#I walk around in that whitney outfit all the time
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ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: 𝓢𝓘𝓝𝓝𝓔𝓡𝓢 + 𝓢𝓐𝓘𝓝𝓣𝓢 (fucktober horror nights ft Cody Rhodes )
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WARNINGS: [ sexual acts done in a church, thick black reader, sunshine x grumpy relationship trope, pet names, praise and shaming kink, slutty asf !, (sexual nun costume (?) explicit themes, degrading kink.]
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❝ TAKE YOU DOWN ANOTHER LEVEL
GOT YOU DANCIN WITH THE DEVIL.❞
The streets felt like they were spinning as the young girl strolled the breezy fall sidewalk drunkenly as she finally reached the back steps of the chapel. Her feet were aching in pain and her head pounded with the pink Whitney she consumed as she leaned against the door to catch her breathe for a moment.
“ugh I wished Cody could've came with me” she pouted to herself, she went to this Halloween party alone due to this last-minute trunk or treat Cody had to host for the kids at his stepfather's Catholic church, she felt slightly upset but not for long as she had a pretty decent time at this function. She opened the back door walked inside and up three small steps before her eyes met the back of Cody's head and body seated at the piano.
The sounds of her kitten heels echoed throughout the chapel as she slowly approached him wrapping her arms around the male's slightly buffed frame. “Had fun?” he asked his eyes not coming off a program pamphlet he must have made earlier today, the women drunkenly giggled before kissing his cheek lightly, “Once the drinks started flowing yes, but it would've been so much better with you there codes” her speech was slurred before she removed herself from him placing her small purse ontop of the Grand piano.
“Well you know I have my duties here darling, I wasn't really expecting this to come up but you know my mom and how she loves throwing me into things” he took his visions off the paper for a brief second as he looked at the women he proudly called his girlfriend, she looked captivating as usual but something caused codys heart to pause. A nun costume? Your Brown luminescent skin glistened under the stage light from the cocoa butter and body lava she frequently put on.
the gown stopped just above her knees, her hair was in a slick back puff but the hood still draped her head, and lastly, her glossy, sticky black lip gloss coated her plumped lips, Cody was lost for words as Y/n went inside her mini purse to pull out a cherry jolly rancher to suck on, all he could think was sinister, wicked things he wanted to do to her in this insane costume.
A nun?
A nun?
Nun?
NUN
Nun…..?!
“Hellloooo?? Earth to Cody” She waved her hands in his face snapping him out of his mini trance, his eyes examined her briefly before arching his eyebrow. “ care to explain your outfit?” she spun and twirled lazily around him giggling before she stood in between his legs, “well I wore it as a joke for you if you would've came but you know how that ended up” she shrugged before returning over to the piano leaning against it.
Cody rolled his eyes feeling the annoyance creep into him as she continued her games with him, he knew she played too much but to this degree? Walking in here at this hour of the night mocking nuns and sisters? He wanted to be mad but his body burned and his dick swelled up at the thought of bending you over relentlessly and taking you so sinfully in the middle of the moonlit church.
“You think you’re so amusing huh?” He taunted slowly getting up and walking towards her to trap her body against the piano. Her black acrylic nails grabbed lightly at Cody’s baby pink satin tie, looking up at him both innocently yet lustfully as if she were non verbally asking to get fucked right then and there, “ shamefully I’ve sorta wanted to dress as a cute nun nothing more” a sly smirk plastered her face feeling the grip Cody had on her waist slightly get tighter, “you and your games Y/n.. if you wanted to get fucked in the chapel like a whore why didn’t you say so?”.
That statement alone forced her to pull his tie attaching her plumped lips to him, the jolly rancher swapped between the two lovers' mouths shrinking in size as they passionately made out. Cody hungrily and desperately bit on her bottom lip as he slithered his palm to her throat gripping her gently before pulling away.
His blue orbs scanned her before ripping the black lace off her dripping arousal, Y/n's cheeks burned with cynosure as she was left exposed to Cody, the sounds of him unbuckling his pants burned her with anticipation as he hiked her body up while he pumped his length in his hand. the evident veins popping as she turned her head away being forced to look at him as his hand held her chin. “ don't worry you'll get what you want in just a minute bunny” his tip graced your tight pink opening, your wetness instantly coating Cody’s tip as she softly moaned at the teasing before without warning shoving all of his 8 inches into her tight arousal.
She gasped as she watched him loosen his tie taking it off, a evil smirk graced Cody’s lips fully bottoming into her womb hearing a relaxed groan from him . “ look at you, already pathetic for me, you stupid little nun”. THRUST, Cody slammed his hips into yours after that statement, your eyes big as saucers trying to hold on as Cody thrusted hardly into you again getting a quick porn like moan out of you.
“Codes wait-“ he wasted no time thrusting against Y/n once more, before smashing his lips onto hers and beginning to rhythmically thrust into you getting nothing but loud exotic moans, Cody smiled against his lover's lips moaning sounds of his own trailing his hand up her costume more pulling out her breasts as he fondled with her right nipple.
“You're taking me so good bunny.. Fuck you're so tight” he gritted through his teeth, all you could do was breathlessly whimper and moan under Cody's Sinful punishing, her black lip gloss was now smeared across her lips as she watched him slowly place his tie around her neck, pulling it down to slowly tighten it to produce a comforting choking sensation. “ f-fuck.. Cody please” you whimpered before he wrapped the satin around his fist bringing your small head up by pulling it.
His eyes looked dark as if Cody wasn't in his body anymore, Y/n gulped as she looked him dead in his eyes, her puffy lips pouted as he slowed his strokes down smirking down at her, “What's the matter baby? Im going too slow for your liking? My slut wants to be fucked harder?” the feeling of his dick began to speed up in strokes, and she whimpered rolling her eyes slightly biting her bottom lip.
“S-Shit..! You fuck me so good Cody!” she moaned out taking his now strong-hitting strokes as he continuously hit her G-spot, her mascara ran down her face, her hood was now off, and her edges slightly rising up as Cody fucked her into overstimulation. Cody’s thrust started to pick up sloppily, digging himself as deep as he could watching her stomach begin to bulge out as he dummy fucked her on top of the piano.
“my pretty bunny.. F-fuck you're gonna make me cum” Her walls clenched down on him gradually as she was close to her peak as well, squeals and begs escaped from her as if felt Cody was fucking all the sins out of her viscously, and her tears streamed down her face in pain and pleasure, finally screaming out in a gut-busting orgasm.
“Fuck im cumming! Oh yes, Cody!!” a series of screams and praises emitted from her as her squirt shot out of her like a water gun, it hit Cody on the chest soaking herself and him up.
A door opened from the front of the chapel revealing what seemed to be the Priest, Cody’s stepfather, “ Hey Codes I been looking for-” you moaned loudly before Cody sloppily kissed your lips, your eyes made contact with the Priest having a naughty smirk on your face pulling away from Cody.
“Why hello Father”
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Hiding
Stan x Fem!Reader
(All characters are 18+)
Warning: Cheating, sex mentions, toxic relationships
Prev.
Next.
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Kenny stared down at his phone in disbelief. Stan had done stupid shit before but this was different. He was going to risk ruining not only his reputation but his relationships with all his friends, especially with one of his friends in specific. Kenny knew he wouldn’t be able to stop it, he knew the moment Stan told him about you but he still kept his secret. He owed him that much after all the times Stan had kept his secrets.
Looking over at his red-headed boyfriend he couldn’t help but feel guilty. Even before dating they wouldn’t really keep secrets so having to be so quiet about this had taken a bit of a toll on him. “Feeling okay Ken?” Kyle asked as he fixed the collar of his shirt. “Mmhm, you ready yet?” Kenny mumbled back “Almost and you know you can’t lie to me what’s wrong?” Kyle turned to him and crossed his arms. “It’s nothing babe, just Stan being Stan you know? Now let’s go, we have to pick that asshole up.” He gave Kyle a toothy grin as he wrapped his arm around his shoulder and walked him out.
So many times Kenny tried to stop Stan, he really did but he knew his friend was too stuck in his little fantasy world to listen. He couldn’t keep saving him from his problems, if Stan fucked his life up that was on him and him alone. He was alone this time.
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You smiled as you stared at yourself in the mirror, Bebe and Wendy had helped you get ready, even getting you a nice outfit and helping you with your hair. “Ooo girl you look good!!” Bebe grinned as she walked behind you “Totally getting laid tonight Y/N” she laughed. “Oh come on Bebe you know N/N isn’t like that” Wendy chimed in giving you a sweet smile. A smile that used to calm you down now sent chills up your spine, maybe it was just your paranoia but that smile seemed too sweet…“Y-yeah I’m not really looking for hookups right now Bebs, Wendy should be the one getting all the action she deserves it after that terrible break up.” You joked hoping the nervousness in your voice would go unnoticed. “You’re so right N/N, Wendy let me help you with that makeup girl you look like a mess right now.” You let out a sigh of relief as Bebe walked away from you.
As much as you didn’t want to go the peer pressure was too much. Stan wasn’t the only one you were scared to see there, there was a history between you and his friends. You were sure Wendy and Bebe would have had to do so much to convince the guys to let you go if Clyde wasn’t the one to throw the party. Clyde was an oblivious idiot and this was one of the few times you were thankful for it.
“Are you all ready to go?” You asked turning to the girls. “Yep all done, shall we go?” Wendy laughed as she picked up her keys. “We shall!!” Bebe smiled as she grabbed her bag and you by the arm, “Let’s go!!”
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Stan stood outside waiting for Kyle and Kenny to pick him up. As much as he wanted to walk back in and drown out his feelings with a bottle of vodka he was determined to tell you no tell the world how deep he had fallen in love. He could care less if you felt the same way, he just wanted the weight of keeping it secret off his shoulders.
He knew all the risk, he knew them from the moment Kenny had threatened to tell everyone about you but couldn’t because of the dirt Stan had on him. He wouldn’t say it was blackmail, I mean they both had their secrets they wouldn’t want anyone to know, it was just two friends keeping secrets.
Stan’s thought were interrupted as a loud beep broke him out of his trance. “Are you just gonna stand there or actually get in so we can go??” Kenny yelled out from the car. “Yeah yeah I’m going” Stan rolled his eyes as he got into the back of the car. “So are we pregaming here?” Kenny nodded as he handed him a small bottle of pink whitney. “Seriously dude this?” “Listen I got this from Marj and Bebe, you drink what you can get” and so drink they did, the whole way there. By the time they got to Clyde’s house Stan and Kenny were already drunk enough to be stumbling out the car.
For two people hiding a big secret they sure weren’t smart enough to control the amount they drank.
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“Well if it isn’t Stan Marsh…already drunk I see” Bebe scoffed as you watched Wendy roll her eyes. You sunk down onto your chair as Kyle helped Kenny and Stan get into the house. As much as you wanted to help him you knew he wouldn’t accept the help, especially from you. You felt so awkward here even with your friends around you but even through the awkwardness you could feel something else, the impending feeling of doom in your chest. “Of course he’s already drunk we all know he can’t resist drinking…” Wendy sighed “But that doesn’t matter, we came here to have fun not watch drunk idiots like them.” She smiled at you and Bebe “Let’s go dance!” Bebe jumped up from her seat excitedly, “Now you’re talking girl! Come on N/N!!” You took a deep breath as the blonde dragged you to dance, this was fine you needed a distraction anyways.
You danced as the music blasted through the room losing yourself in the melody. More people had arrived filling Clyde’s house but even through the crowd you could feel a pair of eyes staring at you. A pair of ocean blue eyes that you had grown oh so fond of.
Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the way you danced but Stan couldn’t help but feel nauseous. All he wanted to do was run over to you and spill his feelings and probably his guts out to you but he was waiting. Waiting for what? Waiting for everyone to be here, everyone to pay attention, everyone to watch him.
It was selfish to do this to you but he needed everyone to know that he wasn’t the only bad one. It wasn’t only his fault. Hell he’d go as far as to say it was your fault you two were in this situation. If you hadn’t been so sweet, if you hadn’t reached out to ask if he was okay, if you hadn’t came over that night none of this would have happened. You started this as far as he was concerned and he was going to make it known.
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I have a request for Leighton
So basically after leighton comes out she meets this girls on campus and they really hit it off.
All the girls (her roommates) all start noticing her being all cute and giddy everytime her phone goes off or when she’s texting.
So they start asking questions and leighton gets all shy and doesn’t want to talk about it. But eventually they get it out of her.
So they kind of force leighton to bring her new girl over so they can meet. So they meet her and they all love her. She’s really sweet but also bitchy just like leighton.
So she ends up being over at there dorm all the time.
Thank you
Pick-Up Lines
Leighton Murray x fem!reader
Summary: In which your cheesy pick-up lines work on a normally impervious blonde.
Warnings: L-bomb, just fluff, light language
Word Count: 2k
A/N: I’m honestly pretty proud of this one. I had a lot of fun writing it. Hope you enjoy it! Sorry it took so long.
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When you walk out of the Academic Building, you didn’t expect to see the prettiest girl ever standing on the sidewalk outside. You walk up to her in an attempt to see if she would be interested in going out on a date with you.
“There is something wrong with my cell phone. It doesn't have your number in it.” You confidently say to the girl. She rolls her eyes at you, before looking back at her phone. Not ready to give up just yet, you rack your brain for another pick-up line.
“I'm learning about important dates in history, wanna be one of them?” Again, same response. Except this time, with a little smile on her face. You smile at that, and try to think of what else you can say. “Ooh! I got one. Did you do something to my eyes? I can't seem to take them off you. Oh, wait, wow. I've been blinded by your beauty. I'll need your name and number for insurance purposes.”
Finally, you get a true response. “If I give you my number, will you stop with the pick-up lines?” She asks. You nod and say, “For today, yes definitely.” She then sighs and holds her hand out for your phone.
You fumble trying to get it out of your pocket as fast as you can, and quickly unlock it and hand it to her. She hands it back after a few seconds, and then walks away. You look down at the contact she made. “Leighton.” You whisper to yourself with a quiet chuckle. “Huh.”
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Over the next few days, you and Leighton text back and forth. You continue to send her pick-up lines, to which she sends back an eye-rolling emoji. Little do you know, Leighton is blushing profusely after every line that you text.
“What’re you smiling at over there?” Bela asks, wanting to be nosey about Leighton’s personal life. Leighton quickly hides her phone screen from her roommate, snapping, “What? No I’m not. Mind your business.”
By this point, Whitney and Kimberly have become interested too. Leighton was acting suspicious, and they were going to find out why as fast as they could.
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A couple days later, you finally ask Leighton to go on an official date with you. When she accepts, you do a stupid dance around your room until your roommate asks you what the hell you’re doing.
Getting ready for your date, you panic, thinking that you are dressed too casually. Your roommates help you find a stylish but also casual outfit that suits you really well. You then drive five minutes to go pick up Leighton.
When she comes out of the dorm building, your breath is taken from you. She quickly slides into the car, buckling herself up. She then looks over at you, and sees that you’re staring at her with your mouth wide open. She chuckles awkwardly, asking, “You good over there?”
You shake your head, snapping out of the trance that her beauty put you in. “Yeah, um. I- uh. Somebody better call God, because he’s missing an angel.” You blurt out. Leighton looks away from you, and you think you blew it.
Then she turns and faces you again so that you can see the smile and the blush that have formed on her face. You grin back, and then begin driving to the restaurant that you chose.
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Your date goes really well. You both have fun, and completely lose track of time as you wander around. You are only brought out of your date-high when your roommate texts you, asking where you are. Then you see the time.
“Oh shit! It’s 12:30! I’m so sorry I kept you out so late.” You apologize, hoping you hadn’t messed things up.
Leighton shakes her head in amusement. “It’s all good, Y/N. Seriously. This has honestly been one of the best dates I have ever been on, so thank you.” You smile at her, and then glance down at your feet. “I was wondering… would you maybe wanna… goonanotherdatewithme?” You spew out.
Leighton laughs at your nervousness before inquiring, “What, no pick-up line?” You smile at her. You think for a second, trying to think of a good one. “I think someone must have stolen the stars and put them in your eyes.”
The blonde in front of you gets flustered, and looks away with a goofy smile. You then take a step closer to her. “Would it be too soon to kiss you? If you let me borrow a kiss, I promise I'll give it right back.” Leighton shakes her head, moving closer to you as well.
You are practically chest to chest, both of you breathing heavily. You leaned down, and Leighton felt your breath fan over her lips. You stopped moving, waiting for her to close the space between you.
Once you felt her lips press against yours, you knew you were in deep. There was no coming back now, but you were sure that you didn’t want to, anyway. When you pulled back, Leighton chased your lips. You pressed your forehead against hers, basking in the moment.
Unfortunately, it was quickly interrupted by her phone ringing. “We should–” “It’s late–” You two talk over each other. You gesture for her to go first, prompting her to start speaking again. “I really enjoyed this, but it’s getting really late. We should probably drive back to campus.”
You nod in agreement, taking her hand and interlacing your fingers. She leans on your arm as you walk back to your car. You don’t remember being this happy in a very long time.
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Over the course of the next few months, you and Leighton continue to go on dates, deeply enjoying each other's presence. After the 9th date, you ask her to be your girlfriend. After the 3rd month, you tell her you love her.
Almost everyone notices a change in Leighton. The once bitchy and sarcastic girl suddenly starts being nice-ish and extremely happy? Something was up.
Bela, Whitney, and Kimberly were determined to get to the bottom of it. At first, they started light with the interrogations of Leighton. When all they got was a blush and a shy “I don’t know what you’re talking about”, they stepped up their game.
Banding together, they lock the door of the suite before calling Leighton out into the living room. She looks around, confused at the vibe. Whitney goes to talk, but Bela immediately talks over her and practically yells, “We know something is up! Are you doing drugs? Getting fucked?” She gasps. “Are you… dating someone?!”
Leighton puts her head in her hands in embarrassment. Whitney shoots Bela a look, before saying, “I wouldn’t have put it exactly how she did, but I have the same questions. I thought we were close! Can you please tell us what is going on with you?”
Leighton sighs, before giving in. “Fine. I am kind of… seeing someone.” The girls stare at her for a second before all talking over each other asking questions.
Leighton quickly gets them to slow down and answers their questions as best she can. “Bela, yes, she is hot. Yes, she has abs. Whitney, actually, we are nearing 7 months now. And I guess, Kimberly. Only if she wants to meet you guys. But you have to promise me that you will be chill and not bombard her if she does come here.”
They nod in agreement, and Bela squeals in excitement when Leighton says that she texted you about it.
Very quickly after her text is sent, you reply, causing Leighton to smile at her phone. Of course I want to meet your roommates, prettygirl. How about Thursday? She lets you know that that’s fine before telling her friends when you would be coming.
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For everyone in the suite, Thursday couldn’t come fast enough. Each of them had different reasons to look forward to this visit, though. Bela wanted to see how hot you were, Whitney wanted to size you up and see if you were good enough for her best friend, Kimberly just wanted to get to know you, and Leighton was just excited to see you.
When the day finally arrived, the girls rushed around trying to get the suite clean. Suddenly, they heard a knock at the door. Leighton panics for a second before whipping around and quietly exclaiming, “Do not be annoying. Do not be embarrassing. Please.” The girls nod.
As soon as she opens the door, she has that goofy, love-sick grin on her face. Your arms are full, and you happily state, “I come bearing gifts!” Kimberly ooohs, saying, “I like her already!”
As soon as your arms are free, you pull Leighton into a passionate kiss that makes her knees almost give out. You pull away like nothing happened, clap your hands, and move to start distributing the gifts, leaving Leighton speechless and breathless behind you.
Whitney laughs at the surprised expression on Leighton’s face. She then starts to listen to you. “Ok so I have a Kate McKinnon and Aidy Bryant poster for Bela, a bunch of books that Leight told me to get for Kimberly, shin guards for Whitney, and of course flowers for my beautiful girlfriend.”
Leighton grins at you, quickly pecking you on the cheek before running to go grab a vase from the common area for them. As soon as she leaves the room, you are pushed down onto the couch. The other three girls standing above you as intimidatingly as they can.
“We have some questions for you and things to tell you. About your relationship with Leighton.” Whitney says. You nod and let out a sigh. “I’m happy to answer any questions that you may have.” They nod, happy for your cooperation.
“First things first. If you ever hurt her, know that we will come after you with a crowbar.”
At this, you smile. “I am so happy that Leight has such supportive friends. I would never do anything to hurt her. It would break my heart if I did.”
You see them slightly smile at that. They continue to interrogate you until Leighton comes back. When she walks in the room, she immediately realizes what is going on.
“Can you guys not threaten my girlfriend, please?” She says, exasperated. You laugh, pulling her down onto the couch with you.
“It’s okay, prettygirl. They’re just making sure you're in a healthy relationship. It’s completely understandable.” Leighton visibly relaxes. The rest of the girls see this, and share a look. They decide to stop questioning you.
“I do have one last request. Leighton says you have abs. Can we see them?” Bela asks, making you give her a weird look. You then look at Leighton, who has turned bright red.
“I mean, yeah, sure I guess.” You then lift up your shirt.
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After you leave, the girls are sitting with Leighton, talking about you. “I really liked her. She’s, like, super nice.” Kimberly exclaims.
Bela adds, “And it definitely helps that she’s, like, super hot. Her abs are insane.” Leighton almost smacks her at this. She then mutters, “I should not have let her do that.”
Whitney throws in, “I mean, Bela’s not wrong. Ya girl is jacked as fuck. It’s impressive.” Leighton gets up, exclaiming under her breath ‘jesus christ you guys,’ and stomps into her room.
Once she is in it, she can’t help but smile. She was so happy that her best friends approved of you. You meant a lot to her, and so did they. She loved you so much.
On the other side of campus, you were telling your friends about how the meet went. When one pointed out how much of a simp you were, you said fully seriously, “I know I am. Have been since the first date. You know, I plan on marrying her one day. I love her so much.”
They all awwed, and you realized that you couldn’t live your life without Leighton Murray. She was the one for you, and you’ve known it from the first day you met her. This girl was it for you. Your home.
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October 13th, 1996
Dear diary,
Mrs. Benson’s hip is acting up again so most of my - admittedly already limited - free time has been going to helping her out with chores and groceries. I really don’t mind - Mrs. Benson is sweet and always has a fun story to tell - but the timing is kind of a bummer.
Mike asked me over to allow me to practice guitar together - apparently the guitar in their den is a new one Will got him for his birthday a few years back, but he still has the old one he learned to play on lying around upstairs. So after class on Wednesday, he suggested learning a song together. Of course, I jumped on the opportunity to get to practice more, but as I’ve basically spent all weekend at Mrs. Benson’s, I haven’t gotten a chance to set a date yet. Mom tried to convince me that she could bring over the extra meals herself, but I genuinely do enjoy helping her out, and I’m the only one who knows how to get her to admit she needs more help.
Last time, mom went to deliver her meals three days in a row because I had extra cheer practice, and it’s only when I finally went over again that I could convince her to admit she’d been needing some more lemon drops for her throat. I mean, I know it’s not life-threatening but still. I worry less when I go myself. Besides, I like the walk, even if it’s just down the street. It’s peaceful.
Tuesday evening, I’m babysitting again, so I’ll hopefully get the chance to practice as I usually do, but it would have been great if I’d have an idea as to what song we’re learning at least, so I can get a head start. I kind of want to learn Champagne Supernova because it’s my favorite song at the moment, but I don’t know if Mike likes that kind of music - I mean, he didn’t even recognise the Pixies!
Will at least knows how to appreciate music - he’s been playing the tape I copied on loop in class all week! I’ll probably just go ask Mike after class tomorrow what song we're doing.
Whitney’s already been bugging us about Halloween as well, trying to coordinate outfits for Melissa’s yearly Halloween party. I still think it would be cool to go dressed as the Hocus Pocus witches - at least it’s still somewhat tied to Halloween! - but Dylan and Whitney really want to go as Clueless. I suggested Heathers instead but they thought it was boring. I mean I don’t disagree - I’m not particularly fond of Heathers either, but it’s slightly more interesting and bloody than Clueless. Also, how do you even dress up as clueless??? I’m clueless about THAT.
Anyway, there’s plenty of time still. Maybe I’ll ask Will for advice, though I doubt he’d know as the party were boys and there were four of them.
Maybe I can wriggle out of this years triple costume if I tell them I want to do a couple’s costume with Daniel. Then we could do Bonnie and Clyde or something. Not the most creative but still fun. I don’t want to just ditch them… but with everything going on I haven’t been able to spend a lot of time with Daniel outside of school, so I genuinely do want to spend Halloween with him. I know the girls will understand that at least :)
I did see him once when I went to grab food from the diner - Mrs. Benson was craving their fries - and it was definitely the highlight of my weekend - or at least a close second to finally beating Mrs. Benson at blackyack :P There’s just something about seeing him - and the way his eyes light up when he sees me - that makes my heart settle. I seriously can’t describe it, but it’s like a jolt of electricity that recharges me for the rest of the day.
If they are so set on Clueless maybe I can get Daniel dressed as the stepbrother - I don’t remember his name but you know the one. (Seriously why am I the only one who finds that movie weird?)
Everything’s getting a big hectic at the moment but basically, current to-do list:
Talk to Mike about a song choice - preferably tomorrow after class so I can -
Practice the song before meeting up with Mike.
Set up a date to go over to Mike and Will’s.
Maybe wriggle in another dinner invite for mom as well.
Research more costume ideas. Ask people for advice - Will, Mike, Daniel, etc
Finish paper on The Crucible.
Ace Biology test.
Find some time to spend with Daniel
Pray this list doesn’t get longer.
Love, Holly
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Down The Hall II
Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader x Jake Kiszka
Word Count: 3.6k
Warnings: SMUT! minors DNI. 18+ only. marijuana use, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), anal play (m&f receiving), slight spit play.
A/N: i write so much better after i smoke. enjoy. shout out to Whitney for inspiring this ily
You loved Sundays.
Especially ones in the spring. Where the sun was shining powerfully by the time you had stumbled out of bed. Bonus points if there were no clouds in the sky.
This particular Sunday, you had your blackout curtains pulled shut. Only a sliver of light peeking through.
The seasons were changing. Each day became warmer. Summer was so close you could almost smell it.
Your schedule for the day was perfect: to do absolutely nothing.
You pulled the covers from yourself, the brisk air hitting your bare skin immediately. Your bedtime attire consisted of a washed out t-shirt you purchased at the beach last summer, about 3 sizes too big for you. The shirt fell to the middle of your thigh. For bottoms, your favorite pair of sleep shorts from Walmart. You know, the white pair with red kisses all over them.
You sat up, placing your bare feet on the vinyl wood floors. Last night you decided to treat yourself to some self care. An “everything shower” you’d like to call it. You ran your hands down your freshly shaved, soft legs.
Sliding on your fuzzy bunny slippers, you trudged over to the small mirror hanging on your wall. You checked your appearance, rubbing the sleep from your eye and smoothing down the hair on the crown of your head.
In the background, you heard the soft rumble of voices coming from outside. The balcony doors in your living room provided beautiful lighting to cascade against your living room. Perfect for days like this when the sun shone through just right.
Curious to who your roommate had over, you peaked your head out the door. The voices were muffled, and the living room was vacant.
They must be outside. You thought to yourself.
As you walked closer to the sliding doors at the end of the room, the voices became nearer. Their bodies still not in view.
You wrapped your fingers around the handle of the heavy white door and gave it a good pull. The heat of the day hit your legs first, followed by the intense scent of weed traveling through your nostrils.
Josh had sat on the lawn chair. He wore a t-shirt from the local brewery, cuffed at the sleeves. Paired with gray sweat shorts. It was just warm enough for him to bust out the birks. He had a straggly red braid tied around his ankle with string.
“Look what the cat dragged in.” Jake spoke, his voice gravelly from the smoke.
Jake’s back rested against the opposite side of the balcony. His legs were crossed at the ankle. He wore a pair of black jeans that had natural tears in them. On top, he had on a light washed denim shirt, frayed at the bottom from his DIY crop. No matter the temperature, the faded boots were always paired with his outfit.
You grinned to yourself, leaning on the balcony. You peered over the edge, looking side to side down the ends of the street, taking in the morning rays.
As you stood on your tippy toes to look over the railing, your shirt and sleep shorts lifted, the cuff of your cheeks peeking out the bottom.
Josh’s eyes flicked to your tan skin the moment he saw the fabric rise.
“Meow.” He turned to his twin to see if he noticed it too. They chuckled to each other under their breath.
You spun against the railing, leaning your back to it.
“What’s on the agenda today boys?” You glanced back and forth to them, Jake taking a hit from the joint first.
“I could think of a few things I’d like to do with you.” He exhaled the smoke and passed the joint across the table to Josh.
He accepted, and snickered at his brother’s innuendo.
“Oh yeah?” You quirked your eyebrow at him. “Good thing I’m free today.” You reached over the table, plucking the joint from between Josh’s fingers and bringing it to your lips. He watched you as he exhaled his own smoke up into the air.
The heels of Jake’s boots clicked against the concrete of the balcony floor. He sauntered towards you, stopping at your side, curling his finger under the hem of your t-shirt. He lifted the shirt slowly to peek at the skin of your hip bone. A tan line stretching across the bone from your bathing suit bottoms.
“I can imagine you’d clear your schedule for us anyway.” The pad of his pointer finger ran against the skin above the waistband of your sleep shorts.
His nose nuzzled into your hair, inhaling the smell of the shampoo from last night. Fresh green apples. His favorite.
“What do you say, Josh?” Jake used the knuckle of his index finger to angle your head up to him. “You want a taste?” He called over to his brother, but his eyes were trained on yours.
Josh was not as outgoing in this department, compared to his twin. He lifted himself from the chair, joining you against the railing. He didn’t respond verbally. Instead, he placed a quick soft kiss on your cheek. His eyes were warm. They looked like they were filled with love. His grin was tight against his face, but sincere.
Jake took his last inhale from the joint before squeezing your cheeks together to form an “O” shape with your mouth. He formed a tight circle with his lips, exhaling the smoke into your mouth. You sucked in a breath, inhaling the smoke and letting it burn in your throat. From the other side, Josh chuckled to himself, the high starting to creep up on him.
Jake stubbed out the last of the joint in the ashtray on the table, looking over his shoulder to you.
“Coming?” He called for you.
You answered by following him through the sliding door, extending your hand out behind you for Josh to grab onto you. His palms were soft and had a sheen of moisture to them, never feeling dry. The skin of his palms anywhere on your body was your favorite feeling.
In front, Jake ran a hand through his hair, leading the way down the hallway to your bedroom.
You and Josh giggled behind him as he wrapped his arms around your waist, his palms splaying across your stomach as you tried to walk with him clinging to you.
Jake kicked your door open with the toe of his boot. You and Josh waddled together as he pecked kisses to your cheeks, his arms tangled around your waist.
“Let me see her.” Jake spoke.
Half of your room was dark, the light pouring in from the living room. He stood before you, his hands grabbing either side of your face. His thumbs swept across your cheek bones. He gripped your face, bringing it up to his direction. Jake scanned every inch of your face. You watched his eyes as they traced over your features. The pad of his thumb ran over your cupid's bow. His line of vision now locked on your lips.
“So beautiful, you know that?” Before you could respond, Jake attached his lips to yours. The kiss was slow. He was in no rush. He wanted to feel every second of your skin pressed to his.
You felt as if time had slowed down. Your brain was foggy and the world had stopped as Jake opened his mouth into the kiss. You felt his wet tongue lap over your own, tasting the inside of your mouth. He sent a groan into your mouth, you felt the vibration against your tongue.
He pulled you away from him by your cheeks. His eyes immediately find your swollen red lips.
“Feel how soft her lips are, Josh.” He called over to his brother.
Jake playfully tossed you to Josh’s direction. His big palms wrapped around your biceps, he lightly squeezed the muscle as he took in your eyes. You made sure to put on your most innocent face as you looked up to him. The one corner of his mouth began to curve up, his top row of teeth peeking out from under his upper lip.
His four fingers rested tangled in your hair behind your ear, while his thumb ran against your jaw. He brought your face to him before he pressed his lips to yours. His kiss was more needy than Jake’s. His lips, eager to feel your tongue slide against his. The room filled with panting breaths from you and Josh, as the kiss turned sloppy with desperation.
You took in the warmth of Jake’s body as he pressed into your back. They surrounded you from every angle. The tip of his nose brushed alongside the shell of your ear. You felt his fingertips snake up into your hair from the nape of your neck. He traveled up to the crown of your head and tugged your hair, causing your head to tilt back. Exposing your neck, Josh left open mouth kisses against your skin.
You whined in pleasure at the harsh pulls from Jake in your hair.
With gritted teeth, Jake growled into your ear, “Hear that, Josh? She likes when it hurts.” You tucked your lips between your teeth, trying to bite back your high pitched moans.
Taking you off guard completely, Josh slaps a palm against the outside of your thigh, the skin tingling where his hand once was.
They were both the perfect balance of gentle and rough. Sweet and sour.
The back of your head laid against Jake's chest, his fingers remained tangled in your hair.
With his free hand, he trailed down your chest, slowly running his fingers over your hardened nipples, hidden by your shirt. He reached the waistband of your shorts, where he slipped his fingers behind. He slid his hand down, running the pad of his fingertips over the soft skin of your lower lips. You arched your back, you ass pressing into his crotch, begging for his touch with your actions.
Josh’s hands found your face, bringing your mouth to his once more. You moaned into his mouth as his brother spread your lower lips apart with his index and ring finger. Jake used his middle finger to swirl around your sensitive clit. He played with it slowly, feeling the swollen bud move from side to side.
Your eyes were squeezed shut as your jaw fell open. Josh mirrored your actions, groaning right back to you.
As Jake rubbed between your lips, you stroked Josh’s hardened length over his shorts. You wrapped your fingers around him and lightly tugged over the gray material. He pushed himself into you, begging for your touch.
“Touch him.” Jake whispered into your ear, referring to his brother's hard cock resting in the palm of your hand.
You slipped your hand underneath the waistband of Josh’s shorts. You clenched around nothing at finding out Josh wasn’t wearing anything underneath. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, slowly pumping around him. He tilted his head back, his lips slightly parted as he huffed choked breaths through them.
Your thumb swiped over his tip, gathering the pre-cum that had leaked out and swirled it around the sensitive skin.
Josh whimpered at the feeling. His brother trailed two fingers down your wet skin, circling your entrance before pushing his fingers inside of you. A guttural moan bubbled from your throat at the slight stretch. Jake pumped his fingers into you faster, your arousal beginning to leak around his fingers as you tugged at Josh’s cock with more force. Josh sucked a sharp breath through gritted teeth, fucking into your fist.
Jake's fingers curved into your walls, flexing them inside of you. You couldn’t contain the sobs from the way his fingers were making you feel. He continued these motions until you felt your cum trickle down the side of your leg.
“There it is. Keep going baby. Make a mess on the floor.” He growled into your ear.
He wiggled them faster inside of you, every so often tearing them from you to rub into your clit.
Your hand around Josh’s cock stilled. You squeezed his length in reaction to Jake playing with you under your shorts.
Your knees began to wobble, your orgasm taking over you fully. You felt the rush over warmth flow through your body, under your skin. Josh intently watched your face contort in pleasure as Jake held you upright around your waist.
He swirled his fingers around your sensitive bud, slower each time bringing you back to him.
The 3 of you panted in unison. The air in the room began to feel hot and sticky.
Jake patted his hand on the bed in front of you.
“On your knees for us.” He instructed and you followed.
In the middle of the bed, you arched yourself for them. Your ass in the air and your head resting on your folded arms in front of you.
Josh slid himself underneath you. Your arms slotted next to his head as you leaned down to slide your lips against his.
Jake situated himself between your legs from behind. His fingers wrapped around the waist band at your lower back, before bunching the fabric in his hand and yanking the shorts over the curve of your ass. He tugged them down until they were at your knees.
In front of you, you used one hand to untangle the knot of Josh’s shorts. Your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you looked to him for permission.
The sound of Jake’s belt buckle rattled from behind you as his pants dropped to the floor, stepping out of them one foot at a time. You felt the bed dip from Jake’s knees pressing into the mattress between your legs. His fist wrapped around the base of his cock, he flicked the tip through your folds, gathering your wetness and spreading it around.
You whimpered softly each time he rubbed over your clit with his head.
Josh helped you pull his shorts down over his hips. His cock bobbing in the air from being free of all confinements. He pumped himself fully, his fist rolling over the tip completely. He thrusted his hips up into his own touch.
You wrapped your lips around the sensitive skin at the top, swirling your tongue around the curve. Slowly, you sunk your mouth down onto him as Jake pushed himself into you. Your moans vibrating around Josh’s cock.
Jake rammed himself into you hard. You felt the burn of his girth stretching your walls. He gripped your hips for leverage. Quick grunts spilled from his lips as he pounded you from behind.
Jake’s hard thrusts encouraged you to take more of his brother down your throat. Hesitantly, Josh placed his palm on the back of your head. He lightly pressed down against it, showing you he wanted you to go deeper.
From behind his toes curled as he felt his tip hit the back of your throat. You came back up his length, sucking tightly until you reached the top, where you met his eyes while you flicked your tongue through his slit.
He threw his head back in pleasure as his eyes shut tight.
Jake placed a flat palm on each of your cheeks, spreading you for him. A trail of saliva fell from Jake’s tongue, landing directly on your other hole. With his thumb, he swirled the spit around your rim before pushing the finger inside of your ass.
The sudden sting of pleasure caused you to squeal around Josh’s cock. You left open mouth kisses down the side of his length until you reached his balls. You ran a flat tongue over them as you flicked your eyes up to meet his gaze. His eyebrows furrowed together in concentration, watching as you crept further down with your tongue to a place no one had pleasured him before.
You spread his thighs farther apart as he scooched himself down the mattress. With his heels digging into the bed, he spread himself for you, welcoming your tongue lower. Jake pressed his thumb deeper into you as he watched you explore Josh farther.
Josh’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as the tip of your tongue rolled over his hole. You flattened your tongue, sliding it against him as he pressed into the back of your head with his hand. He arched into your touch as you swiped kitten licks against him.
“I’m gonna-“ Josh panted out, unable to finish his sentence.
Jake yanked your hair, jerking your body upright, pressed into his chest.
“Where did you learn something so filthy?” He grumbled in your ear as his cock slid in and out of you slowly.
With your arms no longer at his sides, Josh slid off the side of the bed, his cock bobbing up and down as he walked himself behind his twin.
“My turn, yeah?” He playfully slapped a hand against Jake’s shoulder.
Jake walked over to the side of the bed, stripping himself of his shirt. He stood next to you, stroking himself, watching you watch him.
“Turn around for me, pretty. Wanna be looking at you when I cum.” Josh called to you and you followed, flipping yourself onto your back. You laid your back against the bed, propping yourself onto your elbows and spreading your thighs for Josh to slot himself between.
With your elbows pressed into the mattress, you wrapped your fingers around Jake’s length, tugging at the skin. He inched closer to the bed. The tip of his cock bobbing in front of your face. You opened your mouth for him. Sticking your tongue out, he slapped the underneath of his cock against your flat tongue.
Jake slid his length into your mouth and you tasted yourself on his skin.
From below, Josh pressed his length between your folds, sliding himself through your wetness. You felt the curves of his cock run over your clit. Your hips twitched at the sensation, moaning around Jake’s cock. He pressed his hand to the back of your head, pushing you further down onto him.
You felt the tip of Josh’s cock push into your entrance. He pressed himself into you, stretching your walls in a different way from Jake. He fucked you slow, feeling your slick wrap around his shaft. Josh was more vocal with you, letting out drawn moans.
His thumb flicked over your clit as he thrust himself into you. He felt your walls quiver around his length. Your second orgasm bubbling to the surface.
What you couldn’t reach with your mouth, you used your hands to rub up and down Jake’s cock. Swirling your tongue around the tip each time you pull your mouth back.
With each thrust, Josh swirled another circle into your clit. Gradually picking up the pace until he heard your high pitched whimper carry out. He found that sweet spot for you. The hot pleasure began to form under your skin. Your legs went numb as your hole quivered around Josh, sucking him back in.
Jake pressed both palms flat into the back of your head while he thrusted his length against your tongue to the back of your mouth.
You loosened your throat, inviting him down further.
His cock twitched in your mouth as he felt his tip brush past your uvula. Jake was losing his grip. Before he could even warn you, his cock began to pump his cum into your mouth, shooting to the back of your throat. He lazily thrusted himself between your lips a few more times before slipping away from you with a pop of your lips.
Josh snuck his hand up under the hem of your shirt, plucking at your hardened nipples as he fucked into you.
Jake knelt to the side of the bed and smoothed your hair down. He leaned to you, placing a soft kiss to your lips. He tasted the saltiness of his cum against your tongue and sent a moan down into your throat.
You felt as Josh’s cock twitched inside of you, signaling he was close.
You detached your lips from Jake to find Josh’s eyes. You opened them wide for him, tilting your head down to look up at him through your lashes.
“Fill me up. Please, Josh.” You begged for him.
Those 5 words, coming from your plush lips, were enough to push Josh over in ecstasy.
He pumped his warmth into you, coating your walls. He fucked you through it, pushing his cum further up inside of you. You whined as you felt how slick your walls were, your cum mixed with his.
He slid in and out, slower and slower, until he pulled from you for the last time.
You whimpered at the loss of him.
With your legs still spread apart, Josh placed his palms against your knees, pressing them into the bed. He leant down until he reached your wet core, placing a soft kiss to your sensitive bud.
Jake ran a hand over your hair once more, before stepping away to allow his brother in.
Josh picked your head up from the bed, straightening your posture. He pressed his lips against yours, breathing deeply through his nose against your cheek. You felt the pure passion behind his kiss, tangling his fingers into the hair behind your ear.
He pulled from you to gaze into your eyes, getting lost in them for a few more moments than usual.
Jake clapped his hands together loudly, breaking you and Josh from the trance you were both in.
“Change of plans!” Jake explained across the room.
The two of you turned your heads into the longer haired twin’s direction. Confusion written all over both of your faces.
“It’s the Lord’s day,” he chuckled, “and we just committed about 10 sins that need to be confessed.”
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Prom situations
Hope this hasnt been done before >_>
Got some inspiration and because insomnia is a bitch, i rambled about some of the npcs and how it'd go for them. Everyone is male except PC is nb
ROBIN
Absolute best boy, gets you freshly picked flowers from the garden, wears a little suit two numbers too big for him and he blushes so dark when you call him handsome. You two walk to the prom, holding hands, and you bring your own drinks because god knows what is in that punch bowl. So you two sip lemonade from bottles you keep a close eye on, dance at the edge of the dance floor, and kiss in the privacy of the janitor's closet. And if you grinded on him well enough during the dance, you don't leave the closet until the dance is almost over and a flustered River finally finds you and shooshes you home.
KYLAR
This is the guy who fainted in park when you asked him out for prom. No question. Woke up laying on the fountain's edge with his head on your thighs and thought he died and went to heaven. When he later sees you in your fanciest clothes, he still thinks so. You two arrive to school each on your own and enter together, enduring the usual mockeries that you got used of since you started hanging out with Kylar. You get bullied by Whitney as he forces you for a very gropey dance and you have no choice but oblige, since his friends threaten to shove Kylar's head in the toilet if you make a scene. They still do, even after Whitney lets you go and loses interest.
Kylar and you poison the fruit punch with laxatives and escape, deciding to spend the rest of the night watching stars, giggling and kissing in the park.
SYDNEY
Pure!Sydney picks you up with his dad as the driver, opens the doors with a joking grace and tells you how pretty you are during the short drive. The night is fun, you two hold hands and dance while leaving some respectful room betwen, and yet he blushes and averts his eyes whenever you try to get a little closer. Sirris takes a picture of you two in your outfits and Sydney is glowing, so happy he didn't panic too much and said no when you invited him. You spend the evening as best of friends until it's over and Sirris gives you a ride home. Sydney escorts you to the front door of the orphanage, and as you're saying goodnight, he suddenly closes his eyes, grabs your arm and gives you the sweetest kiss on the lips. Then he runs away before you can reply, and with a smile you can see him practically jump into the car, beat red in the face, only to get a congratulatory pat on the shoulder from his dad before they drive away. You cant wait to see him in school on Monday.
Corrupt!Sydney borrowed his dad's car, he comes pick you up himself. He's wearing a dress with quite some clevage, but he claims Sirris allowed him to wear this. Who would complain, Leighton? Please. Sydney kisses you when you enter the car and his hand is posessively on your waist when you walk to the gym where the prom is happening. You spend the evening as life of the party, Sydney gets a lot of attention twirling you around in the centre of the dance floor. Later he drags you off and the two of you hide in the swimming room, where he dares you to go skinny dip with him. It feels good, feels forbidden, and the two of you end up fucking like rabbits right in the water. You're almost caught by Winter who came there for a smoke break, but you hide just in time to manage to sneak out again, wet hair and messy clothes, and decide to go to the temple and spend the night in the prayer room. For godly reasons, of course.
WHITNEY
A dick about it. Tells you youre coming to prom with him, not asks. It's not that he's afraid of rejection, why would you even suggest that? Tells you to not wear underwear, also. You obey, and for once, Whitney is mostly without his group of friends since they're all busy trying to impress their own dates. Not that Whitney would need to impress his slut, of course. His hand is like glued to your ass the entire time you dance, he steps on your toes quite a lot and youre not quite sure it's always an accident. He drags you to behind the school and offers you a smoke for the first time, then laughs at you when you choke and cough, pats your back way too roughly. Your kisses taste like smoke that night, but for the first time, it doesn't bother you.
LEIGHTON
Oh yeah baby, we're going there. You aren't allowed to go to prom as part of a disciplinary issue, a punishment for a crime Leighton pulled out of his ass. You instead help the teachers prepare everything, which could be fun, if not for the vibrator shoved deep inside you. Leather straps on your waist and thighs hold it in you without it slipping out, its a mold of Leighton's cock and guess who has the remote for it? Every time you get too friendly with someone, even a teacher, you feel the vibrations get so severe you can barely move on your wobbly legs. You can take it for a good while, to the middle of the prom, where you collapse, right in Doren's arms. He takes you to the infirmary but you're so scared he will notice that you tell him to leave. He does, and not a minute later Leighton shows up, remote in his hand and a bastardly grin on his face. He asks if you want the real thing and you tell him that he can go fuck himself. Also, that yes.
#dol#leighton the headteacher#leighton the headmaster#robin the orphan#robin#leighton#sydney#sydney the fallen#sydney the faithful#kylar#kylar the loner#whitney#whitney the bully#prom#degrees of lewdity
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Could you write a Brittana song fic based on "Baby It's Cold Outside" please?
How I wish we got to hear Brittana singing this to each other! So many missed opportunities for Brittana duets. This is set sometime during S3E09 - Extraordinary Merry Christmas. M-Rated but nothing too raunchy.
Santana had never been a big fan of Christmas but now that she was dating Brittany, she got swept up in the fun of it almost as much as her Christmas elf girlfriend. Brittany playfully chided her for taking bites out of the snowman-shaped cookies that had been freshly baked and placed on the Pierce family's kitchen table to cool while Lord Tubbington watched the two bakers with baleful eyes from the corner.
"Santana! You know those are for Santa."
"Sorry. I'm sure old fatso has had more than enough of these to last him a lifetime. Besides, I can't help it - your cookies are so tasty, Britt." Santana smirked, kissing Brittany on the cheek as she sneakily got behind her, wrapping her arms around the blonde's waist. Brittany smiled, dipping her head bashfully.
"Mmm, all thanks to someone's help," Brittany turned around in Santana's embrace to face her, adjusting the Santa hat she had placed on the darker girl's head. "Such a flatterer. I can't resist you when you're dressed like this."
Santana raised an eyebrow, as she never knew what to make of her girlfriend's odd attraction to her in a Mrs. Claus outfit but she didn't complain one bit because it got her plenty of sweet kisses and more. Their lips met and Brittany smiled into the kiss, which made Santana smile as well.
"You taste so good. Delicious."
"And you look so good in that apron..." Santana flirted, pulling Brittany closer by her hips as her voice dropped low and husky while she leaned in for another kiss. "I think it would look even better on your bedroom floor."
At that moment they were interrupted by Whitney and Pierce Pierce loudly moving into the kitchen, smirking when they saw the position the two were in. Santana's face turned a deep shade of red and Brittany giggled, her own face flushed as she pulled away from the kiss but remained in the embrace, not taking Santana's hands off of her.
It wasn't like it was anything new to the Pierces that Brittany was dating Santana now and they had walked in on the two girls so many times that Santana could barely look Whitney in the eye. There was no way to really erase the embarrassment of your girlfriend's parents catching you getting frisky with their little girl on the living room couch.
"Oh my! I hope we're not interrupting anything," Whitney chuckled, putting on her coat. "You two are just so cute. Dad and I are going out, since well... someone forgot it's Christmas and we have some last minute shopping to do. We trust you to hold down the fort when we're gone."
"Sure, Mom. You got it." Santana grinned at how breathless Brittany sounded when she answered her mother. Whitney winked at them.
"Have fun... but not too much fun!" The older blonde woman yelled as she grabbed a confused looking Pierce's arm and pulled him out to her car in the driveway. “We’re not ready for grandkids just yet.”
"Where were we?" Santana husked into Brittany's ear seductively when the parents had driven off finally. Brittany shivered at the hot breaths against her neck but tried to resist the temptation, putting her finger against Santana's full lips.
"Uh uh, Babe... not just yet. We still have presents to wrap."
"Hmm there's something else I'd like to unwrap instead..."
"Santana!" Brittany giggled, slapping her on the arm lightly. She moved away before she could give in to the temptation of kissing that dimpled, sexy smirk off of Santana's face. Her girlfriend was irresistible. She went over to put back some decorations on the tree that Lord Tubbington had knocked off for the hundredth time that morning.
“San - Sandtana, can you help me with my snowman?” Tiffany, Brittany’s six year-old little sister chose that moment to run into the kitchen from the front yard and Santana jumped away from her girlfriend who she was in the middle of kissing. “Ew you guys aren’t allow to kiss on the lips!”
Brittany and Santana laughed at the little blonde girl’s offended face and the way she still couldn’t pronounce the dark-haired girl’s name. Santana inwardly groaned but she couldn’t very well deny her girl’s cute little sister anything she wanted.
“Sure, Princess. We’ll build the best snowman ever.”
“Let her breathe, Tiff.” Brittany giggled, shaking her head as the already tall girl tugged on Santana sleeve, pulling her at full speed into the Pierce’s yard and sticking out her tongue at her big sister. Of course, that meant both Pierce girls and Santana spent what felt like a million years having a snowball fight when Tiffany had finished her snowman, the three of them laughing the entire time.
After they finished, they went inside for hot chocolate made by Brittany and the freckled blonde surprised Santana by grabbing the collar of her shirt, pulling her in close and kissing her softly. She pulled away after a few seconds, catching a confused Santana’s eye.
“You’re kissing?!” Tiffany shouted, scandalized but giggling.
“It’s mistletoe. We have to.” Brittany laughed, pointing at it overhead.
Santana didn't get to enjoy the Christmas gift she actually wanted - getting Brittany in bed for some alone time - as the blonde kept her busy with cooking up a storm and asking her for help with putting up some more lights outside the Pierce's house. Of course, Santana never refused but it made her a little grumpy that she didn't get any further than making out with the blonde while her parents were out. Tiffany being around only made it even more difficult to get up to any hanky panky with the hot blonde as they had to keep it G-rated.
"This is the best Christmas I've ever had. A million times better than the last one." Santana admitted as they sat around drinking some wine later in Brittany’s bedroom after dinner with the Pierces. She was lazily lying on her back on Brittany’s bed while the blonde sat perched on the edge. Her expression darkened as she thought of the depressing previous year when part of her thought she had lost the blonde for good. "You and Artie..."
"Oh, Santana. That could never even compare to us," Brittany kissed her reassuringly, climbing onto Santana's lap and leaning over her. “You know I always loved you the most.”
"Me too. What do you say we make this Christmas even more special, Beautiful?" Santana's smiled turned lustful, raising her eyebrows as she looked over Brittany's body. The blonde knew exactly what she was thinking and rolled her eyes with a giggle when the darker girl put her hands on her waist. Brittany heard the robotic meow tone that told her someone sent her a new text and pulled away from Santana, reaching over to pick up her pink flip phone that was on her bedside table.
“Who’s that?”
"Huh. The Glee Club invited us to their party tonight." Brittany said, reading the texts on her phone that were suddenly coming in. Santana’s mood darkened and she made a sound of annoyance, shaking her head. It was already seven and the last thing she wanted to do was go back out. Besides, there was something way better she could be doing.
“Kind of late notice and it’s not as if I want to spend my Christmas Eve with those tone deaf losers,” Santana muttered grumpily, crossing her arms behind her head as she lay back against Brittany’s pillow. “Don’t any of them have a life outside of Glee Club?”
“I don’t know San... maybe we should go. Mr. Schue is going and Rachel’s going to be singing.”
“Fuck Schue and Rachel! Who the hell cares about them? They can all go get stuffed up a chimney for all I care.”
The blonde couldn’t stop laughing at how infuriated her girlfriend was.
“What? I want you alone okay. We have plans.” Santana insisted, nipping Brittany’s ear and toying with the waistband of her tight jeans when the blonde moved closer.
“Oh really? What plans are those?” Brittany acted coy, batting her eyelashes.
“Plans for you and me, Babe. You know you want it.”
“I don’t know if we can do that... my parents and sister are just down the hall. Not to mention, what would Santa Claus think if he saw?”
“What? Britt, they’re not gonna know. To hell with the dumbass Glee Club and everyone else.”
Brittany smiled at Santana’s annoyance at the others. She knew how much Santana had been looking forward to getting her in the bedroom all day and teased her by singing a familiar tune.
I really can't stay
Santana’s lips curved upward at the sound of Brittany’s cute, clear and sweet voice. She joined in smoothly with her raspy, smoky voice and they went back and forth.
But, baby, it's cold outside
I've got to go away
But, baby, it's cold outside
Brittany smirked coyly as Santana played along, singing in a low voice and practically chasing her around the bedroom whenever the blonde teasingly skipped away. It was all a pretense on Brittany’s part as the blonde had no real intention of leaving, nor was she as innocent as she was acting and they both knew it.
This evening has been (Been hoping that you'd drop in)
So very nice (I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice)
My mother will start to worry (Beautiful, what's your hurry?)
Brittany sat down on the bed and Santana slid in next to her, slipping an arm around her shoulders with a lustful look in her eyes. Brittany pretended to play hard to get, slipping away from the Latina yet again and going over to put on her jacket. Santana pouted when the blonde moved the Latina’s hand off of her ass and pulled away with an innocent smile.
My father will be pacing the floor (Listen to the fireplace roar)
So, really, I'd better scurry (Beautiful, please don't hurry)
But maybe just a half a drink more (Put some records on while I pour)
The neighbors might think (Baby, it's bad out there)
Say, what's in this drink? (No cab's to be had out there)
Brittany didn’t know how Santana managed it but before she knew it, her pink ugly sweater had been pulled off and the Latina got her back into bed, crawling up to kiss her. Brittany playfully put her hand on her face, pushing her away and Santana laughed as she lost her balance, falling off of the bed. She recovered from that and smoothly took Brittany into her arms, the tension increasing between them as their eyes drifted to each other’s lips. Brittany thought there was nothing sexier than the way Santana was trying to seduce her and singing in her low, smooth voice.
I wish I knew how (Your eyes are like starlight now)
To break this spell (I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell)
I ought to say, "No, no, no, sir" (Mind if I move in closer?)
At least I'm gonna say that I tried (What's the sense of hurtin' my pride?)
I really can't stay
(Oh, baby, don't hold out)
Baby, it's cold outside
Brittany gave her a quick peck on the lips and Santana grinned, obviously thinking she had “won” their game but then Brittany danced away once again, making it clear that the song wasn’t over. Santana was confused but followed along.
I simply must go (But, baby, it's cold outside)
The answer is no (But, baby, it's cold outside)
Your welcome has been (How lucky that you dropped in)
So nice and warm (Look out the window at the storm)
My sister will be suspicious (Gosh your lips look delicious)
My brother will be there at the door (Waves upon the tropical shore)
Brittany loved how persistent Santana was being and ever time the Latina came near her with those intense, almost black eyes filled with consumed lust or caressed her skin, the taller girl would shiver as she found it increasingly difficult not to give in to temptation. Santana smirked mischievously, knowing the effect her actions had on the girl.
You've really been grand (I thrill when you touch my hand)
But don't you see? (How can you do this thing to me?)
There's bound to be talk tomorrow (Think of my lifelong sorrow)
At least there will be plenty implied (If you got pneumonia and died)
I really can't stay
(Get over that cold out)
Baby, it's cold
Baby, it's cold outside
They sang the last part together perfectly, their voices harmonizing sweetly and by the time they were done they were both breathless. Santana kissed Brittany long and hard when she finally got the taller girl into bed after that, chasing any thoughts of the Glee Club, little sisters, candy canes, elves, sugar plums, Santa and anything else that could distract her from her head. Santana got both of their clothes off so fast that Brittany wondered whether she had some kind of super power.
“You like?” Brittany smirked, noticing the way Santana froze and stared at her body with interest with those ever so dark, lustful eyes when she noticed the new lacy, red lingerie she was wearing that she had never seen before. Apparently Brittany had been planning this all along as well, the little tease. “Merry Christmas, Babe. It’s all for you.”
The Latina glanced at Brittany’s bedroom door, making sure it was locked before stripping the lacy, silk fabric of the thong away, moving her hand and showing her girl exactly how much she appreciated her Christmas gift.
“Oh, oh, oh, Santana!”
“Shh, Sweetheart.” Santana chuckled against her skin, kissing her cheek as Brittany had to muffle her moans against her pillow, a pink flush working its way up her chest to stain her pale, cheeks prettily.
The blonde rested her head against Santana’s chest a few steamy love making sessions later as both of them were sweaty and sated. She closed her eyes, tracing a heart on Santana’s skin and smiled against her, feeling warm and cozy nestled against her girlfriend as the snow continued to fall heavily outside.
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The Hideout ; @edhellfire86 — cont. from here
Whit had only been to the Hideout once before- and was still pretty unfamiliar with the layout, just how far it was from her house… all the things to work up some lingering anxiety about somewhere unfamiliar. However, the excitement of surprising Eddie took over any nerves that remained—
The place was pretty neat, it was a little intimidating but hey- the girl put on her favorite little skirt and put up her hair, a bit of makeup to give her features a boost but nothing too much.. and she was ready to go.
Walking in, those chocolate eyes darted everywhere, searching the crowd for him- even accidentally mistaking someone for him thankfully only once. Checking by the bathrooms, no luck- on the other side.. nope. A frustrated sigh fell from the girl’s lips; she didn’t want to give up, not just yet- she had to see him tonight, and to see him here in his element.
After checking one more time by a few tables, Whitney quickly turned to find one of the employees to see if they could help— turning on her heel, she wasn’t paying attention when her body collided with another; and with the boots she chose to wear, the girl nearly took a tumble, but thankfully whoever it was caught her just in time. Heat rose to her cheeks as she was immediately ready to apologize, when those desperate eyes absolutely lit up—
“Hey!!” She beamed, relief washing over her as her arms made their way around his neck. “I made it! I didn’t think I was gonna be able to see you tonight, but I got out of work early!” Pulling away, Whit smoothed down her skirt and took in Eddie’s outfit for the night, her heart thumping out of time. “Thank you for catching me- you look so good”
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1, 8, 10, 12, and 14 for the oc ask game and for any oc of your choosing 🥰
Thank you for the ask, love!!! 🖤😘
1. Which oc has the best sleep schedule? The worst sleep schedule?
For the best sleep schedule, I would say probably Rowan, Jane, and Whitney. Rowan has a set schedule she follows and I think a lot of it has to do with her time at in the military. She’s very disciplined and knows what she needs to do throughout the day, how she needs to get it done, and does that all by the bedtime she sets for herself. She goes to sleep and wakes up at the same times every day, unless there’s an emergency or something comes (which can come in the form of Wren doing something stupid). Jane is second to Rowan. There are times when Jane needs to pull late watches and such for John, and being that she’s a Chosen, she’s excellent at her job and is willing to get shit done. But she wakes up the same time every morning to run. Sometimes there’s a lack of sleep, depending on how things run, but for the most part, her sleep schedule is rather consistent. She makes sure of it. Now, as for Whitney, she’s a bit in the same boat. Her whole day is planned for her, her whole week is planned for her. As the Mother of Eden’s Gate, she’s rather busy. She likes to take care of herself. So she might stay up a little over the bedtime she has for herself on some nights, but she wakes up at the same time everyday, or hours before she needs to start her day, in order to get a light workout in and a shower. And then she’s eating breakfast, doing hair and makeup, and then starts doing her boss bitch shit.
As for worst, that goes for Wren and Mel. Wren is the type to stay up way later than she should, get up at the same time she was supposed to, making her run on very few hours of sleep…which she remedies with Monster energy drinks—much to Rowan’s chagrin. Mel has no sleep schedule, she sleeps whenever she wants, sometimes not waking up until noon, depending on what the night before was like. Some of those times, she wakes up hungover, if Sharky and Hurk jr have anything to say about it. You never know when she’ll go to sleep or wake up, she’s very fickle.
Randy, for the most part, is somewhere in the middle. He’s disciplined and has a schedule, but he’s very easy going and doesn’t always follow it the the T. And he will sometimes spend his evenings drinking with Wren at the Spread Eagle. He’s probably one of the few Chosen to have any leniency.
8. Which oc prefers flowing clothes? Tight clothes?
I think the only oc I have in FC5 that would prefer flowing clothes is Mel. She’s very much a mixture of flower child and surfer. So if she’s not walking around in a bikini and shorts, she’s wearing looser clothes. Very bohemian. Which is lowkey funny to see in the setting of Montana. It drives Whitney nuts. Now, that being said, Whitney has been known to wear sundresses and such. So when she’s not done up in her Sunday best every day of the week, working for Eden’s Gate, she will wear a flowing dress at home, especially if she’s hosting a bbq. Wren wears more tight clothes, except for the cutout shirts she has that show off her sides. Outside of those, she’s wearing skinny jeans, combat boots, tank tops, flannels, and band shirts. Her as the Judge still has her in tight clothing, but they’re obviously more fancy. Skinny black dress pants, black button ups, black platform heels, and sometimes a tight black dress. Rowan is either in her park ranger uniform, or wearing the jacket with a shirt or tank top, with jeans and hiking boots. Jane is similar to Wren, though her shirts tend to be white or red—her Chosen outfit is usually her go-to. And Randy…jeans, regular shirts with a flannel, a Sherpa, or he’s dressed up with a button up, vest, and nice jeans and boots when working alongside John.
10. Which oc is the biggest romantic?
This is definitely Wren. She hides it, but she’s so overly romantic, it’s gross. She hates wearing her emotions on her sleeves, and if you know her very well, you can tell she does. If you know her well. She’s very swept up with the idea of someone loving her for her, her being enough, and choosing her above all else. She loves being wooed. She calls way too easily and has gotten hurt because of it. It’s both a gift and a curse.
12. What oc is the best at dealing with stress? How do they deal with it?
Rowan, Randy, and Wren, but all for very different reasons. Rowan is the type to take a stressful situation head on, with or without fear. She’s a leader, which she was like that before the Air Force, but that experience definitely contributed to it, too. She just takes care of the cause of the stress. Randy, on the other hand, will acknowledge the stress and the situation causing it, and let the stress just roll right off his back. He takes things with a grain of salt, and doesn’t let the things he can’t control, control him. It took him years to get that way, especially with the anger issues he has or used to have (still there but he knows how to better deal with it—when he’s not beating someone to death for Eden’s Gate of course). Wren lives in fucking denial. When she gets stressed, it gets bottled up and ignored the best it can. Is it dealt with? Sure, kinda. Is it healthy? Not in the slightest. But it allows her to collect herself and not have to deal with it for the time being, which once the Reaping starts, is both her saving grace and her downfall. I guess an argument could be made for Mel, since she honestly doesn’t acknowledge stress. Literally doesn’t know the meaning of the word. When things get “tough”, she’s just on to the next adventure. She’s traveled a lot, seen a lot of things, and a lot of it was running. She doesn’t deal with stress because she makes it a habit to never feel it. Jane’s stress turns to anger and Whit’s stress turns into a full blown meltdown, where she loses her fucking mind and cracks under the pressure.
14. Which oc makes their bed every morning? which one thinks it’s a waste of time?
The only ones I know to do this is Randy, Rowan, and Whitney. Randy just kinda straightens his blanket out after his dogs jump off, so it’s not really making it, but it’s nearer than what Wren, Jane, or Mel would have. Rowan has it down to pretty much second nature due to military training. It’s just part of her schedule, she’s used to doing it and doesn’t really plan on stopping. Whitney demands perfection in everything she does, since she’s pretty much a trophy wife to The Father of Eden’s Gate. She is definitely the type to give you a sugar sweet smile and tell you “cleanliness is next of godliness”, while she judges you for not having your house as clean as hers. She follow it with a “bless your heart” when you try to make an excuse for it. Hope your tea doesn’t have cyanide in it. Anyway, yeah, she’s definitely the type to make her bed every morning. If she doesn’t, she definitely has cult followers do it for her if she needs.
#oc: wren blake#oc: rowan palmer#oc: jane williams#oc: whitney seed#oc: randy miller#oc: mel young#my ocs#far cry 5#asks
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A Dinner at a Pizza Place
I am not writing this to get your attention, but to let the world know how much of a fucking asshole you are for ruining our family dinner that night at my favorite pizza place. The once enchanted place where I had my debut and the past birthdays before that is now my Cornelia Street. Even the thought of me in a taxi passing by the carnival roof and the orange-tinted windows of that pizza place makes me remember your stupid face, and it hurts.
I was sitting in my favorite blue dress, the frills dancing with the wind blown by the electric fan behind me. You sat to my right in what I could only describe as the laziest outfit you could have pulled off. You would think that a man who cares so much about name brand watches and perfume would at least meet my father and my mother in something more than a half zipped-up varsity jacket, wrinkled white tee, and tattered jeans. But I didn’t care. All I needed was that sequin smile of yours to prove to them why I let you in my delicate heart.
Mommy was to my left in full green scrubs and a stethoscope still hanging on her neck. Her dark eye bags and frazzled hair only made her more beautiful in my eyes for she made time for me despite her cramped schedule. I want to be like mother one day. Daddy on the other hand, can fuck off if he wants to. The aviator shades on top of his bald head and the short blunt pencil dangling on his right ear made him look like your stereotypical carpenter, but he was just a jobless piggybacking leach who made mommy’s life a living hell. With a polo shirt that smelled of whiskey and a breath that stunk of cigarette smoke, having him on the dinner table was simply to tolerate him rather than to love him.
Along with a few other relatives that I would much rather not talk about, we were celebrating my acceptance in the Big 4 universities, my top choices granted in all four of the highly esteemed institutions. You still went to the dinner with me even if you failed two of them, and you were down in the dumps because of it. My heart was beating out of my chest, but I wanted to cheer you up a little.
I squeezed your hand three times to say I love you, but you squeezed mine back only two times. Behind that pearly white smile, you were sad. It’s one squeeze per word, and you would always squeeze four times to say I love you too. I rested my head on your shoulder to let you know that I was here for you, but you didn’t lean on my head to say you were here for me too. I tried to look at those brown eyes to see if you were okay, but you closed them and turned to the side to let me know that you were not. I’m mildly annoyed that you went to this dinner in a gloomy mood, but I didn’t want to ruin this special day. Perhaps I can make you happy once the pizza comes around.
Mommy flags down the waiter from the counter and your eyes light up. She walks down the steps whipping out a ballpoint pen and a green spiral notepad from her back pocket and your stare tracks her every move. It was Whitney from school. I was pissed. Again. How was I, in my best dress and four hours of makeup I did for you, going to compete with her, a model who could still walk the runway in her natural look and work uniform? I suppose her fair skin from head to toe was refreshing when all you see everyday is the acne on my forehead and the blemishes all over my tan body. I suppose that body of hers she keeps in shape overtakes the hip dips and belly fats when your hands run down the contours of my waist. I suppose the D-cup breasts she flaunts in her tight polo shirt is everything compared to my grape tits.
Maybe it’s the personality? She was a star gymnast and volleyball captain while I was simply an average star Scrabble player. She has a large group of friends, but I’m just a floater in our batch. She’s balancing competitions, organizations, and this part-time job, while I was too busy with my academics to branch out. She had everything. I had nothing.
Mommy asked for what I wanted and I said the usual. Pepperoni pizza with cheese criss cut fries on the side. Whitney waves at us and I wave back with a genuine smile as you swipe through the homepage of your phone pretending that you didn’t see her. Mommy asks for daddy’s order and he says anything on the menu—that’s code for “order me anything so that I can grab a piece from all of your other plates later.” Lastly, mommy asks for your order and you stumble on your words trying to say you wanted my order. Whitney waves again to see if you saw her this time, and you wave back with a sheepish grin on your face.
Mommy waves Whitney over to the other table with relatives and she tries kickstarting a conversation to break the ice. She asks you what course you’re taking and you say Petroleum Engineering, a question mark forming on daddy’s forehead because all he wants is for his children to be in the medical field, a disappointment for a Computer Science girlie like me. She asks you where you plan on working and you say somewhere in Saudi Arabia, even though you told me before that you planned on shifting to another course. You keep looking back at the counter to see if she’s there, but she isn’t. Can you stop lying to me, babe?
Whitney comes in with two pepperoni pizzas on wooden boards and props them on a metal platform for us to eat. Mommy shifts the platform over to us and we start cutting our slices with the roller blade. I always liked biting the crust first, and you smiled at me with that same smile you gave me when I first did it with a slice of a three-cheese pizza in the school cafeteria. For those five seconds, I felt like you were mine. I felt like there was no one else in the world that could take you away from me, that you could hold me in your arms forever and I could bury my face in your chest to forget all my worries in the world.
But Whitney brushes past you and I feel like I’ve been yanked away from your arms once again. You watch as she sways her hips in a silly dance to the restaurant theme music. You locked your eyes on her for too long. I tug on your arm to try and get your attention and you jolt your head back to face me as if you were in a trance just a moment ago. I didn’t want to fight, so I gave you a small smirk to mask the strain in my throat. I wanted to cry.
Whitney comes back with the other two pepperoni pizzas, one for mommy and one supposedly for daddy. You grabbed a fork and knife and started sawing your way through the tip of the pizza to my chagrin. Mommy chuckled a bit and told you it was fine to hold it with your hands and you pounced on the opportunity immediately to grab the slice, fold the corners, and chomp on nearly half the pizza. With pizza sauce all over your mouth, I grab a piece of tissue paper and tried to wipe it away, only for you to yank my arm down and wipe it with the sleeve of your varsity jacket. What is going on, babe? You’ve never done that before.
You continued to munch down on your pizza slice, your greasy hands glossy under the lantern draped in red Japanese paper above us. You lick the residue of pizza sauce on your thumb and wipe your hands on the tablecloth. If mommy and daddy saw your table manners, they would have kicked you out on the spot. I suppose I thank you for being at least discrete about it. But still. We have to talk about them later, if you will even bother to look at me this evening.
I asked how you were doing and you said you were full. You reclined on your chair, exposing the beer belly under your wrinkled white tee, now stained with three dots of hot sauce on your navel area. I zipped up your varsity jacket to cover the spots, but you zipped it back down violently and glared at me like I did something wrong. I was scared. I wanted to run across the table and hug mommy. What has gotten into you?
You quickly get up and let the table know that you were going out to get fresh air. I follow your movement with my puppy eyes and watch as you pull on the screen door, disappearing as you move down the steps. My gaze is still on that screen door. Mommy taps me on the elbow and asks me if I’m going to finish my last slice of pizza. I say yes and immediately grab it. I take a bite.
Daddy asks me how I’m doing and I say I’m doing great. He asks me if I have any plans later and I say none. He asks me more nonsensical questions and I give him more one-word answers. Mommy is on her phone. She’s probably chatting with an ER nurse or a resident in the hospital. Daddy tries to sneak a peek at her phone and mommy shields it immediately, a disgusted look on her face that isn’t erased for a few minutes.
Suddenly, I catch a glimpse of Whitney outside the restaurant, her curly brunette hair up against the orange-tinted window. Then, it hit me. My gut feeling assumed the worst. My heart sank. I got up and rushed outside as daddy pulled the hem of my dress asking what was wrong. To my surprise, his skinny arms managed to rip off part of the frills, and I gave him a death stare for him to back off. In a comical attempt to apologize, he fumbled on his words and the pencil on his ear fell to the ground. Mommy half-heartedly helped him up, lifting him by the armpits and dropping him on the chair like he was a box of supplies from the grocery store. If only he cared more about me than the actual aesthetic of that dangling pencil, maybe my childhood would have turned out much better.
I push the screen door, greeted by the cool breeze and blinding sunshine. I shielded the sun’s beams with my left arm and scanned the parking lot, only to find an overflowing dumpster, a gray Camry, and a Montero pickup truck in the vicinity. I walked around and around and around the building, but neither you nor Whitney were in sight. Stop hiding from me, babe.
An ear-piercing scream echoes throughout the restaurant. Customers inside perked their heads up almost in unison, with some even standing up from their seats like meerkats warding off predators in the savannah. Mommy stormed out the door looking for me and I ran to her with my heart sinking beneath my feet. She wrapped me up in the warmest embrace I could find, and behind her. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
Whitney stumbled on the restaurant steps, the buttons on her polo shirt undone and the hairnet barely dangling on her braided bun. I yanked mommy’s arms off of me and ran to her as fast as I could. Before she could set foot on the door, I grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around, only to find a black eye and a large cut at the bottom of your lips. Tears flowed down her now red cheeks as she tried to catch her breath while collapsing to the ground.
In almost an instant, you came around the corner fuming and fists clenched. But you saw me with a worried look on my face and you stopped like a deer in headlights. Your lips quivered. Your shoulders tensed up. Your legs froze. You ran away. You’re a monster, Dom.
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In Which Harper Loses His License ???
Finally the Sky Sex is here.
Desperate to find a place he belongs, Robin leaves town and finds a mate in a certain birdperson.
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In the wake of the fall he’d floundered. The subsequent upheaval had torn apart every routine he’d developed. He could no longer enter the orphanage and school was closed indefinitely.
He was alone. His protector hadn’t wanted to deepen their relationship, only shielding him from Bailey’s wrath out of the goodness of her heart.
She was a pillar of virtue, a lighthouse in the midst of the storm. Sydney was her fuel and he was the gull building a nest in its roof. Sheltered yet unworthy of her light.
And so he tried to find his place in the world. First he searched in town, carefully avoiding the weird fog or other townspeople. Even though things looked different, nothing had really changed. The first place he tried was the park. He climbed on top of a statue to observe from a perch. He watched a cat man prowling around, sneaking glances at him when he thought he wasn’t looking.
He didn’t think the stranger would be brave enough to attack him in broad daylight but it still made him anxious. He would definitely need to find a more secure place by nightfall.
He saw Whitney, Kylar, and his protector’s twin walk into the park. He waved at them in greeting, but they didn’t notice him. Well he could always talk to them when they got closer.
“Hey!” He was startled by a fox man yelling at him.
“What are you doing up there? It's not allowed. Come down now!” He was dressed in a police outfit, but his vibe was worse than cops usually were. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the cat man sneak into the bushes. A setup then.
“Oh sorry, I’ll climb down.” As much as he hated to be dishonest he needed to get out of this situation. With his wings he might be able to glide out of their range fast enough. He had never tried before, but it was preferable to waiting for them to climb up and attack him.
He balanced carefully on the statue, extended his wings and jumped. Thankfully a well timed gust of wind propelled him forward. His would be assailants cussed and chased after him. He flapped his wings desperately and managed to reach his schoolmates.
He crashed in a heap on the ground, not a moment to soon as the cat man tried to pounce. His friends wasted no time beating the opportunist pair up.
“Thanks for the help you guys, I was so scared.” His protector’s twin giggled,
“Anything for a cutie.” She winked, “Hey if my sister’s not taking good care of you, you can always run to me.” For a second he considered it, but he already knew that their relationship style wasn’t for him. Something in him screamed for exclusivity, he yearned to find a true soulmate.
And the thought of being in a relationship with his “exes” sister, his old bully, and the incel was off putting.
“No way, what’s a weakling like him bringing to the table.” Whitney interrupted.
“I mean flight is kinda cool, but he’s not all that good at it.” Muttered Kylar. He spoke up before they could keep calling him lame.
“Uh thanks I really appreciate it, but I’m trying to find my own way now you know?” She smiled, he wasn’t sure how genuine it was.
“Yeah bruv, I totally get it.” She sighed. “Well if you ever wanna get pegged hit my line. It’s transcendental, innit love.” She gestured at Whitney, who looked away. He chuckled, but the hunger in her eyes made him feel cold.
It seemed like everyone had been consumed by lust, except Sidney and his protector. Next he tried the forest. It might be safer and there were trees he could climb.
He snuck over to the forest without seeing anyone. He stared longingly at the Temple for a second before continuing on. He wasn’t very deep in the forest when he found an apple tree. He climbed up eager to pick some ripe apples for lunch.
They were just as sweet as they looked. He flapped his wings a bit. Here he felt safer than the park, but it was darker. He was gliding around the forest trying to find materials to build a nest when he heard a voice that brought chills down his back. Instinctively he hid amongst the leaves.
“Eden let me go! You stupid fucking asshole!” He’d never heard Bailey cuss like that before. It sounded like he needed help. He peeked an eye out to look, his caretaker was being dragged away by the biggest man he’d ever seen. And for the first time in his life he saw an emotion on Bailey’s face.
For a brief month a sick feeling of glee consumed him and just as quickly shame and self-disgust filled him. Nauseated with himself he quickly ran to get help.
He felt his protector would know what to do, so he headed for the temple. He sprinted through the woods and made it to their garden. He didn’t have to look for her, she was overseeing some initiates working in the garden.
“Oh! It’s terrible! I saw the woodsmen and he was kidnapping Bailey! We have to help him.” He was so breathless, he could barely get the words out. The gentle smile on her face faded the second she saw him.
“This one is delirious from the woods, I will tend to him myself. I leave you, my precious lambs, to your work.” She waved her arm at them and then dragged him away.
“While I thank you for showing me a serious security risk, I must ask why you come here and disrupt the peace.” She was stern and disappointed. She had truly grown into her position.
“I’m serious, Bailey’s been kidnapped. We should… shouldn’t we help him?” His voice got quieter as he spoke. Her eyes were cold and he lost what was left of his nerve.
“Help that monster? Need I remind you of the fate I saved you from, the fates I couldn’t save our brethren from. Whatever karma has in store for him isn’t enough. You disappoint me.” She spat at him. It felt like a hot poker was being driven through his heart. She continued chastising him even as her facial expressions remained neutral.
“First you refused to convert and I was disappointed. Then you refused the Temple’s protection and I was disappointed. Now you come to this sanctuary and have the gall to request I use my resources to save a monster. You have always been weak, and I sheltered you from the worldly storms. But I see now it has blinded you. Please, stop disturbing the peace with your nonsense.” Right, he was the gull unworthy of her light. His world fell away from him, his pillar shattering. He blinked his tears away quickly. Even as she dismissed him, her facial expression didn’t change.
“Right, sorry. Sorry, I really am.” He wanted to hug her, but as he stared at her cold face all he could see was Bailey. He shook as he exited the room. Then he ran and didn’t stop. Tears streamed down his face, he just ran and kept running. His adrenaline pushed him forth even breathlessness didn’t stop him.
His frenzy finally stopped when he made it to the edge of town. He stared into the grasslands. He was lost. Too weak to help anyone, but too cowardly to change his beliefs. He would never change, grow, or become in town. He stared into the grasslands and started walking. This time the call came from his own desire to change.
He would never find a place that accepted him in town. And he was worthless, there was nothing to make him desirable. So he would leave and become someone worthy of loving, of keeping.
He caught his breath and started walking. There was no one on the road, maybe everyone else had found their place. He’d walked for maybe over an hour before reaching some kind of farm. It smelled pretty musty. He originally intended to just keep walking, but he saw someone he recognized. Another fellow orphan, he hadn’t seen him in a year though.
“You’re alive! I can’t believe it! How have you been? I missed you so much!” He ran up and hugged him. Rambling off excitedly, glad to see his friends. His face landed on some suspicious white substances and he recoiled.
“Robin! Hey! Oh whoops, I’ll get that babes.” He leaned down and licked the stuff off his cheek.
“You're a literal bird now, amazing. What brings you to the Cowdom sweetheart?” His voice was deep and he grabbed his hand kissing it gently. He felt his face heat up. He was really taking the sexy cowboy aesthetic to the max. He stuttered a little bit before finding his nerve.
“I’m going to be a hermit.” His friend took a minute to process it.
“Huh?” He quickly rattled off an abridged run down of his life since the fall. His friend listened empathetically even wiping away his tears.
“Aw darling, come here.” He cooed, he brought him over to a seat pulling him onto his lap. He rubbed his hair gently. He basked in the physical comfort.
“If you don’t have a place to go, we’ll take you. You’d make a lovely cow.” It was tempting and for a second he was under his thrall. But then a middle aged man in a cow print bra and miniskirt came up to them.
“Whose this hussy?” Green eyes bored into him, a cow bell tinkled as he adjusted his posture.
“Don’t be jealous Remy, you’ll always be my favorite cow. Besides, Hot to Trot told me you’ve been naughty.” He gestured for the man to come closer.
“No I haven’t! I was just checking if their production was up to par.” He whined as he came closer, throwing himself onto his friend’s lap. Remy pulled himself up to kiss his friend. It was very awkward watching them french kiss. He looked away and noticed the trail of… slime that had followed Remy. The puddle forming on his friend's lap was disconcerting. …This wasn’t the place for him. He quietly slipped away and kept walking.
His absence wasn’t even noted and he regretted glancing back; his childhood friend rearranging someone’s guts was something he could of went without seeing. He kept walking and found a huge field. With his enhanced vision he thought he saw a tower in the distance. Maybe he could live there. He headed towards there. Hopefully he would reach there before the sun went down. It seemed like it was pretty far away. He tried to fly, but he couldn’t do much more than glide a couple feet with the wind. Nevertheless he kept moving.
The sun was beaming down on him by this point, but he kept moving. When a large shadow came over him he thought it was just a cloud, but he noticed the weird shape of it and looked up.
A giant bird man was swooping down on him. Oddly enough he didn’t feel afraid, he reached his arms and wings out towards it and let himself be plucked into the sky. The birdman spoke.
“My name is Great Hawk.”
“I’m Robin.” He clung to him. Something about him just felt right.
“Will you be my mate?” He asked. They had just met, it sort of reminded him of Kylar. But he couldn’t believe someone wanted him.
“Really? You’re not trying to trick me are you?”
“No never. I want a mate and you reached out for me. That means we will be together forever?” He stopped to consider it. He’d been searching for a place to belong and it had literally picked him up. He couldn’t really think of any downsides. Maybe his protector was right and he was naive… but he felt as though Great Hawk was a pure soul.
“I accept! Let's be mates!” He declared, hugging Great Hawk.
“What joy! The moor shall hear our song!” His mate called. He hugged Great Hawk as he flew. Not long he felt a certain appendage hitting his bottom, he blushed.
He wasn’t sure what to do, he wanted to make his mate happy but he didn’t want to seem loose either. Luckily, Great Hawk spoke first,
“Apologies my mate, I’m just so happy my body can’t control itself.”
“I’m happy too.” He muttered and gently rubbed his foot against Great Hawk’s bulge. His mate cooed softly. Emboldened, he positioned his waist over the bulge and wrapped his legs against Great Hawk’s waist. His mate was so strong, even though he was affected his flight didn’t falter. He frotted against Great Hawk gently.
“Um… do you like this?”
“Very much my mate.” He moaned a bit. He shimmied out of his pants and underwear, watching as it sank to the ground. Bare skin on bare skin, the sensation was magnified. He drove his waist up and brought the tip of Great Hawk’s dick to his rim. Up in the sky like this, he couldn’t prepare like Sirris had told them was necessary. But maybe love would give him strength.
…Nope. It burned. He tried to relax, the breeze from the flight was peaceful. Before he knew it he had accepted the tip of Great Hawk’s dick. While painful, it was kind of good. Since he could move at his own pace, losing his virginity wasn’t so bad.
He grinded on the tip of his dick while Great Hawk flew over the moor. As his mate started producing precum, it made the movement even easier. Soon he was sliding over more and more of Great Hawk’s dick. His partner chirped occasionally, spurring him. When he finally made it down to the base, he moaned. He tightened his legs as his body shook a bit. Great Hawk flapped his wings a bit harder to keep them balanced.
He clung to his mate and started bouncing. Pleasure building in his stomach, he could see why the townspeople were obsessed with sex.
“Oh Great Hawk I love you!” He squawked in response, his own body shaking with exertion. He could feel something building in the pit of his stomach. Finally, he orgasmed. He clung tightly to Great Hawk as tremors wracked his body. He felt a wetness inside him, and knew that Great Hawk had come too.
The afterglow left his vision spinning. He hadn’t felt this relaxed in a long time. Oh? The ground was approaching rather quickly. Great Hawk had been overwhelmed by the pleasure. As the two of them plummeted to the ground he tightened his grip and extended his own wings.
He wouldn’t be able to take them any higher, but he was able to slow their rapid descent into a glide. Luckily they had been near that tower he’d seen and managed to land on the top of it. Finally coming back to himself, Great Hawk cawed a bit.
“Mate you're a little scary…” He giggled, laying his head onto Great Hawk’s chest. He’d surprised himself, but being adventurous had its benefits. He felt safe and warm when Great Hawk wrapped his wings around the two of them.
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90s outfits that just hit right
#fashion#90s fashion#whitney houston#mariah carey#cindy crawford#winona ryder#janet jackson#drew barrymore#tyra banks#iman#I walk around in that whitney outfit all the time#edit*
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playing animal crossing: nh with bf!enhypen!
requested by no one, this is self-indulgent </3
wc: 2.7k
– heeseung ｡.｡:+*
island name: 희면 hee-myeon (heeseung + ramyeon <3)
island fruit: oranges/apples, okay with any won't reset the island if he doesn't get those 1.0
possible passport titles: humming poet/sleepless chill soul/night owl gamer (one of these aesthetics or smth that would make you laugh your pants off but i'm not creative enough)
favorite villager personality: lazy/normal
favorite villagers: beau/fauna (yes i'm giving hee deer villagers what about it)
favorite island activity: loves collecting diy recipes and making tons of stuff or visits kk slider every time
co-op with him: asks you or jake for stuff to complete his diy recipes or for what kk slider music you have in your nook stop
blurb: "y/n~" heeseung whines from behind you.
you take your headphones off from your ear and turn around in your chair to face him. he sits pouting on the edge of the bed with a familiar console in his hands, the red and blue joycons giving you a good idea of what he's about to ask you. "yes, hee?"
"could i get some iron nuggets please? i need a ton for the ironwood series."
you sigh with a small smile on your face while slightly shaking your head. just as you predicted, his latest obsession with the diy recipes of animal crossing is still going strong. you take your own switch from its charging station and hand it over to him. "knock yourself out."
"..." he stares at you with doe-like eyes for a while, not taking your own console as you had expected and making you tilt your head at him.
"what's wrong?"
"you've done enough work today. take a break and play with me." looking back at the piles of work you have and haven't done then back at your boyfriend (who's still waiting for you with those hard-to-ignore eyes of his), you decide to go along with his wishes and put your stuff away. this action makes heeseung shout for joy, pulling you to the bed as soon as you finish and holding you at a good enough distance to where he can see you and the screen at the same time.
"this isn't just because you want to see fauna on my island, right?"
"no, but she's 5% of the reason." cue you bonking him lightly on the chin with your head at that comment.
rest of the members under the cut! <3
do not fail me read more glitch or it's on sight
– jay ｡.｡:+*
island name: blue jay nest (you and i, we can fly <3)
island fruit: apples/pears, will reset the island just for these fruits! miss him with that non-matching aesthetic (the color of his dal airport has to match the fruit too 💀)
possible passport titles: top-notch designer/trendy aficionado/occasional walking dictionary (last one picked by his members LOOL)
favorite villager personality: smug/snooty (he really likes their styles/designs)
favorite villagers: marshal‼️ or raymond/whitney or vivian
favorite island activity: shopping at the able sisters or decorating his house/island (he's trying real hard for a cool theme) or making custom designs
co-op with him: sends you mail with outfits he wants to match with you in-game and/or makes you match with your characters' fits irl (ngl it took a long time to convince him to play with you bc he was and still is scared of tom nook JGIOPAJOPFIJP)
blurb: you're not at all surprised when you see your character open the door to outside of your video game home to see and hear the blinking of the mailbox. opening your mailbox, there it is: a mail from jay with the present icon. you click it open and as always the note he typed brings a smile to your face.
"hey babe, don't you think we've worn this outfit irl? <3," it reads. curious, you accept the present and press the x button to open it up. as you do so, the aforementioned boy opens the door to your room, lips upturned in a small smirk and his own switch in hand. "opening it?"
you gently hum in response as you click some buttons to change your character into the top. it's a grey trench coat with a black hoodie underneath. indeed, this was similar to an outfit that you've borrowed from jay in real life, so you head back inside your house to compliment the new top with the appropriate bottoms and accessories as he sits behind you and rests his chin on your shoulder, his arms loose around your waist. "are you going to come over to show me your outfit?"
"come over to the nest, gate's already open."
"n-nest... pfftt..." you stifle your laughter while moving your character to the airport as he squeezes your sides playfully. the silence is comfortable as the airplane glides over jay's b&w city-themed island. finally, you land and upon walking out of the airport, you see his character dressed similarly to yours: a grey hoodie with a black coat on top instead, a white beanie, of course black jeans, and some glasses and a pair of lace-up boots to match. "gosh, this is so cute."
"that's because it's us, love," jay says with a soft peck to your cheek.
– jake ｡.｡:+*
island name: 제이라면 jayla-myeon (found out heeseung added myeon for ramyeon and had to match 🥺)
island fruit: pears/oranges, okay with any won't reset the island if he doesn't get those 2.0
possible passport titles: casual lone wolf/hooked angler/worldwide defender
favorite villager personality: jock/normal, likes how the jocks are always working out
favorite villagers: kid cat/goldie (reminds him of layla <3)
favorite island activity: fishing!! never gets bored of it, will always do cj's tournament (hates diving though)
co-op with him: he always has resources and fish saved up so all the members go to him, definitely challenges you in the fishing tournament but also runs Everywhere on his island for some reason harvesting resources he doesn't even need
blurb: "jay, let's do the tourn-!"
"no."
"c'mon, man, you're no fun!" jake groans out with a plop onto the couch.
"dude, this is like the 4th time you've asked me. why don't you ask y/n to come over and play with you?" jay suggests without looking up from his own switch in his hands.
"jay, you're a genius," jake hurriedly says, pulling out his phone and pressing your contact in his favorites. "y/n? hi bub, come over?"
"i just came over yesterday, yunie?" your voice says over the phone, but he hears the sounds of you preparing to leave and makes a toothy grin.
"bring your switch!" he yells and quickly hangs up before you can say anything else.
"jake, what?" you try to say but are met with the hang-up tone. sighing with a small shake of your head and a smile, you gather your things and your switch and head over to the boys' dorm where your boyfriend was waiting for you like a dog you had told to sit. when he sees you open the door, jake practically bolts towards you and pulls you to the couch.
"wh-whaa!" you yelp as you unceremoniously get dragged and sit down. he was acting like he hadn't seen you in a year as he immediately wrapped his arms around you and plopped both your switch in your hands and his in his own. "care to explain what's going on, sim jaeyun?"
he pouts like a scolded puppy. "...play the fishing tournament with me?"
you roll your eyes and run a hand through his amber locks. of course, it was this. you had an inkling the moment he ended the call. you weren't mad, but you couldn't let this opportunity slide. "you're on, yunie."
the grin on his face is infectious as he whoops giddily. too bad he would lose to you 3 to 1 in just a few moments.
– sunghoon ｡.｡:+*
island name: iceland (home of the ice prince 😎 does he realize greenland's the one with actual ice? no but don't tell him that)
island fruit: apples/cherries, would try a few times to reset but isn't mad at the end 1.0
possible passport titles: photogenic reviewer/refined king/organic protein (i had to with the last one)
favorite villager personality: smug/uchi, enjoys a lot of personalities he's kinda looking for penguins tbh
favorite villagers: fang or boomer/aurora
favorite island activity: isn't on that much but when he is, you always see him in a winter month, running in snow and making snowboys or collecting snowflakes
co-op with him: asks you to help him with his winter wonderland theme or just plays hide & seek when everyone's on (will ask jake for stuff too 💀)
blurb: "is your island snowing yet, y/n?"
"it is.... why?" you ask sunghoon a question in return with an eyebrow raised.
"how many large snowflakes do you have?"
"i am not giving you my snowflakes, park sunghoon."
the male laughs and groans at the same time at the fact that you found him out.
"jake warned me you were going to ask me next. you just got 10 from him!" you accuse.
"y/n pleaseee, it's for my iceland!"
"sunghoon, the real iceland isn't even covered in ice. it's greenland."
"i'm going to pretend you didn't just break my heart by saying that and am once again asking you for just 5 large snowflakes."
you sigh and run a hand through your hair. "3!" you shout with the said number of fingers raised.
"yes! thank you, thank you, thank you!" sunghoon joins you on the couch to hug you. "you're the best."
"i know."
"after me."
"i'm only giving you 2 now."
"i'm sorry! i'll help you make your snowboys from now on!"
– sunoo ｡.｡:+*
island name: sunnyoo ⛅
island fruit: peaches/cherries, will definitely reset to get those fruits but doesn't really care about airport color
possible passport titles: summer-born dreamer/lucky sprout/shining pop star
favorite villager personality: lazy/peppy, just a preference and definitely open to all
favorite villagers: sherb/ketchup
favorite island activity: stargazing, attending the events, and celebrating birthdays (he has all his residents' birthdays and game events saved on his calendar!)
co-op with him: event dates!! always asks you to join him on event and do them together or stargazing together 🥺🥺
blurb: "y/n! y/n!" sunoo shoots up from his resting place on your shoulder.
"what's up, sunoo?" you ask, curiosity piqued by his excitement.
"isabelle says there's going to be a meteor shower tonight, which means it's right now! come over, come over!"
"oh my gosh, really?! okay, okay!" sunoo opens up the gate to his island quickly as you fix up to get going. the night sky on his island is crystal clear, perfect for spamming the a button as the streaks of stars blast by.
"celeste is over here to the right on the beach," your bubbly boyfriend tells you as your character hobbles along to talk to her after he's done. he rests his head back on your shoulder as you start the dialogue with the star-loving red owl and collect your recipe.
"where do you wanna go wish on stars?" you ask.
"ooh, follow me—i made a spot for us!"
"really?" excitement is evident in your voice as the two of you move your characters. upon seeing the picnic setup in the back corner of the beach with a design set up as a painting that said "for stargazing with my favorite star y/n."
you coo at the peach-haired boy beside you. "oh my gosh, this is so cute. i love you."
"i love you too, my star." you give a small smooch to his head and the top of you wait at your spot in the game as you wish on the stars when your one wish tonight is to stay right where you are.
– jungwon ｡.｡:+*
island name: injang land
island fruit: pears/cherries, would try a few times to reset but isn't mad at the end 2.0
possible passport titles: connected ringleader/pro gardener/legendary legend
favorite villager personality: lazy/normal, doesn't look for them but likes to interact with them if they're on his island
favorite villagers: butch/stella (butch's eyebrows and personality reminds him of jay LMAOO)
favorite island activity: planting flowers and crops, loves trying to get hybrid flowers and has a green/plant-themed house
co-op with him: asks to come over if leif is on your island/if you have the flowers he needs in nook's cranny/if your store has more potted plants 💀
blurb: "jungwonnnn..." you groan, dramatically rolling around the bed with your switch outstretched in the air. "how many more flowers do i need to move?"
"until we're done."
"and how many more is that?" no answer from your chocoball boyfriend makes you roll over to put your head on his lap. his gaze, upsidedown from your perspective, doesn't waver from the task at hand: moving all his flowers in the perfect gridding spaces for hybrid growing. "are you almost done?"
"how about this? you finish the windflowers, and i'll finish the hyacinths and we'll go for ice cream after," jungwon offers.
"deal!" you remain in your place and pick back up the switch to finish your job. it's silent for a few moments, both of you focusing on your respective jobs until jungwon breaks the silence.
"by the way, you're coming over tomorrow again to help me plant the crops, right?"
"you're kidding, right?"
"... no..."
"...you're not getting more stuff any time leif comes over to my island."
"haha, that was a good one. because it was a joke, right?" silence. "right...? y/nie...?"
– riki ｡.｡:+*
island name: okayama city (belift let him go back home‼)
island fruit: oranges/peaches, doesn't care because he's going to make an orchard by stealing fruit from his hyungs
possible passport titles: solo stalkholder/untamed wild child/invested bellionaire
favorite villager personality: cranky/snooty (finds them entertaining)
favorite villagers: kabuki/shino, his japan-themed island must have the japanese-influenced villagers so zucker/genji/snake would also be nice touches
favorite island activity: TURNIP STALK MARKET 🧅🗣‼️🔊 (there isn't a turnip emoji so bear with me for the onion 🧎🏻♀️) dude's tryna get RICH so he stay researching the best days, looking for the best deals on trading/selling/buying, when he's not doing the market he's timetraveling and trying to make his island super complete by collecting Everything™
co-op with him: asks you and all the other members for what the turnip prices are at your islands LMAOO (okay but you know he has more bells than he's letting on bc his island is all decked out and he keeps sending you stuff that fits your own theme?!)
blurb: the familiar text tone interrupts your morning coffee/tea routine. knowing it's riki, you put down your cup and pick up your phone instead to read what it says. it's sunday morning, which means you have no idea why he's up early on the weekend when usually he sleeps until early afternoon.
"turnip prices" is all his text reads.
"aish.. this boy..." you mumble under your breath. just as you're moving to pick up your switch, your phone rings, the contact picture being none other than nishimura himself. "riki, wh-"
"you're not on yet," his voice interrupts.
"yah, i won't be on for another hour with your attitude," you jokingly scold. putting your phone on speaker, you power up the console and start to open the game. "seriously, no good morning for your s/o?"
"good morning, y/n. what does the granddaughter piggy say about the prices of turnips on your island?" he sarcastically replies.
"hang on, i'm finding the little snot..." you ignore his sass in search of the turnip-selling daisy mae. once you find her, you scout the tiny boar immediately and go through her dialogue to get the price. "74 bells."
"wAIT yours are so much cheaper! let me in."
"take me on an island tour, and i'll think about it."
"please, please y/nie, i'll do that and get you food."
"holding you to it, riki~"
a/n: hiiii i came back from the dead temporarily to post this! i got back into acnh for brewster and harv's island <3 school is k*lling me but i'm surviving! i hope you all like this i really liked the format of the café one so i tried it for this one as well~ (also the acnh picture is mine! :D)
#enhypennetwork#enhypenwriters#enhypen#enhypen headcanons#enhypen scenarios#enhypen imagines#enhypen x reader#enhypen ot7#enhypen fanfiction#kpop fanfiction#lee heeseung#park jongseong#jay park#sim jaeyun#jake sim#park sunghoon#kim sunoo#yang jungwon#nishimura riki#lee heeseung x reader#park jongseong x reader#sim jaeyun x reader#park sunghoon x reader#kim sunoo x reader#yang jungwon x reader#nishimura riki x reader
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Speculum Cupido
Summary: You’ve been Dr. Strange’s apprentice for some time now and you wanted to prove your best friend wrong. It goes awry and both of you find yourselves in a ‘dark mirror’ universe where the Captain, the Asset, the Kraken, and the Fallen Angel want to make both of you theirs.
Pairing: Dark!Steve x Female Reader x Dark!Ransom, minor Dark!Bucky x OFC x Dark!Sam
Rating: 18+ / Explicit
Word Count: 3,072
Warning: Dub/Non-Con Smut, Oral (m & f receiving), Daddy Kink, MMF Threesome, Double Penetration, Spit Roasting, Non-Con Drugging, Breeding Kink, and Artistic License w/Biology
A/N: This is my gift to @labella420 for @drabblewithfrannybarnes, @chrissquares , and @amythedvdhoarder’s Happy Hoelentine’s Day Challenge. Dividers are by the lovely @firefly-graphics. Shout out to @saiyanprincessswanie for letting me borrow an idea of hers for this fic. Thanks to @the-soulofdevil for the beta.
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Another Valentine’s Day, another day for the world to mock me being single.
You were having enough of a ‘meh’ week as it is. Dr. Strange had to return to Kamar-Taj for an in-person meeting and Wong was who knows where. They had instructed you to work on your portal and transfiguration spells while they were away which was fair since you’ve been lacking in that department.
It’s just that you longed for some excitement.
Luckily you wouldn’t be spending Valentine’s completely alone; Isabeau, your best friend, was coming over due to as she put it, ‘no one cares about a day where all one gets is somewhat good sex’.
Fast Forward two hours and you’re getting your room ready for Galentine’s Day Movie Night. You had decked out your room with homemade baked goods, drinks, best friend movies, all the good shit.
“I have wonderful news!” Isabeau burst in with gusto yet again.
You shot her a bemused smile, “What is it this time?”
“I have a new crush! It’s Eric from IT!”
“Are you sure this won’t end up like last time?” you queried in reference to the time when Isabeau’s crush turned out to be a complete asshole.
“Oh hush! This won’t be like that at all,” Isabeau retorted, “Now how about you? Have you had any luck with a hot sorcerer?”
“If only I’d be so lucky,” you muttered as Isabeau started on the Toffee Crunch Cookies you made.
A few minutes later, Isabeau’s eyes narrowed and her full lips curved upward in a mischievous smirk.
She had one of her ideas again.
“Hey, why don’t you try an ambiance spell. They’re harmless and you always feel better afterward.”
You didn’t like casting them due to something always going awry, but you relented once Isabeau broke out her puppy dog eyes.
“Alright, alright, I give,” you submitted, “I’ll try a simple floating star spell. Let me find the book.”
Both of you went to the library for the book but it was nowhere to be found. All of the ambiance and illusion books were blank.
“Is this a sorcerer thing? I’m not seeing any words or illustrations,” puzzled Isabeau as you went through book after book in the library only to find them blank.
“No. Maybe we should just go back to my room,” you suggested as you made your way to the exit.
“Wait! There’s one book left. You could try that one.” Isabeau pointed to the last book on the shelf. It was a little worn like many of the books that resided in the library, but the inscriptions seemed odd; like it wasn’t supposed to be there.
Yet it was the only book that had anything in it.
“Fine,” you relented as you took the book back to your room.
The spells in the book weren’t anything out of the ordinary, but one spell seemed to stand out to both of you.
“Speculum Mundus?” Isabeau wondered.
“It means Mirror World in Latin.”
“Oh,” her eyes got a mischievous glint to them again, “I bet you can’t cast the spell.”
“Not this again.”
“Oh come on,” Isabeau goaded, “It’s a simple mirror world spell. You’ve done it before. What’s the worse that can happen?”
“I don’t know…”
“Are you gonna chicken out again?”
“No! Just give me a minute,” you mumbled as your hands got into the starting position and recited the incantation.
The room changed instantly.
It was filled with prism-like structures and kaleidoscope imagery giving the space a surreal ambiance.
It wasn’t unlike the last time you went into the Quantum Realm with Dr. Strange and Wong, and yet the hair on the back of your neck stood straight, and a chill shot through your spine.
You heard a gasp and turned around to see Isabeau with her protruding eyes opened wide and her mouth gaping. Following her line of sight, you saw four of the hottest men you’ve ever seen.
Though something was amiss.
For one thing, there were two Steve Rogers; one with a beard and one clean-shaven. Bucky Barnes’ arm was silver and not dark gray with gold highlights. All of them were in black uniforms with sections of vermillion and/or maroon. Clean-shaven Steve had a black tactical suit with a vermillion Kraken on his chest. Bearded Steve had a skull with tentacles on it. Sam had three vermillion stripes and one maroon stripe across his chest and shoulders with a falcon’s head in red surrounded by a black circle between his pecs.
But the thing that set off all your alarms was the fact that Bucky’s outfit was a dead ringer of his Winter Soldier days.
Instinctively, you grabbed Isabeau’s hand and made a mad dash for the hallway. You needed to get some distance so you could ground yourself.
You tried breaking the spell but to no avail. Not only did the spell not break, but your hands also burned at each attempt.
“We won’t lose you again!” one of the Steves yelled as you and Isabeau turned a corner.
“Come here, mici prințese!” another voice, probably Bucky’s shouted as the two of you made your way into a closet.
“I think we’re okay for now,” you breathed telepathically as the four Adonises crept past your hiding place.
“What’s the plan now?” Isabeau asked fearfully as her heartbeat started to rise in terror.
“I don’t know but-” you were cut off by a strike to the back of your head and your vision rapidly fading to black.
Muffled voices and the beeping of medical equipment brought you from the void.
“Nothing is wrong….they’re…good, sir.”
“Be sure that they are. We can’t leave anything up to chance.”
Groggily, you open your eyes to find yourself in a sleek hospital room lightly chained to a bed. Several other people were monitoring your vitals. One of them is Dr. Bruce Banner, or what seems to be Dr. Banner.
Bruce turned to see you looking around with a slightly confused expression, “Ah, you’re awake,” he turned to one of his aides, “Contact the Captain and Lieutenant. Tell them to come to get their bride.”
You blinked. Bride?
“Where is Isabeau, my friend?” you inquired as one of the aides brought you some water.
Bruce scowled, “Don’t think about her. You might be able to see her if the Captain and/or Lieutenant wills it.” he remarked while eyeing you up and down in a condescending almost lecherous manner, “Hmm, looks great for breeding,” Bruce noted as he fondled and prodded your curves.
You’ve always been proud of how you looked, but at that moment you wanted to shrink in the corner after giving this Bruce a roundhouse kick to the groin.
You were about to tell Dark!Bruce to fuck off when Tony Stark, fuck it, Dark!Tony entered the room. This Tony looked a lot more sinister with his silver, gray, light, and steel navy blue armor. His face and hair were mostly uncovered with his facial expression positively predatory.
“Cap’s one lucky bastard. He gets a sexy bunny along with Lieutenant Smart Ass.”
Recalling how some megalomaniacs liked shows of submissiveness, you lowered your head and asked where you were.
Whether it be out of pity, spite, or malice, Tony answered your question, “You’re in another earth, another universe.”
You nearly swiveled to look outside the window. NYC’s skyline was radically different. There were fewer buildings and HYDRA insignias everywhere.
“HYDRA took over this world.” You deadpanned. FUUUUCK!
“Sexy and smart.” Tony praised sardonically.
It didn’t take time for HYDRA to regroup after WWII. Zola and his associates were able to convince Howard Stark to give them the Tesseract with the promise of great renown, riches, and no longer being bound by the laws of weaker men. They were able to create a superweapon with the help of Dr. Whitney Frost and have been ruling the planet ever since.
It could be worse. HYDRA knew they had to offer the people comforts in exchange for their obedience. They eradicated all diseases, created a good standard of living, and ended all petty conflicts under the new world order.
Though Tony didn’t feel the need to tell you. You’ll figure it out on your own.
The doors opened to reveal Steve Rogers and his younger, clean-shaven counterpart in all their masculine glory.
“Good, you’re here.” Bruce welcomed smirking at your silent pleas.
Both soldiers walked over and inspected you.
“Hello, kitten. Name’s Ransom.” The clean-shaven soldier drawled as he moaned from your scent, “Nice set of lips you’ve got there.”
“We’ll definitely have some fun with her,” Steve noted as licked his lips ogling your curves.
You had to use all of your restraint not to spit in their faces.
“We’ll take her.” Ransom decided while Steve nodded.
Several of the aides breathed a sigh of relief as Steve broke the chains on your bed like they were nothing.
“Don’t have too much fun now!” Tony called as Steve picked you up bridal style.
“Who am I kidding? they’ll breed her like a Catholic rabbit!”
“Um, where are you taking me?” you queried, your voice barely above a whisper.
“You will address us as ‘Sir’ in public unless instructed otherwise. Is that understood?” It took all that Steve had not to push against the wall and pound your pussy with his cock he was so enraged.
No, he needed to wait. No one was to see what’s theirs.
Ransom, for his part, chuckled and shook his head, “Best not to anger this one, kitten. He hasn’t been in the best of moods.”
You gasped once the doors to their living quarters opened.
The place was huge!
It had a modern yet retro design; it should’ve been confusing, but it worked. Grand windows showcased the skyline with a balcony in the middle with a huge kitchen next to what looked to be a restaurant-style fridge and a huge living room with a TV and a fireplace.
Yet there seemed to be something missing.
“Place needs a woman’s touch,” Ransom commented sending a smirk your way.
“I’ll see you in the guest quarters Ransom” Steve deadpanned as he led you down a hall.
The bedroom was enormous yet sparse like they didn’t know what to do with it.
You were about to say something when Steve dropped you onto the incredibly soft mattress. His eyes darkened with lust and you knew what he wanted. You couldn’t think of a way out of this, not with the magic inhibitors Bruce placed on your wrists.
Maybe you could give escape one last try; you just had to wait for the right opening.
Steve smirked upon seeing you removing your clothes. He liked that you knew your place, his pretty little princess.
You could only gasp when Steve removed his uniform top. He had an incredibly defined musculature: broad shoulders, beefy biceps, chiseled pecs and abs, and a seriously drool-worthy Adonis Belt. The light shining behind him made his body appear even more glorious.
Steve looked like an ancient god brought to modern times.
With a predatory smirk, Steve slowly crawled to you loving the smell of your arousal. “Let me lay out a few rules, sweetheart. You will make our meals, clean our rooms, bear our children, and be our good little whore. You must earn the right to wear a bra; panties are out of the question.”
Each rule was emphasized by a kiss or a love bite to your jaw, neck, collarbone, and shoulders.
Finally, you are to address us as Sir in public and Daddy in private. Say it.”
“Yes, Daddy,” you muttered with your eyes downcast.
Steve lifted your chin up with his forefinger, “That’s a good girl,” and brought you in for a kiss on the lips.
The kiss was demanding yet soft. You were surprised he was capable of such gentleness.
Steve was about to push his tongue into his mouth when Ransom strolled into the room.
“Does she know the drill?”
Steve broke the kiss with a smirk,” Just finished explaining it.”
Ransom shot you a sardonic smirk, “You got the rules, kitten? Good. Now if you misbehave, I’m gonna send you to the dungeons for a few days.”
Steve started up again, “But...if you’re good-”
“A good little wifey,” Ransom interjected caressing your right cheek and leaning in for a kiss.
This kiss started off soft then intensified (really know how to lure a girl) into one filled with passion and dominance. Ransom forced his tongue into and moaned at your taste. A few seconds later he was pushing what felt like a small tablet past your tongue forcing you to swallow.
“Did you do it yet?”
“Cool it, grandpa! I did, don’t you worry. She’s gonna feel it. Aren’t ya, kitten.”
You started to feel strange. Your body temperature skyrocketed, your mind was in a deep haze, your thighs were clenching on overtime you were so turned on. You needed relief and fast.
“Please Daddies!” you begged as you tried your best not to touch yourself.
“See grandpa? She’s ready.” Ransom purred as he grabbed your thighs and placed them over his shoulders. He planted a few kisses near your entrance and groaned at the smell of your arousal.
It only took one long, slow lick to your slit to turn you into a moaning mess. You couldn’t believe the pleasure you were feeling. It was like a bolt of lightning shot through you.
Ransom groaned at the taste of your juices. Not even Stark’s overpriced chefs could compare. “Fuck, she tastes divine,” he groaned and dove in for more. Ransom attacked your folds and swollen clit with insane intensity and precision alternating between his tongue and fingers.
You were on cloud nine. Each motion took you further to the precipice of an orgasm. Ransom kept bringing you back from the edge only thrust you back into his level of tumultuous.
Steve got in on the action by covering your moans with a kiss of all-consuming passion and started playing with your breasts.
“Fuck, these tits are amazing! Can’t wait until these are filled with milk” Steve purred as he took one of your nipples into his mouth and the other between his big and forefingers.
After twenty minutes of teasing, Ransom finally let you come. A volcanic eruption of ecstasy erupted from your core and Ransom lapped up all of your juices.
“Rogers, you’re in for a treat!” Ransom exclaimed as he hopped off the edge of the mattress.
“I get her pussy first since you got to eat her out,” Steve uttered as grinned at your blissed-out state.
With a tsk, both of them got you into position with Steve’s thick, muscular thighs on either side of your hips and Ransom standing in front of you taking off his pants.
He was huge! His cock was long, thick, and veiny. It wobbled against his masterfully sculpted abs with each step he took. You wondered how that was going to fit in your mouth. Turns out Steve’s was no smaller if his tip being coated with your slick is any indication.
“This won’t hurt, kitten. You were made for us.” Ransom cooed.
You didn’t know how right he was.
Steve made his move by pushing into you inch by delicious inch and moaned at the sensation. “Fuck, she fits like a dream.”
“Don’t take forever, grandpa.” Ransom chided.
“Shut up, ya punk!” Steve retorted as he began thrusting into you loving the way your pussy clenched around him like a vice’s grip.
“Open wide, kitten,” Ransom started to push his throbbing cock into your mouth.
It took a bit of time and effort to loosen your jaw enough for him to fully enter you. He started fucking your mouth before you were ready. You tried not to gag he was so rough.
What happened to the man from earlier?
“Fuckin’ perfect.” Ransom breathed as he was approaching his climax.
Steve came with a primal roar that reverberated throughout the room after making you come two more times.
“Swallow it, kitten” Ransom ordered.
Funny thing is, you didn’t need the order. You delighted in the salty, tangy, and slightly sweet flavor.
Two minutes after you swallowed all of Ransom’s spent, both men decided it was time to move. Ransom got onto the mattress and pulled you on top of him with his tip nudging your entrance. Steve got behind you and placed kisses along the juncture between your neck and shoulders while positioning himself at your ass.
“Please...please don’t do this!” you pleaded, the pill’s effect slipping for the tiniest of moments.
Steve grabbed your neck with just enough force to pause, not hurt.” Best be a good girl now, sweetheart,” he warned.
Ransom slid in first, “Holy fucking shit!” he moaned, “Sam owes me $40.
“That depends on how well their bride is taking to them,” Steve pointed out.
“Eh, we’ll say ours is better.”
Ransom moaned again once he bottomed out and grabbed the globes of your blessed backside. He couldn’t wait to grab and smack it around in their quarters.
Steve moved slowly causing both of your breathing to hitch, his from pleasure and yours from slight pain.
With a grin and smirk, they started moving in tandem. Your body almost couldn’t take the immense pleasure you were feeling.
“I could get used to this,” Ransom remarked.
“Well, we have the week,” Steve breathed past your ear.
Both kept at it until they came in you twice. You nearly passed out after your twelfth orgasm.
“Rest kitten,” Ransom purred as you finally gave in to your exhaustion.
“The bride took to our seed,” Steve reported to Director Pierce.
“Good. We found their parents along with the rest of the resistance.” Pierce imparted.
Steve scowled at the information.
You and your friend, Isabeau, were the only ones to survive the Eve Project. HYDRA wanted to genetically groom compatible brides for their top soldiers. You were promised to Steve and Ransom and your friend to Bucky and Sam. Both of you were whisked away to another Earth by the resistance and your treacherous parents.
Now you were back where you belong.
“When do we leave?” Ransom growled.
“Once Strange and Wanda crack the protection spell. In the meantime, enjoy your bride.” Pierce turned to leave, but stopped before turning off the screen,” I want to see some little ones soon.”
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You opened this can of worms. Now lay in it.
But I’m all seriousness if you have time can you do the wedding ask but with Kylar, Whitney, and great Hawk (I just think I’d be funny to try and explain a wedding to a harpy)
Aight here we go, part two electric boogaloo
NSFW below
Great Hawk
So, so confused. Does not get it, these strange landstrider ways of signing things.
Of getting permission from people to love.
Perfectly happy stealing you ring after ring until they find a perfect one though. If you want pretty jewellery, the harpy is more than happy to provide.
Its gonna be impossible to get the harpy into a dress or tux. Impossible to get them into town and find a venue or do anything normal.
And getting an official out in the moors? You better be paying good money.
But say you do do all that, manage to escort some poor priest or whatever to the tower, Great Hawk may get a little territorial.
Once you calm them down, they’ll allow the person inside. If it will make you happy, they suppose.
“Don’t worry about a witness,” the officiate says, obviously uncomfortable and wanting away from the situation.
If you dress up, Great Hawk will smother you in compliments, their mate looks amazing! So excellently preened!
The officiate goes through the words as quickly as they can, jumping when, instead of saying vows, the harpy screeches a song that declares their love for you.
You sign the presented papers, helping the harpy put their mark down, too. and the officiate runs off so they don’t have to risk their sanity any longer.
Buying a radio so the two of you can have a dance, sing along. Maybe even buying a small cake and feeding it to them, delighting in how they react to the sweet taste.
Great Hawk could fly you anywhere you wanted for a honeymoon. But what about the nest? Maybe you should wait till winter, then you two can find a nice spot somewhere warm.
Excited to mate that night, stripping your clothes and laying you down so they can breed you full of chicks. Tries to keep your clothes pristine for you.
Very thorough in their treatment of you, caresses your body and praising your everything.
You’re not entirely sure Great Hawk gets what happened. You’re still happy though, and so are they, knowing that you’re bound by their ways and yours.
Kylar
Oh this fucker planned.
Years and years in advance.
I’m talking slide shows, binders, cut-out collages of outfits and themes.
Proposes to you. The ring is goddamn expensive, and its perfect because of course it is.
The proposal was more of a formality, a definite put the plan into motion moment, you’ve always been bound to marry.
Lets you check the plans over, any changes you need to make are okay. Its your big day, too.
So happy to tour venues, to try catering, to find outfits. Everyone can see how excited Kylar is, how proud they are that they get to marry you.
Tells. Fucking. Everyone.
Old lady on the bus? Told. Local butcher? An earful. Don’t bring them to any poetry events, they’ll claim the mic to tell the whole room.
Really wants a Halloween themed wedding. Wants the two of you dressed like Gomez and Morticia, or Victor and Emily, or Jack and Sally.
If you let them do that, they’ll cry from joy and start practicing make-up every day so its perfect.
Don’t worry about price, they’ve got that covered.
The day comes and Kylar can’t wait to see you. Does not obey the traditional don’t see each other thing, will drag you off to touch you.
Most of the people from school are banned. Especially Whitney. May allow Robin, if you’ve assured them that you’re just friends.
Kylar’s family is there, they’re an interesting bunch. Rich, some a bit condescending. If this is your first time meeting his parents (unlikely) then I agree with the headcanon that one of them is probably just like Kylar - and gushes over you. Their little baby is getting a spouse all of their own.
Done in a church, even if its been dressed up in spiders webs and other stuff like that (if you let Kylar theme it).
Every guest is in costume, too.
If the PC is given away, then again you could use Bailey. They’ll smile and wave, knowing they can socialise and use it to their advantage. But I would find it funny if Doren does it, briefly telling you they were worried about Kylar in school, but you look so happy now! That's wonderful!
Kylar cries. Almost sobbing. Their mother/father stand beside them with tissues.
Records the wedding.
Personal vows. Its a poem, of course. Its not like the racy ones in English. Its heartfelt, beautiful, been drafted over and over again till it looked wrong and then right again,
One of you is getting dipped in the kiss. Be careful not to drop each other.
Honeymoon in Japan!
Going to the official stores of games you like, cat cafes, Kylar spending so long in the arcade.
Of course marathon sex. They’re not letting you go. You’ll be finding it hard to walk, room service being the only thing keeping you going.
Already said ‘I love you’ a thousand times during sex, now says it a million.
Time to start planning for babies, they’ll point out. They also have slideshows for that.
Whitney
You know how people get really drunk and do it impulsively? Yeah.
It would be on a trip out to some foreign country, you’re their slut so of course you get to come with. Doesn’t admit to having saved up for so long to take you away somewhere, just the two of you.
Parties hard throughout the vacation, taking advantage of the hot climate to dress in as little as possible, and wants to fuck you anywhere they can.
Until you wake up one night to find a signed marriage certificate with your names on it and a whole lot of missing memories.
Finds a camera, flicks though it to find out the two of you got married the night before. You’re dressed up in the worst outfits they’ve ever seen, but you’re smiling so wide, the kiss looks so full of love.
Oh look you took photos of the consummation, too.
Divorces are expensive, you know. Besides, not like you’re leaving them anytime soon. Its convenient to stay married.
Years down the line you could convince Whitney to do a proper ceremony. A recital, just so you can have one you remember.
They give in, and let you plan. But dear God are they nervous.
Terrified to tell their family. Doesn’t really want them there, scared they’ll say something to you. But if you insist.
Jokes about inviting Leighton for a brief second before deciding against. Bastard would show up and ruin everything, knowing them.
Almost runs off. Even if you’re already married, if its just a little ceremony with close people, Whitney feels vulnerable. Their friends will be there, will they think they’re weak?
But they suck it up and go to the recital.
Tries not to cry when they see you. Fails. Quickly wipes their face before anyone can see. Everyone already saw.
Whispers their vows to you. So quiet everyone leans in, but you hear them perfectly. They mean it when they say they love you, and you can only tell further when you go to place the ring on their finger to find a black band a writing around where the ring goes.
Its your name. Tattooed in a band, around their finger.
Okay now you’re both crying.
The after party is one hell of a show. Even if the venue, the food, the DJ aren't expensive, Whitney and their friends make it so that it isn't dull.
The best man’s speech is embarrassing for both of you, whether its your best friend (Robin, probably) or Whitney’s recounting something like you two stabbing at each other with protractors in Maths.
At one point you hear Whitney’s friends congratulate them. Telling them its okay they cried, they’re all happy for them.
The honeymoon? The place you got married in the first place. And you’re going to recreate the photos from the night, too.
Whipped cream and strawberries. Whitney covers you in it, licks it off and is eager to try other food-related kinks with you.
Whitney is very happy they didn’t run.
#degrees of lewdity#degrees of lewdity whitney#degrees of lewdity kylar#degrees of lewdity great hawk#spill your guts#anonymous
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Happy Birthday- Charlie Gillespie
Charlie Gillespie x Reader
Requested: Yes.
Hey, I love your work. I was wondering if you could do a chapter with Charlie Gillespie? It's the reader's birthday and Charlie wishes them, something like that? Something romantic and cute! I love your work, keep it up! Have a nice day!
Word Count: 2095
Author’s Note: I hope I did your request justice!
Your birthday. Happened every year, and every year was just as simple as the last. You never expected much, each year you simply went out to dinner with a few friends, the few close friends you had anyway. When you moved to LA, you’d moved away from everything you knew. You moved from your family and your friends; you’d moved away from your comfort.
But you were chasing bigger dreams, and you were willing to give up all you were comfortable with to chase those dreams and make them reality. This meant, however, that your birthday became a small gathering as opposed to the large family celebration you’d become accustomed to. But you weren’t one to complain, and you were just thankful enough that you had made a few close friends in LA to celebrate each new year with. Your friends had become your family and you were so thankful to have each of them in your life.
“Hey, have you started planning out your birthday yet?” your friend Charlie asked. He was one of the first people you’d met in LA, ironically at an audition, and now one of your closest friends.
“Honestly? No, I haven’t put much thought into it. Not really sure if I’m even going to do anything this year. Maybe just movie night…” you replied, thinking about a chill night in with your friends. Charlie turned to face you from where he was sitting on the couch.
“You are absolutely not diminishing your birthday to a lame movie night!” He exclaimed, “We have to do something to celebrate, Y/N”
“It’s not that I don’t want to celebrate, Char, it’s just that birthday parties are a bitch to plan. And then to plan one for yourself…” Every year you took it upon yourself to plan your own party. In the beginning it was because your friends didn’t really know you too well yet. And then every year after that it just seemed easier to organize it all yourself. This year, however, you lacked the energy and motivation to do so.
“I’ll plan it” Charlie replied quickly. You turned your head to face him, eyes questioning his words. You really weren’t sure whether or not he was being serious, but you were going to give him an out either way.
“Charlie, you don’t have to do that. Really, I’m absolutely okay with chilling in my apartment and having a movie night” This was his out, if he was joking about planning a party, the conversation would end here.
“Well, that’s too bad because I’m planning you a party. Keep your eye out for further details” he winked at you. And with that his attention turned back to whatever was playing on the tv.
*****
About a week later, you receive a text from Charlie. This wasn’t unusual seeing as the two of you communicated multiple times a day. What was unusual was the cryptic message Charlie had sent.
Char: Your birthday. 5PM. Easton’s on Whitney. Cocktail Attire ;)
You: Who say’s I’ll even show up?
Char: I’ll pick you up at 4:30 ;)
Welp, there it was. There was no way of avoiding whatever Charlie had planned for your birthday. Though deep down you were excited to see whatever he had planned, nobody had ever taken over your birthday planning. The fact that Charlie felt comfortable enough as your friend to take things into his own hands meant so much to you. With a dress code in place, you began to find an outfit, and with no luck, you headed out to the shops.
*****
As you put the finishing touches on your look for the evening, a soft knock sounded at your front door. Before you could even move to answer it, you heard the door unlatch and soft footsteps make their way to your bedroom. There Charlie stood in white shirt with a suit jacket over top, black bowtie, and black slacks with his signature black vans. His hair was long, but cleanly brushed back out of his face. He was holding five yellow roses in his hand.
“Happy Birthday!” he announced, beyond excited to take you along to the night he had planned for you. He made his was over to you, wrapping his free hand around your waist and placing a kiss on your head. You giggled into his chest, bringing your arms around to embrace him. Charlie pulled away, handing you the flowers.
“Thank you, Char” you said, taking the flowers and smelling the floral scent.
“They’re yellow, for uh- friendship” Charlie said, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck, a shy smile on his face.
“They’re beautiful, I’ll have to find a vase to put them in later” you said placing the roses down onto your bed. “But for now, I’m ready to see what you have planned for my birthday!” Excitement evident in your voice.
“Good because I’m super excited to show you” he said, grabbing your hand and starting to pull you toward the door. You quickly grabbed your purse and followed along behind Charlie. After a short drive you made it to the restaurant. Having already known where Charlie was hosting your birthday, this wasn’t much of a surprise. What was going to be a surprise was the events that would unfold during the night. Knowing Charlie, it wouldn’t be just a simple dinner with friends.
Charlie pulled the door open for you, leading your through the small entry way with his hand on your back. As your eyes adjusted to the darker lighting of the small restaurant you were very quickly met with a loud “Happy Birthday!”
You stopped walking to take in the people in front of you. There stood your four other closest friends in LA. However, there were more people who made up the group celebrating you. As you looked further, you noticed a few of Charlie’s Julie and the Phantoms cast members who you’d become close with after he filmed the first season. Owen, Savannah, and Tori all stood waving at you from the table.
You turned toward Charlie, a smile plastered on your face and tears brimming in your eyes. Charlie looked down at you with the biggest smile on his face, happy that his first surprise of the night had been a success.
“Charlie, this is amazing! How did you even pull this off?” you asked, pulling him into a tight hug.
“Well, everyone had already been planning to celebrate your birthday, so that wasn’t hard. And Owen, Sav, and Tori all happened to be free this weekend. Mads and Jer send their best, they couldn’t come.” Charlie replied, pulling away from the hug and leading you to the table.
You went around the table greeting all of your friends, and especially thanking Owen, Savannah, and Tori for taking time out of their week to celebrate with you.
“Hey, I’m not one to turn down a good party, Y/N” Owen said, squeezing you into a hug.
“I honestly just had to see if Charlie could pull this off!” Savannah laughed, Tori quickly agreeing, “But no, for real, happy birthday!”
*****
Dinner with your friends was amazing. It was fun to introduce your LA friends with Charlie’s Julie and the Phantoms friends who were now your friends as well. The chaotic energy was radiating throughout the small restaurant.
Occasionally you felt Charlie wrap his arm around you on the top of your chair, his thumb rubbing small circles on your shoulder. You kept turning to him throughout the evening, shooting him a smile letting him know how grateful you were that he’d planned this all for you.
After saying goodbye to each of your friends at the close of the evening, you followed Charlie out to his car. His hand hovered over your lower back as he opened the door for you, placing your presents in the backseat of his orange Subaru.
You turned to the boy as he climbed into the driver seat. “I can’t thank you enough for tonight” you said, giving him a small smile.
“Well, don’t thank me yet, it’s not quite over” he replied, a smirk resting on his face.
“What else could you possibly have in store for me tonight, Gillespie?” you questioned, sitting up a bit straighter in your seat.
“That, I can’t tell you” Charlie finished, winking quickly in your direction before starting to drive.
*****
You’d zoned out during most of the drive, tired from the events that had already occurred tonight. You only began to focus in on your surroundings when you noticed the colorful lights illuminating the dark night. Charlie parked on the side of the road, the sound of the ocean quietly rushing coming from the nearby ocean.
“The pier?” you asked, getting out of the car. Charlie only smiled at you before grabbing your hand and leading you toward the colorful lights.
As the two of you got closer, you took in all the stalls. Some were carnival games; others were food vendors. Charlie stopped the two of you, taking both of your hands in his.
“I remembered something you told me when we first started hanging out.” Charlie said, nervousness evident in his voice, “You said that every year your hometown had a carnival around your birthday, and your family would take you. You said your favorite thing about the carnival was riding the Ferris wheel and seeing the world when you stopped at the top. You said it you felt like you could see everything from up there” He finished. Charlie hadn’t made eye contact with you while he said all this, but when he finished, he looked at you as if you were the only one around.
“I hadn’t realized you were listening.” You said, recalling the night you told Charlie that story, “I thought you had fallen asleep”
“I wasn’t sleeping” he replied bashfully, “I listened to every word. But I thought, to make your birthday even more special, we could continue that tradition?” Charlie asked, holding up two tickets. A smile grew on your face and you pulled Charlie in for a hug. You pulled the boy toward the large, spinning wheel, and got in line.
When it was your turn, you sat down in the small chair, scootching over to ensure Charlie had enough room. Charlie pulled the bar down over your laps and the wheel began to spin. Before the ride, Charlie had been sure to ask the attendant for a few extra minutes at the top, he wanted to make sure you had plenty of time to look at the world.
“You cold?” Charlie asked as the two of you reached the top.
“A little. The breeze is a lot colder up here.” And without hesitation, Charlie removed his dress coat and placed it over your shoulders. You pulled your arms through, wrapping it around your torso. Charlie wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest to help warm you up.
“This has really been the best birthday; I can’t thank you enough Char.” You confessed, looking up at the blue-eyed boy.
“You deserve to be treated like royalty on your birthday, Y/N” he said, voice low. You noticed the way he was looking at you, different from how he normally looked at you. “You deserve to be treated like this every day.” His eyes flickered toward your lips but quickly made their way back to your eyes.
“That would be a bit much, don’t you think?” You asked, giggling at the thought. Charlie chuckled at your light heartedness, however, still somehow remaining serious and sticking to his plan. If he didn’t, he might never do it.
“Not for you” he whispered, slowly moving his lips mere inches away from yours. You inhaled sharply, anticipating his next move. His lips landed on your gently and hesitantly, waiting to see if you would pull away. When you didn’t, he moved his hand to cup your cheek, deepening the kiss.
You pulled away, chest heaving at the lack of oxygen. Charlie looked at you with nervous and expectant eyes. You looked back at him, a smile slowly making its way across your lips, quickly pulling him in to another kiss.
This time Charlie pulled back, resting his forehead against your own.
“Happy Birthday, Y/N”
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