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bearboiferer69 · 2 months ago

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Haribo Sugar-Free

Want to lose weight? Eat gummy bears! But not the regular ones. Sit down, I got a story. I was at Tesco some time ago and I realized that I haven't eaten gummy bears in at least 10 years. So there I was, 44 years old, looking at gummy bears like a kid. And I found a pack: Haribo Sugar-Free. Aight, no sugar, maybe it won't burn out my gums since I haven't eaten any sweets in a looooong time. I bought a 2kg pack and happily approached the register. Behind me is some old dude. He taps my arm and says:

-Just please don't eat too many, I bought some for my granddaughter and she didn't leave the bathroom for two days.

I enter my house (of course I don't say anything as I live alone, no woman is brave enough to gaze upon my beautiful, sphrerical body), I eat my lunch and I keep thinking about those gummy bears more and more. I quickly ate the porchops (made 4 days prior, but that's beside the point) and I open the pack. Those gummy bears, oh brother, they're so beautiful! If only you could see it. They're not some random gummy wummies from the shop, literally every bear is looking at you and smiling. It yearns for you to consume him. And so I did. In the meantime my doorbell rang- turns out, my brother came by with my nephew. So we're just sitting there, me and my brother drinking coffee, the kid drinking some juice out of a tall glass like beer. We fucking obliterated like 3 quarters of that pack (like, 1.5 kilo), when I heard bubbling. But not bubbling like a fart in the bathtub, more like what Tibetan Monks sing. Kid is now red, head hung low, he could have even cleaned the glass before the bubbling stopped.

-Dad, poop time

-Yeah, I can hear time

As my brother was getting up, he only managed to look at me with eyes the size of quarters and he farted so loudly I thought it would rip his pants. He literally sounded like an old Wartburg, for solid 10 seconds.

-What the fuck did you give us?

-Normal Gumm...

And suddenly I felt like I was punched in the stomach. I folded so hard that I fell from my chair. And farted.

What happened later was a fecaliopocalypse. The kid of course didn't make it to the toilet, he shat all over the kitchen doorway and a bit in the corridor. My brother took a nice, new, 5 litter pot and shoved it under him last minute, and after 3 seconds it was fucking leaking. Not only did he fucking shit all over the pot, he's now looking at me like I did something unforgivable. And I'm shitting on the floor and screaming in pain, because I feel like zombies are biting me. My brother is seconding me, kid is following in a soprano. Great performance, besides visual experiences we also got singing and breakdancing in convultions.

After 5 minutes the first wave ended. Which fucking moron came up with the idea of gummy bears which transform into polar bears in your guts? My brother is looking at me, I'm looking at him, the kid is looking straight forward blankly. Even he never produced something like that, and besides the story with the cigarette he also has other experiences under his belt. I just went to get a bucket, and that was a great decision. The second wave came so suddenly that I barely had the time to sit over the bucket. The kid is making wet farts and I'm holding the bathroom door with dear life as the fury of Satan destroys the bucket. My brother is sitting exhausted on a chair and says:

-Allright, this one's gonna be dry

From his expression I deduced, that that's not quite the case. He quickly started to fold and fell from the chair, straight into his previous pile of shit. This wave lasted for something around 20 minutes, and I felt that if another one was to come, I would be shitting out extraterrestial matter, because there is no more shit in me at this point. In the meantime I hear my pipes banging. If the old hag living one floor below us knew what we were going thru she could've only knocked at the lid of her own coffin.

When the fourth wave came we were prepared almost strategically- the kid took the toilet cuz it's the most comfortable, and me and my brother sat at the edge of the bathtub. And we waited. Suddenly I hear the same kind of sound as an incoming enemy Apache. And so began a landing that lasted for another 40 minutes. This was a new record. I never knew I had this much of anything inside of me- at some point I thought that my guts went mad and were flipping inside out. Suddenly, I hear banging on the front door.

-FUCK OFF!

-Mister Shitter, open up! This is the police!

-I'M SHITTING!

-I DON'T GIVE A SHIT, OPEN UP!

-FIVE MINUTES!

My insides allowed me to get up after twelve. I opened the door and I didn't even get a chance to get a good look at the cop before he fell down flat like a duck. The hag only whispered "oh God" and ran down the stairs. She got down two steps before her lights went out. I closed the door (and whilst doing so, I spilled some bear loot unto the stairwell) and I only managed to go up to the bathroom door before it began again. I felt like hot magma was leaving my volcano and creating new landscapes on the floor of my corridor. We had everything- rivers, small hills and ravines, even something shaped like our local police department. My defeated brother with a bleak stare fell down ass-first into the bathtub and just sat there, slowly but surely submerging himself by creating more liquid shit. I'm telling you, this looked way worse than those toilets in "Trainspotting".

In the end, we spent like, six hours fighting those bears. The kid has less capacity so after four hours he just sat in the corned and sobbed quietly. The flat was rented, so that kinda sucks, cuz I had to clean this up. After four days it was kinda ok (besides the smell), and I threw the bags into a local water treatment plant because after an hour of flushing it down my toilet it got clogged and had a small spill. I thought about getting the shit from the floor like water from an aquarium (yknow, latex tube, suckage and get working), but last minute my brother took the hose from my hand and hit me over the fucking head. When I was taking the bags down the stairwell I kept spilling some under the welcome mat of that old bitch, I hope she keeps this event in her memory till the end of her live.

EPILOGUE: That day, I lost 12 Kilo. TWELVE. No influencer can ever fucking tell me that their diet is more effective. After my week of absence in my security firm, they fired me. I got hired at a restaurant. And everytime some loud clients come along I give them a bowl of gummy bears "for the nice customers :)". The damn kids aren't gonna admit to their parents that they were eating candy. And I get to see their scrunched, small faces. My brother still doesn't talk to me but I have a feeling he'll get over it soon.

This one is dedicated to Big Boss and Bayonetta (you know who you are)

#story #polish culture #real story #short story #gummy bear #weight loss diet #diet

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koexchange · 1 year ago

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erm this is on my ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/49051921

or read below :333

a/n: this was a req on my ao3 :3

word count: 631

Witchcraft was your specialty. Groundskeeping was your profession.

It paid the bills. Took up free time. Made you forget about your loneliness.

You had never been much of a romantic. Which is to say, you were perpetually single.

That never bothered you though. You found comfort in casting spells. It made getting through life easier.

It was probably the reason you were the only cemetery keeper. And definitely the reason your pay was a thousand bucks an hour.

Sorcery made your life a living heaven! Nearly anything you wanted, at your fingertips.

But of course, there were rules to spell casting.

No making people fall in or out of love, no time travel, no clone making, no reviving the dead, blah blah blah.

But where's the fun in playing fair?

On the fortune morning of November 8th, you had a 3am shift.

As you stomped over the old dead people, you saw an abnormally large grave.

One that looked like it could fit two people.

Catching your interest, it started to glow an eerie blue. You waltzed over to the dirt patch, reading the headstone.

"Leo and Vincent Caruso." It called to you. Literally. Called.

Perhaps your enchanted headphones were acting up again. How the fuck did the headstone just speak?

Standing no less than 5 feet away from it, you begin to hear more voices. What fun.

Then you remember it. The dud spell you cast yesterday, on your day off. 'The revival of the Two of Hearts.'

You had to burn a perfectly good deck of cards.

Sure, you didn't actually think a resurrection spell would work, it is forbidden after all.

But the two corpses crawling out of the earth are living- sorry, undead proof. It worked.

The only consequence for summoning the undead is the unlikely possibility of them haunting you. You know, eternally. 'Till you die.

Sounds fun.

The voices were bickering, over what? That was beyond you.

Standing directly on the old grave, shovel in hand, you start digging. Until you're yelled at.

"Hey! Who's banging on our roof?!"

"Calm down, Leo. I'll check it out."

Uh, hell no.

You would have ran, but you didn't have any time to before a ghost-like figure was sprouting its head up.

"Oh. Someone's here."

"What? Tell me it's not the groundskeeper.

The second 'person' joins their roomie above ground.

You're mumbling the words, "Yeah, I'm out." before you can stop yourself.

"Holy shit! You can see us?" The second head speaks again.

"You know what, I wish I couldn't." You start walking back to your car, done with this nightmare.

"No- wait come back!" "We have a visitor, Vince! We should welcome them!"

"Welcome? Why would I want to stay with you undead strangers?" You stop in your tracks, instantly failing at trying to ignore them.

Showing his full body, 'Leo' calls, "We aren't that bad! Promise!"

There's no less than an hour left on your shift.

What's hanging out with some old-ass ghosts' gonna hurt?

Both men stand on your earthly level, looking a bit too excited to meet you.

"It's been forever since we've had company!" That explains it.

"We were revived yesterday, Leo."

"Fuck you."

You sense a strange feeling of peace running through your body as you listen to their banter.

"You're welcome for that, by the way." You tip off your witch hat.

"Huh? Welcome for what?" Leo asks.

"Oh, I cast a resurrection spell, and it partially revived you old hags."

"Old hags?"

"Shut up." You all laugh, comfortably. "But yeah, I'm a witch. Not really sure how you missed that, Vince." You gesture to your foot-long hat.

He scoffs. "It's Vincent to you."

"Whatever you say, Vince."

Leo, feeling left out, yells, "I'd say we're all gonna get along great!"

a/n: i feel like this fell apart at the end but this was such a silly req tysm bro

#a way out #a way out game #a way out fanfic #a way out fic #awo #vinceo #leo caruso #vincent moretti #leo x vincent #koexfic

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eyedi · 1 year ago

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so i haven't watched batter up but i've seen clips and that's basically the same thing, and from what i've seen... i'm not missing out on very much lol. like let's start out with the yg EYE remember, with the most fashion-forward, trendy groups out there - they had an edge that couldn't be imitated for a very long time. 2NE1's collaborations with jeremy scott and adidas are still legendary, i think they really established a real connection for what kpop fashion could really be (at least for the second gen)

but everyone knows by now that they've pretty much gotten comfortable with where they are - meanwhile, the hip-hop baddie hood unnie concept has been ran thru since at least 2013. everyone has the same access to the same sound and the same pinterest boards and the same set design or whatever

but they don't want to adapt! bc they know how loyal stans can be to their groups, and therefore they can keep peddling the same reject songs they've had for 10 years. batter up sounds like it could have been released by blackpink in 2018 right along with ddu du ddu du. and though it would be kind of insulting to say it could be a 2NE1 song, i can hear them on it too

but what yg doesn't know is that the only reason their stans are so dedicated is because the individual members can stand on their own. at least in big bang, 2NE1, and blackpink's case, which leads me to another problem yg has, managing groups with more than 5 members. winner is an exception to this rule because mino is really the only one who stands out to me. then you have ikon with bobby being the most recognizable member. and treasure... no one knows wtf they're doing with those fiftyleven members... i genuinely could not pick any of them out of a lineup... you could point to any nugu kpop boy and say he's in treasure and i'd be like yeah sure. and with babymonster (i really love this name btw), i would say the standout is pharita? maybe? but everyone else kinda fades into the background. they need a Role, something that makes them an essential part of the group. yg used to understand how to do this, but they've lost it in recent years. babymonster will lowkey be fine bc they had their little webseries thing that made people become weirdly attached to them predebut. but if they didn't debut this year after all the delays their hype train would have died down hard.

but when blackpink debuted, it was huge because it was the first yg girl group since 2009, 2NE1 was basically being punished for being old hags (only half kidding), it was time for FUTURE 2NE1!!!!!!!! but we now see that yg is really just terrible at managing girl groups, so this debut just doesn't seem appropriately timed. debuts in general don't feel huge or important anymore. like sm just debuted a new boy group a couple months ago and it's... crickets (which is kinda nct's fault but that's a topic for another day). call it oversaturation or whatever but you really have to be doing some crazy shit for people to gaf about new groups. newjeans was maybe the last debut that made some noise because surprise drops are pretty unheard of in kpop.

but yeah yg kinda just lost its entire flavor. they're a legacy label of course, but the only thing that's keeping them relevant rn is blackpink, and if they leave, well... you know. hybe took their spot in the big 3, if anyone even still believes in that anymore. side note, this will never happen to sm btw. that's not even the pink blood in me (ew) i genuinely believe if sm were to fall, it would have happened a long time ago. jyp (the company) stays in the big 3 because twice and also jyp (the man) is egregiously fame-hungry. he would do anything and everything to keep his name in the streets

anyway i think yang hyunsuk deserves to have his name attached to a has-been company that is tarnished forever due to his and his associates' various crimes but i do feel bad for those young girls because blackpink and 2NE1 are definitely an indication of what's going to happen. i hope they don't have the roughest go of it at least

the decline of yg has been so interesting to watch in real time. i'm gonna write about it soon

#mp

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mishervellous · 3 years ago

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could you write something light about them getting high together? 😊

anon!! this ask has been here for the longest time, I’m sorry for being so late with it! this is just some husbands dumbassery but I hope you enjoy it 💙

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When Ian opens his eyes, everything is upside down.

Wait—why is everything upside down?

Without thinking twice about it he goes to stand up, only to immediately eat absolute shit, and bang his forehead against the edge of the coffee table. “Fuck—!” He instinctively brings his hand up to his nose, checking for blood.

“Watch it.” Mickey says from somewhere in his vicinity—for some reason Ian is having trouble placing things in time, and space at the moment—, causing Ian to roll his eyes.

“Yeah, thanks for the heads up.” He finally manages to straighten up and—holy mother of God the room is spinning. Ian almost loses his balance as he finally realizes what position he just woke up in: upside down on the couch, legs draping on the back of it.

What the fuck happened last night?

Mickey grabs his arm before Ian can go crashing his already probably concussed head once more, helping him straighten up. When the room finally decides to chill the hell out, he looks over to where his husband is leisurely sitting down, feet propped up on the coffee table, and phone in hand.

“Why are we here?”

“At nine am on a sunday, Aristoteles? Chill out.”

“No, I mean—why are we on the couch? Why was I sleeping like that?” Ian lowers his head into his hands. He has the sneaking suspicion that he would’ve had a hammering headache regardless of the earlier blow to his head.

“You tell me.”

Mickey is definitely not helping. Realistically, nothing could be helping right now with how he’s feeling; with the way he wants nothing more than to go back to sleep for another twelve hours. Make that twenty.

But the fact that he can’t remember a thing from last night is bothering him way more than his tiredness is.

“I think I passed out yesterday.” Ian looks at his husband, and Mickey just raises his brows in a you think? way, without ever looking away from the screen. “What happened?” Still, Mickey doesn’t look at him. Ian frowns. Perks his ears up until he can hear sounds coming from Mickey’s phone. “What are you watching?”

Mickey glances at him for a brief second, eyes going back to the screen the next. “Nothing.”

Since Ian is terribly hungover but not fucking stupid, he inches closer towards him. “Bullshit.” Mickey’s clearly hiding something from him, with the way he scoots away the more Ian gets closer. “Lemme see.”

“I don’t think you wanna.” And now Mickey is suppressing a smirk.

Ian knows in his heart of hearts that whatever secret thing it is that Mickey’s watching has to do with him. Ian would also love to credit this understanding to a sixth sense of some sort, but it is being given away by his own voice coming through Mickey’s speakers.

What the fuck happened last night?!

“Fine, whatever.” Ian mutters, standing up with a loud groan. There goes the room, spinning like there’s no tomorrow again. He does his walk of shame towards the downstairs bathroom, massaging his lower back in the process.

When he opens the door, he almost has a heart attack right there on the spot.

“What the fuck?!” Two green eyes stare back at his own. He turns around towards the couch, a shocked expression on his face. “Why is there a cat in our bathroom?!”

Mickey’s answer is so casual, like he’s just conversing about the weather. “You stole it from that hag in 5C.”

“I stole—Mickey, what the hell?!” Ian almost screams, his own raised voice disturbing his own brain, and apparently the cat’s as well. He’ll bring it back to Mrs. Mourey as soon as possible, but he needs to know what the fuck happened last night first.

He beelines for the couch, sitting down on the coffee table, and tapping on Mickey’s knee. “You need to tell me what happened.”

Mickey looks at him. His eyes go back on the screen, and then back on him once again. He locks his phone, leaning back on the couch. “You really don’t remember?”

Ian groans, exasperated. “No.”

“Not even—,”

“No, Mickey. Not even anything.”

Mickey gives him a once-over. Smirks. “We smoked that new strand you wanted to try.”

Oh. To be fair, the guy that had sold it to him did warn him that it was some pretty strong shit. Ian didn’t think it would be Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind-strong though.

“And what? I just passed out?”

“Nah. You put on quite the show before that.”

Ian eyes the phone on Mickey’s lap. He’s starting to connect the dots, and Mickey knows it. “Did you take videos of me?”

“Aight, you making it sound weird.” Mickey rolls his eyes when Ian just keeps on glaring at him. “Look, you were saying the craziest shit. I had to.”

“You had to?” Ian is incredulous. Also a tad embarrassed. “Mickey, you let me steal a cat!”

“Ay, I was fucking high too, asshole! You went MIA for an hour and just came back with it. Motherfucker scared the shit out of me too.” He flips him off before going for his phone. Motherfucker decides to jump on the couch next to him then, curling up like nothing is wrong in the world. “I’ll delete them, so stop whining.”

Apparently, Ian’s on an epic quest to piece together the last twelve hours. “Lemme see them first.”

His husband just shrugs, patting the spot next to him (and Motherfucker). Ian complies, and joins him on the couch, eyes immediately going to the phone.

“You cool?”

“Just—play it already.”

“Bossy bitch.”

Mickey hits play.

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The video opens with a shot of Ian intently staring at one of the walls of their bedroom. A couple of seconds of silence pass before Mickey pokes Ian’s thigh with his foot, making him move. His movements are as slow as a snail’s.

“You alright there?”

Ian nods. Like, a lot. For at least thirty seconds.

More silence.

“Mickey.”

Mickey hums.

“If we had sex in the forest, and no one was there to hear us, would that orgasm even happened?”

Silence. A chuckle from behind the camera. “Man, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“The one in the forest.” Ian looks dead serious, closing his eyes next. “Would that nut exist if no one was there to hear it?”

“Pretty sure my ass would be willing to take you to court and testify about it.”

“So, no. Non-existing nut.”

“Yes it fucking would.”

“No, but like—“ Ian snickers. “Hear me out, sshh. No one’s there to hear it.”

“Yeah, but I’m there to feel it.”

“It would be my word against yours.” Ian looks straight into the camera. “My dick’s word against your ass’ word. Ghost nut.”

A moment of silence.

They both start giggling.

“Man, you’re fucking gone.”

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When the video stops, there’s a lingering silence in the living room. He looks over at Mickey, and his husband looks just about ready to burst out laughing, but he’s doing a mighty job of containing himself.

“Ghost nut, huh?”

“Ghost nut.” Ian bites his lower lip. Okay, now he sees why Mickey would wanna keep dumb shit like that for posterity. “Apparently.”

Mickey scrolls forward, another video waiting for them.

“This one’s my favorite.”

Ian gulps.

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“And after all that we’ve been through, I will make it up to you!” Ian is standing on the coffee table, Bluetooth speaker in hand, and passion on his face. “I promise to!” He then dramatically throws it on the couch, and Mickey catches it from behind the camera with a huffed Jesus Christ.

Ian throws himself head first into the air guitar solo of a lifetime.

“Alright, Jimi Hendrix.”

“This song, I love this song! God, I love this song.” Ian sways left to right, in time with the music. “Can you believe that the city of Chicago wrote it?”

Mickey snorts. Lowers the volume. “It’s just the name of the band, dumbass.”

“No, no. They’re from Chicago. The mayor of Chicago.”

“Who’s the mayor of Chicago?”

Ian points at the camera, triumphantly. “Jon Bon Jovi!”

Mickey laughs from behind the camera. “Yeah? And who’s the president of the United States, Freddie Mercury?”

“No, dummy. He’s dead.” Ian shakes his head. “It’s, uh—what’s his face?”

“Rhymes with Donald.”

“Ronald.” Ian places his hands on his hips. “Ronald McDonald.”

“Alright, now you’re making me hungry.”

“I pledge allegiance to the Flurry.”

“McFlurry.”

“No one calls him that. That’s his dad, he’s just Flurry—Holy shit, I love this song! Turn it up!”

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“Yeah.” Ian murmurs, scrubbing his face. “Yeah, you need to delete these.”

Mickey snorts, scrolling forward. “Sure.”

“Wait, there’s more?!”

“You’ll like this one.”

Ian doubts that.

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“You know, Mick, I’ve been thinking about something.”

The angle is weirder in this one. Ian is laying on Mickey’s lap, tracing patterns in the air with his finger.

“‘Bout what?”

“I love you.”

Mickey hums. His hand is in the frame now, caressing Ian’s hair.

“I think we should get married.”

“We already are, dumbass.”

“No we aren’t.” Ian looks up at him. His expression brightens. Mickey must’ve shown him his ring off camera. “Wait, we are? For real?”

“Are you fucking serious? Do I need to take you to the ER?”

“No, I think I remember. Wait, I meant—we should get married again. Will you marry me, Mickey?”

Mickey jokingly plugs his nose. “Lemme circle back to you on that one.”

Ian laughs. His voice is nasally. “Mikhailo Alejandro Milkovich—,”

“—shut the fuck up with that—,”

“—will you be my husband?”

A beat of silence. “Dumbass.”

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“And then you disappeared and returned with the cat.” Mickey locks his phone, throwing it on the other side of the couch, and startling Motherfucker in the process.

Okay, he has to admit: he did like that last one.

A little more sober, and with the mystery of last night finally solved, he looks over at Mickey.

Mickey looks back. Frowns. “What?”

“You didn’t answer.”

Somehow, Mickey manages to frown harder. “Answer what?”

Ian nods towards the now forgotten phone. “Will you marry me?”

When it clicks, Mickey just rolls his eyes. He gets a soft smile on his face, bumping his shoulder into Ian’s. “Go return the fucking cat and I’ll think about it.”

Ian chuckles. Fair enough.

#shameless #gallavich #my writing #dumb high hoes alert #High Himbo Ian Supremacy #thanks for the ask 🌺#ask #ficlet

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tojisveryown · 4 years ago

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𝙸𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜 | 𝟶𝟹

𝙰𝚌: 𝚠𝚃𝟼𝙸𝙳𝟸𝚀𝟺𝙰𝙺𝚄𝟿𝚏𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚝

𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐 𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟸.𝟸𝚔

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝙰𝚄, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘�� 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝

𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 | 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟶𝟹 | 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

(𝚄𝚗𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍)

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You knew that it’d be better for you to work alone and that you’d finish the project a lot faster if Gojo wasn’t assigned your partner, but you did owe him from saving you from those girls. Even though you were perfectly capable of handling those bitches on your own. You didn’t exactly expect much from Gojo, but you certainly didn’t expect him to be so lenient on trust. Which is exactly why you didn’t expect yourself to spend a whole day with him.

“I don’t understand why this is necessary.”

“Oh my precious Y/N, what do you not understand? Trust is the basic necessity of partnership, and dare you say it isn’t necessary?!” Gojo clutched his heart, wiping fake tears from his eyes.

“Gojo-”

“Satoru,” he smiled, “the first step to gaining each others trust is by being comfortable with each other, so call me Satoru.” He grabbed your hand and led you to the entrance of a coffee shop. He picked out a table near the window and gestured you to sit down on the chair he had pulled out. You began to pull out a notebook and your favorite pen.

“So where should we start?” you opened up your notebook and had your pen ready in you hand “What do you think the importance of life is?” waiting for a response you looked up at Gojo and you were staring right at his crystal blue eyes. Hand resting on his cheek as the other crept up on your own. “Gojo-”

“Satoru.” He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, “I told you to call me Satoru didn’t I?”

“Okay,” you took a deep breath “Satoru,” he gave you another smile as his name rolled off your tongue nicely. “What do you think the importance of life is?”

He adjusted his and your hand so you two were now loosely holding hands, his phone had a fresh notification but he never once took his eyes off you. “What’s the importance of life?” He traced circles onto your palm with his pointer finger, “How are we supposed to know? Aren’t we still new to this whole living thing?”

“Satoru? We’re twenty, what to you mean ‘new to this whole living thing’? We’re not exactly children anymore.”

“Well yeah, but how are you supposed to know the importance of life at only twenty? It isn’t like it’s just given to you.”

“Of course it isn’t, that’s why you keep living until you find it.”

“But what about for those who can’t keep living? You know the people who die earlier than expected. You can’t exactly wait for your realization on your perception on what’s important to just hit you. I sure as hell don’t have the answer to that, and neither do you, I’m positive no one does.”

“That’s not what I asked.” You groaned removing your hands from Gojo’s touch. You placed your fingertips on your temples and began to mutter how stupid this project is, especially since you were paired up with stupid Satoru.

“What’s the importance of life?” Gojo pulled your hand off of your temple and loosely intertwined it with his. “What’s the reason for your existence Y/N?” That question put you in a state of shock, even you didn’t know what the importance of life was and there you were asking Gojo the same question that you had no answer to. What was the meaning of life? “Hey,” Gojo fully intertwined your hands “this is boring, let’s go on a date?”

Seriously? Is this the only reason why he wanted to be my partner again?

“What, no. I agreed to be your partner again, not your date.”

“Ouch, okay let me rephrase that.” He held both of your hands and looked you dead in the eye “Let’s go on a friend-date, you know where we get to know each other.” the look you gave Gojo made him sigh “Y/N, don’t you think if we knew each other a little bit better our project would turn out somewhat decent?” He squeezed your hands as he pleaded. The immense eye contact between his crystal eyes and yours made you soften up to the idiot in front of you and the word just slipped out your mouth.

“Okay.”

Gojo tensed up and froze as soon as the word slipped out your mouth, it took a moment to process what had just happened in that pea brain of his. Once it finally processed you received a big, genuine smile from him. It almost made your heart melt at how handsome he looked as that smile was plastered on his face.

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“The carnival? Are you serious Satoru?”

“Very much so, now come win me something!”

“Aren’t you supposed to win me something?” you asked as you were casually being dragged by Gojo through the crowds.

“Well, yeah.” He stopped walking and turned to look at you, this time he was walking beside you while swinging your locked hands together, “But I don’t like the idea of you being seen as weak.”

“Weak?”

“Yeah as in I don’t people to think you’re dependent on me.”

“Oh.”

“I guess I don’t want our relationship to fit into gender norms,” relationship? you looked over at Gojo and there was a slight smile on his lips that complimented the shade of pink his cheeked turned, which again almost melted your heart. But before the thought could fully process in your head Gojo ruined the moment “plus I want a dolphin plushie.”

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You and Gojo walked hand in hand as you two approached the ring toss, he paid for your turn as the man gave you the rings, the game began and Gojo’s cheering only began to embarrass you instead of encourage you. You made your first toss and you missed, and the sudden bang on the stand startled you. It was Gojo. “COME ON Y/N!!”

“Sir please don’t do that you’ll break the stand.”

You felt all eyes on you as the man you pretended not to know continued banging on the ring toss’s table making the whole stand vibrate. You tossed the other three rings and made two of them, you only had one more shot to win stupid Satoru his dolphin. You turned over to Gojo and saw him cover his face with his hands peaking through his fingers. You focused your attention on the bottles and your ring and tossed it hoping it would make it, you shut your eyes as soon as the ring left contact with your hand. Just as you opened your eyes a pair of hands wrapped around your waist and your feet were no longer touching the floor.

“Y/N YOU DID IT, YOU FUCKING DID IT!! THAT’S MY GIRL!!” Gojo spun you around and the crowd that formed over his yelling began clapping.

As Gojo got his dolphin plushie you heard whispers from the people waiting to play, “What a happy couple.” You wanted to correct them but Gojo grabbed your hand and laced it with his. You two began walking and the whispers around you two about how attractive Gojo was didn’t stop. There were also a few comments about how they were bummed that he was dating someone. Realization finally hit you. Everyone thought you two were on a date. You glanced at the man who’s fingers were laced with yours and you noticed him smiling to himself, you also noticed that he wasn’t holding the dolphin plushie, perhaps he asked the man at the stand to reserve it for him.

When you looked up at his eyes they made their way to yours, he smiled even bigger and pulled you to the ice cream stand.

“What can I get for the lovely couple?” the lady at the stand smiled warmly waiting for you and Gojo to order

“Oh we’re not a couple.” you ensured her

“Oh my, you aren’t? Well you two certainly look good together.”

After waiting a few minutes the lady at the stand finally called you over, she ended up handing you one big bowl with both yours and Gojos choice of ice cream “Go on dear, have fun with your friend.” she gave you a warm smile and made sure to give you two spoons and a few napkins. You realized her motive and you mentally slapped yourself.

“Uh, here.” you held out the bowl filled with the mixed flavors “She accidentally thought we ordered the couples sundae.”

“Oh it’s okay I can pay for another, you can have that one.” Gojo gave you a smile and got up from the bench that gave you both a view of the city.

“I don’t mind sharing,” realizing what you just said you wanted to roll up in a ball and die “Um, I mean she added what you wanted in here too and I don’t really like red bean.” you said shyly. He sat next to you and you both ate your ice cream.

There was an awkward tension that fell between you two, you silently wished that Gojo would say something to break it and it’s as if the gods were listening from above because suddenly he spoke up.

“For someone that asked me to share a sundae with them you do seem uncomfortable, I’d be fine with getting my own you know.”

“Eh but the lady said to share it with you”

“Why are you listening to an old hag?”

The truth is, this really did seem like a date and for once Gojo wasn’t being a complete asshole. He was actually tolerable and you wanted to see this side of Gojo for as much as you could. He was growing on you ever since he flashed that stupid smile of his and you wanted to grasp the look on his face when he wasn’t being an idiot but it’s something you’d never admit due to the endless teasing that would come from Satoru, stupid Satoru.

Without hesitation you grabbed his wrist and led him to the ferris in attempt to change the subject because there was absolutely no way you were about to admit how you truly felt.

“Hey I wasn’t finished with that!” he whined as he allowed himself to be dragged through the crowds, he shifted his hand so that your hands were now intertwined with his, “You know I never really noticed how small you hands were compared to mine.” You felt yourself heat up over the small comment he made about your hands. You hadn’t realized that you stopped walking until he squeezed your hand and “Why are you stopping, we have a ferris wheel to ride.” You two began rushing through the crowds that formed. It was the perfect time to go on the ferris wheel, the sun was setting and the skies were a pretty blood orange color, it was the perfect ending to a perfect date with the one and only stupid Satoru.

You two ended up waiting in line, completely missing the sunset you set out on seeing. However being with Gojo and allowing yourself to actually open up to someone was able to replace seeing the cotton candy skies. You figured that for today, and today only everything could go wrong but it didn’t matter as long as Gojo was by your side.

By the time the line before you passed it was completely dark out, and although you missed the sunset you were able to see parts of the city near the peak of the ferris wheel which was enough for you to be able to enjoy yourself.

Due to your lack of attention towards the figure that was seated next to you, you failed to see how he fidgeted with the key chain in his hands. Nervously trying to bring it up Gojo rapidly tapped his foot against the floor, you finally took notice of how tense the person next to you was and rested your hand on his knee to reassure him.

“Are you afraid of heights?” you teased plastering a grin on your face.

“No it’s just embarrassing.”

Gojo lifted up your hand that was lightly laying on his knee and placed the key chain he had gotten instead of the dolphin plushie in the middle of your palm and closed your hand. He hid his face with the hand leaning on the arm rest and waited for you to say something.

“You think giving a girl a key chain is embarrassing?” you laughed lifting it up to get a better look at it. It was a key chain that had todays date on it “You know I would expect you to think getting caught having sex in the school library is embarrassing, but nope! Giving someone a keychain is.” you laughed

Gojo turned his head “Hey!-” but couldn’t finish his sentance because of the smile you had on your face. He was in awe. It was the first smile you’ve given him and your angelic laugh was ringing through his ears and in that moment it felt like it was just the two of you. He wanted to treasure this moment for as long as he could. He realized how beautiful you looked laughing and smiling especially under the moonlight.

You held onto the keychain that had marked the date you slowly started to fall in love with him, thus the start of your love story.

However this wasn’t your typical love story, how could it be when it involved stupid Satoru.

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𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 | 𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 | 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎: 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙷𝙰��𝙰𝙷 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝. 𝙰𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌! 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢'𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥

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𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @peppytine @enesitamor @fairyblue-alchemist @diluczs @honouredsatoru

𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚜. (𝟺/𝟸𝟸)

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sunaswife · 4 years ago

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Summary: It’s been five years since you’ve seen your ex, Rin. He’s still not over you and you’re not over him. When he finds out you have children he thought he didn’t have a chance. Then he finds out they’re his? All of a sudden you’re teaching Suna how to be a single dad.

🔪: THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN AN ATTEMPTED SUICIDE SCENE PLEASE BE ADVISED IF YOU CHOOSE TO NOT READ THEN SKIP THE ITALICS AND START READING AGAIN WITH THE REGULAR FONT

Warnings: Fluff, angst I guess, drama, and cuteness twin overload

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Chapter Ten

“Don’t worry I will save the princess and the queen!” Rini yelled with a paper towel sword. “Rawr!!!” Rin sat on his knees and flared his arms. “Oh no save us!” Akira yelled and you both stayed huddled on the couch. “I’m going to eat the princess and the queen.” Rin growled and attack Rini. Rini fell on his back and Rin began tickling his son.

Rini immediately began laughing and thrashing around under his dad and you were trying to tell them to be careful so Rini wouldn’t pee on himself. “See mom, boys are useless.” Akira muttered and stood up on the couch. Before you can scold her she hopped on Rin’s back and began pulling his hair. “Bad dragon don’t tickle the knight!” She huffed and began smack. “Oww, what the fuck—“ Rin hissed and gripped Akiras shoulders. He flipped her and made her land on her back (gently) and began tickling her as well.

Akira’s laugh filled the living room and Rini was trying to catch his breath. “Mom save us!” Akira yelled. “Jesus Christ.” You sighed and did exactly what Akira did. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your chest rubbed his back. He froze and Akira caught her breath. She lifted her legs and with her feet pushed him back and Rin lost his balance. You fell back and Rin landed right on top of you. “Ow..” you mumbled and rubbed your head. “I’m sorry.” Rin groaned and turned, his face rested right between your breasts. He slowly lifted himself and he looked at your chest. He looked up at your face and saw the embarrassment. “Holy shit I’m sorry!” He said and immediately pulled away.

“It’s okay. Sorry for landing on your back.” You muttered and he held out his hand, you grabbed it and he pulled you up. “Mommy and daddy sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” Your kids sang and you scowled. “Come on, time for bed.” You immediately said and they began to whine. “No cuz then daddy’s gonna leave.” Akira whined. “No arguing. It’s late and momma and I need to have a talk.” He said and carried them both.

He walked them to their room and began tucking them in. They kept protesting that they didn’t want him to leave but he said that he had to and it was final. He was going to come back and see them anyways.

A crying fest began and it took almost an hour for them to calm down and eventually they knocked out due to exhaustion. Finally you and Rin sighed and closed the door to their room. “I can’t believe you did that for five years already.” Rin said and rubbed his shoulder. “I need to see a chiropractor.” You muttered, “me too.” He replied. You made your way to the kitchen and took out a wine cooler, “want one?” You asked, he nodded and you tossed it and he caught it.

“I’m gonna need like four of these.” You said and Rin snorted. “You bet.” He sighed and you both got comfortable on the couch. “Where do i start?” Rin hummed. “Post breakup...?” You suggested and he nodded. “Once upon a time—“ he started and you nudged him with your foot. “I’m your ex not your kid.” You said and he chuckled.

“Alright. So it started when—“

“Sweetie please talk to us..” Rintarou’s mother knocked on her sons door. “I’m fine.” Rin spat out. “Just leave me alone.” He said as he held the pig plush in his arms. “Rintarou I’m worried. Please.” His mother begged. “What do you want me to say?!” He raised his voice causing his mother’s eyes to widened.

He’s never ever raised his voice at her. “The girl that I love left me. How am I supposed to feel?! I don’t have anyone anymore!” He cried. “Sweetie she’s your first love, of course it’ll hurt but—“ “She’s my only love! Don’t you get it! I don’t want to be with anyone but her. She was my rock, she was there when nobody else was. She supported me and inspired me to be better and now she’s gone.” He sobbed and squeeze the pig plush.

He saw the photo of you and him smiling by his bed and his chest tightened. “You fucking idiot!” He yelled at himself. He threw the plush and grabbed his wallet from his desk. He opened the door and his mom was standing there looking at her son in shock.

“Rintarou—you’re out. Are you hungr—“ “I’ll be back in a few days.” He told her. “Wait what? Why—Rintarou I know you’re heartbroken but you’ll find someone who will truly love you and appreciate—“ “Don’t you get it you old hag?! She loved me and appreciated me! But I ruined it! I ruined everything!” He neared his mom causing her to take a step back.

His eyes widened and he saw the fear in his own mother’s eyes. “Mom I—“

Slap

“I’m sick and tired of you being stupid! She’s gone. She doesn’t want you. Just move on. It won’t be easy but you’ll get over her eventually.” She told her son and he wiped his face with his sleeve. “I’m going to Miyagi and I’m going to find her.” He had decided, “With what money Rintarou? That’s a day long trip.” His mother asked.

He looked at her and she shook her head, “I’m not giving you money to see your little ex girlfriend just for you to come back even more depressed.” She told him and he rolled his eyes and slammed his bedroom door.

His mother sighed.

That night she got into a fight with her husband. “Rintarou is severely depressed and he’s having mood swings over some girl!” She hissed and his dad sighed. “My love, he’ll get over her eventually. He just needs his space—“ Rintarou’s parents were both interrupted by banging on their front door. They looked at eachother confused and his dad went to answer.

When he opened the door he was met with the gray haired twin. “Osamu hi..what brings you here—“ “Where is Rin?” He immediately asked and pushed through them. “What do you mean, he’s in his room.” Rin’s father said. “Excuse me.” Osamu quickly panted as he ran up the stairs. It was incredible disrespectful to barge in unannounced and without taking off your shoes but he wanted to make sure that his best friend was okay.

He found Rin’s door and tried the door knob. “Leave me alone!” Rin’s voice cracked as he tried to open the new pain meds his mother bought. “Rin listen to me, open the door. Please.” Osamu begged. “Osamu whats the meaning of this?” Rin’s father automatically asked. “Rin open the door.” Osamu repeated. Everyone else was muted from his mind his watery eyes and shaking hand made it hard for him to open the pill bottle.

He didn’t answer and Osamu’s heart stopped. He took a few steps back, then rammed his shoulder in the door. Rin flinched and turned to see his door slightly cracked. Osamu winced at the pain and he stepped back once more instead of his shoulder he lifted his leg to kick and he tried breaking it once more.

“Fuck Fuck Fuck.” Suna muttered as he kept his struggle. Finally the pill bottle cap unscrewed and his eyes widened. He held the pills in his palm and he put his head back to swallow. Even if he chokes trying to swallow the dry pills it doesn’t matter. He grabbed his water bottle, the one you put stickers all over and he drank as much as his throat could take.

It hurt swallowing down those pills, his throat burned and it felt like he was being cut from the inside. From the corner of his eye the door bursted open and came in Osamu with Suna’s poor weeping mother being held by her husband, his father. “Are you a fucking idiot?!” The gray haired twin screamed and immediately pulled Suna to his side. “Call 119 NOW!” Osamu yelled. “Leave me alone Samu—“ “Like hell I will! What would Y/N think if she find out you did this?!” He yelled. Tears filled his eyes and he could barley see his best friend. Rin stayed quiet and his gaze shifted passed Osamu’s shoulder.

“Y/N...what are you doing here?” Suna whispered and Osamu saw Suna’s eyes next to him. “What do you mean I’m stupid? I just feel so lonely... I said I was sorry. But you didn’t want to listen.” Suna began to cry once more and Osamu hugged him. “It’s gonna be okay. Please stay with me Rin.”

“Oh my god.” You cried, “I’m so sorry.” You apologized. “Hey hey it’s okay. I’m fine now.” Suna smiled softly and held you in his arms. “You could have been dead because of me.” You smacked his chest. Even in tears You looked so beautiful.

“In all honesty it was my fault to begin with. I shouldn’t have played with your heart. And when you left, it broke my heart. And I desperately wanted to get it back. I guess it showed how much I loved you.”

“How much I still love you.” He said softly.

“Rin you’re insane.” You wiped your eyes. “And what happened after?” You asked. “Well I had a dream about you and you seemed disappointed in the actions and state I was in. So I decided to try to be better than I was before. So that eventually you can take me back. I don’t know if you noticed but I’m a bit more social.” He joked and your heart swelled.

“In all honesty you were my motivation out of my depression. Sometimes I still get episodes and it sucks but I’ve been fine for a while now.” He admitted. “So you literally did a 180 just for..me?” You hiccuped. “Yeah. I love you. Always have and always will.” He looked into your eyes hopefully.

“Do you want to move in?” You asked and his eyes widened. “You want me to move in?” He asked. “Well how else are we gonna raise two kids? Our schedules are always changing. It makes sense to just live together.” You said and he nodded.

“Does that mean we can like share a room and cuddle like last night?”

“No.”

🔪: I know this was a lot but I wanted it to end a little positively

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gagethatcher · 2 years ago

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NUNEZ, OLIVIA:

He must’ve known her well because the second he mentioned banging Stella and using her to piss off her brother, Liv saw red. They may be friends, and he may be a fun dick to ride but Stella was her girl. She’d break his precious penis before she ever let him anywhere near her.

Sure, Stella could probably take care of herself and Liv had no room to talk or prevent Stella from seeing other people and boning them while she did the same things herself but it was the circumstance that bothered her. The devil was in the details.

“You better be joking,” she warns. Albeit, she lightens the mood again with a rough, playful shove to the shoulder. “I’m not sure you’re Trix’s type, to be honest. Then again, I think she has boned a few animals. And if you’re proposing what I think you’re proposing, then you need to get in line.” Because he was being so openly candid with her, Liv felt compelled and comfortable to do the same. “I’m already trying to line one threesome up. If it doesn’t pan out the way I hope, maybe we’ll give you a call. Just don’t hold your breath. Or maybe you should. I’ve met her brother. Sick fuck. Mean as can be. I’d hate to be you if you ever did manage to con Trix into fucking you and he found out. I’ll write you a good eulogy though.” Scouts honor.

As she waited for him to type out and send the texts, Liv absentmindedly drew invisible lines across her taut stomach, tempting Gage without actually meaning to. “Actually, I appreciate the slice but do you think you can loan me a gram? You know, just in case I need to sweeten the punch for what I’ve got going on later?” It seemed fair enough. Not that mauling Gage in public was truly horrendous. In fact, it would be her greatest pleasure.

“We should go. Just in case she’s close by and we need to beat her there.” Liv sat up and closed the door to his van before hopping into the passenger seat up front.

Gage was surprised when she got offended but then relaxed when she eased back into their usual banter. He knew how close she and Stella were and didn’t want her to think he would hurt her. That wasn’t the idea behind his vicious plan to get back at Dante. It was only supposed to hurt D’, no one else. Then again, messing with family always has its consequences. Not that he would know. His parents weren’t the loving type. His father was a real bastard and his mother was a delusional hag with more demons than Hell. With such a fucked up lineage, it was no wonder he couldn’t escape his own shadows. His parents were still his parents after all. Their degeneracy was his degeneracy. And if he were to ever have children, they would probably come out just as cruel. The thought in itself was a nightmare because he knows how much Camila wants a family of her own, and he’s not so sure his offspring would live up to her fantasy.

“Fucking me isn’t the worst she could do, Liv. You’ve fucked me, you would know. But yeah, if your little threesome doesn’t work out, call me. I’ll be gentle.” He teased, knowing she could handle anything he throws at her. He wasn’t the only animal here. Liv was a firecracker and honestly, with the way she rides a dick, he wasn’t so sure he could handle two of them. She almost broke his dick one time — He had it looked at a few weeks later and the doctor said there was some inner scarring. Whoever she was setting up was in for a real treat — or trick.

“I’m not a drug dealer.” Gage lit another cigarette as he turned the wheel toward the pier before parking in the lot. “—But because you’re my only real friend, sure.” He moved to the back of the van to rummage through his stuff. There were some food boxes, beer, a box of condoms, and even a picture of him with Camila taped to the wall. He had to make sure Olivia didn’t see it. “Just stay there. It’s a mess back here.” Then again she might be able to make Camila out when she shows up, even if was getting dark out. “Fuck it. I don’t care. You’re cool...” The inner workings of his mind came out. “The girl is Camila Garza, okay? It’s too hard keeping it a secret from you. Just don’t tell anyone. If you do, I’ll break you like you tried to break my dick last year.” He shuffled back over to her and slapped the gram in her palm, wrapped in ceramic to stay fresh.

#interaction ( gage & liv )#olivianunez

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taylorlynn-art · 4 years ago

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⭐️ Underneath It All ⭐️

by Strawberry Moon Rose

🍓🌙🌹

This is a one-shot I conjured poking fun at how based on appearance, Sailor Moon characters can really confuse a person. Taking place in the anime world, but with the Starlights cross-dressing like in the manga instead of using a physical disguise.

Also, it got me thinking, what if the Sailor Starlights came to Earth at the end of SuperS? It had to have taken a while to establish their idol group before debuting.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or any of the characters. They belong to Naoko Takeuchi.

🍸

Soft jazz music drifts lazily around the bar. The flashy neon light of orange and green illuminates the Amazon Trio as they sip from their drinks in hand. Ice cubes slosh and clink as Tigers-Eye slams his glass down on the table in frustration.

"Man, we got scolded again," he complains. "And we're doing our best too..."

"She doesn't have to yell at us like that," Hawks-Eye agrees. "If catching Pegasus were that easy, we would have found him by now!"

Fish-Eye tips his head back daintily, sipping from his cocktail glass. "There are just so many targets, how are we supposed to know which one he's hiding in? It's like finding a needle in a haystack."

Hawks-Eye brushes through the photographs scattered across the bar top. "Hmm... None of these women are really catching my eye." He plucks a snapshot of a girl with braids and waves it in Tigers-Eye's face, knowing he has a thing for younger chicks. "What about this one? You interested?" he inquires.

Tigers-Eye yawns. "Too plain."

"How 'bout this?" Hawks-Eye tries again. If Tigers-Eye doesn't do something, he'll have to do something, and he isn't in the mood for another failure and reprimanding from the old hag, Zirconia.

"Too old."

"And this one?"

Tigers-Eye makes a face and waves his hand dismissively. "Ugh, not another guy. See if Fish-Eye wants him," he says.

"What? Where? Lemme see!" Fish-Eye slides off his stool and squeezes between his cronies. Hearts form in his blue eyes when he catches a glimpse of the target. "Oh my gosh! You're kidding!" He snatches the photograph out of Hawks-Eye's hand so fast it's nothing but a blur.

"What're you getting so excited about? He's not nearly as handsome as I am," Tigers-Eye says, unable to conceal the tinge of jealousy in his voice.

"He's right," Hawks-Eye boasts. "We're much more good-looking."

"You two don't know who this is?" Fish-Eye asks incredulously.

Tigers-Eye and Hawks-Eye stare at their friend.

"It's Seiya Kou from the Three Lights!" Fisheye kisses the picture and twirls around. "I'm so lucky!"

"Never heard of him," Hawks-Eye comments in a voice as flat as cardboard.

"Me neither." Tigers-Eye tosses his orange hair. "He must not be that popular."

But Fish-Eye isn't listening to them. "Oh my, I wonder what kind of girls he likes? How should I approach him?

Tigers-Eye and Hawks-Eye swivel around in their seats and reach for their drinks. By now they know it's useless trying to talk to him when he goes gaga over a target.

"Cross-dressing again?" Hawks-Eye sounds bored.

"Why, of course!" Fisheye gazes dreamily at the glossy portrait. The celeb is clad in a red suit and yellow tie. A bright rose is stuffed in the breast pocket. Ebony bangs fall messily above spunky blue eyes, accompanied by a microphone and crooked smile.

Fish-Eye giggles. Seiya Kou... Even your name is beautiful! I'll seduce you for sure!

🎸

"Thank you! Goodnight everybody!" The lead singer gives a final wave into the sea of faces. The crowd erupts into applause as the Three Lights exit the stage. It's a warm Saturday night and they just wrapped up their second concert at the venue.

"Great job tonight, guys. They absolutely loved you." Their manager gives each member a pat on the back.

"Thank you, sir," Taiki replies politely. "We did our best."

Seiya accepts a towel from a stage worker and dabs the sweat off her forehead. She cranes her head up to the night sky, breathing heavily. Princess... Where are you now? Can you hear our message? They have only been on Earth for two months, but she and the others are already used to cross-dressing as a boy band.

"Seiya, we are heading back to change," Taiki calls over her shoulder.

"You coming or what?" Yaten taps her foot impatiently.

"Huh? Oh, yeah." Seiya shakes her head and follows them down the corridor to their dressing rooms. The high from performing hasn't worn off yet, and she hums the whole way, a bounce in her step.

Once she reaches her assigned room, Seiya shuts the door and starts collecting her things. The open window allows a humid breeze to drift in, carrying the sweet fragrance of a beautiful spring night - cherry blossoms and rain. She can still hear the murmurs of the crowd in the distance.

Knock. Knock.

"Come in!" the Starlight calls absentmindedly, figuring it's Taiki or Yaten.

Creak... The door creeps open. When Seiya glances up, she catches her breath.

Standing against the door frame appears to be one of the most gorgeous women Seiya's ever seen before. The beauty's pale-blue hair is tied in a high ponytail that cascades in lustrous waves to her hips. She wears a flowing white dress and strappy sandals.

It's like she forgot how to speak. "Can I help you?" Seiya clears her throat and quickly fluffs her hair.

Fish-Eye smiles and brushes a stray curl out of his face. "Actually, you can," he says in a high, silky voice.

"Oh? How so?" Whenever a cute girl is in sight, she can't help it - she's always been a flirt.

Fish-Eye giggles and casually eases the door shut behind him. "I really enjoyed the concert, Seiya. You shine like a true star out there. I was wondering if I could get a souvenir of some sort to make the experience all the more memorable..."

"I'm flattered," Seiya replies smoothly. She closes the distance between them in a few swift steps, drinking in Fish-Eye's sparkly perfume. "What do you have in mind?"

"An autograph would be wonderful." Fish-Eye bats his mascara-coated lashes. "But anything from a superstar like you would make me the happiest fan in the world."

A grin spreads across Seiya's face. They gaze at each other for a few seconds, holding a teasing conversation with their eyes. Seiya reaches for a blank notebook resting on the nearby table and pulls a marker out of her pocket. Gliding close to the pretty stranger, she says, "And to whom shall I make this autograph out to?"

"To 'Sakana'," Fish-Eye says breezily.

"Sakana, huh?" Seiya smiles quizzically at him. "That's a cute name you have."

"You think so?"

Squeak, squeak, goes the marker as Seiya scribbles out the autograph. She signs her name with a flourish, tears the paper out of the notebook, and hands it to Fish-Eye. "There you are," she declares.

"Oh, thank you so much! An autograph from my favorite male idol! I'll treasure it forever!"

Still smiling, Seiya puts her hands in her pockets. "Anything else I can help you with...?"

Fish-Eye carefully folds the autograph into his purse. "Oh, perhaps there is..." he purrs.

"Yeah?"

"But it's a bit of a secret..." Fish-Eye fingers Seiya's collar, pulling playfully on her tie.

"I'm intrigued," she whispers.

Fish-Eye stands on his tiptoes and whispers enticingly into Seiya's ear, "I'd like to get to know you better..."

"Is that so?"

He outlines the buttons on Seiya's jacket. "These ties can be tricky, can't they? Let me assist you in taking it off..."

Seiya chuckles. "That sounds quite tempting, but you see, I have to go soon... The others are waiting for me," she answers honestly, regretfully.

"Oh, they can wait, can't they?" If Fish-Eye gets any closer, they'll be a grilled cheese sandwich.

"I'm sorry." Unwillingly, Seiya gently pushes him off her. "You're extremely attractive, Sakana, but... I can't. I wish I could, but I can't."

Fish-Eye draws back as if he'd been slapped across the face. He widens his eyes innocently. "Why not?"

'Because you'd find out I'm a woman and then our image would be ruined', Seiya wants to say, but responds, "I'm not who you think I am."

"What do you mean? I know who you are. You're just making an excuse, aren't you?"

"No, I-"

"Fine." Fish-Eye steps back. The corners of his mouth crumple into a scowl. "I see how it is. I guess it's goodbye to you then, isn't it?"

Before Seiya can respond, a blue curtain appears out of the air and drops over Fish-Eye with a whoosh. It raises to reveal his true self - bubbly blue outfit, scaly hands, and black Amazon marking on his forehead.

"Who are-?!" Seiya stumbles back.

"ONE!" A red board rises from under the floorboards, slamming into the Starlight's back.

"TWO!" Cold, metal clamps bind Seiya's wrists and ankles.

"THREE!"

Seiya screams as her dream mirror emerges, taking shape bit by bit. Harsh light blinds her, and wind whips her hair all over. It feels like someone is reaching into her chest and ripping out her insides. What's going on? What is this?!

Once it stops, she slumps forward in exhaustion, supported only by the painful cuffs pinning her to the plank.

"Now to take a look inside your beautiful dream mirror!" Fish-Eye saunters towards the trapped idol. He grabs hold of the glowing mirror on both sides. It's shining brighter than any one he's seen before! His eyes glimmer in hope. Could this be the home of Pegasus after all?

"Y-You lied to me! Who are you really?" Seiya shouts, raising her head. It's obvious by the flat chest and deep voice that this monster is male, and on top of that, the enemy! How could she fall into his trap? Anger and humiliation course through her veins. She thrashes harder, but cannot break free.

Fish-Eye chuckles, but doesn't reply. He stretches the mirror on both sides like putty and dives his head inside her dream mirror. Seiya shrieks in agony.

"Where is Pegasus?" he says aloud, looking all over. But instead of finding a winged horse with a golden horn, he sees flowing images of a beautiful, red-haired princess catered by three female guardians in black uniforms.

Fish-Eye throws his head out of the mirror in horror. "H-H-How dare you deceive me! That's my job!" he cries, his voice wavering. I fell for a woman in disguise? Impossible! This can't be right...

Skin crawling and cheeks burning, Fish-Eye stands back. How humiliating! "What a waste of a trip. Well, either way, I suppose you'll have to die now, Seiya. Come out, my Remless! Superstar Daistuaa!"

A creature climbs out of his shadow - a skinny girl with a guitar as a torso and a microphone as a tail. She snaps the cord like a whip and says in a mouse-like voice, "It's showtime!"

"I'm leaving this up to you, Daisutaa," Fish-Eye barks.

"Of course!”

A black hole rimmed with water appears in the air. Fish-Eye does a backwards somersault into it and vanishes.

The dream mirror returns to Seiya's body and the board and restraints disappear. She falls to her knees, feeling dizzy and weak.

"Hello, everybody!" Daisutaa sings. "I'm so happy to be here! I've got a super great show for you!"

Seiya glares up at the Remless. A phage? No, it's different... She reaches into her pocket for her transformation brooch.

"Uh-uh! Please turn off all cell phones and electronic devices during the show!" Daisutaa lunges at Seiya. They crash into the wooden table which breaks into jagged pieces beneath them. Seiya groans, her back throbbing, and tries to throw the Remless off her. Daisutaa's three-inch nails are like knives, poised at her throat.

"Get...off...me!" she grunts, turning her head to the side in a feeble attempt to avoid the monster slicing her jugular.

"You want an encore, you say?" Daisutaa crows. "Alrighty then!"

Bam! The dressing room door slams open, nearly flying off its hinges.

"Star Sensitive Inferno!"

"Star Gentle Uterus!"

The Remless snaps her head up, frozen like a deer in the headlights as the two combined attacks hit her head on. "What? Aghhh! STAGE OUT!" she wails, crumbling to glass. The shadow on the floor fades, and a billow of smoke dissipates in an upright spiral circle. The Dead Moon magic is gone.

"Seiya!" Maker cries, hurrying over to her.

"What happened? We heard you screaming." Healer kneels beside Seiya. "What was that thing? A phage?"

"So they have invaded here too?" Maker murmurs gravely.

Seiya coughs and shakes her head. Grunting, she pulls herself into a sitting position. "No, it was something else..."

Healer helps Seiya to her feet. "Well, either way, it's gone now. Let's hope we never see anything like it again."

"Yeah. Just forget it happened," Seiya mutters, flushing as she recalls Sakana.

She knew she wanted to.

✨

"Back so soon, Fish-Eye?" Tigers-Eye swings around in his chair at the bar.

Ignoring him, Fish-Eye plops down in his usual spot and pours himself a drink. In one sip, he downs the entire thing and reaches to refill the glass.

"Whoa, easy!" Hawks-Eye jokes. "Did it go that bad?"

Tigers-Eye's green eyes dance. "That Seiya dude rejected you, didn't he?" he says gaily.

"Can it, you two," Fish-Eye grumbles, studying his red nail polish. "You don't know the half of it."

"So what happened?" Hawks-Eye asks.

A bloom of red appears in Fish-Eye's cheeks. "Let's just say that underneath it all, Seiya Kou wasn't who I thought he was."

Tigers-Eye smirks. "I could have told you all those boy bands are bogus."

"Shut up, Tigers-Eye. Just shut up."

#sailor moon fanfiction #Seiya Kou #sailor stars #fanfic #story #comedy #one shot #anime #sailor moon fandom #pretty guardian sailor moon #usagi tsukino #star fighter #fish eye #Amazon trio #sailor moon fan #bishoujo senshi sailor moon #strawberry moon rose #AO3

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closedafterdark · 4 years ago

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Author-Nim if request are open may I request a scenario where mommy Irene takes you as a plus one to a party. Irene had to go somewhere and she left you alone. Suddenly, Jennie walks up to you and starts flirting with you and she ends up touching your crotch. Next thing you know Irene comes from behind and whispers in your ear “I bet you think your acting real cute letting Jennie put her hands over you” she takes you outside and fucks you in front of Jennie

Tonight is the annual celebration dinner for Red Velvet Company. An entire hotel was rented out, much to the annoyance of customers who booked hotel rooms in advance. A sea of upper high class people filled the ballroom, drinking rather expensive wine and talking about golf.

You sighed, standing next to the h’dourves table as you sipped the terrible tasting wine. You felt out of place, black suit and tie dinners were never your forte. Not to mention you were only a guest here, a plus one to your girlfriend and CEO of the company, Bae Joohyun.

“Why the sad face?”

The lovingly soft voice causes you to turn around. You smiled as you saw your girlfriend standing before you. She wore a beautiful red, strapless dress that complimented her milky white skin. Her hair was neatly parted in the middle, not a single bang on her forehead out of place. You were always mesmerized by how beautiful she looked, often times feeling inferior to the beauty that called you her own. She smiled as she saw you admiring her and gives you a soft kiss on the lips.

“Mind telling me why my loving boyfriend is standing next to appetizers by himself?” Joohyun softly asks. She was never one to raise her voice when it was just the two of you.

“I’m sorry, honey. You know I’m never good with these kinds of things” you said.

“I understand. To tell you the truth, I don’t really care for them either” she said, pouting at you. “I’m sorry I had to drag you along to this”

“Babe, don’t be sorry. If anything it should be me who’s apologizing. I’m bringing down the whole mood”

Her large glassy orbs shined brightly, staring at you as her beautiful smile melted all of your troubles away. You both stared at each other, as you bring her hand and caress her cheek softly, pinching it. She laughs and licks her lips, planting her extremely soft lips against yours. The two of you don’t care that it was a public area, exchanging in a passionate and tender kiss. Joohyun moans as your hands caress her exposed back and make their way down to her extremely soft bottom. She pulls you even closer, her tiny right hand making a fist as she hits your chest for caressing her ass while you two were in public.

You both pull away from each other after several minutes, smiling as you push your forehead onto hers softly. Both of you try to catch your breath as you look lovingly into each other’s eyes.

“I love you” Joohyun said.

“I love you too, wife” you replied. You recently started calling Joohyun that, causing her to always giggle as she felt so loved by you. You gave her several more kisses before squeezing her butt softly once more.

She hit your chest as she asked for one more kiss and told you she was going to go to the restroom to freshen up.

You smiled, watching her walk away as her cute butt could be seen through her dress.

“Quite the show you put on just now”

You turned around and saw a woman slightly taller than Joohyun looking at you, her cat eyes seductively alluring. She had nice hips and equally nicer thighs, her outfit a bit more revealing than what others wore. You were happy to see someone else who was familiar to you.

“Hi, Jen. What’s up?”

“Joohyun’s pretty hot” she said, approaching you slowly. “But what’s such a handsome guy like you doing with an old hag like her”

“That’s not cool to talk about my girlfriend that way, Jen”

“I’m just saying” she said as she grabs the knot of your tie and fixes it. “You need a younger pussy to satisfy you”

“Oh yeah?” you asked.

“Yeah” she replied in a dangerously seductive tone. Jennie’s accent always came out whenever she spoke naughtily. “I have a little something planned for you tonight”

“And what might that be?” you said, both of your faces close together as you inhaled Jennie’s intoxicating scent.

Jennie smiles as she plants a kiss on your lips before grabbing the back of your head and whispers into your ear. Your eyes widen as words leave her mouth and begin to process in your brain.

Jennie smiles as she takes your lips once more, her hands roaming your back as you smack her ass hard. She yelps in surprise, causing her to bite your lower lip. You break the connection between you two as Jennie sees your expression.

“I take it you accept my proposition?”

You nod, still stunned. Jennie grins as she takes your hand in hers and brings you outside the ballroom area. She leads you past the various security members assigned to the event until you both find a private bathroom with two stalls.

The moment you lock the door, Jennie captures your lips once more. Her kisses were more aggressive than Joohyun’s, sloppy and full of lust. She takes control by sliding her tongue inside your lips. Your hands find their way back onto her waist, as they naughtily roam every part of her body. You found Jennie’s hips were much wider than Joohyun’s, as your hands return back to their previous location in the ballroom: her bottom. You unbutton her extremely short shorts and massage them, causing Jennie to moan as your cold hands contrast her warm skin.

Jennie’s hands are now around your neck, kissing you hungrily before they find the buttons of your shirt and begin to remove them. When she finally unbuttons the last one, her kisses plant a trail onto your neck as you see your body be marked by her bright red lips. You remove your shirt and tie as she continues to kiss your chest until she finds her way to your abs. She looks at you with lust, smirking as she drops to her knees and finds your bulge in front of her face.

Jennie bites on your tip through the cloth fabric, causing you to moan as she unbuttons your slacks, already having unbuckled them in the ballroom. With one swift motion, she pulls your slacks and boxers down as your throbbing erection hits her cheek. She giggles, as she grasps ahold of your base and licks your tip. You let out a soft moan as you leaned your head back. Jennie’s hands were cold, which felt wonderful on your warm cock. You felt shivers down your spine as you looked down at your former booty call, pure joy and excitement seen on her face as she lathers your cock generously with her spit.

She strokes you in a delightful rhythm, getting aroused from hearing your cock be wet with her spit as well as your moans of satisfaction. She continues as her mouth kisses your balls, making sure they were sloppy before taking each individually in her warm and wet mouth. You let out a longer moan, as she sucked your balls one at a time. Her suction of them was your favorite thing she did to you, hearing the beautiful sound of them being released from her mouth with a loud pop. She moaned as she cupped your scrotum.

“These balls feel so heavy... and all of it just for me” she said.

You wanted to scream as Jennie’s mouth returned to your balls, taking both of them inside her mouth simultaneously. You started to feel lightheaded, forgetting about Joohyun as you watched an old flame give you oral that kept you up at night sometimes. She releases your sack, both of you gasping for air.

She smiles, kissing your tip as she only takes a few seconds to rest before dragging her tongue from the underside of your scrotum to your cock tip. Jennie knew what you liked, flattening her tongue as much as possible while she drew long licks. After several times of doing so, she reaches the tip. Giving you another kiss and licking up your leaking precum, she parts her lips and takes you inside her mouth.

“Holy fuck...” you moan as your cock enters Jennie’s comforting mouth. Her tongue seamlessly glides your underside as she teases you by only taking you halfway before retreating until only your tip is inside her. She looks at you and smiles with her eyes until she pushes her head down and begins slurping on your cock. You smile as inch by inch of you enters Jennie’s slutty mouth.

As you watch her, you notice the differences in techniques between her and Joohyun. Jennie forms an air tight seal on your cock, as her lips contain your shaft. She pools as much spit as possible to warm and wetten your cock. Joohyun preferred deepthroating, wanting you to facefuck her until you came in her mouth. Jennie loved teasing you, methodical in her actions of swiping her tongue across your tip and shaft. She never left your balls unattended, massaging them whenever she sucked your cock or taking them in her mouth whenever she stroked you. Joohyun never was the first to initiate ball play unless you convinced her to do so. Jennie’s blowjobs were imprinted in your memory, you missed the feeling of her mouth on you even though you were happy with Joohyun.

You failed at suppressing the loud moan that escaped your lips.

Jennie’s soft hands leave your balls and grip your thighs harshly as she began to suck your cock at a faster pace. She took you deeper into her mouth, her previously tight seal on you opening up as you felt her spit fall onto your base and balls, staining the floor. The sounds of Jennie gargling on your cock filled the restroom as you look at Jennie’s beautiful brown eyes and see her welling with excitement. She hums through a mouth full of cock, jamming you as far into her throat as she could.

You reached down and caressed her softly, she felt both of your hands on the side of her head as you rapidly force her head up and down your cock. You both maintain eye contact, as you fuck Jennie’s mouth. You loved hearing Jennie gag for you, her eyes spilling out tears of pleasure as her spit clings to her slutty mouth and chin, dripping onto her chest. Her hands remained on your thighs, digging into your skin. You feel yourself reaching a euphoric high as Jennie’s moaned loudly through your cock.

“So this is what you wanted to do...” you heard a woman’s voice say as one of the stalls open. You saw your girlfriend, a sweaty panting mess as her fingers were still inside her.

“N-noona, I...”

You were about to withdraw your cock from Jennie’s mouth as she hits your thigh and forces you to deepthroat her. You moaned as your hands instinctively grip her head and push her deeper.

“Shh. Don’t worry, baby. I’m not mad. In fact... why don’t I join and show this little slut here how mommy takes good care of you” Joohyun said as she gets on her knees next to Jennie.

“Oh, please” Jennie shot back as she regretfully withdrew her mouth from you.

“Daddy likes when his little girl is bad”

#asks #red velvet #red velvet irene #bae joohyun #blackpink smut #blackpink #jennie

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bunnys-beetlejuice-blog · 3 years ago

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bangs pots and pans together loudly FIC UPDATE COME GET YALL SOME JUICE

Apparently the vital, missing component to enjoying school was having a friend there. Go figure.

He and Kevin only have that first period class together, but they make the most of it, passing notes back and forth between the two of them, the teacher too tired that early in the morning to notice, or care. Lunch isn’t depressing anymore. They sit together under the shade tree, and Kevin does seem to also appreciate the view. “Can you even imagine working up a sweat, on purpose?” Betelgeuse pats his gut. “You know I can’t.”

“I can’t believe how little the track shorts are. That’s obscene. You think I’d look good in them?” “You join track and I’ll come to every meet, an’ it won’t be for th’ love of th’ sport.” He doesn’t think normal friends talk to each other like this, but he doesn’t actually know. Does everyone flirt with their friends? Are friends just cool people you wanna fuck but haven’t yet? Is it demon hormone bullshit, making him read into everything? Unclear.

It’s all going so good, until it isn’t, suddenly.

One lunch, two months into being there, Kevin pulls a huge and impressive old book from his backpack. “Look what I goooot,” he sing songs, waving it in Betelgeuse’s face, and he sneezes in response. “Smells old.” Emily and Lydia would love it. “It is. It’s very old,” Kevin confirms, and he moves so he’s sitting next to Betelgeuse, shoulder to shoulder, both their backs to the shade tree. “It’s about demons.”

Betelgeuse loses interest immediately, and focuses on not going pink at their shoulders touching, instead. “Z’at so?” he grunts. Kevin doesn’t seem to pick up on his moodiness, though. “It talks about all these ancient beings,” he explains, flipping pages. “Their summoning circles, their aspects,” he gives Betelgeuse a nudge at that, “all the things they can do for you, and the boons they grant.” He feels uncomfortable. “What’s with this? You obsessed with me, or somethin’?” He tries to play it as a joke, but that glint in Kevin’s eyes is back, and he doesn’t like it. “Of course, who wouldn’t be obsessed if they learned all this shit is actually true? It’s like there’s a whole secret world behind a locked door, and I’ve got the key.” Kevin looks back up at him.

He gets the feeling he’s the key. It’s not a good feeling.

“Where’d you even get this fuckin’ thing?” he lifts a finger, and the book slams closed in Kevin’s lap. His friend huffs. “Internet, of course.” “No, I mean… why were you lookin’ for somethin’ like this?” “I want to learn more. Don’t you?” Kev presses, and reopens the book. “I mean, what if there’s something amazing you can do, and you just don’t know, cause you’re not bothering to try?”

“So I’ll never know, so what?” Betelgeuse feels like this is a losing argument, but he tries anyways. “What’s so great about bein’ weird? You’re lucky you’re human.” “Dude, don’t even start with that. You can fly.” “So can humans,” he points out. “Wh- A plane and fucking levitating for fun are not the same, and you know it, BeetleJerk.” Kevin honestly can’t understand why he’s not excited over this. “I just mean… I’d rather be human, than this.” He blinks at his own words, because he’s never expressed that out loud before, ever. But it doesn’t feel untrue. “You’re out of your mind, more so than usual. Every human alive wants to feel special, and do the stuff you can do. Why are you acting like it’s so miserable all of a sudden? You use your powers all the time, I’ve seen you literally teleport five feet because you’re too lazy to walk.”

“You don’t get it.” He’s feeling sullen now, and he wiggles a little away from Kevin, and crosses his arms. “BJ, come on-” Betelgeuse teleports away to under the bleachers, and he eats his lunch there, until the bell rings.

He’s waiting for Emily after school, not feeling particularly friendly, when Kevin approaches. They stand there awkwardly. It feels tense, and weird, and he waits to see what the breather does. “Don’t be mad,” Kevin says, finally. “M’not mad.” “You sound mad.” “You know what mad on me looks like,” he finally turns to look at his friend, amber eyes burning with irritation. “First hand.”

Kevin looks down, and kicks at a rock that might not actually be there. “I thought you’d be excited. BJ, come on, I don’t wanna.. Not be friends over this.”

Betelgeuse signs, and scratches at the scruff on his chin. “It’s not like that,” he relents after a moment. “I just, I don’t care about that stuff. An’ I don’t wanna sit around, focusin’ on it. I don’t exactly like feelin’ different. Yeah, I do tricks an’ use my magic an’ stuff, but it’s hard to control. I lose my temper once an’ I could seriously destroy somethin’, or hurt my family. It doesn’t exactly feel good, knowin’ that. No one else my age can stand me, cause they can tell I’m weird. Before you, it was fuckin’ lonely, Kev.”

He feels a familiar pressure, because Kevin has taken his hand, and the human gives it a squeeze. He accepts it, melting a little against the other boy. “Still friends?” Kevin asks, and Betelgeuse purrs in response, resting his head on Kevin’s shoulder.

It’s not till later, at home, that he realizes Kevin never actually apologized.

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It’s like that, for a while. He knows Kevin still has the book. He knows he’s reading it, and sometimes Kevin will bring up demon stuff, but Betelgeuse has almost exactly a minute and a half of patience for answering questions or hearing about it. Still, Kev doesn’t stop. He might feel angrier if the breather wasn’t so god damn cute.

The air is starting to go cold, and leaves are beginning to fall. October is settling in, getting comfortable, and mom’s starting to break out the Halloween décor. It’s the middle of a kind of gloomy, Autumn day, when things get weird.

Kevin has the book open, much to Betelgeuse’s annoyance, and he’s blabbing away about a demon that supposedly grants wealth- “Do you think you could do that?” -when Betelgeuse looks down at the book, and sees Juno looking back at him. It’s not really her, it’s an illustration, but he’d recognize the bitch anywhere. She’s ink, glaring up from the page, those same age lines etched into her face, confirming his private theory that she’d been an old hag even when she was young. The slit neck is prominent, and as he stares, he sees smoke billow out of it. Oh, fuck no.

He grabs the book and slams it shut, startling Kevin, and then he teleports it directly under them, a mile down in the rock of the earth. Kev blinks for a moment, confused, before looking at his friend. “Wh.. Dude, WHAT?”

“Possessed book,” he croaks out, feeling tense, because he can smell cigarette smoke. “And you’re afraid of it? Why? You are also a literal fucking demon!” “That’s why I’m not messin’ with it!” Betelgeuse stands up, uneasy. The ground around the tree feels weird, now. He doesn’t like it here anymore. “Cause I actually understand why it’s a bad fuckin’ idea! God, you should have instincts that tell you not to mess with this stuff! You’re deficient, Kev, seriously.”

“Me deficient? Seriously?” Kev snaps, which hurts in a new, unexpected way. “Whatever, asshole. Give me my book back.” Kevin stands up, too, but he’s not uneasy, he’s angry.

“It’s better off where it is.”

“Which is where?”

Betelgeuse glances down. The grass around the tree is starting to wither. Kevin follows his gaze, but doesn’t seem to notice the dying vegetation. “You buried it? Come on!”

“Leave it, Kev.”

“This isn’t just your cool secret, anymore, it’s mine too!” Kevin glares at him. “You can’t keep me out of it, BJ. That’s not fair. God, at this point, I know more than you! You should be listening to me!”

He feels his volatile temper flare.

“Ex-fuckin’-scuze me?”

He waits for Kevin to take it back. Instead, his friend doubles down. “Demons have to listen to humans,” Kevin crosses his arms. “If they’re summoned. It’s in the book.” “Nobody summoned me,” Betelgeuse snarls, letting his real snake eyes show, an intimidation tactic that works for about half a second. Kevin’s too used to him, at this point. “I’m up here on a deal.” “Bet I could do it. I bet I could summon you. Then you’d have to listen to me.” “Yeah? Well, good luck without your stupid book!” He storms off, leaving Kevin standing there.

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The rest of the day sucks. He’s moody all day, annoyed in the car, grumpy in his room. He cranks metal and wishes he’d learned to play a guitar instead of his rinky, happy sounding ukulele. The instrument isn’t going to produce the noise he wants to express himself, right now. He throws it across the room, into a wall, where it smashes, and reforms a minute later, because… it’s still his favorite, after all. Even if it’s no good for expressing his teenage angst.

He can hear shuffling, and talking, outside his room, though he can’t make out what’s being said over the music. After a moment, though, there’s a knock at his door. “Hey, Bug?” Emily calls. “Can you come give me a hand with something?” He wants to tell her to piss off, go away, to leave him the hell alone, but.. It’s Emily. The CD player lets out a strangled choke and suddenly stops, and the door swings open, all without him moving from his flopped position on the bed. “Sup, ma?” he grunts. Emily peaks her head into the room, and smiles when she sees him, the expression radiating warmth and adoration and.. Oh, God/Satan, bless his sunbeam of a mother. “Just wondering if you’re free to do a little decorating?” She reaches behind her and grabs a fake severed bloody limb from the box he assumes she’s dragged into the hallway from the attic. “Don’t you worry it takes away from the “wow factor” to do Halloween twice a year?” He asks, standing and stretching, before apparating in the hallway behind her, and giving the decor box a nudge with his boot. “What? No way, there’s never enough Halloween!” Emily grins. “Get that, please.” The box floats along behind him as they head downstairs. They pause in the entryway, as Emily thinks out loud. “So, maybe the kitchen should be-” “Functional as a kitchen, please,” Charles calls from the living room. Emily rolls her eyes. “Okay, fine! Spoilsport! We’ll focus on the entryway for now,” she decides. “You wanna put up cobwebs in the rafters?” She gets on tiptoes to reach into the floating box, and he lowers it a bit for her, as she grabs the fake webbing. “I could just instantly decorate the whole room,” He takes to floating next to the box. “Could make sure it’s all normal human stuff, too,” He adds, before she can respond. “I know you can… But I like decorating,” Emily says brightly. “It’s not about getting it done quickly. It’s about, you know, doing it together.” “So why are dad and Lydia slacking?” Her smile doesn’t falter, but becomes softer. “It kinda felt like you needed some mom time, today,” She says simply. God, she can read him easier than Kev can read his stupid book. “We got in a fight,” he admits. She hums at that, because he only has one friend. It’s not hard to guess who he could possibly mean. “I’m sorry, Bug. What over?” He hesitates. So far he’s not let any of his family in on this book business. He’s been sort of hoping it could just go away on it’s own, and not be a thing. Kevin’s made it into a thing, though, and not telling even his mom feels… bad.

“He’s really into demons. Like, really, really into em,” He rasps, floating up and beginning to put up the spiderwebs, as his mother takes down the usual, sort of spooky wall hangings and trades them for her very intentionally spooky Halloween ones. “He’s got this book, an’ it’s all about demons an’ like, how to summon them, an’ their powers, an’ stuff… Sometimes th’ way he talks, it’s like.. Are we friends cause we’re friends, or friends cause you think I’m gonna be... useful?”

Maybe that doesn't make any sense, but that’s how it’s been feeling, like there’s an invisible shoe hanging midair, and it’s about to drop. His mother waits until he’s finished before looking up at him. “And you fought over that?” She prods. “Not exactly.” How the fuck can she even tell that, though? Damn her mom powers. He really, really didn’t want to talk about this, not to her, but… “I saw Juno. In th’ book,'' He lowers back down to the floor, and digs through the box, pulling out fake body parts. Back up he goes, to stick these in the fake webbing. “It was just a drawing of her, but it started like.. Billowing smoke-”

“From the neck,” His mother remembers, suppressing a shudder.

“Yeah. I could smell the smoke. So I got rid of the book, buried it in th’ school yard, but Kev got all pissy about it. He thinks he’s an expert on this shit, an’ he’s gonna mess with somethin’ big if he keeps this up.” “I’m sure you’ve told him that.” “He doesn’t listen. He gets this look in his eye, like it’s a game, or like… I dunno. Feels sometimes like he thinks he’s…” He searches for the words. “Like he thinks he oughta be the boss a’me, or somethin’.”

He rubs absentmindedly at the moss on his nose. It clings, stubborn as ever, same with the patches by his hairline, and he’s found it’s easier to just add another little layer to his glamour than try to do anything about it.

Maybe that’s indicative of a bigger problem. It’s easier to do a bit of magic and make everything look better than to actually fix the underlying problem. Ugh, introspection, how absolutely miserable. He wants to keep thoughts like that locked away tight, but they have a habit of slipping past his mental defenses and making him feel worse. Absolutely no one can make him feel shittier than he himself can. He sinks to the ground, going purple, and he’s instantly wrapped in his mother’s arms. “It’s okay, Beetlejuice,” Emily has both her hands on the back of his head, and he pushes his face into the crook of her neck. “I just.. I’ve only got the one friend,” he groans. “I don’t wanna stop bein’ his friend, but.. Fuck, ma.”

“I know.” Her voice is a soothing balm. She works her hands through the mess of purple hair at the back of his head. “I know, sweetheart. I know it’s lonely at school, but school isn’t forever,” she tries to assure him. “If your friend is treating you this way, well.. He’s not a very good friend. Do you want to be around someone who makes you feel this bad? Does it feel worth it, to you?”

He knows the correct answer is, “No,” but he’s not sure if his self esteem is high enough for that.

“I like him a lot,” He grumbles, and she hums again. “He’s handsome,” She says, and then pulls back far enough to pinch his nose. “But not as handsome as my son, of course,” and it’s silly enough to help knock away his mood, so that’s something, at least. “What should I do?” He doesn’t pull away from her, just soaks up the mom energy for as long as he can. “I think you need to have a talk,” Emily tells him. “Lay out how you’re feeling. Try to get his side of things, and make sure he hears your side, too. Then, at least you both tried, you know?”

It’s such a mom type answer. He groans again.

“I was worried you’d say some shit like that.” She fuzzes his hair, and he feels the tingle in his scalp that means it’s changed colors. Back to green, he assumes. “You know your moss changes color along with your hair? And your creepo-stache?” “Leave the stache alone, it’s tryin’ it’s best,” He pretends to be defensive.

“It makes you look like the founder of a forum for people who marry their cars,” Lydia offers, from the bottom step of the staircase, where she has apparently been just chilling and listening.

“Wh-! Mom, it’s not that bad, right?” Emily tilts her head to the side and gives what can only be described as a condescending smile. “Oh, you’re both in for it now.” He brings the various decor items to life to terrorize them, and then Charles joins his side, sympathizing with his son vis-à-vis bad teenage facial hair, and by the time the whole squabble is over, hardly any decorating has gotten done… But he does feel better. His family’s good like that.

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Monday rolls around, same as it always does, but there’s a weird feeling in the air. Halloween is a week away, barely missing getting a weekend date, but there’s some big Halloween bash the school is apparently throwing. There’s fliers for it everywhere, plastered all over lockers and bulletin boards. He’s not much of a participator, though, and his reaction to his locker being plastered over with invites to a party he doesn't care about is to snap his fingers. All the fliers on all the lockers up and down the hall, all instantly fall loose at once, littering the floor. A few students jump back, but no one looks his way, because why would they?

He’s grabbing his history textbook when he feels a tap on the shoulder, and when he turns, it’s a girl he recognizes, but her name is absolutely lost on him.

“You’re BJ, right?” Miffy askes, and he nods. “Yeah, s’right,” and Margo seems to wince at how gruff his voice is, before continuing. “Um, you and that guy Kevin, you’re like…” Milicent trails off, waiting for him to finish her thought, but sorry, baby, he can barely finish his own. “Like…?” He says, with his gravel voice copying her tone and inflection, and she huffs. “Together?” Marge asks, “Like, all of the time?”

He cocks his head, and squints at her, hands t-rexing at his sides, as Lydia likes to say.\

“Usually,” He concedes, and he gets the feeling he’s dragging this out much, much more than Mango clearly wants, because he spies a group of girls a little ways off, waiting for her. One of them is staring intently, more focused on him, but he pushes that thought aside.

“Look, okay, he’s gonna be out for a few days, and I’m just trying to see if you can take him his homework,” McGrubber has grown tired of having to stand here, talking to the chubby goth loser, apparently. “I’m a student aid in the office and they’re trying to make me do it, but I have track practice!” Thaaaat’s where he knows her from. She looks different, not bouncing and sweating and also not half a football field away. “Sure, fine, I’ll make sure Kev gets his work. Wouldn’t want you to miss out on running in a fuckin’ circle, Maria.” Her face sours. “It’s Blair.” So close. “Who fuckin’ cares,” He replies, and turns back to his locker. He can hear her rejoin her friend group, all of them fawning over her harrowing experience of having to speak to him in public. The last thing he hears from Blair is, “He’s just so goddamn weird,” and then the group rounds the corner.

He closes his locker harder than he maybe needs to.

Kevin isn’t in class that day, or the next, or even the one after. The shade tree has withered and died completely, it’s color sapped and gone, and even walking near it makes him feel uneasy. His new lonely lunch spot is under the bleachers, which feels even more voyeuristic of a spot to watch the track team, but even that activity feels tainted, somehow. He’s back to being lonely.

He can’t stand being lonely.

It gets so bad he contemplates sitting, wait for it, on the bleachers, and maybe even trying to strike up a conversation, but he’s too chicken shit. He’s been going to school with these kids for the past three years, and no one’s wanted to talk to him or chat with him in all that time. He can’t imagine that’s about to change.

Still, on Thursday, miserable and lonely, he gives it a try.

Sitting up here sucks. It’s just a hard metal seat on a gloomy day, and when he’d ventured up and sat down, other people had slowly moved away from him, until he was sitting by himself, all the breathers huddled in a different area, away from him. He'd tried talking, but hardly had a "Hey, how ya doin'?" grated out before the migration began.

Figures.

He finishes eating and lies on his back, resting his hands on his chest, eyes closed, and after a while he feels someone standing over him, and something laid over his hands. He opens his eyes. There’s the most beautiful girl staring down at him. She’s got long, bleach blonde hair, darker at the roots, which is hanging down in a halo around her face, and the biggest, clearest blue eyes he’s ever seen. He glances down, to see she’s placed a daisy over his hand. He looks back up at her, amber eyes questioning.

“You looked so still,” She smiles. Her voice is like music. He thinks he can hear harps. “With your hands folded like that. Kind of like an open casket.” He’d been forgetting to breathe, apparently, which happens sometimes. She thought he looked like a corpse, and she placed a flower over him.

“Sorry, if that’s weird. You’re.. BJ?” She asks, and he picks up the daisy, sits up, and nods. “Yeah, you’re…” “Barbara,” she fills him in. “You’re not so good with names.” “Mmm. Buffy tell you that?” He recognizes her now, from that group of girls. Barbara sits next to him, which makes zero sense. “It’s Blair,” she corrects him gently, but not without a giggle in her voice. “Oh, right.” Her name could be fuckin’ Moonpie and it’d make the same amount of difference to him, but he’d agree with anything Barbara said, if it meant she kept sitting there, talking to him. “Are you going to the Halloween party?” She asks. “Supposed to be pretty killer. It kind of seems like your scene.” “I’m not exactly a social butterfly,” which is the understatement of the god damn century, honestly, but she laughs and nudges her shoulder with his. “Well, I think you should come. I bet you’d have the coolest costume. Maybe think about it?”

“I guess, maybe..” He says lamely, because his brain is short circuiting from that small touch.

“Barb, come on!” someone calls to her from a ways away, on the track. Lunch is nearly over. She stands, and smooths down the long skirt she’s wearing, which is modest but flattering. “Later, BJ,” she smiles, and just like that, she’s gone, like an angel going back up to heaven in a beam of light, off to rejoin her friends. He can hear what she says to them, though. “You guys are mean, he’s not so bad. Just shy.”

He keeps the daisy in a little glass of water on his dresser, and strums love songs on his ukulele.

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Thinking about Barbara and her smile and the way she nudged him is a fun distraction, at least for a little while, but when it’s Saturday, and he still hasn’t heard from Kevin, he decides it’s time to demon up and see what the fuck is happening with him. He’s been just teleporting Kev’s homework inside his room, and he’s sure it’s falling into a pile on the floor each time and startling him, but no one ever said how he had to deliver it. Today though, emboldened by the pretty girl on the bleachers, he appears at Kevin’s front door instead, holding Friday’s work, and he knocks. It takes a moment, but Mr. Loh answers.

Betelgeuse hasn’t had much chance to interact with Kev’s dad. He looks like a normal, tired dad, wholly unimpressive, and kinda short. Chuck could wrestle this guy to the mat, no problem.

“Oh, BJ,” Mr. Loh says, and then glances at what’s in his hands. “Kevin’s homework? Thank you. He’s holed up in his room… won’t come out.. Maybe,” and he suddenly looks hopeful. “You two are friends. Maybe you can try talking to him?”

Well, that’s what he was there to do anyways, so sure. “I gotcha, Mr. L,” he nods, stepping inside, and heading up the stairs and down the hall to Kevin’s room. The closer he gets to the door, though, the weirder he feels. Something stinks, figuratively and literally. It smells like… It smells like the waiting room. It’s that same, veil is thin type air that he can smell on Halloween night, but how the fuck is he smelling it here? He bangs on Kevin’s door. “Hey, Kev, it’s the B-Man,” he calls, trying to keep his tone playful, but he feels like he’s doing a poor job. What the hell is going on? “Come on, man, open up!” He tries again, when he receives no response. He thinks he can hear a shuffle behind the door. “Dude, I will bust this fuckin’ door down,” He growls, all the play gone from his tone. “You know I will. Better yet-”

He appears inside the bedroom, just in time for Kevin to slam shut the closet door. Kevin turns to look at him, back pressed to the wood. There’s a beat, both teens staring at each other, wide eyed, Betelgeuse in that weird way he does, and Kevin looking frazzled. “What,” the demon grates out, “the fuck, are you getting up to in here? It smells like the netherworld, Kev.” Unfortunately, that makes Kevin’s face light up. “It does? Oh my god, that’s perfect! It must be starting to work!” He crosses the bedroom, going to his desk, where an old book is sitting open. It’s not the same one he took from his friend, it can’t be, that book is still a mile down in presumably solid rock. “Another musty ass tome, great,” he growls, but Kevin ignores him, flipping through the book.

He hates feeling ignored.

A black and white striped arm sprouts from Kevin’s desk, and slams the book shut, which makes the breather turn and glare at him. “Get out of my room, BJ,” is all Kevin says, and Betelgeuse ignores that, instead crossing the floor to get a look at that book. “Where th’ hell do you keep finding these fuckin’ things?”

“This one I bought from a one armed man living out of a 1973 Oldsmobile Delta 88 Royale,” Kevin recites. Betelgeuse squints at him, top teeth over bottom lip. “You’re too gay to know what that means,” he says, plainly, and Kevin shrugs. “He wouldn’t stop talking about his stupid car. I now know more about that antique than I know about geography.” It feels fun, for a second, like this drama isn’t happening, and they’re just having a conversation. It doesn’t last, though. He can’t let Kev off the hook.

“So you bought a second cursed book, this time from some amputee homeless guy, and you’re just, doing the rituals inside of it? And this seems like a super good idea to you?”

“I’m practicing,” Kevin replies.

“So what’s in the closet, Kevin?”

“Get out of my room, Betelgeuse.”

The way Kevin says his name is weird. It doesn’t feel like how it normally feels when a breather says the full thing. He shakes it off, and gives his friend a defiant look, before waving a hand and throwing open the closet door. There’s a cleared spot, in the middle of the closet floor, and a fucking summoning circle in what smells like, “Pig’s blood? Couldn’t get human?” He turns to look at Kevin, who is glaring at him intently. He matches the look.

“Betelgeuse Shoggoth, get out of my room.”

That gets his attention. It feels like an invisible hand is pushing him, and he stumbles back out of the room, confused. “W-what?” Kevin is just standing there, staring at him, and Betelgeuse stares back, eyes wild. “You motherfucker,” he hisses, eyes in snake slits, teeth sharp, claws extended. “You wanna do that “real name” bullshit with me? That the choice you’re makin’ here, Kev?”

Kevin doesn’t even look phased. “I’m working on gaining a bit more control, but looks like that works, for now.”

“You’re cracked!” Betelgeuse growls, absolutely furious. “You’re really tryin’ to summon me? Are you out of your head!?”

“You’re wasting your powers,” Kevin storms forward. “You’re a supernatural being, and you go to school and play your stupid ukulele, and don’t even try to do anything bigger. You could be stepping on everyone under you,” his former friend is going red in the face. “You could be leading, you could be ruling, but you just jerk off in your room and play pretend at being human. But someone might as well profit, here. Why not me?”

“I thought.. I thought we were friends,” is all the demon can say, lamely, and Kevin’s smile is the meanest thing he’s ever seen on a breather. “Once you’re fully listening to me, we can be friends again. Betelgeuse Shoggoth, get out of my house.”

He feels that same invisible pull, and he thinks maybe if he was stronger he could resist it, but a demon’s true name is like a lead on a dog, meant to control them, and unfortunately, Kevin has a tight hand on his leash. He makes it to the front door, and stumbles out, covering his face until he can calm himself enough to reapply his glamour.

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Storybook Days

(Chapter 1)

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It’s Summer in Auradon, and Audrey is tasked with babysitting the VK kids while the others are busy. Not sure what to do with them, Audrey agrees to read from a book of stories Dizzy found in the royal library. Except the book is actually enchanted; and now Audrey, Celia, Dizzy and the twins are stuck inside its pages, having to go through each story until they find a way out.

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“Ben, you can’t be serious,”

It wasn’t very Princess-like to whine, but Audrey Rose didn’t care much for being proper at the moment. It was a bright and clear Summer day in Auradon, and the young King had just dropped a last minute bombshell on the heir of Auroria, “what do you mean I have to babysit?”

“I wouldn’t do this unless I had to, Auds.” Ben said, only half-apologetic as he quickly signed off on some papers while trying to kick on his left shoe, “but Evie’s presence at the Royal Picnic has been requested,”

“So what!” Audrey insisted, following Ben across the study as he gathered up his leather jacket and motorcycle helmet, “why not take the little heathens with you to the stupid picnic?”

Ben shot Audrey a warning look as she lifted her hands and scoffed, “sorry. I just mean they are troublesome and annoying, and I don’t want to babysit,”

“Audrey, you know I’d love for them to come, and for us not to be having this conversation. But four VKids running around with a bunch of stuffy dignitaries is a disaster waiting to happen. This Picnic is really important,”

“But why can’t Uma do it? Or your parents?”

“Because Uma, Harry and Gil are on the isle this weekend doing outreach, and mom and dad will be at the picnic,”

“Ugh, but Ben...”

“Audrey,” placing both hands firmly on the girls shoulders, the boy shot her a dazzling, Kingly grin, “remember what you said to me after Barrier Day? About wanting to make amends?”

“Yes,” Audrey grumbled, “I’m the one who said it,”

“This is a perfect opportunity. It’s just one afternoon, till tomorrow, and Mal and Evie would certainly appreciate it,”

“But the VKids hate me, Ben,” Audrey insisted again as the King walked from the office with a pink Princess in tow, “Celia put chili powder on the rim of my teacup the other day. I could’ve died,”

“It was a harmless little prank, Audrey,” Ben chuckled, swiveling around on a heel to cup Audrey’s cheek in his hand, “you’ll be fine. I have full faith that you can watch them for a night.” He reassured her, “please Audrey? For me?”

Giving the girl his best beastly pout, Audrey folded her arms tightly against her chest.

“Fine. But you’ll bring something back for me, right?” Audrey asked, admitting defeat with a deep sigh and an eye roll, “a piece of cake or...”

“Something sweet for my favorite Princess.” Ben agreed, hurriedly kissing the back of Audrey’s knuckles with a smile, “you’ll do great, I just know it. Evie left some instructions on the fridge, and you have us all on speed dial. Now I have to go or I’ll be late,”

Leaving the Princess at the top of the steps, she watched Ben mount up his motorbike and speed off with an army of staff behind him. This left the castle unusually quiet, and Audrey placed both hands on her hips as she exhaled deeply.

“Babysitting duty,” She scoffed under her breath, tipping her head to rub the place between her eyes, “what a world this is.”

Once upon a time, Audrey would’ve been invited to the Royal Picnic. Naturally though, after her little stint with Maleficent’s Scepter, things had been a bit rocky with the other royal families in Auradon. She was shielded from the gossip by spending the Summer in Beast’s Castle, while her Mum, Dad and Grammy patched things up in Auroria with broad, fantastic strokes. But she still caught wind of the whispers going around. None of them pleasant.

Turning and walking back into the castle, Audrey closed the door with a shallow BANG, and rattling echo. She walked towards the kitchen, still trying to soothe the headache she already felt coming on. Of all the people in the Castle, Audrey was the favorite target for devilish pranks. The VKids were little brats, running around like they owned the place and being spoiled rotten by Evie. And though Dizzy could be sweet on her own, she was Celia’s right hand minion when push came to shove.

Grumbling nonsense under her breath, Audrey swept by the island towards the fridge. Here, a scrawled note in Evie’s hand lay stuck under a magnet. It wasn’t just instructions; it was an entire schedule of things to do.

“These kids live better then I do,” Audrey mumbled, raising an eyebrow at some of the items Evie had listed.

Bake Cookies

Croquet on the Lawn

Movie Marathon

Run Baths

Bedtime Story

“Bedtime story?” Audrey mumbled with a scoff, “you’ve got to be kiddi-EEK!”

Audrey leapt up with a shriek as something cold was dropped down the back of her dress. Shaking herself hard to dislodge the ice cube from lace and satin, Audrey groaned in frustration as she whipped around. Celia and Dizzy were on the floor, holding their tummies as they laughed. The Twins were peeking in through the doorway, not laughing but staring at her like she’d take their heads off.

“You little brats!” Audrey hissed, “get off the floor. Front and center,”

“We don’t take orders from you, old hag.” Celia cackled, rolling over onto her stomach, “why aren’t you at the Picnic? Didn’t get invited?”

“As a matter a fact I didn’t,” Audrey seethed through her teeth, “so now, I’m stuck here watching you four,”

“Awe what!” Celia complained, finally getting back to her feet and brushing off her skirt, “but Evie had a big day planned.”

“Yeah well, Evie’s not here,” Audrey hissed, holding up the list in her hand and waving it around, “and I’m not interested in catering to your every desire. So you can just forget about that,”

“You’re kinda mean,” Dizzy complained.

“You just put an ice cube down my dress, scared me out of my skin, and now you expect me to play nice? I don’t think so,” Audrey hissed, tearing up the list in her hands and tossing it on the counter. Turning to the twins, she pointed at them, “you two, in here with me. We’re gonna have a chat,”

Hesitantly, the blondes scuttled in. Four VKids now faced off with a very peevish Princess, the girl placing both hands on her hips with an animalistic huff, “alright, twerps. Here’s how this is gonna go. I don’t really care what you do. Go hide in your rooms, watch TV all day, play with swords in the armory, whatever. Just leave me out of it unless someone’s dying,”

“What will you be doing?” Celia asked, “plotting to curse Ben and Mal’s first child?”

Both Ceila and Dizzy sniggered behind their hands as Audrey clenched a fist tightly.

“I really hate children,” she managed under her breath, folding her hands together as though in prayer, “listen, I don’t like you, and you don’t like me. I get that, and I’m really quite reasonable. So just stay away from me, and you can do whatever you want. Kapeesh?”

Four pairs of eyes blinked up at her in confusion as Audrey rolled her eyes and translated, “do you understand?”

“Yeah, we understand,” Celia nodded, glancing at her companions before pinning Audrey with a hard stare, “but we want waffles for dinner.”

“Deal.”

“And we want to watch an R rated movie!” Dizzy added as Audrey lifted a brow but shrugged. If it kept the little monsters away from her, it was worth the risk.

“Fine. Anything else? You two?”

Glancing at the twins, the blondes shook their heads quickly as Audrey clapped her hands together and sighed in relief.

“Great. I’ll be out by the pool enjoying what’s left of today. You stay in here and do whatever, and we’ll be peachy. Kay?”

Nodding in agreement, Audrey turned and walked from the kitchen. Changing into her favorite bikini and hat, the Princess found her way to the pool a little while later. Not trusting the water — lest Celia put dye in it that would make her skin turn blue — Audrey found a comfortable spot on a lawn chair and dropped the sunglasses down over her eyes. For a while, the world was peaceful. But Audrey should’ve known better then to trust the VKids word on anything.

While she slept, Celia managed to drop a scorpion on her from the upper balcony. Where she had even gotten such a thing, Audrey wasn’t sure. But it pinched her fair skin a few times before she was able to knock it away, causing horrible red welts to form. Upon running inside, she slipped and fell on oil that had been lift on the marble and slammed back first into a suit of armor. There was laughter above her on the stairway, but Audrey was to busy rubbing the long cut which she now had on her forehead from the fall to notice.

It was an afternoon of one vicious prank after another. From simply stealing her clothes while she was showering, to locking her in a broom closet which they had somehow tricked her into, it was constant pain and torment. Her own little hell on earth. By the time dusk was falling, Audrey was exhausted and in pain. Her head ached from a possible concussion, and her stomach burned with the scorpion stings. Her mouth tasted a bit like ash from the Alo-Vera gel Dizzy managed to spread on her sandwich while she wasn’t looking. And she just wanted to close her eyes and sleep.

Thankfully, after putting the movie on and shoving plates piled with waffles into the kids hands, the terrible two had shut up. The film was long over now, and Audrey assumed the four had made their way to bed. She herself was trying and failing to sleep when the slow open of her door made her heart still. Not another prank. She couldn’t handle any more today.

“...Audrey?” Dizzy whispered. Ignoring the girl in hopes she’d simply go away, Audrey winced as her shoulder was gently tapped, “Audrey, are you awake?”

“...I am now,” the Princess groaned, rolling over to face the VKid. Dizzy was haloed in the hall light, but Audrey could see the tears streaming down her face and what appeared to be a book in her arms. Sitting up slightly, Audrey’s brows furrowed, “hey, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t sleep,” Dizzy croaked, “I had a nightmare,”

“A nightm-” pausing, Audrey sighed and nodded, “from the movie I bet.”

“It was really scary,” Dizzy whimpered.

“Ok. And what would you like me to do?” Audrey asked, not entirely sure how to proceed. After all, when she was young and couldn’t sleep, she never went to mum or Grammy. They just sent her back to her room with a sleepy grunt and a ‘go back to sleep, Audrey’, and that was it. Comforting a scared child wasn’t something she did, let alone something she ever had experience with.

“Can you read me a story?” Dizzy asked, “I found a book in the library.”

Glancing at the clock, it was only about midnight as Audrey rubbed her face tiredly and nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, fine. Go turn on the light,”

“Is it ok if the twins listen, to?” Dizzy asked, crossing the room to the light as Audrey sat up.

“You aren’t planning on waking them just to hear a story, are you?”

“No, they’re already here.”

At being mentioned, two blonde heads in night caps glanced around the doorway.

“Ah, I see,” Audrey rasped, “well come on then. Might as well read to everyone,”

At the invitation, two short bullets zipped like mice across the carpet and landed on the mattress with a PHOOPH. Dizzy followed after, climbing to sit next to Audrey on her right side as she handed over the book.

“Where did you even find this thing,” Audrey asked, blowing dust from the beautiful embossed cover, “it’s ancient,”

“I dunno. It was on one of the bottom shelves,” Dizzy shrugged, “so what’s it about?”

“A book of fairytales,” Audrey told her, reading the inscription on the first page, “this book, bequeathed to Beast and Belle on their wedding day. May it find you well.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Glancing up at the new voice, Celia leaned in the doorway. Though she appeared casual and unbothered, Audrey could see the dark circles under her eyes, meaning the movie probably got to her as well, despite her facade of bravado.

“It was a wedding gift,” Audrey told her, “come to hear the story?”

“I thought you weren’t interested in that kind of thing,” Celia grumbled, though she made her way towards the bed anyway and crawled up to sit on Audrey’s other side. The twins laid across her legs, blinking up at her with sapphire colored irises.

“Well, one small story won’t hurt. Despite all the torture you put me through today.”

Celia said nothing to this as Audrey turned back to the book, flipping the page to the first story: Little Red Riding Hood.

“Once upon a time,” Audrey began, “in a wood not unlike this one, a little girl in a red cloak was making her way to her grandmothers house...”

#disney descendants #descendants #descendants fanfiction #audrey rose #celia facilier #dizzy tremaine #smee twins #fairy tales #storybook

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GBTY 1 - Nothing Against You

Book Cover by: @talesmaniac89

Description: Amaya Campos and Dean Winchester had a playful rivalry. what happens when Dean is no longer her Dean. Will this change make one of them realize what they really desire, or will they continue to keep secrets?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Amaya Campos (Original Female Character) , AU Dean Winchester x AU Amaya Campos

Warnings: Language, Violence, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Word for Chapter: 5704

Beta: @superfanficnatural

A/N: Special thanks to - @crashdevlin @atc74 @smol-and-grumpy @winchest09 @waywardbeanie @deanwanddamons @malfoysqueen14 @emoryhemsworth @janicho88 @jensengirl83 @whatareyousearchingfordean @katehuntington @anathewierdo and to all my friends who listen to me ramble about my writing. your words of encouragement mean the world to me! Without you I don’t think I could have found the courage to come back and share what I love most to do, WRITE.

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The rumble of the black ‘67 Chevy Impala echoed in the alleyway as it came to a soft stop, the driver turning off the ignition and looking to his brother beside him.

"You said she was coming, right?" the driver said as his brother placed the bookmark in the book he was reading.

"For the millionth time," his voice dripped with annoyance, "yes, Dean, I called Amaya, and she said she would meet us here."

"Sam," Dean ran his hand across his face. "Look, she is a great hunter. You know it, I know it. But, she got injured in her last hunt. So I'm sorry if I'm a little apprehensive about whether she’ll be --"

The loud bang against the Impala's roof made the brothers jump as a soft chuckle filled their ears. They could see Amaya Campos through the window on the driver’s side, laughing. Dean swallowed the lump in his throat. He tried not to get distracted by how beautiful she looked when she smiled. Closing his eyes, Dean flared his nostrils and clenched his jaw.

"You know what, Campos," Dean barked as he threw open the driver's side door and climbed out. "You are a real pain in the ass."

"Yeah, I know," she shrugged and punched his shoulder. "But you know I'm the best."

"If it weren't for that fact, you would have been dead by now," Dean grumbled as he made his way to the trunk.

"How you doin’, Amaya?" Sam asked as he gave her a gentle hug.

"I bounce back, Sasquatch," she gave them a bright smile. "So, a coven of witches is in there," she pointed at the warehouse then crossed her arms.

"Yeah," Sam sighed, "but get this. These witches have been gathering ingredients for a big spell." Sam pulled out his notes as he showed them to Amaya, "They killed specific victims and took certain body parts from them."

"Well, that's just wrong… and creepy," Amaya shuddered.

"Something we agree on," Dean cocked his gun as he checked to make sure it was working. "I wish there was an easier way to get rid of these hags all at once."

"You and me both, Short Stack," Amaya breathed. She grabbed a few Witch-killing bullets and loaded the clip into her pistol.

"I'm taller than you, Campos." Dean pulled up close to her, his form towering over hers.

"I'm using Sasquatch as a reference," she gave him a sly smile before letting her fingers dance along his chest. "Wanna make this interesting?"

"What, like the ghoul hunt last month?" he raised an eyebrow at her before letting his eyes roam over her body.

Her Ramones crop top and leather jacket was accentuating her chest, her cleavage leaving Dean imagining dirty things he could do between her breasts. He continued to let his eyes roam over Amaya's figure; her bootleg jeans hugged her hips in the right place. He bit the inside of his cheek, Dean's way to hold back from reaching out and placing his hand on the curve of her hip. His eyes continued to move up to her hair in a neat ponytail. He could always see himself pulling on the elastic to let the tendrils fall, his fingers running through her brown and purple highlighted hair. Shaking out of his thoughts, he looked into her eyes, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.

"Come on, Winchester," she moved her hand around to the back of his neck. Her fingers began to play with the small hairs at the nape of it, "If you can last five minutes without a witch blasting you away," Amaya's fingers ghosted over his cheek while staring into his green eyes, "I can make it worth your while."

"Whatever you're trying to sell me, sweetheart," he licked his lips. It was his way of controlling himself. He could not fall into the trap he knew she was trying to set, "I ain't buying."

"Come on," she cooed, "what's one little harmless bet?"

"Last time we had a--" Dean lifted his hands as he pushed back away from her, making air quotes, "' Harmless bet ' I had to drive the Impala in my underwear while listening to Taylor Swift." He shuddered at the memory of Sam recording the evidence to send to Amaya.

"Admit it," she chuckled, "you enjoyed it."

"You wish," he shot back.

"Guys," Sam sighed. "Can you guys please, just make a bet. Hell, I'll mediate. If Amaya wins, Dean has to--" he paused to think.

"Give up pie for a month," she crossed her arms, smiling.

"You bitch!" Dean growled. "There is no way I'm giving up pie. You win, I'll kiss you for two minutes," he gave an inward groan as the words came out.

"Two minutes of making out with Dean Winchester?"

Dean watched as she popped out her hip and placed her hand on it. He could tell she was thinking about it.

"I'm not thrilled about it either, but it's all I could come up with, outside of humiliating myself farther," he grumbled.

"I was gonna say you could dance to the Macarena while wearing women's underwear," Sam shrugged.

Dean watched as Amaya's eyes lit up and he gave Sam his best bitch face, "Asshole."

"I like Sam's idea better. Not just the Macarena in women's underwear, but I want a live performance!" She smiled, “You need to sing the song too!”

"We're wasting time," Dean said, rolling his eyes as he looked between Sam and Amaya. "Fine. You got a deal. But if I win--" he licked his lips, "you are going to give me a very nice strip show in the Bunker to the song of my choice."

"Bueno, que quieres? (Well, what do you want?) All nude reviews or bare minimum?" she asked as she gave him a casual shrug.

"All nude with a very nice view of the sweet stuff," he said, smiling. "Quiero ver a to-do tu que-ehr-po," ( I want to see all of your body.) Dean smirked, hoping he got the wording right for his Spanish.

"Spanish is getting better, perv," she muttered. "Fine. But you are only looking, not touching!"

"Fine with me, sweetheart," Dean held out his hand for her to shake.

But she did something unexpected. Grabbing Dean by the lapels of his leather jacket, she pulled him in for a short kiss on his lips.

Pulling back, she smiled, "Sellado con un beso (Sealed with a kiss). No backing out now Winchester. The challenge, you can't go fifteen minutes without getting blasted by a witch spell."

"You're on," he squeaked before clearing his throat and making his way inside.

Sam cocked his gun before looking at his best friend, "You love making him squirm."

"It's only ever going to be fun and games, Sam," she put on her bravest smile. "Nothing can ever come from two hunters in this world being together. Happy ever after doesn't exist."

Sam sighed as he watched his friend and brother head inside. He knew they were ridiculous, but there was nothing he could do except let them be idiots together. As the group filtered through the warehouse, Sam could hear the faint sound of chanting.

An eerie lavender glow came from an open door along a dark corridor. Sam crept towards it, self flush against the wall as he peered inside.

At the same time, in another universe, a group of men dressed in black surrounded the warehouse, each one with a radio and a body cam hooked up to them. They all waited for a signal from their leader to storm inside and take down their targets.

"It's too quiet in there," one of them whispered.

"Yeah, but we have to follow protocol," the second one answered.

"Squad leaders, move in," a gruff voice called over the walkie talkie.

The warehouse had filled with the sounds of feet stomping the pavement. The women found themselves surrounded — weapons aimed at them. One of them strolled forward, her cackle bouncing off the walls and filling the warehouse with its shrill sound.

"The Men of Letters can't stop us," she proclaimed. "The spell is in motion. It has begun!"

"Fire!"

The command came from above as the warehouse filled with the sounds of gunfire, figures dressed in black emptying their clips. The witches all dropped one by one, save for one, who cowered on the ground behind the cauldron. When the firing calmed down, the mysterious soldiers in black all pointed their guns at her, waiting for her to make a move as she bled through her wound. As the silence began to fill the air, the faint sounds of high heels and heavy footsteps echoed around them as the men all moved aside for two figures dressed in suit’s approaching closer to their target.

One of the figures was a woman, about 5’4 with long brown hair that flowed down her back. She wore a navy blue pencil skirt with a button up quarter sleeve white shirt that went well with her four-inch black stilettos. The other figure was a man, 6’1 in height, wearing a navy blue three piece tailored suit, his brown hair perfectly combed back in a short cut. Both figures stood side by side as they surveyed their surroundings.

"Is this her?" the female spoke.

"Yes, ma'am," came the reply as the woman made her way closer.

She stood in front of the Witch and took her chin in her hands.

"Excellente. Bind her and take her to the prison, we'll question her there. Whatever they did, we need to find a way to reverse it." She looked over at the green-eyed man who followed closely behind her, "Que esperen y muévanse!" (What are you waiting for and move!)

"We will," he said, looking over the papers before signing his name to the documents. "I believe Grandpa Henry will be happy with what we've done. We do make a great team, Amaya."

"I wouldn't be marrying you if we didn't, Winchester," she smiled before making her way to him.

"We've been tracking them for a long time," the man sighed as the Witch had a black cover placed on her head. He watched as one of the men dragged her off, "I'm worried about the repercussions to their spell. I mean, according to Sam, they were working on something that could be transdimensional."

"Then all the more reason to get back to headquarters and interrogate her," she said, placing her hand on the man's cheek. "Dean, everything will be fine. Vas a ver. We've been doing this for years, and we have almost eradicated this world of monsters."

"I know but," he said as he leaned into her touch, "what if they bring something over here to throw the balance off?"

"Then we will deal with it," she reassured him. "Together, as we've always done things, mi amor. (My love)"

The Witch smiled under the hood over her head. Everything was working according to the plan. It was all a matter of time for the other world to align and cast their spell.

Meanwhile, in the slick black restored ‘67 Chevy Impala, Dean looked over at his fiancee. He couldn't help shake the pit he felt in his stomach. Following behind the black van, Dean pulled up into the garage of the compound.

Before exiting the car, he turned to Amaya, "Are we sure this witch is going to talk?" he reached over, caressing her cheek.

Leaning into his touch, Amaya took in a slow deep breath, "We can only hope that she does. The only one who can really make her talk is you, Dean. Yo sé que no te gusta, pero, (I know you don't like it, but,) it's your specialty."

"Yeah," Dean rubbed his eyes, "I know. Mientras que me ayuda a proteger a mi Familia y el Mundo, (As long as it helps me protect my family and the world) I'll keep doing it."

"I love it when you speak Spanish, mi amor," she leaned over towards him and pressed her lips gingerly against his. "I will be in the other room, observing if you need back up."

"Amaya," Dean kissed her forehead, "you know I hate it when you watch."

"Don't get performance anxiety on me now, Winchester," she teased. "I mean, you look hot when you get all dom on them."

Dean let out a low growl before pulling her in for a deep kiss, his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth as she moaned. Her hands found their way around his neck, fingers playing with the short hairs that she could find. Amaya shifted her position to press her body against his, her legs straddling him as they made out on the bench seat of his hunter car. The Impala was always good for making out after a hunt well done. Dean smirked against her lips as his hands found their way under her blouse; her soft skin sending a shiver down his spine. He loved touching her, kissing her, tasting her. The two lovers were engrossed in their feelings, too lost in their touches, they never noticed the person stalking towards their car. With a devilish smirk, they lifted their hand and slammed it on the roof of the Impala, making the lovers jump.

"That is very unprofessional of you two."

Sam Winchester smiled at the lovers as they both flipped him off. Letting them exit the car, he watched as his brother Dean adjusted his tie and smoothed out his hair.

"Is the witch ready for interrogation?" he helped Amaya out after she fixed up her appearance.

"Yes," Sam said, still smiling, "she's in your favorite room."

"Good," Dean linked his arm with Amaya's, "I say, after I’m done, we head on over to Albert's and celebrate with a nice meal."

Dean led her towards the dungeon where the interrogation would take place.

"Sounds good, baby," Amaya kissed his cheek as she helped him remove his blazer before lifting the sleeves of his dress shirt, "give her hell."

"I always do, sweetheart," he said, giving her a wink before entering the room and closing the door behind him.

Back across the universe, to one where the Men of Letters is all but dead, Sam Winchester watched as his brother and Amaya began to signal to each other. The witches all gathered as, what looked like, the leader started chanting.

"Vocamus, antiqui potestates, audire nostrum dicere, sentire nostra potestate. Per tempus et spatium, sit animarum artem. Sicut anima est, luxatis sit pati in solatium, ut desiderium pro amore et carnem esse eius ruinam." (We call upon the ancient powers, to hear our call, feel our power. Across time and space, let the souls switch. As the soul is displaced, let it suffer in solace as the longing for love and flesh be its downfall.) There was a crash of thunder and a flash of lightning. All the while, the witches began throwing the ingredients into the cauldron.

"Sam, Now!" Dean bellowed as all three began shooting at the witches. Both Sam and Amaya found themselves back to back as they aimed at the ones running. Dean decided to make a beeline for the leader and had reached her when she gave him a devilish smile.

"It is done, my followers cast the spell, and there is nothing you can do," she cackled.

"What did you do?" he demanded as he aimed the gun at her as she smiled.

"You'll see," she teased and raised her hand and thrust it forward. She used her power to send Dean back, crashing against some empty crates.

His body crumbled to the ground while Sam and Amaya screamed his name. A shot rang out, and the Witch's body fell with a thud.

With a groan, Dean opened his eyes and sighed, "Did we get her?"

"Yeah," Sam chuckled as he helped his brother up, "but you lost the bet."

"What?" Dean cried and looked at his brother with disbelief. "No, I didn't!"

"Yes, you did! I had my timer on, and you had two minutes left," Amaya boasted with a bright smile. "We'll talk later. You're bleeding, and we need to make sure you don't need stitches."

Dean hissed as Amaya brushed her fingers along the cut on his head; he could feel his heart pounding in his chest at her touch. Dean could see the concern in her eyes as she looked for any more wounds; he never wanted to see that look again. He wished he could protect her from all this: protect her from himself. He made a small note to push her away once he was all healed. But then, she did something that made him change his mind. It was subtle, but the way she cared for him, it made him rethink how he should keep his distance from her.

"Okay, Romeo," she murmured after cleaning up his wound. "You'll be flirting with barmaids in no time."

"I guess I'll have to learn the Macarena then, huh?" he sighed.

"I'll give you a few days to recover before I collect," she said as they made their way back outside and towards their vehicles. "I gotta jet," she used her thumb to point to her bike, "need to get some stuff done."

"You know," Dean cleared his throat, "you can-- you can come live with us-- in the Bunker," he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Did the witch curse you with something?" Amaya wondered and raised an eyebrow at him. "I mean, we're friends but--"

"Look, we have a friendly competition," Dean grumbled. "Besides, it makes it easier to collect on a debt when you're close by."

Amaya bit her lip as she looked from Dean to Sam. She always found an excuse not to stay with them in the Bunker, ever since Sam first suggested it. It was easy to reject the offer when Dean would argue that he and Sam could no longer call it a bachelor pad if she moved in.

"Come on, Amaya," Sam's voice broke her out of her thoughts. "It would be better than being out on your own, and you always have a bed to sleep in."

"I--" Amaya hesitated as she decided to find the ground fascinating.

"Either you're coming or not," Dean growled. "We don't have time to argue about this when we have to figure out what those witches did."

"Fine," she breathed. "But I swear Winchester," she walked up to him and poked him in his chest. "One wrong move, one smelly sock or underwear in my room. I catch you playing Peeping Tom, and I am out of there so fast after laying your ass out you won't know what hit you."

Dean raised his hands in the air as he used his finger to draw a cross over his heart, "Cross my heart. I will be on my best behavior."

"Yeah, yeah," she sighed, "I'll follow you on my bike."

Dean watched as she made her way towards the gleaming black motorcycle and waited for him to start driving. Dean couldn't help but glance now and then at the rearview mirror. He had to make sure the bike was still behind them. He could never shake the feeling that something would happen to Amaya if she stayed near him for long. Even with their friendly banter, Dean had known her since they were kids. And when they started hooking up, much to Sam’s dismay, he couldn’t help but feel he had cursed her in some way. The last thing he needed was for Amaya to end up like every woman in his life, gone, broken, and/or dead.

"You know you could just actually tell her you like her," Sam sighed as he read through his book, using his phone as a flashlight.

Dean let out a scoff, "What? I don't like Amaya like that. She's -- she's just a very good hunter who I consider a friend and is nice to look at."

"Yeah," Sam scoffed as he shook his head, "you keep telling yourself that, Dean."

"I'm not kidding Sam," Dean denied, glancing at his brother. "You know how this story ends. Jo, Lisa… they both ended in tragedy, and one of those was an experienced hunter."

"Dean," Sam shook his head, "what if it's different? I mean, Amaya is not Jo. Jo lived a sheltered life away from actually hunting. Yeah, she knew about it, but she didn't become a hunter until she met us."

"Yeah. And I don't want Amaya to meet the same fate," Dean huffed. "It's better this way, Sam. We don't get happy endings."

"Dean," Sam rubbed his eyes, "I know you guys have gotten together more than once."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Dean shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he made the turn towards the Bunker.

"You guys are not quiet," Sam pointed out. "You both are being stupid, and keeping each other at arm's length is only going to get messy. You guys think you're going to keep each other safe, but you aren't. And you are only going to hurt each other, or worse."

"What could be worse?" Dean asked as he pulled the Impala into the garage just as Amaya's bike pulled in behind them.

"One of you gets seriously injured protecting the other," Sam breathed. "You know it's true, Dean. You guys are so alike and…" Sam looked back as he watched Amaya grabbing what little she had on her. "The last hunt, where she got hurt… can you imagine if we were with her?"

Dean stayed silent as he tried to imagine the scene. Sam was right, Amaya wouldn't have gotten injured. He was sure that he would have jumped in and taken the hit for her. Or at least taken out the monster without any casualties. But Dean shook the thought out of his head.

"All the more reason for me to keep my distance," Dean argued.

Sam let out a frustrated groan as his brother got out of the car. He looked over at Amaya just as Dean caught up with her and was glad that she decided to stay with them. He only hoped that it would be a good thing and they wouldn't hurt each other in the process.

Amaya watched as Dean paced in front of the Witch. The Witch's body hung in the middle of the room, her arms above her head as she dangled like a piece of meat in a butcher's shop. The double-sided mirror was the only thing separating her from him. She walked over to the mirror and pressed the button, indicating that the microphone was on, Amaya needed to hear what was going on. If she listened in, there was a chance that she could help read between the lines. Witches, like demons, always found a way to lie.

"What does the spell do?" Dean asked as he walked by the weapons table.

Amaya watched as his fingers ghosted over the various knives and tongs. She could see his fingers linger over his favorite weapon. It was a double-edged Turkish knife that had a serrated edge on one side and a smooth blade on the other.

"There is still one component left," the witch sneered.

Dean moved his way towards her, letting the blade drag along her exposed skin, the blood dripping down to the floor as the Witch laughed.

"You can torture me all you want son of man," she growled as she took in a deep breath before breaking the chains.

Amaya tried to rush towards the door, only to freeze in place as the room filled with the sound of evil laughter.

"Foolish mortals," the voice boomed.

The Witch was now floating a few feet above Dean. Her eyes were glowing lavender.

"Don't take this the wrong way," she floated towards him and grabbed his chin. "Your counterpart in a different world brought this upon himself. You're collateral damage."

Dean tried to move, but he found himself frozen in place. He took in a sharp breath as the Witch placed a finger on his forehead and whispered an incantation. He watched as a life that wasn't his flash before his eyes. He saw a different life than what he lived, watched as he saw pain and suffering and a life without Amaya.

"No," he growled, "you are not going to do this to me." He tried to break free but found that he couldn't, "Who are you?"

"Your worst nightmare," she boasted with a smile as she let out a shock wave of power. "It is nothing against you, well this version of you, Dean. This version of you is more mature. But, you decided to mess with the daughters of Hecate."

Dean's eyes widened at the name. They were not dealing with ordinary witches any more; they now pissed off the goddess of witches. His gaze shifted to the double-sided mirror, hoping that Amaya was safe before hearing a small laugh.

"Your little slut is fine," she assured him and gave him a pat on his cheek. "But I'm going to give you a few days before I rip you from her. Enjoy your time."

Before Dean could ask what she meant, the dungeon shook, the lights flickered, and everything went black. After a few moments, Dean gasped as he shot up, hissing in pain as he reached up to touch his head, flinching when he felt the familiar sticky feeling of blood. Looking around, Dean coughed, the pain in his chest radiating. He took a closer look at the damage; the double-sided glass had shattered when Hecate escaped. The Bunker filled with red lighting as the alarm was ringing around him and he could make out the faint yells of the other hunters stationed there, all on high alert.

"Amaya," Dean breathed as he made his way to the window.

The room was in bad shape; the roof had caved in. The destruction of the dungeon kicked in Dean's protective mode as he tried to look around for any signs of Amaya. He ignored the searing pain that was pulsing through his body as he filtered through the debris.

"Amaya?" Dean called out as he began to move the rubble. "Sweetheart, Donde estas? Amaya responde por favor!!" he called out.

"Dean?!" Sam's voice called through the door.

"Sam?" Dean croaked. "Sam, I can't find Amaya."

"Just hold on," Sam said.

He could hear orders echoing in the hall as he continued to look for Amaya.

"Dean!" a female voice called out.

Dean froze at the sound of Amaya's voice.

"Amaya? Where are you, sweetheart?" he said as he looked around.

"Over here," Her voice was firm. "Maldita madre de la gran puta. Cuando encuentre esa bruja la voy a matar!" (Damn mother of the big whore. When I find that Witch, I will kill her!)

He smiled at her outburst and sighed when he could see movement coming from one of the corners of the room. Dean rushed over, forgetting the pain that radiated from his wounds. He moved the debris, thankful that it seemed to only cover her without crushing her, helping her up and carrying her over to where Sam and his men had cleared out a path.

"What the fuck happened?" Sam asked as he looked at the damage then his brother's wound.

"Hecate," Dean said and winced when he felt Amaya's fingers assessing the damage, “she made an appearance.”

"How did we miss that?" Sam wondered as he looked at the damage in the dungeon room before turning to his brother.

"She was inside one of the witches," Dean sighed. "I guess they invoked her before we got there."

"How do we explain this?" Sam asked.

"As with any other hunt that can and will go wrong," a voice came from down the hall.

Walking towards them was Henry Winchester. His salt and pepper hair short and neat, his face clean of any facial hair. His green eyes surveyed the scene before landing on his grandsons.

"Grandpa Henry," Sam acknowledged as he stood at attention.

Dean took that moment to show respect to their grandfather. He mimicked his brother's stance; back straight, shoulders squared, hands at his sides. Both brothers observed as the Patriarch of the Winchester family assessed the damage.

“Boys,” he said and offered them a small smirk, “it seems the witches have decided to stir up trouble.”

Amaya looked around the Bunker. She had only heard the stories from the boys themselves a few times. Looking around the garage, she took in all the classic cars. Amaya held in her excitement; she couldn't wait to get her hands greasy from looking through the engines. As Amaya took in more of the garage, she made a note to look at the bikes and make sure they were in top condition. Parking her bike in an empty spot, she grabbed her things from the saddlebag and waited for the boys to approach her.

"So this is your man cave?" she asked and looked over at Dean.

Dean scoffed, "This is just the garage, sweetheart." He took her hand in his, ignoring the jolt of electricity that coursed through his veins, "The man cave needs a… private tour," he gave her a wink.

Amaya gave a small smirk before pressing her body up against Dean, "Does that include a private show of your Macarena performance, Gringo?" her breath was right on his ear.

"Okay," Dean groaned as he placed his hand on her shoulders and pushed her away from him, "one, I still need to recover," he gave her a devilish smirk before wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her body flush with his, "B, if you want a private show," he caressed her cheek, "I'm in room eleven."

Amaya tilted her head at him, "Oh? Me vas enseñar algo privado?" she let her fingers dance on his chest. Two could play the flirting game. "It's okay," she pulled away from him, "I'm sure I've seen guys who are… bigger." (You going to show me something in private?)

"If you want to see bigger, sweetheart," Dean reached for her again. "I'm not shy."

"I know you're not," Amaya shook her head while pushing at his face playfully. "But, slow your roll cowboy. I'm here as a roommate. I know in the past we've…"

"Danced the mattress mambo," Dean interjected.

"Yeah, among other things," Amaya smiled. "But, let's keep our hands to ourselves."

Dean let her go as she pulled herself back and grabbed her duffle from the floor, watching as she made her way out of the garage and walked down the hallway leading to the main entryway. He couldn’t help but stare at the way her hips swayed when she walked away from him. Shaking out of his thoughts, he decided to follow after her. Grabbing his bag, he traveled down the same path she did before seeing her in the middle of the hallway.

"Come on," he called to her, "this way."

Amaya followed Dean as he made his way to the kitchen. Upon entering, they both found Sam eating dinner.

"What took you two so long?" Sam asked as he took a bite of his salad. "It's been a good thirty minutes since we got here. Everything okay?"

"We're good, Sam," Amaya chuckled. "We were discussing where Dean was going to dance the Macarena."

Dean rolled his eyes as he put his bag down and grabbed a beer from the fridge. His mind wandered to what he and Amaya did in the garage before turning back to his brother and friend.

"Why don't we show Amaya a room and let her get settled?" Dean grumbled and grabbed his bag before motioning for Amaya to follow.

"So my room is here," he announced and pointed to room eleven, "and Sam's room is right there," he pointed to room twenty-one. "So, you can have a pick of any of the other rooms that are empty."

"Looks like Twenty is empty, so I'll take that one," she said with a smile.

Dean nodded as he looked at the room down the hall closer to Sam's. He had hoped that she had picked a room closer to him, but this was for the best. He wouldn't be as tempted to make his way to her room. He watched as Sam led her down the hall, and they disappeared around the corner.

Amaya looked around the room she had picked and smiled, she liked the feeling of finally having her own room. Amaya could decorate it how she wanted and listen to her music. All the while, she never noticed Dean. Never saw how he watched in silence as she settled in. Deep in his thoughts, he had to make sure he could stay away from her. But if they fell into bed again… well, he would figure it out and do what he always did.

Later that night, when the Bunker filled with soft snores, Dean found himself in front of Amaya's door. Opening the door to her room, Dean felt his breath catch in his throat. Amaya laid sleeping on her bed, blanket almost falling to the floor, her brown hair with purple streaks sprawled on the pillow, some of the strands on her face.

Dean walked in and sighed. She looked beautiful and he had to make sure he could protect her. Taking the fallen comforter, he placed it over Amaya, tucking her in. His fingers grazed her skin as he put the stray hairs that were on her face behind her ear, smirking when she leaned into his touch. Dean could feel a pull in his heart. It took all his strength not to lean in and kiss her soft skin. With a sigh, he pulled back and walked out of the room, giving one final look before closing the door, making sure it didn't make a sound. He had to keep his distance, but he knew he had to get her out of his system one more time.

Chapter 2

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