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filthyfluffyfantasies · 6 months

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: casual sex with a stranger, one night stands, penetrative/unprotected p in v, oral sex, marking, handjobs/fingering, some dirty talk & the use of petnames. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt nine - anonymous sex

character | fandom - rockstar!eddie munson | stranger things

reader | original character - female reader, one night stand /college coed & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 4.9k

tagging - < taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . Eddie Munson is only passing through with his band. He plays a show at your favorite dive bar and the two of you hit it off, spending a sex-fuelled weekend together... ( Pt 1 of 2, possible series later )✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Cleveland, Ohio, 1988

❝ This is a bad idea, Taylor.❞ - the local dive bar 3 blocks away from your college campus is ten times as crowded as it normally is. Up towards the front of the small bar, a makeshift stage is being set up and about the third or fourth time someone bumps into you and spills some booze heavy bastardization of a mixed drink down the front of your favorite shirt, you’re seriously tempted to find the nearest exit, a promise is a promise but to be fair, you didn’t realize that live music would draw more people in.

Especially live music from a band that literally nobody’s ever heard of before.

Taylor grabs you by the wrist and she’s pointing to the makeshift stage excitedly. To the drummer, to be exact. You laugh softly because now it makes perfect sense why she dragged you out tonight.

❝ He’s hot, right?❞ she asks. You laugh softly and take a sip of the drink she’s offering you and as you drag the back of your hand over your mouth, you see him.

He’s every bit of 6’2.. At least. The black jeans he’s wearing are so tight you ponder for a few good seconds as to whether they’re painted on and alternately, how the guy’s even breathing okay.

Your tongue drags over your bottom lip as your eyes linger just a little too long to be decent on the outline standing out against the zipper of his jeans. You actually whine, you don’t realize you have until Taylor starts to laugh softly, watching you as she takes a few sips from the drink after she’s taken it back from you.

Your entire face feels hot and honestly, you’re not sure whether it’s the booze you’ve barely consumed, the fact that the man you’re currently eye-fucking is apparently hung, if outlines are anything to go by and he’s certainly the most gorgeous example of the male species your eyes have ever set sights on..

After you finally manage to tear your eyes off of his lower body, as they drift upwards and you see the defined V of his abdomen -plus a few gnarly scars and a tattoo or two that look pretty recent- peeking out from below the bottom of his cropped black muscle shirt, you gulp. It’s a pathetic attempt to swallow down the lump that’s built in your throat at the sight of this man and also, a pathetic attempt to get your brain unfrozen, get yourself centered and focused again.

And breathing properly, there’s that, of course.

Taylor is standing back, watching you. She’s amused because she’s never seen you this dazed. Especially not over some bad-boy rocker. Preppy law student types, those are all you seem to date.

And it never really works out, she thinks to herself as she continues to watch you as you fuck Mr. Tall, Dark Clothes and Broody Handsome as he sets up for the show, tuning his guitar. Gee, I wonder why. Maybe the preppy law students she’s always hooking up with aren’t actually her type.

By now, your eyes are drifting to his hands. The way long and thin fingers pluck sound out of a Warlock guitar. You’re doing it again, biting down on your bottom lip, which is now accompanied by your thighs clamped tight yet somehow, still they manage to slip and slide off of each other. Taylor clears her throat just as you finally manage to tear your eyes off his hands and the way he plays his guitar and look at his actual face, locking eyes with him.

He’s staring right back. Hard. When he catches you staring, dead to rights, his cheeks darken just a little and he swallows hard, teeth plucking at a very kissable bottom lip as he grins from ear to ear.

There’s something very familiar about him despite the fact that you know for sure you’ve never met him a single time in your entire life. You know it, there’s no way in hell you would’ve forgotten the man if you had met.

He gives this little wave and you want to dissolve into the floor of the bar. Taylor has gone from laughing a little bit to full-on, doubled over laughing. ❝ Girl.. The look on your face right now...❞ she shrugs off the dirty look you give her as you reach for the cup in her hand and shotgun about a third of the mixed drink left inside of it.

The watered down 80 proof still manages to burn from your throat down to the pit of your stomach and you grimace because you’re not really a drinker by any stretch so the sips you’ve taken so far have the tips of your ears on fire.

❝ Oh hush.. He’s.. He’s gorgeous, alright? And I swear to God, I’ve seen him before...❞ you’re biting your thumb as you try to puzzle out whether it’s just him in general that feels so familiar -and why, or whether it’s just the fact that you’re a little tipsy now and he looks like an old god or a breathing work of art.

Taylor shrugs. ❝ They’re not from around here.. According to Nick, they’re from some little pissant town.. Uh.. It’s in Indiana.❞ she rubs her forehead as she tries to remember what the owner of the bar was telling her about the band he’d invited to stop in and play an impromptu live show. She grins. ❝ Hawkins! It’s Hawkins, that’s the town they’re from.. You moved around a lot when you were a kid.. Ever heard of the place?❞

You mull it over. The second it hits you, you laugh and nod. ❝ My grandma lived there. I think we visited her a time or two but we were never in town for long or anything.. Definitely not long enough for me to meet and forget that man up there...❞

❝ I call dibs on the drummer..❞ Taylor butts in and you laugh, shrugging. Swallowing hard as you just happen to glance up at the makeshift stage to find the black clad lead singer watching you. A heat spreads throughout your entire body as the two of you lock eyes. He smirks again, giving you a bold little wink. You give him a sassy wave.

❝ The drummer is all yours, girl. If I had t’ call dibs on anybody, I think it’s gonna be him. He’s as tall as a goddamn tree and I’ll be damned if I wouldn’t willingly die to climb him.❞

Taylor snorts in laughter. She writes it off to the mixed drink you’ve been slamming back since the two of you finally managed to get into the bar because normally, you’re real quiet. Real sweet but also, real reserved. You don’t really let loose a whole lot, this is a huge reason why she decided she was dragging you out to the show tonight, hell or high water.

You needed tonight. She definitely needed tonight. Some live music, a few drinks and a chance to relax, no studying or other adult adjacent bullshit on the horizon until around Tuesday.

❝ What’s so funny? I was being completely serious.❞ you ask, giggling as you reach for the cup again, a pout promptly forming just as soon as you realized that the cup was just about empty. Taylor offers it to you and you take it, finishing off the drink.

Your eyes settle on the makeshift stage all over again just as the lights in the bar go dim. And as soon as you hear that they’re opening with a lesser-known Black Sabbath song, you’re one thousand and one percent sure of it, as sure as each breath you’re taking.

You’re fucked when it comes to this guy. Absolutely fucked. Because he’s the antithesis to your typical type and yet, he had you dripping with just a stolen look or two. And sure, you could lie to yourself and pretend that the reason is simply that you haven’t gotten laid lately. But you know you’d be lying.

This cannot be the trait I share in common with my ma. It can’t! I mean, is it the same as her thing with small time wrestlers, minor league hockey and baseball players though? Oh god, you’re gaping in horror as soon as the thought fully forms and panic sets in as a result, I’m turning into my ma.. Only with bad boy metal musicians.

Regardless of the internal panic, you find yourself humming along, drumming the top of the bar along with Corroded Coffin’s cover of Luke’s Wall.

Taylor’s giggling, stumbling through the lyrics right along with you and at one point, during a pretty high-energy cover of Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin, you lock eyes with the lead singer and he’s staring right back at you. Hard.

The band moves on to a slower ballad after an intro from Mr. Lead Singer that has you giggling and gasping just a little in the same breath because he looks right at you, offering only a shrug and a playful wink, ❝ Bare with us. I normally hate this shit, but..❞ you can feel that slow burning heat rise up from deep within all over again as you instantly recognize the opening part of Poison’s newest release, Every Rose Has It’s Thorn.. Which ironically, is what you’d been telling Taylor it’d be neat to hear them play. She’d been heckling you for the better part of an hour since, trying to get you to shout out the name of the song.

He chuckles as he abandons the stool he’d been sitting on for two songs now and he wanders over, sitting down on the makeshift stage right in front of you. As he smirks at you, you nearly choke on air. He speaks up, addressing the crowd again as the rest of his band continues to provide track backing, ❝ There’s this girl. She’s kinda hot and she apparently likes this glam rock bullshit, so.. We wanna make our girl happy, right?❞

As he sings the slower song to you, you’re squirming in place, thighs so wet they slip off each other even easier than they have been all night already. He’s smirking, you know your face is on fire, you don’t need a mirror to see it, you can feel it in your cheeks, all the way to the tips of your ears. Even your scalp feels a little hot.

He leans in real close when he delivers the last lyric. ❝ Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song..Every rose has its thorn.❞

That has you biting back a helpless whine before you can stop it. Because his voice is a whole other level of velvet, gravel and sex combined perfectly. You can feel it in your bones, you’re never going to hear this song on the radio again without hearing the mysterious lead singer of this little unknown band singing it dangerously close to your face, nearly nose to nose.

He was close enough as he sang to you one on one that you could smell the stench of cigarettes on his breath, mixed with cheap beer and cheap cologne. Maybe a hint of sweaty musk layered underneath. It’s a smell you have the feeling will haunt your dreams long after the show is over and his band has rolled out of Cleveland, onto their next stop of God knows where.

The second the band takes a little smoke break, Taylor’s decided that one way or another, she’s going to at least casually bump into her drummer and say hey. You want to do the same but truth be told, you’re not even a little bit Taylor’s level of brave. So you’re wandering back over to the bar to get yourself a new drink and as you stand elbow to elbow with other people waiting to be served drinks, you feel the exact second someone pushes up into you from behind, a hand resting at the small of your back and somehow, without looking over your shoulder, you know it’s him.

The metal rings on his hand feel cool, smooth and heavy against your heated skin. You swallow hard as your brain immediately forgets how to properly function but you do manage to at least turn so that you’re facing him, staring up at him quietly with your head cocked to the side.

You just thought he was tall up on the little makeshift stage. He towers over you up close and personal. The thought prompts slurring giggles, you’re pretty tipsy at this point. Maybe that’s how you end up grabbing hold of the front of his t-shirt to sort of hold yourself upright when a group of assholes shoves around the two of you and throws your balance off.

His hand settles more firmly against the small of your back and you’re pulled against him a little closer. Eddie’s nose fills with the sweet scent of your perfume and he bites back a groan. Gareth wouldn’t shut the fuck up about him at least introducing himself to you, he came over here with a half-assed plan to do that, figuring that he wouldn’t even get the shot. Now you’re melting against him, looking up at him with those big and pretty eyes of yours as you pop little bubbles with a piece of gum you’re chewing.

❝ Hey..❞ you both blurt it out simultaneously, sharing a laugh right after, ❝ My name’s Eddie.. Uh, Eddie Munson..❞ he introduces himself. You repeat his name and if he thought he was harder than concrete when you were catapulted into him just seconds before, it’s nothing compared to the way his name rolls off your pretty little lips the way it does. Soft and sultry. Dazed as you stare up at him. He chuckles. Drags a hand through sweaty brown frizz, his curls have given up the fight in the heat of the stage lighting and the crowded bar. His fingertips dig against the small of your back when you manage to just barely rub against him because you’re swaying just a little. ❝ I’m __.❞ you introduce yourself and as soon as you’ve told him your name, he’s throttled all the way back into the first month of 6th grade.

Right after he hit Hawkins to live with his uncle Wayne permanently. You moved to town the week right after and for whatever reason, the two of you just clicked. He’d been wondering what happened to you lately..

She doesn’t remember you, man. Don’t bring it up. It’ll fuck up everything. It’s better this way. His mind taunts him with it. You’re staring at him intently, lost in thought. Trying to figure out why you feel as if you should know him, that you’ve somehow met before and yet, the more you try to determine where, the more your mind seems to draw complete blanks.

He chuckles quietly. ❝ It’s nice t’ meet you, __. I think I’m gonna help you back t’ your seat, if that’s alright? Kinda looks like you’re havin a little trouble.❞ he nods to the way you’re swaying as you attempt to stand still and smiles at you.

And given the fact that you’ll do anything to feel his hand on your body again, you nod. Laugh as you pop a bubble with your gum. ❝ I don’t always do this. But yeah. I’m just a little bit tipsy.❞

He snickers. Promptly followed by a gulp or two when you melt into him dramatically, your forehead in the front of his t-shirt. He slips an arm around you and as soon as he spots your best friend chatting up his drummer, he gives Gareth just the slightest ‘I told you so’ smirk because Gareth had been wanting to talk to your friend all night, he just kept talking himself right out of going for it.

You’re settled on a stool in front of the stage and Taylor makes her way back over to you as the band begins to set up to continue the show. The rest of the night goes by in a fun blur, you’re at least 80 percent sobered up by the time they play the last song of the night and sadly, you and Taylor are making your way out the door, assuming that you won’t see either man again.

Neither of you realize just how untrue this is going to prove to be until about five minutes later.

Eddie spots you and your friend as the two of you make your way past, laughing with your arms around each other. Moderately sober but still slurring your words and swaying just a little as you pass by. Eddie and Gareth share a look but neither were planning to do anything until Grant speaks up.

❝ Will you two idiots just fucking go? At least see if they’re gonna be okay t’ get home. Our flight out isn’t until 10 am on Monday.❞

Jeff chuckles, glancing from Gareth to Eddie. ❝ Go! Stop standin around here with your thumbs up your asses! I’ve got a hot phone date with the missus and all Grant’s gonna do is watch shitty hotel porn..❞

❝ Fuck you, Jeff!❞ Grant flips off his friend/bandmate and the two share a laugh. Gareth and Eddie share a look and then suddenly, they’re both running. Shoving through a crowd of late-nighters as they make their way out of all the bars that have just given the 2 am last call.

They spot the two of you before you both duck into the diner you usually stop in after a long night at the bar and they clear their throats from behind the two of you.

You and Taylor share a look before turning around, quick enough that you find yourselves body to body with Eddie and Gareth.

❝ Hey.❞ you mumble softly. He chuckles. Bites his lip as he steps up into you even closer, a hand migrating straight to your hip and gently flexing. ❝ Hey.. Where are you two headin? We uh..❞ Eddie stammers, at a loss for words temporarily. It’s Gareth that speaks up after a few seconds of staring at Taylor, ❝ It’s downtown Cleveland.. Pretty sure neither of you should be walkin back all by yourselves…We thought we’d walk with you, right Munson? Earth to Eddie..❞

He’s using the fact that Eddie’s all sorts of dazed, blitzed by you at the moment to poke fun and be a little shit. He can see Eddie’s eyes flash angrily and he chuckles. Eddie mouths that he’s gonna kick the piss out of him later and Gareth merely shrugs. As this is happening, you and Taylor have kind of backed away and you’re talking amongst each other about letting the two men walk you home.

❝ They’re not wrong, _. This place does get crazy around 3 am and it is two entire blocks back to the apartment.. Besides,❞ Taylor points out, ❝ We need to live a little. It’ll be fine.❞

You’re staring a hole through Eddie Munson. And you smile, nodding in agreement when she makes her point. ❝ We’re totally safe.❞ you observe quietly, eyes glued to Eddie Munson. Taylor laughs and nods. ❝ It’s not like this happens all the time and damn it, I wanna have this experience to look back on one day and cherish..❞

The four of you set off in the direction of your edge of campus apartment building, a steady conversation the whole way there.

Everything feels right. Natural. Like you’re exactly where you need to be in this moment.

You’re even a little excited.

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Bits and pieces of the night before - your bodies tangled together, his head buried between your thighs, the way it tasted when you let him cum in your mouth.. Or the way he held onto your hips while he was fucking you deep and slow, that all comes floating back as you roll away from harsh sunlight. Instead of your second pillow, your head settles against hardness and warmth. Your eyes pop open and as soon as you see Eddie lying there, his mouth open and snoring lightly, you’re wide awake. Trying to remember everything.

Ultimately, you give up and curl into him, slipping your legs between his as you go back to sleep. You’re just happy the night before wasn’t a dream and it really happened and Eddie Munson is asleep in your bed in the light of day.

Eddie’s starting to wake up. At first, he’s content to lie there and watch you sleeping, but there’s only so long he can do that and a few minutes later, when you’ve rolled onto your back again, he decides that he’s going to try waking you up.

Rough lips latch against your neck as he settles himself down into you, soft kisses against your warm skin as he bucks himself against you. He knows exactly what he wants right now. He wants to be inside you again.

❝ C’mon sweetheart...❞ he coaxes, chuckling when it’s met with cute little whines as your eyes flutter open. You stare up at him and yawn. He presses himself down into you a little better. You can feel the way his cock is strained at the confines of his underwear. This makes you whimper, rock yourself up into him. ❝ Want me t’ wake you up?❞ he questions and you give him a sleepy grin, nodding.

The Corroded Coffin t-shirt he’d given you at some point the night before is pushed up over your body and it falls from Eddie’s fingertips to the floor. You fell asleep not wearing any panties, so when Eddie starts to work his way down your body, pausing briefly to drag his mouth over your nipples as he buries two fingers deep in your cunt, you moan his name against the shell of his ear, rocking yourself against the way his fingers move inside you with precision, prodding at your spongy soft spot because he thinks it’s cute when you’re about to cum and you’re pinned beneath him and moaning his name like some kind of prayer.

His mouth works it’s way down your abdomen and the closer he gets to your throbbing sex, the more you come alive underneath him, your nails digging into his shoulders as your legs fall apart willingly. Your other hand catches up in thick brown frizz, tugging, fingers dancing over his scalp. His teeth latch onto your mound and you moan out his name a little louder than you mean to seconds later when he turns his attention from leaving his initial marked in your soft skin to sucking your clit as his fingers fuck into you faster. You tense just a little, toes digging into your bedsheets as you rock yourself over his fingers and moan at the way he’s dragging his tongue in tight circles over your clit.

When his tongue joins his fingers inside of you, you gasp and arch upwards. You tug at his hair all over again, just a little harder and he laughs against your pussy. ❝ Pull harder if y’ need t’, princess.❞ he coaxes as he grabs hold of one of your hips, both holding you in place just a little better and angling so that his face is completely buried in between the soft dough of your thighs.

Your head falls back and you’re begging for release. He pauses to look up at you, your juices dripping off his chin and at the corners of his mouth. Then he’s back at it, bridge of his nose bumping against your sensitive sex as he buries his tongue and fingers inside of you even deeper. You’re rocking your hips against his mouth frantically, seeking any friction you can get. Your orgasm is building real fast, you tense up as he mutters against your cunt ❝ Aht aht.. Not yet, sweetheart.❞

He wants to be buried inside of you again so badly that he’s bucking against the mattress because his cock is hard, it’s getting harder by the second and the more he thinks about how good it felt to be buried balls deep inside of you the night before, the more he wants to do it all over again.

And again. And then again.

He’s dreading the fact that the band has to leave town bright and early Monday morning because he doesn’t want to leave you. It’s dumb, it’s way too soon but something about being with you just feels different.

❝ Jesus.❞ he breathes out against your cunt as his tongue drags over your folds before disappearing inside again, ❝You’re so wet f’ me, sweetheart. Fuck.❞

And he can’t take it anymore. He coaxes you into your first orgasm of the day and then he’s working his way back up your body, dragging the back of his hand over his mouth. He’s glad he fell asleep naked the night before, there’s less clothing to be mindful of. As he settles himself down into you, his mouth crashes against yours. You moan into the kiss as the taste of you fills your mouth. He bites your bottom lip, teeth tugging at soft flesh as the tip of his cock teases at entry, pushing against your sex.

As he buries inside of you, you cling to him, your arms around his neck. You meet his deep thrusts clumsily, whimpering when he starts to move faster and bottoms out, cock scrubbing perfectly against your soft spot. You’re clenching around him, he can feel the way you’re shaking just to try and hold your orgasm at bay. ❝ Gonna cum f’ me, sweetheart? Gonna flood my cock?❞ followed by a chuckle as he noses some hair away from your neck and his mouth latches against your skin.

He’s gotten it in his head that if he has to leave you, he’s going to do it covered in his marks. He wants you to remember how much fun your little weekend was come Monday morning when you wake up to an empty bed.

He doesn’t want to leave, but he knows -or he thinks he knows, that if he stays, it’ll never work out. The two of you are a little too different. And maybe, deep down, he thinks you’re too good for him. Maybe he’s afraid that sooner or later, you’d see that yourself and leave him behind. Maybe he wants you to finish what you came to college to finish. Meet a better guy, settle down.

But the thought of you with anyone but him hurts. He’ll deny it with his dying breath, but he can’t stand the fact that he’s going to leave without goodbye come Monday morning.

He pushes it all out of his head. He’d rather focus on now, this perfect moment. You’re caged in below him, your pussy is clinging to his cock, you’re kissing him so soft and those little whines and moans.. You’re repeating his name like a prayer, over and over. Like he’s the only god you want to worship.

❝ – fuck, oh fuck. Shit, sweetheart.❞ Eddie growls out against your ear as he fucks into you slower and deeper, ❝ Takin me s’ good. Fuck.❞ and he breathes in the fading scent of your perfume before adding in a quieter tone, ❝ Wanna cum so bad, princess. So fuckin bad.. Can I?❞

He’s begging to cum inside you and it’s the hottest -and the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard. Your nails dig against his shoulders, crescent imprints left in their wake as you try to meet his hips with yours but you’re clumsy. Drowning in the orgasm that’s threatening to shatter you. ❝ Let go, sweetheart. C’mon, let me feel it. I need t’ feel you, sweetheart.❞

His coaxing is enough. Your orgasm shatters you, leaves you clinging to his body as he fucks you through it and down from the high, straight into his own orgasm a few seconds later. You can feel his hot seed coat your insides and his thrusts come to a slow stop as he melts down into you, pressing his forehead against your tits. Breathing heavy.

❝ Morning, sweetheart.❞ he chuckles as he looks up at you, takes in the fucked out daze you’re in, the way your lips are bruised and swollen from the way he’s been kissing you. And all the marks he left behind.

He’s staring at you as if he wants to commit the way you look pinned below him to memory. You want to ask if there’s any hope for the two of you, if you’re ever going to hear from him again after he leaves town on Monday but you don’t dare. You can’t bring yourself to hear him say this was just a fling because it feels like so much more than that to you.

Things felt too good. Too easy.

He feels like home and you’re filled with dread at the thought that you’re going to lose that when the weekend ends and he leaves town.

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galactic-magick · 3 years

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As Long As I’m With You: Agnes/Agatha Harkness x Reader

Request: Hi, can you please do where Agnes (a villain) saves fem reader's life because she has feelings for her? In the end they end up together // also took some ideas from this request

Summary: You’re accused of witchcraft in your village, and a mysterious beautiful witch comes to your aid.

Words: 2200+

Warnings: fem reader, Agatha is low key evil so she hurts some people, a swear word, reader has an angsty past

Author’s Notes: This can be read as either a standalone fic or as a prequel to my other fic “Spell Practice.” I took quite a lot of creative liberty with this, hopefully that’s alright. Also disclaimer I am in no way a history expert so even though this is set in like the 1500s-1600s it’s probably very inaccurate, but it’s fanfic so anything goes right?

Taglist: @nyx-aira @midnight-lestrange @thestrangeundoing @thegayances @sleep-deprived-athlete @dr-robotnik-said-hella @fallingfor-fics @p-nymph @thelanawinterrs @sunproud (if your tag didn’t work it might be bc your blog isn’t searchable so make sure that’s on so you’re notified of future fics!)

You had no idea how much your life would change when you left your house that day.

It started out with a simple run to the market and the garden to get what you needed for supper that night, a job that almost always falls to you. You don’t necessarily mind getting away from your family and talking to some people in town, but it’s clear that your family doesn’t want you in the house as much as possible either.

It’s gotten to the point where they’re just looking for a reason to get rid of you. You’re a disappointment, after all. You refuse to marry in order to help your family’s status, even though you’ve gotten a couple offers. You counter your parent’s rules and ideas every chance you get, no matter how much they tell you you’re crazy. They belittle you constantly, saying your dreams are worth nothing and you’ll have to be dependent on them forever if you never submit to the role in society you’re supposed to.

Obviously bullying you out of their lives wasn’t working, so they’ve moved on to spreading rumors about you and setting you up for crimes. None have worked yet, of course, but every day you fear they’ll get too close.

Until you get burned at the stake, though, they’ve given you basically every responsibility of the house. You do all the shopping, cooking, and farming, as well as taking care of your younger siblings. You wonder what they’d do without you, despite how much they seem to want you gone.

As you’re buying a few crops and eggs from your neighbors, you swear you see something move. You turn around and see a little boy floating in the air, screaming.

You drop everything in your arms and reach up to him, trying to grab him and help him down, but he keeps flailing, and his screams start to feel directed at you.

“Hey! It’s okay! Let me help you!” you hold your hand up, speaking as calmly as you can. “I’m not going to hurt you,”

“WITCH!” a man yells as he sees you. “SHE’S A WITCH!”

Everyone around turns and watches you.

“No! No! I’m not the one doing this! I’m trying to help!”

“Let him down and maybe we’ll wait to kill you til tomorrow!” someone else demands.

A couple people march towards you to grab you, and all you can think to do is start running.

You race out of the center of town into the trees, and about five men chase after you. You keep going until it feels like your legs are going to give out and you can barely breathe, but they keep coming.

“Please! Please stop! It wasn’t me I swear!” you cry. “I don’t know what was happening!”

“Shut up, girl,” one grunts. “Your father always said there was something wrong with you, makes sense that you’re a witch!”

“What’s so wrong about witches?” a female voice calls.

You and the men spin around, trying to figure out where it came from.

Before you can blink there’s purple smoke surrounding you, and the men are thrown against the trees. They’re knocked unconscious instantly, but you remain standing and untouched.

“Who are you?” you ask, your voice quivering.

“Don’t be afraid, my dear,” the smoke starts to fade and you can make out her silhouette, then eventually her face. “I’m here to help you,”

She’s beautiful. You’ve never seen someone that immediately feels so friendly, so different in all the best ways.

“It’s alright to stare, I know I’m quite a sight,” she laughs. “I’m Agatha,”

“I’m Y/N,”

“Ah, yes, I’m pretty sure I’ve heard of you,” she smiles. “Everyone in the village can barely stand you,”

“Thanks…?” you’re not sure how to respond, especially after all that just happened. “Wait, if you live in my village, why have I never seen you? And how come you’ve never gotten caught using magic?”

“Memory spells, of course,” she shrugs. “Now, let’s get you somewhere safe, alright?”

You nod, and she wraps an arm around you. She takes you deep into the forest until you reach a small house, the glimmer of the fire peering through the windows.

You settle down on a chair while she makes some tea and food. She offers you a blanket and hands you the cup and plate, sitting down across from you.

“So how long have you been practicing magic?” she asks.

“Oh…I…well actually I don’t know how to use any magic,”

“Really? Why were the witch hunters after you then?”

“I was set up, I think,” you say. “There was a little boy floating in the air, and since I was near him they thought it was me. But I wasn’t doing anything,”

“Well,” Agatha sips her tea. “Sometimes magic can manifest itself subconsciously. Maybe you were doing it but didn’t realize it. It’s quite common,”

“But…how would I have magical powers? I’ve never learned it from anywhere,”

“Some people are just born with the gift,” she grins.

You exhale, thinking over what she said. Could it be true? You’ve been a witch all your life without even knowing it?

That night, Agatha conjures another bed for you to sleep in. But even though she made it as comfortable as she possibly could, you can’t get a wink of sleep.

You lift off the blanket and wrap it tightly around you, getting up slowly and quietly. You walk outside and sit against a tree, looking up at the stars.

You’re sure your family has heard the news by now. Their disappointment of a daughter is finally gone, accused of witchcraft. It seems that the foreseeable future will be spent with Agatha, the only safe person you have.

You wonder just how much she already knows about you. She mentioned she’s heard people gossiping about you all the time in town, yet she still saved you after hearing all those negative things.

Why is that?

“Can’t sleep?”

You jump at her voice, and she chuckles a bit at your reaction.

“Sorry,” you sigh. “I just have a lot to think about from today, I guess,”

“No worries,” she sits down beside you. “So do I,”

“Agatha,” you say. “Why did you save me?”

“Us witches have to stick together. I saw you were in trouble, so I saved you,”

“But you knew, didn’t you? You’ve known I was a witch long before this, didn’t you?”

“I had my suspicions,” she agrees. “Whenever I heard people talk about you, I figured you weren’t like everyone else. But I didn’t know for sure until today,”

“I wish you had taken me before,” you huff, a few tears falling down your cheeks. “It’s been so bad, Agatha, feeling worthless just because you’re different, everyone hates you…”

She pulls you into her shoulder, letting you cry into it, “I know, dear, I know,”

It takes you a while to come to terms with your potential powers, but as soon as you’re ready Agatha begins to teach you how to use them. You spend your days studying her spell books and practicing simple spells, most of which you fail at.

She encourages you as much as possible, explaining to you that magic is not something you can learn overnight, sometimes not even over years. She tells you that she’s actually thousands of years old (a surprise to you due to her stunning looks) and she’s been practicing for much of that time, and there’s still some spells she hasn’t mastered.

Your impatience still gets the better of you most days, though. You can’t imagine waiting several centuries to get something to work, if you get it to work at all.

One day you’re sitting at the table, trying out a simple transfiguration spell. You wave your hand repeatedly at a potato, hoping to turn it into an apple. It doesn’t even wobble, not even a single spark, but you’ve been sitting here for hours and don’t want to give up just yet.

You nearly fall asleep from exhaustion when all of a sudden it happens. It works.

There’s an apple in front of you. Not a potato, an apple.

“Holy shit!” you scream. “Agatha! I did it!”

You run over to her and point at your small accomplishment.

“Look at you go, darling!” she smiles, hugging you. “At this rate you’ll be changing rocks into cats before you’re 200!”

You laugh, “Oh come on, this is literally just one of the beginner spells,”

“So what? That’s where everybody starts,”

You break out in giddy excitement again, jumping up and down a bit and looking back and forth just to make sure your creation is still there.

Without thinking, you kiss Agatha quickly on the lips.

She stares at you, mouth open.

Before you can apologize, she grabs your face and kisses you hard. She’s everything you’d imagined and more, soft and warm but with a spark you can’t ignore.

When you finally break apart, her hands linger, brushing across your features and in your hair, “I’ve been waiting to do that,”

Things change after that, but in only the best ways.

Agatha isn’t just your mentor anymore, the only friend who came to your aid.

She’s your everything now, a soulmate, your home.

You tell her all about your life, and she tells you all about hers. As she has significantly more stories to tell, you’ll fall asleep many nights to her whispering all the legends she lived through that no one else knows are true.

She makes you laugh every day, and makes sure you always know how much she cares about you. There’s only so much you can do in your hidden home in the woods, but with magic the possibilities are endless and she’s never short of romantic ideas.

Tonight you find yourself lying your head in her lap while she plays with your hair, close to the fire so you can watch the little shows she creates with the flames.

“What about love?” you ask.

“What about it?”

“Out of all the stories you’ve told me, you’ve never mentioned being in love before,”

“Well,” she sighs. “That’s because I haven’t been,”

“Why not?”

“It’s just never appealed to me,” she says. “Until I met you,”

“Oh,” you grin, looking up at her.

She leans down to kiss you, but you’re broken apart by a loud noise outside.

You shoot up, looking at Agatha in pure panic. Your heart races as the noise gets louder and louder, eventually leading to shouting and knocks at the door.

“WE FOUND YOU!” a booming voice yells.

“Aggie?” you whisper. Everything crumbles around you. Your perfect, happy life, now about to be stolen from you. You have no idea how they found you, if you are about to be dead, if you’ll be able to defend yourself at all.

She kisses you and stands up, “Stay here. I’ll take care of it,”

With a fling of her fingers the door flies open, and the torches the townspeople are holding are burnt out. She smirks, purple smoke covering the area as she goes through them one by one, some just throwing to the side and others suffering a painful death.

She turns their own weapons against them, their own people against them, and makes them regret everything they’ve ever done.

When she returns to you, you’re still in so much shock and panic you couldn’t tell exactly what she was doing.

“Did you…kill all of them?”

“They got what they deserved for threatening us,” she says nonchalantly. “But we’re not safe here anymore. It’s time to find somewhere new,”

“Okay,” you nod as she pulls you against her. “As long as I’m with you,”

“I’ll always protect you, even when you learn enough to protect yourself,” she kisses your forehead. “Always and forever,”

APPROXIMATELY FOUR CENTURIES LATER

“I’m back, darling!” Agatha calls, shutting the door behind her.

“How’d it go?” you run to her, grabbing her hands.

“Splendid, that poor Wanda already loves her new neighbor!”

“Wow,” you giggle. “You know I must say, this whole living in a sitcom thing isn’t that bad, you look gorgeous in that 50s dress,”

“Oh darling, somehow after all this time you still flatter me,” she pretends to fan herself. “I have to go back over real quick, alright? Gotta give her this spicy magazine,” she holds her hand up in the air and magically forms one in her grasp.

“Ah! Be sure to get some ideas to use on me when you get back,” she laugh.

“Oh I will honey,” she winks, kissing you before going out the door.

You settle on the couch, looking around at your home. Out of all the places you’ve moved to together, this was by far the weirdest. There’s no color, and everyone besides you and Agatha and Wanda are under some kind of mind control.

You never imagined that day all those years ago would bring you here, spending your life with a beautiful witch and being her partner in all things, even sinister ones. But you wouldn’t have it any other way, and you know this strange town will only bring you more opportunities to practice your magic and help Agatha with her plans.

#agatha harkness #wandavision #agatha harkness x reader #agnes x reader #wandavision spoilers #wandavision x reader

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mah-gah-lee · 3 years

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What a weird family reunion Reggie x Reader (xLuke)

gif originally posted by @jatpsource

Word Count: 3515 words

Summary: You’re Reggie’s little sister. You were 3 when he died. You’re now a ghost for a decade. One night, you recognize your brother and jumped into him to an unexpected family reunion. How is it going to happen? Will Reggie believe you? In a mysterious way, that’s Luke who help you to convinced Reggie.

Warnings: cuss (language), mention of death, mention of divorce, mention of drugs

A/N: This is my first fic about jatp characters. Hope you’ll enjoy! keep in mind that french is my first language, so i’m so sorry if there’s some mistakes in my fic

disclaimer: It takes place during episodes 6 and 7. I do not take into account the possibility of a Juke. The chemistry while they sing is there but no romantic feelings.

Tagged: @asdfghjkl-fanfics @standingtalllove

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Losing a child is the worst thing a parent could live, losing two is unimaginable. It’s seems being 17 years old was a new malediction in Peters family.

You were 3 when your older brother, Reginald, died in a weird hot dog accident. At that point, your parents were literally a fight away from a divorce but never did it because of you. You were too young to be in a divided family, according to them. But Reggie's death separated them for good. Yet they really tried to support each other, to overcome that and give you all the attention you needed. But your mother overprotected you and made you live in the shadow of your late brother. Your dad couldn't stand it. And when they finally divorce, moving out from reggie’s childhood house, you went to live with your dad.

Even though you were too young to form a strong bond with your brother, in a way you missed him. Your mother’s house was full of pictures of him, some of his clothes were still in a room, dedicated to him. When you visited your mother, you didn’t understand why you always found yourself in this room. You were drawn like a magnet to the comforting room. Reggie’s presence in this new house brought you such a sense of security that your mother had repeatedly found you asleep on a pile of your brother’s T-shirts.

And then you died in 2009. Kanye West had interrupted Taylor Swift's speech at the VMAs, Miley Cyrus hadn't gone crazy yet and One Direction didn't exist yet. What an era! You didn't know why the great light didn't come looking for you but you were there, as a ghost in 2009. And the time has passed ... You've had your best concerts, the best parties. A forever teenager who couldn't eat, drink or sleep.

And then 2020 came.

…

You were tired of always doing the same thing for over a decade, but you couldn't help but go to every open scene that came up in your beautiful city. It was as if an inexplicable force was pushing you to go there.

This evening was no exception to the rule and you were in a very hip little bar in the city center. You wore one of those sleeveless, gray crop tops with high waisted pants, your leather jacket draped over your shoulders. Your eyes were directly drawn to a group of girls in colorful costumes. You couldn't help but roll your eyes. It's been 10 years since you died and it seemed to you that these girls looked like the same plagues that ruined the lives of so many teenagers in your time. You put on an expression of disgust when they all took the stage, but when the music started you couldn't help but admit it was pretty catchy. However, you didn't expect a ghost to appear in the middle of the stage, improvising a choreography. Was that part of the show?

But looking at the audience's non-reaction, you knew it wasn't. The ghost disappeared for the first time, and your gaze sought directly the distinctive light source of another apparition in the room. Your gaze lingered on a small group of three boys - the blond boy included - and two girls. You have wrinkled your eyes to better distinguish the teenagers, and your face expressed confusion.

“Reggie? “

You wanted to go see him so badly. You were pretty sure it was your brother but it all came too fast. The moment you decided to walk towards them, the organizer announced a new band.

“Okay, looks like we're close the night out with one more group…Julie and the fat ones.”

What was that for a name? Your attention had been diverted and when you looked back at the group, the boys had disappeared as one of the young girls took the stage. Your heart was beating so fast. You couldn't go wrong; you had seen so many pictures at your mother's house that it was impossible that this boy was not your brother. But you missed your chance…

Julie started to sing and your eyes were captivated, as much as your ears were. This kid was so talented! When she sang a rather high note, the tension in the room charged into electricity. The next second, the young singer was joined by the group of boys you had seen in her company. Appearing distinctly as the ghosts did. On drums there was the blond boy you had seen dancing a few moments earlier, on the electric guitar, a boy with tousled brown hair who seemed slightly familiar to you ... and on bass, with a flannel shirt, there was your brother ... Reggie was there, identical to the photos you had admired so much.

The bar was on fire as Julie and The Phantoms performed. What a sick name for a group made up of two-thirds of ghosts! The song was so catchy that your heart beat to the sound of the music. But your eyes did not leave your brother, you were unable to move, frozen in place. What should you do ? Will you introduce yourself after the performance? And, what would you say? "Hey hi Reggie, I'm your sister, I died ten years ago and you twenty-five years ago. Unbelievable, right?! Nice to see you again" And once again, before you knew it, the song was over and the boys were gone again, leaving Julie alone on stage in the bewilderment of the many people in the facility.

“for God's sake, where are they?”

You didn't want to miss it anymore. Even though the whole situation was strange, you wanted to see your brother again.

Your eyes flew over the room before seeing the scene play out before your eyes. Julie seemed petrified in front of a man. The boys watched in amazement and as Julie left with what appeared to be her father, you rushed over to the group of three musicians before they disappeared again.

“omg please don't poof out again.” You said almost out of breath

The boys looked at you like you were crazy before the guitarist jumped off the bar counter, bursting with energy.

"Wait, you can see us?"

“as much as when mister "all eyes on me" made his performance”, you were pointing your head at the blond boy.

The group looked at each other in puzzlement and Reggie finally spoke, his blue eyes full of mischief.

“So…hi there cutie, how can we help you?”

Your face expressed disgust and you stuck your tongue out mimicking vomiting.

Luke gave Alex an amused smile, seeing Reggie flirting and your spontaneous reaction. The bassist couldn't help but charm the pretty ladies.

“Wow Reggie, that's gross ... you're my brother.”

Reggie burst out laughing at your response, not noticing that you called him by his first name when he hadn't even introduced himself to you yet.

“Yeah right, for sure. You just could tell me you weren’t interested. But I’m charming...”

It was the first time he had been given such an excuse but you looked so serious that he stopped dead in his tracks as Luke and Alex watched you. They always knew Reggie had a sister. But the scene unfolding before their eyes seemed impossible. (Y / N) was so young when they died and now must have been around 28, something like that. But the girl in front of them was a teenager, their age. How was this possible?

You didn't want to drop the information like that. It was worse than anything you could have imagined. But it had escaped you. Now he didn't take you seriously. Your eyes were wet with tears. It was scary to find you in front of your brother for the first time as a ghost teenager. Luke looked panicked when he noticed your eyes, squeezing Reggie's shoulder as you seemed to beg.

“Can I ... can I meet you in a quieter time please, Reginald?”

Your brother's eyes widened as Luke's hug on his shoulder tightened a bit. The eagerness and desperation in your voice had made both boys react, Alex was just looking at all of you like all of this wasn't real. The use of Reggie's name made him tense, surprised. Few called him Reginald. In fact, only his family, and the boys when they wanted to annoy him, called him that way. And although his nickname is obvious enough to deduce his

full first name, he deeply felt that you weren't just anyone.

He seemed a little panicked and looked around for his friends to support him. As if the solution would fall by itself just by the presence of Luke and Alex.

“Okay, but I want Luke and Alex’s there! What about tomorrow? I’ll give you the address!”

Wow, that was quick.

“hm, yeah, yeah sure, as you want”

You nodded and Reggie silently slipped a note to the drummer. Alex took a pen, write something on a paper towel and gave it to you. You weren’t surprise, you also can make some tricks. And you just had the time to thanks them before they poofted again.

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The next day, you landed in front of Julie's garage. Lucky she's at school because you shouldn't be explaining your presence, so she managed to see you the way she saw boys.

Before entering, you peeked out the window and frowned. There seemed to be only Luke so far. He was leaning over the piano, his head in a notebook. Your body went through part of the garage door and you cleared your throat.

“hmm, hi ... i came to see Reggie ..”

Luke instantly raised his head and you caught his attention.

“oh uh, hi! He should be here soon, come in.….”

Silence felt as Luke motioned for you to sit on the couch. It was a rather pleasant studio; the plants gave a warm atmosphere to the room and the music set sent you good vibes.

"Does your girlfriend mind that I'm here? I mean, that seems to be your HQ"

"girlfriend?"

"The girl you sing with" I simply said.

"Julie? Um, yeah, she's not my girlfriend. She-sh-she’s great and we have this powerful connection but…not, not in a romantic way. Music tied us. Music and friendship "

Luke chuckled lightly as he scratched his head. You were surprised they weren't dating. Yesterday the tension was intense. He seemed authentic when he had continued his momentum. You let out a smile amused by so much overflow.

“It's okay, I don't need to know your full relationship statute or your social security number.”

The guitarist gave you a frank smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement. For a ghost, his gaze was really alive.

“ I’m Luke, by the way”

"Y / N… Re .."

"Reggie's little sister… I-I remember you a little."

"You look familiar to me. Maybe I saw you in a few pictures with Reggie."

Silence fell and you started to feel anxious. Maybe it was a bad idea? You had grown up since Reggie died ... were you still his little sister after all? Luke seemed to notice your dismay and put a comforting hand on your knee.

“hey, is something bothering you?”

“What if he doesn't believe me ... if he definitely thinks I'm not his sister.”

“Let's be honest, it's a little hard to believe. The last time I saw you, you were three years old.”

It was as if the memories flooded into your mind and let you carried away in your words.

“Yeah, you gave me this teddy bear with a guitar and told Reggie you wanted to be my favorite.”

Luke chuckled slightly before staring at you, speechless. He seemed dazed. This anecdote dates back to twenty-five years anyway. He himself had a hard time remembering it until you said it a few seconds earlier.

“what was the smell of the stuffed animal?” he asked, confused about that funny fact

“sorry, what?”

“the plush, what did it smell like?”

“hot waffle, why?”

“okay ... maybe you are his sister ... tell me more about what you remember”

You looked at him with a puzzled expression. Everything had been so natural before he stopped in all the movements. And now, it was hard to think about for the memories you had of Reggie on demand. The teddy bear given by Luke story had slipped out of your mind without you realizing it. As your brain seemed to boil, the fog of your thoughts cleared.

“can I use your guitar?”

“hell no ... why?” Luke exclaimed with far too much anticipation

“I have this lullaby stuck inside of my head ... I think Reggie sang it to me when I was a child”

Your pleading and desperate gaze fell on Luke who categorically refused to let you take his guitar. He ends up grabbing his six acoustic strings, terminated. There was something about you that made him weak.

“Maybe you can teach me but ... my guitar is my guitar, nobody touches it.”

You nodded and the lead singer moved closer to you. You were stunned by its smell, like a distant memory. Luke had definitely been a part of your life before he died, you were sure of that. You leaned over her shoulder, humming the lullaby that was left in your head. It didn't take long for him to find the right chords. Luke continued several times before you stopped singing, looking at him intently.

“that's exactly it ... this lullaby”

You both looked at each other, an indecipherable expression in your eyes. You both jumped at the sound of the garage door. Reggie appeared with Alex.

"Ready to compose hellish songs! oh did I interrupt something?”

"No, no I was there to see you. I guess you have a lot of questions."

"hell yeah, can we start from the beginning?"

You smiled to approve his request. The boys settled down on the sofa, while you sat down on one of the single armchairs. And the flow of questions began

“When are you born?”

“(your birthday date) 1992” you simply answered.

“What’s your name?”

(y/n) (y/m/n) Peters

It’s seemed to convinced a little Reggie but doubt was all over his face. It was information you could easily get on the internet nowadays.

“What’s my favorite food?”

“Pizza, mom said your favorite was the extra cheese with pepperoni”

“And what was my favorite toy?”

“I freaking don’t know, how can I suppose to known that?”

“ah ah!” he pointed the finger at you, as if that answer was proof that you were lying. It broke your heart but you didn't show it.

Instead, you rolled your eyes and Reggie kept going to ask you some question. Of course, you would have liked to have answered his questions correctly. Your mother told you some anecdotes about him but not to the point of knowing all the details.

“What’s the most terrible thing I said to my mom?”

“Omg I don’t fucking know! I was 3 when you’re died, asshole!”

Luke smiled when you exploded. Reggie was Reggie, as weird as possible. Now you were angry and desperate. Your brother didn’t believe you and he kept dragging you into this miserable feeling that you were never going to get your brother back. You had spent your short life living with a faint memory of him. Your blankie was one of his t-shirts, his voice reasoned in your head when you couldn’t sleep.

But then, in front of him, you were a stranger to him. Your heart was bruised from not being able to hug him and to finally meet this brother who had left far too soon.

“Okay, okay… So, how can you proof me you’re really my sister?! “

In the room’s corner, Luke looked at you, you looked desperate, about to cry again. He grabbed his guitar and cleared his throat. Reggie turned to him as the guitarist still had his eyes on you, a heartwarming smile hanging across his face. You had managed to convince him in a few minutes. He felt connected to you and the things you told him were disturbing. You could only be Reggie's sister; it was impossible otherwise.

"Hey…What about the song you told me earlier." he said with a soft and comfort voice

Your eyes caught his gaze, grateful for the initiative. You nodded and Luke started playing the few notes you had taught him a few minutes earlier. It was so different from all the songs the brunette could play before. It was a lullaby, such easy children's music with just a few notes. Of course, the band wasn’t supposed to play when Julie wasn’t in the room but, Luke had thought it was the best thing to do to encourage you to keep going. He didn’t know why, but he wanted Reggie to believe you. Luke believed you, hard as nails. There only had to look at your eyes to understand this reality, and Luke had noticed that. You had the same blue eyes as your brother. How could Reggie still doubt that? You started to sing

You're so sleepy

Very much sleepy

You want to go to the fairyland

You close your eyes

And jump into your dream.

When you'll wake up

I’ll still be on your team.

The instant Reggie heard the first notes, he knew. But hearing you sing the lullaby he had invented for you when you didn't want to sleep as a child, was a magical moment. You were his baby sister. He gave you that sad little puppy face, so overwhelmed. Reggie opened his arms and you jumped into a hug, so glad he finally accepted the fact that you were his sister.

You felt oddly safe again, like taking a nap in Reggie's pile of old t-shirts. You were so happy to find your brother and to be able to live your non-life by his side. Nothing would be as boring as it used to be. Reggie pushed you away with a concerned look

"but wait ... how did you die?"

"Yeah ... I don't really know ... I was at a really, really good rock concert and I bought this drink ... and I think I got drugged up there and ... I guess I'm dead? tadaa " you tried to tell him in a light tone.

He had just learned that he had a little sister. He didn't have to know that she was sneaking out at rock concerts and drinking alcohol before she was old enough. Right? Alex looked at Luke and Reggie with his half amused half confused smile. As for Luke, he fidgeted from foot to foot at the discovery. Y / N was as much rock and roll as they all were. Rebellion had to be his middle name

You loosened Reggie's embrace and lowered your head, pursing your lips so as not to show your embarrassment. He asked if you wanted snacks and you nodded. There was a slight silence. You didn't notice the urgent look Luke gave Alex but the next moment the blond jumped up to accompany the bassist, leaving you alone in the garage with the lead singer.

The silences were a little longer until Luke cautiously approached you. You could feel the awkwardness from miles away.

“ Sooo, you made this.”

“ yeah ...” you answered in a shy voice

It was the moment you had to thank him but your words seemed frozen. You mustered all the courage to plant your gaze in Luke's eyes.

“Thank you ... for helping me earlier.”

“oh it was nothing”.

“I ... yes, yes it was. You can't imagine how important seeing Reggie again is to me. Thanks for ... for helping me open his eyes.”

A slight smile caught his lips and he reached for your cheek before stopping his gesture. Instead of stroking your skin, he simply put a section of your hair back behind your ear.

“I would do anything for my best friends.”

And Reggie was definitely one of Luke’s best friend. You hardly swallowed, your stomach contorting under the effect that the guitarist made you. Time had seemed to fly at an incredible speed as the moment was interrupted by Reggie and Alex coming back to you.

“OMG LUKE DON’T FLIRT WITH MY SISTER, SHE’S 3!”

You cleared your throat and stepped aside to pull yourself away from Luke as far as possible. Your gaze fell on your brother and you raised an eyebrow at the last remark. 3 years old, really? You were 3 years old twenty-five years ago ... now you were eternally a teenager

“I’m seventeen.”

“Listen, i'm your big brother, you’re three, end of discussion.”

Your face wanted to laugh and you pursed your lips to keep from succumbing. But your eyes… Your eyes met Luke's in a complicity that slowly settled. Could you fall in love with your big brother's best friend? Definitely yes...

#jatp #jatp cast #jatp cast x reader #jatp imagines #jatp fic #julie molina #luke patterson #alex mercer #reggie peters #reggie x reader #reggie peters x reader #luke patterson x reader #charlie gillespie #jeremy shada #writing #owen patrick joyner #madison reyes

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lucascsinclairs · 2 years

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So about Lumax in that poster

I said I had a lot to say about poster Lumax so here we go! First of all I’m so surprised and happy to see them right front and center! I’ve gotten so used to seeing them off to the side somewhere and in the scene but not really as the center of attention (just look at my series of giffing every lumax scene, there’s a lot of zooming and cropping and picking up crumbs hahaha), so seeing them at the front of the poster made me really happy! And I can’t help but wonder if their positioning on the poster could tell anything about their role in season 4. It could very well be that they’re just placed there without much bigger thought, but let me look way too much into it for just a bit. The way they’re positioned on the poster reminds me of Mike and El in the s3 new year’s poster; the two of them were also placed in the middle foreground, El turning back to look at “the camera” and Mike turned to look at her. Max and Lucas mirror those same poses in this poster. S3 had a big focus on Mileven’s storyline (however poorly executed or not) so could this be a hint that there will be an actual Lumax plotline this season? I really hope so!

Focusing more on the direction they're both looking in the poster, I couldn't help but note that Max is pretty much the only character that's so clearly looking back at the viewer (Hopper is also looking back a bit but not as clearly, and the rest of the characters are looking to the side or just forward.) This touches on something that @sinclairsmayfield also just talked about in their post. Max being the only one that's literally looking back while pretty much all the rest of the characters are looking forward could signify her not being able to move forward like they are, still heavily affected by the Battle of Starcourt. Her looking away from everyone else could also show her becoming isolated from them, something we've heard hints about. She's also wearing headphones which could also show her isolating herself from the world. Then when we look at Lucas, he's half looking back, which could signify that he's moving forward but still held back a bit. And most of all, he's looking right at her, which could signify him moving forward like the others but still checking up on her and wanting to make sure she's okay. But, being so focused on the past, she can't see it. Ugh, I can feel the angst already!

It does seem like they're headed for some kind of conflict this season, just judging by the Creel House teaser as well as hints and leaks and theories I’ve seen floating around. And I could see it centering around Max struggling to move on from the Battle of Starcourt or just coping with it, and isolating herself from her friends in the process. And Lucas would be worried about her, trying to help her but not really knowing how, and that, on top of all the new things he's got going on this season, could bring that conflict between them.

All in all, I really hope that all the little signs we’ve seen of Lumax (together, as well as Lucas and Max separately) actually getting some focus this season are correct. Both characters have so much potential for character focus and development and are played by great actors that would be well-deserving of the spotlight. It’s highly likely that the possible storyline they get will be filled with angst, but I’m more than okay with that, just as long as we get to see more of them.

#st theory #st4 #lumax #st4 hiatus #i'm probably reaching heavily here #but it's just so nice to see them again #i couldn't help it #what are your guys' thoughts on poster lumax or them in s4 in general?#i'd love to hear them!#max mayfield #lucas sinclair #st4 spoilers #maybe?#just tagging to be safe

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ssw | juice ortiz ; when he can't go any deeper | m

Notes:

Okay so here's the thing.. This is a bit of a glimpse into the future / what if for a fic I'm about to start writing.. well, re-writing. Despite me knowing jack fuckall about strip clubs / exotic dancing / how to describe someone giving or getting a lapdance or pole work, I got the idea to have Hazel working two nights a week in a club, idk why.. Anyway.. The idea wouldn't leave me alone so here we are, loves.

Also.. I'm no longer just dipping my toes in the filth pool anymore. I went all in with this, oops rip. If anyone wants me to actually write the fic I have in mind for this... Pls.. I beg.. LMK.

Prompts:

taken from either [ HERE ] or [ HERE ] give or take. It could be one or the other or a mix of both at my own choosing.

kiss me up against the wall // moan my name as you come // when he can't go any deeper. - those were all the inspiration / prompts for this.

Fandom / Character:

Sons Of Anarchy / Juice Ortiz x Teller Morrow!OFC, Hazel

Fics Hazel can be found in:

None..Yet.

** the one I've used her in is being discontinued to do a rewrite.**

Warnings:

No minors, full stop. There is NSFW / adult content ahead. If you're underage, this was not meant for you -nor should you be reading this. If you choose to stick around after my warnings, this is strictly a you thing and it's not my problem or fault.

If you choose to go on and read this, these are the things present you need to be aware of: stripper!ofc - I admit.. I really am not too sure on how strip clubs operate, so.. if I'm wrong, sorry. lap dancing. thigh riding. body fluids tw. unprotected sex. That's pretty much it.

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I swear I wanted to melt into the floor when I happened to glance out in the crowd and see Juice Ortiz sitting in the back with his eyes glued to the stage. I froze where I stood behind the curtain peering out and for a good five seconds, I heavily contemplated just bolting out the back door of the club.

But if I did that, I’d be out of the killer tips I’ve been told I could get dancing at this place. I wouldn’t have an outlet to express myself freely, either.

,, I had to know this would happen sooner or later. Charming is a small town and the guys from Samcro do come to this club. Even taking the audition and showing up tonight was me, taking a huge risk… So I had to know this would’ve happened at some point if I actually get the gig.” the thought came and I took three deep breaths. The hope was that I’d center myself.

Spoiler alert… it did not happen.

But I did catch sight of a brunette wig. And I convinced myself that between the wig and the dim lighting and the fact that Juice was so far away from the front of the club where I’d be dancing on the stage, he wouldn’t figure it out.

I’d just finished putting on the wig when the club owner cleared his throat and nodded to the curtains in front of me. “You’re up, kid. Do this right and Tuesdays and Thursdays are yours. Fuck it up and you can forget ever getting a chance to try again.”

I scoffed at him for a second or two but he stared me down, humorless.

My favorite Motley Crue song began to play and I stepped through the curtain. Out onto the stage and just as I did, I happened to see that prick AJ Weston and the guy who bought one of the shops downtown making their way to the table right in front of me.

My stomach dropped.

Those cold and emotionless eyes locked on me and he smirked. Nodding to me and leaning in to the shop owner. His best buddy or whatever. I don’t try and keep up with whose pissed off my father day by day, so I didn’t exactly know names.

All I did know was that for whatever reason, my mother’s scared to death of AJ Weston. She thinks she hides it, but she doesn’t. And my mother is not a woman who scares easily.

Suddenly, my biggest worry wasn’t Juice sitting in the back of the club anymore. It was the prick sitting right in front of the stage. I strutted out on the stage, not bothering to make eye contact with AJ Weston, no matter how hard I could feel him staring at me, willing me to do so. I tore off the cropped leather jacket I wore over my favorite red lace bra and after twirling it in the air a time or two, I tossed it onto the stage, hitting the floor. Writhing. Arching my back and crawling around, whipping my hair around to the song playing. I kept away from the center of the stage because I did not want to lock eyes with AJ Weston. I literally had zero desire.

The crowd was starting to get into it. I started to feel that rush like I used to feel when I danced in Las Vegas. I completely forgot about AJ Weston, thankfully. And what started off as a bumpy dance got smoother. Even more so when I found myself searching the crowd. Finding Juice in the back and locking eyes with him. That seemed to cut out a lot of my nervousness.

My hands drifted down my body, and I caught myself pretending they weren’t my hands but Juice’s. Just the thought of him feeling me up, his hands pinning my hands over my head. Pressing into me. The way he’d feel strained against those baggy jeans when he bucked against me in the heat of the moment. I used my dirty mind to fuel the dance. Letting my hands wander down to the waistband of my leather pants, working them down.

The crowd was really getting vocal now. They usually do when the clothing starts to actually come off. My stomach fluttered nervously when I locked eyes with Juice in the back of the club and I actually saw the way what I was doing on stage was affecting him.

He sat up a little straighter in his seat. Spread his legs a little. Squirming around. He nursed a glass of whiskey and his eyes wandered up and down my body slowly. When I hit the floor and started to writhe around, my back arching and my ass up in the air, he bit his lip. Watching intently. Rubbing his chin in thought.

Out towards the front of the club, right in front of me, I heard AJ swearing. Laughing out loud. I wanted to strangle the asshole, especially when he really got started with all his stupid filthy commentary as if he were mocking me, as if he were somehow better than this place even though he was willingly sitting here, of his own volition… But I went back to blocking him out. Focusing all my attention on Juice all over again instead.

Imagining what I’d do if I truly had half the nerve. What I’d let him do to me if I weren’t so damn afraid of falling in love with a Samcro man.

Because if I were going to love one, I’d choose him. Hands down. If I were ever to settle, I’d want to settle with Juice Ortiz.

My song was nearing an end. My dance was slowing down. I made my way up the pole again, grinding it as I inched up it. Slowly. Seductively as I could... Eyes locked on Juice the entire time as I flipped myself upside down and started to wind around the pole, spinning slowly with my arm outstretched as the other arm gripped the pole to hold myself. And just before the official end of my song, I dropped to the ground, crawling away from the pole. Towards the front of the stage, bolder. Getting closer in the hopes I could at least get a little better look at Juice’s face because I was dying to see the expression on it right now.

I smirked in his direction and gave a teasing wink as I pulled myself off the floor and slunk towards the red velvet curtain separating the back of the club from the front.

“Stormy Knight, ladies and gentlemen. If anyone wants the VIP experience, find Vinnie.” the announcer called out over the rowdy crowd. I was just about to reach for the doorknob on the door that lead into the dressing room when a throat cleared behind me.

“Not bad, kid. If you can bring that every single Tuesday and Thursday, gigs yours.” the club owner was standing there, smirking. He almost looked like he felt bad for doubting me in the first place. He added casually, “Had three guys come to me about VIP dances. I usually leave all that to my girls to work out. That’s extra dough in your pocket, makes no difference to me. I know half of ya have extra mouths to feed.”

I eyed him, my mouth falling open.

“Three guys? Like.. altogether?”

“No, no.. Two were together. One was by himself. Belonged to one of the MCs. Just do me a favor and at least attempt to obey club rules, kid. Don’t go gettin knocked up on the clock.” the man laughed and I took a deep breath.

At best, I figured that the biker in question was probably one of the Mayans I’d seen sitting towards the middle of the club.

I was pretty damn sure I knew exactly who the two men were and after mulling it over because it seemed as if my new boss was awaiting a decision from me, I decided I wanted no part of the risk of having to give AJ Weston and his slimy friend a private show.

“I’ll take the biker tonight, man. I’m not feelin up to a three way.”

The owner nodded and mused thoughtfully, “Good idea, kid.. That one guy out of the two of ‘em looked like his elevator didn’t go all the way to the top floor. I’ll go get your biker and bring him back. You got room 3. That was Gina’s old room.” before walking away, disappearing out into the front of the club again.

“Please god… at least let it be the J.D Pardo look alike if it’s one of the Mayans.” I muttered to myself, not daring to get my hopes up that it’d be Juice.

A throat cleared from behind me. I nearly shit myself when I heard Tig Trager mumble with a laugh, “Okay Ortiz. Go get your girl.” before walking away. I did not dare turn around until I knew Tig was long gone.

“Stormy, huh? That’s one hell of a name, baby girl.” he mused aloud.

I turned around slowly. Found myself body to body with him. He was staring down at me intently, licking his lips. Chuckling as he shook his head and leaned in a little closer to whisper, “Does daddy know you dance, Hazelynn? Because if he’d been here… Seen all that…” he fanned himself and gave me a teasing smirk.

My mouth dropped open.

“How? How’d you know?” I stammered out.

“I saw your car parked outside… Life pro tip, princess.. If you wanna keep this a secret, I’d suggest parking around back. Or catching a ride. Because your car? Kind of hard to forget.” Juice’s hand settled on my hip and he pulled me just a little closer. His eyes dipped down, settling on my lips, a quiet groan coming when his intent stare made me lick my lips and fidget a little.. Melting against him a little before I could stop myself from doing it. Giving a sheepish laugh as I glanced up at him.

“Your secret’s safe with me. Relax.” he chuckled. He must have felt how tense my body was as I pressed against him. I let out a shaky breath. Parts of me wanted to ask the logical question, if he came here a lot, but also, at the same time parts of me definitely didn’t want to know. Those parts of me knew that if I did ask and he said he did, I’d get just a little jealous. Because it already happened whenever I’d see him at the bar and he’d have Croweaters flocking to him.

“Guess I owe you a VIP.” I teased gently, nodding towards the door with the gold star and the black number 3 painted on it. I reached down, grabbing hold of his hand, starting to lead him in the direction of the room.

“If you don’t wanna do this…” Juice frowned slightly and acted like he was going to walk away, but I stopped him. Made him look at me.

“It’s fine. It’s part of the job.” I gave him a reassuring smile as I opened the door to the room, stepping inside. Letting him step inside.

He closed the door behind him and we found ourselves body to body all over again. He muttered quietly, “Confession… I saw that Weston asshole and his idiot friend talking to the owner about a VIP dance with you so I went over and offered more money.”

Between the goofy little shit eating grin he gave me as he said it and the fact that he did that because he knows the guy creeps me right the fuck out, I was blown away. Before I could stop myself, I rose to tiptoe, gently pressing my lips against the corner of his mouth. “You’re an actual angel come to Earth, sir. You have definitely earned that dance.” I muttered softly as I pulled back to look up at him.

He bit his lip and my eyes followed the movement helplessly.

If I thought I was making myself wet on stage with my own dirty imagination, it was nothing compared to how wet I got when I locked eyes with him and realized that he was fully aware that I’d been staring at his mouth like a proper idiot.

I stepped close to him again and placed my palm on the front of his cutte, gently shoving him so that he settled in the chair right behind him.

Right away, his hands went to my hips. I lowered my hands, pushing his hands back down as I shook my head. “No touching. Club rules, Juice.”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, sorry.” he gave an awkward laugh and I giggled softly. Sinking down into his lap slowly.

Maybe I was slightly exaggerating out in the hallway when I told him I could do this and made it seem like it wasn’t a big deal. The second I settled in his lap and started to grind against it, I could feel myself dripping just a little more. I rose up slightly and he sucked in a breath. His knuckles went white with the way he was gripping the arms of the chair. His eyes were absolutely glued to me and I smirked. Teasing a little. Acting as if I’d take off the cropped leather jacket over my bra only to pull it back up.

The third time I did this, he growled quietly. Bucked himself against me. When I whimpered and grinded myself down harder against his lap, he muttered in a heated whisper, “You feel what you’re doing to me right now, baby girl?”

Oh. I felt it alright. The way he strained at his jeans, cock still twitching and growing harder and harder. The little friction I was allowing myself wasn’t enough. My cunt was throbbing and I was getting so wet that I was pretty sure when I finished giving him his lapdance the poor guy was going to have a wet spot on his jeans.

“Mhm.” I answered in a daze, leaning in so that my lips brushed against the shell of his ear and my tits rubbed right against him. He whimpered and bucked into me all over again and when I slipped out of his lap, he frowned. I hit my knees, parting his legs. Staring up at him from where I kneeled on the floor and he shifted in his seat, gripping the arms of the chair tighter when I started to rise up. Swaying my hips side to side. Leaning in. Rubbing against him as much as I could get away with. Oh, I was definitely using this little VIP dance he paid for as an excuse to do as much touching and teasing as I thought I could get away with.

All those urges to touch him I normally kept at bay were finally being allowed free reign and it felt so good.

I settled on his lap again. He let out a long and shaky breath and we locked eyes. He was staring at me like he wanted to ask me something or he wanted to say something but he wasn’t sure how.

“What’s up?” I asked quietly.

“Nothin, it’s nothin.” he said it quickly. Too quick. I gripped his cutte and pulled him in closer. My mouth inching dangerously close to his as I muttered against it, “Whatever you want to say, say it. Trust me. I can handle it.”

“Okay, you asked for it.” he muttered. After a second or two of staring at his lap, he looked up at me again and asked quietly, “Did you wanna dance for me?”

“I got the owner to come get you, didn’t I?” my heart was beating faster. I thought it’d jump right out of my chest. I did my best to play as cool and casual as I could but every single part of me wanted to tell him that dancing was not all I wanted to do for him.

“I know that… what I mean is.. Forget it.” he went quiet. Looked down again and I gripped his jaw, making him look up at my face. “Eyes up here, Ortiz.” I teased gently, my smile falling away when I saw the serious and somber look in his eyes. I scooted away a little, an attempt to give him some space. Settling myself over his thigh instead of fully positioned on his lap as I had been.

“Talk to me.” the words left my mouth in a whimper as I pressed myself right against his thigh, rocking my throbbing sex back and forth over it. Getting wetter and wetter with each second that passed. And the ache. Oh god, the ache. I was on the brink of frustrated tears. And I couldn’t break down, I couldn’t act anything less than totally professional, because this was my night job and I was on the clock but God.. did I ever want to.

He spread his legs wider and took a deep breath. Trying not to touch me, but I could tell with the way he kept raising his hands only to put them back down on the arm rests of the velvet covered chair he sat in that he wanted nothing more than to do that very thing.

And the thought of those hands on me had me flooded in a split second. If there was any doubt before that I’d leave a wet spot behind on his jeans at the end of this dance, there wasn’t going to be by the time it was over.

Anticipation and desire had my stomach coiled tightly. I wanted, more than anything, to be able to pick up with this back home… Behind closed doors. Just him and I.

But I knew that tonight was most likely just going to be an awkward little secret. Kept between two friends. And it bothered me, because I wanted so much more than that but I was afraid to cross lines and let myself have that… I doubted it was even an option anyway because I just didn’t think Juice even saw me like that.

Sure, we flirted now and then, but nothing ever came of it.

God, did I want it to.

This heavy tension seemed to settle in all around us and I picked up on it. Juice groaned quietly, and after he nearly broke the no touch rule again and very nearly reached out to grab hold of my ass and rock me against his thigh faster, I leaned in.. Pressed against him as I continued to grind against his leg and muttered against his ear, “Most guys put their arms behind their head… Til they’re used to not being allowed to touch.. They get verbal too…” my words hitching in my throat, rushing out over each other breathlessly.

He raised his hands, locking them behind his head. Sprawling back against the chair. It seemed to help ease the tension built in his body too, because I felt him sort of melting into the chair a little and I smiled.

“C’mon.. Tell me what you want me to do.” I coaxed, fixing my eyes on him and biting my lip when I immediately found myself getting sucked far too deep into his gaze.

“Touch yourself.” he muttered. Raising up a little. Leaning forward. “Touch yourself for me, baby girl… Like you were when you were dancin out front.”

I let my hands wander.

They were shaking slightly and I just hoped to God that it wasn’t noticed.

Juice took a few shaky breaths and bucked a little in the seat. “Come closer.. Get on my lap.”

I moved so that I was straddling his lap and the way his cock strained against his jeans and I tried to stop myself, but as I started to rock myself back and forth over it, I whimpered quietly. My breath caught in my throat a time or two and my heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to beat out of my chest.

“I normally don’t buy dances if I come here.” he muttered quietly, shattering through my own current internal struggle.

Knowing this relaxed me a little. It was obvious he didn’t just going off the way he acted, but.. I still wondered. Some guys like to pretend it’s their first lap dance because it gets them going.

I’m not here to judge anyone.

I mean.. I have a good paying day job as a legal assistant and here I am.. Dancing two nights a week whenever I can find a club to take me just so I have some form of release.. Just so I can feel intimacy that for whatever reason, I tend to deny myself in reality.

I almost asked him why, but I remembered what he told me out in the hallway about outbidding AJ because he knew the guy scared me. And I stopped myself, even though parts of me hoped there was more to it than that.

My hands moved over my chest and I rocked myself over him faster. My breath catching in my throat as I felt myself rushing straight into an orgasm I’d been trying like hell to hold back the whole time we’d been in the VIP room.

I could feel my body burning up under his gaze and he leaned in again. Muttered breathlessly against my ear, “If you’re nervous..”

“It’s fine.” I pretended to brush it off. I acted as chill about doing this for him as I possibly could.

“Turn away.. I wanna watch you movin from behind, baby girl.” he muttered. The request caught me by surprise a little, but I kind of realized that he was doing it more for me than for himself.

I did what he asked, turning in his lap so that I faced away. My eyes caught his in the reflection of the mirrored wall in front of us. As I started to rock my ass over his bulge, he growled quietly. Bucking himself up into me. Biting his lip as he did it three more times. Muttered in a lust filled daze “Fuck yeah, baby girl.. Work that ass.”

Just the way he said it had me dripping all over again.

“Faster.” he panted, bucking himself up into me all over again. Harder.

I tried not to, but I found myself imagining that he was taking me from behind. A fist full of my hair and my tits pressed right against the mirrored wall in front of us. And I rocked myself back and forth over his cock, pressing down even harder. Moving even faster. Almost close to a blinding orgasm.

“Fuck.” I swore quietly.

Juice sat up in the chair. Pressing his chest into my back. Muttering against my ear, “ Did you wanna dance for me like this?”

“Juice, I told you already.” my head fell back and my eyes fluttered open and shut. I squeezed my tits and rolled my hips faster. My breath came in short pants because I was so close to an orgasm that I was throbbing. He was leaning in again to whisper. “What I mean is if this wasn’t your job.. And it was just me and you… Would you wanna..” he rocked himself against me all over again. Harder. With more urgency as he swore under his breath and muttered that if I kept it up, he was going to come all over himself.

“ Turn around facin me.” he panted, his lips brushing against my ear and sending a shiver rushing through me. I turned back around in his lap to face him. Raising up a little. Teasing him by putting my tits at level with his mouth. Squeezing them together before lowering my hand. Toying with the waistband of my leather pants. Teasing him like I’d take them off.

“ Tease.” he pouted up at me.

“ That’s kind of what you’re paying me for right now, Juice.” I gave a soft laugh as I tucked a finger beneath his chin. Pulling his mouth dangerously close to mine. He licked his lips in anticipation and when he did, his tongue brushed right against my mouth. I whimpered helplessly.

And I just barely kept myself from exploding.

“You’re tensin up on me, Haze… Somethin wrong?” Juice asked quietly.

Looking at me as if he were bracing himself for something bad to be said.

By this point, I was so caught up in the moment, in the way it felt to grind myself against his cock and get out all these long denied urges to touch him to my hearts content.. It slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it.

“Honestly? I’m a breath away from coming and this never.. Ever… happens to me when I’m givin a private dance.” my words came in a breathless rush and as soon as I realized what I’d just said, I lost my groove for a second or two. Slowing down. Trying to pull myself together.

Hoping to God that I didn’t just make things awkward for him and I in the future because I’d rather have him as a friend than not have him at all.

His mouth opened and closed and his hands gripped the arm rests again. Tighter.

“Do you know how hard it is for me? Feelin you dancin on my cock like this? Knowin I.. Knowin that this is probably as close as I’m ever gonna get? Fuck… If I were ever lucky enough to have you all to myself, baby girl...”

His words caught me by surprise. My heart fluttered a little and I swallowed hard. Going still in his lap just to stare at him.

The lights getting brighter and the music in the room going quiet had both of us jumping apart. I realized that probably meant my time in the room was done and before I could give myself a chance to back out, I slipped off his lap and held out my hand to him.

“ C’mon.”

He eyed my hand and took hold of it, standing. I practically drug him out of the room and then down the hall. Out the door and into the back lot behind the club. Once the door was shut behind us, I started to pace in front of him. Just trying to put it all together.

Torn between continuing to fight what I felt for him and caving in.

When he stepped in front of me and placed his hands on my upper arms, staring down into my eyes intently, something in me snapped and before I could stop myself, I had his back pressed against the door of the building. My hands caught his, holding them over his head as I rose up slightly and crashed my mouth against his mouth.

Devouring. Hungry.

At first, he didn’t really react. But when the shock cleared and he realized what I was doing, he came alive. I melted against him and he growled into my mouth, deepening the kiss. Teeth latching onto my bottom lip and tugging until I felt it starting to bruise. I let his hands go and they were all over me. Settling on my ass. Rocking me up against him and making me whimper and dig my fingers into his shoulders. I couldn’t melt into him any more if I tried. I was so exhausted from trying to hold back in more ways than one at this point that my filter was totally shot. I rocked myself against him clumsily, a begging and needy whine filling the space between our mouths as the kiss broke when I just couldn’t hold it back.

“Do you know why I almost got off giving you a lap dance? Do you know what you do to me, Juice? I.. I tried so hard not to fall for you and yet.. Here I am.”

He blinked in shock. For a few seconds we stared at each other, panting for our next breath. Neither of us saying a word.

Then he bent and scooped me up. Started to carry me towards the end of the alley where he’d parked his Dyna Glide.

I didn’t do or say anything to try to stop him. I didn’t want to.

I’m so tired of keeping him at arms length. I’m tired of fighting the way I feel.

He sat me on the back of his bike and I grabbed hold of the front of his vest, pulling him down. Pulling his mouth down against mine all over again because I just.. I was needy. I craved him on this level I couldn’t even begin to get my head around.

His bike came to a stop in front of his apartment building and he got off. Scooping me up all over again. Stopping just outside the doors leading into the building to grope and kiss me. Letting his lips stray down the side of my neck. Sucking a mark deep into my skin. I clung to him and begged breathlessly, “Juice, please..”

Neither of us was really stopping to think. I didn’t want to.

I wanted him.

More importantly, I wanted to be with him. And tonight just proved to me that I couldn’t fight it anymore.

The whole time he was trying to unlock his apartment door, he kept fumbling with the keys. Rutting right against me. Stopping to kiss or touch me. When he finally got it unlocked, he stepped through the door and stepped over to the couch. Tossing me down onto it gently. Following close behind. Pressing himself down into me and snapping his hips against mine, making me whimper. My whimper echoing off the walls of the quiet room. I reached down between us, tugging at the hem of his white t shirt and he rose up, pulling off his vest and tossing it at a chair nearby. Then pulling his shirt off and tossing it too. It settled on the floor in front of the chair. Then he was pulling me up. Tearing my bra away and tossing it out into the room. My hands lowered, tugging at the waistband of his jeans and he bit his lip. Gazing at me for a second or two with this look of lust and adoration in his eyes. Savoring the moment and what was about to happen.

Because it’s been building for a while, apparently. I just focused so damn hard on keeping myself from caving in and letting myself have what I wanted, with him, that somehow, I missed all the signs.

“Baby, c’mon.” I begged.

The term of endearment slipped out.

He gave me that little smirk. Rubbed his chin in thought as he let his eyes wander.

He worked his way down my body, using his body to part my legs. He worked my leather pants down my legs and I kicked them free at my ankles.

His fingers caught in the thin strap of my panties and they came away with a quiet tear. I tried to get him out of his pants again and he lowered my hands. Slipping off the sofa. I watched intently as he teased me, pouting about it. Begging.

I needed him buried inside me. Fucking me. Slow. Deep. All night long.

His pants fell to his ankles and he kicked off his boots and then kicked his pants free from his legs. When he dropped his boxers, I swallowed hard as my eyes settled on the way his cock stood at attention once it was free from fabric. He was pressing himself down into me all over again.

His mouth roaming over my tits. Tongue teasing my nipples as my back arched away from the sofa and I rocked myself against him. His free hand settled between us, circling his thick cock. Teasing it between my folds and making me shiver and cling to him. Try to rock myself against him urgently.

And then he buried his cock inside me. Shallow at first. Going still to let me adjust to him. I felt like I was being split in two and the feeling had me whining. Nipping at his chest, at any patch of skin I could get my mouth on just so I could muffle the way I wanted to scream his name at the top of my lungs.

I rocked into him clumsily and he growled quietly. His hands going down to my hips. Holding them still as he started to pound me harder. Deeper. So deep he couldn’t go any deeper. When he bottomed out, I dragged my nails down his back.

“Not yet, baby girl. C’mon, hold out just a little longer for me.” Juice coaxed breathlessly as his hips crashed against me with a bruising pace. I begged for release, on the verge of tears. The more I begged, the more he’d slow down. Stop to kiss me or leave marks on me. Torture.

Slow, steady and deep torture.

“You gonna moan my name when you cum?” he questioned, slamming his cock deep into my womb. Going still and capturing my mouth in a deep and passionate kiss. “ God. You’re so.” he panted, snapping his hips against mine, cock pistoning in and out of me with steady deep thrusts, “So fuckin wet I can barely stay in. Fuck. Shit. Shiiiit, baby girl. I wanna cum so bad.”

“Juice! Ah, -ah fuck. Right there.” my back arched away from the couch and my orgasm ripped through me, leaving me weak and dazed, clinging to him as I tried desperately to keep up with his pace, spent. Dripping. My walls vising his cock and clenched around it. Tears flooding my eyes because holy fuck, all I’ve wanted for the entire time was to finally be allowed to let go.

Juice stared down at me from above, a soft gaze. He caught a tear as it made a black trail down my cheek. Chuckling quietly. Going still to pepper kisses soft against my mouth and then trail them down the front of my throat. When he started to move again, he muttered against my lips softly, “It’s okay, baby girl. I got you. I’m right here.” as he pistoned in and out, the wet sloshing sounds accompanying each thrust he made seeming to make him move just a little faster. His hands were all over me and all I could really do was lie there, pinned beneath him. Whimpering his name as I tried to come down from the high. Stare up at him softly as my mind spun, replaying every single thing that led us here, to this exact moment.

“Oh fuck. Fuck baby girl. You want it?” his hips stammered, smashing against mine in a bruising pace and his words were swallowed by another hungry kiss and I nodded. Just when I thought he couldn’t get any deeper, he did. Striking against my throbbing g-spot a time or two and growling, biting. Locking his lips against my neck and sucking yet another big,deep mark into soft flesh. The warmth of his release flooded me, making me whimper. Overfilling me, because I could feel the excess slowly leak down. Puddle beneath me on the sofa.. I bucked my hips against him greedily trying to take it all because I wanted it. I needed it. I craved him so badly I couldn’t have put it to words if I tried. He leaned into me heavily, panting for his next breath. Spent. A fine sheen of sweat gathered on our bodies. I grabbed hold of his face and pulled his mouth against mine. Our foreheads pressed together and he muttered quietly, “Mine?”

“Yours.” it shocked me when the word bubbled out. It shocked me because a, I was saying it and b, I meant it. With everything in me. As soon as I said it, he gave me a soft and lazy grin. Pressing his lips to my forehead. He collapsed onto the couch settling behind me. Pulling me on top of him.

Quiet little soft kisses. Caressing my face as he stared up at me and caught sight of one of the bigger marks he left on my throat, grimacing as he chuckled about it quietly.

“Fuck me. Baby, that was amazing...” I groaned out in a daze, making him laugh and gaze up at me. “Give me an hour, babe.” he teased…

“Careful. I might take you up on that.” I teased back, melting against his body. Letting his arms wrap around me and hold me tight.

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roccinan · 3 years

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In ref to all that 'kid at 14' stuff. Yes I agree with everyone, LCDP writers have some serious continuity problems. Not to be the devil's advocate, but LCDP was a done for thing that was meant to end in S2 until Nerflix decided to pick it up. So when they originally made it, it didn't matter if Andrés was 30 something cause it didn't change anything. Then Netflix arrived and made S3, 4 and 5 and things HAD to be added (so there were bound to be plot holes, it was inevitable). So now Rafael comes along and it's just easier for plot purposes to give Andrés Pedro's age. So okay. Kinda can forgive that.

What I still don't get is their surname's and all the family history. Because yeah, actors decided they were bros from dad and that got confirmed in S5, okay. BUT then what about the 'your father' along with the fact their surnames suggest they have dif father but same mom.

Also when Andrés reveals his illness he says 'tengo la enfermedad de mamá' as in mom's illness. NOT 'my mom's illness' but 'mom's illness' which just makes things a little confusing going by their surnames🤷‍♀️. And then (if I remember correctly) his file says 'de Fonollosa García' (or some such surname like that) so where the fuck does Marquina fits in in all this, and also who the fuck is García then? Because okay, if for some reason Papá Marquina didn't give his surname to Andrés and de Fonollosa was the mom (which again why????) it still leaves me confused about where the hell do you get the García from.

And this is all a plot hole that originates from S1 and 2 so for that they don't have the excuse of 'Netflix made us add to a finished product'.

So that's it, I hope this is at least somewhat comprehensible. And sorry for the rambling😅.

(P.S: remember I'm a biologist (in training)? So I have this thing where in thanks for bothering people with my nonsense I sometimes drop bio related stuff. I work a lot with bats, so here, have this little guy I was with a couple days ago. And sorry if you don't like them😅. But honestly how could you not? Just look at this cutie and that smiley face🥺. We decided to name him Dukúr, and we got pretty close.)

Hi! Thanks for joining this cursed convo haha! Your rambles are more than welcome ;)

Yeah lol I still think it’s hilarious that they tried to set an age and height for Andrés for no reason, only for those two specific details to be proven wrong at every turn. But I agree that we should look at S1/2 with a different context since like you said, Netflix picking it up meant new additions that don’t quite match up (like Andrés’ age) were inevitable. Still funny but understandable.

re: surname: Despite how on board I am with the same father hc now, literally all clues in S1-3 pointed at same mother. And you pretty much pointed out why! Anyone watching would have assumed they shared a mother. I guess we could say Papa Marquina was just blatantly not there for Andrés so he felt the man was more of Sergio’s father. We could also say Andrés is just self-centered and assumed he could say “mom” and Sergio would just know he’s talking about his own mother lol.

The de Fonollosa Garcia thing is throwing me off too though LOL (also funny thing is I was literally just wondering what his second surname was and then you sent this ask, answering my question haha). OK so I’m sure you understand this way better than me, so I hope you don’t mind me asking the following series of stupid questions in response asdfaadf:

To my understanding (correct me if I’m wrong!), Spanish surnames go “father’s first surname” then “mother’s first surname.” So if Andres for some reason took his mother’s surname, would he be allowed to take both of hers? Or is that just not a thing? As in, could de Fonollosa be his (maternal) grandfather’s surname and Garcia his grandmother’s surname?

The other alternative (again, I’m not sure if it makes sense in the cultural context?) is that Andres was a bastard child, but his mother was married to someone else. So Garcia really is his mother’s last name and de Fonollosa is his stepfather’s last name?

OR, the theory that I hate the most because it feels in-line with lcdp writers asdsdf, Garcia was supposed to be Sergio’s last name, but they changed it to Marquina at the last minute and forgot to change Andres’ file. Moral of the story: writing as they film has its perks, but it also leads to objectively awkward plot holes about basic details LMAO

P.S Yes, I do remember! I see your biology pics a lot on Tuuli’s blog haha Listen, I may not personally go near bats for no reason IRL, but I feel so blessed seeing these adorable images. He has such a cute little face omg, so pure, so blissful- thank you so much for sharing these pics of Dukúr with me :D He has blessed my crops, cleared my skin, filled me with humble happiness!

#delirious-and-slightly-murderous #thanks for sharing your thoughts on this CURSED topic asdfsd #perhaps together we can find a way to fix our suffering #and I will cherish those pictures with my life(!)

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xumos-hoe · 4 years

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How would the boys react to MC wanting to wear something skimpy? Love your work, by the way.

Thank you so much!!! Hope you enjoy💕

MLQC crew react to MC wearing something skimpy

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Victor:

When Victor invited you as his +1 to LFG’s annual banquet, at the very least he expected you to show up

cus he didn’t want a Goldman to be his +1 for the 3rd year in a row

What he didn’t expect was that you were going to walk out of your apartment, dressed to the mf NINES, in a deep purple tube dress with an exposed back. Your hair was tied into a neat bun that framed your face beautifully, putting that yummy cleavage on display for all to see.

The hem of the dress barely reached mid thigh, and if THAT wasn’t enough, there were two slits on either side that had you practically flashing the world at every step.

Where you even managed to buy something like that was one question—but why you thought it was fine to wear in public was a completely other.

If you hadn’t been so focused on pulling the dress down, perhaps you would’ve seen the concern in his features as he looked you uP and downnnn

Victor coughed a little to loud into his elbow, averting his gaze quickly as you stumbled out of the door in 6 in. stilletos.

“Ready to g—“

“What do you think you’re wearing?” Victor cut you off immediately; the telltale irritation in his tone left no room for argument.

You adjusted your posture steadily, risking a gaze back down at your dress before you cocked an eyebrow and did a small twirl for him.

“What? You don’t like it?”

...if you kept that up...

Victor did a poor job at hiding the flush in his cheeks as he tried to keep his gaze focused on something—anything—besides you.

“It’s not that I don’t like it...”

You giggled before looping an arm around his and taking a step closer. “It’s not so bad...”

Victor turned so quickly, causing you to stagger back a little. Through those steely eyes, he took in your attire one last time, scanning over each dip and curve painfully slow. You felt yourself redden beneath his gaze.

“You’re just asking for it, aren’t you?” He murmured low, pressing a hand against the small of your back, just barely grazing where he wanted to touch most.

You braced for a kiss as his face inched closer, lids fluttering shut as you sensed a familiar breath across your features. The hand at your back pressed closer, almost a grip, until...

“Get changed or else Goldman’s evening plans are getting cancelled.”

Victor pulled away in an instant, gesturing to your apartment door with an impatient frown.

This man...

Before you could even say anything, he was already down the hall, car keys twirling around his finger as he marched off without another word

Lucien

It was a little warmer out than usual that day.

But Lucien insisted that the two of you take advantage of the good weather and visit the park for some time to catch up (even though it was practically 100° and you were meLTING)

If you could’ve left the house in a bikini, you would’ve, but settled on an old crop top that took the “crop” idea a little too far, and low rise shorts that probably revealed too much leg and buttcheek than intended...

You hadn’t thought much of your outfit until you arrived at the doorstep of the research center and earned more than a handful of low whistles and stares from the students and faculty on campus.

You hardly noticed! Definitely not until Lucien emerged from the main doors of the building before noticing you sitting on a bench waiting patiently. Your expression brightened upon seeing your boyfriend, and you stood to greet him.

damn.

... on the outside he appeared mildly surprised, but on the inside, baby boy was SHOOK.

The last time he’d seen that much of your skin was the last time y’all fucked

The most amusing part was that you didn’t even mind so much was on display! Especially when you rose your arms to hug him and flashed a little bit of dat underboob.

“Ready to go?”

Lucien took a tentative step forward, taking his sweeeet time as he checked you out before a familiar, teasing smile flashed in his features

“I am. I’m just not sure if you are.”

You frowned and cocked an eyebrow, opening your mouth to ask what he meant, before he pulled a windbreaker out of his bag and crouched before you. His hands worked meticulously and quickly on tying the jacket around your waist, and when it was time for the final pull to secure it all, he pulled EXTRA tight.

You yelped aloud and stumbled back as he stood up. “What as that for??”

In an instant, Lucien had his arm draped across your shoulders and his body pressed close to yours. His lips barely grazed the shell of your ear, but you still felt his breath tickle all the way down to your neck.

“I didn’t think my little MC was so bold.” He pecked your cheek and added, “I think it’s better if we head to the mall first.”

Kiro

You were mostly excited for LA because it gave you the opportunity to really dress up—mostly for Kiro since it’d be your first, private vacation with him.

But when you emerged from your hotel room in a mini sundress, strapless and backless, and a little too snug against your *ahem* assets—Kiro basically crashed.

He was waiting in the hotel lobby when he first saw you, and when you called out his name, Kiro hardly believed he was looking at the same girl because hot damn.

But also oh no because why were so many guys doing double takes on you???????

yeah he knew his girlfriend was hot but OTHERS shouldn’t know that !!! poor bby.

You smiled sweetly and wrapped him in a big hug, but Kiro was SHOOK when all he felt when he touched your back was bare skin. goodbye Kiro

“Ah MC...!” He laughed nervously. “That um...a lot of skin don’t you think?”

You rolled your eyes at that last part and hugged him tighter. “Cute, right?”

You felt Kiro nod against you and his face curve into a smile. “Very cute. You’re the prettiest in this room, but...”

Suddenly he pulled away, stripping off the flannel he was wearing over his tank top and wrapping it snug against you waist.

“Miss Chips is just too pretty, I can’t let everyone see all this!”

Gavin (lowkey sponsored by FashionNova lol)

l o r d.

don’t scare him like that!

He understood y’all were at the beach and it was really fucking hot, but really? You couldn’t find a better bikini than tHat?

And could you even call it a bikini?

Gav didn’t think much of it when you arrived to the beach in a plain, blue sundress (the kind you wear over bathing suits), and told him you were going to go change.

and holy fucking shit.

You walked out of the changing rooms in a triangle bikini set, with the “top” barely enough to fit your entire boob, and bottoms that were a little too high rise, with a literal THREAD up your ass.

he’s never seen as much side boob and buttcheek in his life and holy shit. from his girlfriend? and in public??

He couldn’t tear his eyes off of you as you skipped across the beach like there was absolutely nothing wrong it wasn’t like everyone was checking you out

You smiled as bright as usual and joined him underneath an umbrella, but the closer you got, the more of basically everything became clearer.

“Gav! Why is your face so red? Ah, didn’t I tell you to put sunscreen on??”

As you leaned over to get a closer look at his “sunburn”, a group of teenage boys walked past, whistling.

“Guess the view is pretty nice on the beach, huh?”

You had to physically restrain Gavin from running up and teaching each of those perverts a lesson on keeping their eyes to themselves. The least he could spare them was a nice, long glare that seemed to say fuck off.

Once they’d gotten far enough, your boyfriend’s fierce eyes turned and studied you from head to toe. The redness in his face only seemed to get worse.

“What do you think you’re...jesus MC...” he buried his face in his palms with a quiet tch.

You began to feel a little self-conscious under his gaze and pulled away slowly. “I’m sorry...I just t-thought you’d like it...”

He suddenly reached for a towel in the basket you packed and draped it over your body, pulling you completely safe beneath the shade.

You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he pressed you flush against his chest, and when he spoke again, his voice sounded almost breathless.

“I do. It’s just that the other fuckers here like it too... Now do me a favor and keep this on.”

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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Come Home to My Heart, Chapter 7 (Lemyanka) - Plastiquedoll

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A/N: I don’t know if I can say this but this is one of my favorite chapters I’ve written and I’m so excited I can finally share it! it’s literally two people driving around but it matches the song I guess… I hope you enjoy it and thanks for reading it! <3

-7-

“So Lemon thinks I’m dating you.” Priyanka used the home phone to call her friend the day after their night out.

It was almost noon and Priyanka’s hangover had abandoned her body after drinking a gallon of water and taking a long -long- shower. She was walking around the house with the phone in one ear and a half-empty cup of coffee in the other. Her parents were at her sister’s place, having lunch with the kids so she had the house for herself –and when you’re hangover no matter how much you love kids you do want to be alone.

Denali burst into laughter. “Does she?” Her voice sounded distorted after singing all night.

“Well, thank you for being so considerate and laugh at the possibility of dating me. At least you didn’t do it on my face.”

“It’s not that… I’m sorry. You’re gorgeous for what matters.”

“You’re still laughing.”

“It’s your telephone connection. But wait, are you going to tell her the truth?”

“Eventually, if she asks again… Until then, would you mind if I play dumb with it?”

“Priyanka, oh my God… You’re so silly.”

“Okay, I’ll take that. But let me be potentially unrealistic for a moment here… she might be jealous of you.”

Denali gasped exaggeratedly.

“Quit making fun of me, you bitch.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… This is just so entertaining for me.”

“I’m sure it is.”

“But the night ended up well for you two, right? Progress… character development?”

“She was drunk and called me Sprinky before I pushed her into a taxi.”

“I love Sprinky! Aw, you guys, pet names already.”

“That hardly qualifies as a pet name but…”

“Tomayto, tomahto, same thing.”

It really was Denali the one who lived in a fantasy world.

“I gotta go. I need to pick some groceries from the supermarket.”

“Okay, bye Sprinky!”

Priyanka clicked her tongue. “Bye. Bitch.”

Her mother had given her a list of things to buy since she was staying in all day and she said her lazy ass needed to do something productive, -she didn’t say it like that but that was what Priyanka heard when she was still wasted on her bed.

She had taken her car to the supermarket that was in the center of the city since it was the biggest one around. On her way there, she noticed the engine coughing a little more than usual but she downplayed it when the noises stopped.

The day was sunny and hot, it warmed her skin and made it glow as she drove to the location. She had grabbed a pair of denim shorts that were on top of her suitcase –luckily, since she hadn’t unpacked yet- but she had to dig some more to find an ombré knitted white and blue crop top she had brought, then complimented the outfit with a pair of sandals and vintage round orange sunglasses. After brushing her hair a little, she was ready to go.

She got to the store, picked a shopping cart, and wandered through the aisles with her mother’s list in her hand. She occasionally lifted her feet and slid with the cart when no one was watching. Then she got distracted whereas she was goofing around and almost crashed it on the cereal aisle, fortunately, no one saw that.

Well, almost no one.

“Jesus Christ you’re going to kill someone with that.”

Priyanka stopped in her tracks when she recognized the voice right away.

Naturally, Lemon was there to see her making a fool of herself.

She was there, looking unimpressed as usual with a shopping basket on the floor next to her. Lemon was wearing a NYC t-shirt in pastel yellow, pink and blue, a pair of mom jeans, and white chunky sneakers that made her a bit taller. She also had a giant pair of white oval sunglasses with black glasses on -Priyanka only suspected the reason behind that fashion choice- she had her hair wet but tied into pigtails and lip gloss, lip gloss was never missing with her.

“Fancy meeting you here.” Priyanka mumbled.

“Can’t say the same,” she sighed. “are you following me or something?”

The brunette scoffed. “You wished…”

“Then move aside I’m trying to get the Froot Loops.”

Priyanka looked up and spotted the colorful cereal box above her head. “But the real question is can you get the Froot Loops?”

“Oh, fuck you.” She almost pushed Priyanka off the way but the other girl moved faster.

Lemon had to tiptoe and jump a little to reach for the box and Priyanka enjoyed every second of it.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” Lemon was surely grumpy that day, it was the hangover speaking.

“Not really.” She grabbed a box of Cookie Crisp. “I was wondering if you made it home alright after the state you left.”

“I did… thanks for pushing me into a taxi.” There was some of sarcasm there, Priyanka detected.

“Anytime.”

Lemon started walking and Priyanka followed her with her cart, at that point to mess with her some more.

“You still have that sweet tooth for the chocolate chip cookies…” The blonde observed.

Priyanka looked at the cereal she had chosen without giving it much thought. “I guess I do… You still like anything colorful and sugary.”

“Some things never change.”

But other things changed too much.

After roaming a little, at some point, they split and when Priyanka collected the rest of the items on the list she waited in line to pay for her shop. She saw the blonde when she crossed the automatic door with her grocery bags.

Priyanka slid the credit card and then left as well. She loaded the bags on the trunk, then sat at the driver’s seat and inserted the keys to turn on the engine. She tried a couple of times without significant results, the engine coughed a little and then when she thought she had it, it died again.

“C’mon girl, don’t do this to me now… I bought ice cream bars.”

The sight of smoke wasn’t a lovely view, to say the least. When she lifted the engine cover, she discovered it was worse than what she expected.

“Shit… shit, shit, shit… this is bad.”

She pulled her flipping phone from her back pocket and called her father who calmed her down but couldn’t do much in the distance; he suggested a mechanic nearby that could take a look at it.

Priyanka was losing her mind. She sat at the curb and buried her face in her hands.

“Looks like you could use a ride.” Lemon’s voice made her look at the girl.

“Not now.” She blurted out. “I don’t have time for your snarky comments so please refrain from saying anything you’d think is clever.”

Lemon lifted her sunglasses. “I’m not trying to get on your nerves; I’m legit offering you a ride.” Priyanka didn’t seem convinced. “Think for a moment, your groceries are going to go bad with the heat and no air conditioner.”

“The ice cream bars…” She was on the verge of tears. “Fine. Yes, I need a ride, would you be so nice and help me out?”

“Come with me, my car is around the corner in front of the drugstore.”

“Buying some aspirins?”

“Cut the slack I’m trying to do a good deed here.”

“For a change.”

They carried the bags to Lemon’s car around the corner and Priyanka raised an eyebrow as soon as she saw her car.

As expected, from all people, Lemon would be the one driving a sunny yellow Volkswagen New Beetle. They put the groceries on the trunk yet again and the blonde took a seat in the driver’s position, Priyanka sat on the passenger seat.

“A yellow car?” She questioned.

Lemon buckled up. “My dad gave it to me.”

“Your daddy bought you a pretty car? For real?”

She adjusted the sunglasses back on. “He felt guilty after getting re-married and I accepted it as a peace offering. Is that so terrible?”

“Of course…”

Lemon started the engine and moved the vehicle toward the roundabout, heading for Priyanka’s house.

“You have to turn right in the next street.” Priyanka indicated.

“I think I know where your house is.” Lemon murmured as she took a different way.

“Yeah, you could get there faster this way but you’re about to enter to a one-way street… on the opposite side.”

“Shit.” Lemon maneuvered her way out with a U-turn.

“Does everyone in New York drive like this?”

Lemon blushed. “This is my third time driving in town.”

“Did you drive all the way from the Big Apple alone?”

She shook her head. “Rita visited me there and then we traveled together.”

“You two get along for what it seems…”

“It took some time and adjustment. That was supposed to be our bonding trip but I’m pretty sure she secretly holds a grudge since I convinced her mother of making the bridesmaids’ dresses pastel yellow for the wedding.”

Typical Lemon.

“But her mother is nice, she makes my dad happy so I can’t complain.”

“What about your mom? How is she?”

“Christina is alright. She got signed by an important architectural firm two years ago and has been working non-stop since then. She dated a few men but nothing too transcendental. She still listens to ABBA on a daily basis and sings every song in the repertoire deliberately loud enough to embarrass me in front of people but she’s happy. She’s on a cruise right now having the time of her life probably, that’s part of why I’m here.”

“Good for her, good for Christina.”

“That’s what I said. I thought this whole thing of my dad marrying someone else was going to trigger her somehow but she’s proven me wrong when getting over exes is about. Maybe it helped a little that the woman her ex married is older than her but who knows.”

Priyanka chuckled.

Lemon turned the radio on, Give Me All Your Luvin played through the speakers.

It was nice, to get to talk with Lemon like that, forgetting all the fights and unresolved problems they had for a moment. If Priyanka closed her eyes for an instant she could almost picture them both chatting in Lemon’s room with the music playing on the radio and the smell of wet nail polish in the air.

But then, when she opened her eyes, she got back to reality in a world where they had missed seven years of each other’s lives. There was a time where she could tell exactly what Lemon was thinking of but now it was a different story, the blonde was inscrutable and Priyanka couldn’t predict her reactions or guess the words that would come from her mouth. There were many things she didn’t know about Lemon now.

“Do you like Rihanna?” Priyanka asked when they stopped in front of a red light.

“What?” Lemon turned her head. “What kind of question is that?”

The brunette shrugged. “A thought I had.”

“Of course I like Rihanna, what kind of monster do you think I am?”

“One that doesn’t like Rihanna… perhaps.”

Lemon laughed at how ridiculous the conversation was. She had to continue driving when the light changed to green.

“Rihanna’s first album came out seven years ago and she didn’t get the recognition she deserved until a few years later…” Priyanka explained. “so I never got to know if you liked her music and I’m asking it now because there are two types of people in the world, the ones who have the taste and the ones that are monsters and dislike Rihanna’s music.”

“Okay, I’m telling you I love her. In fact, open the glove compartment.”

Priyanka looked at her.

“Go ahead, open it.” She commanded.

She did as the girl said and when the glove compartment was opened, a pile of CDs boxes where revealed inside. The first of them was a copy of Loud by Rihanna and the next one Good Girl Gone Bad.

“I couldn’t bring all of them but I have a few of them here and others at home.”

“Fair enough.” Priyanka checked the other albums underneath.

The little collection included Circus by Britney Spears, Teenage Dream by Katy Perry, Survivor by Destiny’s Child, Overexposed by Maroon 5, The Sweet Escape by Gwen Stefani and Fearless by Taylor Swift –that last one was Rita’s, she explained- Priyanka inspected the CDs until she found one last album that was in the bottom of the box, it was a worn out copy of Spice World by the Spice Girls, nothing more and nothing less.

“Hey, this is the album you gave me before moving to New York, remember?” A smile grew wide on her face before the memory.

Lemon blushed till the tip of her ears. “I do… that’s actually the copy I used to have in my room… the one we listened to on my radio.”

“Is it?” Priyanka looked at it with admiration. The colors were a bit pale and the box had several scratches, it was clear it has a few years on.

“Yeah… the CD doesn’t work anymore but I still got it there.”

Priyanka looked at the blonde who had her eyes fixed on the road and her hands closed around the steering wheel.

“Why did you keep it?”

“Sentimental value.” Her voice tone was almost inaudible. “I guess I’m not that cold heart monster you think I am, right?” She sounded somber.

“That’s not what I said… I-”

“We’re here.” She announced when she stopped in front of Priyanka’s house. “I’ll help you with the bags and then we can go get the mechanic for your car.”

She got down from the car leaving Priyanka with the words stuck on her throat once again.

It was becoming a pattern now, right when they started getting along again or when they had a decent conversation, Lemon shut the doors and closed all the windows before Priyanka had the chance to break through her walls.

“Your house hasn’t changed at all.” Lemon observed when they walked in with the groceries.

“Ah, yeah. My mom didn’t fall for the charms of the Property Brothers.”

“Do you have the hots for Drew or Jonathan?”

Priyanka cackled. “I stand behind my mother’s beliefs in this one.”

They put the bags on the countertop, Priyanka rushed to place ice cream on the freezer and other products on the fridge before they got spoiled. Lemon folded the paper bags in the meantime.

“Do you have some water?”

“Yeah, here.” Priyanka threw a water bottle at her and the girl caught it in the air.

She opened her purse and took two aspirins and chugged them down with a water sip.

Priyanka just watched her.

“What?” The blonde asked.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“I’m hangover, okay? Tequila is not my best friend… or vodka… neither of them.”

“That’s weird, judging by the way you drank yesterday you’d never guess.”

“Fuck off.” She drank some more water. “Now let’s go get the mechanic for that jalopy of yours.”

“Jalopy?” Priyanka gaped at her. “Excuse you, miss, but I paid that car with my blood, sweat and tears, and two part-time jobs.”

It was the car that was supposed to take her to New York, to Lemon.

“We should hurry then, I don’t know much about mechanics but the amount of smoke that engine released isn’t normal.”

“I know that.”

“Then, let’s go.” The aspirins probably were kicking in.

Before they left the house, Lemon stopped in front of the wall where Priyanka’s mother hung pictures of her and her siblings. In the past, there was a photo of the two of them in school but all over the years her mother probably had saved it just like Priyanka did with all the other Lemon memorabilia. The blonde cast an eye on a photo of the family’s matriarch with a group of children.

“Her grandchildren?”

“Yes, my nephews and nieces.”

“That’s cute… you’re an aunt now.” Priyanka recognized the softness behind her voice and it made her heart skip a beat.

They were back on the road again and Lemon followed the directions until they got to the mechanical workshop Priyanka’s father had suggested her to go. Priyanka explained the man in charge what had happened and then followed the girls with a tow truck.

Priyanka’s car was still where they had left it. It broke her heart to see it there in the streets completely abandoned.

The mechanic took his time to check the engine, he tried to make it work after adjusting some screws and move pieces Priyanka had never heard naming before. Lemon could’ve gone by that moment but she stayed with the brunette, she even shared her bubblegum with her when she noticed how stressed Priyanka was.

After thirty minutes, the man spoke with Priyanka. The diagnosis was not good and he explained that there wasn’t much for him to do. Priyanka felt the knot on her throat and the tears coming at any second. That was her car her baby… this couldn’t be the end of their adventures.

She was beyond surprised when she heard Lemon’s voice.

“But there must be something you can do about it.” She sounded assertive. “The chances are low but there are still chances, right?”

The man babbled some excuses about the car being old and even when it was in a good state; it was going to require some extra work.

“Then do the work.” The blonde continued. “That might look like a piece of junk for both of us but that’s her piece of junk and it means a lot to her so you will take it back to the workshop and do whatever you have to do to save it. Am I being clear enough?”

The man just nodded with wide eyes, maybe too scared to add anything else.

Priyanka was also speechless.

She watched the mechanic hooking her car to the tuck and then stared at Lemon.

“Thanks.” She blinked a couple of times. “That was amazing.”

“I’m sorry I called your car a jalopy.”

“She’s temperamental but it’s okay, I don’t think she heard you anyway.”

“I know you might think of me as this spoiled brat but don’t think I don’t understand what’s like to work hard to achieve something.”

“Thank you.”

“Now let’s go before that guy mistakes the junkyard for the workshop.”

“Hey!”

All was not lost.

That was what the mechanic had said once they left Priyanka’s car at the workshop. It was going to take a couple of days to have a better picture of the problem but maybe replacing some parts would make the difference.

Priyanka sighed of relief and almost hugged the man but then she saw the zeroes on the estimated budget for the repairs and decided to keep the hug for herself… she was more than thankful for having a job back in Toronto that would pay for the bills.

“Well, the good news is that she might live.” Priyanka announced when she got in the car with Lemon.

“There you have. He was just playing hard to get and I know about that.”

“Thank you, Lemon… for helping me so much today. You didn’t have to but still, you did.”

She started the engine. “You’ve done the same for me no questions asked.”

“Are you feeling better after the aspirins?”

“Yeah… I’m never drinking again I swear…”

“That’s a lie.”

“It is…”

“Do you even remember what you said? Last night?”

Lemon stopped in the red light. Her face was as pale as paper and she stared at Priyanka with big eyes, there was horror on them.

“What did I say?”

Priyanka started laughing.

“Priyanka, what did I say?”

The brunette ceased laughing. It was the first time Lemon called her by her name.

“You called me Sprinky and kept asking if Denali is my girlfriend.”

Lemon breathed again. “Thank God… it was just that…”

Priyanka was now puzzled. What else could she’d said?

“I remember that part, you never answered the question anyway.”

She sighed. “Denali is my friend. Just that… we’re friends. Are you happy now?”

Lemon kept driving, it became evening all of sudden.

“I don’t understand though, how did you get to the conclusion that we were dating? I mean, where did the idea come from?”

“Uhm… I’m friends with Kiara and Scarlett on Facebook…”

Traitors, both of them.

“Aha…”

“…and… well, sometimes a picture with you would appear… or pictures of you in nightclubs…”

“I’m so going to kill Scarlett. I told her not to post those…”

“I didn’t mean to assume anything but… I saw you and Denali together the other day and I thought… maybe…”

Priyanka took a deep breath.

“So you know… you know I like girls…”

She nodded.

“And are you okay with that?”

Lemon looked at her. “Why wouldn’t I? Of course I’m okay with that…”

There was a short silence between them, a part of Priyanka was relieved but she could feel her heart pounding.

“Don’t tell me that on top of you thinking that I dislike Rihanna you also consider myself to be homophobic or an ignorant asshole… that being the same thing.”

“I’m asking you.”

“Well, you’ll never have to question it again.” She sounded angry.

“I’m sorry… I take it back, you’re not a monster.”

Lemon’s face softened.

“It’s just… I think of Jan…”

Jan.

That name again, seven years after.

“Jan and her girlfriend Jackie are the one example of true love I have. My parents’ marriage didn’t work but Jan and Jackie… they are grossly in love, it’s disgusting and I love them so much.”

So Jan had a girlfriend… interesting.

“If they couldn’t be themselves and be together I would’ve lost all hope in love, to be honest.” She looked at Priyanka. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to but do your parents know?”

Lemon was probably one of the only people who knew Priyanka’s struggles with her family by first hand; they had spoken about it so many times before but never specifically on that topic.

“Yes.” She took a deep breath. “I told them a few years ago when my oldest brother was planning his wedding and they were trying to set me up with the son of their friends or something like that.” Priyanka tittered. “I told my mom first and she was more sympathetic, I had a long talk with her, lots of tears… then we hugged and she told me she loves me…”

Lemon did the unthinkable: she reached for her shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. It was a small gesture; it didn’t last longer than a few seconds –she was driving after all- but for some reason, it made Priyanka feel much better.

“My dad… it was a different story. It took him longer to accept it and I believe he’s still digesting it so we don’t talk much about it. It was easier when I moved to a new city… It’s not like I had to need to hide who I am but there I could start from zero and be one hundred percent myself since the first moment.”

“I’m happy for you.” She smiled. “I really am.”

With all the resentment and the bickering, Priyanka had forgotten that Lemon could be sweet, that she could be caring, that she could be her friend.

A friend.

“So your friend Jan, she’s your roommate, right?”

“Yeah, the same.

“Is it Janice, Janelle, Janet…?”

“I’m quite sure it’s just Jan but even after these years they probably don’t even know my real name so it could be anything at this point…”

“And she’s dating Jackie.” Just to make it clear.

“They have the corniest love story that involves love confessions in carriage rides in Central Park, roses and singing songs under the starry sky.”

Priyanka almost choked.

“Exactly.” Lemon giggled. “They are a constant reminder I’m single as hell.”

This time, Priyanka choked for real.

At that moment, Lemon stopped the car, they had arrived.

In the distance, Priyanka spotted her parents’ car arriving shortly after.

Priyanka’s mom got down from the car and got closer to the unfamiliar car parked in front of their house meanwhile her dad put the car in the garage.

“Priyanka and… Lemon? Is that you?”

“Hello Mrs. Suknanan, it’s been a while.” She opened the door of the car and hugged Priyanka’s mom.

“I haven’t seen you in ages… You look all grown-up.”

“Don’t lie to her like that, mom.” Priyanka walked to where the little reunion was taking place.

Lemon rolled her eyes.

Here we go again.

“Are you staying for dinner? We’d love you to stay. I insist… I’m sure Priyanka would love it too.” She elbowed her daughter.

Traitors, even the ones you’d never expect.

“She wants to know if you’re staying for dinner…”

Lemon pulled one of her pageant full teeth smiles. “I’d love to, Mrs. Suknanan but I promised my dad I’d be back by now. Maybe some other day.”

“You have to promise it to me or Priyanka is never going to bring you back.”

“Mom! Leave her alone.” Priyanka wanted to hide under a rock.

“Actually, I’m the one who brought her tonight so that shouldn’t be a problem.”

“I’ll wait for you to stop by next week, alright?”

“I’ll be here.”

Priyanka raised her hand. “Am I invited?”

“We’ll think about it.” Lemon grinned. “Mrs. Suknanan, always a pleasure to see you, please give Mr. Suknanan my regards.”

“I will, dear. Give your father my best wishes.”

“I surely will.”

Priyanka’s mom got into the house leaving them alone again.

“She’s so lovely… why didn’t you pick any of that?”

“Ha. Ha.” Priyanka exaggerated her fake laughter.

“As much as I know you enjoy having me as your driver, I have to leave now.”

“Thanks again for that. My car might live another day because of you.”

“I know.” Lemon seemed pleased.

“I’ll make it up to you… somehow.”

“I’ll think of something just wait for it.” She opened the door of her car and Priyanka closed it for her.

“See you around, Lemon.”

“I knew you were stalking me.” She started the engine.

Priyanka threw her head back and released a laugh. “In your dreams, doll.”

The brunette watched the sunny-side up vehicle getting away and then walked toward her house with a smile on her face she couldn’t erase.

#rpdr fanfiction #drcan #can1 #lemon #priyanka #lemon x priyanka #childhood friends #friends to lovers #lesbian au #come home to my heart #plastiquedoll #concrit welcome

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kihaku-gato · 3 years

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OCs their symbolic flowers and the Hoepian floral equivalent

Dusting off old brain notes, cause of a time I’d include/place a “symbolic flower“ for every OC just cause.

Terra- Tiger Lily

“ these flowers are representative of pride. ”

“this particular lily is more often associated with the more aggressive feminine characteristics.“ [x]

While the first line actually works for Terra well (she does hold fondness for her own hard work) I’m pretty sure I chose Tiger Lily for her cause of the latter line way back- though one could very strongly argue Terra might not fit the bill of Aggressive Femininity (idk what that’d even be visually) I’m pretty sure I took the line literally at the time as “a woman who’s strong/aggressive“.

Outside of that I probably chose Tiger Lily cause the orange/black pattern of the flowers match with Terra’s red/black clothes.

“The Tiger Lily is said to mean "I dare you to love me"“ [x] Terra is not really one after romance, yet this feels very weirdly Terra-esque.

Hoepian Tiger Lily (Lilium flareonsis)

“Evolved from the Earth Tiger Lily (Lilium tigrinum), the physical differences between the two are surprisingly few. Found in open woodlands, fields and meadows, it absorbs the sun's rays and converts them into flame magic which is stored in it's bulbs. The flame magic makes the bulbs rather spicy, hence they are a very delicious (but common) delicacy. They are also used to start campfires and bonfires. Although harmless alone, they can be potentially dangerous when growing near the magically impressionable Soul Daisy.” [x]

One of the few species of Hoepian flora to not diverge much from its Earth ancestors (two of the others being Ginkgo macrophylla and Ginkgo triloba from Earth’s Ginkgo biloba). They have a huge morphological similarities with Lilium tigirium and Lilium superbum, but the petal patterns are very different; black spots towards the center alike to L. tigirium but also have stripes widthways nearer to the ends of the petals (a characteristic not at all like any Earth lily species). Also like most Hoepian flora, Hoepian Tiger Lilies do not have green foliage, and instead have red foliage.

Kayla- Daisy

"Daisies symbolize innocence and purity.” [x]

Being that Kayla is considered one of the more innocent and purer characters (at least to a degree) this is not a huge surprise this flower ended up being her flower.

Soul Daisy (Magiflora australis, M. borealis)

[My old excepts on this flower is a bit hefty so let’s make it shorter-] Soul Daisy flowers/seeds are harvested for purified magic- so is often grown agriculturally for mana-based industries. Being the magic in question is in its purest form, it changes/meshes to whatever element/magic that’s in its presence (ex- a breeze could become a strong wind gust due to the magic making Wind Magic) making it potentially hazardous if one is late to harvest fields of this plant.

While an agricultural crop it is not entirely domesticated; the outer edges of Soul Daisy fields develop needles to make a protective barrier in the masses from herbivores.

The flowers look very similar to Earth daisies; a pinwheel of long white petals with a faint blue/cyan stripe that makes a ring when all the petals are together on the flower. If altered by magic Soul Daisy flowers change colour to closely resemble the magic they are changed to. All but 4 of the petals are rounded, the said 4 are spit on the ends, making a mild resemblance to a cross.The stems are black on older growth, while younger growth is a vibrant pink. The leaves are violet in colour and look like rounded fern fronds.

Despite the name “Soul Daisy“ there is not much spirituality involved for this flower when it comes to Hoepian culture. It may be named so cause of the cross pattern, or cause of it producing the purest form of organic magic (like the “soul of magic”).

Unlike Earth Daisies, Soul Daisies also have the symbolism of impressionablility due to the pure magic that so easily changes to the elements around it.

Harriet - Sunflower

“Many groups associate sunflowers with prolonged constancy and loyalty,“

“Various faiths have adopted sunflowers to express a symbol of worship and faithfulness, as in the flower’s faithful dedication to the sun.“ [x]

Harriet is very loyal and ride-or-die for her friends so the former goes without saying. Harriet can be very idolistic towards very beautiful women (like Riivar) so worship might be a lil on the nose. I actually chose Sunflowers for Harriet cause of her sunny attention-seeking disposition, akin to the bright attention grabbing sunflower.

Water Sunflower (Haquanthus volitariflora)

While descended from Earth Asteraceae, this plant has adapted to the ocean and looks like a blend of sunflower and kelp. Sparse in rich sunny aquatic groves, but are in larger thickets/forests (of its own species) in colder/sparser waters. They are grown in some coastal settlements as the oil rich seeds are a food source. They are also a favoured snack for amphibious animals.

While the roots are anchored to the rocks, the leaves and even the flowerheads are full of air to keep the rest of the plant afloat. The large flowers are very resembling of Earth’s Mammoth Sunflowers.

The flower/seedheads are large and full enough of air to hold a small person afloat, though it would be a very bad raft alternative.

Riivar- Forget Me Not

“Forget-me-nots represent long lasting connections that can exist between not only lovers, but also friends. This connection can’t be broken or shaken by anything or anyone.“ [x]

Back in her child/teenhood she was head-over-heels in love with Terra, who was Riivar’s first love too. It didn’t work out but she still holds a tenderness for Terra and will not forget that first love.

Memberance Tree (Neomyosotis flexilis)

“A tree descended from the annual Forget-Me-Not plant (Myosotis spp.). They are sexually dimorphic flora; the female plants/flowers stay short and small like their Myosotis ancestors, while the male plants grow into gigantic willow-like trees, which spread their pollen around through the wind. Also like their ancestors they are most commonly found closeby waterways and marshes. On Hoep they have similar symbolism to the Earth Forget-me-not.“ [x]

The stems/wood are a deep purple while the leaves are a dark pink. The flowers are identical to Earth Forget Me Nots.

Riivar has a large tattoo on her back that’s a broken heart surrounded by Memberence tree flowers. It’s multiple layers of symbolic; it represents her first love (Terra) but also represents her remembering her roots she left behind. The broken heart has an additional meaning; her stepping down from her royal heritage.

Demauria- Venus Fly Trap

Sadly could not find an applicable symbolism; I don’t even remember why I chose Venus Fly Trap for Demauria (a more ice/cold thematic flower would’ve perhaps been a better choice). Perhaps I wanted a ferocious plant for a ferocious personality. I may change this if I ever find a better flower to represent her.

Gator Jaws (Lagartofolia dentislux)

“A carnivorous wetlands species that is found in abundance in the country of Swamani, and in lesser frequency outside the country’s borders. They are quite common in unlit rural areas and rarer near urban areas especially if the cities are illuminated at night. It is a plant that has adapted to attract insects for nutrition at night by illuminating it’s “jaws” during dark hours. Light illuminates on the tips of the “teeth” of the modified leaves as well as inside in leaves itself. Like the Venus Fly Trap which it evolved from, it has hairs inside it’s jaws to help detect and trigger the mouth to close and digest its prey while inside. Also like it’s ancestor, it flowers infrequently and younger specimens tend to die after flowering. The foliage colour of Gator Jaws can range from red/purple to green/orange, and it is not uncommon to find an entire range of different coloured specimens in one area.

There isn’t much agricultural or herbal significance for this plant, however it is still commonly used in Swamani to edge along and illuminate major roads and routes so that the paths can be easily seen and used at night. The macrophylla form of the plant is most commonly used for such paths, and is rarely seen anywhere else compared to other Lagartofolia forms.

In some places Lagartofolia is also known as Growlroot, named so for the growling sound that emanates from the roots of the plant when stepped on. The growling is caused by air pockets among the roots which are released out of the ground when the roots are compressed. It is unknown if these air pockets among the roots are an adaption to give the roots oxygen in watery habitats or if they exist to makes the growling sound as an attempt to scare off potential grazers of the plant.”

They greatly resemble Venus Fly Traps, except that the “trap“ is longer and resemble a crocodillian’s mouth, and the “teeth/hairs“ have bioluminescent bulbous tips.

Anne- Protea

“Diversity – The Protea flower is certainly different and it stands out from the crowd. This unusual flower is attracting attention no matter how beautiful the other flowers next to it are. There is simply something beautiful and mysterious about its appearance and it is a perfect gift for someone equally unique.“

“Courage – Gifting someone the Protea flower is also a symbol of courage. This flower symbolizes overcoming obstacles and finding courage inside of you to make a difference in the world. This flower has a very strong message“

Admittedly not unlike Demauria’s flower, Anne’s was also on a mildly mysterious whim. Unlike Demauria’s though, Proteas do have some symbolism attached to them, which also could be applied to Anne. She does indeed stand out from the crowd (though she may not want to), and the courage works as she throughout the story has to get the courage to open up to others as well as to face the Fallen Slayer destiny/responsibility which she is very scared to face.

Molten Protea [new af so no botanical name]

I still haven’t made up much for information/ideas on this Hoepian equivalent. Just that simply it grows exlusively in hot volcanic habitats (lava flows, volcanos, and in rare cases hot geysers). Probably has a visual molten motif similar to lava/magma. Probably blooms or goes to seed after events like volcanic eruptions.

#wait- I actually got it all written down in one session??? well dang hooray #oc ramblings #wall of text #hoepian flora #ramblings

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gallickingun · 4 years

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hofortendou x nishinoya || gallickingun matchups

@hofortendou : first off conGRATS !! i’m so glad to see that your blog keeps growing! also i would like to participate in your matchup event! i would like a male match from haikyuu 🥰 i’m (she/her) 5’4”, short-ish haired brunette with big hazel eyes (i’m talkin’ tim burton scale) and covered in freckles. I do digital art both as a hobby and for uni, i play video games, watch too much anime, i longboard when i can or if it’s a particularly nice day out, and i absolutely love plants, like they’re all over my apt. if i had to give myself an aesthetic i’d say a mix between art mom n grunge, i think? i usually wear a hoodie and shorts/sweats bc i work from home but i’m a sucker for cropped jackets/shirts w mom jeans and docs when i need to actually get dressed. i like to learn new things and am v organized but not overbearing w it, my personality is very open minded, intro-extroverted and humor based but i’m literally baby and WILL cry if you raise your voice at me. that being said i’m v affectionate and love me some tenderness. if i had to look for anything in a partner it’d be sympathy and humor, for sure. and i would love to go do something fun like roller skating or walk around a fair for a first date, something memorable and not super basic, y’know? ty and ily moe ❤️

Thank you so much for participating! I really hope you like this! And thank you again for supporting me, it means the whole entire world 🧡

Warning: Slight NSFW ahead! Under the cut~

― Noya supports going out or staying in - whether that’s trying a new Thai place, or watching anime on the couch. Sometimes you gotta paint the town red, other times you have to chill out on the sofa! ― He’s affectionate as all get out, absolutely adores and requires to touch you at all times. Hand in your pocket, hand in your hand, hand on your waist. Once you two get comfortable enough with each other, he’ll kiss you in public if you’re okay with it, he’ll hold your hand at all times, and will definitely make sure that everyone knows the two of you are grossly in love. ― I think your aesthetics would go really well together! Noya canonically loves the color black, so I think that your grunge aesthetics would go together, even if you both like to switch it up from time to time.

☁ Nishinoya absolutely adores you. To the point where you’re not sure sometimes if he’s genuine or not. Whether you’re fully decked out in a complete face of makeup and a full snazzy dress, or lounging around the house in one of his old jerseys and some joggers.. that man is going to remind you how beautiful you are.

☁ He definitely wants to kick your ass in video games, though. He has a radical competitive streak, no matter what the activity is or if he’s done it before. It will be his first time playing Mario Kart and he’ll jump up and down on the couch, mashing buttons and squealing at the top of his lungs every time he gets thrown off the track. If it’s more FPS style games, he talks too loud and pretends to know what he’s talking about by using slang that he’s heard from his other friends who play video games a little more.

☁ Noya loves it when you wear crop tops - sweatshirts, tanks, tees, etc. - he likes to sneak his hands along your waist and up your shoulders. His thumbs run along your ribs and he pulls you in closer all the time, nuzzling your nose and whispering sappy compliments and corny pick up lines and raunchy one liners. He ducks his head into your neck and as he’s pressing kisses to your skin, his fingertips are searing into your waist, and you feel completely lightheaded at being so overwhelmed by his closeness.

☁ He gets loud from time to time, but when you shy away from him or possibly even tear up, he’s immediately bringing his voice down a few octaves and rushing forward to apologize and comfort you. His hands find your face and his voice is gentle, eyes warm as he looks across at you to

☁ There is a pretty heavy praise and worship between the two of you - Nishinoya loves to kiss your lips and tell you how pretty your eyes are and how good you take him and how beautiful your body looks while he’s fucking into you slow and deep. He’ll whisper with his nose against your temple, his lips against the shell of your ear, “Such a good girl, damn, you’re gorgeous. Look so pretty when you’re taking me just like this,” and then he makes your pussy cream with his fingers sneaked between your hips to find that precious bundle of nerves.

☁ On the same hand, he loves it when you whimper praises into the thin air between your bodies. You whimper, gasping out, “N-Noya, love your cock, please, fill me up, I-I want more.” And oh, does he deliver. Somehow he’s able to keep stretching you out and filling you up, even when you both think your cunt has sucked him in to the base. You tell him in blundering babbles how strong he is and how safe you feel with him, and the sound of you doting on him with your words is what makes his cock twitch just before he coats your walls white.

☁ At least once a month you two have a veg out on the couch night. Noya orders dinner, you put together a blanket nest, and you two snuggle down into the corner of the couch and watch whatever reruns or new anime is on that you’ve both decided to watch. He’ll ask you a million questions if he’s never seen it before, even if you haven’t seen it before, because he’s just so curious to know how it ends even though he doesn’t really want you to tell him.

☁ Nishinoya wants to do everything you love, no matter if he’s truly interested in it or not. It’s important to you, so it’s important to him. However, he really has a short attention span, so unless it’s something super stimulating, you’ll need to be willing to redirect him whenever necessary. You might need to stop for food in the middle just to break it all up.

☁ Affectionate? Please. Nishinoya can’t keep his hands off of you. If you’re in the same room together, he’s stood next to you, hand in your back pocket or arm around your shoulder. Everyone knows you two are together from the moment you set foot anywhere because he’s kissing your forehead or you’re leaning into his bicep or you’re holding each other around the waist. Sometimes the others have to remind you that you’re in public, even though Noya is just giving you a lil’ forehead smooch.

☁ Noya is a pretty joking guy, even though he does have his serious moments. He and Asahi are really close and he knows how to joke with him, so he learns from that and uses it to determine how far he can go with you so far as sarcasm and banter. He nudges your ribs and giggles in your ear and tells too many jokes sometimes, but you love it. There are times when he takes it too far, though, and the first time you get upset because of something he said, he’s apologizing for days and latching himself onto you like a koala. You have to tell him a dozen times over that you’re okay, so long as he doesn’t tell that joke again.

"It’s hot! And I’m not getting any better at this!” Noya groans, dropping back on the concrete so he’s laid out, sprawled limbs spread out every which way. He drapes his arm over his face to cover his eyes from the beating sun, his lips pulled into a pout, “Please, can’t we eat?!”

You chuckle, squatting beside him to tickle the little sliver of skin that’s peeking out from under the hem of his shirt from where he’s caused it to ride up by moving his arms around. “C’mon, Yuu, you’re not going to quit on me now, are you?”

Noya groans, rolling onto his side so he can rest his cheek against the tops of your knees, “But it’s hot and I’m hungry. We’ve been at this for hours!”

“It’s been twenty minutes.”

“Well-”

“It’s fine, babe,” you tell him, running your fingers through his hair, pulling gently at the brunette strands with your digits. Another chuckle shakes your chest and he turns his head to look at you, thankful that your body is blocking the direct sunlight, “I don’t want to not learn, honey, I just forgot to eat breakfast. Maybe we can grab something, go for a swim, and then try again?”

You do as he says, finding a food cart to grab something small to eat and scarfing it down on a picnic table that’s centered along the pavilion that overlooks the beach. You hold hands underneath the table, your palms rested on Noya’s knee. He’ll play with your fingers, squeezing your knuckles and following the curve of your palm down to your wrist. It feels that sometimes he’s even checking your pulse to make sure that you’re still okay, still with him. As if he cannot believe that this isn’t some sort of dream that he has the ecstasy of reliving every day.

As you drop your tee shirt to reveal your bathing suit, you can’t help but notice Noya’s eyes are all over your frame. He comes up behind you before you can turn around to admonish him for undressing you with his eyes in front of everyone here on the beach, and his arms wrap around your waist, head tucked into your neck. When he speaks, his voice is husky and it sends a jolt of electricity directly to your core, “We could always just go home-”

“You promised, Noya!” You whine, circling your hands around his wrist and tugging playfully. He groans and bares his teeth to your shoulder, sucking one harsh time before releasing you, “Only because I’m completely whipped for you, babe.”

Your feet hit the water and Noya is flying past you into the waves, screaming at the top of his lungs before he plunges into the sea. You can’t contain the giggles that part your lips, covering your mouth with your hand as the waves crash into your shins. You’re meeting him halfway, floating in the ocean water up to your shoulders, your body folded at the waist beneath the crest of the waves, “You’re so dramatic, Yuu.”

“You wouldn’t have me any other way, would you?” he asks, eyes still burning with that familiar flame as he tugs you by your hips so you’re straddling his waist beneath the water. You gasp as he rolls his hips up into you, the feel of his thick length hardening against your thigh, “N-Noya-”

“Shh,” his voice is accented by the feel of his middle finger slipping your bathing suit to he side, “Keep quiet, baby girl, and I’ll make sure we both feel good.”

Your voice is lost in your throat, irises swallowed by your pupils when the first languid stroke of his fingers finds your innermost folds. Nishinoya pulls your chin with his free hand, tilting your head so he can kiss you on the mouth, eliciting a gasp from the back of your throat, “That’s not quiet, baby. Try again.”

The way you gulp and nod your head makes him chuckle, but he can’t keep himself from you, and before you know it, he’s devouring you from both ends.

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kunrendeotaku · 3 years

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Chapter 12

I’m not sure how much longer Star drags me along before I finally look up, thinking that surely we should surely be home by now. To my surprise, I can’t immediately place where we are, but I think I see the mall fairly close by? That’s halfway across town! How far has Star dragged me? Ugh. I guess I have to put my own personal pity party on hold to ensure I can end up in my own bed tonight. The sheer amount of despair that thought provokes nearly makes me give up and lay back down, but I guess I’ve become more tired of sitting in this wagon than I thought, because the shaking now feels unbearable.

I roll out of the wagon and land on the concrete, but Star continues determinedly pulling her load along. I pick myself up, brush myself off, and rush to catch up with her. It causes a litany of aches and pains to run over my body, unfortunately, but I guess that's what you get for fighting above your weight class twice in the span of two days. Professional fighters usually spend months between fights, but I sure ain’t a professional. Still… they remind me of what I’ve been up to since I met Star. I fought monsters, I just finished fighting a fuckin demon! And I literally haven’t been bored even a single moment, the whole time. In spite of my grief for Rodrigo and his many brothers, I find a smile on my face.

“I see you finally decided to get up.” Star sounds completely miffed, perhaps understandably so. She must have been dragging me for miles. A twinge of guilt runs through me, she protects me (Mostly?) from Janna while I’m unconscious, then carries me away from the queen of creepiness herself? And I respond by making her drag me miles in a little metal wagon. I chuckle a bit nervously, scratching the back of my head. “Yeah, well, sorry about that. Janna… really gets to me. Where are we going anyway?”

Star glances over towards me with her lips pursed, but after only a few moments her gaze softens. In addition, that flush crops back over her cheeks and she looks away. Suspicious. I might have to find out if Star has anything to be guilty over herself. “Uh, yeah. We can call it even I guess. We’re heading to the school! We came out for your bike, we’re gonna get it.” Star declares, before pumping her free fist vigorously to punctuate her statement.

“Star…” I look at her in pity. “Did you take directions from Janna?” She blinks, tilting her head. “Yeah, why?” I grimace and rub the bridge of my nose. Stress levels rising. “Janna will literally never give you correct directions. Something about a middle school dare. We’ve been heading in the wrong direction for like, two hours.” I’m treated to my second view of Star’s cheek marks shattering in the same day, though unfortunately far less enjoyable this time. She groans, tossing herself back into the wagon to take my place. Her gigantic mass of blonde hair cushions her fall and honestly makes the thing look much more comfortable.

“C’mon. We’re pretty close to McDonalds, let's just grab some lunch.” Only unintelligible muttering comes from the bed of the wagon, and so I decide it's my turn to drag her around. I grab the handle and begin wheeling her along the sidewalk, wondering how in the world she’d managed to pull me for so long. A person is crazy heavy! Stupid warrior princess muscles. Probably the very same things making it so heavy for me. Luckily I don’t have to drag her nearly as far, but it's still going to be a grueling ten minutes of exertion all the way to our McDonald’s parking lot. “Listen, Marco, about earlier. You’re my guide to all Earth stuff, right?”

“Urgh. Yeah, that's right.” I answer, grunts of effort sometimes leaking out. Are these wheels even turning? “Well, you’re really smart about Earth stuff, but like… crazy dumb about magic. In the future, I’m gonna need you to follow my lead on that stuff. I’ll be your guide to the weird and wonderful magic of the multiverse!” Talkative when she’s not the one pulling, huh. I take my time to think that over, pondering what that would mean. On the one hand, that means I’m putting my safety and sanity in the hands of someone I’m pretty sure would classify as crazy. On the other hand, I really do have no clue what I’m doing when it comes to magic. That demon could have killed us, and it was all my fault. If we’re gonna keep seeing things like that…

“Alright, alright. That makes sense. We’ll just have to *gasp* teach each other.” Star bounces up onto her knees with a manic grin, shaking the whole wagon. “Great! First rule from your magic teacher: Unless I say otherwise, everyone who claims to be an Earth magician is doing real magic.” I slap my free hand into a vigorous facepalm, already feeling that that particular misunderstanding is definitely going to come back to bite me. “God-fine, sure Star. Every wacko who claims a mastery of voodoo or card tricks is a real wizard.” I hope my heavily slathered sarcasm makes it through that glitter filled skull of hers, but if so, she doesn’t react to it.

“Great! Also, I think we’re here.” Star jumps out of the wagon and points up at the building in front of us, done in beige and yellow. McDonalds written out in nice big letters, guess she’s right. I wonder if her dimension uses English in their writing as well, or if she learned before coming here? She does have a weird accent, now that I think of it. Something distinctly European, almost like a British accent's weird hyperactive cousin? About the best way to explain it. I of course park our wagon perfectly in the center of a parking space, finding myself compelled to click an imaginary electronic key. “Beep beep.”

I feel a hand snag my hoodie and drag me violently towards the door. “Hurry up, Marco! I smell food!” We blast into the door, which is thankfully push, rather than pull. I honestly think we might have busted the glass the other way around. Star thankfully releases me after I give her an affronted glare. The nerve, going after my hoodie. It could have stretched! She herself is bouncing up and down giddily, eyes swerving from place to place at lightning speed. I can tell the only reason she hasn’t gone any further into the room is that she simply can’t decide which to explore first.

“Earth Guide, rule one. When you find yourself in a place you don’t understand, do exactly as I do-or what the majority of others seem to be doing.” I gesture to the line of people getting ready to order, and step into line myself. “Oh, oh yeah. I can do that. No problem.” Star slides into place beside me, rather than behind me. Close enough, I guess… I’ll be paying for her food anyhow. “See that sign above the counter? Some of the items have pictures, some don’t, but that's the menu. Pick out one item from there, and a drink size.”

Star responds only with a few rapidfire nods, eyes already locked onto the menu. I wonder how she’ll do at her first time ordering a meal in an Earth restaurant? Unfortunately she’s not the most observant. I doubt she even hears how everyone else makes their orders, focused as she is on picking out her items. Eventually it comes time for us to make our orders, and she glances at me first. Good girl! She can learn! I step up and make my order quickly. “I’ll take a number three with a large fry and a large drink.” She asks if I’d like to make it a combo, which, obviously. I nod, then glance over at my new friend to see if she can follow along.

Star takes a deep breath, then holds up her wand and points it at the employee taking her order. It begins glowing with a menacing pink light. This isn’t exactly a promising start. “I don’t know what any of these are! I’ll just take the corn nuggets with the largest drink you have!” I quickly elbow her and shake my head, the poor confused lady just staring at us. “Star, there aren’t any corn nuggets on the menu!” She blinks, suddenly seeming just as befuddled as the rest of us. “What kind of food place doesn’t have corn nuggets?! I didn’t even bother looking for them, since I figured they weren’t one of the items with pictures!”

I sigh. Of course she only looked at the pictures. I slowly move Star’s wand arm down towards the floor so she can stop threatening the nice lady taking our orders, and thankfully she lets it stop glowing shortly after. “Look, she’ll take the 8 piece nuggets, large fry, and a large drink. Yes, Combo, whatever. Listen-thrown in a kids meal toy and she’s less likely to cause another scene.” The look of sheer exhaustion on my face must have clued the employee into something, as she suddenly gives me a look of sympathy and nods. I snag our two cups and lead Star over to the drink machine, a confused look on her face.

“Star. Can you tell me what you did wrong there?” She blinks, then frowns, thinking back over her actions. “Well, I greeted the lady, asked her for the food, and told her my drink size. Honestly, I think I did great. Pretty much the only one in the wrong is this place for not having corn nuggets.” Star scoffs, clearly unrepentant. We have a lot of work to do here. “No, Star. You threatened an innocent woman, demanded food instead of asking, and didn’t read the menu. At all. Worse, you didn’t observe anyone else to figure out the right way to do it-even me! You could have literally only repeated what I said and been fine!”

“Ohhhh. I just figured princesses behaved differently, so I never really think about how other people do things.” Star begins holding up fingers in turn as she lists off “Always meet a new person vigorously and with your weapons at the ready, from Dad. Never ask for anything as it makes you look weak, from Mom. Annnd both of them always said it was other people’s responsibility to match my demands. I did it all right! Three boxes checked, woo.” Star pumps her arms, a proud grin on her face.

I simply shake my head, wondering where this spoiled side of Star has popped up from. I mean, when she said she was a princess, it was always kind of hard to see-she treats me like an equal, along with my parents, and even Janna. But I guess service people automatically ping as ‘peasants’ for her royal upbringing? I wonder if it's even possible to overwrite fourteen years of habits built while considering yourself one of the most important people in your country. “Second Earth Guide rule: Marco’s orders supersede princess training. You can’t be a normal Earthling if you follow all the crazy rules of being a princess at the same time-heck, I find it hard to believe you follow them even half the time anyway, so this should be easy!”

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mercieshana · 5 years

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Thursday nights

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut (daddy kink, oral, fingering, orgasm, dirty talk...), fluff

Word Count: 6.2k

Summary: You meet Jimin at the club, then end up at his house party and later he ends up between your legs.

Writer’s note: Hope y’all enjoy. This one’s a lil longer and it takes a bit to get to the smut part. Lemme know what y’all think and have a blessed (sinful ;-P) Sunday.

There you were, on a Thursday night, marching up the sidewalk with your best friend, Elaine, beside you. Both of you had a red solo cup in hand and were already quite lit off of the vodka that was in your cups and the whiskey shots, you had prior to the departure for the your journey to the club that you were currently still on. The giggling that originated from you and Elaine and the sound of loud American muscle cars that were also heading to the club zooming by you two filled the silence of the night. You loved carefree nights like these, the cold air that was hitting your face, the liquor that was setting your body on fire and your best friend right by your side that was feeding positive energy to your soul - it didn’t get much better than that.

“Yo, chug the rest of the vodka in your cup before we go in,” your girl said, ripping you out of your thoughts and disposing of her empty red solo cup in the trash right beside her. You didn’t even realize that you two were already right in front of the club.

“Right,” you replied, downing the rest of the vodka in your plastic cup and making a face when it made its way down your throat, burning. You couldn’t help, but notice a tall group of guys pass by you. They were young, attractive and confident. One of them stood out to you though. He was wearing a pair of black air one Jordan’s, blue ripped jeans and a tighter white shirt that definitely showed off his toned body, especially his arms.

Oh the things I’d do to that body, you thought, a smirk appearing on your face.

“Eye candy,” you heard Elaine’s voice beside you, a knowing smile tugging on each corner of her red lips that perfectly accentuated her dark hair that was tied up in a sleek high ponytail on top of her head.

“Dang right,” you grabbed her hand and made your way into the dark club. There was a line and of course both of you got ID’d immediately, but both of y’all were already 18, so it wasn’t a problem at all. You were behind the guy that you thought was handsome and had another chance to scan him up and down, before he disappeared into the crowd, while you and E were giving your jackets to the people at the wardrobe; so they could hang them up and you wouldn’t have to drag them around with you the whole time.

“Let’s go to the restroom,” E stated, heading through the crowd, going through a doorway and entering a room that had a huge bar right in the center of it that was attended to by two to three capable bartenders, dressed in white and black, that didn’t seem to be overwhelmed by the large amount of people that were standing at the bar, waiting for them to give them the overpriced beverage they had ordered. You carefully skimmed the impatient people that were waiting, but - sigh - your eye candy was nowhere to be seen. A slight frown appeared on your face.

“Come on,” E caught your attention, before making a right and entering the female restroom with you close behind her. Thank God none of you had to use the restroom, because, of course, there was a line of females, in overly high heels and nearly no clothing on, waiting to relieve themselves, before heading back to the dance floor or the bar, in hope of finding a piece of meat to take home. The two of you had merely come in to touch up on your makeup and make sure your outfit was still sitting pretty - and it was. Elaine spun around, checking out her crop top and nicely fitted black jeans out in the mirror, before polishing up her lipstick and tightening her ponytail.

You on the other hand just reapplied your cherry lipgloss and re-adjusted your tight top that made your tits look good and tightened the gold belt on your dark jeans that hugged the curve of your behind exceptionally well. Both E and you were wearing black and white converse - it was kind of your own “squad wear” and wearing converse every time the squad went out was a given that did not have to be spoken on, it was simply expected.

“Dang you sexyyyyy biatch,” E hyped you up while you were posing in the mirror, making a duck face and twirling your index finger in your dark hair, while your other hand was resting steadily on your dark purple Michael Kors purse.

The two of you burst out into a string of laughter, before making your way out of the restroom and heading to the hip-hop room, which meant making a right after exiting the ladies room, pushing past a bunch of bodies, heading towards the huge bar in the center of the one room and then making a left and going straight into the large hip-hop room. The description definitely sounded waaaaaay more confusing than it actually was.

There were of course a bunch of bodies jerking around on the dance floor to the loud music that was coming from the speakers and the DJ that were positioned close to the stage, which was toward the back of the room. E and you were being eyed by a bunch of guys, as you made your towards one of the DJ’s, cause E wanted to request “Black Beatles” by Rae Sremmurd. As you casually leaned against the wall, waiting for E to hurry up and request the song, you spotted the handsome stranger from before. He was dancing in the middle of a dance circle, dance-battling one of his friends you were assuming. The way his body moved to the beat so smoothly and swiftly, turned you on for some reason.

Wow, he can move like that, you hungrily eyed him, that’s hot. You weren’t usually like this though. You weren’t a predator on the lookout for prey. This was most definitely the alcohol that was coursing through your body, making you feel especially wild tonight.

“Hey, that’s that guy,” E pointed out the obvious and you nodded.

“You should go talk to him!”

“What,” you asked, your head snapping in her direction, so you could look at her face. You weren’t really the type of person to approach people, you liked being approached and plus, you weren’t really too familiar or comfortable with the club scene yet. You were a “noob” when it came to clubbing, probably cause you had turned 18 not too long ago and were now allowed in clubs.

“I said go talk to him,” E repeated and you nervously shook your head.

“Nahhhhhh, I don’t really know what to say. He’s hot, but he’s probably not into girls like me,” you answered.

“What! You are one of the hottest girls at this club and all the guys are eyeing you, in case you haven’t noticed,” she shouted, her voice nearly disappearing under the loud music that was booming through the room.

“I think I’m just going to watch him,” you turned your body to completely face Elaine and thus, turned your back to the hottie that was dancing his heart out.

“I think you’re going to talk to him,” E smiled, her eyes shifting from yours to something behind you. Your brows furrowed and before you could utter a word or turn around, her semi-large hands gave you a powerful shove and you stumbled backwards, nearly losing your footing, but thankfully a pair of strong, large hands came to your aid, steadying your fragile body.

You shifted to look at your hero and made eye contact with that hot guy you’d been secretly eyeing all night - fuck, was all that was filling your mind.

Your eyes went wide and he was staring up down at you intensely.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! SAY SOMETHING!

You managed to choke out an almost inaudible “T-thank you,” before you regained control of your wobbly body that nearly melted into his touch and started to head for E that had the biggest shit-eating grin on her face that you’d ever seen in your whole life.

You mouthed the words “I hate you” at her.

“Wait, what’s your name,” heard his manly voice ring from behind you and it literally sent shivers up and down your spine and halted your movement.

You turned around nervously and stiff as a board, before forcing out the word, “(Y/N)”.

“(Y/N) ,” his face lit up immediately and dang did that toothy smile suit him “beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

He thought I was beautiful?, your heart pounded against your chest and you feared he might hear the loud thumping sound that rang through your ears.

“I’m Jimin,” he smirked, his tongue darting out to wet his pink lips and fuckkkk did you want to put that tongue to work.

“H-hi,”you said nervously, toying with your fingers and looking up at him with big doe eyes.

It seemed as though he was about to say something else, but before he was able to, his friend appeared from behind him, letting him know that they were having shots at the bar.

“I’ll be right back,” he said reassuringly, before disappearing into the crowd and you were positive you wouldn’t see him again. The club was big and there were a bunch of pretty girls he could get distracted by, so there really wasn’t any chance that he’d come back to search for you, but part of you still hoped he would.

You had been so nervous that you didn’t even realize your whole body had been shaking. Elaine quickly approached you and nudged you in the side with her elbow.

“That worked out nicely, didn’t it?” she asked and you could clearly hear the grin in her voice.

“Fuck you! I almost had a heart attack,” you complained, simultaneously letting out a sigh of relief.

“Sooooo what’s his name,” she smiled.

“Jimin,” you swooned.

“(Y/N) and Jimin! That sounds good to me,” E patted you on the back, “Where did he go though?”

“He said he was going to be right back after taking some shots or something, but we will see about that. The club is big and there are a lot of pretty girls out here-,” before you could even finish your sentence, E popped the back of your head and you let out an inaudible yelp.

“Fuck that noise,” your bestie shouted, “Let’s go dance!”

After what seemed like hours of dancing and getting hit on, you started to feel a little tired. You glanced over at Elaine who had secured herself a boy-toy for the night and you sighed in disappointment.

Where had Jimin gone? You didn’t really want to think of him, but you couldn’t help it. There was so much you didn’t know about him. He was nothing but a beautiful stranger - a sexy and dangerous looking stranger if you might add.

You didn’t want to be a party-pooper and tell E you wanted to leave, cause she seemed as though she was still having the time of her life, so you just tried your best to keep an eye on them, in case Elaine needed any kind of assistance.

Suddenly, two hands covered your eyes and your heart began to pound like crazy.

“Guess who,” a manly voice sounded from right beside your ear and it ran shivers up and down your spine.

Your mind was racing. Who could it be? Well, the only person that you’d hoped it’d be was Jimin, so that’s the name that escaped your lips.

“Bingo,” he spun you around by your hips and rested his hands there.

“I thought you’d never show,” you smiled up at him, taking in his smooth skin and his kissable looking lips, as well as his black hair that you just wanted to tug on while he ate you like a strawberry cupcake - but you couldn’t say all of that.... at least not right now.

“I couldn’t leave here without getting a second look at you and getting your number,” he pulled out his phone, handing it to you.

You gladly obliged, typing in your number and giving the phone back to him.

He did not hesitate to call you right away and the phone in your pocket buzzed as you checked it, a number that you had never seen before illuminating the screen.

“Had to make sure you weren’t tricking me,” he winked at you and grinned. Boy, he looked so handsome, his eyes forming crescent moons as he wore the wide grin on his face.

You guys began having a long and deep conversation about your lives, your goals and your families, while E and her boy-toy were making out on the dance floor. The fact that this man actually had goals and dreams was arousing in itself. A hot guy with a brain?! What! You were literally dripping at this point, but he didn’t have to know that while he was explaining his business plans your panties got wetter with every syllable that slipped past his delicious looking lips. You were so wrapped up in the conversation and before you knew it, the clock struck 4am and the time to leave had come. You sighed disappointedly when you saw the time on your phone screen, having no choice but to cut the good conversation you were having with this attractive male short.

“It’s getting really late or well early,” you brought up hesitantly “and, sadly, it’s time for me to collect my friend and go,” you stated, nervously tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Leaving me so soon, beautiful?”

Your eyes immediately shot up to meet his manly gaze that was fixed on you and his appearance made you want to melt.

You managed to choke out a nearly inaudible “Y-yes,” his dark eyes staring you down, making your heart race.

“At least allow me the pleasure of escorting you out, so I can spend a few more moments with you.”

His sudden gentlemanly reply caught you off guard and appealed to the little Disney princess fan you had tucked away deep inside of you - your hopeless romantic side.

His hand found the small of your back as he walked with you through the club in search of E, whom the two of you found making out in a corner.

His touch on your back made you feel warm and protected, but also added fuel to the fire that was burning between your legs.

You two quickly collected E and a few minutes later the three of you were standing at the exit with your jackets in hand.

“Be safe out there, princess,” he ran his hand through your hair and then guided his fingers along your jawline, before brushing his thumb across your bottom lip. It seemed as though he was about to kiss you and - YES - that’s exactly what your heart and body desired.

A knowing smirk appeared on his face, as if he knew precisely what was crossing your one track mind at the moment, before he turned to casually strut away, purposely leaving you unsatisfied and riled up, but also interested and wanting more.

Your eyes followed his muscular and virile frame, until it could no longer be seen.

“I don’t even want to leave,” E sighed when you were dragging her out of the club.

“Oh well, it’s like 4:15 am,” you retorted.

Your phone buzzed and you reached into your back pocket, pulling it out to check it.

Let me know when you make it home safely

-Jimin

Your face immediately lit up and you were eager to get back to your place, so you could text him back.

...

Home safe

-(Y/N)

You texted him back, as soon as you got through the door, guiding E to her room and putting her to bed.

Lol. I know it’s you, silly and good, now I can go to sleep.

His reply made your phone buzz and you swiftly read it, your fingers typing up a reply within seconds.

Oh, did you wait up for me?

You smirked at his reply.

Of course I did, princess.

Oh, there he goes again with the name calling, you rolled your eyes feigning annoyance, but actually you were quite amused by it. You dropped down onto the bed in your own room and let out an exhausted sigh. You didn’t even notice that you were that tired, the sleepiness had just kind of snuck up on you. The night has been great, but also suuuper long. You were so worn out that you didn’t even realize that your eyes had fallen shut and you were dozing off, completely forgetting to reply.

Your phone buzzed loudly at 11am, waking you from your rather light slumber. You groaned, rolling over with your hand searching for your phone. After retrieving it, you glanced at the screen, wincing when you realized the brightness was turned up way too high for your sensitive eyes.

Good morning, princess. What are you doing later today?

Your eyes skimmed the text that you had gotten from Jimin about a minute ago and you smiled. He texted me again, you thought happily.

I was planning on hanging out with Elaine.

You replied, not wanting to seem too available. Your phone buzzed yet again. He was quite the speedy texter.

Perfect. I wanted to know if you and her would like to come over to my place and have fun at this little party my boys and I are throwing tonight?

Mmmmmmmm

You sent back, as if you were thinking about it, but let’s be honest here, the answer was yes from the get-go.

It would really make my night to see you again.

The phone vibrated yet again.

Plus, we’re ordering pizza for tonight too. Now if that doesn’t convince you, then I don’t know what will.

You laughed, he was definitely a funny guy.

Alright, alright.

You replied, acting convinced and “defeated”.

Great! Then I’ll see E and you, princess, tonight @ 675 palm tree avenue #2. It’s the big yellow house, you can’t miss it. I’ll expect you at 8.

Your fingers quickly typed up a reply, asking about the attire you should come in for the party.

Wait, what’s the dress-code?

Buzz.

Just wear something you’d want me to see you in.

...

8:40pm rolled around and you and E were just getting into the Uber. Turns out that Jimin’s place was about 30 minutes away, but that didn’t really matter - the stars of the party are always late.

The Uber pulled up to house #2 around 9:15pm and boy, were the two of you surprised. This was no house, it was a freaking villa and this was also not just a small little get-together, but a huge ass house party. You stepped out of the Uber in a tight and very short black dress, a pair of red, tall Louboutins and a brown, small, Michael Kors purse. Your hair was tied up into a tight, but high ponytail and your facial features were complimented by the makeup you had put on about an hour ago. Your neck and ears were also blinged out by a pair of golden hoops and a necklace that made your dark eyes pop. E of course looked stunning as well with her long dark brown hair cascading down her back, her tight snakeskin looking dress and her LV heels that went well with her LV purse and bracelet. The two of you made your way up the stairs and into the house, the front door being open, due to the huge amount of people that were in the front yard, smoking, drinking, but also dancing to the loud music that could be heard coming from the inside. The villa was insanely spacious, so although there were 100+ people there, it never felt too crowded or uncomfortable, because everyone was sort of distributed and spaced out all throughout the home.You passed by people that were playing beer-pong, never-have-I-ever and twister on your search for Jimin, but also the bar. You found the bar which was located towards the back of a huge room with huge glass windows to the left of it, but no Jimin.

Maybe he was upstairs or something, you thought to yourself. There was even a bartender at this party, holding down the fort and supplying you and E with a pair of Caipirinhas and a few vodka shots. After downing the shots and taking a few sips of your drink you turned to the left and realized that there was an outside party area with a pool and a dj. Maybe Jimin is out there, you thought, taking E outside with you. And surely, there he was in all his glory, but shirtless this time and only in a pair of swimming trunks. You watched him splash in the water with who seemed to be his friends, chucking a football around. His body looked amazing, so toned and fit and his blue trunks that were wrapped around his lower body complimented his creamy white skin and his dark hair. You were so caught in a trance that you didn’t realize the football had been tossed over Jimin’s head and was heading straight for you.

“Look out,” one of the guys shouted, snapping you out of your daze, but it was too late, you tried to dodge the ball, but you ended up losing your balance, falling and getting hit by the ball anyway.

God, please just come get me, I’m dying of embarrassment, you pleaded, laying on the ground with your arm covering your face. You wanted to cry that’s how embarrassed you were. You completely tuned out the sounds around you and we’re so focused on your embarrassment that you didn’t even register that hardly anyone had noticed other than E, the boys that were playing the game, Jimin and a few spectators. Everyone else was far too stoned, or buzzed off of the liquor.

“Are you okay? (Y/N),” E asked nervously, genuinely concerned about your well being, her hand touching yours and her voice soft.

Before you answered her question, you heard a quick succession of footsteps coming closer.

“Oh my gosh! Is she okay,” you heard a manly voice ring in your ears and you uncovered your eyes to see a handsome blond male standing over you and next to E.

“I-I am,” you tried to sit up.

“I’m so sorry! That was my fault I-,“before he could finish his apology Jimin came running from behind him, smacking the back of his head playfully and muttering an “Idiot” to him.

He immediately kneeled down beside you, concern and worry taking over his playful expression. His eyes moving from your face to your knee, his brows furrowing. The way his dark wet hair was dangling in his face with his skin glistening in the light had you mesmerized.

“Your knee,” you felt his fingers brush over the skin of your knee, drawing your attention from his body down to yours.

“Oh, I didn’t even realize,” you took a look at your scraped knee.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up,” you heard Jimin say and before you could even manage to push yourself off of the ground, Jimin’s strong arms swooped you up and he held you in his arms the way a prince holds a princess.

Jimin turned to face Elaine, his drenched body, but also his words making you drip, “Mind if I borrow her for a while?”

“Not at all,” E replied, peeking at you and giving you a quick thumbs up.

Jimin swiftly made his way inside the huge villa and then upstairs with a cocky smile on his face. Your small hands were gripping onto his muscular arms, you being scared of falling and nearly dying of embarrassment yet again.

He carried you into what seemed to be his bedroom and carefully placed you on the huge king-size bed that was covered in creamy white covers and sheets which were decorated with golden tassels. Your mouth was agape as you eyed the room that looked like it belonged to some kind of royal bloodline, with the whole space being decorated with the colors white and gold, plus a tiny bit of red.

“Wait here. I’ll be right back”, Jimin headed through a wooden door to the left that probably led to a fancy bathroom. His absence gave you a moment to breathe and you laid down on the soft covers, the alcohol slowly getting to you as you felt a bit more tipsy.

Who would’ve thought that you’d end up on this “stranger’s” amazing bed like this.

Before you could collect your thoughts, Jimin returned with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a cue tip in his hands. He smiled before kneeling down before you and extending his hand to gently hold your leg and disinfect the small would with the cue tip that he had dipped into the disinfectant. You winced at the small, but sharp pain.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, his focus still on your wound.

“Yeah, a little,” you replied, looking down at him.

“Do you want to take a shower?” he motioned at your dress that reeked of the alcohol you had spilled on yourself during the fall.

“Umm, yes please,” you gladly took him up on that offer as you were dying to get out of the sticky and nasty dress.

“Alright, the bathroom is right over there,” he pointed in the direction of the restroom and you immediately sat up, maybe a little too quickly and nearly fell a second time, but thank the Lord for Jimin’s strong arms that came to your aid.

“Woah there,” he chuckled and you blushed, swiftly disappearing into the bathroom with a nearly inaudible “thanks.”

(Y/N), you’re so dumb,” you stared at your reflection in the mirror. Your dress that you had worn for Jimin was completely ruined. Frustrated, you began to strip off your dress and let it fall to the ground, exposing your matching black and pink lacy bra and thong. Well, at least your underwear still looked good. You undid your now messy ponytail and let your hair loose.

“Wow,” you heard from behind you, causing you to freeze up instantly. Your eyes met with Jimin’s in the mirror.

“J-Jimin,” his name nervously escaped your mouth as you spun around, your hands flying up to cover you. Your face was as red as a tomato and your body grew hot under Jimin’s watchful gaze. He was casually leaning against the doorframe with a huge smirk on his face. He was also holding a towel and a change of clothes in his hand that were probably for you.

“So this is what you wanted me to see, huh?”

You remembered that Jimin had told you to wear whatever you wanted him to see you in and deep down he was right, you did want him to see you in this. He slowly began to approach you, like a predator that was cornering its prey. He backed you all the way into the marble counter and trapped you between himself and the counter, his hands resting on either side of you. You were so nervous that you couldn’t even look at his face. You jumped when his hand tilted your chin up and your eyes met his dark, mysterious and wanting brown orbs. He was eyeing you from top to bottom and it seemed as though he was ready to devour every inch you. Before you could even utter a word, his lips crashed into yours. His candy lips were soft, but the kiss was somehow rough and needy. You moaned when his large hand that had been fisting your hair began to grope your left breast, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues danced a fiery tango and his wet muscle was of course dominating yours. He broke the kiss to take a look at your breathless body that seemed as though it wanted more. Your nipples had hardened and your panties were literally stuck to your hot, wet center. Your appearance and the feeling of your velvety lips made Jimin grow hard, his member pressing aggressively against the fabric of his swim trunks.

“You’re so sexy, (Y/N),” he bent down and his lips encountered yours yet again. This time he deepened the kiss and wrapped one of his hands around your throat, choking you a bit. He was making you crazy and you started to rub your thighs together, hoping to get some kind of friction to relive the aching wetness between your two limbs. Jimin moved from your lips to your jaw, peppering kisses there until he reached your neck which he assaulted for quite sometime, leaving red marks that served as evidence of his presence behind. He attacked your chest next, after he had ridden you of your bra. He licked the area around your nipple, before sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. You moaned loudly, your hands tugging at his hair.

“You like that?” he asked, but you couldn’t find the words to answer him and he stopped. Disappointed you met his gaze and he chuckled.

“Princess, when Daddy asks you a question you have to answer. Preferably with a “Yes Daddy”,” a huge smirk appeared on his face, when he saw the shiver that ran down your spine as soon as the word “Daddy” slipped past his lips.

“Yes, Daddy,” you obliged, desiring nothing more than for him to continue and continue he did, until he had finally reached the area between your legs - the area you needed him the most at.

“Turn around for me, princess,” he commanded and turn around you did. He bent your upper body down and began to rub your ass.

“What do you want me to do, princess?” he asked, toying with your thong, making you even more wet. You squirmed and he chuckled yet again.

“Use your words, princess or else Daddy can’t help you.”

“Please take off my thong, Daddy,” you said with your head resting on the cold marble counter. He didn’t hesitate to hook his finger in your thong and pull them down the curve of your ass and your legs painfully slow. You saw an accomplished smile in his reflection as soon as he saw how drenched you were. You blushed and hid your face.

“Hide your face from me again and I will spank you,” he stated and you instantaneously uncovered your, still red, face.

“Y-Yes, Daddy,” you answered.

“What a good girl,” he smiled triumphantly, his finger rubbing along your slit, making you bite your lip.

“What do you want Daddy to do now?” he questioned and you didn’t understand how him asking these questions and calling himself “Daddy” was having such an effect on you. You were so horny and all your nervousness had long been replaced by lust.

“Daddy, please make me feel good,”you begged, wiggling your ass to gain some kind of friction. He smiled amused and pushed his index finger inside of you while staring at the lewd facial expression you were wearing in the mirror.

“More Daddy,” you requested and he obliged, feeling generous, so he pressed more fingers into you, fingering your roughly while earning squirms and louder moans from you. You loved the way his fingers were making you feel, stretching you out with a bit, but also giving you pleasure at the same time - but they weren’t enough. You were still famished and Jimin could tell. He as well seemed to still be wanting more, his erection in his trunks still standing strong and proud. He fingered you, until your wetness seemed to overflow and run all the way down your thighs to the back of your knees. You were slowly, but surely approaching your climax and Jimin sensed this. He pulled his fingers out before you could reach it though, warming a cry of protest in return.

“Wait, princess. Daddy will satisfy you.”

You heard him rummaging around a drawer before pulling out a golden condom wrapper. He ripped it with his teeth and tugged down his trunks. You caught a glimpse of the monster he had been hiding and your jaw nearly dropped. He had a huge, angry and veiny cock and the tip of it was decorated by a bead of his lust.

“Daddy that’s too big!” you stared at it with wide eyes. He grinned proudly.

“It’s not,” he pumped himself a few times, before rolling on the condom.

“Daddy, it won’t fit,” you began to get nervous again. You had never taken a cock that big before, let alone seen one that size.

“It will,” you felt him run the head of his cock through your folds and you whined. He felt so good and you wanted him so bad.

“Princess, you’re so wet. Let Daddy taste you,” you felt the tip of his dick disappear and his wet muscle darted out from between his lips and tongue kissed your pussy. Your legs began to shake lightly and your teeth sunk down into your bottom lip hard. His tongue felt absolutely amazing.

“You taste delicious and sweet,” he said, emerging from behind you while licking his lips that were covered in your sweet nectar.

“Now, let Daddy feel you,” you heard him say before the tip of his cock once again returned to your folds. He wrapped one of his hands around your hair and pulled back a little, making you push back a little and onto his big dick. You whined and he smiled.

“So you can’t run from me,” he slightly tugged on your hair with his eyes meeting your wide ones. Before you had the chance to add anything to what he had said he pushed into you in one swift motion and you cried out, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You wanted to run from it, but there was nowhere to go. It hurt. You let out a few painful squirms as he pulled back and then pushed back into you more softly.

“Shhhhh, Princess. It’ll be fine,” he consoled you, kissing down your spine. He was right, after a short time you began to adjust to his size and the pain you had been receiving turned into pleasure. Within a few minutes you were begging and moaning for more which Jimin gladly gave you. He began bucking his hips into you more roughly, bruising your hips that were pushed against the counter. You felt everything, every vein and motion from his member, every kiss he pressed onto your back and every stretch he made you go through as he pulled out and pressed back into your tight pussy. Jimin was letting you experience a mixture or pain and pleasure you had never experienced before and you were loving it. The rapture you were receiving started to overwhelm you and before you knew it you were very close to receiving your first orgasm.

“Daddy, I’m going to cum!” you shouted, some of your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead.

“Yes, Princess, cum for Daddy,” he commanded and you came on the spot, your walls tightening around him and nearly making him reach his high as well, but Jimin persevered and continued to aggressively fuck into you, causing you to experience a second and a third orgasm. When your fourth one was strongly approaching you could feel that Jimin must have been close as well. His thrusts were beginning to become erratic and he began to let out louder grunts and moans. You pushed back into him even more, wanting him to come with you.

“Fuck, Princess, you’re going to make Daddy cum,” he said with his brows furrowed. Your high hit you hard, with euphoria immediately taking over you and causing your muscle to tighten around him. He could no longer withstand the pleasure and shot his hot seed into the restraints of the condom with a loud, deep grunt. For a short moment both of you were just breathing heavily, trying to regain your breath. Jimin soon pulled out of you, ridding himself of the condom and tossing it in the trash.

“Well, now we are both wet and sweaty,” he laughed out loud, looking at his and your glistening skin in the mirror, his dominant side that had just been present a few moments ago disappearing.

“Looks like there is only one thing left to do,” you said with a huge smirk as you stepped into the shower. As Jimin was staring at you, you winked at him and said playfully, “You could join me and we could like save some water and help the environment. Plus, I kinda have this dripping hole and I wanted to know if you had something to plug it with.”

Jimin chuckled, before following you into the shower.

“I swear I’m going to make you mine,” were the last words that could be heard before the loud sound of hot, rushing water filled the air.

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It’s come time for Phil to reintroduce himself to Dan’s family in the proper context, but there’s one member that he’s not entirely confident about connecting with.

written for pff’s 2019 bingo fest! checks off “in-laws,” “cereal,” and “communication.”

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Phil wakes up too early, like he usually does after spending the night in an unfamiliar bed. Not per his usual, though, he remembers where he is before he even opens his eyes, the soreness in his back an immediate reminder that he’s not at home, settled into a nest of warm grey sheets and cushy pillows in a bed with much better support than the double-size air mattress set up on the floor of Dan’s childhood bedroom.

“Uh, it’s not ideal,” Karen had told them while showing them upstairs, pushing open Dan’s closed bedroom door to reveal a large air mattress taking up the majority of the floorspace. “But setting a bed for Phil on the couch seemed a bit stupid, and expecting you both to cram all of your giant limbs into that tiny single bed… seemed even stupider.”

Dan had just laughed and shook his head and tossed his bag lightly onto the center of the comforter spread neatly over their makeshift accommodation. “It’s great, mum. Thank you.”

Phil smiles to himself just thinking about it, still not quite ready to open his eyes. He knows it’s not a big deal, but at the same time it is a big deal - them sharing a bed in Dan’s family home, his mum making one up for them to share without even being asked. Phil knows that it means a lot to Dan, that six months later he’s still reeling from such overwhelming support from the people he’d spent most of his life just trying to hide from. Phil’s happy because Dan’s happy and also because it’s what’s right. That just makes him smile wider and roll onto his other side, reaching his arm out and searching for Dan’s warm body to snuggle into.

When his hand lands on nothing but an empty mattress, though, he frowns, and finally opens his eyes.

The house is quiet while he putters around upstairs, which he reckons is because it’s not even gone 7am according to his phone, which also has a text from Dan explaining that his Nana’s called him over to her house with an iPad-related technology issue. Unlike when they’re in London, he can’t quite get away with ignoring her early-morning calls when she’s just a few minutes away.

Phil does his best to stay quiet too, because his limbs are long and clumsy and Dan’s house is old with creaky floorboards so it’s truly a concerted effort, but he does manage to make it to the bathroom and back without a racket.

When he gets back, he perches on the bed - the real bed, Dan’s single bed, which seems so foreign and faraway now even though he’s literally right on top of it - and checks to see if Dan’s replied to his and how’s that going for you text.

He has.

[Dan]: it’s all good she couldn’t connect to the wifi so i reset her router

[Dan]: she’s making breakfast now

Just reading the word breakfast makes Phil’s stomach grumble, and he stares forlornly at his phone screen as if it’ll make a bowl of cereal materialize right in front of him.

It doesn’t, but he does get another text.

[Dan]: have you eaten yet?

He blinks at the message a couple of times. He’d actually thought that he’d wait for Dan to get home to have breakfast with him. But now that Dan’s otherwise occupied…

[Phil]: Um… no? I didn’t know your grandma was gonna keep you, so I was planning on waiting.

[Dan]: just go get something from the kitchen, you dingus. you’re a big boy, you know how to eat by yourself.

Phil rolls his eyes fondly, but he can’t really ignore the tiny, anxious fluttering in the pit of his stomach, as much as he wants to. He feels kind of stupid sending his next response, but it’s the truth.

[Phil] That’s weird though, it’s not my house. I can’t just like… help myself.

His stomach does another nervous little flip when he sees the three little gray dots pop up on Dan’s side of the screen, then go away again, then pop up again. It’s longer than Dan usually takes to type and it doesn’t take that many words to tell him he’s being daft.

He knows he is. It’s just that stupid anxiety that still crops up every now and then, the kind where he’s scared to make phone calls or answer the door or go to big gatherings and Dan covers him, but he’s not here to do that right now. And he shouldn’t have to be.

When Dan’s message finally pops up, he blows out a deep breath before reading.

[Dan]: i go down to the kitchen and fix myself food all the time when we’re at your parents’ house. i know it’s different here but mum wants you to make yourself at home and so do i so go to the kitchen and get yourself a fucking bowl of crunchy nut, i refuse to come home to see you all grumpy and haggard just because you didn’t have your morning coffee and cereal

Phil has to bite back a smile at that. The idea of getting close to Dan’s family, of making himself comfortable in their space, kind of scares him. He’s pretty sure it scares Dan, too, probably even moreso. But the fact that he wants to try - that he wants them both to try - makes him feel warm inside.

[Dan]: srsly tho. go eat, i won’t be that much longer and then we can hide out in my room for a little while before lunch

He smiles because alone time with Dan is always a treat even when they’ve only been in others’ company for less than a day, and because Dan’s voice of reason has gone and made him properly hungry, more than he can ignore, so he’s going to satiate himself and he’s going to not worry about it on the way.

Phil’s not really sure where to go from here. He doesn’t want to go back up the stairs, because that could accidentally draw attention, and to be caught fleeing from the situation would be embarrassing.

But, he also doesn’t really want to keep walking into the kitchen.

Karen had told them that Adrian wouldn’t be getting here until this afternoon.

Phil doesn’t have a problem with him. He’s seen him enough times, had enough courteous chats with him over ten years. It’s kind of weird looking at him though, going on 22 years old, remembering how he’d been been scared shitless to meet him when he was just 12. He’d been scared shitless to meet Dan’s entire family, even though there wasn't anything to be scared about. He was Dan’s good friend, as far as they were concerned, and they were good at keeping up that act, at least around the family - his dad, his mum, his grandparents.

His brother.

He’s not sure if Adrian even particularly cares about him or his relationship with Dan. He does know that out of his entire family, he’d been the one that Dan was the least scared of coming out to. Phil doesn’t know if that’s because the emotional attachment there was less strong than to his mum and grandma, or because he was just younger and more likely to understand, or both.

Phil just doesn’t really know him.

It makes him a little sad. Dan and Martyn are such good friends and Phil loves it, how well Dan slots in with his family. It feels right.

He has to remind himself all the time that it’s not the same with Dan. That Dan’s family doesn’t mean the same thing to him, that there’s residual fear and anxiety and they’re all still figuring it out with each other as they go and that Phil’s just very, very recently become a real part of it. Sort of. He’s not sure if Dan’s family really knows what to do with him.

To be fair, he’s not really sure what to do with them either. It’s all new. That’s why spending Christmas with Dan’s family feels so huge, even though they’ve all been acting casual about it. He doesn’t feel casual. He doesn’t think any of them do, but it’s a work in progress.

He thinks back to Karen showing them into Dan’s room the day before.

“Next time you come round, we’ll have a proper double bed. It was probably stupid of me to expect you to fit into that single all by yourself once you hit puberty, anyway.”

He remembers seeing Dan’s dimple cave in the way it does when he’s holding back a little smile, remembers thanking her when she left them to get settled in and Dan practically tackling him down onto the mattress. Remembers thinking how happy he was to have another safe space, that he could hardly imagine how Dan must be feeling, with that safe space finally being his own family.

“Oh shit, Phil!”

Adrian’s expression once he’s finally turned around from the kitchen counter is startled, and Phil feels startled in return despite having just been stood there, staring like a freak.

He imagines it’s probably a comical sight from the outside - him standing frozen in his flannel pajama bottoms, Friends t-shirt, mismatched socks, glasses and bedhead, opposite Adrian and his oversized button-up shirt and running shorts, which seems to Phil to be an odd combination, but he supposes he can’t judge. His wrist tattoo peeks out from under the cuff, beside where he’s clutching a glass bottle of ketchup in his hand, and a tablespoon in the other.

“Sorry!” He finally manages, once his initial deer-in-headlights reaction wears off, and he takes a couple steps back. “Didn’t mean to interrupt anything, I’ll leave you to um…” He glances at the ketchup and tablespoon again. “...Whatever you’re doing.”

He’s about to turn back when Adrian sets his spoon down with a slightly-too-loud clamor. “No, that’s alright! I’m just… I don’t need a lot of room,” he turns and pushes the spoon to the side, along with a small bowl and a handful of other ingredients. He’s still gripping the ketchup very firmly when Phil approaches.

“Right, um,” Phil clears his throat a bit. “I just thought I’d come get some… cereal?”

He phrases it like a question, even though it’s not, and quickly follows it up. “Dan’s having breakfast over at your nana’s, I guess, so… he said you guys might have Crunchy Nut.”

Adrian just watches as he opens the cupboard directly in front of him, which contains nothing but bowls and glasses. It kind of hits him then, as he’s taking out a bowl, that he doesn’t really know where the Howells keep anything in their kitchen. He doesn’t know his way around their home the way Dan does with the Lesters’.

Different circumstances, he reminds himself.

He doesn’t overthink anymore, because then Adrian’s handing him a box of Crunchy Nut, which he appears to have grabbed from the cupboard on his right.

“We usually do,” he tells him, before going back to his cluster of ingredients on the counter. “It’s mum’s favorite.”

So that’s where Dan gets it from, he muses.

He thinks about saying as much, but settles instead for a quiet thanks before opening up the box and shaking some into his bowl. He glances over at Adrian while he’s ambling over to put it back in the cupboard, where he seems intently focused on smacking the bottom of the ketchup bottle as he holds it carefully over the tablespoon he’s set out on the counter.

It’s so uncanny to look at him, even still. He and Dan have always looked alike, but the resemblance as they get older just seems to grow. Adrian still looks more like Karen while Dan looks more like their dad, not that Phil would ever bring that up. It’s just one of those things they know but don’t care to acknowledge, because there’s really no point.

It’s not just appearance. Adrian doesn’t just look like Dan, but he talks a lot like him too, he uses the same awkward body language, hand gestures and finger guns, and he’s got a rather foul mouth. Phil assumes he probably picked that up from Dan when they were kids, who picked it up from Karen, who he’s not sure she picked it up from, as their nana’s rather posh and proper and scolds Dan any time he uses a swear word on Twitter.

That particular thought comes to him because Adrian’s currently cursing and mumbling under his breath - another habit he shares with Dan - as he tries and fails to get the ketchup out of the bottle. Phil pulls out a drawer and, relieved to find that it’s in fact the silverware drawer, pulls out a spoon before bumping it closed and looking across the counter.

“Um,” He slides the spoon into his dry cereal. “What are you making?”

Adrian’s head jerks up, as if he’s surprised to see Phil still standing there, before sighing and setting down his bottle of ketchup.

“Making a glaze for the lentil loaf we’re having tonight,” he tells him, and Phil has to do his best to keep a straight face. He knows that Christmas Eve dinner is going to be fully vegan; it’s a deal Karen had made with their grandma, on the condition that she’d be allowed to cook a supplementary turkey and mashed potatoes with real butter for Christmas dinner. He grins a little to himself, knowing that his presence at Christmas this year was a big reason for such a compromise. He knows that were it up to Karen, Dan, and Adrian, Dan’s grandparents might have spent Christmas stuck in Vegan Hell. He likes having that little bit of camaraderie with them, even if that camaraderie is rooted in questionable ethics. “If I can get the ketchup out of this ridiculous fucking bottle,” he glares at the glass bottle in his hand. “I was just trying to save the whales.”

Phil snorts a little, because that’s so like something Dan would say, before glancing between the bottle and the spoon again. “Have you tried putting it in a bowl first?”

Adrian glances at him curiously, and Phil opens cupboard and pulls out another bowl.

“Can I?” He asks, and Adrian wordlessly hands him the bottle. He caps it again, shakes it till the ketchup actually slides down to the bottle opening, before uncapping it and smacking a few globs into the bowl.

“Now just scoop out however much you need, and then you can scrape the excess back into the bottle,” he tells him, and slides the bowl back across the counter. Adrian just stares at it for a second, before breathing out a laugh and dropping his elbows down onto the counter.

“Jesus fucking Christ, I’m so stupid,” he picks up the spoon and measures out one tablespoon into the other bowl, then two, then three. “Thanks,” he adds when he’s finished, glancing back over at Phil as he scrapes the leftovers back, as suggested. Phil just nods.

“I can take that,” he offers, and Adrian hands the bottle over again. Phil heads over to the fridge, setting the ketchup inside and searching for a moment before pulling out a carton of almond milk and pouring some into his cereal. Adrian’s eyebrows shoot up in what seems to be pleasant surprise.

“Oh, did Dan finally get you to go vegan too?”

Phil’s confused for a moment, before he actually registers what Adrian’s referencing and he glances at the carton in his hand and quickly sets it back inside the fridge. “Oh, no. No. Not vegan, just lactose intolerant,” he explains awkwardly, and Adrian gives him a slow nod before turning back to his glaze, while Phil takes his first spoonful of cereal.

“Wait, what do you mean ‘finally’?” Phil asks after a few moments of silence, his spoon suspended halfway between the cereal bowl and his mouth. “Has he been trying?”

Adrian glances up from where he’s drizzling a bit of carob syrup into his spoon, and purses his lips as if stifling a laugh, the exact same way Dan does.

“Not actively, I don’t think,” he tells him, setting his syrup to the side and reaching for the balsamic vinegar. “He just complains sometimes that he can’t stick to the vegan diet when you’re always tempting him with animal products.”

Phil holds his gaze for a moment before they both burst out into laughter, him setting his cereal to the side and Adrian doing the same with his vinegar.

“I’m kidding,” Adrian tells him, leaning his hip against the counter. “He just wants someone to blame for the fact that he loves meat and cheese.”

Phil chuckles and turns back to his cereal, because prolonged eye contact still makes him nervous. “The cheese is all him. If it were up to me we wouldn’t have any in the house, I can’t stand it.”

He takes another spoonful of his cereal and then without really thinking adds, “I did a video taste-testing different kinds once and felt sick for nearly a whole day afterwards.”

Adrian nods, smiles a little, and goes back to his balsamic vinegar. Phil kind of regrets saying anything then, because he’s not sure if YouTube is an okay topic for them to broach. Or social media, or the internet in general. He’s had a number of things he’s wanted to say to Adrian for a little while, many of them along the lines of I’m sorry we kept this huge secret from you for so long, but one of them also being I’m sorry our fans harassed you off the internet, especially when you were just a kid. That one’s been brewing for more than a little while, actually. But he has a feeling he should keep his mouth shut. Some things might be best just left in the past, and it’s not really up to him to decide if this is one of them.

“So anyway-” he starts after a few moments of silence, at the same time that Adrian lifts his head and says, “So you guys-”

They pause at the same time, and laugh awkwardly, and Phil leans back against the counter.

“Sorry,” he says. “Go ahead.”

Adrian turns back and briefly stares into his bowl of glaze again. He’s still stirring it idly when he looks up to make eye contact. “So you guys have kinda been through a lot together, huh?”

Phil feels a bit of a lump in his throat and a squirming in the pit of his stomach because this is a conversation he’s had. He’s had it with Dan, with Dan’s mum, and even his grandma. But he never really thought anything would come from his brother. He figured they might have gotten up to some heart-to-hearts on their family trip to France earlier in the year, but he wasn’t expecting that to extend to him.

“Um. Yeah,” he sighs, and drums his fingers on the countertop to release some of the nervous energy. Suddenly Adrian looks so young. Barely younger than Phil was when he met Dan, and that feels like a lifetime ago. When Dan was so full of pain and sorrow and yearning, desperate to get away from the first eighteen years of his life and start anew.

He knows Dan’s life growing up was shitty for reasons besides the homophobic assholes who made his life a living hell at school.

“You guys too, though,” he finally ventures, hesitantly, questioningly.

Adrian seems surprised, but not offended, which comes as a relief.

“Yeah,” he nods and turns back to his bowl of glaze again, beginning to stir again even though it looks thoroughly mixed. “Lots of levels in Portal I couldn’t have beaten without his help.”

That’s not all there is to it, Phil’s painfully aware, but he doesn’t push it. He knows, and he’s sure Adrian knows he knows, and there’s not really any need to go any further.

And luckily there’s no need to try and think of anything else, because just then they hear the front door swinging open, followed by a couple of happy yips and then Dan walking into the kitchen, bringing with him a gust of cold air and Colin trotting at his heels.

“Oh, good, you found the cereal.” Dan says when he notices the bowl sitting on the counter, and when Adrian’s turned away he rests a hand on the small of Phil’s back and quietly kisses his cheek.

Dan’s lips and nose are cold, but Phil’s cheeks warm up all the same.

He occupies himself with his cereal again, which has gone quite soggy, while Dan reaches into the fridge for some orange juice and then glances over at Adrian’s concoction.

“Whatcha making there?” He asks, and Adrian smiles brightly.

“Glaze for the lentil loaf,” he replies, and holds up the spoon. “Wanna taste?”

Dan strides over, and takes a little lick off the spoon. Phil can tell from his expression that he’s not exactly thrilled, but he nods and gives a thumbs up anyway.

“Tastes great,” he tells his brother. “Can’t wait for dinner.”

Adrian catches onto the bullshit, because it’s not that hard, meets Phil’s gaze and joins him in a fond eyeroll.

Phil waits for Dan to come back and stand beside him, bumps their shoulders together, and takes another bite of his Crunchy Nut.

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The Gods Enshrined

IF Y’ALL WERE WONDERING WHAT I WAS UP TO HERE U GO.

Seriously though I was supposed to be working on requests and then had an idea of my own and was like “Okay cool I’ll write out this idea it’ll be nice and short” and then it wasn’t. So here u go, an almost 8k fic I hope y’all like it since it literally took me forever to write it. I was tempted to give this a sad ending but y’all know I’m all fluff so,,,, let me know what u think,,, I gotta put this under a read more bc it’s massive good gods.

- Tiki

Words: 7,923

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of slight gore

Other: Mythical AU

You never would’ve believed the gods could lose their power, but you supposed others were easier to scare than others. Assumptions made from superstitions never really surprised you, until you found yourself at the center of them. The outlier, the unwanted, and the unworthy… You were all of these things. You lived on the edge of an old, old village at the base of a mountain. There you were alone, save for the few livestock and frail existence of a farm. Your parents had abandoned you ages ago and the only time you ever visited the village was when you had to sell what little you had. Every so often you would visit one of the smaller shrines, scattered about the village, offering what you could before returning to the outskirts. Old habits die hard you supposed, even if you barely believed in the old gods yourself anymore...

The day everything started, well, was one of the days you had to make your way to the merchant streets of the village. You heard whispers of things here and there, trading had its perks of learning information but you never really paid mind to gossip if you could help it. Soon you found, that the village was awash with fear; the rumors that the god at the top of the mountain had lost its power. Others said that the gods had forsaken them and traveled to the eastern mountains, forever leaving the village to the elements and monsters alike. You heard talk of a ritual that would be performed later in the week but gave it no thought. It’s not like you would be allowed to attend the ritual anyways. The gods had already forsaken you for all you knew and whatever rumors floating around wouldn’t be able to stomp out what already little faith you had left in them.

Dragging your feet, you headed back to the outskirts of the village where you supposed you belonged. About halfway back to your home you saw a few men, probably on their way back from hunting or fishing, dotted along the trail. You passed by them without making any eye contact. Nothing good ever came from garnering attention as you found out many times in the past. However you didn’t fail to feel their gazes on your back while you passed them. After passing the last one, you picked up your walking pace, determined to get away from their stares as fast as you could.

That night you slept with your wood cutting axe by your bed, wary of the possibility that they would show up at your house. When the morning came, you found your fears were baseless, and there was no sign of anyone. ‘Of course no one would come here.’ You thought, leaning against the fence while the morning sun warmed the earth. With a sigh you picked up whatever things you could carry and set out to get to work. Crops needed to be tended to, your animals needed to be fed along with other needs. Daily work that you knew like the back of you hand, sometimes would have other tasks sprinkled in. Foraging was one of these said tasks. Occasionally you’d set off into the forests in search of herbs and things you found you couldn’t get to grow on your dingy farm. It brought in more money, if you could manage to find anything that is. But you knew a certain merchant was in town who would pay a high price for some of the herbs found in the forest, so you told yourself it wouldn’t hurt to look for a little bit.

The next few days continued in the same matter, leading up to you having to visit the village by the end of the week to exchange your goods. But for some reason you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had been watching you as the days went by. Perhaps it was a wild animal, waiting to pick up scraps for itself, and maybe it was something else… you hadn’t a clue what it could be. Eventually, however, you got used to it, one way or another. On the third day you were looking around the forest as usual, nothing new other than the few flowers that had sprung up here and there as the late spring rains came in. You started to wander deeper and deeper into the forest, past the points that you had reached earlier, in search for more herbs.... but also to satiate your curiosity. Truth be told, you had never been this far into the forest. People always said it was dangerous, though you couldn’t say that you had seen any sort of dangerous animals roaming around that could warrant such a warning.

It wasn’t until you started to get deeper and deeper into the deepest depths of the forest that you started to get a little anxious. You could hear a low drum start to get louder, and every time it sounded, you felt your heart creep further and further into your throat. Soon you were able to hear the low voices of people, seemingly hushed. You felt like you were intruding in on something you shouldn’t be, making the dread that hung in the air even more nerve wracking… Your hands trembled as you tried to take hold of a branch for stability, but your nerve riddled self slipped on the wet ground. You slipped over the mossy roots and stones around the tree and fell hard enough on your back that the wind knocked out of you.

Shouts rang out from above you, and it didn’t take long until people came running over. You being in your inebriated state, couldn’t quite catch your breath fast enough for you to get away. They caught hold of you immediately and with a swift hit to the back of your head, your vision cut off and you lost all consciousness.

Slowly but surely you woke up, the stench of blood greeting your nostrils with such a sharp stench that it almost made you want to pass out again. You realized that the stench of blood was not a good thing to be smelling and you bolted upright, quickly moving your hands to the back of your head, smoothing over the bump that was fresh. There wasn’t any blood when you inspected your hands leaving you to inspect the rest of your body. The first thing you noticed is that your clothes had changed and your hair was wet. In fact, your whole body was a bit damp… A shiver ran up your spine and thoughts raced in your mind. Someone had bathed you while you were out, and you loathed to think of just who it was.

You inspected the robes you were wearing. They were all white, and pretty thin you noted. On closer inspection you could tell that they were ceremonial robes, and for what you didn’t know. Or really, you didn’t want to know. Your shoes were gone as well as any other items you had been carrying before you were knocked out. Speaking of, you could still hear the low drumming that you heard before, except this time it was louder. You must’ve been taken into wherever those people had come from, and from their reactions to you it’d be safe to say that you weren’t exactly an honored guest right now.

The sliding door to the room was unsurprisingly locked as you found out from trying to yank it open. You didn’t have much choice than to wait for whoever to come get you... and come get you they did. As the lock on the door released, two men dressed in priests’ clothes stepped inside, their hands full of sacred rope. The thing was, you had never seen these men in the village before and you wondered just how far into the forest you had gone… Your hair stood on end and you stumbled backwards in fear, backing up so that you were against the wall. They closed the door so you couldn’t escape, and quickly seized you by the arm. You were outmatched so they quickly bound your hands together as well as tying a rope around your neck. It took every fiber of your being to not break down into sobs, even though you so desperately wanted to. There was no telling what they were going to do to you, but you had a bad feeling that it was going to involve a lot of… less than pleasant things.

The two priests pulled you out of the small room and led you through a series of halls that you would’ve got lost in even if you had been able to unlock the door. Soon you were outside and there was a handful of people waiting for you. Your heart raced wildly as they led you over to a litter type carriage. It was open into the air but had ornaments and other things strewn about around the cushion you had to sit on. Before you were allowed on it, you were forced to rinse your mouth, for purification purposes you guessed. As soon as you were situated on the litter, one of the priests bounded your feet together with more sacred rope.

Looking around it all started to make sense. You could see the guardian fox statues carved into the cold stone, teeth barred and eyes that seemed to be staring right through you. The red and white lanterns that lit up the stairs that twisted into the mountains, and the effigies that lined the path under the dim glow.

You were in the mountain shrine right now, and if you were remembering right, the ritual that was supposed to happen was… happening right now… with you. But it certainly didn’t feel like any other ritual that you’d heard of. Something felt distinctly off, and you weren’t sure what entailed in appeasing a god, although you couldn’t think of anything that sounded... good. For example the stench of blood in the air definitely wasn’t ideal… but you didn’t exactly see anything that could be responsible for the stench. Either way it wasn’t something comforting to say the least. Before you could think anymore about what fate that lay in sight, you were hoisted into the air on the litter by a few of what you could only call the shrine keepers. Everyone began their ascent up the stone stairs and with every step you could hear the sound of shrine bells and chimes.

With each step you could also feel yourself feeling worse and worse. Sweat from your hands was enough to dampen parts of your robes, your breath shallow as your heart sat in your throat. Your eyes stung with tears you couldn’t shed and you felt like you might throw up at any second. And slowly but surely, you were brought up the stairs and to the main shrine closer to the top of the mountain. As soon as you were, the litter was placed on top of what you could only guess was an altar. Or an offering table… either way it wasn’t exactly good.

Looking around you could see a massive shrine, obviously dedicated to the mountain god. Though, it wasn’t as shiny and grand as you thought it was going to be. You figured it was because god’s power was dwindling. There were some other shrines dotted around the grounds, but they didn’t look as impressive as the main one. You sighed, wishing you could’ve come see this in… less than sacrificial circumstances.

You were instructed to turn to face the doors to the inner shrine and given an ornate bottle of sake to hold. ‘Of course the gods need drink with their dinner.’ You thought mockingly to yourself. There was a bitter smile on your face as you looked up at the tarnished gold plating around the shrine doors. Incense was lit and whatever priests that were behind you started to chant and pray. It lasted for what seemed like forever, until they both walked up the steps and past you to ring the giant shrine bell. They then hurried past you to join the others, who were just as eager to get away from the shrine as soon as possible. You swallowed hard.

As soon as everyone was gone and the ringing from the shrine bells had died down, you watched as the inner shrine doors cracked open. You held your breath and waited for whatever monster of a god to step forward. Needless to say, neither of you were expecting what the other would look like.

The second the door cracked open you were expecting some decrepit, old, nasty looking thing to be staring you down with eyes full of hunger and hate. So when the young face of a duo hair colored god peered out from behind the shrine door, you honestly thought you were imagining things. When he saw you were alone he seemed to relax a little and came into full view. He had two different colored eyes; his right eye was brown while his left eye was a lighter blue. His hair split into two shades of white and red; white on the right and red on the left along with two fox ears that matched, perched on top of his hair. His clothes more or less matched the same color scheme of white and red, looking similar to your own white robes but more ornate, long, and regal. There were some golden ornaments and trinkets that decorated his robes along with gold swirls and patterns towards the ends of his sleeves. You didn’t miss the red divine markings on his face matching exactly to the guardian fox statues that you had seen before. The whole thing was breathtaking to say the least.

He seemed to study you as intently as you were studying him. His eyes seemed to linger on the rope binding your arms and feet, along with the one tied to your neck before flickering to the sake bottle in your arms. Part of you hoped that he would see how much you really didn’t want to be here and let you go, but the other part knew you would never get that lucky. After inspecting you, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, ears twitching.

“What are you supposed to be?” He asked you, obviously a little confused to the situation.

“Uhhhh… I believe I’m what you’d call… a sacrifice?” You spoke, voice going a little higher than necessary, but hey, you were scared.

He didn’t really seem to like the answer as his eyes narrowed. Taking a few steps forward he reached out, soft hand going to hold your chin up as he studied you closer, going to tilt your head to the side. You couldn’t see him as he angled your face away but you could feel how close his face was to yours as he took in a deep breath, taking in what scent you had, pausing there next to you for a moment that seemed like forever. A shiver ran up your spine as your hair stood on end. In all honesty you weren’t sure if you should be flustered or afraid, but it didn’t matter as he pulled away, seemingly deep in thought.

“I know you.” He breathes, eyes flashing with recognition. “You leave me offerings often.”

“Y-You know me?” You almost wheeze, unsure if you’re flattered or not.

“Yes, you’re the one who doesn’t smell like the scent of man.” He said, tilting his head. “You were sneaking around my mountain recently.”

“I wouldn’t call it sneaking…” You trailed off, unsure if he’d even appreciate hearing your plight.

And you weren’t sure if it was a good thing that you didn’t smell like, well, a human?? You guessed that some gods might not like the smell of humans, since they’re impure or whatever it is. The god standing in front of you looked like he was deep in thought again, probably trying to think about how to tackle the situation at hand. At this point could you even return to your farm? You were pretty sure if you were seen in town again after being offered as a sacrifice that the townspeople would kill you themselves out of rage.

You were brought out of your own thoughts as you noticed the mountain god walk away and back into the inner shrine. Before he disappeared into the darkness, you didn’t fail to notice the two twin fox tails, part of you wondering how nice it’d be to bury your face in the soft fur. When he came back out he almost gave you a heart attack as he drew a dagger from its scabbard and stalked forward to you. You flinched as the blade neared you and for half a second you really thought he was going to kill and eat you. As soon as he grabbed your bound wrists and cut the robes that bound them you realized that he was letting you go.

“You’re not going to eat me?” You asked, slightly confused. He stopped and gave you an incredulous look.

“I’m a god. I cannot consume the impurities of humans.” He stated dully.

“Impurities?” You mumbled to yourself.

“Beasts eat beasts but humans are monsters- they consume everything.”

You couldn’t argue with that, considering how you’ve seen all the horrendous things in your life. He mumbled something to get you to shift your legs out so he could undo the binds there but as soon as you started to shift your legs out from under you, you heard the sound of an arrow flying through the air as it whistled past your face. You whipped your head towards the mountain god only to see the arrow buried squarely into his right shoulder. He had a look on his face that was a cross between unimpressed and offended. In fact, he didn’t even blink as he ripped the arrow from his shoulder and threw it aside. You watched in horror as the wound spouted blood all the while he stood there unfazed. The dagger he held in his right hand switched to his left as he stared down something in the distance until he suddenly threw the blade with such force that it was hard to believe he didn’t just shoot it like an arrow out of a bow. It shot through the air at blinding speeds before hitting its target, whomst of which let out a dying scream.

The mountain god slowly made his approach over to the spot, just out of distance for you before grabbing his dagger and cleaning the blade with his already blood soiled robes. You shot up, the bottle of sake long forgotten as it clanked onto the litter before falling on to the wooden shrine floor. As soon as he came into range you tried to step forward, forgetting that your feet were still bound together. You soon found yourself, very much falling right onto the god himself to which he let out a grunt, his good arm coming up to hold onto you as your hands grasped for purchase on his robes. As soon as you got yourself back up on your own two feet, although not very steady at all, you looked up to him with panic filled eyes.

“A-Are you okay?!” You asked, almost falling over trying to inspect his robes. “You were- the arrow- and your, your robes!!” You fussed.

“Wh… what are you going on about?” He asked, looking down at you with puzzled eyes. “It’s fine.”

“It’s fine?? You literally just got shot with an arrow!!” You fuss more, trying to inspect his wound through the layers of his robes. It was then you noticed that the arrow wound had already stopped bleeding. You stopped to look back up from the bloodied robes to his face which held a passive expression. He seemed neither annoyed or pleased, just, confused by your behavior.

“But…” You trailed off, not really sure what to think anymore.

Not a moment later your binds around your feet were cut and you never thought you’d miss the feeling of being able to move freely so much. Looking back over to the litter you scowled at the memory of those priests tying you up like some animal. You wondered why they didn’t just catch a boar and offer that instead of trying to offer a human. Thinking back to all those rumors of the gods losing their powers made you think they probably thought a human sacrifice would be quicker at returning the lost strength to the gods. Speaking of, you wouldn’t have guessed the mountain god had lost any of his power from watching him not too long ago. He seemed pretty strong and ready to go at a moments notice to you.

“You can leave whenever you please.” His words brought you out of your thoughts.

The god made a move to leave the area, which was pretty smart considering that there was now a dead body next to the shrine grounds. There’s no doubt that someone would come looking for their assassin friend soon. So, you decided to follow in kind and leave with him, to which he wasn’t expecting. As you followed him down an old mountain trail he seemed to gain a sort of exasperated mood to him. It didn’t help that you started asking questions either.

“W-Wait! Where are you going?” You called out after him, almost out of breath having to hop from boulder to boulder over a rushing stream. “What’s your name anyways?”

He let out a sigh, obviously not really used to having someone accompany him. His ears were slightly backed as he continued on, trying his best to hurry along the trail.

“You can call me Shouto.” He said, just loud enough for you to barely hear him.

You could barely keep up with him as he made his way along the trail, mostly because you reckoned he knew this way like the back of his hand. It seemed like it was made ages ago, all the effigies, statues, and stone lanterns were covered in moss, long forgotten by the humans who lived in the area. You almost slipped a few times, half yelling out as you almost fell off the steep trail, causing him to look back at you every time. By the fourth time you could tell he was already regretting letting you follow him, and there was no telling how long you were going to stick around for.

“Where are we going?” You asked, finally being able to catch up. Shouto stopped abruptly and you bumped into him from behind.

“Well I need to wash the blood from my robes.” He said turning to you slightly. You looked over the blood as he continued on, “But why… why are you following me?”

“Um!” Your response came out faster than you wanted it to, though in reality your answer was quite simple. “I can’t go back home.”

Shouto’s face scrunched up in confusion, clearly not sure as to why you couldn’t just wander back from whence you came. You didn’t need to guess his question since it was written all over his little face. He opened his mouth as if he was going to ask anyway but you cut him off before he could say anything.

“I can’t go back because- because the villagers will recognize me and they’ll… Oh you know.” You couldn’t really get the right words out of your mouth and hoped that he got the jist of what you were trying to say. The way he blinked at you with a blank sort of expression on his face indicated that he didn’t.

“No… I don’t know.” He said slowly, “Do as you wish, it won’t matter to me.”

It wasn’t too much longer until the two of you came to a small spring with a gentle waterfall. You gaped at the serene atmosphere and could tell that Shouto definitely came here very often. There were things here that you could find in your own home for washing clothes and you wondered how exactly he acquired any of this? Offerings maybe? But who would offer half of these things here? There were also other things like water pots and chopped wood. You never would’ve guessed that Shouto would be running around felling trees and gathering other sorts of things. Did gods even need to eat? He did look like a fox so maybe it was more something that pertained to whatever underlying beast nature he had.

When Shouto began to strip down his layers of robes you barely had time to register that it was probably something you shouldn’t be watching. Watching a divine god disrobe?? You felt like you’d definitely be cursed one way or another. Your hands shot up cover your eyes as a squeak left your lips. You didn’t get to see Shouto look over at you with a somewhat confused expression, but you could definitely hear him sigh. As soon as you heard the sound of water splashing and fabric being scrubbed, you decided to peek between the cracks of your fingers squeaking again as you saw the mostly bare back of him. Heat rushed to your face as you turned yourself away from him completely, screaming at yourself in your mind for even DARING to look at an exposed god.

“Last time I checked, washing clothes wasn’t seen as something so, um, distressing.” Shouto spoke quietly.

Now your face was heated by your embarrassment. Gods, were you the one acting weird here and not him?? Who undresses in front of another person you barely knew? Perhaps gods didn’t have the same social code as humans. It was either that or he just didn’t care.

“It’s not! It’s just, uh, you’re not dressed!” You sputtered out. “It’s indecent!”

“Humans fuss about the oddest things…” He mused, clearly more invested in getting his robes clean.

You sat there for a few minutes, unsure of what exactly to do until Shouto was done. After another few minutes you managed to muster up your courage and turn around. As long as you didn’t make a big deal about it, it wouldn’t be a big deal that he was half naked. He still had his lower pants on that went under the other layers, to which you were very thankful for. With closer inspection, you could tell that he actually had a layer under everything else. It looked like a skin tight black fabric of some sort. You had never seen something like that before as it exposed most of his back, only really covering the arms. It felt like you ogled at it for a little longer than necessary because you practically tore your eyes away as soon as the realization hit you. His back muscles were enough to get anyone drooling, so it took a lot of effort on your part not to.

Once he finished getting out the blood stains on one of the layers, he threw it over onto a large rock nearby. An idea dawned onto you, and you quickly went over to pick up earning you another confused look from the god. Shouto didn’t exactly protest to you taking one of his robes, but you could still tell he was slightly wary. Looking around you found what you assumed to be a drying line, and threw the soaked clothing onto it. All the while you could feel his eyes on you, watching you just to be sure. Or maybe he thought you were going to fall over and into the spring.

For the next few hours things continued in a similar manner, neither of you speaking much. It was a nice silence though, and every so often he would indulge one of your questions as to how gods were like. You found out that technically his power had been waning lately, but it was because people were starting to distance themselves from the gods, and not the other way around. The decline of the gods’ power was mans’ fault, and whatever fate they sowed, they’d reap.

After the clothes had finished drying you noticed that the wound in his right shoulder had already healed while the blood was already washed away from earlier. As Shouto redressed himself you watched as the sun shone through the trees of the forest to illuminate his hair and face. The glow on his hair and face was golden and ethereal, solidifying the fact that he indeed was the god of the mountain. All alone on the mountain… He didn’t seem to notice you staring because he got dressed rather quickly before gathering a few other things to get ready to go back up to the shrine. You continued staring at the place where he once stood, lost in thought.

“Do gods get lonely, Shouto?” You wondered aloud, still staring off into the distance. He paused and looked at you for a moment, a little stunned by your question. There was a pause like he was thinking over the question, until he eventually answered.

“I guess some gods can get lonely.” He said simply.

“Do you get lonely?”

You didn’t get an answer from him as he started to walk back up the trail you came down. You followed him after you realized he was leaving, assuming that he didn’t hear you. The way back up was a little better than coming down, at least for you. Less falling, more walking this time. And you found out that you were not used to the mountain air as you struggled to breathe. Eventually you got back up to the shrine which was empty as always. You stepped back over to the altar, noticing that the litter was gone, and in its place was a basket of various foods. Maybe it was an apology from those followers who tried to sacrifice you to Shouto.

“You can have it.” Shouto said, making his way back over to the doors to the shrine. He opened them wide, letting the natural light flood in as he sat in the doorway.

“Are you sure? It’s for you after all.” You hummed looking over the fruits that sat on top.

“I don’t need to eat as much as you do.” He replied while watching you. “Gods don’t really get hungry either.”

You didn’t know if you should be a little offended or not, but you were glad for the food so you didn’t say anything. Instead you picked up a fruit from the top and started to eat. It was even more delicious due to the fact that you hadn’t eaten in what felt like forever. You ate two more after that one, deciding to leave the rest for later.

“If you don’t really eat then… What do you do with the food they bring you?” You asked.

“I’ll eat it if I’m bored, but mostly I leave it for the animals.”

You recalled the animals that you had seen earlier and remembered that they didn’t seem scared of Shouto at all. Maybe if you stayed here long enough they’d get used to you, too. Speaking of staying here, you never really asked him how long you were allowed to stay. You didn’t really want to impose either, but you really didn’t have anywhere to go. Going back would cause more trouble than it’s worth, and you almost wished you would’ve been eaten just so you didn’t have to deal with your dreary village.

Walking over to where Shouto was, you looked up to the sky. There was no doubt the sun would start setting soon so it really was now or never. You sat down a little ways from him, trying to keep a respectful distance while you gathered your thoughts. He didn’t seem to mind the distance, already looking out into the forest.

“Shouto,” You started, getting his attention first. He turned his head to you, eyes flickering over your face trying to read your expression. “Can I- will you- ugh sorry it’s just… Would you mind if I stayed here… with you?”

His head tilted while his eyes flickered with a series of emotions. Why would you be asking to stay here with him? He already knew human lives were short, so why would you spend time here at a dusty old shrine deep in the mountain? The only ones who visited was because they had to. But you didn’t have to, so why stick around? He truly wondered why humans were so odd.

“Do you truly have nowhere else to go?” He asked, watching you closely. “If you stay here, in the domain of a god, you will cease to be human.”

“Wait, really?” You asked, leaning forward. “What will I turn into then?”

“Who knows, only time will tell.” He mused, “Do as you wish.”

Well, that didn’t make you feel much better, but at least you had a place to stay for as long as he could tolerate you. Shouto didn’t seem like someone mean or like someone who’d kill you in your sleep, so you took what you could get.

The sun started setting not too much later and you admired the stars in the sky as they got more and more visible. They looked even clearer now that you were higher in the mountains. From your side Shouto shifted in place, going to hold an arm out and before you could ask what he was doing he snapped his fingers. All the lanterns around the shrine instantly lit and you nearly jumped to your feet in excitement, scaring the poor god.

“That was so cool!! How’d you do that??” You almost yelled, suddenly much closer to Shouto than he thought. He wanted to shrink under your intense stare.

“Um, fox fire.” He said it like it was the simplest thing in the world. Of course you didn’t know what fox fire was!

When you looked at him like you had no clue what he was talking about he knew you wouldn’t be satisfied until he explained. Not one to speak too much himself, he just held out a single finger until a small flame danced over it. You watched with the utmost wonder and excitement. Before he knew it, you had scooted even closer hand reaching out to hold the one with the flame as you inspected it. He didn’t pull away, even though the feeling of contact made him a little uneasy.

“That’s so cool... “ You murmured, eyes alight with childlike curiosity. It took you a second but you finally realized the contact you were making with him and pulled your hands back sputtering all the while. “Oh um! I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to I just wanted to see-”

You cut yourself off, watching with rosy cheeks as Shouto was… smiling?? Even though it was small, it was still there. And it was causing your heart to nearly leap out of your chest. When you heard a small chuckle from him, it almost killed you just then and there. You saw him shake his head while he looked back out at the lanterns for a second. His gaze flickered back to you and his mismatched eyes locked with yours making your breath catch in your throat.

“You really are just odd.” He said.

The comment caused you to puff out your cheeks, the ends of your ears burning as embarrassment flooded your system. Was he trying to kill you? Were you so amusing that he needed to laugh at you? The nerve!!

Once your embarrassment died down and the night went on, the two of you talked here and there. Shouto learned a little more about you and you learned a little more about him. It was during one of the stories Shouto was telling you about a local mythical fish that lived in the river that you ended up succumbing to your sleepiness. Since the two of you were still sitting close to each other, he hadn’t noticed you nodding off until your head fell on his shoulder. He stopped mid sentence, going to look at you as you used his shoulder as a pillow. You were out cold he could tell and he couldn’t really blame you after the day you had told him about. So he gently shifted you off of him and put you so that you were laying on the ground before stripping his top most layer of his robes. The robe was placed over you and he went to go fetch a pillow that was lying around the inner shrine. He had a few here and there for himself so sparing one for your wouldn’t be too bad he thought.

As soon as you were settled in and he had managed to slip the small pillow under your head, he grabbed one for himself. After a little debate he resumed his spot next to you in the doorway, deciding to stay up a little longer so he could linger in his own thoughts. He didn’t know what you’d turn into if you stayed here. Human hearts were open to much corruption so... anything was possible. You could turn into a mindless beast, a monster, or… He shook the thought out of his head. Your fate would be tragic either way, so why not humor you for the short remainder of your life?

Eventually, when he was done thinking and rethinking things, he laid his pillow down and settled himself right next to you. For a few moments he observed you sleeping, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest. A fuzzy feeling bubbled up in his chest when he remembered your question from earlier.

“Do you get lonely?”

Shouto rolled over onto his other side, facing away from while he pondered the question.

Yes, he was lonely, so maybe this feeling in his chest was him starting to be less lonely. He knew it was fleeting, but maybe he could indulge in this feeling a little longer...

When you woke up that morning you almost screamed. The warm feeling of breath tickling your hair was something you were definitely NOT used to. And you also we definitely not expecting to wake up to see Shouto’s sleeping face so close to yours. You couldn’t help but admire the peaceful look across his face as he slept, and the warmth that radiated from him reminded you of the sun. It wasn’t long until you had fallen asleep again, thankful for the opportunity to sleep in, and with a god no less.

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Days, then weeks, then months passed by. You felt better than you ever had before being able to live at the mountain shrine with Shouto, and you had even managed to get yourself another set of robes that weren’t so… thin. Even then, he still insisted you wear his overcoat/robe now that fall was in full swing. The days were getting colder, and the nights even colder than that. But you were content with your new friend, and you could call him a friend now since the two of you had warmed up to each other quite nicely. Shouto had become more lively, and the two of you would talk away the days sometimes. It was a nice feeling, being this close to someone. You hoped it would never end.

A lingering fear still held your heart though, and you felt like you’d never be able to truly be close to Shouto. He was a god, and you had ashamedly fallen head over heels for him. You would never be able to tell him how you felt. And you still didn’t know what you’d turn into. Just as Shouto cautioned, you were already less human than you were when you first came here. Your appetite had seen a nose dive recently, and you both knew what that meant. You couldn’t fool him, because the second you started to eat less he noticed. I mean how could he not notice? But you assured him you felt fine no matter how much he fussed.

Today felt different. You felt, way different- like you could do anything. So when you woke up and saw that Shouto was already out and about, you practically sprung out of the inner shrine. When you saw his figure lingering in the distance you broke out in a sprint and practically tackled him. He was as solid as ever though, holding his ground like you were nothing. The hug from behind caught him a little off guard, but he regained his bearings rather quickly. You heard him chuckle before you released him and when he turned around he gave you a reaction that you weren’t expecting.

Shouto stopped dead in his tracks, the soft smile on his face fading quickly as he looked at you. His jaw was set forward a little bit and he almost looked… angry?? Shocked?? You gave him a slightly lost and frightened look and yelped when he practically lunged forward and grabbed your face.

“What did you do to your face? Did you do this?” Shouto growled, thumbs brushing over the several red marking on your cheeks. They didn’t come off when he tried to rub them off leaving him in a desperate hope.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!! W-What’s on my face??” You asked, slightly panicked.

All your emotions were thrown into what you could only describe as a hellish whirlwind. As soon as Shouto was done staring at your face with an almost predatory intensity, he embraced you with such emotion and force that you were afraid that he might crush you. He took in a deep breath before letting it out in a steady stream, trying to get his emotions to settle, but it was almost impossible for him. He couldn’t look at you right now, but there was no way in hell he was letting you go.

“Shouto? What’s going on??” You asked, trying to get him to release you from his almost death grip. “You’re starting to scare me…”

“You’re… turning.” He breathed. You stopped struggling, arms going limp as you stood in his arms. It was like, your worst fear come true, really. Were you finally gonna become a monster? Were you finally going to have to say goodbye to your only friend?

“Am I going to-” Your voice cracked a bit as tears pricked your eyes. “Am I going to be a monster Shouto?”

When he pulled away you were expecting him to look sad, even disgusted, as he gazed down at you. But he wasn’t. Okay now you were confused… He looked… Happy?? What was going on?? Was he playing some kind of cruel joke on you? What was this… You watched as he practically beamed at you, it was blinding really. But you were still confused all to hell, and it was written all over your face, so Shouto dug into his robes to pull out a hand mirror, to which he almost shoved into your face. When you looked at your face and saw the face markings almost identical to Shouto’s, you immediately started to cry as emotions overtook you.

“It’s okay, it’s okay…” He shushed you, murmuring soft affirmations that you were okay- that things were going to be okay.

“I’m going to be like… you!” You cried, happy tears overwhelming your ability to speak. So you let Shouto embrace you once more, his warmth comforting you that it wouldn’t ever be leaving you now. You practically clung to him, and it was your turn to refuse to let him go. However, Shouto was still stronger than you in your inebriated state and managed to pull away from you as soon as your sobs had died down. He wiped the tears still clinging to your now rosy cheeks.

There was that soft smile again, the one that you adored. Though this time there was a look in his eyes that really made it hit home for you. It was the look of adoration in his eyes paired with the newfound hope that burned brightly. You couldn’t take it anymore, so it was your turn to take his face into your hands. He didn’t protest as you tugged him towards you, and just as you were about to close the distance, you hesitated. Was this okay? Just because you were on the path to becoming a god yourself… did it really mean that…

“It’s okay.” It was a low murmur, much closer to a whisper, but firm enough to shock you out of your thoughts. His hands met your own as they held his face, taking yours into his own as he held them tightly, gently pulling you even closer to him. He took the initiative first and closed the distance between your faces, letting your lips meet his softly. Both of your eyes fluttered shut, enjoying the contact as your lips melded together. He kissed you sweetly, over and over, until you felt your head become foggy with affection. The sensation was intoxicating- your skin prickling with goosebumps and shivers racing up your spine. After smothering you with as many kisses as he could get away with at the moment, he pulled away, but not before pressing one more to your cheek.

A laugh bubbled up and out of your chest, your heart feeling more at ease than ever now. And you were sure his felt the same way. You both could exist here together without having to worry about anything anymore. Pride swelled inside of you, almost lifting you off your feet while you stared into each others’ eyes. There was no doubt in your mind that everything would be okay, and you could spend forever at his side, watching over the mountain together.

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Your ears and tails developed not too long after- give or take about a week after the markings appeared. It was then you were a fully fledged god. Even though you couldn’t do a lot of the same things that Shouto could do yet, he promised to teach you how to control your powers as soon as they manifested. It also took a while for the word to spread around, but as soon as people found out about the now two gods that resided on top of the mountain, you started receiving offerings yourself. It was exciting, even though you weren’t sure how to process all of them, but you got used to them after a few months after they started appearing.

The village grew as word came out that the mountain had gained another guardian deity to watch over them. Before you knew it, the village had turned in a busy and prosperous city, ripe with trade. Both you and Shouto ended up having a lot more offerings than you knew what to do with after that and people quickly started sending personalized offerings depending each of your tastes. And then the two of you had to relocate for a while as the shrine underwent some improvements. Neither you minded though, as long as the two of you were together.

So the two of you enjoyed yourselves as the gods enshrined at the top of the mountain. And forever there you’d stay, together.

#bnha #todoroki shouto #mha #bnha imagines #todoroki x reader #mha imagines #don't ask why i gotta write for todo all the time #i don't have an answer #just end me

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Werewolf Boyfriend (Mordecai) - pt 8 (epilogue)

AN: I’m so so sorry I’ve been dead basically this whole month my life has been seriously crazy… it felt like every week was some new problem cropping up. First I had exams then finals and then I had a very sudden death in my family that really just took a lot out of me.

I’ve had half of the ending for Kai done for awhile I had just been slowly but surely chipping away at it.

I’m also taking summer courses starting in June. So, my current plan is to 1) rewrite the chapters I currently already have up for Maledos while also 2) working on new chapters for dear ol’ Mal. Hopefully this gives me some time to get back on schedule and put out some new stories!

So, without further ado, the last chapter for Mordecai. Enjoy-

word count: 2,586

“Nervous?” You asked as you popped into Kai’s bathroom in his parents’ guest house to grab your lotion, Kai buttoning up the fifth shirt he’d tried on in the past hour.

“Terrified,” Kai corrected you as he pressed a quick kiss against your forehead before turning back to the mirror.

You huffed a quiet laugh as you spread lotion on your legs, “Hey, I survived your family’s fancy schmancy luncheon. You can survive one evening with mine.”

“Yeah, but we weren’t dating, then,” Kai pointed out, walking out into his bedroom to grab some shoes from his closet, “and this is both of our families together in one space…”

You smiled with a small eye roll before you walked out of the bathroom after him without answering. You knew the true reason Kai was so nervous was the bit of news the two of you had to break to both your parents.

After a few more minutes of watching your boyfriend scan his wardrobe for the umpteenth time that night, you clapped your hands together to draw Kai’s attention to you, “Well, I’m dressed, are you ready?”

Kai groaned as he turned and threw his arms over your shoulders and went limp on you, muttering about how he couldn’t decide on an outfit. You were barely able to brace your legs and hold the two of you up as Kai’s full weight attempted to take you down.

“Get up,” you grunted as you pushed Kai off of your shoulder by his face, “What you had on earlier was fine.”

Nearly twenty minutes later, you and Kai were finally getting into your car and heading out to the venue where Kai’s parents were holding their 40th anniversary party.

You had yet to see his parents since coming back down to Newport for the summer as they had been spending time with Kai’s oldest brother and his family out of town, so this would be your first time seeing them since spring break.

Kai had eventually decided on a simple off white button up shirt with black fitted slacks and mahogany-colored dress shoes, though it took some threatening that you would leave without him to get him to choose.

By the time the two of you arrived at the venue, cars already filled the parking lot. Amongst the rows of expensive cars, you were able to make out your parents’ old station wagon, Asriel’s beloved Tesla, and even Kay’s new model Toyota.

Parking as close to the entrance as you could with how late the two of you were, you and Kai dashed towards the entrance, hoping no one had noticed your late arrival.

Inside, the venue was packed as people mingled with each other, and the two of you fortunately went unnoticed as you made your way through the crowds, Kai’s hand finding yours so the two of you wouldn’t be separated.

You caught the eye of Kai’s parents first, waving as best you could to catch their attention without drawing the attention of others to you.

Denise beamed as she practically dragged Isaiah over to the two of you, engulfing you into a tight hug that caught you entirely by surprise.

“It’s so good to see you again,” Denise practically beamed as she let you go before giving Kai a glare and whispering loudly to you. “Kai never used to call home until the two of you started dating. I probably wouldn’t even know what he looked like right now if it wasn’t for you.”

You only smiled and ducked your head awkwardly as you insisted you hadn’t done anything in particular.

You tended to call your family fairly often, always video calling someone every evening, from your parents to your aunts or any one of your cousins. Not even getting into your family’s very crowded group chat.

You had hardly noticed Kai falling into the same routine until his occasional texts to his parents became calls even longer than your own.

Denise had been shocked to know Kai shifted around you at first, but soon she warmed to the idea of you being comfortable with Kai being a shifter.

“Don’t bother, she’s been bragging to everyone who listens her son has the best girlfriend,” Kai’s father interjected, a playful smile on his lips as Denise scoffed and slapped his arm half-heartedly.

You chuckled at the interaction as Kai groaned, though you missed his comment as you saw your parents making their way towards the group.

You squeezed Kai’s hand reassuringly as he stiffened next to you before letting go to embrace your parents.

Whatever introduction Kai had planned flew out the window as your mother pulled Kai into a hug just as tight as the one Denise had given you earlier, and he still looked dazed as your father hugged him in greeting as well.

Laughing at Kai’s startled expression as he took your hand once again, you thought back to your own first meeting with Kai’s parents.

Denise had awkwardly shook your hand and quickly moved on. And you don’t even think his father even said anything to you at the time, though you learned the man was just painfully shy. Even more so than Kai.

After quick introductions and the usual small talk about school, you and Kai quietly snuck away from your bonding parents to an empty table to sit, Kai leaving you to grab some drinks. The two of you had long decided to wait until the end of the night for your announcement, but you knew this wait was what was driving Kai insane.

After a few minutes of scrolling through your phone to pass the time and Kai still hadn’t returned, you sat up and started to look around.

You caught his eyes near the bar, surrounded by a couple of guys that appeared to be around the same age who you figured were his old friends from the east side. They were all in line for the bar, which was much longer than you’d expected.

You sat back into your chair, ready to go back onto your phone when an all too familiar voice sounded in your ear.

“Hey, stranger,” Kailani greeted you, pulling out a chair and sitting next to you, “How’s being back?”

“It’s been really nice,” you answered honestly, “Kai’s been showing me around the east side. I never realized it’s like a miniature city within a city.”

Kay chuckled at your obvious awe, nodding in agreement with your observation, “Yeah, I guess we’re more used to it after growing up there.”

Suddenly, Kay frowned, the bridge of her nose wrinkling as her eyebrows furrowed, and began to look around, “By the way, where is my brother?”

“I think he abandoned me,” you joked as you pointed to where Kai was currently talking to the same group of men he had been with earlier, now much closer to the bar than he had been when you last looked.

“He hasn’t learned by now to bring his own drinks to family events?” Kay scoffed as she pulled a water bottle from her bag and took a large swig, “i have a couple more so just tell me if you want one.”

You laughed, partly in bewilderment, with Kay. The two of you had gotten closer since you and Kai first announced that you were dating. Apparently, she’d been rooting for the two of you to get together since spring break, hence her sudden invitation for you to go camping with them. And as you got to know her better, you learned that while Kay may initially come across as somewhat pretentious, she was actually very caring and sweet.

As the two of you began talking, Kay told you some of the more embarrassing episodes in her and Kai’s lives.

“They really thought you two were rabid Pomeranians?” Breathless giggles escaped you as you gasped for air at Kay’s retelling of the time she and Kai chased some teenage trespassers in one of the many parks in the east side on a dare as kids.

“Oh yeah,” Kay said, “We were in so much trouble once the news came out and they figured out it was us. Our mom was beyond livid, and dad just found it absolutely hilarious. And Kai always hated being the center of attention, so us getting caught was literally his worst nightmare.”

“I still can’t believe you convinced Kai to go after them, though,” you wiped a tear from underneath your eye as your laughter died down.

“Yeah, I ask myself that every day,” Kai grumbled as he pulled out the empty chair on your other side, setting down your favorite drink in front of you and an empty cup next to himself.

“Kai always was the follower growing up,” Kay mused, easily dodging Kai’s hand swatting at her from over you.

“I was coerced against my will,” Kai exclaimed, draping his arm over your shoulder and giving you puppy eyes as Kay stuck her tongue out at him.

It was then you noticed one of the young men from the bar earlier come up to the table and sit across from you in front of Kai. Soon, the rest of the group were all seated at the table around you.

“These are my friends,” Kai explained as you introduced yourself to each person as they arrived, “we all grew up together in the same neighborhood.”

You struggled to remember everyone’s name so quickly, but after a few minutes of repeating everybody’s name to yourself, you were almost certain you had it down packed. Kay also seemed to be close to everyone, which you figured was pretty obvious since she and Kai were pretty close in age.

The rest of the evening was spent with Kai’s friends and Kay, and you were eventually joined by Asriel, with most of the conversation comprised of stories about about all of them growing up together, and you learned most of the memorable stories were pretty embarrassing for Kai.

“It always took weeks before Kai would even be able to talk to any teacher,” one quipped, “Even in high school he wouldn’t talk that much to anyone else.”

“Or what about that time he fainted during that one presentation?” Another recounted.

“Ugh, don’t remind me!” Kay frowned as she turned to you, “Kai got picked up early but my dad left me there. When I got home Kai was just lounging in the den watching TV in his underwear with the whole house to himself.”

“You all are the worst and I hate you all,” Kai growled, but you saw the corners of his lips twitch as he struggled to hold in his laugh.

As the time went on, everyone slowly began to leave. Soon, you, Kai, Kay, and Asriel were the only ones left at the table.

The hall was similarly empty, only a few dozen compared to the couple hundred earlier. After splitting up, Kai found his parents and you caught yours just as they were leaving.

Once the six of you met up again in a quiet corner away from most of the other guests, you took a long sip from your water bottle Kay had given you as you planned out what you were gonna say.

“Did you want something else to drink?” Denise asked you, “it’s an open bar… you don’t have to drink water.”

“Oh, no thank you, I’m driving tonight,” you answered politely before swiftly changing the subject, “Actually, Kai and I had some good news to share…”

You looked up at Kai, who looked down at you in surprise as you deflected to him before he finally started speaking.

“Oh, uhm. Well I- we- uh… were- well, we’ve been together for- ahem- but-” Kai fumbled over his words as he stared at your parents, which you definitely weren’t expecting. Nor were you expecting the words that came out of Denise’s mouth as she interjected.

“Oh, christ, you’re pregnant!” She exclaimed, her voice cracking as she sounded on the verge of tears.

You didn’t know if you wanted to laugh or cry as Isaiah looked at Kai with a textbook expression of fatherly disappointment and your parents’ jaws dropped as they both went through every stage of grief. Glancing around, you saw some people had definitely heard Denise’s outburst and were staring.

“I’m absolutely not pregnant!” You raised your voice above Denise’s moaning about how she wasn’t expecting and your father’s yelling, patting Kai on the back as he started choking at his mother’s startling conclusion, “we’re moving in together!”

All noise seemed to stop at once as the information sunk in. Their relief was soon overtaken by concern as everyone began raising their objections to the two of you living together so soon.

“Both of our leases are ending and [Y/N]’s roommate graduated this semester,” Kai finally recovered enough to speak, “So last month we were looking at apartments and found one for both of us. The lease is already signed and everything.”

“It would be better to split the expenses,” you added, “and it’s much better than most apartments out there.”

One by one, each of your parents gave in the more you and Kai explained your decision, though the fact that the lease was already signed and would be expensive to break was the main driving force in their reluctant acceptance.

By the time you and Kai made it back to the guest house, you both were beyond exhausted.

You showered almost as soon as you arrived, only throwing on one of Kai’s clean shirts as you didn’t feel like digging through your luggage for pajamas. The shirt almost reached your knees anyways, though.

When you opened the bathroom door, only the light from the bathroom illuminated the bedroom, and you saw Kai sprawled across the bed. The only sign he was still awake was his left ear twitching as he heard you walk up to him.

You flopped on the mattress next to him, careful not to undo the towel wrapping your head and resting your cheek on Kai’s bicep.

You squeaked when Kai suddenly grabbed on to you and pulled you on top of him, planting sloppy kisses all over your face.

Kai was always cuddlier whenever he was half asleep, but it was rare for him to be so touchy-feely before bed. You soon had to bite back moans as Kai moved his ministrations down, nibbling just at the base of your neck.

“I thought you were tired?” You giggled as Kai’s cold nose tickled you, a barely audible hum from Kai your only response.

“ ‘M up for now,” Kai said, his voice still obviously raspy with sleep.

Soon, Kai finally found a comfortable spot in the crook of your neck and relaxed into you, a contented sigh escaping him. You chuckled to yourself at your boyfriend’s antics. Kai was always so cuddly whenever he was drowsy, and you usually woke up in a tangle of limbs whenever you slept over.

“I love you,” Kai murmured, his breath evening out as he finally fell asleep.

Your smile broadened into an outright grin as you knew Kai meant it, tired or not. You whispered the words back and laid your head back, your mind filling with thoughts of your future and a warmth spreading in your chest. Your own exhaustion dissipated and you decided to simply enjoy your present time with Mordecai, unsure when sleep finally did overtake you.

#monster boyfriend #exophilia #Werewolf boyfriend #werewolf #male monster

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