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trashmouth-richie · 6 months

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CHAPTER 2: DOUBLE DOSED

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≛ modern!eddie x female reader x modern! steve

≛ summary: a week after being stranded on the side of the road with eddie and steve, you finally figure out what you’re going to do. Can the boys agree to what you have planned?

≛ THIS CAN BE READ AS A STAND ALONE FIC

≛ chapter warnings: MODERN AU, 18+ only I can’t be anymore clear about that, fuckgirl! reader vibes, Steve’s kind of a dickhead, oral m & f receiving and giving, mentions of birth control, reader gets eaten out by a girl, drug use, mention of alcohol, modern themes including texting, snapchat, iced coffee, crumbl cookie lmao etc, no y/n used, readers nickname is taff or taffy (bruh I hate using y/n catch me using any dumb nickname) Eddie picks reader up in a hug, real simpy Eddie behavior.

“I just don’t know Robin,” you explain, pulling literally at your hair from the root, “what should I do?”

Ever since that day in the back of Wayne’s truck, you hadn’t had a single night of peace. Both Eddie and Steve were blowing up your phone. Begging for your attention. It was flattering at first. Two of Hawkins hottest at your beck and call. Each vying for your undivided, not knowing that they were competing for it.

“Quit squirming,” Robin says in a huff between your legs, her mouth blossomed red and slick with spit, “I’ve been down here for thirty minutes and you aren’t any closer to coming than when I started.”

Her apartment was hot and sticky, the oscillating fan on its last leg, and you were both stripped down to nothing to keep cool on your planned girls day in. A day to forget about the boys stressing you out and for Robin to get away from her annoying ex. And just like how it usually happened with her, you ended up snorting lines and making eachother buzz with orgasms.

“Ugh, sorry,” you say annoyed, leaning up on your elbows to see her pretty face, “I just can’t relax.”

“Tell me about it,” she says around your puffy clit, the tip of her tongue flicking it like a snake.

You had made the boys swear to secrecy that they wouldn’t tell a soul about what had happened. But you didn’t promise anything.

And the moment you had gotten home, you sent a text to Robin explaining every single detail, down to girth and length.

“I think, you should date them both, try em out, what’s the worst thing that could happen?”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, now please shut up, you’re taking forever and I’m bored.”

The next morning you woke with a smile on your lips. Any turmoil left in your mind on your decision had gone with Robin’s idea.

The alarm clock on your bedside table illuminated 9:15AM and before even slipping your toes into some slippers, you sent two text messages to two recipients.

The normal routine of your morning commenced without fail, washing your face, scrubbing your body in the shower, putting on light makeup before making a pot of coffee.

Eddie arrived first, his motorcycle echoed loud off the parking lot as he backed it into a spot against the sidewalk. His dark curls were honeyed by the sun, a bag of Chinese takeout in one arm and a dozen roses in another. The prettiest dimples displayed on his stupid gorgeous face.

“Hey beautiful,” he smirked, wrapping you in a hug and kissing your cheek. He smelled like muted cigarettes and bourbon cologne. The creak of his leather jacket echoed in your ears as he lifted you off the ground into a bone crushing hug, making you squeal.

“Sleep well?”

Before you could answer his smile had faded into a scowl when the door swung open and Steve stood at the threshold. Wielding a pink box of gourmet cookies and two iced coffees, his wire framed Ray Bans pushed into his hair.

“Munson,” he greeted, nodding to his friend in that jock head jerk. Stepping around him, Steve sets the coffees on the counter and gathers you into a hug, kissing your neck and whispering that he had missed you.

His golden retriever vibe of tanned skin and forest colored eyes bore through you when he licked his lips.

You pull away and smile at them. They both look so good but in completely different ways.

Eddie’s tattoos were peeking out from under the tight white shirt he was wearing, as was a silver chain necklace.

You were practically drooling to get your lips on his skin again.

Steve was in light colored shorts and a casual button up, exposing the dusting of chest hair that your fingers ached to be wrapped in. If you had your way you’d take them both right here right now but that’s not what today was about.

“Why are we both here, baby?” Eddie asks, setting the bouquet and the Chinese food on the counter, pushing away the pink box of treats from his competitor.

“It’s obvious.” Steve says with a smirk pulling on his lips, “she’s gonna let you down easy and go out with me.”

“Always so cocky,” you tsk, trying not to look at the way his shorts are cinched at the zipper.

You look between them, big doe whiskey colored eyes stare at you in longing, while the mossy floor ones squinted with a smirk.

“We need to talk, and rather me having this conversation twice- I figured we are grown ass adults and can talk about what happened.”

Eddie nods and crosses his arms, leaning forward to not miss anything you were about to say. Meanwhile Steve leaned a hip into the wall, checking his phone.

“Before I stroke your egos, you both know you’re hot, so I’m not going to tell you how fucking great that day was.”

“fuck yeah it was,” Steve chimed in, adjusting his length in his shorts.

Eddie blushed a pretty salmon and shot you a wink.

“But— I’m not choosing between the two of you, I can’t, ask Robin, I about gave her a brain aneurysm yesterday trying to figure it out.”

You were the one on the verge of an aneurysm when you came allover her lips but that’s another story.

“So, we’re gonna do this with no strings, no feelings, just friends hooking up and playing around. Cool?”

Eddie’s eyes fall to the tops of his boots.

“So let me get this straight,” Steve gaped, eyebrows pulled in, “you’re going to go out with the two of us... at the same time?”

“Yeah, kinda what you do with every hussy in town Harrington.”

Steve’s gears are grinding but Eddie hasn’t said a word.

“What the fuck Taff?” Steve huffs in annoyance.

you banter back talking to him like he’s a child, “what’s the matter Harrington, don’t like sharing?”

“Rich boys are used to having their way.” Eddie gloats.

“Oh fuck off,” he pours, “what about sex? Or is this like a PG thing, eating pizza at Chucke fuckin’ Cheese?”

You cross your arms, and lick your lips, “oh we’ll be fucking, but not until you’re clean, both of you.”

Eddie’s eyes finally perk up, he hasn’t been with anyone since last year and he was checked three months ago.

“Oh come on!” Steve whines, “MaKenna is a virgin, and Blair and Nicole have only blown Tommy since being with me— no need to fuck anyone else catch my drift?”

“Sorry Harrington, I’m not risking catching anything and giving it to Eddie because you fundipped your way across campus. Show me you’re clean and it’s game on.”

He pouts, “Jesus Christ… I’ll even wear a condom, c’mon.. I swear I’m clean.”

“What the fuck is this 1990? I have an IUD, just get clean and we can do whatever you want.”

Eddie feels like he has the upper hand for the first time since arriving at your apartment, “W-when does this start, sweetheart?”

“Right now,” you shrug, “ I know you had to take off work today so I’m yours, see ya tomorrow Stevie.”

“Such bullshit.”

“Don’t worry buddy, I’ll take care of her while you’re off swabbing your pee hole,” Eddie says with a wave to his friend, cockiness in his stance.

“Be nice, boys.”

You don’t expect what happens next but Steve grabbed your wrist and twisted you into him, kissing you square on the mouth just as firm as he did in the bed of Wayne’s truck. Rough and giving no grace he leaves you spinning even after he’s left.

“Text me if you get bored with this one,” he says, licking his bottom lip to get one more taste of you as he walks through the door, “bye.”

You cross the kitchen to the counter, lips still buzzing from Steve’s kiss. You pull out two forks from the proper drawer and rip some paper towels from the roll.

Pulling out the white cardboard containers of Chinese food from the plastic sack, you plate them with shaky fingers. The fork in your hand slipping every once in a while and clanging loudly into the ceramic plate.

“Hungry?” you ask over your shoulder.

“Starving actually,” Eddie says, “but there’s something I wanna do first.”

You tear open a foil packet of soy sauce between your teeth and squeeze it all over the fried rice, “yeah, and what’s that?”

Not noticing how close he was to you, his hands rest hotly on either of your hips, fingernails grazing the cotton of your shorts.

In a quick spin, you’re suddenly facing him, fork in one hand, soy sauce packet in the other. His eyes are impossibly dark, and a twist of a smirk lays on his pretty lips.

“I wanna kiss you.”

His lips ghost over yours and your tongue reaches for his lips but is met by nothing.

His breath fans across your lips, the sweetest of pouts escapes you, and his adam's apple bobs in his throat, swallowing your annoyance, “not here.”

His fingers tease the waistband of your shorts, cold steel of his rings icing into your skin, dipping into it with a tentative touch.

The zipper of his leather jacket bites into your palms as you pull him closer into you, and just like that day on the side of the road, it felt easy with Eddie.

You share the same bated breath as his fingers plunge deeper and push your underwear out of the way. Between your slick folds he teases at your clit with his middle finger, swallowing the pretty noise you emit.

“Wanna kiss you here,” he said with a thick fingered flick against your clit making you moan through your teeth but lips, “need to taste you, again.”

You moan his name and he helps you wiggle out of your shorts in a hurry. Feeling like you’re possessed at the sight of him dropping to his knees on the cold linoleum of your kitchen floor, like a sinner praying for mercy in a cathedral—you’re practically begging for his tongue where you need it most.

Two weeks ago you and Eddie were just friends, and now he’s pulling the prettiest noises from you that would make the angels sick with worry,

His lips kiss your thighs feverishly in his travels. Dark curls tickling against the spit from his sloppy mouth. Every sensation in your body was screaming, and you cursed out loud when he hooked your leg over his shoulder like a guitar strap.

His eyes didn’t leave yours as he pushed this tongue into your slick, flicking against the hood of your clit, “so fuckin pretty baby, been seeing her in my dream for a week.”

Nerves wrecked already you’re practically a puddle at his simping words, trying like hell to balance on one foot and carving your nails into the underside of the counter. But Eddie’s face could have held you up alone.

He’s buried in your pussy. The happiest of graves. Nose, mouth chin- gone. All you can see of him down the plain of your own body are his curls. But you can feel him everywhere.

Devil's tongue stuffed between your legs, thrashing and lapping up like a mad man starved. His groans vibrate around you and your legs quake. His fingers are pushed deep in the well of your velvet walls, another circling your ass and putting the tiniest bit of pressure there making you cry out.

His name falls from your lips like a chant, faster and faster until your orgasm peaks and blinds you, your body losing all control from his tongue, your knuckles go white when you grab his hair, holding him right where you need him.

“Fuck,” he groans, wrapping his lips around your sensitive clit once more before he adjusts your panties back into place. Your fingers ache from the grip you had on the counter and in his locks.

Kissing the delicate fabric around the apex of your thighs, he whispers softly, “I could do that everyday.”

He helps you step back into your shorts, that glorious tongue poking out in concentration, and he looks up at you with a shy smile, standing and holding your hands.

“With a tongue like that, I might let you.”

“Don’t tease me Taffy, I’m still hard.”

And now it was your turn to be needy. You pull the lapels of his leather jacket into you and you kiss his slick coated lips, he tastes like you and the salty soy sauce that was still on your lip.

Kissing Eddie was different than Steve, he painted your mouth the same way he lapped at your folds. If you never caught your breath— that would be fine with you. Your head spun around his web and you were tangled in it.

His hands wrap around your back and one holds your face. It was deeply passionate, and your heart was bursting, your lips move to his neck and you suck and bite a mark into him, and he whimpers when your kisses go small.

“This is gonna get cold Eddie,” you say against the column of his throat.

“Let it, I’ll buy more.”

You grin into his skin and he laughs when you tickle his sides, “c’mon,” you urge.

And Eddie gets in one last kiss before breaking away, pulling your lip down with his thumb, and you shudder at the way he looks at you as if you’re the only girl on the planet, “if you say so.”

The Chinese needed to be s microwaved but it was still good., The hunan pork was tender and juicy, and the lo mein noodles were to die for. You and Eddie sat side by side on the barstools and talked like you always had. He had a gig this weekend and when he asked if you were coming you said of course you were, a quirk to your brow.

“Alright,” he said, putting alot of effort and concentration into twirling a noodle with his fork, “just wasn’t sure.”

You leaned forward and kissed sauce from the corner of his mouth, and your core ached and pulsed at the sight of his boyish grin and blushing cheeks.

“Wouldn’t miss it, even if it is Steve’s night.”

He accepted a bite from your fork of fried rice, and almost melted when you held pinched fingers up to his mouth of a ripped piece of crab rangoon.

“We’re still cool, right?” he asks after crushing the bite between his teeth, his eyes watching you put your fingers in your mouth and nodding.

“So c-can I ask you something as a friend?”

His brows are pinched in a furrow and you know he’s uneasy about something.

You slurp a noodle into your mouth and talk with a mouthful, a hand in front of your face, “spit it out, Munson.”

His fork clanks on the plate as he sets it down and gives the plate away. He runs a hand through his hair, and leans on his elbows and picks at his rings.

“So, why— I mean, why the both of us. You and Harrington can’t even stand each other.”

He was right, before last week you and Steve could barely be in the same room together, and now you were agreeing to fuck with no strings attached.

“It’s physical with Steve, like pure animalistic instinct. There’s no thoughts, and I think us hating each other just makes it that much better.”

Eddie’s weight shifts on the stool and his eyes never leave his rings, spinning them in a nervous habit.

“So you don’t like him like that?”

And the truth of his question falls through but you refuse to answer it, you have your own questions to ask, you toss the paper napkin onto your plate and mimic his actions, pushing it ahead on the counter.

“Eddie.. are you jealous?”

You leaned into him, the pads of your fingers daintily walking up his thigh, your eyes blink slow in a lazy seduction and fuck he’s practically putty in your hands.

He licks his lips feverishly, suddenly hot around the collar and his heart hammered a rhythm loud enough to make a tune out of it.

“N-no,” pppft he stammers, “I’m not jealous,” he tries his best not to catch your eye but once he does those hersheys bars give him away and a bubble gum blush tickles his cheeks. He clears his throat with an ahem, and raps his knuckles on the counter.

You stand and wiggle between his legs, pressing one hand further into his crotch and the other on his chest, toying with his necklace, your finger skating the pick left and right the chain making a zippered like noise.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

Eddie is floored, wilting like a flower— all the oxygen and water ran out from the √≈petals. His mouth was almost glued shut, it’s so dry, Sahara would be jealous.

Your lips pucker behind his ear and the filth you’re whispering to him sends shivers down his spine. It’s lust licked and heavy, want me to touch you, or do you wanna touch me?

He answers with a dry groan and a swallow, and his hands find your hips spinning you around,his lips ghost over your neck and you throw your head back into him, pushing your ass into him to feel the swell of his bulge in his jeans.

He’s rutting into your doughy ass, his fat cock loving the friction you’re bouncing against him, you move your hips and grind further into him.

“Fuck baby,” he moans hot against the shell of your ear, catching in his throat.

His hands creep under the hem of your shirt and skate against your skin, the smooth of his nails electrifying each touch. They work along your curves, his big thick hands touching every inch of your skin, rubbing along the lacy edge of your maroon bralette.

The pads of his thumbs graze against your peaked nipples and you exhale. You're surrounded by the sharp spice of his cologne, the muted cigarettes clinging to his jacket, it encompassed you, held you like a hug and had your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

It felt too good. His lips hummed against your neck, vibrating hot and sending goosebumps along your skin, and you wanted more. Needed more.

You followed his hands, tracing the veins on the tops of them with your fingers, pushing your palm flat against them, making him squeeze at your tits, and you purred out his name, a shade away from whining.

Fuck you wanted him so bad. And judging by the firmness of his cock beneath your asscheeks, he wanted you just as badly.

You spun quickly, grabbing his hands and leading him to the couch, his lips were red from sucking on your neck, bangs were pushed up awkwardly from the position his head was buried into your shoulder. He looked drunk, enamored with something you didn’t recognize.

The leather of his belt was heavy in your fingers as you unraveled it through the buckle and the first loop on his jeans. His eyes never left yours as your fingers flipped the button and pushed his jeans down his hips.

He shuddered a breath when your hand cupped him in his boxers, the velvet of his skin soft and warm in your soft grip. He was bigger than you remembered, thick like a stout of beer.

“Christ Taff,” he breathed when you stroked him fully, the pad of your finger running over the vein that ran along his cock.

You looked at him through your lashes as you lowered yourself to the ground, dragging his jeans and boxers with you, “this what you wanted big boy? Wanted me on my knees for you?”

He hums and holds your chin, brushing his thumb across your lips.

Licking the tip of his thumb, you hold his heavy cock in your hands, stroking his shaft slow then fast, “you’re so big, Eddie.”

He swallows his next words when your tongue circles his head, collecting the precum with each devilish swipe. You stick out your tongue to show him the pearl in your mouth, and he almost combusts when you swallow it with a hum.

“Yummy.”

He’s certain he’s going to die right here in your living room, looking at you with your pink tongue swirling around his cock, the way your lips suction around him, fuck, you haven’t even put him fully in your mouth yet and he’s a goddamn mess.

The teasing is too much but he’ll take whatever you give him, if you were to stop now he’d be completely satisfied, he’d have to pump his cock furiously when he got home to make the ache go away but, he’d do it.

But you don’t stop, fuck no. You’re just getting started. You like him like this, flushed in his cheeks and waiting patiently for your mouth. His mouth opening as yours does. Waiting, pleading, hoping that you would finally let your wet warmth surround him.

And then you do.

He stretched your mouth cheek to cheek, a literal mouthful. And he hums. Is he thanking God? You hide your giggle, deciding to take him further into your throat as you hollow your cheeks and slide him deeper with the help of his canting hips.

You hum around him and it tickles him, but he’s so drunk on your mouth he’s muttering sentences that don’t even make sense.

Pumping your hands along his shaft you dribble spit from your throat to the head of his dick, a slimy string connecting you mouth, one that you slurp back up and take him in deeper. His knees are bent and he pulled his shirt under his chin, wanting to see you fully with his cock stuffed in your mouth, your pretty eyes are teary and he can feel you gag around him before he pulls out and you come back for more.

He’s not sure how long you’ve been at this, and he’s trying to keep his mind averted to anything other than your slippery throat and the cute way your eyes are looking up at him.

This was better than the way you sucked him off in the bed of Wayne’s truck. You were solely focused on him here. No other distractions, just you and him.

“Look so fucking pretty, baby,” he moaned, reaching down to hold your cheek, his thumb wipes away some of your smudged make up from your eye, “ do you know that?”

You nod with him in your throat, and he breathes more nonsense as he looks to the ceiling and runs his fingers through his hair, trying not to convulse, but he can’t take it any more, you're working his dick like you’re short on rent.

“Fuck, sweet girl, fuck,” Eddie whines, scrubbing his hands down his face, his stomach burning to give in to you, I— shit shit shit, ‘m gonna come.”

He works his hips away from you but you wrap your arms around the back of his knees, holding him with his dick still in your mouth, waiting like a kitten for milk.

He cums hard, biting through his bottom lip to keep himself from yelling out loud. You don’t stop bobbing your throat, swirling your tongue, around his length and puckering your lips around him.

With his load in your mouth you paint his cock with it, moving it around and around with your excess spit, a hurricane against your tornado tongue, you finally swallow, sucking in your cheeks once more, and cleaning Eddie off in one swoop. His cries fill the room and you finally release him with a pop.

“Jesus, fuck.” He exhales, sleepy eyed. His reddened swollen cock hanging between you both, “c’mere.”

He helps you to your feet, and you tuck him back into his boxers gently. He mutters an embarrassed thanks, you’re smiling up at him with a cocky little smirk. Completely ready for him to pull up his jeans, maybe get himself a beer from your fridge, but he doesn’t.

Eddie holds you to him, his forehead leaning on yours, big hands wrapped around the small of your back. His erratic breath plumed through his nose and his chest was beating fast. You’ve never seen him like this, “Eddie?”

He doesn’t let go, doesn’t say anything, he just moves back to press the lightest of kisses to the tip of your nose. “You, “ he finally says, licking his lips and rolling his eyes into the back of his head, finally focusing back on you, he pulls you closer, enough that his eyes are all you can see.

But whatever he was going to say is stuck in his throat, he never finishes what he was going to say. Just pulls you into him and holds you there, his lips on your neck, kissing you softly. It was a perfect day. You should have known it wouldn’t have been weird between you and Eddie, falling back into sync as best friends and laughing while snacking on m&m’s and smoking from his dab pen.

You end up falling asleep on your bed together, tired from exerting so much energy and bellies full of Chinese. Netflix asks, are you still watching YOU? on the tv on your dresser. Eddie’s tossing and turning wakes you and you grab your phone to check the time. 5 o’clock. Taking an almost four hour nap, but in reality it felt like four days straight.

But that's not the only surprising thing on your phone.

A litter of texts. From the same occupant. The other half of this agreement.

hope you enjoyed, seems like Steve isn’t too thrilled right?

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harrywavycurly · 1 year

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Hi Sarah would it be too much to ask for the reader talking to Wayne about Eddie or just life? Love you🖤

Hiii babes!! It’s not too much to ask for at all!! I hope you like these little random conversations with Wayne!💖

-I went with Eddie being your fiancé and that’s why Wayne is just so used to you✨

*Wayne is used to your rants and he may never admit it but he may kinda sorta love you more lol*

“He said what now?” “He said he doesn’t like it.” “He doesn’t like it? It’s cheese and chicken with rice what’s not to like?” “I added broccoli to his because he needs to eat more vegetables so maybe that’s why he doesn’t like it?” “You added broccoli? You forget you’re dating a man with the eating habits of a toddler.” “Even toddlers eat vegetables Wayne.” “Well…yeah okay that’s true.”

“You said it’s making a weird noise?” “Yeah it rattles when I turn it on.” “Now don’t go bitting my head off okay but is there gas in the tank?” “Uhhh I think so?” “You think so?” “I mean I got here just fine.” “You live two trailers down…” “God you sound just like him when you say things like that.”

“You have anymore coffee uncle Wayne?” “I had a feeling you’d be by so I made an extra pot.” “How’d you know?” “It’s Friday.” “Do I really come over here every Friday?” “Like clockwork darlin. I hear Eddie’s van go down the road and not even five minutes later you’re walking through my front door.” “Well it’s the only time I have to get you up to speed on the neighborhood gossip.” “Well please enlighten me on what’s going on in our neck of the woods oh and there’s creamer in the fridge for you.” “You bought creamer? You just use milk.” “Yeah but you don’t like milk as much so figured if you’re gonna be here every week might as well make sure you can at least enjoy your coffee while you’re here.” “You Munson really know how to make a girl feel special.” “Oh come on and just tell me what you know about the new neighbor that moved in behind Mrs. Thomas’s place.”

“Now hold on a minute where are you?” “I’m at the Lover’s Lake.” “And where’s that fiancé of yours? I don’t see the van in the driveway.” “He’s at work and I hate bothering him at work.” “You know he’s not gonna be happy when he hears you called me first.” “I’ll deal with him later but do you mind coming to get me please? Both of my bike tires are flat I must’ve gone over a broken bottle or something.” “Yeah I’ll come get you. Now you got shoes on right? And a jacket? It’s freezing out tonight.” “Why do you two always ask if I’m wearing shoes? It was one time I drove in slippers okay just once!” “Now what about a jacket?” “I…don’t have one on.” “I got a spare in the truck. I’ll be there in like five minutes.” “You’re gonna call him aren’t you?” “Just gonna tell him you’re fine and not to worry.” “Right as if telling Edward Munson not to worry has ever worked.” “If I don’t call him then you better.” “No you can call him it’s fine.” “That’s what I thought.”

“Now if someone in there makes you mad what do you do?” “Walk away.” “Good that’s right you just walk away don’t pay em any attention.” “Even Tina?” “Especially Tina. You know she’s looking for a reason to ban you from the mini mart for life.” “If you see me running you’ll be ready to haul ass home right?” “That’s what a getaway car is for.” “Perfect I think they even made Hopper come in just in case I lash out.” “But that’s not going to happen right?” “Nope I’m going to be on my best behavior.” “Good now pick up some bananas while you’re in there for me okay?” “You’ve been using them to take your vitamins?” “Yeah it’s not too bad actually.” “Good! Don’t tell him but I’ve been putting some liquid vitamins in Eddie’s oatmeal the last few weeks.” “It’s not a secret. He knows.” “Damn it. I thought I was being so sneaky.”

“I love him.” “I know you do.” “But it’s hard sometimes.” “What’s going on? Need me to whoop his ass?” “No no it’s not him. It’s me.” “Oh come on there’s nothing wrong with you.” “I’m chaos on two feet uncle Wayne I don’t know how he puts up with me. Who manages to get lost in their own home town at least once a month? Me! Who gets stuck in the middle of a fucking lake alone? Me.” “I mean okay yeah you keep him on his toes but he loves you. And I mean he really really loves you. I’ve never…I’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you.” “I just feel like I don’t deserve him.” “Oh please you two idiots deserve each other. No one else can handle him and sure as shit no one else can handle you.” “We are a couple of idiots huh?” “Yeah but I love ya both.” “You love me more though right? You can tell me I won’t tell him.”

“Can I borrow your ladder uncle Wayne?” “Absolutely not.” “Why?” “Because you on a ladder is a death trap.” “That’s exactly what he said. You two really are related.” “Just tell me what you need it for and I’ll do it.” “I need to change the lightbulb on the front and back porch.” “Is he working an overnight?” “Yeah so it’s just me and Freddy.” “I’ll come by and change the lightbulbs and if you and Freddy wanna come over for dinner that’s fine.” “I’ll bring brownies. I just made some last night.” “Won’t he be upset? You know he loves those damn things.” “I’ll make it up to him don’t worry.” “I…don’t…even wanna know.” “God you two are ridiculous I swear.”

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technicallymaximumkitty · 2 months

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Sir Pentious headcanons because I am cringe but I am free

fair warning this is gonna be long because the autism is peak RN and i am increasingly sleep deprived, ENJOY!!!

He is half indian half british

Was white passing and his face was covered in moles and birthmarks

He was an orphan boy who worked in a textile mill as a kid

He got out of the textile life when a mechanic was looking for a new apprentice. Sir Pentious wasn't the first choice but runner up, and willing to do anything, he shoved the kid that was gonna be chosen into a machine that ripped their hands off. The kid being unable to work anymore, Sir Pentious was chosen.

As a teenager he was drafted into the army, he was never unable to climb ranks

He died from lead poisoning (that’s why he is a poisonous snake, get it? Poisonous? Lead poisoning? I’ll see myself out)

Sir pentious wasn't a sir in life, he only got that title in hell

All his shirts are button ups because he cant fit anything over his frill

The egg bois are basically furbys

All the egg bois do have names, given to them when they were first invented, but they never get called by their names. They barely remember because they have the memory of a worm

Sir Pentious makes food hate crimes, not on purpose but still

The first time Alastor made jambalaya Sir Pentious started crying because the air was too spicy for him

Yes he has the worst pallet in the world (i mean ofc he’s british/j)

This dude will be happy just eating bread from the bag for dinner

He was never married in life

I know the son was a throw away line, but like what if? He had one? Out of wedlock?

MF is so old fashioned about romance

He has autism because i said so

User vobomon has the theory that Sir Pentious has Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, i agree

When he sheds (it’s biannually) he hides for like a few weeks until everything grows back (the scales on the ends of his frill are the first to fall out and take the longest to grow in)

He’s not inept at slang but he knowledge dose stop at 2007

Angel tried to pull an updog with Pentious but it failed and Angel was about ready to strangle the man on site

(played out like:

Angel: he pen, smells like up dog in here no?

Pentious: smells like what?

Angel: up dog.

Pentious: what is this, up dog you speak of?

Angel: you know, up dog.

Pentious: no, i do not know what this up dog is, what is it?

*it carried out for like five minutes of this back and forth*)

He watches people sleep because he saw to many of his friends die in his former life (living on the streets and all) so he keeps a close eye on his new friends out of habit

He and Niffty are banned from the coffee pot

His egg bois were trained on lucky charms

Charlie is is best friend in the whole wide world (they even have friendship bracelets to seal the deal)

Nifty used to leave the mice she caught in front of Pentious’s door for hime, they were asked to stop and now treat it like a drug deal

Was really good at holding down his alcohol, gotten soft over the years

Both his fangs are sweet fangs

Once ate an entire container of sprinkles in front of the others

Man can and will choke on water

He’s got the immune system of a victorian child (ie gets sick like once every other week)

He paints his claws

Skills he learned living in hell: sewing, baking, computer science, rocket science, speaking indian and french, anthropology degree, book binding, toxicology

Parrots slang he hears even if he doesn't know what it is

(ie: Vaggie: I am about to kill Angel if he doesnt shut up.

Pentious: oh! Is this your villain era?)

Stims by flapping his hands and frill

He need chewelry or he will gnaw on his hands

His hat is not alive, it acts like necomimi

Is immune to exhaust fumes at this point

Discovered hyperpop and scares Angel Dust when he tries to get the radio to play songs he actually knows and likes

In his early years of having the egg bois he would eat eggs in front of them to scare them when he was upset at them, they never caught on because, well they are the egg bois

Is a cat person

Runs a youtube channel where he swings between building tutorials and gossip commentary he’s got five followers and four of them are the egg bois and each video will rake up about 20 views

He and emily are best friends (also with friendship bracelets) and they are like sugared up three year olds together

They warrior cats roleplay together because let me have this

He goes around saying he kins victor frankenstein

Ate a plastic bag once

#hazbin hotel #sir pentious #sir pentious my beloved #the autism is autisming #the autism is winning #headcanon #brain go brrrr #i am sooooo normal about this snake man #hellaverse #help #blorbo #yea

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paradoxolotl · 10 months

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OH PARA MY DARLING!!! :))))

For the writer ask can I beg to see a snippet of Neil being banned from another coffee shop (Andrew's maybe 👀) or what led to him being banned from half the coffee shops?? (From Sugar, Spice, and Corporate Espionage)

My beloved PAS ♥️

Unusual Asks for Sugar, Spice, and Corporate Espionage

“Sir.”

Neil took a slow sip of his coffee. Only his third cup of the day. Or hour. He couldn’t remember anymore. The beauty of a deadline he had pretended to prepare for rearing it’s ten hours until due highlight covered head? Kevin’s “inhuman level of coffee consumption” ban was lifted.

Not that Neil followed it all that closely anyways. What did Kevin know.

“Sir.”

He flicked his eyes up and to the left, hand still blindly typing away at his keyboard. He had a word count to hit after all. The familiar death glare of a service employee not paid enough to give a proper fuck but forced to anyways waited for him. Usually, Neil continued silence turned most people away, or at least made them uncomfortable enough to spit out whatever they decided was worth interrupting him over. But this one only glowered harder, jaw setting.

“Ma’am.” It turned up at the end like a question, but Neil’s voice held too much faux pleasantry to be recognized as such.

Nostrils flared on her inhale. “Sir-” and honestly the amount of complete disdain and over your bullshit she packed into that single word even impressed him- “you need to leave. Now.”

Oh boy, this was almost worth pausing an essay for. Neil finished his sentence. “I’m actually pretty busy at the moment,” he said, turning back to his work. Was a Freudian mention too much? He tapped the space key twice, not quite hard enough to move his cursor. Probably not.

“Sir.”

“Jesus,” Neil muttered. He needed more coffee. Matching her glare with one of his own, Neil shook his cup, the pitiful remains just enough to splash against the sides. “I’m a paying customer. You can’t just kick me out for no reason.”

“You taped crime scene photos to our windows!” she snapped. And well. Okay yes, that was true. He didn’t need to spare a glance to see the expanse of carnage he had set up.

“It’s for research,” he said.

She jabbed a finger at the cup in his hand. “And that isn’t even from here.”

Neil glanced down. The cup sported the bright orange colours of Fox & Nip Cafe. He looked up to the hat the employee was wearing. It was purple, with The Drip stitched in white across the front. Slowly, he raised the cup to his mouth, tipping the last of it into his mouth.

“I’ve told you guys before. I don’t see what the problem is,” he said. “Your coffee is shit. You know that right? I could order a triple shot and it wouldn’t even hit me. It’s an art, how you’ve taken something so easy and weakened it to the point of threatening extinction.”

Turning in his chair, Neil pointed to the man not even pretending not to be watching. “Your coffee is shit!” he said, making the man jump. He turned back to the employee. “This is literally the worst coffee is town. You have two things going for you: the tables are big enough to work at and your muffins aren’t sweet like fucking cakes. If I have to provide my own passable coffee, I should be allowed to use the space provided to finish my work.”

If looks could kill. “Get the fuck out,” she said.

Neil had three rules he lived by. Number two: when a retail employee drops the word fuck as a promised threat, it’s time to go.

Tossing her a quick salute, Neil shoved his laptop back into his bag and left everything else behind. He didn’t really need the photos anyways.

Two blocks down, he pulled out a small notebook from a side pocket. With a sigh, he crossed out The Drip from his list.

#Neil is a nightmare customer #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the kings men #neil josten #para’s fics #ask para

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Top Gun: Maverick hcs that live in my head rent free (based off of imos and me and my life) Pt 4

you heard it here and now folks, it’s part 4! I have more commitment to this series than to my homework. yall are lucky af

- mav can and will flirt with anyone in any given situation; he will give petnames out the more the other reacts (cyclone getting pressed being called honey)

- maverick has a favourite spoon he always uses to eat breakfast with. it is patterned, and is from the last set he received from his parents before they passed. it means a lot to him, so if you use it, he’ll state: ‘that’s my spoon’ and then proceed to stare at you for the rest of the day. only ice knows this. everyone else just comments on not to use that spoon or else.

- the spoon has made him superstitious, so if he cannot use it for breakfast (when he does have breakfast...) it instantly means that he will have a shit day.

- maverick is usually a black coffee guy. straight black coffee. most mornings? just that. sometimes a proper meal if ice or roos nags enough, but mainly just coffee. ice has either an iced coffee (wow aren’t i original) or a latte.

- maverick, after showers, uses his towel to do his hair up to dry it quicker. his hair is too short for that, but he’s been doing to long enough that it’s too awkward to tell him that it won’t work it’s also just funny to see him walk out of a door with a towel wrapped around his head like if he had just come from a salon

- phoenix is everyone's best friend. if you don’t like her; you’re a walking target and that one is on you. she’s a fucking queen and y’all can’t tell me different.

- phoenix is also a great therapist friend, though, sometimes you gotta just give her a hug so she’s reminded that you’re just as there for her as she is you.

- hangman has dyslexia, but is too good at masking it until it comes to writing reports on paper. it’s his worst nightmare, so he usually gets help from rooster by saying what he is thinking and rooster helps write down the important parts for hangman to write on his own

- iceman is a sucker for romance novels and picks up random quotes in them to write on a piece of paper for mav to find, read and collect (based off of a hc @justmiilo made with our ocs)

- mav loves animals; he will be at a party and only hang out with the pet there; he will be dragged around by ice or goose to meet people, before departing back to the pet - loves dogs frfr

- ice is a cat person ice has said: “honestly i am more of a cat boy” the rest of the juniors trying not to cackle: youre a cat boy??

- rooster got mav high once and gave him a flipping heart attack (not actually) mav: bradley is this how im supposed to be feeling i dont know if ive hit right rooster: chill man just relax, youre gonna give yourself a heart attack mav, now really panicking: im gonna have a heart attack???? rooster: no thats not what i- mav: UN-HIGH ME RIGHT NOW BRADLEY PLEA-

- Mav is banned from most public spaces especially train stations. very specific, but he’s made it a thing that he has to get banned from as many stations as possible

- ice and mav cuddling includes mav squaring up to be the big spoon but then melting in ice’s arms when he gets to be little spoon

- mav loves captain jack harkness from doctor who/ torchwood

- hangman complains about when he kisses rooster, his moustache gets in the way, but secretly, he doesnt mind it

- ice took mav to a wine couple art class (based off of the idea that ice can draw from my other hcs) and mav drank the wine while ice did the art

- mav helped bob get out of his comfort zone, to start not wearing a shirt around the beach (based off of the trans!mav and trans!bob hcs) so now they go visit the beach together sometimes to help grow each others confidence (like if mav needs anymore). theyve both had top surgery so

- goose has had a soccer phase, and would make the crew go into teams of two after volleyball to kick the ball around. he loved playing attack, so he could be in the front seat of the action for once.

- mav joined in, but was soon told to just stay in his teams box, because he would run all the way across the field to tackle the ball off of someone yes, soccer doesn’t allow tackling, but mav never got the message in his head, so they just added it to their games. mav then proceeded to become the most tackled person there.

- slider and ice are the biggest supporters of one anothers careers; they see each other like brothers so much it is crazy.

- mav and slider ride their bikes together (slider has a harley)

- ice usually goes out collecting either a drunk slider or a drunk mav off the side of the road

- THIS IS A POPULAR ONE BUT HC THAT ICE RARELY EVER GETS SICK, SO WHEN HE DOES IT TAKES EVERYONE BY SURPRISE - MAV ALSO GETS SICK OFTEN, BUT ITS NEVER THAT BIG. WHEN ITS MORE SERIOUS, EVERYONE IS ONTO HIM TO TRY LOOKING AFTER HIMSELF

- mav teaches the team MA fighting. he dared cyclone to go into a match with him; ends up cyclone is a secret MA fighting genius and mav got his ass beat. the whole team watched.

- cyclone and mav are close from just having to deal with each other. mav giving cyclone headaches, while cyclone gives mavs lectures brought them together. they share a beer here and there at a local bar when they can

- mav hates the city. like, really hates it. over stimulates from it hard.

- mav has ocd; those instrusive thoughts can sometimes be hard for him to control, which can sometimes explain why he does some erratic moves. he never got diagnosed about it till later in life.

- mav and commitment issues follow him everywhere for everything

- when hangman and rooster are exploring areas to carve their initials into around the base, they find mavs and ices old ones (yes, multiple) hidden behind a few desks

- ice dyes his hair to be bleach blonde; it’s actually a golden blonde but he hates it, so he makes it bleach blonde. mav likes his hair either way, but makes fun of ice when he dyes his hair. ice doesnt take kindly to this one day, mav was asleep and woke up with bleached highlights to his hair from ice. he wore a cap everywhere for months

(Part 4/?)

hope you enjoyed these head cannons! i want to do some more when i have the time, but for now, i might try drawing some of these out :)

got any suggestions? leave them down in the comments below! thank you for supporting the series so far!

start here at part 1!: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/hangman-puzzlesolver/692152151697473536?source=share

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idontknowreallywhy · 2 months

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Resurface 3 - Realise

Heh ok I’m on a roll now… previous bit here.

💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚

Scott raced through his bedroom door and vaguely acknowledged the squelching noise and the probably related damp sensation seeping through his socks. Later. He slammed the door and tore the coat off so hurriedly one of the buttons became detached and rolled somewhere out of sight. Later. Slinging the offending item over the back of the desk chair he turned his attention to the rest. Did he need to shed the shirt as well? Probably… he was never wearing any of this again anyway. It had been a terrible idea even to consider it.

He’d always intended to find out what Virgil’s deal had been in the aftermath of his capture. He knew about the others but there was nothing recorded about Virgil and the most he’d got out of his father was a hurriedly suppressed agonised expression and “He really missed you.” He was going to quiz John at some point but had never quite found the courage to ask. He knew it had been bad but nobody spoke of it.

All Scott knew was that Virgil had been there for him, his first clear memories of the hospital his brother’s eyes and his voice and he’d been singing and Scott knew he wasn’t in prison anymore because music had been banned in Bereznik. His little brother had been his rock, unfailing, unflinching… unmoving in the main. He had a vague recollection towards the end of his incarceration on the ward of nurses giving up and just working around the snoring figure hunched over his bedside.

But he had no idea what had gone on before. And he now realised he really should have made more effort to find out.

He crossed the room to where he’d left his civvies folded neatly and stumbled as he failed to get his left leg fully free of the narrow legged pants. Reflexes saved him, but not the photo frame he swiped off the bedside table with a rogue elbow. Broken glass joined the coffee in the chaos that was now his bedroom carpet. No matter just a photo frame. Dad’s photo frame though. He picked it up guiltily and then gasped as a sudden bolt of clarity hit him. As he suddenly realised when this framed photo of his past self had last seen the light of day. That Virgil probably hadn’t seen it since it graced the top of his empty coffin.

He flung it away from himself and bellowed a string of curses at the ceiling. How could he have been so STUPID?

Hands shaking, he wrestled with the buttons of his casual shirt and probably missed one or two. Later. Leaping over the wet patch and the glass he left his door swinging and ran for the lift before cursing again and hurrying back. As he struggled into his jeans he realised that this time he hadn’t avoided the glass and that at some point that was going to STING. Later.

The lift took 6.8 seconds to descend to the hangar and it was at least 6 seconds too slow. Snatching a spare jetpack from the store he ran past Two towards the pedestrian exit for her runway and she loomed over him. His brother’s ship was never cross, but right now he felt her disappointment. He silently promised her he’d fix this and fired up the pack as he slammed the door open with his already aching shoulder and shot into the sky.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #earth & sky #thunderangst #bereznik Scott #Tw: hospital #Resurface fic

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A Cure for Solitude XVI

Medic is suddenly awakened by some loud knocks on the lab’s door. He checks the cameras, quite hoping it’s W who has decided to stop being an idiot and come to him again.

It isn’t. Instead, on the black and white screen, M sees the familiar face of Army no- Amy, the soldier woman who tends to patrol around the farthest areas in the city.

“C’mon, it’s important” rushes him the soldier, when M unlocks the big heavy metal door.

“What” questions M as soon as she comes inside his humble home. She is pacing around, uncomfortable. Finally, sits down on a near couch and lets her rifle rest on the floor. She looks to the floor.

“Remember when you promised me that?”

Medic disregards his annoyance at once and relaxes a bit. “Yeah”.

She looks then at him in the eye, and his smile shines, something than not even M, who has known the woman for most than two years now, has seen previously. Amy’s eyes shine with some tears strained in them, and there’s faith in there. M steps back a bit, a little bit taken aback by everything that’s going on.

“What? What, Amy? Speak”

The woman dries her eyes and steps up. She adopts a position of rest, as far as a military does, her gun on her side.

“They have approved Protocol T” and she smiles again. But M, on his side, his mouth closes shut.

“What do you mean, Protocol Test was something that our government banned after that fiasco with the Institute, they can’t…”

“Well, they now can! Remember the coup d’etat last year? Some commissions got created, some people left the government, new ones arrived…”

Medic walks frantically around the room.

“That’s bad. That’s really bad…”

Amy grabs him by the shoulders, stopping him in his tracks. She looks at him, half smiling.

“Don’t you get it? Now we actually can find a cure! Now we will all work towards the vaccine! No more gatekeeping, finally full Countries will start trusting each other with the information and…”

“No!” yells M, fleeing from her hold. He backs away into a corner, and repeats himself again, much quietly: “no…”

Amy furrows her brows and decides to let her weapon right there by the wall. She approaches M again, cautiously, but while following the scientist around the improvised apartment, her eyes start to wander around all the papers and documents that decorate each surface. A lot of medical words she has never understood. Then, half hidden under another pile, some random newspapers. Wait…

M arrives by the coffee machine and gets a fresh cup. He gulps it all down. He tries to get his hair away from his eyes for the fifth time.

“You don’t get it, Amelia. How could you? You just wait for results, and when you find them, you just… steal them”

Amy turns to the scientist, raising one eyebrow. Then she returns her attention to the newspaper cover, one from almost three years. There’s a group of scientists there, in the first article, a big photo with a lot of people and names, everything is smiles and handshakes.

“Medic?” asks Amy, without looking up from the paper. She grabs the dusty pages, and starts reading ”Is there something I should know?”

M starts pacing around, coffee in hand. “Not a virus, not a virus” mutters the scientist while shaking his head absentmindedly.

Amy keeps reading the page and stops by the big picture. He can recognize someone from the photo. Her eyes span nervously towards the bottom line of the picture, and from left to right, a series of names are written…

“M-Mel? That was you, on the team?”

M stops dead in his tracks and turns around slowly towards Amy. He then can’t keep it anymore straight and falls onto his knees, dropping the mug and breaking it in shambles. He takes off his glasses and starts crying frantically.

“It was all a mistake” he sobs uncontrollably “We were lied to and stolen…”

Amy walks towards him and yanks from his shoulders to get him up again and away from the cutting ceramic on the floor.

“You don’t need to carry all the pain and guilt by yourself anymore, Mel…” says Amy softly. You have help, now. They will let you guide them and…

“No!” M now is angry, his past is again punching him in the gut, and what he thought was something he was keeping controlled and forgot about, has returned once more. He eyes Amy, and the woman suddenly is scared. But M’s fury has nothing to do with her, that’s something she is sure of.

“There was never a mistake” speaks M, suddenly in a lower voice, more controlled manner. “There was never supposed to be a cure. The virus was the first phase of the plan, and now they are going to start the second phase.

Amy has her eyes fully open. “What- What do you m-mean”

“Three years ago I thought I failed on my research. But turns out, I just provided humanity with the most brutal annihilation weapon ever”.

M looks at Amy, and the both of them stare in shock at each other.

“You mean-”

“Amelia, answer me this one:

If you were to invent the atomic bomb, would you share the knowledge, or burn the plans and die with the secret?”

Taglist: @whump-blog @cupcakes-and-pain @crunchypuppy06 @silly-scroimblo-skrunkl @kona-luu @hurtthemgently (comment to get added/removed from the list!)

#promptfactory #originalcharacter #my ocs #prompt #whump #whump prompt #whump scenario #whumpee x caretaker #zombie whumpee #zombie x human #medic caretaker #zombie #whump writing #writing snippet #medical whump #acureforsolitude

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kawaiichibiart · 5 months

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More platonic love square Headcanons because I'm apparently in a Miraculous mood ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

Marinette is the one who brings the pastries, Adrien is the one who brings coffee, they only ever bring enough for the two of them.

Adrien likes napping in sunny spots, unfortunately sometimes when he visits Marinette (either as himself or Chat Noir) that sunny spot is on something she either needs or is working on (Marinette: OH, FOR LOVE OF FUCK, ADRIEN MOVE!! Adrien: ZzzZzzzZzz _(ˇωˇ」∠)_). It gets worse when they finally do a mass reveal and Juleka also starts doing it (Marinette: PLEAAAASE!! *pushing two sleepy kitties* MOVE-GAAHH!!).

They really shouldn't...but they do like trying out the other Miraculous once in a while.

Sabine and Tom have gotten used to going up to Marinette's room to wake her up and finding Adrien there. They don't even question it anymore.

Marinette makes matching outfits they can wear. Slowly but surely Adrien's wardrobe is replaced entirely by things she's made. They don't always plan on matching, they don't actually, it just happens often enough.

If they ever patrol with someone else, the other person gets to hear all about the other hero (this mostly comes from Ladybug who refuses to let anyone dismiss her Kitty Cat, only one person can bully him and that's her).

Marinette definitely got into a fight with Felix about who's family would be Adrien's new family (Marinette: HE HAS FRIENDS HERE IN PARIS, STOP PREVENTING HIM FROM BECOMING A DUPAIN-CHENG!! Felix: HE'S BEEN A GRAHAM DE VANILY SINCE HE WAS BORN!! WE HAD HIM FIRST!! Marinette: BITCH, YOU'RE A FATHOM!! Felix: WE REJECT THE NAMES OF OUR FATHERS AND EMBRACE THE NAMES OF OUR MOTHERS!!! *pauses for a second* Unless things go the way I think they are with Nathalie, then we might become Sancoeur's. Marinette, surprised: Oh, shit, really?)

They both tend to get very caffeinated drinks. Adrien got them less so at first but now even he will almost always order the most caffeinated coffee he can get in the morning. Marinette still does it more.

They're banned from teaming up during any sort of game (Marinette: Well, sorry for being good at this, you asked for it. Adrien: I thought you guys wanted a challenge for once.).

#miraculous #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #cat noir #ladybug #platonic adrienette #platonic ladynoir #platonic marichat #platonic ladrien #yes i am completely ignoring miraculous canon #fuck the miraculous canon #we don't believe it in 100% in this house #some of it's acceptable but still fuck the miraculous canon >:(

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waytooinvested · 14 days

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Forgotten, Not Forgiven - Chapter 7

Still reeling from finding out the truth herself, Lena suddenly finds herself in the midst of an odd role reversal in which she knows that Kara is Supergirl, but Kara no longer has any idea she has ever been more than an ordinary human. And what’s more, Lena has no choice but to keep the truth from her for her own protection…

Rift era reconciliation/fix-it fic, starts out kind of on the angsty side but there will be more fluff down the line.

This and previous chapters are also on AO3

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Annie: Hey, can we meet? Need to hash some things out re: project specs

Lulu: Yes, but not tonight. I have a bodypump class

Annie: Seriously? I think this takes priority over lifting weights??

Lulu: A bodypump class WITH KATIE

Lulu: The social side is as important as the technical side if we want to get clinical trial subjects on board

Lulu: But I suppose I can meet you afterwards if we can do this with food

Annie: Fine, but shower first I don’t want you dripping sweat all over the important documents

Lulu: Oh fuck off A

Annie: That’s not very professional LL

Despite her intention to remain completely detached, Lena couldn’t help enjoying her text based sparring matches with Alex, which had shifted gradually from brief, to the point messages laced with a certain amount of genuine hostility to something that was more like a kind of good natured antagonism.

It was nothing like the way they had used to interact in the pre-rift days, and it didn’t make them anything more than reluctant allies, but all the same, it was a nice change of pace from dealing with people she had to be perfectly polite to all day as the CEO of L-Corp. At least with Alex (alias Annie) she could tell her to fuck off if she wanted to. It was refreshing. And honestly a little cathartic.

As, in a different way, was going to her exercise class with Kara.

Since their first painful, slightly stilted lunch there had been three more, plus a few quick coffee dates and now a twice weekly gym session; and it had reached the point where she could see her without feeling like she was shattering all over again.

Of course Kara’s betrayal was still a garotte wire around her heart, but there was something about spending time with her like this that… eased it, a little. Because without her knowledge of Supergirl, Kara gained no advantage from being friends with Lena. She wasn’t stringing her along to ensure that she would help next time her expertise or connections came in useful to the DEO. She wasn’t secretly pumping her for information via fabricated interviews. Since Andrea’s takeover had eliminated Catco’s interest in L-Corp, she wasn’t even garnering brownie points at work from it anymore. In fact, apart from a slightly more upmarket brand of coffee than she might otherwise have been drinking (and really, Kara paid for those as often as Lena did), the only thing Kara was getting out of their friendship now was… Lena.

And that seemed to be enough for her.

More than enough.

Despite the fact that she was still skittish about physical contact and had replaced long greeting hugs and cosying up on the sofa with little waves and the odd shoulder touch, Kara had apparently embraced their renewed friendship unreservedly.

She lit up when she saw Lena arrive at the gym for their class, or happened to bump into her at the coffee cart on her way to work; and told her repeatedly how glad she was that they were friends again. She also seemed to have a sixth sense for when Lena was having a bad day, and two of their lunches had been impromptu affairs when Kara (now officially un-banned from the L-Corp premises) had shown up with take out and sympathy, plus enough extra snacks to keep her going for at least a couple of days. This Kara seemed to want nothing from her but herself, and no matter how hard she tried, Lena found it increasingly difficult not to reciprocate.

It would be different once she got her memories back of course, but for now this was useful. It meant that she could fulfill her role in this project without her emotions getting in the way, and that could only be a good thing.

It also didn’t hurt that Kara looked amazing in Lycra.

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‘Hey, thanks for coming on such short notice. I went ahead and ordered Thai, I hope that’s alright’.

Lena’s stomach gave an answering rumble at the sight of the take out boxes, and she nodded.

‘Sure, as long as you remembered the lamb panang’.

‘What do you take me for? I got two’.

Alex held up her own forkful of curry in evidence, already well into her portion by the time Lena had stowed her gym bag and settled at the conference table. She pulled the second container towards her and cracked it open, savouring the waft of fragrant steam that curled up from the food as soon as the lid came off. It was the one dish that the two of them had unfailingly agreed on when they ordered take out, and Lena was surprised that Alex still remembered… or maybe she had just chosen it because it was her own favourite, and buying two of the same had been simplest.

Either way, Lena was glad to have it. She had had a long day of work followed immediately by body pump, and apart from a few swallows of the strawberry shake Kara had insisted they share, it had been at least ten hours now since she had last remembered to eat anything. She took several quick, hungry mouthfuls until she was no longer quite so distractingly ravenous, then turned to the business at hand.

‘So, what did you want to talk about? Did you find something?’

‘Not exactly. I brought those extra specs you asked for from the scanner, but I also just wanted to loop you in on what the rest of us have been doing since we last spoke, and get an update on where you are with the Q-wave treatment. I tried asking Brainy, but he just started rattling off a list of technical details and percentage probabilities of different outcomes without actually giving me any kind of timeline’.

Lena rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she did so.

Of course he had.

‘We’re close. I think another day or so for testing and final adjustments should see it ready to use. I just want to make absolutely sure it’s safe first’.

‘And when it’s ready… how long do you think before we’ll start seeing the effects?’

‘That’s harder to say. We’re in unknown territory here – we don’t even know for sure what the barrier’s made of, let alone whether it will react as we hope. I want to take it very slow to avoid causing any damage by mistake, and there’ll be a learning curve while I fine tune it to Kara’s specific brain waves. It could be weeks. Months even’.

Alex stabbed her fork into a chunk of lamb morosely and sighed.

‘I was afraid you’d say that’.

‘What’s the hurry? Surely it’s more important to make sure we do it right than quickly, and Kara seems to be stable’.

‘Yeah, I know, you’re right. It’s just with Midnight on the loose, and now J’onn’s maybe-evil brother turning up out of nowhere, we could really use Supergirl’s support. Not to mention the unrest her absence is causing around the city. I’m worried if she doesn’t reappear soon we could be looking at riots breaking out, and feeling abandoned by the one alien that most people really trust is not helping with anti-alien sentiments. Dreamer’s stepped up to handle a lot of the day to day stuff which is smoothing things over a bit, and the Alien Amnesty Act getting reinstated has helped, but it’s still a pot that could boil over again if we don’t watch it’.

Lena swirled her fork through her curry, watching the sauce turn the previously unmixed rice from white to yellow. Alex wasn’t wrong – she too had seen the warning signs as the hysterical, inflammatory articles churned out by the gutter press continued to escalate with every day that Supergirl failed to reappear. But that part wasn’t her concern. She was only in this project to get Kara’s memories back, and if life was harder for the DEO in the meantime, well, that was Alex’s problem…

And clearly, it was a problem.

For the first time since she had arrived Lena took in Alex’s appearance properly. She was slumped in her seat, her clothes wrinkled as if she might have slept in them and her eyes ringed with dark shadows as if she might not have slept at all. She had obviously been pulling as many late nights as Lena had recently, without the benefit of the four hundred dollar concealer and fully comprehensive laundry service that kept her own weariness from showing. The pang of sympathy it stirred in her was both unexpected and unwelcome, but Lena couldn’t deny its existence.

She wanted to help.

‘Maybe I could make some adaptations to an image inducer to help keep the peace. I could programme one to mimic Supergirl specifically so that someone else could make a few public appearances on her behalf – just enough to assure everyone that she’s still around. If I can get it to give off the same heat signature as well as appearance and voice, no one should be able to tell the difference even if they scan her. Just as long as she isn’t called on to use her powers beyond what we can work into a modified supersuit’.

Alex considered this, looking momentarily hopeful, but then shook her head.

‘Thanks, but I think it’s better if you focus on perfecting the Q-wave treatment – getting Supergirl back for real needs to be our priority. A public appearance is a good idea though: even if it’s just one interview explaining that she’s away working on something crucial right now but is still watching out for National City and will be back soon, it might help. He’s not going to like it, but I bet we could get J’onn to agree to do it, and he at least has the advantage of actually being able to fly’.

Lena raised an eyebrow, trying and failing to imagine the steadfast, straight laced J’onn J’onzz playing the part of Supergirl.

‘J’onn? Alex, really? Even with shapeshifting, do you really think he can pull that off?’

‘It worked on you’.

Alex spoke lightly, almost like it was a joke, but it wasn't. She seemed to realise exactly what she had just admitted as the words dropped between them like live hand grenades, and all the previous approaching-luke-warm feelings they had managed to build throughout their collaboration froze over in an instant.

‘Shit, Lena I’m sorry. It was just one time, and it was an emergency’.

Lena stayed stiff, her fist clenching around her wooden fork so tightly that it bowed in the middle, threatening to snap under the pressure of her grip.

It was too late for sorry.

All this time she had been struggling with the fact that Kara had been hiding such a huge part of herself, and now it turned out that there had actually been times (one time, so Alex claimed, but why should Lena believe anything from her at this point?) when Kara wasn’t even Kara . She thought back over all the moments they had shared – the intimacies confided, the lingering hugs, the times she had allowed herself to be open in a way she never would have dreamed of with anyone else, and pictured them anew, but with J’onn standing in Kara’s place. It made her feel itchy.

Exposed.

Violated .

‘When?’ she asked through clenched teeth, practically spitting the word in order to keep the shake from her voice and avoid betraying any more of herself to these people than she already had.

Had Kara really been Kara when she promised to always protect her?

When Lena had allowed Kara to see her drunk and self loathing vulnerability after Edge poisoned children in her name?

When she had cried as she confided in her about Lex, and Kara told her she was a brilliant, kind hearted, beautiful soul?

Was any of it ever real?

‘It was nothing, really, you might not even remember. Supergirl was in a coma and James tried to cover at work by telling you that Kara had the flu, but then you decided to go round and check on her. J’onn pretended to be her so you wouldn’t realise she was missing’.

Lena closed her eyes. Of course she remembered.

Kara so rarely got sick, and she had been worried about her. She had taken her soup, and told her about getting together with James. It had been so hard to tell the woman she had unrequited feelings for that she was doing her best to move on with someone else, let alone that she was already afraid it was a mistake, and that he might just be seeing the Luthor name instead of her as a person. But she had persevered, because she loved Kara, and didn’t want a secret to come between them.

What a joke that was.

And now she thought about it, Kara had been acting odd that day, but at the time Lena had put it down to the fever, and the awkwardness of finding out that she was dating someone she had once had feelings for. Because why would she ever suspect that her best friend was being impersonated for the sole purpose of keeping her in the dark and making a fool of her?

She nodded once, put down her fork and pressed the lid back onto her take out box.

‘I have to go’.

She stood up, but Alex grabbed her wrist before she could push back her chair to walk out, hanging on tightly when Lena tried to brush her off.

‘Hey no, Lena, don’t do that. You can’t go off the deep end again. Not now’.

‘Get off me Alex’ she almost growled, but it made no difference. If anything Alex only held on tighter, while the look she turned on Lena was filled with such incongruous understanding that it made her want to scream.

‘I get that this is kind of a messed up thing to find out on top of everything else, but this one wasn’t Kara, okay? She didn’t do it. She was in a coma at the time, Reign was on the loose, we were all freaking out trying to wake her up, and we didn’t know what else to do’.

Kara was in a coma at the time.

Despite herself, a hairline fracture appeared in the ice around Lena’s heart.

Because Kara had been in a coma. Not just Supergirl. Kara. She hadn’t fully taken that part in until now. Lena had been tying herself in knots worrying about fevers and soup and James-fucking-Olsen, and at that exact moment the real Kara had been lying unconscious somewhere without her, beaten so severely that even super powers hadn’t been enough to protect her.

She might have died.

And in that case, of course the last thing on anyone’s mind would have been how the situation might have impacted Lena… but somehow that only made the whole thing more insulting. Things had been so dire, and yet still, they had taken time and resources to spend on lying to her rather than trusting her enough to let her try and help. Because if Lena had found out the truth that way she would have been angry. She would have been furious. But she would have helped. There was no version of Lena that could stand back and watch Kara die without at least trying to save her, no matter how much hurt there was between them. She simply wasn’t capable of it.

‘You could have told me the truth’.

Alex shrugged. ‘It wasn’t our truth to tell. And besides, things were bad enough, the last thing Kara needed was to have her best friend suddenly having all these messy, complicated feelings about her in the middle of that. She needed you to still be her Lena when she woke up’.

‘And what if she hadn’t woken up? What then? You denied me the opportunity to be with her when she needed me the most. You would have denied me the chance to say goodbye to her if things had turned out worse than they did. If I really was Kara’s best friend, then what the HELL gave you that right?’

Somewhere along the way her voice had risen beyond an acceptable volume, but she didn’t care. It felt good to shout at Alex. All this time she had been having cool, controlled arguments with her, when what she really needed was to just scream at her.

‘FUCK YOU ALEX. FUCK ALL OF YOU. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?’

She expected Alex to get up and shout back, or else to have her escorted out of the building, never to be allowed to return, but she didn’t. She took the words that Lena hurled at her and she accepted them, as if she had made a reasonable, well rationed point in a calm conversation the two of them were having.

‘You’re right. The whole situation was fucked up, and none of it should ever have happened. But it did happen, and when it did, there weren’t any good options on the table. We had minutes to decide what to do, and yeah, maybe getting J’onn to step in was the wrong call. I like to think that if things had taken a turn for the worst one of us would have told you about Kara so you could say goodbye to her before it was too late, but to be honest I wasn’t thinking about you at all at the time. I wasn’t thinking about anyone, except Kara, and whether my sister was ever going to wake up again’.

Alex met her eyes, challenging now, though still not without empathy.

‘Would you have been, if you were the one with her?’

And Lena hesitated, though not because she didn’t know the answer. She just didn’t want to admit it, because that would mean she had to stop yelling, and the yelling had felt better than any amount of dignified glaring or wittily crafted retorts. It had freed something inside her that had rarely been allowed room to stretch since she was four years old and had received her first lessons in the rigid control expected of a Luthor. But Alex’s uncharacteristic calm was implacable, and the flame of Lena’s righteous anger flickered dangerously in the face of her apparent willingness to own her mistakes.

She huffed, but lowered her volume back to something more appropriate for a conversation that wasn’t being held from opposite ends of a firing range.

‘I would have at least called you’.

‘I know you would have. And then we would have found a way to bring her round together just like we’re doing now, and all this… shit would never have happened. I wish that was what happened, but it’s not, and I can’t change that. I would if I could’.

Alex was a liar.

That fact was necessitated by her profession and the years she had spent helping her alien sister to pass for human. She was inarguably and unashamedly a liar, and a good one. She was perfectly capable of lying to Lena now.

And yet despite all of the long ingrained instincts that had been screaming at her to leave and never look back from the moment Alex had told her about J’onn’s deception, some foolish, hopeful part of her that refused to die no matter how many times it was ground into the dirt still clung on, an insistent little voice that stood up to the Luthor training and said yes, but what if...

‘You’re just saying that because you want me to keep helping you with the project’.

‘Of course I do. But it’s not just that. You said it yourself, the Q-wave generator is more or less ready. If we had to we could finish it without you and treat Kara ourselves. But I don’t want to. I want you in on this’.

At last Alex let go of her arm, but they were in too deep now, and Lena didn’t try to leave. She swallowed, and asked the one question she couldn’t answer for herself, the word sneaking out in a whisper that was only half meant to be heard.

‘Why?’

Why do you want me on this?

Why do you care?

Why change your mind about trusting a Luthor when you have another choice?

‘Because this project wouldn’t even exist without your help, and you deserve the credit for saving Supergirl. Look, I know it doesn’t mean much now, but I am sorry we didn’t tell you the truth sooner. It was ultimately Kara’s call, but she trusted me to look out for her best interests and I pushed hard for her to keep her identity secret. I admit that I didn’t fully trust you, and I didn’t want you to know the truth for a long time. And I was wrong’.

Lena gave her a look that she hoped conveyed a healthy amount of scepticism, despite her growing hope that maybe, just maybe, she really did mean it. Because Alex was right, they could do this without her now if they needed to, and it wasn’t as though the two of them had ever been close enough to motivate her to lie for the sake of their personal relationship. But it would be stupid to let her know she was succeeding in getting to her, even just a little bit, and Lena kept her tone hard.

‘That seems like a pretty drastic shift for you. You said it yourself. You’ve never trusted me, despite the fact that I proved myself over and over again working with the DEO. So what’s changed this time?’

‘Mostly Kelly, honestly. She kind of tore into me after what happened in the bunker. In a very gentle, therapist, Kelly way, but still. She made me see how much I fucked up, and how unfair I had been to you all the times before that, and I realised that that wasn’t who I wanted to be anymore’.

‘Well, that tracks. Kelly is much nicer than you are’.

It came out slightly more biting that she had intended, but Alex just snorted, apparently unoffended.

‘Yeah, no kidding. But she is also patiently helping me work out how to be less of an asshole when I go into overprotective big sister mode, and I’m getting there. I can’t change what happened between us in the past. But if you give me the chance, maybe I can do better by you this time’.

It was… something. Lena wasn’t quite sure what yet, but it was enough at least that she allowed herself to sink back into her seat.

‘Okay... Okay, I suppose can understand that. I still don’t like it, but I understand how you ended up where you did. I’ll stay and see the project through’.

Alex’s shoulders relaxed, and she picked up her abandoned fork for another bite of rapidly cooling curry.

‘If it’s any consolation to this whole thing, just remember that J’onn had to have a girly heart to heart about you and James Olsen making out while dressed in a fuzzy robe. I still don’t think he’s recovered from that experience’.

Somehow, despite everything that had just passed between them, Lena found a laugh bubbling out of her at the mental image, and Alex joined in.

And a small piece of the hurt she was holding like a barrier between them crumbled away.

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miracles-and-butterflies · 8 months

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Second chapter to Intertwining Threads of Gold, based on a prompt for @time-for-a-grandkid-round-up.

Mirabel becomes the matriarch.

The Madrigals reflect on their plan for the matriarchy and what to do with Mirabel. However, the most unlikely person disagrees.

Comments are always appreciated.

Previous part of ITOG.

Next part of ITOG.

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Intertwining Threads of Gold II

Antonio flopped his head onto the table and sighed.

And sighed.

And—

“Yes, Antonio, what is it?” Dolores asked.

“Nobody tells me anything,” he pouted. His sister didn’t look phased. “I got Tío Bruno to tell me because I’m—”

“His favourite. Yes, we all know. He isn’t quiet about his ranking of us.”

Antonio nodded, smiling a little at thought, before frowning again. “He told me that Mirabel was gonna be the next Abuela but I couldn’t say anything to the adults because me, Camilo and Luisa wasn’t suppose to know yet. So I told Mirabel, to say that she’d be good.”

“That was nice of you,” she said.

“That’s what I thought!” Antonio cried, ludicrously. “But she didn’t think so. She hasn’t spoken to me since.”

Now that Dolores thinks about it, she hasn’t heard Mirabel speak to anyone since last night. Mirabel isn’t a petty person though. And though she is quiet, she wouldn’t ignore anyone - she’s too polite.

“It’s been hours since then!” Antonio whined.

“Don’t take it personally, hermanito,” Dolores assured, gently. “She hasn’t spoken to anyone today.”

“Why?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. My guess is that she’s sick and she’s trying her best to be in denial about it.”

“Can’t you ask her?” The boy questioned. “You know, one old lady to another?”

“I am not old.” Dolores seethed. “And neither’s your cousin— look, stop repeating things you’ve heard Camilo say. Because, as usual, he is completely wrong.”

Antonio huffed, dragging himself from the kitchen to go complain to their parents - who were, presumably, going to be a lot more sympathetic. Passing Isabela on the way, who looked very confused by his mood.

“What’s his problem? His teacher said he couldn’t bring animals to school again?” She joked, pulling over a spare seat.

“Mirabel isn’t talking to anyone.”

“What? Wait, she’s still sulking about the matriarch thing?”

Dolores shook her head. “No, she’s not sulking, she’s processing everything. And she can have all the time she wants.”

Isabela didn’t seem to care, mumbling something about how her sister was definitely overthinking this and being dramatic. Dolores simply rolled her eyes.

“Why are you here?”

“Banned from the kitchen by Mama after Luisa broke my wrist in a fight.”

“What did you do to annoy her this time?”

“Put a variety of highly flammable plants in the stove. Ruined whatever she was cooking.”

Dolores grumbled, “You are so immature.”

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There still hadn’t been a word from Mirabel.

Not to anyone. Not even about mundane things. Even if Isabela pretended to care and asked about different types of fabric, Mirabel would just stare vacantly and then go back to whatever she was doing.

It wasn’t a case of her sister just ridiculously overthinking this anymore.

“Are you worried about Mirabel?”

The question from Isabela came from nowhere one evening, as she sat on the counter, drinking her tenth cup of coffee. It took the rest of the Madrigals for surprise.

They would have expected something like that from Luisa - then again, she would have been more aggressive and accusing with her questioning, would straight up blame them if there was any reason to worry about her sister. Isabela, however, never really had the same protective older sister instincts.

“It’s been a whole two weeks since we told her about her becoming the next matriarch,” Isabela continued when nobody answered. “She hasn’t said anything. Like, at all.”

Alma didn’t give it to much consideration, before saying, “We were giving her time to think. But I agree, this is getting ridiculous. We can’t keep everyone waiting. I say we carry on as planned. If we don’t try, we’ll never get anywhere. Once she dips her toes into these waters, she will realise she’s been making a fuss over nothing.”

Several of the adults nodded in agreement, Isabela looked unconvinced as she sipped her coffee.

“So we’re just gonna force her?” She asked.

“We aren’t forcing her, she just needs some encouragement. We all need that from time to time.” Bruno reasoned. “It’s a big change and in hindsight, we probably shouldn’t have told her everything at once. She’s just been a little shaken. This is a great thing for her.”

“My engagement to Mariano was a great thing. Does that mean you’re all going to force me down the aisle and into his bed then?” Isabela retorted without missing a beat. Beside her, Dolores choked on her tea.

All of the adults were quick to argue against that, after the shock had worn off from Isabela being so blunt, of course.

“Of course not, Isabela. We know you don’t want that.” Her father answered.

“Okay, then why is Mirabel so different?” She demanded.

“This isn’t the same situation, Isabela.”

“Isn’t it?” Isabela snapped. “A young woman - granted Mirabel’s a child - being forced into a huge commitment she doesn’t want. But cares enough for her family that if push comes to shove, she’ll go along with it.” Taking a minute to process their reactions, Isabela mockingly tapped her chin in thought. “Seems like the same situation to me.”

“That is not what is happening,” her mother tried to explain. “Everyone handles things differently, Isabela. Your sister isn’t you.”

“Maybe not. But she’s not said a word for two weeks straight and I’m not a professional, but even I can tell you that’s not healthy. Has she, Dolores?” Isabela prompted her cousin.

Dolores squeaked, not really wanting to get involved, but knowing she couldn’t really avoid it. “She hasn’t. Not even to Antonio. He’s a little upset about it. Oh, and Luisa is all kinds of suspicious. She keeps asking me if I know anything.”

“I mean, we did just spend every day since Casita’s fall trying to convince Mirabel that she’s always been special by herself, but fuck all of that, right?” Isabela questioned, sarcastically. She glanced at each of the adults in turn, landing on Tío Bruno. “Character development sucks, you need to start leaving it out of your rat telenovelas. Or, better idea, completely reverse by stabbing the character in the back, especially if it’s a child—”

Julieta slammed a hand onto the counter, making Dolores wince and everyone else look at her startled. “It’s not our fault, we can’t make her talk!”

Everyone sat in frozen bewilderment at her outburst.

The rage fizzled out quickly and Julieta pressed heralded into Agustín’s side, weeping quietly as he held her close.

“Mirabel will talk to us when she’s ready,” Agustín sighed.

The pair of them were trying, more than Isabela had initially realised. If anyone was going to be concerned about the things Mirabel had said that night, it would be their parents. Of course they’d been the first to notice when Mirabel hadn’t greeted them ‘good morning’ the following day too.

Agustín was trying. By now, he was well aware that Mirabel wouldn’t tell any of them anything. At a push, maybe Luisa. But it would be wrong to exploit Mirabel’s trust in Luisa that way. If she found out - which he doesn’t doubt she wouldn’t, given her intelligence - she certainly wouldn’t ever regain that level of trust in anyone. And, by extension, it wouldn’t be fair to Luisa either.

Julieta was still reeling from Mirabel feeling that she didn’t matter. Even before Casita’s fall, when it was clear otherwise, she hadn’t admitted to that. The healer had spent hours in bed trying to justify it in her head. Maybe Mirabel was just in shock and hadn’t meant it? Maybe Mirabel had just wanted a quick, clever exit? Or were the Madrigals really neglecting her?

Was she failing her daughter?

The rest of the family had spent ages convincing the parents of this idea. How great an opportunity it was. Neither were on-board at first. They knew their daughter better than any of them - though Bruno argued differently.

The silence stretched for a few minutes.

“Isabela, you know—”

It was too late. Isabela barged past the adults, shoving her empty cup into Tía Pepa’s hands and headed for the front door.

The door slammed shut behind her.

~~~~~~

“Good morning,” Mirabel announces, quietly, to nobody in particular, from the doorway.

The rest of the family are sat around the table, turning to her in shock. They could only have just started on breakfast, even Camilo still looks to have a full plate before him.

Everyone who was there that night is looking at her very strangely; some cautiously, some hopefully. Antonio and Camilo barely pay her any attention, too distracted by food and their own conversation. Luisa looks like she picks up on the tension, she looks very puzzled at what it’s about though.

“Good morning, Mirabel.” Abuela says. Her expression not giving anything away.

“I have been thinking,” Mirabel started, now a lot more uncomfortable with all the eyes on her and still struggling with the weight of what she was doing. “I spoke hastily before and have behaved poorly these past two weeks, I apologise.” Her knees buckle, she plays it off as a bow before her grandmother. She keeps her eyes on the tiles. “If this inheritance is legally mine and you are all willing, then I would be honoured to do what I can for our family and community.”

She hears a chair scraping back and footsteps getting closer to her. A hand lifts her chin.

Abuela smiles at her, eyes shining. “Oh, nieta. I am so proud of you.” She almost chuckles fondly as she pulls Mirabel back onto her feet. She turns her around to the rest of the table, the ones who are aware are bursting with happiness and pride, and had only been quiet to give Abuela her moment. “We have a new matriarch!”

All the fanfare of that night repeats itself, this time with more confidence and oomph, knowing there will be no more incidents. And of course there are the added voices of those who weren’t here before.

“This is brilliant, hermanita!” Luisa exclaimed, getting up and hugging her before anyone else could. “You’re going to do wonderful things for this family. And the community.”

“You can finally show this town a thing or two!” Bruno whooped.

“I told you it was good news!” Antonio gleamed triumphantly, even if he didn’t fully understand.

Pepa and Félix were trying their best to explain it all to him, while the rest of the family were anything but helpful with their loud celebrations.

Camilo was throwing his own questions at anyone who would listen, but found he was completely ignored in favour of his primita. While Dolores kept her hands over ears, though that was doing little to quiet the noise, nodding along with what the others were saying.

Julieta and Agustín were trying to shoo Luisa aside, for at least a moment, so they could also shower their praise over the girl. And check to make sure she was alright after the last two weeks.

Abuela and Bruno were already pressing on with their plans for the future and what they would do next. There would be the rest of the town to tell and celebrations to be had - which is why they had started getting supplies early.

Isabela didn’t say a word.

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zedtiae · 19 days

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hiii its me again w my crappy confidence building exercises lol

sure as hell wasn't tagged but I'm taking the general invite floating around from a few blogs to give this a go. In return, I invoke @lunecycle to rise from the dead and post their characters again, as well as all the other lurkers out there wishing someone called them out to post. This is your sign fren :3c

now for the Zontliposting…

-- B A S I C S

name: Zontli of the Michoan Marsh

nicknames: when someone doesn't know her name anything goes. Once she gets closer in a relationship, however, Zontli is preferred

birthday: 74 of zephyr, 1284 AE (officially. She doesn't rember )

race: Asura

gender: cis female

orientation: bi and proud

profession: (master) alchemist and necromancer

-- P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

hair: gray

eyes: pale blue

skin: mainly pale white, freckled. Has pitch black markings around her eyes, ears, and down past her neck along the backside of her torso

tattoos/scars: arms, legs and torso all contain heavy scarring from self-experimentation. The biggest and most recent is a chunk missing from her left forearm that's just healed over, as well as two gnarly chunks missing around both knees

-- F A M I L Y

parents: had a golem pilot dad (who she loved) and a golemancy kreweleader mom (who she hated). Lost them both when she was an older progeny nearing adulthood

siblings: none

grandparents: had one (1) swamp witch grandma (who she adored)! Learned most about life from her / eventually came to treat her as her surrogate mother

in laws and others: has 2 ex-in-laws (who she hates). they banned her from rata sum over the marriage contract (though she's fairly grateful for the excuse not to go lol). Also has a rat bastard uncle acting as the current golemancy kreweleader after her progenitor kicked it (and she's fairly grateful for that too, all things considered)

pets: do wacky old golems count?

-- S K I L L S

abilities: utilizes a gloopy, corrosive shroud that embodies her hunger (and some subconscious) to carry out her intent. Masterfully skilled in rune, sigil and ward work. Masterfully skilled in all aspects of potion brewing. Adeptly skilled in fighting with daggers both in close quarters and as a projectile. Still learning how to adeptly wield a gun

hobbies: dancing (which she incorporates as she crafts), socially drinking and smoking, reading romance novels (especially paranormal and/or noble related ones), journaling, meditating

-- T R A I T S

most positive trait: generally does her best to keep an equal share (i.e. paying fairly, bartering with low income customers) and uplift those in need (i.e. giving free food to the hungry, selling potions in hard to reach areas). Is also very good with children

most negative trait: being an otherwise cold, distant and judgemental bitch who operates solely on her (very high) standards without ever conforming to what others want. Can also be terribly reckless when enabled

-- L I K E S

colors: blue ; sky blue

smells: can't really smell in a traditional sense anymore (thanks necromancy!) but does like the 'smell' of people she knows

textures: liquids, squishy stuff in general (i.e. mud, visera)

drinks: black coffee in the morning, whisky straight from the bottle in the evening!

-- O T H E R D E T A I L S

smokes: not anymore, lungs are too shitty for it now

drinks: too much. She's cutting down

drugs: occasionaly. She's cut down here too

been arrested: definitely (trespassing as an exile in Rata Sum, and the occasional illegal reagent / unpatented concoction trafficking bust in Desider Atum)

#.zed #.jpg #.txt #.gw2 #zontli

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harringrove-cafe · 5 months

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Really curious about the state of the kitchen after all these baking and cooking

A ficlet to answer your question!

The kitchen was literally turned upside down.

Billy and Steve had no idea what they were getting into when they invited all these people to bake and make beverages at the café.

Joyce and Hopper kept their station tidy. They didn’t have to make too many drinks, but they were really there to be chaperones. Joyce was nice enough to clean the coffee maker and wipe down some of the countertops. She also made sure everyone stayed hydrated and ate enough.

But she could only do so much in a kitchen full of chaos!

Now, Eddie, he was all over the place! He was making treats with Billy and Steve, another with Chrissy, one with Jason and another with Chrissy Billy and Steve! There were a lot of metal sandwiches being made, and that meant a lot of fires when toasting the marshmallows. A few aprons needed to be discarded because they caught fire. Billy’s hair also caught fire. Steve’s devastated that his boyfriend has split ends now.

Chrissy was the princess of the kitchen. She cleaned up after herself, helped however she could, and had a wonderful time baking and making drinks with everyone. She did get sleepy quite early, though, so Eddie set her down in the lounge and let her use his jacket as a blanket.

Jason, as it turns out, loves baking. He's quite the perfectionist and kept stressing himself out, but Eddie did everything he could to keep the momentum up and tell him how great their cookies looked. They goofed off a lot. Jason was shooting candy basketballs into Eddie's mouth. He didn't miss often, but when he did, the candies rolled around the floor and into spaces Eddie couldn't reach without his hand getting stuck.

Jason and Eddie tried to clean as they went along, because Billy kept side-eyeing them and they have no idea why, but they got tired and fell asleep. Billy will probably pick a fight with them before the night is over.

Jonathan and Argyle baked some brownies, ate a few and fell asleep as well. Billy is still waiting for them to wake up and clean up the mess they made. He tried to wake Argyle, but Argyle promised him some free purple palm tree delight if he let them sleep for "a little while longer" (a little while longer was 5 hours ago).

Lucas, El and Max, we know they made a huge mess. Mostly on purpose. Max started food fights with Billy, El flung ice cream and chocolate onto the ceiling and Lucas knocked over a couple of glass plates. He swore it was an accident, but Steve said he better pay it off from his allowance. Those plates were expensive, and fancy. Billy said he shouldn’t have bought them. They’ve been finding shards of glass on the floor for a day and a half now! Unfortunately, they have curfews, so they won't be there to help clean up. Billy's thinking about banning them for life, but Steve won't allow it.

Let’s not talk about Tommy being afraid of the deep fryer and getting oil all over the place...he almost started a grease fire!

He did, however keep his and Carol’s station clean. Carol cleaned the blender. She did a lovely job. She did punch the blender a few times, though, so it might not even work anymore...

Heather told Billy from the very beginning she wasn’t touching anything outside of her station because she didn’t want to get too dirty. Robin had other plans, though. She thought Heather would look cute with a chocolate button nose, and smeared some chocolate on her face. Heather tried to get her back by throwing some chocolate at Robin, but missed, so the kitchen wall got a nice chocolate snack.

Jason cleaned Chrissy and Heather’s station for them, because Heather is blackmailing Jason with something incredibly embarrassing (no idea what it is. maybe someone else knows?) and Heather is taking a nap with Chrissy in the lounge.

TL;DR the kitchen looks like it was hit by a tornado. Not to mention the portal in the wall that won’t close! There have been strange sounds coming from it for the past 24 hours, but I don’t have an answer for that at this time.

#harringrove cafe customer service #mod answers #harringrove cafe fics

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malboraslihan · 1 year

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serendipity. the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.

mobile vers.

trigger warnings and disclaimer: the verse will mostly surround the death of a close friend as well as many triggering themes such as depression, illness and such. please beware of that before applying/reading the plot.

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓

july 2016 marks the graduation of claudia madeira and her friends. the group of teenagers was known around the small town of harbor springs for their constant loud celebrations, rebellious ideas and even more, for having dreams that became too big for the city limits. it was a known fact, by their parents and anyone who could hear them daydreaming at the coffee shop, that they would leave town eventually. or at the very least, they would try to. so when the time came, the night after graduation, they followed their own paths and promised to never forget the memories they created in that small magical town from connecticut.

seven years later, things haven’t been good, for anyone. those who left, somehow ended up sucked back into town; by a relative who became ill, after losing their perfect job one day, after a break up completely broke them down.. the reasons are endless. and, of course, there are always those who never managed to escape, whose dreams were tucked into under their bed and plans stayed as just that, plans.

mrs. dolevan said it best, the town shifted the day the last one of them stepped foot into town. something was in the air, things weren’t working as well as they once did anymore. the town had grown old, there was no big group of teenagers running around and celebrating the life they were about to have. most kids had ended up finishing high school in the neighboring town, which made their parents move down there eventually. harbor springs was now a ghost town. with only the memories and echoes, family they left behind and childhood rooms that still held pictures of people they haven’t seen in years.

and claudia, of course. holding the promise she made to never leave harbor springs, and hiding the truth of her autoimmune disease from her best friends as they toasted to the last night together. she held the fort and kept their memory alive. and then, she saw each and every single one of them crawl back into town.

�� the doctors said it was bound to happen any day, the gossipers said she couldn’t handle another day of living with the fact they had all failed.

summary: a skeleton discord group verse based on the life of teenagers that were born in a very small town called harbor springs and grew up close experiencing traumatic things together but promised to get out of town (or at least try) once they graduated high school. seven years later, they’re all back to town for different reasons and one week after the last one of them arrives, claudia madeira, class president and their valedictorian, passes away from unknown reasons, causing them all to sit in a room together for her funeral. check out the pinterest board.

𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

1. your usual rp etiquette: no god modding, try to interact and plot with everyone. please, no ooc drama and if there’s any issues contact me or leesh privately so we can handle it directly.

2. muns and fcs must be over 21, the age range for muses is 25-27. no problematic fcs, the usual banned: no dead fcs, minors, people who have stated before they don’t want to be used in rps, all that jazz. i also reserve the right to deny any fc that makes me or anyone else uncomfortable.

3. please don’t join if you’re not planning on being active. i understand school, college, work and all that can get in the way and that this is only a hobby but in order for a group to work people must be present at least once or twice in the day or a few hours a week.

4. this won’t be first come first serve, each mun can apply for ONE MUSE. i know there’s no way i can know for sure so this is basically based on trust and a suggestion but i’d love if we could bring new/undeveloped muses to the verse. the plot is heavy on development and in character building to i feel muses that haven’t been completely fleshed yet would benefit more from this setting.

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the allegiant. the black sheep. considered the disgrace of a family or group. the insurgent. rebels, stirs up conflict, goes against the norms. the facade. someone who hides behind a mask. the connard. the fallen angel. someone who fell from a high point in their life. the lothario. / the vixen. the luminary. the leader the icarian. spontaneous and adventurous; a free spirit. the pristine. pure, innocent, unspoiled, uncorrupted.

(you can find inspo posts for each label on the pinterest board.)

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

if they left town: ( faceclaim, age, gender, pronouns ) can you honestly believe FIRST LAST NAME is back in town? they’re probably around AGE IN LETTERS now and i think they became a OCCUPATION. god, it was only a few years ago they were screaming about how they would PLANS ONCE THEY LEFT TOWN, right? i don’t know what changed but i heard some rumors that REASON THEY CAME BACK. either way, we should all be glad we got our local LABEL back on our streets, who knows what they’ll do next. ( alias, url, tmz, age )

if they stayed in town: ( faceclaim, age, gender, pronouns ) can you honestly believe FIRST LAST NAME never left town? they’re probably around AGE IN LETTERS now and i think they became a OCCUPATION. god, it was only a few years ago they were screaming about how they would PLANS ONCE THEY LEFT TOWN, right? i don’t know what changed but i heard some rumors that REASON WHY THEY DIDN’T LEAVE. either way, we should all be glad we got our local LABEL on our streets, who knows what they’ll do next. ( alias, url, tmz, age )

the app can be sent through my submit and while it’s not mandatory, i’d love if you could attach a pinterest board or a small paragraph about your muse or how they relate to their label. nothing fancy, no need to write a full on bio, just a bit more info if possible!

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the allegiant: omar apollo (barbie) the black sheep: steph mandich (adri) the insurgent: nico haraga (amanda) the facade: rish shah (jana) the connard: sophie thatcher (ron) the fallen angel: teresa seco (lina) the vixen: jamilla strand (leesh) the luminary: drew starkey (bee) the icarian: ange jose (marie) the pristine: sabrina carpenter (ivy)

+ camila morrone (kate) and michael cimino (dj)

#tw death #okay friends it's happening <3 #honestly let me known if you have any questions but #my idea is just a very chill group focusing on development and world building #lots of plotting and creating our muse's backstories together..#okay i'm hyped i'll start rambling #discord rp

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naesarangyunho · 1 year

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Winning Hand- Lee Heeseung

[I don't own these images credits to the original owners]

NSFW MINORS DNI

A/N: This was requested by a follower on Wattpad (I wonder how long it's gonna be before Wattpad bans my smut💀)

Synopsis: Y/n and Heeseung have a sleepover at his place and she asks him to teach her to play Uno but she's a sore loser and changes the game to Truth or Dare and naturally new truths and confessions are brought forth (I suck at summaries)

Contains: best friends to lovers, Childhood friend!Heeseung, fingering, thigh riding, unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it, everyone), squirting, they defile the poor living room carpet send help, I'm not that proud of this piece and the end is kinda cringey sorry

"Not fair." Y/n bit out and Heeseung just laughed.

"You're the one who wanted to play." He said with a shrug, reshuffling the Uno card deck now that the game was over once more with him scoring yet another win.

Y/n threw her handful of cards across the coffee table at him, "I asked you to teach me, not wreck me."

Heeseung raised an eyebrow, "Wreck you?"

Y/n blushed lightly and rolled her eyes, "Trust you to make it sexual."

He snorted and started dealing the cards out again.

"Can't you at least go easy on me?" Y/n pleaded and he looked at her from across the table.

"Why would I ever go easy on you?"

Why the hell did his low voice and words make her heart skip a beat? Unwarranted thoughts flashed across her mind. And she had just poked at Heeseung for making things sexual, how hypocritical of her.

"You good? You went quiet for a moment there."

She flushed and nodded, "Yeah, sorry, just zoned out a little."

He didn't seem convinced as he noticed the pink tint to her cheeks but he let it slide.

"You go first." He gestured to her cards.

The game started off fine but soon enough he beat her completely once more.

"Uno!" Heeseung called out as he slammed his last card down on the wooden surface of the table. She groaned out in frustration, chucked her remaining cards onto the table and fell back onto the soft carpet of Heeseung's living room, her crossed legs bumping the edge of the table a little harder than she would like with how fast she fell back. She jolted upright again and rubbed at her knees and Heeseung laughed at her.

"Shut up, you idiot." She grumbled and he just laughed more.

She reached forward and pushed all the cards towards her best friend, "I don't wanna play this game anymore."

"Sore loser."

"I swear to god, I'm going to hit you."

He waved his hands around with mock wide eyes, "Oh, I'm so scared,"

"Do it, I dare you." He deadpanned, a teasing glint in his eyes.

She glared at him before standing up, making her way around the coffee table and attacking him. He fell back onto the floor with a chuckle and grunt as she pounced on him and pinned him to the floor.

He smirked up at her, wiggling his arms in her grip, "Is this the best you can do?"

She flushed at the sight of him smirking up at her like that and faltered. She huffed and flicked his forehead hard before getting off of him.

He sat up and rubbed his forehead with a pout, "Bitch."

"Excuse me?"

He held his hands up in front of him, palms out, "I say that with all the affection in my heart."

She just rolled her eyes and got comfortable next to him on the floor, "Let's play something else instead."

"Like what?"

"I don't know…Truth or Dare?"

"There's literally only two of us? And you've known me for years now, what is there to find out?"

"I don't know, you never know." She said with a shrug.

"Fine, you're going first though. I need to try and think of a question or dare first."

"Okay, truth or dare?" She crossed her legs and rested her hands on her calves.

"Truth. Unlike you, I'm not a coward."

She glared at him but her glare faded as she tried to think up a question.

"Uhh… Worst kiss you've ever had?"

"That's not really how this game's supposed to work but whatever," He looked thoughtful for a moment before answering, "Probably my first. Sentimental and all but that girl had horrible breath."

She snorted out a laugh, "I remember her and it doesn't surprise me."

"Okay, my turn. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"Worst kiss you've ever had?"

"That's plagiarism."

"I don't care, just answer the question."

"Fine," She huffed, "Probably that one time I got drunk at Jake's birthday party and kissed him. He was very drunk and uncoordinated."

Heeseung felt a twinge of jealousy in his chest at this new information, "You kissed Jake?"

She felt a little guilty, realising she'd never actually told him. Why hadn't she? She could definitely think of a reason.

"Yeah, he didn't even remember it in the morning."

"Did you like him?"

"That's two questions. Wait your turn."

He huffed and said "Truth" before she even asked, eager to get back to his turn.

"Is it true that you threw up on your last date?"

His ears lit up, "Yes, I didn't feel well and she insisted on dancing with me."

Y/n burst out laughing, "Oh my god, why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it's embarrassing." He grumbled.

She reached out and ruffled his hair affectionately, "Dumbass."

He swatted her hand away and fixed his hair, "Okay, it's my turn now. Did you like Jake?"

"You know what? At this point, we might as well just ask questions instead of 'is it true that?' "

Heeseung nodded, "Yeah. Now answer the question."

He seemed eager to know and she wondered why.

"I think I did for a little, otherwise why would I have kissed him? But whatever crush it was, it was very short-lived."

Despite her admission that it was short-lived, Heeseung still felt jealous.

"Okay, Heeseung, have you ever had a crush on any of the people we know?" Y/N asked after a while of contemplation.

He looked at his lap, "Yes."

She felt a pang of jealousy at his response and flipped through the possible candidates in her head. Who was it? He ignored her questioning gaze and pressed on, "Have you ever had a crush on anyone we know?"

She felt her cheeks heat up and she didn't even bother to call him out on his stealing of her question again.

"Yes." She responded quietly after a while and this time it was Heeseung who felt a pang of jealousy.

"Who?"

"That's not how this game works. It's my turn."

He groaned internally.

"Who did you have a crush on?" She questioned, throwing his own question back at him and she didn't miss the way he looked away from her.

"Dare?"

"We changed the game, remember? Why are you avoiding the question?"

"Because I still like her and I'd rather eat glass than tell her that." He deadpanned.

What the hell?

"That's a bit dramatic."

"Whatever."

"Okay, I'll change my question. Do I know the person?"

He still didn't look at her as he responded with, "Yes."

She was burning with curiosity. How bad could it be that he didn't want to tell her?

"Who did you like?"

"I.." She froze, "I'd rather eat glass." Than admit it's you she finished silently.

"Okay, do I know him?"

"Yes."

Heeseung hummed. Fair enough.

"Have you been crushing on him for long?"

"Yes."

"Have you been crushing on her for long?"

"Yes."

"Okay, um.. Ever had dirty thoughts about your crush?" He questioned and she felt her ears heat up.

"W-what kind of question is that?" She stammered and he chuckled at her expression,

"A question. Now answer it."

She stared at him, hoping he'll change the subject but he seemed determined.

"Maybe…"

Heeseung laughed, "Your cheeks are so red."

"Shut up." Of course they'd be red, she just admitted she'd had dirty thoughts about him. Not that he knew that.

"Have you had dirty thoughts about her?"

"A lot more than I'd like to admit," Heeseung responded honestly. He seemed a little more confident in his answers now.

"You must like her a lot, huh?" Y/n responded with a half-hearted smile that Heeseung didn't fail to notice. If he didn't know any better, he'd say she seemed jealous.

"Yeah, I do." He admitted with a soft smile that had her heart fluttering. She reminded herself he wasn't talking about her.

"Your turn." She prompted after a moment of silence where he seemed to be watching her carefully.

"Who do you like?"

"Heeseung, I already said-"

"You'd rather eat glass but I'm dying to know."

"Die then." She responded bluntly.

Heeseung knew that usually, she'd tell him pretty much everything, including crushes so was it possible that…

"Okay, different question. Have you ever had a crush on me?"

Her breath hitched, her eyes widened and her cheeks warmed up, giving Heeseung pretty much all the confirmation he needed.

"You've had one, haven't you?" He murmured, leaning forward a little.

She gulped and stared at him. Fuck it, he was her best friend- if things got awkward between them they could always work through it, right? Besides, he asked her.

"Have. Have a crush on you."

Heeseung's eyes widened a little and he sat back, his heart rate picking up. Sure he'd had his suspicions but now that she'd confirmed it…

"Wow." Was all he could come up with, a little stunned.

"I'm sorry." She murmured, looking down at her lap.

He shook his head and reached forward to put a hand on her knee, "Don't be. Don't you wanna know who I have a crush on?"

She looked up reluctantly, "Who is it?"

His hand left her knee to cup her face instead, "You."

Now it was her turn to be stunned.

"Truth or Dare?" Heeseung asked softly and with the warmth of his hand cupping her face so gently she couldn't even remember whose turn it was. Her pulse picked up as she registered the growing warmth in Heeseung's gaze.

"Dare." She whispered, being brave for a change.

His gaze flicked down to her lips for a split second before moving back to her eyes- a movement that was not missed by Y/n and her racing heart.

"Kiss me," he whispered and her heart jolted.

Her gaze moved down to his lips and despite how nervous she was, she followed through with the dare by gently pressing her lips to his. He smiled and held her face as he kissed her back, turning the small peck into a proper kiss before she even realised.

It felt so good to finally kiss him after pining after him for so long, although she could barely believe the current situation.

She reached forward to wrap her arms around his neck as he gradually deepened the kiss, his tongue finding hers. The feeling of his tongue in her mouth and his other hand stroking along her thigh had a heat rising to her skin. She kissed him back a little harder and felt his fingers trace dangerously close to her inner thigh. He broke the kiss to look at her and her flushed cheeks and hooded eyes.

"You said you've had dirty thoughts about me? What do you think about?"

She averted her gaze and ignored his question. He slowly dragged his fingers over her inner thigh, causing a shiver to run through her body.

"Wanna know what I think about?" He murmured and she turned to face him again.

The hand cupping her face lifted to gently brush her hair from her face, his eyes not leaving hers, "Most often I think about you falling apart on my fingers."

She could hear her pulse racing in her ears and felt the way her core began to ache at his words.

"I think about what you'd sound like, what my name would sound like rolling off your tongue as you cum."

Her breath hitched, "Heeseung..."

"What do you think of?" He asked once more.

She gulped, "Your thighs."

"My thighs?"

She nodded.

"What about them?"

"I…"

"You wanna ride them?"

She blushed and looked away again, "Maybe."

He cupped her face in his hand again and made her face him, "You're so adorable all flustered like this. Having such dirty thoughts about your best friend but acting so innocent around me."

She couldn't even formulate a response, too distracted by his hands on her and his low register only served to fuel her need for him.

"I wonder…" His fingertips brushed beneath the hem of her sleep shorts, "Do you touch yourself when you think of me?"

Her eyes widened, when did Heeseung become this bold? It was like a switch had flipped in him.

"Sometimes… " She sheepishly admitted and he groaned, his thumb dragging over her bottom lip, "That's so hot."

She kissed his thumb, "Do you?"

He nodded, "All the time."

A spike of pure arousal shot straight to her core and she pressed forward to kiss him again, hard and desperate. She was aching for him now. His words and the images they evoked egged her on. He pulled her into his lap and she groaned at the feeling of him half-hard beneath her. She couldn't help but push down against him. He gasped softly against her mouth and held her hips down, pushing her down onto him. She circled her hips, seeking friction to alleviate some of the ache building between her legs. He bit her lip and rocked his hips up into her a little and she gasped into his mouth. One of his hands slid up her shirt and she whimpered as she felt his hand on her bare breast.

"Fuck." He groaned as he heard the sound fall from her lips. He kneaded the soft flesh gently, his palm rubbing over her sensitive nipple and drawing another breathy sound from her mouth.

"You sound so pretty already, how beautiful would you sound if I touched you?"

"I don't know, how about you find out." She panted.

He crushed their lips together again, his other hand sliding down between their bodies to cup her in his palm. She pushed down against his hand immediately with another whimper and he groaned.

"Can I touch you? Properly?" He murmured and she nodded fervently.

He eased her back onto the fluffy carpet again and tugged at her waistband. She reached down and helped him tug her shorts down and kicked them off once they reached her ankles. His fingers then moved to pull her panties down but she reached down to stop his hand.

"What's wrong?"

"Shy."

He smiled and stroked her cheek, "You don't need to be."

She slowly retracted her hand under his reassuring gaze and let him slide her panties down to her knees. He paused to look at her now that she was exposed to him and she threw an arm over her face in embarrassment. She knew for a fact that she was soaked already and he'd barely touched her. He reached forward and glided his fingers over her wetness and the movement had her clenching and she could practically feel his smirk knowing that there was no way he didn't feel that.

"You're so much better than I could've imagined. So pretty and wet for me." He murmured and she whimpered as he stroked her again, this time applying a bit of pressure and dragging his fingers through her folds. She gasped and tried instinctively to close her legs but he held her thigh tight in his other hand. He slowly traced his fingers up and down before his searching fingertips finally found their target and circled her clit slowly.

"Oh," She moaned out and he smiled to himself before applying a little more pressure.

The hand covering her face shot out to grip the carpet as he continued to touch her, speeding up his motions a little as he rolled her sensitive bud between his fingers. He suddenly stopped and she whined at the loss of stimulation but felt his fingers gently press against her entrance.

"Can I?" He asked softly and she nodded.

"Please, Heeseung. I need you to touch me."

It felt so good to hear those words come from her mouth and he could feel the way his dick had begun to strain against the fabric of his sweatpants. He slowly slid one finger into her, pleased at the way her warmth wrapped around his digit and he couldn't help but imagine how heavenly it would feel to be inside of her.

He slowly pumped his finger in and out of her, his finger bent and dragging along the roof of her walls until he finally found the angle that had her crying out. He pressed on, his actions fuelled by the moans that had begun to fall from her lips. After a while, his first finger was joined by a second and he picked up the pace, determined to bring her to a climax.

He pistoned his fingers in and out of her and let go of her thigh to push her shirt up and find her breasts again. Soon enough the feeling of his fingers inside her and his hand on her breast had her hurtling over the edge with a cry of his name.

He nearly moaned at just how good she looked and sounded and instantly kissed her once her orgasm had faded away. She kissed him back, struggling at first but the more his mouth pressed at hers the harder her kisses became. He tugged her up and pulled her panties off completely before tugging her into his lap, his legs spread out before him now.

He broke the kiss, "Thigh."

"What?"

He kissed her again, "Ride my thigh. I want to see what you've been fantasising about."

She blushed but felt heat settle in her belly once more at the thought.

"Heeseung, I'm soaked though. I'm gonna mess your sweats up."

"I don't really care about the pants but I think I wanna feel just how soaked you are."

She was about to ask him what he meant before he lifted her a little to kick off his pants, leaving him in only his boxers, before settling her in his lap again.

"There, no more sweatpants."

"Heeseung, I don't know about this…"

"Please?"

She bit her lip and shifted and he helped her to straddle one of his muscular thighs. He groaned the instant he felt how wet she was against his skin. Her cheeks flushed and he kissed her, "Don't be embarrassed, I like it."

His hands found their way to her waist and he squeezed her hips gently, urging her to move. She was so embarrassed by this situation, even though she'd fantasised about it for so long and dropped her head onto his shoulder, hiding her face.

He lifted a hand to pull her face away from his shoulder and kissed her, "I said you don't have to be embarrassed."

She just nodded and kissed him again as she finally found the confidence to rock her hips forward.

"There you go, sweetheart." He murmured against her lips before connecting their lips in a heated kiss again. She gasped into his mouth at the feeling of her gliding over his skin, creating the most delicious friction possible and his hands moved to her hips again.

As she continued to rock her hips, the knot in her stomach tightened further and further, creating an intense desire to orgasm within her and she couldn't help but quicken the pace of her movements, chasing after what her body so badly wanted. Heeseung's hands gripped her hips tight, helping to guide her movements as she grew closer to the edge and began to lose her rhythm.

She kept moaning over and over and the sound of her and the sight of her face contorted in pleasure as she rode him was almost enough to push him over the edge himself and he could feel the way his dick had started leaking in his pants, aching for attention of its own.

She gripped his shoulders tight as she moved and soon enough she came with a whimper for the second time that evening, her face falling forward onto his shoulder as she fought to regain her breath after.

He kept one hand on her waist and stroked her hair with the other, "How do you feel? As good as you imagined?"

She pressed a kiss to his neck, "Better."

He hummed in contentment and brought her face to his again, pressing his lips to hers.

She cupped his jaw and kissed him back. She didn't think she could get tired of kissing him. His kiss went from being soft and loving to becoming feverish, his hands roaming her body, and she recalled the way he had been hardening earlier against her earlier.

She broke the kiss and he opened his eyes to look at her, "What's wrong?"

"Don't you want help? I've already cum twice now, I should return the favour."

He felt his dick twitch at the prospect but shook his head, "You don't have to, it's alright."

She dropped her gaze to his lap and the very obvious tent in his pants accompanied by a wet stain.

"Are you sure?" She asked, looking back up at him.

He gulped as she pressed a finger over the wet spot, right into the head of his dick.

"I mean, it would be very much appreciated." He finally admitted and she smiled before palming him slowly.

He inhaled sharply and his hands grabbed her waist again in support as she tugged his boxers down to free his aching, leaking member and wrapped her fingers around it and gave it a tug.

She frowned in contemplation for a moment before looking up at him with flushed cheeks. He raised an eyebrow in question and she swallowed thickly before opening her mouth.

"Do you wanna…"

"Wanna what?"

"Wanna actually… have sex?" She asked softly, looking away from him.

His heart skipped a beat and his dick twitched in her hand. He pulled her tighter against him and kissed her hard, "Yes. God, yes."

She smiled nervously against his mouth and he smiled too before his fingers tugged at her pyjama shirt, "Can I take this off?"

"Only if you take yours off. I can't be the only naked one here."

He laughed and made quick work of pulling his shirt up and over his head before doing the same to hers. He stared at her bare chest and she resisted the urge to cover up under his gaze. He reached up and ran his fingers over the soft curve of her breast before he circled her nipple, watching in fascination as she gasped and it hardened as goosebumps formed along her skin. He leaned in and kissed her neck and collarbone as he palmed her breasts and she leaned her head back but it didn't take long for an ache to settle between her legs.

"Heeseung, please."

His hands were instantly guiding her body off of him to lay back on the soft carpet. He made quick work of removing his boxers completely and she barely had time to take in his naked body before he was settled over her.

He gently kissed her forehead, "You sure about this?"

She nodded, "Yes."

He gave her a searching look and after finding no traces of doubt in her eyes he reached between their bodies and touched her again, his fingers making their way inside of her once more.

She bit her lip at the feeling but gripped his arm, "I think it's safe to say I'm well-prepped already."

He nodded and removed his fingers, instead wrapping them around his dick and lining himself up with her entrance.

He stilled suddenly and looked at her, "I don't have a condom."

"It's fine, I'm on birth control."

"Are you sure?"

She reached up and rested her hand on the back of his neck, "Very. I want you inside me."

He groaned, "God, it sounds good to hear you say that."

He lined himself up again before slowly pushing into her. His thinking earlier had been correct- being inside her was heavenly.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss as he slid himself into her until he bottomed out. He stayed like that for a moment before she got impatient and started rolling her hips.

"Please, Hee, please."

"Okay, I've got you."

She whimpered when he finally started moving and he kissed her as he did so, he too still not getting enough of her kisses.

"You feel so good, baby. So good." He mumbled against her lips and she couldn't help but think he felt good too. Having him close to her and inside of her like this was better than she could have ever imagined.

He kissed her as he thrust into her and as their pleasure grew with each further thrust and he couldn't kiss her properly anymore, he nuzzled his face into her neck instead, one of her hands lost in his dark hair and the other gripping the carpet.

He lifted her leg and wrapped it around his waist and soon enough louder cries of pleasure were heard as he hit her spot over and over. The sound was music to his ears and only fuelled his actions further.

"You sound so- ah- beautiful like this," He panted into the skin of her neck and all she could do was nod deliriously as her third orgasm of the evening approached swiftly. He could feel the way her walls began to tighten around him as she neared her climax and picked up the pace, the lewd sounds of skin meeting skin echoing through his small living room.

His own orgasm wasn't too far away either, the feeling of being this close to her and bringing his fantasies to life as well the sounds of her moans and whimpers damn near drove him over the edge.

"I don't know how much longer I'm going to last, baby." He mumbled against her neck and she let go of the carpet to wrap an arm around him instead.

"Then don't. Let go, love."

His hips stuttered at her words, "Where do you want me?"

Her fingers pressed into his back and she turned her head to press a kiss to his hair, "Inside me."

"Oh fuck," He groaned before he came hard, buried deep inside of her.

The way he bit into her neck and the feeling of him filling her up had her spiralling and falling straight off the edge alongside him with a choked cry of his name. He continued to piston his hips and the weight of a third overwhelming orgasm and the feeling of overstimulation had her cumming harder than before and Heeseung moaned as he felt a warm flush of liquid wash over his length.

Y/n stiffened and felt heat rise to her face as she realised what had happened and felt her release drip out of her but Heeseung just gripped her thigh tighter and kissed her neck, "That's so fucking hot."

"I'm sorry."

He lifted his head to kiss her flushed cheeks, "What do you have to be sorry about? The best sex I've had in my life?"

She blushed, "Your carpet."

He laughed, "Who cares, I can just get it cleaned."

He slowly pulled out of her and Y/n instantly missed him inside of her but she cringed at the slick feeling between her legs.

Heeseung kissed her once more before helping her up, "Let's go get cleaned up."

She let him carry her to the bathroom and nearly moaned at the feeling of warm water engulfing her as Heeseung eased her into the bath with him.

She leaned back against his body with a content smile as he gently wiped her body down with a warm cloth and soap. A part of her expected this all to be awkward, to be honest. She and Heeseung had been best friends since before they could even walk and the fact that after all these years he returned her feelings was something she'd never truly expected. But this surpassed all her imagined scenarios and expectations. She couldn't be happier than she was just then.

"You're so quiet. What are you thinking about?" He murmured, kissing her temple.

"You."

"Me?" His hand stilled on her thigh.

She hummed, "Yes,"

He smiled and reached up to tilt her head up and kiss her softly, "What about me?"

"How happy you're making me right now,"

"Well, be prepared, because there is more coming. Provided you accept that I'm now most certainly your boyfriend."

She chuckled, "And if I don't?"

"No kisses."

She snorted and rolled her eyes, "Please."

He reached up to tickle her waist, forcing a giggle from her lips, "I'm serious."

She rolled her eyes again and gripped his chin between her thumb and forefinger, "Fine, you're my boyfriend, now kiss me."

He grinned, cupped her face in his hand and nuzzled his nose against hers before finally pressing his lips to hers and she instantly melted into the kiss with a sigh.

As she lay there in his arms, the afterglow of pleasure still in her bones and the warmth of the bath water surrounding she couldn't help but think that true, she might not have been dealt a winning hand by the Uno cards but some how she had been dealt one by life.

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