#WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS CHAPTER DUDE IM JUMPING UP THE WALLS
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The way they have me LOSING MY MIND. Yes, I know he was not only talking about Mobius. But I also know that Mobius is the only person from that group that Loki has called a friend. And we know how Loki is with admitting feelings, he's not the best at that.
Loki cannonigally wants Mobius. I'm fine, tho. I'm great.
#WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS CHAPTER DUDE IM JUMPING UP THE WALLS#like did we just see LOKI CASUALLY CONFESS OR LIKE#im terrified for chpt 6 like ik they're not gonna be canon im not that naive but istg if they end up badly im never gonna be the same person#marvel i will be SUING.#lokius#loki#loki laufeyson#loki odinson#mobius#mobius m mobius#loki s2#loki season 2#loki series#tva loki#loki s2 spoilers#loki spoilers#loki show#let loki kiss that old man#time husbands
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laughing, giggling, kicking my fits ohh my fuckingg god i can't get enough! so, im writing it while im reading sooo just keep that in mind why i might not grab all of the stuff quicly.
okay, so, first of all, it really pains me to see how etho thinks he NEED to be useful. like it's such a basic thing, but i really need him to lie down and take a breath.
the whole scene after the advisor's meeting left something in my chest and i really can't explain what exactly, certainly not the bad thing! but the whole premiss, this deep feeling of "i'll do anything you'll tell me".
aaaand ren is lifthing etho up. okay, my brain short-circuited just now ma gad.(i don't exactly remember my previous ask and idk if you saw it, but it was something along the line, that for ren etho is becoming the reason to continue fighting AND IDK I MIGHT BE WRONG or i might see what i want and not what both of you wanted to say, but oh my god i see it so clearly now). for etho it was near religious experience, but for ren etho is the human ever, not in way "just another one", but in a "the human". etho is so alive and ren want to keep it that way to hide him from harm.
omg pov switch im dying.
i cannot express how much i feel reading rens part. im not joking. and it echoes so much with what i said about how human etho is in rens eyes. :(
"good night, my lord Ren"
im jumping into the river.
"There is no one to see the love on his face"
im drowning.
i would comment on chess part but i am in the river, drowned. sry.
"I'm calling you, Ren, a liar"
millions cheered. but i am so afraid of where this all going, seriously.
the whole wine scene was so,,, peaceful, it was so soft and it felt like home, i smiled like an idiot reading it. :(
"hes someone has king's eyes" is such i simple phrase yet i can't think about anything anymore.
OHH etho want his walls back, he want to see ren the king, because it is so so much to see just ren. because it is hard, because they both want more so bad, but just can't.
the final part is something so big i cannot express.
im so fucking sorry for this 400 words essay, honestly, but oh my god this is too good, this is amazing work and you both are so talented and good with your words it never ceases to amaze me.
ALRIGHT i'm gonna try and respond to this so osososoosoooo normally
first of all you're so right. etho so needs to sit down and breathe but he's so very lost in the fact he's meant to serve and die he can't stop enough to rest:D
ren lifting etho up was by far one of the gayest things i've ever seen written with my two eyes<33 (theo wrote that) and i remember looking at the words and looking at the call and then going YOU WANT ME TO FOLLOW THAT UP?? and then i made it gayer myself so. WOO
you're absolutely so so so right about that point!! i just now got to answer it but you hit the nail on the head with it and i'm honestly floored by how you said it!!
the scene with ren carrying him back was also one of the gayest things i've ever written or seen!! honestly the majority of the fic is like this LMAOOOO
"his someone has the king's eyes" was a fun phrase to think of!! that section where etho talks about what he wants to do after the war made both of us cry, and the ending to the chapter was. hhhh made me cry writing it /pos KSJDHFSKHFJD
thank you SO much for this ask dude holy shit!!!
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WIP Wednes-eekend: Summer Challenge Edition
tagged by @stobinesque 💕💖💞 Im not sure if the summer challege edition is like. specific to your fics or not so oopsies if it is
The Rules
Post the file names of up to 5 of your WIPs for people to send you asks
Post a snippet of one of those WIPs
When people send you an ask with the name of one of your WIPs, write 3 lines of that WIP.
(Optional) Post the lines you wrote.
You can send multiple requests especially since this is going on through the weekend!
Also feel free to send as many as you want, im gonna devote my free time to this anyway so your just directing the adhd energy to a specific section
WIPs
Since I’m planning on just going wild on my Steve Henderson AU for the foreseeable future and I’m doing a lot of jumping around in it, I figured i’d list different chapters I’m working on as the wips (I also just really wanted to share chapter titles early because i put a lot of effort into making these meme references relevant and i think theyre funny) So in no particular order but definitely chronological because this is just chapters 3-6.5:
1. Get yo fucking dog, bitch (It don’t bite) (YES IT DO)
2. What the fuck kinda dog is that? (Bitch an interdimensional dog)
3. “Lab Work Ahead?” Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does
4. There’s one thing worse than a demodog (Boom) A Billy Hargrove (Actually yes)
5. ✨Bonus Chapter (Dustin pov): Can we go to the tunnels (*slamming*) Can we please go to the tunnels
Snippet
this ones from chapter 3 aka Get Yo Fucking Dog, Bitch
They pulled up to Steve’s again, this time into Steve’s garage connected to the front of the house. Steve hopped out, running over to unlock the door and crack it open. Dustin was still in his seat, looking around the room. Impressed with the house: a reaction that King Steve usually found validating but now made Just Steve uneasy.
Steve went over and knocked on his window before crossing back to the other side and opening the backseat door. Dustin turned around.
“You have your own garage?”
He nodded, putting two bags in one arm and grabbing a third.
“C’mon, are we in a rush or not?” he joked. Dustin climbed out, still distracted.
Steve pushed through the door, catching it with his foot before it could bump into the wall and waited for Dustin who was balancing three bags of his own.
They turned the corner and he set the bags on the kitchen island, Dustin still absently taking everything in. It took a few trips, but eventually they got all the meat on the counter, leaving the pasta and dry groceries in the car to save time.
“Alright, you start unloading stuff and I’ll find us some buckets or something.” he said, setting the last bag down and heading back to his garage, “And do not touch the knives until I’m back.”
“Dude, I’m twelve, I can hold a knife.”
“Just don't start without me, okay?"
"Five minutes and then I'm raiding your knife block."
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hiding the tags down here because i definitely rambled too much up top so (no pressure ofc) @blushweddinggowns @spicysix @wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart @lets-try-to-be-normal-otakus @eriquin @marvel-ous-m 💃🪩🕺
#steve harrington#dustin henderson#steve and dustin#dustin and steve#stranger things#wip wednes-eekend#???#wip wednesday#wip weekend#also#anti billy hargrove#just in case yknow#i don't want anybody complaining over the title about billy here#anyway explainations of the title references because being out if the loop sucks:#ch 3 is just verbatim a vine by the kid that puts objects on his head#ch 4 is a reference to 'what the fuck kinda bug is that' 'bitch an eyelash bug'#i think its megan thee stallion but im not sure about the original conext i just got it from meme osmosis in a yt video essay#ch 5 is ofc ''road work ahead'? uh yeah i sure hope it does'#ch 6 is basically the same but demodog and billy hargrove are obv changed#and in the original the person saying 'a _' is wrong but in this they're actually right#a far too complicated explanation just to avoid typing a word i don't want to but i hoping its just common knowledge#anyway ch6.5 is referencing the vine 'can i get a waffle? can i please get a waffle' while two employees fight behind the counter
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Saving my Rebel (Eddie Munson x Reader)
Chapter 2
There you were, sitting in your living room with your little brother and your parents. Your dad flipped through the news while you listened to an old mix tape of yours. You only looked up when you noticed Eddie's uncle on the news. You threw your headset off, it landing on your shoulders. You read the title in disbelief, a dead girl was found in his trailer and Eddie was missing. Your mom sighed, setting down breakfast for you and your brother.
"Poor girl... those cults just go for anyone nowadays." Your mom said as your brother jumped up and sat to eat.
"He's not in a cult mom." I snapped.
"How would you know?" Your dad interjected.
"He's a regular at work. That's all." You covered your tracks before looking at the clock.
You had a feeling some crazy people were going to go after Eddie so you had to make sure you found him first. You stood and gathered your things, muttering curses under your breath.
"Shit shit im late!"
You ran by your brother, messing up his hair, kissing your mom's cheek and yelling a bye before running out the door.
You flipped your keys in your hand before starting your shabby old car and driving off.
Now Eddie got into weed after he failed to graduate the second time but you didn't mind it much. He drove sober so you were ok with it. You smoked on occasion but only when your parents' fights got too loud. Even if it wasn't often you still knew a dealer since Eddie showed you off to him as his "metal friend." It made you laugh at the time but you remembered when Eddie said that his dealer was in prison. You knew where to look first.
You pulled up a few blocks away and got out of your car, locking it and stuffing the keys into your pocket. You walked over to the seemingly abandoned house and walked past it, checking behind you often. You walked to the shed in the back and opened the door gently.
"Eds? You here? It's me, it's (Y/N). I saw the news and wanted to make sure you were ok and st-"
You were cut off as you walked around the shed when Eddie popped out and pushed you against the wall, holding a pocket knife to your neck. You took in a sharp breath but when he met your eyes he loosened grip on the knife, pulling it away and stepping back.
"S-Sorry (Y/N) I'm a little spazzy..."
Your tension eased and you sighed, running a hand around your neck gently.
"Its ok Eds but what the fuck happened with that girl?"
Eddie's eye contact abruptly ended as he looked around. He looked like a startled puppy that had just been kicked. You stepped closer, gently putting a hand on his cheek and directing his face to look at you.
"Eds I don't think you killed that girl but you gotta tell me what happened."
He searched your face in fear before leaning against your hand, sighing and nodding.
"You aren't going to believe me..."
"Try me."
"She- She was over for some drugs... she was just stressed out i don't know... she didn't tell me why she needed shit so strong but I left to go get it and... and when I came back..."
His voice cracked as you saw tears sting at his eyes. Your heart melted gently seeing him so distraught.
"When I came back she was floating and- I tried! I tried to wake her up (Y/N)! Really I did!!"
You gave a small comforting smile, rubbing your thumb against his cheek.
"I know Eds I know"
He broke eye contact and took a harsh swallow.
"And then she went up on the ceiling... she uh... her arms... oh god-"
He looked sickly pale and you hushed him, pulling him into a hug. It was mildly awkward since you were shorter than him but not too bad. Eddie clung to you, shaking as you rubbed his back.
"Hey, hey it's ok. You didn't kill her, I know that. But you need some food dude.. Listen I have work later and I'll bring you some food and a drink and some weed ok? I'll stay here all night if you need me to."
Eddie smiled, finally ending the hug and pushing your hair behind your ear. He nodded and whispered a thank you.
"Of course, until then let's figure out some escape plans and some backup places to hide in case people find this place."
He nodded and sat in the boat he popped out of. You stared at it before managing to get in and stabilize, sitting across from him.
"The woods behind here are fairly thick so if only 1 person is chasing you can probably get to the lake before they can figure out the exact direction you're going in."
Eddie nodded, still shaken but paying attention.
"That's only if someone finds you. Since you're hiding in a dealer's place it should be safe to assume that he has some places to hide shit so I can look for something big enough for you to hide in. I say don't use the knife until you really really need to."
Another nod from Eddie and you smiled, leaning over and patting his knee.
"We can make up a code so you know it's me coming to visit you."
His eyes sparkled and he sat up.
"Can I make the code?"
You giggled and nodded before looking at your watch.
"Ok you can tell me the code when I come back after work but my parents probably think I'm off doing drugs so I gotta get home."
A frown moved across Eddie's face and you tried to soothe him with a smile before you got up. You stumbled from the boat and waved at him before leaving, heading back to your car and going home.
previous chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/bobawitch/691661250138128384/saving-my-rebel-eddie-munson-x-reader?source=share
#eddie munson#eddie munson fanfic#alternate ending#metalheads#eddie munson x reader#stranger things#stranger things season four
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HI HELLO IVE JUST CAUGHTEN UP
quick confession firrst: i read ch 3&4 backwards bc i forgot i hadnt read ch 3 before i read ch 4. im out of my adhd meds and its taking a toll lmao
BACK TO THE HOLLERIN
that shoot out scene was fucking BRILLIANT. i just finished a romance novel that had an "action scene" in it that was.... disappointing. but then to turn around and see wade go absolutely feral on those boys??? oh man!! my favorite parts probably had to be shooting the dude through the bar (gross real life image GREAT movie image), the bit where theyre gonna send him down the river and he wakes up and kills the reat of em, and surprisingly the part where he kills weasel too. i thought that would make me sad bc ive always loved their relationships in other fics but here... it just felt right. like the image of an absolutely battered wade limping out of st margarets and climbing onto arthur, PILES of bodies behind him with no survivors?? incredible
and PYM my lovely cranky hank. i love cranky hank, thank you for giving him to me, i will never have enough. i can't wait to see what he has to say about wade coming to his doorstep in ch 5 lmao
okay okay onto my SECOND favorite part which is PETER my beloved. i love this pete. i mean... learning to become an escape artist because of his experiences?? sitting there and cataloguing the alphas with nothing more than a look???? and fucking reeling Francis IN and then casting him aside was some MASTER manipulation and i can't believe francis fucking fell for it, what a bitch 😂 also i loved pete covering up his tell!! thats so so clever, i love little details like that! oh and the way you didnt detail petes escape? you just cut to it through francis' pov kinda??? oh that was some good shit. ive said it before and i'll say it again: this verse, you've really honed in on this movie/camera aspect of writing and i LOVE it. i can physically SEE the jump shot from francis to where pete was tied, then the racing shot from francis howling to pete running away and then the zooming shot to the little town of hex on the horizon. its.so.good.
okay i think i'm done now 😂 i loved these two chapters (if you couldnt tell) and im falling in love with these two boys even though they arent spending any real time together which is a wild approach to a romance story but one im LOVING. i cant wait for chapter 5!! (thankfully i wont be able to read it out of order this time 😅)
THANK YOU!
I have definitely been disappointed by "Action Scenes" in romance movies and fics because alot of times it seems like the two tropes can't co exist without one being seen as "unnecessary" (usually the romance, let's be honest) and I am really trying to avoid that in this fic. Like Peter and Wade are both having an adventure that will eventually lead to them coming back together but I'm also trying to layer in that romance so when they finally see each other again it just clicks into place vs the typical movie scene where all the sudden one minute the two main characters are apparently into each other for no other reason than they happened to be sharing the same space.
So I wanted Wade's shoot out scene to be SO INTENSE but then in the middle of it, he's still "tell me where my Omega is" and even when he's half dead, he's still thinking about Pete. Okay and I'm so glad everyone has loved the shotgun through the bar thing. That's one of my favorite tropes in action movies, shooting someone through the wall, in fact my favorite one is in Mr. and Mrs. Smith where Angelina Jolie's character shoots through the wall and damn near kills Brad Pitt and then goes "still alive, baby?" idk why it's so damn funny but it always has me in stitches every time.
I almost didn't kill Weasel cos honestly the guy is a great character. Wholly chaotic and barely keeping it together but GREAT and usually in my fics he's a good guy. But for this one yeah, I wanted that "scorched earth" feel to Wade leaving St. Margaret's-- bodies and blood and gunpowder and the lone gunman riding away into the hills.
I know that this version of Peter is pretty wildly OOC but on the other hand... I feel like maybe he isn't. Everything I attribute to Peter in this AU- being able to size up a situation in a matter of minutes, always having an escape plan, stealthy skills that would help in a scary moment, being able to pretty much figure out how dangerous some one is or how easy they'll be to talk down-- I feel like Spidey!Peter has all the same skills. He might have superpowers but you still don't survive in NYC against honestly wackadoodle super villains without being super smart and being able to read people well and read them quickly. In this AU he got and uses those skills as a whore, but I feel like it's not that far off from how he has to exist IRL.
And YES I purposefully went with the cut scene to Peter's escape partly for the "movie" feel and partly because we'd just come off both a scene where we SAW Peter putting together the details of his escape (loosened knots, money, etc) and then a detail heavy scene with Wade so we didn't need to be bogged down in more.
Plus that parallel of Wade barely alive riding away and Peter literally riding for his life, both of them off into the darkness searching for each other but not quite finding each other... it's so good.
Thanks for this comment! I love when people see all the little details I put into the chapters!
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Secrets chapter 3
Summary: ellies birthday and mothers day is coming up as emotions and pent up anger are spiraling between you, negan, and jack while more and more secrets begin to unfold.
18+
Warming: nsfw, fluff, kink, depression, abuse
Sorry for the late update on this chapter its kind of a short one ive just have been going through some personal things and havent found the motivation to finish this one yet.❤ i hope you all like it!❤
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You and negan haven't spoke in a few days ellies birthday is today and you have been busy decorating. Negan is suppose to be picking up the cake at the store. jack has returned back from his "business trip" withq an odd hickey on his neck that keeps gawking at you everytime you speak to him. You want to avoid conflict because you arent so innocent yourself after what happen with negan last time you saw him but thats just not who you are....you have to confront him but you also dont want to ruin ellies day infront of everyone.
"Hey jack, do you mind helping me with this streamer" you called out to him from the ladder
"Sure hun" he took the streamer from your hand taping it up to the wall
"Thank you.....uh negan should be here soon with her cake" you said folding up the step ladder
"I could of went and grabbed it" he scoffs
"I uh..well sorry i didnt know it was a big deal" you try to laugh it off politely
"Dont even worry about it...." He walks past you ramming his ahoulder into you heading outside
Negan had arrive with the cake and so did a few of ellies friends and your mother. You and your mothers relationship really has never been that great but you try to make peace with it for ellies sake. Negan came in with a huge gift box all wrapped in pink with a bow.
" i thought we agreed nothing crazy" you whispered to him
"Whaat...can i not spoil my girl" negan grins at you
Ellie runs out of her room her eyes light up at the size of the gift her dad got her.
"Mommy look at this...its humongo!" She says messing with the bow
"I see honey..dont mess with it yet" you giggle
"Where is your boy toy.." His tongue slides across his bottom lip
You kept silent while negan stared you down waiting for a response but nothing came out his eyes were burning a hole through you he always knew when shit was up.
"Ah i see....the silent treatment" folding his arms
Negan walks off to go play with ellie and say hello to a few people when your mother walks up to you.
"Hey mom..." You say emotionless
"What is negan doing here.." She asks
"Mom...please dont. Thats ellies dad. I told you we are trying to work on things for ellies sake" you say annoyed.
"Well...once a cheater always a cheater. Im just saying" as she sips on her cup of wine walking away
A few hours have passed and ellie got to blow out her candles and eat cake. Jack still hasnt said much to you throughout the whole party and its more than obvious that negan is starting to catch on im just hoping he doesn't notice the hicky on his neck. Ellie has been bugging you about negans gift so you were going to let her open it.
"Ellie open it up over here sweetie so everyone can see" you say smiling
Ellie quikly rips the hot pink rapping paper off and squeals in excitement as she realizes its a electric scooter that she has been wanting. Negan was standing by your side with his hand sneakily rested on your lower back with a huge smile on his face.
"Oh my god you got me that scooter!!" Ellie begins jumping up and down
"Negan....those cost alot" you whispered in his ear
"dont worry about it....i got it taken car of" he says sternly
"Lets take it outside!!" Negans runs over and picks it up in excitment with all of the kids following him outside to ride on the scooter. You were throwing away dirty plates when jack came up to you
"So you want to explain why you and negan have been so close" he quietly says to you
You instantly start to burn with rage as he asks you that knowing he has been keeping things from you too and the fact his assistant melissa has been speaking to him inappropriately. You were holing the knife in your hand for cutting the cake reminding you of the incident that happened between you and negan once you found out he was cheating. you froze and gripped tightly on the knife thinking of how to approach this.
"You're a fucking whore..." He spat at you
"Jack.....get the fuck away from me" you quietly say
"Yeah i bet thats what you want.....so he can fuck you" he says through gritted teeth
"Its. Ellies. Birthday.....fucking knock it off we can settle this later" you slowly set the knife down unclenching your fist
Jack stands there glaring at you with his jaw clecnhed before giving up and walking away. You let out a sigh of relief and pour yourself a glass of wine. You take a sip closing your eyes feeling like everything is going in slomotion in that moment when you here yelling outside and notice its negan and jack. You drop your glass spilling your wine everywhere running outside.
"Back the fuck off man!" Jack yells with his fist balled up
"Ohh...you really want to go there dude..." Negan laughs
"You are fucking (y/n) and i know it!" Jack lunges towards him throwing a punch hitting negan in the face making him stumble
Negan catches his balace reaching up to his face touching where jack punched him in the mouth realizing he is bleeding negan licks the blood off his lips and lets out a sinister almost scary deep chuckle.
"Oh...you fucked up." Negan lunges towards jack football tackling him to the ground he starts punching jack over and over again blood all over his fists
"Negan!!!...no! Stop!" You rush over trying to pry negan off of jack
"Negan stop for ellie please!" You begin to cry struggling to finally get him off causing you to fall backwards with negan on you
"You are a dead fucking man!....now get the fuck off my property..." Negan threats
You push negan off to go check on jack you try to get jack to respond to you and see if he is okay but he just spits in your face shoving you away causing you to fall before you know it negan charges back over and starts beating the shit out of him all you can do is scream at them and cry. Through tear filled eyes you notice the cops rushing up the street pulling into the drive way the last thing you remember is the cops pulling negan off and everything went black.
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Jack and negan were both arrested but were soon let go apparently i had fainted due to stress and dehydration they kept me in the hospital until i was better. You kicked jack out of the house and you haven't spoke to negan since ellies birthday. Things have been rough being alone for ahwile and ellie was getting upset about not seeing her dad.
Text from negan:
Hey....im coming by
You looked at your phone to see a text from negan but you just ignored it and continued to cook some food for ellie. There was a knock at the door you sighed annoyingly before unlocking the deadbolt and opening the door to negans innocent brown eyes staring back at you. before you could give him a chance to speak you shut the door in his face but he quickly caught it in time with his foot in the doorway before it closed.
"Negan...ellie should be home. She is still upset" you sigh
"Thats okay i want to make it up to you two" he says pushing the door open coming inside
You just stand there silent with your arms crossed untill you hear ellies bus coming down the road and before you know it she busts through the door yelling.
"Mommmyyyy! Happy mothers dayzz!" Ellies runs up to you handing you a picture she made at school
"Awe...thank you sweet heart its gorgeous" you took the pink paper from her smiling and when to hang it on the fridge
"Look i want to take you two out to dinner...its mothers day and you deserve it..look i know i fucked up but that asshole had it coming" negan says
"Negan dont.....go ask Ellie she is the real one you need to be apologizing to not me" you stare at the ground avoiding eye contact.
"Ohh ellie daddy wants to talk to you!" He walks off to her room
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You, negan, and ellie were all out at dinner at your favorite steakhouse enjoying your meal when the waiter brought a bottle of wine
"Negan....i cant afford that" you quietly say
"Ah ah....you deserve it i mean you are the best mom ever" he winks at you popping the lid off pouring wine into your glass
"Thanks..." You shyly say before taking a sip
"So.....the school fired me" negan cleared his throat
You choked on your drink hearing the words that had just came out of negans mouth
"What?..how come" you say wipping wine off your chin
"Well....they dont want me as a coach anymore since what happened at ellies birthday. They say its wildly inappropriate and against policy to still have me there" he bites in his steak
"What are you going to do..." You ask worried
"Ohhh no biggie i always have things taken care of" he smiles at you
"If you need anything im here..." You look up at him
" i know....thank you" he reaches across the table holding your hand
The three of you finish up dinner afterwards you all go for a late walk through the park. It felt nice to get out and have some fresh air after what happended at the party. Your phone kept buzzing off the hook of texts from jack you kept trying to hide it from negan to not let him worry. You felt bad hiding it from negan but you knew it would start a fight but you also didnt want to let jack go without some talking. Negan took you and ellie back home ellie ran inside and got ready for bed.
"I know he is talking to you..." Negan says sternly while placing one hand against the wall beside your head
"Negan....can we not talk about this right now" you say turning your head away from him
"No!...you will look at me when im speaking to you" negan grabs ahold of your chin forcing you to look at him
"Yes....yes im still talking to him.." You say embarassed
"Why....he is such a load of whoreshit....im standing right infront of you (y/n)...im here now! Take me back please. Im an honest man now!" Negan growls
" get...off of me!" You scream and shove him away from you and begin to walk angrily down the road
"(Y/n) get back here now!...where the fuck do you think you are going!" Negan trys to catch up with you when it suddenly starts raining
"Negan stop trying so hard!...this is going nowhere!" You say crying
"Why do you keep saying that!...i want this to work!" Negan finally catches up to you grabbing you by the arm spinning you around
"......well i dont..." You choked on those words as they slipped out of your mouth it felt like your heart had just stopped for a split second it killed you to say that to negan but it had to be done
"You....dont want this." He said quietly and upset with rain drops running down his perfect face
"Negan....i.... I cant. You have to let me go" you say caressing his face" you said giving him a half smile with a single tear rolling down your cheek
"W....what about ellie.....thats my babygirl" Negan begans to tear up pulling you into a hug
"You can still be in ellies life.....i start therapy next tuesday" you say ending the hug
"You can talk to me (y/n)" negan sniffles
"There are just things that just feel easier letting out to a stranger sometimes..."
"I love you....." Negan says bresthlessly
"....i love you too but from a distance.....i have boundaries set now negan"
You and negan began to walk back to the house getting inside you hand him a towel to dry himself off. Negan follows you to the bedroom.
"There are still some of your clothes in the closet...." You say facing away from him
"You still have some of my old clothes here...." Negan opens the door seeing his shirts still hanging in the same spot before he moved out
"I didnt know if you still wanted them or not..." You say nervously
"Its okay. Thank you" negan takes off his soaking wet shirt switching it out with an old faded band shirt
"You can sleep on the couch if you would like..." You offer him
"You sure you are going to be okay with that?" He raises an eyebrow at you
"Yeah....plus its been lonely here just me and ellie" you chuckle handing him a blanket
Negan takes the blanket from you before turing around to open the bedroom door to leave. As soon as the door shut you quietly sobbed making sure it wasnt loud enough for negan to hear. You wiped your tears away before getting yourself ready for bed. You tossed and turned for most of the night your head filled with unnecessary thoughts and cenarios. You just wanted all of this pain to go away you dont know what you are doing with yourself anymore the only thing that keeps you holding on is ellie and negan.
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I huffed and fell on the couch of the common room "Something wrong Y/n?" Danielle asked from the floor, next to Rahne as she always is "I am so annoyed right now." I spit out as I flipped around on the couch to be sitting.
"Why?" Rahne questioned, I leaned forwards and thought for a second about what just happened "Its so small, i don't even know why! I'm annoyed. I mean it happens every-"I was cut short from my rambling by Danielle "What happened?" she asked with a small smile.
A few hours before
Y/n walked around outside for a while before coming back in for a while. It was starting to become fall after a very hot summer "Reyes!" Y/n yelled as the door opened and they walked in. The sound of whistling echoed down the halls as y/n walked down them. it made the place 10x scary, but the group knew it y/n everytime.
Mostly because if you scare them when they are zoned out, which is most of the time. You will be energy blasted into the wall.
"Hey Screamer." Illyana said as she walked behind y/n. y/n jumped and turned around "What the fuck dude, Not fucking funny." an they pushed Illyana shoulder and continued walking, Illyana skipped behind them.
"Your mutation is kinda stupid, you know that." she taunted y/n from behind. Y/n took a deep breath and continued walking "Come on, talk to me. Banshee." y/n stopped walking and turned around "You know what? So is yours." they said with a smile.
Illyana laughed "I'm the most powerful mutant here, all you do is scream and blast things into walls. What is so special about that?" y/n rolled their eyes and turned around to start walking again, not really wanting to fight today "Your not the strongest, and you know that. All you have is a sword and a puppet. Ok barbie." they said with a smile that Illyana couldn't see.
"Now, politely." y/n stopped walking and turned around to face the blond behind them "Fuck off." Illyana huffed and crossed her arms, watching y/n turn down the hall.
present time
y/n pov
I finished telling Danielle and Rahne about what happened. I wouldn't call them close friends of mine, but we're friends "Wait I'm so confused, what is going on?" Roberto asked as he sat down on the couch "Oh my fucking god." i rubbed my forehead "Fucking blonde doesn't know when to shut the fuck up. I swear I'm about to scream and make her head fucking explode in the courtyard." I expressed my annoyance to the group, roberto laughed "VIolent, huh?" I faced him and glared.
"You would be violent too if shes been teasing you since you first go here. I can't stand the bitch." I took a deep breath and ran my hands down my face. Danis smile dropped as she looked behind me "What ups bitch?" I said from behind "How'd you know? you got super hearing or something." she walked behind me and put her hands on my shoulder. I grabbed her wrist hard "Take your hands off of me, Illyana." I stated keeping calm, she leaned down to my ear and whispered "Or what? what are you gonna do? scream to mommy to come get you. oh wait, shes dead."
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That was the final straw. Y/n jumped up from the couch and turned to face Illyana. The couch was the only thing in between them. Rahne and Dani watched from the floor as Roberto go up from the couch to stand behind the table with the other 2.
"What did you just say?" Y/n Said in a low voice, Illyana smirked "Your mom is dead." She replied. The two looked at each other in the eyes, Dani perked up from the back "Hey guys. Lets not fight okay? it doesn't-"Dani was cut off by Illyana "Shut up."she yelled.
"You wanna fucking go? Ill go now, and I won't hesitate to not blow your brains." Y/n Yelled at the girl in front of her. The room knew they were lying at what they had said. They didn't take jokes about family lightly.
"You wanna go? then come on, your not scared are you?" Illyana said in a taunting high pitch voice. Illyanas eyes turned bright blue and her arm started to transform. y/n walked around the couch, Illyana stepped back towards the other side of the room, making space in between the two mutants.
"Oh wait you guys are gonna fight here? and now?" Roberto asked from the corner of the room, Illyana turned to him "What does it look like? A Tea party?" Illyana sassed back.
As Illyana had her back turned Y/n sent an energy blast toward her. Illyana shot back into the wall. Illyana gasped as her back hit the concrete wall "I'll do it again. Wanna see?" Illyana tried to stand but was blasted again onto the floor against the wall. Dani and Rahne had moved to the over side of the room as to try and not get hit. Roberto had done the same.
Y/n chuckled and looked at Illyana, as she got to her feet. Illyana fixed her grip around the handle and took a deep breath before charging at the person across from her. Illyana almost hit y/n before a scream echoed around the room "Y/n!" Danielle screamed as her, Rahne, and Roberto covered their ears. Illyana fell to the floor cupping her hands over her ears.
"Y/n!" was heard as a field went up in the room, containing the screaming person. Y/n stopped screaming and took a deep breath. They looked down at the floor, and Reyes looked around " Are you guys okay?" she asked, Roberto looked up and so did Danielle"What the hell." danielle whispered, she had never seen Y/n's mutation in action before.
"What is going on?" Reyes said loudly and helped Illyana up "They threatened to kill me!" Illyana pointed at Y/n. Reyes took the shield down and looked at them "Im disappointed in you, Y/n. We had come very far, and you almosted messed yourself up like that." y/n played with their hands and reyes escorted them out to confinement.
"where are they going" Danielle asked the room, Rahne looked up " To confinement. But not the one we know. You know those padded rooms you see on horror TV shows?" Rahne asked Dani, she nodded "Y/n is going there. I don't think it's the best as all they do is scream while they are in there but Reyes superiors believe its fine." Illyana picked up Lockheed and put him in her back pocket, he had fallen out when she had hit the well the first time.
"The room is 'soundproof’ you know? you can still hear them scream if you go close to the room." Roberto said as he exited the room, Rahne nodded "The room is in the other buildings. To make sure everyone is safe."
"They deserve it." Illyana stated, Dani looked towards her "What is your problem with them?!" Dani yelled in a stern voice, Illyana scoffed and turned around "They remind me of the men." and with that,Illyana walked out.
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Future Hope - chapter 1.5 - Practice Makes Perfect
Our heroes didnt get their powers and knew from night to day how to manage them, especially those who had physical changes to their body. Our soon-to-be heroes were all reunited in Maria's house, they had planed to spend the afternoon practing and exploring their new limits and abilities, all helping eitch other.
They decided since Griff had the biggest change, they would focus on him first. At the moment they were out in backyard, eitch one giving suggestions on what to begin first.
"Pick us all up at once with your new muscles!" Said Muffin excitedly. "That's still too light! Pick us all up plus Maria's car" Said Spike, chewing once again on a bubblegum.
"You all leave Hellride out of this!" Maria responded angrily. "That car was expensive as fuck and I refuse to go back to a life of Ubers!" She crossed her arms, indignified.
"You named your car?" Kip answered from high up a tree branch, as cats do. "I name all my belongings, what of it?" Maria answered. "And they're all cool names, too".
"Hellride? Really?" Spiked scoffed. "Because she rides fast as Hell! Look can we get back on track and find something for Griff to test his strenght?!" Maria answered nervously with a touch of embarrassment.
"Unless we find an Indiana Jones boulder for him to spin on his finger like a damn basketball we arent gonna get any damn progress!" Spike shouted back.
Maria sighed and shook her head. "I hate it when you have a point.." Griff nervously scratched the back of his head. "There must be something we can do.." He quietly mumbled out.
"I got it!" Muffin shouted, they all turned to face her. "I forgot Im a fairy! I can just poof something up!" She said excitedly. Everyone stared at her with either a confused or shocked look.
"..How... Do you FORGET that you're a fairy?!" Spike blurted out nervously. "You have fucking wings! How does one forget they have huge pink glittery wings?!"
Muffin just shrugged.
Maria smiled wide. "OK Muffin, give us something huge and heavy for Griff to use!" Muffin nodded and grabbed her wand which had a muffin on the tip. "Wand cook, beat and bake! Give us a big large and tasty cupcake!" She waved her wand and out appeared from a bunch of pink glittery smoke, a nearly two-story house tall chocolate cupcake.
"... Why a cupcake..?" Blink asked as she peeked behind her mask, in slight awe and wanting to secretly a bite out of it. "I can only make sweets!" Muffin said with a shy tone. "Im not a fighter like you guys, I only want to make people happy and eat candy!"
"That is certainly the biggest pastry I've ever seen! So large and beautiful, I bet tasty as well!" "Not to mention DIABETIC AS HELL!!! We could die from a heart attack eating that! Or worse, we could get fat! Even fatter! And become even uglier then we already are! This is too overwealming I need a nap!"
Rooko and Rooki suddenly spoke, almost taking everyone off guard on how their friend Rook is suddenly two split personalities now based on the Youtube character ENA, one is always happy while the other is always sad, and depending on the situation they can go Manic or Miserable.
"OK Griff, show us what you can do!" Maria shouted excitedly. Without missing a second, Griff bent over and gripped the edge of the massive cupcake, after struggling a bit he slowly but surely, lifted the entire thing over his head, smiling proudly.
His friends cheered and applauded proudly. Feeling satisfied, he dropped the cupcake and dusted the chocolate crumbs off his hands and fur. "Yokusei!" He shouted, and with a naruto-like smoke poof, he turned back to his human self. Maria ran and hugged him tightly, which Griff embraced and hugged back with a slight twirl.
"Griff you were amazing!!" Maria said with a proud tone, Griff slightly blushed pink at the small punk girl and her excitement. "Oh shucks, it was nothing.." He said with a shy tone.
"Well, and seems we concluded Griffin's training." Togekiss said as they took a sip of tea. "He jump twice as high as a two-story house, his punches and kicks can knock down brick walls and possibly more if we werent limited on objects to test it with, he can hear twice as much then a dog could with his ears, and his sense of smell is impecable. Truly Griff is a strong asset to our team."
"I can only train my powers at night.." Said Spooks, holding an umbrella to protect her from the sun, now that it injures her. "Muffin's power is only sweet making. Togekiss has exceptional I.Q and can see simulations in the future like Garnet in Steven Universe, along with their strong telekenisis, and Kip simply draws whatever she desires, whether alive or not and it becomes a reality... That means it's Rook's turn to show us what she can do" She finished.
"Wonderful! It's our time to shine!" "I-I-I not ready! Everyone's gonna laugh at us! I-I might piss myself in fear!" "Oh pull yourself together dear! Our friends wont laugh at us!" "How do we know that?! They're just waiting to correct us on a dumb mistake!!!"
Rook's body shook and twitched as her eyes turned to static, suddenly her entire eyes turned black with a blue iris, she turned Miserable.
"They're gonna laugh and point at our foolish selves, we're gonna be so embarrassed that we'll wish that the Earth will swallow us whole and just fucking kill us now!! Go ahead! Laugh at us and our misfortune!!!"
"ooh shit" Maria said. "can someone calm her down?"
Rook's eyes change to regular as her Miserable side went away. "No need my good Queen! We are completly fine! Now prepare to be dazzled as we show you all what we can do!" q
Rook pulled out a harry potter-like wooden wand, waved it around. "Bloom and Blossom and protect who I love! Rise my pretties, rise high and above!" Rooki shot an orange light at the grass, which made dozens of flowers bloom and grow around Spike and Blink.
"This is only one of my tricks! It's a shield that protects them from almost anything! My main weakness is fire, because while plants are beautiful, they are also sadly very, very flammable"
"Cool." Said Spike before using his bat to aggressivly hit the flowers and the vines aside so he and Blink could leave.
"M-M-My turn I guess!" Rook took hold of the wand and waved it in circles. "Razzle Dazzle Shine and Show, make their body move it low!" Rooko shot a blue light at Spooks, which made unwillingly and uncontrolably start dancing and as the spell said, make her go low.
"O-OH GOD SOMEONE MAKE IT STOP I DONT LIKE HOW MY BUTT IS MOVING THIS MUCH!!" She shouted in desperation as she made a split and moved it even lower.
"M-My deal is with music! I-It works as a way of distraction o-or hypnosis and it lasts for 30 minutes un-le-less I say otherwise! I-I know it's a sucky power!"
"OK COOL CAN I STOP DANCING PLEASE IM GETTING A CRAMP!!!" Yelled Spooks, practically begging. Rooko flicked her wand and Spooks fell on the ground, panting. "OH MY POOR HAMSTRINGS THEY ACHE!!" She yelled in utter pain, meanwhile Maria and Spike were absolutely losing it.
"O-OH GOD MY STOMACH HURTS-" Said Spike in between laughter.
"OK you guys cool it" Said Blink. "It's our turn to practice now. We're the only ones who use regular weapons." She said drawing her sword and positioning her mask back in place.
"O-OK! OK!" Maria said getting up, she pulled out a small staff and whipped it, making it stretch out wide into a full, large red and black scythe, with a rose print on the blade. Spike spun his bat and spat his gum out.
"So. Who's ass Im kicking first?" Said Spike. "Wait on second thought this might be unfair." Said Blink. "Me and Maria had blades while Spike has a bat, maybe we should-"
Before she could finish, Spike swung his bat and hit Blink sword, knocking it out of her hand before kicking her back at the ground. Blink fell back hard before she could even process what happen, dumbfounded but angry, she snarled. "Oh it's on now Motherfucker." She extended her hand and the sword flew back to her hand, as she charged towards Spike, who moved out of the way as soon as Blink swung her sword, which if he hadnt been for Maria's scythe, would have sliced her right up.
"Dude! Chill! This is a pratice!" Maria spoke as both of their blades were against eitch other. Blink hopped and flipped over her and landed on a tree branch, croutching like a ninja. She put her hands together and in a small puff of smoke and disappeared. Spike and Maria were back to back, ready to counterattack Blink, what they didnt expect was for her to attack from underground.
Buring up from the dirt, she got both of them off their feet and charged after Spike, who barely managed to regain his balance before his using bat his block Blink's sword. A back and forth of clash-clings-and-clangs between metal begun, one attacking the other but eitch blocking every attack again and again.
Spike ducked a sword slash and roundhouse kick Blink's leg, which was effective since she's practically a ninja. She backflipped back on her feet and kept attacking swiftly. But a sudden scythe blade cut in between them, stopping the fight.
"That's enough!!!" Maria shouted. "You both are gonna end up hurting yourselves or eitch other! im ending it now!!"
"Oh what the hell dude?!" Blink shouted indignified. "I was about to beat him!!" "Oh please." Answered Spike. "Was that the best you could do? Sakura could do a better job kicking my ass" He scoffed. They began to argue loudly, genuinely angry at eitch other.
"THAT"S ENOUGH!!!!" Maria shouted, making them, and everyone else look at her.
"It doesnt matter would win that fight! This was a practice and not a competition!! The point of us being a team and getting powers in the first place was for all of us to make the world a better place, but the only way that can happen is if all of us work together!! As a team!!!"
They stood in silence, listening to her talk and set them straight.
"As cheesy as that sounds, it's true!! We shouldnt fight eitch other like this, you're not just my friends, we're all friends with eitch other! We all go along well and we know that, that's why I got you all together, because no one can bond better in a team then all of us together!!!"
"... She's right." Togekiss added, walking towards them. "We all started as simple individuals with free time on a website, but we all shared common interests, we grew closer.. And suddenly like that, we all became friends.. A family, if you will."
"We take care of eitch other and look out for one another." Said Spooks.
"Just like how you all did for me.. When I almost died. Almost died because of the shit and violent world we live in." Maria said.. With a slight crack in her voice.
"You're bringing in the same violence that almost killed me.. So please.. Please stop fighting.. We're all in this together.. Right..?"
Spike and Blink dropped their weapons and hugged Maria, and everyone else joined in as well.
"You're right, we're sorry Queen." Said Spike. "We got overwhealmed and we didnt mean it. We wont fight again, because you're right." Added Blink.
"We only have eitch other in this world, and if we want to change it we have to stick together, just like you said." Spike said one more time.
"And we wont let you down.. We promise.." Griff finished, with everyone agreeing with what he said.
And so they stayed for a moment, embraced within eitch other in a group hug. A family isnt perfect, there will be disagreements, but a good bond will always overcome those disagreements, and that's what they had, a good bond.
A bond that's practically unbreakable and untaintable. A bond that will soon be ready, and fight together to make the world a better place.
A bond that will the world's Future Hope..
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“Feral”
Part 5
Read part 1 here
Read part 2 here
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::in which Bakugou and Kirishima are closer than ever, quite literally and figuratively. Bakugou messes up, plans are definitely NOT cancelled, and there is a maybe date happening::
P.S. IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO POST. It was a loooong week. I’ve gotten a promotion though, so that was cool! Anywho, I’ll try and be quicker with the updates since I have a lot of my one-shots already half finished:)
P.P.S. I wrote out the whole chapter and apparently it’s exceeded a word count or something so I had to split it into two chapters. I just have to give it a quick edit and I’ll have it up today, hopefully in the next couple hours.
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Aizawa kept Bakugou for one more night just for observation. He was allowed back to class Tuesday morning.
Kirishima waited outside of his dorm for Bakugou to finish getting ready. He played a game on his phone and leaned against the wall opposite of Bakugou’s door.
He’d only been waiting a few minutes before the door opened and a fully-uniformed Bakugou Katsuki stepped out. He looked well rested and much more like himself than Kirishima had seen him in days. He still had his usual grumpy look, but it put a smile on Kirishima’s face to see it. He’d missed Bakugou so much that having him back felt like a hole had been filled in his chest.
Kirishima didn’t think about what he did next until Bakugou pulled away. The redhead looked down at their hands, dawning on him that he’d just tried to hold Bakugou’s hand. The movement felt so natural, almost like an instinct.
“Oh!” he said, surprised by himself. “I’m sorry, man. That was weird of me. I didn’t even think about it—”
“It’s fine, Shitty Hair,” Bakugou interrupted him. “Here.”
Kirishima watched as Bakugou laced their arms together at their elbows. He had a weird scowl on his face, but he didn’t say anything about it and opted to tug Kirishima along to get him moving. Together, arm in arm, they descended the hall until they reached the elevator.
They didn’t say a word the whole ride down. Kirishima was too lost in his racing thoughts to come up with the right thing to say.
Was Bakugou touch starved? He wasn’t ever the type of guy to initiate any sort of touching. Though, he hadn’t been able to get near anyone in days. On average, at least a few times a day Kirishima would lean on him or put a hand on his shoulder or sometimes even throw him into a surprise hug the blond didn’t see coming. Bakugou had adapted to Kirishima’s fondness. This—having Bakugou as the initiator—was so foreign, Kirishima couldn’t wrap his head around it.
They didn’t let go of each other until they reached the kitchen. Kirishima tossed Bakugou ingredients and utensils as the explosive boy whipped up some egg drop ramen for the two of them.
He usually made more food to include the Bakusquad, but he never bothered with breakfast. The other three were never up early enough.
As it turned out, Kaminari was right: Kirishima had missed Bakugou’s cooking. He wasn’t sure where the blond learned to cook so well, but Kirishima would have given his pal a five star review on Yelp if he could have.
“What did I miss in class?” Bakugou asked after they’d sat down. He was twirling his chopsticks around in his bowl to pick up some noodles.
“Don’t know,” Kirishima answered through a mouthful. He swallowed before continuing. “I didn’t really go to class yesterday.”
Bakugou frowned. He glared at his ramen like he’d just witnessed it murder his cat. “Let’s ask Ponytail for her notes. I’m not asking shitty Deku. His notebook is a fucking mess.”
“Good idea,” Kirishima agreed. “Hey, did you wanna do some extra training after class? The gym is free today. We could work on our special moves like last time.”
Bakugou seemed to be thinking it over. After a moment of considering, he set his chopsticks down. “What if we went to the movies?”
Kirishima stared at him. He’d said it in such a soft voice, Kirishima knew he was being serious. “The movies? Over training? That doesn’t sound like you.”
He glared in return. “Do you want to or not, Shitty Hair?”
He laughed. “Yeah, totally! Was there a movie you had in mind?”
Bakugou picked his chopsticks back up and was using the utensils to play with his food. Kirishima couldn’t help thinking he looked shy. His cheeks were the slightest hint of pink. “There’s that action movie… I know you like those.”
Kirishima perked up at that. “Really? You’re talking about the one where those two guys have to duel for the dojo after their master is killed, right?”
“The only cheesy-as-hell action movie in the theaters right now, yes.”
“Dude, I’ve wanted to watch that forever! It didn’t do great in the box office, but I think it looks great! You really want to sit through that for me? That doesn’t seem like your kind of movie.”
He finally stood to take his bowl to the sink. “I just want to get out. I’ve spent the last four days staring at white walls.” He nodded his head to Kirishima’s empty bowl, who got the message and passed it over.
“I’m down for the movie, one-hundred percent! And, hey—maybe this weekend we can go hiking? That should help get you out of your own head.”
He hummed in response. “There was that new trail we could try.”
“Oh! Yeah, I remember that. We wanted to go last time, but it was getting too dark so we didn’t get the chance. How’s your schedule look? I’m free all weekend!”
He finished up washing their dishes and deposited them onto the drying rack. “Let’s go Saturday. My shitty aunt is in town this weekend, so I can avoid her at least then. I have some stupid family dinner my parents are making me go to on Sunday if… uh, if you wanna go.”
Kirishima cocked his head. “To your family dinner? You want me to go? Would I be intruding?”
Bakugou leaned against the counter and folded his arms. “No. If you’re there I might actually act ‘civil’ is how my old hag put it. You can sleep over too, if you want.”
Kirishima’s eyes sparkled. A sleepover? At Bakugou’s house?! He’d been over a few times, and he loved being able to spend the extra time with his hot-headed friend. But a sleepover? His heart nearly leapt out of his chest.
“Hell yeah! You usually head home Friday nights, right? What time should I be around Saturday to head on the hike?”
“Just come home with me Friday. Then we can leave early.”
Holy. Shit.
Two whole nights with Bakugou. He felt like his brain was about to short circuit.
His moms wouldn’t like him not visiting over the weekend, but they would understand. He talked pretty highly of Bakugou to his parents, so they would know how much this meant to him.
He pumped his fists together. “Alright! A guys’ weekend! This is gonna be great, man! We can watch movies and play video games, and I’m gonna get you to stay up past eight-thirty!”
Bakugou snorted. “Then I’ll make sure to wake you up by six in the morning.”
“No!” Kirishima gasped. “That’s just cruel, man.”
Bakugou smirked and grabbed his book bag, then headed for the door. Kirishima jumped up to follow.
Class was extra boring today, and Kirishima couldn’t pay attention to a word of his lessons. The day dragged on, probably because he had the movies with Bakugou to look forward to.
Finally, the bell rang for lunch. He and the squad moved out while Bakugou stayed back to collect the homework assignments he missed yesterday. He’d catch up with them after.
They were all seated at their usual table, Ashido chatting everyone’s ears off. Kirishima zoned out staring out the window at the lawn when the pink-haired girl brought him back down to earth.
“Kiri? Babe. Earth to Kirishima.”
He smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. My head is all over the place today.”
He hadn’t even realized Bakugou sat down beside him. The blond was giving him a weird look as he popped open his bento box.
“So!” Kaminari exclaimed, catching everyone’s attention. “I had this idea—”
“Oh shit,” Bakugou muttered loud enough for everyone to hear.
Kaminari glared at him while everyone else laughed. “Anyway. Wouldn’t it be such a good idea if we challenged Bakugou and Sato to a cook off? Our class chef versus our class baker. It'd be epic!”
“I love it!” Ashido announced.
Sero looked into the distance dreamily. “Think about all the leftover food.”
“I don’t bake,” Bakugou stated. “I don’t do sweets. And Sugar Freak is a shit cook. Wouldn’t be much of a challenge.”
“Well, we can have you both whip up something as a main dish and then a dessert to follow,” Ashido suggested. “We could vote whose meal was better.”
Bakugou didn’t look impressed. He stuffed a chunk of beef into his mouth and ignored the rest of the conversation.
“What if we did it tonight? Everyone’s free, right?”
Kirishima whipped his head up from his meal to face Kaminari. “Not tonight, man. We’ve got homework to catch up on, and Bakugou and I were going to catch a movie.”
Everyone’s eyebrows scrunched. They stared between the two boys like this was weird behavior of them.
“The movies?” Ashido asked, her expression shifting to something more mischievous. “Like, just the two of you? Alone?”
“You annoying shitsticks aren’t coming, so don’t even ask,” Bakugou said in his grumpy voice.
Kaminari raised a devilish eyebrow. “So… is this like… a date?”
Kirishima felt his ears grow hot. “No! No, it’s not like that! We’re just two bros going to the movies! Right, Katsuki?”
He looked over to the blond, who had a death grip on his chopsticks. His face read pure rage, but there was a blush crawling up his neck and cheeks. It seemed to worsen at the use of his given name. The chopsticks snapped in his grip.
“KATSUKI?!” Ashido practically screamed. “He lets you call him by his given name?”
The other two boys were dying at this point. They clutched their stomachs as they busted out laughing, tears sparkling in their eyes. Sero slapped a hand on the table. “Oh my god! I can’t breathe!”
Bakugou slammed his own fists against the table and stood. “FUCK YOU GUYS, WE’RE OUT OF HERE! COME ON, SHITTY HAIR! LET’S GO.”
Kirishima stood on wobbly legs, his meal forgotten as his mind reeled. He chased after Bakugou, a million questions racing through his brain he couldn’t seem to vocalize. Was this a date? If it wasn’t, wouldn’t Bakugou have corrected them? If it was, why’d he get so defensive?
Bakugou turned around and grabbed Kirishima by the elbow to speed him up. They must have been too loud, because half the cafeteria’s eyes were watching them as they left.
They made it back to the classroom, and Bakugou’s grip hadn't let up. He finally let go when he moved to his desk and sat down heavily. He crossed his arms and turned his face away from Kirishima.
“Uh,” Kirishima tried to form words, but he wasn’t sure what to say. “Should we talk about this?”
“No,” he answered quickly.
“Well, that seemed to really bother you back there. If you were thinking—”
“I don’t want to talk about it, Eijirou.”
Kirishima could see the angry blush on his face when he glanced back at the redhead. Kirishima settled into the desk beside his. “Alright. You still want to go though, don’t you?”
He huffed. “Yeah, we’re still fucking going.”
His lips spread into a smile. “Glad to hear it! I can’t wait.”
The two broke out their homework after that, attempting to get caught up before the rest of the class slowly trickled back in. To Kirishima’s surprise, it was Bakugou who was having trouble focusing.
Class started up again, and Kirishima had to migrate back to his own desk. A worksheet was passed out by Midnight, and they were told to fill out what they could. Kirishima was only a few questions in when he glanced Bakugou’s way out of habit.
Midoriya was leaning forward, whispering something to Bakugou, who looked his usual amount of annoyed. It was when the green-haired boy reached out to tap Bakugou’s shoulder that chaos ensued.
Kirishima shot from his desk and across the room before most students even noticed anything was wrong. Everything happened so fast, even Kirishima’s brain had to play catch up.
Bakugou had snapped. In an instant, he’d had Midoriya pinned to the floor, slashing at his face with the claws that weren’t there. Midoriya was obviously caught off guard, but he was still fast enough to hold his arms up to shield his face from Bakugou’s attacks.
Kirishima tackled Bakugou off of his rival, using his hardening to pin him down. Bakugou was uncharacteristically hissing like some wild animal. Sero and Tokoyami were out of their seats now too, ready to help if they could.
“Katsuki!” Kirishima yelled, trying to snap the blond back to reality. “Katsuki, stop! It’s me! It’s Eijirou!”
Midnight stood above the boys, her hand resting on her sleeve and ready to tear it to put Bakugou to sleep with her quirk. Kirishima quickly shook his head at her. “Don’t! That won’t help.”
Bakugou’s movements became sluggish and he was blinking hard, quicly coming back to his senses. Kirishima watched as realization dawned in his eyes. He looked between Kirishima on top of him to Midoriya on the ground a few feet away. “Shit,” he cursed.
“Kacchan, I’m sorry!” Midoriya apologized. “I didn’t know the quirk hadn’t worn off yet. I shouldn’t have touched you. Kacchan, I’m so sorry!”
“Don’t fucking apologize to me, damn nerd!” he shouted in return. He growled in frustration. “I thought this shit was over.”
“It’s alright, man,” Kirishima sighed, relieved to have Bakugou back. He slid off of the blond and sat on the floor, rubbing the back of his neck. “Midoriya, you okay?”
“I-I’m fine!”
“Ahem,” Midnight cleared her throat. She had her hands on her hips and an unimpressed look on her face. “Could someone tell me what’s going on?”
“After effects,” Todoroki was the one to explain to Kirishima’s surprise. “It seems the quirk hasn’t quite worn off.”
“I’m fine now,” Bakugou grumbled. “It’s gone.”
“I highly doubt—”
“It was a fluke!”
“Guys!” Kirishima raised his voice to get them to stop. Bakugou glared at him for his interruption. Kirishima ignored the look and turned back to the other student still on the floor. “Midoriya, why don’t you swap seats with me for today?”
Midoriya nodded, finally pulling himself off the ground. “Good idea.”
Bakugou caught Kirishima’s wrist before he could stand as well. “I don’t need a damn babysitter.”
“I’m not babysitting you,” the redhead fired back. “My quirk is best suited to stop you if it happens again, which I doubt it will. Just a precaution, man.”
Midnight was tapping her foot, arms folded as she stared the two down. “Are you boys sure this is such a good idea?”
“Yes,” they said in unison. They looked at each other, and Bakugou bowed his head to allow Kirishima to finish. “He’ll be fine. It won’t happen again, and I’ll be there to stop him before it could happen again.”
She clicked her tongue. “Alright. I’ll allow it. Don’t make me regret it. And there had better not be any more interruptions.”
Everyone migrated back to their seats and the light chatter died off. Kirishima and Midoriya collected their things and traded seats. Once he was seated, Kirishima noticed a folded up piece of paper on the corner of the desk.
He opened it as quietly as he could, but Midnight seemed pretty preoccupied by the romance novel her eyes were glued to. It was definitely Bakugou’s handwriting, all caps and angry penmanship.
THANK YOU EIJIRO. YOU’ RE A GOOD FRIEND
Kirishima smiled. Bakugou really had grown so much in his time since coming to UA. Kirishima was so proud to be the explosive boy’s friend.
It’s cool ! Don’t sweat it man . Still wanna see that movie tonight ??
He tossed the note over Bakugou’s shoulder, who jumped a little like he was surprised to see it return. Kirishima could hear his pencil scrawling out a reply.
He passed it back, his eyes on Midnight to avoid being caught passing notes.
STILL THINK IT’S A GOOD IDEA?
Totally !! I wanna spend time with you dude
He chewed on his lip. Maybe that was a little too forward. He ended up erasing that bit and starting over.
Yeh man I think it’d be good for you to get out . Being cooped up for days isn’t good for ya
Bakugou held onto the note for a few minutes, maybe contemplating what to say. Kirishima tried to focus on his assignment, but it proved impossible and he ended up circling random answers.
Bakugou twisted his arm behind his back and held the folded note between two fingers. Kirishima plucked it from his grasp and unfurled it again.
COME TO MY ROOM AFTER YOU’RE READY TO GO. WE’RE GONNA GET DINNER FIRST SHITTY HAIR.
Kirishima giggled, and a few heads turned his way. He was too excited to care about the prying eyes or the blush that rose to his cheeks.
He couldn’t help but think about how date-like this seemed. He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but… well.
He couldn’t help it.
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Grown & SeXY - Chapter 2
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Genre: Romance/Comedy
Pairing: Modern Ivar x Mature OC
Warning: Language/mild angst/Sexual content
Rating: M
Summary: A relationship between Generations X & Y will help this XX & XY learn a lot about themselves, each other, and love. Cougar/cub relationships aren’t always just about a midlife crisis and arm candy.
A/N: I got the concept for this story from a conversation I was having with @youbloodymadgenius. I hope I do it justice. This story is for you!
Chapter 2
Biiiiiitch! Where have you been? I’ve been IMing you but you been ducking me like I’m the IRS. Shit, I’m surprised we talking now - you mad at me or something? Did somebody tell you that they heard some shit about you from me? Because they were fucking lying. I wouldn’t do that. You know I don’t like all that gossip shit and I'm not one to put all people's business out on Front Street, like that.
So, girl, I need to holler at you about something right quick. What the hell is up with the non-disclosure agreement I sent you? Cause I damn sure didn’t get a signed copy back in my mailbox. Now, maybe I’m the slow bitch in the class, but it seems to me that there are a few more people in on our private meeting than just us, like we had previously discussed.
Now, I’m not saying that you said something, but I know I sure as hell didn’t. So, if I was over here keeping my sexy ass mouth shut (cause that how a bitch do) and you haven't said shit either, then who the fuck else is talking? You know, I bet it was probably those same bitches that were running around saying that they heard that I was talking shit about you. I tell you, people today ain't about shit. Well, fuck them.
Just so you know, I didn't call you to try to check you or anything. I called to try to catch you up on this grown and sexy shit cause bitch you are hella behind. Okay...I told you about how Marisol was at the club and met this fine ass little young boy at the bar, who turned out to be her high school BFF’s little brother, right? Did I tell you about how Marisol’s son and King Ding-A-Ling hate each other or how they met up at a party at his daddy’s house? Shit bitch, what do you know? I feel like I’m starting this shit all over at the beginning, again! Seriously hooker, keep up because before I can get into this shit, I have to set the scene.
So, you need all the dirt on Ivar’s family so moving forward you know what the fuck I’m talking about when I just start dropping shit on you like Pearl Harbor. Believe me, hon-ty when I tell you, these motherfuckers got some Telenovela, Grey’s Anatomy, Scandal type shit with them.
Alright now, let me start with his parents. You ever see a really attractive man and you figure, his daddy must have been cute when he was younger? Well, that’s Ivar’s daddy, Mr. Ragnar Lothbrok – or as I like to call him, Dick Daddy Yo.
Now, child, Dick Daddy is fine as a motherfucker. And, I’m not talking regular run-of-the-mill attractive for a man in his late 50s – early 60s, who was probably knocking down everything back in the day, type of fine, either. No Queen - I’m talking, this motherfucker could get it TODAY, immediately, right now, if he asked for it. Shit, bitch, quiet as kept, he wouldn’t even have to ask. All he would have to do is set those baby blue eyes in my direction, and I would hand him the drawers.
So, back in the day, when they still lived in Norway, Dick Daddy married this total dime piece named Lagertha. When I tell you she was a bad bitch, I mean she was a Bad Bitch! Shit, she still bad to this day thirty-some years later. She was built, blond and beautiful, plus that bitch could box. I don’t know what kind of thug shit they taught her over there in the old country where they came from, but this broad was like Ronda Rousey out there in those Kattegat streets.
Anyhoo, when Lagertha and Ragnar got married, she found out that Ragnar had that Super D and she knew she wasn't going to be able to keep all that good dick to herself because he liked to sling it all over town. So she told him to go do his dirt, but he better brings his fine ass home to her every night. Of course, he was all like, cool, he could have a dime piece at home and get cutty on the side…alright, bet!
Well, honey, next thing you know, he gets hooked up with this fatal attraction type, funny looking broad named, Aslaug. Girl, Aslaug gets dickmatized and follows Ragnar around like a puppy, and the next thing you know he had to figure out how to bring a whole ass side-chick home to his dime piece wife. He must of came back with some shit like, “Baby, you know that girl Aslaug can cook and she’ll do that thing that you don’t like to do…you know cause she a freak…so really, it’s a win-win for us both.”
So, I figure dude’s dick must have been dipped in platinum, because Lagertha was like, “Whatever, Dick Daddy,” cause the next thing you know all three of them are living together and these two bitches were sister-wives.
Chile! But, here’s where the shit gets juicy! Ooh, girl! The whole time Ragnar was out there in them streets, Lagertha’s sexy ass was knocking over his brother, Rollo, and word around the campfire is, one of them kids ain’t really Ragnar’s…biiiiiitttttttch! I can't make this shit up!
So anyway, by the time all those damn babies came all 50/11 of them moved here to that big blue house at the end of Greenwich, you know the one with the big ass fence front and the nice pool? The one that the young people always have all the parties at...yeah, that one well, that’s where they still live.
Now onto the kids. Honey, Ragnar has five maybe six kids that he’s claiming. I'm sure it's more out there, but I'm telling you about the ones I know about. First, you got the two he has with Lagertha; that’s Bjorn, and Gyda (that’s if don’t think Bjorn is Rollo’s son). But what the hell, I’ll take “Let’s Pretend That Bjorn Is Ragnar’s Kid” for $200, Alex…
So, Bjorn is the oldest of all of the kids. And what can I say about BJ? BJ is fucking…girl, he’s just fucking. He’s fucking any and everything. That man. Jesus jumped up. He’s about 6’3”, 250lbs, muscular, blond, these piercing blue eyes. This smile…strong jawline. He has these hands, right? These hands that you know could just grip you right up under your ass cheeks and hold you up against a wall, and these arms…gurl, make me want to faint like a white woman! Hmm.
BJ reminds me of Ragnar. Hell, all those kids remind me of him in some way, but Bjorn oozes sex like Ragnar. I don’t know what it is, but watch your uterus around him. If you stand too close to BJ, your pussy is liable to jump in his back pocket and you won’t even notice that it’s gone.
BJ has a shit-ton of kids though and has been married like 150 times. I don’t know what it is, but he finds these blonde women, fucks them, marries them, has 20 babies with, and then gets divorced. He’s a shitty husband, but I bet you he’s a fire ass lay.
Then there’s Gyda, we call her Da-Da. She’s just beautiful. Whew. She got those looks from both of her parents. It is honestly painful to look at her. She’s the charming side of Ragnar. The side that’ll have you naked and buying her ass a house and a car before the waiter finishes taking your order on the first date. It’s a good thing she’s a nice person because if she was an evil bitch, there’s no telling what she would be up to. She’s another tall one, with blonde hair and blue eyes. But, she’s built like her mother. This bitch looks like she needs to be holding a fundraiser where she’s wearing clear heels, in a strip club, called Twerking For Jesus or some shit.
Now, if those two gorgeous kids weren’t enough to make everyone else in the world jealous of how good the D and the seed were from Ragnar, he had to go and spread it around some more with that weird bitch, Aslaug. They have four boys; Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, and Ivar. I don’t know how those boys ended up being so fine because Aslaug’s ass is not what I would call attractive. But, they got Ragnar’s genes and miracles never cease to amaze me.
All, but one, of them can get it any day.
Let’s start with Ubbe. It’s a long story, I don’t remember the particulars, but he’s known around the way as, Weebae. I can’t remember if it’s because he was small when as a baby, or because he used to cry all the damn time. But, whatever the case, if you hear a motherfucker asking for Weebae, they talking about Ubbe. Anyway, Wee is Ragnar’s twin. That child looks like Ragnar just spit him out on the street, only I don’t know where in the fuck he got his personality, cause Ragnar ain’t that fucking nice and Aslaug is a fucking cunt.
Have you ever met somebody that’s so damn nice, that they seem like a bitch ass? Like they are just softer than a motherfucker? Somebody that constantly lets people run over the top of him all the damn time and you just want to be like, yo you’s a giant whore! Well, that’s Wee. If he wasn’t so damn sexy, I would be like you soft, brah…get your punk ass away from me. But seeing as how fine he is, I’m like…bring your sensitive ass over here and let me make it all better, with your sexy self. Cause, you know, Mama loves the sensitive ones.
Who’s next? Oh, yeah, the next one is Hvitserk. I know it’s a fucked up name, but no one calls him that. They call him Boobie. Why do you ask? Because Boobie loves titties. I swear that boy was trying to get everybody to breastfeed him since he was born. The bigger a woman's boobs, the more Boobie is into her. But he's such a freaking cutie pie! He doesn’t look like Ragnar to me, but he reminds me of him in that way where as long as he can fuck and eat, he doesn’t give a fuck about much else. He’s the type that never has the same job or girlfriend for too long. He just goes with the flow and stays around until he gets bored.
Now Boobie favors Ragnar but not as much as some of the other kids. He’s got this cute baby face, with this sandy blonde hair and these pretty green eyes, like Aslaug. When you see him, you just want to pinch his cheeks on his face and his ass. And because he seems like such a little lost puppy, you just want to take him home, and take care of him…maybe tie him up to your bed and ride his ass like he’s Budweiser Clysdale in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, too.
Then there’s Sigurd…oh, Siggy. I call him, Brother Useless. He got all of Aslaug’s genes. It must be hard to look like Sigurd when you are born into that family. To be below average looking when you have extraordinarily attractive siblings, how does one go one with life? By being a giant dick, that’s how. Siggy fucking sucks donkey balls. He irks my fucking life. Siggy and I have history, outside of this little tale, and believe me he’s a dick in those stories, too.
Anyway, he looks just like his mama with facial hair. It’s really quite unfortunate. He reminds me of one of those Muppets off of the Dark Crystal. When I first found out that he was one of Ragnar’s sons, my first response was, I know you fucking lying! They should have just thrown the whole damn child away. See, Ragnar, that’s what happens when you go slumming with a funny looking chick…you get a funny looking kid with a fucked up personality. God don't like ugly...
But He redeemed your good name with Lil' Man. Oh, my sweet Ivar. This boy looks nothing like either of his parents but is the total embodiment of his father. Ivar is sexy. No, let me rephrase that for the bitches in the back...I said, IVAR IS SEXY. Bitch, I don’t know if there is even a word to describe the level of attractiveness this little bastard has. I don’t know if it’s that life-altering smile, or the dark hair and pale blue eyes. Shit, it could be that intense stare he has or those arms…or it could be that chest or maybe it’s that ass that you just want to bite and those lips that make you just want to sit on his face. Whatever it is about him, that boy makes you tingle in the most unladylike of places.
Now, when Ivar was born, something was wrong with him and he needed an operation. He was fine afterward, but Aslaug’s dramatical ass was acting like he was on his damn death bed and treated him like he was Samuel L. Jackson in Unbreakable. So, naturally, he grew up spoiled as shit. So now, this child don’t know how to do shit. He thinks everybody supposed to hand him everything, just because he’s cute.
Honey, short of my number and panties, he gonna have to work for everything else like everybody else. But see, you can’t tell fine, muscular, spoiled ass, motherfuckers, with beautiful eyes, killer smiles, nice hair, and that smell good all the fucking time that they’re not special. Oh, no, because they will try to prove you wrong. At least he finished college and doesn’t have any kids. But if his ass would get a job…Sorry, I’m skipping ahead.
Okay, so you have the background on the family. Now check out how this shit went down...
Being in the Lothbrok house brought back a ton of memories for Soli. She had spent a good part of her adolescence there with her best friend, Gyda. The two of them had countless sleepovers, movie marathons, and of course their love of all the teenage heartthrobs of the 80s and 90s. Teen Bop, Tiger Beat, and 17 Magazines fed their obsessions for Kirk Cameron, Corey Haim, Mark-Paul Gosselaar, and Mario Lopez. I was always a Joey Lawerence girl myself, but that’s neither here nor there.
That was until that one time the two of them got into this huge fight over who was going to marry Justin Timberlake. But then Bjorn told them that he thought Ryan Philippe was the same person and the girls realized that they did look a lot alike. So, Soli took JT and Gyda took Ryan, and they all lived happily ever after.
As she accepted the glass of champagne from the tray, Soli looked around the hallway leading out to the patio. It was amazing how different the house looked now. Since the remodel nothing was where she had remembered. The living room used to be to the left of the hallway, and there had been a large formal dining room to the right. They also used to have a huge kitchen right behind the dining room and then the family room sat just behind there, with the entrance to the back yard. It was always a good-sized house, but the way it was cut up, with these weird doorways and walls in the most awkward of places, it always felt cramped, especially with so many people living there.
But this? The open concept floor plan, no walls to obstruct the view...spacious, huge windows, lots of sunlight...it was gorgeous! Lothbrok Designs, LLC did one hell of a job. Everything from the floor plan to the decor was beautiful. Maybe Soli could get them to hook her up discount and do some work around her house.
“Hey there! I thought I saw you,” Gyda smiled walking over to Marisol with her arms out. “Oh Sonni, you look so good! I still can’t get over how you haven’t aged a bit. And girl, that body!”
Soli spun around in a circle to give her friend the full view. Even she had to admit, the off the shoulder, floral printed, Boho, maxi-dress looked damn good on her. Especially the way the soft pink color played with the beautiful warm tones in her toffee-colored skin. And honey, she was rocking this split that came all the up the front of the dress to the bodice, that would have been showing all of the church's business if it wasn't for that little white chiffon underdress thing. Honey...forty where? She was a banger and she knew it. “Well, you know forty is new twenty. I didn’t get to do my twenties right because I had Mani, but now I'm single and I'm ready to mingle! And you, Diva…”
“Well, thanks. You know...I get it from my Mama." Gyda did a little shimmy and laughed. "Thank you so much for coming. It’s so good to have you back in town. I know my parents are excited to see you again.” She looked around the room and waved at a guest who was walking by, “Everyone was excited that you said you were coming.”
Everyone? Why did Gyda say it like that? Soli was excited to catch up with the family, too, but damn. Soli knew that little cutie Ivar was going to be there, but that was nothing. A little innocent eye flirting at the bar a couple of weeks ago didn't mean anything. She hadn't seen or thought of that boy since. And she wasn't thinking about him today...well, not that much, anyway.
“Da-Da,” A gorgeous older blond man came up to Gyda and placed a soft kiss on the side of her head, before turning his attention to Soli. “No, you can’t be…Marisol Peña? The young lady I saw as much as my daughter growing up?” Ragnar walked over to Soli and wrapped her in a warm hug.
Soli chuckled and shook her head when she felt his hands linger at her waist a second longer than they should have. “Oh, Mr. Lothbrok,” Soli she patted him lightly on the chest taking a half step back to take in that beautiful smile, “Oh, it’s been too long. You still look good.” She smiled, feeling his hands slowly move down her side to now rest on her hips.
“And you still are as beautiful as ever,” he said leaning in toward her to talk to her. He had always had this strange way articulating certain words and sometimes he would get uncomfortably close when he would talk to people. Gyda used to get embarrassed because her father would get all up on her friends when he spoke to them, but Marisol always thought it was kind of sexy the way he would breathe on her when he talked.
She felt herself being hypnotized momentarily by all that sexy, but she quickly regained her senses. “Mr. Lothbrok,” she tutted keeping a careful eye on him as he slowly walked around her in a circle with a sly grin on his face, “I see you're still as smooth as ever.”
It was fluid the way Ragnar brushed his face next to Soli’s ear to whisper in his sexy accent, making the tendrils of hair tickle her neck, “Ragnar.”
"Ragnar," she giggled. He was still a DILF, even after all these years.
“Ragnar?” A feminine voice called causing everyone to turn toward a tall strawberry-blonde in flowing green empire dress standing at the patio door, “Come, lunch is ready and we will have cake.” For as tall and thin as she was the dress did nothing for her. A hottie like Lagertha could have pulled it off, but not her. Although, the navy blue and dark green embroidery did accentuate the red in her hair and her green eyes.
Soli’s eyes widened as she turned to Gyda, devastated. “Is that Aslaug?” she whispered. As they all began walking through the house toward the backyard she found herself laughing at the expression on Gyda's face. “Bitch, shut up.” Oh, they had so much to catch up on.
Judging by how good Aslaug looked, she had had some work done. She was still funny looking, but she looked a whole hell of a lot better than she did when Soli knew her.
Time seemed to fly by for Soli as she sat in backyard eating, laughing, and drinking with her childhood friend. She had forgotten how much she missed Gyda. But being with her and the family, it felt like they never missed a beat. She even sat at the table reserved for Ragnar's kids and had no problem catching up with each one of them. Oh, the gossip she found out about sitting there.
For example, Weebae was married to BJ's ex-wife, Torvi, who left BJ with four children and is now having a baby with Bae. And you know the crazy thing is all of them are still talking like nothing ever happened? Or how about this, apparently something happened between Siggy and Ivar - no one is talking about what it is yet, but the two of them don't talk. They can be sitting at the same table and won't utter two words to each other. And did you know that none of the brothers knew why Soli and Gyda fell out all those years ago? I know, but that ain’t my place to say, so done tucked that one way down deep in my bra, honey. All I know is I could write a whole other story about this damn family’s shenanigans alone!
“Man, I wish I could remember that!” Siggy laughed throwing his napkin on his plate. “I would have loved to see the look on Bae’s face!” He gently nudged his brother’s arm as he continued to make fun of him.
Ubbe shook his head and lowered his eyes as the stain of blush colored his cheeks, “I can’t believe that was you,” he said to Soli, “I remember running through the house naked, but I never remembered why.”
Soli smiled around her glass of wine, trying her best to ignore the incredibly attractive younger man sitting next to her. "I remember why. I remember that little birthmark on your ass, too."
Gyda laughed putting the last of her spoonful of cake in her mouth. “Oooh, Beege, do you remember that time we were playing Van Damme and you ended up in the emergency room?”
Bjorn rolled his eyes and tried to cover his brow with his hand, “Of course I remember! How could I forget?” He started rubbing his inner thigh at the memory. He looked around the table at all of his brothers’ faces who were rapted with excitement, smiles already plastered on their faces, dying to hear the story. “So, I might have been about 13, Da-Da and Soli might have been around 11 or so. Anyway, we used to always watch Daddy's Jean-Claude Van Damme movies. I was obsessed - he was a total bad-ass to me. We had no business watching them because they were rated R and too violent for us to be watching, but we didn't care. And after the movies, we always would play Van Damme and act out our own scenes but do all the karate moves we just saw.”
“But, he always thought he automatically got to be Van Damme because he was a boy, and he always tried to make me the stupid female sidekick. I wanted to be the badass female Van Damme, ya know?" Soli said rolling her eyes.
“Wait, where was Da-Da?” Ubbe asked.
“I always wanted to be the bad guy,” Gyda shrugged, “What? It was fun.”
"Yeah, we used to whip her ass, "Soli laughed, “So, this one day BJ and I got in this big argument about who should get to be Van Damme in our reenactment. Of course, he thought he should be because he’s a boy, and I said that I should be because I could do the split. You remember the splits he used to do, right?” She looked around the table and watched everyone nod.
That is, all except one, “No…he’s the guy with that show on HULU now, right?” Ivar asked, turning in his chair so that his outstretch leg brushed Soli’s shin under the table. “He used to do action movies?”
Rolling her eyes at the absurdity of the question, Soli reached into her small clutch bag and pulled out her phone. “I keep forgetting you’re a child. Of course, you don’t know anything about Jean-Claude Van Damme. When were you born, like 6 months ago?” She quickly found a picture of the Van Damme split online and handed her phone to Ivar.
“So, in the movie Double Impact, he did the split when he had his legs on these chairs and his pelvis was suspended between them…I knew I could do it. I had been taking gymnastics since I was six. But BJ, thought because he was a boy he was naturally superior.”
“Oh God, Beege…what happened?” Hvitserk asked popping open another beer.
“The chairs moved, man.” Bjorn said sadly, “Daddy had to take me to the hospital. My nuts twisted; sprained my dick.” He tried to hold back his laugh but listening to how funny his brothers found his childhood misfortune made Bjorn laugh, too. “Never played Van Damme again.”
“And you never bet against me again, that’s for sure.” Soli felt Ivar’s hand brush against the side of hers and when she turned to face him he was handing back her phone. She noticed that when he leaned over toward her that the first two buttons of his classic white button-down shirt were undone, exposing his thick neck, and collarbone to her. Would it be rude if she tried to get a peek down his shirt? She didn't think so. What was rude was him smelling like a clean ocean breeze or wearing that damn white shirt against his tanned skin.
Ivar put the phone in her open palm and closed his hand around hers. The hint of a smile started with one corner of his mouth and as his tongue darted out of his mouth and started worrying the bottom corner of the lip.
“So, um…you can do that split, huh?” There it was. That come sit on my face smile. She had to watch out for this little bastard.
“Yep and I can do it on a handstand,” she whispered back, and winked at him, pursing her lips to keep herself from smiling. God, this kid was so damn cute, but she shouldn't be flirting with him, even if it was who she was by nature. He was too young. It was too wrong. He was too sexy. She hadn’t had sex in a very long time. This was tricky. She knew the family. He had muscles. “Close your mouth there, Baby Ivey.” She patted his shoulder feeling the striations under her fingertips. That was another thing, she had to stop touching him!
“Hey Mom,” Soli’s son, Mani walked over to the table she was sitting at wearing a nice pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. She had made him promise to drop by for a minute, just to say hi to some of her childhood friends before he went to a party of his own. The things he did for that woman.
“There’s my Baby Boy!” Soli said, standing up. “Mani, I want you to meet my second family when I was growing up. This was my best friend, Gyda, and her brothers Bjorn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, and Ivar.” She gestured her hand to each person as she said their names. “Everyone, this is my son, Miguel.”
Ivar smiled and stood up, offering his hand to shake, “I remember you from school. Cartoon Boy, right?”
Mani’s posture stiffened and his warm brown eyes hardened almost instantly, “I don’t remember Jock Strap.” Mani had hated Ivar since they were in high school. Even as a teenager he thought Ivar Raganarsson was a dick. He was an entitled asshole who thought the world owed him something. He had walked around that school like he was the shit and because Mani was younger, smaller and didn’t play sports, Ivar just fucking sucked toward him. He never bullied him, but he always acted like Mani was beneath him.
Well, fuck Ivar and his big ass beaver teeth smile…got on his fucking nerves. Mani turned his attention to the rest of the table. “It was nice to meet all of you, but I have another engagement. I just stopped by to drop something off to my mom.”
“Excuse me,” Soli said getting up from the table. She was ready to punch Mani in the throat. She had specifically told him that when he came to the house not to say anything insulting to Ivar. And if she had to listen to one more minute of how much Mani hated Ivar she was going to scream. Since she told him about that first time seeing him at the bar all she had heard was how much of an asshole Ivar had been in high school and how he stole the lead in the school play Mani’s sophomore year. Did she care? Not at all. Mani was 22 years old now and he was still holding a grudge about something that happened when he was 15.
She walked back into the house with her son following him to the front door. The fake she was forcing was hurting her face. “What the fuck was that, Mani?”
“You see him with that Fuck Boy Ricky hairstyle? I swear Mom, he’s a total Dickbag.” Mani rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, “And you're friends with his people? That's a whole new level of douchery, even for you, Mom.”
“Oh my, God…I’m not. Not right now.” She got on her tiptoes to kiss her son on the cheek. “Have fun tonight. I love you.”
“I’m telling you, watch that fucktard.”
"Get out," Soli pushed her son out of the door and sighed. This was reason number 4,037 why she never dated. Mani hated and had something to say about everyone. Not saying that she wanted to date Ivar or anything, but just saying that Mani had a problem with every male that she was even friendly with. It was hopeless. Her ex-husband was going to be the last man she’d ever have sex with. Oh, the humanity of it all...
Soli walked back to the family table with a fresh glass of wine and sat back with a smile as she watched the siblings pose for their family photos. The pictures were going to be gorgeous - they were a beautiful family. There were so many photos being taken, too. There were poses of Ragnar, both his wives, all of his children, and grandchildren. Even the photos of the divisions of the families were beautiful. But the most captivating thing to Soli was that Ivar was the photographer.
He was so patient and genuinely seemed to be having a good time doing it. He was a natural. He laughed as he directed his family and smiled a huge, smile with every picture he took. He was engaging and extremely creative. Looking at him, she would have never have guessed he had an artistic side to him. When Soli realized that she had a full-blown smile on her face watching Ivar and not the family she shook her head and grabbed her phone for a distraction.
Taking a sip of wine, she checked her text messages and almost choked. There as only one missed message and it was from a number that she didn't recognize. He must have called himself on her phone to get her number.
She couldn't stop the big ass smile from spreading across her face as she read:
‘Splits and handstands? I💓 gymnastics! ~ Baby Ivey’
So, girl, that’s what happened with that. Don’t worry, we are about to get into the good shit, I promise. I'm telling this story honey and bitch I'm building suspense.
I'll talk to you later girl. And next time, I ping you, answer your girl. Don’t be screening me like I’m that dude at the club that you trying to get rid of.
Chapter 1
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Like Father Like Daughter - Part 5
dewey finn x stark!daughter reader
Hello all! So here we have part 5 of this lil dewey finn x stark!daughter series! i like this chapter better than the last one and it’s kinda sweet so yeah! this chapter is a continuation from the last and finally we get some happiness yeaayy! let me know if it was ok!
words: 2600
warnings: angst, drinking, swearing, lil bit of fluff
The kiss was intense. The kind that leaves you bewildered, forgetting where you are… the only thing you can concentrate on is the rhythmic movement of two. Your hands were in his hair, and his around your waist. What was going on? He tasted like tequila. It tasted good. Familiar almost. But you could tell he was drunk.
You had pulled away from him, lips lingering, ghosting over one another. “I can’t believe I found you” you fluttered. Dewey was less than coherent. He’d had way too much to drink and you tell by the way his eyes were glassy, and lazy. His movements were stumbled, and uncoordinated.
Suddenly Dewey’s hands slowly dropped away from holding you and he stepped back slightly, his eyebrows furrowed, looking at you coldly. “y-you used me” he slurred, the hurt creeping out in his voice, and visible in his expression. Guilt crept up in you, filling your whole being. “Dewey I’m sorry” you pleaded, but he shook his head, his eyes glistening with threatening tears as he realised who you were. The girl who crushed him. The girl he couldn’t get his mind off of. The girl who broke him. “y-you have no idea w-what you’ve done t-to me” he was crumbling.
You grabbed his hand “Dewey listen I really am sorry- I’ve changed!”. Dewey pulled his hand from yours. “you were like, th-the girl of my dreams. So smr-art, pretty, and this co-ol rock chick- but yo-you used me”. Ouch. That hurt. You could feel embarrassment and shame in the pit of your stomach, your insecurities creeping back up and spinning in your head. Tears threatened to spill. You didn’t need this right now. You were getting better. Trying. But that person was you at one point, you had done that so many times to different boys, but not Dewey. He was different. The only one who was different, and you ruined it. You looked into his eyes, and for a split second he looked back but shifted them to the side, crushed. He was too drunk to understand your apology, and he was too hurt. You know what they say, a drunk mouth speaks a sober mind. He couldn’t even pretend to be ok.
Maybe you should just get him back to his friends and you could phone your dad to pick you up. A tear escaped your eye, and you wiped it away as soon as it spilled “where are your friends Dewey?”. He shrugged, too drunk to know or care. “mm going to get an-nother drink” he stumbled to the bar. You followed him, not wanting him to get left alone. Dewey sniffled. Ordering another three tequila shots. You had no idea who his friends even were, or what they looked like. You lay your elbows on the bar and put your head in your hands, not knowing what to do.
Dewey slammed back another three tequila shots. He was about to order another three when suddenly the lights came on and everyone was being ushered out. Where the hell were your friends never mind Dewey’s? was it really half 3 already? Dewey was stumbling behind you as you were pretty much pushed out the door. Fuck what were you going to do? Once you were outside, Dewey had leaned against the wall, sliding down it to sit on the ground. He put his head in his hands “imma be sii-ick”. Fuck. “no Dewey your fine.. your fine!” you knelt next to him and rubbed his back. “where do you stay Dewey? Where’s your apartment?” you tried to encourage him, but he simply moaned in reply. he was way too fucked to be left himself. What if he got lost? What if he choked on his vomit in his sleep? You couldn’t leave him. “w-why am I so stupid” Dewey cursed himself, his hands running through his hair, head between his legs, trying not to vomit. You felt terrible, having no idea the effects that night had on him. Tears pouring down your face you took out your phone and started to phone your dad. Dewey would just have to come and stay at Stark tower. You couldn’t leave him here in the cold.
Pacing the pavement where Dewey was sat, you kept looking down the street, waiting to see that black merc pull up. It only took Tony roughly 6 minutes to get here in that thing. C’mon, C’mon… Finally! The sweet purring of the merc’s engine came roaring up the street and rolled up next to you on the pavement. You had yet to tell your dad about Dewey.
“right hon, get in, how was your night?” Tony rolled down his window, looking at you, your arms folded, trying to stay warm. “uhhmmm” you replied, moving to the side so Tony could see Dewey sitting on the ground, head in his hands. Tony squinted his eyes, before realising what was going on “oh you’ve got to be kidding me, nuh-uh, y/n- no!”.
You rolled your eyes, “dad listen to me, he’s fucked up, I don’t know where his friends are, or where he lives? And I can’t just leave him here!”. Tony sighed “I thought we were over picking up strays? get in”. He revved the engine.
You huffed, “dad, how would you feel if someone left me on the pavement like that?”. Tony looked at you, then at Dewey. “fine, get him in the car, but he’s sleeping in the guest room”. you grinned and kissed your dad on the cheek, “see, Tony Stark does have a heart”.
* * * * *
Dewey had no idea where he was. This was probably the most drunk he had ever been. He just wanted to sleep, and forget the world. “w-where am I” he slurred as you and Tony took him into Stark Tower, you had one of his arms over your shoulders and Tony had the other. You were now completely sober. Dewey was not.
“it’s fine dude you’re doing great” you assured him. you had attempted to push your feelings to the back of your mind. You didn’t need your dad to see you upset again. “yikes if anyone heard this they’d think we trying to kidnap and murder the guy ‘you’re doing great’?” Tony joked. You forced a small laugh. You still felt guilty. Poor Dewey.
As you approached the lounge, Dewey realised where he was. “oh my god, this is the cool place with all the g-guitars!” he pointed to the guitars in awe. You laughed lightly. Dewey suddenly looked up at Tony. “and h-hey! Its i-ironm-man!”. Tony rolled his eyes. “hey hey, if ironm-man and the silver surr-fing dude teamed up guess w-what they’d be?” Tony sighed. “they’d be alloys” Dewey killed himself laughing. Tony let his arm go “yep never heard that one”. Tony looked at you “where’d you find these guys?”. You smirked at him.
“right, I’ll make you both a coffee and I’ll bring him some water aswell”. You nodded, still holding Dewey. “ugh dad about him sleeping in the guest ro-“ tony cut you off. “yeah no you can put him in your room, but you have to keep an eye on him y/n. We don’t need a corpse on our hand. Just make sure he lies on his side.”
“she’s got eyes, of the bluest skies and if they thought of rain…” Dewey began to sing to himself as he put his head on your shoulder, his eyes closing with tiredness. You smiled at him sadly. “I better get him laid down and to sleep” you looked at your dad sighing. “at least he’s got a good music taste” Tony joked. You scoffed “you’re not wrong there”. “I never am sweetie” Tony winked.
You were about to take Dewey to your room before you turned to your dad “hey dad, do you think you could grab a bottle of mum’s secret hang over cure for our new buddy?”. Tony pretended to act shocked “you’re willing to give up some of our secret stash for a stranger?” you giggled. “This guy’s no stranger dad. He’s different. Trust me. You would love him. Mum would have as well.” You looked down.
Tony felt his eyes water, but he had to keep his cool in front of his daughter. He hadn’t heard you talk about someone like that ever. It warmed him because maybe this meant you were finally getting better. “sure thing kiddo, I’ll leave it on the bed side table. I’ll maybe even be so kind as to leave you a bottle there aswell.” he smiled. “thanks dad”. Dewey was just about sleeping on your shoulder, still mumbling the words to Sweet Child of Mine.
When you eventually got Dewey to your room he lay on the bed and began to fall asleep. You had managed to get his shoes off and his trousers as you decided that was best. Your dad came in and left the goods on the coffee table, handing you your mug. Dewey was passed out on the bed. “enjoy babysitting” your dad joked as he left the room.
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For the most part it was fine. Until around 5:30 when Dewey suddenly jerked his head up “im going to be sick”. You had been scrolling through your phone but jumped into action when he startled you. “here follow me” you got up off the bed, but Dewey fell as he tried to get up “ow”. You rushed over to him and pulled him up “where the fuck am i-“ Dewey almost threw up. You rushed him to the bathroom where he fell to his knees and vomited in the toilet. You rubbed his back “it’s ok, you’ll be ok”.
Dewey sat up and leaned against the bath. He looked up at who he was with and his heart sunk. What the fuck was he doing here? “wait.. wait I don’t understand, how did I get here?” he began to panic. “hey listen it’s fine, I bumped into you in the bar tonight and you were too wrecked to be left yourself”. Dewey started talking to himself “what’ve I done? Why did I do this? what does wrecked mean?” you looked at him and furrowed your eyebrows, confused.
“listen Dewey, I don’t know if this is the best time to tell you this but I wanted to apol-“ he cut you off “wait did we have sex?” he was still panicking. Had he made the same mistake again? “ugh, no I wouldn’t do that to you, I don’t want to hurt you-“ “hurt me?” he cut you off again. “it’s a bit late for that.” All you could feel was the shame and guilt in the pit of your stomach.
Dewey felt embarrassed, but he had to let out how he was feeling. Although, all he could think about was how beautiful you looked in your over sized t shirt and bed head.
“you really hurt me y/n”. you looked down and fiddled with the hem of your t-shirt. “I know Dewey, I know. And I really can’t apologise enough for it. I really was a dick. I had so many issues that I hadn’t dealt with and it really turned me into a mean person. But I really didn’t mean for you to get hurt…” you looked up at him with tears in your eyes. “I really didn’t. you were this new hope when I met you that night. Like no one I’d ever come across before. This beacon of light. And.. and I ruined it and for that I’m so, so, sorry Dewey.” Your eyes darted back down “and I totally understand if you wanna get up and leave and never see me again-“ suddenly Dewey grabbed your hand. Your breath hitched in the midst of your tears and you looked up at him.
“never see you again? y/n you’re the only thing I’ve been able to think about for the past four months. sure you hurt me, and it’s taken its toll on me.. but you had a beautiful soul. I just kept thinking that maybe I had brought out another part of you.. maybe there was someone under that charade.. because she would be a beautiful person.” He looked into your eyes, sympathetically. Dewey knew that there was more than what he had scratched on the surface. He didn’t tell you that, but he knew it. And he knew that when it was stripped away, someone truly amazing was there and waiting.
“I really am trying to fix myself, I promise. I’m not how I used to be. I’ve stopped going out as much, I take better care of myself.. I thought I was fixed until I bumped into you tonight and I realised that there was something missing.” Dewey smiled at you sweetly and wiped the tear from your face. He wasn’t sure if he was still drunk and was half dreaming this, or if he would feel different in the morning.. but right now he didn’t care. The thing he had been thinking about for four months was sat in front of him.
“you know, my mum used to have this saying ‘wits fur ye’ll no go by ye’ and it means, things that are meant to be, won’t pass by you.. and it’s how I feel when I’m with you Dewey…”. You looked him in the eyes and he looked back, adoringly. Dewey went to kiss you, was he still drunk? Or was this is heart talking, stuffing his mind with a sock in its mouth. But you pulled away “no.. I don’t want you to think I’m the same person I was.. I want to do this properly.” you exclaimed. Dewey looked up at you and raised his eyebrows, smiling. It was probably the only time he would ever be happy being rejected from a kiss.
You stand up, and pull him up with you. “c’mon, lets head to bed.. we can talk more in the morning when I’m sure you aren’t still drunk” you laugh lightly. Dewey smiles and follows you to the bed. In the beginning, you both lay on separate sides of the bed, but insecurities begin to creep in. “thank you for bringing me in.. and I’m sorry you had to deal with me..” Dewey admitted as he fiddled with the bed sheets. You turned to face him, “don’t be sorry, I’m just glad I found you and you didn’t end up on your own”.
The atmosphere was comfortable. It felt as if you had known one another for a long time. “I just.. I just feel like sometimes I’m not good enough…” Dewey opened up. Your heart broke. You knew exactly how this felt and it was a nasty, cold thought that haunted the majority of your life. You opened your arms out and welcomed Dewey into your embrace “come rest your bones next to me”. He looked over at you, and slowly moved over to you. You put your arms around his neck and he around your waist. You squeezed him tight. “everything will be ok.. if you wanna talk, I’m here. It’s what the wee hours are for”. Dewey furrowed his eyebrows “where the hell do you get your phrases? Wee hours? Come rest your bones next to me? What was the one earlier?... Wits fur ye…” you chuckled, “wits fur ye’ll no go by ye?” you finished. Dewey laughed “yeah those ones”.
You sighed heavily “they actually come from my mum.. she was Scottish…”.
(Fun Fact, I am actually Scottish!!)
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i want to hold your hand ; chapter iii ; george x reader
request: Being the boys PR manger and George falling for you but you’re clueless. John points it out to the reader but she brushes it off.
a/n: omfg this is going to be so late, im sorry my dudes
pairing: george x reader
summary: you’re the pr manager of the boys and your falling for George, it’s against the rules but oh well. little do you know he feels the same way :)
warnings: ur dumb, boom roasted (#thesavagenesscontinues) but fr so much eye-rolling, slight angst ig
year: ‘65?
word count: 2,027
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“Okay lads, we are going to be here until lunch and please behave,” Brian said as you all got out of the car. George went into the building first with his hands tucked in his trouser’s pockets. You rolled your eyes at him and his immaturity and followed Paul into the venue. Ringo, John and Paul noticed the change in your mood and they pitted George, he was being so dumb.
You led the guys to their changing room and found George already there. He looked away when you entered and sat down on one of the chairs that were in front of the mirrors and began brushing his hair. Why did he even do that? He’ll mess it up when he goes on stage...
“John, Paul. Come ‘ere I need to talk to you.” Ringo said. The two boys turned back and followed Ringo into another room leaving you, George and Brian in the changing room. You closed the door behind you and went to sit on a couch far away from George, well as far as you could go in this room. Brian eyed both of you and rolled his eyes, why couldn’t you just get together already?
“George and yn, I’m going to talk to the manager, don’t leave,” Brian said while pointing a stern finger at both of you. You nodded and looked down at your suitcase, you took out a couple of papers of boring information and began reading through them.
Once Brian left you looked up at George who was hunched over his guitar. He began tuning it and you had to tear your eyes away from him. The rest of The Beatles returned a little while later, they were whispering amongst each other. When Ringo came in George rolled his eyes so hard you were surprised they didn’t fall off.
“yn?” asked Paul, you looked up from your papers and smiled.
“Yeah?”
“Is it okay if you give us a moment alone?” you scrunched up your eyebrows but nodded anyway.
“Sure.” you gathered your things into a neat pile and left the room. Paul had said it wouldn’t take long so you didn’t leave the hallway. You leaned against the wall next to the door and waited. And you couldn't help but overhear what they were saying.
“What the fuck George?” Paul said as soon as the door closed.
“What?” asked George, you heard him put his guitar down and stand up.
“Why are you acting like that?” John, and all of them, already knew the answer but he asked anyway, he wanted George to say it out loud and realise how dumb he sounded.
“Acting like what?”
“All jealous and petty,” Paul explained.
“Ignoring yn and me,” Ringo spoke up.
“I am not,” George scoffed with a rather cold tone.
“You’re jealous aren’t ya?” John asked, a cheeky smirk creeping up onto his face.
“I am not!” he repeated way too quickly. “Why would I be?”
“Because you liked yn and because of what happened this morning with her and me,” Ringo explained.
“I do not!” he lied as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Yes you do, we all know so don’t even bother lying. And I don’t like her that way and she definitely likes you. We all know that.” Ringo said making you blush, why did Ringo say that. If you were inside you would have told him hush, not to tell him your secret.
“Wait what, she does?” George’s tone changed to a hopeful one making you hopeful as well. Does he actually like you?
“Of course she does you, idiot,” John said, obviously rolling his eyes.
“Now go out there and tell her how you feel!”
“You better not be messing with me,” he warned.
“We aren’t Geo, I promise,” Paul said. You heard some shuffling come from inside the room and louder footsteps making their way to you. Suddenly, the door opened. You stood up straight in a rush and started taking interest in your nails. “George wants to talk to you.” you had expected George to come out, just like you had heard not that long ago but they must have changed plans.
“Oh okay,” you said pretending to be clueless of what was going on. Ringo, John and Paul left the room, all flashing a smile at you, a smile that said ‘I-know-what’s-going-on’. You still smiled back and went into the changing room. George was pacing around the room obviously distressed. You cleared your throat to make your presence know and he stopped to look at you.
“Hi.” you quietly said with a weak smile.
“Hi,” he answered quickly. You looked down at your feet and slowly shuffled closer to him.
“Is it true? What they say about you?” you asked as you looked back up to him.
“Yeah,” George admitted, his cheeks turning red. “What about you...? Is it true?” you nodded and he smiled. “Okay, great. She likes me as well, what the fuck do I do now?” he thought to himself. “Kiss her you fool!” said his other inner voice. “Can I...?” you nodded once more, he didn’t have to ask what he wanted to do, you rushed over to him as quickly as you could and closed the space between you.
Life seemed to go in slow motion, just like in those sappy romantic movies you could watch on the telly, his hands wrapped around your body at the same time his soft lips pressed against yours. They fitted perfectly against your lips as though you two were made for each other. You gently moaned into the kiss when he swiped his tongue over your bottom lip. The moan granted him access to slip his tongue inside your mouth. His hand was around your waist, pulling you close against him, as close as he could. Your hand went to his soft hair, tugging slightly so his mouth could be even closer to yours. When you couldn’t breathe anymore you pulled away and smiled up at him.
He pressed his forehead against yours and laughed. “I love you yn,” he admitted, his voice low making the moment even more intimate.
“Really? I would have never guessed.” you joked sarcastically. “I love you too George,” you added once the laughter died down. You reached over to plant a quick kiss on his lips.
“FINALLY!” yelled John when he pushed the door open. You jumped away from George and put your hand over your quickly beating heart.
“Oh shut it.” you and George both said together.
“Look, they even talk like a couple.” he teased making a face at you.
“John, come on, leave the lovebirds alone,” Paul said as he also entered the room.
“Paul! Not you too.” you frowned, he shrugged his shoulder and chuckled before sitting down next to John on the couch. Just as Ringo shuffled inside George protectively put his arm around you making Paul and John snicker and you roll your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time today.
“Oh my God.” you covered your face with your hands in frustration and sighed. “George, come here.” you dragged him past Ringo, offering the drummer an apologetic smile, and out the door. You made your way down the corridor, with George holding on to your hand, trying to look for a private room you could talk to George in.
“What is it?” he asked after you shoved him into a broom closet.
“Don’t be mean to Ringo.” you immediately said.
“I wasn’t!” George protested, you eyed him with a sassy ‘come-on-we-all-know-what-you-did’ look.
“Really, why did you put your hand around my shoulder just as he came into the room?”
“Because I love you?” you gave him the same sassy look and he sighed. “Okay fine, sorry.”
“Now, go apologize to him.” he dramatically hung his head and walked out the room as you giggled at his actions. You followed him into the changing room were Ringo, Paul and John were and watched as George went over to Ringo who had joined the other two guys on the couch.
“Sorry, Ringo,” George mumbled.
“It’s alright.” the drummer said with a big goofy smile, he knew his friend only did what he did because he was jealous and, to be honest, he didn’t blame him.
“See? All better,” you said, George playfully stuck his tongue out to you and went to sit on his old seat in front of the mirrors. He spun around the chair like a little kid would just as Brian entered the room.
“Hi Brian.” he quickly smiled at you before talking to the boys. Wait, Brian? Oh my God, Brian! Can he know about George and I? Wait, will we get in trouble? A million worrying thoughts rushed through your mind and your worries started to show on your face making you frown. One of the times that George looked over to you, probably to mess around, he saw you chew your nail nervously and look at the floor obviously deep in thought.
Brian said something to you, that you didn’t hear, before walking out of the room. Apparently, the guys were going on stage in around half an hour so they had to get ready for tonight’s show. A couple of hairdressers came inside to do their hair, which, once again, was pretty much useless since they will change it as soon as the girls leave plus when they got on stage they will shake their heads way too much, thus ruining their work. Apart from that, what was there to style?
“Is everything okay?” asked George as soon as it was just you five again. You looked up from the ground and tried to release the tension in your expressions.
“What? Yeah, of course.” you lied and gently laughed to try to sell you lie, but George wasn’t having it, he saw right through you, which wasn’t hard considering what you had been doing.
“Are you sure? You don’t look fine, love.” he led you to the couch and gently sat you down on while the rest of the guys messed around in the background.
“Well... it’s just that I’m a bit worried, y’know?” you confessed
“No, I don’t.” George laughed, he shifted in his seat and placed his hand around the back of the couch.
“Oh right, sorry. I just mean that what if Brian finds out?”
“About...?”
“Us.”
“He’ll be happy, I’m sure,” he said, still confused about what you meant.
“Yeah but Geo, will he? It’s against the rules. My company told me not to mess with any of you or any other clients I could have. What if they move me?” you asked.
“Oh...” he looked away for a minute before bouncing up in his seat as though a light bulb had gone off inside his brain. “We can just hire you!” you laughed at his response.
“Okay George, but what about when we break up?”
“If we break up.” he corrected.
“What about if we break up?” you repeated, this time he had nothing to say.
“It’s not like we’ll hate each other, right? I wouldn’t want you to be homeless because you have no job, I can assure you that.”
“I dunno Geo...” you looked away and sat back on the couch.
“Look, what if your company doesn’t find out? I’m sure Brian won’t tell.”
“They will find out somehow. What about when we go out together? Just us, the paparazzi will take photographs.” you left him speechless once more.
“What if we burn that bridge when we get to it?”
“That bridge? It’s my job Geo, I don’t have any special talents like you do.” you scoffed, didn’t he know about a regular job?
“That’s not what I meant-”
“Lads! Time to go!” a backstage member said after opening the door.
“Come on then Geo, you can talk to yn later,” John said as he handed George his guitar. George kissed you gently before rushing off after his friends.
Should you just burn that bridge when you get to it?
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Choices
Summary: Ashton Irwin thought he had everything he needed in life in the form of his daughter. Funny the difference a choice can make.
A/N: Last chapter (finally!) Stay tuned for the epilogue to see how this all ends. Be sure to catch up on Chapters 1-7, up on my masterlist!
Content: I plead the fifth
Word Count: 1.7k
And away, and away we go!
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Chapter 8
I decided not to tell my family about Taylor. To me, there was no point in arguing it. Taylor was back in my life because she was developing a relationship with Cassidy. It had nothing to do with me.
That didn’t stop my fingers from shaking as I made the drive to my parents or settle the churning in my stomach. “You okay?” Nic asked lowly, gripping my hand as we walked up to my parents door.
I offered her a wry smile. “Yeah,” I nodded.
“You sure?”
I nodded again before turning my attention to Cassidy. “Ready for your birthday?!”
“Yeah!” she cheered, jumping up onto the porch and pushing the door open.
“She’ll show up, Ash,” Nic reassured me. “She won’t let Cass down.”
I shrugged. If I thought I was having a hard time handling my nerves with the thought of Taylor being in my parents house again after all these years, Taylor probably had it worse. And as much as I didn’t want her to disappoint Cassidy, I couldn’t exactly blame her if she didn’t show up.
I could hear the chatter in the kitchen, voices high with excitement. I felt Nic’s hand tighten around mine- a silent assurance that I was working myself up in a frenzy over nothing, that she would stand by my side through it all. The tension in my shoulders eased slightly as I met her gaze, hopeful and warm. I raised our hands to graze my lips over her knuckles. “Well, here goes nothing.”
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The party was in full swing. My parents backyard was filled with the joyful shrieks of kindergarteners while their parents milled around the edges of the lawn, watching the chaos or making small talk with other parents.
There was a yelled, “Daddy!” followed by a hand tugging on my own.
I spurted into my drink, looking apologetically at Calum as I shifted my gaze from him to my daughter. “Yes, love?”
“When can I open my presents?”
“Soon, love. Why don’t you go sit down, and I’ll get you some lunch. Do you want a hotdog, or a cheeseburger?”
“Momma!” Cassidy squealed suddenly, my question forgotten as she took over running.
Taylor stilled on the back porch, crouching down to wrap Cassidy in a hug. “Happy Birthday, sweetheart!”
I felt the eyes of my friends and family burn into my skin. “Dude…” Calum was the first to make a sound, shaking his head sadly.
“You’re talking to her again?” Luke asked.
“This isn’t going to end well…” Mike muttered under his breath.
“What is she doing here?” Lauren demanded.
My friends, parents, and siblings looked at me, expecting an answer to Lauren’s question. “It was what Cass wanted,” I said in a tone that dared them to keep pressing the issue.
While my family swallowed their protests, my friends weren’t so compliant. “Ash,” Calum said lowly, nodding his head off to the side.
“Watch Cass for a moment?” I asked Nic.
“Of course,” she smiled encouragingly.
“What the fuck, Ash?” they immediately rounded on me after we stepped out of earshot.
“”It was what Cass wanted,” I repeated. “What’s there to explain?”
“You let a six year old call the shots, Ash?!”
“No! I supported her! She wanted to meet her mom. I made sure that happened.”
“Alright,” Calum accepted my line of thought. “But what does this mean for you and Taylor? For you and Nic?”
“Yeah, Ash. Can we even trust Taylor? Last time she left it wasn’t pretty,” Luke reminded us.
“You think I haven’t thought about that? If Taylor leaves again… I don’t know what I’ll do. All I want to do is protect, Cass. But she has a right to know her mom.”
“We all want what’s best for, Cass. But who’s looking out for what’s best for you?” Mike questioned.
“No one needs to look after me, Mike. I got this. I know where I stand.”
“Does Taylor?”
Mike’s words would haunt me for weeks to come.
~~~
About a month after Cassidy’s birthday, I let Taylor take Cassidy for a night. Even though this wasn’t the first night Cassidy hadn’t spent with me, I never got used to how silent the apartment was when she was gone. And while I was happy Taylor was proving herself, part of me wished she would fail so the knot in my stomach about possibly giving Cassidy up for longer stints of time would go away.
“You okay?” Nic’s soft voice pulled me from my thoughts.
“Hmm?”
“You look like you’re a million miles away. What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“I don’t know how I’m gonna go every weekend without her. I don’t know if I want to. I just-”
“You’re her dad. Nobody can take that from you.”
“It doesn’t make me miss her less.”
“I know.”
After a night tangled in the sheets where Nic did her best to distract me- and distract me she did- she left shortly after a lazy morning spent in bed. “So now you’re leaving me, too?” I pouted, watching her get dressed.
“Hey,” she turned to point a finger at me. “That’s not playing fair.”
I rolled across the bed to pull her down with me, her yelp of surprise bouncing off the walls. “You don’t wanna distract me some more?” I whispered in her ear, pressing my lips along the column of her throat.
Her response was breathy as she told me, “Oh, that’s really not fair.”
“Alright, alright,” I chuckled, letting her go. “I know you got work to do. You’ll be back later, tonight?”
“Fingers crossed,” she said, kissing my cheek and getting out of bed again.
~~~
It was a slow crawl to the middle of the afternoon before the knock on the door that got cut off by Cassidy barreling in, screeching, “Daddy!”
“Love!” I matched her enthusiasm, crouching just in time to catch her body flying full force at me, the momentum carrying me onto my back, both of us filling up the apartment with our laughter. “Did you have fun with Momma?” I asked, sitting us upright.
“Uh-huh! Can she stay for dinner?!”
“Uh…” I looked up and over at Taylor who hovered in the doorway, Cassidy’s bag still slung over her shoulder.
“Plllleeeeeaaaasssseeee?!”
“If she wants to, yeah, love.”
Cassidy bounded to her feet, running back over to Taylor. “Will you stay, Momma?”
“Sure, sweetheart. But just for dinner, okay?”
“Okay!” Cassidy agreed, and we all knew in that moment that Taylor would be staying for a lot longer than just dinner.
“Night, love,” I said a few hours later, pulling the blanket up snugly around my little girl.
“Night Daddy. Night Momma. Love you.”
“Night, Cass. Love you, too, sweetheart,” Taylor smiled at her from the bedroom doorway.
“Love you,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“See, Ash?” Taylor asked me as I pulled Cassidy’s door closed.
“See what?”
“This,” she gestured about. “We could be this. Raising Cass together in one house.”
I rolled my eyes, moving past her towards the living room. “Yeah, I tried that once. You didn’t want the same.”
“I want it now,” she said, following after me, her hand catching my arm. “Doesn’t that count for something?”
“Of course it does. Cass is happy.”
“What about you?”
“Me?”
“Yes. Are you happy?”
“Yes… but even if I wasn’t, it’s not my happiness that matters.”
“So?”
“So, what, Tay?”
“So why don’t we try to be a family? I’m her mother, Ashton. Doesn’t she deserve to see us try? For her?”
“Don’t,” I warned, pulling back. “We tried us already. I’m struggling as is to trust you in Cass’ life. You think I’m crazy enough to trust you in mine again? You broke me, Taylor.”
“So you haven’t thought of it? Us being together again?”
“Of course I thought that!” I whisper-screamed at her. “I spent years hoping that you would call, or show up on my doorstep ready to be a mother to her. That you and I could be the way we used to be again. But you didn’t. And eventually I stopped hoping that moment would come.”
“If you hoped for it once, you can hope for it again. You said you didn’t trust me, but you learned how to do that again. What’s to say you can’t learn to love me again?”
“Because-” I started, but her lips were on mine before I could remind her that I was in love with Nic now, someone who never made me doubt what we had the way Taylor did.
I didn’t hear the front door open, just the soft gasp of a heart shattering like glass.
“Nic!” I pushed Taylor back, panic in my chest as I wheeled around, but she was already leaving just as quickly as she had entered. “Nic, it’s not what it looks like!” I called out as I ran after her.
“Doesn’t look like what, Ashton?!” she demanded, turning sharply around to face me, her face screwed up as she fought back against crying. “Doesn’t look like you were kissing, Taylor?! Is that what you were going to say?!”
“Baby, please!” I begged, not knowing where to even begin trying to get her to explain, just knowing that I needed to try, because in four months she had completely shifted my world on its head, and I wouldn’t know how to begin again without her in it.
“I stood by you while you kept your walls up because of Cass. I stood by every insecurity you had thinking you weren’t good enough because you were a dad, and had been hurt in the past. I even supported you through getting Taylor back in your life. God, Ashton, I fell in love with you, and your daughter! I fell in love with everything! And all I asked in return, all I ever asked was do NOT blindside me! And you couldn’t even do that!”
Each word pierced into me and I was useless to stop it. Again, I wracked my brain for the right words to say, but nothing could fix the look of betrayal in her eyes. A look I fully deserved because as much as I had tried to do right by Cassidy, I had ended up hurting the next most important love of my life. And she was slipping through my fingers, and I couldn’t stop it if I tried. “Nic,” I tried anyway, my voice sounding as broken as we both felt.
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shawn meets... | sapphire
SUMMARY: in the life of a rockstar, shawn mendes comes across some unique people. sometimes, things stray from the norm. (AU, shawn x every one of my oc’s)(continuation/spin off of goth gf)
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Shawn was quite open to wearing anything these days. He was also open to wearing nothing, but that photoshoot opportunity hasn't come yet, though. But this pastel pink and white suit was a bit much. Actually, the sparkly silver boots were the tackiest part of this getup. Sure, the entire outfit was worth more than all three of his guitars he'd be using during the performance, but he wasn't exactly looking forward to resembling the Had To Do It To 'Em guy when he took off the pink blazer. According to Tiffany, the birthday girl wanted all party entertainers to be in her signature color.
He still hadn't met Sapphire Venus Lilith. This performance was for her, and she hadn't even attended the meetings for it. She was apparently busy with an old friend… catching up in her bedroom. For two straight days.
The yard was full of partygoers already. Tables with hot pink clothes were displayed with all sorts of snacks and drinks. Servers were going around tending to guests, all in pink bowties of course. There was also a raised, pink metallic throne in the middle of the yard, surrounded by 2 burly security guards. The throne was right in front of the stage that Shawn was going to perform on, so he wouldn't miss Sapphire in the crowd. Music was already booming through the large speakers, a Little Mix song that reminded him of a different time. The bass was shaking the window Shawn was looking out of.
“Fan of myself, I’m stanning myself
I love me so much I put my hands on myself”
Tiffany was fixing the cuffs on Shawn’s blazer. Anna was doing last minute touch ups to his hair, which was slicked back. It was similar to the 2019 Met Gala, but instead of bronze streaks, it was silver glitter that was definitely going to be a bitch to wash out.
“You nervous?” Tiffany asked.
“Excited,” Shawn corrected. “I missed playing shows.”
“We need to get you on tour again.” She smiled.
“Gotta make a record first.”
There was a sudden knock on the door, making all three of them jump. Shawn made eye contact with Tiffany, and they both chuckled at the ridiculous response.
Anna went to answer, since the door was locked. “It’s probably Andrew, wondering if you’re ready.” She opened the door, and let out a surprised, “Hello! Hi, come on in!”
Just by the change in her tone, it was safe to say it wasn't Andrew who had knocked. Shawn turned to see who had come in, and was first met with a powerful flowery scent, followed by a tall, petite woman.
“Make way for the G-O-double D-E-S-S
I spare no enemies in this dress
Uh huh, uh huh”
This woman was blonde, curled princess locks cascading down her shoulders. On top of her head was the largest and most extra looking sparkling tiara Shawn had ever seen in his life, but it suited her. Her face was soft with pretty pink lips and piercing blue eyes. Her petite body was clad in a tiny top made of soft pink bedazzles and equally tiny shorts of the same color. There was no other way to describe her as anything but beautiful. Knock-the-wind-out-of-me, step-on-me-in-your-white-Louboutins beautiful.
She was followed by Kat, who was the polar opposite, color wise. Tight black dress, long dark hair in a high ponytail. Unlike her employer, she was not smiling, nor giving Shawn any attention. She merely typed on her phone in a professional manner, the same look Andrew would have when he was texting important people.
Shawn couldn’t even think about the potential awkward tension he would have with Kat because he was too busy gaping at the blonde. How was one person so powerful already?
“Hello, I’m Sapphire,” she greeted, holding out her hand.
Something possessed Shawn the moment he touched her soft skin, and he bent down to kiss her hand.
That seemed to please her, because she grinned, showing the tiniest dimple in her cheek. “You’re my little singer tonight, aren’t you?”
“That’s me,” he replied, almost losing his voice by how much it softened. He really couldn’t stop looking into those eyes. “Happy birthday!”
“Oh thanks, love. I can’t wait to see what you’re gonna do for me.” She was still holding his hand, squeezing ever so slightly.
Shawn’s cheeks heated up so goddamn fast. There was something in those worse, something sickly sweet and intoxicating. “I, uh, I think you’ll like it. I hope you do.”
Sapphire was still smiling as she turned to look at Kat. Wordlessly, the assistant went to Tiffany and Anna, chatting them in on the evening’s events. Then, Sapphire took Shawn by the collar of his blazer and stepped closer to him, her glossy lips at his ear.
“If I really love your gig,” she whispered, “I may give you something extra.”
And yeah, his pants got tighter. Good thing he was going to be holding a guitar all night.
Sapphire leaned back, smoothing the area she had been clinging to. “If it’s okay with you, of course.”
He cleared his throat, trying to calm his body. “Uh, no yeah. Yeah. Yes. Very okay.”
“Wonderful, darling! I’ll see you out there. Come along, KitKat!”
With that, she turned on her heel and left the room, Kat in tow.
Shawn immediately plopped down in the nearest chair, starstruck. He’s never seen nor heard of this girl ever in his life, and somehow she managed to turn him into putty within the first few minutes of meeting him.
“You need anything?” Tiffany asked, trying to mask her amusement. “A glass of water? A cold shower perhaps?”
He blushed even more. He’s never been so flustered so fast, let alone from someone he just met.
“Did I say happy birthday to her?” he asked, dazed.
“Yes,” Anna and Tiffany said at the same time.
Then, Brian entered the room, a dopey grin on his face. “Guess who just met the birthday girl!”
“Shawn did,” Tiffany answered.
Brian’s grin vanished. “What? Man, I thought I was the first one! She’s so…”
“Yeah,” Shawn agreed. Then he got up and took his friend to the side. “Dude, she wants to meet up after my set.”
“No way.”
“I swear.”
“Didn’t you just hook up with her assistant?” Brian asked. “You’d think she caught wind of that.”
Shawn didn’t know, nor did he really care. “That’s why I need you to hit up the assistant. I don’t know if she’s hung up on me or anything and I don’t wanna take that chance.”
Brian made a noise between a scoff and a laugh. “Full of ourselves, are we?”
“Please?” Shawn asked, bringing his hands together.
“Well, what if I want Sapphire and not her stuck up assistant?”
This wouldn’t be the first time Shawn asked Brian to distract a former one night stand. But it was the one time Brian wasn’t agreeing to do it. Shawn put his hands down, surprised and mildly annoyed.
“Kat’s not stuck up, trust me,” he said. “And… Sapphire said she wants me. It’s her choice.”
“I’m not taking your leftovers again, man,” Brian said as he folded his arms. “You always get the girl! Let me have something for once!”
Now Shawn was even more annoyed. “Maybe you’d get something too if-”
“If I was a famous popstar? If I was as good as you?”
“Why are you being such a dick?”
Then, Tiffany stepped in, literally. She stood between Shawn and Brian. “Guys, don’t do this. It’s just one girl.”
Brian ignored her. “I’m being a dick because I’m tired of being an extension of you! I’m being a dick because you’ve taken dates from me! You don’t even give a shit about any of them because you can’t get over-”
“Don’t!” Shawn warned, raising his voice.
Brian narrowed his eyes. “You’re not over Annalise Flores!”
“Who?” Tiffany asked, bewildered.
Paralyzed with anger, Shawn glared at the other man. The man who was supposed to be his friend. Why couldn’t he just do him this solid?
“Get out,” he said venomously.
“You know I’m right,” Brian sneered.
“Get the fuck out!” Shawn yelled.
He scoffed as he stormed out. Shawn huffed out a sigh, wanting to punch something.
“What the hell was that?” Anna asked, utterly confused. “Who’s Annalise Flores?”
“It doesn’t matter,” he grumbled. “Can you bring me Jocelyne?”
One quick shoulder rub and a redress later, Shawn’s disgruntled state eased a little bit. It was enough for him to fully focus on the beautiful lady he had to impress.
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The set went well. It went great, because not long after leaving the stage, Charles the butler found Shawn and led him up to Sapphire’s bedroom. Shawn didn’t get to see much of the party, but that was very, one hundred percent okay.
Most of the mansion's interior was baby pink, but this was an overload. Shawn wandered around the large, pink bedroom as he waited. The walls were made of soft pink felt, and there was a large, sparkling chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The desk against the wall was the same color, along with the laptop and picture frames sat on the surface. The photos in the frames were only of the girl he was waiting for. There was no room for modesty apparently. Shawn was never not going to think of the birthday girl whenever he saw this color.
He went over to the king size bed, draped with the softest velvet covers he's ever felt. The headboard was a metallic pink… with bars. Shawn couldn't deny how exciting that felt. He really couldn't believe someone as breathtakingly attractive as Sapphire could possibly want him.
"Didn't know it was my birthday," he mumbled with a smirk.
"What was that?" a soft, female voice said from behind him.
Shawn jumped as he turned around. There stood the birthday girl, Sapphire, blue eyes wide and expectant.
"Uh, I, I didn't hear you come in," he stammered. Way to keep your cool.
She smiled warmly, fixing the silk robe she was wearing. She was quick to get out of her tight little party outfit, but she still had that sparkly tiara resting on her head. Shawn couldn’t help but notice the perky little nipples poking through the thing material, only adding to the burn in his pants.
Wordlessly, Sapphire moved past Shawn and crawled onto the bed, letting him get a view of her ass. He was about to follow, but her high heel clad foot landed gently on his chest, stopping him.
"Take off your clothes," she ordered, her voice still soft.
Shawn had a feeling he shouldn't challenge her, even though that was something he grew to love and get off on. As he unbuttoned his shirt, he felt his face and chest grow warm; Sapphire's gaze was intimidating, she didn't even blink. She looked at his face, trailing down his body as he removed more of his performance clothes. Her tongue peeked out of the corner of her mouth as she watched him drop his briefs and step out of them. Shawn felt mildly embarrassed that he was already hard, but just looking at Sapphire's pretty features made him this way. She already possessed him without even doing a single thing.
And somehow, he couldn't tell if she wanted to fuck him or eat him.
"Don't be shy," Sapphire told him as she curled her finger to get him to join her.
She moved to the side and patted the center of the mattress. Shawn crawled onto the surface and lied down against the pillows. The velvet sheets felt incredibly soft against his skin, heightening his senses.
Sapphire traced the butterfly tattoo on his bicep. The tip of her manicured fingernail left a tiny trail of fire on Shawn's skin.
"I'm so glad you were able to sing at my party," she told him. "And I'm glad you stayed."
"Me too," Shawn replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "Really, really glad."
"I can tell." She glanced down his body, making him blush.
Shawn really wanted to touch her, feel her, learn what makes her tick. He couldn't wait any longer, and it made him feel incredibly juvenile. He hasn't been so easily wound up since his university days.
"Saph-" he tried to say but a finger went over his lips.
"Shh, I know, baby boy." She leaned in close, her nose touching his ear. "I know what you want." Then she gently cupped his chin and turned his head towards hers. "I just need to know how far you're willing to go."
Shawn could barely hear himself. "As far as you want."
Sapphire's glossy pink lips curved up as she leaned in closer. Shawn closed his eyes, taking in her intoxicating flowery scent, craning his neck in the slightest, and then he felt her lips press the quickest kiss on his cheek.
He didn't even have time to breathe before she was straddling his thighs. Smooth hands went up his torso and rested on his broad shoulders, and she was hovering over him. Shawn lifted his hands to cup her pretty face, but she was much faster than him. Sapphire grabbed his wrists and pinned them down.
"No touching," she told him, her voice still soft and borderline innocent. "Understand?"
Shawn nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat.
She cupped his chin once again, her blue eyes piercing his brown ones. "Use your words."
"I understand."
"Good boy." She patted his cheek. Then, she moved down his body, to his hard cock.
Breathing out, Shawn braced himself for what was about to happen. His eyes fluttered shut as a soft, warm tongue ran up the length, and then his whole cock was engulfed by her soft mouth. His immediate instinct was to place his hands in Sapphire's hair, but he had to follow her single rule. But she also had a lot of pretty blonde hair, and it was covering her face. Shawn couldn't see her mouth move on him, and he really wanted to.
Just as he lifted his hand, Sapphire sat up again, taking in a breath. She looked Shawn in the eyes as she wiped the corner of her mouth.
"I know you wanna touch me," she muttered. "But you'll have to prove that you're gonna listen to me."
He nodded rapidly, and then she was going down on him again. Shawn breathed out a soft moan at the feeling, his fingers curling around the silk sheets. It felt amazing, way too good to be real. His toes curled as he felt her mouth suction lightly, tingles spreading all throughout his body. Tiny little whimpers came out of him as the tingles persisted, causing Sapphire's blue eyes to flicker up to him as she pulled off once again.
"You are so cute," she said, reaching up to cup his chin. "Most guys don't like to make little noises like that. Keep it up."
He couldn't stop the sounds even if he tried.
Sapphire sat up and turned her body, straddling Shawn's thighs. She pushed her robe back from the bottom, letting the smooth material spread over her partner's torso. Shawn felt his cock on her ass, and resisted the urge to move his hips up. He had to be good, had to do exactly what she said.
"So, what do you prefer, little one?" she asked, moving her ass back and rubbing against his cock. "I'm on the pill, but I have condoms here if you want that."
"Mm, no condom," he answered a little too quickly, feeling the need for relief.
Her head turned, so he could see her perfectly sculpted eyebrow quirk a little bit. Then, she sat up on her knees, taking hold of the base and swiftly sinking down on it. She let out a little hiss, and remained still in that position.
"You oka-" Shawn almost got out before choking on his words.
Sapphire very quickly recovered and started bouncing on him. For a moment, the only sound was their skin slapping together, until she pinched his thigh.
“Where are my little sounds, little one?” she asked between pants.
Shawn found himself blushing yet again. What was with that nickname? What did that say about what she thought of him? He was about to ask, but he saw the back of Sapphire’s robe fall, exposing her skin. She was naked under that little robe, and she wasn’t letting him see anything. It was a tease, and only drove him further, causing a little moan to bubble past his mouth.
“That’s it,” she praised, leaning forward on her hands so as to get better leverage. She was practically twerking on his cock, making him want to grab the plump cheeks.
Obscene noises of their skin slapping and Shawn's moaning filled up the room. Sapphire was incredibly talented with her hips, keeping the rhythm steady, and she didn't stop or slow down. The coil in Shawn's abdomen was tightening more and more every minute, making his heart race and his breath hitch.
He rested his hands behind his head, eyes squeezed shut from the feeling. Fuel to the fire were Sapphire's first sounds of the evening. Shawn picked his head up and noticed her arm moving rhythmically in front of her, and he immediately knew what she was doing. God, he wanted see that, and she probably knew that too. She probably picked this position on purpose.
Even after a shaky orgasm, Shawn was still thinking about the ways he wanted to take her. All the things he wanted to do with her. His body was weak and sweaty, and he was catching his breath while Sapphire fixed her robe and plopped down next to him.
Like Kat, she still looked well put together, like all she did was go for a casual stroll. Not even sweating or panting. Sapphire did all the work and all she did was dab at her leftover lip gloss with her finger afterwards.
Shawn was a little confused at this. Why was he the only fucked out mess here? He lifted a hand, his fingers gently touching Sapphire's blonde locks to get her attention.
"Was that good for you?" he asked.
She nodded with a smile. "You did everything right, babe." Then, she took his arm and wrapped it around her shoulders, and she lied her head on his chest. "Hell, I might even keep you here a bit longer than planned."
Whatever the fuck that meant, Shawn didn't really give a shit. Looking down at the beautiful socialite in his arms, he realized he wasn't prepared to leave either. And he certainly wasn't thinking of Brian, or his ex-girlfriend.
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beast (descendants)
hotness scale: extremely tall (over a foot taller than me! this is Very Important to the scale) and he seems to be a mere thread’s width away from Unhinged at all times, which i love. i also think it’s very sexy of him to still have such a monstrous way about himself (what with the roaring and the growling) 20something years post-curse.... makes me wonder very vividly if such energies carry to the b*droom........ *clears throat* 10/10
quality of character scale: it eternally amuses me that beast seems to learn almost Nothing over the course of this trilogy. he’s literally pro-isle the ENTIRE time jsjdndjdjd..... not great considering it puts him directly at odds with his son (and, like, with social progress) but he Does seem to act the way he does with the kingdom’s safety in mind! plus when he’s not accidentally supporting magical fascism he’s super dorky. i love his goofy dance moves 7.5/10
total score: 17.5/20...... with this score alone you can tell this system isnt rigged bc if i had it my way he’d be winning
hades (descendants)
hotness scale: i hate his party city clown wig but i’m a total sucker for guys in makeup (EVEN THOUGH A DECENT SHADE OF LIPSTICK WOULD HAVE BROUGHT HIS ENSEMBLE TOGETHER. WHY DID THEY PROPOSE IT ON THE CHARACTER DESIGN WALL IF THEY WERENT GONNA FOLLOW THROUGH!!!) and i think the fact that hes Very Sleepy and doesnt own a dog makes him my dream guy 9.5/10
quality of character scale: he literally sings a song about how cool he thinks it is that he’s a shitty dad............ but he DOES come through when his kid needs him, so that’s nice i guess. i would have liked to see more of him but i’ll settle for reading and writing intricate fan works that delve into a hypothetical personality for him that’s mainly conjecture 7.25/10
total score: 16.75/20 i wanna see him in some preppy auradon clothes
jafar (descendants)
hotness scale: i wish i had nicer things to say about this man. he just....... bears so little resemblance to the original jafar it makes me :( maybe if he was more gangly, or if he carried himself w the same potent gay energy that og jafar has? itd also help it he wasnt a racist caricature. 4.5/10
quality of character scale: again, very much a racist caricature. jafar doesnt steal!!! why would This be what he chose to do with himself! but he does seem to be, perhaps, the least bad of the core four’s parents, which counts for something i suppose. 3/10
total score: 7.5/20 sorry bud
dr facilier (descendants)
hotness scale: listen. it’s dr facilier. what am i supposed to do, NOT give him a perfect score on the sexy scale? 10/10
quality of character scale: he just loves his daughter and wants to make sure she’s getting what’s hers!!!!! his dynamic with celia makes me really happy they seem so fun! though i guess you could argue it sucks that he’d send his darling babey dohter to do errands for big mean scary hades considering that Everyone on the isle seems to quake at the sight of him. but im sure facilier only does that to ensure that celia can hold her own! 8/10
total score: 18/20 and it’d probably be higher if we’d seen more of him
mr smee (descendants)
hotness scale: not only does this man fuck, judging by the ages of his kids he fucked RECENTLY. get it baby live your truth 7/10
quality of character scale: he seems to be SO kind and sweet to his baby sons..... holding their little hands and such!!! and judging by how nervous the kids are i’d imagine it was primarily smee’s idea for them to go to auradon. extremely noble sacrifice for their benefit even though he’ll miss them 10/10!!!!!
total score: 17/20 i want to kiss his hand, if he’ll have me
zevon necrodopolous (zombies)
hotness scale: every time i look at this man i think of this post. he’s the perfect amount of frumpy for my tastes and his voice is so unique!!!!! i’d let his z-band malfunction so he could *** ** ***** * ******* **** 9/10
quality of character scale: really really cares about his kids and wants them to be safe!! he raises his voice once which im not a huge fan of but i suppose it was justified given the circumstances. also that shot of him goofing about with d*le in the end scene shows remarkable capacity for forgiveness after decades of trauma and discrimination! what a guy. 9/10
total score: 18/20 an absolute dilf!!!!!
dale (zombies)
hotness scale: looks like an uncrustable. 0/10
quality of character scale: a fucking cop. die bitch! 0/10
total score: 0/20 get in since you wanna act clown
coach jack bolton (high school musical)
hotness scale: honestly pretty young for my tastes. and i literally Always swipe left on athletes, so..... fine looking, but not for me. 5/10
quality of character scale: obviously he grows as the series progresses but i feel like jack is Always in the way of troy getting what he wants, which sucks. i like that he’s kinda goofy on his off hours with his family exactly as much as i Hate how much he yells when hes on the job. i do wish we lived in the timeline where he and miss darbus actually had that duet about their disagreements, though. 5/10
total score: 10/20 truly an Average dcom daddy
vance evans (high school musical)
hotness scale: due to personal reasons i will be having bad taste. however, this man’s fashion sense in IMPECCABLE. i mean, the colors??? the unbuttoned collar???? come on now. there is also the gratuitous use of the d-word to consider......................... anyways 7.5/10
quality of character scale: it’s hard to tell how much of his interest in furthering troy’s career is out of sincerity and how much of it is sharpay nudging him. but either way the result is a man who supports his daughter unconditionally! he could be nicer to ryan, though (plus he’s an evil capitalist) 6/10
total score: 13.5/20 i feel like he and fulton have had Relations
mr gifford (lemonade mouth)
hotness scale: listen, i’m a simple guy. i see a basic-looking man pursuing age gap romance in the midst of a mid-life crisis, i support him unconditionally. also i am just Really vibing with that oversized denim shirt on him!!! there’s an egregious amount of arm hair poking out that just works. good for him! and this is a small moment but i’m very flustered over his natural Touchy Feely instinct after wen pokes out his eye... however: man has no eyebrows. 8.5/10
quality of character scale: i’m not a child of divorce so i don’t know how this stuff works, but i feel like he springs a lot of major decisions on wen? not ideal. on the other hand, we DO stan that he has sydney move in before they’re married. this is not a christian home!!!! 6/10
total score: 14.5/20 probably my favorite lemonade mouth dad, but mostly because he’s like the only one paid any attention by the narrative
mr banjaree (lemonade mouth)
hotness scale: men really have beautifully sculpted noses and we just let them, huh. i’m definitely overusing the word Handsome in this list, but in this case? i’m justified. mr banjaree’s beard suits him SO well and his hair looks so soft...... and we love the implicit cleanliness of a man who wears socks in the house! 8/10
quality of character scale: i super SUPER dont agree with this man’s Smothering-Adjacent Methods (and also i know firsthand that strict parentage just drives kids to be more rebellious, lmao) but all things considered he really just wants the best for his family PLUS he’s willing to meet mo halfway at the end! :’) 6/10
total score: 14/20 the way i feel about him is the way i feel when i get crushes on pastors in that You Are Complicit In My Trauma But We’re Gonna Kiss About It way
mr delgado (lemonade mouth)
hotness scale: OOOOH GLASSES! 5/10
quality of character scale: it’s sort of implied that the Wacko Energies of charlie’s family are mostly the fault of his mom so it’s cool of this man to distance himself from that. he is, of course, still complicit in Whatever The Hell Her Deal Is unless he is constantly fighting with her offscreen 6/10
total score: 11/20 would have loved to see more of him
mr yamada (lemonade mouth)
hotness scale: another chapter in the saga of unbuttoned collars! doesn’t get a lot of opportunities to show off his strengths but i appreciate that he is not the thinnest dad in town 6.5/10
quality of character scale: WOW fuck this guy. very dismissive of stella’s aspirations!!!!! i don’t like that he feels the need to talk Over her to her mom when he’s asking about her vegetarianism. dude she is right there.... however it’s a lil touching when he holds her guitar up at the end, so... 4/10?
total score: 10.5/20 *thinks about his slightly protruding tummy in his last scene* *thinks about his slightly protruding tummy in his last scene* *thi
bob duncan (good luck charlie: it’s christmas!)
hotness scale: in keeping this Specific to the feature-length xmas special, i will say that bob duncan is QUITE handsome! disappointed that he was wearing a shirt in the scene at the pool.... ill bet if this movie came out post-workout/makeover he’d have been shirtless >:/ i feel robbed... spare tummy, sir? spare tummy? additionally i love a man who rolls up his sleeves AND a man who stans kaiju movies!! also i love that he, quite literally, canonically fucks 8.5/10
quality of character scale: he’s about as charmingly incompetent as he is in the show, but the difference here is that he literally did not do a damn thing wrong! all he wanted to do was be civil with his inlaws and he frankly deserves MUCH better. its clear from his banter with the kids that he loves them very much (also i love how frequently he feels the need to jump/dive for things in this movie. silly slapstick icon) 8.75/10
total score: 17.25/20 this man’s mere presence oozes nostalgia
jerry russo (wizards of waverly place: the movie)
hotness scale: this man was MADE for me. the bottomless collection of hawaiian shirts....... the TWO tummy out scenes..........the fucked up evil thing his voice does when the kids try to steal the spellbook!!! he really has it all. also i love that he is truly just trying to have some beach intercourse 9/10
quality of character scale: i love that even when he doesn’t remember the kids he still maintains a little dadly rapport with them? the instincts...... it’s also incredibly good of him to relive his decision to give up his magic without hesitation once he realizes the severity of the situation :’0 10/10
total score: 19/20 i’ve never seen an episode of the show but im really about to start
neil morris (dadnapped)
hotness scale: handsome....... mr morris makes me feel simultaneously like a sapiosexual AND a morosexual because although he completed enough schooling to become a dentist, he also threw it away for a writing career like an absolute champ. also i find it unbelievably charming how Along For The Ride he is about the idea of being kidnapped. a man after my own heart 8.25/10
quality of character scale: this is a tricky one...... neil DOES show active concern for his daughter’s safety when push comes to shove, but he also has my least favorite type of redemption arc: “you THOUGHT i was neglecting you, but actually i was thinking about you the whole time and just never expressed it! we good?” so like. bleh. but he’s pretty mild mannered which i deeply appreciate in a man! 6.5/10
total score: 14.75/20 maybe talk to your daughter instead of writing a macgyver ripoff, dumbass
major joe mason (princess protection program)
hotness scale: prime dad bod, very believable for his line of work. also he has such a Gentle Way about himself when he’s around princesses....... i love all the hand holding when he’s escorting rosie. absolutely my type 8.75/10
quality of character scale: gosh.... where do i even BEGIN!!! his whole dynamic with carter is so ideal... i was apprehensive at first because his job would require him to be Absent a lot of the time, but upon reflection it’s clear that he’s raised carter well enough that he can totally trust her to be on her own, and also she’s only sad to see him go because she sincerely enjoys his company. everything about his profession is so noble and i love the way he can carry himself as casually or as politely as a given situation calls for. worst thing he does is say “i might have to stop calling you ‘pal’” because his daughter is wearing a pretty dress. i wish he was my dad but i’ll settle for him being my husband 9.75/10
total score: 18.5/20 i almost made a ppp self insert this morning specifically for Him
ted thompson (zapped)
hotness scale: athletes arent sexy!! this guy’s face screams The Only Websites I Know How To Use Are Facebook And Reddit and also he’s a dog person BUT he is sporting quite the tumbey if i do say so myself and for that i shall let him live. 4/10
quality of character scale: ok i know the whole point of this movie is Boys Bad but i hate men who are loud and i hate dads who get Weird about the inherent femininity of their daughters. when he calls zoey “sport” and then cringes like he’s made a mistake? dumb and unnecessary. HOWEVER all of his efforts to bond with zoey are really really sincere. like when he fixes her music box? that has NOTHING to do with the app he just Does It!!!! the movey mightve rubbed off on me a little too much but there are multiple ways to show love and just bc im not used to his way doesnt mean it has no worth! 6/10
total score: 10/20 mr thompson sir im sorry i doubted you at the start of the film
rob adams (radio rebel)
hotness scale: this man dresses 5-10 years younger than he looks and i respect that for him. but i was expecting him to be a bit more of a slimeball considering how tara talks about him in the opening scene... and you guys know how much i love slimeballs. regardless, pretty handsome! 6.5/10
quality of character scale: it’s nice that he goes to such a Public and Corporate effort to connect to his stepdaughter! even if it’s in a way that financially benefits him, it’s pretty clear that he cares about this family and wants to do right by them. nothing exceptional, though 7/10
total score: 13.5/20 i GUESS i’d be down to smash if he asked
ralph bartlett (read it and weep)
hotness scale: ok i was gonna say something mean about the fact that he’s balding but honestly he has really nice arms........ in addition he’s really quirky and optimistic which i am going to admire into my grave!! when he gets excited about having customers during the finale his voice quirks with an almost charlie day-esque charm. handsome. ALSO he calls jamie “princess” which is!!!!!!! something 7.5/10
quality of character scale: the way ralph parents his kids is Very 2000s in that he kinda babies his daughter but gets to pal around with his son, but i guess both dynamics come from a place of love and he could be doing much worse. plus he’s an honest hardworking small business owner! i support him 7/10
total score: 14.5/20 i would definitely go out for pizza with him
dr james hartley (how to build a better boy)
hotness scale: THIS. THIS IS WHAT DCOM DADDIES ARE ALL ABOUT. gosh..... this is truly the Most dad ive ever seen in my life. i love how his hair is always mussed..... how he’s so Desperate to relax that he falls asleep after Fifteen Seconds of smooth jazz..... and also. like. hes a scientist?? hello??? pretty sexy of him. i want to give this man the relaxation he deserves 10/10
quality of character scale: ok so,,,...,, kinda fucked up that he lied to his whole family (with the possible exception of his wife—sidenote, WHY did they make dr hartley married? his wife never comes up except when bart says she’s out of town. let him be single so i can slide into those dms) and EXTRA kinda fucked up that he works for the government? what a scab. BUT it’s very very clear that he cares about his kids (and gabby) and prioritizes their safety above all else! also, did you SEE how happy he was when mae won homecoming queen....... he loves her so so so much! :’0 8.5/10
total score: 18.5/20 i thirst tweeted about this man and roger bart replied ‘Aw, thanks!’ so i dont know where to go from here
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