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there are many things that left me utterly happy about gotg vol. 3, but one I haven't seen many people mention is that Peter refers to Mantis as his sister at least twice in the movie. Like obviously they are all a big found family and they call each other as such. But there's something about the aknowledgement of Mantis put in the same regard as Peter's grandpa on earth. Something about the fact that he considers her as well as a blood relative because they are both the children of Ego, and Ego raised Mantis to be a tool in the same manner he would've done so with Peter if he had the chance, and they were both taken advantage of by him. And despite all that they both went through because of Ego, they at least managed to find each other.
#gotg spoilers#gotg vol 3#can you tell I love healthy sibling relationships portrayed in media?#also I haven't watched the holiday special so for all I know peter and mantis could've been calling each other brother/sister since then#and this could very well be old news but shhhh#also I watched the latin american dub so i'll have to wait for the digital ver to come out so I can check it there#guardians of the galaxy
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The one | CS55
― Pairing: Carlos Sainz x fem!reader (she/her)
― Warnings: mentions of break up and food; typos.
― Summary: Yn is doing well a few months after her break up with Carlos, and so is he. Everyone thinks that this paragraph of their lives is over, but as it happens they may be a chapter to each other, and Yn makes sure everyone knows he was her great love, the one - through her new song.
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realyn "The One" has just come out on all streaming platforms. I hope this piece of my heart reaches yours. Tune in and dive into the feels 💐🤍
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saintsainz "for old time's sake" HELLO?????
ynsummer omg another bop!!! I wish I could write songs when I'm sad, the few breakups I had I could only cry and try not to choke on my own phlegm
⤷ fan2000 ewwww LOL
hammert1m3 charles on the likes 👀
leclowns1655 in my head they're not over yet
⤷ mercmickey you need therapy, bestie
lewishamilton great music as usual 💜
francisca.cgomes 😍😍
szadirection I love how the grid's still here supporting here even a year after she and carlos broke up 🥺
popyn WE WERE SOMETHING DON'T YOU THINK SOOO ROSÉ FLOWING WITH YOUR CHOSEN FAMILY 🎤🎤🎤🎤
ferraristrangers I have so many theories for the lyrics and the cover and kksjksdj aaaaaaaa
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March, 2018
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realyn eat pasta, run fasta, they said 😋😂
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bieberf1 they my new fav couple now 💋
raintyresainz thank you for feeding us that last carlos pic
hurricaneyn welp now I wanna eat pasta but its like the middle of the night
⤷ alonsochamp eat pasta, sleep fasta 😙😂
carlossainz55 ❤️❤️
amarelorenault her glasses are so cool!!!!! her style is always on point
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carlossainz55 we tried homemade, it worked 😋
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realyn we didn't run fasta this time though :(
⤷ carlossainz55 there wasn't any race this Sunday, cariño
⤷ realyn shhhh, let me be funny
harrystylistee I want what they have!
April, 2018
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realyn enjoyed April with my fav spaniard, wrote a few songs for you guys - new album dropping soon!!!!! 🥳
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aussiegrid howd you like Australia, Yn?
⤷ realyn I loved it, def gonna come back soon 🥰
ynfan 💙💙💙💙💙💙
carlosfullname1 where’s your jacket from?
⤷ realyn website.com 😘
fab2000 can’t wait for the new song and espec the new album!!!!!
July, 2018
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carlossainz55 Yn's new album "I used to know her" is out now and you guys should run to listen to it 💙💙 she did an amazing job as usual. I'm very proud of you, cariño @ realyn
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lewishamilton congrats, Yn!
hulkhulkenberg everyone here loved the new album, well done, Yn!
renaultf1team its our garage soundtrack 😎💛
March, 2019
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realyn the past few months wearing papaya have been amazing! 🧡 and yes, last concert clothes were orange bc of the team
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landonorris looks like the concert clothes gave us some luck, make sure to wear orange again next time!
⤷ realyn I love you guys but I can't be wearing orange all the time
⤷ yourmanager yes, you can
⤷ realyn shut up, I'm gonna fire your ass
⤷ yourmanager no, you won't
⤷ carlossainz55 jajajaja
tifosinha I love how lando looks like their kid 😂
spaincarlos_ not yn and carlos adopting lando lol
ynfan4 her music taste is *chef kiss* 🤌🏾
ynandsainz yn, your album still on repeat on my apple music!
mclaren 🧡🧡
December, 2019
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carlossainz55 ¡Feliz Navidad! 🎄❤️
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saturnracer FELIZ NAVIDAD TAN TAN TAN PROSPERO AÑO Y FELICIDAD 🎤
szalover 😭😍 its the way she loves pasta
⤷ cowboyvettel @ realyn pasta or carlos? choose one
⤷ realyn carlos cooking pasta 😙😋😜
July, 2020
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realyn compilation of some of the flowers Carlos gave me and pics he took 💖 Te amo, cariño 💐🌷🌹🌸🌺🌼🌻
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fonedirection God I see what youve done for others
carlossainz55 you’re my favorite flower, love 🌸💖
⤷ fernandoalo_official you guys know how to be sicklengly cute huh 🙄
piastripastry see? carlos gets flowers regularly to yn and yall out there crying over an ugly ass man who gives you the bare minimum 🫵
March, 2021
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realyn new character unlocked hehe ❤️💛🏎️
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ynfrance We want a new album, queen!!! save us!
swiftverstappen the way they went through everything togerher 🤧
⤷ russellsainz I want what they have
monegasque16 another day another yn post to make me cry in single and alone
carlossainz55 thank you for the endless support, cariño 💛 you’re my everything
tifosisunshine you’re 😭 my 😭 everything 😭
August, 2022
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carlossainz55 my kind of free-weekends 🩵
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sunnyyn yn looks so good 😍😍
yourbestie ❤️ aweee
realyn te amo! 😘
January, 2023
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realyn happy new year 🙃
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charlsmonaco where's carlos? 😟
mylightyn I don't like this vibe…
ynwardrobe what is she reading?
lewishamilton 💙
⤷ mclatinha lew do you happen to know something we don’t?
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carlossainz55 ¡Feliz Año Nuevo! 🎉
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schumini_ at least they seem to be on the same place 🙏🏾🙏🏾
redsainz he looks so good it hurts
back to 2024 💬📩
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The Apples Of The Teacher's Eyes (Bob Floyd x Reader)
Summary: You and Bob have a little surprise for your students before the start of school vacation
Tagging: @bobfloydsbabe @bradleybeachbabe @sebsxphia Helena my dear, you officially have me desperate to write for Teacher!Bob and Teacher!Reader so any time you want a little short story or anything, don't hesitate to ask (lol).
"Alright my evil little henchmen, let's get down to business!" Bob announced, placing a huge, heavy old book onto his desk.
"To defeat the huns!" sang one of the students.
"Don't even start it Callum," Bob warned him. "I already had to hear it from the choir teacher and I don't need to hear it again."
Callum snickered as the students all moved the desks together while Bob fixed the chalkboard drawing he had made as well as the notes for the new lesson block.
"Alright," Bob announced. "So yesterday we wrapped up our studies on Ancient Rome and now we're starting the Vikings. How many of you guys in Mrs. Floyd's literature class started reading the Norse epics?"
Only a few had raised their hands.
"Ok so just a couple of you," Bob mused. "Well, we're gonna start right at the beginning by getting a lay of the land and the geography of the regions in this particular civilization. Then we're gonna get into key figures, battles, events and all that before we get into any kind of literature, music or mythology."
Bob's students couldn't have been more excited. Both him and you knew how to make these things come alive and jump right off the pages. The scratch of the chalk and the hushed whispers of his students were the best parts of his day, second only to coming home to you.
He knocked at the chalkboard with a free finger, his hand still holding the chalk with smears of stray dust coating his fingertips. "Here we go guys," he said. "Lay of the land.....what can you tell? Alonso?"
"Alot of ocean all around so it must've been a seafaring kind of society," Alonso Garcia answered.
"You would be right," Bob pointed out. "Anybody else? Birdy?"
"I remember from our geography main lesson that there were also rivers, fjords and lakes which made boat travel a staple part of life," Birdy O'Connor answered.
"What else? Elen?"
"I noticed too that there's lots of islands that fly off the peninsulas too," answered Elen O'Neill, the curly redheaded girl in the front row.
"All very excellent points," Bob answered. "Twenty points to Gryffindor."
The students laughed a little before Bob continued on with the lesson.
"Now if we remember too," he continued. "People were more likely to settle in and around the sea rather than further inland....."
"With a damn good reason," you joked, poking your head in the door and scaring the ever living shit out of Bob.
"MRS. FLOYD!!!!!" the students shouted.
"SHHHHH!!!" you shushed sharply, holding your finger to your lips. "Do not.....I repeat.....DO NOT wake the baby."
"Oh my Lord you brought the baby?!" Elen gasped.
All of your students clambered to see the little carseat you carried on your arm, carefully moving aside so you could set it on the desks that had been pushed together. Inside was yours and Bob's newborn son, August Robert, who was so tiny he looked like he was being swallowed up by his blanket.
"Oh my God he's so cute!"
"He looks just like Mr. Floyd."
"Look at those little cheeks!"
"Oh my God, I wanna get married so I can have one!"
Bob blushed and bit his knuckles when he heard that out of Elen and so didn't you.
Auggie started to squirm a little, a wakeful little coo making everybody fall quiet as Bob moved to unbuckle him and pick him up. "Shhhh.....shhhh......you're ok.......you're ok," Bob whispered, bringing Auggie carefully to his chest, blanket and all, the baby's whimpering quieting right down as soon as Bob began to gently pat his back.
You and the students couldn't help but take picture after picture on their phones of Bob with the baby, the besotted look on his face making you melt.
"Alright guys, let's get back into it," Bob announced.
"Aw c'mon!" groaned the students as they sat back down.
You laughed a little before Bob kissed you. "You're supposed to be at home resting Mrs. Floyd," he whispered, still gently rocking Auggie in his arms.
"And miss all of this?" you chuckled. "Hell no."
Bob smiled and kissed you again, loving the thought of you sitting in on the main lesson and the ooing and ahhing from the students as he both taught and rocked Auggie at the same time.
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Professor Mysterious and Professor Wet Cat
This is my take on that Dreamling post making the rounds about Hob and Dream being uni professors and that Hob is surprisingly NOT the prof who overshares and Dream is the one who inadvertently does.
Buckle up, kids, let's have some fun with this. Also, gentle reminder: NOBODY TELL NEIL. SHHHH!
This time around, Hob's using his proper name, Robert Gadling, because it's been a while since he's trotted that one out and he kinda likes the seeming rightness that the once upon a time near-illiterate medieval peasant that he'd been was now teaching at a rather prestigious university. However, he's not prone to sharing much about his personal life to his students. He's still warm and friendly, but he's cautious about letting Certain Things slip.
Hilariously, the things that do slip end up making him everyone's favorite university cryptid. Sometimes Hob slips into Middle English when he's stressed or emotional. Sometimes he might use odd old-fashioned sounding oaths like "God's wounds," "Holy Jesu," and "Mother Mary's teats" (this last one sends everyone into spasms of laughter).
The literature department ADORES him because they can always drag Professor Gadling off to read Chaucer in its original form or even medieval French, his pronunciation perfect and dead on. Shakespeare is the only thing he'll flat out refuse to read because in any universe this Fuzzy Blue Alien's gonna write, his hatred of the Bard is the stuff of legend.
The students universally agree that Professor G is basically British Indiana Jones, because he's also known to have lethal expertise in medieval weapons. There's been more than a few fantasies inspired during the booked-solid outdoor demonstrations where he works in tandem with the other medieval history professors to show everyone how medieval weapons worked. Apparently, his favorite weapons are the longbow, the bastard sword and daggers.
Obviously, this all leads to Professor Gadling being the campus crush and his relationship status is a matter of hot speculation even if he's made it perfectly clear he was not about to violate his ethical standards or position as a teacher. It still doesn't stop the fevered fantasies of more than a few grad students, though. But that's all they're gonna get.
And then, there's the new literature teacher, Professor T. Murphy.
To everyone's disappointment, Professor Murphy is only going to be at the university for a limited series of lectures. Word of mouth spread fast, and his classes were now booked solid and he was going to be asked to return, once his apparently very busy schedule is cleared.
7. Of course, he's an instant campus crush, with the "Goth angel" looks, the Edward Cullen jokes are definitely flying and there's more than a few students melting after they heard him speak. "That Voice" is always referred to in capital letters and it's well deserved.
8. "Campus crush" turns to "Official Precious Blorbo" once the students all discover that behind the whole regal and imperious Goth Prince vibe that he gave off, was an adorkable darling wet cat who was just completely gone on "my beloved." If he's discussing a love sonnet or poem, there's definitely going to be a reference to "my beloved" or "my dearest" or "my love." It's never sickeningly cloying and the sweet tiny little smile that takes over his normally serious face is like sunshine. The kilig feels are real.
9. He's also forever worrying that he's not enough for "my dearest" as he's rather painfully aware "of my lack in human graces" - which everyone translates to "OMG HELP I HAVE THE SOCIAL SKILLS OF A SCRUNKLY WET CAT." He frets that he's somehow failing his beloved, who is infinitely sweet and thoughtful and caring and that Professor Murphy is the selfish one, really, who doesn't deserve the man.
10. The students, of course, immediately ADOPT him. Tesco ice cream runs are done, YouTube videos on cooking and invites to kitchens are extended so Professor Murphy could practice making something that is "not a catastrophic culinary disaster unfit for human consumption." There was a session on the language of flowers, which everyone had enjoyed. For a while, flowers with significant meanings were presented to sweethearts and lovers all over the uni. There's an unforgettable after-class meeting in which the craft-inclined students teach Professor Murphy how to knit and crochet and he was really rather proud of the scarf he had created.
11. Professor Murphy's raven had been rather entertained playing with the yarn scraps. The students learn that the raven's name is Matthew.
12. And then, dashing, mysterious Professor Gadling finally peeks into Professor Murphy's class.
"The things I do for you, myne owne hertis rote. Bloody Shaxberd."
"But you do read him so very well, my love." And there it was, that tiny, soft, sweet smile, now aimed in Professor Gadling's direction.
Professor Gadling sighs and puts a hand over his chest. There's a very familiar scarf draped over his neck. "God's wounds, dove, warn your poor, long-suffering husband before you do these things."
"What 'things,' dearest?"
Professor Gadling waves his arms helplessly. The scarf slips a little, offering a tantalizing view of a purplish mark on his throat. "That thing!" He looks appealingly at the students, who are now all stifling their delighted giggles. "Look at him! My heart can only take so much!"
And that was how everyone found out that Professors Gadling and Murphy were actually happily married.
Incidentally, the Shakespeare reading, in which both professors took part, was a true kilig apocalypse. Instant campus legend.
#dreamling#the sandman#dream of the endless#hob gadling#dream x hob#professor dream#professor gadling#i crack what i want#history and literature class cryptids#pffthahahaha#shhh nobody tell neil
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ROMEO ft. Yuna
yuna x male reader smut
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"Well, that fucking sucked."
Tonight was supposed to be special. Right now you should be enjoying a candlelit dinner with your girlfriend of exactly one hundred days - eating overpriced food, drinking wine that's older than you are, and ending your night in the hotel suite you've risked personal bankruptcy to afford.
But instead here you are - dressed in your nicest, second-hand suit and holding a crumpled bouquet of flowers, walking along the cold streets of Seoul - alone.
The cold, rainy streets of Seoul.
"Oh, fuck off!" You yell, earning stares from the other pedestrians doing their best to avoid the crazy young man shouting at the sky.
You've had many, many lows before - but this was brand fucking new.
"Looking good, Romeo!"
But of course, there’s always room to fall even lower.
Your shoulders slump as you instantly recognise the voice, hearing the mocking nickname you've been given for being anything but a Romeo.
Well Romeo did die at the end.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to end up like him.
You turn, nearly blinded at the sight of the ungodly expensive and ridiculously gaudy car that has pulled up on the sidewalk next to you. Tinted glass rolls down, and leaning over the passenger seat and sticking her head out of the window is your closest friend - who also happens to be the very last person you want to see at the moment - Shin Yuna.
She gives you a wide, toothy grin and a thumbs up.
You give her the finger.
"Don't be like that!" Yuna calls out from the car. "Get in - it's raining!"
You pretend you don't hear her, choosing instead to keep your eyes straight ahead and continue your trudge through the rain. Normally you would have time for her, probably fire back some snappy comeback and trade insults like usual, but not today - today is a day for some good old self-loathing.
You grimace to yourself as you hear the engine of her car start back up again, and you do your best to pay no attention to the vehicle crawling slowly next to the sidewalk, keeping at pace with you, and drawing even more unwanted stares.
Of course, Yuna doesn't care.
Throughout the entire time you've known her, all the way from when she was just a dorky trainee to having grown up to be a full-fledged idol, she's remained the exact same person - the sweet, goofy, girl-next-door whose favourite hobby seems to be torturing her best friend.
"Roooomeooooo," she sings out the window, "get in the caaar, Roooomeoooo."
You attempt to hide your face behind your crumpled bouquet of flowers, even though if there's anyone that should be trying to remain incognito, it should be her.
Still, it does little to stop her from following you even further down the street. It doesn't even stop her from honking at you.
"Shhhh!" You finally turn to her, and you're annoyed to see how delighted she is at the small victory. "People are looking. You really want someone to get a photo of you stalking a guy in the middle of the night?"
"I knew you could hear me, Romeo!" Yuna laughs back, in her sweet, 'everything is awesome' tone of voice. "What do you mean? If anything, they'll get a photo of me helping out a poor, sad, charity case. It's great for my reputation!"
"You're insane, you know that?" You ask her, though judging by the expression on her face, she takes it as a compliment. "Also, since when do you drive?"
"Got my license today! Fifth time's the charm!" Yuna boasts, clearly unaware that it's not something she should be proud of. "And I wanted to go out for a spin in this brand-new car, and I saw you! How lucky is that?"
"Yeah, real lucky." You roll your eyes, concluding that Yuna must have finally found an examiner she could bribe.
"Hop in! I want you to be my first official passenger!"
"And last," you reply, deadpan.
"Come on, you're going to get drenched if you stay out here any longer. Then you're going to get sick, and then I'm going to have to be the one that takes care of you," she says. "Get. In."
You've never managed to win when it came to Yuna's whims, and you already know that if it came to it, she'd follow you around all night until you caved. You take one last look at the crumpled bouquet of flowers, the remnants of your 'Greatest Date Ever' plans, and dump them all in a nearby trash can.
With a heavy sigh, you give in - like you always did - to Yuna, leaving the cold, rainy streets for the warmth of her luxury vehicle.
"Here," Yuna says, handing you a box of tissues as you climb into her car. "Don't worry about it, I'll charge you a cleaning fee after this ride."
"How nice of you," you reply, taking out a heap of tissues in a futile attempt to dry yourself.
"It's all part of my great service! A free ride and getting to be in the presence of such a beauty like me - you really are a lucky guy!"
Yuna doesn't even wait for you to close the door before she takes off, slamming the pedal to the floor and accelerating the car into a racing start. You buckle your seatbelt as fast as you can, hoping the thin strap can save you from Yuna's complete disregard for speed limits.
"Didn't you say you had big date plans? Or are you going to tell me all about how Romeo got his heart broken again?" She asks, spending a little too much time looking at you and not enough time looking at the road. "What happened with - what was her name again?"
"Let's not get into this, Yuna," you say, knowing full well that she's already not listening to you. "Please, just focus on driving."
"Misoo? No that was the one that dumped you on your birthday. Mirae? No that was Christmas." You groan as Yuna keeps talking - rattling off names and surfacing more painful memories to your mind. "It was something like Narae, Nahye?"
"Nahee," you say, hoping to end the conversation and be put out of your misery.
"Yeah. Nahee. That bitch." Her face scrunches up as she says the name, as if the syllables alone have a disgusting taste. You hadn't even thought she was capable of speaking with the amount of venom in her voice that she uses to say your now-ex's name.
For someone you think you know so well, she still surprises you from time to time.
"So what went wrong - did she find out about your tiny dick?"
Well, not all the time.
"I'm going to take your silence as confirmation that like always - I'm right!"
"Like you would know if you even saw one, Yuna," you shoot back.
"I guess you're right, I couldn't possibly be as knowledgeable as you, the certified Professor of Penises."
"God, I'm gonna throw myself out of this car."
"Okay, okay, I'll be nice." Yuna clears her throat, composes herself, and puts on her best fake, saccharine voice. "Please, my dearest friend, tell me what happened so I may help you feel better?"
You test the handle of the passenger-side door, only to realise that she must have activated the child-lock in advance. You sigh dramatically, knowing that for at least the next twenty minutes, Yuna has you trapped.
Judging by the way the car is swerving across multiple lanes, you come to terms with the fact that this may very well be the last car ride you ever take, so you might as well humour her.
"What always happens. She said she didn't trust me. We were supposed to be celebrating our anniversary and she said she wasn't sure we had a future."
Yuna laughs. "I could have told you that."
"We only just started university and she's worried about a future," you say incredulously, the wounds still raw from being dumped mere hours ago.
"I told you from the start - I know a snake when I see one - and I always got bad vibes from her. But, still…" Yuna says, before turning her gaze to you, squinting her eyes as if she was inspecting you through a microscope. "This is like the third girl in a row that doesn't trust you? What are you doing that's so… Skeevy?"
"Please pay attention to the road, Yuna!" You shout, your heartbeat suddenly starting to race as the car starts to veer into the next lane over.
"Oh, right!" Yuna replies, swerving the car back into the centre of the road, barely caring about the fact that she nearly killed the two of you. "Now, answer the question - what is it about my best friend that makes him so untrustworthy to women?"
You take a deep breath, both needing to collect yourself from having avoided a near death experience and preparing yourself for what you're about to say. "You really don't know?"
"Know what?"
"What I do to give these girls trust issues," you say, looking at your friend's face as she tries to think over all the different possibilities, running down the mental list of your flaws that you know she keeps.
"Have you been cheating on all these girls and not telling me?" Yuna shouts, and you jump in your seat. "I swear if you turn out to be some fuck-boy-scumbag I will drive this car into the nearest river and kill you myself!"
"Yuna!" You shout back at her.
"What?"
"It's you."
"Wh - what?"
"None of these girls trust me because of you."
Once again, you're almost thrown out of your seat as Yuna slams her foot down hard on the brakes, bringing the car to a sudden stop.
She turns to you, a look of such confusion on her face that in any other situation would be utterly hilarious. Well, it still kind of is.
"What do you mean?" Yuna says, ignoring the cars that start to blast their horn behind her, jeering at the two of you as they recklessly swing around you to overtake. "We're just -"
"Yeah - friends - I tell them that," you say. "It always goes the exact same way - they meet you, they're excited because you're an idol and all, and then after a while they all get jealous. They see you've called me, or messaged me, and they just flip out!"
"But, but - I - I don't - " Yuna's face starts to turn red, for once in her life actually lost for words.
"Congratulations, Yuna, you are the biggest cockblock in my life."
Yuna digests your words, trying to think of something to say, only coming up with, "but I haven't even done anything! I mean - we've never done anything even a little romantic!"
"That's what I said! I told her I don't have feelings for you, and even if I did - you're an idol."
"What does that mean?" Yuna asks.
"You know what I mean, Yuna. It would never happen," you say, with an air of finality in your voice. You can't pretend you've never thought about it before, can't pretend you've never noticed how long her legs are, or how soft her lips look, or how even in the darkness of the car, the streetlights cut through the window and strikes her eyes at just the right angle that she looks - fuck.
"That's…" Yuna's voice trails off, but chooses to let her words go unsaid, and instead lets an awkward silence fill the car in its place. The tension in the air is exacerbated by how alien it is to the two of you - this was why you were such good friends; things were never awkward. There was always a joke to be made, or a careless insult to be thrown, but never this - never this strange feeling like you may have actually hurt her somehow.
It's why you were so reluctant to get into the car in the first place. It was only a matter of time before you two talked about this - this subject the two of you have never broached, the elephant in the room you had always danced around but never spoke of, and for good reason too. You're both young, attractive, and you know each other better than anyone else in the world. But what good would it do to ruin the one positive relationship in your life?
Yuna turns away from you, and you feel like you've let something vital slip through your fingers. But too much time passes for you to pick up on that strand of the conversation, and the silence is far too surmountable to get over, and before you can even muster the courage to say something, Yuna starts the car again and resumes the drive.
"You can drop me off here, I can catch the next train home," you say, desperate to get out of the silence that has fallen over the two of you.
"Don't be silly, we're almost at my dorm," Yuna replies matter-of-factly. "Besides, I'm not going to let you be alone right after you got dumped. Tradition's tradition."
You're reminded of all the other times over your friendship when you'd been dumped and Yuna was there for you - to laugh with you, to talk you through your emotions, to make you feel like everything was going to be okay. And after spending time with her, it always was.
The rest of the short trip to her building is uneventful and eerily quiet, and Yuna seems to be deep in thought for the remainder of the drive, even right up until you ride up the elevator and arrive at the dormitory itself.
"The other girls are all out this weekend," Yuna explains, carelessly swinging open the door to an extremely spacious and luxurious apartment. She nonchalantly kicks her shoes off her feet, sending the pair flying somewhere into the living room, and confidently strides inside like she was the sole resident. "So, we have it all to ourselves!"
You hesitate behind her at the doorway - it's not like you haven't been to her dorm before - you're a known entity to the other ITZY members. You're familiar to them, and they've always been more than happy to have you around, seeing as you're the one thing that can always put a smile on their maknae's face. But yet this time, somehow, being alone with her in the apartment feels different.
"What that also means," Yuna says, ignoring you and turning a corner into the kitchen, "is that we have access to all of Ryujin's soju!"
You hear her rummaging around her fridge and sifting through the kitchen pantries, before she pops out again to catch you still waiting at the door.
"What are you waiting for? Let's go drink this in my bedroom," Yuna says, somehow managing to balance multiple bottles of soju and bundles of snacks all in her skinny arms.
Again, you pause - if you were any other guy and Yuna was any other girl, it would be a no-brainer. Especially when you take into account the shortness of her skirt, or the way her sweater’s cut off specifically to show off her tight, flat abs and - you stop yourself, reminding yourself that it’s Yuna you’re fantasising about, and that the only reason you’re doing so is because of how pent up you’ve been in the lead up to your anniversary date with your girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend.
Yes, that is the reason. Certainly not Yuna’s legs.
You shove those thoughts into the back of your mind, asking your friend - "are you sure?"
Yuna sighs and pouts - a single, undeniably cute expression that makes you doubt everything you just rationalised to yourself. "Don't make this weird. Forget about what we talked about in the car and drink with me."
"Yuna -" you start to say, but she cuts you off.
"We're going to talk about that bitch one last time so you never have to think about her ever again, and then we'll spend the rest of the night discussing how you have literally zero game. As is tradition," Yuna finishes. "Now, stop standing there like an idiot and be a proper gentleman and help me out."
You have to hand it to Yuna, she always knew the right things to say to get her way, and you dutifully follow her orders, taking the bundle of goodies out of her hands and walking behind her to her shared bedroom.
Yuna’s bedroom is twice the size of your own, and is packed full with clothes, gifts, souvenirs and mementos - all strewn around the room with little care for any logical sense of order. Against either side are two queen-sized beds, and despite how cluttered the room is, there’s still enough space cleared in the centre for the two of you to sit and gorge yourselves on alcohol and junk food.
"This will work!" Yuna says, retrieving a folded-up table and bringing it with her into the bedroom. She carries it to the centre of the room, and with her back turned you she bends forward to set up the table, making you suddenly aware of just how short her skirt is. You try to convince yourself that you're only interested in the chequered pattern, and not the fact that as it rises higher and higher, you're treated to more than just a glimpse of creamy, vanilla-white thighs and the lace of... is that her panties?
She couldn't be doing this on purpose could she?
"Thanks for your help," Yuna says sarcastically, her head turning around just in time to catch you standing there like a fool, obviously gawking. You brace yourself for whatever jab she has prepared, knowing that catching you red-handed was far too good an opportunity for her to pass.
To your surprise, she doesn't say a thing, instead she sits down on the carpet next to the table and stretches herself out on the ground, making herself far too comfortable for your liking. Long, gorgeously slim legs reach out across the floor, and as she stretches her arms above her head, her sweater - her cropped-off, midriff-exposing sweater - rides up higher on her chest, revealing a hint of a black sports bra underneath.
You follow the trail with your eyes, all the way from her legs, up her flat, toned stomach and higher still until you reach her eyes - watching you, dancing with delight at having you caught dead to rights.
But again, she ignores it.
"Sit! Open up a bottle - let's drink!" Yuna instructs, enjoying bossing you around.
It's hard not to be suspicious of her now, and you keep a careful eye on her as you take off your jacket and take a seat on the ground across from her, placing two shot glasses on the table between you, and filling both of them with peach-flavoured soju.
Yuna snatches up the shot glass before you're even done pouring, lifting it in a toast - "Cheers!"
"Cheers," you reply, with just a tad less enthusiasm as Yuna.
"Ding dong, the bitch is gone!"
And the night goes on as it always does - you play bastardised forms of drinking games to suit two people, you slip into your usual topics of conversation - she blabs about her company, her members, drops pieces of gossip about idols that you have absolutely no business hearing about, but whose secrets are far too juicy for her to keep to herself.
Talking to her is so easy - Yuna is so separated from the rest of your life, just as you are to hers, that you can open up and tell each other everything and anything and know that you're free from judgment - save for a few bits of shit-talk here and there.
"God, you really are corny!" Yuna says. "Candlelit dinner, fancy restaurant, wine, hotel suite - what are you, forty?"
"Okay, okay, I get it."
"Seriously, no wonder she dumped your ass. This," Yuna says, waving her shot glass in front of your face, "is all I need for a good night out."
"Well, unfortunately not everyone is as cheap of a date as you," you sigh, before gulping down your third shot for the night. "Why do I get the feeling that you enjoy seeing me miserable?"
"Because I do!" Yuna replies, a little too gleefully in the face of your misery. "I don't get to go on dates, so I have to live vicariously through somebody."
"You dated that trainee," you point out.
"Yes, I held hands with one guy before you punched him in the face because you thought he made me cry."
"He did make you cry."
"It took months to convince other guys that they could even talk to me after that!"
"Good," you say, puffing out your chest with pride.
"Whatever!" Yuna declares, throwing her hands up in exasperation. Only, she forgets about the half-full shot glass still in her hand, throwing soju up in the air and spilling liquor right on her sweater. "Ah! I just bought this!"
Yuna pulls on her clothes, fruitlessly trying to dab out the soju from her top, eventually giving up and deciding to remove the sweatshirt entirely. She raises her arms to pull up her sweater, stretching up high and lifting to once again give you a picture-perfect view of the tightness of her stomach, the ridges of her abs, and her impossibly small waist. She catches her shirt underneath as she pulls off her top, and for the briefest of seconds she flashes you her two small, round, perfect handfuls of black bra-clad breasts.
"Like what you see?" Yuna's voice snaps you out of the spell cast by her body, as the sweater is tossed across the room, leaving her in just a cut-off shirt. "I know, it's hard to be around someone that looks this good."
"As if," you scoff, fumbling for your words, "I swear your ego has gotten out of control ever since you debuted."
"I can't help it - I am the visual."
"I guess they were going for someone more relatable then."
"Oh really? Should I just keep pretending that I haven't caught you checking me out - what is it - three times now?" Yuna asks, shuffling uncomfortably close to you, close enough that you catch the scent of roses in her hair. As if that wasn't enough, she even dares to place a hand on your knee. That was new. "Doesn't being next to such a beautiful idol like me make your heart race?"
You swallow, ignoring the fact that she has you nailed to a T - trying your best to ignore the thumping of your own heartbeat rattling through your eardrums. "Not even a little bit."
Yuna shifts her weight onto her arm, leaning even closer to you, closing the gap between your two bodies - so close that you can't look anywhere but at her. She looks up at you with her wide, brown eyes, intoxicating you far more than any shot of soju could. "How about now?"
You decide to up the ante - needing to launch an offense of your own, placing your hand over hers, and inching your own face close enough to hers that her exhales become your inhales. "You've forgotten, I've been here before, Yuna. But have you - Miss Never-Been-On-A-Date?"
Yuna's eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment it feels like her lips have a magnetic pull on your own - they just look so irresistible. And then you see it, the blink-and-you'll-miss-it flash of her eyes down to your lips, and you lean into her just a touch closer so that you can -
"Got you," she whispers, claiming her victory in this game of chicken.
"Fuck!" You cry out, instantly recoiling, as if you had just been hit, leaving Yuna to collapse to the floor in a fit of laughter. God, you were never going to live this down.
"S- sorry, but that was cute - you really were going to kiss me there, weren't you?" Yuna struggles to say through her ceaseless laughter.
"Not funny, Yuna," you try to growl, but obviously failing the impossible task of looking intimidating while your face was beet-red with embarrassment. You reach for the closest bottle to you, not caring to pour it into a glass, guzzling it all straight down your throat.
"Hah-hah, you think I'm hot!" Yuna teases, and you know you're seconds away from Yuna getting up to do a victory dance.
"Well done, Yuna - I actually forgot about Nahee for a second."
Yuna snaps her gaze back up to you, her mood suddenly swinging as if you had just slapped her across the face with the mention of your ex's name. The temperature in the room sharply drops, and Yuna doesn't attempt to hide the bitterness in her voice as she says, "you really had to ruin my fun by mentioning her. I haven't seen you get this torn up over a girl before. You must have really liked that bitch."
You sigh, staring into your now empty bottle. "It's not like that - she was… Nice. For the most part."
"I don't understand why you settle for these girls," Yuna says disdainfully. "Every single time it ends exactly the same - and I have to listen to you bitch and moan when you were clearly too good for them in the first place."
"Yuna," you say softly.
"No, you really do deserve better than letting yourself get treated like this," Yuna continues her rant. "A guy like you, who actually cares and listens, and is funny and smart and… It's just. You deserve - "
"Yuna?"
"Forget it. I bet this isn't how you planned your night to go anyway, right?"
"Well," you say, "right about now I would probably be in that fancy hotel room."
"Cheesy," Yuna interrupts.
"You wouldn't get it! I planned this whole thing - tonight was going to be a big deal. I was really hoping to - "
"Why wouldn't I get it?" Yuna asks, somewhat offended.
"You're an idol, isn't that being the same as a nun?"
""I am not a nun."
"Oh, so do you have some secret sex life that I don't know about?" You ask, only to be met with silence. "Thought so."
"Just because I've never done any stuff doesn't make me some virgin-Mary whatever-the-fuck!"
"Sure, sure."
"Not everyone is as much of a man-whore as you," Yuna fires back.
"Hey - better than whatever cobwebs you have between your legs," you reply.
"I do stuff… And I'll have you know that it is perfectly fine," Yuna says, before dropping her voice to a whisper, "down there."
"You’d be more believable if you weren't so afraid to call your pussy a pussy, Yuna," you say, laughing at her.
Yuna grumbles something under her breath, clearly having enough of your jabs, and swallows down another shot before slamming the glass onto the table. With a huff, she stands up, striding over to her closet and scouring through the mountains of clothes and shoes piled up within.
When she's found what she's looking for, Yuna stomps back over to you, and dumps a shoebox at your feet.
"Look," Yuna says, standing over you to watch you open the box to see the contents inside. Of the few things you knew Yuna hid from you, you would have never included a single silicone dildo, and a small, silver, bullet-shaped vibrator, on that list. "See."
"Lia's sex toys?"
"Mine, idiot."
"Ah, that must be why they look brand new. Need someone to show you how to use them?"
"Fuck you," Yuna growls, bending down to pick up the dildo, waving it dangerously close to your face. "You're just jealous because you're probably smaller than this."
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Pfft," Yuna replies. "As. If."
Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the lack of fucks you have to give after having been rejected once already tonight, or maybe it was the fact that you were so close to kissing her moments ago, but you decide to take Yuna's challenge and raise the stakes. "Yuna - you couldn't even handle what I'm packing."
Yuna pauses, and your words hang in the air between the two of you, suspended right over that uncrossed line you have never dared to tread, and that is very close to being permanently broken. She takes one look at the dildo in her hand and one look down at your crotch, doing some form of mental calculation to find the truth in your statement. "Prove it, then."
"Fuck it," you say, deciding to end, once and for all, the game you’ve been playing the whole night. You take one last pull from your bottle, tossing it aside when you're done, and stand up to meet Yuna.
Yuna stares so hard at your crotch that she could burn a hole through your clothes, watching with rapt attention as you pop open the button and unzip your pants, pulling down the waistband of your briefs and letting your clothing fall to the floor, setting your cock free.
"You wanna measure them side-by-side?" You say, amused as you display your cock for her, your length rendering her lost for words.
Yuna gulps, seemingly unable to unglue her eyes at your cock. "I- is that all?"
You take a hold of your cock, and start to slowly stroke yourself, watching Yuna's face the whole time. Her mouth is frozen open and slack jawed, and you imagine what it would be like for your cock to be between her lips. You can see the shimmer of saliva building up in the corners of her mouth as you bring yourself to your full erection, and it's when you let go of your cock, proudly presenting it in its full hardness, that Yuna lets the dildo slip out of her fingers, leaving it to clatter on the ground.
Yuna's eyes dart between the fallen dildo and your cock, now able to accurately compare the two with a disbelieving stare, unable to hide the expression of shock on her face as she takes in the full measure of your length.
"This is the first cock you've ever seen in person - isn't it, Yuna?" You ask. "Is it everything you imagined?"
Yuna manages to somewhat collect herself, snapping her jaw shut, even now finding it difficult to accept that you were right. "No, I'm just… Surprised! You've never radiated big dick energy."
You smirk to yourself at finally managing to make Yuna eat her words. But now there are more important things to address - now that she has you pants down and fully exposed, it’s time to even the odds. "Your turn, Yuna."
"W-what?"
"If you really do use those toys as much as you say - show me. Prove it," you say, throwing her words back at her and gesturing towards the vibrator laying in the shoebox. You can see the thoughts racing through her mind, fighting a battle between lust and rationality, and you give her a helpful nudge by asking, "or are you chicken?"
"No," Yuna says firmly, finding her resolve. "You want a show? I'll give you a show."
Yuna bends down and reaches into the shoebox, retrieving the vibrator and moving towards the bed. She wastes no time - unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to her ankles, and then crawling onto the bed, barely giving you a chance to fully appreciate her cute, lacy, cotton, white panties, and to admire the way the fabric stretches over her plump, full ass.
She takes the pillows from the head of the bed and props them up against the wall, creating a makeshift backrest for herself. She turns around, leaning back into the pillows and stretches her legs out, dragging her panties down her long limbs, and then kicking them off her feet.
"You," Yuna says, addressing you as she spreads her legs apart, her knees pointing outwards and forming a 'V' shape, giving you a full, unguarded view of her bare, pink, juicy pussy. "Watch."
You kick off your own briefs and pants, and stand there awestruck, as Yuna switches on the silver bullet vibrator and brings it down between her legs. Yuna starts carefully, inhaling sharply at the first touch of the toy to her body, slowly dragging it along the bottom of her slit, coating it in the juices beginning to leak from her pussy. She then draws the toy all the way up her folds, finally resting the vibrating device against her slick, ripe clit.
"Yes," Yuna hisses softly as she starts to gently rotate the toy around her clit. She falls into a natural position, sinking slightly down into the bed, her legs parting further apart and giving you an even better view of her, as she stirs her own arousal with careful, practiced movements.
You're completely hypnotised by her - by how effortlessly erotic she is, watching as she grinds the toy against her clit, seeing her in a way you've never even imagined - her eyes half open, teeth biting into her bottom lip, and her hips gyrating back-and-forth, as if she was fucking some phantom cock in time with the movements of the vibrator.
It's truly a sight to behold as her pussy gets wetter and wetter with every circle of the vibrator around her clit, each pass slightly faster than the one before. Soon her heavy breaths turn into restrained moans, blending in with the low buzz of the toy vibrating against her mound, and it's after one particularly loud moan that her eyes flitter open, and her gaze locks onto yours, settling on you with a fierce, predatory smile.
"I - ah - told you so," Yuna says, relishing in the wired look on your face as you shamelessly stare at her, watching her fuck herself. You follow her eyes to your cock, seeing her smile expand into a wide grin as she drinks in the sight of your throbbing hardness. "Oh - mmph - is that for me?"
"Yeah," you say, not even attempting a denial, because frankly, it was true. "It is for you, Yuna. I didn't know you could look this fucking hot."
You let your baser instincts take over your mind, giving yourself over to that part of your brain that wants nothing more than to be in the moment with the scorching hot girl playing with her pussy in front of you, making herself aroused for your pleasure.
Yuna's eyes go even wider when you return your hand to your shaft and start to stroke your entire length from base to tip, pumping your cock in rhythm with the circles she draws around her stiff clit.
The two of you stay locked in an intense performance for each other, duelling with heated gazes and exasperated moans, with pumps of your cock and swirls of around her clit. It lasts until Yuna decides to push even further, and as if she was taunting you, she presses a button on her vibrator, causing it to whir even faster.
She moans again - the loudest yet - as she ups the pace of the toy against her mound. You stroke yourself harder in response, squeezing around your shaft while you pump yourself faster, matching her speed and refusing to fall behind her in this lustful battle of self-pleasure.
Again, Yuna pushes onward, and keeping her eyes on you, she uses her free hand to undo the top buttons of her shirt, showing off more of her creamy, porcelain-white skin, and exposing the curve of her collarbone.
Another button goes undone, this time showing you the dip of cleavage you had only caught glimpses of before, and then another, and another, until her cropped-shirt is wide open, and you see her black sports bra, before its quickly yanked down to free her breasts.
It's no surprise at all at how perfect her breasts are - two bountiful handfuls, wonderfully perky and round, treating you to a slight bounce as they're freed from their clothed prison. It's torturous, how close they are to you - you could reach for them right now - you could pin her to the bed and take her breasts between your lips and seize them into your hands. But Yuna reads your thoughts, taking her right breast for herself, pinching her nipples, and treating you to an elated sigh as she plays with her own chest.
"You like this - ooh - don't you?" Yuna asks, struggling to keep her eyes open while she watches you stroke yourself. "Look at you, so God - ah - damn hard, just from watching me play with myself. God your cock looks so good."
Her words barely register with you, just the sweet sound of her voice in her ears is enough. With Yuna right in front of you, pussy in full display, your mind is flooded with thoughts of what it would be like to hold her against you, to feel her lips on yours, to run your hands over her body - to take a hold of her slim waist and bury your cock in the warmth of her glistening, wet pussy.
You're so enraptured by the view of her wonderful pussy that you fail to notice the vibrator slip from Yuna's fingers and onto the bed, as she slowly flips herself over and gets on all fours. Like in some sort of trance, she crawls over to the edge of the bed and towards you, her mouth hanging open, tongue licking her lips.
She attracts you towards her with her eyes alone - you step forward to meet her at the bed, letting go of your cock so she can see it in its entirety. You watch her as she studies your cock, lustful curiosity getting the better of her - not that you even care, you're more than eager to find out what she'll do next.
"I - I - " she pants. Yuna's close enough that you can feel the warmth of her exhalations against the tip of your cock - it would only take a small push of your hips forward and you would be between her lips. "Can I - ?"
"Yes," you say, not even caring to hear the end of her request, more than happy to give her the approval to do whatever she wanted with you, as long as it involves your cock. She reaches out for you, and shatters the already tattered boundaries of your friendship, grasping your shaft and wrapping her delicate fingers around your length.
"It's so -" Yuna shuffles further across the bed, teetering on its edge, sidling up even closer to properly inspect your cock. She treats your length like some precious artefact to be examined, using her eyes to fully take measure of its size and shape. "So big."
"Ah!" You groan as her grip around you suddenly tightens, painfully squeezing on your cock like a stress ball. Her mouth stays open, eyes alight with wonder as you achingly twitch and throb in her hand.
She continues her experiments with your length - gripping you far too hard, roughly pulling down on your shaft far too fast - seemingly forgetting that it was an extension of you.
"Yuna!" You cry out, grabbing a hold of her wrist and stopping her callous stroking, managing to pull her attention away from your cock. "Is that how you always do it?"
Yuna eyes snap up from your cock to your face, her expression heated and her brows furrowed, annoyed at the interruption. "What do you mean?"
"It's not one of your toys, Yuna. You can't treat it like that."
"Are you really going to criticise me while my hands are on your cock?" Yuna asks, in total disbelief that you wouldn't simply be grateful that she was even handling your cock in the first place. "You. A man."
"You have to be gentle before you can be rough," you say. "Anticipation, Yuna."
"I can see why you get dumped so often," Yuna says with a sigh. "I thought all guys liked it hard and fast?"
"Sure, but -" you start to try explain yourself, but eventually decide that sometimes, the best way to learn is not by saying, but by doing. "Yuna. Put your hands behind your back."
"You're really going to tell me what to do -"
You interrupt her, repeating yourself - "hands behind your back."
It's only for a moment, but you see a flash of mischief cross Yuna's eyes as she contemplates defaulting to her usual habit of automatically dismissing any request you’ve ever made of her. But something in her expression changes, as she suppresses her need to rebel against your instructions, and instead she does as you say, letting go of your cock and holding her hands behind her back. She adjusts herself so she's on her knees and sits back on the heels of her feet, and in this position Yuna waits for you.
You move closer to her, equally surprised at how obedient she is being, and thrilled at the prospect of having her so subservient to you. You place a hand on her chin, cupping her face, and run the pad of your thumb over her pretty lips, feeling their softness, knowing that in seconds those very lips would be wrapped around your cock.
Yuna leans into the palm of your hand, chocolate pools looking up at you expectantly, matching the same excitement you could feel pumping through your veins. You move your hand to the back of her head, threading your fingers through her silky midnight hair, and tenderly draw her closer to your cock.
You direct her. "Kiss it."
Again, Yuna obeys, shifting around the bed so she’s flat on her stomach, and with her hands still behind her back lightly press her lips on the tip of your cock. It's immediately electric, the gentlest touch sending shivers running up your spine, enough that you can feel the beginnings of your pre-cum begin to leak out from the tip.
Yuna sees it, kisses the tip again, spreading the drop of your arousal across her lips like gloss. She keeps kissing - light, dainty brushes down your shaft, puckering her lips more and quietly moaning each time she presses their pillowy softness against your length.
You help her, holding your cock with your free hand, keeping it still and upright to ensure she can cover the entire surface area of your shaft. Her hungry eyes remain transfixed on your face, fascinated with the way that she can make you shudder so easily with just her lips.
She does as she's told and more, taking her time with her lips, and after properly, passionately, showering your shaft with kisses, she lands back on your tip, giving it a last, longing press. She waits again after she’s finished, in anticipation of your next instruction, her lips barely an inch away from your tip, a thin rope of saliva forming a translucent bridge connecting her to your cock.
"Tongue out," you command next, and Yuna's lips part, opening her mouth and extending her lovely, pink tongue.
You lay your cock flat on her tongue, testing her patience, pushing how far you can take this new dynamic in your relationship. She remains frozen still, statuesque, save for the trace amount of drool that starts to drip down the corners of her mouth.
"Lick," you say, and Yuna eagerly drags her tongue upwards, licking the underside of your shaft and over the ridge that separates the head of your cock. It's a simple motion, but it makes you weak at your knees, forcing your hand to tighten on the back of Yuna's head, a gesture that does not go unnoticed by the idol.
She flicks her tongue along the slit of your tip, scooping up the glob of pre-cum that had leaked out, before manoeuvring around to the other side of your cock, lathering your length from the head right down to the base of your shaft.
Yuna doesn't even need to try that hard - her tongue is long and wet and soft, and manages to stir strained groans and sighs of pleasure from you, using only simple, slow movements along every inch of you, leaving your cock covered in a sheen of her saliva.
Like with her kisses, Yuna takes her time, now understanding how the game is really played - just because she’s the one on her knees, hands behind her back, didn't mean that she isn't the one in control.
Realisation dawns on her dark chocolate eyes, studying you with a look so lustful, so erotic, that you have to remind yourself that it's Yuna that is on her knees before you, that it's your best friend that is turning you on far more than you've ever been before.
It's after a long, greedy lick of your cock that ends at your tip that you give her your next instruction - "now, use your - "
But Yuna's already ahead of you - she swirls her tongue around your head with such sudden immediacy that you nearly lose your footing, before sealing her lips around your cock and slowly taking an inch of you into her wet, hot mouth.
She can't go much further - only a few inches at first - but she makes up for it with enthusiasm, sucking tightly around you as she begins to bob her head back and forth on your cock. She takes you into her lips again and again, occasionally mixing up her noisy slurps with swishes of her tongue around your head, gaging your every reaction to her lips and tongues to direct the motions of her sucking.
After several gratuitous slurps of your length, Yuna's hands leave her back and joins the fray. She's learnt her lesson - approaching you with tenderness, she wraps her fingers carefully around your shaft and strokes you along with her sucks on your cock.
"God," you groan, your voice coming out far louder than you intended. Yuna smiles around your shaft, but rather than let her relish in how good she's already making you feel, you push down on her head, urging more of your cock past her wet lips and into her hot mouth.
As much as you want to match your hips with her back-and-forth pace on your cock and thrust freely into her face, you give her the time to adapt to your length and your girth. While Yuna's eager, she's clearly inexperienced, and while in the past you've experienced truly skilful blowjobs, just the fact that it was Yuna - that it’s her hot, wet lips suctioned around your cock, that it’s her hands stroking you up and down - makes everything feel utterly surreal and so much more exciting.
You tenderly stroke her hair, keeping the stray strands out of her face as she lovingly familiarises herself with your length - even though you’re the one getting your cock sucked, this is about her exploring your shaft with her wonderful mouth. The fact that it feels so God damn incredible is just another amazing bonus.
You can feel herself challenging herself on your cock, every odd bob of her head down your shaft she dips further down, gurgling slightly around your cock, before backing off to resume her previous pace. Yet each time, with each pump of your cock in and out of her mouth, she's able to take just a little bit more, extend the reach of her lips down your shaft that tiny distance farther, aided by the build of spit and slobber that now covers every inch of your length.
"Umm finnk mmmph mmph mmph!" Yuna sounds around your cock, unintelligible, muffled words vibrating around your shaft.
"What?" You ask, and Yuna gives you a sly, cute look, and she lifts her face off your cock with a loud smack of her lips.
"I said - I think I'm getting the hang of this!"
Her lips are already back on you as soon as the words have left Yuna's mouth, her hands on your hips, bracing herself and diving back onto you, pushing her her head down on your cock and taking in the most of your length so far, stealing an involuntary cry of "fuck!" from you.
Yuna pauses as your cock meets the back of her throat, hitting her right in her gag reflex. She coughs against you but keeps still, feeling your pulsating length tickle the back of her mouth before she withdraws again, letting your cock pop out of her mouth with a satisfied 'ah', punctuating her action with a generous swirl of her tongue, drawing around the circumference of your tip and eagerly licking up the dribbles of her saliva she had left behind.
"So much for a nun," Yuna teases, catching her breath between more scant kisses on your shaft. She can see your face, can hear your own laboured breaths, but she still has to ask - "do you like the way I suck your cock? I bet you love getting to watch your very own idol give you a blowjob?"
It feels good - far too good, and you know that with how quick she's learning, and with how eager and enthusiastic she is to have you in her mouth that it would be no time at all until she has you cumming down her throat.
She moves to take your cock back with her lips, but you hold her steady by the back of head and take her wrist with your other hand, stopping her stroking of your shaft.
Somewhere in the back of your mind - the childish, competitive part of your mind - you know you don't want to give her the satisfaction of making you cum so soon, you don't want to have her hold that over your head until the end of time, to throw it in your face in some future argument.
Not that you were even sure what would come next for your relationship - could you even be just friends with someone who was slurping down your cock?
Did you even want to be just friends?
"Hey!" Yuna gets your attention, pouting once again. "I wasn't done yet! Are you afraid of cumming too soon?"
You grit your teeth, a lie already prepared. "Like a first timer could make me cum so easily. Let me show you how it's done."
"Oh, really?"
"Lie back."
"What are you - "
"Lie back, Yuna," you repeat, this time with deliberate firmness.
Your change in tone flicks a switch inside Yuna, turning her docile once more, and she turns herself over, letting herself fall back into the bed with eager obedience.
Yuna stretches herself out backwards, reaching the wall with her fingertips, and lying her head on the set of stacked pillows. With her ass already on the edge of the mattress, she posts her legs on either side of her, reading your intentions and parting her thighs for you. "Show me what you got, Romeo."
You've never seen her look so vulnerable before, purposefully laying herself bare and completely at your mercy - just for you. She's naked, save for the shirt, doing little to hide anything at all - wide open and exposing her humble, perky breasts, and showing off her tight, skinny, little waist.
Nothing covers her from the waist down, however, and it's between her legs that you take your position, falling to your knees in front of the bed, taking in an up-close view of her bare, cleanly shaven pussy. She's already wet - her lips juicy and glistening, well-prepared from her earlier masturbation, and at the top of her mound her clit stands exposed and stiff with arousal.
Your eyes follow downwards, and you smirk at the way the generous cheeks of her ass squish into the mattress beneath her, and as much as you want to flip her over and bury your face between those gorgeous cheeks, you know that you have work to do.
Proving your point to Yuna means pleasing her entire body - beginning with the very tips of her meticulously manicured toes. She can't see you from her position, and she shivers with surprise at your starting point, as you take her right foot - as flawless and blemish-free as the rest of her - into your hands.
"I knew you were a weirdo," she murmurs, but you ignore her quip, carefully massaging the pads of your thumbs into the slope of her foot. You knead the ball of her foot with your fingers, and slowly raise her foot up higher as you bend down closer to her painted toes.
"Don't knock it until you've tried it," you reply.
"As if - ah -" Yuna gasps as you kiss her first toe, and you smile to yourself as you feel it curl against your lips in response. You take care to give each digit its own kiss, and while Yuna is out of remarks as you reach the smallest of her toes, she does hold a breath as you lift her foot higher, giving you access to the sole, and allowing you to familiarise your tongue with its velvety texture.
You continue massaging and caressing her foot with your hands as you drag your tongue over the ball of her foot, up its arch, and towards her heel, indulging yourself in the soft, salty-sweetness of her skin.
You resist the urge to say 'I told you so' when she lets out a whimper as your tongue leaves her foot. You return your lips to her ankle, however, kissing your way up the long runway that is her slender leg.
It's much time spent, but no time wasted - how could it be wasted when your lips are pressed against her shin, or your tongue tickles underneath her knee, or you get your first, proper taste of her firm, muscled thighs.
Yuna's legs are as long as they are lovely, and it takes time to give them the attention they deserve - to give the right amount of gentle coaxing that makes her mewl and moan and sets Yuna's whole body on fire.
She adjusts her body as you make your way up her leg, trying to rush you through to the wet, pink treasure that lies at the end of your journey. But you take your time, ignoring her futile efforts to reach for the back of your head, desperately needing you to find her pussy with your tongue as soon as possible.
You plant kisses on her creamy-white thighs, and as if you entered some secret passcode with your lips, her thighs part even wider for you, giving you explicit access to her slick, inviting pussy.
Yuna sighs in relief as you move closer to her heat, and a pained moan escapes her lips as she feels your breath over her lips, only to be replaced with a whimper as you dodge her pussy and veer to her other thigh, latching on to her skin and tasting the dewy residue that lingers on her.
Kissing into the groove that separates her leg from her crotch puts you in range of her hands, and it's with a harsh yank that you're pulled by your hair back to her pussy.
Despite the momentary sting, you still grin when you see her face, as she lifts her neck up to lock eyes with you - eyes communicating need, lust, want - begging for more than what you're giving her.
"Like I said," you say, "anticipation."
You stay there, breathing on her mound, watching Yuna's face, emotions torn between doing what she swore to never do - admit you're right - and needing her pussy to be eaten by you.
Yuna makes up her mind and looks down on you, eyes wide and alluring, lips pursed in a pout, and she begs - "please."
The word is like a trigger, a simple request laden with sexual desire, leading you to breathe in her pussy, giving her a long, slow lick starting from the very bottom of her folds, and dragging your tongue up to the very tip of her clit, getting your first full, sweet taste of Yuna's hot, wet cunt.
"Oh, oh fuck!" Yuna moans, thighs squeezing tighter against your ears, pulling your face closer into her trembling folds, while raising her hips higher to push more of herself against your tongue.
You resist her urging, determined to take her at your own pace, gracing her with slow, purposeful, long licks. You gather all the juices that had lined her folds on your tongue, tasting each nook and cranny of her beckoning pussy, enjoying the quiver of her thighs on either side of your head as you drink in Yuna.
Yuna moans and gasps with each lick, with each kiss against her sensitive flesh, and you revel in the opportunity to tease out each agonising sigh from her pretty, pink lips.
"More," Yuna whispers in a hushed, desperate voice. "Please, I want it."
"You need to say it, Yuna," you say, far from done hearing Yuna say just how much she wanted you.
"I - I need it!" Yuna exclaims, "I need you to eat my pussy."
She's waited long enough, and you reward her accordingly - you snake a hand between her legs, carefully spreading apart her glossy pussy lips with your fingers, pulling back her hood and leaving her clit standing alone. You have intentionally been avoiding the centre of her arousal, but now you make it your sole focus, testing her with a light lick with just the tip of your tongue.
Yuna's legs wrap around your shoulders, holding you in place, leaving you with nothing to do but satiate your appetite with her pussy, pressing your lips to her mound and sucking on her needy clit.
"God - ah - yes!" Yuna cries out, as her fingers claw at your hair and her ankles lock behind your neck. You fall face-first into her cunt, suctioning your lips around her, working at a steady pace on her pussy, giving her more generous licks with your tongue, passionately frenching her folds and drinking in the sweet, tangy nectar that dribbles into your mouth.
Yuna disappears into her own world - she moans and writhes and squirms and you need to take hold of her thighs to keep her steady while you suck harder and harder on her swollen clit. She responds in kind, fucking herself against your tongue, grinding her hips onto your face, suffocating you with her drenched, delicious heat.
With each lick Yuna gets louder and louder, her body gets hotter, and from your vantage point between her luscious thighs, you spy an expression of true bliss painted on her face, as she hurtles towards her orgasm.
Still, your job isn't complete and in the corner of your eye you spot the gleam of the silver vibrator, previously discarded and nearly forgotten.
Unnoticed to Yuna, who's far too busy basking in the sensations your tongue is making her feel, you reach over and take the toy. She doesn't even hear its buzz when you switch it on, and it's only when your lips loosen from her clit, and your tongue leaves to explore further south that Yuna finally opens her mouth in protest, whimpering, "no - FUCK!"
Yuna throws her head back into the pillows, holding onto handfuls of your hair for dear life as you press the vibrator up against her clit, keeping the buzzing toy steady while you plunder her needy, soaking wet hole with your tongue.
Time barely passes but it's all too much and all too sudden, and she can't even last another second before her hips involuntarily rise off the mattress and she loses complete control of her own body, a slave to the rapturous elation you're making her feel.
"Th - that's it!" Yuna shouts, her voice bouncing off the walls until all you hear, all you taste, and all you know is her. "Oh my God, I can't believe I'm actually - fuck - about to - FUCK!"
Yuna's thighs close in on you, sandwiching your head in their warmth, trapping your face up against the heat of her sopping wet pussy. You ride out her orgasm with her, keeping the vibrator pressed flush against her clit, while maintaining the pace of your tongue on her hot, slick flesh.
She shakes against you, her hips convulsing and rocking against your lips, loosening a steady stream of warm, sweet juices that freely flow onto your waiting, lapping tongue.
Her grip loosens on your head, her fingers slipping out from your hair and her arms carelessly swing outwards. She loses herself in the throes of her orgasm - a pillow flies off the bed, sailing over your shoulder and hitting the table next to you, sending half-finished bottles of soju tumbling over and rolling onto the carpet, spilling out their contents onto the floor.
She barely cares, barely even registers the fact, still trembling and quivering upon you, trying to endure the remaining waves of pleasure crashing over her tight body.
A long minute of heavy breathing and quiet whimpers pass, and Yuna manages to somewhat recover, allowing her legs to slip off your shoulders, and rediscovering her own voice.
"I didn't know," Yuna gasps, trying to catch her own breath, her hips twitching against you, smearing her wetness all over your chin. "I didn't know it could feel like that."
You chuckle to yourself, proud of your work, lifting your face from her pussy and licking off the juices that linger on your lips. You wipe the remainder off your chin with the back of your hand, taking a moment to examine its lustre, before licking that up as well, savouring the taste.
Yuna reaches for you, and you take her offered hand, helping yourself up to your feet and onto the bed with her. You crawl over her, posting your knees on either side of her thighs and your hands on either side of her shoulders.
You bring your face level with Yuna's - despite the fact that she just came on your face, she still looks so innocent, so demure, so much like the Yuna you know. Her cheeks are a bright rosy red, whether from the aftermath of her orgasm or the alcohol, or just plain shyness, you can't be sure, but it gives her an ethereal, other-worldly glow.
You want nothing more in the world than to kiss her, to take the lips that you realise you've spent years longing for - often fantasising about, but never imagining that they could actually be yours. You carefully brush a strand of hair from her face, leaning down and moving in to finally kiss her.
"Wait," Yuna stops you, reaching up for your face with both hands, cradling your cheeks in her palms. "I - I want you to know that you're my first."
You absorb her words, appreciating her admission, appreciating her willingness to cut through all the games, all the silliness, all the safeguards the two of you have used to protect your relationship and make herself vulnerable for you. "Tell me what you want, Yuna."
"I want you," Yuna breathes the magical words into existence, and you can't help but smile in response. "I want you to be my first. I've always wanted you."
Everything - every mixed feeling of friendship, of love, of lust, every ounce of tension that exists in the space between the two of you and has grown over the past few years - it all culminates in a kiss - a slow, gentle, sweet kiss.
Hands become tangled in hair, bodies are pressed together, and you become intimately aware of how sweet and wonderful Yuna tastes. A moan into your mouth and your lips part, breathing her in, deepening your kiss and letting her tongue seek its partner within your own mouth.
It's tender and loving and passionate, and it's through your kiss, through the dance of your tongues that you say all the things that you've ever wished you had said to each other.
She holds your face in her hands, pulling you closer to her, while you run your own hand up her body, tracing the curve of her waist, stopping when you take hold of the lining of her bra.
Her shirt and sports bra come off all at once - you carefully roll the clothing up and off her body, treating the reveal of her chest like some precious ceremony, needing to see more of her.
You break the kiss, avoiding her chasing lips to take in Yuna's unencumbered chest. Without the clothing in the way, you can truly appreciate the perfect shape of her breasts - small, firm, and round, tipped with dark chocolate nipples, already raised and taut and ready for your lips.
You do what you've only been able to dream of before, diving in on her dark, dusky nipples, greedily taking the stiff bud atop her right breast between your hungry lips, while taking her left into the palm of your hand - massaging, pulling and pinching.
Kissing turns to licking turns to sucking, and soon Yuna's gasping as you feast on her tight, needy nubs, tasting their pure deliciousness, committing the texture of Yuna's nipple on your tongue to memory.
You submerge yourself in her chest, haphazardly marking your territory, sucking and squeezing and licking, swapping from breast to breast, filling your mouth with as much of her as you could, while Yuna writhes beneath you, moaning beautiful cries of pleasure into your ear with every swirl of your tongue and graze of your teeth.
You're only stopped by Yuna bunching up your shirt into your hands and pushing you off her chest to hold you above her. Rather than make any effort with your buttons, Yuna simply rips your shirt apart, sending buttons sailing across the room.
It's her time to show her own hunger, her own greed for your body, pulling you back down to her and attacking your own chest with her tongue and her lips, kissing into your body and marking you as you did her. As her teeth brush against your own nipple, you grasp her shoulders, separating her from you and pinning her down into the mattress below.
Frenzied, torrid eyes mirror one another, and you voice the words you had been waiting to say all night.
"Yuna," you say, your voice raspy and low. "I'm going to fuck you now."
"Do it," Yuna breathes, her hot breath tickling against your cheek. "Just - please - be gentle, okay?"
"Whatever you want, however you want." You lean down, pressing your lips to hers, sealing your promise to her with a kiss. "It's all yours."
"No," Yuna whispers back, "I'm all yours."
You kiss her again, throwing yourself back in immediately from where you left off, slipping your tongue back into her mouth and intertwining with hers. You help her take off your shirt, tossing it aside before you fall back into her waiting arms.
You manoeuvre around each other, naked bodies twisting into one, finding your way between her legs and positioning yourself between her thighs, resting your cock a hair's breadth away from the hot, slick lips of her pussy.
You continue your kisses onto her cheek, down the curve of her jaw, finding your way to her ear to whisper your final instruction - "put it in."
You wait for her, needing her to be the one to take the lead - she has to be the one to cross that final threshold and take your cock for her own.
Yuna grasps your shaft, and you gasp as she runs her hand down your length from tip to base, wrapping her fingers around you and giving you a long, slow pump, and aiming the head of your cock at her dripping entrance.
Your eyes remain on her face the whole time, watching as she closes her eyes and opens her mouth to release a breathless moan, pulling you into her, drawing you past her plump, wet, lips and into her waiting, juicy pussy.
Yuna is hot and wet and perfect, but most of all she is tight. As wet for you as she already is, even with your cock barely inside her, you know she is by far the tightest girl you've ever been with.
You need to take it agonisingly slow - need to feed her pussy every inch of your cock bit by bit, let her mould herself around your length, let her walls ripple and close around your shaft. Like with her mouth, Yuna adapts her pussy to you, generously lathering your cock with her juices, wrapping you in a silky embrace that's so easy to sink into.
Yuna sets the pace, closing her legs behind you, squeezing her thighs against your hips, and drawing you in deeper and deeper inside her. With each additional inch Yuna's whimpers rise in pitch, and it's through your soft kisses into her neck that you let her know it's okay for her to take her time.
It gives you the opportunity to relish every moment, to feel the intimacy of having her so close to you, wrapped around you and pressed against your body, to truly experience the divine depths of Yuna's pussy.
Her whimpers in your ear soon turn into full, loud moans, and it's when you finally, triumphantly, fully impale her on your cock that Yuna loses all sense of self and cries out your name - not your nickname, not Romeo, not an insult, not a taunt, but your name - and you swear you've never heard a sound more beautiful than your name leaving her lips.
Yuna's eyes snap open and go wide - both from being so totally filled for the first time, and in surprise at herself that she let your name so shamelessly slip from her lips.
You lift your head up, releasing a breath you weren't even aware you’ve been holding, and search for Yuna's eyes, asking her, "you okay?"
She smiles up at you - a smile filled with affection, love, satisfaction - telling you all you need to know. "Yes… It - it feels good. I just didn't expect it to feel this big inside me. I've thought about this so many times but I never thought it would feel like this."
Yuna shifts her hips around you, sinking into the feeling of being so completely filled for the very first time, moaning softly as she grinds her hips against you, letting you know she's ready for more.
"I'm better than okay," Yuna whispers. "Please - keep going. Make love to me."
You give her a small nod, carefully drawing your hips back, trying your best to withstand the feeling of her pussy desperately grasping onto you as you pull your cock out of her. You only take out a few inches at first before you push back into her, fucking her at slow, loving pace, letting her adjust to your length, letting her pussy get wetter and wetter, get more used to taking you to the hilt and having you fill her.
Yuna moans with each entry and gasps with each exit, her hips raise to meet you with each thrust, and you feel every squeeze, every clench of her tight walls around you, as you do your best to stretch her out around your thick girth. Every pump into her perfect body gets easier and easier, every stroke longer and deeper, and before long you're fucking her to a steady beat.
The pleasure is almost mind-numbing - each thrust is better than the last, your only disappointment is that you can't see your shaft disappear again and again into her incredible pussy. You're both still so sensitive - Yuna from just having orgasmed, and you from spending the past hour on the edge of your own - and it makes everything feel so unreal - it makes Yuna feel so unreal.
"It's so good - God - so good!" Yuna gasps. "But you can - you can fuck me hard - ah!"
You slam your hips into her before she can finish her sentence, penetrating her completely and fucking her down and into the mattress. You try your best to reach the deepest parts of her pussy, only letting your cock slip out halfway before you drive back into her body with enough force that the bed starts to buckle and creak beneath you.
You don't fuck her faster - not yet - you just maintain the steady rhythm of your hips crashing into her body again and again and again, drawing out a slew of words that you have never thought in your wildest dreams could possibly come out of Yuna's lips.
"Oh - Oh God! That's so fucking deep," Yuna cries out. "Just like that - ah - stretch me out just like that - fuck!"
Her words spur you, driving you mad with lust and need for more of her body. You shift yourself up, letting go of her body and posting your hands on either side of her shoulders into a half push-up, giving you the perfect angle and leverage to fuck your cock down and into her.
Her whole body is rocked each time your hips meet - delighting you with the bounce of her small, perfectly round breasts, shaking with each thrust of your cock into her, and with the up and down flickering of her stiff, glistening nipples, still wet and marked with your saliva.
You reach up with your hand, squeezing her breasts, teasing her stiff nipples, pinching and groping at her chest, wantonly having your way with Yuna's body.
"Fuck!" Yuna exclaims. "I've wanted this for so long. All those girls - those bitches - "
Yuna grabs your face with her hands, turning your face to hers and making sure you're looking in her eyes. She's the perfect contradiction of filth and purity, beautiful features twisted in serene pleasure, unmatched visuals voicing the lewdest thoughts.
"They were right to be jealous of me," Yuna declares. "Now fuck me faster - more - please!"
Your pace picks up - her pussy is wet enough, has covered your cock with enough of her juices that you can glide in and out of her with increasing ease. She settles into the rhythm of your fucking, encouraging you with her whimpers and moans and gasps, losing herself in the overwhelming sensations you're making her feel.
Yuna's movements beneath you grow wilder and unrestrained - she kisses into your neck, whispers sweet nothings into your ear, desperately roams your back with her hands. You've had your fair sure of partners before - partners who had wanted it rough, or who had wanted it hard or fast, or wanted nothing more than a quick orgasm - but with Yuna it's different. It's at once filthy and loving, a true feeling of someone matching you on both a primal and intimate level, of being joined with someone, of experiencing every single ounce of pleasure your bodies had to offer each other.
It’s like her pussy was made for you, moulded specifically around your cock, built to drive you wild with it’s impossible tightness, blazing heat, and unending wetness.
"God… Oh God," Yuna gasps in your ear, "oh God that feels so good! So God-damn good inside me!"
Her hands clasp behind your neck, snatching you up and pulling you down into her, burying her sweat-covered forehead into your neck and pressing her tight, heavenly body up against yours, desperately doing everything she can to have as much of you joined with her as possible.
"That - that feels so fucking good. I can - oh God - I can feel all of you. "
Your pace builds and builds, and your hands feel for her - feel the curves of her waist, the ridges of her stomach, the softness of her breasts - and you kiss and lick at her neck, her cheek, her lips - receiving her sighs and moans as you devour Yuna with your hands and your tongue.
"As fast as you want - you can - fuck - you can do whatever you want with me."
You do as she says, hooking your hands onto the back of her shoulders and thrusting up and into her without restraint. You do as you want, savouring her, leaving her no more room to adapt, only to experience, to quiver and tremble beneath you, to give herself over to you as you fuck her harder and harder, faster and faster, in and out and in and out of her incredibly tight, wet pussy.
Yuna flexes herself around you, tensing her muscles, squeezing around you as you penetrate her, making sure you feel the embrace of her slick walls around your cock as you fuck her with all the strength you have in your body.
"God - yes - fuck yes! I need - I want you so bad! I want your body - I want your cock." Yuna's words are no longer simple pleas, instead desperate demands, lustful desires that you're more than happy to fulfil. "I want your cum - I want to make you cum - I've wanted it for so damn long."
You can only muster grunts and groans in response, all your effort and mental focus devoted to the sole task of giving Yuna the fucking that she deserved.
"Why do you think I bought those toys? I fuck myself on that dildo thinking of you - but I should've known it doesn't even come close to the real - ah - fucking - ah - thing!"
It's her moans, mixed in with the slapping of skin to skin, and the sound of your cock bathing itself in the juices of her pussy that is enough to send you over the edge, to drive you to fuck her with every last bit of energy you have while you can still hold yourself back from your inevitable climax.
"I'm gonna -" Yuna tries to speak but can't even finish her own words before they're overtaken by her gasps and moans. You're no better - you can only acknowledge her attempt with a grunt, drunk on the feeling of her arms and legs coiling around you tighter, her warm, wet walls clenching and her whole body giving itself over to your cock.
She's so, so close - her back arches, her body possessed by her own pleasure, lifting itself up and pressing her nakedness against you. It's then that she lets go, doing away with the idea of holding on for any longer - letting her oncoming orgasm wash over her, letting it rock her being and overwhelming her with pleasure - her face twisting in pained bliss, her body turning hot, and her pussy gushing around you.
"So good," Yuna says, her breaths becoming moans becoming words, repeating over and over in a declaration of pleasure. "So good - so good - it's - SO- FUCKING - GOOD!"
Her heels dig into your back, forcing you into a harsh thrust deep into her quivering, shaking cunt, and sending a shock of pleasure throughout your body that becomes far too much for even you to handle. It's enough to push you to the brink, to pull you into joining her in bliss, and it's one excruciatingly delightful squeeze of her walls around you that forces your own orgasm forth, drawing the first thick stream of hot cum straight into the depths of her pussy.
She pulses and tightens around you as you throb and spasm within her, matching her orgasm for orgasm - your cum lining the walls of her pussy as her juices continue to flow freely around your waist - your two bodies intensifying and magnifying the pleasure taken from each other.
Through the haze of your own orgasm you manage to glimpse the beautiful visage of Yuna lost in the throes of her pure ecstasy - her eyes shut, lost in a world of her own satisfaction, and her mouth frozen open - a soft, warm exhale where an endless moan used to be.
The two of you remain as one for several more glorious seconds, your every burst of semen into her answered by the trembles of her body around you, filling her to the brim with cum and cock, until finally, every drop of your cum and every drop of her juices is entirely expended, pooling in the very place where your two bodies meet.
Your cock stays buried inside her warmth as the last vestiges of your respective orgasms fade away, leaving the two of you breathless, naked and vulnerable in each other's arms.
Eventually you roll to your side, with Yuna following after you, settling on top of you, draping a leg over your thighs and an arm over your chest. You hug her close, holding her as if she would float away if you let go.
You both need time to come down from the high of your fucking - Yuna herself remains silent against you, save for her heavy, laboured breaths, completely exhausted and overstimulated. She's never looked so small to you as she does now, nestled against your chest, so comfortable in your arms as if it’s where she was always meant to be.
She summons enough strength to lift her head, opening her wide, brown eyes to meet yours. Seeing her then - bathed in the lovely afterglow of sex, looking absolutely angelic - makes you wonder how you went so long without ever being with her in the first place.
You kiss her - the most natural thing to do, the only thing to do - and confirm that yes, the unreal beauty in your arms is real. The kiss is soft and sweet, her perfect lips lightly brushing against yours, her tongue gently caressing your own. You can feel her lips turn upwards into a smile as she kisses you, and you know it would be impossible to hold back your own stupid grin.
It's with a small giggle that she breaks your kiss, nuzzling her head against your chest while she looks down at the lasting evidence of your sex around your waists and on the bed below.
"God, you really made a mess of me, Romeo," Yuna murmurs dreamily into your chest.
'Mess' is the last word you would use to describe Yuna, but you still take your own peek at the very obvious stains on the bedsheets beneath you, as well as the spilled soju bottles now sprawled across the bedroom's carpet. The room is filled with the mixed aromas of soju and sex, and you know it’ll take more than an open window to rid the bedroom of the smell.
Yuna kisses your skin over where your heart is, tickling your chin with her hair as she does. Her kisses are soft and cute and loving, in the same way that Yuna is all those things and more, and she only stops when a thought suddenly occurs to her, and she lifts her head and look back up at you again.
"Oh," she says.
"What?"
"This isn't my bed."
"What?" You ask.
Yuna giggles once again, before answering, "Lia is going to be so mad when she sees this. Oh well! Future Yuna's problem. But we should probably at least attempt to clean up."
"It is getting late," you say.
"Stay," Yuna says, not giving you the chance to even dare suggest that you leave her side. "You’re staying with me tonight."
You kiss her on her forehead reassuringly, and even now you’re not putting up a fight against Yuna’s whims. Still, you glance in the direction of the bathroom, just outside the door. "Then how about a shower?"
"Together?" Yuna proposes, the implication so thick in her voice that you start to crumble all over again. "You wash my back, I'll wash yours?"
Yuna excitedly unravels herself from you, slipping out of your grasp and rising from the bed, standing before you in her full, glorious nakedness. You stare at her, mentally reminding yourself that yes, you did just have sex with the perfect, slim, tight idol before you, and that yes, that is your cum, thick and white and viscous, running down her thighs.
"What are you doing?" Yuna asks, her voice bringing you out of your reverie.
"Remembering this," you reply, and Yuna extends a hand to you, helping you up from the bed, and bringing you with her to the bathroom.
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"Argh! What the - " You exclaim as something hits you in the face, forcing you awake. You open your eyes just in time to catch Yuna drawing her foot back to kick you in the face.
"Come on, I thought you liked this sort of stuff?" She teases, stamping her foot onto your cheek, sending you rolling across the bed. "Hurry up and get out of my house, Romeo."
"Fuck, okay!" You say, but Yuna keeps poking you with her foot, to the point where you have to tumble out of the bed to escape her prods.
"I'll give you five minutes to get dressed and then we both have to be out of here," Yuna says, already leaving the room. "Unlike you, I have to work, and I definitely don't trust you enough to be alone in our dorm, so chop chop!"
You rub your bleary eyes, adjusting your vision to the sunlight seeping through the window and directly onto your face. You scan the room for your clothes - your shirt is crumpled in a corner, your pants are hanging from a bed post, and your socks are suspiciously missing and presumably lost forever in the mess that is Yuna's room.
If you were slightly more coherent, you would make a quip about how disorganised she is, but instead you just grumble and get to your feet and start picking up your clothes.
It's when you're putting on your pants that you spot Yuna leaning on the bedroom door frame, watching you with a small smile.
"Just enjoying the view," she giggles, making you suddenly aware of your own nakedness. "Nothing I haven't seen before, anyway."
"Yeah," you say, far too tired and a little too hungover to feel any sense of shame. Plus, she was right - she had seen more than enough of you last night. Yet that still didn't stop her ogling.
"Anyway, I don't have time to waste," Yuna says, more to herself than anything, before adding, "I'll message you when I'm done with my schedule today."
"Right."
"Make sure you pick someplace nice," she continues. "And wear something better than that. Maybe try a haircut too."
"Uh - what?"
"For our first date, dummy."
"Our first - " you start. "You're not allowed to date."
"I never said that," she says. "I may have let you believe it, but I never said it."
"Then why - "
"Because I like you, idiot."
You have no idea what to say to that - have no idea what to even think. Of course you like her - but... But what?
Yuna doesn't give you any time to sort out your thoughts or your feelings, and steps across the room towards you. You can't help the thumping of your heart, nor the lump in your throat, or your shortness of breath, you can only stand still as your friend - the girl you've loved longer than you have even been aware of yourself - approaches you.
It could just be a trick of the light, but you swear she’s never looked so good, and you feel like you're truly seeing her for the first time. Were her eyes always so bright? Did her smile always make your heart race? Was she always so beautiful?
Yuna theatrically sweeps her long, dark hair over her shoulder, tilting her head slightly, and asks - "how do I look?"
You blink, and try to think of something to say that isn't totally stupid. "Uh - "
"That good, huh?" Yuna smirks, leaning even closer to you. She even smells incredible.
Yuna places her right hand on your cheek, while snaking her left her hand onto your waist. She stands on the tips of her toes, leaning forward to press her lips against yours, giving you what feels like will be the first of many of these kinds of kisses.
She holds her lips against yours for a precious few seconds, enough for you to wrap your arms around her back and keep her with you for just that little bit longer.
Reluctantly, you let the kiss reach its natural end, and Yuna falls back on the heels of her feet.
She starts to separate from you, letting herself out of your grasp, but it’s then when you both simultaneously become aware of your cock, having itself just woken up from its slumber.
“Ah, that’s -” you say, floundering to find an innocent explanation for your morning wood.
Yuna stops you, and a smile grows on her face, spreading into a dangerous, lustful grin. "I guess I could be talked into being late today, Romeo."
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I Still Have You
Paring: Chris Evans x Reader
Word count: 1.5 K
Summary: It’s a very pregnant Christmas for the Evanses.
Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUT. Not Beta’d. Flashbacks, discussion of miscarriages, grief, angst, beach vacay, piggy back ride, Kit cooking, family dynamics. Graphic depiction of pregnancy sex. Dunkin’. But mostly fluffy fluff.
A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask. Also listen. Look me in my eyes. This was not easy for me to write and I don’t want to see any dumb comments about miscarriages. Heed the warnings. This is a part of the How I Met Your Father AU.
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Chris’s hand snaked around your baby bump and pulled you flush against his chest. You snuggled back against him and his hard body.
“Hmmmmm…G’morning.”
Chris buried his nose in your fragrant curls, your bonnet having come off in your sleep. You were less able to be comfortable as your pregnancy progressed, but luckily this pregnancy was healthy, despite the worry of the first few weeks.
You’d lost two pregnancies since you had the twins 12 years ago. You and Chris had been heartbroken, but decided not to try again and that your family was complete. You loved and lived life to the fullest.
However, when the twins were 12 years old, you discovered through a home pregnancy test that you were expecting again. It was right before your family trip last summer, and you were on edge for the first few days of the vacation.
You decided to tell Chris as you walked on the beach on the second evening.
“I have a secret to tell you, Chris.”
“What is it, Angel?”
Chris was a little concerned, you’d been jittery and moody. He stopped and looked at you in the light of the golden hour. You were so beautiful.
“Is everything okay?”
He reached for you and pulled you into his embrace. You relaxed into his strength, his warmth, and his smell. And you started crying.
“Chris. I…I’m… I’m”
“Shhhh. It’s okay. I know you’ve been stressed. What with the new position, the twins going to junior high and your cousin’s graduation and this trip.”
He kissed the top of your head.
“I see how exhausted you’ve been, falling asleep on the couch every night. That’s why I had hoped that you would take this opportunity to relax…”
“Chris. I’m pregnant.”
Chris didn’t believe he’d heard you. Your last pregnancy was over five years ago. He’d gone ten toes down for his perfect little family. And he didn’t know if he could go through that loss again. He knew you couldn’t.
Chris drew back to look you in the eye.
“What did you say?”
You looked into the deep blue pools of his eyes and took a deep breath.
“I’m pregnant.”
“But… how?”
You couldn’t help but laugh at him. He joined you.
“I mean…”
He grinned at you, your laughter making him stronger.
“Well, you’ve always had that super soldier sperm. And it’s rare, but vasectomies can fail…”
Chris just blinked at you.
“Oh my god. We’re gonna have another baby. When?”
Chris was absolutely giddy.
“I haven’t been to the doctor, but maybe in about eight months? January?”
Chris was still in shock.
“Boy or girl? Twins or just one?”
“Yep!”
You both broke down in laughter. You were beginning to think you could do this.
A jolt of joy suddenly struck Chris. He couldn’t wallow in grief; this was another chance.
He picked you up and twirled you around.
“CHRIS! CHRIS! I’m gonna throw up!”
You were laughing, but also about to hurl.
“Oh shit. I’m sorry. I just. I love you so much. And I love us. And the twins. And this bundle of joy in here.”
Chris’s warm palm covered your belly, and you reached up to kiss him, for a moment, all fear of loss gone.
He beamed down at you and you up at him.
“I love you too, Chris.”
You smiled at him again, and then hugged him.
“How are you? Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine!”
Chris looked back down the beach.
“It’s too far for you to walk back.”
“No, I’m…”
He turned around and bent down. He looked back at you over his shoulder.
“Get on.”
“Chris, you’re being…”
“Get on, Y/N.”
You sighed and climbed on his back. Chris easily stood up and set off toward the beach house. You put your chin in his shoulder and started to think as he effortlessly carried you back.
“Chris…”
“I know. We’ll wait until we go to the doctor to tell anyone.”
You nodded, grateful for the connection between you and your husband. After you told Chris, you were able to relax and enjoy the rest of the trip.
Telling the twins after you were past the 12 week mark was an experience.
“You two are disgusting.”
“Wynn Angel Evans! You need to watch your tone.”
“I’m sorry. But aren’t you both a little old for this?
Chris wasn’t having it.
“Do you want to go to your room until you’re as old as we are?”
Wynn got quiet, not used to harsh words from her dad. CJ was just silent. You sensed some warring emotions in him. You two had always been close. He looked at you with those eyes just like his dad’s and you knew. You cocked your head and CJ came to give you a hug. You held your arm out for Wynn, who sat on the other side of you, between you and Chris.
“Listen. I know this is a lot. And you’re right, I am older, but I’m not that old. But dad is.”
You nudged Wynn and laughed as Chris protested.
“Hey!”
Now there was laughter in the room.
“And neither of you have to worry that you will be replaced. We will love you forever. Our hearts will just get bigger.”
You looked from twin to twin.
“Yours will, too.”
Everyone calmed down a bit after that, catching the joy of a new life in the house. You took a sabbatical from work in order to take care of yourself.
That was over six months ago. You’d had a healthy pregnancy and were excited to meet the new member of the Evans family. At Christmas you were 37 weeks. So close.
You snuggled back onto Chris’s erection as he gently felt up your sensitive breasts. Your nipples pebbled as he pressed his lips to the side of your neck.
“What are you up to, Daddy?”
You felt Chris’s dick jump against your backside.
“I’m trying to make you feel good. Give you an extra present after yesterday’s festivities.”
Chris’s hand moved down your side and slid under your belly to slip his thick fingers into your panties.
You moaned as he found you wet and wanton, moving against his hand for more friction.
Chris gently but down on your pulse point, causing you to keen.
“Chris…”
“What do you want, Angel? What do you need?”
Chris was grinding against your panties, the wet tip of his cock promising something that he had yet to give you.
“You, Chris, Please…”
“Oh My beautiful girl, you don’t need to beg. This is always for you.”
As he whispered praises in your ear, Chris was lifting your thigh, pulling your panties to the side, and slowly entering you while laying down
“Oooohhhh….”
You arched and threw your head back onto Chris’s chest. The shudder as he entered you was inescapable.
“Dammmmmnnnnn, Angel. So so tight.”
Chris was fully seated inside of you and gripping your hip to keep control.
Lovemaking wasn’t vigorous anymore, but it was needed. And you knew that It would be a while after the baby came. You wanted to savor this connection.
“Ohhhh. Chrissy. Please. Give it to me…”
“Nnnnnnnghhhh!”
Chris moaned.
“You always have me wanting to lose control. Lose myself in you… My favorite thing.”
“Hmmmmm.”
You licked your lips as Chris started moving, him looking down over your shoulder as he watched you cream on his dick in the early morning light.
“Even after all these years?”
The kiss he gave you on your cheek would have been chaste, except that his huge cock was invading your fat, swollen, sensitive cunt.
“For many more to come, god willing.”
Chris started pumping a little harder now.
“Please, I want to die like this..”
Chris kissed the side of your neck as he rocked his cock deep inside you and his words made your heart swell and beat in time with his, and you started to climax.
“Ohhhh…ohhhhhhh, ohhhhh! Chris!”
“God you’re squeezing me… I can’t. I can’t hold it damn you make me…”
Chris thrusted for dear life as he emptied his seed into you. He lazily thrummed your clit, causing you to shudder as you came down.
A few minutes later, Chris carefully slipped out of you and led you to the shower, where he lovingly washed you both up. Your eyelids were drooping.
“Get some rest, mama. I’ll get you some food.”
One hour later, your growling stomach and kicking kid propelled you out of bed to the kitchen, where you caught the tail end of an argument between Chris and Kit who had come to Massachusetts with your family for Christmas. Wynn and CJ were watching, enthralled.
Someone (you guessed Kit) had tried to make pancakes in the microwave. What resulted was a rubbery mess.
“You really can’t cook, can you?”
Chris was grumbling as he cleaned up the mess.
“No shit, Sherlock. When in the 13 years that you’ve known me, have you known me to cook?”
Chris scowled.
“Then why did you say yes when I asked you to make breakfast for your best friend?”
“Because I will do anything for her. And don’t you forget it, Dude Bro.”
Kit was threatening Chris with a rubber pancake.
“How ‘bout we go to Dunkin’?”
You chuckled as you rescued your husband from certain doom.
Less than 24 hours later, Jack Arthur Evans was born, healthy at 7 lbs 8 oz two days after Christmas.
The moment everyone met him, no one could imagine the world without him.
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What does N call Alder? I think a cute fanfic idea would be the first time he calls Alder his dad, whether it's to his face or like, "my dad told me..."
I've got a little story just for this moment, hope you enjoy!
“Alder!”
Alder, who was sitting at the front entrance to their home, turned his head at the sound to see N excitedly bounding across the grass with his poncho trailing behind him.
It had been a few months since he first found N in the woods. To Alder’s delight he was adjusting very well, and was now incredibly comfortable being in his home. For the first few weeks N didn’t speak. Alder was initially worried that his critical period for language learning had passed, but N was very smart and quickly picked up English.
N’s old shirt and pants had been replaced with a cream-colored poncho embroidered with gold lace that Alder had spent all night painstakingly sewing. Although he had lost many nights of sleep, it was worth it to see N’s smile of happiness as he slipped the new poncho across his shoulders. It felt good to be taking care of somebody again.
N stumbled to a stop, panting as he caught his breath. Alder let out a chuckle, amused.
“Slow down there N, what happened?”
N tugged on his hand excitedly. “Alder you have to see this!”
Alder stood up from the front steps of the house and let N lead him into the forest. “Where are we going? You still haven’t told me what’s happening.”
“Shhhh!” N said, hushing him. Alder smiled and closed his lips, letting the boy lead him deeper into the woods.
When they had gotten a good distance from the house N suddenly crouched down, pulling Alder into the bushes with him. He pointed into the brambles, wide-eyed and awed.
“Look!”
Alder squinted, trying to see what N was pointing at. His eyesight had definitely waned over the years, but he eventually made out the figure of a Sawsbuck who was followed by a group of Deerling.
It was truly a sight to behold. The great Sawsbuck held itself majestically, blinking slowly as it turned its head. The dapple of soft forest light scattered across its brown fur in a beautiful display of pattern. It would have blended in perfectly with the surrounding trees if not for the crowd of bright pink spring Deerling that were bouncing back and forth at its feet. Alder let out a breath of deep admiration. It was always a breathtaking scene to see such a beautiful creature in the wild.
The Sawsbuck dipped its head to calm the excited group of Deerling, nuzzling one softly with its nose. The Deerling wiggled its tail, letting out a happy bleat of excitement. The Sawsbuck lifted itself up regally and began to trot away into the woods, with the Deerling following behind. Soon they disappeared into the thick tangle of the forest.
Alder was beaming. The Sawsbuck was a great surprise to see. When they were both sure the pokemon were gone, Alder stood up and brushed the dirt off of his pants.
“That was a really beautiful thing you found, N. Did you see all those Deerling? That Sawsbuck is one busy dad.” He said with a chuckle.
N stood up as well, his expression of awe shifting to one of confusion.
“Wait, what’s a dad?” He asked, puzzled.
Alder silently face-palmed himself. He had completely forgotten that N had a very different upbringing than other people. He racked his brain for a quick explanation.
“Err…well I suppose you could say that a dad is a parent who raises you and cares for you.”
Alder gestured towards the forest where the Sawsbuck had disappeared.
“That Sawsbuck we just saw is the dad to all those young Deerling. He cares for them and makes sure that they are all safe.”
Alder could see the gears in N’s head turning. He tried to clarify it a little more.
“Pretty much everyone has a dad, and their job is to look out for you as you grow up. Whether that be, let's say, making you food or teaching you how the world works. A dad doesn’t have to be related to you by blood, but he should be there to support you.”
N brightened in understanding, then turned his head to look at Alder.
“Wait, that means that I should call you dad!”
Alder paused, stunned by the sudden response. “I…what?”
“Well you made me dinner every day, you gave me a home when it was raining, and you made me new clothes!” He said, excitedly lifting up an arm to show off the poncho. “You taught me about things I didn’t know and took care of me.”
N nodded to himself, beaming, oblivious to the fact that he was making Alder melt with happiness. He turned his head back towards the forest, looking out at where the pokemon had disappeared. A small smile hung on his lips.
“If you say that everyone has a dad, then you must be mine.” He murmured, tilting his head to look at Alder. “Right?”
Alder felt his heart twist. A complicated feeling of delight and sadness tore cruelly at his heartstrings.
“Oh N… A dad can be anyone, as long as you believe they care for you enough.”
N wrapped his arms around Alder’s waist, repeating the word a few more times, before burying his head into the folds of Alder’s poncho with a soft smile on his face.
“I like that. I think that I will call you dad.”
Alder felt as if he might start bawling. He tucked one hand around N’s shoulders, pulling him close. He pressed his other hand against his heart, turning his head to look down at N, trying to capture the moment forever in his mind.
“You can call me whatever you want N, but I feel very honored that you would choose to call me your dad.”
They stood together in the embrace, basking in the warm evening light. Alder turned his head away, feeling his heart flip with so many complicated emotions that had been dormant for years. He didn’t know if N knew the weight of the words that he had just said, but all he hoped for in the moment was that N was feeling comforted and loved. After a while Alder gently let go of N, giving him a bright smile.
“It’s starting to get late. Let’s head home now, son.”
N looked confused again. “Son? What’s a son?”
Alder laughed, ruffling N’s hair before gently taking his hand and leading him out of the bushes towards their house. The fading tendrils of the afternoon sun danced across their ponchos as they made their way through the woods together.
“That’s a name that I would call you N, the person whom the dad loves and cares for the most.”
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a.n.: I can't believe this took me 6 freaking months to write. It definitely doesn't live up for the hype, but for some reason the words just wouldn't flow. In the mean time, I graduated! Actually went to prom! It kinda sucked, I really don't see the hype behind it!
Anyway, enjoy– and thank you for the patience to those that were interested in this story. If you're still interested by the end of this part– well, you'll know for yourself if there will be more lol ;)
Multiple perspectives (3rd and 1st person); Henderson!Reader; GN!Reader; use of Y/N; Billy Hargrove Survived (but he isn't a racist piece of shit); Everyone might be OOC, sorry lol; swearing; light violence; mostly fluff; English is not my first language! Sorry if something doesn’t make sense :p; no beta, we die like Vecna should’ve
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Third Time's The Charm.
Dustin’s day has been good, in his less than humble opinion.
School sucked the same as always, but hey! Everything other than that was actually pretty awesome!
His older sibling popping by on a whim wasn’t a rare occasion, far from it. When they first moved to college, he cried the whole day thinking he would only see them on Christmas, and now it’s like they never moved in the first place!
Well, maybe it’s because of the Upside Down thing and how they almost died about a million times in the last 4 years, but Dustin liked to believe it’s because they just love him very very much.
But, one thing actually did change.
Eddie.
“Dustin, my man, my favorite nerd, what a sight to the sore eye you are right now!”
Speak of the devil.
Him and Eddie have known each other for a while. I mean, how could he not when the metal-head has been his sibling's best friend for almost all his life?
And with the time to get used to each other, plus Dustin’s natural attentiveness and attention to detail, he can read this guy like the cheap rip-off comic of spider-man he is.
Eddie wants something.
“Is that a new upgrade to your walkie? Dude, that looks sick, what does it do?”
“Nothing, it’s just a normal radio actually.”
“Oh.”
A snort leaves his nose. Dustin shakes his head, setting the walkie talkie on the library table before looking up to his friend.
“You really aren’t subtle, my friend.”
“First things first: how dare you. Secondly-” Eddie pushes the nearest chair back, giving him enough space to sit on the old table. The notebook under him crinkles, but he just pushes it aside, clearly in too much of a rush to care about a random person’s notes. “I need your help.”
“If it’s about the whipped cream on Lucas’ backpack and his basketball shoes, it’s too late. The operation is already in motion.”
“Operation- wait, did you put whipped cream on Sinclair’s shoes?”
“What? No I didn’t. You didn’t hear that from me.”
“Mhm.” Eddie just sends Dustin a look, raising an eyebrow with just a very done expression on his eyes, before shaking his head. “You know what, I’m just going to pretend I didn’t hear anything.”
He leans closer, likes he’s about to tell the biggest secret of his life. The notes beneath his butt crumble further.
“It’s about your sibling.”
“Y/N? What they have to do with anything?”
“I’m gonna ask 'em to prom.”
If Dustin were drinking something, he would’ve done a spit take right now.
“WHAT?!”
“SHHHH!” The other school library attendees shush him, all glaring in their direction. Dustin flushes a little, curling into himself, but Eddie doesn’t even flinch.
“I want to take your older sibling to prom, Henderson. Like, real bad.”
“Dude!”
“What?!”
“That’s my sibling!”
“And my best friend! So??”
“So–” Dustin sputters. How does he even respond to that?!
Don’t get him wrong, of all the people he could’ve picked to compete for your hand, Eddie would always be his champion. His two favorite people??? Sign him up!
Doesn’t mean his into it, tho!
“Why?!”
“What do you mean ‘why’?! You’ve ever met ‘em?! They're the coolest most beautiful, and funniest person I’ve ever known! Why wouldn’t I want to take them to prom?”
“No, not that- why the change? I thought you wanted to go with Chrissy??”
That gets a reaction out of him.
Eddie flinches, looking away. He passes a hand through his hair, half hiding himself beneath the brown curls.
“Chrissy… She’s…”
Dustin does not like the hesitation. The kid crosses his arms over his chest, squinting up at Eddie with distrust.
“Look, I’m all for you going after my big sibling–”
“Really? That wasn’t what it looked like two seconds ago.”
Dustin squints further, frowning, and Eddie groans.
“Just keep going.”
“As I was saying, I don’t mind you taking my big sibling to prom… If you actually mean it.”
It’s his turn to frown, a mirror of Dustin’s expression, but in confusion and a little bit of offense.
“What? Why wouldn’t I mean it?”
“You were just drooling over Chrissy, like, two days ago! I get you getting rejected, but don’t use them as a rebound, dude!”
“What?!”
“SHHHHH!” Strike two, the people around them shush them both again. Dustin doesn’t flinch this time, both him and Eddie a bit too enthralled in the topic at hand.
“How could you say that?! You know how much I care about Y/N!”
“I know that, but I also know how much they cares about you.”
“What does that has to do with anything?”
“Uh- Literally everything? What, you think you can just go and ask them all willy nilly to go to prom with you like it’s no big deal, and they won’t feel like it’s a big deal? Thye care, dude! What you say matters to them!”
Something in that makes Eddie pause, breath hitching on the tip of his tongue. He knew that, of course… Didn’t he?
His mind flashes back to the three years ago, just in the middle of prom season.
“Y/N Henderson, you did not–”
“Oh but I did! I did, despite it all!”
Eddie feels the bright afternoon sun on his back, the ever warming spring air making his hair and their hair flutter in the wind.
Today has been a weird day. His friends all seemed either jittery or smug, like they know something he doesn’t, a joke he didn’t get the punchline yet.
But the weirdest thing? His best friend wasn’t waiting for him by his parking spot.
At the end of class, he found a pretty envelope on his locker, attached to it a blue little flower– one of the few he recognizes. Forget-me-not’s.
“6 years sure go by fast. We’ve been through a lot in that time, didn’t we? And we will go through a lot more shit, knowing us like I do.
I was hoping you’d indulge me on a little game, just for old times sake.
Check the supply closet closest to you.”
From then on, he went on a surprisingly elaborate scavenger hunt. Passing through closets, to bathrooms, even checking in with his friends when the little clues told him to. Surely enough, each one handed him a new letter, and each one had a soft and excited smile on their lips.
After a good half hour of running around the school like a headless chicken, Eddie had accumulated enough clues to fill both his pockets and enough flowers for a small bouquet. The last letter sits on his hand as he dashes around the halls, a big smile on his lips.
“Ok, I promise this is the last one– for real this time, I swear.
This had been a rough year on you, but I was hoping to send it off with a bang. One last middle finger to the world before I have to leave you behind to fend for yourself in the lion’s den.
So, Edward Munson, meet me by the woods, in our usual spot.”
“Henderson, you absolute maniac!” Eddie all but jumps over the picnic table, practically throwing himself on his best friends arms. They don't even blink, only opening up and holding him. Firm, steady and warm. Their laughter feels like electricity and care all at once over his skin, and he breaks into goosebumps.
“Did you like it? Had any fun?”
“Hell yeah I did! How long have you been planning this, dude?!”
“Ah, who cares about that?” They flick their wrist, like trying to get rid of an annoying fly. Eddie’s way too used to their dismissive and nonchalant nature at this point, so he just laughs and hugs them close again.
“Jesus Christ, Henderson, what did I ever do to deserve you?”
He can’t see, but their smile softens. The hold on him tightens, and they buries their face into the mess of his hair.
“You’re you. That’s more than enough.”
After a beat, they finally pull away from the other. Eddie doesn’t even questions at their dazed gaze, used to it at this point, even if he never truly knew the reason behind it. He squeezes their shoulders, still a little incredulous at the situation. Taking his little moment of silence as an opportunity, Y/N steps back and takes one last flower from their pocket. It’s a little bit beaten up after being squashed in the hug, but it makes Eddie’s heart feel tight anyway.
“Look, I know this hasn’t been an easy year for you. You’ve been through a lot of shit, dealing with shitheads like Carver and Hagan, and that you didn’t graduate, but… But I wanted to make the end a good memory, you know? Eat junk food, dress fancy for once in our lives, pretend that we’re the protagonists for once, you know?”
They take a deep breath, eyes locked on the little flower on their hand. It’s impossible to lift their head and finally gaze into the eyes of their best friend. The love of their life.
Bah, call 'em dramatic. They're already way too deep into this cheesy bullshit to care.
“So. Eddie. Eds. Angel. Would… You, maybe… Like to… Gotopromwithme??”
Well that was smooth.
Still, it doesn’t seem like he cares about their awkward stumbling.
Instead, he just pulls them into one more hug, laughing like a maniac.
“Yes! Of course I’d like to, you dumbass! You’re my best friend!”
And those words make their heart races and breaks, all at once.
They let the little blue flower fall to the ground, unbothered by the numbness on their fingertips.
“I know. You’re my best friend too, Eds.”
Eddie shakes his head, locks brushing against his nose at the intensity. This is a crisis for another time.
“I know, believe me. But I’m telling the truth! I don’t care about Chrissy, I legitimately want them to be my date!”
Dustin raises an eyebrow, feeling the genuine longing in Eddie’s tone. It’s a surprising match to his siblings, every time they talks about Eddie. That lingering bitter-sweetness in the end of the sentence, the longing in each and every word. He’s heard them rant and ramble, on and on, about the metal-head more time than Dustin feels like counting, he knows that tone. It’s a perfect match.
So, he sighs, leaning his head back against the library’s chair to the point his cap almost falls off.
“Fine, I’ll help.”
“Yes!”
“SHHHHH!”
…
Today was… Weird.
Maybe it was the way the sun was beating down my face, too hot for a spring day, maybe it was the fact that the 7-11 I passed by didn’t have my favorite slushy flavor, but something just seemed… A little off today. Like someone just tilted the world a little bit to the left.
I take a long drag from the cigarette between my lips, watching the shining sun from my spot by my car. Sitting beside me is none other than Billy Hargrove, the same glare up at the sky as mine.
It’s always funny hanging out with Billy by the school’s grounds. We used to beat each other up in this same parking lot, about two years ago! And now look at us, sharing a can of coke beneath the spring sky like two dads waiting for their kids after football practice.
“I can hear your brain about to cook up some weird shit to say, Henderson. Please keep it to yourself.”
I don’t even blink at his harsh tone, putting a sugary sweet expression and leaning to lay my head on his shoulder.
“Awn, I know you love my commentary.”
He’s quick to brush me off, with not nearly as much strength as he used to a few years ago.
“I’d rather hear the screams of children.”
All I can do is snort, laughing slightly before taking a sip of the can between us.
Billy is one of the only people acting somewhat normal today, same snarky responses that once made me lunge for his throat and same pissed off frown.
He’s also one of the few people I trust the most, funnily enough. What can I say, he’s seen the worst in me and somehow still sticks around- probably because I’ve seen the worst in him too, but still. Maybe that trust is what made me press the halfway burnt cigarette into the ground and turn to look back at him.
“Hey, dude?”
“Hm.”
“Is it just me or is everyone kinda off today?”
And to my surprise, he doesn’t immediately respond. Instead, he raised his own cigarette to his lips, taking a long and deep drag.
“Nope, just you.”
“Pfft, weird, something tells me your lying?”
“Something? What, like voices in your head? Damn, I knew you were crazy, Henderson, but this is new ground.”
“Billy.”
“… Hmph.”
He stuffs his hands in his jeans pockets, sunglasses tilting down just enough to see the look he sends me. I shake my head and he relaxes. There’s a small pause after that. He flicks the cigarette ash off, before glancing to me again.
“Look, it’s nothing you have to worry about, ok?”
I can’t help but chuckle at his words, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Last time you said that, you were possessed by a god damned spider monster thing.”
“Yeah, but this time I’m not. So chill out.”
Isn’t he sweet?
I chew on the inside of my cheek, breathing in slowly before letting out a long long sigh.
“Fine.” A pause. But then I turn to look at him again, with the most serious expression I can. “But if you are possessed again-”
“Fuck off.”
“Pfft-”
The loud ringing of the school bell quickly brings our attention back to the front doors of Hawkins High. Like clockwork, they open and the sea of teenagers roll out, flooding the parking lot. My eyes drift between faces, looking for any sign of my favorite club, but the first thing I catch is a familiar cap and a mess of red hair.
Dustin immediately runs up to me, his cap hitting me on his attempt at a dive hug. Max is not so far from him, but instead of the affection attack she just flips Billy the bird… which he quickly reciprocates, smirking.
The two types of siblings.
“Hey, Junior.” The sarcastic and rougher edge to my voice quickly melts off, turning to the normally sweeter and more relaxed tone reserved only for my little brother. Dustin immediately turns to me, smiling like he always does- but, of course, there’s something off.
“Hello there, older sibling figure.”
… ok.
I just let out a chuckle, a little weirded out. See? It can’t be just me, everyone’s acting all skittish for some reason. Did I miss the memo?
Max pushes Dustin’s cap over his eyes before he has the chance open his mouth again, her eyes literally screaming for him to shut up. Then, she turns to me.
“If he hurts you, tell me. I’ll kick his ass.”
“… What???”
The hell’s going on?
Dustin clears his throat, pushing his hat back and sending Max a half hearted glare.
“As I was about to say- Eddie told me to give you this.”
From the depths of his many pockets, he pulls a… letter? A note, better said, scribbled in a chicken scratch of a writing I know way too well.
Before I can open it, he quickly pulls me so I look at him again.
“I’m gonna catch a ride with Max today I’ll see you later ok bye-”
And he practically drags Max to Billy’s car… which she weirdly let’s him do. I look back at the blonde next to me… and he doesn’t even blink at the interaction, stepping on the rests of his cigarette before turning away from me without a word.
What…. the hell.
As the familiar camaro drives off the parking lot, leaving me to my lonesome by my truck, I glance down at the note in my hands. Crumpled notebook paper, with the little bits used to wrap around the spiral still attached, and that familiar handwriting.
After a huff of amusement, I open up the letter.
“Greetings, dear adventurer! It is I, Eddie the Pardoned (we really need to workshop that title).
This is your formal request to join in on an adventure through the ever changing land of Hawkins High school. Walk across the mighty and dangerous hallways where jocks once slammed our faces into lockers, or traverse into the terrifying lands we call the gym showers!
Follow the riddles and clues, and if you’re lucky, the gates of a whole new adventure shall open to those with brave and worthy hearts.
Good luck.”
“Dramatic dork.” I mumble beneath my breath, but the smile on my lips can only be described as disgustingly smitten.
I look over the note again, flipping it between my fingers. Surely enough, more writing in the back.
“Those who trail my path are the best liars, but also the most emotional of artists. The many nights you’ve spent between my walls, you were never quite yourself. Oh, wow, he really wasn’t kidding on making riddles, huh?”
I can’t help but let out a chuckle, raising my eyes from the paper in my hands and looking around the parking lot. There’s a lot of people walking around right now, most speeding to get home after a long long Friday, but my eyes don’t catch a single hint of anyone using the familiar Hellfire shirt. Which is definitely weird, they’re normally the first ones to leave the school. Still, no sign of Jeff, or Bryan, or Gareth, much less Ed.
I look back down to the riddle.
“The many nights you’ve spent between my walls” So it’s a place, then? One I’ve been before, if Eddie isn’t being a little shit and using “you” because he thinks it sounds better.
“Those who trail my path are the greatest liars, but most emotional of artists.” Greatest liars? And most emotional of artists. Well, if it’s a place, related to art, then the art room? But then why the lying?
“You weren’t quite yourself.” Wasn’t… quite myself. Hm.
A place, probably one at school since I doubt he would’ve gone so extra as to go around the entire city, related to art and lying. “Wasn’t quite yourself.”
…
Wait, the drama club?
Art of lying- could he mean acting? A room related to acting in which I’ve been to before.
The drama club, at D&D nights!
My feet are moving before my brain is, crumpled up note being carefully stuffed into my pants pockets.
…
Not far…
“The bird has taken flight, over.”
“Dustin, will you stop with the codenames?! Just- Just get into position! Over!”
…
How many damn riddles can this man write??? I must’ve collected more than twelve by now!
There’s a small collection of notes in my left hand, my pockets too filled up to stuff any more of them without damaging. My shoes squeak against the floors of the mostly empty school, echoing in my ears as I run from room to room, classroom to classroom.
I swear, If this is some sort of elaborate prank, I’m going to kick Eddie’s ass until Halloween comes.
I let out a groan leaning down to reach another, stuck beneath my– well, not mine, it hasn’t been mine since I graduated– seat at the iconic Hellfire Club lunch table. When I turn to the back, I’m surprised to see there isn’t a riddle this time, no little set of verses to greet me. So, after a small hum of interest, I fold it open.
“If you’ve reached this point of your quest, fair knight, I’m proud to tell you your prize awaits you! (Because I’m not like SOME people who do FAKE OUTS THREE TIMES IN A ROLL)
All that’s left is for you to come and get it. Your king awaits in our usual spot.”
-E.M.
“Pfft– my king?” I can barely pay attention to the soft laugh that leaves my lips, chest too warm and filled with cotton to notice. Dork.
Still, I just set the note with the rest, walking to the nearest exit with a smile on my lips.
I’m still have no idea what Eddie is planning with all of this. Despite the dozen plus notes, he hasn’t gave me a single of hint for the reason of this scavenger… Hunt.
…wait.
I mean, it’s not– it’s not possible, right?
He was talking about inviting Chrissy less than a week ago!
Nah, nah, yeah, it’s not… He wouldn’t. Not me, anyway.
…
Well I just made myself sad.
A groan leaves my lips as I shake my head, hair flowing around with the motion before bouncing and stopping, strands sticking to my eyelashes. Enough with the self pity. I’m better than this. Whatever it is that Eddie has planned to me is going to be awesome.
The hallways echoes with my steps, the sound of my combat boots squeaking in the shiny tile flooring being the only sound as I leave the school. It’s late afternoon at this point, the sun starting to set as everything is painted golden. The walk through the woods is longer than I remember, the late spring wind ruffling through my clothes. After a while, I’m reaching the clearing…
And there’s no one here…?
“Eddie?” I spin in place, looking in between the trees for any sign of the silhouette I know better than my own. It’s quiet here, with the exception of the singing birds and early crickets. I stuff my hands in my pockets, and my brows twitch in worry. “Did I take too long…?”
When I pull them back, one of them holds the last hint. It’s impossible to be anywhere else– he literally said our usual spot, and this is it, isn’t it? Unless my first suspicion was right, and he really meant to spread these around the town– wait, no, then why would he set them up around school? What am I m–
“BOO– OW!”
“EDDIE?!”
My knuckles sting, heart beating louder than a drum as I stare at my fallen best friend, cradling his own face. Immediately I reach for him, falling to my knees by his side.
“Jesus Christ, Munson, you scared the shit out of me! I’m so sorry– Oh, god dammit, sweetheart, c’mere, c'mere… Let me see…” I gently tug his hands from his face, touches practically feather light and with as much care as I can channel. He laughs all the while, completely unbothered by the forming bruise on his cheek.
“Jesus Christ, Henderson– You pack quite the punch! Holy crap, I think you dislocated my jaw–”
“Stop saying shit like that, you’ll manifest it.” I chuckle under my breath (but do check his jaw, making sure everything is in place and I didn’t punch one of his teeth in.). “Why the hell you sneaked up on me like that? What thought process made you think that was a good idea??”
“I don’t know!” He laughs, falling limp on the grass while looking up at me. His smile is almost dopey, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he said he just got baked. He doesn’t smell like weed, tho. Just smoke and cologne, the one that makes me wish I could bury my nose into his neck and just live there. “I thought it’d be a good idea? All I needed to do was distract you for a little while!”
“Distract me?” I snort, brows tilting in a playful frown. “From what?”
“Shit–” And at the sound of my brother’s cursing, I lift my eyes from my best friend’s face.
What do I find if not the rest of the Hellfire club, haphazardly stacked on each other’s shoulders putting up a huge banner on the branches of the nearest threes. Jeff has Mike on his shoulders, while Bryan has Justin– and Lucas and Gareth watch a few steps away, clearly trying to not bring attention to themselves as I turn to them.
“Michael, if you ruin my jacket with your dirty ass shoes–”
“I’m trying not to! Stop moving!”
“Guys! Guys, I’m gonna fall! BRYAN–”
“You’re not gonna fall, Dustbin– stop being a pussy and just tie the goddamn thing.”
“What the hell…?” I mumble, even more confused than when I found the kids sneaking Eleven into Mike’s basement.
Eddie doesn’t answer me with anything but a cackle, getting up to his feet and jogging up to the rest of the club. His grin is so wide his dimples are lost between smile lines, brown eyes shining in the late afternoon sun that warms my skin and cheeks. He skids to a stop under the banner, not even waiting to check if it’s tied up properly before tugging the bottom and unrolling it.
‘COME DITCH PROM WITH THIS FREAK?’
And the arrows badly painted on the bottom point directly at him, that turns around to beam my way with his smile brighter than the sun.
…
I don’t know if the guys have fallen silent or if I just gone deaf, but I don’t have the mental power to look. It’s like the whole world turned… quiet.
My heart can’t seem to choose between skipping beats or skidding to stop. I can feel my skin tingling, my knuckles going from stinging to burning. As does the back of my neck and the bottom of my gut.
I read the words, over and over again, shocked…
“Is this…” My tongue feels like it’s knotted, tied and shipped to the other side of the country. No words could ever describe– whatever the hell I’m feeling right now. “Are you… Is– Are you for real??”
“Yeah.” He chuckles, the warm orange lighting almost making it look like his cheeks are dyed a soft red. His smile is confident, almost cocky and playful as he looks down at me. “As real as a I can be.”
My mouth feels drier than a desert, and I swallow harshly. I can’t turn my eyes from him, like I’m transfixed… which, in someways, I am.
He has hypnotized me, a puppet on his strings.
I feel starstruck.
Eddie takes my silent as a go ahead, because after standing under the banner for a second, he slowly walks to me again. For some reason, I don’t even think to get back on my feet until he’s almost right in front of me, his head obscuring the sun as if he’s the only star I need.
“Henderson,” He says, the smirk on his lips almost sheepish. “I’ve got to apologize. I’ve been… kind of a shit best friend for the last couple years. You’ve been my paladin, my white knight, the voice of reason when I wasn’t thinking and I didn’t even thank you properly.”
He extends his hand, the black stone in his ring finger catching the sunlight from his smile.
“So let me make it up to you… Will you let me take you with me to not-prom?”
My throat closes up, my eyes sting, but my smile is as bright as the moon.
“Yeah, I will.”
And I take his hand, letting him pull me to my feet.
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I stared at this picture for a little too long and wrote this:
"Mom says I have to go back to school soon," Luz lamented, like she was giving them some terrible news. She laid down on the grass, next to her girlfriend, feeling the warm sunlight on her tan skin.
"Yeah, that makes sense; I couldn't go in your place forever," reasoned Vee, who was on her basilisk form, laying on her stomach and playing with a leaf she'd found on the ground. "I'm gonna have to lend you my notes, you have a lot of homework to catch up on."
All 6 kids were hanging out on the front yard of the abandoned house taking a little break from all the research they had been doing trying to build a portal. Being on an isolated location rarely visited by unknown humans allowed them the freedom to uncover their ears, let out their Palismen and use magic as they pleased. It was a very comfortable place.
Amity noticed her girlfriend's bad mood and closed the book she was reading to look at her.
"Maybe we can come with you?" she suggested, on an attempt to cheer Luz up.
"Oh, oh!" Gus exclaimed, jumping up and down on the tree branch he had climbed. The others worried that he would fall, but they knew they could catch him if he did. "We can attend human classes and learn like you did at Hexside! I can take notes and show the kids from the H.A.S. when we get back!"
"Aww, that's really sweet, you guys," smiled Luz, endeared by the image. "but I don't think that's a good idea."
"Aaww, why not?" Gus pouted.
"Well, for starters, none of you have birth certificates or any legal documents to get enrolled."
"And?"
"And you guys still don't know a lot about humans, you're probably going to blow your cover."
"And?"
"And human school is actually really horrible and boring," Luz frowned, fighting back old memories of bullying and bad grades and rude teachers.
"I honestly really like human school," said Vee "it's fun!"
"You're insane," whispered Luz, though it was clear that she was joking.
"Guys, I'm actually with Luz on this one," Hunter said. He was sitting cross-legged under Gus's tree, idly petting Flapjack.
"Who are you and what have you done with our Hunter?" Gus leaned down to glare daggers at his older friend.
Hunter laughed. "But seriously, going to human school is quite risky and we need to stay focused on building the portal!"
"Come on, Hunter!" argued Amity "I thought you of all witches would've jumped at the chance to study and learn new things."
"Not saying I don't want to, I'm saying it's a bad idea," Hunter got defensive "you're with me; right, Willow?"
Willow, who had been laying at Amity's side and looking away from them this whole time, didn't respond.
"Willow?" Hunter asked again.
This time, Willow turned around and let out the biggest, loudest, ugliest snore ever. The girls, especially Amity, looked disgusted while Gus laughed. Hunter, meanwhile, stared at her open-mouthed like this was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
"That explains why she hasn't talked for like, 20 minutes," said Gus, still laughing.
"Shhhh!! Don't wake her!" Hunter shushed him "let her sleep, she needs it."
"You're kidding, right? She's the one always keeping us awake with her ungodly noises," Amity rolled her eyes as she said this.
" 'Sides, Willow can sleep through pretty much anything," added Luz.
Vee suddenly smiled maniacally. "Let's test that theory."
She took her leaf and started tickling Willow's face with it.
While Vee kept at it, the other 3 observed with quiet giggles. Hunter rolled his eyes, a little annoyance, a little fondness. Honestly, if it had been anyone else, he probably would've been onboard with the joke but his soft spot for Willow made it difficult to make fun of her.
He sighed, hopeless. She was just so adorable and delicate and beautiful. He watched her, still snoring and drooling and kicking Amity in her sleep a little bit. The sunlight reflected on her glasses in the most perfect way and he suddenly wanted to keep this moment with him and commit it to memory.
That's when he remembered that Willow's (originally Camila's) camera was still in her bag and, without really thinking, he took it and snapped a picture of this absolutely wonderful image.
Unfortunately, the flash from the camera attracted attention from the rest of the group. They all stared at him strangely, making his face and ears go a deep shade of red.
"What was that?" asked Luz, though her smile implied she already knew.
"I-I j-just..." he stuttered, scrambling for a good answer "I w-wanted to capture the moment cause... it seemed like it'd make a good picture because... uh..." he sighed, defeated "she just looked so cute."
"Cute?" Amity laughed "are you sure? that starfish creature next to me?"
That made Hunter's face even redder. "I think it's actually weirdly endearing!"
The other 4 laughed and Gus especially shaked his head in disbelief. Love really did make you blind and deaf. If what he'd seen from Luz, Amity, Hunter and Willow was any indication, he feared the day he would find the love of his life, for that would be the day he'd forever lose all his braincells.
Not long after that, Willow stirred awake. She stretched her arms, took off her glasses to rub her eyes and groaned.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!" said Luz, cheerfully.
"Did you have a nice nap?" asked Vee, dropping the leaf.
"Yeah," Willow smiled, still a little sleepy.
"Oh! Willow, look!" Luz called her attention, quickly grabbing the photograph from Hunter's grasp and handing it to his crush.
Willow looked at the picture, pleasantly surprised.
"Aww, what a nice photo! It's a really cute and fun moment and the light is hitting my face just right!"
Hunter felt an odd mix of embarrassment from her seeing the picture and pride from her liking it. Willow was really passionate about photography, not to mention the most amazing witch he knew, so the compliment meant a lot.
"This is really good, who took it?" she looked at the 2 boys, because it was obvious none of the girls had done it.
Hunter avoided eye contact and fidgeted with Flapjack's feathers shyly while Gus got a shit-eating grin on his little face.
"Hunter took it!"
Hunter looked up at his younger friend, feeling betrayed.
"Wow, Hunter!" Willow smiled at him "I didn't know you were such a good photographer."
Hunter was blushing much more happily now. He allowed himself to return her smile, showing off his tooth gap.
"I learned from the best," he miraculously managed to say without fainting.
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Hi darl, I'm so happy to see a new writer for the fandom! I'm Lee and I write for most Peaky characters. I esp adore Tommy tho and I'm curious to know what you'd do with this prompt: "Sing for me." "What would you like to hear?"
Hello! XD I'm so sorry for the late reply, I just had a bit of trouble with this one for some reason! But I had a fun time writing! I'm a little unsure of this but I hope you can enjoy it! Thank you so much for the request, you're the best :)
Word Count: 2359
The song below is incorporated into this story, just for reference.
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Sing For Me
The sun poured in through the large windows, creeping through the thin sheets I used to cover my face. I woke up to loud car engines coming through the circular driveway. Being an au pair here at the Arrow House was, of course an absolute gift. It was unlike any place I had ever worked before. But it was also very empty here. The only sounds that floated through the halls are from the maids and Charlie.
I was hired in a few months after the passing of Mrs. Shelby. I like to imagine that when she was here, the house was lively, something I had never seen before. This mansion felt like an empty museum. I wondered often what life was like around here for Mr. Shelby and Charlie before I was needed. It would bring me comfort to know that they were both truly happy at one time.
As I walked out of my room and into the hallway, I could hear Charlie rustling around in his bed in the next room over. His door was cracked open slightly. As I peered in to greet him, I saw that he was still sleeping, tossing and turning.
Suddenly, he started to weep. He was in some sort of distress it seemed like.
‘Charlie…Charlie love, wake up.’ I whispered while I gently shook his arms.
When he finally opened his eyes to look at me, he started to cry even harder.
‘Shhhh shhh Charlie…it’s alright dear. It’s just a scary dream.’ I consoled. He often woke up like this. Frances warned me about it when I first got here. He has these night terrors often, ever since his mother died. He was barely two years old at this point.
Charlie continued to cry harder, becoming louder. It was still quite early, so I worried that I’d wake Mr. Shelby, who was next door.
Now that I’ve come to understand Charlie, I had a few tricks up my sleeve that I knew to calm him down. He seemed to like when I sang to him. I sang him some of my favorite songs or a song that was stuck in my head. Other times, I would just hum to him and he would drift back to sleep.
Charlie extended his small, puffy arms in an attempt for me to hold him. I reached out, placing him on my lap. He wrapped himself around me, squeezing around my neck as he clung to me, lying his soft head on my shoulder.
I began to rock, rubbing his back in an attempt to sooth him. I quietly began to sing a song that he usually responded well to.
‘I am dreaming dear of you, day by day
Dreaming when the skies are blue, When they're gray
When the silv'ry moonlight gleams, Still I wander on in dreams
In a land of love, it seems, Just with you
Let me call you "Sweetheart," I'm in love with you.’
Before I could even finish the song, Charlie’s sniffles stopped and his body became limp, drifting back to sleep.
I held him there a few moments longer, enjoying the embrace of the child I had grown to love and care for. As the minutes passed, there was a small creak from Charlie’s door.
I looked up expecting to see Frances, but instead, a disheveled Mr. Shelby stood in his night clothes. His billowy white shirt and boxers.
I immediately averted my gaze from him, feeling like I was intruding on his privacy, even though he was the one who barged in.
‘Everything alright? I heard Charlie crying again.’ He said so quietly, as to not wake him.
I very quickly and carefully placed Charlie back into his small bed, covering him with a blanket before standing up.
‘I apologize if we woke you, Mr. Shelby. Charlie just had another bad dream I believe. He’s settled in now sir.’ I said as I stood in front of him, eyes doing their best to avoid him. He was a very intimidating man to be around.
‘No need for an apology dear. Would you mind leaving me with him for a little while?’ He questioned.
I couldn’t help but to look at him and smile before answering. I liked seeing him spend time with his son. He needed his father more than he needed me.
‘Of course, sir. I’ll be downstairs in the library if you need me.’
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Charlie and I spent most of the day in the stables. He loved being outside more than the empty house, so I usually had a picnic made up for us out on the large property. He was the only person I really ever saw or spoke to these days, but I don’t mind, he is great company and always keeps me entertained. I just hope I do the same for him. I can tell that he misses his father.
It was winding down towards the end of the night. Charlie had been asleep for well over an hour by now. I had just finished helping Frances clean up in the kitchen. With nothing else to do, I decided to head upstairs to my bedroom.
As I headed down the long hall towards the stairs, I passed Mr. Shelby’s large office. The tall and dark door was wide open, which was out of ordinary. A low light crept out of the doors and on the hallway walls. As I walked by, I glued my eyes on the wooden floor.
Just as I passed the door frame, I heard his deep voice call my name from inside the room. My stomach tightened as I realized I had never been alone with Mr. Shelby and I was petrified for it to happen.
‘What can I do for you, Mr. Shelby?’ I practically mumbled out as I stood in the doorway, too scared to enter.
He was sitting casually on the edge of his desk with a glass of whiskey in hand. His sleeves were rolled up his arms sloppily. His expression didn’t give away what he wanted from me. He was expressionless.
‘Shut the door please.’ He commanded.
I did as he asked, fear creeping up my stomach, into my chest.
‘I heard you and Charlie this morning. I heard you singing to him.’
Was he offended by my practice? Did I cross a line?
Your cheeks flushed red as the embarrassment set in.
‘Oh…yes, it’s just something I do when he has his nightmares. If…if you want me to stop-
‘Does he like it when you sing?’ He questioned, his voice becoming a bit softer when talking about his son.
‘I believe it does. It stops his crying, at least. But it mostly puts him to sleep.’ I giggled out, smiling in his direction while talking about Charlie.
Thomas studied my face a few seconds, chuckling to himself. A small smile crossed his face too, which was new. His dimples peaked out from each cheek. I liked seeing him smile.
‘Well then, please don’t stop. I’m happy that it brings him some comfort.’
There was an awkward silence for a few seconds before he spoke again.
‘You drink whiskey?’ Asking as he strutted over to a cart full of liquor by his desk.
‘If you’re offering, thank you.’
I studied his broad shoulders and back as he poured out the drink, then headed towards me.
I had never been so close to him before as he stood a foot away from me, extending the glass out for me to take.
He blue eyes never left my face as I threw back the glass, the dark liquid warming up my insides.
‘So, you like to sing?’ he asked, leaning back on his desk again. I inhaled deeply and took a few steps closer to him, closing the now awkwardly large gap between us.
‘Well, I suppose. Me mum always forced me to sing for her and her friends when I was a little girl. I prefer singing to Charlie over them though. He doesn’t expect much out of me.’ I chuckled while thinking again about Charlie.
‘I can tell that you care deeply for my son. I called you in here to thank you. He’s been through too much for his age. I am happy to see him happy again.’ He spoke like he was reading off of a piece of paper. Still, I appreciated the recognition.
‘Of course. I really do love being here with him, even if it is a bit…lonely here sometimes.’
It was easy to see how lonely he was too, without his wife. It broke my heart to know he was hurting. I cared so much for his son that it was hard not to care about him too.
His eyes looked up from his glass, a surprised expression on his face.
‘I think I know what you mean. It can eat away at ya if you’re not careful though.’ He warned me.
‘You know from experience, I assume?’ I asked sheepishly, prying a little more.
‘Well, of course. I’ve lived in this loneliness for a while now, love.’ He said lowly and plainly as he sipped on his drink.
‘Right well,’ he declared as he walked around his desk to sit back in his chair, leaving me stranded, feeling exposed in the middle of this large room.
‘I need to hear more of this voice of yours, since Charlie loves it so much.’
My heart sank with dread.
‘Sorry?’ I chuckled out with a confused expression covering my face.
‘Sing for me.’ He affirmed, smiling devilishly, knowing that putting me on the spot like this would make me fluster.
A few moments passed in complete silence. I shot back the rest of my whiskey before placing the glass on his desk. I cleared my throat obnoxiously before placing my hands behind my back.
‘What would you like to hear?’
His eyes scanned the length of my body before answering. I became over aware of my most-likely underwhelming appearance.
‘What did you sing to the boy today that put him to bed?’
‘Uhm… It’s called ‘Let Me Call You Sweetheart.’ Ya know it?’
‘Yes, perfect. Go on then, I insist.’
I smiled at him before taking a deep breath. I opened my mouth to repeat the same song from this morning, wanting to get this over with:
‘I am dreaming dear of you, day by day
Dreaming when the skies are blue, When they're gray
When the silv'ry moonlight gleams, Still I wander on in dreams
In a land of love, it seems, Just with you
Let me call you "Sweetheart," I'm in love with you.’
I looked back up at Thomas who was already staring at me, a glimmer in his eyes.
‘Charlie is right. You’ve got quite a lovely voice, dear.’ He stood up and made his way to stand in front of me again.
I grinned up at him as to say thank you.
And a pretty smile as well. You’re very beautiful.’
I nearly froze from his words, my breath quickening.
‘Oh, please. Thank you, but you’re so beautiful, it’s almost annoying, Mr. Shelby.’ I giggled out nervously, hoping I wasn’t being too forward. But he was, so what was the harm?
He cocked an eyebrow at me.
‘Please call me Tommy, love.’ He muttered out.
Without saying another word, Tommy began to push my long and frizzy hair behind my ear. I inhaled sharply as his hand made contact with me. He was definitely coming onto me. Was this appropriate? It was hard to say no to a man like Thomas Shelby. Everything about him was intoxicating.
“Are you going to kiss me, Tommy?’ I whispered, batting my eyes sensually at him as I wetted my lips, pushing my lips passed my teeth.
His hand made its way to lightly tilt my chin up to him before he leaned down to press his warm lips onto mine. I was basically trembling with excitement and a bit of fear. The fear fell off of me as he deepened his kiss. He wrapped his hands around my cheeks and pulled me further into his body. I could feel his muscular chest pressed against mine as he sank into my mouth. I opened the kiss to allow his tongue access inside. He greedily accepted the invitation with more force. The kiss was became so needy.
Without thinking, I threw my hands into his hair and gripped lightly onto his loose brown strands. He moaned softly into my mouth, sending vibrations through my body.
“Mommy! Mommy!’ Charlie cried out from behind us. My eyes shot wide open as both Tommy and I practically sprung off of each other.
Charlie ran up to me with tears in his eyes, clinging to my legs and squeezing.
Completely flushed and still trying to recover what just happened, I picked up Charlie instinctively, bouncing him up and down to calm him down.
I turned around to see Tommy was who holding back a giggle.
‘Tommy, I try to correct him when he says this, I swear.’ I worryingly assured him. I hoped it hadn’t offended him.
‘No, no, please don’t apologize. He doesn’t know any better…it’s quite adorable, actually.’ He said jokingly while giggling.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him before turning to face the door.
“I should try to put him back to bed.’ I exclaimed as I headed towards the door.
‘I’ll join you, then. I wouldn’t mind hearing you sing again, either.’ He said teasingly, coming up on my side and placing his large warm hand on the small of my back as to lead me out of the doorway with him.
‘You will? Oh Tommy, I think Charlie would love that!’ I beamed up at him as he smiled down at me. For the night, I felt as though I saw a side of Tommy that he hides away from others. To the outside world, Tommy Shelby was a ruthless gangster and business man. Here at the Arrow House tonight, he was just Thomas. He was just a man.
#thomas shelby#tommy shelby x reader#peaky blinders#tommy shelby#tommy shelby fanfic#peaky blinder fanfic#tommy shelby one shot#peaky blinders x reader
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Poly! Lost boys x animal lover Gn Reader
Hello everyone! So on my last post about slashers with a s/o who loves animals quite a few of you said Marko would be the type of guy to sneak animals into the cave and would drive the others insane about it, so I decided to make it into a oneshot! Thank you for the inspiration and I hope you don’t mind me using this idea! You guys are so creative!
Summary: Y/n and Marko sneak a bunch of animals into the cave, the other boys are not amused (well except Paul, kinda)
*Gender neutral terms are used however nicknames babe and baby are used*
*This could be considered more Marko focused*
It was a warm night in Santa Carla. People were enjoying the boardwalk, families were walking on the beach, and you were enjoying the warm summer evening with one of your boyfriends.
You and Marko had decided to have a little date, just the two of you. It’s not that you don’t like going on a date with four smoking hot dudes at once! It’s just that sometimes going on a one on one date was nice. It was more… relaxing. Less chaotic. But you didn’t mind chaos, after all that is what made you so interested in the boys in the first place.
So here you and Marko were, walking underneath the boardwalk, hand in hand, making some small talk, when all of a sudden you two hear a tiny little squeak!
It was so small that you almost didn’t hear it, but your vampire boyfriend did.
Marko bent down with a smile and held his hand out.
“Babe, look!” Marko cooed as he stood back up. You looked down in his hands to see a little mouse, barely the size of a crumpled up tissue, sitting in the palm of his hand, brushing its little hands over its face.
“Awwwww! Well hi there cutie! What’s your name?”
“Squeak!”
You and Marko squealed in delight at its response. “We gotta take it back to the cave!” You said. Marko nodded along.
“Here,” Marko lightly tugged on the pocket of your jacket and held his hand up to it, allowing the mouse to snuggle up inside near your chest. “My jacket doesn’t have any pockets, so take good care of them!” Marko said like a strict mother.
“Sir, yes sir!” You said and gave him a salute. Marko chuckled and lightly flicked your forehead. Usually when you would do something goofy like what you just did he would give you a little nudge, but he didn’t want to risk hurting the little creature that was cozying up in your pocket.
“Let’s get back home before the guys do, give us some time to set up a spot hidden away for our new baby.” Marko said as he took your hand once again.
As you guys carefully climbed out from underneath the boardwalk and onto the sand your old conversation changed from talking about the new Bon Jovi album to what you should call your new ‘baby’ as Marko called it.
“What about Axl?” Marko suggested.
“As in Rose?”
He grinned at you. “You know it, baby!”
You laughed, making the mouse poke it’s head out of your pocket to see what was happening. “I love it, Axl it is!” You said and gave Axl’s little head a tiny rub with your pinky finger.
As you two climbed the rocky stairs up to the cave you ended up finding another baby! Actually two babies!
You both stopped in your tracks as a raccoon and a possum walked out from out of the bushes in front of you. The raccoon chirped at you and walked up to your feet. Meanwhile the possum froze in its spot before falling over and playing dead.
The raccoon gripped your pant leg and began climbing up you.
“Oh! Well hello to you too?” You smile as it curled up on your shoulders. “I’m gonna call you, Jimmy.” You declared.
Meanwhile Marko was wrestling the possum in his arms, who very clearly did not want to be picked up and zipped into Marko’s jacket. But you had to admit, it did look quite funny with its little head sticking out as it thrashed around.
“Shhhh shhhh, it’s okay Jennifer.” Marko cooed. “You and your two brothers are gonna love the cave!” He said, the both of you giggling like children as you went into the back of the cave where your ‘nest’ was. Aka an old king size bed with a million pillows and blankets.
You placed Jimmy onto your bed, who was happy to curl up on your pillow and take a nap. Meanwhile Jennifer had finally given up on squirming around, and instead settled on giving a nice little ‘hisssss!’ Every few seconds. “She’s just going through her teenage angst.” Marko said as he patted Jennifer’s head, making her hiss more.
“Well would our daughter prefer she has her own room then?” You asked as you flipped over a laundry basket, dumping the dirty clothes onto the floor.
“Hmmmm,” Marko hummed as he watched you place a bath towel down in it for cushion. “I think she would!” He then unzipped the possum from his jacket and placed her in her new room. Jennifer instantly began playing dead again. “She’s sleepy, like her brother.” You said.
“Y/n what are we gonna do about Axl?” Marko asked.
“What do you mean?” You said with a tilt of you head.
“Well… I love Jenny and all,” He said as he looked down at Jennifer. Still playing dead. “But I think she would eat him…”
You gasped and covered Axl’s little ears. “Do possums eat mice?”
Marko opened his mouth to respond but quickly closed it when the cave was filled with hoots and howls.
“Shit, they’re back early!” Marko hissed.
Your eyes widened. “What do we do?!”
“Hide Jenny!” Marko picked up the laundry basket and gave it to you. “Heyyy Jim Jam, I’m gonna tuck you in with this blanket.” Marko said and then drew the curtain on your bed. Meanwhile you were sliding the basket under your desk. You didn’t have time to put anything in front of the desks before David, Dwayne, and Paul walked in, so you just had to stand there and act natural.
“Hey loves! How was the hunt?” You asked.
“It was good, how about you twos date?” Dwayne asked.
“It was nice! Took a nice walk around town, grabbed some snacks-”
“Hey!” Paul suddenly interrupted. Uh oh. He knows…
“Where’s our kiss?” He asked with a pout.
Oh. Phew!
You smiled innocently at the blond. “Why don’t you come here a get it, pretty boy.” You cooed at him. Paul instantly peeled up and was ready to walk up to you like an obedient puppy. But David held him back, making him whine.
“How come you don’t wanna come up to us?” David asked.
You shrugged. “Just wanted to switch it up a bit.”
“Uh huh. So why are you standing in front of that desk?”
“Uhhh am I not allow to stand where I want to, David?” You asked with a roll of your eyes.
David crossed his arms and looked over at Marko. “Move the curtain.” He demanded.
Marko gasped. “David! That’s Y/n’s nest! They have private stuff in there!”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
“Uhhhh… like… like Their… sex… toys…” Marko said, mentally face palming himself.
“Ooh! Did you get something new for us!” Paul said as he ripped away from David and threw open the curtain.
Jimmy was rolled up in the blanket like a burrito, rocking back and fourth.
David looked over at you and crossed his arms. “Your turn.” He said sternly.
You sighed and moved out of the way with your hands raised in defeat. Jennifer then knocked over the laundry hamper and ran out of the cave. “Our daughter is sneaking out already!” Marko sniffled and wiped away a fake tear. “I’m so proud of her.”
David sighed and looked between the two of you. “If there is any more I’d suggested showing them now, or else.”
Dwayne had unwrapped Jimmy and taken him outside. You and Marko looked between each other, mentally debating if you give up your first child. But Axl had already decided for you as he poked his little head out of your pocket again. “Shit! Shhh Axl go back to sleep!” You tried to get him to go back in your pocket, but he would much rather sit on your shoulder and look at the big scary platinum blond in front of him.
David walked up to you and silently held out his hand. You sighed and gave over Axl.
“You two need to stop doing this shit!” David yelled as he walked out of the cave.
“Hmph! Well you guys aren’t getting any cuddles from me for a week! You children stealers!”
“Awww what?! What about me!” Paul pouted. You smiled at him.
“Not you, pretty. Come here.” You patted your bed for both your blonds to snuggle into you.
“Wanna bring back a sea turtle next time?” Marko whispered.
You grinned at him. “Oh definitely!”
#the lost boys x reader#the lost boys 1987#the lost boys#xreader#oneshot#marko x reader#poly lost boys x reader
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[the tubburevil au thing]
okok so like. me personally im very very curious about qtubbo's past before the freeze and have Very many hc's abt it. in this specific au, he used to work for the federation, but like not very high level. most fed workers were actually like raised by the federation, unwanted children who were adopted by them at a young age. none of them were given names, just placeholder numbers until they were old/smart enough to work.
C-19 (fred) and C-13 (tubbo) were raised in one group, and (A-1) cucurucho, A-2 (cucurevil) and A-3 (osito bimbo) were raised in another. the A group were supposed to be like the leaders and representatives of the fed, whereas the C group were supposed to be lower-level but still important workers (think machinery, cleaning etc).
by the time they were in their pre-teens, they got to interact. the five of them kinda stuck together instantly. tubbo was really really good at create, but he was also a bit of a troublemaker so most of the caretakers did not like him. he was the most "individual" of them, assigned the rest of the gang names. tubbo for himself, fred for C-19, cloud for A-1, venus for A-2 and skye for A-3. (won't be using those names though, cause it would just cause confusion)
once they all turn 15, they start their actual work at the federation (look the feds are a little Terrible, and everyone wears masks so unless you're exceptionally short no one can actually tell). the 5 all get assigned to the same island, a relatively old one that's still popular enough. this is where tubbo meets phil, tommy, piso, becky, wilbur, and fit (but younger versions ofc, this isn't super relevant but shhhh.)
after meeting various islanders if they come and go, tubbo starts to get Ideas that the feds wouldn't like. he tells these ideas to his friends, who are all a little bit like "uhhh tubbo idk about that one chief". cucurevil and fred hear him out tho and they agree so they start to engage in Rule-breaking.
eventually they start to like, genuinely hate the federation and hatch a plan to run away together. at this point, they've started to grow distant from cucurucho and osito bc those two are like Rule Abiders and might snitch, but since theyre still friends, fred reaches out to them trying to convince the siblings to run away with them. they decline, but don't want to snitch.
fred, cucurevil and tubbo try to run away, but they get caught by guards barely an hour in. they change courses, try to get to this nearby portal to a new experimental island (qsmp) that the federation is working on.
they get to the portal--- cucurucho stands in their way. cucurevil shouts at him to let them pass, but it just stands there for a few moments. then, it turns and runs away.
cucurevil rushes through the portal, but as he jumps in the guards arrive and grab tubbo and fred. she wants to go back to get them but then the next second the guards are running after her, and in the panic she just looks ahead and keeps running.
cucurevil figures, he has to find a place to hide and so he goes underground, to this weird maze where the feds can't reach him. eventually the guards leave it be. at this point, cucurevil could just run on his own, but he doesn't want to leave tubbo and fred (and cucurucho and osito) behind. so he waits.
meanwhile, tubbo and fred have all their memories erased and get frozen for like ,, a year in some facility. they remove fred a little earlier than tubbo because they don't want the two to interact, but then the qsmp islanders find the facility on their own and get tubbo out themselves. at this point, the feds are like "ahh shit well we can't say anything now so uhhhhhhhhh let him go." (im aware the whole fed workers being frozen in the facility thing has Implications for the other new members but ill uhh. ill work on that. later)
is this ask too long fuck i was gonna add more
Oh wow. This is a really interesting idea, and if you ever decide to write a fic on it, pls let me know.
I want to know more:D
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I read The Art of War by Sun Tzu and highlighted the quotes that made me think of New Life Sparrow. This is self indulgent and I cannot explain the joy I felt reading that book
Below the cut are all quotes that remind me of New Life Sparrow, in one way or another, with commentary from me!
Chapter 1 — Laying Plans
“By means of these seven considerations I can forecast victory or defeat.”
Sparrow would say this really confidently and then immediately get wrecked by a fireball
“Hold out baits to entice the enemy. Feign disorder, and crush him.”
Sparrow would reference this quote as he is very actively in disorder. If he actually decided to get serious, I’d see him using this as a strategy
“If he is secure at all points, be prepared for him. If he is in superior strength, evade him.”
He would reference this quote, specifically the latter portion, getting chased.
Like, ‘A famous tactician said that if your opponent is stronger than you— *explosion* you should probably run!’
Chapter 2 — Waging War
“Thus, though we have heard of stupid haste in war, cleverness has never been associated with long delays.”
“The skillful soldier does not raise a second levy, neither are his supply-wagons loaded more than twice.”
He forgot the fucking gas. Brother is too forgetful to abide by this quote, but that will not stop him from quoting it
“This is called, using the conquered foe to augment one’s own strength.”
He’d say this over a dead iron golem, or with magma cream in hand
Chapter 3 — Attack by Stratagem
“Hence to fight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence; supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy’s resistance without fighting.”
Generally, he doesn’t seem to like fighting (people he has deemed of good moral (*cough* the pirates *cough*))
“He will win who knows when to fight and when not to fight.”
Sparrow would totally say this, actively staring at a threat he knows he cannot handle (like a bastion or something. Maybe a boss of some sort) before absolutely booking it
Chapter 4 — Tactical Dispositions
“Sun Tzu said: The good fighters of old first put themselves beyond the possibility of defeat, and then waited for an opportunity of defeating the enemy.”
‘Defeating the enemy’ would be ‘achieving his aspirations’
Pep talk :)
“Hence the saying: One may know how to conquer without being able to do it.”
Sparrow would say this to save his wounded pride
Chapter 5 — Energy
“The quality of decision is like the well-timed swoop of a falcon which enables it to strike and destroy its victim.”
Birds. Birds. Birds. Birds.
Chapter 6 — Weak Points and Strong
“Appear at points which the enemy must hasten to defend; march swiftly to places where you are not expected.”
Sparrow: The element of surprise! *gets knocked down by a spinning machine*
“An army may march great distances without distress, if it marches through country where the enemy is not.”
“You can be sure of succeeding in your attacks if you only attack places which are undefended. You can ensure the safety of your defense if you only hold positions that cannot be attacked.”
“If we do not wish to fight, we can prevent the enemy from engaging us even though the lines of our encampment be merely traced out on the ground. All we need do is to throw something odd and unaccountable in his way.”
He’d throw a bundle of fish in the water to get a shark to leave him alone, like in raft.
Chapter 7 — Maneuvering
“Thus, to take a long and circuitous route, after enticing the enemy out of the way, and though starting after him, to contrive to reach the goal before him, shows knowledge of the artifice of deviation.”
He sort of goofy silly where you’re like ‘awwww <3’ until he says this shit. If he legitimately wanted to do damage I think Sparrow could (either that or he’d be a loony toons villain but shhhh)
Chapter 8 — Variation in Tactics
“There are roads which must not be followed, armies which must be not attacked, towns which must be besieged, positions which must not be contested, commands of the sovereign which must not be obeyed.”
If a superior told Mr. New Life Sparrow to commit war crimes, Mr. New Life Sparrow would probably desert the army
Chapter 9 — The Army on the March
“The rising of birds in their flight is the sign of an ambuscade. Startled beasts indicate that a sudden attack is coming.”
Chapter 11 — The Nine Situations
“The different measures suited to the nine varieties of ground; the expediency of aggressive or defensive tactics; and the fundamental laws of human nature: these are things that must most certainly be studied.”
Chapter 13 — The Use of Spies
“Be subtle! be subtle! and use your spies for every kind of business.”
Excited fool
#acronage#new life smp#new life sparrow#new life owen#owengejuicetv#nlsmp#nlsmp sparrow#nl!sparrow#the art of war#the art of war by sun tzu
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ok fine (i say to nobody because nobody asked me for this)
HEADS UP i speak about some of these as if im like. dissecting the actual meaning of the song... thats not true idk why i decided to phrase it like that. i meant that this is how the songs relate to him in my head but. i dont feel like fixing it
and ive got crazy brain fog here we fucking go
baba yaga - nilfruits is, in retrospect, a pretty loose fit considering its actual meaning, which i didn't figure out until AFTER i associated it with walter. so. :P blehh
the MV shows a young girl, easily impressionable and desperate for validation, being lured into a building with compliments and promises of being something great. she's then continually groomed (into dancing, presumably for free or next to nothing, as well as murder??) using that same validation
... or somehign idk POINT IS i know generally what its hinting at and it doesn't fit w how i see walter
brutus - the buttress reminds me of what walter might've thought about alucard right before his betrayal as well as everything that came afterwards. verse 1-3 is from the perspective of old walter,
And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't wishing / For untimely death or demise / Or am I just wishing I could be like you?
envy is a feeling very familiar to me. even with the people i love most, if they're more liked or better off than me in any regard, i might have moments of extreme hatred towards them. it always passes, but in the past i've acted on those feelings impulsively or in a moment of lapsed judgment..
all of that was to explain how i see his betrayal, basically. him reacting in shock when seras tells him she enjoyed his presence was def the "oh i fucked everything up" moment, and him continuing on regardless could've been apathy that i also tend to feel after I've also fucked up; i think he's mentally protecting himself against the trauma of losing basically all he had in the moment. also just. yk. he probably thought since he went this far he might as well. but 1. he still could've just stopped 2. shhhh
verse 4 is from the perspective of dark! walter,
Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy / I too have a destiny / This death will be art / The people will speak of this day from near and afar
This event will be history / And I'll be great too / I don't want what you have / I wanna be you
and the outro would be during walter's defeat, though that's usually when my daydream stops since the lyrics don't match up well enough ell oh ell
scapegoat - ghost and pals mostly for the chorus.
Now do you hate me? / Are you afraid of me? / Are you able to feel culpability? / Come forth and kill me / Bow down and worship me / Take your time, all we have is eternity
Now with a new start / Broken and torn apart / Nothing in me resembles a human heart / My name is unknown / Something I've never told / On my own, I declare / "I don't wanna go home"
i see this from the perspective of dark! walter, with some lines being both literal and metaphorical. i see "all we have is eternity" and "now with a new start" to be literal in the sense of his turning. "my name is unknown, something i've never told" is metaphorical, representing him lying about his true thoughts and feelings, maybe not even having a good idea himself. also a nod to lack of identity issues in bpd. "Nothing in me resembles a human heart" is both literal and metaphorical since he's no longer human, but he's also lost the ability to care for those around him now that his plan is already in motion.
appetite of a people pleaser - ghost and pals is pretty self-explanatory but I'll point out some lyrics i think fit well anyway,
Give me your dire expectations, and I’ll consume perfection
Now that I’ve become a full-course identity / Take a bite of me / I hope that I’ve become a favorable delicacy / That I’m worth something
I’ll eat ‘em all, the thoughts of anyone I’ll ever meet / Just to make them happy / Wondering why I’m a burden, or so it seems / Aren’t I everything?
These flavors of personality are / Hindering my likeability / My impulsive desire, my appetite has / Spoiled my urge to satisfy / Everyone will like me more without it
copycat - circusP hardly even counts here but i'll add it anyway. listening to this song gave me the headcanon that whenever he realized he subconsciously picked up a behavior or habit from alucard, seras or integra, he'd feel an intense guilt for it. thats also bpd related btw i used to do that and still do to a lesser extent
ok im bored that's it
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Shhhh...I'm sure it's still Sunday...somewhere.
Thank you and kudos in spirit to @ionlydrinkhotwater, @facewithoutheart, @otherworldsivelivedin, @cutestkilla, @foolofabookwyrm-activated, @artsyunderstudy, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @katmiscellanious, @hushed-chorus, @yeonjunenby, @confused-bi-queer, and @larkral. I'm spoiled for choice with all the incredible writing y'all are doing.
As always, I've got more time to write than to post on Tumblr, so I have plenty to share. Under the cut for length:
From: Gates of Ivory and Horn, my Snowflake Exchange fic (and the title will in no way alert my exchange partner, so I'm free to share it):
I must black out, because the next thing I know, I’m back in the white void, the waiting place. That’s what I’m starting to call it in my head. It seems fitting. I’m looking at the two innocent seeming gates again and all I can feel is revulsion. What I saw, what I felt, what I did in there...none of that was okay. Even if only half of it was true, I can’t accept it.
From Saving Simon Snow, a canon divergence fic:
When I see a very modern looking steel door, I come to a sudden stop and gape at it. This has to be related to the mystery I’m chasing. There’s no way this isn’t a new feature! And, sure enough, the last glowing paw print lights up in front of the door, glows brightly once, and then fades out before I can even step into it. I’ve reached my destination.
Simon Snow is here.
From my House AU, gift fic for @yellobb-old:
Fifteen was also the year when Simon’s ‘errands’ for Mage became more dangerous. The Mage knew some dicey customers and Simon frequently ran into trouble with the sorts of people Mage associated with. As I started seeing Snow get closer and closer to death with each close encounter, I grew frightened for him. This translated to me trying to convince him of the Mage’s ill intent, but I’d done my work too well. Simon wouldn’t believe a word I said.
Especially since I didn’t know how to talk to him with anything other than sarcasm and insults.
From The White Chapel, my Cotta 2023:
Fiona appears like magic on the balcony above. She despises whistling, which is why I was doing it. “Basil! Can that fucking noise before I can your arse!” she bellows.
I throw the knapsack over my shoulder and then look up and give her my cheesiest grin. “You know what, Fiona? You’re right. I’ve got no business being here. So I’m fired!”
Dev is staring at me like I’ve gone mad, which, fair. “Did…you just fire yourself?”
From: Playing with Fire, Treading Thin Ice:
Lady Ruth and Jamie are watching him with smiles on their faces, but I know they’re not seeing him the same way I am, given my thoughts of last night. He looks like the Chosen One. He looks glorious.
He’s my Chosen One, my subconscious supplies. It doesn’t matter what else he is. I choose him.
From Raising Dragons:
He nods against me, and then buries his face into my chest when the next contraction comes. The fates are merciful, this time, however, because the third egg crowns after only two more contractions. When I see it glisten between his thighs, I rub his belly harder, even pressing down a bit, as if I could give him some help by pushing from above. “You’ve got this, darling,” I murmur to his bronze curls. “You’re almost there. You’re doing wonderful, my love. I’m so in awe of you.”
I'm waving hello from the state where early December means temperatures in the seventies. I hope to hear from you all soon! @angelsfalling16, @annabellelux, @bazzybelle, @basiltonbutliketheherb, @bookish-bogwitch, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @dragoneggos, @erzbethluna, @fight-surrender, @fatalfangirl, @giishu, @ileadacharmedlife, @johnwgrey, @jbrrring, @krisrix, @letraspal, @moodandmist, @mostlymaudlin, @nightimedreamersghost, @onepintobean, @prettylightsbigcity, @raenestee, @tea-brigade, @unfiltered-alice-liddle, @whogaveyoupermission, @whatevertheweather, and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe
#mpreg#dragon babies#xanadu au#cotta 2023?#House AU#Carry on reverse bang#Snowflake exchange#Canon divergence AU#six sentence sunday#co/ws/awtwb
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Piston Hondo:
- The younger of two brothers, Hondo and his older brother, Aoi, were raised by their grandparents as their parents were very young when they had them. (18 and 19 when they had Aoi and 20 and 21 when they had Hondo.)
- While Hondo is his real last name, his first name is Takeshi. However, only his family and a few very close friends can call him by Takeshi, everyone else calls him by his last name.
- His headband is very precious to him. It's the only gift he received from his parents before they tragically passed in a car accident. He wears it with pride and NOBODY is to ever touch it.
- He's not one for physical affection, he finds it a bit overwhelming most of the time. He prefers a simple compliment or a respectful nod over a high five or a hug.
- He and his brother are like chalk and cheese but they get along very well. Aoi works as a voice actor for several popular animes and cartoons, which Hondo absolutely adores. They make frequent video calls but rarely get to meet up in person due to their busy schedules.
- Hardly a surprise but he's a big anime and manga nerd. He's a bit shy about opening up about his interests but, once he does, he could go on for hours on end. His first anime he ever watched was Sailor Moon.
- He adores cooking for both his friends and his family. He'll spend hours perfecting recipes and always has enough for everyone to try. When he retires from boxing, he plans on possibly opening up his own restaurant.
- He's prone to motor tics when he's anxious or overwhelmed. These include involuntary neck twitches, nose scrunches, random winking and eyebrow raising. He got bullied for it back in high school but he's made peace with it now.
- He's a lover of nature and has multiple parks and zen gardens he loves to visit on his days off. He particularly likes Sakura trees as it reminds him of the giant one growing outside his grandparents' house.
Bear Hugger:
- Oldest out of two siblings, he grew up in a small cabin in the woods with his adoptive father and, later on, his twin sister, Courtney.
- He was abandoned as a baby in the woods, presumably left to die by his birth mother, but was very fortunate that a mama bear took him into her care alongside her cub. She would eventually bring the baby to a caring lumberjack who adopted him as his son. His sister was found a few days later, also left in the woods and found by Ms Bear.
- He's been an animal lover since he was only 8 years old. He and his sister would always get really excited when their dad brought a rescue back to the cabin to care for. He'd also go to visit Ms Bear and her cub every single day until the sweet old bear eventually passed due to old age. He's since befriended her cub, who he has named Maple, and a feisty little squirrel named Chip (stolen from @sukipershipper shhhh XD)
- He's a big friendly papa bear to all. Always has a jolly grin on his face and is rarely seen in a bad mood. That is... unless you wake him from a nap. He loves his sleep and isn't too pleased when someone disturbs him while he's napping.
- Used to have an impressive head of hair but it unfortunately began falling out due to having such a packed schedule. With a slight heavy heart, he decided to shave it all off. It worked out ok though because he ended up liking his new look! Also donated his hair to make wigs for cancer patients cause he's nice like that :3.
- He absolutely LOVES cooking for people. He has next to no portion control and will make sure nobody stays hungry under his watch. Haven't had a meal today? He'll hook you up with something no problem!
- When he reties, he plans on either becoming a vet or owning his own animal rescue centre. He's currently studying at vet school and he's enjoying every moment.
- The best hugger out of all the boxers. You need a hug? Had a bad day? Just go running to him and he'll be waiting there with open arms :)
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