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avoxrising · 11 months ago

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The Feral One • Chapter 9

Finnick x Y/N

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Y’all are gonna like this one (I hope)

Content Warnings - Violence, injury, suicidal thoughts

Beetee’s plan seems complicated, but it might work. The group is slightly hesitant, but we’re all willing to give it a try at least. What’s the worst that can happen?

The six of you hike up to the lightning tree so Beetee can inspect it. Your bite is getting worse but you don’t want to alarm Finnick, he has enough to worry about.

You sit down while the group splits up to do various tasks like gathering food and water. Watching them all work, you wonder what their lives are like in their districts. You remember visiting them on your tour, but that feels like a lifetime ago.

“How’s the arm?” Peeta asks as he comes to sit by you. He makes sure to keep his distance, though, and you can see his hands in his lap.

You shake your head no in response. It’s definitely bad. Although the salt water cleaned it out, it stings like a bitch and it’s still bleeding. The bandage has slowed it down immensely but you need stitches.

“Can Katniss come look at it?” he asks. “She’s good at healing and we won’t touch you.”

You nod and he goes to get Katniss.

She takes one look at it and agrees it needs stitches. She tries to ask if you have any sponsors but you shake your head no. She must get the message pretty quickly that you don’t have any. The capital hates you.

“Hey Haymitch!” she says towards the sky. “We could really use some supplies!”

You shake your head no at her, as if to say that she doesn’t have to do that for you but she shakes her head back.

“You helped me in the water,” she replies. “The least I can do is try to help you.”

You give her a small smile just as a parachute appears. Her sponsors won’t be happy about this one.

“Hey,” Finnick says as he approaches with Beetee and Johanna, eager to see what was sent.

“She needs stitches,” Katniss states as she opens the parachute. “Haymitch sent stuff.”

“Thank you,” Finnick says, eternally grateful that Katniss was willing to sacrifice potential sponsors to help Y/N.

“How are we going to give them to her?” Johanna asks. “We don’t have sedative.”

The group looks at each other, realizing that giving you stitches may be a dangerous task.

“I’ll hold her,” Finnick states. “Can you do the stitches Katniss?”

She hesitantly nods and Finnick approaches you.

“Hey,” he calmly says as he sits down next to you. “It’s going to hurt and we’re going to have to touch you, but it’s going to be ok. I’ll be right here the whole time.”

You nod at him, tears already forming in your eyes at the thought of what’s about to happen.

“Lay down and put your arm out,” he instructs and you do exactly that.

Finnick lays down next to you on the dirt, positioning himself between you and Katniss but still allowing her access to your wrist. The rest of the group backs up and readies their weapons in case something were to go awry.

“I’m going to hold you, ok?” Finnick explains. “You need to be still for Katniss.”

You nod and he wraps his arms around you, positioning your head against his chest so you can hear his heartbeat.

You’re already shaking and crying and Katniss hasn’t even started. You have to remind yourself that Finnick is holding you to protect you, not to hurt you and he wouldn’t let Katniss hurt you.

The pain and discomfort you feel is so bad you black out, needing an escape from reality. In some ways that’s better than trying to attack everyone around you, but in Finnick’s mind that means there’s something very wrong.

“She’s lost too much blood,” he states. “We will need to carry her back down to the beach and back up again tonight.”

“Not it!” Johanna calls and Finnick glares at her.

“I’ll go get her water,” Peeta states.

“The bleeding should stop now as long as her stitches stay intact,” Katniss states, putting away the supplies. “Luckily I don’t think it’s infected. Can we cut away her other sleeve and wash it down in the lake so she can have a clean bandage to protect the stitches?”

Finnick nods in response and Peeta returns with the water. The boys get you into a sitting position and slowly give you the water, not wanting you to choke on the liquid.

“I don’t want to be carrying her when she wakes up,” Finnick states. “Beetee, how much time do we have before we need to move?”

“Based on my estimates we can’t wait,” Beetee sighs. “We need to move now.”

“Peeta walk behind me,” Finnick states. “If she wakes up I may need you as backup.”

“Why me?” he asks.

“You’re the strongest one,” Finnick states. “If she starts to lose it then put her in a headlock. We will need to make her pass out if she can’t calm down.”

Peeta nods and the group takes off back towards the beach, hoping that you wouldn’t wake up soon.

They were close to the beach when you woke up, but not there yet. Finnick had you over his shoulder and was hiking down the he slope with the group. Your brain had enough. He wasn’t a safe person anymore.

You bring your knee to his stomach, catching him off guard. He doesn’t drop you so you’re able to swing around and grab a hold of his neck, wrapping your arms tightly around it. You must still be weak from the blood loss though, as he’s able to force your arms away from his throat and pin you to the ground.

“Calm down,” he states as you lay panting under him. He’s straddling you with his legs pinning yours down and he’s holding your hands above your head with one of his.

“It’s just me,” he reminds you. “You’re fine. Nobody here is going to hurt you. You lost a lot of blood and passed out. I have to carry you to the beach.”

You think he’s safe, but you aren’t sure. Looking around for a weapon, you spot Katniss with her bow aimed at you, ready to shoot.

This causes you to burst into tears and mutter apologies to Finnick. You didn’t mean to hurt him. You didn’t mean to hurt anyone.

He goes to get off of you, but hesitates when you still look like you might punch him.

“You guys keep going,” he tells the group. “We’ll meet you down there when she’s cooled off.”

The group leaves and you lay there with Finnick still holding you to the ground. He can’t release you until he knows you won’t attack anyone. He could easily fight you off but he’s worried about hurting you in the process.

“Just kill me,” you tell him. “Please.”

Now he looks like he’s going to cry.

“I can’t,” he responds. “I’m sorry.”

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starsomens · 1 year ago

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Primal

A/N: I was looking around for a prompt generator and I had found one specifically for NSFW prompts and this one prompt caught my eye and HAD to write it so please enjoy 😘. Here’s the link to the generator

Warnings: exhibitionism!, not proofread. outdoor(ish) sex, public(ish) sex, getting caught (kind of) PIV sex, unprotected (WRAP IT!),oral (female), dirty talk, marking, slight degradation, Noah x Y/N with slight x Nick Folio, kind of threesome to an extent (??), Noah is aware of it (sort of), this is a work of FICTION! proceed caution!!

Prompt: Exhibitionism. While out in the wilderness with friends, family, or a tour group, Noah and Y/N fuck in their tent, getting off on the idea that someone could possibly hear them. Bonus points for a member of their party catching them and watching them or listening to them, but not saying a thing.

The air was fresh and crisp, the scenery was gorgeous, and you could understand why so many people loved camping and hiking. There was so much peace and tranquility. Birds of all colors and sizes would fly and chirp as you pass them by. No schedules, no deadlines, no tour bus, just time to relax. That mixed friends and your boyfriend made it all better.

It was the end of the tour and you all thought having some time out together would be a great time to unwind. Noah new a hiking trail that also had some great camping spots. Noah, you, Jolly, Folio and Nick all headed there for the weekend staring from Friday and you'd leave by Sunday afternoon.

"Guys look back," you call as you snap a picture on your polaroid. You snapped a great picture of them on the trail with a view of thick trees behind them, and some genuine smiles

"Hey, Y/N where are your bags?" Jolly asked tilting his head to the side

"I got it," Noah said holding it up with a bit of a shake. Most of you things were in one big back together while yours had supplies. Soap, extra undies, the battery pack, medicine, the emergency stuff.

"He didn't let me take it for myself, even when I asked if he wanted a break and he said-"

"No, cause we're almost there" he said coming up to a small hill and at the bottom was the campsite. Luckily the park that offered them had areas that can be reserved for people, while still giving space and privacy to others who might be camping. The area was a bit higher than where the lake was and the view was gorgeous! You had gotten there early just so you could set the tents up and hopefully have a swim.

You and Noah had brought a tent to share while Jolly had set his up, Folio need some help with his. He somehow was setting it up correctly....but inside out....

Nick secured any food you brought to be sure of bears not finding it. For now it'll be in a small safe provided by the park until you were ready to eat. The sun had come to it's peak at around 2:30 pm and you were all ready to have some fun! Of course you nearly forced them all to use sunblock before even leaving the camp area. While everyone was just changing in the open! You quickly changed inside the privacy of your tent with Noah waiting outside

"hey babe," he called

"Yeah? I'm almost done!" You answered

"Oh you're fine was just gonna say I can see the shadow of your boobs" he smirks to himself, you give a small shriek and fold into a ball trying to cover yourself "Babe, babe I'm playing! You're fine" he chuckled

As you unzip the tent you groan "Noah! Can you at least help me tie the top?" you look up at him as if he now owed you the favor for pulling that stunt

"Of course princess" you turn around and hold the pieces in place while he tied it. You could see the guys getting a head start, Noah most likely telling them you’d catch up. After he was done tying up the strings he kissed the nape of your neck

“I love this one on you babe, you look great” he smiles at you as you turn to him and you peck the bottom of his chin

"Come on let's get in the water!" you take his hand and lead him to the rope that hung from the tree that leaned over the lake. Noah took the first swing and landed with a splash into the water below. You catch the rope and hold it to your chest, taking a look at the jump you'd take. The guys were in the water encouraging you to come down

"Come on Y/N, Its just a swing! You'll get down here in 5 seconds flat!" Folio tried to make it seem less intimidating.

"Come on Y/N, you live with a fucking tree, you can handle this!" Jolly calls pointing to Noah

"Just swing down Y/N, I'm right here come on!" Noah said opening his arms to you. You take in a deep breath, hold it and run off the ledge holding on to the rope and letting go just a few feet from Noah. The cool water surrounded you as you swam up to the surface, if you weren't awake before, you were now

The guy cheered and clapped for you as if you were a performing diver for the Olympics "Nice job facing your fears Y/N"

"hey I wasn't scared!" you laugh splashing Nick. Noah coming up behind you and snakes his arms around your waist. You had he was going to be romantic and hold you in the water....but you were wring. Suddenly he flips you over his head and back into the water once. again.

"NOAH! Ugh I'm get you for that!" you smack his shoulder

"Awwhhh baby I'm sowwwyyyy" he said almost mockingly

This was exactly what you all needed after tour. Just relaxation, and fun. After about an hour in the lake Folio had gotten out to start some fishing, and Nick had started on some food. You and Noah sat down under the tree. You head laid on his shoulder as his hands played with yours. Your chin rests on his shoulder as you admire his features. His beautiful skin with some freckles just underneath his eyes, his sharp jawline and beautiful nose. Those deep dark eyes you love to lose yourself in, and of course that smile. That smile was what did it for you then and still does it for you now.

“What are you looking at pretty girl?” He asked you with a smirk finally catching you

“I’m looking at a pretty boy” you answer with eyes full of love

“Is that so?” He asked twisting his body to face you more “well, can this pretty boy kiss the pretty girl?” He asked

"of course your can" you close your eyes and lose yourself in the feeling of his lips on yours. His hand cups your jaw and holds you deeper in the kiss. the leaves sing in the wind as the breeze lifts your hair. When he pulls away he pecks your nose

"Did I ever tell you, that you're gorgeous as hell?"

"I think I may have heard that once or twice" you smile feeling your cheeks burn from the blush that crept to the flesh.

He leans down to your ear "you're also the reason my pants are so tight now" you furrow your brows in confusion and when you look down you see the slight tent forming in his pants

"Noah...really? Out here? What did it for you?" you ask trying to hide your giggle

"Well you tell me," he said looking around "I'm here with my sexy girl wearing a bikini that only makes her hotter, and I'm really debating on taking you into the forest and fucking you against a tree"

You could feel yourself ache just a bit at the thought of having sex, out camping of all places! Maybe if you didn't have your friends and his band members here you would have considered it.

"Well as much as I'd love that, maybe we can tomorrow when they go on a trail hm?" he pat his chest "How's that sound?"

"We'll see baby, come on let's get some food" he said helping you up and adjusting his situation before taking your hand and walking to the food that was being cooked.

...

As the night came, you all changed out of your wet clothes and gathered by the fire. The food was amazing! Of course, you and Nick had prepped them before packing and they came out perfect for the trip. The later it got the more beautiful and clear the stars became. Noah's arm was around your shoulder as your fingers linked together. Your lay a kiss to his hand and he returns it to your head

"Ugghhh the love birds are at it again" Folio groans, teasing you both

"Don't be jealous Nick! We can find you a nice nature girl out here" Jolly shoots back

"hey! I'd sweep her off your feet for your information" he defended with a confident smile

"I'm sure you would Nick," you answer "How about we get some rest to get a good start tomorrow? I don't know about you but that food has me sleepy" you said stretching

"I'm already ahead of you" Nick said getting up and diving into his tent, ready to get some sleep. Luckily since the are is meant for camping, the floor was pretty flat and clear of twigs, roots or anything sharp. The fire was at a safe distance to keep on for the night to avoid the area getting too cold. You bid each other good night and go into you own tents. Noah shuts yours tent, with enough room for some ventilation. You had both gotten a double sleeping bag just so you didn't have to be apart, plus you still wanted cuddles.

You both climb in and snuggle into each other. Your head on his chest, and your leg was over his hip, the best and most convenient position for you both since Noah tends to sleep on his back more often then you.

"Good night princess" he squeezed you tights and kissed the center of your forehead. "I hope snakes don't crawl in here-"

"Noah! Stoooppp" he giggles and rests his chin on your head for the night

. .. ... An hour must have passed by now and you still couldn't sleep! You turned around so your back was facing your boyfriend but you couldn't get the conversation from early out of your head. The idea of you both having sex, out here, trying to keep quiet, the risk the passion. You could feel yourself getting hotter and hotter with just the thought of it. You couldn't help but rub your thighs together to get some kind of relief from the ache between your legs. You had accidentally bumped into Noah with your ass 1 or 2 times. Luckily, he hadn't booked enough or make a move to think that he may have.

At this point, you were just feeling desperate and wanted to feel release. Do you lift your head just a bit to see or hear if anyone else was awake. luckily, it seemed as if you were the only 1 for now. You cautiously call to your boyfriend to see if he was awake

You cautiously call to your boyfriend to see if he was awake "noah!" you quietly yell "are you awake?"

A few seconds passing you thought that maybe he really was asleep, but then he answered you and realized that he in fact was also awake

"of course I am with the way you're rubbing your ass against me" he whispered " If I didn't know any better, I'd say that my little slut is feeling needy" He whispered closer to your ear, feeling his hot breath against your skin. his large hand grazes over your waist and onto your stomach. finding his way under your shirt and up to your bare breast, where he gave a slight squeeze.

"mmm Noah" you whine trying to keep your noise to a minimum.

"shh shh shh, careful princess, we don't want the others to wake up do we?" he shushes you scooting closer to you until his hard cock was against your ass. His hips grind up against you, even if it wasn't direct contact it felt so good, you wanted more and you wanted him.

You flip around and your lips instantly lock in a kiss, his hand brings your leg over his hip. You grind against him finally getting sensation through the thin fabric of your shorts. He swiftly flips you on to your back and kisses along your neck, each kiss searing into your skin, your heart racing and anticipating what was to come next.

"Noah please..I need-"

"Shh princess, I gotchu" he hushed you as he sat back on his knees and pulls down your bottoms and tosses them to the side. His hands spread your knees open for him to see the wet print on the center of those cute blue panties he loves. He lifts your but on to his lap and removes the last barrier between him and your pussy. Noah had one rule when it came to sex: he always eats you out before he fucks you. With the limited space that was in here he simply lifted your hips up enough to bring his meal to him.

You bite your lip from being help at this angle. Your knees dangle over his shoulder as his breath creeps up your thigh. His eyes never leaving yours as his mouth slowly comes in contact with your wet pussy and gives a long, slow lick from bottom to top, his tongue flicking your bundle of nerves

You could feel the air from your lungs escape completely as he ate you out. His nose began nudging at your clit as his tongue worked between your fold and prodding at your entrance. While one hand kept you hoisted up in the air, the other one snakes down your body and pushes your shirt over your breasts. Your nipples exposed to the cold air, hardening at the pleasure he was giving you, and being exposed in a risky environment. His large hand massages the flesh and rolls your nipple between his fingers.

“Noah…feel s’good,” you moan “ don’t…. Please don’t stop.”

He loved when you told him not to stop, especially when you said please. His hand retreats from your breast and comes up to your pussy. His lips wrap around and suck your clit between his lips as his long digits enter you and pump in and out. His fingers curl and hit your sweetest spot making you nearly cry out waking up everyone who is there. Your hand slaps over your mouth as you try to keep quiet.

Noah, for one was enjoying the view. Had his mouth on your pussy, giving you immense pleasure while he watched your face contort in the best of ways. Feeling you pulse around his his middle and ring finger made his chest swell with pride, knowing he was the one that was making you feel good. Little did he know that there were an extra set of eyes watching from a distance.

Over in folio’s tent, the drummer, completely shocked by what he was seeing. He was woken up by some suspicious noises and set up to see what was going on. At first, he thought he may have been dreaming and it could not have possibly been what he was thinking. His tent was directly across from yours at a certain Angle getting him. Perfect access through the slightly cracked zipper of your tent. Watching his close friend and leadof their band, eating out his girlfriend in their tent. They hadn’t even noticed how far the tent was left unzipped. He knew that they left it just slightly inserted. Maybe it was the movement, maybe they opened it more? He doesn’t know the reason why he was able to see so much into their private time. Was that he could not find himself looking away Either.

All he knew was that he could feel his shorts growing tighter the longer that he watched. He knew that it was wrong, but for some reason he just couldn’t look away. he couldn’t see your face he could just see you being eaten out from the distance. His heart was pounding, trying to keep his breath at a minimum. His pants were getting tighter by the second to the point it was nearly painful, but wouldn’t be wrong to touch himself watching his two friends have sex? More thoughts were flooding into his mind. Things he would never think of before. Like what if it was him eating you out instead? Him being the one to give you pleasure, to make you moan and scream. But for now, just watching you receive pleasure was enough for him as his hands begin to lift and beyond the elastic of his shorts. He watched as Noah changed positions and had you on top.

You peel the shirt off of your body and toss it to the side as you adjust yourself to sink onto his hard dick. The sweetness of the stretch in the, fullness you felt in your lower stomach. Something about being out in a camping site, with his friends nearby, sleeping in their tents, made your body shiver in pleasure. Not necessarily to be watched, but the risk of being caught ignite something in your chest. You look down to see Noah with his eyebrows nipped together feeling the pleasure of your pussy constrict around him. You move your hips back-and-forth grinding your clit against his pubic bone as his dick stretched, and filled you, rubbing against your spot. You were seeing more than stars at this point. It was pure ecstasy, running through your body.

“Fuck princess… so tight and wet.” he whispers, obviously struggling to keep his voice down. “ do you like this? do you like when I fuck you outside, knowing there are people around? Such a little slut…but,” he comes up from his position to sit and come close your ear and whisper “ you’re my slut. My dirty little princess.” His hand, grabbed at your ass as he guides you up and down his cock. His mouth working at your collarbone, leaving bite marks, and bruises. your feet now planted on the ground as you walked back-and-forth against each other. The slight clap of skin against skin filled the quiet night air period the only other noise to be heard was the cracking of the fire. Just over your shoulder he had noticed something in the distance. Could it be possible that another pair of eyes were watching? You simply closed his eyes and came down to your nibble and began to suck and laugh at the sensitive skin.

“Yeah…right there, Noah” you pant “ So fucking good”

All of a sudden he pulls out of you, causing a wine to slip from your lips, losing the feeling of fullness and stretch. He turns you around and pushes your shoulders down onto the ground of the tent. The sliver of light that crept into your tent, making your body look celestial in the glow of the fire. He lines himself up and pushes the tip slowly before he bottoms out in one thrust into you. One reason he loved doggy was the primal feeling in his chest. Much less being out in the forest he felt like this is what you were meant to do. Find your person and marking them as yours and just fill them over and over again. Something about it just felt so natural and primal. If it weren’t for the extra people that were with you, he would have you screaming your head off.

He leans back as he watches himself pump in and out of you. Watching you take all of him, inch by inch your body arching more towards him, wanting to feel more of him. It made his cock harder and pulse each time, his large hand massaged the flesh of your ass so badly to spank you, but knowing that you would definitely wake everyone up. His body comes down until his chest molds with the arch of your back. His lips brush against the shell of your ear as he says

“ who does this pussy belong to?” he asked.

“Y-you..” you whimper out as his hips give slow short, thrust, extending, and prolonging the pleasure that you were chasing

“ say it baby,” he growls “ see how much you like being fucked and people know the only I can fuck you this good”

“I… I love it Noah” you squeal trying to keep your voice down, feeling your throat ache, wanting so badly to moan out “ I love it so much”

Nicks hand was coated with pre-cum as his hand quickly pumps up and down his deck. He could see your ass ripple with each thrust in the glow of the fire. each thrust your body jump and arch with pleasure. He just wish that he could see how your face twisted and pleasure. The way your mouth fell open when you were close. Fuck! This was so wrong!...but...but why does it feel so good? He's never felt so hard in his hand, never felt so good.

“Yeah baby…take it…take it” he huffs as his hand leaves your body and locks his fingers with yours and squeezed tightly. He ruts against you as he stutters and bites down on your shoulder to surpressed his own noises.

“Where..where?” He asked feeling himself close to cumming. He straightens himself again and gives you the last few hard thrusts. His eyes no longer on you but through the tent crack and gave a smirk, knowing damn well someone had enjoyed their night with a free show. Now most would think this wasn't ideal but in Noah's mind his first thought was

"that's right...all you can do is watch but never touch"

“I-inside…aahhh” you whine

He pounds into you with a few short but strong thrusts and spills into your pussy. Your walls milking and pulsing around him sweetly.

you shake as an orgasm rattles through your body, shaking your to your core. Your ass shivers against his hips as he pushes you over the edge. The lightheadedness, the tightness of your stomach, the way you pulse around him, the warmth that oozed out. He pulled out slowly and grabbed his shirt to clean you up. Pulling his shorts up again he helps to find yours and opens his arms for you to lay in

"Think you can sleep now?" he chuckles against your hair "little minx"

"hey!" you giggle "you like it when I'm a minx" you fire back

"I like you even if you weren't one" he kissed your head "Now go to sleep before someone gets up and asks why we're outta breath"

Nick sat in his tent, steamy and hot staring at his hand and the mess he had made. He couldn't believe what he had just done and how it had ended (lol post nut clarity). He cleans off his hand and plops back down on his sleeping back and stared through the see through room of this tent.

"fuck..." was all he could say when he processed what happened. Getting off to what he saw, fantasizing about you, and worse

Noah catching him and smirking at him! Tomorow morning was sure to be interesting.

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zigrethsnotebook · 7 days ago

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I can't tell if you're really charming or I'm just easily charmed.

Stan x Reader

words: 1,552

tags: sfw, fluff, Stan gives you a tour

You were on vacation across north america. With your love for small towns and thick forests you had found your way to Gravity Falls. More specifically, on a little hike through the woods you stumbled across a house with a sign on the roof that read 'Mystery (S)hack' in bold letters. Exactly the kind of weird little place you were looking for.

A gruff voice rang through the air and as you turned around a corner of the house you could see the man it belonged to. The handsome man, your mind added unhelpfully. He was entertaining a small group of people, presenting a rock which had a vague face-shape carved into it. You got closer to the group.

Some people asked clarifying questions. Apparently, it wasn't clear to all of them that it wasn't a face in the shape of a rock or other silly things like that. You bit back a laugh, especially when the man on the podium began to get irritated.

After some more back and forth the showman ended his presentation of the rock and ushered the crowd into a part of the house, a gift shop specifically. Curious, you tried to follow but just as you were about to enter the man blocked your way with his cane. The cane had a magic 8-ball as a handle and he clearly didn’t need it to walk, it was just a part of his entertainment-persona.

"You can't sneak your way past me, toots. I saw you sneaking into the group, didn’t even pay to see the exhibits." He wiped away a fake tear. You decided to have some fun with this guy.

"I was just hiking through the woods but you explaining that rock was so... riveting - I couldn't stay away! Please tell me, sir, what do I have to pay you to see more of such wondrous things?" Your words were coated in a thick but playful layer of sarcasm.

By the smirk on his face it seemed like he got the message. "5 bucks to see the exhibits, 15 for a tour with Mister Mystery himself." At that he pointed at himself with a grin. You gasped in fake surprise. "15 dollars for a private tour? My, what a steal!"

He chuckled at that. "Just make sure it's the only thing you steal." He ended that sentence with a wink and gestured for you to enter. You liked this guy already.

The shop had all sorts of knickknacks around the walls and some displays in the middle of the room. You walked past a red haired teenager who seemed in charge of the register. Before you could reach any one display Mr. Mystery appeared next to you again.

"For the tour, please follow me." He gestured for you to follow him to another room, that stupid grin never leaving his face. You followed him with a smile of your own.

The people from the previous tour didn’t even notice you two leave, only the teenager at the cash register did but she wasn't being paid enough to care. Because what you didn’t know: This man did not give private tours. At least not for some boring dumb tourist who believed every word he said without a second thought.

But you had caught his eye. The way you were egging him on when he spoke and the way you had eyed him up and down with a smirk on you lips when he blocked your path had intrigued him.

Now here you were, alone, with him explaining some of his creations exhibits with grandiose tales he totally wasn't making up on the spot. Still, you were glued to his every word. You didn’t believe any of it, mind you, but the way he spoke, with such confidence and ease, was so damn attractive.

"And now here we are, at the final and most tragic creature in my possession: The Hairdresstaur!" You eyed the creature, it was clearly just parts of different taxidermies sewn and glued together. The bottom half was that of a small horse and the top half of an alpaca with a new hairstyle. Impressive in a way, but not at all what he described.

"You probably won't believe me when I say this, but this story starts on a very lonely night. Now I know what you'll say: 'No way that a man like you would ever go to bed by himself!' Well, lucky for you," he winked at you again, "this man of mystery is currently single. Anyhow."

He pretended like he quickly wanted to change the subject but it was still very obvious by his smile that he was making sure you enjoyed his flirting. And let's face it, this was the most fun you'd had on your vacation so far.

"On that night, I went out into the woods because I couldn't sleep and there I saw her. The most gorgeous creature I had ever seen. Second most gorgeous as of this day." He was getting bolder in his flirting with every word. Not that you minded.

"She and I had a wonderful relationship for three weeks and then! They came for her. Local barbers wanted to capture her, keep her like a lamb and take her fur to make wigs." He was so serious with his story, you struggled to match his tone with your expression instead of bursting out laughing.

"I started defending her, fighting them off but there were too many. All at once five of them pinned me down and when she tried to free me from their grasp they..." He faked a sob before he continued. "I couldn't help her. But I made a promise! I promised her I wouldn't let them get her fur. And that's why she is now a part of my Mysteries."

He put a gentle hand on the alpaca's neck and stared into the distance as if reminiscing in the memory. You stepped forward and put a reassuring hand on his arm. "You are such a noble man."

At that he lightened up again, grinned at you and, after bathing in your affection for a moment, led you back into the gift shop.

In the time it had taken you to finish the tour all the other people had bought their trinkets and left. Only the red haired girl was still there, with her feet up on the counter and reading a magazine.

Standing in front of some of these things you realized that none of those would be able to convey the fun you had had today with this 'Mr. Mystery' somewhere in the woods of Oregon. You took a snowglobe and shook it wistfully.

"Why the long face? Was that not the best presentation of weird things you've ever seen?" He said this like a 'no' to that was simply impossible but you could tell that he was nervous regardless.

You sighed, then turned to face him with a crooked grin. "I'm afraid it was a little too good. How is one of these," you held the snowglobe up to him, "supposed to convey all the things you told me?" For a moment the both of you stared into the snowglobe, looking for an answer.

Then you shook your head, shaking off the sudden discontent at the thought of never hearing that gruff but caring voice again. "What I meant to say was: This... has been the highlight of my vacation. And I want to take something home with me that holds the same gravitas."

Your smile was genuine this time. So was his as he told you to wait a second and turned around. You saw him grab one of the trinkets and a pen and then he seemed to be writing something?

When he came back he presented you with a little bobblehead in his likeness. "This little guy shares his good looks with me, so you won't forget about them." He winked at you again. You were really gonna miss him.

"And if you ever want me to tell you another fantastical story?" He turned the figure upside down to show you some numbers he had scribbled on the underside. "Just give me a call."

His smile was softer now, almost nervous, as he turned the figure around again and handed it to you. You accepted it gladly, of course, and you could see him relax a little.

You just smiled at him as you spoke, again. "You know, I can't tell if you're really charming or I'm just easily charmed." Immediately he turned back to his playboy self and smirked at you. "Well, if I'm lucky it's both."

You laughed at that and lightly swatted his arm. As he escorted you to the door you realized that you two hadn't even introduced yourselves. So you did. His name was Stan Pines. You made a mental note to add that name next to his number on the figure.

You were about to leave, had already opened the door, when you remembered your earlier conversation about not stealing anything else... Wait.

"Oh, what about the money for the tour? And the figure?" "Ah don't sweat it, toots. I'd rather you buy me dinner." You smiled warmly. "Gladly." Maybe you wouldn't have to miss him just yet.

#gravity falls #gravity falls x reader #stanley pines #stanley pines x reader #stan pines x reader #zigreth writes

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stardustndreamsofsilver · 4 months ago

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Inferum

Part One

Jake x OC(f)

Warnings: talk of human remains, spooky themes, alcohol use, club scene, cramped spaces. Most of what I've written about the Catacombs is based on fact, but overall this is a work of fiction so please don't take everything as such.

Previous Part Here

Memento iroe in die consummationis.

I’d planned to go straight to the Catacombs as soon as I arrived in Paris, since I had booked a ticket to visit for that afternoon a week in advance. But the combination of jetlag and a restless thirteen hour flight got the best of me. When I arrived at the hotel and dragged my bags into my room, I practically collapsed onto the bed and went into a comatose state. By the time I woke, I’d missed the entire rest of the day and most of the night. So, I decided to just go back to sleep. What was the harm in a few more hours of rest anyway?

The next day, I woke up at 11. Later than I’d have liked , but better than sleeping through another day. Rolling over, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat up rubbing my face. Taking a deep breath, I stretched my arms in front of me and yawned. Running my hands through my hair, I pushed it out of my face and stood to gather my clothes and get ready for the day. This didn’t take me long, and thankfully, I had the foresight to book a second ticket for a visit to the Catacombs for one o’clock that afternoon.

Tugging on my Danner hiking boots and grabbing my bag, I left my hotel room and began my trek to the Catacombs. When I arrived, I was just on time for my time slot. Thanking the attendant, I began my descent into the ossuary. With each downward step, the air became cooler and more damp. About halfway down, I pulled a light jacket from my bag and put it on.

Taking my time, I studied all of the plaques and murals along the guided path until I reached the Samaritan Fountain. This is where the query workers mixed the mortar they used for the masonry work. When I reached the fountain, I gazed down at the well opening it sat upon. I wasn’t sure why I felt compelled to do so, but as I peered into the darkness below, I felt someone walk up behind me. Straightening, I glanced around for the stranger. But there was no one. At least, noone near enough to me to have caused the feeling of someone entering my space. With a furrowed brow, I continued on.

As I made my way through, I began to look for the signs of the ever present yet ever invisible cataphile. A cataphile is someone who explorers the unmarked sections of the catacombs. Most cataphiles do not also act as unofficial tour guides, but there are a few who will for a price. I knew this coming here, so I was prepared to pay whatever price that may be.

Continuing to follow a fellow group of tourists, I spotted one of the telltale signs of a cataphile. A small cluster of coins. An American quarter, a German €1 coin and a 50-øre coin. These coins were to show what languages the cataphile could speak and mark an entrance to an unmarked section of the catacombs that was safe to go through. Glancing around, I noticed a guided tour coming from behind me. Turning to face ahead, I continued on at a leisurely pace, letting the group steadily pass me. I slowed until I was nearly the only one left in the passageway. Waiting to make sure to watch the last person walk around the bend, I turned around and walked toward the small opening between the bones I’d seen the coins placed in front of.

The opening was at the bottom of the wall of bones and looked barely large enough for me to belly crawl through. Not wanting to miss the opening between visitors, I took a deep breath and took my bag off my shoulder and nudged it through to the other side. Lowering to my knees, I laid down and began to pull myself through. Midway through, I heard the sounds of voices coming from the otherside. My heart began to race and I rushed to pull myself the rest of the way through.

I just barely made it before I heard the sound of footsteps coming closer and then continuing on past. Breathing a sigh of relief, I grabbed my bag and draped it across my shoulder. Standing up and lightly dusting myself off, I hear someone approach.

“J'imagine que vous aimeriez voir les vraies catacombes, Madame. C'est bien cela?” I hear them say.

Turning I face the cataphile and can just barely make out their outline from the light thrilling in through the cracks between the bones. Nodding, I reply, “Oui, pouvez-vous me montrer le chemin ? Être mon guide?”

“À un prix,” They say, rudding their fingers together as if rubbing a coin. “You are American, yes?”

“Yes, I am,” I say. “What is your price?”

“Ah, I could tell. You almost speak in perfect French, but your accent is just a bit off,” They say crossing their arms. “First, I must know what it is you seek in the catacombs mon cher. Then we set the price.”

A bead of sweat trickles down my neck. I hadn’t thought I’d be asked this. I’d read that most guides don’t ask questions. They just want proof that they’ll be paid and that’s all they require. I’d counted on that fact, actually. What I seek would surely send any guide running. Should I tell the truth or withhold it and hope by the time they realize it’ll be too late to turn around?

I decide on the latter and say, “I am seeking the druids.”

They remain silent for a long moment, “The druids you say? Hm, we will see. 5,000€ and I will take you to what you truly seek.”

My heart lurched in my chest at that amount, but I’d put back more than twice that for this. Slowly, I nod my head in agreement. “5,000 and you will take me where I need to go and guide me back? And should I want to visit again, will you take me for the same price?”

“Oui. Do we have a deal madame?” They say extending their hand.

“Oui.” I say taking their hand and giving it a firm shake.

“Come then, we shall begin our journey. You may call me Pip. What may I call you?” They ask while turning and walking further into the tunnel and putting on their headlamp.

“Addey, you can call me Addey,” I reply, hurrying after them and doing the same.

“Okay, Addey. Do you want to go just to see the druids or would you like to see the sights along the way?”

“Seeing the sights will be fine,” I say, glancing at my watch. There was plenty of time between now and midnight. The longer I could draw this out the better.

“Magnifique, to the theater we go.”

About an hour later, we arrived at the theater and Pip drew back the velvet curtain. As I stepped through, I couldn’t help the small gasp I let out. The theater was nothing like I’d imagined. I’d thought it would be a shabby projection screen and some metal fold out chairs, but this… This was magnificent. There were rows of plush theater chairs leading down to an opulent stage. It felt as if I'd stepped back in time. The lanterns lining the aisle gave off an almost heavenly glow as I walked closer toward the stage.

There were people filling the first few rows of seats watching the play unfold before them. I took a seat at the end of the third row and watched the actors tell their story. From what I’d gathered, I could see that this was a play about love, as the best ones are. And the leading man yearned for the love of the captain he’d served under during the war. It was beautiful and tragic. When the lights went up and the cast took their bow, everyone stood and cheered. Wiping a tear from my cheek, I stood and joined them.

“So you have loved and lost then?” Pip asked, leaning in so that I could hear them above the applause. All I could do was dip my head before they took my hand and said, “Come, it is time to move on. What do you say to finding some wine?”

With that, they took me to one of the underground clubs. The club, Gens Beaux, was crowded and the air was hot and heavy. Pip led me to the bar and signaled to the bartender before turning back to me. “So what do you think so far of our city beneath the city?”

“It’s fascinating!” I practically yell over the music. “I knew about the clubs, but I’d no idea there was a true theater here! I’d thought it was just a white sheet and a projector.”

Pip laughed and said, “Oh no, that would not do. Though that is what we used before the discovered the theater and during its renovation. It took nearly six years for us to restore it to what it is now.”

My jaw dropped, “Really? That’s amazing!”

Nodding their head and taking a sip of their wine they continue, “Oui, I imagine it’ll take just as long to restore the new section we found.”

“Oh? What did you find?” I askwith genuine interest.

Shaking their head, they lean in close and say, “It’s a secret. No one can know until it’s finished.”

I laughed and say, “Alright, keep your secret.”

Turning to face the crowd, I watch in wonder. People’s bodies moving to the rhythm of the music, the lights casting odd shadows. I’m sure the query workers that built this place never would have thought that this is what it would be used for. But then again maybe they did, I think as I recall the theater. They’d built a space for people to gather and enjoy the arts, so perhaps they thought there would be parties too.

Taking a sip of my drink, my eyes catch on a pair staring back at me. They belong to a man across the room, his hair long and his looks are rugged but handsome. He’s wearing a necklace of some kind that reflects the light when it hits it. I tilt my head to the side and continue to take him in. He does the same and drinks from his glass. He seems to be a part of a group consisting of three other men and a couple of women. They seem to be close.

“He is handsome, yes?” Pip asks.

Jumping slightly, I laugh and reply, “I can’t be sure, a little too dark in here to tell.”

With a laugh, Pip tilts back their head and finishes their drink. “Come, time to go.”

And with that, we continue our trek through the catacombs.

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solomonssock · 2 years ago

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Imagine taking Diavolo to the human world for his birthday with a promise to show him something unlike he’s ever seen.

You take him with you to traverse the wildlife of a national park, hiking over weathered earth while you take candids of his enthusiastic reactions to the unfamiliar scenery. You send the snapshots to Lucifer and Barbatos throughout the day, assuring them of your safety and reveling in how adorable your lover looks.

Imagine how your heart swells as you take in the wonderment and childish glee that overcomes him as he insists that you two stop at each infographic on the trail. It’s necessary that he take in each one, he tells you, so that he can learn more of the world you were born upon, and how it formed.

The world he appreciates as an extension of you.

Imagine explaining to Diavolo how the sun’s warm caress can soon come to burn as you lather him in sunscreen - how he purrs his thanks as you delicately rub the lotion into hard-to-reach areas, and check him over to make sure he didn’t miss a spot. His grin is as unwavering as always, but his eyes are another story. Unlike how they shimmer beneath the Devildom moon, Diavolo’s eyes glimmer in the human world's sunlight.

This time, you make a selfish request for him to briefly remove his glamor and pose him for a picture that you send to no one. The way the specks of gold scatter through the trees and shift across his skin, blending into his eyes and the collar of his true form, is just for you to admire - your golden Adonis. You press a kiss to his cheek when you two finish, standing on the overlook and spending some time drawing out pictures in the clouds that float by as he hugs you close.

Imagine his complete and utter fascination with the cavern tour you’ve surprised him with. You laugh at how often he has to duck beneath the drapery formations to avoid hitting his head, but grip his hand as tightly as he holds yours as you both traverse deeper and deeper into the earth. Admittedly, snippets of the tour go over your head as you stare at him, unabashedly. You can’t help it with how cute he looks, enraptured by the tales your tour guide spins of human history, strife, and success. He asks questions as to how they initially uncovered and cleaned out the cave, how they’ve preserved the structure, and how they currently manage upkeep. When he is not inquiring, he points out every bat that crosses your path. He coos at how their little feet and talons grip onto the crevices and gasps when the guide shows him closely how they are able to use their wings to hold themselves up as they rest.

Imagine that near the end of the tour, the guide gives you guys a special treat and turns off all the artificial light planted throughout the cavern. Pitch blackness enshrouds you and robs you of your sight, but you don’t panic. This deep into the earth, there is no noise pollution; a pin could drop and all would hear. Yet, all you hear is the small murmurs and shuffling of the other ongoers who remark at how fascinating and terrifying this is - that no wonder humans once thought only demons resided deep within the pits of this cave. You smirk at that, squeezing Diavolo’s hand. He squeezes your hand in kind before he tugs it gently.

You quietly follow him as he pulls you a bit further from the group. Although you cannot see him, you feel him turn to face you before he kisses you deeply. Yes, humans were made to live in daylight; but demons thrive in darkness. You shiver as the ridges on his wings slide against you, embracing you as they push you into his chest. You melt into his hold as he tenderly rubs his thumbs beneath your eyes, whispering softly so that only you can hear among the murmurs behind you.

“Never will you need to fear the dark or demons, my heart. For I will be your eyes, your strength to command, and swear to guide you safely back to me when you stray too far from my side.”

Imagine how happily he digs into the plate he’s ordered at the nearby diner, famished from your long trek. He’s tried most of the teas before finally settling on a classic vanilla shake. The warmth of his hand seeps into your own as he interlocks your fingers atop the table.

You admire his features as the shadows and sun rays pass over him. He intently watches the sun set through the glass window beside you both.

“Volo,” you shake his hand when the last of the sun has dipped beneath the horizon, stars starting to prickle the night sky, “what did you think? Did you have fun?”

“I believe,” he begins, thumb rubbing over each of your knuckles with great reverence as he lovingly looks to where your hands meet, "I am the happiest I have ever been.”

“I also believe,” he takes another sip of his shake and you laugh as you have to thumb off some cream that catches on his lip, “ah-thank you, beloved. Yes, I think tours like this would do well in the Devildom, don’t you? How revolutionary would it be, to be able to share our lands natural formations with other realms, just as you’ve granted me the pleasure of today?”

You smile at the prince, marveling at his endless enthusiasm for, and dedication to, his dream. You know you should hold your tongue. When your love is enamored with an idea, he tends to run with it without thought to the paperwork that piles up as a result.

But you could never deny him. Strong as you may be, you do not have the heart to snuff out the awe that sparkles in his eyes.

“I think it would be a great way for our people to be introduced to the history and customs of one another. A beautiful showcase of the tenacity of each realm and an experience which could peak interest in the scientific study of our vastly different wildlife,” you muse.

“It would be interesting, too, if we could fund some research and uncover ways in which our lands may be compatible, especially in terms of agriculture. It would be good if we could open up trade between the realms sometime soon, and even better if we could grow some food appealing to both groups in either realm to encourage joint food establishments. Maybe a restaurant or food court you can visit after the tour?”

Your heart flutters as he brings your hand up to his lips and presses a chaste kiss onto the skin there.

“You astonish me as always, my heart. Truly, we are fortunate to have your insight on these matters.”

“And I,” he leans over the table, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, ”am fortunate to call you mine.”

Later, before you call for the check and prepare to return home, you make sure to set a reminder on your D.D.D. to treat both Barbatos and Lucifer to a bottle of expensive demonus for the unintended work you’ve set out for them.

#I've never called Diavolo Dia #He's Volo to me #would have loved to write a fic but don't have the time to invest in 10k words rn - yes 10k bc Diavolo makes me feral #I thought an imagine would suit it fine and I'm satisfied with it hehe #I'm working on more but I do return to school this week and another project is starting so I will be a tad bit more slow #no worries though - I'm sticking around for the long haul <3 #diavolo x reader #reader x diavolo #obey me #diavolo x y/n #diavolo x you #obey me x reader #obey me one master to rule them all #omomtrta #imagine #obey me imagine #obey me barbatos #obey me lucifer #reader insert #reader imagine #om! diavolo #obey me x you #obey me x mc #obey me mc #gn reader #gn!reader #gn!mc #this was entirely self indulgent and i wish i could explore the world with him #best travel buddy because he's interested in nearly everything and has the enthusiasm to keep you going #aa i love him

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yanderecrazysie · 1 year ago

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Ophidiophobia (Yandere Naga Izuku)

Please don’t request any of the phobia series, I just want to have this as a “come on writer’s block go tf away” series.

Pairing: Naga! Midoriya Izuku (Deku) x Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, implied death, swearing, Izuku is half snake

Ophidiophobia: The fear of snakes

Your entire visit on the island had been uncomfortable.

It was hot, humid, and the air was filled with bugs that were determined to feast on you. Somehow, the frequent rain only made it hotter instead of cooling you down, and it made the hiking path you traveled slippery with mud. The sights were nice, but nothing like the brochure had painted it out to be.

You just wanted to go home.

Your fiancé, who was an enthusiast of reptiles and amphibians alike, seemed to be having the time of his life. You wondered if you were a scientist too, would you be immune to the annoyances of the jungle like he seemed to be?

He took pictures of literally everything that moved and, while a part of you found it endearing, the other half was growing more and more worried each time the rest of the tour group dipped out of sight behind a hill or corner.

“Come on, we have to keep up!” You fretted as your fiancé stepped off the path yet again to get photographs of some plant you’d only seen in textbooks.

“Just a few more pictures…” He murmured, aiming his camera this time at a colorful bird perched on a faraway tree branch. The group had completely disappeared by now and, even with a clearly visible path on the ground, you were freaking the hell out.

The sound of something sliding across the jungle floor leaves made your stomach twist unpleasantly. Your suspicion of what it might be was confirmed when your fiancé gasped, “A snake making that much noise must be enormous!”

It happened faster than you could react. One moment he was stepping off the cleared path…

The next moment, he was gone.

Panic seized your entire being and you found yourself shooting off the path after him, abandoning all reason in favor of making sure he was alright. Immediately, you could see what had happened- the path where he’d been standing was on a small cliff, one that blended in with its surroundings too well.

Your stomach dropped when you saw him lying on the ground several yards below the path he’d been on. Unmoving.

You didn’t realize you were crying until a loud sob left your mouth and your tears blinded you. Desperately, you searched for a safe way down to his body. Maybe, just maybe, he was unconscious and not…

Eyes blurred with tears, you could barely take a safe step forward, so it was even more of a surprise when something wrapped around your ankle and lifted your body, upside down, towards the treetops.

You tried to scream but it just bubbled in your constricted throat, the crying serving as nothing more than a silencer to your terror. Frantically, you wiped your eyes, willing away frightened and grief-fueled tears in favor of being able to see what was taking you away.

By the time you were clear-eyed and aware, you were lying against a thick tree branch, facing a creature you couldn’t believe existed. At first, you’d thought that it was a giant snake, dragging you by its tail, but now you realized you were only half right.

The green-scaled tail ended half-way, melding into skin right under the bellybutton of a muscular human torso. The creature in front of you was half-snake, half-man, not unlike how you’d picture a merman to be, especially with the emerald green scales.

The man attached to the snake tail was not what you expected to see- not a thin-faced, severe, snake-eyed freak but a freckled, boyish face with large green eyes and a friendly smile. He didn’t seem to realize he’d done anything wrong by dragging you into a tall tree or that it might disturb you to see his snake half.

You tried to ask who he was and if he could speak at the same time, but your voice faltered off into a pathetic squeak. The snake-man tilted his head, looking a little confused, but still smiling.

“Why did you leave the path? Why were you making weird sounds? Why was water leaking from your eyes?” The snake-man shot out questions to you casually, but they still made your head spin and tears fill your eyes.

Did you get bit by something earlier and now you’re hallucinating? That seems like something this damned jungle would do to you.

“It’s happening again!” The snake-man seemed excited and worried at the same time and you realized he didn’t know what crying was. “Does it hurt? Are you sick?”

At least he seems nice. You pulled yourself together and wiped away the tears as you faced him, “Please let me back down, I need to go back to my fiancé and-”

“Please answer my questions first.” While he didn’t look threatening, the snake-man was definitely more serious this time, “I want to know.”

You tried to remember his questions, “I left the path because my fiancé fell off a small cliff. I was crying because I’m worried about him. That’s what the ‘water’ is, crying. Humans do that when they’re sad.”

You felt unnaturally calm, as though the panic was being held back by an invisible wall. Is that what happens to you when you meet a creature from fairytale books?

“Fiancé? What’s that?”

“Oh, um, it means he promised to m-marry m-me a-and…” The tears came back full force until you were sobbing into your hands, curled over the wooden branch like it was your lifeline.

“Nagas don’t have such a thing, but we have heard of human marriages before. So he was a pretty serious mate, I’m guessing?” The snake-man was tilting his head to the side, trying to understand what you were telling him.

“Naga? Is that what you are?” You managed to ask through sniffles.

“Yes, my name is Izuku.” He smiled and slithered closer, “Didn’t your tour guide tell you not to leave the path in any circumstances?”

“Well, yes, but my fiancé fell off-”

Izuku looked down at you pityingly, “The reason they say that is because us Nagas will not bother humans on the path. But once the humans trespass on our territory, we are free to do whatever we want with them.”

Your blood ran cold, “B-but I thought- I didn’t know! I just was trying to help my fiancé and-”

“He trespassed too.”

“He fell!”

“Because he trespassed.” Izuku didn’t seem angry, just like a disappointed parent. One of his hands came up to play with your hair, “Most Nagas would just kill the humans that enter their territory and that’s it, but I don’t like hurting humans. They fascinate me.”

You stared up at him with pleading eyes, “Please let me go. I’ll grab my fiancé and we’ll never come back into your territory. I’m so sor-”

“I want to keep you so I can learn more about humans,” Izuku explained, smiling widely until you could see the gleam of his fangs, “Who knows…”

He leaned closer and you scrabbled helplessly backwards to get away from him, running out of room on the branch to do so.

“Maybe I could be your new fiancé?”

#yandere #yandere one shot #yandere my hero academia #one shot #my hero academia #yandere x reader #yandere mha #yandere izuku #yandere midoriya #yandere deku #midoriya izuku

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didhewinkback · 1 year ago

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chug

a something old blurb about the beer whale (whale beer?) (wheer?) (bhale?)

warning: slight smut at the end bc i know thats what the people come to see

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“Just stand where I can see yeh’” was the request he mumbled into your hair before kissing you on the cheek and heading to the huddle, leaving you free to roam, beers in hand, determined to enjoy the show from a new vantage point, surrounded by the crew members you’ve gotten to know and love over the years.

You spent the first half with Sandy and Sarah and the catering legends, giggling and dancing to the songs you all knew like the back of your hand at this point, locking eyes with him when he brought out Wet Leg, big smirk on his face as he sauntered up to the mic, eyes burning into yours while he sang one line of the chorus over and over, fire in his eyes when you sang it right back to him.

You duck down to the front of the stage for the second half, ensuring the lads were well hydrated with water and beer alike, feeling like your heart was going to burst watching him have the time of his life on that stage. In utter disbelief at what the past two and half years have been for him and you both, watching him soar to new heights you always knew were possible but couldn’t imagine seeing play out in real time, the boy whose school band played at your 15th birthday party now singing to stadiums across the world, loving every second and being loved in return.

He’s at his best when he’s up there, his big, open heart ripe for the taking, making the crowd of thousands feel like a small room of his closest friends, relishing in the attention, the screams, the insatiable energy, gratitude radiating out of every fiber of his being. It’s enough to make you weep when you think about it for too long, an impossible to articulate experience of watching the person you love most in this world achieve their dreams over and over again.

It’s overwhelming, mind-blowing and also really fucking fun, you think, cheers-ing with the lads as you started another round of beer (it is the end of tour after all), watching as Harry runs across the stage, picking up his water bottle, poised for the classic whale, almost like clockwork. But this time, he pauses, doing a quick double take when he sees you down front with the crew.

He gestures to your half drunk cup, ushering it towards him as you hold it up to the cheers of your group, Brad’s long arms aiding the transfer as Harry takes it from him and after smiling back at the band, downs it in one go, much to the delight of the lads. They’re goading him on, chanting his name, but everything whites out around you as all you can focus on is the way his throat moves, the beer that misses his mouth falling onto his naked chest, dripping down in a way that makes you feel warm all over. Never one to mind a messy face.

It’s over in seconds but feels like it went on for ages, a time bending effect he always seems to have on you. He winks at you before placing the cup down, facing the crowd fully as he spits it into the air, wide grin on his face as you all cheer before he runs to the other side of the stage.

It’s much later, after the final songs, the emotional thank yous, the celebratory post-show drinks on the beach with the whole crew, that you stumble into bed together, both a bit drunk off the booze and each other, burning up from one too many lingering stares across the party, whispered conversations about how good he looked up there, your beer all over him, his ripped chest gleaming in the spotlight. He’s pressing you into the mattress in record time, hands sliding all over your body as his lips leave their mark on your skin, breath catching at the never-ending stream of praise leaving your mouth as you get lost in each other, in this night, consumed by overwhelming pride and love and the carnal need to have each other close.

“You’re proud of me, huh?” he grunts into your ear, hand sliding down your thigh to hike it up around his hip, the new angle making the both of you moan out loud. “Y’ love me?”

“Yes, H. Fuck. So much, I -”

“Want y’ to show me,” he says, voice deep in your ear as he smacks a kiss to your cheek, your temple, biting at your lips while his hands slide up your body, interlacing your fingers to hold your hands over your head, his chest sliding against yours. “Be my good girl and show me how proud y’ are, how much y’love me. Want to see it. Want to feel it. C’mon baby, show me -”

So you do.

Again.

And again.

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#truly did not edit this in the slightest my laptop is about to die so am just saying fuck it and posting #ya girl is 3/3 for final show blurbs wow what a time to be alive #i am illl and mentally unwell but i am a dreamer #omg these tags #okay #pls let me know what you think messages are what make the world go around #aka my world #omg my laptop is losing it so am i #harry styles blurb #something old

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pinkhairandpokemon · 4 months ago

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Blueberry Academy Annual Summer Camp

Every late summer here at BBA, when most students are approaching the end of their break, we hold an event to offer anyone who might've struggled last year with grades a chance to catch up and prepare for the upcoming new year, or newbies that are seeking to get a head start. It's also a good opportunity for any parents considering BBA for their child!

This camp began as a student-lead idea to help their friends who were struggling to keep up, and in the last few years has become a BBA tradition. Along with tutoring, we also realize attending requires most students to stay in dorm rooms for the duration of the camp- so we also offer fun activities and games in between lessons! These activities can range anywhere from arts and crafts, general hangouts, nature walks or hikes to different parts of the Terarium, or even battling!

You aren't required to show up to any specific lesson- whatever works with your schedule, and whatever subject you need help studying for! Most of our tutoring sessions are held in groups, but we also provide private individual lessons for anyone who think their kids would benefit more from that. Our sessions our typically held by volunteers, teachers, and even some students!

The event organizers this year is our newest champion of the BBL and Naranja Academy exchange student, Florence Ramirez, and our Steel-type BBL Elite Four Member, Amarys Martin. If you have any questions, direct them to Florence at @scarlet-rider!

Here's a list of the subjects we plan to tackle and some of the events we have planned in the coming weeks:

Subjects (+ Instructors):

-Science (Florence Ramirez)

-Battle Study (Blake Lockhart)

-History (Ms. Briar)

-Mathematics (N Harmonia)

-Literature (Mrs. Ross)

-Foreign Language (Anita Brooks)

Week 1 Activities

Day 1- Introduction to the Terarium: This one was made specifically for new students, but anyone is allowed to attend! Director Cyrano and Florence will be providing a personal tour of the Terarium and its various different biomes.

Day 2- Group Training: Are you a trainer seeking to challenge the BBL this year? Our Battle Studies instructor Blake and a few of our League Club members themselves will be holding a series of training sessions for you and your Pokemon to hone their skills!

Day 3- Paper flowers: We try to have a different arts and crafts activity held by the Art Club for every week of the camp. This time, we'll be learning how to make paper flower displays!

Day 4- Lunch and Get Together: Just a small meet up we'll be holding in the Central Plaza to recap how our first week of camp has gone! A good opportunity to make some friends and get to know some of our instructors. We might also have some exhibition battles between BBL Elite Four members to enjoy!

Day 5- Polar Biome Hike: We'll be hiking to the peak of the Polar Biome's Mountain! Pack a lot of cold weather and camping gear for the journey.

Day 6- Karaoke Night: A laidback karaoke event that'll be held by the Music Club!

We'll be revealing Week 2 and Week 3 events later on into the camp! We'll provide more details for each event and tutoring session via handout pamphlets that all attendees will receive, such as times, what to expect, and what you'll be recommended to bring.

The camp will run for a duration of three weeks from July 25th to August 15th. We hope to see you there!

(( OOC Event info under cut ))

(( hi! the summer camp arc was something I've been plotting for a while, and decided hey maybe other people with BBA characters would like to participate in this!

it won't be anything too complex- you can just make posts about your character attending a tutoring session or one of the events listed above. you can even have them interact with N, Blake or Florence if ya want! Florence will be making an announcement post for each event on her blog.

like I said above , there will be week 2 and week 3 events, and those will be announced once week 1 wraps up :)

a pretty simple, low stakes event, I think that pretty much sums everything up. if you decide to participate i hope you'll have fun! lmk if you have any questions ))

#BBA Summer Camp #Summer Camp Arc #pkmn irl #pkmn rp #blueberry academy #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #pokeblog rp #pokemon rp #Blake speaks

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wannaeatramyeon · 2 years ago

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OMG UR RECENT ZACK LEE WORK IS SO GOOD I NEED MORE PLS AND YES WE LOVE ZACK !!!!! i love the other boys as well but zack hits diff esp bcz he’s one of the first characters introduced 🥹

Ty!! i'm glad you liked the last Zack piece! AGREED he def hits different, part of the OG group, just makes me feel a bit nostalgic for the simpler times. How about some Lookism boys first date HC? Including my faves as well of course

Lookism First Date HC

(Zack, Goo, Gun, Samuel, Jake, Johan - a lengthier Vasco gen + romantic hc here)

Zack Lee

Classic movie and coffee/meal guy (as seen with Mira)

Honestly probably the only guy that would opt for the typical teenage stuff (which isn't a criticism!!)

Will absolutely dress up and style his hair (also as seen with Mira)

But give him absolute and complete free rein? Would LOVE cheesy and domestic shit

Matching outfits, tandem bikes, couples cooking lessons, tour of Seoul so he gets to experience everything with you, farmers market, reenacting home life in IKEA (like 500 days of summer if you've seen it)

Builds up a lot of it in his head but tbh doesn't even care. Just spending time with you? On your own? <3

Would literally want to do anything and everything with you

Goo Kim

Theme/amusement park

Thrill seeking and high-energy to suit this blonde

Tbh a bit too much for a first date as it's an ALL DAY EVENT, but Goo's a bit much anyway

Face paint, character ears, character costumes - he would happily do the whole thing. Think Vasco at Notte World.

A little bit of cash flashing with fast passes and whatever bribery required to get to the front of the queue

Takes a LOT of pictures. More of the mascots and place than you two though

Buying and feeding you all the fun character foods + snacks

Gun Park

Spa. He is so high-end, exclusive, full spa experience

The downtimes we've see him with Goo are surprisingly chill and matches Gun's vibe more than Goo's

Jacuzzis, hot tubs, saunas, steam rooms, massages, manis, pedis - literally anything and everything so you're a puddle at the end of it

Uses it as an opportunity to relax as much as to get to know you

He appreciates a good body, but doesn't check you out as much as you expect and NOWHERE NEAR as much as you eye him up

Keeps his sunglasses on the whole time

Samuel Seo

Tell me this guy wouldn't be out to impress

Completely dressed up, flowers, chauffeur

And there's no way you would be paying for anything at all. He'll even pay for your shopping trip for the date outfit.

Books the most exclusive restaurant in town. Not just that, either opts for a private room or just books the whole place out just for you two

Definitely will involve a helicopter - either to get you A to B, or a night time tour of the city

Will definitely put out on a first date (no judgement). This man exudes sex, let's be honest

Jake Kim

Night time drive and stargazing

Look this might sound sketchy as hell for a first date but it's Jake, he's not a stranger

You already know him but this is your first official date. You both can talk to each other without the chaos of Big Deal and revel in the peace

Super intimate and surprisingly romantic. It's soft and comfortable, he'll be making you laugh a lot

Will take you to a non-sleazy lookout point to look at the stars and maybe share a beer

It's easier for him to be vulnerable with you especially under the cloak of night

Johan Seong

Hiking or picnic or just walking around a park

If this is a first date there is no way that Eden and Miro aren't coming along

The pups might know you already, but this is a big milestone and it needs to involve his babies

Awkward but so endearing. Very skittish. He's not familiar with this sort of situation and blushes a LOT

Absolutely rubbish at small talk or making the first move - you can tell he obviously wants to and likes you though

You best make the first moves unless you want to tiptoe around forever

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sevens-evan · 2 years ago

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okay, so, 30 (tourist/knowledgeable local au) go go go

this turned into tourist/park ranger au and is heavily/entirely based on a hike i went on in arches national park years and years ago. slot canyons my beloved. please reblog if ya like it!

“Alright?”

“Great,” Ava says, trying not to look down into the canyon between her feet and the rest of the hiking trail. It’s maybe two feet wide and a long way down. Beatrice holds her hand out over the gap, and Ava takes it. She doesn’t even try not to enjoy the warmth of Beatrice’s hand or the callouses on her palm. Thirsting after her park ranger guide on a group hike definitely isn’t the highest point of Ava’s life, but it’s not the lowest, either, and she’s refusing to feel shame about it. It’s not her fault that Beatrice somehow makes a park ranger uniform look good. It should be impossible, between the pleated trousers and the baggy grey shirt and the stupid, stupid, stupid hat, but Ranger Beatrice is doing it. Ava has been at the front of the pack through the whole hike, throwing in an occasional glance at the shape of Beatrice’s arms beneath the short sleeves of her shirt amongst the views of slot canyons and rocky vistas.

“Ma’am?”

Ava blinks. She’s still holding onto Beatrice’s hand, and has yet to take the step over the canyon before her.

“Ava,” Ava says. “Ma’am was my mother.” She makes a face. What did she just say?

“Ava,” Beatrice says. Oh, Ava likes that. She really likes that, the way Beatrice’s accent turns over the second a in her name. “Just one step. The more you look down the worse it seems.”

“For sure.” Ava decides to let Beatrice think she’s afraid of heights. At least for now. She’s getting, like, major gay vibes, so maybe she can correct that misunderstanding at a later date.

Ava takes the step.

“One small step for Ava, right?” Ava says, looking up from her hiking boots to grin at Beatrice. Beatrice smiles back at her, which is just—devastating. Ava will never be the same.

“One giant leap for Ava-kind,” Beatrice agrees. She squeezes Ava’s hand before she lets it go, and Ava has to clench her jaw shut to keep from doing something embarrassing like asking her to do it again. Or moaning.

They follow the trail as a group as it narrows between two rock walls, then widens again, letting them out into a sort of split in the side of the solid rock hill, rock faces soaring a dozen feet high on either side of them. It affords them an incredible view of the desert out beneath them, sand and rocks and hills. Beatrice stops near the far end of the open space, turning and waiting as the hiking tour group files in behind her.

“Everyone doing alright?” Beatrice says. Ava watches as she does a quick headcount, following along with the numbers Beatrice mouths. If that involves staring at her lips, well, Beatrice probably can’t tell. Beatrice nods a moment later, apparently satisfied with the number of hikers gathered before her.

“This is my favorite spot in the entire park,” Beatrice says. “If you’ll all entertain it a moment, I’d like to tell you why.”

“Go for it,” Ava says. She’s the only person in the group to speak aloud. Beatrice glances at her, and Ava refuses to be embarrassed, offering an encouraging grin.

“Well, if Ava approves,” Beatrice says with a smile. She reaches up and takes off her hat. Several strands of brown hair have escaped their neat bun, and she brushes them back with one hand while the other holds her hat against her side. “My first summer in the park, I was cleaning cabins. I graduated college and lost contact with my entire family not long afterwards. It was a very difficult and confusing time in my life. I thought that I had made a mistake in coming to the US. I thought that I had made a mistake by coming here. I thought that I was in the wrong, that it was my fault somehow that my parents weren’t accepting of me. That it was my fault I was different.”

Gay, gay, super gay, totally gay. Ava agrees with the voice in her head and then tells it to shut up. There’s a rehearsed quality to Beatrice’s voice—Ava suspects she gives this speech on every one of these hikes—but there’s something genuine in it, too, and Ava wants to listen.

“One day towards the end of July—the hottest day I’d ever experienced up til then, being from England,” Beatrice says, “a friend I’d made, a ranger, took me up here. She sat me down and told me to talk to the desert, and ask it if I’d made a mistake. And then she went back up the canyon to give me some privacy. I sat here for ten minutes before I finally did it. The desert did not answer.” A ripple of quiet laughter goes around the group. Ava doesn’t join in. She’s transfixed by the look on Beatrice’s face, a little half-smile that Ava wants to stare at forever. “But on the hike back out I found a tarantula on my backpack.”

“And that made you want to stay?” Ava says. Beatrice glances at her.

“The tarantulas are a very important part of the ecosystem, Ava,” Beatrice says. Ava shuts her mouth and busies herself with the lid of her water bottle. “But yes, it did. It felt like…the desert was calling me stupid for even asking. What does a bunch of sand and rock care if I’m here or not? Have a spider for your troubles, you idiot.” More laughter, and Beatrice laughs quietly at herself this time. “But the people do care. My friend cared to take me here and show me all that sand and rock. And I care to show it to all of you. It’s my job, yes, but it’s only my job because it matters to me. And I hope that it matters to all of you.” She takes a deep breath and puts her hat back on.

“So,” she says. “On the way down the hill, if you want to, I hope that you’ll all ask the desert a question. Doesn’t have to be out loud, don’t worry. The sand won’t hear you either way. And I can’t promise you a tarantula, although some of you may be grateful for that”—no fucking kidding—“but I can promise that the desert won’t answer. And I can promise that that will be more comforting than it sounds.” Beatrice pauses for a moment. Ava might be in love with her. “Are we all ready to start?” There’s a general murmur of assent, and Beatrice turns away from the group, leading them towards the trail out of the split in the rock and down the hill. Ava hurries to catch up to her.

“So,” she says as she draws up shoulder-to-shoulder to Beatrice. Beatrice looks over at her. “Quite the story.”

“I suppose.”

“All true?”

“Of course.” Beatrice shakes her head slightly, amused and scandalized by the idea of lying.

“Got any more stories you’d like to share?” Ava says. “Maybe over a beer or something?” Beatrice is silent for long enough that Ava’s rapid, anticipatory heartbeat turns worried and even faster. “That can be my question for the desert,” Ava says. “If you want. Don’t want. Whatever.”

“Asking the desert to have a drink with you,” Beatrice says. “How unconventional.” Ava shrugs.

“I’m not really the conventional type.”

“No?” Ava shakes her head. Beatrice looks down the trail. “I’m done for the day after this tour,” she says. “There’s not many bars worth visiting around here, but if you’d like to come by my cabin, I make an acceptable gin and tonic.”

“High praise,” Ava says. “There’s literally two things in that drink.”

“Three,” Beatrice says. “There’s lime.” She pauses. “Four. And ice.”

“Sold on the ice,” Ava says. “How the fuck do you do this hike in July?” Beatrice laughs, a sharp, abrupt noise, like it’s been startled out of her. Ava’s hands clench into fists at her sides, trying to catch it in her fingertips.

“You get used to it,” Beatrice says. “Now watch where you’re going. You’ve been missing all the views staring at me.” Ava flushes pink at being caught, but she obeys, turning her head and watching the desert stretch out before her.

#avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #warrior nun #evan says shit #my fics #fic: avatrice #piratekane #answered #ranger beatrice my beloved......

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kpopsexstories · 7 months ago

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NCT MOST MEMORABLE SEX – Story #16: XIAOJUN

A new story/member every Monday. Click here to view the posting schedule.

Story: Xiaojun goes camping with friends when a girl he only just met sneaks into his tent at night..

Type: MEDIUM

Content: Missionary, Fingering, Female orgasm.

Word Count: 4,783

Members: Xiaojun

Story #16: XIAOJUN

Jia (pronounced “Jah”) was Xiaojun's best childhood friend in Dongguan, China. He once got to second base with her, but they quickly knew they were meant to stay just friends.

Now, years later, going camping was her idea. But it wasn’t Jia who snuck into Xiaojun’s tent that night, and gave him the sensational orgasm this story is about.

The trip had been planned as a girl’s trip, weeks before Xiaojun announced that he'd be back home to visit. It was meant to be an evening of setting up tents, hiking, cooking in the great outdoors, and catching up with old friends around an open fire.

Since Xiaojun left, Jia and her girlfriends had all gotten jobs, or moved on to universities in various parts of the country. Because the six girls hadn't all been together in so long, it promised to be a memorable evening, and it was now or never if the group of girlfriends ever wanted to make a reunion happen.

But two years had passed since the last time Jia saw Xiaojun in person, long after his move to Korea. There was no way she’d miss a chance to hang out with him either, and listen to him talk about his latest tour which had just come to an end. Thus, after a quick consultation with the girls, it was decided that he would be invited too.

Xiaojun immediately said yes to join on the trip. It wasn't until the day of it that he realized that he'd be the only guy there.

It didn't bother him though, and he knew all but one of the girls from before. They weren’t complete strangers, though he did feel out of place when the six girls came to pick him up in a cramped, borrowed van.

Xiaojun suddenly found himself surrounded by young women, quite a change from the all-male dorm he was so used to.

The newcomer was Xue, Jia’s university roommate. She was new to some of the girls too, but the mood in the van was great from the moment they left the city behind. Within an hour’s drive, both Xiaojun and Xue felt like part of the gang.

The trip took them deep into the countryside, to the outskirts of a forest by the foot of a small mountain chain. One of the girls knew a spot, and she had suggested it as their camping ground. They arrived when evening descended, and bonded while they unpacked and set up the tents.

Jia got a fire started, and Xue put herself in charge of cooking dinner. Once they’d eaten, they all talked and laughed well into the night, telling stories around the campfire. The awkwardness Xiaojun first felt in the car was long forgotten.

Xue was a straight-forward, talkative addition to the friend group. Xiaojun, who needed more time to warm up to new people, was fascinated by her. She had a shy aura around her, yet was somehow incredibly social.

He found her hard to figure out, but Jia got along well with her roommate, and that was all that really mattered. They’d been through so much, and grown up a lot, since the last time Xiaojun and Jia got to spend quality time together.

Xue showed an immediate interest in Xiaojun. Around the campfire, she asked him all kinds of questions about life in Korea, and about what his best friend was like when they were kids. Soon enough, Xiaojun warmed up to her too.

When the fire eventually died out, a complete darkness had long since surrounded them. Someone suggested it was finally time for bed, and everyone agreed. It had indeed been a memorable evening.

Four tents awaited the group. The girls slept in pairs, while Xiaojun had brought his own. As the friends said goodnight, they turned on their flashlights and walked off in different directions.

When they disappeared into their respective caves, a sudden quiet fell upon the campsite. Only the soft murmur of the surrounding forest broke the silence.

It was a warm night. When he had zipped the tent shut, Xiaojun immediately began to undress. He took everything off, including his underwear, and put on a pair of pyjama pants he had stuffed away in a backpack. He crawled into his sleeping bag, but kept the upper part open to keep the air flowing.

As he lay there shirtless and happy in the night, far away from civilization, he listening to the quiet outside. At first, he heard nothing at all. Then, when his senses adjusted, the sounds of nature came knocking.

Bugs and night birds were all around him, distant yet so close. The wind was blowing softly in the trees, branches rattling occasionally. The atmosphere felt eerie and unnerving, but also cozy and liberating. It had been a great night indeed.

Unbeknownst to Xiaojun, however, the night was far from over.

Suddenly, a flashlight flickered somewhere outside, in the direction of the burnt-out campfire. The light grew bigger, turning the sides of the tent from pitch black to a strong white. Xiaojun heard a twig break, and soft footsteps approaching.

Perhaps one of the girls had gone out to relieve herself in the forest, he figured.

“Xiaojun,” a voice whispered outside. It was much closer than he'd imagined. He suddenly became alert and sat up straight.

“Xiaojun,” the voice repeated. By now, the source of the white light was just outside the thin fabric shielding him from the outside world.

Maybe it was Jia who couldn't sleep and came over for a chat. With his shirt off and lower half still in the sleeping bag, Xiaojun scooted forward and reached for the zipper.

When he opened it, it was Xue who poked her head in and smiled. The flashlight lit up her face and his skinny, half-naked body inside the tent.

“Can I come in?” she asked.

Xiaojun was surprised but answered without hesitation. “Sure,” he said and scooted back again to give her space.

He had no idea why she was there, but he didn't question it. They were all friends now, and the forest had kept him was wide awake anyway.

Xue took off her shoes, threw the flashlight onto Xiaojun's backpack by his feet, and awkwardly but confidently crawled inside the small tent. She closed the zipper behind her.

The space was cramped, but she immediately made herself comfortable by laying down on her side next to her new friend. She stretched out, and never stopped smiling.

Xiaojun sat with his arms around his knees, and turned his head to look at the girl. The flashlight by his feet illuminated the tent and their bodies.

“I can't sleep,” Xue said, to provide an explanation for her presence.

Her smile suddenly went away, and her gaze became distant. She was leaning on an elbow as she stared straight at Xiaojun's torso, and looked as if she'd suddenly disappeared into a dream world.

Xiaojun didn't say a word, not even when Xue reached out and softly stroke his bare back with her fingertips. She stared at his light skin with a contemplative expression on her face.

The touch felt nice, but it took Xiaojun off guard. An electric sensation rushed through his body, and when it became too much for him to handle, he quickly lay down on his back. Xue immediately retracted her hand.

When he turned on his side to face his guest, she stared back into his eyes. It was an empty yet piercing look, and it hit him straight in the heart.

“Does the forest scare you?” he asked, in an attempt to calm his body and think about something else.

“Not at all,” Xue said. She was suddenly smiling again, as if she'd been waiting for Xiaojun to say something. “I just wanted to spend some more time with you. You don't mind, do you?”

“No,” Xiaojun said.

It was at this moment that he suddenly became aware of the situation. He had grown so accustomed to the girls over the past hours, and was used to non-sexual intimacy with Jia, that it didn’t feel strange that a girl hade come into his tent. Now, however, he realized that she had touched his bare skin, and that the way she locked eyes with him felt different.

There was a spark between them, and Xiaojun suddenly felt excited. Why was she there? The spark had ignited earlier in the evening, and now when he looked at the beautiful girl in his tent, it grew into a small fire.

Xue was quite pretty, and he was already exposing himself to her. She had indeed come to him for a reason, but she’d never imagined that she’d find him half naked when she did. She wanted to touch him further, to explore his body, and Xiaojun seemed to react well to her presence.

“I'm cold,” Xue suddenly said and huddled a little closer. It was an obvious lie, seeing as the air outside was anything but cold, even at this hour. In fact, with two warm bodies inside the small tent, it was already starting to feel unbearably hot.

By now, Xiaojun had caught on. He grabbed the edge of the sleeping bag and held it open, inviting Xue to climb in with him. Her eyes immediately lit up.

For a fleeting moment, she glanced down at Xiaojun's shaved armpit, his nipples, stomach and narrow waist, all the way down to the seam of his pyjama pants that disappeared into the bag. The pants were hanging low, revealing his v-line pointing into them.

Then she crawled inside. Close together, they huddled up inside the bag. Their legs intertwined, their pelvises pressed together, and once Xue had found a comfortable position Xiaojun put his arm around her.

Xue buried her face in his chest, then tilted her head up until heir eyes locked once again. She was feeling anything but cold.

Foreplay starts here…

With his arm around her back, Xiaojun pulled the girl closer. He let his hand rest on her back over her t-shirt. His crotch pressed against her hip, harder and harder as it grew in size.

When Xue felt his boner poking her through his pants, she placed an arm around his naked torso and leaned in for a kiss. To her surprised delight, Xiaojun kissed her back.

They made out for several minutes, hidden away from the outside world. Everything and everyone around them disappeared from their minds, like the world outside the tent seized to exist. Xiaojun's heart beat faster, his boner grew harder, and as their lips and bodies touched the burning flame he felt burst into a blaze.

It was, however, indeed exceedingly hot inside the sleeping bag. When Xiaojun began to sweat, the fabric of the bag felt sticky against his bare skin. It was an unpleasant sensation.

He grabbed the edge of the bag and pulled it down, freeing their upper bodies. The air felt cool as it engulfed his moist skin.

Unrestricted and with a blazing fire inside him, Xiaojun swiftly but gently rolled on top of his lover. Their lips never stopped touching. The air felt even greater when it reaches his back, as did Xue’s hands when she began to feel her way around his warm body.

Leaning on a forearm, Xiaojun's weight pushed down on her. He too began exploring. In between soft kisses he felt Xue up, touching her breasts over the t-shirt. He moved his hips slowly, pressing his boner harder between her legs as they made out.

He was thrilled that she was there, and that she let him touch her like he did. Soon, when he grew more confident about why she had come and what she wanted, his hand found its way inside her shirt.

Xue, who wasn’t wearing a bra, closed her eyes and panted softly when the skinny boy cupped her naked breasts. Xiaojun rubbed his body against hers, and kissed her with a burning passion.

“Do you wanna have sex?” Xue asked. Her tone was sweet and she almost whispered the question.

It was pointless to even ask. Of course he wanted to, if she'd let him.

“Yeah,” Xiaojun whispered back, softly into her ear. With her arms around his shoulders, he leaned in and started kissing her neck.

Xue suddenly pushed at him, motioning for him to get off her. When he did, he was confused by the sudden change of direction. Xue pulled her legs up and climbed out of the sleeping bag, which only disappointed him further.

For a few short seconds, Xiaojun lay there horny and alone. But then he understood. Sitting on her knees, her head touching the wall of the tent, Xue reached into the pocket of her pyjama pants. She smiled at him when she took out a condom and held it up for him to see.

Xiaojun grinned. Yes! he thought to himself. The blaze was suddenly growing out of control.

Xue began to undress before his eyes. He lay on his side and stared wide-eyed at her beautiful body, a faint smile and longing expression on his face.

First, she took off her shirt, exposing the breasts Xiaojun had fondled just moments earlier. They were lit up from the side by the flashlight near his feet, and he couldn't take his eyes off them.

Then, she lay down on her back and stretched out her legs. Slowly, she pulled off her pants.

Finally, once she was completely naked, she looked at Xiajun with a naughty expression. She let his eyes wander all over her body, and thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of him checking her out.

Xiaojun was in awe. His mouth was half open while his eyes took it all in. He eventually fixed his gaze between her legs.

“Damn you're beautiful,” he said.

Xue smiled at him. When she noticed where he was looking, she reached down between her legs and started massaging her clit. She put on quite a show for him.

Happy that everything was working out the way she'd hoped before she had entered his tent, Xue began to squirm for her lover. She fingered herself while moving her hips, a slow and sensual performance. Xiaojun’s stiff dick was throbbing with excitement inside his sleeping bag.

Suddenly, Xue withdrew her fingers and sat back up. Swiftly, she crawled back into the bag with him. Once inside, the kissing quickly resumed.

This time, it was faster and more passionate, as Xue relaxed on her back and an insanely horny Xiaojun leaned in over her. The blaze had now spread from his heart and dick, to every inch of his body.

The condom lay on the ground beside them. Xue reached for it, tilted her head back so she could look her lover in the eye, and held it up.

“Put it on,” she said.

Xiaojun rolled on his back, sat up half way while leaning on his elbows, took the condom from her hand, and unwrapped it above his stomach. When he was done, he put the wrapper aside and reached inside the open bag to take off his pants.

The bag slid down as he shuffled around inside it, and as the two lovers were fighting for the limited space it offered them.

Once the pants were off, Xiaojun's shaft was only barely covered by the sleeping bag. In the light from the flashlight, he hunched forward even further to reach inside.

His expression turned serious as he focused on getting the condom properly on the shaft. Xue, on the other hand, smiled wide and giggled. She looked on with fascination, saw the root of the shaft, and admired Xiaojun's abs working hard to hold his head and upper body raised.

When Xiaojun was finally done, he relaxed and lay down flat on his back. “We'll have to be quiet,” he said and returned his focus to Xue.

She smiled to him reassuringly but didn't say a word. Instead, she placed a hand on his cheek and the kissing resumed.

For a while, neither of them made any move to make use of the condom. Laying side by side, they simply kissed and touched each other's naked bodies.

When Xiaojun reached in between Xue’s thighs, the sleeping bag slid further still down their legs. His bare ass became exposed as he felt his way around her clit and began to finger her.

Xue was horny and wet. When Xiaojun's fingers penetrated her, she opened her mouth and closed her eyes. Saliva was forming by the edge of her lip. This was insanely hot, and she couldn’t wait to feel his throbbing cock inside her.

While he massaged her, Xue wrapped her leg around her lover’s thighs, pressing her pelvis ever tighter against his. Eventually, Xiaojun had to remove his hand as they ran out of space between them.

He moved his hips sideways back and forth, his boner pressing against Xue's thighs and stomach. When she spread her legs a little wider, and wrapped herself a little tighter around him, the moment they were both longing for suddenly happened.

Sex starts here…

Xiaojun opened his eyes wide when the shaft found the opening. As he pushed his pelvis forward, and the head penetrated the hole, the sensation caught him by surprise. It all happened so naturally, and it felt absolutely amazing.

Xue, in turn, suddenly let out a moan. When the throbbing dick slid inside her, she tilted her head back, and Xiaojun began to kiss her neck. She held her arm tight around his back, pressing his chest hard against her breasts.

This prompted Xiaojun to leap on top of her. He rolled her sideways and lifted his ass, only to swiftly push it back down again. Xue spread her thighs further to let him in, wrapped her arms tight around his waist and shoulders, and entangled her legs around his.

The shaft slid deeper inside, and Xiaojun almost stopped breathing altogether. He shut his eyes hard, while slowly continuing to push down further.

“Does it hurt?” he asked.

“No,” Xue said. “It feels good.”

Once the thrilling sensation of the initial penetration had settled, Xiaojun relaxed his body. He began moving his ass up and down, at a slow but steady pace.

To the backdrop of the dark night and faint sounds of the forest, inside the illuminated tent and with Xue’s soft breathing by his ear, Xiaojun buried his face in her hair and neck. He fucked her gently, and occasionally lifted his head to steal a kiss.

Xue lay mostly motionless, periodically caressing his warm back, and lifting her hips for an even deeper penetration. Her breath grew heavier with each lustful thrust.

Despite the slow pace and the sleeping bag having been pushed further down their legs, Xiaojun was sweating profusely. Their hot bodies were squeezed tight together, and his muscles were constantly working to keep the rhythm.

The physical activity amounted to a steamy atmosphere, and as hot as it was outside and as nice as it felt to be free of the bag, the temperature was high within the walls of the cramped tent.

Each time Xue moved her hand across his back, she let it slide a little further. At times, she felt the sticky hair on his neck. Moments later, she'd be tracing his spine with her fingertips, gliding all the way down to his lower back.

As she felt his sweat with the palm of her hand, Xiaojun gradually picked up the pace. Their rocking motion began to make a clasping sound as their wet skins collided.

Xue eventually reached down and let her hand rest on Xiaojun’s ass. She enjoyed the feeling of his cheeks tensing and releasing, tensing and releasing alternately, as he used the muscles in them to move his pelvis up and down. The cheeks felt toned and chiseled one moment, and soft and fluffy the other.

When she touch him like this, a thrill rushed through Xiaojun's body. They been at it for quite some time, and the sex had become monotone, but the blaze was suddenly awakened from a slumber. He rapidly began fucking the beautiful girl harder and harder, faster and faster still.

With his ass in the air, Xiaojun spread his knees to cool his balls and the inside of his thighs. To penetrate her deeper, he placed the weight of his upper body on his hands, and pushed his chest high in the air.

When air flowed between their upper bodies, they both felt a sense of cool relief. Xue too was soaked, though it was unclear if it was her own sweat or his that drenched her body.

With his arms fully stretched, Xiaojun looked down at his lover. Xue's breasts shook below him as the sex became increasingly intense.

She grabbed on to his wrist beside her, and reached down to press harder on his butt cheek. From this angle, Xiaojun's shoulders looked broad when he held his arms wide, towering high above her face.

Xue lifted her head to glance down between her legs. Her eyes followed the path of Xiaojun's chest and stomach, down to his skinny waist which move up and down on top of her.

Each time Xiaojun lifted his ass, the root of his shaft became visible. For a brief moment, Xue envisioned his throbbing cock rubbing against her insides and expanding her clitoris. She moaned quietly while she stared at the shaft going in and out of her wet pussy.

“Mm, you feel so good,” Xue whispered. She shut her eyes hard and let her head fall back down onto the ground.

Xiaojun caught her ferocious expression, and it turned him on even further. He'd been close to an orgasm for a while but had managed to keep it in check.

Xue held him tight around the waist with one hand, and placed the other on his shoulder above her face. As a pleasurable sensation grew inside her, she started to move her own hips with en increasing passion. Faster and faster, until she finally matched Xiaojun's already high tempo.

Suddenly, the sensation reached its full potential. Xue let go of Xiaojun's shoulder and instead began to massage her breasts. She raised her spread knees, and reached back down with one hand to press down on the ass a little harder. Her legs began to move around almost uncontrollably as the ultimate pleasure struck her. It rushed through her body like a freight train.

Xiaojun noticed the change in her, and the sight of her squirming body and sensual movements below him brought him to the edge. He could no longer hold it together.

In the midst of Xue's lasting orgasm, he too exploded. The orgasm was made obvious by an impulsive moan. He grimaced and panted, struggling to keep as quiet as possible as not to let the other girls hear them in the tent.

Sweat was dripping down his forehead when he ejaculated into the condom. His hair was sticky wet, and his ass and lower back were soaked. The shaft kept pushing in and pulling out as he emptied several waves of cum into Xue’s wide open body.

When the climax was over, they both had their mouths wide open, struggling to catch their breaths. Xue stopped massaging her breasts and squeezing the ass, and instead let her legs and arms fall flat on the ground beside them.

Xiaojun, in turn, collapsed on top of her. His body was gliding with ease on her stomach and breasts, and he eventually slid off her altogether. His dick pulled out of her one final time, and fell half-slack, half-hard against his hip.

The sleeping bag had come all the way down to their feet. It lay piled up in the corner next to Xiaojun’s backpack, his pyjama pants still crumpled up inside it.

“Holy fuck,” Xue said, a little too loud for comfort.

By her side, Xiaojun buried his face near her armpit, his lips gently touching the side of her boob. “You’re freaking amazing,” he panted heavily.

“That was some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had,” Xue said. “You made me come.”

Xiaojun snorted. He found the comment amusing. “Hot indeed,” he said. “I don’t think I’ve ever been sweating this much in my life.”

“Not even on stage?” Xue asked.

“Not even on stage. It’s way too hot in here!”

The fire, however, and finally been put out. Once he’d climaxed inside her, Xiaojun was spent both physically and emotionally. The flames ignited by Xue’s sexy body and piercing eyes had left his body, and now all he felt was comfort and satisfaction.

Yet it was that flame that had made the sex so memorable. If it wasn’t for their initial spark, and the blaze it had started inside him, it wouldn’t have been as amazing as it was.

Xiaojun knew this, and he smiled to himself when he thought about how great it felt to just lie there beside Xue, resting his head on her chest and holding her beautiful body. She’d done something incredibile to him, and he had done the same to her.

It was a night he'd never forget.

*****

Xiaojun woke up to the sound of voices outside his tent, as several of the girls had started packing. When he opened his eyes, he saw a different world from the one he’d fallen asleep in.

Everything was bright around him. The flashlight was still on by his feet, but it was hardly noticeable. When contrasted to the sun, it was drowned out by the strong daylight piercing through the sides of the tent.

Xue was still snoring peacefully beside him. The sleeping bag was still in a messy pile by their feet. The sweat on their bodies had dried up, and now she felt smooth and soft to the touch.

Gently, he kissed her breasts to wake her up. When she didn’t respond, he carefully caressed her cheek.

“Hey,” he whispered. “It’s time to wake up.”

Xue opened her eyes. “Morning,” she said and smiled. She yawned, stretched her naked body and rubbed her eyes.

Xiaojun sat up, suddenly feeling a little nervous. What would Jia say to the fact that he’d just had sex with her friend and roommate?

Xue, however, seemed relaxed. When she sat up too, she gave Xiaojun a kiss on the lips.

“Damn,” he said. “I wish you hadn’t done that.”

“Why?” Xue asked.

Xiaojun looked her in the eye and took her hand. He placed it on his chest, where she felt his heart beat fast. Then he led it down, to the hard shaft between his legs.

Xue giggled. “Oh,” she said when she realized what Xiaojun meant. “Damn. I’d better get dressed and leave.”

But they didn’t get any further before the zipper at the front of the tent suddenly came open. Xiaojun immediately panicked on the inside, and for a moment his body froze. Xue quickly pulled her hand away from his boner.

Jia’s head popped in. She had a big grin on her face, and it grew even wider when she saw her two friends sitting completely naked in the tent.

“Morning sweethearts,” she said and laughed. Xiaojun didn’t move a muscle.

“Morning,” Xue said and smiled back.

“We're gonna go for a hike before we leave. I was gonna ask if you want to join, but I guess you have better plans.”

Xue and Xiaojun looked at each other. “We do,” Xue said without hesitating.

“Alright,” Jia responded and winked. “Have fun you guys.”

She quickly left and closed the tent behind her. Once she was gone, Xiaojun and Xue burst out in laughter.

“Come here,” Xue whispered and pulled Xiaojun closer. They kissed, and she reached down to grab his shaft again. Slowly, she began to stroke it.

“I have more condoms in my tent,” Xue continued. “We’ll wait until they’re gone, then I can go get them.”

Xiaojun's heart was racing. What had started as a random encounter was turning into something more, and the spark inside him quickly returned.

“What do we do in the mean time?” he asked and smirked.

“Oh, I can think of a thing or two.”

To the sound of birds chirping and the girls getting ready outside, Xue lay back down on her back, and Xiaojun followed. They made out while she stroke his cock, and he began to explore her body, this time in broad daylight.

As it would turn out, this wasn’t just a one time thing, but the start of a wonderful relationship.

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tuttiwrites · 7 months ago

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A wild fic appears!

Eavesdropper (pt1 of 2)

*Rating: T (maybe very mild T+)

*Kieran and Juliana are 22ish here, and Carmine is 25. Some adult references and wants expressed here, but nothing out of pocket.

CW: Brief mentions of living together & sleeping together; fluffy fluff, pre-proposal jitters, grumpy Kiki misses his Julie

Kieran rolled over on his futon for the eleventh time. He huffed in frustration, feeling the toll his restlessness was taking on him. Sleep was elusive tonight. He glanced up at the clock on the wall, hoping that it was nearly morning.

It was 12:39 AM, about 15 minutes since the last time he’d checked.

He groaned. Of all the nights to spend tossing and turning, it had to be tonight. He flopped over on his back and stared up at the ceiling of his childhood bedroom. Why now? He ran his fingers through his hair and shut his eyes.

It wasn’t the summer heat; his window was open and he’d gone to bed in a light t-shirt and pajama shorts. He preferred the heat to the cold, anyways. He didn’t even mind that his feet stuck out a little from the end of the too-small futon.

It wasn’t jet lag, either. He and Julie had arrived in Kitakami five days ago, and they’d adjusted to the time change quickly, just as they had for the past six years during festival season. It wasn’t from pent-up energy either, that was for sure. They’d kept themselves busy helping with the Festival of Masks since day one, and had gone to bed dead tired every night. He’d spent the better part of the evening hiking up and down Oni Mountain with a tour group, and his body was aching for rest. Yet here he was, still awake and mad about it.

I’d sleep better if Julie were here, he thought grumpily, rolling over with another huff. Kieran pouted, remembering their agreement to sleep in separate rooms during the trip. It was a dumb one, in his opinion, but a necessary one.

Carmine had given them a friendly but firm reminder that things were different back home in Kitakami than they were in Paldea. Julie and Kieran agreed to the arrangement, but not without some grumbling. But regardless of how they felt about it, they were his grandparent’s guests for the week, and they were to abide by their rules. To Grandma and Grandpa, it wasn’t proper for them to room together, not as a young unmarried couple.

Sure, they had an apartment together in Paldea, and they had been living together for six months now – quite happily, he’d add – but no. He knew the neighbors were nosy, and word would spread quickly in a small town about something so scandalous. Heaven forbid they gossip about - gasp! - two consenting adults in love sharing a room.

But he wasn’t bitter about that at all. Not in the slightest.

He buried his face in the pillow. He missed Julie so badly it hurt. She was just downstairs in the guest room, but still, it was the principle of the thing. He was here and she was there, and it felt wrong on so many levels. He sighed heavily into his pillow.

If things worked out like he hoped they would tomorrow, they wouldn’t have to worry about this problem ever again.

Deep down, Kieran knew exactly why he couldn’t sleep. Tomorrow was important, to say the least. Tomorrow, at the same spot he’d asked her to be his girl all those years ago, he’d be proposing to Julie. He’d been waiting for this day for months now, and it was mere hours away from arriving. His mind was a mess of excitement and nervousness, wondering how his plan would play out. He knew in his heart that it’d be just fine, but his mind quietly questioned that confidence.

He sat up, flinging the covers to the side. He needed a reminder of why he was here.

Kieran reached over and pulled his suitcase closer to him. He rummaged around amongst his clean clothes until he finally found what he was looking for. The Butterfree in his stomach stirred up again as his hand closed around the small box. He’d had the same reaction the first time he’d held it a month ago.

He opened the velvet-clad box to inspect the ring inside.

It was simple but elegant engagement ring. Julie wasn’t the type to wear impractical jewelry, anyway. A brilliant garnet sparkled at the center of the ring, flanked by two smaller diamonds. That color held a lot of significance in their relationship. The stone was red like the first candy apple they’d shared as kids, red like the Applins they’d traded to first confess their feelings, and red like her favorite lipstick that always wound up all over his face. Not that he minded in the slightest. The silver band looked delicate, but Olivia had reassured him it was strong enough to last a lifetime. It was perfect for her, and he could barely wait to give it to her tomorrow night.

It had taken everything in him to not blurt out exactly why he had been so cheerful for the past month. Keeping the ring secret had been the hardest part of his plan. Commissioning Kahuna Olivia to make the ring had gone smoothly, and sneaking the ring from the mailbox to his pocket once it arrived from Alola had been a cinch.

No, the hard part was resisting the temptation to give her the ring right away.

The thought of finally calling Julie his wife filled Kieran with a joy he couldn’t put into words. If he hadn’t planned out how he wanted to propose already, he’d have dropped down on one knee the day he got the ring and proposed in their kitchen. As wonderful as that sounded at the time, he wanted to give her a moment she’d never forget, even if it meant waiting a little longer. A month had come and gone since then, and he’d successfully kept his plans to propose a surprise.

But all the same, it felt wrong to keep a secret from her for so long, even a good one. Considering how much damage had been caused in the early years of their relationship by keeping secrets, it was no wonder this situation was causing him so much stress. The two of them had agreed to be open with one another about anything and everything, and up until now, he’d stuck to that agreement.

He smiled, admiring the ring once more before putting it back in its hiding place. He figured she could forgive him, just this once.

Kieran had shoved his suitcase back against his desk when he swore he heard something. It was faint, but he was sure it was a voice. He paused, wondering who else would be up so late tonight. He got up and walked towards the door, listening carefully. Nothing he could make out clearly, but now he was sure there were two voices.

Carefully, he twisted the knob of his door and pulled it open ever so slightly. The conversation was much clearer now, and he recognized the voices right away.

“So, you can’t sleep either, huh?”

“No, not really. Too much on my mind right now.”

“Like what? Is my brother getting on your nerves? If he is-“

“No, nothing like that.”

“Then what is it?”

“Well…I’ve been thinking about the future and…”

“And what?”

Julie’s reply was barely audible. Kieran opened the door a little more. He was invested in this conversation now.

“Have you talked to him about that?” His sister’s tone was gentle. She sounded more sisterly with Julie than she ever did with him.

“Kinda. We’ve talked about it before, but we’ve not made any plans yet.”

“Are you worried he won’t?”

Won’t what? He wondered. A knot formed in his stomach knowing he was making Julie worry. But what was she worried about?

“No, but… well, I don’t know if he thinks I’d say yes if he did.”

“I mean, you’re not wrong. He overthinks everything.”

“But you know I would, Carmine. Right here, right now, if he asked.”

Kieran froze. His eyes darted to his suitcase. That could be arranged.

“I know you would. He better ask you soon. I’m gettin’ tired of him draggin’ his feet.”

Kieran rolled his eyes. Carmine could be a decent actress when she wanted to be. She was the first person he’d shown the ring to, and she knew good and well he’d been planning to propose for a long time now. He had to give her credit though; she hadn’t blown his cover. Yet.

“Do you promise not to tease me if I tell you something?”

A pause. “Depends.”

A sigh. “Alright. So, you know how I’ve been hoping Kieran would propose to me?”

Kieran stood up straighter, a smile forming.

“Yeah?”

“Well… If he doesn’t ask me soon, I’ve…well, I’ve figured out how I want to propose to him.”

Kieran’s jaw dropped. Now this he had to hear. He opened the door further and peered out, just enough for him to see into the upstairs hallway and down the stairs.

It was completely dark, perfect for him to sneak out undetected. He stepped lightly out of his room and towards the staircase. He could hear them clearly now; if he had to guess, they were sitting together outside of Carmine’s room. He figured he could get to the bottom of the stairs without them seeing him.

Slowly, he descended the steps one by one, skipping the fourth squeaky step with care. He listened intently to the conversation down below. He wanted - no, needed - to hear what Julie had to say.

“I swear on my life, I won’t laugh at you. You’ve gotta tell me.”

“Alright.” Julie took in a deep breath, and let out a sigh. “…Carmine, I dunno if I can do this.”

“If it helps, pretend I’m Kieran.” Carmine dropped her voice low and exaggerated her drawl. “You can tell me anythin’, Julie.”

Kieran held back a laugh. He had enough self-worth to take his sister’s jabs in stride now. On occasion, like right now, she was even kind of funny.

Julie giggled. “You’re mean, Carmine.”

“I know, I’m working on that. But for real, how are you gonna do it?”

He heard Julie yawn, then saw her hand pass by as she stretched. She was sitting by the foot of the stairs, dangerously close to him. Kieran sat down in the middle of the staircase. This was close enough for now, he reasoned.

“Ok,” Julie began, “so I want to go back to where he first asked me out. That nice little place with the bench and the lanterns where you can see the whole village below you, y’know?”

“Mhmmm.”

“So, I want to wait until right before the big fireworks finale, and ask him then. It was really romantic how he asked me out like that, and I thought it’d be right to do the same. I don’t have a ring yet or anything, but… I don’t think he’d mind that. I know he’d have one if he asked me, but I’ve never heard of a girl giving a guy a ring. I mean, I want to but… I dunno, is that weird for a girl to want to do that?”

Carmine laughed softly. “No, not at all.”

Kieran agreed. He’d happily take any ring she offered him.

“Good. I love him so much, Carmine. I don’t want to mess this up.”

You won’t, he thought. You could never do that.

“You won’t,” Carmine assured her. “You’re doin’ great so far. Alright, so you’ve got him where you want him, now what?”

“Now I ask him to marry me. I’ve got what I want to say memorized, if you want to hear that.”

It took every ounce of restraint he had for Kieran not to blurt out a yes.

“Sure, go ahead.”

A beat of silence.

“Kieran.”

His heart skipped a beat, half from joy and half from fear. On one hand, hearing her say his name was the most beautiful sound in the world. On the other…crap, had Julie seen him?

If she had, she didn’t say so. Instead, she moved on with her proposal.

“Kieran, I want to let you know that my life is so much better with you in it. I’m glad we met, and I’m glad you’ve stayed by my side all these years. The good times are better with you, and the bad times are easier when we’re together. These have been the best years of my life. And…I want every day to be like that. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, if you’ll have me. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is…Kieran, will you marry me?”

Kieran knew his answer. He wanted to scream it from the rooftops. Well, he wanted to do more than that, truthfully. He wanted to scoop her up into his arms and give her the most passionate kiss he could give. He wanted to run upstairs, grab her ring, and rush down the stairs into her arms. If they had been alone, he wouldn’t have minded starting the honeymoon early.

But now wasn’t the time to think about himself.

As impatient as he was, he had to wait. She didn’t know he was here listening in to their conversation, which wasn’t exactly romantic. He’d cause more harm than good surprising her now. She’d be shocked and probably embarrassed to know he’d overheard something she hadn’t been ready to share with him yet. He couldn’t do that to her. Not to the love of his life.

This eavesdropping habit of his nearly ruined his life once, he thought, feeling the guilt creep up on him. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.

“So…what do you think? Think he’ll say yes?”

Kieran smiled. I know I will.

A wet sniffle broke the silence.

“Carmine, are you ok?”

“Yeah, just…” Another sniffle. “Hooh, ok. That was really good.”

“It was?” Julie sounded hopeful.

“Yeah. I mean damn, I’d marry you after all that.”

A sudden flash of jealousy overtook Kieran’s rational thoughts. No, MY Julie. It was a childish reaction, sure, but it was true. The sleep deprivation was getting to him.

“Well, that’s a big compliment. Thank you, and thank you again for listening.”

“No problem. He better marry you, or I’m gonna have something to say about that.”

No worries, Sis, he thought. If he had his way, they’d be running to the altar right now. He stifled a yawn, feeling the day catching up with him all at once. Or maybe that could wait until morning.

“I’m headin’ on to bed. We’ve got another tour group at the tea house in the mornin’, and I’ve gotta be up bright an’ early.”

“Me too. They’ve got me scheduled for a showcase battle with Ponpon at 11.”

“G’night Julie.”

“Goodnight, Carmine.”

Kieran considered his own schedule. The last hiking tour up Oni Mountain would start at 7 AM, thoughtfully scheduled to avoid the blistering summer heat. He grimaced at the thought of getting up before sunrise. It’d be tough to put on his cheery tour guide persona while running on six hours of sleep, but he’d try his best. Thank goodness it was the end of the festival tomorrow.

And, he thought with a smile, it’d be the end of a very long wait.

He made his way silently up the stairs and back to his room, feeling the exhaustion quickly overtake him. But now, at least, he could sleep with his mind at ease.

Tomorrow was going to be a good day.

Author’s note: Part 2 inbound hopefully soon! Thank y’all for your patience. Also, there’s a reason I chose a garnet for the ring, aside from the obvious color associations. I’m curious if you all can guess why. :)

Thank you again!

-Kay

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foxes-that-run · 1 year ago

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2021 Haylor Timeline

Timeline Tag, or years 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023 and 2024.

2 January - Harry at Jeffs wedding with OW. Holding hands at wedding photos - the Paparazzi Clint and his partner follow Olivia to a hotel in Santa Barbara. He later does an hour long podcast on following them and explains he then realised Harry was there and takes photos. After a few phone calls, the two photographers discover rumors of a romantic relationship between Harry and Olivia. 10 minutes later, photographed them together. in Nanny tell all Nanny said Olivia was still texting Jason to say she loved him, that Olivia was pretending to not have service. Nanny found out she was at the wedding online.

3 January - walking with OW in Santa Barbara

4 January - Harry hike in LA

15 January - Ted Lasso Season 2 starts filming London, in Nanny Tell all nanny said that Ted confronted her on the plane there about her telling Olivia that Jason had been crying and not coping. Jason then offered the Nanny a life coach to get info out of her and they were attending therapy with the Nanny.

18 January - Coney Island released as a single.

14 February Olivia at Harry’s LA house with luggage. Don't worry Darling filming wraps. On the 21st Taylor Lover tour cancelled.

16 February - E News Harry and OW fly to London together. DWD wraps, Harry OW cast photo

20 February - OW near Jason Sudeikis /her kids London house

6 March - Oliva posts photo of Branston Beans from Harry's Kitchen, the curtains can be seen. Lockdown laws mean she should not have been able to travel there and was bragging about it and posting inside his house.

10 March Instead of congratulating Harry on the nomination Zayn posted “F the Grammys”

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15 March -Talk at the Grammys, Taylor and Harry part of small group of attendees. Harry goes over to Taylor and they are polite, Harry seems a little awkward and says “well it was nice to see you”. He keeps looking at her during his acceptance speech for record of the year.

Taylor wrote High Infidelity and WCS with Aaron Dessner while in LA for the Grammy's, when she saw Harry & J Mayer.

Niall and Liam congratulate Harry on his Grammy win, Zayn and Louis do not.

31 March - architect of Harry’s Erskine House renovations posts photos of the interior to their website. It has a black, wood pale grey palette with pink stairs

13, -25 April - OW with Harry london

April 27 - Joe leaves UK to Belfast to film.

May 11 - HS & TS both at Brit awards (the 26th was a blood moon)

May - Harry’s bassist since HS1, Adam Pendergast, leaves love band (date from his LinkedIn)

20 May - Harry and Olivia dinner at Refuel Bar & Restaurant at The Soho Hotel. ET Rumours Joe and Taylor engaged.

15 June - Harry seen with fans wearing Apollo eleven tshirt

21 June - Harry wrapped My Policeman in Italy, started in Feb. Released 1 September 2022. Holiday in Italy

2 July - renegade released

3 July - Harry at England v Ukraine game Italy

8 July - Harry and Olivia on yacht and in Italy

26 July - Charlotte Clarke (Harry’s backup singer) said she was let go and doesn’t understand why. won’t be on HSLOT

28 July - Taylor posts for folklore' anniversary, "It’s been one year since we escaped the real world together and imagined ourselves someplace simpler." with a photo from Donegal Ireland. Heavily TTPD coded with Victorian gown, like the Betty speech’s on eras tour and lakes (poets), two coffee cups too, was it already a double album?! Coffee also as in the end of the Karma MV. Joe posted photos from the same trip on July 22nd

9 August - 26 August Harry in studio maybe mixing Harry's House in the behind scenes photos here you can see outfits he wore in LA on these dates.

4 September – 22 July 2023 - Love on Tour, Harry has a new bassist Elin Sandberg

7 September - Taylor in Belfast visiting Joe. Red TV entirely recorded at Kitty Committee Belfast UK (her home)

9 September - Taylor at Toronto Film Festival and to premiere all too well

11 September - Harry at Toronto Film Festival to premiere My policeman, talks about wasted time being the worst thing in presser

17 September - wildest dreams TV released, TikTok about recording Red TV and a glitch. Harry and Olivia in Phili with Xander, max and family

May 11 - HS & TS both at Brit awards (the 26th was a blood moon)

May - Harry’s bassist since HS1, Adam Pendergast, leaves love band (date from his LinkedIn)

May 24 - Joe and Taylor together in Paris

3 June - Harry OW her parents London

21 June - Harry wrapped My Policeman in Italy, started in Feb. Released 1 September 2022.

30 June - H Holiday in Italy

2 July - renegade released

8 July - Harry and Olivia on yacht and in Italy

13 July - Jason sudokis GQ that he still doesn’t know why they broke up and it ended in November 2020. Harry mentioned.

14 July - HSLOT announced for September

26 July - Charlotte Clarke (Harry’s backup singer) said she was let go and doesn’t understand why. won’t be on HSLOT

7 August - OW and Harry had guests at house, Harry has moustache and greets someone.

9 August - 26 August Harry LA in studio maybe mixing Harry's House in the behind scenes photos here you can see outfits he wore in LA on these dates. Walking with Olivia 19 August

31 August - Taylor and Joe hiking Franklin Canyon

4 September – 22 July 2023 - Love on Tour, Harry has a new bassist Elin Sandberg. OW at first show.

7 September - Taylor in Belfast visiting Joe. Red TV entirely recorded at Kitty Committee Belfast UK (her home)

9 September - Taylor at Toronto Film Festival and to premiere all too well

10 September - Harry golfing in Dallas

11 September - Harry at Toronto Film Festival to premiere My policeman, talks about wasted time being the worst thing in presser

17 September - wildest dreams TV released, TikTok about recording Red TV and a glitch. Harry and Olivia in Phili with Xander, max and family

18 September - Harry seen with Olivia near her parents in DC before show there

22 September - first heart kiss since 2018! St Paul - Falling, with Two Ghosts intro (4:31). Then again weekly till the end of the year

25 September - Taylor London Lena's wedding.

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29 September - & 1 Oct Harry played Nashville and wore a white satin outfit, he played with his rings while performing Beautiful. Harry plays To Be so Lonely for 9 shows then never again, including Nashville N2 and NY. In Nashville looks up. OW at shows

3 October - OW parents at HSLOT but she is in LA.

9 October - Harry in Florida dinner

13 October - fan sends to DM that they saw Harry, no OW at Pittsburgh cathedral of learning with “more police and security than I knew existed” wouldn’t have recognised him if it wasn’t for them.

16 October - Harry wore “all things must pass” hoodie NYC OW walked awkwardly holding him. One security person.

22 October - one more photo of Taylor and joe in the bathroom leaked (the proper selfie), photos from 2016 leaked in 2020

25 October - Harry seems to be in a bad mood when he first goes on stage in Boston, also wearing no rings. Heart kiss in Falling, OW there and not seen with him until harryween in a week.

26 October - Taylor posts TikTok "Autumn Lovers RISE" as a reenactment of a 27 September 2017 Tumblr post. She writes lyrics to ATW "just between us did the love affair maim you" "and Plaid stuff and ankle boots" she's wearing a skirt but says 'stuff' plaid shirts and ankle Chelsea boots is Harry in 2011-2013. And "Maroon/Hunter Green" The ATW move included a book coming out 13 years later about the love affair.

30 October - Harry dressed as Dorothy at harryween MSG NY, Olivia as Dolly Parton posted photos with exercise bike and boobs. Olivia left for LA.

31 October - Moon Harryween Harry played MEDICINE!! For the first time since 2018

1 November - rumors Harry and OW fighting

10 November - heart kiss in falling. Tumblr anon said about OW “I was working at the venue in Sacramento when he played during LOT. Her backstage privileges were revoked after the show prior to that...which was..I think...Portland. Our backstage security was instructed to not allow her backstage under any circumstances. She didn't even arrive to the venue with him. From what I understood from Sacramento through the end of that tour her security access was no more than say..contest winners..radio personalities etc. I was shocked at the time that they lasted another year since there was clearly trouble in paradise.”

11 November - Harry has a bruise on his back I. Love on tour backstage photo

12 November - Red TV released Harry wears red in his show on the 11th. All Too Well Short Film premiere Dylan O'Brien (who is in ATW film) is included in this footage of Austin and Dylan cheering when Jack plays Question..? in the Studio. Appears on Fallon and says she easter eggs 3 years in advance in reference to ATW.

16 November - Pleasing launch with Harry on bike photo on cover of Dazed

17 November – Taylor leaves NYC for Panama to go see Joe. Taylor posts a drunk TikTok from Panama. On the 20th she went to the national theater and leaves on the 22nd. Joe stays and films. Midnights written while gone

21 November - Last time Taylor is photographed in public for 3 months is the SNL performance for All too Well

25 November Rolling Stone noted the Haylor call and response “the long-running songwriting badminton between her and Harry Allegedly is pop call-and-response the way it ought to be”

28 November- 13 December Harry MIA. after his shows. OW seen alone in LA

1 December Taylor wore Gucci lion ring to Zoe’s kravitz birthday throwback photo shared day after YLM date identified by Jack.

5 December - You're losing me written. Love on Tour in Buenos Aires

28 December - Harry and OW Italy. Fans post they saw them Hampstead NYE, no photos.

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