Daddy," she replied, then froze, her eyes wide. Shit, did she just say that out loud? Judging from the heated look in his eyes, the answer was yes. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife as they regarded each other.

Sitting up straight in the bed, Josh clapped his hands. "A'ight, enough of this. Come here," he growled.

She thought he would never ask. She hurried to the bed and crawled towards him. He sat up straighter and reached for her, their lips crashing together before he had finished pulling her onto his lap. All the weeks of pent-up urges and desires came pouring out of them both as they kissed like the desperate, needy souls they had become. They only pulled back long enough to take off his t-shirt before they embraced again. His bronzed skin was warm underneath her palms, the touch of his hands seemingly burning through the hoodie onto her own.

Without breaking the kiss, Josh shifted so that they were lying on their sides, helping her tug his sweatpants down his hips. Once they were gone, he pulled her tightly against him as he slid his leg between hers, draping her top leg over his waist. He then pushed his hands under her hoodie, his fingers digging into her waist to grind her against his thigh. Malia smiled at his surprised gasp, his realization that she was wearing his merch and only that. She knew he could feel the moistness of her core, smearing his upper thigh as their kisses got even more heated. She let him pull off the hoodie, and Josh's eyes blazed with need as he gathered her right breast in his hand and devoured it with sucks and licks. Meanwhile her hand wrapped around his dick, stroking for a few moments before easing him inside her.

"Oh, shit," Josh froze, his expression slightly panicked, "I ain't got-"

"Calm down, I still got my IUD. You good." She kissed his lips and reared back a little, letting him push fully inside her, and he ripped his mouth from hers in a low groan and tucked his face in her neck.

"Fuck, Malia..."

She moaned with him, gripping his muscular shoulders as he moved inside her, and groaned again when his hand scraped down her back to squeeze her ass cheek tightly.

"Mmmph..."

"Yeah, I know you like that," he whispered, slapping her ass this time, his breath hot and heavy against her face. "Say my name baby, call out for me."

"Joshua...Daddy..."

"Mm-hmm, I love it. God, you're fuckin' beautiful," he said, his voice rough with need as he tongue-kissed her slowly, matching his grinding thrusts, sending chills running all over her body.

"Ohhh," she gasped, tensing in his arms, bewildered by her desire for him.

"Relax. I gotchu," he promised with another hungry, borderline sloppy kiss. He was nearing the pit of her stomach with his lengthening strokes, but he wanted more. He held up her thick thigh, automatically sliding him even deeper inside her. A big smile lit up his face as her mouth fell open; he knew she could feel all of it, the head of his dick toying with her g-spot, her breathing quickening as her slick moisture made its presence known with every push of his dick into her.

"Hear that?" Josh whispered, "Hear how wet you are?"

Malia dug her nails into his skin, staccato breaths pulling from her lungs as he rammed up into her again and again. "Shit," she whined, "Aw fuck, please don't stop," she begged, tears gathering in her eyes at the thought of him ceasing his actions.

"I ain't stoppin' baby." He couldn't seem to stop kissing her, doing it again as he increased his speed, his dick all up in her wet pussy. The sensations were dizzying, taking her to another dimension. "Uuuunh," she cried out with a shudder, the flutter of her pussy around his cock sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

"You wanna come, babe? Wanna come for Daddy huh?" He pressed his forehead against hers, his hypnotic eyes holding her gaze as her whimpers for him grew louder. "Come, Malia," he urged with gritted teeth, his heart pounding from the emotions vibrating through him. "Come, baby girl. Nut on Daddy's dick. You look so beautiful when you come."

Malia heard what sounded like waves crashing in her ears. Immediately her body seized up, and her voice was a high-pitched cry as the pleasure ripped through her. Moaning his name repeatedly, her head fell back and she saw stars as the bliss took over.

Man, she missed being touched like this, kissed like this...fucked like this.

Still trembling, she was vaguely aware of him pulling out, letting her leg down and rolling on top of her. Stroking her face, he stared at her with a mix of wonder and tenderness and something else she couldn't quite determine in his eyes.

"What?" she pressed.

Josh licked his lips, looked away for a second and then back at her.

"I love you."

She expected to be shocked, stunned by his declaration. Instead, it felt more like a eureka moment, like she had finally cracked a passcode she had been struggling with for eons, like the world had at last righted itself after an eternity of confusion.

"What took you so long?" she asked, emotion seeping through her tone.

"I don't know," he confessed, and when her brows furrowed, he elaborated. "I just know I can't do this no more. I'm fuckin' tired. I been feelin' this way for too long. You the only one that makes me feel like this."

"Like how?" she breathed. She wanted to hear it, wanted to know if his agony has been anything similar to hers for the past couple of months.

"Like I'm empty inside when I'm not with you. Even when I'm with someone else, I feel like I'm cheating on you," he went on, suddenly feeling free, unburdened. "I can't stop thinking about you, can't function...I don't just want sex, Malia. That's all good but I wanna be your man. For real this time. I want you."

There it was again, that intensity in his eyes that never failed to steal what was left of her breath. If this was a dream, she did not want to wake up. "I love you too. I wanna be with you. Let's not break up ever again. I don't like not being around you," she admitted.

"Same here," he said, covering her mouth with his. This kiss was so passionate, so deep and all-consuming, that she struggled to hang on to her sanity. She groaned against his mouth as he found his way back inside her with a couple of swift, seamless strokes. Her wetness instantly enveloped him again, prompting his hips to roll seemingly on their own accord. Malia wound her arms around him, holding him as close to her as possible. There was no more talk after that, letting their bodies do the talking, writhing together as if they were meant to exist that way.

"Wrap your legs around me, baby," he told her.

Immediately, she wound them around his waist with her ankles locked tight behind his lower back as he rocked into her. She moved with him, matching his tempo in a sweet symphony. There was no space between their flesh; and whatever tiny space remained was closed off with delicious, decadent kisses with lots of tongue. They savored every second in each other, every gasp and moan they elicited from the other. Her wetness compromised the friction between them as his dick slipped in and out of her with ease that still kept her walls snug and taut around him.

"God, you feel so good, baby," she moaned in his ear, weaving her fingers through his soft hair, anchoring him to her as though fearful that he would slip away at any given moment.

"I can feel you dripping all over my dick. You make me wanna pound this good pussy," he mumbled against her neck, his tongue swiping over her heated skin.

"Then pound it," she murmured, spearing him with a hot, hungry look when their eyes met. "Pound my pussy, Daddy, I need it," she practically begged, her voice a pleading whine.

"Bet." Caressing her thighs for a few seconds, he then propped her legs on each of his broad shoulders. Her gaze met the ceiling, clouded over with lust as he hunched over her, working his big dick in her. All she could see within the bluish hue of the small room was his larger, muscular body looming over her, like a glowing, almost nightclub-like dreamscape. His chest tattoos were a beautiful mural that she couldn't stop herself from worshiping, and she leaned up to drag her tongue along his nipple, flicking the hard bud playfully as she caressed his triceps. She was rewarded with harder snaps of his hips, his balls mashing against her ass from how deep he was digging. Every time she tried to look at it, she would grow weak from the sensitivity and fall back against the bed.

"Fuck, Joshua..."

"Mmhmm, I know it feel good. Your tight little pussy is creaming for me," he rasped. Holding her down to the bed, he circled his hips while buried in her for good measure, making her pussy greedily grip the entirety of his girthy length and wringing moans of pleasure from both of them. Dipping her hand down between her thighs, she rubbed on her clit only for her eyes to roll back as an intense fire lit inside her like a firework. Then, clearly intending to destory her, he sat back on his knees and wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding them to his chest as he thrust faster and harder.

"Oh my god," Malia sighed, planting one hand up against the headboard to steady herself. She could feel her breasts bouncing recklessly with each stroke, felt his long fingers grab one and massage it in his hands, then the other, arousing her even more. His dick pulsed inside her as she tightened around him with increasing frequency. She willingly let him take her as he wanted, because she wanted to feel all of him, savor the sight of him breaking down and plunging headfirst into that secret place of pleasure that belonged to them and them alone.

The tricky part was Josh wanted to take her there first. He switched up again by pinning her knees into the pillow on either side of her head, opening her wide. He fucked her like a man possessed, the force of his movements knocking the bed hard and repeatedly against the wall. His hard, pounding thrusts had her pushing her face into the pillow and screaming into it. They hoped the room was soundproof. Either way, he didn't stop, not until the coil inside her body unraveled, and Malia screamed again as she came, hard and hot, her orgasm flushing through her like a tidal wave. It was the sweetest, the realest, the product of the joining of not just their bodies, but something deeper, too.

Josh must have been thinking the same thing, because when he stopped to stare her down again with those beautiful eyes of his, they glittered with warmth and affection. They gazed at each other, the stunned joy of their shared feelings morphing into something richer, something fiercer. He really did love her, she could see it right there on his face. She didn't quite know how she managed to miss it before.

The air between them thickened as they remembered they were still naked and entwined. Reverting back to their primal, passionate state, Josh moved again, thrusting all up in her dripping tightness. Malia gripped his hips to pull him deeper, her fingers digging into the flesh of his ass as he pounded into her with newfound ruthlessness. The mattress squeaked underneath them, mixing with their moans and whimpers and the wet slapping sounds of their bodies. He was close; his strokes became increasingly erratic, his grunts heavier and more vocal, his cock pulsing inside her pussy and his balls tightening.

"Fuuuck, I'm comin' baby, come catch this nut," he pulled out of her and quickly straddled her torso, stroking his dick in her face. Malia opened her mouth wide and poked out her tongue, watching his gorgeous face twist in painful pleasure as he unloaded in her mouth, thick spurts of his salty sweet cum flooding her tongue. Completely turned on, she rubbed herself with one hand and grabbed his dick with the other, stroking him harder to milk him to the last drop. His deep, throaty groan broke her all over again, plummeting her into another incredible orgasm, brought on by the sheer power of his.

Josh's chest heaved as he watched her slap his dick on her open tongue, coated white with his release. He then ordered in a husky voice, "Swallow it."

Malia obeyed heartily, slipping his cum down her throat then gently sucked him off for a couple of seconds, moaning softly from the unique taste of him mixed with her. Josh fought off the urge to nudge his dick deeper into her mouth and pulled away to lie down next to her. The realization of what had just happened must have hit both of them at the same time, because with one glance at each other, they burst out laughing.

"Damn," was all she had the energy to utter, allowing him to pull her against him as their joint laughter rumbled between them. He fucked the shit out of her. She felt like a brand new woman, even now, as he ran his hands all over her body, gifting her with a breathless kiss to her succulent lips. "I guess Lina's plan worked," she giggled, snuggling against him.

"Yeah," Josh agreed, his features suddenly serious as he carefully tucked a loose piece of her hair back underneath her scarf. "I ain't like how you be pushin' me away, Malia," he grumbled, "Don't be scared of us and what we got."

Not for the first time, she wished she'd been brave enough to express her true feelings. "It's not you I'm scared of... I'm scared of us falling apart if we become serious, and I don't wanna live without you," she confessed.

Josh chuckled and pressed his mouth to each of her palms. "You already can't," he smirked.

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly and smacked his arm. "You don't gotta agree."

"It's the truth though. But like I said, I love you and I'm not going anywhere. I mean that," he promised.

Hearing those three words from him again made her feel all giddy inside. "I love you, too," she whispered, smiling softly against his lips when he dropped a tender kiss to hers.

"How long's it been since we last fucked?" he inquired.

Two months and three weeks, but who was counting? "Couple of months," she answered, keeping it cool.

"Shame on us. I think we can make up for it, right?"

Malia raised an eyebrow when he started to crawl down her body, sprinkling butterfly kisses down her belly until his head was between her legs. Her body flushed with need. "You know we need to go to bed, right?" she questioned, her fingers sneaking into his hair despite her half-hearted protest.

"I know. But this pretty pussy is callin' my name." He winked at her and bit gently on her inner thigh, dangerously close to her throbbing treasure, soothing the skin with a wet lick. Her keening moan was all he needed to hear. "Now lay your sexy ass back and let Daddy eat."

And with that, he bent his head and spread his mouth over her, wiping every rational thought she owned with mind blowing pleasure.

THE END

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lura-valentine · 25 days ago

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Short Fanfiction

What-if-Szenario

OC Kaji Black ➡️Click here for more information⬅️

Why?

I'm usually a headcanon writer who adapts her fanfictions to the original. It is so... Through my OC and my work, I came up with the idea that Dabi could pick up his son from kindergarten.

Unfortunately, this doesn't work so well as a Dabi, as it would only end in chaos. That's why I decided to use the Pro Hero version of Dabi as an exception and that's how this fanfiction came about.

Around Christmas there will be another Pro Hero fanfiction by Dabi, but this will be a longer fanfiction and not a short fanfiction.

Please note that English is not my first language. So forgive me for mistakes.

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Dad is a Hero!

The sun was high in the sky when Touya landed in front of the kindergarten in his white hero uniform. With a loud hiss, he extinguished the last flames that had gently carried him. The distinctive blue accents of his uniform shone in the light, while his energetic gait and the unmistakable aura of a professional hero immediately made him the center of attention.

Some parents who were picking up their children stopped and stared at him in disbelief. A murmur went through the small crowd.

“Isn’t that…?” a woman whispered.

“Blue Blaze!” a man added excitedly.

“The son of Endeavor!” exclaimed another parent with a hint of awe.

Even the teachers stopped in mid-movement. One of them, who was calling a group of children together, forgot her words and stared at Touya with her mouth open.

“Mommy, is this a real hero?” asked a little boy holding his mother’s hand.

“Yes, that’s Blue Blaze,” whispered the mother, almost reverently.

Touya noticed the looks, but ignored them as confidently as ever. He brushed a strand of white hair from his face and opened the door to the kindergarten. His demeanor was as confident as ever, but the tiny bead of sweat on his temple revealed that he felt a little out of place - he was less comfortable with public appearances of this kind than fighting villains.

Inside Kaji's group's room, children were laughing loudly. The small chairs and tables were arranged in a messy manner and the children were playing wildly with each other.

“Kaji!” Touya shouted in a deep voice that immediately silenced the room.

The children turned around at the same time, their eyes widening. Some of them dropped their toys while others stared at him with their mouths open.

“That’s… that’s…” stammered a boy with wide eyes.

“Blue Blaze!” a girl exclaimed excitedly, pointing her finger at him.

Kaji, who was playing with building blocks, raised his head. His turquoise eyes sparkled as he recognized his father, and a broad smile spread across his face.

“Daddy!” Kaji shouted and stormed towards him.

Touya knelt down, spread his arms wide, and embraced his son, who leapt into his arms. "Hey, little Blue! Have you been good today?"

Kaji nodded eagerly. "I didn't freeze anyone, Dad! But why are you here? Mom usually picks me up."

"I finished early today and thought I'd do the job," Touya said, ruffling his hair. "Besides, I wanted to see how you were doing here."

The teacher stepped forward uncertainly, her voice shaking slightly. "Uh... Mr. Blue Blaze... I mean, Mr. Todoroki... it's really a surprise to see you here."

"Mr. Todoroki is enough," he said with a charming smile that visibly threw her off balance. "Thank you for taking such good care of Kaji."

The other children had now come closer. A brave boy stepped forward and looked Touya up and down. "Are you really Blue Blaze?"

"Sure," Touya replied casually, letting a tiny blue flame light up in his hand before extinguishing it again.

The children squealed with excitement. Some clapped their hands, others ran back to their parents to tell them about this incredible event.

“Kaji told the truth!” a girl exclaimed excitedly. “His dad really is a hero!”

"I told you so!" Kaji put his hands on his hips and grinned proudly. "My dad is the best hero ever!"

"But why are you only number two?" asked a boy skeptically. "Why aren't you number one like Endeavor?"

Touya laughed softly and raised an eyebrow. "I wonder that sometimes too, little man. But being number two is enough for me. It means that I'm still better than everyone else - except my old man."

The children laughed and Touya stood up, lifting Kaji into his arms. "Well, little Blue, are you ready to go home?"

"Yes!" Kaji exclaimed enthusiastically. "Can you let me fly this time, Dad? Please!"

“Let’s see,” said Touya with a grin as he left the room with his son, followed by the admiring glances of the children, parents and teachers.

Outside, as they walked through the crowd, Touya heard the parents whispering. "No wonder Kaji is so special. With a father like Blue Blaze..."

Touya shook his head inwardly, but said nothing. For him, Kaji was special not because he was his son, but because he was simply Kaji - lively, brave and full of life.

“Dad?” asked Kaji as they walked toward the exit.

„Hm?“

“Can you pick me up again tomorrow?”

Touya laughed and hugged him. "We'll see, little Blue. We'll see."

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cyanide-latte · 21 days ago

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Hihi!!! Tis the season to ask holiday themed asks!! Assuming the world of TWST celebrates winter holidays, do your OCs celebrate any holidays? If so, what are some things they like to do?

Thank you for including me in this idea, fam!

Admittedly this took a bit of consideration and it's still somewhat haphazard, so I apologize for that, please bear with!

Copper Benoit- While we touched on this very briefly in DMs, I don't mind expanding on it here! Copper doesn't recall celebrating winter holidays in the orphanage prior to Mr. Stone kidnapping him at age 6 or 7; he's sure the caretakers at the orphanage probably did do something for the kids, but it's been so long ago and his trauma so severe he doesn't really remember much about his time at the orphanage, let alone if they celebrated much of anything. And during the slightly-over-a-decade he's kept by Mr. Stone, nothing was celebrated, not really. So Copper's first exposure to winter holiday celebrations really begins when he starts his student career at Night Raven College! He wants to learn and respect as many celebrations of all sorts that he can (and as appropriately as possible,) so he's just happy to be a part of things and learn what these celebrations are and the significance they hold! Difficult to say what exactly that will lead to as he grows older, but he's got time to figure that out!

Wei Renqiao- Ren's family celebrates the Lunar New Year very faithfully, and when he comes to NRC, he makes certain to continue observing those traditions and celebrates in small ways before going back home to Bàoyìng for winter break. He especially loves when Ortho takes a more vested, hands-on interest in learning more about their celebrations, and goes out of his way to include him and anyone else who's curious in his festivities, even if they're much quieter in Ignihyde Dorm than they are back home!

Chrysanthos Shroud- Ahhh, here's where we get to my headcanon that the Shrouds observe a TWST version of Saturnalia; you'll have to forgive me, it's been years since I practiced observing it in high school and I'm still re-learning a lot of what I forgot, but that celebration and feast holds a special place in my heart. Even with working on re-educating myself, I do headcanon the Shrouds observe it, and it wasn't much more than a passing acknowledgement of notations on a calendar until Ilias married Kallisto. Kallisto insists on the Saturnalia season being warm and good-spirited and makes it a point to bring that together for her husband and her in-laws, so of course Chrys grew up with a very positive winter holiday celebration. His aunt and uncle and of course Ortho will also happily observe with him, though Idia has to be coaxed. Chrys loves the energy of Saturnalia and the vibes, and he brings it with him; eventually when he and Wei Xinyi start dating, the two decide to learn each other's celebrations and holiday observations, and eventually celebrate both when they get married!

The Anatoles- I do think they celebrate some sort of Yuletide holiday. The siblings are brought home during the holiday break and spend some time doing a lot of winter activities and holiday shopping and dining out, both with their great-grandmother, and with their stepfather's old jazz buddies. Their staff is offered the holiday off with double pay, but are also invited to meals at the home with them. Marianne especially wants people to eat the desserts she works hard to make, Bertrand will happily play holiday music on the piano, and Toussaint is generally pretty sleepy and calm compared to his usual energy (though still jovial as ever.) The siblings will often do their best to drag Rollo into their celebrations, despite his protests.

And last but most certainly not least, bonus surprise

The Pondicliffs- Felix and Aurelian always come home from Royal Sword Academy for Yuletide during the winter break. It's a little crowded with their sizeable family with so many dalmatian beastfolk kids, but they're pretty happy. The family tends to stay indoors most days for the break, with Felix and Aurelian often building snowmen, making snow forts and having snowball fights, or sledding downhill with their siblings, while the parents do a lot of cooking for several days. They all help with decorating their house, and spend a lot of time playing board games in the evening, having festive treats, watching holiday films, and then over the course of three days, they exchange gifts with one another! Felix loves the holidays, Aurelian's at that grumpy teen stage of hating the holidays just 'cause.

Thanks again for sending this ask! Also, would love to see more peeps and mutuals share their thoughts for their OCs and winter holidays too!

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k9emote · 7 months ago

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Hey there K9 :) Just wanted to share this since you said the ones who were wronged and wanted to talk to you and explain their side of the story could I'm just here sharing my friends message that's all/lh

Hey K9. This is Prox. I want to keep my own blog free from asks and such, so I’m having a friend post this in my honor. Please read it all the way through. It’s my side of the story regarding your recent apology post.

Hi,

I hear you, Proxy.

I'm sorry for misunderstanding some of what you did.

I still think, in any context, having OC's with number names is not okay. My opinion won't change on that but to each their own. Those are my boundaries and I've spoken enough about it already.

Thank you for apologizing about how you spoke to me. We were both tired, and both were nasty towards each other. stuff happens, and I forgive you.

I'm glad you've been educated about proshippers, and thank you for apologizing about the demonization of dog breeds. I hope you're able to grow from your fear of them and experience just how sweet they can be.

As far as I can remember, we NEVER said "I hope proxy kills themselves" or ANYTHINGGG like that because that's disgusting and I'd fucking never. If me or my mods said anything like that, I am so so sorry. I'm pretty sure the closest thing I might've said about that is "if you ignore victims kys" which is pretty broad but I understand can look like it's targeted at you and I am so sorry. I hope you are safe, genuinely.

I have used harmful coping mechanisms in the past, I admit. And I am working daily on fixing those. I've been doing a lot bettet as of recent.

Thank you for reaching out respectfully.

I hope you are well, and I hope that anyone who decides to harass you or ANYONE blocks me and dies in a hole.

oh and one note I forgot to add - that person who was complaining to us has since been banned for using autism as an excuse to use numbers to organize their simply plural. (they couldn't reclaim number names, and number organization is very much ramcoa related. ) and refused every other option we gave them. (lettering, just naming it "unknown name", etc.) It very much came across as valuing their comfort over victims voices, and we reacted very angrily. You can see the entire conversation here.

we have since apologized for speaking angrily, and have bettered ourselves in that department. We and our staff have grown, and the public ban channel is no longer active as I've stated in previous posts.

Edit: they have since fixed this and educated themselves.

#k9boundaries #k9response #I hope you're doing well

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arkivsantorina · 2 years ago

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When the Dragon Howls (2)

When the Dragon Howls Chapter Two

Characters - Cregan Stark x OC (Maera Velaryon), Aegon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen

Summary - Maera Velaryon feels consumed by the obsessive clutches of her uncles. A wolf from Winterfell could potentially be the one strong enough to confront the dragons.

Word Count - 997 words

Warnings - Typical Targaryen relationships. Aemond and Aegon are kinda creepy (Sorry. The boys have no example of a healthy relationship in his life.)

A/N - Thank you so much for the support on the last two parts. Please let me know if you want me to start a taglist for this. The third chapter will be posted right after this. I made the chapter too long for Tumblr to let me post.

Previous Part Next Part

It was the evening after her family’s arrival that found Maera Velaryon being dressed for dinner. As her ladies put the finishing touches on her attire for the evening, a knock permeated through Maera’s chambers. Maera rose to open the door to the hall and was surprised to see Prince Aemond at her door. “Uncle. I was not expecting you to escort me to dinner.” Maera says as she looks down the corridor to check if anyone else is there to see Aemond at her door. Meanwhile, Aemond is barely paying attention to Maera’s words as he looks her up and down. “I was preoccupied with training when you arrived. I would be remiss if I did not show my dear niece a true welcome. Leaving you unattended when you look as beautiful as you do right now would be an affront to the Seven.” Aemond practically purrs to Maera. Something about his gaze has always made Maera feel as if he can see straight through her to the deepest recess of her soul. The scar across his eye and the eyepatch only add to Aemond’s intensity. Maera can not look at it without being reminded of the actions of her brothers; actions which Maera feels as if Aemond wants to make her pay for, yet she is unable to decipher how exactly she can. Feeling trapped by propriety and unable to find a convincing enough excuse to deny his escort, Maera takes Aemond’s arm and they begin their walk toward the dining hall. The silence was awkward as Maera searched her brain for safe topics to discuss with her uncle. She didn’t have to think for long before Aemond spoke again. “Have you been receiving my letters? Your responses are few and far between. Sometimes I feel as if there are forces conspiring to keep you from me.” Maera keeps her eyes forward when she replies to Aemond, not wanting him to see the guilt. “I have been receiving your letters. They have helped me in my search for a husband.” Maera briefly feels Aemond’s hand tighten around her arm. She tries to steer the conversation to a different topic. “I have actually been delayed in replying to your letters due to the books which you have gifted me. They are very interesting. Learning about the land and culture of our ancestors has me so enraptured that I fear I forgot to write my thanks. I hope that you will find it in your heart to forgive me, Aemond.” Maera’s uncle lets a smirk crawl across his face. “I’m sure I can find some way for you to earn your forgiveness, dear niece. After all, how can I be angry when you are the only one of our family who can appreciate the writings of Old Valyria.” Their conversation ends and the rest of the way to the dining hall is once again filled with an uncomfortable silence for Maera. She can feel Aemond’s stare burning a hole into the side of her head but she does not want to address it. The dagger which Daemon gifted her rests comfortably in a holster hidden by the skirts of her dress. Maera does not believe she would have to use it nor does she want another knife to be drawn against Aemond by one of Rhaenyra’s children for a second time but the look her uncle is giving her is unnerving. The duo arrives at the doors to the dining hall and are announced by the guards there. They are the last of their family to arrive. Maera is met by questioning looks from her brothers due to her escort for that evening. She can only send them an apologetic glance and try to silently convey that she had no choice in the matter. Aemond leads her to her seat, pulling out the chair for her as any noble-born man would do. He leans down to whisper in her ear as she sits down. “My dear niece, I hope to have another opportunity to keep you by my side throughout your visit.”

The dinner was relatively uneventful for the first half. Aemond seemed not to want to speak much in the presence of their family, opting instead to watch everyone else. Maera is able to enjoy her meal and speak with Helaena who is sitting on the other side of her. As the family is enjoying the end of their meal, Maera feels a hand rest on her leg. She does not say anything to Aemond at the risk of drawing attention to her situation, hoping instead that shifting her leg would force him to remove his hand. It does not. Aemond squeezes Maera’s knee as if in a warning. Startled by this action, Maera quickly turns to Helaena and tries to appear calm. “H…Helaena. Shall we share a dance like we did as children?” Maera asks as she reaches out her hand in a silent plea of acceptance. The gods are looking out for Maera in this instance because Helaena accepts the invitation to dance with glee. The action seems to catch everyone's attention and King Viserys comments on the scene in front of him. “Ah. This brings back memories of my earlier reign. Rhaenyra and Alicent were often seen together in a similar position. I hope that their friendship is born again as such it is between my daughter and granddaughter.” He does not notice that virtually everyone at the table has varying expressions of doubt and disbelief on their face. Rhaenyra forces a smile. “Yes. I’m sure it is a possibility.” Maera thanks the gods for the obtuseness of her grandfather’s opinion of familiar relationships. The dance with Helaena ends and Maera is able to slip out of the hall. She returns to her chamber escorted by a personal guard rather than Aemond. Maera dresses for bed and falls asleep with the wish that her next day will be less tension-filled.

#cregan stark fanfic #cregan stark imagine #cregan stark #house of the dragon #hotd fanfic #hotd imagine #hotd oc #cregan x reader #aemond targaryen #aegon ii targaryen

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drchenquill · 5 months ago

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Favorite character Poll~

I felt @thecomfywriter 's threat and came to do this! (thank you for the tag, I literally forgot about it, please forgive my mistake~)

Rules: list all your main ocs and give brief descriptions of them. then, create a poll with their names and allow your followers to vote on who their favourite character is.

Okay, last time I did OCs from "Him and Me - Bound by Fate" so this time I'll go with OCs from "Daisy" and "The Memories of The Future".

(I'm bad at intros for characters, please bear with me)

OCs from "Daisy"

Daisy

Daisy is a young omega that fled from her Alpha, because he wanted to tie her to him by force. She is easily scared and doesn't know much of the world because her mother kept her locked in for most of her life because she wanted to keep her safe, knowing their alpha's nature.

She lost the connection to her wolf side due to being forbidden to change form and ignoring that side her entire life long (Again, her mother tried to protect her like that). Because of that she feels like a failure. She is very shy and doesn't trust easily.

Fun fact: she mostly walks barefoot, liking to feel the grass under her feet.

Izrail

Izrail is a lone alpha that found Daisy in the night of her escape. He brought her to her now pack. He feels drawn to her innocence and will step out of his comfort zone, just to prove to her that he is trustworthy.

He lived alone for at least a decade and has lost touch with other people. He prefers solitude and trusts his instincts a lot, believing they are mostly right, that's why he sometimes does seemingly irrational things, like kidnapping her just because he felt her distress. He is grumpy and doesn't like interactions that much. (unless it's with Daisy)

Fun Fact: he has heterochromia. The right eye is dark brown and the left one is ice blue.

OCs from "The Memories of The Future"

Sophie

She is a sixteen year old girl that lives with her aunt in a little town in the middle of nowhere. She is very energetic with a heart of gold. Sadly, she tends to be very forgetful. She is very ditzy but gives her best in everything. She sees the good in everyone which isn't always a good thing.

She has visions from time to time but believes that those are just very vivid dreams, not knowing she has supernatural precognition.

Fun Fact: the house is filled with sticky notes that she wrote to not forget things.

Azul

Azul is a street performer and/or circus performer (depends on who's the one asking him) with the ability to shapeshift. He never takes anything (or anyone) serious and always has a sarcastic tone. He is an asshole with repressed trauma from being exploited by his own father, forcing him to use his abilities to earn money. He despises his mother for not stepping in for him, making him lose his trust in people.

Due to some problem he caused in his world, he is forced to keep an eye on Sophie because she is the last of her kind. He is there since chapter one, but has taken the form of Sophies aunt.

Fun Fact: I have no idea how old he is, because he refuses to tell me

Tagging with no pressure @theink-stainedfolk , @finickyfelix , @topazadine , @the-letterbox-archives , and open tag~

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lizard12323 · 11 months ago

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Welcome to the basement my blog!!

Dni: Anyone hateful for no actual reason. (homophobia, racism, aphobia, ect) (Even if its for fun, being seriously toxic and hateful is not good for you or anyone else!) I am not quite comfortable with drama either (Vivz*epop stuff for example)

Hello! I'm Lizard but feel free to call me Icewolf, Feathery, Key or Gremlin.

I love horror, AUs, Headcanons, OCs and general original stuff.! In fact most of my stuff has some kind of horror. I'm not a fan of smut and ect. Would rather something more fun. I love giving my OCs and AU versions of fictional characters tons of trauma that sometimes might be beyond comprehension.

Anyway for more info message me either on here or on Discord (lizardthing_092 :3) You def don't need to get me to trust you first though. But if you plan to DM me once (for help or anything that doesn't involve talking to me a lot) please don't be inappropriate, I am lesbian asexual and have boundaries I can forgive for crossing but will not result in anything good. (even if its a joke, please don't make me a part of it)

Questions you may ask under cut (Feel free to ask me more, or just ask me in DMs to add a question here and I will answer. If I don't answer then consider it too personal or that I just forgot.)

Why is the option to ask as anon off?

I very much don't want to be sent death threats over something I forgot a long time ago. This is related to a thing that happened earlier this year and so far other people who were involved forgot aswell. It's turned back on now, I will turn it off when I feel uncomfy.

More detailed dni list?

Most likely no. It's really just stuff like homophobia and transphobia and [Instert a defender of an actually bad person] stuff. Zoo's and pedo's are in the dni list aswell.

Why isn't your new pinned post as detailed as the first one?

Fuck around and find out, or just befriend me to know more stuff about me. Though nothing to personal.

Are you human?

No comment. Though most stuff on my blog are some form of memories I am still trying to make clearer. Some of the info there is either not clear enough or someone else's.

Will any of the people you mentioned (Lizard/You, Hive and ???) appear again?

Probably, but this time it'll be in the form of OCs! I have a new thing going on with harpies and dragons (a thing I've been thinking of lately) and there is Number_92 aka Keeper. The story is yet to be developed as in order for me to picture it I need the memory tapes, or simply memories in any form. Not anyone's memories, my lost memories of what I was once. I promise I will give you a reward or something idk fdjkhdfsjkh.

What do you mean by memories?

No comment.

#some lizard #pinned post #if you have images of my old pinned post then I'm begging you to delete them. I feel ashamed of it lmao #2.1 versssss

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nella16 · 6 months ago

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His Partner In Eternity | Collector x OC

Ch20: Young Sinner

Her steps was the only relaxing sound around, if only she could ignore the screams outside

The blue light in her trembling hand, clearing the seemingly endless road

When Chalent looked at her right, leafless trees, trees stained by the children's blood ... the blood of her misdeeds

Apparently, this has to be Estoile's doing, after he trapped her into a puppet, burying her mind at the very last place she wants to remember

Sighing heavily, even when her so-called father isn't around, no matter how overwhelmed she can be, she got the tendency to stay calm, to keep every part of her being unseen from anyone

Her gaze slowly drifted towards the dead, Titan babies, her eyes mirroring the confliction inside her, torn between the guilt, hearing the babies' screams, pure fear in their faces, pleading, either her, or their parents to safe them, and the thought of being forced, that she used to comfort herself ...

Although spending so many sleepless nights, always ended by crying herself to sleep

Her expression was calm, nearly cold, if it wasn't for the repeated tiredness

" Please ... " before leaving the sight, she declared, hesitation filled her to show them, or more likely, show their corpses, her achiness " if you love yourselves, don't forgive me ... "

As soon as she finished, she ran straight up forward, continuing the endless road

" Stop ... "

Her tears slightly fell

" I SAID STOP! " she yelled at herself

That Estoile ... he apparently took a lot of peeks of her mind ... he can see her, right? and even entering her " dream ", and do what he pleases ... dang it

" I'm not hurting you, dear .. " his enchanting voice echoed, despite its fascination ... she knew very well that listening to him is no different than tasting a poisonous honey

The Titan ... was also afraid, whenever that old of a star appeared ...

Chalent looked up, her eyes widened, seeing big-sized Estoile, sitting at the dead grass, calmly staring at her with a smile

She only stared back at him with a glare, it's not the first, or the last time, she would face anything risky, despite her immortality as a comfort source in her brain, she knew if he tried to act out ..

He'll obviously make sure her fate is worse than death

She stood there, her eyes locked with his, " where's he? " she asked as steadily as possible

Estoile chuckled softly as he smiled, his serene expression gives her no comfort " oh, Titan, I dare to see your very question is unneeded " his eyes began to glow, as they slowly turned to emptiness " Collector only needs rest, so do you "

With a baleful smile, Chalent raised her eyebrow " for what reason he would- "

" Hellfire " the blue light faded from her hand, at it fell to her side, Estoile's smile widened, sensing the agony remaining as her expression twisted, exposing her fear ....

" Really .. kidoo " Estoile crossed his arms, disappointment tinged his tone " for what reason he would want someone who's threatening to burn him? to erase him? "

With all of her strength, she pulled herself to the other way, " I did ... " she murmured to her self, her trembling jaw imprisoning her thoughts just with her body as it froze up

" No ... NONONONONO! " she screamed in her mind as she sensed Estoile's presence getting closer

Chalent ... she, she lived her centuries thinking she can get over anything, erase, or more likely reduce the very existence of any being around ... what a curse

Appearantly, the spent time under the ground was awfully peaceful that she forgot how it felt to be scared

" Listen, child .. " a hand, or rather to be, a claw, was pressed against her back, a shiver betrayed to appear, no limb dared to move, even if she wanted to

As if sensing her thoughts, Estoile chuckled, a chuckle that she couldn't tell if it was out of pleasurable sympathy, or the usual, hidden insulation

The chuckle quickly was replaced by a sigh, " Why would Collector love you? " Chalent looked down, trying to avoid the fresh wave of guilt " please, let me understand .. "

She hissed in pain, as he grabbed her forcefully by the hair, making her look up

And as she did, her eyes widened in horror, as she found herself at that cave

Estoile let go of her hair, surprisingly, she could move again

After a little stumbling, she stepped closer to what she saw

A miserable, little, Titan Chalent, her red furry slightly moving due the trembling

" Like fire ... " she murmured to herself, her expression twisted to regretfulness

" Ashamed, aren't you? " Estoile spoke, stepping next to her, his smile was no longer existing, his blank, glowing eyes narrowed as the flames circled around itself, to create a figure, excatly like Collector

The figure was dancing in joy, Chalent gulped, her eyes couldn't leave the dancing star's charming moves

" Dear, I know we're not at best terms with each other " Estoile turned to her calmly, trying to reason with her as he give her his hand " but I do want to end this peacefully, I'll make sure your mind is no longer burdened "

She turned to him silently, looking at the hand then at Estoile, then at her Titan self, who stared at her with tearful depression

She turned to Estoile " where's Collector? " she asked calmly, he smiled reassuringly " he's fine, I assure you, he just needs some rest, from all this mess ... "

Chalent sighed, putting her arm behind " I just ... didn't know what was that feeling " her blue eye glew " blood was the only thing to feel at that time, maybe I shouldn't have tell him when I saw him " she extended her hand ...

Just for the very first touch of hers, to reduce his arm as she grabbed it firmly

On the other side, Estoile fell to his knees, trembling as he held his arm

" Estoile! what's going on?! " Lunar asked, the twins came down to their brother confused, his eyes wide as it glew

" The cage ... " he murmured, he quickly turned around

Yuppers! she's gone!

#collector the owl house #collector toh #oc #the owl house #toh #toh collector #the owl house the archivists #toh oc x canon #toh ocs

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starsabovee · 18 days ago

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HIIII!!! FOR OTHERS READING THIS, ISAT SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT…

Yes, Colette, Lucien and Léonce are ocs!! Colette and Lucien belong to my friend Sarc and Léonce belongs to @deadinsidecreatures !! I can’t remember what chapter they’re introduced but (i think it’s 4?). I adore them all sm…

AND!! Yes i did say he’s a sheep and not a shepherd! He really is though in this au… im so sorry Siffrin but you’d rather follow than lead - it’s what you’ve spent essentially your entire life doing.

Oh absolutely. *slaps Siffrin upside the head in an unnecessarily violent manner* this bad boy feels ashamed about everything!!

YES!!!!! It is one of his last connections to his home, he’d actually never be able to forgive himself if they ever got rid of their wings. actually…hm…speaking of that… *starts sweating* ur gonna kill me for what happens in one of the chapters of OTC…

REAL!!! I am horrifyingly dependent on the people around me and it freaks me out!! So is Siffrin /silly /j!! But also not really he survived on his own for… *counts on fingers* 7 years…? That’ll make sense eventually as you read OTC!!

He does!! Just during the loops they totally fucking forgot about it because that’s how Siffrin is 😭 it’s okay Sif, we love you despite your forgetfulness…

OKAY YOU WONDERING IF LEONCE HELPED SIF PICK OUT THAT NAME IS SUPER FUNNY. Because he went by another name when he lived in Kaia (coastal city in Vaugarde i made up on the spot) with Léonce, Lucien and Colette!!

OH YOU. GRABS YOU. HOW DO YOU KNOW MY PLANS FOR SIFFRIN AND ISABEAU… WHY ARE YOU IN MY WALLS!!!!!1!1!1!1!1!1!1! /silly

Yeah I feel like the last name stuff would be like how Odile didn’t tell anyone that she actually had no research because it was “easier”. The party already thought he has no last name, so he just went with it rather than correcting them.

Ah, Mira, always the one who realizes it last… SJFJCKSKAK

Okay so, this took unnecessarily long to find but i had to look it up cuz i couldnt remember how to pronounce it, but google says the French pronounciation is a-veli-ne?? Unsure if that’s right, French people please correct me if this is wrong /silly. Also, another fact, it means hazelnut!! Dont google translate it it says something completely different LMAOO.

OC KNOWLEDGE!! Out of Léonce, Lucien and Colette, Léonce is the oldest, being somewhere in her 20s when she found Siffrin and is now somewhere in her 30s. Lucien and Colette are a few years behind her, and if we include Siffrin, out of the four he is the youngest, obviously. Léonce and Colette are Housemaidens in Kaia’s House of Change and Lucien is a florist! Their appearances aren’t described yet in the fics I think but I’ll let you in on something… Lucien has Islander descent… but is not directly from the Island… so they do not have wings!

Yes the King’s wings are very big due to how big he is!! And yes they are the same shade! “and they're the same shade as sif's??? are they?? related??” I hear you ask… and i say… read the end of chapter 2 of DEISY… and you shall see…

Islander wings are various patterns and shades, but children often get a mix of shades and patterns from their parents! Each Islander’s wings are unique in their own way!

EUPHRASIE DOES HAVE WINGS YES YES YES SHE IS AN ISLANDER IN THIS AU!! I LIVE FOR ISLANDER EUPHRASIE YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

Siffrin preens by using his hands to get loose feathers and dirt and such out, and getting the sheaths off of pin feathers so they can grow in. Sometimes he struggles to reach the back so he has to get help.

THEY DO MOLT YES!! SOMEONE FINALLY ASKED ME THIS OH MY GOD… YOURE MY SAVIOR… but, yes, Siffrin does molt and he gets very grumpy when it happens… not only grumpy, they also hate it when people touch their wings when they’re molting and he gets irritable and such, and tends to hide away in their tent if they’re traveling or in their room if they’re at an inn. He only comes out for food and such.

The party could get some of his feathers! You’re going to LOVE chapter 1 of DEISY.

Loop has wings, yes! They’re bat-like with starry stuff!

YOURE WELCOMEEEE!! HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

also if you want some voice headcanons… i hear all of the canon characters as the voices used in the jelloapocalypse/jelloplaysgames isat streams… i can’t unhear it so it’s how i hear them in this fic and all my other fics LMAOO

ALSO, for pronouns for the ocs! Léonce uses she/they, Lucien uses they/them and Colette uses she/her!

ALSO ALSO U MENTIONED DOING A SKETCH…….. ID LOVE OTC/DEISY FANART IM CRYING AT EVERYONE READING THIS RN PLS I RUN OFF OF PARTLY FANART, PEOPLE SHOWING INTEREST, AND PEOPLE MAKING WRITING OF MY AUS…

HELLO HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVE @moons-among-distant-stars I COMR WITH A PRESENT.

OTC/DEISY RAMBLING!

im not warning for spoilers because im too tired to do that LMAOO but im putting most of this under the read more

So i saw one of ur reblogs to my reblog of ur reblog (a lot of reblog there) and i was like. Im gonna ramble again!! Mostly ab Sif’s wings!! So ya!!

No, Siffrin does not like his wings. They view them as a burden, as he can’t use them to fly, glide, or anything, and for other reasons. One of those being the fact that it’s a connection to the King, as he has wings too. But, it’s also not just with the fact that they’re just there, no, it’s also appearance wise. Their wings have shades suspiciously close to the shades the King’s wings once were before he was frozen in time. I WONDER WHY!! bats my eyes at you aggressively

Siffrin has trust problems when it comes to his wings, too. He’s so ashamed of them that he doesn’t let anyone outside his family see them, and even then that’s iffy on some days. Only a select few can even touch their wings without asking, those people being Isabeau, Loop, Colette, Léonce and Lucien.

Due to this hatred for his wings, Siffrin hardly takes care of them on some days. The only reason he does on most days is because Odile told him to, and Siffrin’s a sheep most of the time, not a shepherd (ouch, sorry Siffrin… LMAO). And when they don’t want to, then Léonce and/or Loop help him with it.

Sure, Isabeau thinks Siffrin’s wings are very cute, and yeah, it helps a little, but it doesn’t fix Siffrin’s insecurity and loathing of them. Siffrin’s self-hatred runs very deep, but, if you want a good side, it doesn’t run so deep that Siffrin would consider getting rid of them. That’d be severing one of the last links he has to his home, and that’s the last thing they want to do.

A. TIME FOR FLUFF!! Grabs you by the shoulders. Since Siffrin has wings, that means that normal clothing… really wouldn’t work for him. Before the events of IBaS,iTaT!ISAT, Siffrin stuck with cutting wing holes into his shirts, but after the loops, Isabeau began helping Siffrin with that, so now, most of Siffrin’s shirts and such are made by Isabeau. Isabeau has offered to do the same for Loop but Loop very quickly denied it and said they’re fine and they don’t need anything when they can steal from Siffrin. Which… is true. They do that sometimes LMAO.

Im giving you more fluff to balance out the angst. I did some thinking a few days ago and decided THIS!!!: Siffrin washed up in Vaugarde at 16 and Léonce found him (already canon) - they very very likely legally adopted him (translation: she did) since he was a child at the time and yk that child needed a guardian, (and fuck, sometimes he still does have you SEEN the stuff he gets into sometimes?) and well, they stuck to her like glue. Léonce’s last name is Aveline, and by proxy, that became Siffrin’s last name. So, technically, Siffrin does have a last name, which is Aveline. I really need to write a scene where Léonce full-names Siffrin in a tone of an annoyed mom 💀 (“SIFFRIN AVELINE.” LMAOO)

Due to the loops, Siffrin totally forgot about this until he went to Kaia with the party. Then he remembered. He has yet to even bring it up with the rest of the group but Odile has pieced things together based on observations of how Léonce treats Siffrin god awfully like a child of her own… so has Isabeau… but the others remain unknowing LOL

OKAY END OF YAP. IF U HAVE ANY QUESTIONS SURROUNDING THIS AU PLS PLS PLS ASK ME I WANT TO YAP MORE.

#oh traveler come #despite everything its still you #isat king #isat siffrin #isat loop #isat bonnie #isat mirabelle #isat au #isat #isat isabeau #in stars and time au #in stars and time #isat ocs #ao3 writer #ao3 #writers on tumblr #isat odile #isat head housemaiden

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lilwritingraven · 4 years ago

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OC Tag Game

I was tagged by @unleashedart and so many others to complete this long ago and I just want to do it now. :)

Name: Audry Penelope Rook

Alias/nicknames: Auds, Dree

Gender: Female

Age: 24

Zodiac: Cancer

Abilities/Talents: Rock Climbing, Hiking, persuasion, sex, shooting, blowing stuff up, (thanks sharky), working on boats and helicopters (somewhat)

Alignment: Neutral Good

Religion: Confused

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages: English

Family: Mother, Father, Sharky, Hurk Jr., Adelaide, John, Joseph, Jacob, Faith, Unborn child

Friends: Staci? Nick Rye, Kim Rye, Jess Black (eventually), Joey Hudson, so many friends ocs lets see if I can name them all: Wes Beltran, Sawyer Banks, Isolde Khan, Elliot Honeysett, Arden (can't remember her last name), Ryan Erkhart, Cooper McCoy, Charlotte (??), Lorraine Dorsey, Jestiny (??), Cora Stammos

Sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship status: single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

Build: slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy

hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other

Eyes: brown / blue / gray / green / black / other

Skin: pale / fair / olive / tan / brown / dark / other

Height: 5'5

Scars: multiple cuts on her wrists, LUST on her lower back later in her canon

Features: Naturally highlighted hair, sweet smile, honey flecked brown eyes

dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword or bow || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future

Five songs that remind you of them:

Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi

Broken Home by 5 Seconds of Summer

Ghost of You by 5 Seconds of Summer

Die Alone by FINNEAS

Don't Wanna Be Your Girl by Wet

*Gif made for me by the beautiful, wonderful, kindhearted @consumedkings

#oc: audry rook #far cry 5 #fc5 ocs #tag games #if I forgot anyones ocs please forgive me #and let me know so I can update this!

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katacanons · 3 years ago

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hii i love a good love letter event. may i have a nsfw letter from kid to an old lover who has left to pursue their own thing? and could it be addressed to gloria pls! thank you!!

Hi Ares!!! thanks for the request. this is the first time I've ever written Kid but I hope you enjoy it. I had a lot of fun writing this! 💜

Kid x fem! OC character

WARNING: Kid and Gloria, a bounty hunter, are former lovers. They haven't seen each other in a while but Kid's curiosity gets the best of him when he sees her in the newspaper. Kid is a little bitter (and a lot jealous), some pining within

Canonverse, Minors and ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT⚠️

CW: NSFW. SMUT. Toxic relationship. Possessiveness. Marking. Unprotected sex. Degradation. humilation (?), name-calling, implied pet play, friends with benefits, open relationship, cursing, spanking, choking, so many other kinks, etc. Low-key stalking

Word count: 680

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Fox,

What is this I’ve been hearing you’re an actress now?

I was having a fine morning til I got the papers with your face right on the front page.

You may fool the World Government but I know those jewelry when I see them. I know because I made them

“Geneva: Aphrodite Reborn” Has a nice ring to it. Has bounty hunting finally bored you? You never did like commitment

But it sounds a little desperate even for you, don’t you think?

Huh. Way to make things interesting, Gloria

Do those guys you’re with know where those piercings came from? I wonder if they know that you think of me whenever they suck on them

Do they know how you cried like a baby when I pushed the metal through your plump skin?

How you cried and gagged when I pushed my cock deep in your warm, needy throat?

How you got goosebumps whenever I held your body in place at the workshop all naked?

How you sweetly suggested to wear a metal collar so I can choke you with it with my powers?

How you moaned whenever I ate your little hole out, always so fucking wet and tight and delicious for me? Do you miss my taste, fox? You always seemed too eager to please when it was just the two of us

How you begged me to fill you up nice and swell with my cum, not caring if it’s in your mouth or cunt so long as it’s inside?

How you’d greet me every night by being on all fours at the bed, chest down, ass up with nothing but that fucking thong

That stupid fucking thong you left as the only goodbye the day you disappeared

You were always a tease. Is this one of your games, Gloria?

I wonder if those men know how at the end of every session you’d be too fucked out to clean yourself, my cum marking every inch of your body

How we’d fuck for hours on end we’d lose track of time?

How you’d laugh as you bounced off my cock, lewd sounds coming out of your mouth and pussy, chasing your high. Clawing at my chest while your hot cunt convulsed around me… Dammit

I still have the scars to prove it

How your little mouth would suck at my fingers so damn hard just so the whole crew wouldn’t hear you scream my name outta sheer pleasure? Which I told you was useless when everyone could hear the bed knocking against the wall anyway

Don’t tell me you don’t miss being filled up until I can see that bulge on your stomach as I fucked you raw and rough that your legs gave out? I had to carry you to the tub a dozen times

How I took such good care of you afterwards?

We may have fought all too often for my liking but even you’d be lying if you said our sex life wasn’t fucking fantastic

It’s no use trying to make me jealous, I already know how much you want to see me. Why else would you fucking pull off this stunt?

Funny. You were always so cold at one point I even convinced myself you didn’t have a heart to begin with. But this is low even for you

By the looks of it, it seems like you forgot all our happy memories. Maybe I’ll forgive you if you can keep up with me

All I need is a day to track you down. Anyone who wants to get in my way can go to hell. I won’t believe anyone til I hear the truth from you. I just know you can’t lie to me, not when you’re too busy being too blissed out from pleasure underneath me. My good little “Aphrodite"

Let me be so kind to remind you again of our fun times. You can just thank me in person with your mouth

I wanna see if your perky little nipples still have those rings on ‘em

I’ll find you

Kid

#sweetthing♡#loveletter♡#eustass captain kid #eustass kid x reader #kid x reader #one piece kid #one piece eustass kid #one piece x reader #eustass kid smut #eustass captain kid smut #eustass captain kid x reader

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comm-caribou · 2 years ago

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Meeting the Parents (part two):

Part one Part three

Synopsis: part of my high school AU for my Star Wars OCs, where everyone is still alive and no one dies. Juliette’s parents learn their teenage daughter is hanging out some new friends versus the old ones they met/remember from elementary and middle school. With both parents going away for a business trip during a very important weekend, it’s time they meet Juliette’s new friend group… of 20+ teenage boys.

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The car pulled up to the curb, getting a few curious stares and gawking wide eyes.

Juliette sank in the leather seats, feeling her skin heat up as her peers watched the Mustang idle there. All wondering who was inside the expensive, eye popping red hull with black racing stripes.

“I could’ve walked…” she said quietly.

“Nonsense, ad’ika,” her father unlocked the doors. “It gives me five extra minutes with my favorite girl.”

“I thought mom was your favorite,” Juliette teased.

He held a finger to his lips, “don’t tell on me, or I’ll tell all your little boyfriends embarrassing stories.”

“Buir, no,” she kissed his cheek, “love you.”

“Love you too,” her father shifted gears. “Have a great day.”

She reluctantly opened the door, and slipped out as everyone stared at her. Some in disbelief, others like they forgot her family was rich.

Her father drove off, and she felt frozen as the whispering began. She wondered how much trouble she’d get in if she turned and ran.

An arm wrapped around her, pulling her out of her panic and planting a kiss on her temple.

“Hi, Angel,” Digger brushed his nose against her cheek, “you look beautiful.”

She smiled, and relaxed, “thank you, goofball.”

He gave her another kiss on the cheek, then walked her inside where the rest of his squad was hanging out by their lockers.

“Anyone seen Keks?” Juliette asked them, “I got a present for him.”

“Is it food?“ Hound snickered.

“Of course it’s food,” Juliette held up the container, “it’d be an insult to bring him anything else.”

“I want to know where he puts all that food,” Zombie leaned on the locker.

“Fast metabolism,” Keks popped up behind her, “did you really bring me pancakes?”

“Yes,” she held up the container.

“Vhat a voman,” Keks took the container, “seriously, such an icon.”

“We know,” Mutt laughed.

“That’s why we love her,” Hound grinned.

Digger rolled his eyes, smiling, “sorry, she’s taken.”

Calico faked a gag, “ew. Keep that disgusting love stuff private.”

Keks popped open the lid, “anyone vant a bite?”

Zombie raised his hand, “as long as I’m not getting bitten for taking your food.”

Digger punched the top of his locker, popping the door open. As always, she admired his satisfied smirk as he took out his textbook, and closed the door.

“Shall we?” He turned to her.

“We shall,” she smiled.

****

Fury: I messed up

Fury: please forgive me. I didn’t mean to.

When Juliette saw that pop up on her phone, she subtly slipped her cell under her science binder, grateful to be seated in the back of the class next to Hardwire and have Mirage and Shadow’s bulkier frames in the lab table in front.

Juliette: What’s wrong?

Fury: I was talking to Ace about tonight, and a couple of your gamer buddies joined in.

Fury: Grimm overheard

Juliette: Oh.

Juliette: Is he upset he’s not invited?

Fury: that’s where the mess up is…

Fury: I said he was invited and you just didn’t have his number

Fury: I’m so sorry! I panicked :(

Hardwire nudged her.

She covered her phone, pretending to pay attention as their teacher walked around, passing back quizzes from last week and droning on about their upcoming solar lab.

“…I will allow you to pick your groups of four. Due to safety concerns by your parents and guardians, this lab will be replacing our chemistry experiment using the burners.”

A couple guys snickered, stealing glances at Hardwire. It was enough to make him pull up his hood, and rest his head in his arms.

Poor Hardwire, she rubbed his back.

The teacher returned to the front of the room, and began writing on the whiteboard with a squeaky marker.

Juliette lifted her binder.

Fury: I’ll tell him I lied

Fury: I don’t want you uncomfortable

Fury: I’ll make sure he knows I screwed up. all the blame will be on only me

Juliette: He can come

Juliette: Grimm is my friend too

Juliette: Sort of…

Fury: yeah. that’s pretty much what everyone says :)

Fury: I’ll make it up to you

Fury: I promise

Juliette: *hearted Fury’s message*

She hid her phone again as the marker’s cap clicked on, then the next lesson began.

****

The final bell rang, and Juliette approached her locker that already had her favorite Fett leaning against it sucking on a lollipop and a strawberry one waiting just for her.

“Hi, Cos,” she began spinning the lock.

“Starlight,” he unwrapped the pop, “I have a question.”

“What’s up?” Juliette opened the metal door.

He held out the lollipop, “do the others know what they’re getting into?”

Juliette closed her mouth around the candy, “nope. I think only you, Fury, Hardwire, and Digger know I live in a mansion.”

“Fun,” Cosmos stole her magnetic mirror from the metal door, “so, meet up is still 5:00?”

“Yup,” she reorganized her textbooks, then smiled at the Polaroids hanging in her locker.

Cosmos traced his scar on his chin, “can I come early then? I can help set up, and also establish that I’m the alpha best friend and everyone else is just extra.”

Juliette snorted, “sure, Cos.”

Cosmos held up her mirror, want to check yourself before your boyfriend shows up?”

“Too late,” Digger hugged her from behind.

She giggled as he rested his chin on her head, “hi, Goofball.”

“Hi, Angel,” he kissed the top of her head, “the squad and I are doing a grocery run. Need anything for tonight?”

Juliette found his hand on her waist, and squeezed it, “just your dumb face.”

“Can do,” Digger hugged her tight, “later, Angel. Later, Cosmos.”

“See you, Digger,” Cosmos two finger saluted.

He disappeared off into the sea of high schoolers, and Juliette closed her locker sighing.

“Don’t say it,” Cosmos groaned.

“I miss him,” she pouted.

“And you say it anyways,” Cosmos took her hand, “come on, Starlight. Let’s prep for tonight.”

****

Stickler: Anyone need a ride to Juliette’s tonight?

Dabbler: I do!

Tag: Frenzy and I are going to walk

Tag: but thank you for asking

Baby: so wher does she live?

Radar: In a castle made our rainbows and gummy bears! xD

Frenzy: LOL RADAR!!!! XD

Tracks: *liked Radar’s message*

Goose: she lives in that big fancy mansion with the big gates and security system

Ace: she does?

Squirrel: ya dude

Squirrel: she’s rich

Sticker: Her parents are rich

Max: guys…

Radar: SEE! CASTLE!

Baby: damn…

Dabbler: I use to ride by that place all the time! She lives there?!?!

Max: guys!!!!

Squirrel: went there once for halloween

Squirrel: jumbo size candies

Frenzy: I LOVE THAT HOUSE!!!!

Goose: they always go all out for holidays! I like going by during Christmas

Goose: crazy to think she’s been living their the whole time!

Ace: my mind is blown!

Max: GUYS!!!!!

Cosmos: You all know she’s in this chat

Cosmos: Right?

Max: I tried to warn them :/

Dabbler: hi Juliette! your house is cool!

Juliette: :)

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truglori · 4 years ago

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Homebody (Ch. 15)

Summary: Amiyah is the younger sister of local drug dealer (Durkio). Shy and reserved she keeps to herself and stays out the way. But lately she began to find interest in his right hand man/ best friend (Erik Stevens). Wanting to get him to notice her she discovers that he already had her wrapped around his finger without even trying! There was only a few problems that kept her away from her fantasies , her brother that controlled almost every single breath she took and would kill anyone who looked at her that way and lastly Eriks girlfriend, Alexis , who they called the queen of the hood according to her lavish lifestyle as well as being with the next newest top boy in the making. While Alexis was his girl to the streets all Amiyah wanted to do was be his Homebody...

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thic OC

Warning: Language

Side note: I fell off big time I know so forgive me for that and this is a short chapter because I decided to make the next one long.

*Location: Providenciales, Turks and Caicos*

Walking into the lobby of the famous Palms Resorts, Amiyah looked around stunned at the beautiful interior. Greeted by the Turks and Caicos citizens and employees of the hotel she received a fresh alcoholic beverage from a silver tray. The colorful and cooling drink made her mouth water. Taking a sip she closed her eyes as she visited paradise.

“Welcome to The Palms Resort! Where we hope your stay is everything you’ve dreamed of.” The woman on the other side of the desk smiled acknowledging them.

Amiyah, Kelley, and Durk walked to the counter. All three with their complimentary drinks in one hand and pulling on to a weeks worth of luggage in the other. Their flight had landed over an hour ago and it took them a little less than half an hour to get to the place where they would be staying for the week.

“Thanks! I have a few rooms booked under the name of Derrick Lewis.” Durk smiled speaking to the clerk and pulling out his I.D.

She returned one back taking his card and went to her computer to type in his name. It took her less than a minute to see the reservations before handing over their room keys. Durk gave her a slight head nod thanking her and then turned towards Amiyah and Kelley who were standing next to each other with wide grins. It was nothing but pure excitement clouding over their faces.

“Alright listen up. I only got two rules. Don’t go breaking shit in the room and don’t go getting nothing out of the refrigerator or mini bar that they have in there. Not tryna have y’all running up my card.” Durk spoke calmly pointing the room key in their faces.

Kelley kissed her teeth. “Durk she is grown and it’s her birthday tomorrow. If she want to get a drink from our bar that’s in our room then she can.” She went for the key but Durk moved it out of her reach.

Looking her up and down at least two times Durk chuckled before turning towards Amiyah.

“Miyah you wanna tell me why your friend, who ain’t pay for shit, speaking for you? That’s what I’m confused about.” He replied sarcastically.

Amiyah grinned stepping in between them. She politely took the room key from Durk and handed it to Kelley.

“Alright okay. We get it Durk. You paid for everything so we’re gonna respect your rules. Okay? We’re all just here to have a good time.” She smiled rubbing his arm.

“That’s all I want, is some respect. At least someone gets what I’m saying.” He directed his speech towards Kelley who simply rolled her eyes at him before walking away towards the elevators.

Durk shook his head watching her leave and laughed.

Amiyah pushed him lightly by his shoulder.

“Durk can you please not act like an asshole to her on this trip? That’s my best friend and I really want her to have just as much of a good time as me.”

He waved her off. “Ain’t nobody thinking about that girl. She got a problem with me for some reason and I been feeling her energy since we arrived at the airport back at home.” He went back towards the entrance and checked his phone.

Amiyah sighed knowing what he meant. Kelley did have some sort of dislike towards him. Mainly because of the time he put her out knowing that she had no where else to go. Before then Kelley never cared too much or know much about him besides hearing his name ringing throughout the streets and discovering that her new best friend was his younger sister. But the moment Amiyah went to Kelley’s door crying she knew that she wouldn’t find herself getting along with Durk at all.

Following behind him Amiyah stood on his side. Scooting closer she leaned her head on his shoulder and holding on to his left arm. She smiled looking up at him before speaking.

“I really appreciate this Durk. None of it would be possible without you.” She glanced at him looking into his eyes to let her know that he was very much appreciated.

Durk smirked trying to nudge her off but failed

“Get off of me girl. Damn.” He snickered.

“I will once you come with us. We’re tryna see our rooms and you’re waiting out here for what?”

Amiyah wondered why he has still yet to move. There was no need to stand at the entrance unless he was waiting on something or someone.

“I’m going I just have to make sure he gets here first.” Durk answered checking his phone for the third time.

Confused but curious Amiyah asked. “Who’s he?”

“Oh yeah I forgot to mention that Erik was meeting us.” He replied nonchalantly.

Within an instant Amiyah felt the butterflies invade inside her stomach. This was an off guard moment that she didn’t know how to receive or handle. Why wasn’t she aware of him tagging along on her birthday trip? Did he asked to come? Specifically for her? She had so many questions and thoughts running around in the back of her head but she simply pushed them to the side not wanting to make it weird for her to ask them aloud.

She sent a small smile. “Why? Why is he coming?”

Durk shrugged. “He wanted to be here to celebrate your birthday tomorrow. As well as other reasons but yeah.”

Amiyah nodded her head. “How did he get here? I didn’t see him on the plane or at the airport.”

“Since our flight was booked my mans had to drive another state over to another airport just to make it here around the same time. I know for damn sure he came out of pocket trying to get a tick at the last minute.” Durk chuckled.

Amiyah joined him as she was flattered to hear about the effort Erik put in just to be here. She hadn’t seen him since the night he came over to speak with Durk. In the inside Amiyah was hoping that this trip could not only get them back together but to come out and tell her brother about everything. Maybe it was a good thing that he decided to come after all.

Interrupted from her thoughts she heard Durk shout out.

“About fucking time. Welcome to Turks and muthafucking Caicos!” Throwing his arms up he walked towards Erik who was getting out of an all black sprinter with other guests.

Amiyah took in his appearance. He was wearing a short sleeve navy tropical print collar button down shirt that was opened showing a wife beater underneath. With his famous gold chains hanging around his neck. For his bottoms he wore white drawstring shorts and a pair of white forces to finish the look. He sported a black Nike book bag off his shoulder as he went up to Durk greeting him with a dap. When he smiled Amiyah could see the gold on his teeth peeking past his lips.

“Aye a nigga happy to be here.” Erik laughed going in for their brotherly hug. Glancing up he spotted Amiyah standing behind him next to her luggage.

Amiyah flipped her freshly done knottless braids to the side with her drink still in one hand as she held eye contact with him. It was different and intense. It was a look that she hadn’t seen in a while. In fact it was the same way he looked at her the whole night when she went to his place for the first night. Even a blind person could see that the look behind Erik’s eyes was pure desire and need.

When she came to realization Amiyah glanced away ending the staring competition.

“That’s a fact. So where’s shorty at?” Durk pulled away gaining Amiyah’s attention.

“Right here!”

Following a high pitched voice, all hope that Amiyah had in her body completely went out. There was Harmony standing next to him with the prettiest glow she had ever seen. Her hair was gorgeous as she rocked the goddess locs. Her silhouette showing past her floral maxi dress. Nails and lashes done to perfection. Of course she was his guest for the week. It only made sense. They had to be a couple.

Feeling a sting in her chest and burning in the back of her eyes Amiyah wiped away the feeling of defeat and walked over towards her brother.

“Hey Erik. Harmony. Nice to have you guys here.” Amiyah put on her best smile. She didn’t really mean it but for the sake of keeping peace on her trip being cordial was the best option.

“Thanks for letting us join you guys.” Harmony spoke up. She went in for a hug.

Us? So she must be speaking for the both of them now.

Amiyah thought returning the kind gesture.

“It’s no problem. So I’m gonna head to my room and change and probably go to the pool after. I’ll let you two check in.” Smiling she turned on her heels walking to her baggage. When she gave a glance back she saw him staring into her eyes with sorrow. Amiyah shook her head and went towards the elevators.

“Girl I have to give it to him...this room is the shit!” Kelley stated opening the door to let her in.

Amiyah viewed the room. First thing she noticed when she walked in was the decked out kitchenette that opened up to the livingroom area. Across from that was a bathroom and bedroom on the other side. The door was opened and bags were already placed on the bed so Amiyah figured it was Kelley’s room. Walking past the livingroom there was another door that was closed. Amiyah opened it. Her mouth dropped as she entered the master bedroom that had a balcony facing the water.

“Yeah I figured you would want this room.” Kelley said as she helped her with her bags.

“I love it, but you know I would have been fine with either one.” Amiyah smiled walking to the glass sliding door. She opened it and stepped out on the balcony. The scent of the ocean hitting her nose.

“Well you’re only getting the finest shit while we’re out here because you deserve it. Happy birthday sis.”

Amiyah turned around to see Kelley holding up four miniature bottles of alcohol. She smiled shaking her head at her friends stubbornness.

“Kelley where did you get those bottles?” She giggled lightly taking the two that was being handed to her.

Cracking open her drinks, Kelley shrugged. “Where else? The mini bar out of the fridge. Now drink up.”

They collided their bottles together taking one after the other. Amiyah made a face towards the bitter drink. She could feel the liquor warming her body up. After the long flight all she wanted to do was wash up and put on a bathing suit to go take a dip in the pool. Going back inside of her room she threw the empty nips away. Grabbing her suitcase and putting it on her bed she unzip it and searched for one of the many swimsuits she packed. Her favorite color caught her eye.

Pulling out the light purple two piece set she also took out a sheer white bottom covering. Amiyah grabbed her toiletry travel bag and went to the bathroom. When she came to she stole a glance inside of Kelley’s room as she saw her getting ready as well.

After an hour of continuous switching in and out of the bathroom the duo was finally ready and leaving out of their room suit. They strolled towards the elevators in silence and only pulling out their phones to record snapchat videos. Kelley hit the button that goes to the lobby while the two waited for the cart to come up to their floor level.

“Hey by the way Erik is here just to let you know.” Amiyah spoke up coming to the remembrance of his presence from earlier.

Kelley’s brows knitted. “The hell. Why is he here?”

“I guess he wanted to be here to celebrate my birthday.” The doors opened allowing them to walk in.

“But that’s not all. He brought his friend, Harmony, here with him. You remember the girl from the Valentines Day bash?” Amiyah stated jogging her memory.

Kelley nodded folding her arms. “Okay now why did she have to tag along? They together or something?”

Amiyah shrugged her shoulders as her reply. She wasn’t a hundred percent sure if they were but from her coming on this trip with him it only had her thinking that they were. Why else would she be here with him? It probably was a baecation for them. Amiyah sighed as she stressed herself with all of her questions.

The doors to the elevators opened as Amiyah and Kelley made their way outside towards the pool area. Already filling up with the other guests it was beginning to get crowded. Finding an empty spot on the lounge chairs Amiyah and Kelley decided to sit a few feet away from the bar.

“I’m about to get a drink. You want something?” Kelley asked standing up pulling on her pink neon swimsuit.

“Yeah get me something that’s fruity but sneaks up on you.” They laughed in unison.

“Okay, I’ll be back.”

Amiyah watched her walk away. There was a line that was already formed so she knew it would be a while before Kelley came back.Taking of her sandals she kicked her feet up to lay back on the chair. Their spot was right by the shade so the sun wasn’t beaming on her so much. Amiyah’s gaze scattered around, watching nothing in particular, but at all of the guests having a good time.

Enjoying the good music along with the warm breeze that blew every few minutes Amiyah relaxed into the chair. Her eyes closed to get the full vacation experience which she found to be peaceful was just as quickly interrupted by a shade blocking her from the sun. Her eyes jolted open to find out what was the cause.

“Sorry to intrude on what seems to look like a blissful moment but I couldn’t help but to come by and introduce myself.” A tall dark and handsome man spoke with a hand out directed towards her.

“I’m Ryan.” He waited for her to shake his hand.

Amiyah gave him a few blanks before introducing herself as well.

“Amiyah.” She replied softly. His hand much larger but soft cradle hers gently before bringing it to his lips to kiss her skin.

Blushing she looked away towards the bar to see Kelley still in the long line. She wasn’t looking at her for help but just to see if she noticed her being approached by the stranger. Amiyah quickly turned her attention back on him.

“Beautiful name miss. You’re from The States right?” He asked with a southern accent that she caught on to.

“Yeah I am. What about you?” She smiled politely.

“I’m from Georgia. Decatur to be exact.” He gave his soft pillowy lips a smooth lick.

Taking a seat on the lounge chair next to her he placed his towel that he was holding down next to him.

“So what brings you to Turks and Caicos?”

“Birthday. It’s actually tomorrow and I’m out here for the week celebrating.” Amiyah’s hands became clammy under his stare.

“Oh Happy Birthday. Mind if I ask how old you’re gonna be?” His voice was soothing and calm but dangerously low just how she liked.

“Uh 22.”

“That’s what’s up. So you like to party Amiyah?” A smirk grew on his face.

Sitting up a tad bit in her chair she looked at him confused.

“Somewhat. Why you ask?” She giggled out of nervousness.

Ryan shrugged. “A pretty girl like you I figured you would. But you can’t possibly be out here alone. You must’ve come with someone right. Like a friend?”

Before she could answer Amiyah heard a deep voice interrupt.

“Yeah she came with me my nigga.”

Looking behind her she saw Erik now in a pair of all black swimming trunks and Nike slides on his feet. He had a bucket hat on to cover his eyes from the sun. He was holding a Corona beer in his free hand as he sipped not taking his eyes off of Ryan. Seeing his abs glistening from what seems to appear as body oil Amiyah clench her thighs as his muscles flexed effortlessly.

Ryan glanced between the two. He looked at Erik before turning his gaze back on Amiyah.

“Damn and you was gonna let me talk to you knowing you had a nigga. That’s fucked up ma.” He shook his head.

“Hold on that’s not my man-“

“Baby just cause we had that little fight back in the room don’t mean we not together. Stop acting like a brat.” Erik cut her off sitting on her chair. One of his hands went to touch her inner thigh catching her off guard.

Ryan grabbed his towel and held his hands up in a surrender position.

“I don’t know what the fuck y’all got going on but that’s between y’all.” He stated and walked away.

Amiyah quickly slapped Erik’s hand away. She watched as he took a sip of his beer before folding over his lap and laughing.

“What? Why you looking at me like that?” He asked through his chuckle.

“Because you lied talking about some fight that we had in a room. Really Erik? Why would you say that?” She folded her arms.

Erik waved her off leaning on his left elbow facing her. “It’s not like you would have like the ugly ass nigga anyway. I was doing you a favor.”

“He was not ugly.”

“Well he damn sure wasn’t your type.”

She rolled her eyes. “Then what’s my type since you think you know me?”

“Nobody else but me. I’m the only nigga you should be fucking with.”

Amiyah couldn’t tell if it was him that was actually talking or the liquor. All she knows is that he was making very bold statements for someone who invited a female friend on a trip with him.

“Erik have you forgotten what you did? Bringing Harmony out here and yet you expect me to not meet or have anybody. You lost your mind?” Amiyah shook her head not believing the audacity that he had.

Erik sighed sitting up. “Amiyah it’s not what it looks like. I only did to throw your brother off. That night I came to y’all crib he was asking questions and getting suspicious. Next thing I know he asked me to come with you guys and I invited her.” He paused touching her hand gently.

“I promise it wasn’t to hurt you.”

The genuineness in his voice sounded sincere but Amiyah still couldn’t help but to be confused on why he would invite her knowing how she felt about Harmony. Her feelings were pretty clear the night of the party.

“Erik I know you’re not trying to intentionally hurt me but seeing her here with you just made me feel a certain way. We’re supposed to be here for my birthday week so excuse me if I’m having a hard time adjusting to this new person that came out of no where.” Standing up Amiyah started to walk away until she felt a hand grab her wrist.

“Miyah don’t hold this against me. I was really hoping we could talk. To straighten things out.” His stare became apologetic.

“I don’t know if-“

“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” A light voice shouted catching their attention. They turned to see Harmony walking towards them in her light orange bikini.

Amiyah’s eyes averted to her white painted toe nails. It was going to be a tough week to get through with her being around. But she couldn’t blame Harmony. Erik was the reason for her being here.

Erik smiled and nodded his head. “Yeah I was just out here talking to the birthday girl.”

Harmony sat her belongings down and wrapped her arms around Erik’s torso. Standing on her tippy toes she leaned up to kiss his lips. Erik caught off by the action pulled away and chuckled nervously. When Harmony noticed she made a face before turning towards Amiyah.

“Hey girl! You ready to celebrate your birthday tomorrow?” She smiled trying to start a conversation.

The moment Harmony was invited by Erik to go on this vacation with him she was shocked but thrilled about them taking the next step in their situation-ship. But when she found out the reason behind it she immediately had a bad feeling about going. Harmony wasn’t much of a fan of Amiyah. On the night of the Valentines Day bash she could feel the tension between Erik and Amiyah. It felt as if they had history and were trying to ignore it. She wasn’t suspicious until she seen them leave the V.I.P section one after the other. That’s when she put two and two together.

“I am. Tomorrow is gonna be great actually. I have a few things planned out for us. You know like Jet ski-ing, tubing, snorkeling, stuff like that.” Amiyah spoke through her forced smile. A relief came over her when she saw Kelley walking back with her drinks in her hand.

“Here you go. They said this was highly recommended.” She handed over a slushy drink that was in a cut out pineapple.

Amiyah happily received it and played with her straw before sipping. “Thanks.”

“Well all of that sounds fun and I can’t wait. I’m glad Erik decided to ask me to join you guys.” Harmony stated tugging onto him.

Kelley rolled her eyes and looked her up and down. Her gaze then shot to Erik’s who was wearing a guilty expression all over his face. She shook her head slowly and gave him a look.

“Yeah and I hope you enjoy your time being here.” Amiyah could feel a little bit of both hurt and jealousy coming over her. Putting on a poker face was the best way to hide her feelings.

“Durk told me that we were also doing a big dinner for you out by the water.” Erik finally spoke up.

“We are, you thinking about inviting anyone else?” Kelley asked him with her eyebrows raised.

Erik ignored her as he focused on Amiyah. He read her body language knowing that she was uncomfortable. He was starting to regret on making the decision of bringing Harmony along. He was only doing it to cover face instead of thinking about how she would feel.

Amiyah lightly brushed against Kelley hoping she would catch her drift. It was her way of signaling her to chill out.

“Yes Erik we’re having dinner and you both are welcome to join.”

“We appreciate the invitation girl.” Harmony smiled before turning to Erik. “Hey, let’s go to the beach. Please?” She pouted.

Erik chewed on his lower lip out of habit. “Yeah I was heading there anyway.”

“Perfect. Alright ladies, we’ll see you later.” Taking his hand she pulled him away towards the beach.

Kelley and Amiyah stood in place and watched the two walk away.

“Can’t believe the nerve of that nigga. That’s okay because we are gonna find you a new man for the week. Like the one that came and talked to you earlier.”

Amiyah turn towards her to see a smirk covering her face. “So you did see him?”

“Girl I noticed his fine ass the minute we came out here and I just know Erik probably fucked it up for you the second I seen him.”

Amiyah giggled nodding her head. “He told him he was my man.”

Kelley rolled her eyes. “Typical. But I spotted him on the other side by that grill and bar place. You wanna go see if he’s still there?”

Amiyah smiled knowing that her best friend was willing to do anything to get her back into good spirits. Taking a long sip of her drink she allowed the liquor to linger through her body making her relaxed.

“Let’s go.”

If Erik could have his fun then so would she.

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Please excuse any mistakes! (Needs to be edited)

I know this chapter is short but next one is gonna be long and I’m pretty sure y’all know why...👀! Yes the wait is finally over in the next chapter!!

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moral-turpitudes · 4 years ago

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To the Moon: Part 2

A/N: I wrote half of this at like 1am so I hope this isn’t too bad lol.

Trigger Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,873

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Anna Shelby (OC/Daughter)

Requested: Yes

Requested by: @writingwithacupoftea

Summary: Between managing his business and almost forgetting his daughters birthday, to finding out she’s been sneaking off with the beloved boxer Bonnie Gold behind his back, Thomas has his hands full now more than ever.

Part 1 | Part 2

The sounds of boots colliding with the cobblestones echoed through the streets as Anna neared the shop. Her heart racing as she frantically looked around the small town for any signs of her family. Her whereabouts had been part of a routine outing before reporting to the shop, but like her father, she was always getting herself into trouble.

She planned on seeing her boyfriend like she always had, right before his training started, but this time she felt something was off. That something was a man watching her that she hadn’t seen before. He had a cap on much like her father, but his had no razor hiding in the brim. His eyes were on her the whole time, everywhere she walked around the ring, her heart racing as she said a quick goodbye to the dark haired boy by her side and darting out the door.

And so here she was, panting as she willed her legs to move faster towards the shop, not daring to look behind her as the man ran towards her.

The familiar feel of the cold metal gun grazed her fingers as she retrieved it from her coat and pointed it at the one pursuing her.

“I swear to god I’ll fucking shoot you if you get any closer!” She yelled at the man. Women and children swiftly moving out of the way and into random shops along the streets. She cringed at how loud she was, knowing how close she was to the shop.

“Anna! Put the fucking gun down aye?” Tommy said, practically running out of the building once he heard his daughter yelling.

She felt her hands shaking slightly as she aimed at the man. He was frozen and had his hands up.

“No! He was following me.” She said, not taking her eyes off him.

“Put it down. Now.” He said, stepping closer.

She hesitated and sighed, reluctantly placing the gun in her fathers hand and crossing her arms over her chest.

“Aye! Come ‘ere now.” He yelled to the man in the distance.

Anna tensed up, her hands bawling into fists at her sides with her fingers placed like her cousin Finn taught her to.

“You can go home now Frederick. Thank you for keeping watch.” Tommy said, patting the man on the shoulder. He sighed in relief and walked off with nothing more than a nod of his cap.

“What the fuck was that?” She asked.

“Just a friend. I told you to come here at noon. When you didn’t show I had one of my men find you.” He said flatly.

Anna said nothing. Instead, she just shoved her way past him and through the shop doors, earning a concerned glance from her family members.

She didn’t say anything to them as she walked to her desk that was outside Tommy’s office.

As she sat down, Polly came in and so did her father.

“I’ll have to hire another few men if you can’t get here on time. Can’t have you almost shooting them.” He said, placing her gun back on her desk.

“Maybe tell them not to chase me next time, yeah?” She asked, getting up and heading for her fathers whiskey stash.

“What are you doing? You can’t have that.” Thomas said.

“Why not?” She asked, pouring a glass and taking a swig, her eyes staying glued to her fathers.

Tommy ran a hand over his face as Polly smirked.

“Oh my god. You forgot...” Anna said, slamming the glass down on her desk and walking out of the room as her eyes filled with tears.

Polly sighed as Tommy started to walk after her, only stopping him by grabbing his arm.

“Let her go. We need to talk.” She said.

“If this is about her seeing that boxer, I don’t want to hear about it.” He said.

“No...It’s her birthday Tom. She’s 18 today...” She said lightly.

Tommy almost ranted on but that fact struck him. His face went blank except for his eyes which stared off towards the door.

“Fuck!” He said, slamming his fist down on the desk.

“I...Poll I’m sorry. I’ve been so caught up with everything. The other gangs, the shootings, the boxing agreement with the Gold’s...everything.” He said, running his hand through his hair.

“Don’t apologize to me. Go set it right.” She said, lighting a cigarette.

Tommy nodded as he went out into the lobby, his eyes scanning the room for her.

“Finn!” Tommy yelled to his younger brother, now 21 and towering over him.

“Yeah?” He asked, adjusting his cap.

“Where’s Anna?” Tommy asked frantically.

“Uh I don’t know...maybe the ring? She looked pretty pissed.” He said.

“Alright, tell Arthur and the others I’ll be back soon.” He ordered.

“Okay.” He said, walking off towards the betting room.

Tommy rushed over to his jacket that was hung near the door, and reached in to find the keys to the ring, but his fingers came out empty.

He smirked slightly and shook his head as he pulled the coat on, patting the pocket where the necklace remained for all those years. It gradually became a good luck charm as time went on, him believing it may have helped save his ass one too many times.

As he walked swiftly along the cobblestone streets, he saw the entrance to the boxing ring. He checked the lock and tugged hard until it opened somewhat, using a pin to help pick the lock before walking quietly inside.

The sound of fists hitting the punching bags echoed through the large space, and the lights were dim, making it hard for him to be seen at times.

As he walked towards her, he stopped when he heard Bonnie’s voice, hearing them talking about different punching strategies.

He silently observed as he got closer, their chatter overtaking his footsteps. That was, until Bonnie slipped his arm around her waist to “help” her with her form, as he said.

Tommy got within punching distance as he cleared his throat, not realizing she had no idea who it was. With that, she jumped at the sound and swung, a right hook landing on his face, causing him to stumble back slightly.

“I guess I deserved that aye?” He asked, rubbing his jaw where a bruise would surely form.

“Good swing love! Who is this?” The boy asked, stepping in front of her protectively, not knowing it was his new boss.

“I could ask you the same thing son...or I could ask your father.” Tommy said, staring him down.

“That’s my dad Bon, it’s okay. Um...just go. I’ll ring you later yeah?” She asked, making her way out from behind the boy.

“Oh my bad, Mr. Shelby. I-I’ll be going. See ya.” He said, giving her a quick hug before heading for the door.

Anna crossed her arms as the awkward silence ensued, her father staring into her eyes that were like a copy of his.

“What was that about?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m not answering you until you realize what you did, dad.” She said, taking off the gloves that were a size too big and throwing them on the ground.

Tommy sighed and pulled up two chairs, patting the one next to him.

“We need to talk Anna. Please. I came here to apologize.” He said.

She sighed and sat down, crossing her arms again as she looked at the ground.

“I’m sorry I forgot your birthday sweetheart...The business has been taking up a lot of my time. I just got-”

“Busy. I know.” She said, rolling her eyes as she looked at him.

“I truly am sorry. I uh...I have you a present you know. I don’t know if that can help you forgive me but I think you’ll like it.” He said softly as he reached into the old pocket of his coat. The silver chain and the light green gemstone glinted in the dim light of the room as he handed it to her.

“Where’d you get this?” She asked, looking at it with a small smile. She looked more like Y/N every day, and as she put the necklace on, it brought Tommy back to all those years ago when he first got to know his little girl.

“I gave that to your mother before I was sent to France. She wore it until I came back, and up until she died. Her friend gave that back to me because your mother wanted you to have it, as an 18th birthday present.” He said, trying not to choke up at the memory of that night.

He watched as Anna’s smile grew, tears falling from her eyes as she twirled the green gemstone between her fingers.

“I never truly forgot love. I just...wasn’t ready to face the truth that you were growing up.” He said, knowing that necklace reminded him of this day for the past 18 years every time he checked his pocket.

“Thank you, dad. It’s beautiful.” She said softly as she got up to give him a hug.

“You’re welcome love. Now keep this safe alright? Can’t have your mum striking me down up there anymore than she already is.” He said with a smirk.

“I will.” She said smiling. It healed and broke his heart every time she smiled, always seeing Y/n’s face and mannerisms as more time passed.

“I love you both.” She said, looking up at him as he wiped her tears with his rough, calloused hands.

“I love you both too. Always have.” He said, pulling her in for another hug. Silence fell over the room as they stood there in each others embrace, finally making up for the events of that morning.

“Let’s go alright? I don’t want Arthur to beat anyone up while we’re gone.” He said.

Anna sighed as she looked at the door, knowing her boyfriend was long gone.

“Alright.” She said reluctantly as she grabbed her stuff.

As they walked out, Tommy looked at her as she kept her eyes focused ahead, nervously biting her lip as they neared the shop.

“So, you’re talking to Aberama’s boy aye? Is he a friend? boyfriend?” He asked.

“Oh god....do we have to talk about this?” She asked, her face flushing slightly.

“Yes we do.” He said.

“He’s my boyfriend. Been seeing him before work for 3 months now.” She said.

“And when were you going to tell me? When you had a ring?” He asked.

“No. I was going to tell you when I felt it was right. I didn’t want it to get in the way of your business, and besides...I didn’t want you and uncle Arthur to shoot him for fucks sake.” She said, stopping before they got to the shop doors.

“If you don’t shoot my men, I won’t shoot yours aye?” He asked.

“Deal. Now...are we going to have a birthday party or what?” She asked.

“Yes. I’ll let Polly know.” He said before opening the door.

“Oh and tell Bonnie he can come. I’m sure the family would love to see him.” He said smirking.

“If you say so...” She said, walking past the bustling lobby and towards the phone, gathering the courage to ask him.

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