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moonlight-prose · 2 years

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♱ LOVE POTION ♱

a/n: i am posting this a day late which i didn't mean to do! kinktober is kicking my ass and we're barely getting to the end of the first week. but i am determined to fucking finish the list this year. i hope y'all enjoy!

day seven - squirting | kinktober 2022

summary: eddie acquires a new taste.

word count: 1.1k+

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader

warnings: MINORS DNI, cussing, oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting, slight overstimulation.

“Eddie!” you squealed so loud you were afraid his neighbors would hear you loud and clear. Who were you kidding, they definitely heard you. Each and every time you made the choice to come home with him they heard you—if their glares the next morning were anything to go off of.

Your fingers dug into the bedsheets, head pressed into the pillow until your ears were muffled. You were pretty sure if you tried to say anything else all that would come out of your mouth was his name—like it had been for the past forty minutes. He asked to go down on you. Which wasn’t something you ever said no to when it came to Eddie, but then he kept going. Refusing to let up until your eyes were crossed and your thighs were shaking from simply being up on his shoulders for so long.

His head lifted, chin dripping in your multiple releases and you came to the conclusion that he had never looked so hot before in your life. If you still had some coherency left in your mind you’d tell him that. But his fingers were curling towards the spot in you that forced words out of your head faster than his name spilled from your lips.

Keening, you felt your stomach tighten to an almost painful degree, his name being let out into the room again at a decibel loud enough for all of Hawkins to hear. You’d be lucky if you could fucking walk tomorrow.

“I can’t,” you managed to mumble, his fingers still pumping in and out at a leisure pace. Yet even with just that he sent you hurtling towards another orgasm. One that felt entirely different from the others.

Eddie smiled, pressing a wet and messy kiss to your right inner thigh. “C’mon baby I know you got one more in you.”

You blamed your body for the way it reacted to his slurred words, as if he was drunk on the taste of your pussy. Gasping for air, you felt your walls tighten around his fingers, dragging them back into you. That was all it took for him to duck down again, his tongue circling at your clit and drawing the pleasure so taut in your body you were afraid you would combust.

Yanking at his hair, you tried to make some sense in your brain, but his fingers were speeding up and he was sucking your clit into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you. Something was building up in your body—a different feeling from before—and you chased it. Grinding your hips against his face, your mouth fell open when he began to press a fourth finger into you. The stretch burned slightly before melting away into an insurmountable amount of pleasure.

“Fuck!” you screamed, digging the side of your face into his pillow that was wet from your tears.

He moaned, his eyes falling shut as you leaked into his awaiting mouth. Every swipe of his tongue drove you even higher and you weren’t sure whether to tear him away or press him even closer.

“You taste so good,” he groaned, grinding his hips into the mattress at the sight of you begging him for mercy.

“I can’t.” You were breathing heavily, your eyes screwed shut. “I–It’s too much.”

He nibbled on your thigh, fingers spreading your pussy for him to see fully. “One more,” he murmured. “Can you give me that princess? You’re so beautiful when you cum I just wanna see it one more time.”

Opening your eyes, you met his and nearly shattered right then and there. His pupils nearly swallowed the entirety of that brown you loved so much. A wide grin on his face made him look as if he were four beers in and absolutely craving more. His hair was mussed, a shine on his lips and chin that caused heat to coil deep in your stomach, spreading to the very tips of your toes.

You wanted to give him what he wanted; the need to satiate the growing hunger in your body worse than before. So you agreed. Said yes baby I can give you one more, and lost all the breath in your lungs when he sealed his mouth over your pussy.

He doubled down on his efforts, driving you to the very edge within moments. Tugging sharply on his hair, you felt something in you shift and with one more strike of his fingers curling into you and his tongue laving over your clit, you snapped.

Your back arched off the bed as you screamed his name. White flashed behind your eyes; the searing orgasm you’d been reaching for now slammed into your body with full force. It rendered you immobile, forcing you to simply take every blissful second of it. Eddie moaned, working you through your release with fast thrusts of his fingers, his hips thrusting into the bed the longer you kept going. Until eventually you felt the pleasure shift into a sharp pain and you had to drag him away by his hair.

Panting, you tried to shift your legs off his shoulders, but found that the rest of your body wouldn’t respond to your wants. It’s as if Eddie had cut off any messages meant to travel to your brain—leaving you to just lay there. The inside of your thighs felt wet with something, the air now causing you to shiver.

“Eddie?” you breathed, cracking your eyes open to see his blurry face hovering over yours.

“That was so fucking hot.”

“What was?”

“You came so hard you squirted.”

Your eyes opened fully, disbelief taking over your still numb mind. “I—what?”

Taking in his demeanor you saw the way his face and chest were covered in a shiny slick. It wasn’t until he began dragging his fingers through it and sucking it off did you realize that you did that. That was yours. You weren’t sure whether you should be embarrassed or turned on, but his reaction caused the latter to win that internal war.

Dragging him closer, you pressed your lips to his, moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue. “Can you make me do that again?” you breathed.

You’d never seen him smile so wide before, his lips attaching to yours for a moment, his tongue sliding hotly against yours.

“I’m planning on it, princess,” he replied. “I want you to squirt in my mouth again. Taste’s so fucking good I’m gonna crave it all the time now.”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond, already kissing his way down your body until he was positioned back where he was before. A lazy grin on his lips and determination in his eyes.

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tomurasprincess · 4 years

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A Caged Dove Finale (Shouto Todoroki x Reader)

Summary: You are a princess from a smaller territory within the kingdom, summoned to the castle to meet with the heir of the throne in the absence of your parents. You think it will simply be a routine trip, until you realize that Prince Shouto has his own plans for you. Whether you agree with them or not.

Pairing: Prince Shouto Todoroki x Reader Rating: Explicit + Word Count: 4.8k Chapter Warnings: Dubcon, forced pregnancy, pregnant sex, praise kink, lactation kink, yandere Series Warnings: Dubcon, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, breeding, pregnant sex, praise kink, lactation kink, stalking, yandere. Some vague descriptions of pregnancy stuff, including morning sickness. Note: Fairy Tale AU. (More Grimm than Disney). Well this is extremely bittersweet. The final part of my very first series (that I swore I would never do.) Despite cussing this story occasionally, I really loved writing it and I’m rather proud of the end result. I hope everyone else likes it just as much! Thanks: To @hisoknen, for reassuring me that the sex scene was indeed hot. And to @burnedbyshoto for being there to listen to me scream about attempting to write all of the Todorokis in one scene. And also for encouraging my deviant lactation kink.

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You let out a pained groan as you roll over in bed for what feels like the hundredth time in an hour, trying to find a more comfortable position. Something that was near impossible, considering the reason for your discomfort.

Despite your best hopes, you had gotten pregnant shortly after the wedding. You suppose it wasn’t so surprising, with how insatiable Shouto is. He was determined to have a child quickly, and refused to finish anywhere but inside you. He would take you multiple times a day, until you were so sore that you could barely walk. He was an attentive lover, at least, always making sure you finished as well. That you thoroughly enjoyed yourself, was nothing but a satisfied, boneless mess, sweaty and exhausted and more than ready to curl up with him and sleep.

There was one big positive to your pregnancy, however. You were able to leverage your condition to get Shouto to release your parents from their confinement. You convinced him that not knowing where they were and what was going on with them would only stress you further and harm the baby. It was not even much of a lie, as you were beginning to worry he had already had them killed and was hiding the truth from you. But you were proven wrong when he finally allowed you to see them.

They were not in as bad a condition as you assumed they would be, and were ecstatic to see you. Although they were horrified by what had happened to their daughter, the forced marriage and pregnancy, you reassured them that it was not so bad. Partly because it was the truth, as much as you hated to admit it, and partly because you were terrified they would do something stupid in order to rescue you.

It was this concern that led Shouto to accuse them of treason, but he merely had them stripped of their titles and lands, banished to another country with no political power. He made even this positive publicity, standing in front of a gathering to announce the news with a stricken look on his face, talking about how his beloved wife had begged for her parents’ lives. How he loved his wife too much to harm her in such a way, and had chosen the way of mercy, provided they left the country forever.

The kingdom loves him more than ever now. They whisper about what a beautiful love story it is, how Shouto went below his class to marry his true love. How he risked looking weak by allowing traitors to live, all because the love of his life begged for mercy. How the princess herself was so benevolent, forgiving the people who had hurt her.

You had asked Shouto for one last favor on the day of their banishment. You wanted to speak to your parents privately before they left, as you knew it was the last time you would ever see them. He relented after some pleading on your part, but warned you that his mercy would not extend to allowing them to live if they moved against him.

You agreed, of course. Even if you wanted to be rescued, there was no way you would risk their lives for it. So when you saw them off, you were the ones reassuring them as they sobbed. They told you to only say the word, and they would come for you, and would rescue you. You placed your hand gently on your stomach, reassuring them that you would be okay. That it wasn’t so bad to be married to Prince Shouto, that he took good care of you. What shocked you is the realization that you weren’t lying, that you were becoming more comfortable as his wife.

You think it started on the day that changed everything. The day you realized you were pregnant.

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You rush to the bathroom, barely making it before you violently throw up yet again. This had been happening for over a week now, and you couldn’t figure out why you were so sick. You thought at first that you may have gotten food poisoning, but that was unlikely with the palace chefs making sure you and the royal family had nothing but the best. And besides, when you made sure to eat different foods, the sickness still continued.

Your head swims with dizziness as another intense wave of nausea overtakes you. And that was when your sister-in-law poked her head into the bathroom, apparently having heard you rush to the bathroom in a panic.. “Are you okay in here?” She asks with concern in her voice.

“I’m fine,” you manage to choke out before turning back to heave. You have been so sick that there is really nothing left in your stomach, and you find yourself simply gagging instead. “Okay, maybe I’m not fine. I can’t stop throwing up.”

You see Fuyumi’s expression turn contemplative, before asking the question that turns your world on its axis. “Sweetie, when was the last time you had your period?”

Your eyes widen, your hand coming to clamp over your mouth to hold the gasp that was bubbling up inside of you. “I - oh god - I don’t know,” you whisper. “I don’t remember. A few months, maybe?”

Fuyumi goes from hopeful to pure joy within seconds of your confession. “Sweetheart, you’re pregnant!” She practically jumps up and down from the excitement, not even noticing your look of shock and despair. Or perhaps she is choosing to simply ignore it. “I’m going to be an aunt! And oh, Shouto is going to be over the moon when you tell him!”

“I didn’t think it would happen so quickly,” you whisper. In fact, you had secretly hoped it would not happen at all. A fact that you will never reveal to anyone. It’s not that you don’t want to be a mother. You always have, had even dreamed of it. But in this situation, it only drove home the true reality of your situation. You had no control over any aspect of your life anymore.

“You have to tell him immediately! Actually, let me go grab him for you. You can tell him now,” Fuyumi practically squeals as she turns around to leave the room. Before you can open your mouth to tell her that it can wait, the excited woman has already ran out the door. You let out a sigh, supposing that there is no use in delaying the inevitable as you pick yourself up from the floor.

By the time your husband enters the room, you’ve been able to freshen yourself up a bit. “Fuyumi said you had something to tell me?” Shouto’s face is a mask of concern as he sits beside you in the bed, pulling you close into his arms.

“I do,” you say hesitantly, not really sure how to begin this talk. But you figure that the best way is to just come right out and say it and not beat around the bush. “Shouto, I’m pregnant.”

It takes a second for the news to truly sink in, but when it does, the smile that takes over is truly radiant. The laughter that slips out is so pure that you find yourself smiling despite yourself. And when he pushes you down on the bed to put one hand over your stomach, you can’t stop your own laughter from spilling out.

“Do you think I can feel the baby kick,” he murmurs as he gently pushes on your stomach. You laugh a bit harder as you shake your head. “Honey, I’m pretty sure it’s way too early for that.”

It isn’t until he gives you a soft smile that you realize you called him honey.

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You’re pulled out of your thoughts by the door opening, and you glance up to see your husband walk in. He smiles at you as he takes his jacket and shoes off, looking happier than usual. His whole demeanor screams excitement, and something else you can’t put your finger on.

As he begins to get into night clothes, you decide to simply ask him. “You seem happier than you usually do after meeting with the nobility,” you note. “Did something happen?”

“Oh, something amazing happened,” his smile twists up into a smirk as he changes the subject, a sure sign that he’s done talking about this particular topic. You decide not to push for now, and mentally remind yourself to ask him about it later.

“How are you feeling, love?” He climbs into bed as he wraps his arms around you from behind, pulling you tightly into his embrace. He nuzzles at your neck, causing you to giggle.

“I feel like I’m about to pop, I’m so big. My feet are swollen and hurt, and my breasts are sore and leaking. But other than that, I’m fine,” you snark at him.

“My beautiful, hormonal wife,” he chuckles as he rolls you over, climbing on top of you but being careful not to put too much weight on your stomach. He plants kisses down your neck, sucking gently at your pulse point as his hands run smoothly up and down your sides.

“Shouto, I - you need to stop,” you whisper, not because you really want him to but because of how self conscious you feel about yourself as you are now.

“Is it because of this,” he murmurs as he touches your swollen stomach. You try to look away as he traces his fingertips across your belly, but he simply turns your face back towards him. You give him a quick nod in affirmation, and are surprised when he chuckles.

“Love, you have never looked more beautiful to me, all big and swollen with my child.” You can’t stop the way your heart pounds at his words, your face growing hot as he smiles at your reaction.

He begins to trail down your body, stopping to gently squeeze one of your breasts. You grab at his hand to try and pull it away, but he quickly stops you. “I told you, I’m -” you pause for a second, embarrassed to finish your sentence, before changing your mind and simply saying, “they hurt.”

“Hmm, I do believe I can help with that,” he smirks as his grip around your breast tightens. You let out a surprised gasp as milk leaks out, causing the front of your nightgown to develop a wet spot on the material. But the sound isn’t one of pain, but of pleasure at some of the pressure being relieved.

“Oh you like that, do you?” Shouto’s voice goes low and husky as he rips your shirt over your head. He leans down to knead a nipple between two fingers, licking his lips as more milk comes out. “Would hate to waste this, wouldn’t you?”

“Shouto, what are you - ahh!” You let out a moan as he latches around one of your nipples and begins to suckle. You make a move to stop him, to try and push him away. But you quickly realize you don’t actually want him to stop as the pain of being too full ebbs with every gulp he takes. So you simply trail your fingers through his hair and let him continue. “Oh god, that feels so good,” you moan out, throwing your head back against the pillow.

He pulls away just long enough to pull his pants down, letting his already painfully hard cock loose. You can see the red, swollen head already leaking precum, and he grips it in his fist as he moves to take your other nipple into his mouth. “You taste so fucking good.”

His grunts and groans as he strokes himself while drinking your milk has your pussy clenching around nothing, juices gushing out and making a mess of the bedsheets below you. You didn’t think this would feel so good, but the throbbing of your core tells you just how much you’re enjoying yourself. And if Shouto’s pace as he rubs himself is anything to go by, he is enjoying himself just as much.

“Dirty girl, I bet you could cum just from me drinking your milk. Do you like it that much?”

You reach down to thread your fingers around the back of his head, pulling him down to your aching nipple. “Please, don’t stop,” you whimper in a needy tone. He chuckles as he reaches down to rub your throbbing clit. “Cum for me, then. Cum while I’m sucking on these beautiful tits.”

You let out a sharp gasp as a wave of pleasure runs through your body. Shouto moves down to take a nipple into his mouth, licking the stray droplets of milk that leaked out. He groans as he continues to stroke himself in time with the tight circles across your clit.

Your face contorts in pleasure, toes curling as you find yourself tipping over the edge into a powerful orgasm. Shouto coaxes you through it, not letting up until you’re squirming from overstimulation, breath coming in harsh gasps.

“God, I have to be inside you right now,” he growls, pulling away almost entirely as he rips off your soaked panties with one quick movement and spreads your folds apart as he prepares to enter you.

You whine as his cock spreads you open, inch by inch. You’re so wet from your previous orgasm that he slips in without resistance, and so sensitive that you can feel every vein on his cock.

“Still so tight for me,” he groans as he finally bottoms out inside you, heavy balls resting against your backside. He puts his hands under your ass, lifting your hips off the bed as he begins to thrust inside your soaked pussy.

You can tell he’s trying to hold back, to be gentle with you. But when you reach up to fondle your breast, squeezing just enough for milk to dribble down towards your stomach, you know he’s reached his limit.

He growls as he begins slamming inside of you, leaning down to lick up the trail of milk before latching back onto the nipple. You clench down hard around his cock as you see his throat working as he sucks down your milk like a man starved.

His thrusts are so deep, so powerful that your breasts and round belly are bouncing and you’re unable to do anything but lay back and take it. He releases your nipple with a wet pop, rubbing his hand along your swollen stomach. “You look so good like this that I should keep you pregnant all the time,” he groans, “would you like that?”

You don’t answer, choosing to reach between your bodies to find your clit, but Shouto snarls and smacks your hand away before pinning both arms above your head with one hand. “I said, would you like that?” He pulls all the way to the entrance of your pussy before slamming back in with one powerful thrust. “Would you like to be bred constantly, all round with my children so I can pin you down like this and milk these tits?”

You whimper when his thrusts get more savage as he finds a sensitive spot inside of you and deliberately aims for it. You can feel your stomach begin to tighten, all of your nerves feeling like they’re on fire as you get closer to that edge. Your pussy won’t stop clamping down on Shouto’s cock as he pounds you into the mattress. But just as you reach the edge, you feel him begin to slow down. Your orgasm is suddenly pulled away from you as you hear a dark chuckle.

“Answer me, princess,” he whispers to you. Your lust addled mind can’t seem to comprehend what question he means. “Shouto, please,” you try to move your hips, push back on his cock to reach the orgasm that was denied. But he simply holds your hips firmly in place, preventing you from moving as he waits for his answer.

He makes an impatient noise when you still won’t answer, moving his fingers in between your soaked folds as he grazes your clit. His thumb grinds down on the sensitive bead, and he groans as he feels you clench around him. “Come on,” he coaxes, “tell me how much you want my cum, how much you want me to breed you again.”

You let out a choked sob at the pleasure running through you, body so oversensitive from hormones and your previous orgasm. You want nothing more than to cum again, to feel Shouto cum with you and fill you up. “Shouto, please breed me again,” you finally start to beg with no shame in your tone. “I need to feel you cum inside me again, please -”

He lets out a low growl as he abandons all sense of rhythm, pounding into your pussy like a man possessed. His hips pick up speed, wet noises of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with your combined grunts and moans. He deliberately hits your g-spot with every thrust, wanting you to come undone around his cock.

The pressure is building back up inside of you quickly, muscles in your stomach tightening and toes curling as your orgasm hits you hard, causing your pussy to flutter wildly around his cock and more milk to dribble out of your sore nipples. Shouto’s pace stutters at the sight, forcing his cock all the way inside of you as he leans over to lick your nipples clean. Just the taste is enough to send him over the edge of his orgasm, thick ropes of hot cum filling your pussy as he continues to drain you dry.

You both stay there for what feels like forever, but was probably only a few minutes, until Shouto gently lowers himself behind you. He pulls you carefully towards his body, nuzzling you as he kisses a wet line down the column of your neck. “I love you, you know,” he murmurs into your ear. “I’m so glad you’re mine now.”

You pause for a few seconds as you consider his words. It’s not the first time he’s used them, and it won’t be the last. Despite everything he’s done, you do believe him. It’s a possessive, all consuming love that will allow nothing else but you and your children together. But you believe it’s still love.

At your silence, Shouto lets out a disappointed sigh. That is one thing he has not been pushy about, told you that he was waiting for you to realize the truth and say the words yourself. You open your mouth to respond to him, although you’re not sure how, when someone comes barging through the door. Whatever words you were about to say die in your throat as you take in the appearance of the one who dared to intrude on Prince Shouto and his heavily pregnant wife.

You barely recognize Fuyumi, with her clothes being put on haphazardly and eyes bloodshot. Her face is splotchy and red, as if she’s been crying for a long time. And then you realize with a start that’s exactly what’s happening, as you see more tears run down her face. “Shouto, it’s - oh god, it’s Dad, he -”

Her words run over each other in a blur as she tries to finish her sentence. “Fuyumi, calm down and speak clearly. What’s going on with our dear old dad?” His voice comes out so cold that you almost don’t recognize it, and you can’t even begin to interpret the look on his face.

“He’s dead,” Fuyumi barely manages to get out before she begins to sob brokenly. “How can he be dead, I don’t understand -”

Shouto’s bearing changes immediately at her words as he begins to take over the situation. He orders Fuyumi to leave the room so he can get changed, instructing her on various procedures for what to do when the King of the realm dies. A nagging thought occurs to you at how odd it is that he knows all this information off the top of his head, before you try to mark it down as meaningless. Of course he would be trained in such things as the heir to the throne. But you’ve learned to trust your instincts, and right now they’re screaming at you.

“You need to get dressed, love,” he says as he kisses your forehead. “Until we know what’s going on, you need to stay close to me.” You quickly nod as you pull yourself reluctantly from the bed and begin to hunt for your clothes.

You’re both ready within 20 minutes, and you head to the Great Hall where everyone is gathered. You glance around and see the rest of the Todoroki family all gathered together, and you breathe a small sigh of relief that they’re okay. Queen Rei looks like she’s in shock, barely holding it together. Fuyumi has an arm around her as she tries to comfort her, but utterly fails due to how much she herself is crying.

What’s concerning is Prince Natsuo and Prince Touya, who simply look amused by the whole spectacle. Prince Touya’s face splits into a huge grin as he sees you and Shouto walk up to him, clapping his back with one hand. “Well then, I suppose congratulations are in order.”

Fuyumi comes out of her stupor long enough to glare at him. “Congratulations? Our dad is dead and you’re congratulating him?”

“Why wouldn’t I? He’s the King now,” Prince Touya chuckles. “Isn’t that right, brother? You do intend to take your rightful throne now, don’t you?”

Prince Natsuo has stayed quiet through this exchange, but you notice he is staring at Shouto with grim determination. As if he’s already decided something, and is merely waiting for the right moment to mention it.

“Of course I do,” Shouto nods. “I’ve prepared for this moment my whole life.” He glances over at you with a tender look in his eyes as he pulls you into his arms. “And now I have a beautiful wife and an heir,” he murmurs, running his hand over your stomach.

“Now you just need the spare,” Prince Touya snorts. “You ready for that, princess?” He snickers as he sees you turn away in embarrassment, but before he can continue to tease you, you’re interrupted by one of King Enji’s advisors. The man leans in to whisper something into your husband’s ear, and your husband simply nods and waves the man away.

Shouto motions for the rest of the family to come closer as he reveals what the advisor had told him. “It seems dear old dad was assassinated.” He breaks the news with no fanfare, no buildup, no emotion of any kind. But this information sends shockwaves through the rest of the family.

Queen Rei’s face goes completely blank, as if unable to process it. Fuyumi’s hand flies to her mom to contain her gasp. Touya simply starts laughing, looking at Shouto with what almost appears to be pride. And Natsuo remains completely silent, continuing to study Shouto as if he’s trying to figure something out.

“The kingdom will see unrest when the truth of this gets out,” Shouto continues as if he didn’t just drop a bomb through his family. “We’ll need to have the coronation quickly, so that there’s no panic. Ideally tomorrow, if we can get it set up.”

Fuyumi rushes towards Shouto, a look of pure fury on her face. “Dad’s dead and you’re already talking about taking over? Do you have any emotion over this at all?”

“Oh, I think our brother has a lot of emotions right now,” Touya gives a darkly amused laugh. “Don’t think it’s the same ones you’re having, though.”

Choosing to ignore his older brother, Shouto instead addresses his sister. “There’s nothing you or Mom can do tonight. Take her to your room. I’ll station guards outside just in case, and I’ll handle whatever planning needs to be done.”

Fuyumi looks like she’s going to demand to stay, but Queen Rei lays her hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “He’s right. There’s nothing we can do,” her voice comes out a reedy whisper, so quiet that you have to strain to hear her. But you notice the way she looks at Shouto before finally turning to leave. As if she’s never truly seen him before.

“Same for you, love,” Shouto pulls you into his arms to kiss your forehead. “You especially need to rest. I’ll walk you back to our room.”

You’re too tired to even think of protesting, and your feet and ankles already hurt from standing. So you nod and allow yourself to be taken away from the crowd and back into your room. “I’m going to be busy for a while taking care of everything, but I’ll make sure to check in on you.”

He places his hand on the side of your face, tracing a finger down your jawline before leaning in to give you a gentle kiss. And then he drops to his knees, gently lifting your shirt to plant another kiss on your round stomach. “Everything is going to be fine, I promise,” he murmurs. “I love you both.”

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Despite protests from Fuyumi and Rei herself, the coronation is being held the very next day, even before the king’s funeral. But if anybody else had any issues with the order of events, nobody spoke out about it.

You just finished getting helped into the floor length ball gown you would be wearing for the event when your husband walks in to see you. You see the look of appreciation on his face at your dress, designed to be flattering while also not concealing your pregnancy completely. “Are you nervous, my beautiful Queen?”

The full force of the word Queen hits you all at once. The former King Enji is dead, and your husband will take his place. You will be Queen, and your baby, whether son or daughter, will be the heir to the throne of the Todoroki Empire.

“Yes, I’m very nervous,” you admit quietly. “I didn’t expect this to happen so quickly. You inheriting the throne, I mean.”

Oh? I certainly expected it.” Shouto gives a deep chuckle that turns dark when he utters the next words. “Nobody else did, however. I made sure of that.”

A cold rush of emotion hits you all at once. You don’t want to believe it, you truly don’t. But it confirms what you already know, deep in your heart. Shouto is the one who orchestrated the king’s death. His own father’s death. Your understanding must be written plain as day across your face, because he’s smirking at you when you glance over.

“You know, he intended to pass a law that stated he could annul a marriage, if it were proven to be illegitimate,” he says conversationally. “I couldn’t let that happen. Couldn’t let his hatred blind him into ruining the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love you so much, and our baby.”

It feels like your heart jumps up into your throat, beating as fast as a hummingbird’s wings. You should feel horrified, as this means that it’s your fault the king is dead. But as you look into his eyes, you don’t just see the man who killed his father to inherit the throne. You also see the man who wanted to make the love of his life his Queen, and his child the heir.

You can’t bring yourself to hate him for it. Despite everything that he’s done, you love him too, and you love the child still growing inside you.

So when Shouto reaches his hand out to you in order to lead you into the throne room, you take it without hesitation. “Are you ready to become my Queen, love?”

“Yes, I’m ready. I love you too, Shouto.” And as you say those words and begin to walk into the coronation hand in hand, you finally feel the cage fully close behind you, trapping you forever.

✧༝┉┉┉┉┉˚*❋ ❋ ❋*˚┉┉┉┉┉༝✧

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ramp-it-up · 3 years

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Fine

Pairing: Rafel Casal x Reader

Word count: 2Kish.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, MINORS DNI, CURATE YOUR OWN EXPERIENCE! Dark Dom!Rafa, Daveed dancing, drinking, cursing, angst, possessiveness, ex sex, face slapping, bathroom sex, fingering, oral (f receiving) clit slapping, orgasm denial, bdsm, binding, lashing, gagging oral (m receiving).

Summary: You didn’t need Rafa anymore. You were just fine without him.

A/N: This is a little dark. I think I’ve used this pic of Rafa before, but it’s perfect for this fic. And btw, I’m on my Rafael Santiago Casal Bullshit. Watch out.

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It had been 84 days and you were perfectly fine.

Out with your girls, you were wearing your freakum dress, getting plenty of attention and drinks.

You were fine.

So fine, that you were debating on which fine man to go home with. You surveyed the room for your pick. They’d all bought you a drink. You were polite, drank with them and told them you’d get back with them. You were trying to decide.

The chocolate one with the light eyes and the razor sharp fade?

The light skin with the gap teeth and hella swag?

The beefy blonde with the buzz cut?

You downed your fifth drink and moved towards those pretty gap teeth and swag.

Someone tall stepped in front of your 5” 6” frame in heels. You zigged and they zagged, blocking you from your goal.

You sighed and looked up at them, ready to politely ask that they move or cuss them out. It just depended on how their face made you feel.

You looked up to see Daveed and you squealed.

“DIGGS! HOLY FUCK IS THAT YOUUUU????”

He smiled and laughed at you.

“The one and only. What’s crackin’ girl?” He leaned back and surveyed your form in the dress.

“Damn! You’re still fine as hell!” He was shaking his head.

You threw yourself at him, your short body almost knocking his big lanky ass over with your over zealous buzzness. He laughed and hugged you more, leading you away from the bar.

“Where’s my girl?” You looked around for Daveed’s other half.

“She’s across country at a gig. I miss my Lady.” Daveed’s pout was adorable.

“Awwww, po baby. I’m gonna have to tell her to give you some electronic lovin.’” You started to pull out your phone.

“Oh, don’t bother. She already knows what’s up. Come dance with me.”

Daveed had turned into Mr. Smiley, and as usual, you couldn’t resist him. But you loved to tease.

“Boy, you know you can’t dance.”

“Fuck you mean????” Daveed started doing a very ugly robot.

“Fine! Let’s dance, ugh!”

You groaned and grabbed his hand to pull him out on the floor before he could embarrass himself, and you, any further.

Y’all had a ball, laughing and trying to talk to each other over the loud music, Daveed white girl dancing and you trying to teach him some moves.

After about four songs, the music turned slow and you two stood there awkwardly.

“Well, I guess I’ll go….”

You looked around to see if High Yella was still around.

Daveed’s eyes were above your head and the hair on the back of your neck stood up.

“May I have this dance?”

FUCK fuck fuck fuck fuck.

You turned around, and came face to face with Rafael Casal. Damn he was so fine.

You cocked your hip and crossed your arms, and glared up at him, mad because you felt like this was a trap.

Rafa stared at your pushed up breasts in the dress and your nipples pebbled as he licked his lips wolfishly.

You avoided the memories of Rafael’s excellent nipple play looked back at Daveed for rescue to see that Rafa’s wingman had suddenly disappeared.

You turned your head back to Rafa, the swivel in your neck obvious.

“I should have known that you would be lurking around here somewhere.”

You rolled your eyes, super annoyed and full of attitude.

And that’s why Rafa’s dick was on hard. He needed to give you some act right.

He’d watched you promise your body to every dude in the place with that fucking dress and lead them on. He needed to remind you whose it was.

Fuck that he’d given you the ‘It’s not you, it’s me,’ months ago.

You belonged to him.

“I don’t lurk, Sweet Pea, I flow. And yeah, you know Diggs is the Yin to my Yang, and vice versa.”

Rafa was speaking low enough that you had to lean in, and you caught his scent. Fuck if you weren’t thrown back 83 days to the last time you’d let him take you apart and literally screw you back together.

That dick was an artistic masterpiece, just like everything about Rafael Casal.

But you were fine.

“You have some nerve, calling me Sweet Pea. Fuck you, Santiago.”

You were heated, and maybe it’s because you wanted some act right. You cursed your pussy’s muscle memory and the five drinks you had that were making you weak for him. Because other than that, you’d be fine.

“Maybe later.” He smirked at you, so damn cocky.

“So, are you gonna stand in the middle of the dance floor and cuss me out, or are you gonna move to the music with me?”

Rafa held out his arms and you looked around, pretending that you didn’t want to be encircled by them again. But you couldn’t be rude, right?

You stepped to him and he put his hands around your waist and crossed them behind you, pulling you flush to him. You stared at his lips as you felt him look down at you.

You didn’t dare look into his eyes, but this view was making you remember what that mouth do.

Shit.

Rafa cleared his throat.

“So, how have you been?”

You looked over his shoulder to the speakers on the stage.

“These past three months have been fine, just fine, Rafael. My life is so zen now. I’m happy.”

“Not quite three months, Sweet Pea. 83 days and 14 hours. And I’ve missed you like crazy.”

You looked up into his eyes when he said that. Oh, hell.

“Oh. Did you now?” You were hot.

“Maybe you should have thought of that before you broke up with me the morning after you fucked me goodbye, you self centered narcissist asshole.”

You tried to leave his embrace, but Rafa slid his hands around to hold you fast, thumbs digging into your hip bones, hurting you. At the same time, his grip caused you to feel his desire pressed against your stomach.

You gasped and slapped his face. Hard.

You two stared at each other on the dance floor for a full ten seconds which seemed like forever.

The next thing you knew, you were being pushed up against the stall in the bathroom, the act of Rafa pulling you in there a total blur.

It always started like this, rough, fast, and hot.

Rafa’s hands were under the hem of your dress, dragging it up so that he could grab your panties and pull them down.

“You seem to have forgotten lesson number one. Whose pussy is this, Sweet Pea?”

You refused to answer and closed your eyes, memories of him seducing you just by teaching your fucking Poetry 201 course years ago flooding your brain.

He shook his head and knelt on the filthy floor as he removed and pocketed your thong.

“You prolonging your submission just prolongs the punishment, Sweet Pea. Is that what you need tonight?”

He licked a stripe up your leg and slung it on his shoulder, rutting into your pussy with his mouth.

Your protest at him stealing your clothing died on your lips and was replaced by a moan as Rafael’s skillful tongue started to swirl around your clit, while his fingers came up to roughly finger fuck your cunt.

“Damn, Rafa.”

You moaned and pulled his hair as his other hand came up to try and still your squirming on his face.

“Shut up and stay still, damnit.”

He spoke to you through your pussy, and your eyes rolled back in your head as the vibrations drove you crazy.

You tugged harder on his hair, which made him graze your clit with his teeth. Then, he laved it with his tongue and leaned back to look at it adoringly and then up at you.

You stared down at him, and watched his face glisten with your arousal. Then you caught his look. He sighed at your insolence.

“Fine. You know the drill. This is going to be payback.”

Before you could move, Rafa reached up and lovingly swirled three fingers around and around your clit, then slapped it three times.

You screamed, thankful that the club music was back to a loud cacophony.

He looked at you again, smiling that fucking smile.

“You wanna cum all over my face, Sweet Pea? Want me to make you unravel right here?”

You refused to answer him, but you both knew what was up. Rafa just chuckled at you, and leaned back in to devastate you with his mouth.

He flattened his tongue and took wide, languid strokes against your clitoris, keeping eye contact with you.

You were on fire, all nerves alive and reacting to what he was doing. He inserted two fingers inside you and curled them so precisely to that spot that always made you wonder if he was present at the engineering of your pussy.

You quivered, eyes squeezed shut and tears eaking out, so close to doing what he’d asked you about and bracing for it. Your muscles were taught, your feet were on tiptoe, even further than your 5 inch heels required, and you were holding your breath.

As soon as you felt you were about to gush into his mouth, suddenly, his warm tongue was replaced with cool air, and his fingers withdrew from your cunt.

“Arrghhhh! Cash! Fucking hell????”

He stood up, licking his fingers as he turned away from you, washed his hands and face, and used the water on them for his hair.

You were quivering with rage and desire. As you fixed your mouth to cuss him out, he spoke, calmly.

“You better not fucking move until I’m done.”

Rafa’s ice blue/green eyes in the mirror, and the tone, made you stand stock still, your dress still around your waist. Your pussy throbbed with excitement.

He finished the swoop, then turned back around to you, straightened your panties and pulled your dress down.

Then, he grabbed your face, pushing you against the stall again. His voice was menacing and cold.

“That’s just the beginning of your punishment for slapping me out there.”

You were dripping on the floor now. You wanted to hear what was next, despite yourself. No one could destroy and put you back together as eloquently as Rafael could.

Fuck, how you’d missed it. You were so wound up.

“If you want me to finish it, you know what to do. If you’re done…”

His eyes took in your face. So fucking beautiful.

“Well, goodbye Sweet Pea.”

He leaned in, and gave you a kiss, releasing your face and his hold on you. You moaned a little and put your arms around his neck, reveling in the tenderness while wanting the pain.

You whimpered as he pulled away, backed toward the door and walked out.

You went to the sink and put a cold paper towel on your neck, fixing your makeup and hair and getting your mind right.

You looked in the mirror. You were fine. You didn’t need what Rafael Casal had to offer.

You made a decision, straightened up and walked out of the bathroom.

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An hour and a half later, you were in Rafael’s bedroom, naked on your knees, hands tied around your back, the lashes on your ass throbbing, gagging around his cock and praying that he’d let you breathe before you passed out.

You didn’t need Rafa.

But you wanted him.

And that was more than fine.

———

I hope it was fine for you! 😜

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itsapapisongo · 3 years

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DON'T LET IT PASS | N. JAEMIN

Cast: Jaemin x Female!Protagonist ft. Taeil, Johnny, Yuta, and Jeno

Genre: Angst | Dramedy

Word Count: 4.7K

Word/Object: Bouncy Ball (tennis-sized ball)

Warnings: Allusions and brief mentions of suicide and strong language throughout.

Summary: Admitted to an underfunded psychiatric clinic, Na Jaemin feels stuck and the “nice” girl that always says hi and waves at him isn't helping.

Collab: “A Vibe”

“I WONDER IF you get your kicks off of being problematic,” said Jeno, his wet black hair practically covering his brow and eyes like a thick curtain. “And, to be honest, it wouldn’t surprise me if you did.”

Jaemin, who was laying in bed and reading a porno mag he’d managed to sneak into the clinic, shrugged. He didn’t have to look at his bunkmate to know that Jeno (1) had taken a shower and (2) was staring right at him. He had heard him talking with one of the orderlies, their conversation frustratingly cheery for two people stuck in a nuthouse.

He chuckled. Remembering that if Jeno—or anyone else, for that matter—heard him refer to the clinic as a nuthouse, he wouldn’t hear the end of it. It wasn’t positive language, they’d told him. Jaemin would find it funny if it weren’t so ridiculously depressing. People were sensitive like that. People lied to themselves like that.

Call it a psychiatric clinic, a hospital, a mental ward, or what have you but the truth was that every single person that had been admitted to this damn place was off their nut.

But, hey, people kept themselves sane in strange ways. Calling things by other names seemed to make them forget—no, repress—their reality of their lives.

Whatever floats your boats, Jaemin often thought.

“I think I’ll just keep you wondering,” Jaemin replied, smirking. He passed a page and whistled. “Nice b—”

“Could you not?” Jeno cringed as he dried his hair. “I've had my share of horniness today.”

That made Jaemin look up and ignore the porno mag for a second. He slightly lifted his head, that wicked smirk of his plastered on his face, and wiggled his eyebrows. Jeno, who was too focused on hanging on his towel by the window, missed this. He got to see again when he turned and was met by Jaemin sitting on the edge of his bed, magazine flat on his lap as he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Fair share, you’d say?”

“Yeah, fair share . . .” Jeno trailed off, raising an eyebrow. He felt the spotlight on him and it was a burning and shameful sensation. “What are—what are you on about?”

“Oh, nothing.” Jaeming shrugged one shoulder, winking. “Only that sharing is caring, you sly fox.”

Jeno scoffed as he sat on his bed, opposite Jaemin’s. For a second, he remained unfazed until he sniggered. His eyes became nonexistent, a wide smile reaching them and touching them with a glint of embarrassed amusement. Jeno seemed to open his mouth to share but instead shook his head and turned away.

Above his bed, a collection of manga and manhwas was alphabetically organized and stacked on a wall bookshelf he’d put himself. Jeno was very proud and possessive of all of his volumes. They were one of the few things that offered comfort and enjoyment in this rather dull and isolating place. Jaemin never touched them and was more than okay with admiring them from afar. Not because he wasn’t interested but because he knew how much they meant to Jeno.

“So, puppy boy, who was horny today?” Jaemin asked, intently watching as Jeno reached for a manga volume he’d read over four times this month alone. “Come on. Don’t be a tease.”

“No one,” Jeno replied sheepishly. He laid on his bed, opened the manga, and stared at it.

“C’mon! You said you had your fair share of—” Jaemin paused, searching for the right word. It fell on the tip of his lips and his smirk reached his eyes. They had a distinctive glint of mischief as he added, “—arousal.”

Jeno blinked, uncomfortable. “Well that—that slipped out.”

“How very freudian of you.”

Jeno said nothing, pretended to read. Jaemin swore he saw the hint of a smile on his face, but he relented from asking him again. He wasn’t going to push him any further. Not tonight, anyhow.

With a huff and a chuckle, Jaemin hid the porno mag underneath his mattress, laid back on his bed, and decided to call it a night. He could annoy the ever living shit out of Jeno—and everyone else—in the morning.

THE NEXT MORNING, as he entered the cafeteria, Jaemin saw her before she saw him.

She was finishing her cereal as she talked with a guy. He was older than both of Jaemin and her, had pink hair, and was kinda loud. She was laughing at something he said and Jaemin felt an urge to ask her what the fuck was so funny and punch him right in the gut. He’d ask him the same question, but he really hated repeating himself.

“There she is,” Jaemin grumbled, barely parting his lips. “Miss Waves-A-Lot.”

Jeno, who was skimming through the fifth volume in the manga series he’d recently started reading, looked up and immediately squealed when he felt Jaemin pinching his forearm. It hurt so much he almost dropped the manga and cussed out loud.

“What was that for?” Jeno asked, gently rubbing his forearm. He gave the rec room a quick glance and saw who Jaemin was aggressively staring at. “What happens when she catches you looking at her like a psycho?”

“She’s not gonna catch me.”

She wouldn’t. She was too focused on Pink Hair to pay Jaemin any attention. Or so he thought.

Just as Jaemin blinked and thought about looking away, she met his gaze and they made eye contact. That’s when Jaemin noticed something. Though her hair was short and dyed blue, she had turquoise highlights he had previously missed.

“Fuck!” Jaemin gritted his teeth.

“Could you be more obvious?” Jeno rolled his eyes. “The least you can do is pretend you’re not looking.”

“Looking?” Jaemin scoffed. She was looking at him. He was looking at her. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Jeno scoffed. “Way to play dumb.”

“Did you just call me—”

“Good morning!”

“JESUS!” Jaemin screamed in a high-pitched voice. He punched the air—twice and upward—when he noticed who had startled him. “You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack!”

“Morning,” Jeno greeted her with a warm smile. “Sorry about my—” he paused, looking for the right word. “—roomie. He can be very loud.”

“That’s okay,” she replied, smiling. “Just wanted to say hi.”

Jaemin scoffed, grumbling, “You could have just waved.”

That made Jeno and her turn to Jaemin. One had an eyebrow raised, the other looked surprised. While Jeno shook his head and mouthed “what the fuck is wrong with you”, she simply shrugged and said she felt it was better if she actually introduced herself for a change. Jaemin felt something akin to butterflies in his stomach. Whether he was hungry or genuinely feeling something due to how she was looking at him, he couldn’t tell.

“I see you guys often, but I hadn’t gathered the courage to say hi face to face.”

“We’re idiots.” Jeno pointed to himself, but relented from pointing at Jaemin. “We’re alright. We don’t bite.”

Jaemin scoffed. “Speak for yourself, puppy boy.” He looked at her, smirking. “I bite.”

“Not hard, I imagine,” she retorted, her tone casual and affable. “You look like the type of guy that’s all bark and no bite.”

“All bark and no—yah—when were you born?” He pointed a firm finger at her, pushed it against her shoulder.

She looked at him, glanced at the finger, and removed it with such calm that Jaemin felt his blood boil. Jeno seemed to have realized Jaemin was close to doing something incredibly and stupidly impulsive because he tried to drag his roommate back to no avail. Jeno glanced over his shoulder, backed off, and disappeared from view. They barely registered that it was not the two of them.

“1998,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper.

“Bullshit.”

“Why would I lie about that?”

“To fuck with me.”

“Really?” She smiled. It was both beautiful and irritating. “Just you?”

Jaemin tilted his head to the side, pushed his tongue against his cheek.

“When were you born?” he asked again.

“I already told you.” She reached out and took his hand, shaking it. “Name’s Ryu. Born June 30th, 1998.” She let go of his hand and winked. “Let’s treat each other well, okay?”

“Bull—”

“Jaemin, Ryu,” said a familiar voice. “Is everything okay here?”

Ryu smiled a small smile and bowed. “Everything’s okay, Yuta-san.”

Jaemin didn’t have to turn to see Yuta nor did he have to guess who had brought him. He nodded and, without turning, said, “Yeah. Everything is okay, Yuta-san.”

Yuta stood between Jaemin and Ryu, smiling that friendly smile of his. Jaemin didn’t meet his gaze but he could tell his hyung was looking intently at him and that he no doubt had that disappointed glint in his eye.

“Drop the honorifics,” said Yuta, beaming at Ryu. “It’s too early for that.”

“If you say so.” Ryu shrugged one shoulder, slightly bowed, and turned to Jaemin. “See you when I see you, lanky.”

Lanky? Did she just—you cheeky shit, Jaemin thought. He feigned a smile and a chuckle, waving her off when she left. It took him a second to realize that it was now just him and Yuta. Great.

“You’re looking a little worked up there, Nana.” Yuta gently clapped him in the shoulder.

“I’m okay.”

Yuta shrugged. “If you say so,” he said, half-smiling. “You do know that it’s too early to get this worked up, right?”

Jaemin bit his tongue but before he could nod and come up with some lame answer, he heard himself say: “Is it? I hadn’t noticed.”

Yuta raised an eyebrow then smiled fully, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. He clapped Jaemin in the shoulder then nodded towards the cafeteria’s small line.

“Try your best to be kind,” Yuta advised in a gentle voice. His gaze was stern but not unkind. “Try your best to not be—”

“An asshole?”

Yuta’s eyes widened for a second. There wasn’t anger or disappointment or pity in them but heartache.

“You see yourself as an asshole?”

“Everyone else does. Why should I see myself any differently?”

Before Yuta could reply, Jaemin bowed and said he’d rather get in line before the banana milk he liked was gone.

HE SAW HER again in the rec room.

Ryu was playing dominoes with Pink Hair when he sat down with Jeno and pretended to be entertained by a bouncy ball—about the size of a tennis ball—he’d nicked off someone.

(Jaemin couldn’t remember who it was. He just knew he managed to get his hands on it and that was all that mattered.)

Whether Ryu was too focused on her game with Pink Hair to notice him or she was genuinely ignoring him, Jaemin couldn’t tell. After a while, he stopped caring. And with good reason—he fell asleep on the couch.

After what felt like hours, but had only been about twenty minutes, he woke up and noticed someone had left a note. They had stuffed it on the waistband of his sweatpants. He opened it and scoffed.

The note read:

you never told me when you were born

Jaemin thought about crushing it into a ball, tossing it aside, ripping it apart. He didn’t.

He gently closed it and stuffed it in his pocket.

RYU HAD BEEN admitted about three months prior.

Jaemin had seen her once or twice, but had never paid attention to her. And, sure, she was pretty and he had noticed, but he was more concerned with more important stuff. Like, say, getting away with sneaking porno mags and cigarettes and bouncy balls into the clinic. Granted, the smuggling wasn’t his job, but he helped to enable it.

So when she started saying hi and waving at him, he felt like she was onto something. She was too friendly, too enthusiastic, for Jaemin’s taste. He preferred it when people ignored him or gave him shit. At least that way he could play dumb or trade patter with them, hurling insults that would definitely shatter someone’s self-esteem and were occasionally played off as good fun.

The more she waved, the more she said hi, the more Jaemin grew irritated by her. He did his best to avoid her but about a week ago they were placed in the same therapy session. Ryu often sat two or three seats to his right and Jaemin could feel her staring.

For an entire week, he ignored her—her stares, her soft but enthusiastic greetings, her incessant waving—and felt he was doing a fine job of it until this morning.

What the fuck does she want?

That’s all he could think about as he aimlessly wandered around the clinic. He walked past the lobby, the cafeteria, and one of the outdoorsy areas—the one everyone referred to as the wee park—but found himself without a glimpse of Ryu.

After half an hour, Jaemin decided to call it a day and renew his nap.

Not in the rec room, though. That place reeked of neglect.

JAEMIN HAD BEEN admitted about two weeks prior to Ryu’s admission.

To no one’s surprise, he had issues. Which was a condescending way of saying he wasn’t in the best headspace. Ryu had asked around about why he’d been admitted but no one really had an answer. Every time someone asked him, Jaemin would answer differently and contradict himself. It seemed funny to him.

It wasn’t. On the contrary, it was genuinely frustrating because the staff couldn’t help him take the necessary steps to achieve some kind of positive progress. Ryu wanted to understand why he was such a pain in the ass and had tried time and time again to catch his attention. He ignored her—rudely, blatantly, every chance he got—and that only made it more intriguing for her.

“He’s handsome but he sure is mean,” mumbled Hendery, playing with his pink hair as he chewed on the biggest wad of chewing gum Ryu had ever seen. “He cussed at me just for looking at him.”

“Na Jaemin’s a sweetheart,” said Yuta one day as they—him and Ryu—cleaned the rec room. “But he has a mean streak.”

“Heard that before,” Ryu replied, nodding.

Yuta shrugged. “Dr. Choi mentioned it’s a coping mechanism.”

And maybe it was. Maybe he was just an asshole. Whatever the reason, whatever the motivation, Ryu gathered he wasn’t the easiest guy to be around. And yet . . . she felt some type of camaraderie with him. They no doubt came from different places, had lived different experiences, but she related to this impulse to put up a wall, a preemptive measure against anything that could hurt you.

Na Jaemin was no different.

Difference was that while he put on this snarky and confident façade, Ryu wore her emotions on her sleeve and kept her head held high even when she felt like crumbling. Being vulnerable didn’t equate to weakness in her mind. Vulnerability was acknowledging that every once in a while she might need a word of advice or a hug or simply someone beside her, sharing the silence when words failed.

Jaemin seemed to reject that idea. Ryu knew not because she had seen it but because she had sensed it. That and she had lived it. Once upon a time, she put a wall so high and thick that it took a lonely walk in the middle of the night and a stop by a bridge to make her reconsider her life and they way she was living it.

Whenever she remembered that night, Ryu remembered how cold it was. She remembered how angry, sad, and lonely she felt. There were days she wished she didn’t remember that cold night in Busan. And then there were days when she looked back and felt genuine relief that she had decided to step away from the ledge.

“The road to recovery is a long one,” Dr. Choi had told her, smiling softly. She was a woman in her thirties with a motherly aura. “Some days you’ll walk with your head held high. Others, you’ll stumble. And you know what? That’s okay.”

Ryu took these words to heart. She embraced them, keeping them in a little corner near her heart so that whenever she felt close to the edge, she was reminded she wasn’t alone and that she was capable of healing.

JAEMIN FOUND HER in the studio.

It obviously wasn’t really a studio, but it sort of functioned as one. Here, there were several instruments and the space to play them freely. The whole point of it was to release stress, learn something new, or otherwise just play for the sake of playing.

He was walking past the studio when he caught her silhouette through his periphery. Ryu was sitting on a small stool, plucking the shit out of a gayageum’s strings that had no place being there. The plucked zither was old but had been taken care of and Jaemin couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

Ryu wasn’t playing alone. She was jamming with—was that Yuta? Holy shit. It was. He sat behind a drum kit, jamming, eyes closed, a goofy smile spread across his face. Standing opposite Ryu was a tall, broad-shouldered guy with long brown hair tied in a man-bun; he was playing bass. They were caught up in the moment and unaware that they had an audience—inside and outside the studio—as they grooved to the funky groove of Dr. John’s Right Place, Wrong Time.

Jaemin smiled in sheer disbelief, unconsciously tapping his foot to the song’s beat. He realized that Ryu and Yuta were singing the chorus whereas the bassist was singing the song, putting on a gruff voice that didn’t match his appearance.

“Good shit, huh?”

“Oh, fuck off—” Jaemin gritted teeth, slowly turning to meet Moon Taeil, and immediately felt his face drop. Nervously, he cleared his throat. “Taeil-ssi.”

Taeil was looking forward, smirking. “Do you play?”

“That’s a very vague question.”

“Music.”

“What about it?”

Taeil sighed, a mixture of exasperation and amusement. He looked at Jaemin and tilted his head to the side, showing a smile that reached his eyes. He wasn’t mad or annoyed or disappointed; he was just looking at Jaemin with endearment in his gaze.

“You’re being deliberately dense, aren’t you?” he asked, calmly.

“No—” Jaemin blinked, then deflated. “Yeah.”

Taeil chuckled with a small nod. “So . . . do you play?”

“Piano,” he replied, “but I haven’t played in forever . . .”

“Shame. I heard you were a pretty good player.”

Jaemin raised an eyebrow, feeling a glare coming up. “Did my mother put you up to this?” he asked, doing his very best to sound even-tempered.

“What if she did?” Taeil shrugged.

“Yeah? Well, she’s the reason I no longer play the fuck—”

Taeil laid a hand on Jaemin’s shoulder, smiling ruefully. “I know,” he said in a low, understanding voice. “But it’s never too late to try again.”

Jaemin groaned, closed his eyes, and threw his head backwards. “Sure,” he grumbled, reluctantly nodding. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good to hear!” Taeil clapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t forget. Therapy session at—”

“3:30. Yup. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Taeil gave him a thumbs-up. He knocked on the studio’s wide window, nodded with a smile and a wave, then walked off without another word. All eyes were now on Jaemin—Ryu, Yuta, and Mr. Bass—and he desperately wished for the ground to open up and swallowed him whole. They had stopped playing, which meant the studio and the corridor had fallen silent. He awkwardly waved and cringed when Ryu met his gaze and waved back.

Yuta waved at him, motioning for Jaemin to join them in the studio, but was met with a stiff head shake from the youth. Jaemin opted for pointing at Ryu and motioning for her to meet him outside. She glanced at Yuta and Mr. Bass, shrugged, then joined Jaemin in the corridor.

“Whatcha think?” she asked, smiling.

Jaemin frowned. “About?”

“About us playing?”

“Oh, that. You were gre—okay. It was okay.”

“Just okay?” Ryu raised an eyebrow, curious.

“I mean the bassist is pretty damn good.”

Ryu looked at Mr. Bass. “Yeah, Johnny’s a hell of a player,” she agreed. “But what about Yuta-san and I?”

“Yeah, you were good—”

“I smell bullshit, but okay.”

Jaemin blinked at that. She had a mouth on her, didn’t she? Then again, he supposed, so did he. Instead of feeling irritated, he felt at ease; he couldn’t understand why. Ryu knocked on the studio’s window, mouthed that she was taking a break, and pointed at Jaemin.

“What was that about?”

Ryu blinked then shrugged. “Wanna go for a walk?”

“Walk—er—no—” Jaemin began to protest, but was yanked by his forearm away from the studio and into the God knew where. “What are you doing?”

“Dragging you away so that we can have a civil conversation.”

“Civil? I’m being kidnapped!” Jaemin grasped Ryu’s wrist and tried to squeeze it, but instead found himself on the ground, groaning and moaning. “Ouchwhatthefuck?”

Ryu put him on a hold by twisting his wrist and she was glaring daggers at him. It took her a second to realize what she was doing and immediately looked apologetic.

“It was—I didn’t mean to,” she whispered, sheepishly. “It was just—”

Jaemin raised a finger and looked at her intently. “If I come with you, promise me you won’t assault me,” he said, almost pleading.

She nodded, offering her pinkie. “Promise.”

“Okay—fuck—lead the way,” he said, offering his own pinkie to seal the deal.

THUD-A-POMP!

They were throwing the bouncy ball against a wall on the courtyard. They stood about six feet apart to not bump into each other when they moved to catch the ball.

Thud-A-Pomp!

Jaemin threw it. Ryu caught it.

Thud-A-Pomp!

Ryu threw it, glanced at Jaemin, and smiled at him when he caught it.

Thud-A-Pomp!

Jaemin threw it harder than usual, winced, and guffawed, rather impressed, when Ryu caught the ball without looking. To his surprise, she was staring at him.

“Something in your mind, dear?” he asked, smiling smugly.

“Loads of things, really,” said Ryu, throwing and catching the ball without breaking eye contact. “But nothing that I’d bother sharing.”

The smug expression disappeared from his face. He looked more confused than anything; he felt himself slipping and giving into irritation.

“I thought you wanted to have a civil conversation,” he grumbled, hands on his hip.

Ryu sniggered. “Yup.”

Thud-A-Pomp!

“Oh-kay,” Jaemin intoned, rolling his eyes. He caught the ball, gave it the once-over, then—thud-a-pomp!—threw it again. He sighed and cracked his neck, staring at the clear blue sky above them. “I was born in 2000.”

Thud-A-Pomp!

A wide, proud smile spread across Ryu’s face. She tapped her foot and nodded, tongue in cheek.

“So that makes me your noona, huh?”

Jaemin’s annoyance was palpable. “Aish,” he groaned. “I guess so.”

“I’m older,” she said, giddy to the point of dancing, “which means you must be respectful.”

He twirled the ball in mid-air, watched it return to his hand a resting bitch face. “Yeah, yeah, reverence and low bows and all that jazz.”

Ryu chuckled, though it wasn’t an amused sound. It was the sound of someone running empty on sympathy. When he looked at her, he saw that she was running her hand through her hand and pulling on the roots; it looked like a bad habit. She was staring at the ground, a frown disfiguring her beautiful features.

“You okay?”

She shook her head. “Nope,” she replied, calmly.

“Something in your—”

“Why are you here?”

Jaemin blinked, aghast. “Excuse me?”

“Honestly, why are you here? You seem like you’d rather be elsewhere.”

“It’s not like I had a choice!” he retorted, throwing the ball at her instead of bouncing it off the wall. “It’s not like I enjoy being here!”

“Seems like you really dig this place. Doing what you want. Talking to everyone and anyone without a filter.”

“If you got something to say, don’t mince words.” Jaemin crossed his hands. “Sugarcoating is a waste of time.”

Ryu nodded, raising both eyebrows. Her posture displayed that she wasn’t afraid of conflict or calling others out. It reminded Jaemin of Yuta and Taeil. She looked between the ball and the wall then hurled it with all of her might.

“You’re an asshole,” she finally said.

“I’m a—did you just call me an asshole?”

“You heard me right, Jaemin, so stop being coy.”

Jaemin squeezed the ball hard, felt its material giving in but not quite breaking. He looked away and feigned laughter. He wanted to throw the ball as hard as he could and watch it explode against the wall or the ground, but he disasuded himself from the idea when he simply dropped it to the ground. The small thump-thump it made was equal to the low thudding of his heart as he tried to calm himself down.

“Why are you here?” Jaemin threw Ryu’s question back at her.

“Depression,” she replied without a hint of embarrassment. “That and a bungled—” she paused, unsure if to use the word. “—incident.”

“Did you try to—”

She nodded, grimacing. “Yup.”

The question slipped out of his lips before he could reconsider asking it. But his tone wasn’t malicious or mocking; it was instead one of preoccupation and dread.

“How?”

“Leap of faith.” She motioned with someone walking on the edge of something then plunging into the depths below. “Or lack thereof.”

“Fuck,” he mumbled, then looked at her. “Why?”

“Why does anyone do anything really? You’re not in the best headspace when you’re close to . . .” Ryu trailed off with a small shrug. She noticed Jaemin looking at her differently. Not with pity, but with understanding. “My brother left to study abroad. My parents found themselves falling out of love. They divorce and were very open about how much they disliked each other. Things changed. The life I thought was almost perfect sort of—” she closed a fist and slowly opened it, making a sound akin to an explosion. “—imploded. Everything just went down the drain.”

Jaemin heard what she wasn’t saying—the desperation, the loneliness, the fear—and the wall he had worked so hard to put up and keep others away began to crack. The way she was looking at him showed him a person that had descended into rock bottom—not crashed like he had, but instead slowly found themselves in the depths of their own despair—and was finding their way back.

“Now,” she piped up, stirring him from his reverie, “why are you here?”

He shrugged, pouting. “Anger issues . . . depression . . . delusions of grandeur . . . stubbornness,” he replied, nonchalantly. “Take your pick ‘cause I don’t really know.”

She stared, said nothing, then picked the ball from the ground and—thud-a-pomp!—threw it.

“It’s never too late to start again, y’know? To try and better yourself.”

“Heard that before.” He scoffed.

“Don’t let it pass, Jaemin.”

A frown. “Don’t let what pass?”

“Life.”

“Life,” he repeated, as if the concept was foreign to him. “Easy to say, don’t you think?”

“Very fucking easy, yeah,” she admitted with a chuckle. “But nothing in life is easy. Progress requires work and time. Everything starts, y’know, way from within.”

He looked at her, gobsmacked. “You really are wise for your age,” he said, using aegyo. “Noona, teach me your ways.”

“Oh—” she threw the ball at him, “—fuck you!”

His laughter echoed in the courtyard, warming her heart.

Her smile was contagious, reminding him of what happiness was.

IN THE COMING weeks, these are the things that will occur:

Na Jaemin will make an effort to make progress and deal with his anger, and other unresolved but heavy emotional baggage. The wall, which had already cracked, will crumble and he’ll strive to be a better person. Even after leaving the clinic, he’ll visit the few friends he made; the people he promised to support.

Ryu finds that talking about her experience helps her strengthen her resolve. She helps those that have found themselves contemplating suicide; she supports them and secures resources for the clinic through her brother. She and Jaemin maintain contact. It will bloom into something wonderful.

Jeno will donate his manga collection to the clinic. Letting go is one of the things he learns. He and Jaemin become roommates. He’ll be exasperated for the next four years until he ultimately decides to live with his penpal, a Chinese lad with artistic aspirations.

Everything will eventually be well.

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Authors Note: So I know this is more than a week late but I got really busy and haven’t had a chance to publish it until now. I considered abandoning this, but I want to make it apart of holiday themed series. Enjoy!

A perfect Halloween

October 31st, 2020 - A Muggle Quarantine AU

“Oh bloody hell.” Lily murmured to herself, taking in the messy sight of her bathroom. “James! Harry! Get your butts in here.” She stuck her head out the bathroom door and hollered down the hallway.

“Yes love?” James Potter said, clambering down the hallway, holding his two year old daughter at his waist.

“What is it Mum?” Harry asked politely, hoping to avoid an overly-dramatic scolding from a nine-month pregnant Lily Potter.

“Someone care to explain?” Lily said, gesturing to the mess scattered throughout their bathroom.

Wet towels sat in piles on the floor, a whole roll of toilet paper was wrapped across the sink and shaving cream had been sprayed into the toilet itself.

“What the-?”James began, stopping himself from cussing in front of his children.

“Mum you’re a nutter. I would never.” Harry began lamely, rolling his eyes.

Lily eyed him suspiciously, her thirteen year old boy had been known to stir up quite a bit of mischief. And being quarantined inside for the past eight months, had spurred a new level of prankster in the boy.

(Of course it didn’t help that her husband egged on their child every chance he got.)

“Harry James.” James began sternly, his daughter shyly nuzzling her head deep into his shoulder. “This is too far.”

“I didn’t do that.” Harry whined, “I’m not a bloody child.”

“Oi. Language!” Lily snapped at him, she crossed her arms delicately on top of her protruding belly, and tapped her foot anxiously.

“Well? Who did this then?” James asked, setting down the two year old Sophie.

“Why doesn’t Hannah ever get this sort of inquisition?” Harry asked, referring to his eleven year old sister.

“Why are you using words like inquisition?” Lily asked while James bellowed down the stairs for Hannah to join them upstairs.

The Potter’s were, of course, a very rambunctious bunch. Constantly bugging each other and playing childish pranks. But Hannah took after her Mother, the same brightly colored ginger hair and vivid green eyes. Childish pranks were not Hannah’s forte, and her eyes went wide at the mess of the bathroom once she finally met the rest of her family upstairs.

“Oh,” She said, somewhat sheepishly, eyes turned downwards. “That was Sophie.”

“Soph?” James asked incredulously, the two year old in question cowered behind her Mother’s legs.

“Yup it was all Sophie. I saw her a little while ago, before you guys got up.” Hannah tattled.

“And why? In Gods name,” Lily began lowly, “did you not stop her?”

“Or get us?”

“Not my responsibility,” Hannah said firmly placing her hands on her hips.

“Han.” Harry said lowly. “You know this isn’t fair to Mum and Dad.”

“Well Dad kept yelling at me for being a tattletale.” She replied, a knowing smirk growing on her face. It was true in fact, that James had scolded her several times over the past few months for consistent need to tell her Mum and Dad whenever Harry did something slightly wrong.

“Welp. I’m going to put Soph in time out.” Lily said, bending down slightly to pick up the two year old who now sat innocently on the floor, sucking contently on her pacifier and purposely ignoring the conflict in front of her.

“You got this?” Lily asked James, before walking down the long hallway to their shared bedroom.

Lily heard yelling and groaning behind her as she shut the bedroom door, eyeing the armchair that sat in the corner of her bedroom. It had a pile of clothes on it, and with her free arm, Lily pushed the clothes on to the floor and set the squirmy toddler down.

She squatted as best as she could, with her large tummy in the way, and met Sophie’s eye level.

“You do not play in the bathroom.” Lily spoke sternly. “You do not make messes.”

The toddler stared at her mother, suppressing a smile as she sucked on her pacifier.

“This is not funny Sophie Lynn Potter.”

Sophie squealed in response, and Lily groaned loudly in frustration, standing up and pulling the pacifier out of Sophie’s mouth. This prompted the girl to begin screaming, and Lily walked towards her dressing table in agitation.

Her baby sat low inside her, kicking a sore spot near her ribs all morning, and Lily was in no mood to put up with screaming a two year old and bickering children.

It was the morning Halloween; normally her kids would be bouncing with excitement at the thought of classroom Halloween parties, and a night of trick or treating. Unfortunately this year, their new normal involved isolation inside their home while the world raged on outside in a mix of political chaos and a health crisis.

Lily still shudders thinking back to March earlier that year, in the same week the world had shut down and Lily had found out she was pregnant with her fourth child.

For the safety of both her and her unborn baby it was decided Lily would not leave their home at all, lest she come into contact with the virus. And Therefore, Lily has not left her home in eight months.

She looked sadly into her mirror, and took in her worn down appearance. At 33, Lily was at the typical age in which one would have babies. She was always attending some sort of baby shower event for her work colleagues, so getting pregnant at this age was completely normal. Of course she and James had done things a bit out of the normal when they started their family. James was at university, working on being scouted by some of the national football teams, while Lily was working towards a degree in journalism. They had only been dating for eight months when Lily fell pregnant for the first time. They were terrified of course, having a child so young, with so many unknowns of their future hanging in front of them. But once Lily gave birth to Harry, and she held him in her arms for the first time, they fell in love with the baby boy.

James earned a spot on Manchester United’s team, as a second string forward, and Lily got a job as a political commentator for BuzzFeed England. They bought a three story townhouse in the bustling downtown area of Manchester and got married on a chilly Halloween night, soon after they learned that Lily was once again pregnant.

Hannah was born, and for eight years the young family of four lived boisterously and happily. Her friends fawned over her children, and her co-workers cooed in delight when she announced once again she was pregnant when she was 30.

Sophie joined the Potter family in May, albeit her addition was unexpected, and Lily’s children were thrown for a loop with the shock of having to share their parents. Sophie was welcomed with so much overwhelming love that the youngest Potter quickly became spoiled with attention.

When the world locked down, and the five Potter’s learned that they would become six, Lily had been shaken with anxiety this time around. Frustrated with her government, growing bored with being home bound and irritated with her kids constantly yelling, Lily felt like crying.

She buried her face in her hands, and felt her baby kick her gently on the inside. She smiled softly, with as shitty as 2020 had been, there would definitely be a good ending for the Potter family.

James walked into the room, and pointedly ignored the screaming two year old. James and Lily quickly learned that the best way to deal with Sophie’s tantrums was to not give her the attention she was acting out for.

He walked around the side of the bed and wrapped his arms around Lily.

“Happy Anniversary love.” He said, kissing her cheek. “I’m sorry our kids had to start the day out like this.”

“Eh,” she shrugged, sinking into his arms. “I’d be bored without the chaos.”

She moved away from him, peeling off the large tee-shirt she had stolen from him years earlier and threw on a bright orange sweater. A big pumpkin displayed proudly across her belly.

“I made Hannah clean up, Harry is supervising.”

“That’ll end well I’m sure.” She laughed, throwing her hair up into a sloppy ponytail.

“You still up for our plans tonight?” He asked, scooping up Sophie in his arms once she finally stopped crying, and sitting down in the arm chair. He picked up the remote and flicked on the Telly to the morning news.

“Yes, It’ll have to get done soon anyways.” She said, patting her tummy, and smiling when she felt a small kick near her hand. The baby was due in two weeks, and they had yet to put the nursery together.

With four children, their house would quickly become crowded and James had taken to several quarantine projects in effort to make more room for his family. He began with converting the upstairs attack into a room for Harry, complete with his own Telly, a new gaming system and a mini fridge. James then began the task of converting Harry’s old bedroom into a nursery for the new baby.

They had decided to wait on the sex of their child, and opted to paint the bedroom yellow. Marlene had come by a week prior and painted a mural of characters from Lily’s favorite book to read to her kids, Winnie the Pooh.

Harry and Hannah would be spending the evening at the Weasley’s and James’ Mother would be stopping by this afternoon to pick up Sophie for an evening of spoiling, giving James and Lily some much needed alone time. They had incredibly exciting plans, of eating take-away and preparing the nursery.

Soon enough, James had declared he was taking Harry and Hannah to the market to do a little bit of shopping, and Lily sat at home with Sophie. She planted the child in front of the Telly in her bedroom, whilst Lily sat on her bed, editing her latest article for Buzzfeed. This was the last article she had to write before starting maternity leave, and she was hellbent in making it one of her best ones yet.

Her back ached, and she sighed as she noticed Sophie beginning to get restless. Quarantine had been rough for everyone, and being locked up with a whiny toddler began to take a toll only Lily’s nerves.

She slammed her laptop shut and sighed out in frustration, taking in the sight of her daughter. The girl mimicked her Mother, with curly red hair and freckles skin. But she took James' playful smile, and his aptitude for mischief. It wasn’t Sophie’s fault that she misbehaved so often of course, she was bored. Two year olds needed to be out exploring the world, and Sophie was locked inside with her anxious parents.

When the shut downs began, Lily was still required to work. Most days, she was shut away, writing articles and having conferences over zoom. James hasn’t worked since March, and he was tasked with entertaining the kids most days.

Thankfully Harry and Hannah could occupy themselves with school, and once summer came around they got to see their friends again.

But poor Sophie rarely got the sole attention from her Mother anymore, and so Lily took this as an opportunity to spend some much needed one on one time with her youngest daughter.

They made sugar cookies, and the rest of her family came home to find Lily and Sophie sitting in a mess of orange icing, surrounded by dozens of pumpkin shaped cookies.

James presented Lily with a bouquet of sunflowers and she squealed in delight when Harry gave her a box of chocolates and a card.

“It’s from all of us.” He said nonchalantly. “Happy Anniversary.”

James grinned, rustling Harry’s hair and pointed towards a framed photo on the wall next to the stove. It was of James, Lily and Harry as a baby. The day they got married.

“It’s a shame you don’t remember it. You were throwing up from all the cake Uncle Sirius let you eat.”

“It was a beautiful day.” Lily said, shoving a cookie towards Harry. “Let’s not dwell on when Harry threw up all over me.”

At three that afternoon, Mia Potter entered their home, with bags of Halloween treats for Harry and Hannah. She came with her digital camera, demanding the kids get dressed in their costumes for an impromptu Halloween photo op. James had struggled to get Sophie into her Peppa Pig costume, and Harry and Hannah had squeezed into their wizard costumes from the previous year.

Lily begrudgingly got through the picture part of the afternoon, and sat patiently in the living room while James served the tea.

“Any signs of arrival?” Mia asked, the elder Mrs Potter was nearing eighty now. She waited nearly fifty years for her only son, and was more than thrilled when her grandchildren had been born.

“Not yet,” Lily said. “Unfortunately. I’m starting to feel like I’ll be pregnant forever. But I’m trying to enjoy it, because this is definitely the last one.”

“You said that after Hannah.” Mia reminded her.

“We mean it this time.” James said, sitting next to Lily and handing her a mug of tea. “We are stopping at four.”

“Yeah we are out of room here.” Harry said assuredly. “And you don’t want to turn into the Weasley’s.”

James laughed at that, he couldn’t even fathom seven children. The thought of having four was already quelling lots of new anxieties.

“Oh well. I’ve already got four perfect grandchildren.” Mia said, standing up and patting Hannah on the head.

“We best be getting off though, I have quite the evening planned for this sweet girl.” She said, picking up Sophie and kissed her cheek.

Lily kissed her goodbye, and made her way to the kitchen while James accompanied his Mother outside.

“Harry go help Mum clean up.” She heard Hannah whine.

“Well why don’t you?”

“You two better not bring this bickering over to the Weasley’s.” Lily interrupted the brewing fight.

“Sorry Mum.” Hannah said sheepishly, taking the kettle of her Mother’s hands. “We’ll behave.” She said pointedly, staring at Harry.

“Yes. I promise.” Harry said, kissing his mother’s cheek. “Enjoy your night with Dad.”

“What time are they expecting you lot?” Lily asked, leading the way to the kitchen.

“Dad said he’ll drive us over there at seven.” Harry said, moving to load the dishwasher.

“Make sure you take some of those cookies over there with you.” Lily said, it broke her heart slightly. That her kids were at the age where they would rather spend Halloween with their friends rather than their parents.

Halloween had always been a bit of a weird holiday for the Potter’s. It began in their first year of University, when James and Lily met at a party that James and his friends were throwing. Remus had practically begged Lily to join him at their party, insisting she would get along greatly with his friends. Lily’s roommate Marlene had excitedly encouraged Lily to “get drinks and get laid.” Lily did get laid that night, after immediately hitting it off with James. They spent hours talking together, laughing and drinking and dancing. They ended up in bed, in a drunken tangle of limbs, and Lily fell in love. (James had been in love the moment he laid eyes on her.)

The second Halloween spent together was presumed to be when Harry was conceived, again at a party that James had been throwing. Sirius had given Lily a brownie with a little “surprise ingredient,” and she had failed to make sure that James was using a condom that night.

They would never forget their fourth Halloween together. It left a number of scars, and an emotional strain on the young couple for years to come. It had begun with a disasterly dreadful dinner with her sister and her oaf of a husband. They had met at a posh restaurant near Lily’s hometown and the night had ended with Lily in tears after Petunia’s verbal attack. It was the same old conversation; that Lily was a disappointment to her Mother, that Lily was a freak, a failure. A slut for having a baby at such a young age.

She was silent as she walked to the car, hand in hand with James while he struggled to carry their crying infant son at his hip. She insisted on driving, that driving was calming, and James didn’t want to upset her further. He strapped his son into his car seat and climbed into the front seat, plugging in his phone and scrolling through his playlist to find Lily’s favorite artist.

He didn’t notice the red light, the rain was coming down too hard and he was focused on trying to calm the screaming baby in the back. A truck had barreled into them, flipping their car and nearly killing the young family.

Harry was left with a terrible scar on his forehead. The baby had a concussion and slept for days after the accident. James too had a concussion, and shattered his arm. Lily had been in a coma for nearly a month.

They nearly died that Halloween, James and Lily shudder at the thought of everything they could have lost. And they are thankful everyday for the family that they have.

The following year they decided to make Halloween into a happy memory. That morning Lily had taken a pregnancy test and a pink plus sign glared back at her. She cried for most of the morning, frustrated with her inability to use contraception. James was quick to ease Lily’s frustrations, reminding her that they wanted more kids in the future anyways, and that Harry was unplanned and ‘look at how good we are at making babies’. They took Harry Trick or Treating for the first time, dressed in a dog costume and laughed at Uncle Sirius’ tricks.

Afterwards they eloped, James had declared that they waited long enough, and they found a twenty four hour chapel. Halloween was the anniversary of when they met, and when they became a family. It was the day their family lived, and the day that their family was growing. It was the perfect day to get married.

Halloween in 2020 would be different of course. Harry and Hannah hadn’t bought costumes that year, and Sophie would miss out on her first chance to go trick or treating. Lily sat at her kitchen table and thought about this sadly, she had a few hours left before Harry and Hannah left and she wanted to make the most of it.

“Would you like to watch a movie?” She asked, smiling at her kids as they finished cleaning up from their afternoon tea.

“Erm.” Harry said, anxious to get upstairs on his Xbox before he left tonight.

“Han? C’mon guys. We never get time like this. We can watch something scary.”

Hannah agreed, and after Lily said she would make cheesy popcorn, Harry agreed too.

James joined them, and excitedly picked out The Conjuring declaring that Hannah was old enough to watch it.

Lily sat contently, as her daughter curled up next to her and they shared a bowl of popcorn. She observed James as he sat cross legged on the floor, leaning up against the couch, throwing popcorn at Harry.

Lily dozed off after a while, and her family dared not to wake her. Once the credits rolled, Lily stirred and found Harry and Hannah at the front door with their overnight bags.

“Behave.” She told Harry sternly, “I don’t want any calls from Mrs.Weasley tonight. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“I’ll keep an eye on him Mum.”

“Please don’t.” James interjected, “that will just cause a fight. Don’t embarrass yourselves.”

Hannah rolled her eyes, and Lily laughed as she planted one last kiss on her daughter’s forehead.

“Any requests for dinner love?” James asked her before leaving to drive the kids to the Weasley's.

“Something fried.” Lily said, shutting the door behind him.

By the end of the night Lily was ready to sleep for a century. Once James had returned with bags of take-away, she had eaten her weight in fish and chips and spent the rest organizing the nursery. James had mastered putting cribs together by now, and had easily built this new one within an hour. He had put together the dresser, and was now working on the changing table while Lily began to organize the drawers of the dresser.

“You know this is probably going to be the last time we are alone for a long time.” James said, sitting down on the floor and throwing his tools back into the tool box.

“Yeah.” She bit her lip sadly, things were about to get chaotic. They both knew that when they decided to have a fourth baby. “I just wish this was happening at a different time. I mean I won’t even be able to give birth in a hospital. It’s really scary.”

“It’ll be alright.” He said, she moved to sit down next to him. It was awkward of course, she moved slowly, and James reached his arm around her waist to help steady her to the ground. She sat with her legs stretched out infront of her, and her hands resting carelessly on top of her belly.

“Just a few more weeks.” James mused, setting his hand on top of hers. “Are you nervous?”

“Very.” She nodded.

“Me too. But it’ll be fine.” He willed himself to believe it. He had hoped that the pandemic would have been controlled enough by now that Lily would be able to go to the hospital to deliver their baby. But her doctor had advised against it, saying that Lily was healthy enough to deliver on her own and to do so in a hospital would be an unnecessary risk.

“We have a plan for the moment labor starts. Mum, Sirius, and Marlene are ready to spring into action the second we call them.” James spoke simply, the best way to calm down a spiraling Lily was to talk her through it.

He turned his head to kiss her on the temple, and he softly whispered into her hair. “You’ve done this three times already Lil. You’re great at it. Everything will be okay.”

“I guess it will be kinda nice being at home this time. And in my own bed.” She said lowly.

“See? Look on the bright side. And just think love, in a few weeks she’ll be here and things will be better. I promise you.”

Lily looked at him incredulously, “she?”

“Yea. She. It’s a girl, I know it.”

“It’s a boy James. We’ve talked about this.”

“Blah blah. ‘Mothers intuition’ and all that.” He rolled his eyes, “you have been wrong about our other two girls. I don’t trust your intuition.”

“I want Harry to have a brother. It’s not fair he’s going to be outnumbered.”

“You and Hannah were outnumbered for years.” James laughed, reminding her of the years spent with Sirius and Remus as part of her family.

“Exactly! I don’t want Harry to feel like that.”

“Whatever, I’m happy with whatever we get. Even if it means you're wrong.”

She was wrong of course. Her baby came later that night, weeks before her due date, and after hours of screaming at James for putting her in this spot; she gave birth to a tiny, precious girl.

They called her Phoebe, she was small, and wrinkly and very pink. She had a mess of thick black hair and her tiny fingers curled around Lily’s finger while she held her daughter in adoration.

Labor came suddenly, and Lily couldn’t remember her other children hurting this badly. She laid in her bed and cried for her Mother, while James panicked. He called Marlene over, she was a nurse and Lily had insisted that she would only feel comfortable giving birth at home if Marlene was there to act as a midwife.

By midnight Lily was crying into James' chest as she pushed her daughter out into the world.

James held Lily tight, as Lily held her daughter to her chest and began to feed her. He took a quick picture of the newborn, and sent it to Harry and his mother. And whispered to Lily, “you did amazing. Again.”

She looked up at him, smiling wildly. “Shes lovely James, we did this.”

“Well obviously. But you did the hard part.”

“It’s okay.” She sighed, labor had been a bitch. She was horribly sore, and exhausted. She smiled down at the baby in her arms, “it was worth it.”

“Happy anniversary love.” He said.

“Happy Halloween.” She beamed at him.

Halloween was good for the Potter family. They had another happy Halloween story to add to their collection, the day Phoebe was born.

This year may have been shit, but it was ending happily within the chaos of the Potter home.

“Happy Birthday.” James leaned down and kissed his daughter's tiny head.

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burnedbyshoto · 4 years

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anonymous asked: can we get a bakugou fluff based on the song hug all ur friends by cavetwon

pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

warning: bakugou has high anxiety, cussing, fluff

word count: 4,000

a/n: so I listened to the 1 hour loop to this song when writing it LMAO, I think its one of my better pieces ive written, but I guess that’s also for you to decide!!!!!! enjoy!!!!

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Bakugou Katsuki was someone who had no guilt in admitting that he cared about himself first and foremost. Bakugou Katsuki never imagined a day would come where he would find himself interested in someone-- especially in a romantic setting.

Romance and Bakugou, to him it seemed like mixing oil and water. Impractical and impossible.

Bakugou was hard, rough, and explosive.

Romance was soft, tender, and weakening.

So for the life of him, Bakugou could not understand why on god you were consuming his thoughts. Why did you have him wrapped around your fingers despite you only being his best friend? What the hell was wrong with him?!

Bakugou stared at you from the distance, his eyes were warm, his face soft, and the book in his hands long forgotten.

You were a force, this overwhelming energy that he could not figure out.

You weren’t like Kirishima who gained his friendship through mutual respect and trust in each other’s strengths. You weren’t like Sero or Mina who he came to see as friends after he used them for their quirks two years ago. You weren’t like Kaminari who he saw as a friend because Kirishima came as this unknown package deal.

You were soft, tender, and in no way were you weak, but Bakugou couldn’t think of any other word to describe you but weak.

It made no sense as to how you two became friends. The two of you had spoken once! Then you landed a punch on his jaw so strong that he needed to go to Recovery Girl and you cried for hours afterward. Bakugou thought it was dumb that you were apologizing so he yelled at you for being stupid. Seconds later you two were friends.

“Bakasuki, it’s way past your bedtime!” You screamed as you looked up from your phone. Your eyes red with tiredness and irritation still shone as you made eye contact. The impressed grin on your face as strong as if it was midday. “It’s midnight?!”

Bakugou felt his face cement over again. It was an involuntary action as you rambled off about how the big softie Bakugou Katsuki was awake at 'crackhead' hours. As you got up and walked over to Bakugou, he felt his hardened features melt as you took a stance in front of him.

“I bet you’re staying up because of me, come on, admit that you like me.”

Your words are teasing of course, yet Bakugou’s heart clenches at the truth of your words. Bakugou one year ago had begun staying awake past nine because of you. You were always active at night! You told new stories that Bakugou wanted to hear at a late hour, and Bakugou soon found himself staying up.

Ten at night turned to eleven, eleven became twelve, and then Bakugou was up until two in the morning because of you. He never complained about it, and he never dared to tell you or anyone about it. Bakugou took every teasing you gave, and you teased him about him staying up every night even if it was a year later.

“Trust me, if I was staying up because of you I would fucking hate myself,” Bakugou lies as you laugh. “Don’t think you’re fucking special because I tolerate you.”

His words were harsh to the average ear, but to the trained ear, to your ear, it was as if he nudged you playfully.

“Sure you old grump,” you wink as you stick out your hand. “Iida said it’s my turn with the Disney+, wanna go watch with me?”

“As long as you don’t make me watch something fucking horrible,” Bakugou grunts as he takes your hand.

He would watch the sappiest of movies and the weirdest of shows if it meant that you’d snuggle into his side. His favorite memories have you at his left. These memories also included you between his legs as you laughed hysterically at the horrible and childish jokes. It also didn’t matter how many times you watched the same movie, you always ramble as if it was your first time viewing it.

“I’m thinking Lilo and Stitch,” you let him into your thoughts as you begin walking towards the staircase. His hand is still locked with yours. “I think I can be Lilo, and you can be Stitch! You two have very similar personalities!”

“Like hell I’m anything like that fucking animal!”

“I didn’t even need to goad you into a reaction!”

“Shut up dumbass…”

“If I ever stopped talking to you, you would go insane! So careful what you wish for!”

“I wish you would shut up…”

Bakugou watched as your lips pressed flat together. A faux annoyed expression on your face and you dropped his hand.

It may have embarrassed Bakugou to admit what he did next, but it took him five seconds to crack under your cold shoulder. He threw you over his shoulder as he walked to your room. Your squealing exclamations were loud as he held your lower thigh.

“See I told you--”

“Shut the fuck up, shitty woman!”

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Your loud groan rang in Bakugou’s ears and his eyebrow twitched as he once again looked at your slumped figure. It was the second to last set of finals you guys would be taking as hero students. Three years later, you were nearing the final countdown to graduation! But that meant finals.

Bakugou had managed to stay within the top three of his class all three years. So he felt decent in where he was in class ranking right now. He has ranked third right now after all, but you ranked fifteenth. A feat that he had zero idea about how it came to be considering how smart you were. You had a sharp mind, a witty sense of humor, and a deadly tongue! Yet you were barely outperforming the rest of his idiot friends. You were one of the few people who could beat him in a verbal challenge! But when it came to pencil and paper tests, you stumbled hard.

“Would you stop fucking groaning?! You’re not getting anything done except getting on my goddamn nerves!”

“WELL!” You immediately yelled back, your nose stuck to the sky as you tossed your pencil away. “I don’t know actually! I screamed well because I live for the dramatics!" Bakugou groaned as you laugh. "Okay, but this all makes sense to me now! It's... I’ve realized I become an idiot whenever I try doing it on the exams.”

“It’s because you are an idiot.”

“Wow, thanks,” you complain as you slam your forehead against your math textbook. You shot back up gasping loudly. “OH SHIT! Bakugou you solved all my problems! This entire time I’ve been an idiot! I’ll tell Deku to give me some smart people juice tomorrow morning, obviously, I’ve been sipping the idiot juice.”

“Hah? Fucking hell -- do you ever shut up and wait for me to finish what I’m saying?!”

“Bakasuki, there was a period at the end of that sentence! Or let me guess what you’d say next!”

“Don’t fucking guess--”

“‘Oi, shitty woman, I’m Baku-hoe Kat-sucky, and you better get your head outta your asshole! Maybe if you weren’t always on your goddamn phone you wouldn’t be failing’!” Your voice had lowered multiple octaves to the point where you sounded like you smoked every day. Bakugou watched as your face contorted into a mock scowl, your nose stuck into the air as your arms folded across your chest. “‘I’m the alpha nerd here, so you have to fucking listen to me, you damn fucking nerd ass shitty woman!’”

Bakugou remained silent as you erupted in giggles, your eyes beaming with joy as you looked at him.

“I don’t fucking cuss, shitty woman,” Bakugou retorted. He knew it was a lie but the way your eyes expanded four times their size and how you pressed your face into his shoulder was worth the lie.

“You don’t cuss?! Wow, suddenly my name isn’t y/n!”

“Hm, well I was going to point out that you probably have some form of testing anxiety, but since you’re Miss. Fucking-Know-It-All…”

“There’s no way I’m eighteen and don’t know that about me!”

“Well, you didn’t fucking know you loved chocolate caramels until this last month either.”

This launched you into another tangent. Your conversation skills always gave Bakugou whiplash! You talked about everything you could and right now it was about what you loved. It should have annoyed Bakugou, he knew that! But while you rambled about how you loved seeing oversized dogs in bags, he realized that he loved knowing more about you.

How he would kill for the chance to pull you close, he knew that if he did you would hug him without a blink of an eye. Bakugou knew if he attempted to feel your warmth you’d overwhelm him forever and he wasn’t sure if that was something he wanted. Did he want you? Did he actually love you or was it just the chemistry in his brain is dumb. He wasn’t sure what he wanted as you showcased your favorite pencil.

“Do you have something you love, ‘suki?”

You.

“No, I don’t fucking love anything. The hell is love good for?”

“Don’t you worry about what people think about you when you can’t answer a question on something you love?”

The only opinion he cares about is yours.

“They don’t need to fucking care about what I love, how the hell does that make me a reliable pro hero?! Gossip and tabloids and interviews are bullshit. How is me smiling and being nice in front of a camera going to prove anything?”

Bakugou’s eyes widened as you wrapped your arms around him drawing him into a tight embrace. His eyes blinked rapidly as he felt frozen. His hands are frozen at his side as you pressed into him. You were making him dizzy. His heart pounded so loudly in his ears that he feared you could hear it as you pressed your lips to his ear.

“Sometimes you just have to hug people, let them know that you’re not letting go. Being kind and offering a hand, even if it kills your feral vibes, gives them a reason to love you and trust them. Trust is important, you know that, dummy. Hugging them is a small promise of not letting go.”

His breathing stilled as you pulled away. Your hair fell in your face and you sucked everything out of him as you smiled softly. But who would Bakugou Katsuki be if he didn’t have something back to say?

“I’m not fucking hugging any of those damn extras out there!”

“It was a FIGURE OF SPEECH, BAKAGOU!”

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“Rise and shine, grumpy old man!” Your voice rang as bright sunshine shone through Bakugou’s room.

“Fucking hell, y/n! Shut my goddamn shutters!”

“It is past noon, and I am here to make sure you are in fact alive!”

“Shitty woman, please close the damn shutters… I got in three hours ago and I want to fucking sleep in.”

The shutters closed immediately and guilt hung heavy in your voice as you said, “Wait you got in at nine?! You got called out of class early, too!”

Bakugou who had been sitting up now, glowering at your form fell back onto his mattress without a word. Unfortunately, it seemed that you weren’t quite done with him.

“Why the hell are you still in my room?”

“...can I nap with you?”

“Hah?”

“I was out from five in the morning until a few minutes ago! I just… want to cuddle, but if you don’t want to that’s totally cool!”

“You’re so goddamn annoying,” he nearly growls. It wasn’t necessarily directed at you, but instead himself. He was going to let you obviously, but how much longer could he do this uncaring act? How he hadn’t just slammed your oblivious ass against a door to kiss the soul out of you was beyond him. “Get in.”

A loud squeal emitted from your throat as Bakugou felt your figure snuggling into his chest. Your body was cold against his, and he resisted the urge to shiver as you wrapped his arm around you.

“I never fucking said you were allowed to cuddle.”

“Oh please, you were going to latch onto me at some point, might as well do it now instead of waking up to it and freaking out.”

“You’re fucking annoying.”

“Shh, I’m trying to nap.”

Bakugou snorted but nonetheless brought you in closer as he too closed his eyes. He ended up falling asleep with you in his arms. It wasn’t until he woke up did he realize that today was to be your friend's date. Something you had been persistent in having. But as you too woke up at half-past seven p.m., the both of you agreed that the nap was way better than going out.

That is until Kaminari sent a picture of Bakugou and you cuddling to the group chat. But then again, Bakugou may or may not have saved it as his home screen.

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4:48 a.m.

Bakugou’s eyes focused on the neon red numbers that illuminated across his bed. His alarm was positioned as such so he would be forced to get up to turn it off in the morning.

His heartbeat was pounding in his ears as everything turned blurry.

4:49 a.m.

His eyes closed and he was suddenly back in Kamino two years ago.

His body felt dirty, sticky, unclean.

His mouth tainted with the taste of copper. His teeth gritting together as he saw All Might fighting in front of him.

It was hard to fight with his sweat-soaked and stiff clothes. All he knew was those bastards turned from wanting to convert him to wanting him dead. He remembers stumbling and seeing your frantic eyes in the corner of his vision. He didn't know you well back then, so it confused him, at least before a yell from Kirishima took his attention away.

It was the first actual memory he had of you, and yet it intertwined with his memory of All Might’s downfall. A downfall that could have been prevented if he had just been fucking better. If he had been a better hero maybe he wouldn’t have been caught. If he had been a better person maybe he would never have been targeted in the first place. It didn’t matter how many different ways he ran through his memories, it always ended up being his fault.

The fight with Deku had helped relieve the surface tension. All Might saying it wasn’t his fault barely made an impact on the guilt demon that ate away at his inner thoughts.

Simply told, tonight was a bad night. Nothing he did could drive away the guilt demon.

You were the one who made him strong but you were out on a mission for your hero work. You were being a hero to people who needed you, yet Bakugou wanted you to be his hero right now…

His anxiety crawled down his spine. His mind swimming back to the image of All Might's defeated form, and it kept reeling in his mind. His palms sweated profusely, but at this point, he had no idea if it was from his anxiety or from his quirk.

It burned to breathe and he wanted to go for a run, but he knew he shouldn’t. So he stood up out of bed choosing to walk down to the kitchen.

4:57 a.m., the clock read as the door shut behind him.

He felt dizzy as he walked down the hallway, his heart racing as he went down the staircase.

The lights were on and it made his eyes hurt as he opened the door for the ground floor.

“‘Suki?” A tired voice whispered as Bakugou stared up.

It was you.

Your uniform looked rumpled and dirty. Your tie wasn’t done and your hair was a mess as you yawn, your hand rubbing your eye as you waved at him. Bakugou saw the bandage on your neck and cheek and he pointed at them.

“Some dumbass with a--” you stifle a yawn as you shake your head. “Fucking vampire quirk! If he bit you, and consumed your blood, you would be entranced with him! Can you believe that!”

Bakugou snorted as you showed him the bruised mark on your neck.

“Thing is, he doesn’t have fangs, his teeth were super dull, so now I look like I had sex!”

“Can’t have people thinking that huh?”

“Nah... now, you gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

Bakugou knew better than to lie to you, but he couldn’t help it, you needed to sleep.

“Nothing, I needed water.”

“I’m sure you are,” you nod your head as you adjust your backpack. “But that doesn’t explain why there’s tears in your eyes and on your cheeks.”

His eyes widened as he felt the wet stains on his face, he was indeed crying.

“I don’t really wanna talk about it,” he grumbled as his hands shoved into his sweats.

“That’s okay,” you smile as you take a few steps forward. “Can I give you a hug?”

It takes everything in him not to scream at you to hug him, so instead, he turns his head and nods curtly. Your arms are wrapped around him immediately as he feels himself shrinking into your hold. You were safe, you were warm, and you made him weak.

It was at that moment that Bakugou Katsuki noticed that he completely and utterly was in love with you.

As he went through these thoughts you grabbed his hand and led him upstairs, “I’ll get you your water, but you need to rest.”

“Shitty woman, I can take care of myself,” Bakugou breathed as he didn’t resist you taking him to his room. “Besides we have class tomorrow, you need more sleep than I do.”

He watches as you shrug as you open his room door.

“Maybe so, but I’m a Hero and you’re someone in need of a savior!” you chirped as your lips pressed softly onto his cheek as you sat him in bed. “I’ll be right back, lay down please!”

He nodded dumbly as you left, his cheeks burning as the door closed.

It felt like no time had passed as you soon returned with a cup of water, “Now drink! Crying is good for the soul, but it dehydrates you so much.”

“Tch, idiot, don’t say that like you cry all the time,” Bakugou grumbles as he chugs the water down.

Your fingers take the glass from him and place it onto the desk, your shoulders bouncing as you sigh one last time. “Well, I should go to bed, I may not need beauty sleep, but even three hours of sleep can make me ugly.”

“Sleep here,” Bakugou found himself mumbling as you were by the door. “You can take a shirt, I just… please, just fucking sleep here with me?”

Bakugou expected teasing, he expected you to laugh it off and say he was dumb and crazy. What he didn’t expect was for you to grab his skull t-shirt and strip your clothes off in his bathroom.

He stilled as you crawled into bed with him, your body curling into his as you held him near.

“Goodnight, ‘suki,” you whispered.

His arms wrapped tightly around you, a sharp intake of air went through your nose.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you, y/n.”

“You’re welcome…”

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You smile while wiping away tears that formed in your eyes.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down your face as you taped up the last box with writing that read: Y/N PICTURES.

It was moving out day, you had done it, you graduated.

“Y/l/n-chan!! Stop crying and c-come take a p-p-picture with us!” Mina wailed as she too was crying uncontrollably.

The common room was fill of every one of your classmates, tears were in everyone's eyes as boxes scattered near the entrance. It was over. Three years of heaven and hell were gone and even though everyone would still be seeing everyone again (you all were working in the same general areas after all), tears wouldn’t stop.

Multiple times you brushed away tears as twenty-one of you stood for class pictures.

Class pictures became friend group pictures, friend group pictures became trios and duo pictures.

Everyone was crying and everyone was laughing too. It was as if you were never going to see anyone again and the tears wouldn’t stop.

I love you’s were exchanged, promises of not forgetting who each other were as you would all become stars, and plans on monthly meetups because you were family. It was too much, it was too sentimental, and you were ready to leave.

“I hate to do this to you all, but it’s time to go,” Aizawa lulled over the roar of your classes chatter.

For the first time, his words were useless as you all took a photo with him, much to your homeroom teachers' secret enjoyment.

But now it was time to go.

You gave a one-armed hug to Mineta as he bounded out of the door. He had somewhat had drunk respect-women juice and was now tolerable. But the nightmares forever remained.

Then Koda, Aoyama, Shoji, Ojiro, Tokoyami, and Sato were done swiftly yet deeply. They all said kind words and promises to keep in touch as they left.

Then it was Iida, Todoroki, and Midoriya. The group of boys embraced you tightly as Iida told you and Midoriya to stop crying. It only strengthening your tears as Todoroki patted your back softly.

Then it was Mina, Momo, Jirou, Tsu, Uraraka, and Hagakure. The girl group and the reason why this class felt like family so quickly made you cry harder as you all lost it. Hugs were tight, hugs lasted minutes long as you all shouted over each other. This was not goodbye, just a see you later.

Sero, Kaminari, Kirishima, Mina, and Jirou once again met you for a tight embrace. The dubbed Bakusquad because Bakugou was the loudest one in the group, but you all knew that if the group never held Kirishima it would never work. Bakusquad was truly Kirisquad and you excitedly talked about how you were all going to karaoke on Sunday.

A gentle cough broke you from Sero’s embrace and you turned to the last person who you hadn’t hugged yet.

Bakugou didn’t look at you as he sighed, his shoulder slumping as he looked at you. Your lips quirked as your heart raced at his red-tinged eyes, he had cried too.

“We’ll see you guys later!” Kaminari yelled as the boxes in the now empty common room belonged to you.

“We’re still on for tonight?” Bakugou asked as his finger brushed the wet trails that stained your cheeks.

“Have I ever ditched you or stood you up?”

“You could have made plans in your crying hysteria, it’s been done before.”

His words are teasing and you laugh as you launch yourself into his arms. Your arms wrap around his neck as his rest around your waist.

“I don’t know why you weren’t interested in having a spa day with the girls!” You teased as you bit your lower lip.

“Too much gossip about dicks,” Bakugou rolled his eyes as he squeezed you tightly.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t go, I wouldn’t have wanted you to see me talking about my dick of a boyfriend,” you whisper as his eyes shine brilliantly.

“Hah? You’re really gonna fucking--”

Bakugou never got to finish that sentence as your lips pressed against his and his mind went weak as he kissed you back.

You were the undoing of Bakugou Katsuki.

You made him weak, yet he’s never felt stronger.

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sparrowkingsley · 4 years

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Co-Captains, Misson Update

Even at four years old she knew the moment she saw it. She had stopped in her tracks as her gaze fell upon it. Looming over her. Taunting her. Challenging her. Yes, even at four she couldn't turn down such a challenge.

"I'm gonna climb the frack out of you tree!"

Then Laurel started to ascend.

"Laurel, love, that tree seems a little too big of climb for you. Why don't you come back down before you get yourself hurt."

"Nuh uh, I'm a big girl mom! I can do it!"

Sara Lance let out a sigh as she watched her daughter climb higher and higher. The urge to climb up after her and bring her down tore into her but she resisted. Laurel had a tendency to leap into situations, it was something that reminded Sara of herself honestly. She weighed the option in her mind. The risk was low in this situation. Even if her days as an assassin were over Sara still had the reflexes of one. Her toddler was safe. So she stood at the tree watching and waiting.

Laurel was so confident as she climbed higher and higher up the oak tree. She would climb so high she could touch the sky. Higher, higher, she wanted to climb so high. Till her foot slipped.

Her heart leaped into her throat, her hands shook as she gripped the branch she was clinging to tighter, her eyes growing hazy as they were focused on the ground. The ground was so far. Her mother was so far away.

"Hey, hey kiddo, you doing okay up there? I'm right here. Not going anywhere. You're okay, you're okay love. Come on down. I'm here."

Laurel tried to be brave. She tried to do what her mom asked. Except she was frozen. Frozen in fear.

"I... I can't, I can't do it. MOMMA I'M SCARED!"

Laurel burst into tears, screaming that she was too scared but before Sara could respond,

"LAUREL?! WHAT'S WRONG? OH MY GOD, SARA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING LETTING HER CLIMB SO HIGH! I'M COMIMG SWEETIE, HANG ON!"

Ava Sharpe was up that tree as fast as a speedster. Laurel wrapped her arms around her neck still sobbing. Ava held her close and rubbed her back as she made their way back down to the ground.

"M-mommy."

"Shhh, it's okay sweetie. Mommy is here. I have you. You know I'll always have you."

Even when they were safely back on the ground Laurel still clung to her neck, unwilling to let go right away. Slowly she calmed down as Ava continued to console her little girl. When Laurel finally relaxed somewhat in her arms, Ava's attention went instead to her wife, and her eyes turned from worried to furious.

"Sara, what were you thinking? This was too dangerous. What is had fallen? What if she had gotten hurt?"

"Well she wanted to climb and didn't want to listen to me so I let her. She was fine, I was here and I had the situation under control."

"Oh, you had it under control huh? She was fine? Okay, okay then tell me why my baby was screaming and crying and stuck up a twenty foot tree?!"

"Okay you're exaggerating, babe. It may be a twenty foot tall tree but she wasn't even half way up it. She got scared. But I was here. She needs to learn these things. Sometimes things are scary and she needs learn that."

"Sara, she's only four."

"I know but I was literally right there. Do you really think I would let anything happen to her?"

They had been walking back to the house as they spoke but now Ava stopped as the made it up to the foot of their porch. They stood face to face again. Laurel's face still tucked against her neck as she let out a sound of frustration.

"If you were right there how could you just let even be in that situation. How could you just let her go head first into danger like that?"

"Again. Laurel was not in danger. I was right there. I would never put our daughter in danger."

As the tension grew between them Laurel slowly pulled her face away from Ava and reached out a hand toward Sara. Sara took that tiny hand at instinct. It was a hand she could never turn away.

"Momma, Mommy, please don't fight. I wanted to climb the tree. I wanted to be brave. I'm sorry I wasn't. I'm sorry I'm not brave like you."

All the tension and anger fell away and the Lance family pulled together into a group hug. The mothers held their child and each other, all three of their foreheads touching one another. Together they were like that oak tree. Strong and stable.

"You are so brave, kiddo. So very brave."

"But I was scared and I cried and I didn't climb down by myself."

"Being scared doesn't mean you're not brave, sweetie. Being scared is a part of being brave."

Laurel giggled, "That doesn't make sense, Mommy."

Sara pulled her into her arms, "Hey now, I thought you said we know about being brave? So when Mommy says being scared is a part of being brave she means it."

"Really?" Laurel looked between them.

"Really. And your Momma is the bravest person I know. So she knows the true meaning of being brave too."

Warmth filled Sara's chest, even after all these years, that feeling never went away. This was it. Her beautiful, loving wife. Her brilliant, highwired kid. This was the perfect time. This was the perfect place. Because with them, Sara was home.

Laurel scurried out of her arms suddenly. Her mood lifted and her hands suddenly in a flower pot that sat on the porch. Sara laughed and Ava let out a sigh as their kid squished her hands in the dirt, telling the seeds they had just planted that morning to just grow already. Then the two mothers slowly came together. Holding hands and their eyes locked.

"Can you believe we actually made that together? Something so bright eyed and perfect and just into everything she can reach no matter what it is?"

"Hmm, all it took was a little bit of future science and we have the beautiful combination of my clone genetics and your most bad-a and somewhat annoying traits."

"Oh, I'm a badass and annoying. Keep those compliments coming."

Ava winced, "Babe, don't cuss in front of Laurel."

"She isn't paying attention but you know something," Sara leaned in closer, "I'm definitely paying attention to those lips of yours. Looks like, they are need of mine."

"That was so cheesy, babe." Ava rolled her eyes but she couldn't hold back her smile.

"But am I wrong?"

"No. You're not wrong. Not all."

They could kiss a billion times and it would get old. It was electrifing and grounding at the same time. Always needed and never enough. Higher, higher, they could only go higher.

"Moms! Stop being so gross and look at this awesome frog I just found in our water pot! I'm calling him, Sprout! I'm gonna keep him in my bedroom and we can sleep in my bed toghether at night! Can we make a pie together? Or can we go visit Heywood? Oh, oh let's go see the Waverider! I want to steal stuff with Uncle Rory again!"

Later.

"Slow your roll, kiddo. And release that prisoner at once! Sprout is a wild frog! He knows no boundaries!"

"Then I am a wild girl and we will live in the wild together! Run Sprout! We gotta escape the moms!"

"You'll never escape! Ava, back me up! We must capture the child at all cost!"

"Co-captain mission mode activated. Let's do this babe."

Laurel squealed in delight as her moms chased after her and her poor, little captive. The spontaneous "mission" sending them running around the house, inside and out. Till they finally ended up collapsing on the living room couch together. Piling together in a mound of laughter. Eventually all four of them falling asleep together just like that. Frog and all.

Another Legend mission complete. With so many more to come. Higher we go.

#legends of tomorrow #avalance #avalance kid #laurel olivia lance #new legends of tomorrow

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mollymauk-teafleak · 4 years

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Pathetic

My first fic for the Penumbra Podcast! And it’s angsty self loathing masturbation! Of course!

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Juno Steel didn’t like the night.

A strange thing for a PI to think, given that so much of his work took place in it, that he made use of it so much when he didn’t want to be seen or when he wanted to snoop around places he shouldn’t be.

Maybe it wasn’t so accurate to say he didn’t like nights. Rather he didn’t like nights where he had nothing to do. When all there was to fill the time was to make futile attempts at sleep he didn’t want to need, wander his lonely, cramped apartment and be alone with his own thoughts. In other words, Juno’s own personal hell.

It was a hot night, oppressively so, close and sticky and typical of a Martian summer. And, also typical, his crappy air conditioner wasn’t working. He’d slammed it with a frustrated fist and cussed it out but the thing had only blinked balefully at him and, as if in retribution, spat out even warmer air.

“Fine,” Juno grumbled to no one in particular and went over to the window, having to wrestle with that too before it deigned to open with an especially nasty, rusty screech.

He didn’t like to have the windows open. It let in the noise, the rabble from down below, the car horns and shouts and shitty music from shitty bars. Juno’s main goal was to always forget, as far as possible, that he was in Hyperion City. And it was damn hard to forget, when your nose was full of it’s exhaust and acrid fumes and your ears were full of two distant people screaming at each other about who even knew what.

But it was marginally cooler with them open. Marginally.

Juno hitched a leg over the windowsill, bare foot hitting the sharp metal of the fire escape that ran the height of the building like a hideously broken spine. He used it to lever himself and find a semi comfortable perch on the sill, slouching against the wall, half in and half out. Not something he could maintain for any length of time but he was in desperate need of air. And the smog the city had to offer would need to suffice.

He was badly underdressed to be dangling out of a window but if anyone wanted to take issue with the fact that he was in full view of any upwardly turning eye wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, they were welcome to. He needed someone to yell at. Something other than his air conditioner, anyway.

Juno let what meagre, damp breeze there was move the curls piled messily on top of his head. His hair was getting long, too long, but getting it cut was such a chore. Rita would do it if he asked though he knew that had the potential to go badly wrong. Five percent chance he came out looking decent, twenty percent chance she dyed his hair pink for the fun of it, seventy five percent chance he lost an ear.

More than Juno needed a haircut, he needed a cigarette. But he was currently experiencing one of his fits of madness that led him to try and quit. He’d be damned before he let this crappy night have that victory too. He had to maintain control where he could, even if his fingers were shaking slightly and he was compulsively bouncing his leg.

Juno ran through his mental list again. No ongoing cases. Nothing interesting in the police transmissions he’d had Rita hack and rewire to his comms ages ago. Nothing spooky or unexplainable in the news. Hell, not even anything good on the video feeds.

In short, nothing to do.

The thought made him sick.

He didn’t do well without some kind of occupation. Feelings he didn’t want to feel and thoughts he didn’t want to think clamoured for every scrap of undivided attention and if they got too much of a grasp then...then he was screwed, basically.

He could already feel the signs coming in, like the symptoms of a slow, degenerative illness. First every breath didn’t feel like enough, like he was actually forgetting how to breathe with each passing second. Then he would start to shake, nerves firing and muscles twitching when he hadn’t asked them to, with nowhere to put the energy they gave out. Other parts would go the opposite way, they’d go numb, his extremities prickling with pins and needles but unable to feel. Sweat would bead uncomfortably under his arms or on his forehead, though that one was already a given with the heat of the night.

And then things would draw in, the walls pressing but also everything far beyond them, all moving in and crunching down like cheap tin, like the whole universe was trying to crush itself into Juno’s heart.

He shook himself, pinching the bridge of his nose hard, muttering, “Stop it, stop it, stop it…”

He was doing exactly what he needed to avoid, wallowing in it. Still muttering, he launched himself back into his dark apartment, staggering when his legs weren’t ready to listen to instructions yet though he managed to catch himself on the windowsill. A few strides took him into the kitchen and within seconds he had his hand around the half empty bottle of bourbon. At least there was that to be said for having a depressingly small apartment. You could never be that far from a drink.

Juno didn’t bother with a glass, feeling the insides of the bottle slosh as he raised it and it carried that momentum straight down his throat. It burned in the best way, molten gold spreading through his chest, helping it expand and stand firm against the pressure of just...everything.

Now he was swaying though it had nothing to do with his legs. Juno tried to do the math in his head, work out how much more he needed to drink to drown his dreams, how to walk the tightrope between the alcohol bringing him blissful oblivion and rendering him unable to get up for work in the morning. But the math was hard so he took another long pull.

Then he was moving, bare feet slapping against the cheap plastic painted up to look like a wooden floor. Then the whole universe tipped on his axis and then he was in bed, the old springs squealing their protest as they took his weight. Devastatingly, the bottle slipped from his grasp as he did and thunked against the floor, the rest of that oblivion he desperately needed glugging sadly into an old shirt of his, staining it probably beyond redemption.

“Ah shit…” Juno cursed, trying to grope for it while doing as little moving as possible, not trusting himself not to slip and spend another night on the floor. That would kill his bad back.

He didn’t find the cool touch of glass under his fingers. He found paper. And he didn’t need to see it to know what it was.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” Juno flew onto his knees then, snatching the paper up, not caring if he fell now. His voice sounded so small in the dark, empty space, like a child begging the universe to be kind, “Please, please, please…”

He held it to the one square of sickly yellow light above his bed, coming from a glow lamp outside. It was fine. No bourbon had touched it, the ink was dry and readable as ever, the hand it was written in perfect as when he’d first looked at it. He could still read the name, done in looping, exaggerated cursive. Peter Nureyev.

Juno exhaled a long, shaky sigh of relief, letting his forehead hit the wall, limbs feeling leaden as the last of the panic concentrated there before evaporating away.

Pathetic, he told himself, after everything he did, clinging to his fucking goodbye-I-screwed-you-over note like it’s a god damn safety blanket.

And it was pathetic, he knew that. To have the parting glance of someone who’d stolen so many things from him as an anchor, to keep it and read it over and over again ‘for the case’, like that was fooling anyone. What case? Nureyev had fucked him good and not even in the way Juno had wanted him to. He’d probably never even see him again. What case was there?

But reading the words brought the memory of that cologne back into his nose, the spices from another planet, hell, another universe. They brought back that look he’d given him back at the Kanagawa’s, the look that had made him feel like he could do anything. It brought back the hope he’d been able to nurse for four fucking beautiful hours, that maybe he could have a partner, that he would feel a little less lonely. That someone saw him for more than he was.

It had been a lie, of course, all of it. But the fading memories of a beautiful lie where all Juno had right now.

And he was pathetic enough to cling to them until his fingers bled.

Juno sank down into the pillow again, the letter in his hand, thumb running across the words. He was still thinking about that kiss. One of the best ones he’d ever had, for all it’s brevity and unkept promises. The way Nureyev’s lipstick had left a ghost on his mouth, the way his lips had parted after just the right amount of time, the way Juno had felt him moan, not just heard him, with his fingers resting so lightly at his throat. His sleek black hair had felt just as soft as it looked, under Juno’s other hand, and he’d wanted so badly to see it mussed up out of it’s perfect arrangement.

How would it have happened? Would Nureyev have wanted to keep control, he seemed like being in control. Sure it had been a bitch when you were the guy’s mark but in bed...Juno didn’t think he’d mind. He pictured being pinned under him like a butterfly to a board, having his legs straddle his hips, having those perfectly manicured hands holding his wrists tight enough to leave marks.

Outside of his dream, Juno was straining against the elastic of his boxers. He was hot all over, not just from the weather. Before he knew what he was doing, he’d rolled onto his back and his hand was down between his legs, holding himself through the thin cotton.

Once that was done, it was a simple thing to slip under the fabric and feel his own skin. He was ridiculously hard, when had that happened? Even with the two good swallows of sour whiskey, he was standing straight as soon as he pushed down his boxers, springing free with an action that deserved it’s own goddamn comedy spring sound effect.

Fine… the voice inside him sighed, resigned. It was better than a fucking panic attack.

Juno’s own fingers were rough and clumsy but he was imagining slimmer ones, delicate, with hidden calluses you wouldn’t notice until the contact was this intimate. He was leaking enough pre to reduce any friction though he didn’t mind it a little rough.

Would Nureyev be rough with him? Would he take what he wanted, would it be hard, snapping muscle and tension, a struggle? Juno didn’t know why but he thought- hoped maybe- that it might be sweeter than that. Maybe they could be equals, kissing heavily while their hands fumbled. Nureyev was so slight, it would be so easy to bring him close, to cover his body with Juno’s own. To have them be so tangled that suddenly there’d be no border between them.

The groan tore out of Juno’s chest and he threw his arm over his face to muffle any sounds, the other arm working fast.

But he’d be loud for Nureyev...he’d shout and scream and not give a damn, for once. And Nureyev would look at him as their bodies crashed together, he’d give him that look from before, the one that made Juno feel so, so good.

He came before he wanted to, shuddering and moaning the name under his breath. And then it was all gone, the fantasy shattered. Juno was lying in his own bed, sweating and panting, come sticking to his palm and dripping off his fingers.

Pathetic. It came harsh, like the crack of a whip this time and Juno actually flinched.

He rolled onto his side and curled up small, letting the letter fall from his grasp over the edge of the bed, and tried not to feel the tears in his eyes.

The city continued on outside, blaring loud through his windows, and Juno Steel shut down and hoped he wouldn’t dream.

#juno steel #jupeter #peter nureyev #smut #angst #just some good old self destruction #you know when you're depressed and you jerk off just to feel something #yeah #this is Juno doing that #and thinking about Nureyev

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ladyluck852 · 6 years

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Aunt and Uncle Duties pt. 1 (a got7 scenario)

A/N: inspired by the many great conversations @kpop-and-overwatch and I have, a crackfic about life with kids and those weird aunts and uncles we all have.

Summary: Y/N and Jaebum have kids, Yugyeom and his wife don’t, the kids miss their aunt and uncle but their parents would rather not be reminded of all the good times they’re missing out on.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: none! just your normal cuss word and mention of drunkeness

Y/n woke up in the morning with a headache, two crying children, and a snoring fiancé who wouldn’t budge even if the whole roof came crashing down on him. She counted down the seconds before the twins came running into the room, the lack of a strong dose of caffeine making it physically hurt when the door slammed open and hit the wall, making Jaebum jump out of bed like they were in the middle of a war zone.

“The twins! Y/N why are you still in bed?!” Jaebum stressed, his eyes barely open as y/n yanked him onto the bed and motioned to the crying kids who had since climbed on top of her and were squeezing the life out of their mother. She was sure that although their problems seemed large, they were nothing compared to her lack of sleep and proper nourishment that came with raising two four year olds at the same exact time. She envied her friends who didn’t have kids, as much as she loved them she also wished she could get out more often without a child attached to each leg and a fiancé who complained that she complained too much.

“Babies, why are you crying? Mama is tired, it’s too early to be sad” y/n mumbled, brushing her kids tangled hair back and holding back her own tears. It was too early for this.

“H-Hojin said that Aunty Sammy and Uncle Yugyeom don’t love us!” the youngest of the twins said. Yulli was a spitting image of her mother and father, although early in the morning looking this unkept she looked more like her mother.

Y/n refrained from giving her son the ‘angry mom’ eyes when the words spilled from Yulli’s mouth, the topic of their ‘aunt and uncle’ going unheard of for what felt like months now. They used to come over all the time, sometimes they stayed for days, the kids loved it but Y/n and Jaebum not so much. Since they were parents now and had many responsibilities, it hurt to see reflections of their youth when Yugyeom and his wife Sammy came to hang out. Not to mention they were just as unstable as Y/n and Jaebum were before they had the twins, every time y/n opened Instagram she was met with another vacation photo from the two or photos from some club looking smashed.

“Don’t be silly Hojin, of course they love you, why would you say that?” Jaebum asked softly, knowing y/n had no idea what to say in this situation, mostly because she was the one who asked Yugyeom and Sammy not to come over as often. Oops.

“B-but I heard you and mommy talking and she said t-that uncle Yugyeom and Sammy can’t come over anymore!” Hojin whined, burying his face in y/n’s stomach as she tried not to squirm. Her kids gave her more affection than she’d ever wanted in her life, except from maybe Jaebum, but she wondered if it’d ever end. The kids were an accident, a happy accident, but they certainly hadn’t planned them. They were knee deep in a romantic vacation after Jaebum’s schedule had cleared, one minute y/n thought she came down with some exotic disease and next she was pregnant. They were okay, shaken but okay, then the doctor told them they were having twins and they hadn’t been alright since.

“Well mommy was just kidding. Of course they can come over, they’re just busy” Jaebum sympathized, trying to calm the kids down who were still as frantic as they were the second they broke the door open.

“Then why don’t they?” The twins challenged at the same time, climbing off of y/n and climbing on top of their father. Y/n took this opportunity to slip out of the room and make herself coffee, her heart beating erratically when she checked her phone and found two missed calls from the devil herself. Sammy and y/n used to be thick as thieves, and as much as she missed her she didn’t have the time to indulge in all the fun stuff anymore, she couldn’t day drink let alone night drink without dying anymore.

“It’s early, I thought you didn’t wake up until 12pm nowadays” y/n joked when Sammy answered the phone on the first ring. The coffee machine made farting noises in the background and y/n rolled her eyes, awaiting a response from Sammy. She could hear Yugyeom being loud in the background, listening to music while her heart ached slightly.

“Okay mom, I can be responsible,” Sammy snorted, “Yugy and I are in the neighborhood, can we come over? I miss the kids, how are they?”

“Big, they miss you guys. But um, we’re not busy or anything I just-“

“What do you mean not busy, isn’t it your anniversary?” Sammy asked, sounding slightly offended. Y/n wasn’t phased, she knew her anniversary wasn’t until November and Halloween hadn’t passed yet right? She checked her phone and was met with her lock screen, a photo of the four of them dressed as cats for Halloween two weeks ago, the date reading November 17th making her nearly drop the coffee mug she’d just retrieved.

“Oh my god Sam it’s my anniversary” she groaned, sipping the burning hot black coffee as her headache intensified, “maybe-“

“Say no more. Yugyeom and I will be there”

An hour and a half later the twins were cleaned and dressed, eating breakfast at the table while Jaebum lounged lazily without a shirt in the living room.

“Babe, put some clothes on we have guests. You better tell Yugyeom to not get drunk and throw up in the pool again” Y/n warned, getting flustered when Jaebum got up from the couch and crushed her against his chest. The only thing she could do from that position was smell his deodorant, which smelled like her lady deodorant Jaebum insisted was too girly for him. She tried not to get angry and instead settled for the affection her fiancé was giving her.

“It’s just Yugyeom and Sammy. Yugyeom has seen me naked more times than you have” Jaebum chuckled, leaning down to kiss her cheek while y/n sincerely hoped he was kidding.

“I really hope not” she hissed, ruffling his hair he’s spent all morning styling. But he still wasn’t wearing a shirt...

“Also, make sure you tell your best friend Sammy to not pass out in the kids clubhouse again. Your friends are out of control” he said, turning away before she could tell if he was kidding. She was going to follow after him when she heard the doorbell ring, and the little footsteps of a child echoed through the house.

“I got it!” Her son shrieked excitedly, while y/n stomped after him.

“Hojin open that door and see what happens!” She hissed, grabbing the back of his sweater to keep him from dashing and opening the front door. He whined as she stepped in front of him and opened the front door, being crushed in the arms of her best friend before she could even blink. All she could think of was that Sammy gave hugs like her children, and her heart was slowly getting fuller.

“Aunty Sammy!” Hojin squealed, hugging his aunt for two seconds before Yugyeom stepped through the door and Hojin screamed like he was in a horror movie. All the yelling attracted his twin sister and the living room became a loud mess, y/n didn’t know what to do except look for Jaebum who ruffled her hair on the way to hug Yugyeom and Sammy.

“Did you come to visit us? See Hojin I told you they still loved us!” Yulli shrieked, stomping her foot as y/n wondered when her children became so ill-mannered. She knew they understood they shouldn’t yell so much, but their favorite aunt and uncle brought it out of them.

“Yes! You get to spend all day with us!” Sammy said excitedly, pulling the twins into her arms while Jaebum and Yugyeom immediately hopped on the PS4 and loaded up a game Jaebum played religiously when he had free time, “mommy and daddy are going to leave you home with us while they go out and have some adult time okay?”

Y/n’s eyes bugged out of her head, this was the first she’d heard of this, she thought they were just going to enjoy their day with their two friends and that was it. She was even considering getting out the girly wine for her and Sam to enjoy with dinner in the evening, now she had to plan a whole date. Impossible, the kids would never even let her leave the house, “um...what?”

Sammy just rolled her eyes at her best friend who looked like she hadn’t slept in years, which was probably true, “come on, Yugyeom and I can do it, you trust us right?”

Something in the back of Y/n’s mind was screaming no, but they’d been best friends for so long it was hard to say that, “y-yes”

“It’s settled. Yugyeom and I got you and grandpa a reservation at our favorite restaurant at 4pm. After that you guys can get some drinks and we’ll have dessert ready when you get home. It’ll be fun, live a little, show your fiancé a good time, I’m sure he misses grabbing your ass in public without the kids copying his every move”

Y/n paled, Sammy was right...about all of it. Her mouth watered at the freedom, but she also felt bad.

“Come on mom, it’s just practice for the day Sammy and I have kids” Yugyeom called from the couch, not bothering to look away from the the tv screen as y/n’s eyes flashed from Jaebum, to the kids, to Yugyeom and back to Sammy. It was too good not to pass up, she just had to tell the mom in her to shut up for once. Which was nearly impossible because she was born with the mom gene, always bossy and overbearing and making sure everyone was fed. She just couldn’t shake it that easily.

“Fine” Y/n mumbled, knowing her day would be a train wreck but worth it all at the same time.

#got7 #got7 scenario #got7 imagines #jaebum x reader #yugyeom x reader #jaebum fluff #yugyeom fluff #got7 fluff #ladyluck852 #got7 fanfic

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bxxpbxxprichie · 7 years

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Warning: Mentions of making out, boners, cussing

@reddietoship

“Alright, Richie. It’s your turn.”

Richie hummed, and rubbed his chin as if deep in thought, although he already knew his answer. “Dare!” He never denied a dare, they were his favorite.

Bev grinned, and looked around the room for a minute. Eddie was the only one missing, having gone to the bathroom to wash his hands vigorously after letting Ben lick his palm.

“The whole week before Halloween, you have to scare Eddie in any way you can.” Bev told him, now smirking wide.

“Fuck that!” Richie Tozier just denied his first dare ever. He knew better than that, Eddie would kill him before the week was over. Or worse, break up with him.

“No, c’mon, Rich! It’ll totally be fun!” Bev told him.

Richie shook his head, “Nope, nu uh, I’ll take the sriracha shot.” He reached for the bottle, and the, so far, clean shot glass

“Richie, c’mon,” Bill piped up, “It’ll totally be fun for us! I’ll even throw in a twenty if you scare him once a day.”

That gave Richie an idea. How much money could he get out of this?

“No, not for twenty.” Richie shook his head again, and began pouring the shot.

“I’ll throw in ten.” Ben said grinning.

“I’ll give a five.” Mike nodded.

“Me too, but five’s all I’ve got.” Bev told him.

“I’ll give another ten.” Stan smirked, “If fifty dollars is all it takes for him to break up with you, I’ll pay the price.”

Richie raised his eyebrows, and put the shot glass down on the table.

Richie Tozier now had a mission. A mission that was probably going to get him killed. But honestly, he couldn't deny a dare, nor could he deny the sweet fifty dollars he was getting from the rest of the group to do this. He just genuinely hoped Eddie would forgive him. He was sure a fifty dollar date could cure it, maybe. Ah, who was he kidding? He was going to have so much fucking fun with this.

SEVEN DAYS UNTIL HALLOWEEN

Richie crashed at Eddie's the night before, which definitely made it easy for him. He hadn't brought his supplies over last night for today's scare, but he did tell Mike to bring it over. He quietly crept out of Eddie's bed and down the stairs. He met Mike in the empty Kaspbrak driveway, and thanked the Lord that Sonia was out. He could get away with this without her freaking out too.

Mike handed over the supplies with a cheeky grin and a shake of his head. Richie only nodded in response, shot him a wink, and headed back inside the Kaspbrak house.

Still sleep rumpled, Richie tiptoed up the steps and into Eddie's room. He zipped open the bag as softly as he could, and pulled out the head. It was quite mangled looking, with bulging eyes, rotted teeth, and green gunk trailing out of every orifice. He had to restrain his giddy giggles as he tied a string around the hook on the crown of the head, and attached it to a pole.

He bit his tongue as he padded quietly across the floor and settled the head where his own had been laying minutes before. It was facing Eddie. Richie stood on the other side of Eddie, and as softly as he could, spoke.

“Eddie, baby.” He whispered into his boyfriend's ear, even going so far as to press a little kiss to it. “Wake up, we've got to get ready for school.”

Eddie stirred, and that's when Richie lifted the head a bit.

Eddie definitely woke up then.

A loud screech left the short boys mouth as he smacked his hands at the disgusting, floating head, his body scooting back until he fell off the bed. Richie attempted to catch him, but didn't do to well as he was also now on the floor, laughing his ass off.

Eddie's whole face was red as he glared at Richie, “Are you fucking kidding me?” He growled, standing up from the floor and dusting himself off.

Richie couldn't respond, he was laughing way too hard.

SIX DAYS UNTIL HALLOWEEN

Earlier that morning, Richie had snuck into the boy's locker room during Eddie's gym period. He, of course, knew the combination to Eddie's lock so it was an easy in. He pulled it open, and grabbed for the boys fanny pack. He unzipped it, and as meticulously as he could, extracted the others inhaler.

This was probably a stupid idea. But when were Richie's ideas not stupid?

He had a couple of little plastic bugs that he stuck in the mouthpiece of the inhaler. He knew Eddie did his best to not use the thing at all anymore, but he knew an exact way to get him to use it.

And that's where they were now. Lunch period. All of the losers were sitting outside, enjoying their food and the fall air. However, Eddie had somehow ended up in Richie’s lap, and the two of them might have been hardcore making out. It wasn't an uncommon sight, honestly. They played tonsil hockey rather often around the others.

Any time Eddie started to pull away, Richie didn't let him. He had to do this a few times before he was sure. Eddie always used his inhaler when things got a little too heated in public. It was his way of signaling the need to calm down, without explicitly saying it.

Richie finally allowed Eddie to pull away, but not without tugging on his bottom lip. He gave the boy a smirk as he unzipped his fanny pack and dug his inhaler out.

Just as he was about to put the mouthpiece to his lips, he stopped. His whole body jolted and he threw the inhaler away with a shout.

“What is it, baby cakes?” Richie asked with a smirk.

“B-bugs..in my...that's so gross...how the...what else did they get into?!” Eddie tore his fanny pack off and ripped himself out of Richie’s lap. He dumped everything out of his fanny pack and screeched when a lone bug fell out.

And then he actually looked at it.

“You dick! You could've killed me! What if I'd used it without looking!” He smacked Richie’s arm about a billion times.

“I wasn't going to let you inhale a plastic bug, Eddiekins. No worries.” He was laughing again. Richie couldn't help it.

“Go get my inhaler, asshole.”

FIVE DAYS UNTIL HALLOWEEN

Richie was happy that Eddie had calmed down since yesterday. The bugs in his inhaler had really pissed him off. Richie was sort of surprised that there were any still in the mouth piece, but either way it would have worked out.

He was laying with Eddie on the boys bed, combing his fingers through his loose hair as the other worked on homework. Richie was also scribbling down the odd answer, not really too focused on his school work at the moment. He was trying to make Eddie sleepy. He knew it was working when his pencil fell out of his fingers.

Richie continued on playing with his hair for the next few minutes. He really wanted to make sure the other was asleep. He finally got up and went to work. He had smuggled in plastic spider's and cobwebs.

The package crinkled all too loudly, so he went into the bathroom to open both of them up. The began with the cobwebs, stringing them across the room and on his bed, on his dresser and his desk. It looked like no one had been in the room for years.

Satisfied, Richie weaved himself through the web and began strategically setting up spider's. He had at least twenty of them covering the space.

But he left the best for last.

A rather large, rather real looking tarantula was to hang from the ceiling and in front of Eddie's face. As carefully as possible, Richie attached it to Eddie's ceiling. He had to use his desk chair to reach, but he made it.

He settled himself back next to Eddie, and waited. He watched the tarantula softly swing back and forth in front of the others face, guided by his soft snores.

Finally the swinging went far enough, and it bumped into his nose. Eddie startled awake. A girlish squeal left his lips and he kicked and punched at the swinging spider before it fell. His eyes met the rest of the room and he screamed again, shocked.

Boy, did he look angry when his brain woke up more.

“RICHARD TOZIER!”

“Hey babe!”

“YOU’D BETTER CLEAN THIS UP! NOW!”

FOUR DAYS UNTIL HALLOWEEN

Richie was excited for this one. He even convinced Ben and Mike to help. Ben was more on the refusing side, not wanting anything to do with Richie’s pranks, but he finally convinced him.

Mike and Ben sealed him up in a box and carried him to Eddie's front door. They knocked a few times before rushing off and Richie sat in silence.

He knew Eddie was home.

Finally, he heard the creaking of the floorboards near the front door, and the door opening slowly, as if Eddie was expecting him.

He heard a huff, and shuffling away, before he came back. “Richie, I swear to God if this is another prank, I'm kicking your ass.”

Richie had to restrain himself from chuckling, and broke out from the top of the box, screaming loudly.

Eddie squealed and punched at him, effectively landing a few on his chest.

Richie grunted a few times before grabbing his boyfriend's hands.

“Let me go!” Eddie yelled. “You're such a fucking asshole, Tozier!”

Richie tugged the clown mask off his face to grin widely at Eddie.

“But you still love me, right?”

“Fuck you.”

THREE DAYS UNTIL HALLOWEEN

Tonight's prank was stupid. Richie knew that. But he was grinding down to nothing at this point. His ideas were getting dry.

And maybe he was playing down for the next two days so that one ahead would be particularly bad.

He was an asshole. He knew.

He really wasn't trying that hard with this one either.

He had a small bottle of red food coloring in his pocket. All of the losers were eating pizza together at Bill's house, and watching horror movies.

When Eddie turned away from him, Richie pulled out the bottle and squirted a bit of it up his nose. It resulted in him sneezing, but at least now it looked less like he'd just poured it up his nose and more like his nose was bleeding.

“Ah, shit.” Richie muttered to himself, swiping at his nose with his arm.

“Wha-Richie! Don't smear that all over your skin that's gross!” Eddie screeched, scooting away from his boyfriend.

“No, no, it's fine. I've been having them for the past few days.” Richie stood and started to head to the bathroom to clean up.

“What? The last few days? Then there's something wrong! You need to go to the doctor!” Eddie followed him.

“No babe, it's fine. It's nothing.” He turned on the faucet and started cleaning it off his arms.

“No Richie, it's not fine! You probably have a brain tumor or something!” Eddie huffed.

Richie shook his head, and continued rubbing the dye off of his arm. It was staining his skin, which wasn't good. He leaned under the faucet and started scrubbing at his face, not wanting the red there for who knows how long.

“...Richie I swear to god, if this is another prank.” Eddie growled from his side.

Richie lifted his head from the sink and gave his boyfriend a sheepish grin.

“At least you didn't scare me that much this time…” Eddie turned and left the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

TWO DAYS UNTIL HALLOWEEN

Today was another easy day. Today he was just going to periodically sneak up on the boy and scare him. This was sure to be fun, even if his boyfriend refused to kiss him before he went home.

The first time he did it before class started, rushing up behind him and grabbing his side's. Eddie flinched and gasped before realizing it was Richie and smacking his arm.

Richie didn't get a good morning kiss.

The second time Richie just saw him in the hallway on accident between classes. Just before the boy reached his classroom, Richie put a hand around his mouth, and his other snaked around his waist. He could hear the muffled scream, before Eddie turned around and stomped all too hard on Richie’s toes.

“God dammit! I thought I was safe on this side of the school!” Eddie huffed.

Richie just grinned, and pecked the boy’s lips, before hopping off to his own class.

The third time had been on accident. He’d just come around a corner and the two of them smacked right into each other. It had startled Eddie enough to drop his books. Maybe not so much as a scare, but it still happened...and Eddie blamed him.

The last time was probably the best. Richie told Eddie to meet him at his truck after school, instead of on the front steps. When Eddie approached his car, Richie hopped out of the bed and landed in front of him, yes, scaring him.

“Fuck you. I’ll walk home.”

It was a fake threat, but Richie decided that was the last one, simply because he wanted to keep a hold of his balls.

ONE DAY UNTIL HALLOWEEN

Richie knew this one would piss Eddie off more than anything. And he almost felt bad, but he was running out of ideas here and tomorrow was the last one. He was going to go easy on Eddie for the last one.

He had invited Eddie over to his house because he knew the other would freak out even more if he'd done this in his room.

But Richie wasn't going to mind if the red didn't come out of his floor. Honestly, it would just be a reminder of this amazing week.

Richie had Bev help him this time. She was rather good at makeup. She made it look like he'd been hit in the back of the head with something. The gash was rather large and real looking and Richie knew Eddie was going to kill him for real this time.

He laid, face down, on his floor, and Bev went to work. She made it look like a real crime scene before shoving herself in the closet and hiding.

It was another ten minutes before Eddie started coming up the stairs.

“Richie you'd better not be planning anything else!”

He could hear him loud and clear.

His bedroom door swung open. “Rich-”

A sob sounded through the room, and Richie felt his heart break. This wasn't a good prank, not at all. He stilled his breathing as much as possible.

Eddie rolled Richie over onto his back and pulled him into his lap, blubbering and crying. Richie could feel tears hitting his cheeks.

Eddie started hyperventilating and that's when Richie knew he had to stop. He sat up quickly and held Eddie's head to his chest. “I’m sorry… I'm sorry…”

Eddie punched him harder than he had the whole time.

HALLOWEEN

Richie had something simple planned for the day. It wasn't a big deal. He really wasn't even planning to do it until later tonight.

So when he rounded the corner in the school, and a scream sounded out, Richie knew he didn't even have to do his prank tonight.

He'd already scared Eddie.

“God damnit, Richie! I'm fucking tired of this shit! Yesterday was fucking terrible! I can't get that image out of my mind, you ass! And now you're hopping around corners to fucking jump scare me?! No! I'm fucking done, Richard.” A finger was jamming harshly into his chest. “I'm. Fucking. Done. You're the worst boyfriend in the goddamn world and I'm not fucking taking it any more! It's over, Richie! I'm not...I can't…”

Richie could physically see Eddie's anger dissolve into exhaustion, and his heart broke. “Hey,...I'm sorry, baby. I shouldn't have done this… I mean it was fun for a little bit but…” he brushed some of Eddie's hair out of his face. “I just wanted to have money for once. To take you out on a nice date, you know?”

“You did this for money? For me?” Eddie asked, stepping a bit closer to Richie.

“Yeah...I did. I'm sorry it hurt you so much.” Richie pressed his forehead against Eddie's.

“I'm sorry too...for getting mad.” Eddie tells him, voice soft.

“It's okay. I deserved it.” Richie grinned down at Eddie. “But that's it. It's over. I can collect my money and take my boy out on a good damn date.”

“You'd fucking better, Tozier. You're still in the dog house.”

And he did. The day after Halloween, Richie took Eddie to a nice restaurant in Bangor. He let him pick anything he wanted. The bill amounted to about forty dollars for the both of them. After they had full bellies, they went on a short walk in the park, killing time before their movie.

“I’m sorry, again.” Richie told him, lifting his hand up to press a kiss to it.

Eddie shrugged, “It’s okay, just next time tell me what’s happening. If we can get more money out of those guys let's do it.”

Richie grinned down at his boyfriend, “You’re an evil little thing, aren’t you?”

“Did it take you this long to find out?” Eddie teased right back, “You must be a lot slower than I thought, Trashmouth.”

“Hey, that’s not nice.” Richie pouted, bumping his hip softly against Eddie’s.

“Who said I was ever nice?” Eddie retorted, shifting to wrap his arm around his boyfriends waist.

Richie lifted his arm to drape across Eddie’s shoulders.

“Hm...I think Bill said it one time, but I can’t be sure… You know, the stutter and all...makes it a little hard… you know what else is a little hard?”

“Beep beep, Richie!”

#reddie #halloween #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #fanfiction #it fanfiction #richie tozier fanfiction #eddie kaspbrak fanfiction #reddie fanfiction

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citrusratz · 7 years

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We Can Make It

A Wreck It Ralph Fanfiction from five years ago

Chapter Four

The wind of the racers speeding past nearly threw Make-It off her balance. Turbo swore quite loudly as the others took off without him, but he was hot on their tails not a fraction of a second later.

Turbo was utterly ruthless. He swerved and ground against the sides of the NPCs cars, directing them harshly off the track. He crashed quite deliberately into another, flipping him clear over and causing him to spin out and spawn back where the impact started. As Make-It flew overhead, she could hear him growling obscenities to himself and the other racers. With a cheerful barrel roll, she lowered to rush along beside his car.

“Ahoy—WOAH!” She barely managed to dodge him trying to run her down. “Watch it, there, buddy. Almost looked like you wanted to hit me!”

“If I had wanted to,” he barked back, “I wouldn’t have missed! If you come near me again, I’ll make you road kill!”

“Nice to see you too,” she grinned and tipped her still-yellow hat to him. “I hope you’re enjoying your practice race.” She picked up the speed to linger just in front of his car, facing him with a cheeky grin. This only prompted him to race even faster.

“YOU HAD BETTER NOT LET ME GET MY HANDS ON YOU,” he looked just about ready to leap out of his seat and tackle her.

“Oh, calm your bits,” she flipped her brush through the air to produce a big, fluffy, blue blanket, which immediately smacked itself against Turbo’s face. “Crybaby.”

His tires yelled just about as loud as he did as he swerved blindly, clawing at the blanket, having quite a difficult time getting it off his face with the speed that he was going. Make-It took that opportunity to land on the hood of his car, but overestimated her ability to hang on. The momentum flung her right into the driver just as it did the blanket. Both of them yelped and cussed in surprise, but when Turbo had pushed and struggled against her long enough to figure out it was her, his hands immediately flew to her neck.

He was screaming something muffled but obviously profane as he shook her. She squealed and clawed at his hands, landing a solid kick to his side that loosened his grip just enough for her to escape. Flying about ten feet above him, she coughed and spluttered.

“Gosh,” she wheezed, “should have named YOU Grabby.”

His fingers swiped at the air for a moment, but returned to his wheel when he felt himself spinning out. The other racers were a decent way ahead now, and he was relying purely on memory to see where he was going. Sure enough, he began skidding off track.

“Woah, now,” Make-It swooped down to grab onto his spoiler, “let me help you.”

He screeched something that sounded very close to “I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP!”

Make-It noted their direction that, if left uncorrected, would send them blasting through the walls of Turbo’s mansion. With quick glances at Turbo, the mansion, her own body, and the crowd, she quickly set to work painting every bit of his car that she could reach a rich, lovely pink. She finished off with his helmet and jumpsuit, barely avoiding getting swatted away.

“Okay, you can look now,” she told him as she grabbed onto the blanket and tore it upwards through the air. Turbo froze for a moment, taking in his suddenly very feminine car and jumpsuit, his place in the race, and his course set straight for the wall, but swerved back onto the track with an enraged and panicked yell. The others were nearly sixty feet ahead of him, and this did not please him in the slightest. Sparks blazed from his bumper as he shifted gears and rocketed forward so quickly that Make-It had trouble keeping up.

“Wait up, there, little buddy!”

He merely shouted some obscenities in response.

“Wow, there, grumpy. What’s your rating?”

“GET. OFF. MY. TRACK!”

“I’m not ON your track!” She pointed to her feet, grinning and winking. He swore several more times.

He was gaining on the others with impressive speed, and he would overtake them in a matter of seconds. Make-It knew that she could not keep up with him with just her little rocket shoes. She searched dutifully for another approach to messing with him, and found her answer in the fact that the track was curving. Cutting across the grass to the finish line, she landed, her stance wide.

This did not go unnoticed to Turbo. The racers were already behind him, and his eyes were fixed on where she was standing. He wanted to mow her down and he did not intend to miss. She took long, deep breaths, the pounding of her heart drowning everything out.

She crouched, her brush against the track, waiting until the very last chance she had to blast herself backwards, painting a huge puddle of oil as she went, and zipped upwards as quickly as she could.

Turbo cried out in alarm before inevitably driving into the black mass of oil. The sparks from his bumper set the pool ablaze as he passed over it. His traction completely disappeared as his car spun out and went flying down the track, not stopping until he slammed into the side of a bleacher. Some of the black, featureless pixels of the structure shattered and rained down on him. The fans shrieked in panic, but the bleacher did not fall.

Make-It lowered to hover over the flames that he had left behind. The other racers had stopped. Even though the race was over and Turbo had still won, they were all splitting their sides laughing, pounding on their steering wheels and honking their horns. Make-It noted with dismay that Nose had spawned with a healed face and she could no longer tell her partners in crime apart from the others. What she assumed to be one of them gave her a fleeting thumbs up, however.

The fans were whining and wailing in brainless confusion. Turbo sat completely still in his car, his hands gripping the steering wheel like a lifeline, his face the epitome of silent rage.

Make-It frowned. For some reason, she did not find it funny anymore. She had no reason to dislike Turbo, or to be on the NPCs’ side, or to even want a trophy. She had come looking for a fun prank, but she was only halfway done and already felt like a jerk.

She hovered over to the pink racer slowly, keeping a safe distance and very carefully coming into his view. His fingers groped the wheel that squeaked under the pressure.

“Uh,” she tried to say something, tried to clear her throat, tried to come up with anything to say, but she drew a complete blank. His eyes darted up to her, pure molten anger and loathing bubbling in his yellow gaze. Her heart twisted. She was definitely in too deep, much deeper than she had intended. They stared at each other, neither blinking, for nearly a minute.

She opened her mouth to speak, but quickly closed it. She knew that she was born with her foot in her mouth and whatever she said would only make it worse. Drawing out her brush, she painted the shape of a shining, golden trophy, and wrote carefully on the plaque, “I’m sorry for being such a cuss.”

Knocking it into existence, she landed and stepped carefully towards him as if she were approaching a landmine. She paused beside him, giving him a fair chance to punch her in the face, and gently placed the trophy in his lap. He did not even glance at it.

Her hands fidgeted awkwardly at her sides. “Mm. Sorry.”

She took to the air again and zipped back over to the car of the racer that had given her the thumbs up, landing hard on his hood and deliberately putting a dramatic bend in it. He flinched back.

“Wow, sheesh, go on a diet or something—”

“The deal’s off,” she deadpanned. “Keep your worthless trophy.”

Straightening up, she brought her foot harshly against his face, resulting in a sickening crack. He shouted in pain and anger as she hovered backwards, observing his bloodied and broken nose when he pulled his hand away. Soaring dejectedly to the console’s train station, she painted herself back to her normal colors and flew down the tunnel without taking the train.

“Not my business,” she muttered. “Friggin screw-up. Screwing everyone up.”

Her trip through Game Central Station was uneventful. There were hardly any characters wandering around, as the arcade was just about to open. Without pausing to observe or re-paint anything, she floated into Fix-It Felix Jr.’s station and plopped herself down on the train.

By the time the first quarter was inserted, Make-It was curled up in her bed, bunched up in several more blankets than she had when the morning started. The building shook as Ralph did his damage and Felix’s sound effects echoed down the out-chute. She stared quietly at the garish and paint-splattered walls, unable to shake the sight of Turbo frozen stiff in his car. Sure, he probably deserved what he got. Maybe. But it was not her business. None of it was even remotely her business.

And even though she knew that her own business was sticking her nose where it did not belong, she felt terrible. She remembered telling Grabby that she was there of her own free will, that her code was not the reason why she had agreed to prank Turbo. That only made her feel worse.

Running it all through her head and considering it all, though, she had to admit that her code probably had a great deal to do with it. She did not want that trophy. She did not like Nose and Grabby. She did not hate Turbo. She just wanted to cause a ruckus and disrupt the everyday routine, as was her purpose as a character. Despite her code, and despite how hilarious it had been at the time, she was not proud of what she had done. She wanted to go back and fix everything, but she had no idea how.

She curled up tighter and tried to fall asleep, fighting away the nagging feelings of being a worthless, one-dimensional little pest.

The day passed by for Make-It just as any other might have. None of the gamers entered her combination correctly. Ruckus and mayhem overhead played out like any other background music to her, she had become so accustomed to it. The only difference within this day was that she did not spend the hours repainting everything at least five times and experimenting over what she could manage to create. She trudged around draped in layers of blankets, rolled around lazily on the floor, mushed her face against the walls, and ate tub upon tub of candy. She was quite content to wallow in guilt and negativity for as long as she felt she deserved.

She was face down in a bucket of gummy worms and nearly asleep when she heard the knocking and scratching. It was coming from behind Niceland, in the general area of the shaft that she used to enter her suite. Miniscule amounts of dust and dirt fluttered down with each knock.

“Hello? Mavy? Jimminy jamminy, where’s the door…?”

She took in a deep breath of the sickly sweet gummy worm air and sighed. Poor, sweet Felix was only going to make her feel even guiltier. But she supposed she deserved it.

“It’s the seventh stone from the left,” she called up. “Just hop on it.”

“Oh. Let’s see here…” he paused in what she could only assume was a moment to count the rocks. “And… seven.”

She heard him plummet down with an alarmed yelp, step off the stone, and watch it fly back to its place in the garden, but she did not look up from her gelatin grave.

“Thanks, Ma—Mavy? What are you doing?”

She groaned. The gummy candy was a surprisingly good sound insulator. A hand rested on her back.

“Cuz, did you eat too many treats and get a tummy ache? What’s the matter?”

“Gummy worms are my business,” she grumbled, “and my prime directive.”

“Aw, c’mon now, Mavy, you’re not talkin’ sense,” he lifted her from her sulking and leaned her against a wall. She bundled herself up in her layers and watched the candies fall from her face and into her lap.

Felix nestled up beside her, putting his hands on his knees. “Now, why the long face?”

“First,” she said, trying to sound more energetic than she was, “can you tell me why you came down here?”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized far too sincerely, “isn’t it okay for me to visit my cousin? Plus there’s a teeny something I need to discuss with you, but first I wanna know why you were trying to drown yourself in candy.”

She sighed. “I screwed up, I made a bad decision, I made a mistake and I’m trying to move on.”

“By suffocating yourself in candy...?”

“I could breathe just fine,” she shrugged, eating the gummies from her lap and spluttering when any of them had a hair on it. “I was just punishing myself for being an idiot.”

Felix frowned. “That doesn’t sound like you at all. The Mavy I know would never sit around worrying about one little mistake. She’d pop right back up and make something new, something better. That’s what you do with your art, isn’t it?”

“Well… yes,” she nodded a bit, trying to look at him but to also avoid his gaze, “but this mistake was not art. I messed up someone else in their game for no good reason. I just made someone unhappy and pleased a bunch of bad guys’ code-given desire to see their protagonist fail. It was my first day out of my game and I screwed it up already.” She threw the last gummy worm from her lap across the room in frustration. “And now I can’t even decide exactly WHY I feel bad, because I was just doing what was in my code, but I feel bad in a different part of me, and it’s just so confusing, and I don’t even want to think about it so I’m numbing my brain with gallons of candy!”

Her cousin sat rigid, his fingers raised a bit as if he wanted to touch her but was not sure how.

She sighed heavily. “Look, Felix, I don’t especially want to talk about it. It just aggravates me. I’ll figure it out eventually. Just… What is it you needed?”

He shifted and cleared his throat. “Well,” he stared at his feet and gave a half-hearted smile, “uh… Turbo came to visit today.”

Make-It’s heart burst into heavy, sinking flames. “…Why?”

“He was… Well, gosh, he was mad. And he was all… pink.”

She frowned, hiding herself in her blankets. “What did he want..?”

“He needed my help,” Felix avoided his cousin’s eyes that time. “He said that his spotlights were broken and one of his bleachers was cracked. His track had also been scorched pretty badly. He said that there was a… uh…” He flinched at the memory, seemingly filtering through his words, “…A… flying yellow girl with a magic paintbrush.”

Make-It whimpered against her knees. “That’s not how he worded it, was it?”

“Um…” Felix twiddled his thumbs. “No.”

The lump of shivering blankets that made up Make-It groaned mournfully.

“But, well, I went and helped him of course, I fixed his spotlights and his bleacher and the track… But I couldn’t fix his suit or his car. It was pink no matter which way I hammered. He seemed pretty put down about that… Uh… So… I don’t know, Mavy, but you might feel better if you… you know, went and fixed that for him. I know that you were the girl with the brush, unless you’ve got a duplicate that I don’t know about.”

“Nope,” she whined, “that was me. The biggest jerk in the arcade.”

“Mavy, no,” he squeezed her shoulders. “Everybody slips up sometimes. But you know what we do? We fix it, and we make it better. Right?”

It was all Make-It could do to not let her emotions leak out everywhere. Taking a deep, calming breath, she leaned the tiniest bit in her cousin’s direction to rest on his shoulder. With another great inhale and much blinking, she nodded briefly.

“Yeah,” he smiled and patted her shoulder. “Now, c’mon,” he stood, pulling her up and pushing the blankets to the floor, tidying up her sticky hair and clothes, and pushing the edges of her mouth up into a smile, “go on and get some closure. You’ll feel better in a jiffy.”

She chanced a look into his eyes and immediately regretted it. He was just so loving, nurturing, and affectionate. It made her feel positively sappy inside.

“Thanks, cuz,” she forced another one of her wobbly smiles reserved only for Felix. He patted her shoulders again and nudged her towards the out-chute. After they had both popped out into the open air, stuck the perfect landing and said their goodbyes, Make-It headed for Game Central Station with her heart pounding in her belly.

#wreck it ralph #wir #fanfiction #fix it felix #turbo #make it mavis #writing

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thirstyfortom · 7 years

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So I was wondering if you could write a Saeyoung X MC fic about her moving in with him and them experiencing all these first, like going to bed together, eating dinner, waking up in the same bed etc etc. all the fluff and cute stuffs, maybe a little ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) sexy time as well.

This isn’t as fluffly as you probably wanted, but I hope you enjoy this! I love doing insecure Saeyoung, idk why.

Five Years

Your eyeswere closed, you didn’t really need to open them since you couldn’t see himwith his face buried between your legs under the covers, plus, you could seethe entire galaxy with just the sensations he’s been causing you with hisskilful tongue, you just needed to focus on the waves of pleasure flooding yourwhole body. You grabbed the sheets and bit your lip, muffling a moan, and then,finally, you opened your eyes. Only to find a pair of golden satisfied eyesstaring at your blushed face.

“You canscream if you want, you know?” Saeyoung said, crawling over you. “I would enjoya lot…” he kissed you deeply. “Oh, by the way, good morning, roomie!”

“Goodmorning, roomie.” You giggled, noticing his actual good morning greeting to youdidn’t involve words… he just made his way to between your legs and did hismagic. “Should I say ‘thank you, roomie’ for this… welcoming greet?”

“You canthank me later.” You knew what this implied, you could see all over his grin,but he was right, this had to wait. It was going to be a busy day for both ofyou, there was still a lot to unpack.

You don’treally remember when you two decide it was time to move in together. You justcaught yourself stuffing one of his cars with a bunch of boxes and next thingyou know, here were you. You slept over a few times, you made him breakfastbefore, and it wasn’t that different now, was that bad? I mean, was it bad hownatural everything felt? How it felt like this was just one of many first nights you’ve beenthere?

“I’m stillworking on my device to hack into you, so until then, you have to tell me whatyou’re thinking…” he said, noticing you were spacing out.

“Is itokay… not to be nervous right now? I mean, are you nervous about… this?”

“Come on,MC, it’s me! I’m always nervous! I almost panicked last night thinking I forgotthe box with your stuffed animals… WHICH I didn’t, so don’t need to look at melike that!” yeah, you almost panicked right there too.”But… I’m glad one of usis mature enough to be totally chill about this, maybe I’ll relax soon seeingyou relaxed?”

“I hopeso.” You smiled, he smiled back, and your eyes were locked. “Saeyoung, turn offthe tap, you’re wasting water!” he started washing the dishes again.

And then itbegan the round 2 of unpacking. Saeyoung was shocked at how many glasses youhad, why did you need it so many? He only had a plastic cup for over 3 years!He was also fascinated at the fact you brought almost a library with you! So…many… books! Looks like “The Expert Playboy” would have to get out to make somespace for your much more interesting collection.

“Oh hohoho,MC! Look what I found!” he was fidgeting a bunch of photos on his hand andlooking at you with a teasing tone. Oh no… “You were on a band?” OH NO!

There wereboxes and bubble wrapper everywhere, but neither of you cared about the mess,you were too busy looking at your photos. “So… I gotta ask, which erarepresents more your career? The… cheerleader phase or… the grunge phase?”

“Bite me!”

“If youinsist…” and he actually went to bite your shoulder, you defended yourselfshoving the pictures on his face. “Wait, hold on! Who’s that?”

“Who? Oh,this one? He was my boyfriend…” Saeyoung fixed his glasses to look at itbetter.

“Hmmm…guess you always had a thing for guys with glasses, huh?” you laughed and hesmiled softly, but then he got serious of a sudden. “What was him like?”

“He was…really sweet. A little pretentious, but… yeah, he was cool.”

“Why didyou break-up?”

“Hum… itwas… it didn’t really happen for a reason. We were almost finishing highschool, and… I guess we both noticed there wasn’t much of a future for us…” youdidn’t like the course of this conversation…

“Future?I’m very nervous about the future, MC…” he was looking down “You,me, Saeran,the RFA… it’s just… What if one day you wake up and realize there’s no much ofa future for us?” oh no…

“Saeyoungthis is… this is completely different! This was just a high school fling, youare… you are… my soulmate, I loved you from the moment you appeared on my lifeand I’m even living with you now! I want a future with you so much!”

“You do…?Oh, MC… this is…it’s just everything is terrifying, you know?”

“Of courseI do! But you have to be positive about it… think… think about your life, let’ssay, 5 years ago, would you ever think that you would be here? With Saeranbeside you? And… someone like me to love you the way I do?”

“No…?”

“See? Youcan’t… predict how is it gonna be, you just have to wait for good things tohappen, because they do happen, Saeyoung! I know they do happen for goodpeople! And don’t waste your time trying to convince me you’re not a goodperson, I know you are!”

He smiled,you could see his eyes were glossy due to some tears fighting to roll down.”Iwill be happy, right? I will be happy with you and my brother and RFA, andwe’re gonna be this big loving twisted family forever, right?”

“Only ifyou want to…” you hugged him, he cupped your face and planted a passionate kisson your lips. It wasn’t romantic or lustful, it was just… someone desperate tofeel all your love, and did you want to give him.

“So… whatdid you expect your life to be five years ago?”

“Hmmm… Iwanted to be a big hit with my amazing synth album! And… I just wanted to behappy, maybe sharing my life with someone I love and trust, and it would be abonus if he had red hair and cute glasses. Can you imagine?”

“Oh my! Whocould tell you were a psychic? Or… half psychic since the synth album was aflop… wait! So there was a synth phase too? Show me the photos!”

“NEVER!”

“I’ll findthem, MC, mark my words!” and he attacked you, tickling your sides “Tell me andI’ll show you mercy, MC!”

You wereunder him, squirming and tearing between your laughs. You would much rather lethim torture you like this than keep seeing him so insecure and afraid. You bothhad still a long way to go when it comes to his problems, but for now… it wasgood to laugh and focus on the present.

“What did Itell you? I knew these two were incapable of unpacking everything withoutgetting distracted!”

“Hmph.” Youknew those voices.

“Vanderwood!Saeran! Nice to see you, guys!” you greeted them, trying not to show yourembarrassment for being caught like that…

“Good tosee you again, MC. I must say I’mdisappointed, I had no hopes for him, but you… I thought you were better than…this.” Vanderwood said on a very judgemental way.

“Why wouldyou even think that? Haven’t you know me?” you asked, your answer made evenSaeran chuckle a little.

“Alright, youtwo, quit shitting around! I don’t know if you forget, but this place is minetoo, so let’s organize it before the day is over, okay?” both you and Saeyoungsquealed a little, Saeran was so cute scolding you. “Stop looking at me likethat, you… freak duo!” oh my! Listen to him trying not to cuss you outcompletely… so adorable!

Vanderwood’sdiligence and Saeran’s complaints madeyou two finally get back to work, but you kept slacking off as Saeyoung kepthugging you and trying to bite you. So Vanderwood assigned tasks for you two indifferent areas to keep you two separated.

When theday, and the work, were over, you begged Vanderwood to join you and the twinsfor some dinner and maybe a movie. Now all four of you were on the couch,Saeyoung was trying to cuddle you, but you were embarrassed doing in front ofSaeran and a guest.

“Hey…thanks for what you said early… I’m… I’m not that scared anymore.” Saeyoung whispered.

“Youaren’t?”

“No, Imean… I’m just…super excited for all things to come, is it okay to feel like this?Like, I’m so… eager to imagine how my life’s gonna be in 5 years, knowing that…you’ll be here with me” he held your hand. You were so happy you wanted to cryand kiss all over his face.

“Well… Iknow it’s gonna be amazing, for sure! But for now… I’m just thinking what’sabout to happen in 5 minutes…”

“What?”

“Well, Ididn’t forget your… warm welcome this morning, so… I’ve been thinking how torepay, because you know… we should share our fairs equally at this house fromnow on…”

“I couldn’tagree with you more! I really value harmony between parts! Especially myparts…”

“Oh God,that was awful, Saeyoung!” you laughed.

“Yeah, andtry to talk lower you two, we’re listening to everything!” Saeran said.

“Sorry,gentlemen. I just remembered we… have to vacuum my bedroom. You know.MC?Because there will be a lot of sucking and blowing?” you didn’t even have timeto blush or say anything about his bad puns, he just carried you away, a thud could be heard.

“Oh no, MC! It looks like you banged your head. Mc, how’s your head?”

“Well, I’ve never had any complaints!”

“Hell yeah!”

Vanderwoodand Saeran looked at each other.

“Gross”they said at the same time.

#mystic messenger fics #mc x saeyoung

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I woke up extra early because today is Liana’ birthday, I can’t believe she is already four. I had her four years ago today, how time fly’s I just can’t believe it. We are currently in London and luckily Chris has a day off today so today will be Liana’ day, we are just going to spend time with just her. Trying to keep it low-key so meaning less bodyguards and less people, I just want it to be Chris and I but I know we have to take one bodyguard. Chris needs to wake his ass up but I will let him sleep because I have left Liana’ balloons in Mel’ bedroom, Liana would have found them if I tried to hide it anywhere else. Luckily Chris has rented out this mansion in London so we are all together, checking to see if Liana’ is still asleep. Poking my head over Chris and she still is asleep, let me make my way to Mel’ room now.

I don’t really think of the Miscarriage which is a good thing, my healing process has been with Chris. At times I forget which when I do remember I get really upset like I shouldn’t forget such a thing, I am just sitting back and waiting even though Chris and I haven’t had sex since, it is because Liana’ sleeps with us in our bed so we do not get the chance. The floorboards creaked a little as I walked down the hall, I stopped in my tracks as Mel’ door opened. I was about to speak but then stopped myself seeing a muscular arm half out of the door “if I don’t leave now then they will see” my eyes widened, his voice. Moving backwards slowly, my eyes fixated at this “see you later” Big D walked out, I gasped but placed my hand over my mouth. I am going to kill this bitch, she lied to me and never told me this. Hiding behind the corner as he made his way my way, I hope he doesn’t see me. Holding my breath as he walked by me and made his way down the stairs, oh my god this bitch.

Skipping towards her bedroom and opened the door “really!?” I spat, Mel is half way getting out of bed “caught in the motherfucking act, you been fucking Chris’ bodyguard?” Mel shushed me “shut yo mouth up, Jen can hear too” walking into the bedroom closing the door slowly “I want details, I came to pick up Liana’ things and I see this? Wow, I thought we was friends” Mel rubbed her face “if I told you then you would have told Chris, don’t lie to me because you would have. You would’ve told Chris and then he would tease me all day” blinking at her several times “how long?” I want to know “erm, just before you and Chis broke up. For a while now” I gawked at Mel “and you never told me?” I am hurt “because then you would’ve made me tell you things about Chris, you wanted information back then with all that court case. I just didn’t want this relationship to get involved with our friends, please hear me out. I would never lie to you on purpose” my face softened “I believe you, Chris and I do ruin other people when we split. Like Mijo and you” Mel shrugged “but Big D? I mean, does he live up to the name?” Mel giggled her little heart out, it made me so happy to see that side to her “he really does” I squealed “I want details!!!” I spat, I want to know everything.

I was supposed to be getting Liana’ things but this is better, sitting Indian style on her bed “did y’all?” pointing at the bed “no, Jen is next door and her ass would have cussed me out” letting out an oh “I can’t believe that you are dating Big D, I never knew his real name?” how rude of me “Damian Klayton James” my eyes widened “look at you, you finna be Mrs James huh?” Mel waved me off “I am sorry, I mean I should have said it but I wanted to keep it away. I think we are strong enough anyways, you can tell Chris because I am done with hiding” I can tell she is “so did you know everything Chris was doing back when we split?” Mel bit her lip “sorry” she said in a whisper “I did know because he would be working, he just would say Chris is a mess. He loves his job though, he likes Chris a lot so I don’t want that changing” I don’t want to be the one to say it but I can never keep anything to myself “I am happy for you, he is a really nice man so I am happy” holding my arms out, Mel came into me to hug me close “thank you so much” Mel said in my ear.

I honestly want to keep it a secret but I can’t hold it in, I want to tell Chris but then I don’t. Wait till I see Big D, I am going to be calling him Damian now. He is with my friend so it is first name basis, closing my bedroom door. Wait till Liana wakes up and sees all the balloons and presents, I also got her little birthday outfit ready. My baby girl all grown up, getting my phone out. I have changed my number on my family, which I feel bad about but I don’t need it. It is sad when they can’t see their own niece and grandchild, least I have Joyce with us. I have been saving this picture to post on Instagram for a while now, when I held my baby for the very first. Tears pricked my eyes, my heart ached as I yearned for this moment again but right now I am blessed, I look a mess but I don’t care. The smile on my face, best day ever. Captioning the picture ‘Four years old. Phucking four years, how? Where has time gone. My baby Liana Brown was born on this day, she changed my life for the better. I have found my partner, my best friend, my daughter, my heart that tells me what colors to wear. Always wants to match with her mommy, she is my happiness. I love you baby girl’ I just want to wake her up now.

Lifting the covers off Chris a little, I smirked knowing I am going wake him up in a stupid way “oh Christopher” dragging my nail down Chris’ back “baby” my finger hooked onto the rim of his shorts, pulling them down a little “wow, look at that ass” getting my hand ready to slap his ass but he moved quickly on to his back “the hell you doing?” Chris said huskily “waking you up?” I smiled “you trying to put your finger in my booty hole?” looking at Chris in disgust “that is disgusting” Chris raised an eyebrow “but you was you trying to pull my shorts down freak? Eat my ass out one time” waving Chris off “you are disgusting Chris, if people knew how nasty you are. I don’t know how anyone finds you attractive” I ranted on, letting out a yelp as he swept me off my feet. Placing my arms around his neck “excuse me ma’am? Are you speaking about how nasty I am? I done seen nasty things with you? Like the very time you had that-” placing my hand over his mouth “stop, you’re speaking too much” I laughed, I hate him.

Liana squinted her eyes, her hair everywhere. She looked at both Chris and I before Chris jumped on the bed “it’s your birthday Liana” he jumped on the bed, Liana giggled in excitement trying to get up “go, go, go, go it’s ya birthday! Ayeee” Chris lifted her up, she looked in amazement at the balloons. Chris picked her up “mine mommy” she pointed as she took the balloon “all for you princess” Chris stepped off the bed with Liana “good morning baby, we got so many things to do” pressing a kiss to her cheek “ok, ready?” Chris said, I nodded my head “Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Liana, Happy birthday to you!!” we both sang together, Liana screamed out clapping “yay!!” Liana shouted all happy, Chris and I both kissing Liana.

Smiling wide hearing Liana singing loudly in the bathroom “what you singing baby?” Robyn asked, she is giving Liana a bath while I sit here on my bed “oh na na mommy” pulling a face “that song is stank!” I shouted “oh shut up hater, that song is nice baby. Ignore daddy he is a hater” I am not interested anymore, trash song with Drake. Let me finish posting this picture of Liana and Robyn ‘Happy Birthday to my little momma, my little queen. The first lady of the home (After Rihanna of course) I am so blessed to have you in my life Liana, you changed me for the better and I thank you for that’ she is four already, what is Robyn and I doing. We need to have more kids, we need ten. I think that is a nice even number, I am just upset because I know Liana is growing up too quickly for me, what am I going to do when she starts choosing me over boys.

“Chris are you ready to see Liana?” Robyn walked out “she said she wants to impress you” Robyn pointed at me, I am so excited to see her now. Placing my phone down to the side of me “come on baby, I am waiting for my birthday girl” Liana walked out as she fixed her Burberry handbag on her shoulder, I gasped “oh my baby, look at you” she looks so damn beautiful “I will forgive you for singing oh na na now” Robyn scoffed “she is looking like those British posh girls, all Burberry too. Looking fly as hell” I like this outfit on her “you worth it, just you” Robyn side eyed me “Liana, do not make a mess. You have on white, I will be very upset. We are going out so please don’t” she is trusting a four year old girl that will not care, good luck with that.

Stepping out of the car first “come on” holding my hand out, Liana grabbed my hand as I helped her out of the car “my bag dad” she pointed inside the car, grabbing the bag “here baby” Liana took the bag from me “ahem, what about me?” Robyn spat, looking back in the car “hmm, missing nobody” I shrugged turning around “really Chris!?” Robyn said, turning around laughing “baby, I am joking. Come here, let me help you too. My two queens are so spoilt” Robyn is getting so annoyed with me, let me start being good. Looking at the cinema complex in London, we are going to watch My Little Pony movie, I am about to be so bored but what can I say. Robyn held Liana’ right hand and I held her left hand “this is so special Chris, little things like this she will remember forever” Robyn said as we walked “yeah, I am sad she is growing up though” I pouted saying.

Liana is sat between Robyn and I, this makes so sad. Looking over at Robyn in sadness “what is wrong?” she reached over stroking my cheek “I can’t play with your kitty while it’s dark” Robyn snorted laughing while pushing my head away “you nasty, we have our baby with us. Stop being nasty” I sighed out “you not going to share that?” pointing at the popcorn “mine” Liana held the popcorn close to her “ok, let me rephrase that. I am taking some” grabbing a hand full, who she think she is taking the whole thing. Looking across me, smiling at Rich. Grabbing some of the popcorn with my free hand and throwing them across to him, he flinched looking around “you having fun over there?” I shouted laughing “Chris, shut up” Robyn said, Rich does not look happy at all, I feel for him. This is boring as shit.

Liana wanted to sit on my lap so then Robyn sat closer to me, I have Liana on my lap and Robyn resting her head on my shoulder. Can you imagine if I have another girl, I will be surrounded “look” Liana said pointing, I have not kept up with this storyline so I am lost “oh yeah baby I see it” I don’t see shit “I go pee pee” Liana climbed off my lap, she turned around holding her middle part “I go” she jumped up and down “you want me to take her?” I asked Robyn, she moved off my shoulder “I will go” moving my feet in as Robyn walked by me, Rich quickly got up to walk with them. This is a terrible movie, resting my feet up on the seat ahead of me. Getting my phone out and opening twitter, I don’t really fuck with twitter like this anymore. I am just going to tweet how boring this is, typing out the tweet ‘My Little Pony….. The movie needs to do better, I am unimpressed’ pressing send, this is what Liana has got me down too. I am tweeting about a fucking cartoon, I honestly think its rubbish.

Holding Liana in my arms as we walked towards these two white ladies, I really should have worn better shoes because these are about to get dirty. Liana looked around all wide eyed, my daughter is going to be riding on a pony for the very first time “hello, I am Jessica and this is Rose” shaking their hands as so did Robyn “Paul is just getting the pony out but welcome, we heard that a little someone likes My Little Pony” the girl said, I think it was Jessica. Liana got a little shy looking away “well Liana, we have a riding hat for you to keep” Rose bought the hat in front of her “aww you didn’t have too” Robyn said “it’s her birthday and she can keep this, you want to come and meet star?” placing Liana down “we going to see pony baby” Liana ran to Robyn, grabbing Robyn’ hand. I wonder if I could ride a horse, must hurt to ride though.

This pony is so small and fat “oh my god, this is cute. Is it a girl?” I asked “yes it is, she is called star” she is so beautiful “she is so cute and small” stroking her head “can I take her home?” I chuckled “she has beautiful hair” Robyn would complement her hair “look Liana, you like it?” she is so amazed, she has seen cartoons but a real life pony “you can touch baby” Robyn said as she touched the pony, Liana watched Robyn as she did “nice mommy?” Liana asked, Robyn nodded “go on baby, touch” Robyn picked Liana up, Liana hesitantly touched the pony and gasped “nice baby?” Liana nodded “you want to sit Liana? We can walk around here for a while” Liana nodded her head, I hope she goes with the women because I don’t want to be going in the dirt. Robyn placed Liana on the pony, smiling widely “look at you baby” the girl placed Liana’ riding hat on, she looks so damn cute “I need to buy you a pony now baby” Liana reached over and stroked it’s hair, she likes it.

Watching from afar as the rider walked around the yard with Liana, she loves it “our daughter is going to be so boujee, can I go horse riding daddy. Cup of tea daddy” I started doing a British accent “you think she will be a posh girl? I mean look at me” Robyn said, looking at Robyn “uh, that is true. You are far from that” Robyn folded her arms “you’re an ass, you know what. I was going to tell you some gossip but not now, you don’t spoil me no more. You leave me behind” a smile formed on my face “wow, on Liana’ birthday and you being a brat” grabbing Robyn’ folded arms and pulling her into me “I love you, I am so proud on how far you have come. You know I spoil you, I would even have you riding a horse but then I would get jealous. The only thing you should be riding is me” Robyn busted out laughing “nasty ass” she said while poking her lips out, pecking her lips “I love you more” wrapping my arms around Robyn.

We threw a party for Liana at the home, we invited just the dancers, Chris’ friends just to have a little fun but I am on my snooping mode. I have been watching Mel and Damian very closely, they have been at this for a while now. They walk by each other like they do not exist to each other. Sipping my drink walking towards Mel, I wish they would just talk because I know now “sooo” sliding across to Mel “so what bitch?” she spat, eyeing her up and then looking at him “stop it” she said “sooo Damian” I said looking at him “yeah boss” he said “don’t call me boss, call me Robyn. We are on first name basis as seen as you are now dicking down my friend” his mouth fell open “erm what?” he said all confused “I have not told Chris yet but I am happy for you both, don’t hide it but just know I will come for you if you upset her” I can’t believe how shy he really is “I won’t” Big D is so adorable, bless him.

He is so quiet “you are so embarrassing” Mel said hiding her face “do you mind if I call you Damian? Such a nice name, better then Big D. Makes me think that I am saying Big Dick” I said smiling “big what?” Chris said behind me, I gasped looking behind “uhhhh nothing” my voice became all high pitched “wow Robyn” turning around “I was just joking around, just ignore me Chris” Chris is now mean mugging Damian “I am watching you homie” grabbing Chris’ arm and pulling him out “stop being so damn serious, what is up?” stopping outside the kitchen area “to get a family picture but you busy calling my bodyguard Big Dick” oh no, he has got a face on with me “baby, you the only big dick I know. Stop it” Chris moved his arm away from me.

I feel bad now, he thinks I was calling him Big Dick, I need to tell the truth “come on sweetie, family picture” Joyce waved me over, walking over to Joyce as I looked at Chris but he wouldn’t look at me. Joyce placed her arm around me “such a beautiful day with the people I love” with Chris and I on either side and Liana in Chris’ arms, Lo took the picture of us. Damian and Mel both watched on but Chris is far from happy and I feel bad, this is why Mel don’t like us to be involved “Chris, can I speak to you?” I said, Joyce moved away from us “please, in the bedroom?” Chris placed Liana down “ma, look after her” I am sure some quick sex will get him back in a good mood, walking towards Mel and Damian “yeah you better move big dickhead” I gasped turning around “seriously, stop being so childish” dragging him away.

Chris moved his arm away from mine “I don’t wish to speak to you, I can’t believe you was calling my bodyguard big dick. That has really upset me” standing on the top of the stairs “it’s not that, you got the end of the conversation. I have gossip for you though” looking down the stairs before slowly placing my hand over his bulge “uh no” Chris stepped back “Chris, I am sorry. If you fuck me hard enough I may tell the secret. Come on big dick” he is being stubborn but he knows damn well he wants to fuck me “I am all wet for you” I know he is not going to say no again Chris’ lips came crashing down on mine “get a room!!” Hood shouted, I moved back “oh god” hiding my face with my hand, Chris picked me up placing me over his shoulder “sorry” I said waving Hood off.

Chris placed me down and we barely got into the room before his lips were on mine again “Chris!” I mumbled into the kiss before pulling back a little “let me get out of my dress first” he will rip it when I want to go back down in this “Let me help you, I always do” I snorted “sure you do, by destroying my dress” I stepped back and stepped out of my shoes. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see Chris’ disappointed face “I can tell you enjoy ripping my clothes off, baby I just want to wear this again. Don’t you think I look sexy in it?” Chris nodded in agreement

Letting my dress fall to the ground “you are so beautiful baby, I get jealous when you call other men big dick though” he won’t let this go but will understand when I tell him what happened, turning around to face him as I stood in front of him in nothing but a white lace bra and thong “if you fuck me good enough I may tell you the gossip” I shrugged, Chris laid back on his elbows with his feet dangling over the edge of the bed “you really asking for it” he squinted his eyes as he stood up and undid the belt buckle to his pants letting them drop to the floor along with his boxers, walking slowly towards me as I turned around. He stood behind me, careful not to touch me, his breath tickling the back of my neck as he bought his head down to the crook of my neck breathing in my scent.

My body tensed up awaiting his touch, an electric shock quickly travelled through my body and my stomach clenched. Every nerve in my body coming alive up when his fingers finally touched my skin, caressing the length of my back. I breathed in feeling Chris’ growing manhood pressed up against me. “Baby” feeling his lips on my shoulder turn into a smirk, trailing his fingers around to my stomach stopping at the rim of my panties, Chris dipped his hands in my panties and my legs spread immediately as he pressed his index finger against my clit “Chris, please” I begged grabbing a hold of his wrist. “What do you want?” He growled dropping my panties down to my ankles. I quickly turned around. Stepping out of my underwear and kicking them to the side.

“I want you to stop playing and give me the di-” Chris cut me off by plunging his tongue down my throat. I moaned into his mouth as Chris stepped between me and spread my thighs, his dick poking against my core. Gripping my hips he lifted me up and placed me down on the dresser a few feet away from where we stood. His knees bucking when I reached down and gripped his dick firmly in my hands, fisting him tightly before leading his dick to my opening. The two of us locked eyes as Chris slid into me with ease. My wet walls griping him tightly. I spread my legs wide as Chris held my hands against the wall above my head, thrusting in and out of me at lightning speed, the dresser making a thumping rhythm as it beat against the wall.

“Fuck” Chris moaned out, beads of sweat beginning to trickle down his forehead. I arched my hips out, meeting him with each hard thrust. My legs tied around his waist while the heel of my feet dug into his ass, pushing him in closer. “Yes, Chris .. Deeeee-“ I gasped out tilting my head back. Chris let go of my hands and placed one of his hands on my lower back. I clung to him, my body falling weak with pleasure. Loud gasps and moans filled the room. My muscles involuntarily clenching around him as he hit me with one powerful stroke after another. “Fuck yes, Chris, just… ahhhh.. Yes Chris” I bit into my bottom lip, my eyes rolling back. Chris gripped my neck, pulling my head back and placing wet kisses where ever he could find bare skin. Licking his way around my neck, Chris sucked on a particularly sensitive spot before biting down on it hard, marking his territory.

“Chris…!” I cried out, my eyes wide with pleasure “Ahhhh” Chris growled huskily, his hips rotating wildly. Still pounding into me, I shuddered and my mouth fell open but only a gentle coo left my lips, my orgasm knocking me silent. My fingers pressing down into his forearms as he still rocketed into me. Chris continued to pound into me. His face screwed up in determination as he fucked me as hard as he could, only coming minutes later.

Staring at Chris in front of me, out of breath from what had just happened “with the way you look right now, I can say I did a good job so the gossip?” I am so tired, slowly sliding off dresser “Damian, Big D or whatever. He is with Mel” I feel so sore, cringing at every step “What!?” Chris spat, seeing the mirror in front of me “Chris!” I yelped “my neck” he done left a mark on my neck “forget that, you telling me he is fucking Mel without me knowing? Wow, but why was you calling him big dick” I am annoyed with what he has done now “because I said we are on first name basis now, not Big D because it reminds me of big dick” I need to put make up on that “tell me more? Wait till I see Mel now” moving away from the mirror to get my makeup “do not tease her and leave them alone! He is happy to work with you as normal” Chris chuckled “I can’t wait go downstairs and say things now” that fiancé of mine is so silly is about to annoy them.

Side Note: Happy Birthday Dijo! This one’s for you.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfiction

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