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kpopcrockpot · 3 years ago

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Making Out With Victon (headcanons)

NSFW mentions/language, 18+ only!

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Seungwoo

Confidence meets passion

Seungwoo usually initiates a good makeout on a whim

You shoot him a look and it hits him like a brick, or, he’s had long day and just wants to clear his mind

Or maybe you just look extra nice that day

He’ll walk over, smiling confidently at you, and grabs your face to kiss you firmly

He’s very good at turning himself into a distraction, and you’ll abandon whatever task you were doing

The man immediately needs you straddling him, like he’ll die if you don’t

That said, he’s the most likely of the group to escalate a makeout session into something a little more...gratifying

Maybe he holds you by the hips, using your body to put pressure on himself

He loves running his hands up your back, under your shirt, while you grind on him

A little groan escapes him when you tug at his hair, but he doesn’t stop

Because he’s a really good kisser, and he knows it

He really likes it when you squeeze at his biceps, because he prides himself on his fitness and he likes knowing that you notice it too

And if you both come just from grinding? Whoops lol

You’ll just change clothes, put on a movie, and probably make out some more

Seungsik

Passionate but gentle, and is anyone surprised?

Has the softest lips, sorry I don’t make the rules

It’s cool if you straddle him or if he’s lying between your legs

But Sik’s favorite is when you rest your legs over the tops of his so that you’re sideways in his lap, comfy and warm on the couch

He can rest an arm around your waist and cup your face with his free hand

Most likely to talk in between kisses, in a soft whisper, with love in his eyes

“You’re the most beautiful.” “I love you so much.” “I’m so happy you could come over.”

He doesn’t need to mark you or tease you at all to enjoy your time together

Seungsik exists only in the moment, drinking in every detail

His hands are slow and gentle wherever they land, but usually one of them is by your face

If the kissing gets more urgent, he’ll slide a hand along your neck and into your hair, tugging so gently that it’s almost a massage

Even his tongue swiping across your lips feels like an action full of love and care

But you’re eventually overtaken by the excitement, the exhilaration of the sheer closeness, and the kiss gets more intense

Seungsik brings you back down to Earth every once in a while, sliding his thumb between your mouths and tracing your lips as he pulls away to breathe

Just watching how they’re parted for him, and being in disbelief that he can kiss them whenever he wants

Chan

Most likely to secretly be a master at making out

He knows how to kiss you just the right way to make you breathless

Once he’s comfortable with you, he gets bold about initiating

Even if you’re minding your business sitting next to him, all it takes is for him to reach over and touch your jaw to make you look at him

He closes the distance in seconds, covering your mouth with his own

If you respond positively, his hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you in a bit more firmly

After Seungsik, he’s the most likely to not use tongue right away

There are other ways to make a kiss more intense, and he likes to build up to it

Slow, deliberate movements where he’s gauging your reaction

Firmly pressing his lips to the soft skin of your neck, tilting your chin up with the same hand on your jaw

Probably bites when he’s worked up bc he gets ahead of himself

If you suck in a sharp breath when his teeth meet your skin, he stops right away and looks at you with wide eyes

If you tell him to do it again, he smiles and does as he’s told

If kissing you dizzy is a game, then he’s winning

Sejun

We all know by now that Sejun is a hot mess, and notoriously clumsy

For this reason, he’s okay with you taking control during makeouts

He’ll let you tip him onto his back, totally gleeful to be ridden

Neck kisses neck kisses neck kisses

Doesn’t matter if it’s giving or receiving, somebody’s mouth better be on somebody’s neck

He’s definitely the one that’s most likely to get handsy right away

Fingers searching up your sides while you’re kissing, or holding your ass

Sejun can be mischievous at times, so he probably enjoys inconveniencing you with his kisses

Kissing the side of your neck while you’re working, or (more often) stealing ingredients while you’re cooking

There have been at least two occasions of something burning on the stove while you and Sejun make out on the counter nearby

RIP the cookies you were baking, but you can’t say no to Sejun and he knows it

His favorite thing is when you run your hands down his front, nails catching lightly on the fabric of his shirt

It sends tingles down his spine and just eggs him on even more

If you have to leave for work, or push him away so he can go to practice, he pouts until you promise to kiss him some more when you’re both home again

Hanse

Besides Seungwoo, Hanse is the most likely to escalate a makeout session quickly, whether intentionally or not

He’ll hold you to the kiss with a hand firm on the back of your neck, and the other on your ass or thigh

Little nips at your lower lip, squeezing any bare piece of skin he can reach

His boldness only spurs on your own, giving you the confidence to be adventurous

He shivers the first time you catch his piercing between your teeth and tug on it gently

The look Hanse gives you is dark, but his hands tighten on your waist in a clear signal: do it again.

Each time you do it, he squeezes at you harder

But the little groans escaping him are like music, so you don’t stop

He leaves finger-shaped bruises on your thighs, and they hurt in the best way

Let’s be honest, makeouts with Hanse usually end up turning into more nsfw activities

You’re a pair of chronic hedonists, chasing that good feeling together

But even if all you do is makeout, there’s still something satisfying about it

Cause Hanse is hot, and he knows how to make you feel hot, too

Byungchan

This sweet precious dude is just happy to be there

Probably likes to lay on top of you, between your legs, just for the extra closeness of it

Plus he very much enjoys being taller than you, and this position only adds to it

Most likely to giggle if you bump noses, or if your hair gets in his mouth

But his hands are steady on your waist, giving gentle squeezes

He will whine at you if you suck too harshly on his neck

But has no problem making you whine, too

Don’t let his goofy, clumsy demeanor fool you--he’s absolutely marking you up

Man’s a Scorpio after all

He gets a kick out of making it evident that you’re with him, especially if it’s a hickey in a place that will be difficult to cover up

Making out doesn’t have to end a certain way for him--he just likes being close to you

He does tend to get distracted during regular activities, though

So you’ve had to rewind a few movies to actually watch them, because Byungchan derailed Movie Night with his puppy eyes and pretty lips

He’s a loveable disaster, so you’ve inevitably been caught making out at the dorms

Neither of you will ever live it down, but oh well

Have you seen the man? It’s worth it

Subin

Subin’s brand of kissing: Little Shit meets Confident King

He’s got no problem initiating a makeout session, but he enjoys it more when you come to him first

He loves it when you put yourself in his lap, because it makes him feel like a man

More importantly, it reminds him that you want him, and he feels so lucky every time you drape yourself over him

Teases you with his lips because he knows he can get away with it

You know, moving back when you go to kiss him, smirking as you pout

And it makes you chase after his mouth with your own, which boosts his ego even more

Pulls your hair so he can get to your neck, instead of just asking you to move, because he’s rude like that

If you get too eager in the kiss, he’d bite your lip with a smirk just to let you know he’s amused by your enthusiasm

Getting even more smug when you start shifting in his lap, because he knows you want him and that makes him feel like he’s ten feet tall

Probably the kind of guy that would take your underwear after a quickie and keep them in his pocket for the rest of the day

You’ll get them back that night, but not until after he makes you work for it

Dangling them over your head, he only hands them back to you after demanding a kiss, which you give him with a roll of the eyes as he grins smugly

#victon #victon writing #victon headcanons #victon hcs #my writing #seungwoo #seungsik #hanse #byungchan #heo chan #chan #sejun #subin #kpop

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aleksadnezz · 3 years ago

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Sweet Night 5

Jae x Reader

“I’m sorry.” I said while still damping the tissue on his wet hoodie.

“It’s okay. What were you saying again?” He took the tissue from me and he do it on his own.

“Oh I was just gonna ask if you are?” I raised my lanyard to show the keychain to him. His small eyes widen when he saw it.

“How did you now?” He asked. So it’s true??? OMG!!!! My lips formed a big smile. I can’t believe, I’m going to tell it to Ara she would be excited.

“I saw your stuff animals’ collection.” I said cheerfully and pointed his shelves.

He looked at It and returned his eyes on me. He still looked confused so I tried to explain what I mean.

“I actually have a friend, she gave me this and she told me it’s a merch from a kpop group, you have the same so I assumed that you are..” He looked at me waiting me to continue speaking. I can clearly see the nervousness from his eyes. He might think that I’ll tell to other people what I know.

“You are a fan too.”

“Please don’t tell it to other people-“

We spoke at the same time but I heard what he said. He softly laughed and scratched the back of his nape.

“Yeah.. that’s right.. I’m a fan too.” He shyly said.

“Don’t worry I won’t say it.” I said, now I’m hesitating if I’m gonna share this to Ara. I bet she would be happy if I told her that I have a fanboy friend. It’s still weird for me to have a neighbor that is my friend too because I’m not that friendly. What in a bigbang theory is this, except that we’re both introverts and he don’t have a Sheldon.

“Uh have you seen or heard anything about that group?” He suddenly asked. I shook my head.

“Nah. I only know that they’re one of the kpop groups.” I said. I heard him laughed so I looked at him. “Why?”did I said something wrong?

“Nothing. I think they’re more of a kband than a kpop but that’s okay.” He explained. I know nothing about any of that but I like bands for sure I would like them. I almost forgot about the group that Ara said to me earlier, I’ll try to listen to them maybe I would like them too, the thing is I forgot their group name, I’ll just ask Jae if he knows it.

“By the way you know a kpop group that has kids in their name?”

“Stray Kids?”

“Yeah! that’s right, Stray Kids.”

“You like them?”

“Not really I’ll just start listening to them actually.” He nodded. “My friend will bring me to their concert so..”

“Really? That’s awesome.”

“You can come too. I will tell to my friend.” I suggest. Since he’s a fan too might as well invite him to their concert. “Have you attended a concert before? Because I haven’t” I laughed.

“Yeah I’ve been into some concerts, I perform there.” He said the last words under his breath so I didn’t hear it clearly.

“Ha?” I asked but he only shook his head and smiled at me.

“I’ll try to join you with your friend in the concert.”

“Cool!! I’d let you know..” I said. I wonder if he has other socials, but I still don’t know how his name spelled so it’s hard to find him. “Anyway, I think my job here is done so I’m now gonna head out. I have to feed the cat.”

We walked over his opened door. Before I turn and bid him goodbye he spoke.

“How’s Minnie by the way. I haven’t seen her.” He said. Of course you haven’t, you didn’t leave your room for a week.

“She eats a lot and whines a lot. So if you heard her in the middle of the night please don’t knock on my door.” He let out a smiley laugh where I can see his pearly white teeth and the disappearance of his eyes.

“It’s a cute cat. I won’t get mad.” He assures.

“I’ll keep that in my mind.” I raised my finger and pointed my head. I glance at his stretched lips, and that smile. what? I didn’t say that.

Today is Friday and I got off from work extra early. When this happens usually Ara and I would go to mall to window shop or I just accompany her but today she told me that she has something to go to. Also, I didn’t tell Ara about Jae yet, maybe soon if he agrees to come with us to the concert.

I went straight home after my shift so I can go to market. Minnie is running out of cat food supply and I’m running out of food too. I also want to have a chill night where I’d lay on my bed while I watch sum movies. I quickly changed my polo into a shirt and sweats. I wore the glasses that I only wear when I use my computer or phone. I went in front of my mirror to check myself. I stared at my reflection for a long time trying to examine what seems weird. Was it my face? I don’t have dirt on my face and I don’t look tired either. It’s the clothes. I look like Jae. Sweats and glasses, I look comfy as heck.

I don’t want to spend time just to change so I’ll just ignore that I accidentally dressed up as my neighbor, as if that I would bump into him today, I barely see that guy. I carry my tote bag with my phone and wallet in it, and I wore my slides. I left my apartment and locked it.

“You’re going out too?”

I jolted when I heard a voice. Speaking of my neighbor, in fact I don’t even have to turn around just to know who it is. Still, I turned around to face him.

“Yeah, just grocery and you?” Thank g he’s wearing a black hoodie while mine’s gray.

“I need to pick up something.” He said while he’s locking his door.

“Where do you grocery shop?” He asked. I waited him so we can walk together.

“Emart.”

“My way is also there; do you want a ride? I already booked a grab.” He showed me his phone with the said grab. I mean free ride? Of course I do.

“Sure.” The lift opens so we enter. From 15 floor going to ground floor is a long ride so I made myself busy by observing every single thing that I see here inside the lift. When we entered there are already sum people inside, 2 guys and a couple who can’t keep their hands off each other. Not that I’m judging them, but from what I can see, what they’re doing considered PDA already. Hugging, laughing and teasing like there’s no tomorrow.

I don’t know if those guys are annoyed too and just trying to ignore them or maybe it’s just only me. I glanced to Jae to see what he’s doing, looks like he’s not bothered at all. His left hand slipped inside the pocket of his pants; other hand is on his phone.

Another person entered the lift. I moved backwards so she can have space. The couple moves backwards too so they’re now standing beside me, I can even feel her bag nudging my arm but I tried to ignore it. Within a hot minute her arm hit my side causing me to bumped Jae. I looked at the couple as calm as I can possibly can.

“I’m sorry miss.” “sorry miss.” They both said in union.

“It’s okay.” I said calmy and showed my nicest smile. I want my afternoon to be chill and stress free plus I may see them again I want to protect my pure reputation as a good neighbor. Suddenly I felt a hand on my elbow that slowly pulled me closer to him. I felt an electric shock that send shivers all over my body. I stood frozen next to him because of how close we are. I can even smell his perfume, it’s like a mixture of fresh fruity and baby powder. I wonder where he bought it.

He let go of my arm when we reached the ground floor. We walked towards the entrance of the building but I stayed walking behind him. He looked back at me and stopped walking so I can catch up with him. When we got out the building, we can see that there’s a car already waiting. Jae made me get on first and I thought that he would sit beside the driver but he sat next to me.

It’s rush hour already and we we’re caught by traffic. I stared outside the car window like I always do when I commute. There’s time where I’m channeling my main character vibes when I look outside the window. None of us is taking and the sound from the cardio radio playing sum R&B soul songs was the only noise. Jae was busy scrolling through his phone, though I don’t want to bother him but I feel like I should speak.

“So where are you heading to?” I blurted out. I tried not to look at him directly so I stared at the driver’s seat.

“Somewhere near the TBD Company”

“Isn’t that where most celebrity’s hangout or sumthin?” I’ve never been into that area and I know that, that place is one of the richest districts.

“Well not all because I go there all the time.” He said before he turned off his phone and looked at me.

“Have you ever bumped to a celebrity?” I asked. For sure he had at least once, especially when he said that he have been there a lot.

“Just some of them. I’ve always seen Mark Tuan in a coffee shop that I go to, you know him?” Is he kidding? I think he’s the only famous person that I could remember that Ara ever told me. She showed me a video clip of him dancing and I think I forgot to breathe for a sec, plus he got the cutest smile. I must admit that prolly have a thing for people’s smile.

“You mean the very good-looking guy?” I said in awe and he laughed at my reaction. Well, I only said what know is true.

“Yeah, that very good-looking guy.” He said casually as if that he knows him but he’s still laughing. Wait if he seen some celeb then he might have seen his Kpop Idols.

“How about your favorite Kband? Day6?” I’m honestly just guessing, but I believe most of the company’s are located there so assume that they work there. Instead of answering me he let out a fake cough.

I immediately understood what he’s trying to say so I leaned to him and whispered. “Okay I won’t mention in public that you’re a Kpop fan.”I assure him. I find it funny that he’s getting conscious and shy about other people knowing that he’s a fanboy.

“No actually.. yeah alright, I’ll just take that.” Yeah, whatever Jae. I looked outside and saw that we’re almost near the market, I turned to Jae and poked him.

“You can drop me off here.” He nodded.

“Mr. can you pull over to the next street.” Jae said.

“Thank you for the ride Jae.”

“No worries, what time you will be done?”

“I don’t know I may take a while.” I may take a while since I don’t have a grocery list so I’ll prolly have to go to every aisle to remember all the stuff that I needed, a life hack that I learned when I started living on my own.

The driver pulled the car off the road. I turned to Jae before I opened the door.

“Thank you again.” I said and he smiled. I opened the door and got off the car. I waited for them to leave before I enter the market.

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annashittyglasses · 4 years ago

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Attack on Stoners

Aot characters and what they’re like when they’re high.

A/N: happy 4/20, to those who participated, hope it was a good day! Modern!AU setting.

CW: heavy drug use. Marijuana.

Master list

Eren

It’s his hobby

Super chill tho.

Will always smoke out his friends

Either sits in a dark quiet room in silence

OR sits in a dark room listening to trippy music

Literally minds his damn business. That and he’s most likely in another dimension to even have a reason to fight with anyone.

His thoughts are coherent, but when he speaks, it’s straight up a made up language.

Mumbles a lot to himself about god knows what.

Armin

He talks so much

He doesn’t really know his limits

He’s greened out a couple times

Has cried a few times

His body goes limp when he’s high.

His eyes glass over

Watching planet documentaries when he’s high breaks him every time.

Like think of the old Dell PC error message

Mikasa

Always paranoid about Eren

Mom-kasa

Definitely keeps to herself

Will randomly look at Pinterest every now and then

She likes being warm so she’ll always be wearing something comfy when she smokes. Especially her scarf

Even though it doesn’t seem like she is, but she is actively listening to everyone.

Always has to check in on Armin.

Never has really enjoyed a high before. Even though she is high, she is more focused on the wellbeing of Armin and the whereabouts of Eren.

Will probably just take two hits. She knows her limits very well.

Levi

Surprisingly talks a lot

Def feels a bit more open with people

Very chill

Likes listening to Tame Impala

When Erwin looks at him. He will start to geek.

Has a strict no staring policy. Bc he will geek. And the cadets have never seen him laugh or smile.

When he catches himself about to lose it. He’ll wave his hand in front of his face and says “and scene”

He actually doesn’t even think about cleanliness when he’s high. If something is dirty he makes that a tomorrow problem.

This man sLEEEEEPs after a good smoke. Bc he doesn’t really remember his nightmares and dreams when he wakes up.

Actually enjoys being with everyone. But just doesn’t physically show it.

He HATES being touched in the slightest when he’s high. That’s the one thing that freaks him out.

Screams if he’s touched.

Erwin

Very confused

Can’t tell if he’s actually high or not

Reality definitely begins to blur

Sits in silent, deep thoughts.

Swears he hears music when it’s silent

Slowly looks over to Levi and just grins

Will occasionally start laughing for no reason bc he’s thinking of something funny.

The concept of time trips him out. If he comes out of a deep thought he’ll ask what time it is.

Once he realizes only 3 mins have passed, his mind is blown.

Definitely keeps himself together. Thinks about his composure more than he needs to.

Hange

Writes in their notes app about their experiences

Has a list of weed, the strain, and experience every time they smoke

Asks other people very philosophical questions

Asks Levi a ton of questions, which he ignores

They’ll bring up funny memories of their time with Levi and Erwin.

Loves playing fun games. Like truth or dare.

Has other people do things for them bc they’re too tired to even move.

Loves to be on the couch. Then just letting their head fall back on the cushion and close their eyes.

Just give them airpods and they will stop talking....eventually.

Connie

Everyone knows when he’s high.

Very chaotic

Super out of pocket comments

Writes down snack ideas for Sasha to try

Literally says the funniest things

If someone asks how he’s doing, he’ll just text an out of context meme to the group text as a response

There is not and never will be a single adjective to even describe Connie while he’s high

Sasha

Just giggles to herself

She’s just lost in her own made up world in her head

Eats literally everything

She’ll even order everyone UberEats and pay for it.

Always has Snapchat open on the filters and will take pics of anyone. No one is safe.

Literally has to do everything one step at a time if someone asks her to do something.

She’s actually quite mobile when she’s high. A little more on the high functioning side believe it or not.

Reiner

The first time he smoked, he had a spiritual experience.

Like the moment he ripped the bong, another realm inside his head just opened up.

He literally disassociates half way through a conversation. Then would pick it back up where he left off 10mins later.

He’s literally all over the place. But tries to act cool and like he’s done it before

Has a staring problem

Says a lot of “whoa dude,” “that’s fucking crazy,” “wild.”

Will just casually say, “...so anyways, I’m the armored titan and he’s the colossal.” As he points over to Bertolt.

Bertolt

Made him anxious when he first tried it

He didn’t really want to smoke. But naturally Reiner handed him the pipe and lit it for him

He sits in absolute silence.

Then all of a sudden you just hear “whoa”

His eyes get so red.

He ain’t subtle.

He’ll tap Reiner’s leg every time he starts to trip

He’s always on the verge of tears when he’s peak high

Everything around him is in slow motion.

Always on high alert that Reiner will say something he’s not supposed to bc he’s the armored titan and Bertolt is the colossal

Jean

Will act like he’s the coolest guy in the room. Always feels like he has to one up people.

Acts like he smokes all the time, brags about it, but they all know that’s a lie.

Connie will call him out on his bullshit

Literally has no idea how to smoke. He has no idea what he’s doing.

The only thing he’s ever had that was remotely close to weed was a CBD edible.

Will always try to bug Eren, but Eren does nothing bc he’s just trying to vibe.

After a while, once his ego cools down, he’s actually pretty enjoyable to be with.

He’s funny, easy to talk to, asks questions, and actually engages in conversations.

Likes having music playing in the background, but not too loud so everyone can talk.

He gets really into the science and art of wine tasting. He rants about it for 45mins.

Really likes the storytelling camping vibes and love hearing and telling stories about their time in the survey corps

At some point he goes on tinder

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ushijimaenthusiast · 3 years ago

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oiten birthday fic/date night

[ao3]

Satori is so good at reading his boyfriend that he doesn’t even open his mouth before Satori is tightening the arm around his shoulders and leaning in, whispering, “Chill, babe. It’s fine.”

Tooru’s back straightens as he gives Satori a side-eyed glare. “You don’t even know what I was going to do.”

Satori just grins, shuffling them a little further in line. “Sure I do. You were gonna talk shit.”

If possible, Tooru’s glare turns even more vicious.

“They deserve it. If I don’t say something, they’ll just think it’s okay to keep doing it.”

“But are they really worth your time? I’m not bothered by it, so you shouldn’t be.”

“But you should!” Tooru’s shout draws a few glances their way, but he’s so heated he doesn’t even notice. Satori doesn’t care. “They’re being fucking rude and should be put in their place because if not they’ll continue to do the same thing and it could be towards someone who’s not as strong as you are.”

Satori’s smile falters a little at that, unused to such a compliment, but it’s all the hesitation Tooru needs before he’s spinning around to the couple in the opposite line who’ve been giving them dirty looks since they walked in the door. Satori’s not sure if it’s because of the way they’re dressed (Satori in comfy sweats and a tattered hoodie and Tooru decked out in his tightest pants and crispest button-up), or if it’s because someone as hot as Tooru is practically clinging to someone like Satori. Either way, Satori has learned to ignore such looks, but Tooru hasn’t.

He’s not used to how judgmental and negative people can be just for how one looks. He’s never been ostracized or called dirty names for the way he dresses or for acting too weird in public. He’s always been a prim and proper sort of boy, someone who uses words to sort things out instead of hiding behind a hand. Satori doesn’t fault him for feeling protective and wanting to set things right; he just wishes it was warranted.

“It’s not like we ever even said anything,” the woman butts in, knowing Tooru is about to attack. Her voice is high and nasally, and it instantly grates on Satori’s nerves.

“You didn’t have to. Your face reads Judgmental Bitch to anyone looking at you.”

She sputters as a few chuckles rise around them. Her partner looks too stunned for words, and Satori takes that pause to tighten his grip around Tooru’s waist and draw him closer to his body, shutting him up momentarily.

“Listen,” Satori says lazily, hardly sparing them another look, “just keep your eyes on yourself and we won’t have any more problems, m’kay?” He ends it with a leer, and tugs Tooru down the line as they shuffle forwards. Some of the other customers give them appreciative glances, while others glare just as rudely as the couple. Tooru gives one more glare at the couple before huffing and facing forward, curling tighter around Satori.

Without any hassle they buy their popcorn and drinks, steering clear of the couple as they make their way to their designated theater. Tooru relaxes even further when the couple goes into a separate one.

“Happy now?” Satori asks as they enter the darkened room. Trailers haven’t started yet, so it’s eerily quiet in the wide-open space, especially since there are only two other groups in the room. They head for the back row, both happy to see it empty.

Tooru huffs, and Satori sees him shrugging. “I coulda said a few more things if you hadn’t stopped me.”

“Oh, I know,” Satori chuckles. He slides into the row first and heads towards the middle. “But then we’d probably have gotten kicked out and wouldn’t be able to see this movie we’ve both been waiting to see for ages and would have to wait until it’s available to stream or find a way to illegally download it and where’s the fun in that? Besides,” Satori kicks down his seat and plops in, draping one arm over the chair Tooru sits in, “you shouldn’t let people like them get to you. They’re a waste of everything.”

“I don’t know how you handle it,” Tooru mumbles. “It makes my skin crawl.”

Satori lowers his arm from the back of the seat to Tooru’s shoulders, drawing him closer so he can place a faint kiss at his boyfriend’s temple. “And that’s what makes you a better person than them and me.”

“Shut up,” Tooru mutters, swatting at Satori’s chest. “You know I think you’re great.”

“And that’s all that matters.”

Tooru just sighs and snuggles closer to Satori as the lights dim and the trailers start to roll.

Satori doesn’t know how he got this lucky. How someone as beautiful and loyal as Oikawa Tooru, an ex-volleyball player and all-around Good Guy, managed to fall in love with the batshit weirdness that is Tendou Satori, a college dropout and general waste of space. Even with the years between them, Satori still finds it hard to believe that Tooru loves him, that he’s willing to put time and effort into their relationship, despite the onlookers that speculate and judge whenever they’re out in public.

Like tonight. Satori knows his attire could have been less sloppy, but he likes to be comfortable when watching movies. And no matter where they go, Tooru likes to dress up for dates. Tooru doesn’t hate him for not putting more effort into his wardrobe, and that’s something Satori appreciates immensely. He also has no qualms about complimenting his boyfriend’s choice of clothes and how they make him look, since complimenting Tooru is one of his favorite things.

There’s so many things about Tooru that Satori considers his favorite that he has a little black box in pocket that’s burning a hole against his thigh. He’s carried it with him everywhere for the last year, unsure of when he wanted to pop the question or if it’s something he should even ask. He’s still not even sure if Tooru’s birthday is a good time to propose, not even sure if it’s something his boyfriend would want to happen. The subject has come up sparingly, and even though Satori wishes he could say there’s no way Tooru would reject him, this is one guess he’s loath to make.

Satori loves Tooru and would take whatever Tooru is willing to give. Marriage isn’t the end all be all of a relationship. They’ve been happy and content without this label, so there’s really no reason why Satori has to take this next step.

He doesn’t pay much attention to the movie, as his mind continues to wander towards what’s supposed to come after. He promised Tooru a movie and a surprise, and they both know Tooru doesn’t like surprises. He can’t help it when his palms start to sweat and he has to pull away from his boyfriend on more than one occasion so he can feel like he can breathe again, pointedly ignoring the tiny looks of concern Tooru throws at him each time he does it.

By the end of the movie, though, Satori can feel Tooru’s anger radiating off him. He doesn’t even wait for the lights to turn back on before he’s springing out of his chair and moving down the aisle, attempting to escape the theater quickly.

Satori can’t even run after him like he knows he should. He just sits there, ignoring the way the lights aren’t coming back on, and a post-credit scene rolls. All he can focus on is Tooru’s retreating figure and the pounding of his heart, not sure what the hell he’s supposed to do.

Eventually, he’s kicked out long after the lights have come back on and the theater attendant needs to prepare it for the next showing. Satori walks slowly towards their parked car, his heart racing a mile a minute as he sees it’s actually still parked here and not long gone.

Tooru is leaning against the passenger side door, his foot tapping wildly with his arms crossed over his chest. He catches sight of Satori approaching, but turns away and ignores him. Satori knows that’s acceptable, knowing he deserves the anger that’s brewing from his boyfriend.

He unlocks the car slowly, belatedly realizing that’s why the car and Tooru are still here because Satori had the keys, and gets in the driver’s seat. Tooru makes his entrance loud, making it clear he’s unhappy.

But Satori doesn’t start the car. He doesn’t want to fight, doesn’t want to drag this out any longer. If for some reason in his anger, or just in his heart, Tooru rejects his proposal, then Satori can hand him the keys and he’ll walk--somewhere. He’ll give Tooru the night to cool off and they could discuss things further tomorrow--

“Will you just tell me what's wrong with you already?” Tooru demands.

Satori blinks and turns to stare at Tooru. He does look angry, rightfully so, but there’s hurt there too. Confusion and worry are dancing behind it all, and Satori hates himself a little more for putting it there.

He sucks in a breath, knowing it’s now or never and not wanting to drag this out any longer. Without saying anything he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the box, offering it to Tooru.

“I was getting nervous,” Satori starts, not really liking the way Tooru’s face closed off at the sight of the box, how he’s not even breathing, it seems. “I wanted it to be perfect, to be romantic, but then I started over-thinking and now you’re pissed and it’s not really the best time or maybe even the best idea and I can see your answer already and I’m sorry, I’m sorry if this isn’t something you want. I can--I can take it back or, or something. I’ll--I’ll, I don’t know, I’ll just--”

“You’ll shut up, is what you’ll do.'' The demand is so calm it has Satori’s jaw clacking shut as he stares at Tooru. His boyfriend--maybe ex?--continues to stare at the box before slowly taking it from Satori’s still outstretched hand. He opens it slowly, stares at the ring for what feels like years, before he closes the lid and finally looks up at Satori.

There are tears in his eyes.

The information has even more panic running through Satori. He’s fucked up, he’s messed up so monumentally somehow that he knows this’ll be the death of him. He’ll remember this moment forever as the day he--

He’s being kissed. Sweetly, tenderly. Tooru has a shaking hand cupping his cheek as he tries to kiss Satori again. Maybe it takes too long for Satori’s brain to register what’s happening because then Tooru is pulling back and wiping at his eyes.

“Do you really mean this?” he whispers. He’s still holding onto the box, but all Satori can focus on are the tears building in his boyfriend’s eyes.

He nods, still too numb to speak.

And then Tooru is lurching forward, wrapping his arms around Satori’s neck in the tightest embrace they’ve probably ever shared.

“You’re a fool if you thought I’d reject you,” he whispers against Satori’s ear. He can feel tears sliding between them, but he doesn’t care. “You’re stupid, and I love you, I love you.”

“Yeah?” Satori manages to say. He pulls back from Tooru enough to look him in the eyes, despite his own vision going a little blurry.

“Of course, dummy. It’s only you.”

“Always you,” Satori mutters back, part of the saying they’ve adopted over their time together. Only you, always you. Satori always figured it’d be a limited sort of saying, and there’s still that possibility, despite a more permanent label. But he’ll take it. He’ll cherish it for as long as it lasts.

Satori pulls Tooru back in again, kissing him on the cheek before burrowing his face against the side of Tooru’s neck. He can smell his cologne, popcorn, and a little bit of sweat. He breathes in deeply, loving everything there is to love about Tooru and hoping he’ll get to love it for many more years to come.

“Happy birthday, Tooru.”

#haikyuu!!#oiten #oikawa tooru #tendou satori #birthday fic #marriage proposal #date night #movie night #writing

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atlafan · 4 years ago

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a/n: these have been in my inbox for a while, and I thought why not just get all of these into one big blurby bundle??? I think I hit the main things everyone wanted. Enjoy! There is smut in this fam! @dancinginblackandred @harryhiswatermelon

Lock the Door - Blurb Four - Harry and Y/N Play House

The semester was just about to end, and finals week was upon everyone. But that didn’t mean parties weren’t still a thing. Harry was hesitant to bring Y/N over to Matt’s, but she had practically begged him to bring her out.

“I need to de-stress, and his parties are fun.” She whines.

“I know, but...it’s a little awkward, don’t you think? Have you two even spoken so since you hooked up?”

“No.” She shrugs. “Doesn’t he know you and I are together?”

“I haven’t had a chance to say anything. I’ve been busy working on different projects.”

“Harry, please, bring me with you. I need to go out and have fun, and I’d rather have fun with you.” She pouts.

“God.” He leans in to kiss her. “You make it really hard to say no...”

It’s a chilly evening, so Y/N clings to Harry’s arm as they walk. The smells of weed and alcohol fill their nostrils as they walk into the apartment. Harry finds a place to put their coats, and the second he finds Y/N, Matt has already backed her up against a wall, clearly uncomfortable. Harry rolls his eyes and comes onto the scene. He yanks Matt back by the collar of his shirt.

“Yo, what the fuck, Harry?”

“She’s got a boyfriend, mate.”

“Oh really, who?” He crosses his arms.

“Me.” Harry takes a step closer, getting in his face.

“Harry, relax, I was just about to tell him.” Y/N says, hoping a fight isn’t about to break out.

“Whatever.” Matt rolls his eyes. “Her and loose cunt are worth it anyw-” Smack.

Y/N gasps as Matt hits the floor. Harry looks down at his knuckles and then to her. She grabs him and pulls him into the kitchen to get some ice. She moves people out of the way as she does so. She gets some ice from the freezer and finds a cloth to wrap it in.

“You didn’t have to do that.” She says, not looking up at him.

“Don’t even start, you heard what he said.”

“I did.” She looks up at him. “You should have let me punch him.” She winks, and he hooks an arm around her to hug her close.

“Harry, did you just punch Matt?” One of his other friends asks.

“Yeah, he was talking shit about my girlfriend, is that a problem?”

“Nope, just wanted to confirm it was you.” He shrugs. “Didn’t know if we needed to kick some random out.”

“Nah,it was me.”

Finals week was busy as fuck. This would be the last week Harry and Y/N would have until they’d both be going home for for the holidays. Sure, they’d be coming back two weeks later to be on campus for winter break, but still. Y/N just had projects or presentations, nothing she really needed to study for. But Harry was either in the computer lab working on a larger screen for his graphic design stuff, or down at the studio painting.

Every time she looked over at his empty bed she was sad. He’d come home super late and would be too tired to even crawl into bed with her. One night she decides to order a small pizza and bring it down to him. It was kind of creepy going into the studio so late.

“Harry?” She squeaks as she goes into the room she knows he paints in.

“Y/N?” He looks up and rubs his eyes. “Did you walk down her by yourself? It’s late.” He frowns.

“Had my keys in my hand the whole time.” She smiles. “I brought you some pizza.”

“Aww...” He takes it from her and kisses her cheek. “Thank you.”

“I feel like I haven’t seen you all week.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He sighs and grabs a slice. “My graphic design stuff took longer than I thought so I’m frantically trying to get things done here. I know you wanted to spend time together before we’re both gone for two weeks.”

“It’s okay, I understand. Wanna show me what you’ve been working on?”

He nods and walks her around to the different drawings and paintings. He explains the choices he made for each one. She was in awe of him.

“You’re so talented, I can’t get over it.” She wraps her arms around his waist and nuzzles into his chest. “Miss you.” She mumbles.

“Fuck, and I still have so much to do...otherwise I’d come home now.”

“Any chance of you taking a break?” She looks up at him.

“What kind of break.” He smirks.

“Are there cameras in here?” She looks around.

“Not in the rooms no, just in the halls. Are you suggesting what I think you are?”

“Could be fun?” She smiles.

He grabs her by the hips and lifts her onto the table. She giggles while he hooks his fingers into her leggings.

“I’m very surprised by you.”

“Thought you knew by now that I’m not some goody goody.”

“I know, but this is like...really cool.” He kisses her as her hands work his belt and zipper.

Harry slides her leggings down and leaves them around her ankles. He runs his fingers over he slit and moves her panties to the side. She groans into the kiss as he pushes his fingers inside her.

“Still need to be quiet, I may be the only one in this room, but I’m not the only one in the building.”

“Okay.” She whispers.

“I don’t have any condoms with me, shit.”

“In my jacket.” You nod over to it.

Even though they both had been intimate a million times at this point, neither of them had been tested, so condoms were still a good idea. They both agreed to go to the doctor when you’re home.

“You thought of everything didn’t you?” He smirks as he rifles through her jacket pocket.

He rolls the condom on his hard cock and pulls her a little closer. her head rolls back the second his tip starts to push inside. Her legs wrap around his waist to get him even closer. She clings to him, nails digging into his back. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and panting.

“Shit, I’m...I’m not gonna last very long...” He groans. “You feel too good.”

“It’s okay, just touch me.” She leans back on her elbows, and his hand immediately starts rubbing her clit, while his other clutches to her hip.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He grunts.

She loved making him feel this way. He also just knew exactly what to do with his hands. Her release was coming just as quick. She bites her bottom lip and put her forearm over her mouth to stifle her moans. He loses it when she does. They stay like that for a moment until they both catch their breaths. He pulls out and finds a garbage can for the condom. She hops of the table and pulls her leggings back up.

“I hope your phone’s charged.” He says to her.

“Why?”

“Because I still have work to do, and no way am I lettin’ yeh walk back by yourself. So sit and get comfy, okay?”

“Alright.” She shrugs, too fucked out to argue. She grabs a slice of pizza and sits as he gets back to painting.

As she watches him it dawns on her that she’s totally and completely in love with Harry. She almost chokes on her pizza just thinking about it. She couldn’t tell him, could she? Would it make things weird? What if everything went wrong?

“Y/N?” Harry turns around to look at her, leaning against the table.

“Yeah?”

“I, uh, I love you.”

“I love you too, Harry.”

“Cool.” He smiles and turns back around.

“Cool.”

Y/N was happy to be back on campus, especially since she had her entire apartment alone with Harry. Liv and Chris didn’t have a reason for being on campus. Y/N got an easy job working for admissions answering calls, emails, and sending out mail. Harry would usually get back from basketball practice when she’d be getting home from work. They’d cook together a lot, it was great.

“Hey...” He was looking around your shared room. “What if we pushed our beds together like Liv and Chris?” He turns to look at you.

“We can’t.”

“Why not?” He frowns.

“Because...well...I finally told my parents we were sharing a room like I said I would...they weren’t thrilled, but they understood with Liv and Chris. But...”

“You still haven’t told them we’re together?” He sits down next to her, clearly disappointed. “I told my mum...”

“I know, I’m sorry. I just have this fear that they’ll yank me out of here if they knew. They like you, I just think they wouldn’t understand. I mean, to them it’s like we’re playing house at a really young age.”

“So they don’t mind we’re sharing a room?”

“They’re annoyed, but they’re dealing with it. I’m sorry, Harry. I’ll tell them, I just can’t yet.”

“Well, they always call before they visit. Why not push ‘em together, and then we can separate ‘em when they come?”

“Oh, so you don’t like being pressed up against each other all night anymore?” She jokes.

“I love it, but it would be nice to have a bit more room to spread out.” He kisses her. “Don’t you think?”

“I suppose.” She kisses him.

“Are you able to come to my game tomorrow?”

“Mhm.” She smiles. “And I’m gonna drive out to your away game this weekend. I’ll be like your personal cheerleader.”

“You’re the best.” He squishes his nose to yours and gives you another kiss.

Harry had gotten Y/N a sweatshirt with his last name and jersey number on it for her to wear to his games. A lot of the guys did that with for their girlfriends. She was happy to wear it. She looked extremely cute sitting in the stands. She waved to him and blew him a kiss. He was a starting player, so he was very busy.

She had completely forgotten the dance team would also be there in their skimpy outfits. Harry wasn’t allowed to chat between quarters, coach’s rules, but that didn’t apply to the dance team girls. Y/N felt annoyed when she saw him laughing with a couple of them. He looks up at her and waves though, taking all jealousy away. He only had eyes for her and she knew that.

“Woo! Go Harry!” She would cheer and clap for him, especially when he made a basket.

The team won the game, it was very exciting. Y/N knew it was okay to go onto the court when she saw the other girlfriends go down to their boyfriends. She races down the bleachers and practically jumped into his arms. He spun her around and kissed her.

“Sorry.” He sets her down and lets her go. “M’all sweaty. Might shower quick.”

“Please, don’t ever apologize. You know I think you look hot like this.” She runs her hand up his tattooed arm.

“H, meet us downtown in an hour to celebrate.” One of the guys says and he nods.

“Feel like goin’ out?”

“Where to?”

“One of the bars.”

“But...we’re not twenty-one yet.”

“They’re cool with us during winter break usually. They’ll just stamp our hands. Then we’ll go back to Pete’s for a real party.” He grins.

“Sounds good to me.”

Harry looks around and sees not many people going into the locker room, and tugs you to walk in there with him.

“Harry.” She whispers. “Isn’t your coach still here?”

“You mean my female coach whose office is in the women’s locker room?” He cock’s an eyebrow at you. “Think we’re good. I need to shower and it’ll take too much time to go all the way back home.”

“I know you don’t think I’m getting naked in here.” She crosses her arms.

“Oh, so you’ll fuck me in the studio, but not in here?”

“Nope, sorry. It stinks in here. But...we’re gonna drive downtown right?”

“Yeah.”

“So...shower quick.” She winks and leaves the locker room.

Harry does so and meets her back in the main part of the gym. They walk out to his car and she immediately climbs into the back seat. He smirks and starts the car up so it can get warm. He joins her in the back.

“See.” She says straddling him. “Isn’t this better?”

“Mhm.” He kisses on her neck. “I love seein’ yeh wear this sweatshirt.”

“I love wearing it.” She rolls her hips down on his. She feels him growing hard against him. “You have no idea the torture of watching you play, and get all sweaty, and see your muscles and just everything about you out there.”

“I thought it was torturous watchin’ me paint?” He says against her neck as he tugs the sweatshirt off her.

“It is, it’s all torture. My biggest problem with you is that you’re too sexy, Harry. Everything you do is hot.”

“I could say the same for you.” He unhooks her bra and shoves his face into her chest and groans. “This is my favorite place in the world.” He mumbles, making her giggle. “Right between.” He kisses on one of her breasts. “These big.” He kisses on the other. “Tits.” He licks around one of her nipples and sucks it into his mouth. She rolls her hips on his again, grinding against his hard-on.

She reaches for the button on his jeans and the hem of his shirt. It was clear she wanted him naked. He rips his shirt off and tugs his jeans down. She gets hers off as well. He takes her gets her fixed on all fours. She thinks he’s about to stick it in, but she jolts when she feels his tongue.

“Just need to taste yeh first, that alright?”

“Mhm.”

His tongue works from her clit all the way up dangerously close to her other hole. His tongue enters her center while his thumb works her clit.

“Harry, please, fuck me.” She groans. “Need your dick, please.”

He pulls away from her lines his dick up with her and pushes in. They both sigh with relief. They had been using condoms less since they both came back clean.

“You feel so fuckin’ good.” He moans.

“So do you, so big.” She bites her bottom lip.

The windows in the car got foggy, and they could barely hear the music coming from the radio from how loud his skin was slapping against her. His balls were hitting against her clit just right.

“Oh my god, fuck, don’t stop.” She moans.

He moves faster and faster, and he feels her tighten around him. She lets out a moan of his name as she releases around him. He pulls out to come on her ass. She was panting and collapses onto her stomach. Harry grabs a towel from his gym bag to clean her up.

“Thanks.” She breathes.

He hums his response as she flips over. He pulls her panties and jeans up her legs for her and she smiles big at him.

“I love you.”She says.

“I love you too.”

They both finish getting dressed and drive down to the bar. Y/N liked Harry’s basketball friends, they were really nice. Some even had boyfriends. They all order some nachos and other junk food to split.

Y/N knew as soon as the semester started the little bubble they were in would burst, but for now all was good. Her head was leaning on the shoulder of the guy she was absolutely smitten with. Harry Styles was in a monogamous relationship for the first time in his life, and he couldn’t be happier.

#lock the door #lock the door blurb #harry styles #harry styles one shot #harry styles blurb #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles fic #harry styles smut fic #harry styles fluff fic #hope you enjoy!#feels good to post again #college!Harry

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silver-lily-louise · 4 years ago

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This is Nice

In which Alec and Izzy get drunk, and Magnus has the patience of a saint.

Read it on AO3, or below!

~oOo~

Alec is pretty certain that he’s drunk.

‘I think I’m drunk,’ he says, just in case. On the floor next to his couch – not HIS couch, it’s probably Simon’s or Izzy’s because it’s in THEIR apartment – Izzy laughs. ‘I like being drunk,’ she says.

Alec hums in agreement, closing his eyes. Being drunk is nice. It’s all floaty and warm and happy, and those are nice things. He has everything he wants right now.

And then he opens his eyes and glares at the ceiling because that’s not true. ‘I want Magnus,’ he says. ‘Can I have Magnus?’ ‘I think so,’ Izzy says reasonably, and Alec nods because that sounds right to him too. ‘You should… you should call him.’

Alec beams, because that’s the best idea he’s heard ever. ‘I should!’ he exclaims – and he pulls his phone out from his inside pocket and hits speed dial 1 because Magnus is number one. ‘Alexander?’ ‘Maaagnusss!’ he crows. ‘Izzy, I got Magnus!’

Izzy gives a cheer, and over the phone, Magnus laughs, and Alec smiles because if Magnus is happy it’s definitely a good day, those are just the rules. And then he smiles some more, because Magnus has a really really nice voice. He likes listening to it. ‘ALEC.’ Uh-oh. Alec swallows. Either he’s missed something, or Magnus is angry at him. ‘Yeah?’ he says, high-pitched, because he’s hoping that if he sounds casual enough it’ll just go away. There’s a sigh through the phone, but it doesn’t sound angry, and Alec smiles because it worked, hooray! ‘I said, do you need me to come and pick you up?’ Magnus asks, and he’s louder now and that’s nice because it’s MORE of his voice, which is nice.

And then Alec realizes that Magnus wants to pick him up and nods enthusiastically. ‘Yeah!’ he says, grinning. ‘You should – you should come pick me up. I think I’m a bit drunk,’ he confides. ‘I never would have guessed,’ Magnus says, but Alec thinks he’s just being modest because Magnus is really really smart and probably could have guessed if he wanted to, even if Alec’s only a bit drunk. ‘Where are you?’

‘Couch,’ Alec says confidently. ‘I’m lying down, I’m… uh…’ Shit, what is this place called? ‘Izzy,’ he says, turning to face her, ‘what’s this place called?’ Izzy frowns. ‘I don’t think it has a name,’ she says.

Alec’s stomach drops, because if it doesn’t have a name then how is Magnus gonna find –

A flash of light appears behind Izzy, and Magnus steps out of a portal. Alec drops his phone, grinning. He should have known. Magnus is so smart. ‘Magnus!’ he cries, reaching out towards him.

Magnus smiles back at him, waving at Izzy with a spark of magic that also puts a glass of water on her coffee table, and coming over to Alec and crouching down so they’re face to face, which is EXCELLENT because Magnus is very very handsome. ‘Hi,’ Alec says quietly. Magnus shushes him. Maybe he wants to see how quiet they can be. ‘Hi yourself,’ he says, running a hand through Alec’s hair which feels amazing. ‘How are you feeling?’ ‘Good,’ Alec says – but that’s not good enough, so he tries again. ‘Better now that you’re here.’

There, that’s much better. Magnus looks all soft and smiley now. Alec feels a surge of pride.

Izzy groans. ‘It’s not fair,’ she complains. ‘I want my boyfriend, but he’s not here.’ ‘You should get a husband instead,’ Alec suggests, because he has a husband and it’s AWESOME and now he has his husband right here. Izzy gasps. ‘I should!’ she exclaims, reaching for her phone. ‘I’ll tell him!’

And then Alec gets a bit distracted because Magnus laughs again, louder. ‘Well, that ought to be an interesting conversation, but perhaps not one we should be here to witness,’ he says, and Alec nods because Magnus is always right and because he’s playing with Alec’s hair again which is very VERY nice. ‘Ready to go?’ ‘Yep,’ Alec says, and loops his arms around Magnus’ neck, smooshing his face into his husband’s neck and smiling because that’s very nice, too. ‘Alexander.’ ‘Hm?’ ‘If we’re leaving, you have to let go for a minute, my love.’

Alec lets go, but he’s really confused as to why. ‘I thought you were gonna pick me up?’ he says – and then he gasps, because something AWFUL has occurred to him. ‘Am I too big?’ he asks, panicking. ‘Because I can – I can be smaller –‘ and he tries his best, honest, tucking in his knees but that doesn’t help, so he kicks his legs out as hard as he can because he’d be smaller without his shoes, right-? ‘No, no, shh, it’s fine, you’re not too big,’ Magnus assures him, and Alec flops back down, hugely relieved. ‘I just needed to get into the proper stance,’ he explains, shuffling his feet. Alec nods. That makes complete sense. ‘You’re so smart,’ he says, nodding again so Magnus knows he means it, before putting his arms around his husband again and assuming the proper carrying position.

And then he’s lifted, and he laughs, and it’s higher-pitched than Magnus’ but that makes sense because that’s normal for their not-laughing-talking, too. Magnus proves it by chuckling all low and breathy and pretty. ‘All right, darling, here we go.’ ‘Bye Izzy,’ he calls, and he can’t see her but he waves one of his hands because that seems like a nice thing to do.

And then the portal goes whooooosh and closes, and Alec laughs again because they’re so cool. ‘You’re so cool,’ he tells Magnus, because Magnus INVENTED the portal because he’s a GENIUS and Alec loves him so, so much. Before he can say so, though, he’s being laid down on a bed – their bed, he realizes happily, and he snuggles down contentedly, barely having a moment to wonder where Magnus went before there’s a dip in gravity to his right and he looks over to see Magnus in bed with him, which is exactly where he should be, Alec’s not sure why he didn’t check there first but it probably doesn’t matter now.

‘C’m’ere,’ he tells Magnus, and Magnus shuffles towards him but he does it wrong – not wrong, Magnus isn’t wrong, he thinks sternly, but he’s just – ‘No,’ Alec explains, pushing his shoulder, helping him roll. ‘No, like – like – ‘ ‘Ah – here,’ Magnus says, and then he rolls over the rest of the way and scoots backwards into Alec’s arms which is EXACTLY what was supposed to happen and so Alec grins, wrapping his arms and legs around his husband so that they’re spooning.

He laughs. Spoon. That’s a really funny word. ‘Spoon,’ he says out loud, and it’s even funnier out loud. ‘Spoooooon.’

And THEN he realizes something else and gasps in delight. ‘You’re the little spoon,’ he explains to Magnus, grinning. ‘Even though you’re so big.’ Magnus snorts like he’s trying to hold in his laughing, which Alec thinks is a bad idea but maybe when he explains the joke Magnus will laugh properly. ‘Because you’re waaay taller than Izzy,’ he says, trying to think of other, better examples. ‘Or Luke, or Jace – ‘

And then he laughs, laughs so much because Jace means – ‘or Clary,’ he says, and he’s laughing really really hard now because – ‘she’s so sho-o-o-o-oorrt.’

And then Magnus laughs, too, and Alec beams because he knew Magnus would see the funny side eventually, he’s so smart and funny and handsome and… Alec frowns. ‘What were you saying?’ ‘Nothing, Alexander,’ Magnus says, and Alec frowns some more because that doesn’t sound right – ‘You were talking about spooning.’

‘Yeah!’ he exclaims, nodding and feeling all proud inside. He knew Magnus would figure it out, he’s so smart. ‘Yeah – because you’re the little spoon, and I’m the big spoon, because I’m taller than you.’ ‘That’s right,’ Magnus agrees. Alec hums thoughtfully. ‘Is that why you married me?’ he asks. ‘Because I can be a big spoon?’ He can feel Magnus pet his arm, and then there’s a wave of magic and Alec suddenly feels nice and soft and comfy and his throat isn’t as scratchy and his mouth tastes like really really nice mintyness, and what was he saying?

‘I married you for a lot of reasons, Alexander,’ Magnus says all softly and happily and Alec smiles because that’s a nice thing. ‘But yes, you’re a wonderful big spoon.’ Alec nods seriously – and then remembers his plan from the couch and holds Magnus tighter. ‘I won’t get smaller then,’ he declares, because Magnus needs to know that Alec is going to do this. ‘I’ll stay big so I can be a good big spoon.’

Magnus hums. ‘Excellent. That sounds like a very good idea, Alexander.’ And Alec nods because if Magnus thinks so, it must be true.

Magnus sighs, and it makes Alec feel all tired, and he yawns. ‘I’m tired now,’ he says, because he likes telling Magnus things, likes sharing all his secrets with his Magnus. He’s pretty sure he promised to do that at their wedding, and Alec should always keep his promises. ‘You should go to sleep then, darling,’ Magnus says, and wow, he’s right again and that’s really nice of him.

That seems like a lot of effort to say, though, so Alec just kisses the back of his head and hums. Just this once, he can wait and tell Magnus in the morning. ‘Love you,’ he says, though, because that isn’t one that can be wait.

‘I love you too, Alexander.’ And that’s a really nice thing to hear last, and so Alec decides to go to sleep –

…….😌

~oOo~

#shtv #malec #malec fanfic #alec lightwood-bane #magnus lightwood bane #shs #mine #alcohol tw #this is ridiculous and i loved every second of writing it #i did the vast majority stream of consciousness style and left it unedited aha

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honeypirate · 4 years ago

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My Idiot

Y/n, Kirishima, and Bakugou friends fic

Pairing - Bakugou x yn

.cw. Swearing

— in the dorms I can’t remember but is there like two different elevators for the boys and girls side? I just made it one Bc I I couldn’t remember. ??—

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‘Did he really pull me into his room to pull me into his bed to show me his glow in the dark dinosaur toys?’ You think to yourself as you hold one in your hand under the covers. He pulled you all the way up to his room, going on about how he had to show you something special, when you get his room he takes you inside and has you sit next to him on the bed before pulling his extra large blanket over both of your heads before showing you his cool surprise. A small plastic triceratops that glows in the dark. He says you can keep since he knows they’re your favorite. “Kirishima” you say quietly and then pull the covers from off your heads. “This is really cool and I’m definitely going to make this into a keychain but..” you look at the little toy in your hands “is this all you wanted to show me?” He hesitates for a second “yes, did you think this was about something else?” He asks genuinely confused. “No no. I just was making sure that this was uhh.. it” you calmly get up and grab your backpack and go to his door “I just have a lot to get done. Thank you for this. I love it” you quickly leave his room and run to yours before closing and locking the door, sliding down it sitting on the ground once your inside. “Shit” you say out loud before laying your head on your knees and trying not to cry. It was stupid. You knew he didn’t like you like that and it was dumb to get your hopes up that would be something different than his usual antics. You’re just friends and that’s all you’ll be. He didn’t want to get you alone to make a move, he just wanted to give you a glow in the dark dino toy. You wipe the few stray tears away and get up, grabbing superglue and your craft supplies to quickly throw together a keychain so you could carry that with you everywhere, as disappointed as you were you still thought it was a really cool dinosaur. After finishing your homework you watch an episode of your favorite show before heading to bed. You check your phone and turn off your usual Saturday alarm opting to sleep in as long as you want just this once. Before you put your phone down you get a text from Bakugou, you were pretty close to him since becoming best friends with Kirishima and you actually enjoyed his outbursts. You thought he was amusing and saw right through him. His message said “what’d stupid hair do this time? He won’t stop texting me about you.” “Promise you won’t talk to him about it?” “Nope” he shoots back. “Okay well fuck it, it’s stupid. He said he had something “super special” for me and then it turned out to be glow in the dark dinosaurs” he laugh reacts your message “I knew he was an idiot but I didn’t know he was that big of an idiot.” You sigh and think before responding, you already talked to Bakugou once before about your feelings for Kirishima and he promised you then he wouldn’t tell him and he has t to this day so you have no reason to fear “Don’t worry Suki. It’s no big deal. We’re only friends, right? I’m headed to bed. See you later” he only texts back “I never said I was worried...” before following it up with a sleeping dog gif. You put your phone on the side table and plug it in before quickly falling asleep.

Three months later you wake up with only barely enough time to get ready. You curse under your breath, you were going to lunch with Bakugou and Kirishima and you wanted to look your absolute best. you put on your favorite pair of jeans, the ones that made your ass look amazing, and a v neck black flattering tee shirt that showed the right amount of cleavage. You put on your favorite gold necklace with your initials on the end and slipped on a pair of checkered vans, grabbing a Levi jacket before leaving the dorm. You show up at the restaurant, it was your guys’ favorite place to eat because it was an all you can eat buffet, you always had a good time with them but the moment you saw Bakugou sitting at your usual table by himself as he waited for you and Kirishima you felt nervous for some reason. He was looking at his phone when you walked up “hey Bakugou, just you?” You said and took your jacket off placing it on the back of the chair next to Bakugou. You always sat in the same chairs, at a table with four you sat on one side and the boys sat on the other, but today Bakugou had moved, sitting in the chair next to yours this time. You didn’t mind, the tables were big so you had enough space between chairs, you sat sideways in your chair so you could look at him as you sat down and you noticed a little pink on his cheeks, he clears his throat “yeah it’s just me. In the group chat Kiri said he’d be late and we could start without him. You look great today y/n.” You couldn’t help but grin at him “Thank you! You don’t usually give compliments, I feel sorta special. And okay, I didn’t check my phone on the way here. I am starving” you get up to go make a plate and barely catch Bakugou whisper “you are special” you didn’t think anything of it now, too focused on the rumbling in your stomach.

After a plate and half you’re stuffed, thankful to your hard training for allowing you to eat whatever you wanted, you relax back into your seat and adjust it so you’re at an angle to see Bakugou better as you continue talking to him. He’s gone through four plates already and it always amused you how much he could eat. It was then that Kirishima showed up “hey guys sorry I’m so extremely late” you smile at him and you realize that you don’t feel anything for him anymore “no problem! Bakugou’s still eating and I’ll get some dessert soon” he set his jacket down on a chair and gets some food before sitting across from you. You really adored how well you three could hang out and chat for hours comfortable. Like you were all cut from the same cloth. You finished the rest of your lunch with many laughs and only one complaint about how loud Bakugou was which was a new record. You three walk back to the dorms together, you in the middle of both of them, “since it’s our day off I think we should go finish the training I know we all are going to do,” you laugh softly “and then get pizza and watch a movie in the lounge, we could even invite other friends and have a..!” You jump up and down once and throw both arms in the air with fist fulls of glitter raining down over you and yell “movie night!” this isn’t the first time you’ve done this and you know they hate it when you do it but it’s just so fun. You’ve learned to not do it close to them tho because as cute as an angry Kiri was you missed him when he would ignore you for a while for getting glitter in his hair. “Goddammit y/n.” “Not again” they say at the same time and you just laugh and say “at least it’s biodegradable” as they walk on ahead of you “come on! I love it! My happiness should at least make you a little happy and...” you run up and catch up to them hooking your arms in theirs “don’t I look so cute when I’m happy and glitter is raining down” you laugh and look up at Bakugou “that’s besides the point” he grumbles out quietly and you laugh in shock but before you can say anything Kirishima yells out “ugh you got it in my hair again! Damn! I hate glitter!” He shakes your arm off and runs off “it’ll wash out! movie night at seven! I’ll get the pizza!” You call after him laughing and keep walking with Bakugou, not noticing your arm still in his. “He’s ridiculous” you laugh “so what movie do you want to watch tonight? I’m thinking something scary” “something scary” he says at the same time as you and you smile “yea! Okay. So there’s this new one that looks really good on Netflix and we will watch that. I’ll order pizza when we get back and just schedule it so I can forget about it. What are you going to train today?” You ask him and he pulls you into him a little by your elbow as he shoves his hands into his pockets. You realized you were still holding on to him then, but you waited to see what he’s do, you were sure he would do something rude, shake you off and call you some name, but he didn’t. He just cleared his throat and answered the question “it’s leg day for me” you felt shy all of a sudden, Bakugou who was a man known to be aggressive and who never touched anyone outside of fighting and sparing, was out in the open walking back to the dorms with you on his arm. You quickly squashed the butterflies in your stomach and convinced yourself it was just something with the food you are giving you an upset stomach. There’s no way Bakugou was into you. Kiri told you that you weren’t his type, (maybe he’s just being uncommonly nice)you decided it was just a fluke and thought nothing of it. “It’s arms and shoulders for me!” you pull your arm from his, he almost looks like that made him sad, and you flex dramatically, earning a smirk and an eye roll from him. “Cmon Bakugou you know you love it. You think I’m funny and cool and that’s why you’re friends with me” you bounce into the elevetor pushing both your floors, you were coincidentally the room directly below his. “No comment” he says, his hands still deep in his pockets.

You get off on your floor and turn to him “you’re coming to movie night, right?” You say quietly, suddenly nervous he wouldn’t be there “of course ” he says in his usual gruff voice and you smile at him your same radiant smile that he secretly adored. The doors to the elevator close and you make your way to your room feeling extra excited to watch a movie tonight. You get ready for the gym and order pizza ahead of time, then text the rest of your dorm about move night before heading to the gym. Training goes by quickly, your arms turned to jello by the end, and when you got home you had enough time to shower and look nice, putting on comfy clothes before heading down stairs to make popcorn and set up the movie. You were the first one there at six thirty, and you played some music in the kitchen as you watched the bag in the microwave. “This is my playlist” you jumped a little, startled by Bakugou suddenly being right there and you laugh at yourself “yes it is! You sent it to the group chat a while ago and I love it. I listen to it all the time” he didn’t show it but you just gave him so many butterflies. Just then the pizza man comes through the door and you rush over to him, signing the receipt and taking the stack of pizzas. “Yesssss!!” Kirishima says as he runs in, taking the stack from you and placing them on the table. After him everyone else trickles in and you snatch a piece of pizza and a drink before sneaking over and taking one of the good couch seats before anyone else could. “Smart move” Bakugou said as he sat down next to you, you noticed he had a blanket with him and smiled when he sat down, not really next to you in the middle of the couch but not all the way over either. Like he was trying to discourage anyone from sitting next to you guys. You already queued up the movie and just needed to press play. “I’m gonna press play can someone get the lights?” You ask and Iida immediately gets up and shuts the light off, telling everyone to quiet down now. “Move over Bakugou so I can sit on the couch too” kirishima said coming up behind you guys and Bakugou gives the most dramatic sigh before scooting over so he was right next to you, Giving Kiri a seat on his opposite side. You press play on the movie and everyone quiets down engrossed in it. You start to get a little cold and wish you brought a blanket, you fold your arms hugging yourself for a little warmth, you didn’t want to miss anything. At the first jump scare in the movie you gasp, grabbing bakugous arm and hiding your face in his shoulder. You pulled away quickly with a whispered “sorry”. “It’s okay.” He says and then offers you half his blanket “your fingers are freezing” you accept with a smile and cuddle into the blanket pulling your knees up move sideways, tucking your toes under Bakugou’s thigh. He was grateful for the darkness so no one could see him blush. At the next scary part you hide your face in your knees with a gasp and a shudder, when you look back up, Bakugou wraps his arm around your knees and pulls you as close as you could be to him. You look at him but he just watches the movie. The next time you’re scared you bury your face in his arm now, your right hand reaching up and placing your hand over his, the one that’s around your knees, and squeezing softly. He sits up taller now, adjusting his body so he wasn’t slouching anymore, and you took the time to readjust too thinking you went too far, but when you settle back down he takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together under the blanket. You were suddenly not interested in the movie anymore, your heart beating wildly from what’s going on. You couldn’t really understand what was happening. He didn’t like you. He couldn’t. But he does? You were screaming internally. You turned your body into him, quietly so no one around you would notice, no one was paying attention to you guys anyway, and you lean into him and look up to find him looking down at you with red eyes like fire. His other hand comes up and cups your cheek and he smiles at you like you’re the only two in the room.

“Can I?” He whispers so quietly you barely hear it before leaning up slowly closing the distance between you, softly and quietly brushing your lips against his before pulling back and looking at him to see if it was okay. “Meet me in the laundry room” he whispers into your ear before getting up. No one questioned him, no one ever does. You wait five agonizing minutes pretending to watch the movie before you get up yourself and quietly make your way back into the laundry room, leaving his blanket on the couch. When you open the door you smile at him, he looked nervous, you’ve never seen him look nervous before. “Hi” you say softly and close the door behind you. “Y/n” he says and you walk over to him, you wish there was like a dryer on or something so there was some noise to cover your voices but oh well. “You wanted to see me..” you start to play around and he can’t wait any longer, he grabs you by your waist and pulls you to him, his other hand goes to your cheek and jaw as he presses his lips to yours he’s been thinking about how much he’d love to kiss you for months. Since you thought Kirishima liked you he got jealous, he gave you a couple months between then and now, to make sure his feelings were genuine and not ego based. But every day since he noticed he fell harder and harder for you, wondering how he never noticed how amazing you were since the beginning. He was worried tho because a small part of him thought you might still be into Kiri, but tonight has gotten rid of all his fears. You sighed with a smile and wrapped your arms around his neck, you had gotten closer to Bakugou and unintentionally developed a crush on him. Which scared you and annoyed you, it was Bakugou for hell’s sake he’d never focus on anything other than becoming number one. You never suspected this, but you weren’t complaining. Your heart soared and your skin tingled. His lips were so soft against yours even though he was rough, his hand squeezing your hip sent shivers down your spine and you bit his bottom lip and pulled it before letting go and looking into his eyes.

“Wow Katsuki,” you were breathless as you spoke, his smirk on his face adorable “that was better than I imagined it would be” your hands started to play with the hair at the nape of his neck “you imagined kissing me?” He asks and quirks his brow and you chuckle bringing a hand down and caressing his cheek before running your thumb across his bottom lip “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while now. But I thought you’d never think of me as anything but your weird friend” he laughs a little too loud and you cover his mouth with your fingers and shush him softly “oops.” His voice was quiet now “you are my weird friend, and I love that. I thought you still ... kinda liked .. shitty hair” he sounded jealous and shy which was completely unlike him, it was your turn to laugh but you at least did it quiet “I realized that I was reading too much into his friendship and that I didn’t really like him more than a friend. Then I thought I was doing the same thing with you and I was kicking myself before tonight. But I guess you really do like me and I’m not a huge idiot” you laugh again and he smirks “well I wouldn’t go that far. Yes I have strong feelings for you but you’re still a huge idiot” you slap his shoulder “hey!” You kind of yell and he laughs and covers your mouth with his fingers “you’re a huge adorable beautiful idiot but you’re my idiot and that’s all that matters” you quirk you’re eyebrows “yours huh? Does that make you my idiot in return?” He rolls his eyes and you smirk before leaning in and starting to kiss slowly up his neck, sucking below his jaw and biting just a little, causing him to moan quietly. You bite his ear lobe “Katsuki. Are you myyyyy idiot?” You whisper playfully before kissing the other side of his neck, biting and leaving a hickey down on his collar bone causing him to get goosebumps before he whispers “yesss, I’m yours” you pull back with a laugh and a quick kiss, bouncing on your toes. “Good! Now, let’s go finish the movie” you take his hand and pull him along, he sighs pretending he was annoyed when in fact he was beyond happy and grateful that he was wearing baggy inconspicuous sweats.

#mha #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #bnha bakugo katsuki #mha bakugou #mha katsuki #bakugou fanfiction #bakugou katsuki fanfiction #bakugou fluff #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you

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whiskehorange · 5 years ago

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Spooky Nights (2019)

A Halloween Special! Only one of the most important nights in horror, how could I not! I’m taking this into a more comedic and lighthearted way, making this as fun as possible for you! I’m sorry it’s a tad bit short, the storm here is making it a bit hard to post large posts.

Have a Happy & Spooky Halloween kiddos!

Jason

Halloween! One of his favorite nights of the year! A night where he can go out and not get a double take look from the passing strangers. Hell, in Manhattan they might even applaud him for such a “spot on costume.” however he hasn’t been out to actually walk around in... forever. He’s absolutely terrified of knocking on the doors though, standing behind you like a giant statue as you walk up to the houses. Everyone sort of looks at him like a giant, shy child. A lot of “Awww how adorable’s” and “look at how handsome he is!” They all literally think he’s an overgrown kid

Defiantly wears a comfy sweater rather than an actual costume, but everyone loves it!

Candy Rate: 1000% He’s too sweet to say no to

Michael

You must have done some real good sweet talking to him if you managed to convince him to switch out that knife for a plastic for the night. But that’s just about all you get out of him costume wise. It’s the best time for him to be out and for him to go unnoticed, maybe scouting out some dumbasses with terrible costumes, only to fuck them up later. Will totally knock on the door, but his knocks are like FBI OPEN UP

Stays in his jumpsuit and mask, masking the smell a bit only because you told him to. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll throw a sheet over him and the two of you can be ghosts. If not, you’ll both be mechanics!

Candy Rate: 100% but only because they feel a bit intimidated

Thomas Hewitt

Has never really had the chance to ever go trick or treating. He’s seen other kids come and go in their costumes but never really saw the point. Luda Mae would sometimes put up some decorations only to be stomped on and berated by Hoyt as ridiculous. But getting out and about with you is great! Seeing all of these kids running around and being happy actually... lightens him up! He’s not one to knock on the door at first, but after seeing how nice the people are, me might give a few knocks here and there

Dressed up in the one and only 2008 Corey Taylor Slipknot mask while you went as maybe Clown or Joey. His masked idols, how sweet

Candy Rate: 80% Some people just don’t like Slipknot I guess

Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

Good God do they go all out for Halloween. No costume left behind or forgotten, no candy left on the table and certainly no booze left in the cabinet. the amount of Halloween parties the three of you hit up throughout the night is crazy. Billy’s just there for the weed, you’re just there for the candy and Stu... probably booze and bragging rights. You don’t get home until 5 am but does that really matter?

The three of you are like the 3 Stooges, but in 80′s rollerskating gear. The neon short shorts, wristbands, headbands and glow bracelets and all. Stu... certainly rocks his the best

Candy Rate: 0%-100% They don’t really go trick or treating, but they might steal some from the store to make a dash out, so that’s a win... I guess

Pinhead

Pinhead is familiar with the concept but doesn’t see the point in participating. If it’s what you call “fun” then you really haven’t experienced much in the terms of “fun”. Let him ramble on about that himself, but he eventually gives in. Refuses to knock on any door for candy. Only for him to claim that they should “be aware of his presence.” Yeah okay, just knock on the door so the kids behind you don’t have to wait that long

Doesn’t find the paper halo and Dollar Store wings amusing at all, but you get him to wear it anyways. Sometimes, you might see him strut his stuff in vain

Candy Rate: 75% Some of the more Christian Households didn’t appreciate the “vulgar” blood on the costume... oops

Harry Warden

Oh jeez oh fuck do you know how long it’s been since he’s been trick or treating? Let alone OUT and about on a HOLIDAY? I mean he doesn’t have a problem with Halloween but it’s still hella nerve wracking. Physically cannot and will not knock on any door or he might actually just turn and face the other direction to avoid any eye contact whatsoever

He doesn’t know what the hell Minecraft Steve is, but he thankful you got him in the box suit. He got to have his pickaxe spray painted blue so that was a pretty epic gamer moment

Candy Rate: 110% Gamers have the ability to raise their stats when critically low for 3.5 seconds after combat

Norman Bates

Absolutely adores Halloween, now even more so that he’s got you to spend it with! Tons of kids stop by the hotel to have their fair share of Norman’s Candy Bowl. It’s filled to the brim with king sized candy bars and almost never seems to get close to emptying before he replenishes it with even more. It’s nice to put a few smiles on the young ones faces and spend the cool, crisp night with you

He’s a simple boy and doesn’t need anything too fancy, so he’ll settle for a skeleton. He’s fascinated by watching you apply make up to not only yourself, but him as well. You did amazing, sweetie

Candy Rate: 200% For all those little kids, 500% for all the leftover bags Norman impulsively bought for the two of you

The Creeper

You weren’t getting him to dress up in anything at all, no matter how much you begged for him to get in the mood. Creeper prefers the tricking part of Halloween either way, it’s more fun. Although Halloween was more fun back in the day, but he’ll deal with it now, just for you. Isn’t scared to knock on the doors either, flashing that pretty little smile of his as a demand for only the finest candy you’ve got... or else

A cowboy babey! It’s the closest you could get to dressing him up. A little belt buckle with real guns (because what’s the point if their not?), a lasso and even some spurs on his boots. He’s got that Yeehaw smile too

Candy Rate: 100% out of pure fear and intimidation. Have as much candy as you want babe

Hannibal

Trick or Treating? No my dear, you’re met with a fine Masquerade Ball and night out on the town. The going door to door is fun and all for the kids, but let the adults have their own twisted fun. Maybe you might be able to talk him into a few scary haunted mazes or houses, but Hannibal still loves his classy, ballroom fantasies and dancing with you, but only this time a bit more fun and loose with upbeat music and strobe lights

Still elegantly dressed in a suit, a Spider broach on his pocket with an equally stylish mask alongside a slim dress/suit and mask just for you!

Candy Rate: 50%? There will be treats at the party but... they’re more cooked and decorated pastries? They get half credit, but taste great!

#slasher x reader #halloween #jason voorhees x reader #michael myers x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #leatherface x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu amcher x reader #ghostface x reader #pinhead x reader #harry warden x reader #norman bates x reader #jeepers creeper x reader #hannibal x reader

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thegreatestofheck · 4 years ago

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Ocean and Alcohol Pt. 10 ✘JJ Maybank✘

part one! part two! part three! part four! part five! part six! part seven! part eight! part nine!

I feel like I should make a masterlist or something. This is getting kinda crazy.

(gif not mine! all credit to toesure! thank you for this beautiful gift. I love it)

Word Count - 6014 Warnings - Fighting, swearing, depictions of verbal, emotional, and physical abuse, Synopsis - Kie convinces your dad to let you come with her to the annual summer movie series, where tensions between the Pogues and Kooks finally comes full circle. Your dad finds out a secret which means there’s hell to pay for you. Taglist - @bitterbethany @lovelymaybankk @ilymarkchan @downbytheouterbanks @clearcolourlessglass @obxwriterfan @tangledinsparkles @chill-sushi A/N - Hey, so this chapter is pretty heavy! There’s some pogue on kook fighting, but also the reader goes through hell with Gerald. I don’t think the depictions are too graphic, but still, if it bothers you, please be cautious. Your safety is my priority! Also, I’ve been feeling rather irritated by my own writing. Every time I reread my work, it just sounds so apathetic and unfeeling, but I didn’t want that to interrupt this series because I know there are those of you out there who still read it! Thank you to those of you who have been interacting with my work in all forms, it is really encouraging. Anyway, here’s part ten! Stay safe, stay healthy, stay groovy, my friends!

When your dad opened the door and you saw Kie standing there on your front porch, your heart seized for a moment. You thought maybe something had happened to one of the boys, but from the small smile on her face, you could tell that wasn’t the case.

“What can I do for you, miss?” Your dad asked, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel. You neared, meeting her eyes and giving a small wave. She didn’t wave back, but her smile grew wider.

“My name is Kiara Carrera. My mom and dad own the Wreck? I live not too far away from here,” she said, which was her way of saying that she was a Kook and lived on Figure 8. “I was wondering if your daughter wanted to come with me to the summer movie series today.”

Your heart soared as you turned to look at your dad quickly. Being able to spend the day with Kie without fearing any retribution from your dad was high on your list of things that would make you very happy. You stepped toward your dad, pleading with your eyes even if he couldn’t see you.

“Well, Kiara, that offer is mighty nice of you, but-”

“Daddy, can I please go?” You asked with another step, twisting your hands. He turned to look at you, jaw tight. You pinched your eyebrows together as you knit your eyebrows together. He watched you carefully before finally sighing and hanging his head.

“You’ve been good this summer,” he said. “You can go.”

A smile broke across your face as you glanced over at Kie. She grinned almost as widely. You ran toward your dad, throwing your arms around his neck. For a moment, he hugged you kindly, until he grabbed your arm with an iron grip. You glanced over at Kie and her smile faltered.

“Anything happens today,” he hissed in your ear, sending a ripple of tremors down your spine. “And you’re dead.”

You nodded against his shoulder and as you slowly let him go, you tried to fix a smile back onto your lips. He dropped his hand from your arm and smiled again, but you could see the venom behind his teeth.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you whispered, not confident in the sound of your own voice.

“Go change,” he told you. “I don’t want my daughter out looking like a whore.”

With that, he turned and walked, throwing the dirty towel onto the floor at your feet. He flinched as he slammed the backdoor shut, closing your eyes and breathing slowly.

“Hey,” Kie said as she took a few steps into your house. You opened your eyes and smiled at her. “Let’s get you changed.”

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You were in the passenger seat of Kie’s car when you pulled up to Pope’s house.

“They’re gonna resist coming,” Kie said as she parked her car.

“What, resist spending all day with us out in the sun watching movies?” You scoffed, opening your side door. “No way.”

Kie laughed and the two of you walked up to Pope’s front door. Kie lifted her hand to knock, but you stopped her with a sly smile on your face. She pinched her eyebrows together.

You pounded on the door with your fist and deepening your voice, you called out.

“Kildare PD, open up!”

Kie shook her head and pressed her palm to her face. You laughed quietly to yourself as you heard a few swear words and bodies shuffling around. Pope finally flung the door open with a forced smile. When he saw the two of you laughing on his doorstep, his smile fell and he glared.

“That wasn’t funny, Elm,” Pope said with a sigh.

“I thought it was pretty funny,” you said, glancing behind him to where JJ stood. He hung his head, hiding a small bout of laughter from Pope.

“What’s up?” Pope asked.

“Summer movies,” Kie said. “We want you to come.”

The two boys glanced at each other, sharing something between them that made both you and Kie nervous.

“I think we should stay inside,” JJ said, walking up to the door to stand beside Pope. You scowled, but quickly tried to shake it off.

“On a day like today?” Kie scoffed. “No way, couch potatoes. Not on my watch.”

Pope shifted uncomfortably. There was something going on. You weren’t entirely sure what it was, but you didn’t like it. And you were going to find out what it was.

“Yeah, no, you’re coming with us,” you added, crossing your arms. Whatever it was they were up to, there was no way you were going to let them scheme it out on their own at home. It took a few more minutes of convincing, but you and Kie eventually got both of them in the car.

“What movie are they playing?” You asked, trying to break the silence in Kie’s car.

“You’ve really never been to one of these?” Kie turned to look at you as you shrugged. “Even JJ and Pope have been before.”

“Yeah, like twice,” JJ said, fiddling with his lighter. He was fidgeting more than normal. Something was definitely off with him.

When you arrived, the grass was already packed. You carried a few blankets in your hands as Kie led you to a clear spot in the grass.

“I’m glad they’re still doing this,” Kie said with a smile, nearly skipping. “Keep calm and carry on. Back to the OBX life. Aren’t you guys glad we made you come?”

“Ecstatic,” Pope said without so much of a twinge of emotion as he set a chair down onto the grass. You spread out a blanket and flopped to the ground with a happy sigh.

“Pope’s couch was pretty comfy, I’ll be honest,” JJ mumbled.

You glanced up at Kie as Pope and JJ whispered back and forth to each other. She nodded her head toward the concessions stand.

“Sure,” you said, pushing yourself upward and following after her. There was a smile on your face as you walked beside her, but it fell when you saw who else was over there. A growl came from your throat before you could stop yourself.

“Down, doggie,” Kie laughed, following your line of sight. “He won’t make a scene here, don’t worry.”

You scoffed and tore your glare away from Rafe just before he glanced over at you.

“Two Pepsi’s please,” Kie said to the guy at the concessions, pulling her wallet out of her back pocket. “You want anything, Elm?”

“I got it, Kie.”

“No, it’s my treat.”

You raised your eyebrows at her and she narrowed her eyes. Finally, you turned back to the guy standing there waiting for your decision.

“Just a bag of popcorn please,” you said to him. He nodded his head. “Thank you, Kie, you didn’t have to-”

Kie held up her hand.

“You’re my friend, Elm. Not gonna let you starve over a few bucks,” Kie told you with a smile.

“Hey, Kie, Elma.” At the sound of Rafe’s voice, you felt your entire body seize up. You shut your eyes, hoping that maybe it was a hallucination, that if you willed him to go away, he would. “How are you?”

Kie turned to look at him while you opened your eyes and took the popcorn and drinks from the stand.

“I’m fine,” Kie said with the most uncomfortable smile you had ever seen. It almost made you laugh. You looked anywhere but at Rafe, remembering your last conversation with him. He had threatened you, you had threatened him right back, and then he had almost tried to protect you when JJ started shooting. It was confusing and you hadn’t thought of it much, but now that he was in your line of sights, you started wondering about it again.

“And you, Elma, how are you?” He asked. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes with a glare.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?” You ground out through your teeth.

“Just once more, sweetheart.” You lunged forward at the nickname as it sent ice through your bones. Kie stepped in front of you, keeping her perfectly placed smile on her face. You fumed from behind her, glaring daggers into Rafe’s skull. There was a wicked grin on his face as he looked past Kie and straight through you.

“Tell your boy we know what he did,” Rafe said once he finally looked back at Kie, inching closer. You had half a mind to shove him backward.

“What boy are you talking about?” Kie asked. You had no idea how she kept her cool so well. If she hadn’t been there, you would have already knocked him back on his ass and given him a few new bruises on his pretty face.

“He’ll know.”

That was definitely a threat. And it was a threat to one of your friends, maybe even JJ. Your eyes narrowed even further. If it weren’t for the Pepsi and popcorn in your hands, you might have strangled him. Kie turned away from Rafe, hooking her arm through yours. She pulled you away, but you didn’t take your eyes away from Rafe. He had to know that if he came after any of your friends, you would be there and he would get his ass beat.

“Watch your dog, Kie,” Rafe called after you, causing a few heads to turn. You made to attack, but Kie wouldn’t let you go.

“Elm, c’mon. Remember what your dad said,” Kie whispered, tugging you along. You finally whipped your head around, breathing ragged.

“I really hate him,” you sighed as you sat back down on your blanket.

“Who?” JJ asked, tensing almost instantly.

“Rafe.” You popped a piece of popcorn in your mouth. JJ stood, but you put your hand on his knee, pushing him gently back into the chair. You settled between his legs, still glowering as you chewed on your popcorn.

“He said,” Kie added, handing a Pepsi to Pope. “and I quote ‘You tell your boy that we know what he did’.”

“What is that?” Pope’s voice raised an octave as he looked over at JJ, who shrugged.

“Um…” JJ cleared his throat. “Where is he?”

You pointed your finger behind you, staring forward. Pope and JJ spun around to look in that direction. You could feel JJ’s legs bouncing up and down, another sign that he was nervous. Something had happened to him and Pope and it had something to do with Rafe. It was official, you were definitely going to kill him.

“Great, the whole death squad,” Pope breathed. You scowled up at him for a moment before looking back at the screen.

“Don’t stare,” JJ said, pushing Pope’s head back to the front. “If they corner me, I’m coming out swinging, okay?”

You sat up, turning back to look at JJ.

“If that doesn’t work,” JJ continued, plucking his backpack off the ground. You wondered why he had brought it with him. “I got this right here.”

Your stomach dropped and you looked over at Kie, who had a worried mother look on her face. It wasn’t until her eyes met yours that you realized what exactly JJ meant by it. Pope and JJ muttered back and forth together for a few moments as you and Kie tried to internalize what you had both just realized.

You pressed your palms against your forehead, sighing heavily.

“Hey, JJ?” Kie said, her voice tight. “Please tell me that you did not bring a gun here.”

At the word, you lifted your head, shifting your jaw. Both you and Kie were staring JJ down, which made him visibly uncomfortable. He glanced between the two of you before responding.

“Kie, I didn’t bring the gun.” JJ twisted one of the rings on his fingers. He was lying. “Everything’s fine, okay?”

Another twist. Another lie.

Your eyes fell to the bag on the ground as Kie drilled into him about the rules of the Pogues and what not. You barely heard Pope say something about ‘it going down tonight’, but all you could think about was the gun in that backpack. All you had to do was ask JJ for it. He would give it to you. He wouldn’t ask questions. Even if your dad turned up the next day with a bullet in his head, JJ would never question you.

You forced yourself to look away and engage back into the world of reality. By that time, the first movie had started and your friends had fallen silent. You leaned back against the front of JJ’s chair, resting your head against his knee, trying to get your mind off of the gun. He dropped his hand down to your shoulder, giving a short squeeze.

Focusing on the movie was a thousand times harder with JJ’s thumb brushing your neck. The actors on the screen were talking to each other, but you had no idea what they were saying. If there was a mind reader in the crowd, they would be scarred after reading what was going on in your head. You clenched your jaw so tightly that it began to ache. The sun started to drop, darkness falling over you and JJ got a little bolder.

When you couldn’t take it any longer, you put your hand over his and pulled on his arm until he leaned forward. You could see the smile on his face as you turned to whisper to him.

“I might cut your hand off if you don’t stop, Maybank.”

JJ laughed and turned to say something, but before he could, Pope patted his arm. JJ sat up and turned toward Pope with a rather irritated “what?”

“I gotta take a piss,” Pope whispered. You laughed to yourself, turning back to the movie that you could now actually focus on. Still, you had no idea what was happening.

“Hold it,” JJ hissed.

“I can’t hold it, I drank too much soda.”

“It’s too exposed, they’ll totally see us.” You raised your eyebrows up at them, but the boys were both too engaged in conversation to notice.

“I gotta go.” They both looked back. “They’re blocking the bathrooms.”

“I could distract them so you sissies could go pee,” you said, keeping your eyes on the screen. JJ flicked your neck gently, making you pout.

“Come on,” JJ said. “I know where.”

As he shifted in the chair, you took the note and moved away so he could stand up. You huffed, lifting yourself into Pope’s chair beside Kie as the boys scampered off behind a tree.

“This isn’t good, is it?” You whispered to Kie. She shook her head, a reflection of the screen in her eyes.

“No, it’s not.”

You watched Rafe, Topper, and Kelce walk across the lawn behind the same tree.

“Kie,” you said, tapping her arm and nodding over toward the boys.

“That is definitely not good,” she said.

“Should we-”

“No. It’s a boy thing. We shouldn’t get involved.”

A few more moments went by and none of the boys came back. Your heart started to pound in your chest. You were worried for JJ and Pope, sure, but you were also itching to get Rafe a little bloodied. And when you couldn’t handle it any longer, you pushed yourself out of the chair and hurried over, ignoring the disgruntled protests from the people you walked in front of.

You weren’t surprised to find that a fight had broken out. You remembered that first fight you jumped into, saving John B and JJ all those weeks ago. This one was eerily similar.

Kelce held onto JJ, Rafe pounding into his stomach. Topper had Pope by the throat.

You didn’t take the time to really assess the scene much farther before jumping in. Grabbing Rafe by his shoulder, you spun him around and landed a punch across his face. Pain splintered throughout your hand, but you didn’t care. A startled yell came from him, but it didn’t take him long to compose himself and fight back.

Kie came running around from the other side of the screen, swinging the backpack with all of her strength. You watched with a smile as she smashed it against Topper’s back. The moment of distraction was enough for Rafe to land a solid punch against your jaw.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” JJ yelled, struggling against Kelce’s grip. You spat blood at Rafe’s feet.

“That the best you can do?” You asked. He swung again and you ducked, jabbing him in the stomach with your fist.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Rafe said, wiping blood from his lips.

“That makes one of us.”

The scuffle carried on. You and Rafe moved around each other expertly, almost like a partner dance the two of you had been playing for years. The fight wasn’t stopped until Kie used the only brain cells that any of you had and set fire to the screen. Topper let got of Pope, Kelce releasing JJ.

As soon as JJ was free, he tackled Rafe to the ground.

“We gotta go,” Kie said, helping Pope to his feet as the screen burned. “JJ, Elm, we gotta go!”

You pushed yourself onto your feet, cringing against the pain in your ribs. You grabbed JJ’s wrist before he could pound Rafe’s face into the dirt.

“C’mon, bucko,” you said, pulling him backward. “We need to get outta here.”

JJ stood slowly, stumbled off of Rafe. You wrapped your other arm around JJ’s waist, pulling him back as the movie watchers started to scramble away from the burning screen. Lacing your fingers through JJ’s, you ran after Pope and Kie as they made a break for her car.

“Anyone want to fill us in on what exactly happened?” You asked, jumping into the backseat. JJ didn’t even get the door closed before Kie stepped on the gas.

“I may or may not have totaled Topper’s boat,” Pope said, breathless, as Kie tore out of the parking lot. He started to cough, rubbing a hand against his neck.

“Here,” you said, passing him a bottle of water before Kie started yelling.

“What the hell, Pope?” she shrieked.

“They started it!” JJ protested, half standing. You pushed him back against the seat. “Rafe and Topper jumped Pope while we were on delivery.”

“They didn’t,” you said.

“Yeah, they did.” JJ crossed his arms. “So I told Pope to sink Topper’s boat. They deserved it.”

“Whether they deserved it or not, there’s going to be absolute hell to pay for this,” Kie said. “But first, we gotta get Elm home so her dad doesn’t kill her.”

You let out a heavy sigh, looking down at your knuckles. The skin had broken from your first punch, blood dribbling down your hand.

“Let me see your face,” JJ said, putting his hand under your chin and moving your face toward him.

“I’m fine,” you said, waving him off. “Kelce was beating you pretty bad though.”

You tried to pull up his shirt to see what kind of damage Kelce had done to his ribs, but he waved you off in the same way.

“Kie,” Pope said in an airy voice, mocking you. “Let me see you. Are you okay? Is everything alright? Are you dying? You were hurt pretty bad….”

You rolled your eyes as JJ kicked the back of Pope’s seat. Kie was still fuming, unamused by Pope, her knuckles tightening over the wheel.

“You’re just jealous that you don’t have a girl to fawn over you, Pope,” you cooed, giving a fake pout. “See, JJ here gets beat up and it’s hot as hell and I just can’t keep my hands off of him.”

Pope gagged, rolling down his window to fake vomit. JJ turned to look at you as you grinned at Pope’s reaction.

“Do you really think it’s hot when I get beat up?”

You shook your head.

“No. It makes me want to set Kelce’s house on fire,” you told him, tapping your finger against his shoulder. “But seeing you beat Rafe up…”

“Seriously, guys, I’m going to jump out of this car if you don’t stop,” Pope said. You finally scooted away from JJ, still laughing. You had been joking to make Pope uncomfortable, of course, but you weren’t lying. Watching JJ beat the shit out of Rafe was incredibly sexy and the next time you got him alone….

But you knew that probably wouldn’t be any time soon.

A few miles before pulling up to your driveway, Kie stopped the car.

“Pope, get in the back,” she said.

“Are you really that mad?”

“Pissed as hell? Yes. But Elm’s dad can’t see either of you. So, switch places with her. Now.”

Pope popped the door open and switched places with you. Kie drove the last few miles in silence.

Seeing your house as you pulled up made you sigh. Even if there was a big fight and you get pushed around a bit, the freedom you had felt being out with your friends with no fear as nothing like you ever felt.

“What are you going to tell him about your bruise?” Pope asked, both him and JJ laying flat against the backseat.

“I’ll make something up,” you told him with a smile, not looking back. You could see your dad at the front window, waiting. You waved up at him. “See you guys later.”

You didn’t wait for either JJ or Pope to say anything else before hopping out of the car. Kie followed you to your front door. The door was opened before you even made it to the top steps, your dad standing right inside.

“What happened to your face?” He asked. You smiled at him, rolling onto the balls of your feet.

“Oh, the bruise?” You asked, pointing at your jaw. “I got excited when we got to the movies, tripped over a curb. I tried to catch myself on a tree, but….”

You lifted your hand to show the cut on your knuckle. Your dad shifted his gaze over to Kie. You could feel her tense under his cold gaze.

“It’s true, Mr. Gerald,” she said, arms wrapped around her stomach. “It was actually pretty funny.”

You turned back to your dad with a smile. He glanced between the two of you for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh.

“Did you have fun?”

“Oh, yeah.” You remembered the feeling of JJ’s hand against your skin, the feeling of spending time freely with your friends, the feeling of your fist against Rafe’s face. “I had a blast.”

“Good, I’m glad,” your dad said. “Thank you, Kiara, for getting her home safely.”

“Of course, sir,” she said, but you could hear the strain in her voice. “I hope we can do it again someday...soon.”

That was a risky thing for Kie to say. One day out with no apparent issues wasn’t about to convince your dad that you could go out more. Still, you appreciated Kie’s attempt. She knew the prison that you lived in, how much worry was on your shoulders whenever you snuck out. Your dad sighed, putting his hands on his hips.

“I’ll talk about it with my daughter,” your dad said. He opened his hand out to you and you took that to mean that you were no longer permitted to be outside. “Thank you again, Kiara.”

You stepped inside and turned back to look at your friends.

“I had a good time today,” you said to her and she smiled. “I’ll see you around?”

Kie nodded, biting her lower lip.

“Yeah, see you around, Elm.”

You cringed as she turned to walk away. Your dad slammed the door shut behind her, but this time, you didn’t flinch.

“Elm?” he asked, turning to you slowly. “What, the name I gave you not good enough?”

“It’s not like that, Dad,” you said, backing away slowly. “We...we’re friends. We give each other nicknames. That’s the one she picked for me.”

Your dad narrowed his eyes at you.

“Go to your room, Elma,” your dad said. “Sleep well.”

“You too.”

You hurried upstairs before your dad could say anything else. Kid popped his head out of his bedroom with a smile.

“Hi,” you said, voice quiet.

“Hey,” he replied. “How was your day?”

You lowered yourself to the floor, crossing your legs. Kid stepped out of his room completely and copied your position.

“My day was good,” you told him with a smile. “How was yours?”

“Good.”

Even though neither of you could really talk about what really happened with your dad standing just underneath you, undoubtedly listening in, it was enough to just sit there and see the smiles on each other’s faces. Knowing that Kid had a great day, whether he was at Dex’s house or playing with his other friends at the arcade or browsing the comic book store, was all that it took to make your heart burn with happiness and pride. It didn’t matter how deep your father’s actions cut into him, your brother never let it ruin his morale.

“Sleep tight, Kid,” you told him, ruffling his hair. He tried to dodge your hand, laughing as he shoved your arm away.

“You too.”

You stood and helped him up. Putting your hands on his shoulders, you steered him back to his room. Once he was back inside, you leaned up against the wall.

“I love you, Kid,” you said, looking at the floor. “I don’t say it enough.”

Kid turned back to look at you, the smile gone and a serious look on his face.

“I know,” he said. “You don’t have to say it. I always know.”

You smiled, feeling tears prick into your eyes.

“That’s good to hear.”

“And, El?” You looked up at him. “I love you too.”

***

You were rudely awoken by the front door slamming shut. You sat up, gasping for breath, whatever dream you had fading instantly. The sound of your father storming back and forth across the lower level of the house, pounding and slamming almost everything he came in contact with, made your bones rattle. Chills ran up your spine as you closed your eyes, trying to build up the courage to go downstairs and confront him about it. The sooner you went, the better things would go.

Flinging your blankets off, you shuffled out of your room. As you passed Kid’s room, you saw him peak out, just the barest of his eyes visible. You waved him back inside. He opened his mouth to protest, but you shut his door without waiting to hear it.

You swallowed a lump in your throat before making the long trek down the stairs. Heart pounding, you neared the dining room where your dad was shoving chairs back and forth to make more noise.

“What...what’s wrong?” you asked, your voice cracking. He froze where he was. Your ears burned with anticipation. Your dad turned to you, his eyes burning with fury. You took a step back, hands dropping to your sides, ready for whatever was to come.

“What’s wrong?” His voice shook. “What’s wrong is that I was just told that my daughter has been sneaking out and around behind my back, lying to my face, hanging out with the scum of the earth. What’s wrong is that I’ve just learned that you’ve been fooling around with some boy from the cut. That’s what’s wrong!”

Your heart plummeted into your stomach. After slowly taking in what he said, you tried to control your breathing.

“Daddy, please, I-”

“Don’t lie to me!” His booming voice echoed through your house. “You can’t lie your way out of this one, you sly bitch. No, I’ve got proof.”

Eyes wide, you watched in horror as your dad pulled a stack of photos of his pocket.

“Explain this one to me. It’s from last night, isn’t it?” He threw the photo at your feet. You covered your mouth with a trembling hand as you stared at it. There you were, sitting between JJ’s legs, his hand resting against your neck. The familiar sting of tears pained your eyes as you looked back at your dad. “What about this one? Can you lie your way out of this?”

He threw another picture at you. It was you and the Pogues on the HMS, dancing. There was a wide smile on your face as Kie guided your movements with her hands. JJ sat beneath you, his eyes glued to your back.

“Dad-”

“Oh, this one’s my favorite,” he said with a cruel laugh, looking at the picture in his hands. “When was this? That night you asked to go over to Sarah Cameron’s?”

It was from that night. You were wearing JJ’s sweater, the sweater that you had hidden in your room. His hands were on the side of your face, his lips against yours. You were smiling. The picture took you back to that day. You remembered the flash of lightning as the storm came rolling in.

As if a ton of bricks had been dropped on you, a realization dawned on you. The flash you had seen wasn’t lightning. It was the flash from someone’s camera.

Somebody had been taking pictures of you then, and they had been ever since.

You looked up at your dad again, a large tear dropping from your eye. Your dad tossed the entire pile at your feet, the photos scattering around you. You and the Pogues at the Wreck, you and Kie at the ice cream shop, JJ teaching you how to surf, John B cheering you on as you shotgunned a beer, you and Pope dancing at a kegger.

Mind racing, you closed your eyes to try and shut it out, but all you saw were the pictures. You thought you had been safe, you thought you had been clever, you thought he would never find out.

It goeth before the fall, they say.

“Did Bradford know about this?”

You snapped your eyes open, a new breed of fear starting to pump through your blood. You hadn’t protected yourself well enough, but you could still keep Kid out of it. You stepped forward, nearly slipping on the pile of pictures.

“Kid didn’t know anything,” you said, your voice shaking. Your dad sneered at you, staring down at you and your tears.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Daddy, I swear, Kid didn’t-” Your dad’s hand shot through the air, hitting your nose and breaking it almost instantly. You gasped, falling back as you felt the blood start to drip down your face. “I swear, I swear. Kid didn’t know. He didn’t know.”

“So you admit to it?” Your dad shouted, looming over you as you tried to crawl away. “You admit to it!”

You nodded quickly, your hand slipping on a photo as you tried to crawl away.

“Yes,” you said as you stared up at him. “Yes. I’ve been out with them. I’ve been sneaking out to see them. To see him. But Kid didn’t know.”

Your dad lifted his foot and brought it down hard against your hand, the same hand you had dug your teeth into a few nights before. You cried out against the pain, feeling iron tasting blood drip into your mouth. You pulled your hand to your chest in an attempt to stop the throbbing.

“What’s his name, Elma?” Your dad asked. You started crawling backward again, using your one good hand. “Your little boyfriend, what’s his name?”

You clamped your mouth shut, lips trembling as you stared up at him. There was no way you were going to tell him. JJ didn’t deserve to suffer for your mistakes.

“What’s his name!”

You shook your head furiously.

Leaning down, your dad grabbed you by your hair and lifted you off the ground. He slammed you against the wall, your back hitting the corner. A whimper came from your mouth before you could stop it.

“You think you’re so tough?” Your dad seethed, winding up his fist for a punch. You braced yourself for it. Still, your head whipped around when it hit. “You think you’re so clever?”

Another punch and you felt the skin on your face break, blood spewing from your mouth.

“Daddy, please-”

“I never wanted you!” He screamed, hitting you in the stomach. “But I try to protect you. I still try to protect you!”

He pulled you away from the wall, only to slam you back against it again. Hitting the corner for a second time tore the breath from your lungs. You gasped, pain riddling your every movement. You lifted your hands to your head to prevent another punch, but he no longer went for your face. His hands were big and he only needed one to wrap around your throat.

It already felt like you couldn’t breathe, but now with his hand squeezing, you knew you couldn’t. You tried to pry his hands from around your throat, but your strength was fading fast. You saw Kid standing in his doorway, mouth hung open and tears falling from his eyes. If you didn’t put an end to this soon, Kid would get brave and step in. You weren’t sure you would be able to save him from that.

“Dad,” you managed to squeeze out. He didn’t loosen his grip. “Midsummers.”

He looked away from your throat, glancing up at you.

“What did you say?”

You pulled at his fingers, straining as you felt your cheeks begin to tingle from lack of oxygen. He released the tiniest bit of pressure from your neck, enough for you to squeak in a small breath.

“Midsummers,” you said again, your voice a little less weak than before. “I can’t...Midsummers...like this.”

He seemed to get the picture you were painting. Concealer could only go so far and there was no way you could pull up to Midsummers looking like you were hit by a truck. You had never missed a Midsummers before and there would definitely be questions if you didn’t go. All you needed to do was get your dad’s hand off of your neck, all you needed to do was breathe. You just had to convince him that his reputation was worth more than killing you.

Apparently, it was. He let your neck go, still holding your hair and pressing you up against the wall.

“You ever lie to me again and I’ll kill you,” he seethed in your ear. You nodded your head slowly, trying to hold off how badly you wanted to cough. He finally let you go, stepping away as you fell flat against the floor. You coughed, trying desperately to suck in any form of air as you curled your legs up to your chest. You lay amongst the pictures someone had taken, the pictures that had damned you.

The front door opened and then slammed shut again.

“El!” Kid raced down the stairs. When he reached you, he dropped to his knees and scattered the pictures even farther. He didn’t even seem to see them as he stared down at you.

“I’m okay,” you said, tears and blood running down your face. Your voice was harsh like gravel. Speaking just made another wave of coughs shake through your body. Kid put his hands on your back, brushing your hair out of your eyes.

“Shh,” he cooed, laying down in the pictures beside you as you coughed through sobs. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

Who in the hell had taken these pictures? Who could hate you enough to take all these pictures, go through the effort of printing them out, all to show your dad?

Only one person you knew hated you that much, only person who knew enough about you and the Pogues to have this much evidence against you. There was only one person in the Outer Banks who would want you to hurt so badly.

Rafe Cameron.

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tirednotflirting · 3 years ago

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show's over, the same old story now

hi i wrote a fic based on ‘moon in the morning’ by adam melchor. objectively this is very much not a happy fic am very sorry (but also not bc i think it’s good lol)

if you’re not comfy with reading stuff about infidelity this one is not gonna be your jam just fyi

thank you to @reveriesofawriter for giving this a read for me this morning <3

you can read it on ao3 here

He’s never given Alex a key. Jack figures he has to draw the line somewhere so he’s never given Alex the spare key to his place.

Instead, the key stays just beneath the flower pot beside the front door and it stays there rather than under the mat because the first place someone would go looking for a key is below the mat, Jack. So really, the line is more like faded chalk on a sidewalk after a summer rain and Jack can’t be bothered to fix it with something more permanent.

It’s around midnight when Jack hears the lock turning and the front door open and close. He’s been sitting on the floor in front of his coffee table working on a research paper for the last several hours, late night talk shows play from the TV for some background noise. Without lifting his eyes from his laptop screen, he listens to Alex kick off his shoes by the door before wandering into the kitchen. It’s a well rehearsed routine. He doesn’t need to look across the room to know that somewhere on the other side of the wall Alex is plugging his phone into the charger by the coffee maker before checking the fridge for leftovers. (They’re aren’t any in there tonight since Jack finished off the last of the chicken parmesan for his own dinner. There is some watermelon on the top shelf though.)

Given the time and the fact that it’s Friday, Alex must have been picking up someone’s shift at the bar so Jack isn’t surprised when he hears more soft footsteps head in the direction of the bathroom. A few moments later he hears the sound of the spray from the shower. Jack figures that’s another ten or so minutes he’ll have to work on his citations so he gets back to the task at hand.

Almost exactly ten minutes later, Alex wanders into the living room wearing a pair of sweatpants pulled from Jack’s closet but his own flannel. He hasn’t bothered with the buttons and Jack does what he can to ignore that observation. Alex takes a seat on the couch just behind where Jack sits and again, in an all too familiar routine, Jack sighs at the feeling of Alex’s fingers pressing into the tension he holds in his shoulders.

“You’ve gotta stop sitting on the floor when you’re working,” Alex says. “You’re going to graduate with a masters in back pain otherwise.”

“I’m comfiest on the floor.”

“I promise you would be comfier at your desk, Jack.” Alex says with a laugh before he leans forward and presses his lips against Jack’s hair like he always does. Before he sits back up, Jack catches the faded scent of Alex’s cologne on the collar of the flannel and it’s enough motivation to reach forward and quickly hit save before closing his laptop for the night. Jack pushes himself up onto the couch beside him and their brown eyes meet for the first time since Alex let himself in twenty or so minutes earlier. Alex looks tired (he always looks so tired) and Jack can’t help but lift a hand to cradle his cheek, his thumb brushing gently below the dark circles he can see in the glow from the TV.

“I’ll be fine,” Jack finally answers after a few beats of silence pass between them.

“Just trying to take care of you,” Alex mumbles as he drops a hand against Jack’s knee and his thumb traces circles against the bone there. There’s some kind of emotion Jack can’t quite place in his tone. He’d question what to call it but they both know that’s not where this is headed.

“You always do,” he replies instead and moves his hand to the back of Alex’s neck to pull him closer to bring their lips together. Alex catches on quickly enough and sighs against Jack’s lips before climbing into his lap and winding his arms around his shoulders, his fingers tangling into the ends of Jack’s hair.

Jack smiles into the kiss when Alex gasps at the feeling of Jack’s fingertips skating their way up his back below the worn flannel shirt. Jack has perpetually cold hands meanwhile Alex’s skin always feels like he’s on fire. There’s probably something poetic in that but Jack ignores the dreamy thoughts and words in favor of pushing the soft material away from Alex’s shoulders until he briefly removes his hands from Jack’s hair to shake the shirt the rest of the way off. He tosses the shirt behind him before wrapping himself around Jack again. Jack feels goosebumps rise against where his fingers brush against Alex’s chest and he knows it’s something he’ll never get over the thrill of being able to do.

Alex’s lips travel down Jack’s jaw to the tattoo on his neck that Alex has always been fond of. “Let’s go to your room,” Alex mumbles in a lower voice, his lips brushing against Jack’s ear. He all but falls out of Jack’s lap before grabbing his hand to pull him in the direction of the hall. The flannel is left forgotten on the back of the couch and the TV is left on with some random late night show host still telling bad jokes to a studio audience.

As they pass the kitchen, Alex’s greedy lips pressing against whatever skin he can find as he pulls Jack toward the bedroom at the end of the hall, Jack swears he can hear the sound of Alex’s phone buzzing out a rhythm against his kitchen counter.

And unlike Alex’s melancholy tone or the poetry told by the temperature of their skin, Jack doesn’t have to question who’s trying to call Alex after midnight on a Friday night. Jack already knows the answer. But as he takes the final steps into his bedroom and lets Alex kiss him against the closed door, he once again chooses to ignore the truth and the buzzing beside his coffee maker in favor of falling into bed with a boy he knows will be gone by sunrise.

A few hours later, the sound of the sink running wakes Jack from his sleep. He’s always hated how lightly he sleeps. He knows he’d be far more well rested just in general if he could stay unconscious through the sound of thunderstorms and his late night companion leaving in the earliest hours of the morning. But he figures for the universe to stay balanced he has to be punished for this somehow and maybe this is the best the universe can do at this kind of hour.

His eyes flutter barely open, just enough that he can make out some of the details of his bedroom from the tiny light provided by the moon shining through the curtain he hadn’t bothered to close before falling asleep a few hours earlier. As he listens to the sounds of Alex brushing his teeth and wandering around Jack’s apartment to find the clothes he arrived in, Jack takes in his open closet and the mussed up other side of his bed. It’s reached the point in the year where Jack only sleeps with a sheet because he can’t rest when he’s too warm. A long time ago Alex told him something about how he’s never been able to sleep without something weighing down over him. Jack had started keeping a quilt in the chair in the corner soon after that. It’s already been folded up again and placed back in its spot.

He hears the familiar jingle of Alex’s keys that he dropped in the bowl by the door on his way in a few hours earlier and exhaustion starts to settle back over Jack. He pulls the sheet up over his chest and turns away from his bedroom door and lets out a long breath before closing his eyes.

He’s just started to tumble back over the edge toward sleep so he can’t be sure it wasn’t the beginning of a dream but Jack swears he hears the soft sound of footsteps on the carpet and feels a pair of lips press against his temple. It’s probably easier for everyone involved to assume it’s only his subconscious playing tricks with him again though, he figures, and then he’s asleep.

It’s a couple weeks later on a night that follows the same routine as all the others. But for some reason they’ve both chosen tonight to pull a wild card on each other. Rather than forcing his eyes shut and his breathing to steady out after listening to Alex shuffle around the small apartment before heading out, Jack lets himself stay awake. He sits up against the headboard, the sheets falling to pool around his waist. He feels himself shiver in the cool air. He always keeps his place fairly cool at night but he stopped noticing it when he so often is sharing a bed with a human furnace.

Alex steps back into the doorframe, his arms crossing against his chest as he leans his shoulder into the wood, his dark eyes falling to meet Jack’s. He doesn’t look all that surprised to see Jack awake, his eyebrows only barely lifting in recognition that they’ve gone off script a bit.

“You should get some rest, Jack,” Alex says in a voice that suggests he should take his own advice. “You’ve got a busy day tomorrow.”

“Does he make you happy?” Jack asks, his tone all curiosity. Jack is a student before all else; all he wants to do is understand, really.

“He doesn’t make me unhappy,” Alex answers as though the answer should be that obvious. “I wouldn’t stay with someone that makes me miserable.”

“Then does he know you come here? Does he never question why you come home two hours after closing smelling like another man?” Jack isn’t sure who he’s judging more out of the two of them with the questions. He watches Alex take a moment to sigh and scratch at the back of his neck.

“Jack, we can’t have this conversation right now,” Alex says, his eyes floating around the room from his spot at the door in an attempt to avoid Jack’s gaze. “I need to get home. It’s late.”

He shoves his hands in his pockets and turns then to leave. Jack holds his breath until he hears the front door open and close and the lock slide into place. He takes a deep breath then and lets his body fall back against the mattress. Jack closes his eyes and pushes aside the ache in his chest at the silent reminder that despite how often Alex makes his way into Jack’s apartment and heart at the end of the day, home will always be within a different collection of four walls and with a different boy.

It’s a creak in the mattress that wakes Jack up this time. For a moment he’s confused at the warm body still pressed against his back. He’s worried his mind is starting to play even more cruel tricks on him in his dreams but the fingertips pressed against his middle tell him their current position is a reality. He lets his fingers fall into the spaces between Alex’s and he feels a sigh against the back of his neck. But he also doesn’t miss the way Alex pulls him impossibly closer against his chest.

“I need to leave soon, Jack,” he states quietly, another emotion hidden in his tone since Jack can’t see Alex's face.

“Can you stay until the morning?” Jack asks the question before he can stop it from leaving his lips. He squeezes their hands together. The action feels somewhat clumsy, it’s not often that they hold hands. “We’ve both gotta get up for class. I’ll make coffee, you can borrow a shirt.”

“He’ll wonder where I was,” Alex answers though there isn’t anything combative in his voice.

“Will he?”

They’re both silent for a few moments but they both know there’s an answer that’s been said regardless. Alex presses his lips against the back of Jack’s neck and it feels like he’s struck a match against the skin.

“Goodnight, Jack.”

And as both of their breathing evens out while they stay pressed against each other under the sheets, Jack’s final thought before stumbling into sleep is that maybe he wouldn’t mind getting burned.

#jalex #jalex fic #atl fic #yeah i'm not gonna lie i felt a bit bad about this one like it's just a very angsty fic #excellent song highly recommend if you haven't heard it #adam melchor makes some bitchin tunes

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todorokiaimee · 4 years ago

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Dopamine Chapter 5

Previous Chapter

“Hey, Sero! Thanks for hosting tonight,” Kirishima said as he pulled an ice-cold beer out of the fridge. “It’s been a long time since we had a guys night.”

Sero nodded as he looked over the Uno cards in his hand. “No problem dude. I’m always happy to pull you away from your old ball and chain.”

“Well, Marina and I are still a while off from the wedding.” Kirishima chuckled as he rejoined the game, the guys all gathered around Sero’s kitchen table.

“Fuck, don’t get him talking about Fish Sticks,” Bakugou grumbled. “He’ll never shut up.” Kirishima’s fiancé Marina had always rubbed Bakugou the wrong way but even he couldn’t deny the fact that they were made for each other. That fact aside, he still refused to call her by name.

“Speaking of little ladies…” The redhead smirked, before playing his card down on the pile. “Bakugou! Would you be so kind as to give us an update on your mystery woman?”

It had been a few days since Bakugou and Jada’s date. The blonde couldn’t deny the chemistry between them, but he was resigned to keep things casual for now. Love and hero work just didn’t mix. It’s only a distraction and gives your enemies something to use against you. Even so, he couldn’t get the dark-skinned beauty out of his mind ever since he first laid his eyes on her.

“Mystery woman?” Kaminari questioned as he played a draw 2 card. “The one he ditched us for on Mina’s birthday?”

“The one and the same,” Kirishima smirked, turning toward his friend. “Spill dude.”

Bakugou scoffed, playing his turn. “I don’t kiss and tell boys.”

“Boo you whore!” Kaminari laughed.

“We need to know more about the chick that effectively pulled you out of the booty call business.” Sero pushed as he took a drink of his beer.

I’m pretty sure I’m her booty call. But not for long. “I don’t owe you guys shit.”

“Can we get a name a least?”

“It’s Jada!” Kirishima confessed with a toothy grin.

“Jada!” Kaminari cooed. “First name basis already?! Things are getting serious!”

Bakugou only shrugged, drinking his beer. “She’s American so... not really.”

“Oh American!” Sero quirked a brow, laying down his card. “Taking a page out of Todoroki’s book, huh?” He smirked, sure he’d get a rise out his friend.

“I’m nothing like fucking Half n Half!” The ash-blonde barked.

“You don’t know what you’re missing with these American girls, Sero.” Kirishima smiled, laying down a wild card. “They’re so bold. Jada certainly isn’t letting Bakugou off easy. Oh, and I pick Blue.”

“Ooof I love it when they play hard to get,” The electric hero groaned, biting his lip. “Only makes me want them more.”

“We know.” The rest of the gang deadpanned.

Sero shook his head as Kaminari played a reverse card. “You went after Jiro for a solid 3 years before you got wise.”

“Oh, Jiro…,” Denki sighed lovingly. “The one that got away. I really thought we had an unspoken thing.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes with a grunt. “She was fucking gay you twat!”

“Well, I know that now! Also, can we talk about how hot she and YaoMomo are together? I mean damn.”

“I thought we were grilling Bakugou?” Kirishima interjected, playing a draw 4 card.

“Yeah,” Sero agreed, picking up his cards before playing his turn. “You’re not off the hook yet. Tell us!”

“Fuckin weirdos.” Bakugou hummed, leaning back in his chair. He never liked to talk about his exploits but he took pity on the guys. He was the only one of them actually dating besides Kirishima and his almost married stories were just a mushy love fest. “You know I only like the best so…” He smirked, looking around the room as his friends waited in anticipation. “She has this crazy body… like stacked. Legs for days. Piercings. Green eyes and smooth dark skin…”

“American and Black?” Kaminiari interrupted. “I sense a pattern here.” Sero shushed him, urging Bakugou to continue.

“She’s smart too. She fixed my gauntlet with just tools in her purse,” He chuckled, remembering her tinkering on his gauntlet with ease. “She’s unpredictable. Whenever I think she’s gonna go right, she goes left. It drives me fucking crazy but there’s something about her.” He paused, stroking the stubble of his beard as he mumbled. “She’s just different.”

The room fell silent as they looked at their explosive friend in awe until Kirishima finally said what they all were thinking. “Dude. You’re gushing. Like actually gushing about a girl.” He paused as a huge grin pulled at his lips. “You’re catching feelings!”

“The fuck I am!”

“Yes, you are! Ask me how I know.”

“I swear to God if you bring up Marina again I will--”

“You just called her Marina!” Kirishima laughed as his friend let loose a small explosion in his hardened face.

“Don’t be shy, dude,” Sero teased. “It’s about time actually. We were getting worried about you.”

“Shut up!” Bakugou grumbled. “Let’s get back to the game.”

“Okay, let’s hurry this up because I’m ready to move onto phase two of the night,” Kaminari said as he played another reverse card.

“What’s phase two?” The redhead asked as he played a reverse card back to Kaminari.

“It’s a surprise!”

“I’m probably gonna hate it but fine.” Bakugou huffed.

“Uno!” The electric hero cheered as he played yet another reverse card.

“Fuck!” Bakugou yelled as he looked over to his guilty-looking redheaded friend. “Shitty hair if you play another reverse I’m going to reverse your existence.”

“I’m sorry! That’s all I can play!” He grimaced as he laid down the card.

“And a wild card for the win!” Kaminari boasted, laying down his last card. “Fork it over bitches!”

The men all groaned as they took out their wallets, each tossing 10k yen onto the table. “Why were we playing and betting on fucking Uno anyway?” Bakugou mumbled.

“Because Denki doesn’t know how to play poker.” Sero huffed.

Kirishima chuckled. “Well, it worked out fine for him I guess…”

“Okay, it’s time for phase two!” Kaminari said as he pocketed the money. “We’re going to the strip club! I’m gonna take your money and make it rain!“

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Filing out of the uberX, the boys made their way to a seemingly everyday luxury building, Denki talking over his shoulder, “Guys you are going to love this place. It’s called The Secret Garden. Super classy and discrete.”

Sero laughed as he pulled out his ID, walking up to the bouncer at the door. “Dude all I need to know is are the girls hot?”

“Well duh.” The electric hero chuckled. “My girl Tiffany can throw it back.”

“I should probably call Marina and tell her the change of plans,” Kirishima mumbled apologetically as he took out his cell phone.

“Heh. Pussy.” Bakugou jeered as his friend stepped away to call his fiancé.

It was then that Kaminari looked amongst his friends as they all took turns showing their IDs. “Everybody’s got cash money, right? The ladies do not take cards. I found that out the hard way.” With an affirmation from the rest of the crew, Kirishima returned to the group, pocketing his cell phone.

“What did Fish Sticks say?” Bakugou asked the redhead with a smug smirk. “Do you have to go crawling back home with your dick between your legs?”

“She’s cool,” he shrugged. “She said I could browse the menu as long as I don’t order anything.”

“No lap dances for you then.” Sero laughed.

“That’s cool,” Denki said with a bright smile, leading everyone inside. “The main stage is where the best girls dance anyway.”

As the men made their way up to the mainstage of the club, Bakugou took a moment to gauge his surroundings. There was mellow house music pumping through the speakers has men and even a few women sat around in comfy chairs as gorgeous scantily clad women danced sensually on top of them or just talked with them seemingly enjoying their company. Strip clubs always made Bakugou vaguely uncomfortable but he couldn’t put his finger on just why. Maybe it was just the very public nature of traditionally intimate activities. It didn’t matter anyway, there was no way he was going to be seen as the prude of the group.

The group of friends all sat down around the edge of the main stage, each pulling out a healthy wad of cash to prepare for their first dance. Denki however, took it a step further as per usual. The hero pulled out a money gun, eagerly loading it up with his Uno winnings from earlier that night. As the others rolled their eyes at their eccentric friend, a petite pink-haired woman dressed in a frilly lace baby doll set walked up to the man with a sweet smile. “Mr. Kaminari welcome back! It’s been so long since you last came to play with us.” Sakura cooed as she batted her lashes.

“Princess! Good to see you! I’m sorry it’s been a while. Duty calls.” Denki smirked as he flexed his biceps, not so subtly. “Tiffany should be performing on the main stage tonight, right?”

“Umm, how many times have you been here?” Kirishima whispered to his electric friend.

“Sorry hun,” Sakura apologized. “She called in sick tonight. But my girl Nubia is about to go on. She always puts on an amazing show.”

“Nubia, huh?” Denki hummed as he scratched his chin. “I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of watching her dance. This should be fun!”

Bakugou sighed as he stood up from his seat. “I’m gonna go get a beer.” The man made his way back to the bar, the bartender taking his order as the lights on the mainstage went out, a woman crossing the floor. He hummed as he paid for his drink taking a sip as the MC’s voice rang through the speakers.

“Welcome back to the main stage our exotic beauty and tonight your faithful assistant, Nubia!”

As the lights lifted, Bakugou watched from the bar as the dancer stood on stage, her back to the audience. Dressed in tight office attire, she tossed random papers into the air as James Brown’s “It’s a Man’s World” played throughout the club. (https://youtu.be/ilMV5tu9bcQ)

And then she turned around.

No. Fucking. Way. The explosive hero nearly choked on his beer as he stared. He knew those dark locs and green eyes anywhere. The woman on stage was in fact, Jada Jackson.

He continued to watch from afar as she twirled around the pole to the music, slowly peeling off articles of clothing until she was left in a silver bra and thong set. He clenched his fists as he seethed watching her long legs wave in the air, her curves on full display. This can’t be happening. Bakugou willed himself to stay calm as his friends cheered her on, cursing under his breath as she finally rid herself of her metallic bra, leaving her chest bare to the world. It was then that Jada crawled across the stage floor, right up to his friends staring in awe.

Jada smirked as she went up to the blonde who had been very enthusiastic, shooting yen bills onto the stage with his money gun. Kaminari practically drooled as his eyes flicked from her full breasts to her green eyes and back again, “Good God, where have you been all my life?”

“Waiting for you, sweetheart,” Jada breathed as she moved her body seductively, her eyes flicking to the large wad of cash in his hand. “Is that for me?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Then slide it in, baby.” She smirked as she stretched out the band of her thong. Denki eagerly slipped the stack of bills into the band as she let out a lewd moan followed by a delighted giggle. “I love a nice thick one.”

Denki gulped, exploring all the possibilities in his mind. “Let me take you away from all this…”

Next, Jada turned her gaze to Sero, a nervous smile plastered across his face. “Look at that smile. Aren’t you a cutie.”

“T-thank you, ma’am.” He stuttered as he put his cash tip into her thong band as well.

“So polite. Thank you, sir.” Jada gave him a wink before crawling over to her next target, Kirishima. She giggled to herself as she knelt on her knees before him, his eyes refusing to look anywhere below her neck. “Someone looks a little shy.”

“Heh yeah… maybe a bit.” He chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck timidly.

“Relax, honey. I don’t bite.” She purred as Kirishima laughed, showing off his pointy pearly whites. “Oh. But maybe you do.” Jada breathed as she came up with an idea. “I think I’d like these chompers right… here.” Just then, the ravenette grabbed his head, pulling his face into her large breasts, giving them a shimmy for added effect.

THE FUCK?! Bakugou couldn’t believe his eyes. He silently seethed as he chugged his beer. Here was his girl, the woman he had invested so much time and energy on, and his friends are ogling her freely. His palms popped and sparked as he crushed his beer can in his fist as Jada finished her dance, collecting her clothes and tips before disappearing into the back. The hero stomped back up to the stage with his eyes filled with rage, Denki taking notice of his friend.

“Dude! You missed the whole dance! I think I just met my future wife.”

“Shut the fuck up Kaminari.” Bakugou practically spat, as he walked up to another dancer. “Oi! The girl that was just on stage. When is she coming back out?”

The woman looked him up and down before giving the hero a playful smirk. “You want a dance, baby? I’d be happy to help you out.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” He said dismissively. “When is Ja- Nubia coming back out?”

“I’ll go get her.”

The dancer turned on her heel with a sigh before walking backstage and into the dressing room. “Hey, Jada?” She looked around the small crowded area quickly finding the dark-skinned beauty amongst her fairer colleagues.

“Yeah?” She asked as she fixed her makeup.

“You got a request for a dance.”

“Really?” Jada mumbled, a smile pulling at her plump lips. “Must be my lucky night. I got some great tippers stageside tonight. Was it the skinny blonde one with the black streak in his hair?”

“No it was a blonde but he had a spikey undercut… super buff too.” The dancer hummed as she played with her hair. “Nasty attitude though so I would be careful. Should I tell Tanaka to keep an eye on him?”

“NO!” Jada yelled before quickly recovering, “Um I mean, I got it. I’ll be right out, just let me change into a new set.”

After quickly changing into a new navy bra and pantie set, Jada nervously made her way back onto the club floor, praying to whoever would listen. Please don’t be him. Please don’t be him. Please don’t be him. She held her breath as she looked around the room, a pair of ruby red eyes locking with hers instantly. Fuck it is him. Her heart dropped into her stomach as the ash-blonde walked up to her, practically steaming. “Hi handsome, you want a dance?”

“You’re just gonna act like everything’s fine? Really?” Bakugou fumed. “Were you ever gonna tell me?!”

“Okay! Sounds like you want a private dance! Follow me to the champagne room, sir.”

With a flip of her long dark locs, Jada led Bakugou out across the floor, his friends quickly taking notice. He ignored their cheers for what they thought would be a seductive dance at his request. Instead, their hoots and hollers only fueled his rage even more. Once inside the ultra-private champagne room, Jada was the first one to speak. “I can explain.”

“This should be rich, Dimples.”

“This is only temporary.”

“Temporary?” He scoffed as he crossed his muscular arms.

“Yes!” Even she knew she didn’t sound very convincing.

Bakugou laughed, rolling his eyes. “I swear to God if you tell me you’re only doing this to pay for law school or some bullshit like that--”

“I’m doing this to pay for a number of things that I’m not at liberty to discuss with you. And frankly, I don’t owe you shit!”

“Well, you’re so full of shit that you must have plenty to go around!”

Jada bit her lip as she let out a deep sigh. She really didn’t think she was going to have this conversation with him this soon if ever. “Look, I have to make a living, same as everybody else. When YOU go to the strip club someone has to dance for you. So obviously you were okay with that arrangement as long as your girl wasn’t on stage.”

“I didn’t want to fucking come! The point is you fucking lied to me!”

“I never lied to you.”

“You didn’t tell me the whole truth!”

“You didn’t ask the right questions.”

Bakugou groaned as he raked his hand through his hair, exasperated. “Fuck! I can’t believe you actually had me bragging to my boys about you. Me! Bakugou fucking Katsuki gushing over a woman.” The hero was so furious he was shaking. In fact, he was more than furious, he was embarrassed. “I sang your praises to my friends only for you to turn around and take your clothes off for them!” He laughed as he shook his head in disgust. “Oh, and you let my best friend motorboat you too. Can’t forget that.”

The ravenette paused, taking a step back, turning her eyes away from his burning gaze. “I’m not going to apologize for doing my job. You and friends came here to be entertained and I delivered.”

“I’m a Pro Hero for fucks sake!” Bakugou yelled, throwing his hands into the air. “I can’t date a stripper. Not knowing any extra off the street with a yen can see your goods.”

Jada paused, unsure of what to say. She wasn’t surprised by his reaction, but she didn’t expect the bite of his words to cut her so deep. I knew this was a bad idea. I knew you were a bad idea. “Well, let me rid you of that problem. You won’t be seeing me anymore.” She said coldly before holding her hand out to him. “That’s 55,000 yen for the dance.”

“What?!” He barked in confusion.

“The champagne room is super private and luxurious. No cameras so as to not hurt your precious image.” She hissed as her nose began to tingle. “It costs more and my boss is expecting a cut.” Don’t you fucking do it, Jada. You will not cry in front of him. “I know you’re good for it so let’s not drag this out.”

The blonde scoffed, digging into this pants pocket to pull out his wallet. “I can’t believe I have to pay for a fucking fight,” he mumbled, taking out a wad of cash. “You didn’t even dance…”

“Yeah but like you said…” Jada said as she snatched the money from his hand. “Your boys enjoyed the show, didn’t they?”

To stop himself from completely losing his cool, Bakugou pushed past the woman and stomped back out onto the club floor. He sulked up to his group of friends, now watching a new dancer on stage. Kirishima was the first one to spot him, immediately noticing his abnormally hostile energy and his overly red face.

“Whoa! Where’s the fire, bro?”

“We’re leaving!” Bakugou bellowed, walking over to the door.

“Dude, what happened?” Sero asked as they all got up from their seats before following Bakugou out of the building. “Did you not like your dance? She was hot.”

“Did you like it a little too much?” Denki chuckled as he gave the ash-blonde a slap on the back. “Cuz I mean I wouldn’t blame ya. That’s a meal I’d eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

“SHUT UP!” Bakugou yelled, punching his well-meaning friend in the face, his frustrations finally getting the better of him. Stumbling backward, Kaminari held his nose in his hands as he groaned in pain.

“Katsuki! What the fuck dude?!” Kirishima shouted as he steadied the electric hero. “What’s the matter with you?”

“That was her!” Bakugou boomed as he paced the sidewalk.

“Who?”

“Jada!”

The men all stared at Bakugou blankly, not understand who he meant.

“The stripper…” he explained through gritted teeth. “Nubia. It’s fucking Jada!”

The group of friends all looked at each other in confusion until the reality of the situation finally clicked into place, all of them shouting at once, “FUCK!”

Meanwhile, inside the club, Jada left the champagne room with her head hung low as she silently counted the wad of cash from her almost beau. Eizan was right… I was stupid for even trying. With a sigh, she sauntered backstage to the dressing room, plopping down in her makeup chair. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t even notice her best friend pull up a seat next to her.

“Wow, girl look at that fat wad! What did you have to do to get that?” Sakura asked cheerfully.

“Nothing…” Jada breathed, putting the cash away for safekeeping.

“Sweetheart, why do you look so upset? What happened? Did that guy do something to you?” The pink-haired woman quickly looked her friend over for any marks or bruises, her concern growing.

“No, I'm fine.” Jada insisted as she touched up her makeup, taking special care that her eyeliner and mascara were still intact. “I just got a reality check is all.”

Chapter 6 | Masterlist

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saedii-gilwraeth-simp · 4 years ago

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This post but I wanted to do it all with BillyxArsinoe - Part 2: electric boogaloo (REPOST BC I FINISHED IT THIS TIME)

How do they fall asleep? Wake up? Any daily rituals?

Billy always says hello to Arsinoe first when he gets home. It doesn’t matter if it’s a party and there are 50 people between Arsinoe and the front door, Billy always says hello to her before anyone else. And Arsinoe always kisses Billy’s cheek before she gets out of bed because she’s too groggy to say hello properly.

How’s their team work? Do they share well?

Wins three-legged races every time. They are masters of communication so they work together really well and tend not to step on each other’s toes. They share pretty well unless it’s blankets.

Are they open about their relationship? How do they feel about public displays of affection?

Billy and Arsinoe fucking love talking about each other to other people because they love being together. In terms of PDA, they are… very enthusiastic and it has definitely gotten them in trouble before.

First impression of each other? Was it love at first sight?

They really didn’t click when they first met and it was definitely not love at first sight. I call it the “Billy is the epitome of a privileged white man” effect

Nicknames? Pet names? Any in-jokes?

They only call each other pet names when they’re tired. And they probably have a million in-jokes that I’m not funny enough to come up with

Any tasks that are always left to one person?

Arsinoe always makes the bed bc she knows Billy likes to get into a made bed at the end of the day. Billy always washes and puts away the dishes bc the repetitive motion messes with Arsinoe’s bad shoulder

What annoys them the most about their partner? Would they change it if they could?

Billy gets upset over how far Arsinoe takes things when it come to helping/protecting her friends and family because it can get her hurt, but he wouldn’t change it bc he knows he would do the same thing. Arsinoe doesn’t like that Billy wants to protect her constantly but she wouldn’t change it bc very few people (basically Jules and Mirabella and that’s it) have ever cared about her enough to protect her

What do the like best about their partner?

Arsinoe adores how gentle but fierce Billy is and Billy loves how much joy Arsinoe brings to the lives of everyone she meets

Do they discuss big issues? Religion? Marriage? Children? Death?

They discuss it when they first start permanently living together. Neither are religious bc Arsinoe has trauma from the temple and Billy just doesn’t really care about religion. Both agreed very early on that they wanted to get married and have children. Neither wants to talk about death, they’ve had enough of that that they just want to push the conversation away.

Who drives? Cooks? Does the handiwork? Cleans? Pays the bills? Handles the public?

Billy drives, neither cook, Arsinoe does the handiwork, both clean, Billy pays the bills (bc patriarchy). Neither handle the public.

Do they celebrate holidays? Anniversaries?

They like to celebrate holidays bc it gives them a chance to get everyone together to celebrate. And they both go ham for anniversaries.

Is there a wedding? What was the proposal like? Any kind of honeymoon?

So Billy just proposes on a nondescript Sunday in summer when they’re chilling on the porch and he looks over and the sun is lighting Arsinoe up and he just knows that this is the perfect moment, so he grabs the ring he’s carried around for months out of his pocket, puts it on the table open and says “Hey babe, let’s get married” and that’s it, they’re engaged. So, the wedding is nice and the reception is rowdy but also very intimate - Billy and Arsinoe definitely cried during the vows they wrote themselves and their flower crowns were gorgeous. And for their honeymoon, they go to this really nice manor in the country and do typical honeymoon things ;) ;)

What do they do for fun? Do they have a favorite activity or do they like to switch things up?

They go on fun dates around the city - lots of horse-racing, boxing and rugby. Their favourite though is to try to find different, better places for picnics each week. It’s began to get very competitive.

Anything they both dread?

Both really don’t enjoy being separated. Which is not to say that they always have to be together or that they can’t exist without each other, but they enjoy each other’s company so long periods of separation make them sad.

How adventurous are they?

I mean, this is a couple who recreated “We’re going on a bear hunt” so they get pretty wild.

Do they keep secrets? Lie? Cheat?

They might keep secrets to surprise each other time to time, but they both value and love each other too much to even consider lying, cheating or keeping big secrets.

What would make them break up? Would it be permanent?

Nothing and if something did, it sure as fuck wouldn’t be a permanent break up.

What are their dates like? How long do/did they date? Do they ever feel the need to take a break from each other?

Their dates are pretty fun and involve food and laughing, regardless of what they do/where they go. They “dated” for like 3 years simply cause they’re both young and have all the time to get married. and they don’t really feel the need to take breaks but they do sometimes, just to feel independent.

What do they fight about? What are their arguments like? How do they make up?

They don’t really have big explosive arguments and fights because they’re good at expressing themselves. But when they do fight, they both yell and then they get really silent and then they talk it out. And then makeup sex.

What does their home look like? Their room?

The townhouse in the city - where they are normally - is mostly shades of baby blue and has the vibes of a rich 18th century family home. Their bedroom has sapphire blue walls and curtains with a four poster bed and a dresser and a wardrobe against the opposite wall. They have an ensuite with a massive bath and double vanity and a walk in robe. They also have a farmhouse and that is a lot more quaint.

Do they share any interests or hobbies?

Both enjoy looking after their chickens and the horses they own at the races but other than that they have their own hobbies.

Does their work ever interfere with the relationship?

Billy’s work requires a lot of travel that Arsinoe can’t go on sometimes, so they have to shift how their relationship works sometimes, but for the most part, it doesn’t matter how far apart they are.

How do they hug? Kiss? Tease? Flirt? Comfort?

Billy sometimes hugs Arsinoe around the shoulders and will kiss her temple, usually when he feels talking will ruin a quiet moment. Otherwise, Billy tucks Arsinoe into his chest and wraps his arms over her shoulders when hugging her. Arsinoe always puts at least one hand on Billy’s neck and Billy always puts on hand on Arsinoe’s waist/hip when they kiss. If Billy wants to tease, he holds Arsinoe’s hips and kisses her neck. Arsinoe could reveal an ankle and Billy would blush tbh. Both are terrible flirts so they don’t flirt very often. And in terms of comfort, a hand hold or a good hug is really good for them.

Any doubts about the relationship?

Nah, their solid

How much time do they spend together? Do they share their feelings, or hold things in?

They spend a lot of time together (to be clear, they definitely are comfortable to ask when they need independent time) but it’s not like they’re constantly speaking, touching, they could just be sitting in the same room and it’s comfy. And they’re the best at sharing feelings, mostly bc they’re both shit at holding things in.

How do their friends feel about their relationship? Their families?

Their friends think they’re an excellent couple. Billy’s family tries to focus more on Billy’s happiness than how unconventional Arsinoe is as a Mainlander partner

Do they have kids? Grow old together? Split up?

Billy and Arsinoe have four children, triplet boys and a girl who are agents of chaos but grow up surrounded by so much love and acceptance (unlike how their parents grew up). B*A do grow old together and are still a fucking power couple in their 90′s

What are their vacations like?

Both work quite hard day to day so when they’re on holiday they usually relax, stay in bed late or meander throughout local towns.

How do they handle disasters or emergencies? Minor injuries? Sickness?

Both are very calm, cool and collected during disasters or emergencies. Billy stresses about injuries and sickness while Arsinoe’s pretty nonchalant bc she usually knows how to fix it. However, neither like it when their kids are sick.

Could they manage a long distance relationship?

They could but they wouldn’t want to

Do they finish each other’s sentences? Pick up any phrases or habits from each other? Know when the other is hiding something?

They definitely have the ability to finish each other’s sentences. Arsinoe has picked up Billy’s habit of tapping fingers on any surface that is nearby and Billy has taken on Arsinoe’s habit of rubbing a cheek when nervous. And yes, they know when each other is hiding something but they trust that whatever is being hidden will be revealed when right.

Do they ever get into trouble? Is it serious, or are they just mischievous?

Oh boy they get in trouble so much but in the fun, saucy, “we’re a young couple in love” kinda way

What kind of presents do they get each other? Do they only do it on special occasions?

They usually will get each other something heartfelt or practical, sometimes a mix of both. They aim to stick to holiday/birthday sharing but every now and then, it’ll be a matter of “I saw this and thought of you.”

Do they have any pets?

More chickens than they know what to do with. A couple of cats that come and go and a golden retriever that their kids got but won’t reveal how, they just bought it home one day.

Do they bring out the best in each other, or the worst? Do they have a fatal flaw?

They bring out the best in each other and they’re the definition of married people who are best friends. They don’t really have fatal flaws.

What’s their greatest strength as a couple? Their weakness?

Greatest strength is how much they love each other so they create an environment that is so comforting. They’re weakness is that they’re so cute it makes people angry.

How much would they be willing to sacrifice for the other? Any lines they refuse to cross?

They wouldn’t do anything a morally sound person would consider deplorable but they would definitely sacrifice a lot for each other.

What are they like in the bedroom? Any kinks/fetishes/turn-ons? Anything they won’t do?

Look, they’re def 50/50 vanilla/kinky but in terms of specific turn ons, Arsinoe has a thing for Billy’s hands and Billy likes Arsinoe’s legs and butt (very valid takes). I also think that they would try different bedroom things at least once, for experimentation purposes.

Who initiated the relationship? Who kissed who first? When did they realize they were in love?

They both kind of initiated the r/ship and technically Arsinoe kissed Billy first. Billy realised he loved Arsinoe when she jumped in front of the bear and Arsinoe realised she loved Billy when he tried to save her from the priestesses.

Any special memories? Do they have a special place they like to go to?

Their special memories come mostly from when Arsinoe came back from Fennbirn to the Mainland, their wedding day and their kids birthdays. Their special place is on the townhouse roof bc it’s quiet and they can see the stars really well from there.

Are they party-goers? What are they like when they’re drunk? Does it happen often?

They go to the occaisional party if they like the people who will be there. Arsinoe can’t get drunk and Billy doesn’t drink bc he doesn’t like how angry and aggressive it makes him.

Do they let each other get away with things that would normally bother them?

Yes, but only to a certain extent. If it really bothers one of them, then that person will make a comment and that will prompt a change in behaviour from the offensive party.

Do they talk often? What about?

They talk all the time. Sometimes it’s dumb jokes or to check in with each other but mostly it’s just fun and boring married couple conversations.

Are the comfortable with each other? Anything they have to have their privacy for?

Billy and Arsinoe are very comfortable with each other. There’s nothing specific they require privacy for unless it’s for a surprise.

Any special dreams or goals they have as a couple? Any heartbreaks? Regrets?

I mean, they just really desperately want to have a normal “white picket fence” life with each other, marriage and kids included. They don’t have a lot of heartbreaks (simply bc at some point, the amount of trauma they’ve suffered has to stop) and they don’t have regrets because that’s not how they choose to live their lives.

#three dark crowns #one dark throne #two dark reigns #five dark fates #kendare blake #queen arsinoe #billy chatworth

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Challenge 81

Thank you for voting @why-not-be-confetti, and good job dropping your ballot off! Here we have some pure cotton candy Maxerica post-engagement, pre-wedding fluff. I usually write America at least a few years after becoming Queen, when she’s grown into the role and become more confident in herself and her instincts. It was fun to go back and think about bebe America, still seventeen, still getting to know Maxon and the monarchy!

When America heard that she had a five-hour final wedding dress fitting on her calendar two days before her wedding, she was actually kind of relieved. Five hours with nothing to do but stand on a pedestal while Mary and a team of highly-skilled seamstresses put the finishing touches on her gown? It was practically a vacation compared to the whirlwind of a schedule she’d had to keep up every day since Maxon’s proposal. Looking back, she should have known better.

She stood still in heels for hours, sweat dripping down her legs, feet aching, and still Silvia showed up to drill her on the names, faces, and occupations of her most important wedding guests so that she could greet them appropriately at the reception.

America’s feet were deep red when Mary finally freed her from the fitting, but America wore a pair of heels all the way back to her room on the second floor because walking barefoot in what was supposed to be her own home was somehow “unladylike” and “common”. America rolled her eyes at the thought, kicking her shoes off and hobbling toward her bathroom to start filling her tub with piping-hot water and soothing oils. She planned to stay in the tub for hours, maybe even sleep there that night if her poor feet still weren’t feeling better.

When the tub was full, America sank down into the water and let out the longest exhale of her life, hot water and oils flowing up to her ears and melting the tension and soreness out of her body. She had no idea how long she sat there, letting her exhausted brain wander away from everything she had to memorize before her wedding, dodging the intense trauma she had just experienced during the rebel massacre, and picturing a time, in a week and a half, when she would be a married woman, settling into her new life as queen, and visiting her mother and family at their gorgeous new estate for the first time since Kenna, James, and the baby had moved in.

America stayed there, daydreaming about the simple act of setting the table while her family carried plates of food in from the kitchen, all in that idilic, gorgeous house that Maxon had chosen for them. He wouldn’t be able to join her for that visit, but he was determined to make it out for some family time as soon as he could. For now he was saving every free minute he had to spend on their brief honeymoon, which was a good excuse, so America wouldn’t apply too much pressure to him about visiting her family.

Just as America started to doze off in the cooling water, fighting with herself about whether to spend the effort to sit up, drain some old water, and add some hot water to the tub or just sleep, she heard a distant knock at her door.

Mary was so busy, night and day, finishing the work on America’s wedding gown that America didn’t have anyone to help her with day-to-day tasks. This usually suited her well, she liked dressing herself in the mornings for example, but it was very inconvenient right this second when America had no one to answer the door and tell whoever it was to go away.

There was a 75% chance it was Silvia in the hallway with more work to do, and yelling from her tub would not please her new assistant one little bit. It was a dangerous gamble, but being lazy was worth it. She yelled, “WHO IS IT?”, wincing a little as her voice echoed on the gorgeous Palace tiles louder than she'd expected.

Distantly, through her bedroom door, she heard, “Er… It’s Maxon.”

America jolted in surprise, accidentally slipping under water thanks to the slickness of her skin after soaking so long in oils. “Just a moment!” America called back as soon as she emerged, water raining down her face from her red hair.

America hurried as quickly as she could to safely leave her tub, wrap herself in her fluffy white robe, and dash to the door where she found Maxon, cool as a cucumber, standing in a dashing suit with both hands in his pockets. “Ah… America.”

America blushed. She knew that “Ah”. It was the “Ah” of amusement at how much of a mess she could sometimes be.

“Maxon?” America tried to collect her dignity, drawing herself up a little taller as if this would hide the state of her dripping hair.

“I can see I have disturbed you, shall I go?” he offered.

“No.” America hurried to reassure him. He wasn’t dating anyone else anymore, but she still felt lucky when he chose to visit her in the evenings. “Why—“ America tried to rest her hand casually on her door handle and it slipped right off. She recovered by stuffing her hands in the pockets of her robe, “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I’ve just wrapped up my final meeting for the evening, and I was hoping… that is to say, America, my darling, would you like to go on a date with me?”

America smiled, her stomach filling with glowing warm lightning bugs. She knew this was her fiancé, but he still made her feel queasy when he flirted with her. She hoped that never went away. “Yes. I just need a minute to get dressed. What should I wear?”

“Something comfortable… although, perhaps not that comfortable.” he chuckled at her bath robe.

America poked her tongue out at him to thank him very much for the wardrobe advice and then closed the door in the new King’s face.

Since her instructions were to dress comfortably, America chose one of the pairs of jeans she’d won in her strawberry tart bet with Maxon, paired with a comfy green sweater. Her hair was a soppy mess now, so she swept it up into a bun on top of her head. She wiped her messy mascara and eyeliner away, a casualty of her dip in the oily bathwater, and swiped a little bit of gloss over her lips in hopes of making them enticing enough that Maxon might decide to claim his right as her betrothed and kiss them.

When she opened the door again, Maxon still stood there waiting, and his face cracked into a smile at the sight of her. He held out his hand and when America placed hers in it, he looked down, surprised. “So soft…”

“It’s the bath oils.” America giggled at his surprise.

He pressed a kiss to her hand and inhaled deeply, “We must order more.”

“We have plenty.” she assured him.

“I will not have you running out. And you should try out different scents if you want. Have Mary order more.” he insisted, still astonished by her soft, smooth, sweet-smelling little hand.

As they walked down stairs, America heard all about his day at work, but what she appreciated most was that he listened to the details of her day with lots of interest, even though her job wasn’t nearly as consequential as his. When they arrived on the first floor, America was surprised when Maxon led her away from the gardens or the movie theater or the kitchens, the most likely candidates for a date night at the Palace.

“Maxon, where are we going?” America asked.

“It’s a surprise.” Maxon was pleased with himself, and America smiled cheekily at the look of self-satisfaction on his face.

Still, when he led her out one of the many entrances to the Palace and America saw a car idling out front, she paused. “We’re leaving?”

“Not for long.” he reassured her.

“But is it safe? The last time we went for a drive I got shot—“

“The last time we went for a drive we were sneaking away from the King to meet with a band of rebels and we were spotted by a different group of rebels and—“ he paused, shaking his head at their life. “One group of rebels are my advisers now, the other group was mostly wiped out in the massacre—“

“Mostly.” America reminded him. “Some of them survived, and they’re not happy with us, Maxon.”

“This time we’re going with plenty of guards, and we aren’t stopping to meet anyone.”

“Then what are we doing?” America asked, curious.

Maxon seemed a little annoyed at having to explain his surprise to her, but given that they’d both recently experienced bullet wounds, he supposed she wasn’t being unreasonable with her questions. “In just a few days you are going to be the Queen of Illéa, and the capitol city will officially become your home. It occurred to me that you’ve never really seen Angeles, aside from the ride from the airport and to the Palace and back again. Tonight we’re going to go for a car ride and I’m going to show you the city.”

There was nowhere in the world America wanted to be more.

She allowed Maxon to open the back door of the car for her and she accepted his hand as she climbed inside, even though she didn’t really need his help. Maxon jogged around to the other side of the car and climbed in the back, then slid over so that he could wrap an arm around her. “The glass is bulletproof. This is a very different situation than the one we were in before—“

“I’m okay, Maxon.” she smiled at him, touched that he was still working so hard to make sure she felt safe.

“Good.” He returned her smile and then kissed her on the lips. It could have become a very long, passionate kiss indeed, but the guard who would be driving them opened the front car door and began adjusting his mirrors. Maxon raised the privacy window so that the guard wouldn’t be able to see or hear them, and the car began to slowly roll away from the Palace.

Even in her time as one of Maxon’s Selected, America hadn’t ridden in luxury like this before. The seats were so soft, so comfortable, and the ride was perfectly smooth and silent. America leaned into Maxon’s embrace, turning in her seat just a little so that the car window was in front of her face. As the car curved down the driveway, America got a good look at the front of the Palace, all lit up against the dark night. “Does that ever get old?” America asked.

“No. Even I know that’s special, and I was born in it.” Maxon replied.

Just beyond the gates of the Palace, the glistening, glowing city loomed large. The buildings, interesting glowing sticks in the distance from the vantage point of the Palace, towered over the car stretching impossibly toward the sky.

“People work in there.” Maxon noticed her crane her head up to try to see the tops of the skyscrapers. “Thousands of people go there every single day and fill each one of those buildings up.”

“Goodness…” America had been to the capitol city of Carolina and had seen tall buildings before, but nothing like this. She felt as if she was at the bottom of a glittering canyon.

“I like to ride through the city sometimes.” Maxon admitted. “It helps me remember how many people are looking to me to do a good job as prince… as King, now.”

“It’s hard to imagine every single one of these buildings full of people.” America admitted. The car slowed to a stop at a red light and other cars pulled up in the lanes around them. America knew their windows were too tinted for the drivers of the other vehicles to realize who was next to them at the light, so she stared unabashedly. There they were, the people of Illéa, right in front of her. People who hadn’t had their lives turned upside down by the Selection. People who had mourned the loss of the King and Queen, but whose day to day existences had been completely unchanged over the past few months. She was already losing touch with the people of Illéa, because she literally did not know a single person like that. Everyone in her life had been forever changed since America had received that letter in the post. What were these ordinary people hoping America and Maxon would do for them? Maybe just end the rebel violence…

The light turned green and their car began to roll again. Out the window, America saw dozens of shops and restaurants, the latter of which were all bustling and enticing. She wanted to roll down her window so that she could smell the food, but she had a feeling that wouldn’t be considered safe by the guards. Maybe the windows on this car didn’t even roll down, since they were bulletproof.

Maxon noticed her interest, “You may order food to the Palace from any of those places, all of them if you’d like. The guards will need to test it for poison, but that doesn’t take long.”

America looked at him, blue eyes wide, “If it’s poison, do they die?”

Maxon laughed at her and America realized she was showing her underclass upbringing again. She blushed, but Maxon was only really laughing at how cute she was. “No, my darling. The guards don’t eat the food, they scrape samples of each dish and run them through some sort of scientific test to detect poisons. All told, it only takes a few minutes. No one needs to eat it and risk their lives for yours, although I assure you every guard in the service would gladly do that for you.”

“Oh.” America looked relieved. “Well that would be a huge risk just for some take-out food.”

“And that rational judgement from you is exactly why the guards have taken to you.” Maxon pointed out. “The history of our monarchy is littered with royals who did not care enough about the lives of the people they employed. You’re a good woman, America. You’re going to be an excellent queen.”

America blushed again, this time flattered rather than embarrassed. She decided, “Since the guards would be safe, we should definitely try ordering from a local restaurant once in a while. It might be good for their business to be able to brag about serving the King and Queen.”

Maxon nodded, returning his gaze out the window, again pleased with himself. This time he was pleased for picking such a smart, caring queen to help him govern his kingdom. “Then yes, we shall.”

“I could autograph thank you notes to the restaurant owners afterwards, and they could frame them for their walls…” America mused.

“All of that good for our city, and all I have to do is enjoy the food?” Maxon pressed a kiss to her shoulder instead of her hair, which was still up in its messy, wet bun.

“Do you think we’ll ever be safe enough to eat out at a restaurant together for date night?”

“Hm…” Maxon considered the question. His parents had never done such a thing, but as he looked now at the crowded Angeles bars and gastropubs, he couldn’t deny that the idea of going to one with America was enticing. “I’ll bet so. We’d need to call ahead and let the restaurant know we were coming. The guards would go and secure everything ahead of time. We couldn’t eat with a crowd, that’s too risky, but if we cleared out the restaurant for an hour or so…”

“It still seems dangerous… the rebels—“

“Yes.” Maxon agreed. “We’ll need better intelligence about the rebels to understand what their next moves will be. Even so, we need to be able to make public appearances as monarchs; that will be a priority for Officer Leger and the guards. Why shouldn’t those appearances include lending our support to local restaurants by stopping in for a meal once in a while?”

America leant her head back against his shoulder and said, “We really are going to be able to help a lot of people, aren’t we?”

“In ways both small and big.” Maxon agreed. “Visiting a restaurant may be a nice way for us to spend an afternoon, but to the owner of the restaurant we choose, it could be life-changing because of the publicity we bring them.”

“The country has so many problems… the war, the castes, the rebels… it’s hard to know where to start.”

“We start everywhere, all at once. That’s what makes our jobs so hard.” Maxon said simply, as if America’s responsibilities as Queen were anywhere near as important as the King’s. Maybe, in time, once she was able to handle everything Amberly had done as Queen, she’d be able to take on more responsibility: attend a few meetings, suggest a few laws… maybe it wouldn’t all be dress fittings and etiquette and memorizing names.

“Do you know what I’ve just realized?” Maxon said, interrupting America’s thoughts.

“Hm?”

“This is our last date before our wedding.”

America felt her stomach squish with excitement and nerves. “The next time we go on a date, we’ll be husband and wife?”

“Exactly.” he squeezed her closer to him.

Honestly, America just wanted the big royal wedding to be over. She was convinced she was going to trip and fall on her way up the aisle or mispronounce his name in her vows or something equally historic and humiliating. She just wanted to be his wife. She just wanted him to be her husband. The wedding was an enormous obstacle standing in the way of that.

“Good.” America said simply. “I’m ready.”

“Me too.” Maxon rested his chin on her shoulder.

The car continued to whisk them to the far side of town, then it turned a corner and began heading back to the Palace via a different route so that America and Maxon could enjoy even more sights of the city. They passed theaters and the royal ballet, and an enormous park full of walking trails. America saw apartment buildings and laundromats, and a side street where people were gathered for a block party. Even though the car only stopped for traffic lights, by the end of their date, America felt like she’d truly been to all of those places.

“It’s good to get out of the house sometimes.” Maxon teased when the Palace came back into view.

America turned in his arms away from the window so that she could see him again, “Yes. And it’s also good to be home.”

This time, when the car pulled to a stop and the guard opened the door for Maxon and America, they did not stop kissing until they were ready.

#Challenge #Laws of Inheritance #DemocracyHands #The election is over but I have one more challenge after this one!

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