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playboysaleen · 1 year

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The Plague of Hope. (Avatrice x reader)

Summary: After the release of the angel Adriel, what happens when the Halo's Bearer is given a little help from the man above?

Story takes place during Season 2.

WARNINGS- Blood, fighting, death, you know the deal anything WN got; this got.

<3- Somewhat a slow burner but it will be worth it. the reader is GN but is giving masc vibes. if you not feeling that go ahead and imagine what you like!

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The rubble beneath your feet seemed to annoy you more than the lecture you are getting from the airpod in your left ear. Groaning, you stopped at the small coffee shop that sat a couple people engaging in a heated conversation.

“Out of all places, why couldn’t your dad send me to like Miami or that one place with the beautiful women…uh-”

“Oh hush your nonsense and continue your chore and it's California.” The frustrated sigh fell from his lips after a small laugh was made out of yours.

“Don’t be such a grumpy old man, I'll get you a nice coffee.” you sent a smile towards the barista once you made your way to the register.

“Gabriel schickt seine Liebe durch den einen.'' (Gabriel sends his love through the one.) The barista sent a smile placing two cups in front of you pouring the unknown substance. Ignoring the ranting of the old head on the phone, the woman sprinkled white powder in one cup then placed the tops pushing them towards you. Nodding your head, you made your way out of the coffee shop and back on your way to the safe house.

“Argh shit! I broke it!” the old man grumbled over the phone for the millionth time, “i already told you to leave that VCR alone,” you scolded, yet a crash was heard and more grumbling.

“So short-tempered.'' you turned the corner of an unknown street taking in the wonderful scenery, Switzerland is one beautiful place. The quiet yet welcoming sounds played around the street as each store held many people enjoying their time. An uncomfortable feeling filled your body as your hands seemed to go numb dropping the hot coffee onto the ground. Grunting softly, you stumbled back into an alleyway that seemed empty trying your best to control the familiar feeling in your chest.

“Hey boss, it's happening again.” you managed to slip out as your back rammed into the wall sliding onto your bottom. Ruffling was heard on the other line when the man spoke but everything around you sounded muffled.

“I’m just gonna…rest a bit.” closing your eyes which was something you wish you hadn’t done. Various visions flashed through your head yet one stood out,

“I will be the last warrior nun.”

A short girl stood in your vision in the arms of a nun catching her breath, behind her stood a huge cube of concrete.

“You're okay, you did it.” the nun spoke, placing her hands on the sides of the smaller girl's face.

“Thank you Bea.” an orange hue covered most of the vision yet focusing onto the item that was glowing, your eyes flew open as a yelp fell from your mouth.

“You damn fairy, talk to me!” the man grumbled over the phone, worry laced in his voice.

“I found her.”

“Who? Use your words.” you rolled your eyes gripping the small satchel that hung over your chest. Finally passing, you huffed looking around to make sure no one noticed the (in their eyes; a drunk) episode.

“The warrior nun.”

Silence from the old man on the phone which sent a scoff from you, “oh you don’t want to talk now pretty boy.”

“It's hilarious how he sends you help but when I need money for a new shipment of divinum he wants to go ghost.” you rolled your eyes watching a small faded arrow appear on the street in front of you.

“Well he’s helping me now.” you mumbled following the arrow down the street. Once again hearing the man lecture you on staying prepared and to give thanks to-

“Yeah yeah- give thanks to your father and embrace the strength.” he hummed over the phone. The arrow stopped as a small bar came into your view. Curiosity played in your mind when the lights were off and the bar was empty. You walked to the front door, eyeing the lock, sending a swift kick towards the door. A loud click was heard from the other side.

“Can you be any more quiet?” ignoring the man once more, you continued your walk in the bar hearing small chattering from around you.

“They were here.” you said looking around at the voices trying your best to find the ones in your vision. One caught your eye once you made your way towards the bar. Giggling from the girl that fell into the nuns arms was heard. A small smile planet on your face yet was wiped off when a loud alarm went off a couple feet from where you stood. A bright gold hue flashed in your eyes and above your head as you shot a ball of light towards the noise. Breathing heavily, you watched the small disaster you created when a small laugh was heard from the airpod in your ear.

“At least your reflexes have improved, the training is helping.” you answered in a grunt, making your way out the bar. The arrows appeared once more on the street that you jogged after,

“Following the arrows.” you followed the signs till you reached an abandoned building. Furrowing your eyebrows, you crouched your way to the front doors of the now visible barn. Grunts were heard from the inside yet were cut short when a hand gripped your shirt dragging you inside.

“Hey, that's not nice!” you innocently yelled as your hands flew to the unknown that held onto you.

“Don’t get compromised. Be careful child. Rowin 'out.`` The call ended once you were tossed onto the dusty concrete floor. Groaning, you looked up eyeing everyone in the room and you counted nine people around the barn and one hostage tied from the ceiling.

“Who do you work for?” the man that stood in front of the hostage earlier yelled into your face, scrunching up your nose glancing at the people around you,

“I heard someone scream and I wanted to make sure they were okay.” rubbing your elbow from the fall, a voice caught your attention.

“Are you one of Adriel's first born?” Finally locking eyes with the voice, your breath had stopped midway feeling the vibrations around your head.

“Hell no,” a grunt flew out your mouth when a shock hit your side. Damn gift, everyone is so sensitive you thought regretting the profanity.

“How did you know who Adriels first born is then?” another voice was heard in the far corner of the barn, looking at the woman with your eyes widened, it's the girl from your vision.

“Bea.”

“How do you know her name?” the smaller girl asked, you ignored her question, eyes still locked on the surprised nun. A punch was sent towards your jaw which led you to kiss the ground. You groaned quietly, turning your head to meet the Warrior Nun’s eyes.

“Good one, but unfortunately I can't tell you that in public, sweetheart.” and a kick was sent to your side which caused you to go into attack mode. Jumping up to meet a boy's challenging eyes yet you stopped when you felt the vibration in your ear, turning to see the hostage smile evilly your way.

“Adriel is going to be happy when he sees you both together. Warrior-” Bea threw a punch towards his throat shutting him up instantly. Everyone eyed the undercover nun which she only shrugged in return.

“Who are you?” the short woman asked, just as you opened your mouth the hostage broke free running towards Bea. you crouched getting into a fighting position only to have Bea thrown your way sending you both to the ground. Eyeing the nun as she laid unconscious on top of you. Wow you thought, she is really pretty.

“Sorry princess, but i would like to get to know you better before we lead to this.” you pushed her off you hopping onto your feet witnessing the hostage and the warrior nun going back and forth. Walking towards the interaction the boy from earlier sends a blow to your side, dropping to your knees a wheeze flew out your mouth.

“Stay down.” he growled, squinting at the blue hue through his shirt, you mentally cursed at the new found power of the boy.

“That is not in my vocabulary kid.” you grumbled, leaning down powering up you threw an uppercut sending him about 10 feet from your position. Standing and dusting off the dirt from your black jeans a girl that you guessed was one of the people that were against the first borns charged your way. Huffing dramatically, you tilted your head awaiting the attack when you sent a fist into her chest knocking her into the ground.

“Whose side are you guys on?” finally walking to the small woman that was on top of the hostage, you stopped and watched the sight before you. Red smoke appeared from the middle aged man; a demon you whispered. You haven't seen one of those since- the demon made its way to the unconscious nun, panic rushed through you and the warrior. You sprinted towards the demon gripping the scroll from your pocket as the gold light shined around you.

“NO!” screamed the girl when a force pushed you midair into the stacks of hay. A wail flew from your mouth when a pitchfork pierced your shoulder. A hundred thoughts ran through your head. "How am I going to get this out? Is she dating Bea? Why does this bloody hurt? Is that boy going to be a threat?"

Shuffling was heard in front of you, grumbling, you stood up breaking the handle off the pitch fork walking slowly to the girl holding Bea. Locking eyes with the two, you walked out the barn reaching into your pocket fumbling to dial Rowin. After a few rings he answers,

“So um, I have been compromised and I found her.” you quickly said, limping into a dark alley.

“Okay shit. Are you crying? Why are you crying?” groaning loudly at the mans worried rambling, you leaned against the wall looking for a better place to hide.

“The warrior nun got better at her craft. She literally rag dolled me and now I have a literal pitchfork in my shoulder- oh my- i can't feel my arm.” panic rushed through your veins huffing at the pain once more. Two silhouettes appeared in your line of vision,

“Take it out.” Rowin spoke, you scoffed , grabbing the end yelping at the pain shaking your head.

“No, this shit hurts-” groaning once more at a zap against your back,

“Take. it. Out.” he demanded, you shook my head feeling a vibration ahead of you. Quickly tapping the airpod you looked up to see the smaller girl standing in front of you with a smirk on her face.

“I am beyond surprised you’re not dead. Are you sure you're not one of-” you quickly cut her off with a pained laugh.

“One of his kids? No, I already told you. I need to get this out so I can heal. You don’t understand it is stopping me from-” Bea wrapped her hands around the object yanking it out from your back. Gasping, your legs gave in falling into the warriors arms. Your flesh began to mend back together, sighing as you leaned your head down to meet the warrior's eyes. Looking between her brown eyes a spark flashed in yours. Visions of her in a bed laying utterly still. Her running around the beach. Her in the arms of the other Nun. her kissing a boy whose face you could not see. Finally pulling away from her gaze, you cleared your throat taking a few steps back.

“Now we’re talking.” you laughed out feeling your energy build up. The other nun approached you yet you took a few steps back,

“Woah there sister, before you go and try to put me in a headlock which I might enjoy, can you please let me explain my part here?” she stopped her movements dropping her shoulders. You sent a quiet thank you lending out your hand to the warrior.

“But we have to get out of here. I have a safe house that we can hide at once they find out I am with you. Not only are they coming after me…they are going after you both. Warrior nuns or not.” the warrior looked at the sister giving her a look which the sister groaned looking my way.

“Then we must hurry.” Beatrice spoke, you nodded towards the pair making your way down the street. The two whispered between each other following you into an abandoned chapel. You looked back making sure no one noticed your entry, starting your walk into the entrance you walked towards the statue.

“We’re trying to hide and you want to pray?” the warrior spat, you rolled your eyes grabbing the wall in front of you climbing till you were face to face with the statue. Tapping the center a small door opened a couple feet from the pair. Hopping down, sending a sarcastic smile to the small girl.

“Prayers were answered sweetheart.” scrunching her face, Beatrice's lips twitch into a small smile following you inside. Seeing a very long hallway a groan was sent out your mouth. Meeting with the huge door you banged your fist twice awaiting an answer.

“Fairy?” Rowin asked from the other side, a snort was heard behind you which you ignored answering a quiet ‘yes’. The door opened to see Rowin.

“Oh and you brought a guest, could have warned me ahead of time so I can clean up your mess kid.” He spoke as you grunted walking towards the small cot that held multiple books and a guitar. Grabbing the small book, you tossed it onto the table that Rowin stood next to.

“Welcome Sister. Warrior nun.” Rowin greeted extending his arm towards the table where they took a seat. Rowin looked your way, you met his eyes confused on his nice hospitality. Soon a book flew your way which you quickly dodged.

“Please excuse my mentee, they have never seen two wonderful women before. Only in their visions.” Rowin spoke, the tint in your cheeks didn’t go unnoticed when you sent a glare his way. He waved you over, extending his hand again.

“I am Rowin, a mentor for (Y/n) here. The child of the savior.”

“Hold on, did you say the child of the savior. Savior as in Adriel?” Rowin shook his head snorting at the name. You wandered off a couple feet away from the three looking into the forge to see a dull sword with foregin writing carved into the blade.

“Oh god no, a couple months ago I got word that the warrior nun was having a run around with the discovering of Adriel. I was told that I was going to have to take someone under my wing, whom I thought was you but I was all the way off. A few days later I was given an address where I found them.``He pointed your way yet coughed grabbing your attention. You looked up sending a thumbs up going back to gawking over the blade.

“So what does taking in a stray have to do with my question?” the warrior spoke, a pang hit your chest at her words yet were quickly pushed aside when you grabbed the handle of the sword. A gold hue lit around you, catching the attention in the room. Chuckling, you swiftly swung the sword around as satisfaction danced through you. Looking up to the three, you smiled softly letting the crown above your head appear.

“I am the child of Gabriel.”

The sister gasped, placing a hand over her mouth. Shock and confusion painted the Warriors face as her eyes stayed glued to the crown over your head.

“As I was saying, I found them several days later in the middle of an alley. Lost and confused. I brought them in, trained and taught them what they needed to know and well…here we are.” Rowin finished taking a step to the side letting you stand next to him. You grabbed the scroll out of your pocket and the book on the table, handing it to the nun.

“The dreams started a few days after this old man took me in. I saw the same face every time I closed my eyes.” you spoke, the nun opened the book to see sketches of the girl next to her and a few of her as well. Her fingers ran over a small drawing of the girl they both knew too well.

“Mary.”

Both heads snapped to your voice. You sent a small smile letting the memory of the interaction play in your head.

“I had a life before all of this, but long story short- I was on the verge of dying and your sister Mary saved me.” you pointed at the sketches that now laid on the table.

“The day Mary left, I was finally gathering myself together when I wake up in an alley where Rowin found me. I was given a gift by a man in the sky to defeat the angel Adriel side by side with the Warrior nun.” you opened the scroll to see a detailed drawing of the warrior nun with the name ‘Ava’ and foregin writing around her.

“This is now my destiny and there is no running from it.” you felt the crown on your head glow as the words fell from your mouth. You tapped the scroll watching the foregin letters light up and change into english writing.

“The death of Adriel will free you from your sins.” the sister nun read aloud as you nodded in return. Ava grabbed the scroll looking over the writings as you continued.

“I am the child of Gabriel and I am here to help you save the world from the fallen angel.” and with that you bow your head.

“It is nice to finally meet you both. Sister Beatrice and Ava the Warrior Nun.” Ava sent out a laugh shaking her head. Beatrice looked between Ava and you letting everything sink in.

“You gotta be kidding right? First Adriel escaping and now another warrior?” you huffed at the girl's response to the entire talk you literally prepped for this moment.

“Oh I'm sorry, did you expect Jesus himself to be your sidekick?” you leaned over the table snatching the scroll from Ava’s grasp. Placing it into your pocket, Rowin grabbed his laptop from the corner sliding it to Beatrice.

“I was given this message two nights ago from Mother superior to train the three of you for what will come in a couple days.” The man started, Beatrice looked between Rowin and Ava trying to piece together what you quickly answered.

“I saw Adriel making an appearance a couple days from now.” Beatrice nodded her head reading over the encrypted message that only she could read along with Rowin. She leaned back looking between the three in the room. Sighing lightly, she sent a nod towards Rowin which Ava groaned loudly. Rowins phone rang drowning out Avas' rant on how this is a ‘ridiculous’ way to go and that the two should help the boy with the original plan. You glanced at the two then Rowin who you knew was talking to your protector, your feet decided to go on auto-pilot taking you to the door next to your bed. You walked out to the balcony grabbing the older guitar, setting it on your lap playing a few cords. A few minutes later, a shadow made its way next to you leaning over the rail you sat on.

“Ava is very stubborn at times, have some patience. She will come around” Beatrice spoke, watching the stars in the sky. You nodded and continued your play with the strings on the instrument.

“I didn’t ask for this and neither did she, but billions of lives are at stake and I can't lose anyone close to me again.” you mumbled fixing the string, placing your fingers in a certain fret playing a song you’ve learned over the last couple months.

“I believed there would be hope now that you are here, more than what I believed with Ava by my side.” Beatrice spoke, a scoff flew out your mouth finally looking at her. You kept your eyes locked until Ava walked out to see you on the rail.

“So if we are alike, I can push you off the rail and you’ll survive, right?” Ava spoke, you rolled your eyes continuing your song on the guitar.

“Ava.” Beatrice warned, she looked at the sister huffing sitting on the rail next to you.

“We’ll start training in the morning. 7am sharp.” Ava spoke aloud. You nodded strumming the guitar which Ava glanced at the way you played.

“Didn’t take you for a country type.” you snorted at her remark, you looked back to her shaking your head.

“Not at all, Rowin assumed I was into country things since I was born and raised in North America.” Ava was the one to snort back playfully shoving her shoulder against yours.

“Let me guess, Texas?” you laughed nodding your head humming the melody.

“You sure you’re gabriels kid and not one of those kids from the choir club?” you kept your eyes on the strings smiling softly-

“Are you sure you are the warrior nun and not one of those kids who ride the short bus?” Bea coughed lightly to hide the laugh she slipped which Ava scoffed as her eyes shined with amusement.

“I think if we keep this up we will be friends in no time.” your smile dropped at the label letting your protector and mentors words play in your head.

“The world is at stake, maybe once we save it we can focus on being friends.” you spoke quietly hopping off the rail placing the guitar on its stand taking one last look at the two girls. “I’d hate to make you my friends and then have to lose you in the process of this chaos.”

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annesthaeticc · 2 years

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505 | Sherlock x Fem!Reader

| a song fic; 505 by Arctic Monkeys (listen to the song here)

| angst, implied smut, fluff

| 2323 words

| set on The Empty Hearse. Sherlock finally comes back to the land of the living. Is it truly possible that after two years, he'll be welcomed back?

NOTE: this is my first time to write a character/reader pairing, and my first time here on tumblr. any suggestion/support would be truly welcome! hope you enjoy reading this story! <3

I’m going back to five-oh-five. If it’s a seven-hour flight or a forty-five-minute drive.

Sherlock’s eyes adjusted through the light that flooded the quiet plane cabin. The bright yellows and whites hurt his eyes, his pale blue eyes that were so recently used to squinting through the dark during his stint abroad. He quietly groaned and shifted uncomfortably in his seat before opting to open the curtain that covered the window. There he saw the little lights below the airplane. Reds, yellows, and whites, some were blue, some were green. Wisps of clouds pass through. He watched the sight through the window silently while his brain rebooted from his uneasy sleep.

Two years. He was gone for two years. And it suddenly struck him like a lightning bolt. He had fallen and risen, like some modern messiah. He smirked at himself at the thought. He was Sherlock Holmes after all. He was known to be indestructible. But his fall, his demise, his cruel fate hurt the ones he left behind. The ones he vowed to protect no matter what the cost, in this case, two years of playing dead.

Now he cannot help but wonder, will he be welcomed back like a hero? A savior of some sort? No, he grumbled to himself. What he truly wants is to come back to 221B, be himself again, the only one consulting detective, to solve countless cases with John, and to be with you.

In my imagination you’re waiting lying on your side. With your hands between your thighs.

For a moment, Sherlock let himself become sentimental. If he was going to be honest, he missed you. So damn much. Every day in those two years, you occupied a small part of his mind, and his heart. You were always there. If he was going to be honest, your image wasn’t a distraction, but rather an inspiration. The image of you sleepily smiling up at him in the morning urged him to open his eyes at dawn and get up, no matter how in need he is of sleep. The image of you quietly sitting next to him reading a book, eyes burrowed in focus pushed him to strategize and make plans more efficiently. The image of you: eyes rolling back, lips swollen and slack and sighing in pleasure teased him, yes, but it greatly helped him to avoid any injury and fatality. He fought his enemies with such passion and strength, just like when the two of you were embraced in that passionate bubble, fighting for release. Soon, Sherlock was thinking of ways to properly surprise you with his return.

Oh when you look at me like that my darling, what did you expect? I’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck, or I did last time I checked.

How he greatly missed you. He missed everything about you. Especially your eyes. Your emerald greens staring intensely at his ocean blues whenever you were having a row over the toxic materials stored in the fridge. Your hands that were delicate and warm, the lingering touch of your hands left its mark on his hands, his arms, his neck, in fact, it left a burning trail all over his body. He craved for your touch. That touch that he’s known, memorized. He knew the places where you made your mark; on his shoulders and his arms were indentions of your nails as you scream in ecstasy, and on his neck where you not so delicately wrapped your fingers against his pulse but easing it with gentle kisses as you ride him to the brink of pleasure.

Sherlock hummed quietly to himself as he replayed the memories. He closed his eyes as he pressed play on the VCR that was stored in your room in his mind palace. He drifted away to sleep, knowing he had a few hours until touchdown.

Frightened by the bite, though it's no harsher than the bark. The middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start.

After a short meeting with Mycroft, he reacclimatized himself to London. His home. He breathed in its city smell, he felt the busy city thrum through his veins, he saw the sights that said, ‘this is London UK’, he was finally Sherlock Holmes again, back again in his home. Ready to meet his dearest best friend; the good doctor and his blogger John Watson, he stepped in the Landmark Hotel. Scratch ‘ready’, his nerves started to grate soon as he brushed past the diners of the restaurant. Soon enough, he came up with a bad surprise. Soon enough, John tackled him to the ground, beating the life out of him. A few more punches were thrown, and they were kicked out of two locations, Sherlock was sporting a bloody nose and a possible broken jaw. Boy, John can truly throw a punch, Sherlock thought to himself.

“You hurt her so much Sherlock. I just hope she’ll forgive you, cause I, your bloody best friend, find it very hard to do so.” John said to him, his voice breaking. John witnessed you spiral down after Sherlock’s ‘death’ and he helped you get through it. Sherlock gave him a small nod and finally they parted.

Smirking to himself, he walked the streets of London, wiping his nose every once in a while. So much for a perfect start of his return. Molly next, then Gerard, then Mrs. Hudson. Finally, you. Save the best for the last, some said.

I’m going back to five-oh-five. If it’s a seven-hour flight or a forty-five-minute drive.

The last three meetings were successful, he managed to avoid Mrs. Hudson’s frying pan and a concussion. Now, he was clean, free of any blood, his shirt new and his ruffled, he was finally ready to come back to you. He walked to your place and rode the elevator up to your floor. In his hand was a balled-up piece of paper that contains your flat information, and a small speech. He needn’t to have this, he could’ve memorized it in seconds, but he clutched it in his sweaty palms just to feel secure. He paused at your door; 505, it proudly beamed as the light reflected through the shiny metal. He drew in a breath, a steadying breath before all his functions seemed to panic. Before he knew it, he was pacing on the hallway, muttering to himself. His pacing stopped as he heard the sound of the door jiggling open. He stood there, frozen right at your door when you swung the door open. You were occupied with collecting your keys, but it dropped to the ground with a loud sound as your eyes finally landed to his.

Frozen in time, place, and in the moment, you regarded him with glassy eyes and trembling lips. You must be truly going insane at this point, the hallucinations of him stopped just recently, and now it seems, it feels you’re back at it. It’s a fucking joke, it feels like a stupid punchline, to see him standing right in front of you; dressed in his signature clothes, his expression mirroring yours and his hair ruffled just how you liked it and how he has grown to like it.

Finally gathered his courage, Sherlock cautiously stepped closer to you. You finally released the breath you were trying hard to hold in, and the tears freely flowed out of your eyes. He took another step and a loud crack resounded through the hallway. You slapped him. All the anger and pent-up emotions started to bubble inside you. Sherlock sniffed and looked down, and you notice he was on the verge of crying too. Now he was faced with two choices; to leave (again), or to stay and say whatever he was dying to say. He opted to stay. He sniffed again and hastily wiped away the tears that were threatening to spill. You watched him; your vision blurry because of your tears. He finally looked up at you, and the words fell out of his pretty cupid bow’s lips.

“I’m sorry.”

But I crumble completely when you cry. It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye.

Two words to make up for the last two years of his absence in your life. You were hurt, deeply hurt, and right now, you want nothing but to slam the door to his sorry face. But you were overcome with the overwhelming feeling of love. You love him so much it hurts to see him right now, alive and well, you love him so much to the point you want nothing but to embrace him and remind him that you are one of the constants in his life now; you will be always there to welcome him back.

You suddenly moved and wrapped your arms around him. Hugging him tightly, Sherlock feared the two of you might collapse in shortness of breath. But he reciprocated, he wanted nothing but to stay in your embrace, his head buried against your hair. And now, within the safety and warmth of his body, you retracted your hands, burying your face against them, crying.

He hates it when you cry. He secretly hates it when you get his shirt wet with tears, it just reminds him that he hurt you; hence the habit of burying your face in your hands whenever you cry. But this time, he removed your hands from your face. His crime, clear as day in front of him. He broke your heart and he admits it himself that he is guilty. He held your hands, before planting a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” he said and planted his forehead against yours, his curls tickling you. He knows this was your favorite romantic gesture. And it was painful to experience. You were still clueless if everything that was happening was even real.

“Please tell me I’m not going insane, please tell me you’re not a hallucination.” you cried.

“I’m not, I’m here. Here, give me your hand.” he said and you complied. He planted your hand on his chest, right where his heart was beating rapidly, he held it there. More tears escaped your eyes as you refused to look at him. But he tipped your chin upwards, your gazes finally met.

You can see him. You can hear him. You can smell him; his Tom Ford cologne and aftershave. You can feel him; hands wrapped around yours, heart beating hard against your hand.

“You’re real. You’re here.” you assured yourself.

“I am. I’m sorry, I really am. I know, those two words are not enough to apologize for my absence for the last two years. But do you remember my promise to you? I promised you I’ll always come back to you. I’ll always find you. Whenever and wherever you are. Because I simply refuse to lose you. This is me coming back to you, if only you’ll have me.” he said, wiping the tears that were flowing from your eyes.

“And I promised you, I’ll wait for you. I always will, Sherlock. You are the love of my life.” you said, cupping his cheek and caressing his face.

“And you are mine. Promise me you’ll let me make it up to you?” he asked and planted a kiss on your head.

“I promise.” you answered him with zero hesitations.

Sherlock leaned down and softly kissed you. Pouring out his love, his undying and passionate love for you that you so greatly missed when he was gone. The two of you broke apart, eyes glassy, hearts beating fast, pulses racing. Apologies and promises were made and sealed with a loving kiss, you turned and opened the door of your flat, flat number five-of-five, and led Sherlock inside, connecting your lips once more before locking the door.

I'm going back to five-oh-five. If it's a seven-hour flight or a forty-five-minute drive. In my imagination, you're waiting lying on your side. With your hands wrapped around mine and a smile.

You were surfacing from your sleep, humming in content as you felt his soft and gentle but calloused fingers trace your arm and your sides. Soon, his kisses followed. Forming a map on your bare back and shoulders. His lips made contact on your pulse point and you finally roused yourself from slumber. You turn to face him, his features soft against the blue light that was peeking through your bedroom window. The dawn was breaking, and so was his lips, breaking into a smile. You snuggled closer to him, trapping him to your body and he had no desire to refuse. Bare body against his, the desire to have him again was starting to stir, but both of you were tired as the two of you managed to tire each other just mere hours ago.

“What time is it?” you hummed against his chest.

“Five minutes past five in the morning.” he replied, his voice deep.

“Do you really have to leave?” you asked.

“I do. But I can always come back.” he said, carding his fingers through your hair.

“No, I’ll meet you there, back at home.” you quietly said, and planted a soft kiss on his chest. He shifted and propped himself above you, he was gazing at you like you were the only one that mattered.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck.

“Like what?” he said, tracing his hand down your arms, holding your hand and planting soft kiss on your knuckle.

“Like I’m the love of your life?” you raised your eyebrow at him and fought a smile.

“Because you are. You are the love of my life.” Sherlock said, planting his forehead against yours.

“And you are mine.” you answered him, the words pouring out of your lips to his.

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thosewickedlovelies · 3 years

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AND THEY WERE WALLMATES: Pasteles de Gloria (part 3)

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Rating: T for mature themes (mentions of sex and violence)

Summary: Javier thanks you...appropriately, this time. Connie and Javier have a chat <3

Tags: Mention of blood. Reader starts to have Thots (same, girl)

Word count: 3,740

A/N: So their POVs in this chapter overlap a little bit...sorry if that throws anyone off, I’m still getting used to writing reader insert fics. The dessert and the Spanish are explained at the end :) Enjoy!

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You hadn’t seen Javier in over a week. The first few days after that conversation had been a whirlwind of emotions- worry over whether you’d said the right things, hope that he might feel the same (plus fear that he wouldn’t), and eventually anger at his total lack of response. Until Connie told you that he and Steve had been sent on some mission.

“Nothing dangerous, but they’ll be gone for a few days. Javi must not have gotten the chance to say goodbye.” Uttered without a second’s hesitation, like it was unthinkable that Javier wouldn’t have explained himself to you if he could.

Maybe Connie knew something you didn’t.

So another several days had passed, with worry becoming the dominant theme; all your other initial feelings faded into the background as you wondered how ‘not dangerous’ DEA work could really be.

You’re settling in for another restless evening when there’s a rap on the door. Your nerves leap and jangle- you aren’t supposed to being seeing Connie again until tomorrow, so who…?

You peer through the cracked door before wrenching it open the rest of the way, your heart roaring in your ears. Javier Peña stands before you. He holds a bottle in one hand and a paper bag in the other, and looks uncharacteristically nervous. You forget you’re theoretically supposed to be upset with him as you stare at each other, wide-eyed.

He clears his throat. “Hey. Uh, sorry I disappeared on you. Boss sent me and Steve on a mission, I had to leave from work.” So Connie had been right on both accounts. He hadn’t had time to call you, and he would have if he could.

When you wait, he continues. “I thought, since I interrupted your evening the last time I was here, I could make it up to you.” He holds up the bottle, which you’re surprised to recall is indeed the same wine that you had opened the night he came to your place after reopening his wound.

You look at him in wonder, but he’s not finished. “Also, well...I can’t bake for shit, but I know somewhere that can. You ever had a pastel de gloria?” He lifts the paper bag, cracks a small, still-nervous grin.

“I haven’t,” you confirm, an answering smile growing on your face, touched by the sweetness of his gesture and the implications it holds.

“Well, you can try them tonight, because-” his confidence apparently bolstered by your response, he holds the bottle out to you, brow quirking in request. You take it, bemused at the prospect of there still being more to his plan, and he digs something out of his back pocket with an air of presentation. “-I found the sequel to a certain movie while at a market recently. I was going to bring it to Steve and Connie’s but...now seemed like a better time to watch it.”

You almost laugh out loud as you take in the cover of the tape in his hand. It’s the sequel to that movie night travesty, all right. That Javier would do all of this...you hardly know what to say.

You hope whatever expression is on your face is saying it for you, though, as you look up at him. “Thank you, Javier. This is...amazing.” And it is, much more so than would have been necessary to thank you for helping with his leg, or to make up for his unplanned disappearance after you turned down his proposition.

He chuckles, looking down in embarrassment. “You don’t actually have to watch this shit movie if you don’t want to. That part was just a joke.” You could swear he’s blushing, the faintest tinge of color in his cheeks beneath the white hallway lights. “But you should try these pastries, because they are something else.” He offers you the bag, his body shifting sideways slightly, as if he intends to hand off his gifts and then disappear. As if his wide, guileless, puppy dog eyes and the unconscious pout to his lips weren’t begging otherwise.

Well. “Of course I want to watch this shit movie, Javi. As long as you watch it with me.” You give him a teasing grin. “It was much more fun with a spoilsport.”

Relief spills over his features, washing the tension from his shoulders and the breath from his lungs. Turning away toward the kitchen, you miss the true extent of it, leaving the door open for him as you head back inside. “Bring those to the couch, I’ll get us some plates,” you call over your shoulder.

Javier follows more slowly, collecting himself. By the time you join him in the living room, carrying, plates, wine glasses, and napkins, he’s fiddling with your VCR. You pour the wine while he sets it up, although you find yourself distracted by the shifting valleys of muscle in his back beneath his tight-fitting shirt, the bottle in your hands suspended uselessly above a glass. You curse as you almost spill.

“Everything okay?” Javi joins you on the couch, a careful, hesitant distance away.

“Of course!” You’re quick to assure him. “Now, tell me about these pastries,” you urge, eyes sparkling. He unloads them onto a plate, stacking rounded pastries into a rough pyramid, each one golden brown, sprinkled with sugar, and the size of a small fist. His voice softens as he tells you about the bakery and the older woman who runs it, who insists everyone call her ‘abuela’, even grown men and gringos like him. How he discovered it entirely by accident one day, following his nose.

“The filling is usually pasta de guayaba- guava paste- but they can also have arequipe, or cheese, or all three. She gave me a some extras, so I’m not sure which ones are which here,” he says, suddenly brusque. He gestures for you to take one first, a look on his face you can’t quite identify.

You’re definitely at risk of drooling as you pick up a pastel, Javier watching you intently. Puff pastry flakes over your plate as you take a bite.

And close your eyes in relish. A trio of flavors oozes over your tongue, each complementing the other, all of them ensconced in a sheath of sugary, flakey pastry. The creamy, neutral tang of the cheese mellowing the tart-sweet burst of fruity guava, both flavors coated in the thick, sticky-sweet burnt sugar taste of dulce de leche.

Swallowing, your eyes pop wide to look at Javier again. It’s a near-physical reaction he has to your sudden attention, an almost-flinch away from it as he awaits your verdict.

“Javier.” Your voice is serious. With slow deliberance, you lean toward him intently, reaching out to rest your hand on his forearm. You let the anticipation s t r e t c h.

“You have got to tell me how to make these.”

The breath leaves him in a rush, a huff of relief and and laughter at your dramatics. He’s hyper-aware of your hand on his skin- the casual touch reverberates through him in a way he should probably be more concerned about. It’s the first time you’ve touched him for non-medical reasons, but it heals him all the same; he feels warm, something inside him yielding in your presence.

He clears his throat. “Like I said, I can’t bake for shit. But...I can ask the abuela.” His free hand rubs at his neck, slipping beneath the collar of his shirt. The movement draws your attention, and your gaze continues lower, to the two buttons he seems to perpetually leave undone. The smooth, flushed skin beneath. Was it warm in here?

You stand abruptly. “Is it warm in here? I’ll flip the fan on. You want to press play?” You throw him a quick smile as you cross the room to the wall switch. You flip off the overhead light while you’re there, leaving just the tall floor lamp casting a bright but cozy glow.

Javi obliges, the space dimming briefly as the opening sequence begins. You plop back down on the sofa, deliberately settling slightly closer to him- friends distance away. Handing him a wine glass, you raise yours expectantly. “¡Salud!” you beam.

Despite your cheer, you feel a trickle of nervous anticipation. What shape would your relationship take with only the two of you to guide it? You’d never been alone alone together for the express purpose of just hanging out.

Javier clinks his glass with yours. “Salud,” he murmurs, his eyes crinkling upward slightly.

You order yourself to stop getting in your head. Humming around a mouthful of plum-purple wine, you set down the glass in favor of your plate, loading it with several more pastels. Blissful satisfaction fills you as a second bite confirms their perfection, and you lick sugar off your lips with a happy sigh. Beside you, Javi’s empty fingers twitch. He takes a large gulp of wine.

The movie rapidly proves to be of the same ‘quality’ as its parent. Just as quickly, you realize you didn’t need to worry about getting on with Javier. You end up having great fun at the film’s expense, frequently pausing it so Javi can explain in more detail why this or that would never happen in real life. It’s fascinating hearing him speak with such confidence, observing the minute ripples of his face as it contorts in thought. Despite his superior knowledge, he’s never condescending toward you, listening patiently to your questions and trying to answer in ways you can relate to. He sneers freely at the characters onscreen though, and you can completely picture him sitting at a one of those government conference tables, telling some poor bastard how bad his ideas are with his trademark dismissive, deadpan attitude.

There are other fascinating things about him, too. Like the way his short shirtsleeves to stretch over his arm muscles, subtle but visible, highlighted by the room’s long shadows. Like the tempting cords of his neck when he tips his head back to drink. Like more of his self-conscious glances, when he bites into a pastel and crumbs and sugar cling to his mustache. He hurriedly swipes his palm down the hairs, but you’ve caught him from the corner of your eye. You press your lips together to smother a giggle, but when he glides his tongue over his lip to catch any stray bits, your smile fades as your stomach swoops. You can sense him regarding you again as you fix your gaze on the tv. You wish you knew what was going on in his head.

Too soon the movie ends. The credits roll, but Javier shows no signs of leaving, leisurely taking out a pack of cigarettes and tapping it against his hand. “Do you mind?” he checks.

You wrinkle your nose but allow it. “As long as you do it at the window.” You stand, leaving Javi still seated, and spread your arms in a stretch, attempting to blink away some of the sleepy wine haze. “Be right back,” you tell him, taking the opportunity for a bathroom break.

After, however, before crossing the kitchen to rejoin him, you pause on the threshold of the hall. Your head tilts as you run your gaze over his unguarded stature. Javier leans against the window’s edge, his head and torso turned to exhale smoke out into the night. It doesn’t all escape immediately, gray twisting in the air around his profile, and you lose yourself in the brooding picture he paints. He believes he’s alone, but doesn’t look like he’s enjoying a peaceful smoke break- more like he’s weighed down by his thoughts, his eyes sweeping over the street without taking it in. Doesn’t he have anyone to share his burdens with?

You shuffle your feet loudly before you turn the corner, revealing your presence so he can react accordingly. As you approach, he stubs out his cigarette on the narrow sill and turns to face you, his shoulders relaxing.

“I thought of something else about that last scene,” he greets, and you’re happy to let him go on about the film, savoring the rich timbre of his voice. You talk for a little while longer, lounging by the window. He asks you more about yourself now, and you haltingly tell him about your background, how you came to arrive in Columbia. He drinks in every word, and you get the feeling he’s storing this all away, ready to reference later. As if he intends for there to be a later.

Finally it comes up. Your last interaction. “Look, I’m sorry about last time,” Javier begins. “When I, you know-” he nods jerkily in lieu of saying “tried to seduce you” out loud. “I, uh. I don’t know what I was thinking.” His gaze drops the same way it did when he was withholding how he got the cut on his leg.

You thought you had understood some of his thought process, but maybe there was more to it. “I think you do,” you disagree wryly. One shoulder lifts in a shrug. “But it’s okay, Javier. I just...didn’t want you to sleep with me just because you felt like you owed me.”

It’s a struggle to hold his gaze, yours ranging over his face and chest, searching for a reaction to what you’ve left unspoken. That you may well want him to sleep with you, but only because he actually wants to, wants you, specifically. Javier is smart, and clearly experienced with women- there’s no way he’ll miss the implication.

The longer you hold his gaze, the more clearly you see his thoughts churning, turning over everything that’s occurred between you and what it might mean, with all the analytical precision his career requires. That’s who you’ve been seeing, you realize, every time his provocative persona misses its mark with you- Agent Peña, the man who puts up a shield of derisive disdain so no one gets too close, so no one wants to. Until someone comes along who says fuck that, for whatever reasons of their own- like Steve, who demanded that Javi let him in as much as he could stand to because they’re partners, damn it, for better or for worse. Like Connie, who informed him that your well-being is important to my husband’s, so by god, you’re going to let me care about you. Like you- his neighbor and wallmate who, despite being faced with Agent Peña's rakish side, could see that there was more under the surface than just blood oozing from a knife wound.

As if realizing the window this moment is giving you, Javier shakes himself free of it, pushing off the wall. “Well, I won’t keep you up any longer,” he says gruffly. “Thanks for...this.” He gestures to the coffee table behind the couch you’re leaning on, the silent tv static jittering on the wine and pastries.

You stand too, unhurried. “Thank you, Javier. For the company, as well,” you say with sincerity.

He nods, seeming torn, perpetually caught in some internal struggle around you. Finally, he says a single word in farewell, his voice a low caress: “Vecinita.”

He starts for the door without waiting for a reply. Blinking in surprise, you spin in place. “Buenas noches, Javi,” you call, hoping your understanding reaches him.

You think it does, because he pauses for a second with his hand on the doorknob; before, with a last glance, exiting, leaving the hope kindling in your chest as the only proof it really happened.

Javier has a hard time focusing at work the next day. He and Steve have a lot of paperwork to get through, mostly material from their recent mission, but every time he shifts in his shitty desk chair he remembers how comfortable your couch was. How at ease you seemed sitting next to him on it. How badly he wanted to reach out to you, see if you felt as soft as you looked in that setting.

“Fuck,” he swears. The paper in his hand is the same one he’s been staring at for the past ten minutes.

Huffing, he shoves his work aside, snatches up his jacket, and heads home early. But his apartment offers even fewer distractions, so with a growl of frustration, he downs a whiskey and stalks back to the door.

Only to be stopped in his tracks by Connie, standing on his stoop with a coffee pot in hand. She looks startled by his sudden appearance, her fist still raised to knock.

“Hi, Javi. I heard you get back a little while ago, and I haven’t seen you since you and Steve returned. I thought we could catch up.” She speaks tentatively, clearly wary of his black scowl and riled energy.

“Did she send you?” he asks, eyes narrowing, jutting his chin to indicate your door.

Connie frowns in confusion. “No, I won’t be seeing her for a a day or three. She’s got an intensive-care patient at the hospital who needs around-the-clock attention.” Her own eyes narrow. “Should she have sent me? Did you do something?”

“No,” Javier retorts curtly. “Just- didn’t know if this was brought on by some of your gossip, is all.” Resigned to his interrogation, he steps back, opening the door for her.

Connie continues to glare suspiciously as she passes, but heads into his kitchen nonetheless, getting out sugar and mugs in a familiar ritual. She knew better than to bother checking the fridge for milk.

Once seated in the dining room, however, she doesn’t pry any further about you, or what he may have done, only continuing a previous line of conversation from their last chat. It helps, but as she gets caught up telling some work story, Javier’s attention drifts again.

He inhales from the cigarette between his fingers, remembering the taste of the one last night, filtering through the flavors of cherry-dark wine and sugar-encrusted pastry. He had tried to keep some figurative distance between the two of you, but you didn’t seem to want it, closing the gaps with questions, always looking so damn interested when the answers pertained to him or his life. Were you that fascinated by all your ‘friends’?

Javi doesn’t notice that Connie is scrutinizing him again, just like he hadn’t noticed that she’s been silent for the past minute.

“What’s she doing up there?” Connie asks loudly.

Javier chokes mid-drag, and a wicked smirk overtakes her face.

“What,” he croaks, trying desperately not to look guilty.

“Your neighbor,” Connie clarifies. “That’s what you’re thinking about, right?” She looks far too smug with herself.

“Hah,” Javier scoffs, trying to ignore the shivery goosebumps at someone calling you ‘his’. Buying time, he takes another long drag, letting it numb the sting from his cough.

Sometimes he wondered why he let himself get sucked into these coffee chats. They so rarely seemed to go well for him.

“Come on, Javier,” Connie coaxes. “I know there’s something between you two. Do you wanna talk about it?” A genuine offer, not just merciless teasing. She’s managed to wipe most of the mirth from her face, leaving a sympathetic expression behind.

He rubs his thumb along his mustache as he sighs a long stream of smoke from the corner of his mouth. “I don’t know what’s between us,” he finally says. “I’m not- I don’t do relationships.”

He isn’t sure he remembers how to. Nothing about his life here is suited to them- it’s intense, harsh, dangerous. Not to mention his network of CIs, who he pays for sex as well as information.

“Why not?” Connie asks simply.

A glance at her face tells Javier that it’s a serious question. He snorts. Lounging back in his chair, he raises a contemptuous eyebrow at her. “You can’t honestly tell me the DEA lifestyle is helping your marriage.”

Her face tightens, and he feels a pang of guilt. But he resolutely pushes it away- Connie knows who he is, she asked for this conversation- “My marriage isn’t up for discussion here,” she says evenly. “And besides, don’t you think that’s something for her to decide? She knows what you do, she sees you almost every day. She told me she was helping you with something- do you think she’d let herself get close to you if she was scared of your ‘lifestyle’?”

He doesn’t let it show how deeply her word affects him; but like ink dropping into water, he feels a ripple of shock. The change of color as his thoughts cloud, churn with sudden optimism. Because Connie was right, you had helped him- with a fucking secret stab wound, for christ’s sake. You’d already seen the blood and the secrets, understood that his life came with risks- and helped him without further explanation.

Javier brings the cigarette to his lips again without tasting it, unseeing gaze fixed ahead. Possible though it is that you’re not put off by the danger which hounds him, it still doesn’t mean you want to be more than friends. That was what you’d said, right? ‘Friends are a thing people have.’

But there was also what you hadn’t said last night. That- as long as it was for reasons other than feeling like he owed you- he was allowed to want to sleep with you.

Suddenly he slumps forward onto his elbows, sighing. The wrinkles on his forehead ache as he smooths his thumb over them. “I don’t know how close she wants to get,” Javi mumbles. He might be experienced at sex with women, but forming conections based on what was beneath the skin...well, not only was he rusty, but it required a frankly terrifying amount of vulnerability that he wasn’t sure he was up for.

Connie softens. “Listen, Javi, I saw the way she was looking at you during movie night. She’s interested in you, no matter how much you think she does or doesn’t know. Just- see what happens, or…ask her.” With her last words she shrugs matter-of-factly, content to drop the subject now that she’s delivered her thoughts.

His lips twist, the only begrudging acknowledgement he gives as he reflects on this. He picks up his mug and swirls the dregs of the coffee his friend had poured for him- black, like he usually takes it. He takes a sip.

For the first time, he thinks it could use a little sugar.

A/N: Get it, because he needs some of READER’S sugar AYOOOO...I’ll leave now lmao.

Spanish note for the less linguistically inclined: ‘Vecinita’ is the word ‘Vecina’ (Neighbor) plus the suffix ‘-ita’, which is attached to words as a way of describing them as ‘small’. So literally translated it says ‘little (feminine) neighbor’, but! This suffix is also used to say things in an affectionate way, so you could put it on the end of someone’s name (ie Pedrito <3), or on the end of another noun to indicate a nickname. (Disclaimer, I only speak Italian, but it has this same concept, so I think I did it right. Someone pls tell me if I did not). It’s used very casually, so it’s not really as deep as it sounded in Reader and Javi’s moment, but it was deep for Javi okay!!!

The dessert this chapter is named after translates to ‘Gloria pastries’, which according to Google, is a popular Columbian pastry. I have not actually ever encountered one of these personally, but I’ve had all the ingredients individually, so I cannot imagine them not being DELICIOUS all together. Here is a recipe I fully intend to try (it uses mozzarella cheese, but other sources say you can use any plain/white/farmer’s cheese). Guava paste is a really yummy, thick puree (think jam, but thick enough to stay in slab form at room temp) of guava fruit (obvs), which I’ve used in recipes before! I found it in a regular Weis market in central Pennsylvania lmao so I would guess it to be a thing you can find across the US. Arequipe is just another name for dulce de leche. I gotta get me and my sweet tooth to Columbia!!

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#javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #narcos fic #narcos #javier peña #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #shoutout to my boss for getting sick so I could have the last two days off to finish this #(he's fine tho it's not covid)

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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 3 years

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Six Stranger Walk Into a Bar: Part 2 (Severen x Fem!Reader) fic

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Warnings: cursing, domestic flights, cheating mention

Word count: 3817

Here's part two! Hope you guys enjoy~

The six of you had climbed into your car. It was a station wagon, a 1984 Chevrolet Caprice. It was a gift from your parents, right when you'd graduated highschool. It could just barely fit the seven of you, and you had handed your keys over to Jesse, the now named father of the bunch, without much hesitation. You sat in the very back, pushing your back up against the side of your car and staring at the brunette in front of you. He did the same, so the two of you could face the other. You stared at his shirt and ran over the things that you knew.

They had killed everyone in the bar, except you. They had burned the bar down. You had helped them, no matter how reluctantly. They were heading to your trailer to lay low for the day, as the sun was due in only a couple of hours. Which you had been stupid enough to offer. And they weren't going to kill you. Yet. Why was still a mystery to you.

You had given Jesse directions, but all he really needed was the street name and the map out of your dashboard. He'd assured you he could figure out the rest. It took you a moment to realize that it might've been out of distrust.

Severen was staring at you. He had one leg brought to his chest, one arm using it to prop it up. His arm laid outstretched, hand jolting with each bump on the road. His legs were stretched out, mingling with yours. You met his eyes and stared defiantly back. His gaze was unwavering, a smile growing on his face with each second you stared. It took a few minutes, but, finally, you broke. You looked away, looking at the couple just in front of you. Mae had her head resting on Calebs shoulder, with his arm slung around her. Homer was sitting besides them, and you found that, besides the mean look he gave you, he was content to stare outside the window with his arms crossed. He was the closest to you, besides the man across from you. Diamondback had the map in her hands, and she was acting as navigator.

"You got a name?" Severen asked, and your eyes snapped back to him. He was sending you a small curl of his lips, one that hadn't decided on being a smile or a smirk just yet. You gave it to him, just as easily as you'd given Jesse your keys. If you wanted to stay alive, you figured cooperating was the only way to do that. He nodded, but you didn't think he'd be using it anytime soon. He had a variety of nicknames he preferred, but perhaps it was for the other members of his group. "I'm Severen." He said, and you almost hated his voice. You hated how he could make anything sound good, even his own name. If he had a hat, you'd imagine he'd tip it at you. He placed his hands on his stomach, interlacing his fingers as he lifted his brows and said, "So, live alone?" And you almost wished you could slip back into the silence.

"Yeah, I," But you paused, debating on what he actually needed to know. "I live alone, but my parents live in town." You said, and he hummed.

"Space from ma and pa?" He asked, and you could hear the same humor from before in his voice. Seemed like Severen just liked to be the tiniest bit of an asshole sometimes. But he also seemed to like you. At least, enough to keep you around. You just gave him a nod, deciding to save the details for yourself. It was Homer that turned around and cut in, asking,

"How old are you, anyway?" And you looked at the boy. He was chubby, and he couldn't be older than thirteen. But the way he talked? He talked as if he'd had a chip on his shoulder for at least ten years. You supplied your age, and he sneered. "Little young for you, Severen?" He said, and your brows furrowed. Severen didn't look much older than you. He couldn't have been older than twenty five. Maybe late twenties if he had good genetics. But, from the way Severen leaned forward and practically growled a,

"Shut up." You guessed that couldn't be true. You stared at him, confusion evident in your eyes. He stared at Homer for another second, but this? You didn't have to guess what was going on between the two. It was a clear silent look of telling Homer to keep his mouth shut, and Homer only signaled his surrender when he huffed and turned around in his seat.

You felt a dip in the road, and your eyes turned instinctively out the window. You were here. You were home. You'd never once dreaded it before. You told Jesse which house to park at, and he didn't have any trouble finding your usual spot. The tire tracks in the grass made it a little too easy. He turned your car off, and they all piled out. It was Caleb that opened the back for you and Severen, and you let Severen go first. He held out a hand to help you out, and you took it politely. He pulled you out of the trunk and placed a hand on your lower back to keep you steady. The contact had your stomach swimming, but you pushed those feelings away and walked forward. You didn't see Severens slightly dejected expression, but you heard him close the trunk of your car. Your fingers were nearly shaking as you climbed the steps and fished for your house keys, only to realize when Jesse passed them to you. You didn't see the look that Jesse and Diamondback shared, but you unlocked the door and thanked god that you'd forced yourself to clean your trailer to try to get yourself out of your depressive state. It hadn't worked, but it made you feel better about having company.

The left side of your trailer was your living room. It had a couch pressed up against the width of the wall, with a tv pressed against the opposite wall and tilted so the couch could see it. To your immediate right was the kitchen and kitchen table. It had a corner booth, one that allowed two people to sit together. Maybe three if you didn’t plan on opening the front door anytime soon. The kitchen was pressed against the opposite wall, and then there was a hallway. The hallway led to two bedrooms and a bathroom. To its credit, the toilet worked and the shower had hot water. The bedrooms? Besides the one that you had claimed for yourself, the second one was nearly untouched. You and your ex used it as extra storage, but you’d been hesitant to really let it overflow just in case you ever- You cut that thought off. Your future plans, at least the ones including your ex, no longer existed. So, it was nothing more than a guest bedroom. You pulled yourself out of the way, deciding to head for the kitchen so they could drop their things.

“Nice place.” Jesse commented, but you thought it was out of politeness more than anything. You pushed your hair behind your ears, and you quickly said,

“Thank you. Feel free to put your stuff anywhere. It’s not much, um-” But the brother, Caleb, gave you a friendly smile as he set his bag down on the floor, and said,

“Trust me, it’s better than most of what we see.” And you couldn’t help but take that as a compliment and return his smile. He seemed a little different than the others. Like he had a little less teeth. While Severen, no surprise, seemed to have as much teeth as an eager dog. You looked between them, quickly remembering that you had been forgetting your manners. You had missed just the tinge of jealousy in Severens eyes.

“There’s probably nothing on TV, but I have a VCR. The- The tapes are under the TV, and, um, help yourself to anything in the kitchen. The- The bathroom is right there, and there’s a guest bedroom. That’s your first right-” Your mouth was speeding off, trying to fill the uncomfortable silence. You opened the door to your fridge, pulling out a carton of orange juice and grabbing yourself a glass. Your nerves were wrecked as the events of the night slowly started to weigh on you. You drank the juice, trying to find something to ground yourself. It also provided you an excuse not to look at the six of them and a way to stop yourself from blabbing any more than you needed to. The tangy taste of citrus was better than the taste of the liquor you’d had at the bar, and you hoped it would sober you up completely.

It only took a few minutes for them to settle in your trailer. Jesse and Diamondback took the kitchen table, setting out their guns and filling them with bullets. You tried not to gulp at the sight. Caleb and Mae curled up on your couch while Homer sat on the floor, rummaging through your tapes before he finally popped something in the VCR. Severen hung around the kitchen, and it took you a moment to realize it was because he didn’t have anywhere to sit. You grabbed the fold out chair that was wedged in-between the counter and the fridge, and set it out for him as you mumbled an apology. He smiled at you, taking the chair so he could turn around and sit on it backwards. Severen offered a game of russian roulette, but you declined when he offered to deal you in. You quickly rinsed out your cup and set it in the dishwasher, pulling your hair all to one side of your neck as you run your fingers through it. If this was any one of the past few nights, you would’ve taken a spot on the couch, dug into a carton of ice-cream, and cried yourself to sleep. But you couldn’t do that with six witnesses. So, instead, you fixed yourself a sandwich, offered to make them something, and ate it as you watched them play cards. For a moment, you almost felt settled. Until you watched as Jesse suddenly grabbed Severen’s arm.

“Woah, woah, woah. You cheatin’, Severen?” And you watched as he reached into his sleeve to check if he was. Severen defended himself with a quick,

“I’m not cheatin’.” But there it was. A card that Severen had hid. They pulled their guns on eachother, laughing, and were quick to put them away as Jesse took Severens cards and put them at the bottom of the pile with a quick,

“Deal the cards.” It was a quick little thing, and it shouldn’t have mattered as much as it had. But, it struck you then, like how lightning strikes a tree. Severen was far too different than your ex. Far more handsome, mysterious, and light-hearted than he had ever been. But there was one thing they had in common. They were cheaters. Maybe that's just my type, you told yourself glumly. But, suddenly, your hunger had dissipated. You swallowed the seemingly too dry lump of bread, and wrapped up the sandwich to finish later. In your current circumstances, you couldn't afford to throw away leftovers. You closed the fridge, and Severen tossed a glance your way.

Ever since you'd entered the trailer, he'd been keeping his distance. Hell, the second he'd decided not to kill you he'd been keeping you at an arms length. Maybe it was to let you come to him. Or maybe it was so he could keep an eye on you. Either way, you hadn't talked much, and it was Jesse that tried to coax you over now,

"Y/n, would you keep an eye on him? Make sure he's playing fair?" But it didn't sound like much of a suggestion. Severen moved, flipping his chair so he could sit in it properly when you began to cross the short distance between you and the table. He had patted his lap, but, before he could wrap an arm around your waist or offer you a seat, there was a banging on the door. It made you jump, and Severen was up out of his seat in a second. He was closest to the door, and, out of instinct, you grabbed his arm. He reached down, one of his big hands swallowing yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze. You heard clicks of a gun, and saw that there was one in both Jesse, Severen, and Homers hands. Your head nearly swam, wondering how the hell you got in a situation where a kid carried a gun. Severens height dwarfed you, and he blocked the screened window so you couldn't even see the outline of who was outside. Then there was a slurred call of,

"Y/n! Let me in!" And your heart sank. It was your fucking ex. You hadn't seen him in nearly a week, ever since you'd found him in this very trailer with a girl on top- You shook your head, shaking away the image that burned the back of your mind. You'd kicked him out, but it seemed he'd come crawling back. "Please, I need to talk to you." He slurred, and you thought you could hear the sound of him swigging back whatever he had started drinking. It was Jesse that said,

"I thought you said you lived alone." And your eyes were worried, almost frightened even, when you looked at him. You whispered back,

"I-I do. It's my ex." You explained quickly, and Severen muttered something besides you. It might've been just your imagination, but you thought you saw a twinge of jealousy in his eyes. You gripped his hand tighter as your ex started belly-aching. Most of it was unintelligible, and you nearly wanted to cringe. Yeah, he was a great example of your taste in men. He had started going on and on about how he was sorry, and you nearly wanted to plug your ears. Scream until you couldn't hear him anymore. He was going on about how it was all a big mistake, but was it? Had it been? Wasn't the real mistake dating him in the first place? Your thoughts were quickly starting to spiral, and you tried to latch onto something else. So, you continued and said, "We broke up earlier in the week. I," You paused when you looked up at Severen, almost thinking that perhaps this wasn't something you should tell him just yet. So early in- whatever this was, you thought. But the way none of them tried to interrupt and how he continued to stare forced you to continue. "I caught him cheating." And, there, you watched as his blue eyes seemed to become two rings of fire. You'd never seen him angry, but you guessed that he was the type to have a quick temper. Or, at least, an expressive one.

"We have to get rid of him." Jesse said, but it was Caleb that added,

"Quietly. He's probably woken up half the trailer park by now." And you looked between the two. They seemed to be the most even tempered men of this family, but, neither of them had a clue as to how they would do that. You were about to offer that you could get rid of them when Severen cut you off.

"I've got just the brightest idea." And you watched as he shrugged off his leather jacket to lay on the table, threw his glasses on the table as well, and tucked his gun into the back of his pants. He pushed the chair out of the way, and headed straight for the door. Before he could open it, you quickly gestured for everyone else to head back towards the bedrooms. You watched as Severen straightened his hair, shook out his shoulders, and put on a smile while the five of them ducked back into the darkness of the hallway, guns drawn and eyes watching. You tucked yourself into the corner booth, so you'd be out of sight but could watch through a slit in the curtains. Severen unlocked and threw open the door, letting a cool,

"Evenin', friend." As he stared down into the surprised face of your ex. "I believe you have the wrong trailer." Severen continued when his mouth went slack with surprise. You watched as your ex looked over at the number, and then back at the brunette in your doorway. He rubbed his mouth, and then said,

"No, no. I'm looking," He paused to belch. "I'm looking for y/n. She's," He gestured to the number. "She's 24. She's my- She's my-" But he couldn't seem to get the words out. You looked over to see Severens smile falter. He was blocking the sight of you, but you could see him. It seemed as though your ex couldn't take a hint, but you decided to blame his drunken state. "Who are you?" Your ex thought to ask after a moment, nearly stumbling back as he looked him over. Severen leaned against the doorframe, putting a hand in his pocket.

"I'm the man that's been taking care of her the past few days." He said, an all too suggestive grin on his face. It was an easy lie, but it was one that hit the man opposite of Severen all at once. While he couldn't take a hint, it seemed that he could understand. "Severen." He added and held his hand out as if to shake, and you watched as your ex's face seemed to fill with anger. He pointed at the brunette, nearly grazing him with his finger as he said,

"Well, Severen, I wanna hear this from her." He said, and you barely whispered a curse. Of course he would, you thought. Severen shrugged, and then looked over at you.

"Darlin'?" He called, but it was only for effect. You stood up from the booth, taking the exit closest to the kitchen and then sided up behind him. Now, this wasn't your usual state of dress, and it could definitely pass as home clothes. Severen wrapped an arm around your waist when you came to the doorway, and you had to lean against him in order to be visible. Severen didn't seem to mind, and gave your waist a squeeze. You looked at the pitiful man you'd once called your boyfriend, and stared down at his shocked expression.

"Yeah?" You asked, and he gaped like a fish for a moment. He looked between the two of you, and then said,

"Who the hell is this asshole? You- You replaced me? In a week?" And he had the gall to sound hurt. It seemed the confrontation with a man he'd never seen before had done him some good and sobered him up some. You glared at him, and crossed your arms over your chest. Now, you didn't want to have an argument with him in front of Severens family, but you needed him to leave. And preferably not come back in the morning. You whispered his name with a shake of your head and then said,

"I believe he told you who he was," You said, and you didn't tilt your head away when Severen brushed a hand over your cheek. It seemed he enjoyed milking this for all it was worth, and you didn't catch the grin on his face as he leaned in to press a kiss to the side of your head. You sighed, closing your eyes for a moment as Severens hand moved up to rub your shoulder and his kisses traveled down the expanse of your neck. It was nothing more than a couple of pecks, and he only continued when you didn't shrug him off the first time. The affection felt nice, almost nice enough to forget what had happened not even an hour before. But, even if you were mad at him, you knew you were doing your ex a favor. Your eyes fluttered back open. "You should leave." You told him, and that seemed to sober him up completely. He opened his mouth and took a step forward, but Severens hand dropped and he was halfway out the door. A hand placed on your ex's chest. It made your ex stop, and, after a stare down with Severen, he pulled out of his grip and turned back to look at you to say,

"You can't kick me out. I'm the one that pays rent for this place." He said, and you clicked your jaw. You'd been so angry the week before that he hadn't even tried to argue with you when you threw him and all of his things out of the trailer. It seemed that after talking with his drinking buddies, or perhaps the waitress, that he had remembered that.

"With a job my daddy found you." You snapped back, and that made him shut his trap quick. You dug further, forgetting that the audience you had was more than the man besides you. "And I'm not the one that screwed around. Why don't you go shack up with her, or did she kick you out too?" You threw the words in his face, and he took a step back from the weight of them. From the look on his face, you guessed that you might be right. Drinking buddies it was then. "Go sleep at your friends house or try the sheriff's department. They take drunks in all the time." You said, and Severen was quick to step back so you could snap the door closed. You locked it once again, and, after a moment of staring blankly at your door, he yelled,

"Well, how you gonna pay rent, huh? It's up in a week!" And you could practically hear your blood boiling in your ears. You couldn't stop yourself from yelling back,

"I'm not! You can have the freaking trailer back then!" And then you turned on your heels. The five vampires stuck in the hallway each pressed themselves against the wall to let you stalk back towards your room, and the sound of you slamming your bedroom door was heard even by your ex outside. Before your ex could get the final word, a neighbor yelled,

"Boy, leave the girl alone." Letting him, and everyone inside your trailer, know that they hadn't been the only ones who'd heard your spat. Finally, your ex retreated. Severen shook his head and laughed, letting out a little hoot before he looked at his family and said,

"She's a firecracker, ain't she?"

#near dark #near dark 1987 #severen #severen near dark #near dark severen #severen x reader

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RONNIE??? WEEK???? BLESS YOU DEJA Anyways I’m thinkin’ Star Wars, so I would love to hear about surprising Ronnie with a cozy movie marathon at home after he’s had a difficult week at work. Much love to you xx

Hi E! Remember this?? Lmao I’m so sorry it took so long. But! I am way happier with this than the original version! So I hope you enjoy 😘

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CW: lovin Ronnie hours, sensual food because it’s lovin Ronnie hours, lil bit of dirty talk

It is finally Friday night and Ronnie is so glad for it. Another long week of long hours in the books. He had spent more time at the station than anywhere else. Had been looking at paperwork more than anything else. More than your pretty face, which he very much preferred. But now he’s driving home - home to you, his favorite person in the world. Man he can’t wait to see you. Can’t wait to kiss and hug you. He knows you’re waiting up for him, probably watching TV or reading a book. He wonders what’s for dinner. Did you cook? Maybe you made cookies. You usually did that for him on Fridays, always knowing that he could use the pick-me-up. He can’t help but smile at the thought while the oldies country station plays on the radio in the background.

When he pulls into the driveway, he lets out a big content sigh, so ready to get out of his uniform, change into comfy PJs, and not leave the house for a couple days. The jingle of his keys in the front door is a warm welcomed sound for both him and you. You instantly perk up, a giddy sort of anticipation bubbling in your chest. You’re always just as excited to see him in the evenings. People always joke that you two are like little puppies when you haven’t seen each other for a while. All over each other with happy faces and waggly butts.

Relief washes over Ronnie when he finally opens the door and sees you there, right where he thought you would be. And yes, the house is full of the smell of something freshly baked. You bounce to your feet to greet him, waggly butt and all.

“Hi Pumpkin. I missed you,” he says as he holds your face between his massive hands, squishing your cheeks a bit. He plants a gentle kiss to your waiting lips, only releasing you once he feels he’s had his fill for the time being.

“How was your day?” you ask. His expression drops slightly at the mention of work.

He responds with, “Fine.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

How were you always so sweet? Always so concerned about him? But he really just wanted to forget about his hell of a week.

“No. I don’t want to talk about work. I’d much rather talk about you,” he smirks as he moves in for another smooch. This time he deepens it, draws it out, letting his tongue explore your lips, your tongue, your teeth. He steps in closer to press his body to you. And you know where he’s going with this.

You wriggle your way out of his grasp, push him at arm's length, “Hold on there big boy. None of that yet.” His hazy lust filled gaze instantly turns to a pout. You giggle and tuck some loose hair behind one of his cute ears, “I have plans for you first. Why don’t you go take a shower? Then I’ll meet you back down here on the couch?” Part of him wants to grumble and protest, but he knows whatever you have in mind will be great. Any and everything he gets to do with you is great. So he sets his shoulders and makes his way upstairs to do what you requested. But before he gets too far, you grab his wrist and pull him back for another quick kiss and a dismissive pat on the ass.

With Ronnie out of site, you get to work turning the living room into a cozy oasis. You pull out extra blankets and pillows and pile them on the couch. From the kitchen, you bring cartons of veggie lo mein and bags of eggrolls, and a plate stacked high with Ronnie’s favorite chocolate chip cookies.

Then, the real surprise.

You lug out the relics of the past you’ve had stashed away for the last week, exactly for this occasion -- a very heavy VCR and a pristine 1997 Star Wars Original Trilogy Special Edition Box Set. You’re really glad you just happened to stop by that closing thrift store.

Once the VCR is successfully set up -- red plug, yellow plug, white plug, does the white plug even do anything? -- and whirs to life, you arrange the food and the tapes nice and pretty on the coffee table. Just in time for Ronnie to come lumbering back down the stairs, of course in his Star Wars pajama pants. A big goofy smile spreads across his face and his eyes absolutely light up at the sight.

“Pumpkin, what is all this?”

“I told you I had plans for you,” you say with a wink.

You pop in the first movie, then fall back into the mound of cushions and covers, patting the spot next to you. He feels like he can’t get to you fast enough, can’t pull you close enough. His mouth is already watering at the thought of the food in front of him - and you. But as hungry as he is, he can’t believe you found this set, and he says as much.

“Luck, I guess,” you shrug.

He wraps both arms around your middle, covers your face and neck in adoring little kisses. “Thank you, Pumpkin. I love it. I love you,” he murmurs into your skin.

You giggle and card your fingers through his hair, “I love you too, Ronnie. Now, are we actually going to watch these movies? Or did I just set up that stupid machine for nothing?”

With a laugh of his own, he pulls away from where he’s made a home in the crook of your neck, adjusting his glasses in the process, allowing you to press play on the remote.

You’re not even ten minutes into A New Hope when he starts getting all handsy. His fingers skim the flesh of your thigh, inching closer to the apex. His other hand gropes at handfuls of your ass. You try to focus on the TV, but out of the corner of your eye, you can see his cock already starting to fill out beneath the soft flannel.

You tsk at him, “Ronnie, you haven’t even touched your dinner yet.”

He gives you a cheeky grin, “I’m touching my dinner right now.”

But you just roll your eyes and reach for an eggroll. “Here,” you whisper as you hold it up to his mouth. “Eat.”

Raising an eyebrow at you, he wraps his plump lips around the roll, takes a bite, never breaking your gaze. He hums in appreciation as he chews, before swallowing and taking the eggroll from your hand. He returns the favor, letting you taste the cabbage and carrots inside. You moan around the veggies, purely for his benefit. His cock twitches in response as more blood rushes to it.

You think he’s going to continue feeding you the eggroll, but instead he sets it back on the table and goes for a box of lo mein. He pulls the flaps open and reaches in with his thumb, forefinger, and middle finger. He offers you a few noodles, which you slurp from his hand, making sure to linger on his fat fingers.

“Fuck,” he breathes as you look up at him through your lashes, tongue swirling around his digits, lips sucking off the sauce.

A hand of your own snakes up to palm at his now fully hard dick. He groans at the new touch added to the sensation of you dragging the flat of your tongue across his fingers one last time before pulling off.

You lick your lips and husk, “Do you want me to suck your cock, Ronnie?”

“Oh fuck. Yes please, Pumpkin,” he nods quickly.

“Okay,” you smirk as you lower yourself towards his lap. “But only if it’s not gonna distract you from the movie.”

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If There’s a Place I Could Be - Chapter Fifty

If There’s a Place I Could Be Tag

December 26th, 1991

Emile smiled, albeit a little sadly, when he saw his younger cousins playing with some of his toys that he had started to outgrow and lose interest in. “It was very generous of you to give them your toys, Emile,” his mother said.

“I figured they could get more use out of them than I could,” Emile said. “And I’m a little sad to give them away, but they’ll be enjoyed more by my cousins, anyway.”

His mother shook her head. “Still, most kids your age don’t share that easily. I’m proud of you.”

Emile ducked his head in mild embarrassment, but looked up at his mom after a moment and grinned. “Thanks, Mom.”

December 13th, 2001

It was Theo’s senior year, and as such, he had decided to invite everyone over to his and his friends’ house for a proper Christmas party the day that finals had ended. He was giving his e-mail out to anybody who would take it, saying that he wanted to keep in contact and he didn’t want to risk missing people over the course of the spring semester. Emile found it incredibly endearing, and Remy was just poking fun at Theo as he went around, passing out his e-mail and collecting the others’. Theo was laughing at it, though, so Emile suspected he didn’t mind.

“So, how did Thanksgiving go?” Clara asked, flopping down next to Emile on the couch. “You never actually told us what it was like, bringing your boyfriend back home to meet the family.”

“It was okay,” Emile said. “Remy and I were in the metaphorical closet around my grandfather, though. He doesn’t know and I don’t want him to know, not yet. I want to see if he can be more understanding before I drop that bombshell on him.”

Clara winced. “Ouch. He’s one of those ‘fire and brimstone’ types?”

“Not usually,” Emile said. “But on this particular topic...he just...doesn’t understand.”

Clara sighed, shaking her head. “Most people that old don’t. Which is sad, and discouraging.”

“Tell me about it,” Emile laughed hollowly. “One day, there will be people who understand of all ages, but so far, I have yet to meet someone who survived the eighties who’s that old, and therefore I haven’t met anyone in favor of the LGBT community that age, either.”

Clara leaned her head back into the couch. “How telling is it that we only ever expect other people in the community to understand?”

Emile blew out a breath. “I imagine more telling than we’d like,” he said, turning to look at Clara with a sad smile. “At least there are people in the community who understand, though.”

Clara nodded. “And most colleges are accepting in general, these days.”

Remy walked over with his arms crossed. “You two aren’t smiling,” he accused.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Rem, I wasn’t aware we had to smile all the time in order to please you,” Emile said with an eye-roll.

“Not what I meant,” Remy said. “You guys seem sad. What’s up?”

“My grandfather,” Emile sighed.

“Stressing over Christmas again?” Remy asked. “I thought we both had plans in place for if the cat got out of the bag.”

“We do. I’m stressing over the fact that we need those plans in the first place,” Emile said.

“Oh,” Remy said softly, sitting on Emile’s other side. “Yeah, that is a bit of a bummer.”

“No kidding?” Emile asked, looking over at Remy with a tired expression.

“Hey, it’ll be okay, mio amore,” Remy said, putting his hand on Emile’s shoulder.

“I know that,” Emile said, putting his hand over Remy’s. “It just hurts in the meantime.”

“Could be worse, you could have had my parents and your grandfather to contend with,” Remy laughed.

Emile considered that. The nosiness of Remy’s mother, mixed with the snide comments his grandfather made, that would not end well. “Someone would probably wind up dead,” Emile said.

Remy laughed. “Oh, yeah. And now, because I cut off my parents, we don’t have to bury any corpses.”

Emile snorted. “Some silver lining,” he said, running a hand down his face. “I don’t want to hide being with you, Remy. I’m super proud to call you my boyfriend. It sucks that we can’t tell anyone outside my parents because we can’t trust them to keep quiet over the course of Christmas.”

Remy took Emile’s hand and when Emile looked over to Remy, he was surprised to find Remy grinning like the cat who got the cream. “What?” Emile asked.

“I’ve never heard you say you’re proud to be with me, before,” Remy said. “And, like, I know that you love me, but the fact that you’re proud of that...I don’t know. It’s...nice.”

“And gay,” Clara piped up.

Emile and Remy laughed. “You better believe it, Clara!” Remy exclaimed. “I’m gay for this man and he’s gay for me back and the entire world deserves to know!”

“Okay, okay,” Emile said, holding up his free hand. “I’ll try to not be so down. I know it’s a time to celebrate, especially considering that most of us won’t be seeing each other for the better part of a month.”

“Yeah, c’mon, Emile, we have some last minute partying to do,” Remy teased.

Emile rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m not here for the partying so much as I’m here for conversation. I’m boring, I know, but I just like to talk with people.”

Remy rolled his eyes and pushed Emile to his feet. “Yeah? Well, Theo’s just about ready to break out the white elephant gifts, so you’d better grab something to drink now or risk losing a prime seat near the presents.”

“I’m not thirsty, though,” Emile said, frowning.

“But I know you, love, and you will be within the hour. Grab a bottle of water or something, I don’t care. But grab something so I don’t have to hear you complain,” Remy said with a smirk.

“Fine,” Emile said, and as soon as he moved Remy snatched up his spot next to Clara. “You’re a traitor, you realize,” he casually mentioned as he walked away.

“Hey, my lap can be a pretty cosy place to sit!” Remy called after him.

Emile flushed red in embarrassment and grabbed a bottle of water quickly, before electing to sit on the armrest of the couch Remy and Clara were now occupying, resolutely not looking Remy in the eyes. Theo came over with the stack of presents, and everyone sat in a circle as he set them up and grabbed a hat full of paper numbers. “Let’s get started, everyone,” Theo said. “Pick a paper, and get your order number!”

He went around the room and everyone grabbed a number, and he took the last slip remaining in the hat. “What’d you get?” Remy asked.

“Ten,” Emile said.

Remy laughed. “Lucky. I have three.”

Emile winced in sympathy. “Only two presents to steal,” he said. “You’d probably have better luck opening a present.”

“Yeah,” Remy sighed. “Ah, well. Such is the luck of the draw. And this could still be fun.”

“Yeah, if you got a super popular present you might wind up getting to steal later in the game,” Emile said.

The game started with a girl that Emile didn’t know the name of opening a present and laughing at what was inside. Apparently, it was a small statue of a literal white elephant.

Xavier went next, and he opted to open a present, which was a calendar filled with Garfield comics. “Oh, that’s a nice one,” Emile laughed.

“Garfield isn’t exactly the epitome of comics, but a calendar is nice,” Remy agreed. He hummed. “Eh, screw it, I’ll open one.”

He grabbed a tall, thin box and opened it, before laughing hysterically. He let the last of the wrapping paper fall and revealed a lava lamp. “What?! No way!” Theo exclaimed. “Who found a lava lamp for fifteen bucks?!”

“You’d be surprised,” another senior boy said with a smirk. “Thrift shops are wonderful places. Oh, and I tested it before I brought it, and it still works.”

Remy laughed. “Man, I always wanted one of these as a kid,” he said. “My parents never let me have one.”

The game continued, and a girl stole the white elephant statue, so the first girl stole Remy’s lava lamp, and Remy reluctantly opened another present. He sniffed a laugh at the tiny bottle which featured a tinier ship.

“Sick, man!” Theo exclaimed, immediately stealing it for his turn.

Remy stole back the lava lamp with a grin and the girl opened another present, a pack of number two pencils with a note that read: For next semester’s finals. Everyone groaned at the reminder, except for Remy, who giggled maniacally.

They continued the game until it was Emile’s turn, and he decided he wasn’t going to steal the lava lamp from Remy, much as he might like to. Remy had stolen it back every chance he got and everyone knew that he was not going home without it, so they backed off him. He instead picked up a lumpy present that everyone had been ignoring, and he opened it, laughing at the stuffed dog that was inside. “Aw, this is adorable!” he cooed.

Remy had a conflicted expression on his face as the game moved on to player number eleven. Emile quietly asked, “You okay?”

“That’s...” Remy swallowed. “That’s the exact style of stuffed animal that my stuffed dog Bones was,” he whispered.

“Oh,” Emile said, looking down at the dog in his hands with a new sort of respect.

Player number twelve stole the elephant, the Garfield comic calendar was stolen, and the next to last gift was opened: a book filled with random trivia facts that was calling itself The Ultimate Toilet Entertainer, for some reason Emile couldn’t fathom.

Finally, the first girl got her chance to steal something, and she grabbed the white elephant statue with a shrug. “I kinda like it, it’s cute,” she defended.

The person it was stolen from sighed. “Well, I don’t really like anything else here, so I guess I’m opening the last present.”

And when they did, they saw what Emile had brought to the white elephant, which was an old VCR tape that had to be from the early nineties, featuring Disney’s Beauty and the Beast. “Oh, that’s not bad, actually,” they said, and Emile grinned.

The party continued somewhat after that, but slowly people had to leave to get packed for the winter break. When Emile and Remy said goodbye to their friends and got to Emile’s car, Emile looked at the stuffed dog he was still holding, spying some initials on the tag. Some very familiar initials. “Hey, Rem,” he said.

“Yeah?” Remy asked.

“Do you know what happened? After Toby rescued Bones from your parents?” Emile asked.

“He let me play with Bones in his room for a while, but eventually either our parents found out or a family friend’s kid found him, because he disappeared and neither Toby nor I could find him,” Remy sighed. “Why?”

“Well, this dog has a little tag on it,” Emile said, inspecting it closely. “And it has initials on it.”

“My parents would label toys sometimes once I was around to make it clear whose stuff was whose,” Remy said. “But why’s that important?”

“Well, the initials are RSP,” Emile said. “And I’ve never seen your parents handwriting, but that seems like a hell of a coincidence.”

“What? No way,” Remy said. They got inside the car and Emile passed the dog over to Remy. Remy’s eyes widened looking at the tag. “What...? That’s...that’s my mom’s handwriting...Oh, my God. I knew that one of the people at the party knew my family, because we had talked briefly and they mentioned in passing that my last name sounded familiar and we figured out that’s where we had heard about each other, and she had a younger sister who had been obsessed with stuffed animals for a while, but...” he took a closer look at the dog’s ear. “That’s where I got paint on the fur that never came out. It’s the same dog. Oh my God!”

Emile offered Remy a smile. “You should keep him.”

Remy looked up at Emile with wide eyes. “You mean that? I don’t want to take your gift from the white elephant, do you want the lava lamp in return?”

“No, Remy, it’s okay,” Emile said, starting the drive home. “You can keep both things. I really don’t mind.”

Remy was quietly crying at this news, and Emile didn’t mention it. He didn’t fail to notice that night, however, when Remy was setting up the lava lamp in his room, Bones was sitting on his bed’s pillow. And when Emile checked on Remy before he went to bed himself, he saw Remy snuggled up to Bones in his sleep, the lava lamp emitting a soft blue glow with green lava making shapes in it.

Emile shook his head softly and went to bed himself. Maybe he was obsessed with something as childish as cartoons, but Remy never got the chance to naturally grow out of his childhood. It was sad to think about, but Emile was glad Remy could live out his childhood dreams now that he was here.

#if there's a place i could be #sanders sides fanfiction #remile #emile picani #ts sleep

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youarejesting · 4 years

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BTS365 Prompts.Week 23

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Kim Seokjin - hug

Kim Seokjin had never been hugged. He didn’t know what it felt like, but it always looked nice in movies and dramas. Why has he never been hugged? Well, he was an only child, and his parents went on a lot of overseas work trips. The nanny was an older woman and very stern. He wondered why she was a nanny when she hated children. She hated when they were too loud, hated when they got grubby or ran around, and hated when they talked or asked questions.

Soon he was a teen, a handsome one but home schooled. Seokjin’s Tutor was an older man who only knew how to read a textbook and scold him. He never got hurt to warrant a hug, was never praised with a hug. Until he bumped into you. No literally bumped into you. The two of you toppled over, chest to chest. The warmth and physical connection sent a spark down his spine. He felt for the first time that he wasn’t alone. Even if it was a mistake that you fell against him.

Min Yoongi - cat

“Hey, Lil meow meow,” You grinned stepping into the studio. You were rival producers, and it amused you how easily you could get under his skin. You really meant no harm by it, and you hoped it came across that way. Sometimes he would do the same to you by making fun of the bags under your eyes or something as trivial. It had gotten simultaneously worse and better due to renovations, you were sharing a studio. Both agreeing to leave each other’s music and equipment alone.

“So how long did it take for your date to run away this time?” He sighed, taking the coffee from your hand, freeing it so you could count his change and place the small pile of coins onto his desk.

“He said his boss called him thirty seconds into the movie. The opening credits hadn’t even finished Min” You hissed sipping your coffee “I was so excited to see the movie.”

“What a prick, did he really?” Yoongi hissed, turning in his seat, pulling his headphones down so they would hang around his neck.

“Yes, he really did” you turned to face your computer, turning it on and setting everything up. “I don’t understand Min. Am I really that bad?”

“No you're not, as much as we joke you are cute” He grinned turning your seat around, so you were left with no choice but to look at him “Sometimes you act like a big cat all feisty and claws and teeth, but you forget you are actually a cute little kitten.”

Jung Hoseok - doughnut

“Welcome to the Doughnut Drive- thru. How may I help you?” You asked, trying to sound cheerful after a long shift.

“Hey, can I get twelve assorted iced doughnuts with sprinkles?” The voice was muffled through the drive-thru, but you knew exactly who it was.

You tapped the button on the sales machine. Waiting for his car to arrive. It was a red 1973 Mercedes 450SL. A beautiful piece of machinery. He smiled up at you and handed you the money as he did every time, brushing his fingers against your palm, making you feel warm in your pretty pastel blue uniform dress and apron.

In the middle of the Money was a piece of paper that said ‘Hoseok xxxx-xxx-xxx call me.’ This wasn’t the first time he had handed you a note with his number. You felt your face flush, wondering if you looked like a tomato at this point.

“Here is your change sir, I will just get them now” You walked off and grabbed the assorted donuts and handed them over. Watching his car drive off.

It was when you heard his voice again through your headset from the drive-thru speaker that you grew confused. Have you made a mistake? “Miss y/n, I come around every Friday after work, hoping I might get the chance to talk to you. I have given you my number almost thirty times now, and you never text, never call. Just let me know before I die of a heart attack or diabetes from eating 12 donuts a week. Would you be interested in going on a date with me?”

Kim Namjoon - drive-in

Namjoon had asked you out a few days ago after school, he seemed confident and kind of cocky in front of his friends. You almost thought it was a joke; that is until he arrived at your house, his usually disheveled hair combed down. He was no longer in his leather jacket but a nice button up. He shook hands with your father, talking to him with a smile while you went to fetch your purse.

“Sir, I have plans to watch a movie with your daughter and then to eat at the diner. I thought I should let you know in case you wish to know her whereabouts.” Namjoon said, trying to be courteous to your parents. “The movie finishes at eight, and we should finish dinner by nine, so we shouldn’t be out too late.”

“You aren’t planning to do anything at the drive-in, are you?” Your father said sternly, “I know where you live mister Kim.”

“No, sir, we aren’t going to do anything except watch a movie,” Namjoon said, rubbing his palms on his trousers looking towards the stairs hoping you were ready to leave. “And perhaps I could hold her hand.”

“Alright, Mum, Dad, don’t scare the poor boy” You sighed, gesturing Namjoon over; he got up grateful that you had saved him from your father's intense stare.

“I will wait up,” Your father said, walking you both to the door catching Namjoon’s arm. “You may hold her hand, and I will allow one kiss goodnight if she wishes, but otherwise, keep your hands to yourself, buddy.”

“Yes, Sir. I will have her home by nine.”

Park Jimin - VCR

“Hey Jimin, did you record the show last night? I was so busy with my Aunty’s 45th birthday that I was unable to watch it” You grabbed your friend's arm in the school hall. “Please, PLEASE tell me you recorded it.”

“Yeah I got it recorded, you can come over later and watch it with me after dance practice” He smiled giving you a perfect spin. “You will watch me, right?”

“Of course, Chim.” You stopped at your adjacent lockers, taking out your books, remembering the math pop quiz. It was going to be a long day.

You weren’t wrong, the day was slow and tedious. Your only saving grace was when you hopped into Jimin’s bright yellow buggy and took off to his dance class. You sat in the corner watching him dance. He was one of two boys who danced in his age group. The girls moved so delicately, their bodies were as light as air. It made you self conscious even Jimin in his sweats and singlet was more agile and graceful then you could ever dream of being.

He drove you both home, asking if he did well and telling you how he thinks he is ready for the upcoming performance. The Park family home was a single story. Jimin called it small and old, but you thought it was homely and cozy. The two of you sat in his room; you snuggled into his blankets while putting the old tape in the VCR machine. It was nice being with your best friend, but you wanted to be something more for some reason.

You just wish you had the courage to tell him.

Kim Taehyung - BFF

It was a Friday night; you were in the basement lying on your stomach on the plush rug; your legs swinging back and forth as you slowly threaded beads onto a clear fishing line. Threading Taehyung’s favorite color beads in a simple, alternate pattern. You were able to fasten the bracelet when the door to the basement swung open.

“You got it, Mrs. L/N, I will let her know for you” Taehyung’s voice called up to your mother as he hopped down the stairs enthusiastically. “Sup?”

“Just chilling Tae” The evidence of your craft pushed under the couch.

“I just wanted to let you know, your mum says I can stay for dinner, if you want me to that is?”

“No duh, Tae, you’re my BFF.”

Taehyung laughed sitting on the two-seater sofa, his long legs hanging over the side. “We should do something fun” You hummed the BFF bracelet in your pocket felt heavy.

“Like what?” Taehyung asks, earning a shrug from you. He ponders for a moment before continuing, “We could play truth or dare.”

“Will it work with just the two of us?”

“Sure, let me go first,” he smiled, sitting up and crossing his legs on the couch, patting the second cushion, and you sat across from him. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth”

“Do you have anyone you like?” He peeked at you from under his shaggy bangs, and you felt your cheeks grow pink.

“Yes,” your giggle was nervous, and you tried to quickly move on, “truth or dare?”

“Truth?” He smiled, moving the hair out of his eyes with his fingers.

“Do you have anyone you like?” He nodded, his face turned away, and your mother took this moment to bring you a plate of orange soda and biscuits.

The two of you chorused your thanks, and when the door was shut, you were left alone once more. One more round and Tae asked if you had ever kissed anyone, and you dared him to dunk his biscuit in his soda before eating it.

“Truth or dare?” He asked, seemingly determined to get you back for the horrific snack you had created. And you thought it only fair that he had the chance.

“Dare,” you smiled, downing your soda so he couldn’t ruin it for you.

“I dare you to kiss me,” you sprayed him completely, choking on the carbonated beverage.

Jeon Jungkook - Iced tea

Jungkook was contracted to paint the outside of your family home. You were back home from University and house sitting for your parents while they were on a cruise. Laying out on a sun chair in your bikini, trying to enjoy the warmth of the sun, you started to get thirsty. Walking inside to your parent’s indoor bar, you began preparing some ice tea. It was when you saw him on a ladder painting above the window all shirtless and sweaty, that you decided to prepare a second beverage.

You turned to the mirror fixing your hair, applying a tinted lip gloss, and readjusting your bikini top to accentuate your cleavage. You carried both drinks out and smiled, “Jungkook, was it? Would you like some ice tea, you look a bit thirsty.”

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eye-raq · 5 years

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Stop it girl

Erik X Black Reader.

Warnings: Fluff, regular shit.

Summary: Erik was tired, laying out on the floor of him and his girls shared bedroom while scrolling through his phone.

“You want me to buy you a new tapestry? I saw one the other day when I was out buying some new Jordan 1s”

Erik walked back into the bedroom with a bowl of milk, double stuffed oreos floating on the top. He had his dreads braided back fresh; his home girl had her own natural hair shop and cleaned him up nice with a fresh retwist and a tappered fade. He had on grey sweats that hung loose on his hips, and no shirt.

“What did it look like? You know I’m picky.” His girl, Blessing, was into anything bohemian with soft grunge. She had her hair in long thick dreads, soft curly baby hairs, thick lips, and a cute plump body, her chest and ass too thick for anything she wore and her cute muffin top didnt help either. She was squishy and adorable and sexy and Erik loved every roll and dip of her honey covered body. She was feisty too, and when she wanted something she didn’t hesitate.

“It has some type of galaxy shit going on, idk. Purples and pinks and blacks with these little ass twinkly stars, looked like Uranus or Saturn in the background, had a quote at the bottom of it in cursive.” He put his bowl on her nightstand before lowering to the floor with her, laying on his side before grabbing the bowl again. He stuck his index finger in the bowl, dipping the Oreos further. She was busy making waist beads, one nestled around her curvy waist digging into her love handles.

“You should have picked it up you know I love anything with galaxy shit in it.” He kissed his teeth, eyes trying to focus on the classic movie she popped in her VCR, “I cant believe you still have one of these bitches, it just got a little dust too, and it’s still functional.” His eyes lowered a fraction, sleep trying to creep up on him. That was his own fault too, staying up all hours of the night.

“It’s called taking care of shit of sentimental value instead of letting it waste away.” She spoke out, just finishing up her blue and purple one she was making for a friend her fingers were getting numb now deciding to finish later, and join Erik in watching the movie. She pushed everything to the side, crawling over to lay her head in his crotch area. Her cute chubby feet with toes painted a hot pink wiggled near his bowl. He scrunched his face, playfully swatting at her feet, “if you don’t get those fat ass feet away from me girl, looking like honey buns.” She swatted at his ass causing him to grip her wrist, “yo what I tell you about slapping my ass?”

She rolled her eyes, “and what I tell you about talking about my feet? Just for that you owe me a foot massage after work tomorrow.” Erik shook his head popping a moist Oreo in his mouth, “and what you giving me?” He tried to speak between chewing. She paused, mind in wonder, hands resting on her belly. Erik just eyed her fame, mouth watering from just the look of her thick short ass bunched up on him.

“I’ll think about it.” They both turned back to the TV, monsters ball playing and that one delicious scene almost approaching. She stole an Oreo from his bowl causing him to wine like a baby. “Ask first baby that’s all I ask okay? I spent money on these Oreos.” She couldn’t help the laugh that escaped, “Erik bye.”

“I’m being forreal. Everything I have don’t belong to you, girl.”

“I have about five of your hoodies in my closet right now, E. I take what the fuck I want when I want.”

Erik did a double take, dropping his Oreo back in the bowl and causing milk to splash on her legs. Growling, Blessing wipes at her legs aggressively.

“Chill out! You getting milk on me!”

Erik playfully bites into her leg, “You got five of my hoodies? Where they at?” Erik gets up from the floor, walking over to her messy closet with jeans sling over the rail and shirts hanging off the hangers. Sliding through her clothes, Erik finds all five of his favorite hoodies freshly washed and wrinkle free.

“My all black exclusive lost tribe hoodie?! You serious? I thought I lost this shit and your chubby face ass had it the whole time?!”

“Shut the fuck up with your odd shaped head! You knew I had it don’t play dumb,” Bored, Blessing decides to continue making her waist beads.

“I should throw you over my fucking knee, babygirl. You agree with that?” As mad as Erik was he decided to leave the hoodies there because they were neat and unbothered.

“Stupid ass,” he teased.

“Shut up. You’re the stupid one.”

As soon as Erik made himself comfortable on the floor, Blessing started poking him in his dimpled cheek, twisting her finger. Erik swatted her hand away every single time, finally kissing his teeth and grabbing her finger with force.

“Stop it, girl.” He shoves her hand away, causing her to laugh. This only made Blessing want to continue. She takes her chubby feet and plants them on his shoulder, wiggling her toes obnoxiously in his face. His eyes focused forward but she could see the way his jaw looked like it was going to snap from how hard he clenched it.

“You get so mad for what? I can’t mess with you but you can mess with me?”

“It’s because I’m Daddy and you do what I say.” Grabbing her foot, Erik begins to tickle her feet, that annoying screech she always made loud. Blessing yanks her legs back so bad that she kicked Erik in the head, pausing with a shocked look and a hand over her mouth. Nothing was said but the anger on his face and the reddened spot on his cheek made her laugh so hard her lungs hurt. Even through her teary eyes she could see his rage.

“Nigga, you look like you about to burn my fucking room down!” She shook her head repeatedly, “I’m so fucking humored right now; tickled.”

“Hehehe hahaha shut the fuck up.” That was his come back and it clearly went on death ears because she kept on laughing and hollering.

“Big nigga why you always mad? Chill the fuck out,” Shaking her dreads, Blessing went back to doing her waist beads.

Erik got up from the floor, seating himself on her bed to feel more comfortable. She thought he was being a sour puss but he actually had another plan. Grabbing one of her plush throw pillows, Erik wracked her on the side of her face so hard her eyes closed and her face scrunched up in ugly surprise. His laugh was the golden one, clutching his stomach and stomping his leg.

“Bro you should have seen your face! Looking like,” Erik mimicked her look before bursting into laughter again, “you mad ugly.”

She could still feel the sting like carpet burn on her left cheek. Blowing out hot air through her chubby cheeks, Blessing turned completely away from him.

“You got my fucking eye burning and my face all hot! I kicked you by accident dummy.”

“You want me to kiss it big head?” Erik tossed the pillow back in place.

“I don’t want your stinky ass lips on me ugh,” Blessing shoves his face away.

“Wasn’t saying that shit earlier when I was kissing all on you in the car,” he grabbed her by her dreads, gaining power. She fought through enjoying the force he applied by keeping a straight unbothered face.

“Stop it, girl. Stop acting like you don’t want me yanking you up and shit,” Erik kisses her temple, soothing the burn from the pillow hit. He started swinging her from side to side, humming no guidance in her ear that made her wiggle. He couldn’t sing for shit but she loved it when he sung this new song to her.

🎶 I don’t wanna play no games, play no games, 🎶

“Don’t say that last part because you know it ain’t happening,” Blessing stopped him mid song with a bitchy tone, “You don’t plan on making me Blessing Stevens I’m still gonna be Blessing Jones.”

“Forreal, B? You know I plan on making you my number one forever. Remember that time at red lobster when I fake proposed to get free cake? I can do it again but with a big ass rock.”

She smiles despite her salty attitude, “keep talking, Zaddy.”

“Nah, don’t pull that shit now,” Erik let her go, “you fucked up Blessing.”

“How?!” She pouted, “You mad at me now?”

“Yup. Turn around.”

Blessing groaned, folding her arms, “fight me.”

“Which means come fuck me.” Erik corrected.

“Shut the FUCK up.” Blessing rolled her eyes.

“Which means come eat this pussy.” Erik bit his lip to fight a smile.

“You ain’t cute. Leave me alone.”

“So basically I’m fine as fuck and you want my attention?”

“Ugh!!!! I hate you!” Blessing turned to him, ready to hit Erik upside his head but he caught her hand just in time.

“I love you too, Baby girl,” Erik gripped her chin, “you know you a bomb ass girlfriend? All that crybaby shit and getting mad only makes me want you more.” Erik gripped her neck, pulling her in for a kiss.

“You can be mad at me all you want but your ass isn’t going anywhere. You’re mine.”

“Says who? I got options.” Blessing fucked up with saying that to him.

“The fuck?” Like flipping a light switch Erik’s aggressive nature surfaced again to make her weak. Taking his hand, he wrapped around her neck with one hand and his mouth dangerously close to her hear.

“The fuck You talking to?”

“Daddy, not you,” she rolled her eyes into her head to fake annoyance. Erik just stared at her with his hard ass eyes making her squirm.

“What you looking at?” Blessing asks with a slight roll of her neck. He just licked his lips, looking her up and down.

“What, I cant stare?” He just grabbed her up and said, “man, come here.” She followed him like she just wasn’t mad at him a few seconds ago.

“Tomorrow ima fuck the shit out of you cuz you been acting crazy lately.” Erik rested his head on the side of her face.

“Why not tonight?” Blessing was wet and horny now she needed some dick, some fucking love, her hard headed ass boyfriend.

“I’m tired, B.” His eyes did speak that into existence when she turned to look at him. She admired his handsome face even though his eyes were focused ahead and ready to close.

“...damn, yo ex dumb as fuck.” She stated, causing Erik to chuckle. Blessing turns back around, pushing her booty into Erik’s crotch. He gripped her hip to stop her but she just kept on going, rolling her hips like she spelling out coconut. Erik lets out a frustrated sigh at his dick disobeying him.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what? I’m just playing.”

“This is blasphemous,” Erik spoke in a fake surprising tone, “you’re molesting me with your phat ass.”

“Shut up you know you want me to sit this assssss on you,” Blessing spoke in a melodic tone.

“Blessing, don’t start this shit. I still got a fucking cramp in my neck from eating the pussy for an hour straight, my abs still burn from doing push ups in the pussy-“

“I don’t wanna hear that shit you got more stamina than a damn horse.”

“You don’t listen to shit!” Erik yelled in her ear, flipping her over on her back. He pinned her to the mattress, face all scrunched up.

“What, Erik? I told you i got options if you don’t give me what I want,” fighting a laugh at his frustration and anger, Blessing purposely moves her hips beneath him to force him into having wild sex.

“...Bruh im a fuck you up...you acting up...what’s your fucking problem? You need some dick? You need a hug? You need your pussy ate? You need kisses? Like tell me something.”

“You finish telling me to stop now?” She questioned while looking at him a hint in her eyes as to why she’s been acting up.

“You not getting no dick with that attitude then,” he lifted off of her, laying on the other side of the bed closest to the window.

“First of all, I’m sorry.” Her entire mood changed. She decided to act innocent even though she thought about riding the fuck out of him in that moment.

“Aight, So we good?” She chanced a look at him even though she knew that wouldn’t be successful. Erik just stared at her calmly, waiting for her response.

“Yes. We’re good. No more playing.” Blessing blinked up at Erik innocently.

“So that mean you ready to get your pussy ate again?” Erik sat up, taking his hands to pull down her bottoms. Laying flat on the bed, Blessing lifts her hips to help Erik out as he slid the right fabric from her round booty. Tossing it to the side, Erik went flat on his stomach, arms wrapped around her thighs to pull her close. Blessing shielded her face like always whenever Erik kisses her gently on her inner thighs. It was torture.

“Talking about YoU NEeD To Fix YOUrr AtiTude, first of all, nigga...eat it out of me.” Blessing couldn’t help herself. Erik slapped her inner thigh to calm her ass down but that also made her laugh. She was silly.

“Stop, B,” without a warning Erik started eating her pussy. Blessing locked up around him, doing that thing with her hands where she held him in place but at the same time pushed him off of her.

After Erik successfully shut her up and had her moaning, he laughs, looking up at her weak expression and says, “You good?”

Blessing couldn’t even respond to that smart ass remark because Erik’s mouth was back on her pussy like it never left.

“What happened to that attitude? All that make me shit? Like it ain’t shit. Like I won’t eat the fuck out your soul and fuck the attitude out your soul and never give that shit back?”

That’s all he had to say in that moment while she laid back and let his tongue crave her. Erik got her ass to stop now with his tongue flicking her clit. On the inside she battled to sass him but his tongue was hitting that spot so the shit didn’t matter anymore.

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warriorteam1924 · 4 years

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I was tagged on this one by the sweet and super kind Sheamus @doctorqueensanatomy thanks honey this one was particularly interesting 🌸😊

Answer the 10 questions from the person tagged and then tag 10 people and ask them 10 different questions

Here we go then

1) If you came across a fortune teller that could let you know of 1 detail of anything in the future, how detailed of a question would you give, or would you ask anything at all?

Hum…. I think I would ask them a question for my sister, cause I just would like her to be happy. Or if I'm allowed only to ask for me I'd ask the day of my death so that I know how to spend my time and prepare the ones I love to grieve.

2) If there was one instrument you could master, what would it be? Don’t say an instrument you already play if you do

I can't say I master bass guitar already but I'm currently learning so I'm gonna pick drums. Cause of Rog and the connection with bass.

3) Is there a certain set of lyrics in a particular song that makes you transcend into another dimension and if so, pray tell? (And if not, then is there a song that makes you trip)

You can be anything you want to be

Just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be

Be free with your tempo, be free, be free

Surrender your ego be free, be free to yourself (from innuendo of course. But all the queen songs make me trip so it was hard to chose)

4) If a song played everytime you walk into a room, what song would you choose?

Good lord my mammoth steps are already loud enough ahahaha lol but seriously I would pick the song called "the throne room" from a new hope (star wars)

5) Whats the most useless thing you can do/that you know?

I can touch my head with my feet (one at a time though) and I know how to use a VCR ahahah lol

6) Is there a book you ever had to study you actually enjoyed? (I love Macbeth, Blood Brothers and An Inspector Calls)

Actually yes. Ive never been super at ease in litterature classes but the reading and studying of Frankenstein by Shelley was fascinating.

7) Name a time you felt confident and then drink some water. Now everytime you think of that confidence, drink some water. Let’s fill this house with positivity and hydration!

Okay the drinking is done lol now for the moment I felt confident…. When I said to my mom, don't worry in two weeks you're gonna be moved in your new house. Bam, done.

8) If you could add arms and legs to a fruit or vegetable and give them a name, what would they be called?

Whaaaat ? Hum okay lol i would say a strawberry and i would call them Barry. Barry the strawberry….

9) Is there a celebrity that hasn’t necessarily done anything wrong or is bad, but you just do not vibe with them? I’ll start with mine… Taylor Swift 😔

Omg yes. Kara Delevingne. I just cant. Sorry not sorry….

10) Is there a stereotype of your country, state, city, town, accent that you reject but only because it is absolutely true?

I guess I'm gonna talk about the French accent. I find it absolutely idious yet everyone seems to agree that it is cute and sexy ??? Whaaaat ?

Wow these questions were super tough but very interesting as well. Let's see what we've got here from me ….

1. What is the thing you know that is the closest to magic ?

2. Who would be the most boring fictionnal character you'd get to meet ?

3. Is there a movie or a book you feel like lied to you about growing up ? Like you were sure it would happen this way but it didn't…. ?

4. What was the most unbelievable thing you've ever believed ?

5. Would you rather be completely insane and know that you are insane or completely insane and believe you are sane?

6. If your life was a movie, what would be the soundtrack ?

7. If you could be a famous painting, what would you be and what would you change to make it fit to you ?

8. If you could have and use any kind of money, still currently used or not, what would be in your purse ?

9. We all have a "shame underwear", please describe yours.

10. If you could rebuilt one of the seven lost wonders of the world, which one would it be and why ?

Tagging : @thosequeenboys @painandpleasure86 @bohemeia @acdeaky @deakys-chesthair @deakysgurl @roger-taylors-car @queenlover05 @eileen-crys @ilygwilym @sweet-potatoq ( I hope you dont mind.... 😜) take care yall 💖💜

#warriorteam1924 was tagged #from @doctorqueensanatomy #tag game #long post

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yesloverboy · 5 years

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Trip of a Lifetime (mgk!Tommy Lee x Reader)

Requested: Anon!

“Could you do a story about tommy and the reader dropping acid and whatever they do on it is up to u😂 I think it'd be really cute and funny”

Note: I am sorry this is so late! I may have gotten a little carried away, but I wanted to make sure I did this prompt justice. It’s definitely been a hot minute since I’ve done psychedelics, but some of these events are inspired by true ones so let me know what you think. Enjoy!

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It all started on a Saturday night. With you and your boyfriend Tommy having such busy schedules, the both of you had decided to take turns planning date nights. The way you figured it, taking turns would prevent one of you from feeling more responsible for maintaining the relationship over the other. So far it seemed to be working out nicely, and this time it was Tommy’s turn.

You and Tommy had been together for a few months now, and were still well into your phase of continually trying to impress one another. At this point, Mötley Crüe was really taking off, and you found yourself looking forward to your scheduled dates more and more as Tommy became increasingly less available. Deep down, you knew it wasn’t his fault that he was so preoccupied. There was no doubt in your mind that he and his romantic heart would be willing to move mountains for you; but that didn’t mean being apart never stressed you out. Sometimes you even wished you could slow down time just a little so that you wouldn’t always have to say goodbye to Tommy so soon. When you had told Tommy that, he just laughed and told you he would make it happen if he could. As always, you believed him.

As you waited for Tommy to return home from his day at the studio, you couldn’t help but fidget in anticipation. When it was Tommy’s turn to plan dates, he always liked them to be a surprise for you. His spontaneous nature and childlike enthusiasm were just a few of his qualities you loved the most, and the dates he picked were a reflection of that. In just a few short months, Tommy had already taken you to more arcades, theme parks, concerts, and spontaneous road trips than you could keep track of. So as anxious as you were to see your boyfriend’s smiling face, you were just as excited to find out what he had in store for you.

When Tommy finally opened the door, you practically leapt into his open arms. In true Tommy fashion, he picked you up off the ground and spun you in a circle, eliciting a a chorus of giggles from the both of you.

“Well hey there, baby,” he cooed, kissing you gently, “someone sure is happy to see me.”

You nuzzled his nose lovingly as he placed you back on the ground. “I just missed you is all.” Even though Tommy had put you down, you still felt like you were hovering above the earth, your heart light and carefree.

“So what’s the plan for the night, rockstar?” You knew rockstar was a cheesy nickname, but the blush that would color Tommy's face made it all worth it. More than anything in the universe, Tommy wanted to play music that the rest of the world loved, and you always knew in your heart that he would do it.

“I thought maybe we could go on a little trip,” he smiled wryly, his eyes meeting yours with a mischievousness he normally reserved for inside jokes.

“Where?” Your arms were still firmly fastened around Tommy’s neck, keeping the space between the two of you to a minimum.

To your chagrin, Tommy unwrapped his hands from your waist, and reached for the pocket of his leather jacket. “Not that kind of trip, dude,” he said, pulling out a plastic bag, “this kind of trip.”

You looked at the plastic bag, your face lighting up as you spotted two little squares of paper with skulls printed on them.

Acid.

You couldn’t believe it. It had been so long since you’d tripped that you almost didn’t remember what it was like. Still you craved an escape, something to take you and Tommy far away without ever having to leave the home you shared. It was perfect.

“You told me once that you wanted to slow down time,” Tommy continued, “so I thought we might give it a shot.”

“Oh my god, Tommy!” you squealed, delighted that he had been paying such close attention to how you’d been feeling lately. “I never thought I’d say this, but you might be a genius.” You stood on your tiptoes, gripping the sides of his angular face to kiss plant a kiss on his lips.

Tommy tried to look offended, but his act quickly dissolved under the smile on his face. “God, do you always have to be so mean?”

“Isn’t that why you love me?” you ask, batting your eyelashes in mock innocence.

Tommy just ruffled your hair in response, causing you to groan in protest. “Do you wanna take these for a spin, or what?” he asked, laughing at your irritated pout.

“Fine,” you huffed, “hit me.” You stuck out your tongue, signalling Tommy that you were ready to get the night going. This is it, you though, quickly accepting the fact that the two of you would ultimately be housebound for the evening.

Tommy reached into the plastic bag and pulled out a single tab. With a careful hand, he placed it on the tip of your tongue. Closing your mouth, you let it slowly dissolve. You’re not sure what you expected this time around, but it tasted like nothing just as you remembered. Soon after, Tommy did the same and all that was left was to wait for those little squares of paper to work their magic.

“Wanna watch a movie? Maybe order a pizza?”

You smiled up at Tommy, reveling in the fact that so many wonderful things in life could be so simple. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

It took some bickering, but eventually you and Tommy agreed to put your copy of Halloween in the old VCR. You had been worried that watching a scary movie would trigger a bad trip, but Tommy reassured you that his hilarious commentary would get you through it. You relented, but solely on the condition that he would hold you the entire time.

About thirty minutes into the movie, you noticed the image on the television began to vibrate softly, the colors pulsating and running together as if they might drip right out of the screen and onto the bedroom floor. You turned your head to look at Tommy to see if he was seeing the same thing, twisting against the hold he had on your body. To your amazement, he wasn’t looking at the screen at all. Instead his eyes were fixed on you.

You watched carefully as his the blue of his eyes seemed to shift colors, ranging from their usual denim blue to bleeding with vibrant yellows and greens. Even though Tommy’s eyes were locked on yours, it seemed as though he was looking somewhere beyond where you were sitting.

“Dude,” Tommy whispered, his voice soft and distant, “you’re so beautiful.”

“No, you,” you argue, the blood in your veins humming with the same softness that crept in and out of the edge of your vision when you looked at Tommy. It was almost as if your body was vibrating softly under his touch, making the rest of the world feel warmer and brighter. In that moment, it was so amazing to you that Tommy could call you beautiful when he was clearly the most mesmerizing thing in the room. It was then you thought that maybe, just maybe you could love him forever.

Tommy just rolled his eyes, “Oh please, you’re, like, a work of art,” he stated, moving his hands about animatedly, “just like that–wait what’s she called? The Moaning Liza?”

“You mean the Mona Lisa?” you asked, throwing your head back with laughter.

Playfully, Tommy tried to put one of his large hands over your face to shut you up, but you were able to wrestle out from his grip with happy tears leaking out of your eyes.

“Oh come on, Y/N! You know I didn’t do well in history.” At this point, Tommy was laughing too. “My point was that you don’t just look like any old work of art– but a priceless one. One that people cross oceans to see.”

You gazed at your boyfriend lovingly, and firmly believed that the secret to eternal happiness was hiding somewhere behind those beautiful, kaleidoscope eyes. The hum in your body was growing more persistent by the second, and suddenly your head was flooded with a hundred different ideas all at once. However, one stuck out to you over the others and you couldn’t help but wonder if Tommy would be on board with it.

Getting up abruptly, you made your way over to your bedroom, seeking out an old box of acrylic paints. The paints were leftover from your attempt at being an artist a couple of years ago, and you figured there was no better time to give it a try again than the present.

You found the box almost immediately as the yellow light from your closet rained down in glowing droplets above your head. The dripping light seemed to lead you right to where the box was nestled, and for a moment you wondered why you thought it’d be so hard to find it in the first place.

Strutting back into the living room triumphantly, you held the box of paints securely in your arms. To your amusement, Tommy’s gaze was now transfixed on the ceiling fan above his head, his eyes following the blades closely as they spun.

“Tommy!” you tapped at his shoulder and immediately he snapped back to reality. “I have an idea.”

“What is it?” he still had his signature, goofy smile but his eyes were unblinking. You wanted to laugh, but suddenly couldn’t remember the last time you’d blinked either. Realizing it didn’t matter, you set the box of paints in his lap.

“We shout paint each other! Well, not actually like paint each other, but paint on each other. Sounds fun, right?”

“Okay, but if we do I’m going first,” Tommy’s happy expression was replaced with a more determined one, “‘cause if you don’t believe you’re a work of art I’m just going to have to make you believe me.”

Unable to resist, you gave Tommy a peck on the cheek. “Alright, baby. Whatever you say goes.”

“Where should I start?” Tommy asked, rummaging through the selection of colors. “Your back maybe? I feel like there’s probably more room.”

You just shrugged and pulled your shirt up and over your head, allowing it to fall limp on the arm of the couch. Grabbing one of the extra cushions, you placed it on the carpeted floor so you could lay comfortably while Tommy set to work.

“So, what are you going to paint, Mr. Lee?” you asked, laying flat on your stomach. The carpet itched at your bare skin, the fibres swaying back and forth against the pressure of your body.

Tommy sat beside you with his legs crossed, the box of paints accompanying him at his spot on the floor. “Hmmm, can’t tell ya. It’s a secret.”

“Fine then,” you smile, “have it your way.”

Without warning, Tommy squirted a few drops of paint straight from the tube and onto your bare back. “Fuck, that’s cold!�� you hiss, squirming uncomfortably against the rough carpet.

“It’ll be worth it, dude. Promise.” Tommy chuckled softly, adding more drops of paint from various bottles to the canvas of your body.

After a while, you were surprised to find that the cold from the paint was soothing the buzz of your body high quite a bit. The ebb and flow of Tommy working the paint into patterns on your back sent tingles of electricity from the top of your head to the tip of your toes.

Tommy didn’t talk much while he painted, apparently putting all of his concentration into whatever he was creating. Even though you couldn’t see his face while laying down, you’d be willing to bet he looked just as deep in focus painting as he did while writing a song. You couldn’t help but hum happily, feeling more than content just being alone with Tommy.

Evidently, Tommy had noticed your level of relaxation and laughed quietly to himself.

“What’s funny?” you ask, wanting so desperately to know what was going on in Tommy’s head during his trip.

“Nothing,” the smile in Tommy’s voice was obvious, even if you couldn't see it, “it’s just– do you ever think about how crazy this all is?”

“How crazy what is?”

“This.” he insisted, “the fact that, of all the people in the world, and of all the time that’s passed...we got to meet. Just you and me, and the rest of the world.”

Your mouth fell open in awe, unable to believe the love and passion that radiated from Tommy’s words.

Just you and me, and the rest of the world.

Tommy’s profound observation flashed bright red in your mind, glittering against the backs of your eyelids like the Las Vegas strip at nighttime.

“I think I’m going to say it,” Tommy continued, unphased by your moment of silence, “You’re the love of my life. No matter if it’s this life, or the next one–or maybe even the one after that. If there is one, I think it’s always going to be you.”

The tenderness in Tommy’s voice hung in the air with all the softness of a passing cloud. Even though you knew that the both of you were tripping, no amount of chemicals could alter the way you felt about Tommy in that moment.

“You’re the love of my life, too” you repeat back, meaning every single word of it, “I don’t ever want to be anywhere if it’s not with you. Loving you is the trip of a lifetime.”

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((Hi! I thought about starting something else today, but it seemed a little too, well, Dark for April Fool’s Day. Instead, here’s a silly one shot fic! It does make a few references another fic of mine, A Little Magic, but I don’t think it’s necessary to have read that one to get what’s going on.))

“Uh, thank you, Jim?” you said, unable to hide your confusion as the Jims leaned over the table in front of you, both waiting to see your reaction.

“It’s the next breaking story, you’ll see!” Jim said, as Jim nodded behind him.

“I’m sure it is, but why is it on VHS?” you asked, holding up the tape with a peeling label where the title had been written by some Jim in thick black marker, splattered with what looked suspiciously like bloodstains.

“Everyone knows that tape is the gold standard for high-fidelity, high-quality, high-spooky recordings.” Another nod from the Jim in back, confirming this.

“I’ve seen your camera, it doesn’t even use tape.”

“Yeah, took Jim forever to figure out how to do the transfer, but you just can’t pass up on that grainy, improperly focused good stuff.”

“Do we even have a VCR in the house?”

Jim looked at Jim, who shrugged.

“…Give us a minute.”

The Jims had cornered you right after a meeting with the egos who had studio time this week, where you tried to explain to Bing why trying to do a flip over Bim Trimmer’s chiranhas on his skateboard would be a very bad idea, considering even just doing an ice bucket challenge was enough to make him short-circuit, while Randal tried and failed to convince Eric that the pigeons for his skit were not out to get him. So pretty normal for one of these weekly meetings.

You watched through the glass walls of the conference room as the Jims ran down the hall in what looked suspiciously like the direction of the Host’s studio before you leaned back in your chair and closed your eyes. Maybe you could enjoy a minute or two of peace before they got back.

“Y/N! Good, you’re not busy!”

Marvin blinked behind his white cat mask as, with a yelp, you went toppling over backwards in your chair and disappeared for a moment behind the table.

“Uh, bad time?” he asked, his smile weakening when he saw your expression.

“I just got out of a meeting with some of the Iplier egos,” you said, noting the wisps of magic from Marvin’s teleportation spell fading around his feet. “Can’t you call or something before you pop in like that?”

“Sorry, but this is really—” Marvin paused and looked around. “Wait, just you? Doesn’t Mark usually sit in on this kind of stuff?”

“When he can, but he’s busy with his own project right now, and Wilford…” You paused and Marvin nodded. Wilford didn’t care so much about the little details, and when he did get involved the meetings tended to go in a…different kind of direction. Which somehow left you as the person to figure all of this madness out, when you could. And as much work as it could be some days, you found there was something satisfying about helping the egos create their own content. That didn’t change the exhaustion in your voice any as you asked, “So you need help with something?”

“Yes, this is really important,” Marvin said, and with a flourish he pulled a deck of cards from his pocket and fanned them across the table. “Pick a card, any card.”

“Oh, no, not this again.”

“Please, I think I’ve definitely got it this time!”

“Marvin, you can do real magic, why do you care so much about figuring out how to do some card trick?”

Marvin thumped the table with his hand, eyes flashing behind his mask. “It’s the principle of the thing, Y/N, and I may have made a bet with Jackie—”

He stopped midsentence as both of the tv monitors on either end of the conference room crackled with static, their speakers squealing briefly from feedback before falling into a gentle, vibrating hum. You saw the panic in his eyes, the way his whole body tensed at the sound, only to spin around as the door to the room cracked open, one hand outstretched as words poured out of his mouth, the other braced in front of you.

The wave of magic flooded over you but hit the man at the door straight in the chest, sending him stumbling backward into the wall where he slid down to the ground, and then further down still.

By the time Marvin realized his mistake, the spell was done. He stood there, frozen in the same pose, while you got up and walked over to where Dark lay on the ground.

“Marvin…?” you said, only to be answered by a weak squeak from behind you. “You didn’t just…”

“It was reflex,” he said, his voice high and shrill as he tried and failed to regain his composure.

You knelt down in front of Dark, who was blinking and shaking his head as if to clear it.

“What—” Dark started but the sound stopped in his throat as he looked up and realized how you and the rest of the room towered over him. There was a sharp ring as his aura lashed out, but it was so high-pitched that it was almost hard to hear. “What did you do?!”

“Just a shrinking spell,” Marvin said. Despite Dark’s diminutive size, the magician didn’t seem eager to come any closer. “It was an accident, I swear.”

You looked over your shoulder at Marvin as you said, “I thought the spell took longer than that. And why was that the first thing to come to mind?”

“I may have been practicing it recently,” Marvin answered, and he coughed and looked away when he saw your accusing glare.

“But he knows how to undo it,” you said to Dark when you saw the look on his face. “Right Marvin?”

“I…might have used the timer one,” Marvin said. “Don’t give me that look! It’s the first way I learned it, that kind of thing sticks.”

“So how long will this last?” Dark asked, cold fury dripping from every word as he did not look away from the ego.

“Not long enough,” Marvin muttered, glancing at the clock on the wall as he did so.

Dark’s aura was spreading now, leaving afterimages in his wake that almost doubled his size, for all the good that did.

“Look, Dark,” you started, hoping to try and calm the situation before the spell ended, but before you could finish the sentence you saw his aura suddenly shrink in to a bare outline as he looked away from Marvin for the first time.

Following his gaze, you acted out of instinct, catching Dark up in one hand and hiding him behind your back just seconds before Wilford Warfstache barreled in through the open conference room door.

“Good evening!” He grinned around the room and paused. “I didn’t miss something, did I?”

“Uh…” You were distracted, feeling Dark squirm in your hand as his aura spread up to your wrist, the freezing pressure tight enough to start cutting off the circulation to your fingers.

“I, was just, um, showing Y/N a card trick?” Marvin said, but Wilford looked around the room again before focusing in on you.

“Ooo, someone’s hiding something!” Without seeming to cross any of the space in between he was suddenly behind you and had one hand on your wrist. With one neat movement he spun you around to face him so that you could see the second his eyes lit up at the sight of the tiny Dark.

“Wilford,” Dark said warningly, but when Wilford held out his other hand and gave you the “gimme” gesture, you didn’t think twice about handing him over. Your hand ached with cold from where Dark’s aura had touched you and shaking it didn’t seem to do any immediate good. “Wilford, I swear, if you even think the word ‘yeet’—”

“Aren’t you just the cutest little demon, yes you are,” Wilford cooed. “I could just kiss you!”

Dark’s protest was cut short as Wilford smooched him, and when Wilford promptly placed him on the table, he made a show of coughing on his hands and knees.

“Oh, come on, it wasn’t that bad,” you said, trying not to grin when Wilford gave you a wink.

“I saw death,” Dark gasped. “And it looked like a giant pink mustache come to smother me.”

Wilford patted his mustache at that, but then a new grin soon appeared as he turned on Marvin. “You did this? Can you make it work on more than one person?”

“Uh, sure?” Marvin said as you shook your head furiously behind Wilford.

“Fantastic! Be right back!” Wilford charged out of the room just to reappear a second later, martini in hand. “I’ve been preparing for this moment my whole life.”

A couple of seconds later, as the hum of magic still hung heavy in the air, you said, “That really can’t be comfortable.”

“Where did he get the old timey bathing suit from?” Marvin asked as you watched the man recline in his martini glass, one arm looped around the base of a tiny paper umbrella.

“More importantly, how long does this spell last?” Dark asked.

Marvin looked up at the clock again, his lips moving as he counted silently, but he was interrupted by Wilford.

“You know who would really enjoy this?” he asked. “Old Abe, that detective knows the importance of a good drink every now and then.”

You glanced at Marvin, who looked at the clock again, calculating, before glancing at you. “You’ve got to be kidding me, there’s no way he would want to do this.”

Marvin grinned and disappeared in a burst of magic.

In the meantime, Dark paced across the surface of the table restlessly before suddenly pausing to look up at you. “You’ve seen him use this spell before?”

You opened your mouth as if to answer, but a long gap of silence followed before Marvin finally returned, Abe stumbling beside him with one hand held up to his hat to keep it in place.

“Partner?” he said when he caught sight of you. “This guy said you needed help, there was…something…”

He broke off when he spotted the tiny Dark and Wilford, the second one waving up at him from inside a martini glass.

“Marvin,” you said, but the magician was already saying the spell and you instinctively flinched as the magic hit you again, leaving a tiny detective in its place. “Marvin!”

“What the hell is going on here?” Abe asked, jumping as a surprisingly dry and back in his regular clothes Wilford suddenly appeared at his side in and threw an arm over his shoulder.

“Alcohol, my friend,” Wilford answered earnestly. “Y/N, fetch the hot cocoa and we can turn this into a real party!”

“A soon to be dead magician,” Dark answered at the same time.

“It will only last a few minutes,” was your answer, before you dragged Marvin away from the table. “What are you doing?!”

“I just…needed a little extra time?” he said slowly, as if trying to gauge your reaction. “Y/N, do you still have that card I gave you?”

Suspicious, you pulled a neat little card from your wallet, the light in the room catching gilded letters that promised one “get out of little spell” free. “…Why?”

“Just a little loose end,” Marvin said, swiping it out of your fingers despite your protest. “Don’t worry, I’ll give it back…later. Promise!”

“Ooo, and plenty of marshmallows!” Wilford was adding as if no one else had interrupted. “Come on, Y/N, this spell isn’t going to last forever!”

“I can keep an eye on them,” Marvin added.

“So we’re just going to roll with this then,” you said, and Marvin nodded eagerly. You sighed, but then again, this was basically how you dealt with everything this place threw at you. “Fine. But you know that spell’s going to wear off eventually, even if I don’t use the card.”

You left to the sound of Dark quietly and patiently describing everything he would do to the magician once he was back to normal while Marvin pulled out his cellphone and started a text message. When you returned with a tray of steaming mugs and marshmallows to the side, Marvin was focused on the clock again and seemed to be bouncing on his feet in time to the second hand.

“I wish I could say this is the weirdest thing you’ve dragged me into,” Abe said to Wilford as the pink-mustached man hugged one of the marshmallows to his chest.

“Great, have fun with that,” Marvin said before it was his turn to drag you away from the table and out of earshot of the others. “So, the timer spell. You remember how it worked, right?”

“It only affected the person for the length of time you decided on,” you answered. “How long is this supposed to last, again?”

“Okay, but do you remember the second part?”

You stared at Marvin for a moment, trying to figure out what he was getting at. “You mean when it affected JJ? But that was only because you accidentally used the spell to target two people—”

He smiled, sort of, his teeth were showing but he looked more nervous than anything as he waited for the shoe to drop.

“Don’t tell me—”

“Look, I told you, it was reflex, and you were there, and it’s just the way I learned the spell the first time, I’m still working on it—”

“How long will it last?!”

“Well, for them, about fifteen minutes each. For you…”

Marvin rarely needed to teleport less than five feet away, but he thought at this point it might be a good idea to have the table in between the two of you.

It wouldn’t have made much of a difference to you if, at that moment, you hadn’t felt a wave of dizziness as the magic took hold.

Dark, for his part, recognized when the spell began to weaken and took a running start for the edge of the table, so that at the moment he was back to normal sized he was already lunging toward Marvin, one hand on the magician’s throat as he pinned him to the glass wall.

“Any last words, magician?” Dark asked.

Marvin pointed and managed to get out the words, “Look, a tiny Y/N.”

In Dark’s momentary distraction, the magician disappeared in a green puff of smoke and you spent several seconds swearing as Abe gave you a hand up from the edge of the table. Good thing you had been leaning on it just a second before, but the drop to the ground below still felt too close as you walked closer to the middle of the table.

“Good to see you joined us,” Wilford said as he thrust a marshmallow into your arms. “Okay, now about the cocoa—”

“Well, isn’t this cute,” Dark said as he took a seat at the table and looked down at the three of you. “But if he used the same spell, you won’t be small for much longer, Wilford.”

“Right, no time to waste!” The man cried as he grabbed Abe’s hand and started to drag him toward one of the steaming mugs.

You heard a chuckle just before the tip of one of Dark’s fingers touched your back, gently, just between the shoulder blades, and his aura washed over you. When he was tiny in your hand it had felt like just a cold grip, but now it was like being wrapped in a warm gauze, stifling and heavy as he rubbed your back in a small (to him) circle.

“Perhaps the magician could be convinced to make this a little more permanent,” he said, watching with a half-smile as you staggered and then slowly relaxed under the pressure of his aura. This small, even just a tiny portion of his power was enough to completely overwhelm you, if he so desired. “So much more convenient, don’t you think?”

Dark’s words were muffled as if coming from a great distance as you just felt so relaxed, so calm, so—

And then Wilford Warfstache was suddenly his regular size right in the middle of the table, one foot digging into Dark’s chest as he squirmed around and sat up.

Wilford sighed down at the overturned mugs and said, “What a waste,” before popping a marshmallow into his mouth. “Oh, sorry, Detective. Got a little close there, huh?”

Near his hand, Abe struggled to find the words after almost being crushed by Wilford’s sudden return to size. He did, however, notice you shaking your head and backing away from Dark and said, “Y/N, you okay?”

“Aw, look at them!” Wilford reached out and, your head still fuzzy from whatever Dark had just tried to do you, you could do little to escape from his grip. Instead, you found yourself clinging to Wilford’s hand as he lifted you up to eye-level and grinned. “Only way they could be more adorable is if they were riding one of the King’s squirrels.”

“I’m definitely not doing that,” you said.

“Convince Dr. Iplier he’s suddenly become a giant?”

“Not sure how that would work, and I really don’t want anyone to see me like this,” you said, but you couldn’t imagine how it could be any worse than with these three unless Mark were here too.

Wilford considered for a moment and leaned toward Dark, using his other hand to hide his mouth as he whispered a suggestion.

“Absolutely not.” Dark’s aura rang for a second and you and Abe both had to clap your hands to your ears to block out the sound. “They are not dolls, Wilford. And perhaps you should hand Y/N to me. You are not the most…careful person.”

“Don’t be absurd!” Wilford tossed you up into the air and caught you with the same hand. “I know exactly what I’m doing.”

“Hey now, be careful with my partner,” Abe said and Dark snorted as he tried to hold back a laugh at that.

The laugh was cut short though, as the spell on Abe suddenly wore off and he was standing, regular-sized again, in the middle of the conference room table. That is, until he lost his balance and went crashing straight into Dark.

Wilford looked down at the bundle of limbs and groans from his seat on the conference room table and whistled. “Some people just aren’t careful, huh, Y/N?”

“Please don’t toss me like that again,” you said, putting as much feeling as possible into the words as you wrapped your arms around one of his fingers.

“Hm…” His eyes seemed huge as he studied you, narrowing slightly before he broke into a smile you didn’t quite trust. “Shhh, it’s okay, Y/N. Ol’ Warfstache has got you.”

You held on tighter as he suddenly moved, swinging his legs around and jumping up to his feet before using his free hand to help the Detective up onto his feet.

“Here, hold this,” Wilford said before unceremoniously dumping you into Abe’s hands. He walked a couple of steps away before spinning around to face the three of you. “Now, how are we going to spend the rest of Y/N’s time as a little one?”

“Not throwing me.”

“Plotting the death of a certain magician,” Dark answered.

“What are those two doing here?” Abe asked, gesturing toward the other side of the glass wall with a tilt of his head as he was using both of his hands cupped together to hold you.

The Jims waved on the other side of the glass, one of them gesturing toward the device the other Jim was holding before they ran in through the door.

“We got it, Jim!” Jim said. He did a double take when he saw you in Abe’s hands and leaned toward the other Jim as he added, “Looks like we’ve got a case of magic gone wrong here, Jim. Perhaps the Detective has finally taken his partner’s life into his hands, literally?”

“Or maybe he’s finally found a partner he can keep a hold on,” Dark said, his smile growing wider in response to Abe’s scowl. “Oh, that might have been a poor choice of words. Still, perhaps it would be better if one of us held Y/N instead?”

“I think I’ll take my chances with Abe,” you said, shooting Dark a glare and failing to miss the surprise and then smile that spread across the detective’s face before you turned to the Jims. “And while I’d love to hear how you two found a VCR, I’m not sure now’s a good time to watch your tape…”

Both Jims’ faces fell in unison and Jim said, “Really? But we’ve got something really special here.”

Dark spotted the tape and flipped it over to read the title aloud. “’The Santaplier Conspiracy’?”

“Pretty sure I killed that guy,” Wilford said. “At least, I think I did? Honestly, it’s hard to keep track after a while.”

“Ignoring that,” Abe said, “I’ve got some time to kill if you guys do.”

“…I’ll admit that I’m curious,” Dark said. “These two are at least entertaining, if often wrong in every conceivable way.”

“I’ve got the popcorn!” Wilford said, holding up a massive bowl in his hands that he did not have two seconds ago.

“How do you do that?” Abe asked out of reflex, even if he had given up on getting an answer a long time ago.

The others all looked at you.

“So we’re all just going to roll with this then?” you asked aloud, but you already knew the answer to that. “Yeah, sure. Why not?”

Dark, Wilford, and Abe settled into chairs around the conference table while the Jims set up the VCR and dimmed the lights. As the TV screen flashed blue before crackling into a snowy scene, you tried to make yourself comfortable in the chest pocket of Abe’s white dress shirt. He had quietly insisted on it, sure that Dark or Wilford might try something while the two of you were distracted, and in response to the idea Wilford had just laughed and given you a wink. You wondered, not for the first time, just where Marvin had gone after he teleported away. Definitely not far enough away, as you planned to have a very long, very vocal discussion with Marvin about his magic once this spell had worked its course.

Until then, you settled back and watched the horror proceed on the screen, at least when Abe wasn’t blocking the view with his hand as though trying to protect you from things best left unseen. To one side, Dark sank down in his chair, one hand to his mouth, while on the other Wilford happily ate his popcorn and laughed out loud more than once. The Jims, for their part, were more than happy to provide a running commentary as a hand emerged from the stained snow and a red-suited body soon followed.

In another time zone, in another country, Marvin flipped furiously through the book Chase had dug out for him when he received the first frantic text.

“Everything okay?” Chase asked eventually, when Marvin swore at the page and turned to the next chapter.

“Perfect. Fine. Great. I just have…” Marvin glanced at the clock on the wall. “Twenty-five minutes to find a spell to make several people forget something if I want to live.”

Chase sighed and pulled up a chair.

“Again?”

((The end. Thank you for reading! Like I said, just a silly story for a (hopefully) fun day. It’s not canon if (almost) everyone forgets it happened, right? Tomorrow I’ll post the first part of Dark Laughter, which does pick up where the Beach episodes left off. It’s...a little less silly, but we’ll leave it at that for now.

Here’s a link to last year’s April Fools one shot, Some Concerns, if you’re interested.

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Brown Sugar and Honey

This one is about a new girl group at SM. You could say EXO sister group there may be a love line put in it who really knows. I mean I know but then again I might not know. Heads up I’m sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes after rereading it over and over I can’t deal with it.

Oh the reason I came up with this title is because the main OC is black and DO KyungSoo looks damn sexy and handsome when his skin is dark and tan and NOT WHITE WASHED!!!!! STOP THE WHITE WASHING!!!!!!!!

If there is a love line then it will be my first Kyungsoo series. Hope you like it but if you don’t guess what I don’t give two shits leave my blog then. Anyways enjoy bye.

Warnings: Fluffy, Angst, Language, Bullying, Stupid, May not make senses, Brain frat, May not have smut, Trigger, Suicide talk, Racism, Blood, etc.

Pairing: OC x DO Kyungsoo

Chapter 34

August 14, 2019

“It’s good to be back in the states.” Jisoo says and Renesmee smirks looking out the window of the bus. “I still can’t believe they got a bus.”

Renesmee pulls her knees under her hoodie closing her eyes. She puts her earbuds in playing her music. She leans her head closing her eyes trying to clear her mind.

“Remember girls you have filming today then concert tomorrow.” Our manager says and they nod. “This is the last mv you girls film here so make it good and have fun.”

Their manager looks at the girls and they nod agreeing. He keeps talking explaining how everything will go down. The girls hum going over the notes.

“Is she sleep, has she not been listening this whole time?” He asks looking over at Renesmee.

The girls look back hearing him and they freeze before looking at each other. “No she’s not sleep, I can tell when she sleep and this ain’t it.” Jisoo says leaning in her seat.

Once they get to the film location Renesmee opens her eyes looking back out the window. She walks off the bus looking at her phone.

“Okay something is wrong but what could it be?” Jisoo says looking at the others.

“Maybe we should ask her what’s wrong.” Roxay says as they get off the bus. “Or do we let her come to us?”

“No you girls just leave her be, I’ll talk with her later.” Their manager says walking behind them. “Hurry up go get ready.”

Renesmee walks around the set going over the dance. “Okay girls let’s get started now!” The director yells as the others walk out.

The girls get set waiting for the music to start. As the girls start the dance Renesmee dances along with the song. “Hey Nessie snap out of it!”

Their manager yells trying to snap Renesmee out of her head. Just as she gets to her part she slows missing the beat just as Moka turns kicking her leg up.

Roxay gasp freezing as Moka kicks Renesmee. “Cut!” The director yells running over towards Renesmee. “What happened why did she stopped like that?” He asks kneeling down next to her.

“Nessie hey are you okay?” Moka asks shaking her freaking out. “She’s not waking up!”

Jisoo grabs Moka hands stopping her. “Shaking her isn’t going to help.” Jisoo says trying to calm her down. “Calm down Moka.”

Renesmee groans moving her head. She reaches up touching her forehead as she sits up. “Hey take it easy.” Their manager says seeing her move.

Renesmee looks up at them humming. “Why are you all standing over me?” She asks pushing herself up but slips falling back down.

Moka whines pulling free from Jisoo. “I’m sorry unnie I didn’t mean to kick you.” Moka says wrapping her arms around Renesmee.

“I told you take it easy.” Their manager says again sighing. “What is going on with you?” He asks helping her up.

“Huh what are you talking about?” Renesmee asks looking at him then the others.

“Nessie you literally you stopped right in the middle of your part.” He says looking at her face checking her eyes.

“Sis you’re starting to scare us now are you okay?” Jisoo says moving closer to Renesmee.

Renesmee looks over at the girls and they stand there with wide eyes. She smiles pushing her hair back. “Girls I’m fine I promise, just tired and the sooner we finish the sooner we get back to the hotel.”

“Renesmee when was the last time you slept?” Their manager asks looking at her.

“Funny make fun of the girl who can’t sleep.” Renesmee says folding her arms looking away. “I swear I’m fine now let finish this so I can leave.” Renesmee adds walking back over to the set.

Their manager sighs looking at the director. “Take it from the top.” He says and the director nods getting ready.

“From the top then we change outfits!”

The girls get ready again starting from the beginning. Renesmee nods singing along to the song as they start filming. Once the girls finish for the day they head back to the hotel to rest. Renesmee sits in her room looking at her phone thinking for a bit.

Jisoo opens the door walking into Renesmee room looking around. “You said you would be sleep.” She says seeing Renesmee on her phone.

Renesmee nods humming before looking up from her phone. “I need to take a shower first.” She says pointing to her night clothes. “Where are you girls going?” She asks locking her phone before pluging it up.

“Just out to eat and shopping that’s it.” Jisoo says nodding watching her. “We may go live on IG or V live.” She adds smiling and Renesmee hums grabbing her clothes walking to the bathroom.

“Okay have fun buy me that shirt I told you about with the hat.” Renesmee says patting Jisoo shoulder walking pass her. “Have fun don’t stay out to late okay.”

“Okay night sis.” Jisoo nods walking out the room as Renesmee turns the shower on closing the door.

August 17, 2019

The girls stand backstage hearing the fans as they wait to start. Renesmee bounces on her toes rubbing her neck. “Are you ready?” Moka asks looking at her and Renesmee smiles nodding her head.

“Yes everything is great and I’m ready to have fun.” She says pushing her hair back looking back at Moka. “Remember girls let’s go out there and have fun okay.”

“Angels on 3!”

Sora counts off as the girls stand in a circle putting their hands together. “3!”

“Angels!” They yell before running out the room heading towards the stage.

Once the show starts the girls give it their all having fun messing with the fans. When they get to their first talk session they stand there holding their mics. “1….2…3…Gimmie, Gimmie your love Royal 1004!”

“Hello we are Royal 1004!” They yell bowing to the fans and they start screaming. The girls all greet and introduce themselves to the fans.

“Cali what’s good!” Sora screams into her mic smiling as she waves.

The fans start screaming again and the girls start laughing watching them. “Who’s ready to have some fun tonight?” Yaling asks smiling as she stands there messing with her hair.

“We are so happy to be back here in LA bring you guys our first tour and we hope to bring you many more.” Renesmee starts talking looking out at the fans nodding. “We have a lot of surprises for you guys and we hope you all have fun partying with us tonight!”

Once they finish they head back to change outfits before countining the show. As the night goes on Renesmee stands back stage getting ready for her next stage with Jisoo, Xiaoling, and Moka. The others run into the room as Sora does her solo stage.

After the four oldest finish getting ready they run out getting into place. When Sora runs off stage the vcr starts playing as the lights change. The girls make their way to their start point as they wait for the song to start.

Once they start the fans go crazy seeing their outfits. Renesmee smiles taking the center as she sings her part of the song. As the girls get down to the dance break of the song they smile having fun flirting with the fans as they dance.

When they finish their stage they head off to get changed again. “I’m so happy we got to do the song.” Jisoo says hugging Renesmee jumping up and down.

“I know now finish getting ready.” Renesmee laughs hugging her back before pulling free to get changed.

Halfway through the show the girls stop and have another talk session. “So are you guys having fun?”

The fans start screaming waving their lightsticks. “I love the energy in here, I love all the banners.” Chaoxing says pushing her hair out her face.

“I love seeing the meme pictures too.”

“I don’t know about that.” Yiyang says looking around.

Moka smirks walking over closer to fans pointing to a fan poster. The fans smiles handing her the poster before walking back over. “Why not this one looks nice.”

Moka laughs looking back at the screen then at Yiyang. “Heh that’s from the Halloween episode of our show.” Eunjin says laughing and Yiyang pouts. “She was so scared.”

“Yah don’t laugh at her and if I remember you were just as scared.” Renesmee says putting her hand on her hip.

“She was so scared that same night she sleep in my bed.” Sora says nodding and Eunjin pouts hitting Sora arm.

“Unnie!” Eunjin whines hitting her still.

Sora laughs grabbing Eunjin wrist pulling her closer. “Oh please you know you love me.” Sora wraps her arm around Eunjin waist.

The fans start screaming watching them. Moka walks back over handing the fan their poster. “Kiss!” Roxay yells jumping on Renesmee smiling.

The fans start chanting kiss and Renesmee smirks watching them holding up Roxay. Sora smirks leaning closer. Eunjin yelps trying pull free.

“Kiss!” Roxay says again laughing.

Eunjin shakes her head still trying to get free. Sora kisses her cheek before letting Eunjin go. Eunjin screams falling to the stage floor shaking her head.

Renesmee laughs covering her mouth and Eunjin looks up at her. Renesmee walks over holding her hand out. “I’ll buy you some ice cream later.”

Eunjin smiles taking Renesmee hand jumping back up. She hugs Renesmee kissing her cheek and Renesmee smirks. “I want ice cream too!” Moka says holding up her hand.

“If they get ice cream I want brownies.” Roxay says tilting her head.

“I want cake!” Jisoo says jumping up looking at Renesmee. “Please sis buy me cake.”

“Alright I’ll buy it now all of you stop with the puppy look.” Renesmee says walking around the stage carrying Roxay on her back.

Chaoxing stands there pouting still looking at the stage floor. “Why are you still pouting?” Renesmee asks looking at her as she walks back to her spot.

“I want lobster and steak.” Chaoxing speaks folding her arms.

“Fine.”

“Really?” Chaoxing says looking up and Renesmee just nods. She runs over jumping on Renesmee hugging her.

Renesmee hums wrapping her arm around Chaoxing. “On with the show!” Moka says as they run off to get changed.

Once the girls change they come back out to finish the rest of the show. After the concert the girls head back to the hotel. Renesmee yawns pushing her hair back before putting her hoodie on.

“I’ll be back.” Renesmee says grabbing her phone and wallet. “Don’t touch my stuff and I mean it.” She adds walking out the room closing the door.

Jisoo hums looking at the door. “Alright she is gone now to see what’s going on.” She says jumping up walking over to Renesmee bag.

“Unnie don’t you’re going to get in trouble.” Yiyang says looknig at Jisoo and Jisoo just smirk. Yiyang sighs shaking her head looking back at her phone.

Renesmee walks back in but stops seeing Jisoo looking in her bag. “What are you doing?” Renesmee says looking at Jisoo and the girls jump hearing her. Jisoo yelps falling back onto the floor and Renesmee sighs shaking her head.

“What are you doing back so soon?” Chaoxing asks looking at Renesmee and she walks over to her bag.

“I grabbed the wrong card so I had to caomeback before going to pick up the food.” Renesmee speaks grabbing her other wallet putting the first back zipping her bag up. “Stay out of my stuff or I’ll shave your head.” She says looking at Jisoo.

“Got it.” Jisoo gets walking back over to the couch sitting down.

August 21, 2019

As the girls get ready for their last stop on their American tour Renesmee looks at her phone reading her messages from Jongin, WinWin and Taeyong. She facetimes Taeyong as she fixes her shoes waiting for him to answer.

“Hello?” He says titlting his head watching her.

“You really added three more tracks and changed the rap for the first song?” Renesmee says looking back at the screen and he just smiles. “Don’t just smile at me.”

“What I got an idea so I had to work really fast to get it done; that is before I forgot it.” He says nodding eating his cake. “Just check them I promise they fit the album.”

“Who’s that?” Moka asks walking over after she was done. “Oh hey Taeyong oppa; what happened?” She asks looking back at Renesmee and Renesmee sighs shaking her head.

“I told him to just go over and make a few changes to the songs we did.” Renesmee says looking up at Moka and she nods. “He changed the whole rap part and added three new songs for the album.”

“Oh send them to me so I can hear them.” Moka says smiling before walking off getting her mic set.

“Well Tae I have to go last concert before we come back home.” Renesmee says getting up walking over to the table getting her mic set as well. “See you in a few days.”

Once the concert starts Renesmee and Jisoo run amuck having fun being in their home town of Texas. “Texas make some noise!” Renesmee screams into her microphone and the fans start screaming.

“1….2….3”

“Gimmie, Gimmie your love Royal 1004!”

“Hello we are Royal 1004!” They all say bowing to the fans.

Houston!” Jisoo screams and the others laugh watching her. “Woo it’s good to be home.”

The girls all introduce themselves before talking about the show. “So this is H Town?” Sora says pushing her hair back. “It is great to be here in the state that raised our brave and lovely queen leader.”

“Texas is big but I have yet to see a horse.” Roxay says putting her hand on her hip. “The bbq is to die for I hear.”

“I told you we don’t just all ride horses here.” Renesmee says looking at Roxay. Roxay pouts folding her arms. “You wanna see a horse that bad?”

“Yes I do.” Roxay replies tilting her head.

“Then I’ll take y’all by the farm tomorrow but as of now we’re in the south and it’s time to go big or go home.”

“Yeah so let’s turn up and get down and dirty!” Chaoxing yells holding onto her mic.

The girls’ comeback getting ready to preform Lollipop and My Sweet Heart. Once they finish the girls get ready for their solo/group stages. After the first half of the show the girls stop to talk again.

“So H-Town are you all having a good time?” Yiyang asks pushing her hair back. She smiles hearing the fans screaming. “Tonight has been one of the best best night on this tour.”

“Hearing and seeing y’all dance and sing to to our music is the best feeling in the world.”

“She’s right.” Chaoxing says putting her arm around Yiyang. “To be honest thinking back to last year I never thought this would happen.”

“I didn’t think we would get a win; let alone a whole tour.” She adds looking at Yiyang then back at the fans. “And now to be standing in front of a sold out show is really crazy.”

“We really love y’all and appreciate you guys so much.”

Renesmee looks at the girls nodding her head. “Yeah without you guys and girls we would not be here today on this stage.” Renesmee says tilting her head to the side. “So because of the love you give us we wrote you a special song and we hope you all like it.”

The girls’ nods walking off after the stage changes and they get into place. Renesmee and Roxay walk over taking the guitars before walking back over to the others. The staff runs over setting up their mic stands before running off. The lights change and the girls smile seeing the string light start to appear.

Roxay looks over at Renesmee nodding as they start to play the beginning of the song. Renesmee closes her eyes getting into the music as she hears Yiyang start off the song. The fans go silent hearing Yiyang sing for the first time ever.

As the night goes on the girls have fun giving it their all before ending the show. “We hope you all had an amazing time.” Chaoxing says putting her hand on her hip.

“I honestly don’t want to leave.” Sora says pouting pushing her hair back out of her face. “I had so much fun tonight.”

The fans start screaming hearing her and Renesmee looks around humming then goes back to playing with her toy. Roaxy stands there watching her before taking the toy looking at it and Renesmee pouts looking at her. Roxay smiles fixing the toy before playing with it.

“Seeing all the banners and poster was breathtaking.” Jisoo says and the others just nod agreeing with her.

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Day 12: Movie Night

Whoops, my finger slipped and now there’s a modern day AU.

This is one of the longer ones because I just loved the prompt so much. :)

Jude tucked the cupcake tin beneath his arm and patted his pockets for the fifteenth time since he’d left his apartment. Keys, check. Worry stone, check. Twenty dollars emergency money, check. Extra sprinkles, double check.

Jude breathed a sigh of relief, glad he hadn’t forgotten or somehow misplaced anything along the way. He paused for a moment, suddenly remembering that he hadn’t thought to ask Kul what his favor flavor of cake was.

Jude hoped he liked pink lemonade.

He stood in front of the door for another long moment. Jude rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet anxiously. Praying that he wouldn’t have to explain his gaping lack of movie knowledge to his date, Jude took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Kul swung it open. He clicked his tongue and grinned.

“Hey!” Kul opened the door wider, “Come on in.”

Tentatively, Jude stepped inside. Eyeing Kul’s pajama pants and tank top, Jude worried he might have overdressed for the occasion. Kul didn’t seem to notice.

“I brought some cupcakes,” Jude said. “Sorry, I’m not sure what flavor you like, but I found this cool recipe online for pink lemonade cupcakes and I thought it would be fun to try, so um, yeah.” Jude trailed off awkwardly, aware he’d been rambling.

Kul smiled brightly at him.

“Sounds great! I’ve never tried that before. I made us something, too, but it’s nowhere near as fancy as pink lemonade cupcakes.”

Crossing the room to the coffee table, Kul proudly displayed two metal bowls with a fluffy looking yellowy substance inside.

“Ta-da! Microwave popcorn!”

“Oh. Neat,” Jude said.

Kul shrugged and crossed the room again, this time stopping by his tv stand. Pulling open the doors, he revealed several rows of DVD and VCR cases. He turned back to Jude, his silvery eyes questioning.

“So, what do you want to watch?”

Jude looked at the titles. Finding Nemo, Star Wars, and An American Tail? Either that last one was made by someone with really bad grammar, or Jude was missing something. He sat back and hummed thoughtfully. He hummed some more.

He had no idea what any of those movies were about.

The only one that sounded even a little familiar was Nightmare on Elm Street- one of his brother’s favorites- and Jude knew he did not want to watch that.

“Umm… what about that one?” Jude suggested, pointing to a random title that caught his eye.

Kul picked it up and ran his finger along the case’s spine, reading the braille that was embossed there. He smiled.

“The Lion King? Great choice. It’s a classic.”

“Really? I’ve never seen it,” Jude admitted.

Kul let out an exaggerated gasp.

“You’ve never seen The Lion King? Get your ass over to that couch, mister, we’re watching it right now,” Kul turned back to him. “You don’t mind audio descriptions, do you?”

“Nope.”

Kul nodded.

“Good, ‘cause I’m putting them on.”

Jude settled in to the plush cushions while Kul pushed the tape into the VCR player.

“I brought some blankets out. You can pick whichever one you like,” Kul informed him without turning around.

Jude grabbed the one with stars on it and wrapped it around his shoulders. He plucked a few pieces of popcorn from the bowl, eyeing them curiously. Popping one into his mouth, Jude paused.

Huh. Crunchy. And buttery. Not what he expected, but still good.

The tv came to life with a loud droning noise that quickly cut out as Kul zoomed past the previews. After about a minute, he stood and dusted his hands off.

“Alright! Movie night is a go!”

“Woo!” Jude cheered.

Kul settled in beside him with the other blanket- this one had arrows on it -and wrapped an arm around Jude. He snuggled into Kul’s chest and watched the scenes unfold. Jude quickly found himself enraptured in the movie. He mindlessly popped kernels into his mouth while Scar sang about his evil plans.

Jude knew Scar was supposed to be the villain, yet he couldn’t help but like the song. It was, as their mutual friend Seben would put it, ‘an absolute bop’.

And then Mufasa died.

Beside him, Kul felt Jude shaking. At first he thought he might be laughing, then his ears caught the sound of a quiet sniffle. Lurching forward, Kul grabbed the remote and paused the movie.

“Woah, hey, what’s wrong?”

Jude sniffled again. Kul heard his hand brush against his jeans as he searched for something in his pocket. Jude rubbed at his worry stone for a few minutes before answering.

“S-sorry,” he sobbed. “I-I just- Mufasa was his brother and he-he just” Jude flapped his hands in a shoving motion, “I don’t understand! I never did anything bad to him!” Jude cried. “Why does he hate me?”

Kul froze.

“We’re not talking about the movie anymore, are we?” he asked cautiously.

Jude sniffled again.

“Sorry,” he said again, “Maybe I should go.”

“Is that what you want to do?”

Jude went silent for a moment.

“No,” he croaked.

“Okay. Did you want to talk about it?”

“Not yet.”

Kul stroked his hair gently.

“Alright.”

Jude leaned into him. Wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, Kul toyed with his hair and hummed what he hoped was a soothing song. Jude returned the embrace and shoved his face into Kul’s neck. It felt unpleasantly wet, but Kul didn’t care about that at the moment.

Once his sobs quieted, Kul reached out and grabbed one of the cupcakes from the tin. He presented it to Jude.

“Would a cupcake help you feel better?”

Jude remained silent. Kul waited.

“Maybe,” he mumbled finally.

Sitting up, Jude accepted the cupcake. Kul picked one out for himself and they bit into them at the same time. Kul felt his lips pucker.

“Urgh,” Jude said, “too much lemon.”

Kul laughed.

“Yeah. Not enough ‘ade’.”

That at least got a chuckle from him.

Jude leaned into his side, still nibbling on the cupcake despite his earlier complaint. Kul buried his fingers in Jude’s thick hair, gently massaging his scalp.

“Do you feel okay to talk about it now?”

Jude stiffened beside him. Kul heard his hair whipping back and forth as he shook his head.

“Maybe another day.”

Kul smoothed his hair back and pressed a kiss to his temple.

“Alright. Another day, then.”

“Thanks,” Jude mumbled. “Can we still watch the movie?” he asked in a small voice, “I want to see how it ends.”

“Yeah, of course. Just tell me when you’re ready.”

He caught the sound of Jude’s finger tapping against his thigh.

“Ready.”

Kul pressed play.

To his great surprise, Jude enjoyed the rest of the movie. Timon and Pumbaa actually made him laugh a few times, and the scene where Nala and Simba fell in love had him cuddling even closer to Kul.

Circle of life played in the background as Rafiki held Simba and Nala’s baby aloft. The movie ended and Kul switched the tv off.

“That was really cute. Kinda sad, but I liked it,” Jude said.

“I’m glad. Do you like Disney movies? We can watch another one next time, if you want.”

Jude turned to him, confused.

“What’s the difference between a Disney movie and a regular one?”

Kul gasped in mock horror. He fell back against the arm of his couch, placing a hand over his heart dramatically.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Kul asked him very intensely.

“Uh, well, I was going to try and fix up that cupcake recipe so it isn’t so sour and-”

Kul waved him off.

“Nope. That can wait. I’ll be right back.”

Abruptly, Kul stood and disappeared down the hall. He returned with what was clearly a set of pajamas in hand. He shoved them at Jude.

“You know where the bathroom is. Get changed. Someone needs to educate you on Disney.”

Thanks for reading!

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Ear-sy Rider II: Reconnect chapter 1 - New Bacon-ings

for @ever-so-reylo

Not sure why I haven’t been posting this here from the beginning. Maybe cause I was doing it on my phone and that’s hard to do? I dunno

Anyway, here is a gift fic for Ever So Reylo, fellow Bob’s Burgers fanatic and amazing writer (but y’all already know that)

Former mortal enemies, nemeses even, Rey and Ben reconnect after Ben comes back into town. A Bob’s Burgers/Reylo mashup

“Oh my God, Poe! You can’t just let him in here!” Rey shouted as her sister Rose’s long time friend and sometimes romantic rival opened the front door of her family’s restaurant to let in a very round, very old raccoon. The critter’s nails clicked across the worn linoleum floor as it scampered toward Poe’s stool at the bar and sat, waiting expectantly. She couldn’t muster much malice in her voice, though. She was about to close up shop and join Maz and Chewie upstairs, and the raccoon was practically a family pet at this point. She heaved an exaggerated sigh and retrieved the little bowl Maz had set aside under the counter, the name “BB8” painted lovingly in grey and orange around the cracked porcelain vessel. She carefully sloshed a couple of ounces of Merlot into the bowl and handed it to Poe, who set it on the floor. The animal lapped it up greedily and used his paws to judiciously wash up when he was finished.

“He’s neater than you,” Rey teased.

Poe rolled his eyes and made a sound that sounded like air hissing out of a pipe. He twisted his hips on his stool while he finished his beer and the rest of his fries, the once sparkly red vinyl cracking and squeaking as he spun.

Rey suppressed a groan. They’d need to replace the seats again soon. It had been ages since it’d been done last. She hoped the supplier was still around. Rey picked up a clean bar rag and and wetted it so she could start wiping down the counter. Poe got up and let BB8 back outside, flicking the main light switch and “Open” sign off. Only the small lights over the bar were on now, the entire restaurant cast in a soft dim light. The sickly yellow pallor from the street lights could barely reach through the glass, and Rey could just make out the sign for Sheev’s Pizzeria (the Original!) through the fog and mist. She rubbed the Formica counter a bit harder and started muttering under her breath. Although Sheev Palpatine was no longer around to harass her foster dad Chewie, she felt like he’d put up that sign just to annoy him. Palpatine had franchised his restaurant years ago and moved away from Seymour’s Bay “for his health.” He came back every now and then to check on things and trade barbs with Chewie and Maz, but otherwise he was no longer a part of their lives, for which Rey was grateful.

She set her rag aside and began to pick at The Spot on the counter, the one no one had been able to get out since the damn thing had been installed decades ago. She huffed into her palm. Pick. Pick. Pick.

“Something on your mind, Sport?” Poe asked as he brushed fry crumbs and ketchup from his mouth.

Rey pushed back against the counter’s edge and went to grab her own beer from the cooler. Snapping it it open, she took a long thoughtful sip before she answered. She’d moved back a couple of years ago to help Maz and Chewie go through old things and ended up sticking around. As Chewie and Maz had gotten older, it was impossible to miss how they struggled to accomplish the tasks needed to keep the business going everyday. Rey didn’t mind. She’d always wanted to take over Takodana Cantina when she was older, but she couldn’t help feeling like something was missing. Maybe things left unsaid or undone. To whom or what, she had no clue. Moving back to Seymour’s Bay had dredged up strange feelings of yearning and nostalgia that she had no idea how to deal with, so she often shoved them aside and chose to live in some strange emotional purgatory. It worked for her.

“Arthritis is a bitch,” Rey muttered finally, taking another swig of her beer.

Poe barked a laugh, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Rey knew Poe was going through his fair share of strange feelings too. Well, maybe not strange. Just, a lot. He and Finn had broken up, again, and Finn was dating Rose now. Again. Rey didn’t see why the three of them couldn’t just be together, but apparently Rose couldn’t stand Poe. Or something. Rose always mumbled when she talked about Poe. To be fair, Poe had a tendency to mumble about Rose, too.

Rey was pretty sure they were all in love with each other, but just couldn’t admit it due to years of childhood rivalry. She gave Poe a sympathetic smile. They’d figure it out. They had to.

“Hey, you about done? I need to lock up here,” Rey said.

Poe wiped his face with his napkin and chugged the last swig of his beer. “Yup,” he coughed as he tugged his worn leather jacket on. “Thanks for listening.”

He pushed his way outside, turning up his collar at the damp, and flipped a wave goodbye. Rey tried to plaster a smile on her face as she waved back, thankful when Poe stepped out of view. Her face fell back into its familiar morose expression as she continued to sip her beer and wipe down the counter and tables. Overall, she enjoyed this time of day, closing time. The air was still and mostly quiet, the only sounds the groaning of the large refrigerator in the kitchen and the pipes in the crawl space. She could hear the hum from Biggs’ furnace next door, and tried not to think too hard about why it was on and instead focused on the soothing white noise.

Absentmindedly, perhaps to cover up the sound of the furnace, she started to whistle the theme song from her favorite Hawk & Chick movie, Hawk & Chick versus Seaweed Monster, a genuine smile creeping up on her. She remembered when she and Chewie had to improvise the dubbing on stage during an impromptu film festival. Rey laughed to herself and decided she’d pop it in the VCR when she got back upstairs. Maybe make some popcorn. Rey stopped wiping the table she was cleaning and took a step back, holding her arms around her middle. She wrapped the nostalgic feeling around her like a blanket, allowing herself to bask in the warmth of her memories for just a moment.

Rey finished the rest of her cleaning quickly and switched off the bar lights.

“Good night, Restaurant,” she murmured to the dark interior as she pushed open the door. The night air was thick with mist and fog, the smell of sea salt strong in her nose. She could hear the rush of a car here and there a couple of streets away from Ocean Avenue and the sounds of the late night revellers at Wonder Wharf as she turned the key in the stubborn lock and headed for the apartment door. Her hand hovered over the handle for a moment, the mist in the air clinging to her skin. Distinctive laughter cut through the night air like a knife, shrill and biting. Hux and Phasma. Rey groaned inwardly. They had always been more of Rose’s problem than hers, but that didn’t mean they ignored each other. Unfortunately.

Rey tried to hurry and unlock the front door when Hux’s simultaneously deep and whining voice called out to her, “Hey, Rey!” He and Phasma snickered at the rhyme.

Rey rolled her eyes and plastered on her fake smile and turned around to see the pale red headed man and the fabulously tall platinum blonde behind her, inseparable as always with knowing smiles on their faces. Rey didn’t like that look. It meant they knew something she didn’t and were about to burst a bubble she didn’t even know she had. “Hey, guys!” Rey replied as cheerfully as she could. “What’s up?”

Hux and Phasma shared a look between each other before Hux spoke in a mock conspiratorial tone, “Did you hear who’s coming back to town?”

“No, I didn’t. Tourists?” Rey replied in a wry tone, dropping her fake smile.

“Don’t be thick,” Phasma said, rolling her eyes and snapping her gum.

Rey turned fully around and crossed her arms defensively. “Look, I just want to go upstairs and relax. Why don’t you just say what you came here to say and go to The Desire Dungeon, or whatever the hell it’s called, thinking you pissed me off, and we can all have a pleasant evening, okay?”

“Geez, don’t get so defensive,” Hux said in his weird nasally voice. “We just thought, as friends…,”

Rey gave Hux a speaking glance.

“As acquaintances, we should tell you that Doctor Ben Solo will be back in town. You guys knew each other right?”

Rey felt the color drain from her face. Oh, she knew Ben Solo. Practically everyone in town knew she knew Ben Solo. Her nemesis as a child, her torment as a teenager, a fleeting dream as an adult. And, if she was honest with herself, probably the reason she felt so weird about being back in town. Hux and Phasma smiled in an infuriatingly superior way. She rammed her keys back in her jacket pocket and shoved between them.

“Fuck you, Hux,” she snarled as she strode down the sidewalk, heading she knew not where but trusting her feet to get her there safely. Hux and Phasma headed in the opposite direction, cackling wickedly.

Rey stalked quickly down the sidewalk, head down and hands fisted in her jeans pockets. She slowed when she eventually turned off Ocean Avenue, her pace becoming more shuffling. Pebbles and stones bounced against the rubber heel of her black Converse as she kicked them half heartedly, only to encounter them again after a few feet. It was darker here, quieter, colder. The sounds of the rocks clattering along the pavement seemed to echo all around her as Rey came to a stop. She was at The Steps. The stone steps where she’d first met Ben when she was nine years old. He’d been a teenager then, and a bully. He’d taken her hat, a silly pink thing with rabbit ears, probably her most cherished possession at the time. She’d gone...a bit overboard in her response perhaps. But, if a nine year old has access to the leader of an outlaw biker gang, it’s only natural she’d call him up to help deal with a bully. Yeah, just a little overboard in hindsight.

Rey sat down on the steps and stared at the tops of her shoes, hands limp between her knees. He’d tormented her all through her childhood with pranks and, just, his general existence. It was easy for a nine year old Rey to make him into her nemesis, and her into his. What sixteen year old wants to lose face to a nine year old? He’d tormented her in a much different way when she reached her teens and he started college, although he seemed to have forgotten her completely by then. That hurt worse than the childhood teasing and jokes to a scrawny high school girl with a crush on a college boy. She thanked whatever God was out there for Rose, who had helped her get her feelings out on paper, and for Dopheld who insisted she practice all of the ridiculous dance routines he made up on the fly so he could “visualize his art.” It helped her forget. She still thought about Ben sometimes, especially now that she’d moved back and saw reminders of their shared past everywhere she went. She wondered how college had gone for him. His parents had pushed him into a very prestigious university, and he’d gone on to medical school. She wondered if it had been what he wanted. He was a doctor now, as Hux had so kindly pointed out, so he must have been okay with it.

She was grateful Maz and Chewie had never been that way. Then again, they’d always struggled to keep their heads above water, so maybe that was just a result of their focus needing to be on the family’s survival rather than their futures. Things seemed to have turned out well enough, however. Dopheld was a choreographer in New York and Rose was a fairly successful author. And Rey had more or less taken over the restaurant, which had now seen a fair share of success thanks to Millennials who tended to shun chains and franchises in favor of local places like hers.

Rey heaved a loud rumbling sigh and chastised herself for feeling so maudlin. Why did she let him occupy her thoughts at all? There was no way she occupied his. He’d probably stopped thinking about her the second he became a high school senior. A junior even. Chewie would say something about how she was letting him live in her head rent free, or some other weird parent bullshit that sounded helpful but ultimately wasn’t.

Why had she even stopped here? Damn subconscious. Rey pushed on her knees and stood up, straightening her My Chemical Romance t-shirt back over her hips. She turned to head toward Wonder Wharf, thinking she might ride the Ferris Wheel or the Scream-i-cane when a voice called out to her from behind, stopping her dead in her tracks, soft and low and deep, like caramelized sugar.

“The only thing missing is your ears,” Ben Solo murmured. “I’m sure I gave those back to you when we were kids.”

Rey blinked at him, completely overcome with something. Something fragile and precious that left her awash in warmth and pain and softness. It was too much, too many conflicting things and she hated it. And he stood there, appearing completely unaffected and looking better than anyone had a right to look. Rey knew she had grown since she was nine, and he still towered over her as he always had, but he was broader now, the perfect tailoring of his jeans and his well fitted black jacket making him appear even more so. His hair was still thick and dark, his mouth teasing and expressive. He looked expensive, like something in a store she’d been told not to touch in case she broke it. Like something so out of her sphere of existence it was a surprise they’d crossed paths at all.

And yet, he’d remembered her ears. Rey fingered the hem of her oversized jacket. She’d dressed much the same in high school. Jeans and band t-shirts and Converse. And her ears. He’d remembered her ears.

He’d remembered her ears.

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Sleepover - Josuyasu Week 2018

Prompt: Sleepover.

Words: 1400

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16661549

My third JosuYasu fic for this amazing event. Damn, these fics are getting longer. Also, I am barely making it on time (it’s 11:20pm Tuesday here), because I watched some Diamond is Unbreakable episodes to get the timeline right. And instead of just checking, I watched the whole last eight episodes because I have no self control. It’s kinda in the same universe as my other fics for the Josuyasu Week 2018. But you don’t have to read those to understand, Still unbeta’ed, and errors are still mine. If you find any, let me know so I can fix ‘em. Enjoy!

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This was not exactly how Josuke imagined his first sleepover with Okuyasu. In fact, in his mind, they would have been at Okuyasu’s since, you know, less parental supervision, Nijimura-san notwithstanding. They would watch some movies on his shitty TV and VCR, maybe he could even bring the N64 and some games. But nope. Sleepover at Josuke’s. Doing homework like good kids, and tomorrow finding clues to find a serial killer. That Thursday had sure been eventful. Not only they had one Stand fight after another, and even a third Stand appeared and was defeated by Rohan and Koichi, but his mom had been put in danger. That Enigma bastard was lucky he didn’t tear him up page by page. Thankfully, Mikitaka, Yuuya, and especially Okuyasu were there to help. And then Koichi told him earlier that night that this grade-school kid Kawajiri Hayato knew something about Kira. They were meeting the next day at 8:30 am at the intersection with the huge Pepsi sign. Hopefully the investigation will be fruitful, so they could be close to defeat Kira once and for all.

He was originally just going to call Okuyasu about the plan, but then he just blurted to his friend to come over to stay the night, which he agreed to readily. He was probably expecting a night of fun. Convincing his mom was harder, but after her “fainting episode”, she was distracted enough to not put too much of a fight. Besides, Tomoko liked Okuyasu. She did tell him, they better be fast asleep by 11pm. As thus it was 10:30pm, and they were in Josuke’s bedroom finishing their homework, using the notes Yukako kindly gave them. Well, that she kindly gave Koichi, and thus Josuke. They didn’t even ask how she had those notes when she didn’t even go to their class. Girls in love could be scary. Koichi was such a pal he asked for her own notes to give to Okuyasu, since they actually had classes together. “Man, why are we doing this, if we are going to be late to school anyway?” Okuyasu complained while hitting his head on Josuke’s low table. “We already ditched school today, dude. I don’t think our homeroom teachers will be happy if we are late without our homework”. Josuke repressed a yawn. He didn’t sleep well the night before. “But we are badass delinquents, Josuke” Okuyasu sprawled on the floor. “Dude, you eat strawberry ice-cream every Monday and try to pet all the dogs and cats you encounter.” “And I do those like a badass!” The so-called “delinquent” pumped a fist in the air. “Then go finish your homework like a badass so we can sleep, and get up on time to go all good-cop/bad-cop on a grade-schooler.” By the time Okuyasu finished his homework, Josuke was sleeping on the table, having finished his own some minutes ago. He woke up when he felt something on his hair. He opened on eye, and saw Okuyasu hastily removing his hand. It was proof of their undying friendship that Josuke didn’t comment on Okuyasu touching the pomp. “Hey, man. Are you done?” “Yeah. Your mom was here a couple of minutes ago to say she had run a bath for us.” Josuke did open both eyes for that. “You wanna go first?” “Nah man, it’s your house. Go wash while I tidy up here. I should be done by the time you start your soak.” Josuke was once again about to fall asleep, this time in his tub, by the time Okuyasu walked into the bathroom. He woke up quickly for that. Damn. He had forgotten an important fact. In order to share a bath, they both had to be naked. And thus, this was the first time Josuke had seen Okuyasu with so little clothes. Basically just a small towel around his hips. One of Josuke’s small towels. “Hey Josuke!” Okuyasu’s smile froze on his face as he looked at Josuke in the tub. But unlike Josuke who was trying and failing to keep his eyes on his face and not on all the display of tanned, toned and scarred flesh; Okuyasu couldn’t seem to keep his eyes away from Josuke’s face… Or rather, his hair. Yep, that was the first time Okuyasu had seen Josuke without his signature hairdo. His long black hair brushed his shoulders, making an even bigger contrast with his pale skin and blue eyes. Okuyasu blushed. Josuke, thinking Okuyasu noticed he was being a perv, blushed back. “So um, there’s the shower and you can use my shampoo and bodywash if you want to.” Josuke looked away and pointed at said items. “Huh. Yeah. Of course. Thank you, Josuke.” And because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut, he blurted. “You look a lot like your mom with your hair down.” “S-shut up, dude!” Josuke blushed all the way down his chest, remembering all the times Okuyasu had called his mom hot. With the blush slowly receding, Okuyasu also noted how pink Josuke’s nipples were. He cleared his throat and decided to take a cold shower. He turned around towards the detachable shower head and all the bath thingies Josuke and Tomoko apparently collected. He grabbed one at random and started washing himself. It smelled like strawberries. This was Tomoko’s. Okuyasu blushed and took more care in selecting a shampoo. The second one he opened smelled like Josuke. There’s a winner. Meanwhile Josuke was waiting for the perfect moment to escape to his room. He was far from relaxed now, peaking every once in a while at Okuyasu giving his body a perfunctory wash. Josuke noted his hair was treated with more care, which he approved of with a hum. Okuyasu heard it, and turned towards Josuke, who turned away quickly and faked relaxing in the tub. After rising his body and hair, Okuyasu stood up… and dropped the towel. Totally accidental! Both yelped. With Josuke tripping in the tub, and being underwater for a second or two. And Okuyasu tripping with the small stool while trying to reach for the towel before it touched the floor. It all happened in a couple of seconds, but they made enough noise to make Tomoko knock on the door. “Everything alright, boys?” “Yes, Tomoko-san!” “Yes, mom!” “Alright then. Hurry up and leave the bathroom so you can sleep. Tomorrow is a school day!” Josuke took advantage of Okuyasu’s distraction to leave the tub. When his friend turned around, Josuke already had a towel around his hips, and was walking towards the door. “The tub is all yours, buddy!” He smiled at Okuyasu without actually looking at him, grabbed some more towels and sprinted off toward his room. By the time Okuyasu returned to Josuke’s room, he had calmed down and was in his bed. Feeling more confident, he just raised his covers and make some room for his buddy. Okuyasu quickly took him on his offer. There was another problem Josuke didn’t foresee. While his bed was very comfortable that he could sprawl over it when he was all by himself, adding another large teenager meant a lot less room. Well, it’s not like they usually respected personal space anyway, and with both properly dressed that shouldn’t be a problem. But it was a problem. None could find a comfortable position, and kept moving around until… “Ugh! Stop squirming! We need to sleep so we can be in our best shape for tomorrow’s investigation!” “This bed ain’t big enough for both of us, Josuke!” “Yes, it is!” And so Josuke just turned Okuyasu on his side and cuddled him. “There! See! We fit!” Okuyasu froze for a second, and then completely relaxed. Ah, peace and quiet. And Josuke was so warm too! He was glad the days weren’t too hot yet. This was the best! “But why do I have to be the little spoon?” Josuke gritted his teeth. “Because you are shorter!” “By 2cm! And I have way more muscles so I might be slightly shorter but I am bigger!” “Shut up, Okuyasu. We need to sleep. You can be the big spoon next time!” “Fine.” Okuyasu smiled and mouthed to himself. “Next time.” Both boys fell asleep after that. All comfortable and happy and safe. The next day, Kawajiri Hayato called Josuke, telling him to not be late to the meeting with his friends.

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