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sevlgi · 3 years

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hit and run

requested: no

group: blackpink

pairing: rosé x fem!reader

genre: a shit ton of angst, some fluff

contents: idol!rosé, actress!y/n, closeted!rosé, costar!au, slight enemies-to-lovers, unhappy endings because i’m a bitch, a lot of attempted cinematic parallels, italicized dialogue is when they’re speaking as their characters

warnings: slight homophobia

synopsis: There’s absolutely no reason for you to get involved with a costar who you should hate by all accounts. But of course, you manage to forget that love is usually more like a hit-and-run than a cruise ship.

a/n: while i was writing this, i imagined this as what happened before rosie sang “gone”, so maybe you can think of it like that too? i’m honestly so terrified of this flopping lmao...

for a little background on the film: Y/N plays Luna, a pirate captain who unknowingly sacrificed her family in order to have the power to fight the regime that Rosé’s character Helen is a part of. Helen approaches Luna, determined to help her bring justice, but Helen is unable to choose between the benefits of staying with the regime, and following what she knows is right and destroying her life as a result.

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The last thing you want to hear on the morning of your first script reading is that the actress playing your love interest in the film has changed.

“What?” you say loudly, straightening in the backseat. Your manager frowns, and you sit obediently, but the scowl doesn’t leave your face. “What do you mean the actress changed?”

“Yeah. She had to leave the movie at the last minute,” he sighs.

Sooyoung was chosen alongside you, after lengthy interviews testing whether the two of you would be able to handle your characters’ dynamic. It took weeks for the director to decide that you were the pair that she wanted, so the news that you’ll be meeting your costar for the first time in front of paparazzi is quite the shock to your system. “Shit. Then who’s the replacement?”

Your manager presses his lips together firmly before answering, “Park Chaeyoung. She’s an idol.”

You groan and slump down again. “Great. Another idol actress? Please don’t tell me that this is her first role too. Oh god, is she straight?”

“Yes to all of the above,” Chan says tensely.

Maybe you’re being dramatic, but it’s honestly a big deal. It’s the first leading role you’ve bagged, especially in a mainstream LGBTQ+ movie, and Sooyoung was the best costar you could’ve picked. You’ve never met Park Chaeyoung before, and you already know that all your plans are going to be messed up.

Chan pulls the car into the parking lot, and you scowl when you realize that most of the paparazzi have arrived. “We’re going around the back. Y/N, promise me one thing: don’t make a scene, okay?” your manager pleads. “I’m not happy about it either, but Chaeyoung has a good reputation. You’ll just ruin yours if you blow up at her.”

“I promise,” you answer through gritted teeth. You slip through the open side door as soon as you get out of the car, ignoring Chan’s call after you to have a good time like you would’ve.

To make matters worse, you don’t even get a chance to talk to the director or Chaeyoung before you’re swarmed by a crowd of reporters, even if that ‘talk’ would’ve consisted of more yelling than anything. “Y/N, Y/N!”

“Okay, let her up!” Seulgi shouts, pushing her way through. She grips your arm to lead you towards the cast table, whispering under her breath, “I’ll explain later. But just run with it, okay?”

You have plenty of problems with idol actresses, but you’ve never been inclined to say all those problems to their faces. Until now, that is. Now, you’re sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with a girl you know has absolutely no credentials to be playing the other role in your upcoming movie, resisting the urge to ball your script up and throw it in her face.

There’s nothing wrong with Park Chaeyoung as a person-- she’s admittedly gorgeous, probably sweet, and you’re sure she isn’t a bad actress in any sense. The only thing wrong with the situation is that she’s painfully straight and auditioning to be your love interest in what might be Korea’s first mainstream lesbian film, and that you have never spoken to her before.

Chaeyoung avoids your stare with a clenched jaw, and in normal circumstances, you would already be apologizing profusely for making her uncomfortable. In this circumstance, though, your obvious grudge against her only contributes to the dynamic her character is supposed to have with yours.

“Miss Kang, is it true that the actors were only picked today?”

The director grimaces, and the both of you turn to look at the cameras flashing by the sides of the room. It was never the plan to allow paparazzi to sit in on the first reading that you and Chaeyoung would be doing together, especially since it’s true that Chaeyoung was only chosen hours ago, after the original actress bailed. Even though your grudge should be against the girl who left, it’s easier to glare at the one sitting next to you. “Not exactly. Y/N has been confirmed for the role of Luna for months, but we recently added Chaeyoung as Helen. But we can assure that their chemistry will be wonderful,” Seulgi reassures the audience. What a lie.

Yet another reporter calls out, “How much of the script will we be seeing today, and when will the trailer be released?”

“Since the casting was changed today, the trailer has been delayed,” Seulgi says. You can hear the panic in her voice, and clear your throat. “As for the script… we’re only doing part of one scene that will show up in the trailer today, so we’ll just let them begin. Y/N?”

As you take a sip of water to prepare yourself, you almost hope that Chaeyoung messes up her part. It would be bad press, sure, and it would only contribute to Seulgi’s stress, but it would be satisfying for her to realize that she doesn’t deserve her part. She’s just an idol, after all, and she’s taking away representation from the people who need it.

“Are you saying you’re better than me?” you begin, your voice ice-cold.

You watch Chaeyoung’s throat bob, but her voice is steady and clear when she says her line. “No! I’m not saying that I’m better than you… but by all accounts, there’s no way you should have this power.”

“Would you be less scared then?” You pause, watch as Chaeyoung’s expression changes to the panic that her character’s would. “I’m kidding, Helen. I did things to get these powers, things that I’m not proud of.”

“Why would you do that? You’re strong… you don’t need them.”

“I’ve never been-- shit.” The tips of your ears start to burn, and suddenly, your lines are swimming before your eyes. Maybe all your hoping and wishing that Chaeyoung messes up has reflected onto you instead.

She attempts to remind you, “I haven’t always--”

“I know,” you hiss, but your voice is too loud in the silent room. Chaeyoung turns bright pink, too, but you still can’t seem to say your lines out loud. Shit, shit, shit--

“I’m just trying to help,” she sighs.

You whip your head to glare at her, and she winces at the daggers you send in her direction. “Shut the hell up--”

“Okay, the script reading will end here,” Seulgi announces loudly, and you bite down hard on your tongue. You don’t dare to look at the other cast members, don’t dare to think about how they must be guilting you for cutting their PR short. “Thank you everyone, please leave with security.”

You stay in your seat, staring at your script with burning eyes until you feel a hand on your shoulder and jolt. “Hey,” Chaeyoung reminds you, “we can leave.”

“Don’t touch me” is your only answer, and you storm out of the room. Alone.

The next time you see Chaeyoung is the next day, at a script-reading that the paparazzi knows nothing about. (You do see a friend request from a Park Chaeyoung the night before, but you ignore it.)

Seulgi attempts a smile, but it doesn’t hide the bags under her eyes. She claps and raises her voice to get the cast’s attention. “Okay, everyone. We didn’t get what we wanted yesterday, but that’s fine. Um… let’s try yesterday’s scene from Chaeyoung’s part, okay? From ‘you don’t need them’.”

Chaeyoung nods. “You’re strong… you don’t need them,” she starts, worry tinging into her voice.

“I haven’t always been strong,” you reply, your voice harsher than it should be just to stop yourself from messing up again.

“Still. Powers aren’t everything, Luna, it’s too hard to have them.”

You sigh. “Newsflash, princess. It’s harder not to.”

“But--” Chaeyoung interjects.

“Did you ever think,” you cut her off, “that I didn’t care that it’d be hard? Did you ever think that the rest of us are tired of you abusing the thing that you’re given, but we have to fight for?”

You look right to Seulgi once you finish, ignoring the part underneath that says you should look to Chaeyoung at the end of the scene. The director smiles anyway. “That was great, you two. I think you capture the tension perfectly, which is a relief.”

You fight the urge to laugh. “I know that changing our main cast so close to the actual production is really difficult,” Seulgi sighs. “And I’m really sorry to inconvenience you all. The schedule is really squished now, and we just have to work through it. Chaeyoung, Y/N, all I ask is that you try to work together, okay? I know you’ll be amazing together.”

Chaeyoung speaks, possibly for the first time besides her lines. “Of course, Ms. Bae. I’ll do my best.”

“I’m sure. We have to cut this short, again, but we’re scheduled for costume fitting right now,” Seulgi groans. “We have to at least get the outfits for the trailer to fit. Sorry, everyone. Down the hall, okay?”

Of course, you and Chaeyoung have to get fit together. The only sound in the hallway is that of her heels clicking on the wood, and you resist the urge to shout at her to stop. Luckily, you arrive in the fitting room before you can.

Your eyes widen at the dress hanging there. It’s incredible, even without the layers that would support the skirt-- you can’t even imagine how the beading and pink silk would look on Chaeyoung. Ethereal, probably. “Y/N, yours is here,” the costume director laughs, beckoning you over.

Even though your own outfit isn’t nearly as opulent, you can’t help but admire the gold detailing on the cuffs and the tailoring. “Thank god yours doesn’t take so much sewing,” the director grunts, pinning the side. “You know, the two of you are going to look fantastic in these, even if we have to spill all that blood on them to shoot the trailer.”

“Sooyoung would’ve looked better.” It’s mean, and it’s a low blow, but the director doesn’t take your bait.

She pokes her head out to where Chaeyoung’s being fitted. “Now? Okay, Y/N, go out there. We need to take a look at the two of you together.”

You can’t stop your jaw from dropping when you see Chaeyoung. She’s all candyfloss hair and gold adorning her tiny waist, and in all her glory, you can’t stop yourself from thinking that maybe she was made for the role. “You look really good,” she compliments softly.

Nodding stiffly, you turn for the seamstresses. Chaeyoung moves to fiddle with her gloves when she realizes that you have absolutely no interest in continuing the conversation.

Well, if there’s one thing you can nitpick about her, it isn’t how she looks; she looks absolutely perfect for the role of Princess Helen, maybe even more perfect than Sooyoung.

One of the costume directors steps in. “Okay, you can get changed out, but you have to come back in a few hours,” she tells you. “We have to make a lot of changes, then fit you again.”

You step down from the podium, going towards your dressing room without a second thought until Chaeyoung calls for you. “Y/N? Do you want to have lunch later? In your trailer or something?”

“Sure,” you answer, barely glancing back. When you do, all you see is her with shiny puppy eyes, and in her giant gown, it’s eerily similar to the role she’s supposed to be playing.

“It’s nice. You’ve decorated it?”

You nod absentmindedly, clearing the narrow couch off for yourself to sit on, since Chaeyoung has taken the only chair that could fit in the trailer. “Yeah. I mean, I’ve had it for a few months, so.”

She winces. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” you frown. Chaeyoung apologizes too much, but at least she’s upfront about whatever she has to say.

Your costar sighs, “For usurping the role? You must’ve gotten attached to Sooyoung, and it’s got to be horrible for me to just… arrive like this.”

“You know… that’s part of it.” You can’t lie; a big part of the resentment you hold against Chaeyoung is the fact that she took a role meant for someone else, someone you were friends with. “The other thing… I don’t like idol actresses,” you tell her.

Chaeyoung’s brows furrow, and she leans forward. “Why? I mean, why don’t you?”

You pause to think about it. “Well… I mean, think about it like this. Sooyoung and my auditions went for weeks before we were chosen, as a pair. Didn’t you get this role because you were an idol? You had to audition, sure, but I bet you just flashed a few smiles and read the script and got chosen. How is that fair?”

She opens her mouth to speak, but you hold your hand up and continue, “And the other thing. You’re straight.”

Chaeyoung chokes on air at that, spluttering, “What? You hate me because I’m straight?”

“No,” you say incredulously, “Well, I don’t hate you. But you being straight, and landing the lead role in a film like this… you’re taking away representation. And that’s kind of shitty of you.”

The air inside the trailer becomes suffocating, and Chaeyoung’s fiddling with the jacket in her lap finally stops when she throws it aside and stands up. She sounds like she’s about to cry when she says quietly, “Have you ever considered that I’m not straight? It’s not… it’s not that easy to be out about it--”

“Oh, cry me a river,” you groan. “Look, I apologize for assuming, but if you want to act in lesbian roles, you can’t pretend to be straight. It’s all for your fans, isn’t it? Another part of being an idol--”

She stands up, then storms right out of the trailer without another word, the door banging closed. The only thing you can do in response is sigh and utter a quiet, “Shit”.

Perhaps it’s just your luck that the first proper scene you have to film with Chaeyoung is your culminating kiss scene.

It shouldn’t be in the trailer at all-- according to the scene schedule, the two of you would’ve filmed your scenes together in chronological order, and the kiss would’ve been at the end, hopefully after a reconciliation between the two of you. However, for some inexplicable reason, it’s going to be the first one you do, without a single second of rehearsal.

You’re a one-take wonder, and you always have been, but you can’t help but think about how impossible it’s going to be to pull off such an intense scene with someone you just fought with. Sighing, you lean over to fiddle with your hair; it’s slightly tangled now, and there’s a fake scrape on the side of your cheek.

At a side, Chaeyoung is similarly beat up, fake blood smeared on the left side of her face. Her long hair has been put in an updo and then taken down, and parts of her dress are ripped; to you, she looks more like Helen than herself now.

“Okay, everyone, are we ready? Positions, please!”

You arrange yourself on the ground where you should be, holding a handkerchief to your cheek like instructed as Chaeyoung stands by the camera to run to you. Exhaling sharply, your eyes meet hers for the first time in days. “Action!”

Chaeyoung sprints to you as soon as she’s cued, falling in front of you in a heap. “Luna,” she gasps, reaching a gloved hand out to the ‘injured’ half of your face.

“I’m fine,” you smile weakly. The camera hovers by Chaeyoung’s shoulder, and you soften your gaze as much as possible as your hand comes up to hers.

The other girl only moves closer, her eyes scanning yours and her dress surrounding the both of you like a sea of gauze. Her nose is almost brushing up against yours, and you mutter softly, “Be careful. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want.”

“Well, what do you want?” Chaeyoung implores, almost inaudible. Her breath quivers, and you feel it when you reach forward to cup her jaw. “Luna, what do you want right now?”

“I’m not making a move until you tell me to,” you shake your head.

The blonde’s hands slip off your face, and she braces herself on your thighs instead. She laughs breathily, “Coward.”

“Your coward, huh?”

Chaeyoung pauses, scraping her teeth across her bottom lip. It’s so quiet that you think you could hear a pin drop, and the torches held up by the crew flicker across her face so naturally. “If you want to be.”

There’s probably another line that comes after, but with Chaeyoung so close to you, it swims blurrily in your mind. So instead, you just lean up, pull her down, and connect your lips.

She plays along, thankfully, stumbling slightly in her character’s eagerness to get a little closer. The only thing you can hear is Chaeyoung’s slight gasp when you let your hands wander down to her waist, and it’s almost scary how absorbed you are in the scene.

“Okay, cut!” Seulgi’s shout breaks you from your trance, and you hold your hands up as if in surrounder. Chaeyoung’s cheeks are red yet again when she sits up, staring anywhere other than you.

Your director hops off her chair to run towards you, a huge grin on her face. “That was perfect,” she shouts. “Y/N, I think you forgot a line? But it worked out amazingly. The one-take wonder, right?”

You grin when she pats you on the shoulder, a little harder than necessary. Apparently, all your worries were for nothing, as you and Chaeyoung stand to monitor your own shot in the screen next to Joohyun.

You can’t even hear all the praise she showers on the two of you, and you pay no attention to all the details she points out that apparently showcase your perfect chemistry with your costar. All you feel is a slight squeeze on your hand, hidden in the mess of fabric by your side.

You jolt awake at the sound of your phone ringing loudly by your side, finding an unknown number as the caller ID. Accepting hesitantly, you greet, “Hello?”

“Y/N? Did Chan give me the right number?”

Oh. It’s Chaeyoung. “Yeah.” You clear your throat in an attempt to sound a little less drowsy, then repeat, “Right number. Why’d you ask Chan?”

“Well, it’s kinda hard to find you when you never accepted my request,” she laughs quietly. “Um, I have to record the OST today, and I was wondering whether you’d want to come watch? Chan said you didn’t really have any scenes later today.”

“Um. Okay. I’ll ask Chan to bring me,” you answer, then hang up. Your head swims slightly, partially due to the fact that you woke up to the piercing sound of your ringtone and partially because you just don’t understand why Chaeyoung’s reaching out again. You should be the one apologizing, after the tangent you went off on, and you highly doubt that your kiss scene doubled as an apology. Of course, you’ll take it.

Your manager is more than pleased to pick you up this time, but thankfully, he doesn’t question you. If he did, he’d probably be the one you shouted at.

The studio is honestly too small for two people, probably hastily set up, but you recognize the recording equipment from a video of Chaeyoung recording one of her group’s songs. And you recognize the girl already standing in the recording booth, waving you over. “Hi,” she smiles, and for all you try, you don’t see a hint of malice.

“Hey,” you mumble, taking a seat. “Uh… I’m sorry.”

“Wow, straightforward,” she tries to joke. “What for?”

You scratch the back of your neck, sighing, “For assuming, for blowing up on you, for… I don’t know, kind of everything. I’m an asshole, even if what I said wasn’t wrong.”

Chaeyoung chuckles, fiddling with the mic. “I mean, I appreciate the apology, but I wasn’t great either. You definitely had some truth behind what you said, even if it was kind of too to the point.”

“I know. You were just trying to apologize and help us become civil, and I kind of ruined it,” you hum. The other girl adjusts the lyric stand as you continue, “But I’m hoping you understand why I had to say what I did?”

“I do,” she agrees. “You’re definitely right that it’s not good representation at all, I just wish you had heard me out.”

You nod uncomfortably, changing the way you sit on the couch just to distract yourself. “So… you’re gay? I’m just asking because I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk about it, and I’ve seen plenty of your interviews.”

“So you watch my interviews?” Chaeyoung teases. When you scowl, she just smiles, “I can’t say specifically, but I am confused. You said last time that it’s just another part of being an idol, and you’re… you’re right. It’s taboo for idols to be gay, even though Korea’s opening up to it a bit more now. So even though I want to, I don’t think I can ever be out about it.”

“I understand. And I’m sorry,” you say quietly.

She swallows, throat bobbing. “Thank you. Hey, Y/N… would you mind singing with me?”

“What?” You stare up at her incredulously; it’s not like your singing would make the other girl faint on the spot, but you definitely don’t possess an angelic voice like hers, either.

But maybe it’s an olive branch. “Just… can you match this note?” She hums, and you attempt to create the same pitch. “Okay. Can you do the chorus part in that key, while I do it in the main one? We’ll sound better like that,” Chaeyoung offers.

Against your better judgement, you stand, and shuffle into the recording booth next to her. “If this sounds bad, you’re taking the blame,” you warn, and she giggles while twisting the stand so you can see.

You do sound good together, maybe to a level that you would’ve never anticipated.

You know that something’s off when Chan doesn’t wake you up bright and early on your birthday, even if Seulgi already promised that you wouldn’t have to go to work on the day of. After spending many a birthday with him, you’ve already gotten used to him tugging you up just to take you outside and celebrate somehow.

You know something’s especially off when you hear a female voice cursing from your kitchen, and smell something burning.

“Who the shit-- Chaeyoung?”

The girl turns in surprise, caught red-handed with a piece of burnt toast pinched between her fingers. “Um. Hi?” she offers weakly.

Suddenly self-conscious, you cross your arms over the faded sweatshirt you wear. In your own apartment, Chaeyoung is leagues more put-together in the summery dress she wears, her dyed hair tossed in a braid and glitter shining at the corners of her eyes. “Hello?”

“Chan said you wouldn’t be awake for a few hours,” she sighs, shaking her head as she tosses the toast in the trash. “And I wasn’t supposed to burn the toast.”

“What were you supposed to do?” you question, stepping closer. There’s a cake box on the counter, as well as a couple suspicious tubes of icing right by it, and you think you know what’s going on.

Chaeyoung huffs out an exasperated breath. “I was supposed to surprise you. Chan has something going on at home, so he sent me to supervise your birthday instead. Obviously, I messed that up.”

“It’s fine,” you shrug, taking a seat at the counter and reaching for the icing. “I’ve always wanted to decorate a cake anyway.”

She looks surprised at that, but a smile breaks out across her face. “Really?”

“Really,” you confirm. It’s partially a lie, but you’re decently sure that Chaeyoung will refuse to let you do most of the work anyways. “Uh. I’ll just change first, and then we can get that going?”

“Yeah,” she grins, and you take it as your cue to scurry off to the bedroom.

By the time you come back, there’s a plate of not-burnt toast on your counter, and Chaeyoung’s pouring out two glasses of the juice that you can never bring yourself to buy because of the price tag. “I hope you like it, this is one of my favorites.”

“Like it? I love this,” you gasp, surging forward to pick up one of the glasses. “It’s expensive as hell, though.”

“Well, I couldn’t get you a gift, so I thought a nice morning would suffice,” Chaeyoung laughs. She unties the bow on the cake box to reveal a completely bare vanilla cake, a few packets of sprinkles that you hadn’t noticed now lying next to it. “Do you want to start?”

“Oh, sure.” You choose the blue icing after a bit of debating, and pick up the spatula that your costar offers you. “You didn’t have to, though, I would’ve been okay on my own today.”

Chaeyoung shrugs, “I mean, I didn’t have anything else to do, and I wouldn’t like to be alone on my birthday.”

“How do you usually celebrate?” you question, glancing up at her.

She pauses to think, then answers, “Well, I do live with my members, so we’ll get something to eat. Sometimes, we’re on vacation, so we just do what we can, but I like staying in the dorm to receive the things that their families send me.”

“It sounds sweet.”

“It is,” she grins. “I honestly don’t know what I would do on my own, it seems lonely-- Oh. I’m sorry.”

“What for? It is kind of lonely,” you admit, squeezing a glob of icing out. It’s definitely not as graceful as you would’ve appreciated, and you catch Chaeyoung stifling a laugh. “Chan lived with me at the beginning, but he eventually moved out when I got a girlfriend. Obviously, that didn’t laugh.”

“Sorry,” the other girl repeats again, and you wave a hand out. “When was that?”

“She moved out two years ago,” you answer. “And I’ve been alone since. Or, lonely, not always alone.”

Chaeyoung nods just so that you know she heard you. She accepts the icing tube when you hand it to her, making a spiral that’s infuriatingly better than yours. “How about you? I know you said you aren’t out, but have you dated yet?” you question.

She shakes her head, admitting, “Not yet. I don’t really know how to, you know? You assumed I was straight when you first saw me, so I think everyone else does too.”

“Sorry,” you say, an echo of her.

Your costar doesn’t respond, only setting the spatula down once the basic blue icing is smooth. “I think we’re supposed to refrigerate this before decorating, right?”

You grimace. “Well, I don’t know. I stopped watching cake videos years ago, so I’ll just listen to you.”

Chaeyoung hums and ties the box back up. “Okay, then I’ll just do it. Um, do you mind ordering chicken or something while we wait?”

“Sure.” Reaching for your phone, you ask, “Would you be opposed to romcoms?”

“I’m never opposed to romcoms,” the other girl answers.

You have to remind yourself to order two servings of chicken, something that you haven’t done in a while. But it’s comforting, in a way, to not be alone again.

“Can you believe we’ve only got a week left of filming? I feel like I haven’t seen you at all.”

You wince guiltily, even though you know that Yerim doesn’t mean it. Acting with your friend was originally a huge incentive for you to accept the film’s role, but the two of you quickly discovered that you had almost no scenes together, and with your push-and-pull with Chaeyoung, you forgot all about it. “Sorry, Yerim.”

She makes an incredulous expression, swatting your arm. “Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N. I’m happy you’re pursuing love and all that, and besides, we’ll have plenty of opportunities to act together.”

Blinking, you set your cup down on the counter. “Pursuing love?”

Yerim raises her eyebrow and says, “Yeah. Aren’t you and Chaeyoung together yet? We’ve been filming for two months, I’ll be shocked if you still haven't kissed and made up.”

“Uh. Well, we’ve kissed, but I don’t think it counted,” you frown.

Your friend sighs and rolls her eyes. She’s all too used to how dense you are, and apparently, she’s finally gotten tired of it. “You’re an idiot. You literally met the morning of your first script reading, and you knew each other for… what, a week before you had your kiss scene? There’s got to be something there.”

“No.”

Right on cue, a few of the other cast members arrive, Chaeyoung sandwiched between them. “Have you seen the articles?” Nayeon grins, waving her phone around in the air. She’s drunk, obviously, but you have to indulge her.

“Which articles?”

She shoves the screen in your face as an answer, and you cringe when you find a screencap of you and Chaeyoung. “You won’t believe the chemistry-- nope, I’m not reading that.” You hand the phone back to Nayeon, then press it in her hand when she doesn’t take it. Yerim sends you a knowing expression, one that you definitely don’t like.

“Aw, come on! It’s good press,” Nayeon whines. “And a great kiss scene.”

“Don’t be weird,” Chaeyoung warns. She doesn’t seem to be drunk at all, though she does look fantastic in the silver dress that she wears. Your eyes linger on her for an embarrassing amount of time.

Nayeon pouts. She’s bubbly-- you’ve learned that much through acting alongside her in a total of three productions so far. You note that your costar doesn’t seem to be so accustomed to her temperament yet. “You’re no fun, Chaeng. We all know you enjoyed it.”

She goes bright pink at that amidst Yerim’s joking coos. “The token straight, converted?” your friend gasps, and you elbow her to stop her from going too far.

Apparently, it already has. “I didn’t!” Chaeyoung defends herself.

“Prove it,” Nayeon demands, slipping when she attempts to lean on the counter next to you.

Chaeyoung goes silent at that, apparently unable to find a way to ‘prove it’. You finally sigh, “Okay, I think that’s enough teas--”

If it wasn’t for the fact that you’ve long since memorized your entire script book, you would almost think that Chaeyoung reaching forward to tug on the front of your shirt is a scene between your two characters. After all, it’s perfectly in character for your eyes to widen comically as the other girl kisses you right on the lips.

It’s also in character for Nayeon to start whooping next to you when your hands wrap around Chaeyoung’s waist to pull her in closer. You part at the noise. “You certainly look like you liked it,” Nayeon grins.

“Yeah, get a room,” Yerim follows, and you shove her.

“You know what? Maybe we will.” Ignoring your friends’ jeering, you grab Chaeyoung’s wrist and lead her down the hallway, though not to a bedroom like you joked you would. “Hey. You okay? I didn’t know if that teasing crossed a line,” you whisper worriedly.

She bites down on her lip, but instead of answering you, Chaeyoung tilts your face up and leans closer, only stopped by your hand on her wrist. “Chae…”

“I’m sorry, this… this isn’t what you want, is it?” She steps back, mouth already opening to apologize, but you stop her from leaving you alone in the hallway.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” With the flashing neon lights echoing in her eyes, you can’t tell what Chaeyoung’s feeling, and you can’t tell if she’s willing to answer you properly at all. “I’m not making a move until you tell me to.”

Still, you don’t hear her say a word, until your grip starts to loosen on her wrist. “Did you drive here yourself?” she finally asks, barely audible. You nod hesitantly, and Chaeyoung’s voice grows firmer when she says, “I’m telling you to make a move.”

“I thought you were questioning?”

She swallows hard and takes your hand. “Not anymore.”

You don’t taste any alcohol when you lick your lower lip, and so, you nod. It’s stupid, especially considering how quickly your time together is about to end.

But for once, you know what you want.

“Good luck out there, Chae,” you smile, arms wrapped around the girl’s waist.

“Thanks,” she hums, adjusting her hair yet again in the mirror. “We’re almost done filming, I have to promote us well so that we have enough money to at least put the damn film out.”

“Mm.” Your thumb smooths over the sliver of skin exposed by her top, and you place your chin on her shoulder to look at the two of you together.

She glances down at you. “What? Are you thinking about something?”

“Sort of,” you shrug. “I just can’t believe we’re almost done, but we… we just started this. You know, this thing between us.”

“Yeah, it’s definitely a thing. But it doesn’t have to stop with filming,” Chaeyoung says offhandedly.

Raising an eyebrow, you question, “Doesn’t it? It’s going to be suspicious for us to constantly be seen together after filming together, I’ve seen the way your fans behave. Especially while you’re not out.”

“I think I can negotiate that with my company,” the other girl shakes her head.

You joke, “What, you release another two albums if you get to come out about having a girlfriend?”

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” Chaeyoung responds immediately. Her ears pink endearingly, and you wait for her to clarify, “In secret for now, obviously. But… one day, I’ll be out about it. I promise.”

“Don’t make empty promises, okay?” You press a kiss to her bare shoulder and let her go when you hear a knock at the dressing room door. “Do good!”

“Alright, Chaeyoung, it’s about time that we ask you some questions about your upcoming film, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” your costar smiles, and you raise your head from your phone to watch the screen. She’s sitting cross-legged across from some of the most famous idol interviewers in Korea, absolutely poised and natural even in front of the crowd that cheers over the interview.

The woman behind the podium clears her throat. “A huge talking point in Korea right now is your chemistry with your costar, Y/N. How exactly do you pull that off, since you’ve never experienced a relation like that?”

Chaeyoung laughs nervously, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Oh. Well, um, I don’t have much experience with relationships at all, so--”

“Really? A pretty girl like you must have had a boyfriend or two before.” You despise the way that the interviewer leans in conspiratorially, as if the prying questions weren’t completely scripted. “But you seem a little to pretty to have experienced that, am I right?”

The crowd laughs with her, but Chaeyoung glances behind the scenes, probably to where her own staff sits. “You know, you can tell me if you ever felt… uncomfortable during filming,” the interviewer continues on. “Y/N has been out for years, hasn’t she?”

“Oh, she has…” You’re practically fuming, but you also can’t seem to pry your eyes away from the screen. All of Chaeyoung’s practiced idol-charm has seemed to dissipate into thin air, and she’s practically blending into the wall as she sits there.

The Chaeyoung you know-- no, the Chaeyoung that you’ve come to know, wouldn’t stand to hear something like that. You’ve watched her argue with a scriptwriter, and you’ve watched him get fired because he said something incredibly offensive, even though it wasn’t about you. But here, she sits still and just listens to the interviewer discuss you behind your back, and she says nothing about all the disgustingly backhanded comments.

The thing is, you don’t care about Chaeyoung not being out. You were closeted for enough time yourself, and you know how hard it is, so you’d never wish it on her; but watching her completely let go of all her personal principles just for a stupid interview is just another reminder that you’re letting go of your own. Chaeyoung won’t ever speak up, you realize, because her career comes before anything else. And you can’t stand for that.

“I’m leaving,” you tell the guard standing outside of your door. Only increasing your anger, tears start to burn in your eyes, and you scrape your sleeve across your face as roughly as you can. Chan picks up on one dial, and you say furiously, “Pick me up. It’s over.” In more ways than one.

Chaeyoung shivers at the top of the hill, where she’s supposed to be filming her closing scene with you. She hasn’t seen you for the past week, and after how disastrous her interview was, she’s pretty sure she knows why.

“Where’s Y/N?” she finally asks her makeup artist, giving in to her own curiosity.

Felix shrugs, reaching to mess with the blood on her hairline. “I have no idea, honestly, I haven’t seen her yet. She’s never late, though, you don’t have to worry. You’ll get your scene done.”

“That’s…” Chaeyoung sighs. That’s why she should be worried. “Right.”

“Okay, can we start?” Seulgi shouts. It’s started to rain, but with the excited look on the director’s face, Chaeyoung figures that it suits the scene even better than the gray clouds that had been planned. “Great. Chaeyoung, Y/N!”

Your hair is plastered to your forehead with the rain, and water makes your blouse cling to your curves; with the grim expression on your face, Chaeyoung could easily just mistake you for your character. “Hi,” you mutter, taking a seat on the grass right next to your costar. You say nothing else.

When cued, Chaeyoung takes a deep breath before her line. “Luna. I love you.”

For a second, Chaeyoung thinks you won’t respond, but the rasp to your voice proves her wrong. “No. No, you don’t.”

“I think I’m the one who should be deciding that, don’t you?” The blonde raises her eyebrows, reaching forward hesitantly for your shoulder.

Of course, you dodge it. Blinking the rain out of your eyes, you’re resigned when you ask, “You have your birthday gala tonight, don’t you?”

“Yes, but--” Chaeyoung swallows, lets her hand make contact, then continues, “I’m spending as much time as I can with you, aren’t I with you right now?”

“But you’re going.” It feels like you’re staring right into Chaeyoung’s soul when you speak, as despondent as your voice is. She nods, and you stand, her hand slipping off of your shoulder and into her lap. “Then go. You’re still a princess at the end of the day, aren’t you?”

“At the end of the day, yes…”

“You can’t do that. You sneak out onto my ships, get my people to love you and protect you, and then turn right back to your family to stay safe while we die for you. You can’t say you support our cause and then go back on it when it’s inconvenient for you, it doesn’t work like that!” Chaeyoung flinches at how intense you sound; at this point, she barely knows if it’s still acting. She can only hear her own heart in her ears, can only see your chest heaving from how quickly you spoke, and it all feels too real.

“What, do you want me to get found out?” Chaeyoung demands, getting to her feet as well. The rain becomes harsher, angled so that it perfectly blurs her vision of you. “I’ve saved your ass just as many times too, don’t pretend like I’m not a valuable part of your ship!”

“You’re still pretending.” Realizing that it’s not the right line, Chaeyoung opens her mouth to stop you, but your voice chills her into silence when you speak again. “You’ll always pretend, as long as it benefits you, won’t you? You can’t do that, Helen, not if you ‘love me’. Putting a crown on your head doesn’t mean that you’re a princess. Until you realize that, and until you’re willing to embrace it, you don’t love me. and I don’t love you.”

None of it is the script. None of it is the scene that you rehearsed a thousand times together in your trailer, but somehow, it makes Chaeyoung’s heart quaver in her throat so much more than the original lines ever did.

And when you drop your gaze to the ground, turning to walk off into the rain alone, she knows that to you, your entire relationship is already done.

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Grammy Bunny

Sophia Tuxford likes to believe that everything happens for a reason. But as she looks at her phone that’s open on the text thread with her good friend and boss, Alessandro Michelle, she might think otherwise.

From: Lallo M.

“I fiori preferiti di Anne sono il garofano. Ringraziare dopo, mia cara.” (Anne's favorite flowers are carnations. Thank me later, my dear.)

To: Lallo M.

“Ti ho detto quanto adoro tutto il tuo essere? Perché lo faccio davvero.” (Have I told you how much I adore your entire being? Cause I really do.)

From: Lallo M.

“Not nearly enough, ma sono sicuro che Anne si sentirà davvero adorata una volta che le avrai regalato quei fiori. Don’t worry too much, mia cara.” (Not nearly enough, but I'm sure Anne will really feel adored once you give her those flowers. Don’t worry too much, my dear.)

To: Lallo M.

“Thanks, Lallo. You always know what to do when I worry too much. Non so cosa farò senza di te, ti amo amico mio.” (Thank, Lallo. You always know what to do when I worry too much. Don't know what I'll do without you, love you my friend.)

And that was that. Sophia Tuxford thinks that maybe some things don’t happen just for a reason, they happen because of the amazing Alessandro Michelle. Without him, Sophia might have never even met or had the nerve to approach her bunny.

Speaking of her bunny, Sophia exhales a sigh of relief upon checking for the nth time that she had no new messages or missed calls from him. She wouldn’t want to ruin Anne’s surprise for him just because her son was being the little clingy man-baby that he likes to be when with her, especially when they haven’t seen each other in person for more than a week.

Sophia halts the cab upon seeing a local London floristry from the window of her seat. With help from the driver for her single luggage, Sophia thanks him and heads straight to the door of the store. The heady scent of florals is an instant hit to her system, eyes instinctively closing to inhale one of her favorite smells in the world. She smiles, eyes lighting up to the familiarity of the scene. Whether from her local floristry just near her home in Italy, or here at a random shop in her second home of London, flowers will always bring immense joy to Sophia.

She goes ahead and asks for an arrangement of pink and white carnations, the kind lady finished preparing it in just about three minutes, and Sophia was out the door with a promise of coming back when she visits again. She’s sure that her best friend Cinzia would love an instant classic rose arrangement from them as props for her constant stream of Instagram content. Though Sophia can’t say much; Harry has rubbed some of his narcissism into her based on the rise of selfies and outfit pictures she posts on her own account.

The second cab ride, now heading towards Anne’s new home in London that Harry had gotten for her last Christmas, Sophia makes a mental checklist of what might go down today.

It’s Harry’s surprise post-Grammy win celebration that Anne had prepared and organized herself. Because of the restrictions of today’s situation, only Jeff and Glenne were fortunate enough to attend the event with Harry, and celebrate his win with him. Obviously, Anne was not a happy mother upon being denied access to travel to America, and who is she kidding? Sophia herself was no way near a happy camper upon getting the call from Alessandro that she won’t be able to see him wear the leather ensemble she had made for his Grammy opening performance in person. The green feathered boa was her idea! She has full rights to be on front row seats for that.

But Harry’s sad pouting face that greeted her on FaceTime, was an enough push to school her emotions and tend to her teary-eyed bunny who she’s sure would no doubt rival her own complaints. And up until now, as she reminisced to that time two weeks ago while sitting on this cab roaming the streets of London, Sophia feels a shiver down her spine just remembering the onslaught of tears that fell from Harry’s eyes not even five minutes down that FaceTime call.

It’s not even because of the outfit anymore and making sure it fit well and didn’t tear, it’s more about having someone there with him to support him in such a new and foreign environment. No matter the amount of award shows he has attended in his entire music career, the Grammys is a whole other realm. And it breaks Sophia’s heart remembering her fear-stricken bunny, crying tears of frustration for missing his family, friends, fans, and her. And both of them can’t do anything to fix it entirely, the way they want it.

So she was over the moon upon receiving the invite from Anne, that she was preparing an intimate afternoon lunch for Harry and his Grammy win together with close friends and family. There was not an inch of question within her when she asked Alessandro for a week-off, promising to do double the work when she came back. Obviously, since Alessandro was the one who introduced them to each other a few years back, he didn’t even bat an eye at her request and even recommended for her to bring a few bottles of wine for the party.

Since Lallo seems to know everything about love and friendship, Sophia carefully clutches in her hand the Gucci tote containing the four bottles of wine she had bought from Harry and her favorite winery in Milan, the carnations arrangement tucked by her chest and luggage behind. She was now outside the gates of Anne’s London home, security present at the front. Before they can even question if she was invited for the party or a lost girl looking for a hotel, Niall Horan emerges from the gates.

Niall was wearing a simple light yellow cotton button-up, white shorts falling just above his knee, eyes adorned with brown-tinted sunglasses. In Sophia’s opinion, the centerpiece, and most surprising detail of his outfit would have to be the classic Gucci monogrammed loafers on his feet.

When his eyes catch hers, a wide grin breaks into his face. Sophia rolls her eyes as Niall makes his way to her, whistling.

“Well look who the Italian sun brought here in dreary London,” Nial embraces her in a half-hug, a peck placed on her cheek which she returned.

Niall takes the tote bag filled with bottles of wine and chuckles at the weight of it.

“I don’t think I’m the only that the Italian sun brought here,” Sophia looks at his feet for emphasis.

Niall points out his right foot in front of him, seemingly inspecting it, “Oh, this old thing here? Honestly just found this one lying around my closet; wonder where I got it from.”

Sophia looks at him with a raised brow, amusement written on her face for his faulty excuse.

“Alright,” Niall surrenders, “Harry might have hinted a few times that they're a comfy pair of shoes, so thought I might give them a try.”

“And?” she wiggles her brows up and down.

Niall rolls his eyes before laughing while admitting, “Alright, fine! These Gucci loafers are fucking comfy and worth every dime! Happy?”

Sophia laughs, clutching the flower closer to her, “Assolutamente felice! Always good to have some validation for your hard work, as you might probably know well of, with you being a musician and stuff.” (Absolutely happy!)

“Yeah, just being a musician and stuff,” Niall makes fun of her words from earlier, he leads her towards Anne’s gate where the guards are still situated.

“Boys, I’ll take this one from here, don’t you worry.” he addresses the guards who are still looking warily at her, “This woman right here is precious cargo that must be taken with utmost love and care. Just ask your boss and he’ll be happy to respond to questions about anything or everything related to this woman.”

Sophia laughs and lightly hits Niall on the arm, his unnecessary flowery words making her cheeks heat tinted pink.

“What?” Niall chuckles at her, “Harry can talk for ages about you, mate! I ask about bloody loafers, and he talks my ears off about how you personally hand-stitch some of them and that you know the specific different shades of brown for the thread to be used, and that you prefer the one with a bit of faux fur at the end cause you-”

Sophia covers his mouth with her free hand, cheeks completely tinted red now. “Oh mio dio, Niall! The guards don’t need to hear all that.” (Oh my god, Niall!)

Her flustered reaction earns a full-belly laugh from Niall who claps his hands together before actually leading her inside the gate of the house. They reach the front door of the house itself, Niall’s laughter still boisterous with Sophia’s constant murmurs of disapproval floating around the air. Before they can even knock, the door swings open with Louis Tomlinson greeting them at the end of it.

“Oh shit!” Louis possibly shouts to the entire house, “The precious Italian cargo has arrived, ladies and gents! Harold will for surely cry his fucking eyes out now, for fucking sure!”

If it was even possible, Sophia feels like actually melting to the ground in a puddle of embarrassment. Before she can even be subject to more teasing, Anne appears from her view and she positively smiles at her.

“My lovely, Sophia!” She opens her arms to hug her, “So glad you could make it! How was your flight?”

Sophia returns her hug before answering, “Pretty good, slept the whole way through to be honest. These are for you by the way.”

Anne accepts the flowers that she has outstretched on her hand, positively beaming with happiness and surprise, “Oh love! You shouldn’t have! And carnations? My favorite! Well I guess Niall didn’t need to get more flowers after all.”

The two ladies turn their attention to Niall and Louis who are still quietly snickering by their side. Sophia narrows her eyes at them, seeing the mischief clearly written in their irises.

“She even brought some wine, Anne!” Niall shares enthusiastically, raising the Gucci tote in his hand.

“A proper daughter-in-law etiquette, huh Anne?” Louis chirps playfully.

Anne laughs as Sophia narrows her eyes further, free arms now crossing across her chest. Anne places an arm around her shoulder as some sort of protection.

“You boys stop teasing Soph, alright? Harry won’t appreciate hearing his two best mates poking fun at his girl.”

The fact that Harry’s mom categorized her as ‘his girl’ regardless of the lack of label the two have, made her tense a bit. And the knowing glances of the two boys at her was not helping at all. She knows that Anne didn’t mean to tease her or anything, that’s just how it looks to her, and to everyone apparently.

“Why don’t you choose a room to place your luggage at, Soph?” Anne turns to her, “You can also freshen-up a bit if you want, before you make your rounds at the party and before Harry’s arrival. Actually, you can just stay in his room cause the poor boy has been missing you dearly.”

The frown on Anne’s face upon mentioning Harry’s misfortunes about missing her, ultimately diminishes any underlying feeling of embarrassment for the implication of sharing a room with her son. Sophia herself frowns, thinking about what her bunny might have been saying to his mom, not liking the thought that he was missing her too much to the point where he had to find solace with his mom.

“Yeah, I think I’d take you on that one Anne.”

“Wonderful!” Anne claps her hands with a small smile on her lips now, “It’s the first room right after the lounge area upstairs. Can you carry your stuff yourself or should I instruct Lou to help you up?”

Louis smirks, “Open for service here, Ma’m. My dear friend Haz would not appreciate his lady toppling down the stairs, yeah?”

“No, I’m alright. I think our dear friend Haz would appreciate it better if you two help his lovely mother with the wine and flowers I brought with me, instead of teasing me all the time, yeah?”

Anne looks at her with a proud smile, having been able to hold her ground with the boys’ teasing which is a difficult feat to do considering they’re twenty-plus year olds who definitely still act like teenagers.

“Well, you heard her! Come on, make yourselves useful and help me along in the kitchen.” Anne orders the two boys as Sophia looks at them smugly, especially when she notices the small frowns forming on the boys’ faces as Anne instructs specific tasks for each of them.

It wasn’t difficult for Sophia to bring her single luggage up the stairs, nor to find Harry’s room as the boy had a penchant for placing his initials on the stuff he owns. Her fingertips glide softly on the gold blocks spelling out HS right in the top middle of the door; her mind can’t help but float to the similar rings adorned on his fingers who’s touch on her skin seemed such a foreign feeling now.

The room doesn’t have the same comforting scent that Harry’s room has in his Hampstead home, causing a pout on Sophia’s lips to form. It only lasts for a few seconds though cause as she surveys and inspects the room to gain some familiarity, she notices that the vanity in the bathroom is fully-stocked with Harry’s favorite brand of soaps, shampoo, aftershave, perfume, and all other beauty and hygiene products he keeps in his own bathroom.

Nobody should be surprised really that Sophia’s blatant enthusiasm for this discovery led her to only one conclusion: to have a shower and use the bloody stuff.

She smells like him is the first thought that comes to her mind upon drying herself of any droplets of water, making her way back to the bathroom where her outfit for the party is placed. Sophia feels extra giddy when she spritzs herself Harry's favorite Tom Ford perfume on her linen-buttoned vest, even spraying a bit on her matching cream linen trousers. She kept her makeup simple, thinking that smudging it is the last thing on her agenda as she’s sure that a showering of kisses and cuddles are inevitable later.

Once she feels confident in her appearance and that she feels ready to socialize and mingle around Harry’s abundant amount of close friends and family, she finishes her outfit by tying the laces of her new Jordans in Harry’s favorite color: baby blue. Sophia bets that it’s going to be the first thing Harry notices on her look for the day, instantly recognizing the meaning behind the gesture which is similar to everytime he wears anything lilac: her favorite color.

***

The extremely kind and sociable person that Harry is, definitely garnered him a lot of friends in the span of his 27-years of existence on this earth. But as Sophia makes rounds in the living room, kitchen, and the backyard, she’s thankful to notice that everyone here in Anne’s home ready to celebrate Harry’s first Grammy win, are nothing but part of his closest friends. Being best friends with him for about six years now, Sophia has seen firsthand the tragedies Harry had experienced when it comes to exposing fake friends and finding out who are the ingenuine ones that want nothing but to leech on his fame and all the privileges that come with it.

Sophia lingers with Louis and Niall for quite a bit in the kitchen, catching-up on the two musicians busy lives of preparing for postponed tours and new albums on the horizon. Obviously, Sophia doesn’t fail in trying to coax them into getting Gucci to dress them for some of their upcoming shows but was instantly denied (as always) saying they’re not as posh as Harry is who needs custom suits for every bloody concert. Her nose twitches in distaste as Louis even shares that sometimes he doesn’t wear clean clothes for his concert and nobody really gives a fuck about it cause according to him: “They come hear to listen and enjoy my music, not oggle my body with my fancy, fashion show, runway-esque clothing.”

Sophia doesn’t take offense on that, knowing he was only joking and that far more worse words have been spoken to her. Besides, it only fuels her drive to dress him, Niall, Harry, and even Liam, in matching sparkly Gucci suits that is for sure every damn One Direction fans’ are dreaming about.

When the two boys are whisked-away by some of their former One Direction crew members that Harry remained in close contact to, Sophia finds herself beside Nick Grimshaw in the backyard patio together with Mitch. She finds it amusing and interesting at the same time how Harry’s two closets, yet extremely polar opposite friends, are here right now discussing the latest episode of Love Island while waiting to celebrate him.

“I’ve always encouraged this one to audition,” Nick motions to her, placing an arm around her shoulder for emphasis, “Mitch, don’t you think she’d be a bloody brilliant contestant on the show? I think she’s going to be the little innocent heartbreaker on the island.”

Mitch actually laughs out loud at that, “Not sure man, I think the only heart Soph will be breaking is H’s heart by joining the show. Don’t think he’d take that lightly.”

“Oh he’s going to bawl his eyes out if she actually gets accepted yeah? And write bloody heartbreak songs about it for sure.” Nick says amusedly like Sophia was not sitting so close to him hearing him say all these.

“I don’t think we have to wait until she gets accepted before H cries his eyes out. Just the moment she tells him she plans on auditioning, not a minute later he’s going to be knocking on Sarah and I’s door in the brink of a breakdown and pours his broken heart in a new tune. I bet my favorite guitar that he’d even get a custom Gucci suit in her favorite color to fully embody his sorrow.”

“MITCH!”

And that was left at that; Sophia’s screech of his name has signalled his lovely girlfriend Sarah to come to the rescue, pledging full support for Sophia’s complaints about his and Nick’s relentlessly teasing. A minute later, she spots Gemma and Michal in the living room talking with Harry Lambert and Anthony Pham, which she suspects have also just arrived like the couple.

Sophia is greeted warmly by the new company, Lambert saying high-praises about all of Harry’s Grammy outfits saying how excellent her execution was of their vision. Anthony even opens his camera to share some of the shots he took of Harry that truly exemplifies the entire look, and eagerly accepted Sophia’s request for him to send her some of the pictures she liked. Gemma and Michal also shared some stories about their recent trip in Cornwall, England, where they watched Harry’s Grammy performance saying how much Harry and her would definitely love it there and should make a holiday out of it.

Sophia doesn’t notice the minutes that pass-by, being too submerged in the couple’s stories about their trip, and also sharing some of her own from her trip with Alessandro in Tuscany and Florence to gain some new inspiration for new collections. The next thing she knows, Anne announces loudly to the room that Harry’s five minutes away with Jeff and Glenne, and then Louis is ushering her to the kitchen saying something about “surprising Harold’s fucking face with a cake.”

Apparently she’s part of the surprise, so Sophia is left to peek at the corner of the kitchen archway as instructed by Louis before he left her there, cake in her hand as all others wait excitedly in the living room for Harry’s arrival.

Sophia feels him before she can see him, nor before she hears the outburst cheer of the guests as every single nerve in her body tingles, like it just knows Harry’s there a few feet away from her. She can feel his energy from her hidden position, and she’s pretty sure he’ll feel it too in less than a minute; it’s a them thing. Two energies attracting and forming into one has always been their thing, always will be the thing that will keep them intrinsically connected.

“She’s here,” she hears Harry say, not in a question but in a definitive statement.

“Who’s ‘she’?” Louis asks, acting confused, “Are you referring to your bloody song again, mate? Cause I’m pretty sure we’re here to celebrate your Grammy win and not talk about boring tour stuff.”

Sophia hears everyone laugh at that, can actually imagine the roll of eyes Harry might be giving his best friend for his comments.

“No, she’s here.” Harry says with more edge, “I can feel her, she’s here, in this house, and you guys are probably hiding her the fuck away from me. Is she in my room or something? Is she asleep and you guys didn’t even bloody wake her up before you planned to surprise me?”

Sophia laughs quietly at the alarm and disbelief in his tone, and she guesses Harry might actually believe his theory was correct judging by the protests of people saying that he should stop going up the stairs cause she’s not there.

“Can you guys just tell H where Sophia is, cause I don’t want him crying in the next second.” Jeff says eliciting more laughter around everyone.

Well that’s her que to enter, Sophia thinks to herself. And just like that, she quickly lights the candle on top of the “Congratulations for your first Harry Grammy!” with a bunch of watermelons decorated with icing around it.

Sophia’s heart actually melts upon catching her first eye-full of the beauty that is Harry Styles. He’s dressed in a full Gucci ensemble of a baby blue button-up, dark brown specks nestled atop his curly locks, black bandana acting as a necklace on his neck, and white flared trousers with her red stitching of “Loved” on the bottom, completed with a classic white leather Gucci loafers.

“Bunny.” Sophia can’t help but exhale upon making her way right in front of him, cake in her hand completely forgotten.

“Sunflower.” Harry answers back, dimples popping on his left cheek, eyes softening as he looks at her. “Did you bake this for me?”

For a moment, Sophia is confused about what he’s talking about, but as his eyes dart down to her hands, a cheeky smile thrown at her, she remembers.

“Oh! No, I didn’t. I think Anne got it somewhere for you.” She rambles uselessly, clearly already lost with Harry’s presence in front of her.

Harry giggles cutely at her reaction, “Well, I can assure you that your cake will still taste better than this, sorry mom.”

Everyone laughs at the interaction, Niall coaxing Harry to blow the damn candle already so he can have a slice of the cake for himself. Harry follows dutifully right after sending a wink at Sophia, the latter giggling at his antics.

Cheers passed around the room after the candle had been blown, Harry got the cake from Sophia’s hold and handed the cake to the waiting hands of Niall. And once no obstructions were in between the two, Harry envelopes her in a tight bear-hug, bending down to reach her height and face tucked into her neck the same hers is nuzzling at his neck.

“Mi è mancato così tanto il mio girasole” (I missed my sunflower so much.)

“Bunny.” Sophia whimpers rather pathetically as a reply, mind still reeling so fast from everything happening.

She feels overwhelmed with Harry’s scent and warmth filling her senses after so long of longing for it, combined with the eyes of their audience is just too much for her.

Harry giggles once again, “Is that all you’re going to say to me for the entirety of the day?” and he squeezes her tighter to his body, uncaring to everyone and anything around them.

“No, missed you too, my bunny. Mi sei mancato così tanto che mi fa male il cuore.” (I missed you so much that my heart hurts.)

Sophia feels the sharp in-take of air that Harry took after she said it, her own self filling with emotions as he seems to follow the same sentiments.

“Il mio cuore ha smesso di battere per essere così lontano da te, amore mio.” (My heart stopped beating for being so far away from you, my love.)

That actually makes Sophia chuckle, chuckle wetly that is. She feels the tell-tale signs of the tears resting just at the side of her eyes, Harry must have heard it too cause he groans and nuzzles further into her, nosing affectionately at the side of her neck.

“Hey, no crying lovie. Cause that’s only going to make me sad, and when my Sunflower is sad it will make me cry. Nobody wants the celebrant of the party to be a cry-baby.”

Sophia sniffles a laugh, willing her tears to no longer continue their descent, knowing full-well that Harry’s really speaking of the truth and the two of them crying together after a simple hug will never be forgotten by their friends and family which will be made known by the relentless teasing that will surely ensure.

“I’m not going to cry anymore.” She assures herself more than him to be honest.

“That’s what I’d like to hear, no more of those tears, alright Sunflower?”

She nods her head in reply, still reluctant to leave the comforting confines of his neck.

“Use your words please, lovie?”

Harry detaches from their embrace, one arm still wrapped around her waist to keep them close, ringed fingers tilting her chin up to have clear eye-contact with each other. Lost in the abyss of his green eyes, Sophia nods again and replies verbally.

“Okay, Harry. No going to cry anymore, promise.”

Her soft voice was close to a whisper, but it still etches a tender smile of acknowledgement to form on Harry’s lips. He bends down to press a kiss on her forehead before gently rubbing his nose to her in an eskimo kiss.

“Tell you what, I’d go now and make rounds with everyone here just to be polite and be a fabulous host since I am the guest of honor,” he smirks, the narcissist that he is always shows up in some form, “While I’m doing that, why don’t you join Glenne and Gem in helping mum arrange the food on the long table at the backyard? That way you can place all the dishes you fancy most by our seats so Niall doesn’t end up eating them all. That way, I can finish talking to everyone quicker and I’m justified in giving all my attention to you after that.”

“Okay, but maybe try rescheduling your attention-shower on me after lunch? Perché sai che amo il cibo più di te.” (Because you know I love food more than you.)

Sophia quickly smacks a wet sweet kiss on his dimpled cheek before leaving him there with everyone, an affronted noise of protest echoes after her as she and Glenne, linked by the arm, make their way to the kitchen to provide Anne some assistance.

“He really had no idea you were going to be here.” Glenne smiles at her as they make rounds transfering dishes from inside to the outside of the house.

“Really? I would have assumed someone would have dropped hints or something.”

“Nah, Jeff and I have been getting quite a laugh at his soppiness about missing you to be honest,” both girls giggle at Glenne’s words. “And I know you two genuinely miss each other so much, but babe! You can’t deny how absolutely hilarious Harry gets when he becomes too dramatic. The boy was complaining on the car ride here about how Jeff’s driving would cause you car sickness, and how he would definitely ‘throw hands’ if he finds out Jeff offered to drive you somewhere without his prior knowledge.”

Sophia’s jaw drops for a minute, registering this information. She laughs heartily, wishing she was there to record the entire thing.

“Throw hands? I don’t think I can trust him with that!” Sophia responds amusedly, “Harry won’t even kill a bloody ant even if it tried biting him.”

“I actually said that you won’t even subject yourself to that harm in the first place, and he should just stop moaning at the fact that you are definitely a strong independent woman who needs no man to drive her around.”

“Amen to that, babes!”

Besides, Sophia thinks she doesn't even like driving cars and would rather ride her pastel yellow Vespa around Italy to do her personal errands. She’d even offer Harry to tag-along from behind with his arms enclosed around her waist as she cruises them around cobbled streets under the heat of the Italian sun. That’s definitely a plan she’s sure her bunny won’t even think twice before agreeing.

***

The late outdoor lunch began soon after, everyone claiming seats around the long table where the feast will be held.

Sophia is waiting patiently for all the guests to pick the seats they wanted, assured by the fact that wherever Harry sits, she must follow along beside him as the celebrant had wanted.

“Sunflower,” Harry cranes his neck to search for her, when they lock eyes, he smiles at her. “Vieni qui accanto a me, per favore.” (Come here beside me, please.)

Their cheeky friends whistled good-naturedly at the exchange as Sophia makes her way to him, chair already pulled-out for her like the true gentleman that he is.

“There you go, darling.” Harry tucks her chair in when she has seated.

Sophia turns to him when he is seated too, placing a sweet kiss on his cheek in thanks. She notes the slight pinking of his cheek and how he eagerly starts attending to her by reaching for her favorite dishes (which she did strategically placed in front of them) and serves some of it on her plate. He even fetches the pitcher of mango juice and fills her glass mostly full of it before he attends to his own food.

Sophia’s sure that Harry can feel her eyes on him even as they’ve started eating already, conversations around the table sparse due to everyone’s rapt attention on their own hungry tummies.

“Is there something on my face?” Harry turns to his side to face her, eyebrows furrowing. “You keep on staring at me, lovie.”

“Nothing,” Sophia shakes her head with a small smirk on her lips, “Just think you look real cute and all, with your Gucci fit. I should tell Lallo to give more thought to this type of picnic aesthetic look you’ve got on so maybe he can make more for a possible summer collection or something.”

Harry nods his head slowly while chewing on his Yorkshire pudding, “Are you sure that’s all?”

He really knows her well, “And that your attentiveness to me is so cute, I like how you take care of me a lot. Also, you have some of the vegan roast on your plate and I didn’t get a chance to get some awhile ago before it was finished. May I please have a taste from yours?”

Harry just looks at her for a moment with a growing smile, letting her words register in his mind. When it does, he chuckles to himself.

“I think that can be arranged, as long as you share some of your vegan lasagna with me then you get yourself a deal.”

Sophia nods eagerly, “Affare, lovie.” (Deal, lovie.)

Harry gladly spoon-feeds her some of his vegan roast, while Sophia does the same with her vegan lasagna. Their whole lunch consisted of taking turns either feeding each other, or helping themselves to each other’s plates while they indulge in small conversations with their friends and family. Everyone at the table was already highly used to the twos’ affectionate exchanges, not batting an eye at Harry wiping a bit of tomato sauce that went to the side of Sophia’s mouth with his own thumb before placing his finger on his own mouth to suck-off the sauce, nor the way Sophia hand-feeds Harry some of the baked potatoes drenched in ranch with the latter’s mouth releasing a ‘pop’ sound when her fingers left his lips.

When dessert came around, it was a wise decision to just share a big plate of the cake from earlier. Since Sophia wasn’t that big of a fan of cakes in general, she happily indulges Harry to feed her again with his own fork whilst conversing with Gemma and Michal about their trip to Cornwall, suggesting the same thing to him as they did with Sophia.

“I wouldn’t mind being away from the city for a week,” Harry says, turning to Sophia to feed her again. “I’m honestly down to go, if you are, Sunflower. Do you have some slaving to do for Lallo and his clothes next week?”

Sophia giggles at his joke, “I do have some slaving to do for Lallo and his clothes next week, and you’re kind of the reason for it since I am staying here in London for a week and not going to work for him right now.”

Now that was a surprise for Harry. It was a rare occasion for Sophia to leave work for a week without being planned for months as taking her away from making clothes is a very difficult feat to accomplish. Harry himself has to inform her two weeks before if he plans to have dinner with her when he’s visiting Italy.

Harry whistles, throwing a smirk at Sophia, “Must mean I’m a special boy then, if you’re leaving Lallo and his clothes for me, for a whole bloody week. Fuck, I think I might actually cry.”

He jokingly sniffs and wipes his dry eyes, their friends and family including Sophia are chuckling at his dramatics.

“You kinda are... special, I mean.” Sophia says shyly that Harry intertwines his right hand with hers, giving the back of it a reverent kiss.

“You are too, so special, my Sunflower.” He whispers back, squeezing her hand and bringing their joined hands to rest on his thigh. “Does this mean we’ll postpone our Cornwall trip for another time, and instead I’ll bring you with me to Homes Chapel for the rest of the week?”

Sophia should have guessed that after staying in such a busy city that is Los Angeles, California, Harry would want to stay for a bit in a more chill and quiet place like that of his family home in Cheshire when he arrives back in London. It’s just that she’s never been there actually. Harry and her have not yet reached that stage in their friendship/relationship whatever limbo that they’re in where they take each other to their hometowns and childhood homes. It seems quite a big deal for Sophia, like the next step after meeting the parents - kind of serious.

She honestly doesn’t want to impose herself in Anne’s home, knowing that she would probably want to soak up as much time as she can have with her son too before he goes off to plan and do his tour. But Sophia doesn’t think she can answer anything else but a ‘yes’ as Harry’s green wide doe-like eyes peer up at her all softly, like it would seriously hurt him if she says otherwise.

Before Harry has the chance to pull-out the matching pout to convince her, Sophia is nodding her in answer with an all too knowing look on her face.

“Yes, I’ll go to Homes Chapel with you, sciocco bunny.” (silly bunny.)

The winning smile that overtakes the whole of Harry’s face, stays for the entirety of the day as he kisses her cheeks and nose in utter excitement.

***

After the late lunch in the backyard, most people stayed to converse with Harry and the others some more, while some said their goodbyes and left for other engagements. Much to Harry’s earlier promise, he had kept Sophia by his side the majority of the time they were talking to their friends, one hand either at the small of her back, her hip, around her waist, or on top of her thigh when they have found themselves lounging in the couches at the living room.

By this time, most people have already left before dinner. The only ones left staying are his sister and her boyfriend, Niall, Louis and Nick, Jeff and Glenne, Lambert and Anthony, and his band. They have just popped a movie on the TV via NetFlix while Jeff, Harry and Niall went to the kitchen to serve some of the bottles of wine she had brought.

Harry returns with four wine glasses on his two giant hands, handing two to Gemma and Michal, and the last one to Sophia; noting that it’s so sweet of her to have brought fresh from Italy their favorite wine.

“Up you get, Sunflower,” he motions for her to stand-up from her position on the couch. Sophia follows his order and Harry situates himself comfortably in her previous position and taps his thighs for her to sit on.

She carefully sits sideways on his lap, not wanting to spill their glasses of wine in Anne’s new and pristine white couches. Harry’s arm circles around her waist to keep her in place on his lap, and they clink their glasses together before taking a sip.

Everyone watched the movie while contentedly sipping on their glasses of wine, occasionally breaking into small conversations every once in a while. As the movie nears the end, everyone is pretty much wine-happy and laughter around the living area can be more prominently heard. Harry in particular had immersed himself in a full conversation with Nick and Louis about footie and making plans to have a ‘rager weekend like the good o’l lads time before becoming proper wifed-up popstars’ when the World Cup time arrives.

Sophia has decided to just listen around her, saying things here and there when she wants too, but majority of the time she has found comfort in completely going pliant against Harry’s body with her head resting on his shoulder and nose occasionally nuzzling at the side of his neck.

At a particular lull in his conversations, Harry returns the gesture and nuzzles his nose at Sophia’s neck, properly sniffing it afterwards.

“Did you use my perfume?” He looks at her with a small frown on his forehead.

Sheepishly, Sophia giggles and hides her face on his neck, trying to avoid eye-contact.

“Heeeyyy…” Harry giggles back, “Why are you acting all shy now, Sunflower? I just asked a simple and innocent question.”

The hidden tone of teasing in his voice is very apparent in Sophia’s ear, “What if I did, use your perfume or something like that?”

“So is that a yes, then?”

“I asked you a question first, don’t be naughty.”

Harry does a belly-laugh at that, squeezing Sophia closer to him.

“Me? You’re the one who was being naughty and used my perfume, lovie.”

“Alright, I used it. Così quello che ora?” (So what now?)

Sophia feels Harry take a lungful of her scent again, “Nothing, you just smell like me.”

Sophia can’t confirm if that referred to something good or bad, so she goes out of her hiding from his neck, piercing her curious blue eyes with his green orbs. What she finds is the slight pinking of Harry’s ear, a tell-tale sign of flusteredness.

She throws him a smirk, “You like it, you like me smelling like you.” she says it definitively, no room for questioning. “Cattivo, cattivo bunny.” (Naughty, naughty bunny.)

Harry positively turns pink now, all over his neck to his cheeks. He giggles shyly, then ducks to find his face on her neck this time.

“Not being naughty…” he mumbles in a baby voice on her skin. “Adoro il tuo odore come me. Really are my Sunflower.” (I just adore how you smell like me.)

Sophia can’t help but smile, so endeared by the affection Harry was giving her. She was already used to his sweet nature ever since they became close friends. It just catches her off-guard right now as it has been awhile since has experienced it beyond a virtual screen.

Harry situates himself comfortably in that position, arms still wrapped around her body sitting on his lap, his face squished and nuzzles on her neck, sometimes dropping kisses on the skin of her collarbones and even at the cut of her jaw. Sophia returns the attention by massaging the curls on his head, lips finding his forehead every now and then.

They’re no longer wine-happy, they’re more in the wine-cuddly state now; immersed at each others’ touch and warmth. God, did Sophia really miss having her bunny in her arms to love on.

***

Sophia’s arms and legs are wrapped tightly around Harry, the latter’s arms supporting her weight as he carries her upstairs to his room.

“Stop squeezing my ass, H.” Sophia giggles while Harry opens the door with his right hand, the other squeezing one of her backsides’ cheeks.

“Never! I missed you, lovie. Give a man a fucking break!”

He enthusiastically seats them on his bed, bouncing at the impact of his fast action resulting in laughter to ensue between them.

“Baby!” Sophia screeches, squeezing herself tighter around Harry when her straddling position gives him better access to squeeze her ass cheeks.

“Bloody fuck, did I miss everything about you.” He groans, dropping his head on her neck to litter wet kisses on the skin. “And you’re going to be wearing my perfume from now on too, you smell delectable, Sunflower.”

Sophia sighs contently, allowing Harry’s suckling on her neck. “Bunny, don’t think that can happen. Lallo will fire me if he smells me in your Tom Ford perfume, they’re still our competitors, remember?”

Harry giggles and leaves one last wet kiss on the red mark he made at the side of her neck, “Is he still bitter about that?” Sophia just nods her head while smiling.

Harry rolls his eyes good-naturedly, “Tell your boss to get over himself! I am allowed to love other things aside from Gucci, and besides, if you weren’t employed to him I’d probably have asked Lambert to find me another fashion house to do my next tour.”

Sophia’s mouth drops in shock at his joke, hands slapping his shoulder automatically, “Oh mio Dio, sei così morto per Lallo!” (Oh my god, you’re so dead to Lallo!)

“I’m just joking lovie! Don’t tell on me!”

“Na-uh, say goodbye to your boas and sparkly vests for tour.”

She pretends to reach for her phone in her side pocket and Harry swiftly delivers a spank on her bum, halting her actions in a laugh as he quickly turns them around and lays her body on the bed with him resting on top of her.

“Harry Styles, we are going to have a talk about your sudden obsession with my bum, this is not going to be a healthy habit bunny.”

Harry laughs at her disgruntled face, “Not sudden though, I have always loved your bum.”

“Yeah? So you are a bum guy then?” She asks cheekily, giggling at his raised brow.

“What's that comment supposed to mean? I swear you young ones have new meanings for everything.”

“Hey! FYI, you’re just a year older than me, so don’t tell me I’m that young, I appreciate the flattery though.” They share a laugh at that, “And the question I asked has no ulterior meaning bunny, just asking for your confirmation that you really are more of a bum man than a boob man.”

“Boob man?!” Harry asks, shocked that the phrase even came out of Sophia’s mouth.

Sophia giggles, “Yeah, boob man. Like, you prefer these,” and she presses her chest to him from their position, “Or my bum.”

Harry smirks, “Can I not be both? Like, I adore both parts of your body, Sunflower. Can’t choose a favorite, I think. Wait, lemme check.”

All of a sudden, one of his large hands find their way on her ass with a squeeze, the other doing the same at one of her breasts. Sophia’s breath stutters at the unexpected intimate action.

“Um,” Harry says, like he’s thinking, and delivers another squeeze at both body parts, “I think I love them both dearly, so that makes me an ass and boob man, yeah? Actually, Sophia's ass and boob man is more like it.”

She groans at his cheekiness, Harry only laughs at her undeniably pink and flustered state as he delivers an eskimos kiss with their noses and hugs her tighter to him with his whole body flopped on top of hers.

“Alright, that’s enough touching bunny, have to get off of me.”

“No way, cuddle me forever and ever now that you’re back with me!”

“Can’t give you your present if that’s your plan.”

That shuts him up, never one to decline presents especially from her, “What present? It’s not my birthday yet if you forgot.”

She rolls her eyes and gently squeezes his love handles, “Obviously I know, it’s more of a special present since you won your first-ever Grammy even though you deserve to have won the other two as well that you were nominated for.”

Harry snorts at her collarbone where his face is resting, “Better stop stroking my ego, lovie. Reckon won’t be good for narcissists like myself.”

Sophia fondly squeezes his love handles again, “I’m not stroking your ego, Ti sto solo apprezzando come meriti.” (I’m just appreciating you as you deserve.)

Harry hums softly in answer, placing a deep kiss on the cavity of her collarbone before removing himself on top of her and sitting down on the bed.

“I suggest you fetch that gift already before I pounce on you to show my own appreciation for you.”

Sophia laughs at the look of seriousness on Harry’s face, making her way to his closet where she unpacked her suitcase and the green Gucci parcel she wrapped herself before flying to London.

Sophia makes her way back to the bedroom, sitting beside Harry who’s waiting obediently with a child-like smile of excitement on his face upon seeing the familiar parcel on her hands.

Sophia giggles and places the parcel in front of him “Pressie time!”

“Thank you, Sunflower. Already know I’m going to love it cause it’s from my love.”

His cheesy words make Sophia roll her eyes, “Stop being a sap and just open it already.”

“Alright, alright. Such an impatient flower today, huh?”

Carefully, Harry places the Gucci parcel on his lap, delicately opening the various layers of package with his glistening ringed fingers. Sophia watches in anticipation beside him, fetching her phone to capture the moment in video.

The moment the present is revealed to his eyes, Harry loudly gasps and softly runs his hand on the pink leather of the Gucci Jackie bag that he adores so much.

“It’s pink, do you like it bunny?” Sophia asks while giggling at his continuous look of awe, focusing the camera of the phone on his face.

“Of course I fucking love it! It’s bloody pink, my favorite color, Sunflower!” He places the parcel on the bed, bag still inside, and closes the gap between the two of them by pulling her to him in a hug, surprising Sophia with a squeal.

Harry quickly rearranges them back to a straddling position, arms wrapped around her body tightly with her own around his neck. He deposits a kiss at the side of her mouth, smiling so big that Sophia has no choice but to return it.

“Grazie amore mio. Ama sempre ciò che mi dai.” (Thank you my love. Alway love what you give me.)

Sophia giggles at his cuteness, heart always warming whenever Harry speaks Italian. She returns his kiss on his forehead, thumbing-away that one stubborn curl always falling there.

“Sei sempre il benvenuto, bunny. I know that Lallo doesn’t sell your favorite bag in pink, so I requested this right after you got nominated cause obviously, I already knew you were going to win. And also, I especially asked for this kind of pink, this Harry pink, like the shade you love so much on your debut album. I even had to go back a few times to the craftsmen department just to make sure they got the right shade of pink. Bless Lallo for not ordering me to just make the bag myself after I’ve ‘harassed’ his workers continuously.”

Her rambling has endeared Harry tremendously, always transfixed everytime she just lets her words run down from her mouth. As someone who’s usually more observant and reserved, Sophia rarely rambles in this fashion, Harry or Alessandro being the only ones who are able to unleash this side of hers.

“God, you’re fucking amazing.” is all that Harry has the power to say, the English vocabulary lost somewhere in the back of his brain as everything in him has been replaced by everything about his Sunflower.

Sophia likes to believe that everything happens for a reason, that maybe having Alessandro in her life is the reason why she met Harry.

But what if that didn’t matter?

Sitting on the lap of the boy she utterly adores, surrounded by his warmth, love, and energy, makes Sophia believe that whether because of Alessandro or not, she was placed on this earth to care and protect this real-life curly cherub of a man. No other reason is needed for Sophia to fulfill that.

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Obey Me: The Brothers Accidentally Trigger an Abused MC (Beelzebub) (6/7)

Disclaimer: I’m not an expert on abuse or mental health. I’m not portraying how one should respond to these situations, only how I think the characters might. Abuse and trauma in particular are very complex topics, and people respond in all sorts of ways to them, and sometimes it gets really bad on all sides.

I can only draw from my personal experiences as well as those of people who have shared their stories or who I’m close with. There’s no one narrative of abuse and how it affects someone, so what I’m familiar with might not be what you’re familiar with. Let’s try and all be respectful of each other.

Content Warnings: Heated arguments, reference to past abuse, parental abuse, trauma response, breaking down in tears, this is quintessential hurt/comfort y’all, buckle up

Kinda cheating for the twins unfortunately! (In the sense that I’m gonna rely heavily on canon events) In Beel’s case it’s because we’ve only ever seen him lose his cool about either food or family, and for Belphie, well… you’ll see.

Gaaaah tumblr’s stupid new thing where if you resize the tab it wipes your post and switches between mobile and desktop versions made this SUCH a bitch to edit, but here it is! Once again, thank you all so much for your patience! I’ve learned not to make promises about when the next part will come out, but we’re almost done! It’s just Belphie left, then I get to the other requests!

To clarify, the initial dialogue in this scene is not mine, but comes from Lesson 4 of the game and is based on events from Lessons 4 and 5.

Lucifer (X) Mammon (X), Leviathan (X), Satan (X), Asmodeus (X), Beelzebub (you are here), Belphegor (X)

“Now what do we have here?” Mammon soliloquises. “Looks like a custard.”

MC has absolutely no idea what possessed them into letting him drag them to the kitchen.

“Mammon, are you sure we should-”

“Here, eat this,” he cuts MC off, handing them a cup of custard. “I need an accomplice. I don’t wanna be the only one in trouble.”

“In trouble?!” They look down at the custard lid. A note is firmly taped to it.

Property of Beelzebub. You eat it, you die.

They gulp. They really shouldn’t be touching this, what if…

“You’ve gotta be seriously brave to eat this custard here.” Mammon snatches the dessert back and waves it around. “If you can do that, I’ll admit that you’ve got guts.”

I won’t have any guts if Beelzebub finds out, MC thinks. They know the consequences for stealing food. I don’t care if you haven’t eaten all day, you DO NOT touch that fridge, understand?

“So you’re gonna do it, right? What am I sayin’? Do it. That’s an order.”

Then again, they don’t know what Mammon’s capable of either.

Go on, do it. You want to waste food so bad? Go in the trash and fish it out like the animal you are!

“...Okay, I’ll eat it...”

“There we go.” Mammon’s grin is wolfish as he holds out a spoon for them.

It tastes… oh wow. It’s very good custard. They almost want to go back for another-

“You did it!” Mammon shouts, and MC flinches so hard they nearly drop the container. “You totally ate Beel’s custard! I saw ya!”

Now you’ve done it, MC! You know how mad our parents are gonna be when they get back!

I… I had to… I didn’t want to… But it had been days...

“Shhh-!”

“Great, now I’ve got an accomplice. If you ate his stuff too, that means we’re in this boat together!” He returns his attention to the fridge. “So, my turn. Let’s see if I can find anything else good in here. I’ve got a feeling there’s probably something nice hiding back here in this corner-”

A shadow looms over the pair. MC’s blood goes cold. They’ve been caught again.

“D’AH! Beel!” Mammon squeaks. “Wh-What’s the big idea sneakin’ up on me like that? How long have you been there…?”

“Did you eat my custard?” Oh no no no no no. “Did you actually eat my CUSTARD?! Answer me, Mammon!”

Who ate it? Well? Answer me! Or none of you are eating tonight.

“N-Now wait a second, Beel! Lemme explain! There’s a good reason for-”

“You did, didn’t you…?”

Pink flames envelop the Avatar of Gluttony as part of his human illusion falls away. An intimidating pair of sharp horns curl around his head and massive fly’s wings buzz angrily on his back.

“You… ate… my… CUSTARD!”

“Uh-oh!”

As Mammon attempts to escape Beelzebub’s wrath, all MC can do is remain perfectly still, the custard container clutched tightly to their chest. They’ve. Been. Caught.

It’s ridiculous. A small, hysterical part of MC laughs at the absurdity of being caught between two of the most powerful demons in Hell, squabbling over custard and chasing each other around the kitchen. A choked noise escapes them instead. The custard turns sickeningly sweet in their mouth.

The paralysis is broken when Mammon goes sailing through the kitchen wall. Is that-?

A hole in their wall, just above their head. Screaming voices, crying, begging, accusing. They’ve been caught, and now they will be punished.

Footsteps approach MC, and a figure stands towering over them, so much taller, he wouldn’t even have to lay a hand on them for them to be scared, but he will, he will, he’ll hit them again, again and again and again and-

“MC-”

“PLEASE DON’T HIT ME!” They hold up the custard towards Beelzebub, their limbs confused between the desire to return the offending dessert and protect their face.

The Avatar of Gluttony is almost offended by the outburst, until he hears Mammon groan and attempt to get up, shifting some of the rubble before collapsing once again. Okay, maybe he doesn’t have room to be offended right now.

He plucks the container from MC’s vice-like grip, the difference in strength between the two so great that he doesn’t feel their resistance. Oh, it’s almost completely untouched. Maybe he overreacted… Then again, it is Mammon.

...It’s MC’s room that connects to that wall, isn’t it?

Beelzebub opens his mouth to apologize to MC about their wall, to assure them that they’ll figure out a place for them to sleep until it’s repaired, but they’re already gone, sprinting off further into the House of Lamentation.

Did he scare them that bad…?

After the three hours of lecturing that ensued, MC isn’t sure if notifying Lucifer was, in fact, the best idea. While Mammon and Beelzebub had seemed bored, annoyed even, they were barely able to stay on their feet by the end of it. Perhaps they’re still exhausted from their sprint to Lucifer’s study, as well as… other factors.

Lucifer calls their name sternly, as though he has done so several times already. They start and straighten up, but can’t bring themself to quite meet the demon’s eyes.

“I asked you a question.”

“Oh…” they say. “...Sorry...I didn’t-”

“Are you sure you’re comfortable staying in Beelzebub’s room?” They don’t reply, and something in Lucifer’s expression softens. “You were quite distressed when you came to me. If my brothers have done something to upset you, I need to know. Your wellbeing is a crucial part of the exchange program.”

MC laughs humorlessly. “You mean other than destroying my room, I’m guessing.”

The Avatar of Pride falters almost imperceptibly, disguising his surprise with a cough. “Yes, other than… the collateral damage.”

“...Yeah,” they eventually say. “Uh, yes, I’ll stay with Beel until my room is fixed. It’s fine.”

“Wonderful. You’re free to go.” He promptly leaves, muttering about calling the construction worker so soon after the last time.

While MC has a feeling that Beel would be completely fine not addressing the Custard Incident so long as they don’t treat him any differently, they feel the need to explain themself for both their sakes. They tell Beelzebub about their upbringing, about how controlling their parents were when it came to food, and how they’d have to sneak meals more often than not. The punishments they faced when caught doing this.

Beel is horrified and feels incredibly guilty upon finding out what he inadvertently forced MC to relive. He once again assures them that he knew it was Mammon who talked them into eating his custard and that he doesn’t really hold it against them. In fact, from then on, the Avatar of Gluttony invites them on his frequent “snack runs” (which, for Beel, consist of an amount of food MC would normally call a family meal) and personally makes sure they’re eating enough regularly.

One day, MC comes back from a long afternoon studying at RAD and nearly panics all over again at the sight of the kitchen. Saucepans, bowls, half-empty containers, and all sorts of utensils litter the room, not to mention a healthy coating of sweet-smelling fluids. At the centre of this mess is none other than Beel, who smiles and waves upon noticing them, sending more flecks of custard to the floor.

He hands them a container of custard, complete with a lining of various fruits around the edges. On its lid is a note: Property of MC.

It’s very good custard.

“...I…” They can’t. Not if that will happen again. They shake their head, the tears threatening to return.

Lucifer holds back a sigh and nods. “Very well. We’ll find other accommodations until your room is repaired. Perhaps Mammon will get his wish after all…”

Beel doesn’t understand why the human is avoiding him. At first he thought they were still mad about the whole going-on-a-rampage-and-destroying-their-room thing, but they’ve since forgiven Mammon for causing that, so that can’t be it. He keeps returning to the thought that it was something about him, that he scared them so bad they don’t feel safe being around him. Did they think he would try and eat them?

That’s not entirely unfair, he thinks. Especially considering they’re a human in a house with a bunch of demons.

But they aren’t scared around anyone else. Not Satan’s propensity for fatal grudges, not Mammon’s recklessness, not Lucifer’s intimidating presence, not Asmo or Levi’s volatile mood swings… It was just him.

Because he’s just a useless glutton.

#obey me #obey me imagines #obey me shall we date #obey me! beelzebub #shall we date: obey me #mine #beelzebub #my writing

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hopelesshawks · 3 years

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History of Us Part 3- Introductions

Summary: Once upon a time Todoroki and (y/n) were best friends. Now they haven’t spoken in years. When (y/n) is forced to transfer to UA, will she and Shoto reconnect or will their troubled past keep them apart? A childhood friends to enemies to lovers hybrid fic.

If you don’t want to see History of Us content blacklist #hopelesshou

Masterlist Kofi

You trudge downstairs already dreading meeting new people. Aizawa had assured you your last name would be kept under wraps but it still feels like it’s only a matter of time before everyone figures out who you really are. There’s a reason you dye your hair, your natural coloring is too recognizable and it’s a bitter reminder of a man you actively wish to forget. For years you hated looking in the mirror until you finally convinced your mom to let you dye it. Kirishima had been kind even after finding out but Kirishima is kind to everyone. You seriously doubt everyone is as much of a cinnamon roll as he is, especially if he-who-shall-not-be-named recognizes you and blabs to everyone like the little bitch he is.

As you walk into the lounge area it’s just your luck that you spot him first. It’s like a hit to the chest, physically stopping you in your tracks. Suddenly you’re that sobbing, confused eight year old all over again, just wanting to understand how her best friend in the whole wide world could turn his back on her when she needed him most. Kirishima calling your name snaps you out of it as you roll your eyes and make your way over. If Shoto doesn’t recognize you then fine, you’re not about to give him the satisfaction of knowing it’s upsetting you. You drop onto the couch unceremoniously in the small space between Kirishima and Bakugo, causing the blonde to shoot you a glare and huff as he and Kiri are forced to adjust themselves to make space for you. You give him a satisfied grin once you’re comfortable, which only causes his scowl to deepen more, before suddenly multiple unfamiliar faces are hovering right in your field of vision.

“Have none of you fucking heard of personal space?” you snap instinctively, feeling closed in. They seem unperturbed by your temper, instead a boy with long black hair and a wide toothy grin comments “You really are like Bakugo!” “Don’t compare me to that angry Pomeranian,” you scoff. “Hah!? The fuck you just call me half and half?” Bakugo immediately retorts, crimson eyes glaring you down as his palms spark in warning. “I called you an angry Pomeranian. You deaf or something? That why you fucking yell all the time?” you fire back as black shadows start to curl off your right hand like smoke. “You little-“ Bakugo starts to threaten, looking like he’s seconds away from launching into you and starting a proper fight, but both of you are distracted by the delighted laughter of the others. “I love you already! Name’s Mina Ashido,” the pink girl, Mina apparently, introduces herself. “Glad we’ve finally got someone who can keep Bakugo in check. I’m Kyoka Jiro,” another girl introduces. Your mind whirs as you process more and more new names. Denki Kaminari is the other blonde. The boy with the long black hair is apparently Hanta Sero. All of them introduce themselves with both their first and last names. You will not be following suit. “I’m (y/n),” you reply simply. “No surname?” the eager blonde, Denki you remind yourself, asks with a tilt of his head. The gesture reminds you of an overexcited puppy. “Nope,” is your simple reply. “Why not?” he presses. “Because I said so,” you shoot back, raising one eyebrow. To your surprise he immediately drops the subject and moves on. “So why’d you transfer?” he asks. “Moved too far from my old school,” is your quick reply. “How d’you know Kiri?” “Fatgum’s agency.” “What’s your quirk?” “Jesus Denki it’s not an interrogation. Let the girl breathe,” Sero cuts him off with a laugh, shoving Denki to the side a bit so that Sero becomes front and center in your line of vision. He openly gives you an appraising look from head to toe before saying “Don’t mind him he’s a little nosy. The better question is: are you single?” You can’t help but bark out a startled laugh at the boldness of the question. “Your laugh, while beautiful, is not an answer,” he grins. “God you guys are the worst,” Jiro groans with a roll of her eyes, “you don’t have to answer that.” “Thanks,” you laugh before turning back to Sero to say “but for the record I am single,” with a wink. Your laugh turns into a full on cackle at the way his face goes bright red. “Don’t tell me you can dish it and not take it,” you tease him. “Oh he definitely can’t take it,” Mina giggles before launching into a story to prove her point, much to Sero’s chagrin. A small part of you starts to hope that maybe this year won’t be so bad.

The sound of your laughter draws Shoto’s eyes to you. It’s such a stark contrast between how you’d looked when he last saw you. Guilt crawls up his throat like bile, leaving an acrid taste in his mouth. You’re different from when the two of you were little. Harsher. More acerbic. He’s not entirely surprised but it still saddens him. He wonders if things would’ve been different had he ignored his father’s warnings about you. He wants to ignore his father’s warning now. He wants to march right up to you and apologize for everything, lay himself out bare to prove to you he never wanted to abandon you, but something holds him back. He thinks it might be cowardice. God, how would he even begin to apologize? You were having such a bad time you moved to an entirely different prefecture and he did nothing. Of course you hate him.

Shoto is brought out of his musings by Midoriya nudging him, a questioning look in his green eyes. Midoriya would know how to right the wrongs of the past. Or at the very least would probably be able to give him some ideas. But to fully explain what had happened he’d also have to explain your father and reveal your identity. Judging by the fact your last name wasn’t even given on the list of students Aizawa gave Iida, you must be trying very hard to keep that information confidential. It’s really not his place to share and he’s hurt you quite enough already. Maybe he can talk around it a little bit though. “Midoriya, hypothetically, if you had hurt someone greatly many years ago and now had no idea how to start apologizing. What would you do?” Shoto finally asks after thinking carefully over how to phrase his question. “Hypothetically?” Midoriya asks skeptically. “Yes. Hypothetically,” Todoroki confirms. “Well I guess it depends how bad what I did was,” Midoriya hedges. “It was bad,” Shoto replies immediately, face darkening at the admission. “In this completely hypothetical scenario,” Midoriya replies with a knowing smile. “Yes exactly,” Todoroki says as he clears his throat. “Well I guess I’d start by just doing little things to show I’m sorry until we were both ready to talk and I could apologize properly,” Midoriya offers. Shoto nods thoughtfully as he mulls over Izuku’s words. Small things. He could do small things. “Hey, Todoroki-kun?” Midoriya prompts causing Shoto to return his attention to his friend. “Whatever you did to (y/n), I’m sure it wasn’t as bad as you think. She’ll forgive you eventually,” Midoriya assures him.

A loud boom causes both of them to jump in their seats, eyes seeking out the source only to land on you and Bakugo almost literally at each other’s throats as the two of you tumble over each other, the crowd around you still laughing at whatever had incited the tussle in the first place. Both of you look damn near feral, causing Midoriya to gulp. “Probably,” he amends, “she’ll probably forgive you eventually.” Todoroki nods almost solemnly. You may just kill him before he gets a chance to apologize. That doesn’t mean he can’t at least try though.

A/N: Am I back to daily updates on a fic again?? Maybe??? We’ll see lmao. It was fun to write more of the class and their dynamics but omg there’s so goddamn many students in class 1A idk how Horikoshi keeps up with them all 😩 also M*neta got kicked out for sexual harassment in this version of events, I refuse to write that little nightmare lol

Taglist: @sorrythatspussynal @miss-bakugo-writes @pixelwisp @larkspyrr @sokkaandzukosimp @akkaso

#hopelesshou #todoroki smau #todoroki x reader #todoroki x y/n #shoto smau #shoto x reader #shoto x y/n

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kpopscenario · 3 years

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A day on the beach

Pairing: Vernon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: You finally managed to organize the much needed day trip to the beach with your boyfriend - and some other friends who would cause some mixed feelings in Vernon.

A/N: Mentions of jealousy

A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I looked out of the window and finally saw the beach. The weather was just right- not too cold, not too hot. Just perfect not to freeze in only a bikini but also not to sweat like a pig under the sun. I was sitting on the passenger’s seat, next to my boyfriend Vernon, who always wore a content little smile on his face while concentrating on the road.

“If it takes us ten more minutes to arrive-”

“If you complain one more time, I’m gonna yeet you out of the car”, Chan groaned towards Soonyoung who was now pouting like the immature adult he was. Vernon just took a turn left and then already could drive onto the parking area.

“Look outside, we’re already here, relax”, the male next to me said in his calm voice.

Minutes later, we were ready to wander to the actual beach, with all our bags and umbrellas. It was actually hilarious how we kinda looked like we were going on a week trip with everything they insisted on taking with us. As we finally decided a spot that wasn’t in a crowded area, Chan took the towels out, I arranged the umbrellas, Vernon got himself something to drink and Soonyoung immediately got rid of his shirt. That man had been whining during the whole ride about how badly he missed the sea and being able to just lay down on the sand or play beach volleyball. It was cute how excited the pink-haired male was and it didn’t take him more than a minute to run into the waves, making us laugh. He clumsily tripped one meter inside the water- falling face first. Chan only shook his head, half ashamed for his friend, but then got undressed as well.

“Are we going in too?”

Within a minute, both Vernon and I were ready to join our clumsy clown and so we all went into the quite cold water. While Chan was very passionate about swimming (just like Vernon and Soonyoung), I was quite respectfully approaching them. Not because of the temperature, but because I was paranoid what might swim around my feet without me knowing. Luckily, they knew that and they didn’t splash me with water to rush me. Vernon was patiently waiting for me, like the gentleman and good boyfriend that he was, even asked if I wanted to hold his hand, which I then gladly took to get deeper. Meanwhile the other two were already dipping their heads underwater or splashed each other.

Although I wasn’t the biggest fan of being in the water, Vernon made sure to always be around if the other two were occupied with something else or too far away. A few minutes in, the three of them started playing with a soft ball while I preferred to watch them being all silly and excited. The sweet thing was Vernon keep checking how far I was away, or if I was comfortable - something I really appreciated him for. His supportive, caring and low-key soft personality made me feel safe in wherever we were and I loved him for that. After a while, I felt my body shivering and I bet my lips were turning purple.

“I-I think I'm gonna lay down a bit”, I explained before seeing my boyfriend approve with a nod. So I left the water and headed to our place, wanting to feel the soft towel underneath me. As soon as I was out of the ocean, I felt myself relieved, the ocean just wasn’t my thing. But lying on the towel with a book and something to drink was so much better. Therefore I did exactly that, casually watching the three friends playing or making challenges who could swim the fastest. It was clear that we all needed this day off. They hadn’t had a free fully day off in a long while, therefore it was a hell to organize this day trip. But here we were and I couldn’t have been happier.

I was on the verge of falling asleep with my open book covering my face, as someone was nudging my leg.

“Whaaat”, I whined and peeked up - only to see Chan with a grin on his face, all wet and his grey hair being stuck to his forehead.

“I was gonna get myself some ice cream, are you joining?”, before I answered, my eyes gazed towards my boyfriend. “They keep coming up with new challenges.”

Amused by them, I giggled and then got up and got my purse. The ice cream stand wasn’t too far away so I didn’t mind getting a shirt over the bikini, why should I?

“One chocolate and one strawberry please”, I ordered, already knowing that Chan would want nothing else but strawberry ice cream, it was always the same. “I still have no idea how you can actually enjoy strawberries.”

“Uh excuse me when that’s the best flavor?”, he scoffed and contently started eating (deliberately using mmmmmmmhs a million times, which made me nudge him). “Not at you coming for me when you’re ordering the most boring flavor. Chocolate- how creative.”

“Aye! I'm gonna give you a brown nose if you don’t stop disrespecting my amazing taste.”

Back on our towels, we sat next to each other and both enjoyed our ice cream. Eventually, my eyes met with Vernon’s and he waved back with a wide smile that made me giggle. Chan leaned back and supported his weight on his elbows.

“From afar, Vernon looks like a stick figure dancing in the water.”

That comment from Chan made me burst out into laughter.

“WHERE did that come from?”, still giggling, we now both observed my boyfriend who definitely looked more handsome than a fucking stick figure. But I kinda knew what Chan meant. Vernon wasn’t the one with the broadest shoulders, not that buff, event that didn’t mean he was exactly skinny. he was perfectly fit. I hit Chan’s chest nevertheless and whined. “Vernon DOESN’T look like that, mister. Just because he’s not as buff as Seungcheol? You’re not that buff either, lil boy.”

That caused Chan to sit straight.

“DON’T call me that, you dwarf. And I am buff! At least more buff than half a year ago, look!”, he then sucked in some air to appear in a more adequate position, flexing not only his broad upper body but also his arms, which indeed have gained muscle weight overtime.

“Well, okay maybe a tiny little bit. But look”, I started poking the faded outlines of abs. “still squishy here.”

Little did I know that Vernon’s expression dropped when he looked over - only to see me touching Chan’s body.

He just wanted to check what I was doing or if I got bored with him still being in the water. But apparently I had very good company.

When Vernon’s jealous, he doesn’t seem like it from the outside. He wouldn’t look too different than when he’d just woken up or when he’s bored. Just staring but being rather silent. However, he stopped playing with Soonyoung for quite a moment, his eyes fixed on me and how I giggled to things Chan were saying. What was that funny? He was very well aware that Chan had been my closest friend and that since a long time. But something in Vernon’s head told him that we were being more than just friendly right then.

“Everything okay?”, Soonyoung asked, impatient with his friend not passing the ball back but Vernon then shook the feeling off as well as possible to continue playing. He was very rarely jealous and even if he was, he mostly was mature enough to know what I was doing, or if I was doing it deliberately or accidentally. He didn’t like being jealous. You were in a strong relationship and he was proud to be my number one safe place, although Chan surely counted as one too. One side of him tried to shake it off and let me have fun with my friend, just like Vernon did with Soonyoung. But the curiosity and slightly anxious feeling of jealousy tingled in his fingertips and he kept sighing when looking over, still seeing us talking passionately, pushing each other or even laying down together.

‘What am I even jealous of’, he mumbled to himself over and over. Literally to the point where he just couldn’t keep looking over.

“Hey sorry, I need a break”, he mumbled and gave Soonyoung a pressed smile before leaving the water. He couldn’t take his eyes off us not even seeing him approaching until he was literally standing infront of my towel. Like that, he was blocking the sun for me, which made me whine.

“Step away, love”, I sat up.

With that, Vernon nodded and lied exactly next to me, on the same big towel which now didn’t leave any more space.

“Soonyoung called for you, Chan”, he said casually, rubbing his nose to not seem suspicious about lying. His friend surprisedly looked at him and then stood up.

“Alright then, see you later.”

Vernon waited until the distance was big enough to lie on his back and wrap an arm around my shoulder. This made me smile and roll towards him. He didn’t say anything for a while, not knowing if he should even mention being jealous. He literally felt unnecessarily dramatic with this feeling, especially cause it was rare for him.

“What was that?” “Huh?”

“You touching Chan, giggling and having fun.”

It took me a moment to know what he even meant, and why he was pointing it out in the first place.

“Is it bad that we were having fun?”, he sighed.

“Of course not, but...”

“Wait”, I interrupted him as I sat up and looked down at him. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous? Are you?”, now he definitely felt embarrassed about his feeling. Him hiding his face behind his hands proved the whole point, making me giggle. “Babbbyyyyyyy, no reason to get jealous of!”

“I know, I know. Ugh sorry, it’s stupid”, he groaned as he felt my weight now half on top of him as I made sure to cuddle him. Giving reassurance would be enough to calm himself down again. It always helped to kiss his shoulder and explaining the context.

“We .... uh.... he said that you looked like a stick figure in the water. So I defended you by calling him a lil boy and then, you know, he had to flex.”

That explanation already was enough to make Vernon start laughing, he could imagine the scene way too well. We were now just laying there, giggling and making fun of the situation. And like that, Vernon felt lighter.

“Thanks for not calling me a stick figure.” “I got you, baby! But it’s cute when you’re jealous.”

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thatgamefromthatad · 3 years

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Seen these ads? (Obey Me! Review)

This is a visual novel/otome/gacha card RPG game with the same characters and themes as featured in the ads.

As stated in many of the ads this game centers around seven demon brother love interests (as well as some other potential love interests) although the game has a lot of plot elements other than just romance. Most of the ads that I’ve seen feature real art that appears in the game one way or another, and the ads tend to be focused more on the characters and theme in general rather than specific gameplay. Of the ads that do appear to show gameplay, most of the time it’s not really what you’ll see in the game but still follows fairly close to the actual game (for example, the “kiss, free, whip” ad on the top left doesn’t show real gameplay, but you can kiss or whip that character. But that specific art comes from a gacha card I believe and isn’t what you see when you do the kissing and whipping).

A few notes before I get into the full review:

I’m a lesbian, so I’m definitely not the target audience for this game, but I always try to be objective and open-minded when playing any game I’m not the target audience for (other examples I’ve reviewed in the past are Moments, which was also primarily targeted toward women who are attracted to men, Immortal Taoists, which involved a genre I had never heard of before and really had no interest in, Time Princess, which also wasn’t my favorite genre but was still a great game, and various Genius Inc. visual novels, which are targeted more toward high-school age boys as far as I can tell).

Speaking of lesbians, this game weirdly censors the word “lesbians” but not any other LGBTQ+ terms (that don’t include the word “sexual”) as far as I can tell; I decided it was enough of a one-off thing that it wouldn’t factor a huge amount in my overall review of the game, but I think it’s still something to take note of and not let off the hook since it definitely shows bias and can be offensive to players.

This game is rated 12+ on the Apple App Store, and I was pretty harsh on Crush Crush for being rated that way because I thought it crossed the line with some of its sexually suggestive content. I kept that in mind while playing this one, and personally I don’t think it crossed the line in the same way, at least not from what I’ve played so far; although it does have sexually suggestive content (most often when interacting with the character Asmodeus, who is literally known in the game as the “Avatar of Lust”), it’s much more occasional through tidbits of dialog as opposed to in Crush Crush where it involved a whole section of the game and was more interactive in nature. I would definitely still cringe at the thought of a 12-year-old reading some of this dialog, but I think it fits fairly within the App Store descriptors of “Infrequent/Mild Sexual Content and Nudity” and “Infrequent/Mild Mature/Suggestive Themes.”

Last note - there is a character in this game (Luke) who has the appearance and demeanor of a small child who you can interact with in a similar way to the other love interest characters, which concerned me for obvious reasons. I looked more into this, specifically reading into all of the different dialog options involving this character, and his responses never seem to be more than platonic, which is good. He still blushes when you give him gifts and stuff, which is kind of awkward, and it seems weird to throw a kid character into an otome game, but all considered I wouldn’t say the game is promoting anything inappropriate (unlike one of the Genius VNs that clearly involved relationships between an adult and minors).

Sorry I know that’s a lot of notes and disclaimers but I just wanted to that all out of the way as general concerns anyone might have trying this game or reading this review!

Without further ado, read my full review below:

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(I’m trying a new color-coding system to help highlight some of the main points of my review if you don’t want to read my entire essay word-for-word lol. Pink is a positive aspect of the game, red is a negative aspect/criticism and purple is not necessarily positive or negative but just something I wanted to highlight.)

😈 Is the game actually fun? Yes! Just in terms of production value, this game is top notch: the art and character designs are very appealing, the transitions between characters’ poses and facial expressions during VN scenes are actually animated (which looks much smoother and more natural than switching between still images), the voice acting is great (although the VN scenes aren’t fully voice acted, some parts like phone calls are and the characters say different phrases during scenes and battles as well)(Note: all the voice acting is Japanese), and the music is FANTASTIC and perfectly sets the vibe throughout the game.

The best parts of this game in my opinion are the different personalities of the characters and the overall plot; although some of the characters’ personalities can be a bit one-note at times (for example, one character’s entire personality that I’ve seen so far is that he likes to eat and is always hungry), the characters each have their own charm and play off each other well. I found myself getting invested in each of the characters’ desires and goals throughout the story, even the characters I didn’t particularly like. The story is also chock full of humor which is always fun, and the whole world and backstory built around this game (the “Devildom” setting and the idea of an exchange student program with angels, humans and demons) are also unique and impressive.

I really enjoyed the multiple modes of storytelling i.e. how the VN chapters are supplemented with text messages and phone calls from characters and an Instagram spoof with additional side stories to unlock. I know this isn’t a new thing in mobile games (even Gardenscapes and Homescapes do it to an extent lol) but add the compelling characters and overall production value on top and it’s a really enjoyable experience. Since the home screen of the game is set up like it’s your phone, with the different parts of the game represented as “apps,” the game kind of creates a feeling like you’re really living in this world with these characters where you can freely scroll through their Instagram feeds and check the messages you get from them on your own time. The shop where you can buy items and premium currency is called Akuzon (an Amazon spoof) and the place where all your gacha cards are is called “contacts,” which further adds to the immersive effect.

The “dating” part of the game is pretty cute although I haven’t gotten super far so I’m not sure of the full scope of the romantic interactions. From what I can tell, in addition to the dialog, blushy faces and bedroom eyes you get from characters when you give them gifts and touch different parts of their body (above the belt lol), when you raise your intimacy level with them you get additional phone calls and messages from them (I haven’t played a lot of otome games but I think that’s how a lot of them go). I wasn’t that invested in this part of the game but I think there’s some strategy that goes with using the right combination of gifts and touches to maximize intimacy boosts and get certain dialog, which adds a whole other aspect of gameplay in addition to the main game. I also noticed that occasionally your choices throughout the VN chapters will give you a small intimacy boost with a certain character; I kind of wish this was even more integrated since most of the time I felt like no matter what I chose it didn’t make any difference in my relationship with characters. Also, I don’t think there’s a way to “officially” date a specific character, it’s more about raising the intimacy level to earn more interactions but it doesn’t actually affect the main plot.

As far as the main mode of progressing through the game, which is winning “dance battles” with teams from your gacha collection, this part of the game has its own positive qualities such as the cute chibi forms of the characters that appear on screen and the fact that some of the special attacks show a little anime clip of the character (of course it’s less exciting when you see the same clip every battle but I still thought it was a nice touch). I was a little disappointed that there wasn’t a rhythm aspect as the “dance battle” name would imply, and your main interaction during the battle itself is basically just tapping hearts that pop up and tapping the characters when their attacks are ready, but you also have the option to skip that whole interactive sequence and just get a result based on your team’s stats, so there’s not much to complain about there (especially since the battles are sort of a side note compared to the storytelling aspect of the game despite being the main element of RPG-based gameplay that allows you to progress). If you are interested in the RPG aspects, there’s plenty of that to work with (building teams, balancing attributes, managing resources/rewards to level up cards and progress through skill trees of sorts, all that good stuff) although you’re limited to an extent by how difficult it is to get a lot of gacha draws without paying real money. It’s even harder to be able to focus on both strategy and character relationships while playing for free when the same scarce currency is used for both gacha draws and gifts.

👿 Is this a free game or a “free game”? Despite what I just said, I would still consider it a free game - you can gradually save up some of premium currency the game gives out through tasks in order to pay for more gacha draws and other items, and as far as I can tell you can access the main story and the other parts of the game without hitting a paywall. I only got to the fourth chapter so far though so don’t take this assessment as gospel. Like with a lot of other freemium games you might feel pressured to pay (especially when you run out of gifts to give your lover boys, which was the biggest downer for me, or if you’re obsessed with wanting to collect a lot of cards or get a specific card) but since you don’t actually need to pay to progress I still consider it free.

There’s also an energy system where you hit a wall and have to wait if you run out, but I never ran out because of the huge amount of energy the game dumps on you when you first start, and it seems like there are a bunch of other ways to get extra energy as well. There also aren’t pop-up or watch-to-earn ads in this game that I saw.

💀 Features

Main visual novel scenes and storyline (the visual novel scenes come between dance battle stages and there are a few short side routes that branch off but still one main route as far as I can tell, I don’t think your dialog choices really make a different except for in how the characters react to you immediately afterward. Still the main storyline in itself is fun to follow and it’s fun to get different reactions out of the characters based on what you say)

Dance battles (I’m not fully knowledgeable about the minutia of the RPG system at play here but in general the outcome of the battle will depend on the level, rank and attributes of your cards compared against the difficulty and attributes of the stage you’re playing. There also “memory cards” that can be assigned to support your team and expendable temporary boosters called “glow sticks” that boost your stats for one battle. During the battle itself you tap hearts that appear to earn extra points and you can tap your characters when their power is charged up to “attack” your opponent and use special skills. There are guides online that go deeper into stats and strategies and such if you’re interested. Different stages have different rewards for completion and you can quick complete levels you’ve already beaten to mine resources you need)

Gacha mechanic and cards (the gacha area of this game is called “Nightmare” and there are a few different pools along with event pools each with their own odds and sets of cards you can get. For the default pools you get free draws periodically and I believe you get one free draw for each event pool IIRC. You also get a bunch of vouchers for draws when you first start the game which got me handful of SSRs and a couple URs to build a couple of solid teams right off the bat. In addition to drawing directly from gacha pools you can get some cards by collecting card pieces as rewards from stages and events until you have enough to get the actual card. Each card has its own set of stats/attributes, can be leveled up and has a skill tree of sorts that can be progressed through with resources mined through beating stages, although it’s more of an attribute tree than a skill tree since most of the branches just add points onto one of your card’s attributes. Some cards, the rarer ones, have special skills that can be used in battle)

One-on-one characters interactions and intimacy i.e. the “dating” part (there are two ways this occurs: 1) you can set a specific character to your home screen that allows you to enter into an interaction with them, with a refresh period in between interactions 2) the main way, which is through “surprise guests” after dance battles. These surprise guests show up frequently but not always, and they’re always one of the three team members you used in battle, selected randomly. For each one-on-one interaction you can do three actions - either give a gift, touch the character or ignore the character. Sometimes the character will also offer you a high five which counts as an action if you oblige. Different characters have different favorite gifts and touching different parts of the body can get a different reaction depending on the character and your level of intimacy I believe. Your intimacy level with a character increases depending on the combination of actions you perform, and sometimes the character also gives you gifts back like more energy or resources. There are guides for this online as well)

Text messages and phone calls (text messages are the main mode of storytelling outside of the main VN scenes - you get messages from characters or multiple characters in group chats that you respond to with preset messages or stickers similar to how you make choices during the VN parts. Some of the text messages correspond with the main plot as you progress, ex. A character texts you to be in a certain place at a certain time and next VN scene is of you two meeting at that place. I think other text messages also come up when you reach certain intimacy levels with characters. There are certain group messages that you don’t respond to where you’re basically spying on a group chat among characters and just get to see what everyone’s saying. In addition to written messages and emoji stickers characters will also sometimes send pictures. Phone calls are fully voice-acted dialog you have with another character and they seem to pop up when you reach certain intimacy levels - I’ve only gotten ones so far with the two characters I have the highest intimacy with)

Instagram spoof/“Devilgram” (Devilgram is an in-game photo sharing social media app similar to Instagram and the photos on there correspond to gacha cards. When you acquire the gacha card that corresponds to a Devilgram post you unlock a side story, but you also need keys to unlock further scenes from that story, which can be gradually earned through completing tasks and such)

To Do tasks (completing tasks on your To Do is the main way to earn premium currency in the game along with other rewards and resources. There are daily tasks, overall tasks and tasks specific to each character. Examples of tasks are completing a certain stage or number of stages, beating a stage using a team that includes a certain character or reaching a certain intimacy level with a character. There are also beginner missions when you start the game that I think stay available until you complete all of them)

Events (there are sometimes side story events called “pop quizzes” and gacha events that are available for a limited time, or sometimes an event has both a corresponding pop quiz and gacha pool. The pop quizzes are separate chapters with their own dance battles and VN scenes, and the battles will come with reward points that you can spend on different prizes. Sometimes there are unique cards you can only get from an event. Other minor types of events include log-in bonus events and events where you can get special types of gifts for your love interests. There’s also a feature where you can “time-travel” back to old events at some cost but I haven’t explored this much)

Jobs (you can assign characters to passively complete jobs that earn you a small amount of non-premium currency over time and also increases your intimacy with the assigned characters by a small amount)

Customization (you can unlock avatars of different characters to use for your profile and set the name you want characters to refer to you by throughout the game. You can also change the outfit of your homescreen character, change the homescreen wallpaper and change the homescreen background music by making purchases in the Akuzon shop or acquiring certain gacha cards)

⚖️ Ad Honesty Rating: 4/5 (just from the ads I’ve seen, especially the ones that appear to be running currently, there don’t seem to be blatantly fake ads and the ads show real art and do well conveying the theme and characters in the game. However some of the ads are misleading about the actual mechanics of gameplay and may also lead you to believe there are actual romance routes with the characters which is not really the case)

⭐️ Overall Rating: 5/5 (I definitely didn’t want to give this game a great rating just because it’s super popular on Tumblr but I can definitely see why it’s so popular. There are lots of things to do, the characters are very lovable, it’s funny, the art is great, the music is great and the lore and overall vibe are compelling and unique. It’s a high-quality game with a good story and I’ll probably keep playing it)

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cake for dessert

Grayson wants a slice of MJ for dessert on a rainy day

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warnings: badly written smut

A/N: one of the MJ things I promised to upload. It’s storming like crazy here and this is all I want in life rn so I figured this was the one to post.

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A chilly spring rain has descended over LA out of nowhere, as MJ discovers with surprise when she and her best friend Lainey step out of their final store at The Grove. That Saturday had started off warm and sunny, a perfect weekend day to spend out and about, but the storm rolling in is suddenly derailing her and Lainey’s plans for a chill afternoon at the beach.

“Well, shit,” Lainey remarks, glancing up at the dark clouds looming in the not-so-distant skyline.

“Right?” MJ concurs. She scrunches her nose and watches Lainey pout as they consider what else they might do with their Saturday. With MJ still busy working hard at her new job and, admittedly, being wrapped up in the fading newness of Grayson, she and Lainey haven't had much time to spend together. Especially considering her friend’s own relationship and hectic schedule.

A fat raindrop surprises her by landing on her nose, and both of them giggle as the sudden light sprinkle becomes more steady. They hurry down the walkway to the parking garage until they find MJ’s car, hurrying inside and slamming the doors just in time for the rain to start really coming down.

“Looks like we’re going home, unless you want to fight the LA drivers who have no idea what they're doing in the rain to go to a movie or something,” MJ jokes, selecting her favorite rainy day playlist full of Tame Impala, Bon Iver, Rex Orange County, and the like to serenade them on the way back to her apartment.

Lainey laughs. She’s also from out of state and shares MJ’s anecdotal opinion of the LA natives. “Yeah, as much as I want to stay and cuddle and feed each other takeout, I think for that reason I’m gonna have to head out when we get to your place. It’ll take me an extra hour to get home because of this.”

Now it’s MJ’s turn to playfully but also somewhat seriously jut out her lower lip in an impression of Lainey’s earlier pout. “Who’s gonna dangle pad Thai noodles into my mouth, then?”

“I don’t know, babe. Don’t you have a boyfriend or something now?” Lainey smirks, snatching MJ’s phone from her lap and waving it in her face so her lock screen illuminates, an accidental candid she had captured of said boyfriend with that beautiful smile shining right at her.

“It’s not the same,” whines MJ, entering the rapidly congesting highway. “First of all, he’s busy most of the day. Second, he makes it sexy, whereas you’re just plain cute. I don’t think I’m in the mood to be sexy today.”

That was true, for sure. Her outfit consisted of a pair of black leggings, one of Gray’s t-shirts that hung off her body shapelessly, and a baseball cap to hide the fact that she wore no makeup. Between her stuffy nose from the cold she’s fighting and the lack of sleep from the night before, she couldn’t be bothered that morning to try any harder.

Lainey, who had been listening while checking the visor mirror to see if her mascara had survived the rain, feigns offense. “Wow, bitch, are you saying I’m not sexy?”

“Boo, you’re sooo sexy. Grayson should probably thank you for half of my skills based on your tips over the years, now that I think about it,” MJ grins, causing Lainey to cackle.

Their girl talk continues the rest of the surprisingly short car ride back to MJ’s apartment building. MJ pulls up behind Lainey’s car and hugs her bestie over the console.

“Love you. Text me when you’re home so I know you survived the drive.”

“Will do. Love you, babe.”

MJ makes sure Lainey is in her car before driving into her covered spot. The tiredness had been real before, but the pure exhaustion hit her out of nowhere as her mind processes that she’s now home. She’s suddenly looking forward to nothing more than ordering said takeout, soaking in a too-hot bath, and watching The Hobbit series all afternoon.

She shuts the door to her apartment behind her with a sigh and trudges into her room, tossing her bags on her bed. Desperate to start the second half of her day of relaxation, it takes her all of 30 seconds to strip down and make her way into the bathroom. As the soaking tub fills, she selects a Lush bath bomb and bubble bar from the basket on the counter.

With a last-minute face mask applied, hair piled on top of her head to keep it dry, and New Girl ready to play on her phone, she’s just settling into the water with a light moan when the phone begins buzzing on the ledge of her soaking tub. She dries her hands and smiles when she sees Grayson’s name on the FaceTime call.

“Hi, baby,” she answers once his handsome face fills the screen, scooping some of the foamy bubbles closer to her chest so they fluff out cloud-like from her skin.

Grayson grins and takes a second to admire at her. “Hi, sweetheart. You look so fucking cute.”

MJ rolls her eyes but flushes and smiles appreciatively. “If you say so. How’s filming going?”

He puffs his cheeks and blows out the air slowly, running a hand through his hair. “Good, but it’s been a long day. E and I both decided to call it quits early; we’re both way too strung out on no sleep and anxiety to get much else done, especially now that the weather’s gone to shit.”

“I’m sorry, Bear, I know you both wanted to get everything wrapped tonight,” she laments with him, wishing she could comfort him with a kiss to his plump pink lips. “I’m kind of in the same boat. Lainey and I couldn't go to the beach, and between this cold I have and the fact it’s getting harder and harder to sleep without you, I’m so tired.”

Grayson smiles at her in that way he reserves only for her — soft, crooked, his hazel eyes sparkling in the center and crinkling just the tiniest bit at the corners — especially at the sound of her little pet name for him.

“Can I come over? I’ve been thinking about you all day, but I didn't want to cut into your time with Lainey. I just need to be with you.”

“Yes please,” MJ agrees with a sniffle. “As long as you’re the big spoon while we have a couch day. That’s about all I’m gonna be good for today, I think.”

“Of course,” he grins, getting into his car. “Are you gonna be my little cuddle bug all afternoon, Peach?”

She hears an exasperated ‘oh my God’ in the background and can practically see Ethan’s eye-roll out of frame.

“Yeah,” she coos back to her boyfriend, then, “hi, E.”

“Hi, MJ,” he grunts. As she’s naked underneath the clouds of bubbles, Grayson doesn’t angle the phone towards his brother, but she can still hear his voice. “You know, he’s already a cornball most of the time, but you really bring it out of him in droves, dude.”

Grayson doesn’t even react to Ethan, his gaze fixated instead on MJ through the phone. “Good. I sleep better with you in my arms, too.”

“Ugh,” Ethan complains. “Where are my fucking AirPods?”

She does, indeed, hear rustling, presumably from the older twin, but she chooses to ignore him as well. “Can you pick up Thai or Veggie Grill or something on your way over?”

“Oooh, yeah, either of those sound awesome. I’m starving,” Grayson agrees. “I’ll have to drop E off at home first and hopefully traffic wont be too bad both ways. Be there in an hour?”

“Sounds good. Thank you, baby,” she says quietly with a sweet, content smile.

He winks at her, and his voice drops a couple of notches. “No problem, Peach. As long as you’re my dessert.”

Her body rushes with heat, and not from the temperature of the water she’s soaking in. Before she can answer, Ethan groans louder than ever.

“Oh my God, dude, I fucking heard that! Can you keep your cheesy sex talk at zero while we’re literally right next to each other?” His voice suddenly picks up even louder so she can hear him. “MJ, I can’t believe you still let him fuck you when he says shit like that.”

“He makes up for it with the other things his mouth can do,” she retorts, winking at Grayson. Her giggles join Grayson’s howls of laughter and taunts at his brother, who apparently is very much done with the conversation. “Alright, I love you both. Drive safe, please.”

True to his word, Grayson shows up a little over an hour later with a bag of Veggie Grill in one hand and a Starbucks medicine ball in the other. MJ absolutely despises hot tea, and he knows it, but he also knows she won’t be able to resist the soothing warmth of it — especially considering he took the time and effort to get it for her.

He smiles at the sight of her cocooned in the plush, cozy fabric of her favorite blanket and leans down to give her a quick kiss. He hands her the drink, which she does indeed accept with warm eyes and a soft heart. She takes a sip and lets the hot liquid coat her scratchy throat as he plops down next to her with a sigh and sets the food on her coffee table. Grayson cups her cheeks to draw her in for another kiss — lingering, closed-mouthed pecks this time.

“Hi,” he says, smiling and dropping one to her red-tipped nose for good measure.

“Hi,” she whispers, her voice hoarse from mouth-breathing more and more throughout the afternoon. “Sorry I look so gross. This cold is kicking my ass the later it gets. You’re probably going to catch it.”

“First of all: worth it. Second: are you kidding? This is my favorite MJ,” he assures, peppering little kisses all across her forehead as he draws her in to his chest. Her hair is in the same messy bun from her bath, her glasses are on, and she’s dressed in her old college crewneck sweatshirt, boy-short Calvins, and fuzzy socks… “No one gets to see you like this except me. All fresh-faced and beautiful and undone. All mine.”

“Mmm,” MJ hums, snuggling into him and sniffling. “We’ll see how you feel when I’m snoring like a 300 pound grandpa in a little bit because I can’t breathe out of my nose.”

“Okay, but I don’t see how that’ll be different from any other night.” She draws back and smacks him on the arm playfully, scoffing incredulously. He just barks out a laugh and kisses the frown off her lips before distributing their late lunch between them.

They make comfortable small talk while The Office plays quietly in the background, mixing with the patter of rain on the large windows. A fuzzy warm ball settles in the pit of her stomach that has her feeling almost heady at the simple intimacy of the moment.

MJ finishes first. She takes off her glasses and places them on the coffee table next to her tea so she can curl into a ball and nuzzle into Gray’s shoulder. He kisses the top of her head affectionately and finishes his meal in silence while they watch the antics of Michael Scott and gang for the millionth time. Eventually his empty plate joins hers and he opens his burly arms to gather her in his embrace, lying down and bringing her with him.

Grayson chuckles when she fully climbs on top of him so she’s straddling his hips and hugging him with all of her limbs like a koala would a tree, her nose buried into the five o’clock shadow on his neck. He makes sweeping passes up and down her back. “Needy today, sweetheart?”

“A little,” MJ mumbles, eyelids already feeling heavy, even more so when he fixes the oversized blanket around the both of them. He smells so good, feels so solid and warm, his breath tickling her ear soothingly. They FaceTime every day, but their crazy lives have made it where this is the first time in days that they’ve seen each other in person. “Missed you. We both work too much.”

He lets out a little hum of agreement, sighing when he feels her lips pucker to dot baby kisses on his bronze skin. His hands stroke up and down her back comfortingly. “I missed you, too. E and I should have just one more day of shooting before we’ll be home more to work on editing and stuff with the team.”

“I’ll be in Seattle most of next week for a new client recruit,” she reminds, recognizing the inexplicit invitation. “Otherwise I’d come over and work remote with you.”

“Ugh, that’s right,” Gray laments, sighing. “Kiss me. Please?”

MJ gives him a lazy smile when she feels his fingers tilt her chin up. Their makeout is slow and simple and just what the both need, reconnecting after days and lives apart.

A few minutes go by until MJ groans a little and sits up in his lap with a sigh, a string of saliva connecting their lips before breaking with a snap.

“I can’t breathe laying down like that. Or just out of my nose,” she pouts. One of her hands plays with his hair while the other smooths down his t-shirt over his chest where she had rumpled it by laying on him.

Grayson grips her hips and follows her up, hugging her tightly around the middle with those huge, burly arms. “Since you can’t sleep anyways…” he looks at her, and she cocks an eyebrow, her lips quirking questioningly. “Can I have my dessert now? You can sit up on the couch. And no mouth-to-mouth required.”

MJ chuckles and wraps her arms around his broad shoulders, biting her lip as she considers his request. As much as she wants Grayson in any capacity most of the time, today is one of those days where sex just isn't on the table for her.

That being said, can she really resist that tongue? Those lips?

Before she can answer, he continues. “I know you don’t feel good, so I’ll understand if you just aren't up for anything today. But I’m not expecting you to reciprocate at all. I’ve just been wanting… like, basically needing to eat your pussy all week. It’s all I’ve been able to think about for so days.” He traces her jawline with his nose until his lips reach that little spot right behind the hinge and just below her ear, where he licks and nibbles until her hips start shifting in his lap of their own accord. “Please?”

Well, how the fuck is she going to say no to that?

She can’t, and knows he can sense her giving in when he starts to turn them around so she’s reclined against the back of the couch. Grayson grins while he arranges the blankets and pillows around her to get her as comfy as possible.

She watches him fuss over her with loving eyes, but wants to make sure he really is okay with the arrangement, too. “Are you sure? I don’t want to blue ball you. And I can speak from experience that that rug isn't a fun place to be on your knees for an extended period of time.”

Gray smirks at her and plants one more kiss to her lips before sinking down her body, snatching a couple of stray pillows to cushion his knees. “One problem solved. And don't worry about any chance of blue balls; it’s been way too fucking long since I’ve done this, and I’ll be lucky if I don't cum in my pants before I even get you to your first one.”

“Oh, so I’m in for more than one orgasm today?” MJ smiles back down at him and lifts her hips so he can drag her panties down her toned legs, placing her feet on the edge of the couch so she’s nice and open for him once he had the fabric tossed behind him somewhere. “I’d say that was big talk if I didn't know you could back it up.”

She knows he likes a challenge, and combined with his love for being praised and her bare pussy exposed to him at long last, she feels like she’s got a little bit of an upper hand here.

“Always,” he murmurs.

His lips start at the inside of her knee, working their way up to her inner thigh, across her mound to nuzzle in the little patch of hair she hadn't bothered to trim down between waxes, before trekking down the opposite leg. MJ knows his goal is to build up the anticipation for them both, and he’s succeeding; she can hear his breathing intensify as he tries to take in her scent, and she can feel the wetness beginning to leak out of her without so much as a lick from him.

Finally, he brings his hand up to trace her smooth lower lips, glancing up at her with warm yet lustful eyes as he takes in how his teasing is affecting her. MJ gives it right back, sneaking a hand under her oversized sweatshirt to play with her breast. It drives him absolutely crazy seeing her touch herself, but also not being able to see. If she didn't know any better, she would say sometimes he was more obsessed with her boobs than her actual vagina when they get down.

When his eyes turn dark, she grins and uses her free hand to rake through his hair and pull him towards her pussy while simultaneously pinching her nipple just the way she likes. Grayson growls and turns his attention back where she’s directing him, finally parting her with his middle and index fingers to expose her clit. He places a quick kiss directly to it, causing MJ to gasp and grip his dark locks tighter.

He gives it a more sensual smooch and pulls back to watch more of her juices trickle out of her until he can’t resist really getting to work anymore. His moan vibrates against her when his tongue swipes through the sweet wetness, trailing it to her clit with his mouth and giving the nub a gentle suckle before slipping his tongue back to her entrance. MJ lets out little whimpers of bliss as he makes out with her pussy, his tongue reaching as far inside her as it can, wiggling around and slurping down everything that comes out of her.

She lets him eat her out with no real purpose, thoroughly enjoying the constant stimulus of his lips and teeth and tongue without a driving need to make her cum behind it. Her hands flit between stroking his hair comfortingly, to playing with her breasts, to digging her nails across his clothed shoulders.

“Feels so good,” MJ whispers while she watches him work. Her fingers are combing gently through his hair once again to push the dark strands off of his forehead just in time to see his eyes flit open to meet her own.

“Tastes so good,” Grayson growls back, taking a moment to sit on his haunches and get a thorough look at her spread out for him. Her pussy is swollen and wet, the insides of her thighs bare the faint markings of his teeth, and her face is pure bliss even as she sniffs and coughs a bit. “You okay?”

MJ nods. It’s sweet of him to check, but all she wants now is his face back in her pussy. She bites her lip and one of her heels, still clad in a fuzzy sock, digs into the middle of his broad back to push him in. Grayson smirks darkly and follows her lead, his lips immediately suctioning around her plump little clit.

“Fuck…” MJ moans. Her voice is raspier than usual and, like everything else about her today, goes straight to his dick, which throbs untouched in his grey sweats.

He starts working her over with purpose now, determined to get her to cum in the next 30 seconds. He knows he can do it even if she hadn't started chanting, “like that, like that, don’t fucking stop…”

Her moans reach peak levels, as loud as she can be with her sore throat, and her clit throbs on his tongue. Her back arches off the couch and her hands dive fully in his thick hair now to hold him to her, her heel still pressing against his spine doing the same.

Grayson groans and has to remove one of his hands from her hips to reach into his boxers and squeeze his dick hard enough to stave off his own orgasm. He slips two fingers of his other hand in her dripping pussy to give her something to clench around, which doesn’t help his attempt at not cumming literally in his pants when he feels her walls gripping his digits like a vice.

“Baby…” she whines as he brings her down with little kitten licks on her pulsing clit, her thighs quivering around his head. Grayson hums and nuzzles into that delicate skin until the muscles beneath stop trembling, and the flutters around his middle and ring fingers have ceased. He never takes his eyes off her face — eyes closed, mouth agape, cheeks flushed. Beautiful and dismantled because of him.

Once he feels she (and, frankly, he himself) have calmed just enough to be able to take more, he starts to press and curl the fingers inside her. MJ whines softly as the build picks up again, which turns into shrieking when he wraps his swollen lips around her clit again and sucks the nub sharply into his mouth. Between the sloppy wetness of his mouth and the way he applies pressure just right on her g-spot, it takes all of a minute for her to fall apart again. She marvels, not for the first time, at how fucking good he is at this, how well he knows her body.

‘Always’ is right.

Grayson sits back, removes his hand and mouth from her and growls at the sight before him while he pushes against the backs of her thighs. So much for sitting up, as she’s now practically on her back, but neither of them are complaining or stopping to readjust. She’s perfectly exposed for him, her juices and his saliva coating her skin and dripping down her ass, she’s that wet.

“MJ…”

Her name escaping his lips in that husky voice finally gets her to lazily blink her eyes open until her gaze focuses on him as clearly as she can. He looks sexy as fuck on his knees for her, pupils dilated and the stubbled skin of his chin and jaw covered in shiny wetness.

Grayson’s big hands knead the insides of her thighs until he’s confident he has her full attention. He smoothes his palms to the crooks of her knees, moving her gently until she’s practically folded in half, and without breaking eye contact shifts his head that much further down so he can go to town on her even lower.

MJ gasps and shoots one of her hands to his hair, her first instinct being to push him away, until half a second passes and she’s doing the exact opposite. No one has ever done this for her before, and now she’s wondering how she had gone so long without the sensation of his tongue swiping up her cum from that virtually untouched hole.

If she was in any right state, she would have seen Grayson’s smug, quite literally ass eating smirk at her reaction to his ministrations. He isn’t sure why in their nearly eight months together he had never eaten her ass before; it isn’t the first time he’s done it to a girl. Maybe because he treasures sex with MJ more than anyone in his life before, maybe knowing in his heart that they have a long future of making love ahead of them had caused him to wait. What he does know, is that he’ll never be able to resist doing it again when the desire to rises, especially given her voracious response to it.

“Fuck!” MJ wails when he spreads her even more open with his hand so he can have better access, his tongue rimming and prodding her asshole to perfection while the thumb of his free hand presses upward on the hood of her clit. He knows her so well, can sense she’s too sensitive for direct stimulation there, but the pressure right above the bundle of nerves is exactly what she’s craving without her even realizing it.

But he does, and it feels so good — too good; Grayson’s eyes drop closed as he lets her taste and sounds overcome his senses, and it’s like her pleasure is his as his hand finally begins to jerk himself off. He builds up the speed of his strokes with her increased pace of breath, until she cums for a third time, and his tongue is quickly swiping all the way up her crease, from asshole to clit as he stands to his feet. He leans over her with one hand on the back of the couch and licks the last of her off his lips as he takes in her body to fuel him even more, even as clothed as she still is.

MJ starts to come-to enough to realize what he needs, and lifts her shirt to expose more skin to him. She drinks in the sight of her gorgeous boyfriend towering over her with his sweats and boxer briefs pushed down just enough for his equally beautiful dick to be out while he strokes the head aggressively. He’s about to explode and she knows it, just as attuned to his body’s tells as he is with hers.

His face is hovering just above hers, and she watches his mouth drop and his eyes train on her exposed skin. MJ bites her lip and whines, pulling roughly on her nipples while her eyes flit between his face and his cock. “Cum on my pussy, baby, I want it — want your cum all over me, make it your pussy…”

She’s rambling, but it’s all he needed as a deep, relieved groan escapes him, followed by soft grunts as he shoots all over her, exactly where she told him to and then some. MJ moans quietly and knocks his hand out of the way to finish him off herself, squeezing the last drops of the pearly white from him. The fingers of her other hand collect what she can from her skin to keep it from dripping on the couch, spreading it instead over her swollen lower lips.

His chest still heaves when she looks up at him with a tired smile, which he matches with a laugh when her final stroke makes him flinch. He pushes her hand off his cock and tells her, “Don’t move.”

She obeys, and watches him lean over to grab his phone off the side table, unlocking it and swiping up. “Is this okay?” he asks, motioning with his head. “This is too fucking sexy. Need a memento while you’re out of town.”

MJ giggles and nods, spreading her legs a little more as he goes to town. She does her best to coat her pussy in his cum, her long, glittering manicured nails adding a certain aesthetic to the shots. She even scoops some up and let him capture her sucking it off her middle finger.

Grayson smiles tiredly and kisses her sweetly, the gentleness and simplicity of it a little stark after the pure filth of the last twenty minutes. He tucks himself back in his pants and goes into her bathroom to get a wet rag to clean her up with, chucking it in the washer when he’s done. On his way back over to her, he picks up her long-forgotten panties off the middle of the living room floor with a smirk and hands them to her, plopping next to her and dragging her into his lap once they’re back on her body.

“I’m gonna have to insist on you having dessert every day,” she yawns into his chest with a sniffle. “I didn't know you liked cake so much.”

Grayson laughs and squeezes her tight to him, placing a lingering kiss on her forehead as he confirms to Netflix that, yes, they are indeed still watching. “And Ethan says I’m the cornball.”

“If he only knew.”

#idk if i like this or not #but it is what it is #hope its okay #dolan twins #grayson dolan #ethan dolan #smut #grayson mj

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quickspinner · 3 years

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Month of Miracles Day 5 - Decoration

Find the prompt list here!

I have meddled with powers I did not fully understand and now the Hallmark AU has gripped me. I think you can expect to see more of this sprinkled throughout the month. Oh, well. Multiparters in prompt months are like a tradition for me now, right?

Hallmark Movie AU

Imagine, Marinette thought as she helped Rose unpack the decorations and ornaments to go on the tree, Luke Stone in a town like this.

Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t heard of him releasing anything new recently. So he was from this town, then? He must be on vacation, visiting his family and helping out at the farm. Taking a break, maybe writing some new songs. Funny, to think of the glammed up, heavily bedazzled rock star wearing flannel and working on a Christmas tree farm.

Marinette had winced the day before, watching him tear up his palms hauling the tree she’d picked out yesterday and tie it down deftly with fingers that had to be worth millions of dollars. It pained her to think of the hands that had created such beautiful music being abused in such a way. Surely he should have been wearing gloves, at least. He’d been so cold to her, though, that Marinette hadn’t dared suggest it or question him.

She’d been skeptical when Jagged Stone’s son had made his debut on tour alongside his father. She’d been a longtime fan of the older Stone and didn’t think even his own flesh and blood would be able to match him—but the younger Stone hadn’t tried. Luke’s music was clearly influenced by his father, but was also entirely his own, but so evocative, so emotional, she had been pulled in despite her reservations. She owned every one of Luke Stone’s albums, including the special edition greatest hits album, which she had bought even as she complained to Alya that he was too young in his career to be releasing a greatest hits album.

Marinette hadn’t said much to Rose about the encounter, not sure whether it was common knowledge amongst the town that he was here, and not wanting to infringe on his privacy if it wasn’t. Rose had given her a funny (disappointed?) look when she mentioned the grumpy young man that had helped her, but hadn’t said anything about it, just asked Marinette to come back today and give her a hand decorating the tree after the maintenance staff got it set up.

It wasn’t as if Marinette had much else to do, and Gina’s house felt huge and empty with just her in it, so she’d agreed, and here she was unpacking dusty boxes that had been hauled out of storage. She sighed as she surveyed the contents. The boxes looked like they’d been packed up by unsupervised five-year-olds last year.

She was sorting the decorations into piles, still absently pondering the mystery of Luke Stone, when the library doors slid open, and the man himself walked in. He was dressed much the same as he had been yesterday, in layers that hid the muscular shoulders and arms he displayed on stage. Before Marinette could react, Rose flitted past her.

“Luka!” Rose squealed, throwing herself at him. “You’re here!” Luka staggered slightly but wrapped one arm around her waist to catch her, holding her with her feet dangling off the ground as she kissed both his cheeks, her arms wrapped around his neck. Marinette stared, mouth hanging open slightly.

“That was enthusiastic,” Luka laughed, looking down at the petite blond hanging off of his tall frame.

“I’m happy to see you!” Rose smiled brightly.

“You just saw me at dinner last night.” Luka bent his knees and set her on the ground. Rose took the hint and let him go, but bounced on the balls of her feet. “And I told you I’d come, he added.”

“And now you’re here!” Rose threw out her arms. “I’m so glad! I have so much to do to get the childrens’ program ready and the decorations are so much for poor Marinette to manage by herself! Have you met Marinette?” she inquired, turning and holding out her arms to present her friend. Marinette closed her mouth and tried to smile as she gave a little wave. “I think you did,” Rose continued, turning to give him a warning look. “I think she said she ran into you at the farm.”

Luka felt embarrassment creeping up his neck at Rose’s clearly scolding look. He nodded at Marinette. “Briefly, yeah. Nice to see you, Marinette.” He pronounced her name carefully, feeling bad about teasing her yesterday. She smiled a little more, and then looked down, her hands fluttering around the decorations she’d been separating.

“You can get the lights on the tree while Marinette finishes working out that stuff,” Rose suggested, pointing to a pile of lights sitting near Marinette. “You’re nice and tall, so that should make things easy. There’s step stools in the kids’ area if you need them. Come here and I’ll show you what I want.” She hooked his arm and pulled him around to the far side of the tree. “The plug’s over here, so you’ll need to start on this side.”

As soon as they were out of sight, Rose slapped his arm. “Dummy!” she scolded in a whisper. “I didn’t send her to the farm so you could be mean.”

“I wasn’t mean,” Luka protested weakly, and then frowned. “What do you mean, you sent her?” He gave his not-quite-sister a suspicious look, and then leaned slightly to look around the tree and make sure they were out of earshot.

He paused. Marinette had been cute yesterday in her puffy pink coat and earmuffs, but he hadn’t really had time to notice her. Now she looked trendy but comfortable in pigtails and a soft pink sweater over skinny jeans, her profile turned to him. She was an authentic kind of pretty, he reflected, but then Luka had found himself thinking that about a lot of people since he’d left the rock star world, where everybody wore layers of stage makeup, styled and coiffed and dressed so that every detail about them enhanced the image they wanted to project.

Still, her full lips made a pretty bow, especially when she pouted them slightly in concentration, and her hair had a shine that came from health rather than product, and her eyes were—

Rose’s elbow in his ribs jolted him out of what must have been a pretty intense stare, and he flushed, leaning back slightly so he couldn’t see Marinette on the other side of the tree.

“She already thinks you’re mean,” Rose hissed. “Don’t be a creep on top of it.”

Luka winced. He didn’t need Rose’s reminder to feel guilty for behaving so abruptly yesterday. Already prickly from a morning of needling by his mother, he hadn’t been prepared for anyone to recognize him. No one had up until this point, and he’d thought he was safe. It was an unpleasant shock to have a stranger recognize him, especially someone from the city who might carry word of his presence here back to the press. His mother’s call had sounded like his guardian angel’s trumpet in that moment. When Juleka had called him to help tie her chosen tree on top of her car, he’d done the work quickly and silently, and avoided her gaze as much as possible.

He’d felt bad about it later, when he’d had time to relax and reflect, but he hadn’t expected to see her again—certainly hadn’t expected to have Rose practically throwing her at him. He gave her a warning look.

Rose opened her mouth but before she could say anything, Marinette popped around the side of the tree. “Rose, do you have some scissors anywhere?”

“Yes, in the cabinet behind the desk,” Rose said, pointing. “Probably on the top three shelves, there’s a box of craft supplies there. You might as well bring over the whole thing in case you need anything else. Let me know if it’s too high up and I’ll send Luka to grab them instead.”

“Got it,” Marinette smiled, and turned to follow Rose’s directions.

Luka shot Rose a glare. “Quit it,” he warned.

“Quit what?” Rose inquired, with a blink and head tilt that made her look like she didn’t have two brain cells to rub together.

Luka knew better.

“I don’t need any help, Rose,” Luka muttered, folding his arms. “I could find a relationship on my own if I wanted to.”

“Mmhm,” Rose hummed in a disbelieving tone. “Because there’s so many to choose from here in this little town.”

Luka rolled his eyes and didn’t reply.

“I do like Marinette though,” Rose said, and smiled innocently when Luka gave her a look. “She’s really sweet. We only met a couple of days ago and here she is, bending over backward to get me a real tree and spending her time decorating it.”

“You set her up,” Luka accused, peeking around the tree briefly to make sure she wasn’t coming back yet. “You’re trying to set me up.”

“She’s so creative,” Rose sighed. “She showed me some of her portfolio the other day, and it’s fantastic. She’s a fashion designer, you see.”

Luka snorted. “Oh, yeah, she’ll totally fall for me. Without my stylist I’m a fashion disaster and you know it Rose.”

“That just makes you a challenge,” Rose chirped, and then softened a little as she looked at him. “Look, I know you’re not looking right now, but that’s a stupid attitude to have when an amazing person just drops into your lap.” She tossed her head in a move he was sure she’d picked up from Juleka, though it was less effective without Juleka’s mane to accent it. “I should know. Anyway, do what you want, I just think she’s neat and I wanted you to meet her. I’ve got a good feeling about her. If I’d met her two years ago I’d totally steal her from you. If you’re smart, you’ll keep an open mind.”

Luka sighed, but he saw a flicker of pink and when he glanced around the tree again, Marinette was back, the box of supplies at her side. She was lifting a large tinsel garland from the box she’d just opened, only to find it was all a tangled mass. There was a sort of mournful look on her face, a little droop of sadness, maybe even loneliness, to her shoulders. He remembered the tightness in her eyes and around her mouth yesterday, and the way she’d spilled out her reason for being here at the slightest nudge. A fashion designer—that was a cutthroat business, especially in the city. Poor thing was probably as tired and strung out as he’d been when he came home.

He wasn’t even aware he’d sighed until Rose giggled at his elbow. “I think you can figure the lights out on your own,” she said with a little pat to his arm. “I’m going to get back to getting ready for the children’s program. You two just...have fun, okay? Make it festive!” She fluttered her hands at the tree, then waved at Marinette and abandoned him to the awkwardness.

It didn’t take long to get the lights on the tree—Luka had plenty of practice after getting the farm set up for the season. He stood there for a moment, hesitating. He glanced at Marinette. She had finished the sorting and was back to struggling with the tangled garland, and the look of utter defeat on her face...hurt, somehow.

“Can I give you a hand?” Luka found himself offering.

Marinette started slightly, and in an instant her shoulders went back and her smile flashed back into being. Luka was surprised to realize that it didn’t feel fake, despite the fact that he had seen her feelings on her face just a moment before. She was hiding those feelings now, but the smile she offered him was as sincere as the sadness.

“Um, sure, if you want to,” she said, holding up the garland in two hands. “It’s pretty twisted up. We could just leave it, but...might as well give it a shot, right?”

Luka took a handful of garland, and Marinette took another one farther down. They moved apart, spreading it out as far as it could go between them to try and see where it twisted back on itself.

“This looks like the end,” Marinette muttered, plucking at a piece. “Can you just hold it up for a minute?”

Luka did, watching Marinette as she looped the end she’d found back over and under and through the glittering mass. The silence was awkward, and the more Luka tried to think of something to say, the more he felt like there was only one thing he could say.

“Listen, I wanted to apologize—” he began as Marinette said, “Luka, I’m really sorry—”

They both stopped, and laughed, and Luka gestured for her to go ahead.

“I just,” Marinette pushed her hair back and glanced at him, then looked away. “I wanted to apologize for blurting that out about—you know—I should have thought, I should have realized you wouldn’t want to be approached like that, while you’re clearly not working—well, you were working, but not, not like that and I should have—well. I’m really sorry. You’re at home and you probably don’t want people gushing all over you while you’re trying to spend time with your family.”

Luka took a breath, looking at the floor for a moment. “I wanted to apologize too, for being so abrupt with you. I...hadn’t had the best morning, and you did startle me. I’m...well, I guess you could maybe say I’m retired, and I’d rather not be...known, here. I guess I kind of panicked.”

“Retired?” Marinette looked up at him in surprise. “But your music was so good! I mean—” She flushed, and grabbed the garland, moving to start draping it around the tree. “I really liked it, anyway. Sorry, I know it’s not my business...Anyway, I understand, and I won’t tell anyone I met you here.” The garland she was trying to place slipped off, and she sighed in frustration. “I swear Christmas hates me,” she muttered to herself.

Luka picked up the trailing end and held it so that the weight was no longer dragging. “Thank you. I really appreciate that.”

“Of course,” Marinette smiled, and then she said, “How long have you and Rose been together?” This time the garland stayed where she placed it, with Luka feeding her more as she circled around the tree.

“Together?” Luka repeated, startled. “We’re not together. She’s dating my sister, actually. In fact if they’re not engaged by New Years I’ll be shocked.”

Marinette’s head whipped around to look at him. “O-oh. Oh! Oh, I understand now.” She flushed. “Just, before—”

“Yeah, I get it,” Luka grinned. “I can see how that would look if you didn’t know.”

“Wow, how off base was I, though,” Marinette giggled. “So your family’s from around here? I—oh, that sounded nosy didn’t it, I’m sorry, I swear I’m just trying to make small talk.”

“I’m not offended,” Luka chuckled. “Actually my family just moved here a few years ago. When my mom bought the tree farm I thought it was just another one of her crazy whims and she’d move on to something else before long, but she seems really happy here. What about your grandma? Gina doesn’t seem like the small town type, either.”

The conversation flowed comfortably from there, as they finished the garland and moved on to the other decorations. Marinette didn’t ask him any more questions about his music, and he carefully steered clear of asking her any questions about why she’d come—or been sent—down to their little town, and faster than Luka could have expected, they were closing up the empty boxes and stacking them to the side to be returned to storage. Marinette had a good eye, Luka had to admit as he looked at the tree. Not surprising, he supposed, but it did look a lot nicer than the previous year’s tree. Not only that, Marinette had arranged the extra decorations on the library desk in a pretty little display, and with his help, had even trimmed the windows with some icicle lights they found at the bottom of one of the boxes. Luka knelt to plug in the last set of lights, and when they were on, the whole library screamed holiday cheer to an almost obnoxious degree.

As if his thoughts had summoned her, Rose appeared behind him.

“Wow, look at this place, it’s awesome! Everything looks great! You two make a fantastic team!” She grinned at Luka, and he raised his eyebrows at her in warning. “Everything is so festive,” Rose went on, clearly ignoring him, as she laid a thoughtful finger to her lips and examined them, “except for you two. You’re ruining the mood.”

Faster than Luka could track she whipped something out and stuck it to his forehead, then turned and did the same to Marinette. Only when he saw the bright blue gift bow stuck to Marinette’s forehead did he realize what Rose had just done to them, and he rolled his eyes as he reached up to touch the bow on his own forehead. Rose swatted his hand away and then grabbed his arm, hauling at him until he had no choice but to stand up or fall over.

“There, now you’re properly decorated too,” Rose beamed. “All right, you two have spent all morning helping me, so get out of here and go do something fun! It’s such a pretty day!”

“Rose, it’s freezing,” Luka tried to say, but Rose was already pushing them towards the door, and he gave into the inevitability of it all with a sigh.

“Go down to the café, have lunch on my tab, both of you,” she ordered, dumping their coats in Luka’s arms before shoving them out of the door. “Thanks for all your help!” she called, waving at them as the doors slid closed.

“Real subtle,” Luka grumbled, reaching up to peel the bow off his forehead as he turned to face Marinette. That was a mistake, because the way her mouth was pursed in a little moue as she worked to remove her own bow was kind of adorable.

Damnit, Rose.

Fiction Master Post | Month of Miracles

#quickspins #monthofmiracles2020 #lukanette #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #hallmark au #is that even a thing lol #it is now #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #miraculousladybug #miraculous ladybug #quickfic #promptfic

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prismatales · 4 years

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Baby? (Yagi Toshinori)

Anon:could you do one where all might finds out his girlfriend/fiance is pregnant even though they thought she would never be able to have children? 👉👈

How dare you hit me in the feels Anon...I love you

...This had to be a joke...right?

Those two pink lines had to be some mistake, a sick joke from the 10% chance of inaccuracy from the pregnancy test clutched tightly in your shaking hands, breath coming out in shaky puffs just from looking at the dreaded plastic stick.

Why did the universe enjoyed torturing you and Toshi so much?

After years and years of trying, of taking overwhelmingly nasty home remedies, fertility treatments and going from clinic to clinic, you and your then boyfriend had given up on the dream of having a child together after the last medical check-up, hearing the news from the doctor together with that damned look full of pity on her face didn't help the situation one bit the moment she gave you the diagnosis.

"I'm really sorry to be the bearer of such disheartening news, but based on the results...It's highly unlikely you'll manage to conceive a child..."

That was five years ago, and each and every single time you stumbled upon the children's section at stores that heaviness inside would always come back, each time more painful than the last one in cruel mockery.

So...Why did you let Midnight talk you into taking this cursed test into the first place after seeing you rushing to the bathroom to empty the contents of your stomach for the third time that week, considering that by this point the answer would be more than obvious and you knew it better than anyone?

"What does the test say Y/N?" Nemuri's voice could was heard from the other side of the door, she could hear you pacing back and forth through the small room.

"It's says it's a god damn joke!" She could hear you yelling, if anyone came in the small bathroom they'd quickly notice how much you were trembling, tears dangerously close to come out from all the emotions growing inside of you at the same time...along with the small life inside of you.

If there's really something, or rather someone growing in there...

"Are you serious?!" Midnight yelled out in excitement and opened the door, but her expression faltered a bit when she saw you sitting in the toilet while glaring at the test in your hands with a look of doubt.

Both fear and happiness radiated off your whole being, happy at the idea of finally being able to become a parent alongside your now fiance, but you were also afraid it was only a false alarm, you knew the possible outcome that would come should this be just some fake hope. Toshi and you would definitely be devastated, it was already hard enough the fist time you got the news that having a baby would be nearly impossible...so if this was just a mistake you weren't sure if the both of you could take it.

"I'm scared Midnight..." Your hands grasped your head stressfully, afraid this was just a dream or some sick joke "What if it's just a false alarm? I don't think Toshi and I will be able to handle it..."

She quickly crouched down in front of your nervous self, hands caressing your shoulders comfortingly, she knows how sensitive this subject really was for both you and Yagi, so it's natural for you to be so afraid of stepping inside another clinic just to be let down once again. Pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration the only thing left to do was face this current situation and see what happens, dwelling in fear won't give you the answer you're looking for.

"I may not understand how you're feeling right now, but I'll assure you everything's going to be alright...besides, think about it from this perspective" She stood up in front of you with a smile "Isn't it a coincidence that you guys are finally going to be a happy little family after he retired?"

...Midnight had a good point, why did this happen right after Toshi officially retired as the symbol of peace and Number One hero? Maybe it was some kind of signal, telling you this was the perfect time to bring a little one to this world, the small flicker of hope inside you kept growing and growing, reassuring you everything would be fine.

You were not aware your hand was caressing the spot where the little one was growing, not until the thought of giving Toshi the news came to mind, a smile crept upon your face at the idea of telling him that before he'd realize there would be somebody around calling him "Papa", probably wearing one of his characteristics hero Onesie.

The fit of giggles that came out couldn't be contained, the mental image of a mini Toshi stumbling around the house as they struggled to follow their father around the house was too cute to handle, and Nerumi knew just what you were thinking just by looking at your face.

"I need to surprise him, would you help me plan something?" She smiled brightly by your question.

"Thought you'd never ask!"

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Yagi Toshinori came home with exhaustion running though his whole body after today's training session with class 1-A and his training with Midoriya, in that moment his one and only desire was to die into bed to have a well deserved rest and possibly spend some time with his lovely Y/N before delving into the land of dreams.

Especially after he barely had time so see you that morning because of the stomach bug you apparently caught most likely due to the takeout ordered from that new place, he'd have to make sure to send a complain if by any chance his fiance's condition happened to get worse.

"I am home!" His voice came out mixed with a soft laughter, ever amused by the little call you always enjoyed to hear every time he came home, living together was quite an adventure, something full of excitement, happiness and joy, it was something that you wouldn't change for anything in the world.

"I am in the kitchen!" You call back with enthusiasm, there's something that has you in a good mood it seems, considering you're not waiting for him in the living room reading that book you love so much with that look of serenity that always manages to put him in a good mood even with all the current events, it's something worth adoring that could make even the most stoic of persons remember we're just humans after all.

Despite the exhaustion coursing thought every inch of his body Toshinori make his way to the kitchen in a steady yet slow pace, nothing but curiosity driving each step, thoughts deep in wonder...what exactly happened that has you in such a euphoric mood? Not that he doesn't like it, but today there's something else boosting that happy mood.

Stepping inside the kitchen he's met with an unusual sight, in the first place there's a small pastel yellow gift bag sitting on top of the table, and you're sitting on the other side of the table, chin resting over your hands which are resting over the wooden surface, there's such a bright smile on your face it could illuminate even the darkest of nights, it's been a while since the last time he saw you smiling that brightly.

The last time he saw that kind of smile was probably when he proposed two years ago.

"Welcome home Toshi! How did class go today?" You asked cheerfully, a glint in those E/C colored eyes hinted for an incoming surprise, a big one by the looks of it so he played along with it to see just what kind of stuff you were going to pull out.

"Hard as usual, those kids are going to become some of the greatest heroes the world has ever seen" Yagi pulled out the chair in front of you and took a seat "Young Midoriya's improving greatly as well...if only she could see his improvement as well..."

His voice dropped quickly and it was so easy to figure out why exactly, after all he told you everything about Nana and the history with All for One, it was clear as water talking about this would always be a sensitive subject for Yagi.

You were quick to comfort him, standing up and softly wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind "I'm sure Nana's watching everything from above...and even though we were unable to meet each other, I can assure you that she's proud of you and Midoriya"

Yagi's hands caressed your own and gripped it back carefully, it was his own way of thanking his love for being there for him despite everything that's happened so far, that's the very reason that made Yagi make up his mind the day he proposed, that's why he wanted you alongside him for whatever time he had left on earth.

"But enough of that, you have a surprise I do not want to ruin with my pessimist mood, what got my dear fiance in such a good mood?" He turns around in his spot to take a good look at your face, despite the recent conversation that smile is still there and doesn't seem to go away.

Pecking Yagi on the cheek before releasing him from the hug, the first thing you did was grab the gift bag in front of him before shaking it with enthusiasm, the sight was almost like watching a child getting riled up about their birthday present and was enough to make Yagi release a full fledged laugh at the way his fiance behaved.

"I got a surprise for you! And trust me when I say you did NOT see this coming!"

You hand him the bag before rushing for the phone to get his reaction on camera, it leaves him wary at first thinking it must be a prank, but on the other hand this good mood you're in it's more than enough proof it's something important.

"Should I expect something jumping at my face?" He chuckles.

"Just open your gift and take a look for yourself!" Your giggles are contagious, and with that motivation Yagi caves in and sticks his hand inside the bag, the ruffling inside riles up his curiosity tenfold when your literally start vibrating in excitement.

A few seconds later he finally pulls out a small pair of white baby shoes from the bag, they're small enough to fit a newborn and look even smaller when he's holding them in both hands, he just stares at them quietly for a while, there's not a bit of sound in the kitchen asides from your guy's breathing and the sounds outside from traffic and people passing by.

"What's this?" He can't help but ask, thinking is some game or something.

"They're shoes you dummy" You say from behind the camera, awaiting for his answer.

"I know what they are Y/N, but why did you buy this? They're small enough to fit a--" Yagi freezes on the spot, once he connects the dots his head whips around in you direction with wide eyes like a deer caught in the headlights.

"You're not joking...right?"

You shake you head with a smile, but before Yagi can say anything else you interrupt him.

"Look inside the bag, there's something else in there"

He rapidly starts rummaging through the bag and finds a white envelope that's quickly ripped open in a rush to get the paper inside it, his eyes quickly scan the contents of the letter before he turns back to look at you.

"This isn't a joke...right?" He asks you once again before looking back and forth between you and the papers in hand, practically shaking from everything he's feeling in that moment, it's actually a surprise to the both of you he hasn't started coughing up blood from the shock.

He stands up so quickly the chair scrapes against the titled floor, making a high pitched, ear splitting screech that neither of you seemed to mind, too distracted by the news to pay attention to anything else currently going on.

"Are you really...Are we really having a baby?!" He's standing in front of you, and the hope in his eyes makes it impossible to hold it in anymore.

"Yes! We're finally going to be parents!" You almost want to jump from happiness, but knowing Yagi he'd probably give you an earful before telling you to be careful, if the way he's constantly dotting over Midoriya isn't already proof enough.

Yagi quickly hugs you, strongly but carefully not to hurt you or the small life growing inside of you, he's only known about it for less than a few minutes and he's already being extremely careful with you.

"How long...?" He can't even speak properly, too close to tears and his voice comes out hoarse from how much he wants to cry in that instant.

"Four weeks, turns out the little one was the one responsible for the stomach ache, not the takeout" You laughed "I seriously hope you didn't send a complain"

"Who, me?" He pulls back, hands up in the air "No way!"

Good thing he forgot to call the restaurant in the midst of the whole surprise...

"Do you realize what this means?" Yagi quickly changes the subject, a glint in his eyes that can only mean one thing.

"We need to prepare the nursery asap!!"

"Oh my god Toshi, we still have 9 months to do so!"

"Nonsense, It's never too early, the quicker the better! Wait until young Midoriya finds out!"

"Should we get him an 'Honorary big brother' T-shirt?"

"Yes! And don't forget about the wedding! Should we do it before or after the baby's born?"

"Careful Toshi, Midoriya finally rubbed off on you"

This was going to be so much fun.

MASTERLIST

@t-amajiki @undead0relived @shoobirino @bnha-ra @godtieruwu @mysticalite

#mha imagine #bnha imagine #mha imagines #bnha imagines #bnha toshinori #toshinori yagi #yagi toshinori #all might #reader insert #female reader

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dreamleee · 3 years

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Hi there! My name’s Scruff! I’m the admin for this account. My pronouns are he / they and I’m relatively new to Tumblr, so I’m still trying to figure everything out :)

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THIS IS A STRICTLY SFW BLOG. IF YOUR BLOG FEATURES NSFW CONTENT PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT OR FOLLOW ME.

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Headcanons under the cut :D

GENERAL HCS :

- Mans is tall! He’s like 6′3 or 6′4, he hasn’t measured in a while.

- He’s got little fangs ( like sharp canine teeth but more noticeable ) and when he smiles hard enough they show.

- He has a load of scars, most notably on his arms, torso, and face. He’s not ashamed of them at all and even likes to use them as a sort of flex because he thinks it’s funny. He also likes to talk about where they came from.

- He’s super chill about having his mask off and doesn’t care if people see him without it.

- He’s very cuddly and physically affectionate.

- He is covered in freckles from head to toe, and that’s not even an understatement. This man has enough freckles to feed a small country and then some extra ones. The sun makes them come out more and so when he doesn’t wear his hoodie the freckles on his arms just pop out.

- He’s got a little bit of blonde stubble!

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LEE HEADCANONS

worst spots : sides, stomach, and thighs

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- Dream, despite being so big and intimidating to the rest of the server, is actually unreasonably ticklish.

- He does his absolute best to hide it from everyone, even his closest friends, for fear that he might be found out and he wouldn’t be the all-powerful server owner anymore than a powerless blob that can be taken down by a few pokes to the sides.

- His tickle-laugh is a lot different from his regular laugh: while his usual laugh is wheezy and cackly, when he’s being tickled his laugh gets really high-pitched and squeaky and he only really wheezes when he’s been tickled for too long.

- He squeals. He will never admit it.

- Dream is also an absolute champion at squirming: most of the time he has to be teamed up on by two or more lers because he kicks around so much. He’s just so sensitive that he has to move or else it gets to be too much and he’ll end up babbling hysterical nonsense.

- Dream is ticklish just about everywhere but he’s most ticklish on his sides, stomach, and thighs

- If he gets tickled there he shrieks and squirms a lot harder and gets all flustered and pink in the face.

- Believe it or not, Dream is a very easily-flustered lee. Just the mention of the word ‘tickle’ makes him go pink.

- He blushes everywhere. Literally his face and his neck and ears but also his shoulders and elbows and most oddly his stomach.

- He thinks it’s kinda stupid that his stomach blushes.

- Baby talk absolutely murders him.

- One of the best ways to calm him down during any sort of episode or just a bad day is to hug him and then crawl your fingers up his sides. He will squeal and squirm and giggle hysterically and it immediately cheers him up.

- Pet names also murder him please ( especially cutie pie it’s so embarrassing to him for no reason ).

- Something else not many people know about Dream is that he honestly likes being tickled, but only by the right people.

- For example, he’s completely happy to let his close friends ( Sapnap, George, Bad, etc. ) wreck him, but someone he doesn’t know as well ( eg. Puffy or Phil ) he’s a little more shy around. He’ll enjoy the tickling either way, but he gets shy when it’s people he doesn’t fully trust.

- His favourite lers are definitely Sapnap, Bad, George, and occasionally Techno.

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LER HEADCANONS

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- Good Lord.

- Even though Dream is a ticklish bastard he is an absolute demon when he gets to be the ler.

- It’s almost like he has a sixth sense for finding tickle spots and figuring out what kind of teasing gets to his lees the best.

- He’s very observant and so he can pick out the very foundation of a lee’s behaviour to figure out their tickle spots and how they like to be teased and literally everything about them, it’s kind of freaky.

- Speaking of teasing, Dream loves to tease.

- He’s scarily good at it, too: he can drop his voice just right to make his lees unbelievably flustered and he has every single physical movement like wiggling fingers and the flash of danger in his eyes basically down to a T.

- He may not be able to say the t-word when he’s being tickled, but good lord can he say it when he’s tickling other people. It’s like his favourite word: he likes to whisper it in his victims’ ear and make them blush or act stupid and continue to ask his lee why ‘such a fun little word’ has such an effect on them.

- His favourite kind of tickles are revenge tickles, but in close second are comfort tickles.

- Usually he employs his terrifying ler-abilities after Sapnap has tickled him or Tommy is being a brat. He’ll just crack his knuckles and grin and his victim will be off running.

- Obviously they don’t get away though.

- Dream tends to keep his mask on when he’s playing the ler, since he thinks it adds to the excitement ( it does ).

- Uses his stubble to rub against his lee’s skin and drive them crazy he thinks it’s funny.

- H U G E on pet names ( cutie pie, sunshine, etc. )

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TICKLE SPOTS

Stomach : 12/10 he is so unbelievably ticklish on his tum. most effective here are raspberries / nibbles and squeezing the little amount of squish he has. he will shriek and squeak and snort and squirm quite a bit when tickled here.

Thighs : 10/10 second worst spot here. skittering fingers make him squeal and squirm and hard squeezes make him kick. lots of squirming when it comes to thigh tickles.

Sides : 9/10 probably one of his favourites. all kinds of tickles work here and he’ll collapse into your arms while hysterically giggling. turns his limps to jelly.

Ribs / Underarms : 8/10 pretty ticklish, will get him giggling pretty hard and make him squirm a lot. he is so bad at the ‘keep your arms up’ game.

Neck : 6/10 he ends up scrunching up his nose and shoulders and leaning away from the touches. makes him very squeaky. more of a melt spot than a bad spot.

Knees : 5/10 one of the less ticklish spots but if you squeeze his knees he’ll kick and squeal. very cute would do again.

Palms : 5/10 makes him giggle really softly and makes him kinda sleepy.

Back / Shoulders : 4/10 definitely a melt spot, but if you hit a specific spot on his back near the left side of his waist he’ll make all sorts of ridiculous noises.

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ghostspideys-moved · 4 years

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All For The Best

Chapter Ten

A/N: So, I haven’t updated this in weeks, and for anyone who’s been reading, I’m sorry. I’ve simply had no motivation or reason to believe that updating mattered, but it’s here now. And hopefully I can get back to writing again.

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairings: Steve Harrington x OC, Nancy Wheeler x Jonathan Byers x OC

Summary: Just as the night comes to a close and everything seems to go back to normal, it gets a little worse first.

There was a split second where Hawthorne still hadn’t felt the effects of River’s powers hit him yet. But the moment it kicked in, he felt like he had a splitting headache. He wasn’t used to it, of course. Before now, he’d never had to handle the kind of powers his sister had. And with the chaos going on around them, he could hear everyone’s thoughts hitting him constantly. He couldn’t even pick anything out of the noise, which made it worse.

Hawthorne tried as hard as he could to block it out and drag River away to safety. By now, they were out of fireworks and had nothing else to defend themselves. Save for Hawthorne, though he knew he’d only be able to do so much when he couldn’t totally control these new powers right off the bat. His main concern, though, was keeping River safe now that she was unconscious. It was overwhelming, especially with El in trouble.

From a safer spot on the upper level, close enough to everyone else if they needed help, he could see Billy hunched over El. Something was clearly happening, and he knew better than to interfere, but he kept an eye on them just in case Billy tried anything.

Any attack the Mind Flayer threw at them, he fended off the best he could. While he had a decent idea of River's powers, he still wasn't quite sure how she could handle them so well. But he was slowly getting the hang of it. Admittedly, if you took away the telepathy part, he was enjoying this. For once, he was actually being of some use and not totally wanting to run away. Something about it gave Hawthorne just enough confidence to keep up the defense. With no other plans and their firework supply depleted, he had to be brave long enough in the hopes that El might be okay. And since he could tell El was using her powers to try breaking Billy from his possession, he thought interfering might be a bad move.

To his amazement, though, Billy stood, seemingly snapping out of whatever hold the Mind Flayer had on him. Not far from them, Max and Mike came running in. Hawthorne was relieved to see them. In the chaos, they hadn’t had time to look for them, so it saved him some stress. He spotted a few injuries on both of them, but they weren’t dead, and that might as well be a win for them.

Hawthorne handed River over to Steve as he rushed over to the rail, watching as Billy fended off the Mind Flayer. That was the last thing he’d expected to see tonight, but he supposed stranger things had happened. Though Hawthorne hated Billy, he was relieved to see that El was fine and out of harm’s way because of him. That was all that really mattered to him.

Even from the other side of the room, it was easy to sense Max’s distress as it became clear Billy wasn’t making it out of this alive. The Mind Flayer had him caught as he took one final hit straight to the chest. Knowing River would be safe here with Steve and Robin, he raced down to the lower level of the mall. He ran as quick as he could, and he could already hear Max’s thoughts. They were a mix of concern, confusion, grief, and anger. He wasn’t even sure she knew what she was feeling.

The Mind Flayer collapsed as Hawthorne reached Max, who collapsed in El’s arms. He knelt down and pulled them both close so they wouldn’t have to see Billy’s lifeless body splayed on the floor. Both girls were sobbing messes, but he didn’t mind at all. They’d been through so much, and they deserved to let it out.

He only tried to get them standing when a hoard of soldiers charged in, hurrying them outside to safety. Outside, it was raining, and the fluorescent lights of the Starcourt sign painted the asphalt with bright pinks and blues. Hawthorne tried to focus on small details like that to keep himself grounded. He was a little better at drowning out the thoughts of everyone around him enough to keep his head from pounding.

Ambulances and firetrucks waited outside. They were given medical attention while the soldiers and Dr. Owens did a sweep of the building. Hawthorne wasn’t too badly injured, all things considered. Only drained and ready for a nap. He wiped at the blood dripping from his nose as a paramedic looked him over.

It was hard to think he’d made it through another world-ending catastrophe when he’d been so convinced the first time was pure luck. Maybe he had it in him after all. Hawthorne kept an eye out for Joyce and Hopper, hoping they both made it out just fine. Clearly they’d been able to close the gate if the Mind Flayer had gone down, but there was still worry lingering in the back of his mind. Anything could have happened to them after closing it.

Once Hawthorne was patched up, he went to check on El. He knew she’d probably been the most physically and mentally taxed of them all. But she seemed okay. As okay as she could be, anyways.

Thankfully, Hawthorne spotted Joyce coming out of Starcourt. She was greeted by Will rushing over to hug her. Though she seemed relieved to see her son, something was wrong. Even without River’s powers, he could sense it. For just a moment, he let down the mental walls he’d put up in the hopes of figuring out what was troubling her. He mostly caught glimpses of images, probably her memories as she recalled what happened in the base, but he got the gist. Hawthorne wished he hadn’t looked because his anxiety took over the moment he realized what was wrong.

Hopper was gone.

All the hope he had of everything going back to normal was instantly crushed. Grief settled in, like he’d been punched in the gut. Which might have been preferable to this. This was so much worse.

Hawthorne caught Joyce’s gaze for a second, and she gave him an apologetic look. One that made his heart ache and twist. In that one look, he could tell she was just as grief-stricken as him.

It wasn’t long before River came to, and his hold on her powers finally gave. She had them back, and it felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. How she controlled that much power was beyond him. For once, though, he was glad he didn’t have to deal with that everyday.

Steve was sitting with River in an ambulance, a shock blanket wrapped around them as she was getting her arm set in a sling for now. Though she was clearly still in pain, she looked relieved to be outside. Though he didn’t want to ruin that, Hawthorne knew he had to tell her about Hopper. Someone had to.

Hawthorne tried not to let his grief show as he walked over. River’s arm was a bit swollen, but it looked better than he thought it would. “How’s your arm doing?” he asked.

“Not too bad,” she said. “Could be a lot worse.”

He wasn’t sure if it was because she had her powers back or if she just knew him that well, but her brows furrowed, and she seemed to sense something was off. She looked him over, probably checking for injuries, before finally asking, “What happened?”

Hawthorne opened his mouth to speak, but it took him a few tries before he could say anything. He was worried about how horribly she was likely to take it.

“Hopper didn’t come back,” he finally said. As he expected, River’s entire demeanor shifted drastically. Before, she’d at least appeared to have some hope, but now that was gone.

“What do you mean?” He was sure she knew the answer, but he’d expected her denial.

“He’s gone. Joyce came back, Murray came back, but no Hopper.” It felt way too real the more he had to say it.

River finally seemed to be processing the weight of the reality. Tears welled up in her eyes, and his heart sunk. Hawthorne hated to see her like this, but he knew he’d done the right thing by telling her. She curled up into Steve’s side, and he took that as his cue to let her be.

Despite the loss tonight brought, everyone else was intact physically, if not mentally. Hawthorne let Rex out of Jonathan’s car. The poor dog mostly seemed shaken by all the noise and people, but he was otherwise okay. Naturally, though, his instinct seemed to be checking on River, because he found her rather quickly. Noticing her saddened state, Rex hopped up with some help and curled up next to River. Hawthorne knew she needed the comfort, so he let Rex stay with her. Tonight felt like the longest night of his life.

Joyce let Hawthorne stay at the Byers house for the night since the rest of the kids were staying. Besides, River took Rex and went with Steve, and he wouldn’t be able to sleep in the cabin alone. He’d never sleep if he did. And he was sure El shared the same sentiment. Being around their friends might be for the best.

Nancy even stayed, which he’d been hoping for honestly. He was glad to see her and Jonathan were doing better. It gave him some peace of mind among everything else that was going horribly wrong in his life.

The kids were working out sleeping arrangements, though they all seemed content to sleep in a pile to keep each other close and comforted. Hawthorne would have been fine taking the couch for himself, but Jonathan insisted he join him and Nancy in his room. It was probably for the best. He was a tall guy, and curling up on the couch wouldn’t have been comfortable.

Jonathan’s bed was big enough for the three of them when they piled together. Hawthorne had Nancy laying on his chest and his arm wrapped around Jonathan as he held him close. He felt much better being able to hold them. It grounded him, and he knew they were safe now.

Surprisingly, Nancy was the first to pass out, though neither of them blamed her. That left Hawthorne and Jonathan, who tried to keep their voices low for her sake.

“How are you feeling?” Jonathan asked, looking up at him with concern in his eyes.

Hawthorne didn’t want to lie to him. He felt awful. “Tired,” he answered. “But I don’t think I’ll be getting much sleep after this.” He didn’t think he really could when his mind kept drifting back to what he’d seen from Joyce.

“That’s okay. You lost your dad today. I don’t think anyone will blame you for feeling like shit for a while.” Coming from Jonathan, it was oddly reassuring. He always had a way of making Hawthorne feel like the world wasn’t totally against him.

Though he didn’t feel his best, it was enough for him knowing that he had both of them to help him through his grief. He kissed Jonathan’s forehead and relaxed for now. Even from here, Hawthorne could just make out the kids hushed voices, clearly unable to sleep just as much as him. It comforted him knowing he wasn’t alone. Especially once Jonathan fell asleep, his breath becoming even and tension leaving his body.

He wasn’t sure how long he was awake, but the silence, interrupted only by the occasional whisper from the kids, was starting to lull him to sleep. Though he wasn’t sure he wanted to sleep, not knowing what might await him in his dreams, Hawthorne felt himself giving in. He deserved some rest after such a long night. Tomorrow, he could worry about everything else. Even when he finally fell asleep, his protective grasp on Nancy and Jonathan didn’t loosen.

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cutesuki--bakugou · 5 years

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Runaway Lovers: Eternity

Due to popular demand, I have for you a 2nd part to Runaway Lovers. Be sure to read it first or you may be kinda confused.

It’s sorter than the first part, but hopefully it’s okay.

Words: 3070

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Sex (pregnancy sex to be specific), cursing, hand job, lots of naughty talk, very sweet and loving Bakugou

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Due to the nature of this post, the characters are 18+

The heat of the sun was not something that Bakugou was exactly unfamiliar with, but after spending years as a servant that worked primarily inside doing low impact work, it was definitely more difficult to get used to than he expected. He did have to admit that the hours spent outside doing basic farming duties was more enjoyable than standing outside of a door for hours on end, unable to even move to scratch his nose. But, it wasn’t just the work that made him feel better. It was more of a feeling of finally being free, to do and live however he wanted. There was the limitation of his lovers comfort, of course, but he found himself more than just content. He was truly, very happy.

The road to now hadn’t been easy, however. Running away from the palace with his lover in tow had been a dangerous affair, especially with her being so inexperienced about the world beyond the palace walls. She had a vision in her mind, a dream of a cute little cottage at the edge of a forest, with plenty of land for farming and creating a life of self sustainability. Nothing is as easy as a dream, however, and she was very quick to learn that. It took them nearly five months of travel, running from warriors searching for them, and then the process of building their home until they were finally settled.

Now, nearly a year after they had fled pampered palace life to be together, everything was as perfect as it could be. They had plenty of money, from what they had stolen from her father, and weren’t in any danger of food shortage. Luckily for them, they had found a man wanting to sell his farmland, which had always been fertile. It was in a safe area, near a forest for hunting and even with a lake only half a days horse ride away. It truly seemed like everything had worked out perfectly for them.

Now, it was nearly reaching midday, the sun was at its highest point and with not a cloud in the sky to disturb it, the heat beat down on Bakugou like a tangible object. With a heavy sigh, Bakugou stabbed his shovel into the ground, taking a moment to use a rag to wipe the sweat from his face and neck. He had already stripped himself of his shirt, finding that it helped keep him cool while he worked to place posts for a new fence. They had come to the decision that having a couple of pigs to breed for food would be a good choice, as would some goats for their milk. He was more than halfway done with the fence, but at this point, it seemed like it would never end.

He barely noticed the sound of an approaching horse, only becoming aware of its presence when it was paired with his lovers soft voice.

“The fence is looking really great, Katsuki.”

Looking behind him, he first glanced over his lovers small bay mare before looking up at the smiling woman that rode her, her face covered with a shadow from her straw hat. Leaving his shovel in the ground, Bakugou took another moment to wipe his face before approaching the horse, shoving the rag into his pocket. “It’s getting there. Out for your ride?”

“No, not really, I just wanted to come and check on you. It’s so hot today, I was a bit worried.”

“You can see me from the house, can’t you?” Bakugou ran his hand down the length of the horses neck, before letting his hand rest on his lovers thigh. “You know I worry about you getting on a horse by yourself right now.” He caressed her swollen stomach gently, to which his lover gave a small shake of her head and placed her hand over his.

“I’m okay, Katsuki. I think I have a few more weeks before I can’t manage to get up on a horse anymore.”

“I’m not worried about that. What if something spooks her and she throws you or you slip while trying to climb on.”

“I don’t think anything could spook this horse, she barely moves as it is.” The runaway princess smiled down at him, her cheeks flushing pink from his sweet concern. “Why don’t you come back up to the house with me for a little break?”

Bakugou nodded, making sure there would be enough room for the two of them before he pulled himself up onto the horse behind his lover, letting her squish herself back against him once they were settled. He was sure to give her plenty of room, but he couldn’t resist the chance to pick on her a bit as the horse began to meander its way back to the house. “You’re getting a little too fat for this.”

Giggling, she removed her hat, leaning her head back on his shoulder to look up at him. “Am I? And who’s fault is that?”

“Yours.” Bakugou caressed her chin softy, tilting her head just a bit to place a kiss on her lips. “For being so damn beautiful.”

She returned his affection, bringing her hat up to place it onto his head, squishing his fluffy blonde locks in an adorable way. “No, it's yours. For making me love you so much. This hat looks good on you.”

“I’ll have to disagree with you on that. I fucking hate hats.” Still he allowed it to sit where she had placed it, finding that there wasn’t much of a point in removing it. The way she looked at him like he was the cutest thing in the world was worth the uncomfortable feeling of his hair being squished from all directions.

Since she had hold of the reigns, his hands were free to wander, one holding her hip while the other slid forward to stroke her belly. She had just hit the five month mark of being with child, and getting pregnant had been harder than they had originally figured. There was a time where they worried that one of them might just be infertile, but after the stress of running away and hiding had passed, she became pregnant only a few weeks after moving into their home. They were both over the moon, though Bakugou still couldn’t help but worry.

Where they had settled, there wasn’t a doctor around for miles. If anything went wrong, he was the only one who would be able to do anything about it, and he was unsure of his ability to do so. At this point, everything had gone smoothly, and he was sure to not let her overwork herself for any reason. She complained about it quite a bit at first, but she was quick to understand his worries and was willing to listen to them. It had doubled the work he had to do, but he never once complained about it. He would do anything for her and their unborn child, and he had proved that every step of the way.

Reaching the stables, Bakugou hopped off the horse first before helping his lover get down carefully. Once he was sure she was steady on her feet, he removed the hat from his head, plopping it back down onto hers. Knowing they would be taking the horse back out to the field once his little break was over, he simply tethered her to a post, leaving her to graze on the grass around the stables.

“I’ve got some fresh water ready for you,” the woman beside him spoke softly, beginning to make her way into the house. “And I’ve cut up some fruits and bread. I figured you would be hungry.”

Bakugou followed her, stopping at the door to remove his filthy shoes as to not bring dirt and dust into the home. “I am. Thanks.” Shutting the door behind him once inside, Bakugou flopped to sit at a wooden table near the kitchen area, chugging down quite a bit of water the instant his eyes landed on the cup. “Damn, that water is good. It’s from the new well?”

“Mhmm.” His lover nodded as she submerged a rag into a bowl of water, the purpose not quite clear to Bakugou as he began to eat the food that was placed out for him. “It’s really clean and fresh. I still boiled it, of course, and let it cool back down. Now it’s perfect.”

“It’s great, babe. Thank you.” Bakugou took another moment to drink, watching his lover out of the corner of his eye as she approached with the rag. With a gentle touch, she began to sweep the wet cloth over his skin, cleaning him of grime and cooling him. The droplets of water that ran down his sun soaked skin made him shiver a bit, the warmth of his body only making the water feel colder.

She worked with a gentle touch, being sure to not miss a single inch of his back. “How’s that?”

“Just what I needed.” He leaned his head back a bit as she brought the cloth around to run it across his neck, her lips pressing softly against his cheek. She left him only for a moment to clean the rag and get fresh water, before she returned to instead focus on the front of his body. Since he was sitting on a stool, she was able to lean her body against his back, reaching over his shoulder to tenderly clean his toned torso.

Bakugou wasn’t sure how sensual she had meant this to be, if she had wanted it to be at all, but her hands on him sent the heat in his skin flushing through his entire body. He could feel her breasts pressing against him with every breath, which rolled down along his neck. If he weren't so entranced with what she was doing to him, he would scoop her up and take her to bed that instant. He feared interrupting her, as he was more than just a little curious to see where this would end up going.

“You know, Katsuki,” She spoke softly, her voice making his skin tingle. “Ever since we’ve gotten out here, I think you’ve gotten a lot stronger. You were always built so beautifully, but it’s way more noticeable now.”

“Think so?” Bakugou couldn’t resist the smirk that crossed his lips, watching her hand as it slid the cloth along his lower stomach. It was true, he had bulked up more with the constant physical activity, and this was the first time she really mentioned it. “Do you like that, then?”

“I love it. I… want to touch you all the time. Lately you’ve been so tired, though, I haven’t really had the courage to act on what I want. But today, sitting here all alone, watching you through the window… I just couldn’t keep it to myself.”

Bakugou chuckled, turning his head a bit to catch her gaze. “You know damn well I’d let you, even if I am exhausted. How long have you been planning this?”

“Ah, I just got the idea yesterday,” She kissed him softly, abandoning the cloth on his lap in favor of running her hands along his skin instead. “And I know that you would… but what’s the fun if you’re not fully awake?” Her hand slid down his stomach, beginning to lightly palm his hardened member beneath his pants. Just as always, she was blunt and straight to the point. Ever since their first time back at the palace, she had never shown an inch of embarrassment or shyness when it came to her sexual desires for him and he loved that. Sure, he knew how to make her embarrassed and flush when he felt like it, but her eagerness to touch and have him turned him on even more.

“I can’t say I disagree. Though, I seriously think being pregnant has doubled how much you want to fuck. Just this morning I was barely awake before you were on top of me.” Bakugou allowed her to continue, watching as she unbuttoned his pants. Though, her giggle surprised him, feeling his ears flush as she used the still wet rag on and around his member. “Hey, I’m not that dirty there!”

“But you are,” she kissed his cheek softly, trailing them down along his neck. “My dirty Katsuki.” Bakugou couldn’t resist a soft hiss as she moved further between his legs, squeezing and caressing his balls as she ‘cleaned’ them. He knew it was just a way for her to tease him, to get him really worked up and just how she liked him to be. As she massaged with one hand, the other came down to hold his member, stroking him slowly but with a firm grip.

With a choked groan, Bakugou laid his head back a bit, closing his eyes as he soaked in the pleasure. “Holy fuck… Damn it, [Name].”

“What? Does that feel good, Katsuki?” Her soft and alluring voice along with the pleasure was beginning to make his blood boil with passion.

“Yes…”

“What does it make you want to do?” The longer her teasing went on, the more she increased the pleasure for him, until he was nearly unable to sit still. It was frustrating him, his need for pleasure bringing out a boiling rage within him that could only be smothered by digging his cock into her.

“It makes me want to fuck your goddamn brains out.”

“Is that what you want? To watch my eyes roll back in my head… to hear me scream and moan your name?” She nibbled at the skin of his neck softly, only making the fire within him hotter.

He couldn’t take it.

With a simple shifting of his shoulders, he was able to get her to release him, though she did make a small squeak of confusion. Before she could ask or say another word, he pushed the plate of food and empty cup haphazardly out of the way, pulling her around to his front. Still conscious of her pregnant body, he picked her up and sat her down onto the table before kissing her feverishly. As she kissed him, she worked to strip herself of clothing that would be in the way, and since she was just in a light summer dress, there wasn’t much to discard.

The table was up high enough to where Bakugou could stand and his hips be perfectly aligned with hers. So, tugging her forward, he took no time in sinking his cock into her wet and waiting pussy. A sharp moan broke their kiss as she held onto his shoulders tightly, her legs around his waist as he thrust into her. He couldn’t resist smirking against her lips as she was already completely lost in the pleasure, barely able to keep eye contact with him. “Is this what you wanted, huh? My little cock hungry slut--” He pushed her body down onto the table, pausing his thrusts just for a moment so he could tug the front of her dress apart. Buttons snapping loose and fleeing the scene, her engorged breasts were set free, bouncing with his movements once he began again.

“Y-Yes, Katsuki! This is what I wanted--” She gripped onto her own breasts, squeezing and teasing her nipples. “It just feels so good!”

The wooden table beneath them creaked from the abuse, but any sounds were swallowed by her sweet moans before they every reached Bakugou’s ears. She was so flawlessly attractive to him, every expression and movement of her body only fueling the fire within him. He loved to see her like this, to know that he would be the only man to ever make her feel so good. She belonged to him, completely and eternally, and the ring on her left ring finger was what solidified it. His entire life he thought that she was just a dream, that there was nothing in the world that would allow him this close to her. Now, she was his entire reality, his reason for existing and nothing but death could keep him away.

“A-ah, Katsuki!” She squeaked, her eyes teary with the pleasure. “Please, don’t stop!” Even without her begging, that wasn’t something he would be able to do. He was so close to finishing, and he could feel that she was as well. Increasing the speed of his thrusts, he gripped her neck with one hand, squeezing with just a slight amount of pressure.

“That’s it… Come on--” Bakugou didn’t stop, not until she gripped onto his arm tightly, her body arching as she came hard, squeezing his cock so fiercely that he couldn't hold himself back. With erratic thrusts and digging himself deeply inside her, he released, filling her with his hot cum. For a moment, he found himself lost in the fuzzy haze of pleasure that came with release, always finding that it felt even more amazing when they finished together. She was still squeezing and pulsing around him, her entire body trembling with the aftermath of such a powerful orgasm.

Like always, he had to marvel in her beauty, her skin flushed and glowing, eyes sparkling with pleasured tears. And now, as she smiled at him, his heart fluttered violently. Lustful haze evaporating, he carefully leaned over her, moving her hair aside to kiss her softly. She returned the affection, running her fingers through his hair gently and holding him with a tender embrace. Bakugou could have stayed like this forever, connected to his lover and exchanging soft kisses for eternity.

“I love you, Katsuki.” She spoke softly once their lips parted, softly stroking his cheek. “I’m so happy we did this…”

“Did what? Fuck on the table?”

“No,” She giggled, nuzzling her nose against his. “That we decided to run away… and have a family together. I… know it’s been hard to adjust. For both of us… but I feel like we’re finally on the right track.”

“We are, [Name]. I’ve dreamed of being with you for so long that sometimes things like this don’t even seem… real.”

“Well it is real, my love.” She kissed him once again, refusing to let him go. “And we have an eternity to be together. I love you so much.”

“And I love you, [Name]. For eternity.”

#cutesuki-lemons #bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #bakugou x reader #bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #fanfiction #bnha writing blog #xreader #request

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singledarkshade · 4 years

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The Doctor And The Nurse

Summary: On his way to work, Rory Williams meets a strange man on the strangest morning of his life. So far. Author’s Note: I saw this Tumblr Gif set with Rory as the Tenth Doctor's companion and this appeared. All Eleventh Doctor canon is gone, as is River (at the moment). I intend to write more in this as I have quite a few ideas but until then, enjoy. ********************************************* “Hi, Rory,” Amy’s grinning face appeared on the screen, “I’m in India, not that you would know since I’m in my gorgeous hotel room,” the camera moved and panned around the room before moving to the window, “I can’t even show you the sights through the window cause I’m over the pool.”

The camera returned to her smiling face, “We’re here for a few more days, maybe a week depending on how things go then we’re heading to Peru. Can you believe it?” She paused and tilted her head, “I miss you and I wish you were here to see all this, but I know you’re too busy keeping everyone healthy.” She blew him a kiss, “I will be home for your birthday so I will see you then. Bye.”

Rory sighed as he watched Amy’s message for about the hundredth time since he’d received it six days ago. She had surprised everyone when she suddenly announced she’d gotten a job working with Clayton Gove, a well-known writer, and his wife, Julia Gove as their new assistant. He was writing a new novel, while his wife was researching a travel book, so it meant going to far-flung and exotic locations for the next year.

But that was Amy, adventurous and capricious, a whirlwind in his life since childhood but his best friend he couldn’t imagine life without.

With a sigh, Rory finished his coffee before getting his things together to go to work.

Looking around his tiny flat, Rory sometime wished he’d stayed in Leadworth but that would have meant still living at home and he had been trying to assert his independence.

The thing was he was supposed to be moving to London with Amy and sharing a flat with her, except she got her fantastic job, so he’d basically fallen on his face.

Realising the time, Rory grabbed his jacket and headed out the door.

The TARDIS landed.

Wondering where he’d ended up since he’d used the random setting, the Doctor slid his coat on and opened the door.

“Really?” he asked, looking out the door to see a sunny morning in a park in what he was sure was London, “I thought we’d be somewhere much more fun.”

Musing for a moment, he knew that when the TARDIS stopped somewhere there was usually a reason for it so, closing the door, the Doctor stepped out into the warm morning.

He would admit he was a little bored since Martha had left, and he was on his own which meant he ended up talking to himself far too much these days.

Sticking his hands in his coat pocket he strolled along the path, smiling at people as he passed them. It was a quiet day but there was something…something he couldn’t quite put his finger on but something.

“Sorry,” a young man said when the Doctor bumped into him.

“My fault,” the Doctor told him before heading away.

Continuing he frowned hearing a strange scuttering from nearby. Stopping he strained to hear the noise, getting onto the ground and pressing his ear to the grass.

“Are you hurt young man?” a woman asked from above him.

He grinned up at her, seeing the perfectly set grey hair and pink jogging suit, “Just checking that the worms are able to move around freely.”

She gave him a confused looked before power walking on.

And then all hell broke loose.

Rory heard screaming and turned to see people running as what looked like bats rose up from a hole in the ground. The man in the long brown coat who had bumped into him was ushering people away as he pointed a strange pen at the sky.

He saw several people stumble, an older woman wearing a pink jogging suit fell to the ground with a cry. Pushing through those running in the opposite direction Rory reached the woman just as the strange man did.

“Here,” Rory said as they both crouched to help her, “Slowly.”

Helping her to a bench, Rory dug into his bag for his first aid kit as the strange man finally cleared the strange creatures.

“You’re prepared,” the strange man said as he sat on the back of the bench with his feet on the seat.

Rory glanced at him as he began to clean the cut on the woman’s arm, “I’m a nurse.”

“Good,” the man said, nodding, “Excellent. That was good luck you being here. But then I suppose this is on your way to work.”

Frowning slightly confused Rory nodded. He checked the wound and started to put some antibiotic cream on it.

“So, you’ve never seen anything odd?” the strange man asked, “No one weird hanging around?”

Rory turned to him, “Other than you?”

“Good point,” he chuckled, before continuing, “I mean it’s strange for the Chrilckingkiki to attack like that.”

Looking at the woman he was helping who shrugged back at him, Rory knew he was going to regret this but asked, “The what?”

“The things that attacked,” he explained, “But they never would come to Earth…”

“Earth?”

“You would expect to see them on Mars,” the man continued not even acknowledging Rory’s question, “Which begs the question, why are they here?”

Finishing bandaging the woman’s arm, Rory looked up at the strange man, “My question is what are you talking about?”

The man laughed, “Never mind. You should get to safety.”

With that said he bounced away leaving Rory and the woman staring after him.

“That was odd,” Rory said.

She nodded, “Yes, it was.”

“Oh,” the man reappeared again making them both jump, “You wouldn’t happen to have any chewing gum?”

Distracted as a policewoman appeared to check on them, Rory nodded, “In my bag.”

“Thank you,” the man said as he ran away again calling back, “Get to safety.”

Rory sighed.

“What’s wrong, dear?” the woman asked as the policewoman started her moving.

“He took my bag,” Rory looked in the direction the strange man had run, he glanced at the policewoman, “Please ensure she’s checked for a concussion.”

With that said he ran after the man who had stolen his bag.

The Doctor checked the sonic and fixed the frequency, if he could find their nest then he might be able to work out how they got there. He opened the bag to find the chewing gum and frowned that he couldn’t find what he was looking for.

The bag was snatched from his hands making him jump to see the nurse standing there.

“I told you to get to safety,” the Doctor reminded him.

“You stole my bag,” Rory told him.

The Doctor stared at him for a moment before realising, “Aww, sorry. Where’s the chewing gum?”

Rory opened the front pocket and pulled out the packet he had, “Here.”

“Excellent,” the Doctor said before realising he had no idea who he was talking to, “What’s your name?”

“Rory, look I…”

“I’m the Doctor,” he cut the younger man off, shoving a few strips of chewing gum in his mouth, “Chew this.”

Rory looked confused with two strips of gum sitting in his mouth, so the Doctor motioned what he wanted him to do. The bemused expression didn’t move as he began to chew.

Checking the signal on the sonic he began to move again, Rory following on. Reaching a large tree in the centre of a grass circle the Doctor frowned.

“The signal stops here,” he grimaced, shaking the screwdriver, “That’s rubbish. A tree.”

“That’s new,” Rory spoke up from his side.

The Doctor spun, “What?”

“I walk through this park every day,” Rory told him, “I have never seen a tree here before, especially one that looks older than I am.”

“Really?” the Doctor stared at it, “Give me your gum.”

Rory stared at him, “You want my chewed gum?”

“Why do you think I gave you it?” the Doctor rolled his eyes, “Gum, now.”

With a disgusted look, Rory took the gum out his mouth and handed it across. Nodding at the young man, the Doctor rummaged in his pockets and pulled out the atmosphere sensor he had. With the gum and the sonic he altered it so he could check for portals instead.

“What are you doing?” Rory demanded watching intently.

“The Chrilckingkiki aren’t from here,” the Doctor explained as he worked, “So they must have come through my portal. Now, if there is a portal there is someone who has created it and considering there is a tree bang smack in the middle of the park that wasn’t there yesterday then we know that there is someone orchestrating this.”

“So…”

“So, I am going to do a feedback loop and close the portal,” the Doctor told him.

Rory stared at him for a few seconds before shrugging, “Okay.”

With a nod the Doctor activated the scanner, finding the frequency he glanced at Rory who was watching thoughtfully.

A high pitched squeal began to sound from the tree.

“What is that?” Rory demanded.

The Doctor winced and grabbed Rory’s arm, “Run.”

Rory was a little surprised as the Doctor grabbed his arm and yanked him away from the tree. The Doctor skidded to a stop and snatched Rory’s bag off him again, opening it he dumped the contents onto the grass.

“Hey!!” Rory cried, picking up his stuff from the ground.

“Sorry, Rory,” he said, “I need this, the portal isn’t closing and unless I close it then it will rip a permanent hole between the worlds and…”

“And?” Rory demanded automatically taking the bag when the Doctor handed it to him.

“I need to be able to detonate a large enough explosion and need a way to deliver it without getting either of us killed.”

Staring at the other man, Rory nodded and didn’t resist when the Doctor took the bag back. Using the handle, he began to swing it in a circle around his head before letting it go.

“Allonsy,” the Doctor cried as he released the bag.

It flew through the air in a smooth arc, and Rory gripped the Doctor’s arm as he watched it hit the tree. The explosion threw them both backwards and they slammed into the ground.

The Doctor sighed in relief that his plan had worked, he knew it had been a long shot but sometimes they worked the best.

Pulling himself to a stand, the Doctor offered Rory his hand to help him off the ground.

“You okay?”

“Ahh, yeah,” Rory sounded winded, looking around. He stared at the empty space where the tree had been, “What happened?”

“We closed the rift and made sure that it can’t open again,” the Doctor smiled, patting Rory on the shoulder, “Well, that’s us fixed everything so you should go and get to work.”

Looking a little shell-shocked, Rory nodded and holding all his things in his arms wandered away. With a smile the Doctor headed back to the TARDIS.

*********************************************

Rory finished his shift, his supervisor had heard of the chaos in the park so he hadn’t received any reprimands for being late. He’d managed to get it out of his mind while he worked but now, as he wandered home Rory kept thinking about the insane morning.

As he walked along the side of the park, it was still cordoned off after this morning’s insanity so he couldn’t follow his usual route home. Rounding the corner to his street, Rory stalled as the Doctor stood in front of a police box sitting on the street.

“I thought I would check up and see how you were after this morning,” the strange man said, pushing himself off the box.

Rory stared at him for a second before asking, “Who are you?”

“I told you,” he grinned, “I’m the Doctor.”

“I know a lot of Doctors and none of them are like you,” Rory replied.

The Doctor continued to grin, “I like you.”

“Thank you?”

“So,” the Doctor said, “Where are you from? Because you don’t seem at ease here.”

Looking bemused at the questioning Rory took a moment before he shrugged, “I’m from Leadworth.”

“Never heard of it,” the Doctor mused.

“It’s in Gloucester,” Rory replied before shaking his head, “Why am I telling you this?”

The Doctor smiled, “I’m listening?”

Rory stared at him, still bemused.

"So, you've never been anywhere other than here or some tiny village in the middle of nowhere?" the Doctor asked.

Rory shrugged, "Never really had the inclination to travel much."

"Then you've never thought of another sky above your head, or different grass beneath your feet?"

"My friend Amy was always the adventurous one," Rory told him, "She’s currently in India, I think. It might be Peru by now."

The Doctor chuckled, "Since I destroyed your bag, how about I make it up to you by giving you one trip."

"How?"

Pointing to the TARDIS, the Doctor waited for the young man's reply.

"In your wooden box?" Rory asked, the scepticism clear in his voice.

With a grin the Doctor opened the door, "Have a look."

Confused Rory moved closer and stopped as he saw the room through the door, turning he walked around the box, his hand trailing along the outside to ensure there was nothing there to create an illusion.

Returning to the door he stepped inside and looked around.

“Well?” the Doctor said, waiting for the normal response.

Rory turned to him, “After today, this doesn’t surprise me.”

Laughing the Doctor threw his coat over the railing, closing the door before he jogged over to the console.

“I should probably ask,” Rory joined him at the console, “Trip where?”

With a grin the Doctor pulled the lever.

#fic #doctor who #tenth doctor #rory williams #alternate universe

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clericbyers · 5 years

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okay but present day byler listening to chasing cars together and laying on wills bed and that’s where mike realizes he loves him

“I made a new playlist if you’re down to listen,” Will points out one day while he and Mike are lazing about outside on the porch. Mike’s kicking his Vans through the dirt before him and coughing out the dust that catches in his throat.

“Yeah, sure,” he wheezes out, “you always have the best song order in your lists than anyone else.”

Will laughs. “You only like my ordering because your favorite songs are almost always first.”

“You know me too well.” Mike grins up at his friend and feels his heart do that funny flip thing it’s been practicing recently. If recently could be at least the past five years or so, sure.

Mike kicks dirt again and climbs fully to his feet. “You know you’re lucky Lucas isn’t here and you’re wearing just Vans.”

“Why’s that?”

“He’d murder you for kicking your feet around with Air Maxs on, especially the 270 React.”

Mike sticks out his tongue playfully, which makes Will roll his eyes before motioning for Mike to follow him inside. It’s just them today; Joyce is out working, Hopper is at the station, Jonathan got hired to take photos all day for some Instagram influencer in Indianapolis, and Elle is out with her girlfriend Max in the city. Mike always feels a little nervous being alone with Will these days. It’s mostly anxiety in his head brought by silly daydreams of maybe holding his best friend’s hand as they sit on the porch, or of kissing him every time they see each other, small pecks and long hungry kisses that each encapsulate everything he’s wanted for a long time.

Mike often wonders if he’s projecting in some fashion, taking out all his gay feels and pressing them on Will since they’re the closest in the Party. It’s no secret where Mike’s interests lie (if the rainbow pin he wore everywhere didn’t broadcast it enough, the rainbow flag in his room was a big, well, flag. Plus, Mike almost always referred to himself as the secondary gay in town, only second to Will), but absolutely no one knows how he feels about Will. Mike’s not even sure either and that’s the worst part.

If he can get a handle on what exactly all his thoughts toward Will mean, if he’s sure he’s not taking out his celebrity crush on Jake Gyllenhaal on Will, then maybe something could be done.

Will plops down onto his bed and starts scrolling through his phone. Mike stands in the doorway for a second longer, watching Will’s fingers grip the sides of his phone before one hand reaches up to brush freshly cut bangs from his head. Mike’s heart catches on a beat and gets lost in the rhythm of Mike’s turbulent emotions.

“Aren’t you gonna sit down?” Will asks with a small chuckle. “I don’t bite.”

“Oh good,” shoots back Mike as he makes his way to Will. “I thought you were a cannibal.”

Will leans over and nips lightly at Mike’s bare arm. His tongue dances across Mike’s skin for just a moment and Mike’s face turns vibrant pink. Will though makes a face and pulls away with a groan. “If I was a cannibal, I wouldn’t eat you.”

“Am I too stringy?”

Will shrugs. “If I ate you then I wouldn’t be able to hang with you every day. I can hold off the temptation for eternity as long as you’re still here.” Mike is going to combust. “Plus, you taste gross.”

“Haha.” The curly haired boy tightens the scrunchie holding his hair back in a loose ponytail—courtesy of Elle—before laying down beside Will. “C’mon, let’s listen to this playlist of yours.”

Will turns on his Bluetooth speaker and then starts up the music. He settles in next to Mike and they both stare into each other’s eyes until Will starts giggling and then closes his eyes as he hums along to the music. They both alternate between humming and singing along, butchering lyrics on purpose and Mike belting out whatever he can when Mr. Brightside and 19-2000 plays.

“Oh,” Will perks when an unfamiliar guitar riff starts playing. “This is the last song; I found it recently. I think you’ll like it.”

Mike opens his eyes and clears out his head enough to take a listen.

We’ll do it all; everything, on our own.

“The melody is nice,” he replies somewhat distractedly. The calmness of this opening has him a little by the throat, and he’s anticipating a rise in energy once the drums start but he still takes in the simplistic instrumentation this far in.

We don’t need; anything, or anyone.

Fair enough.

If I lay here, and Mike snorts to himself given he and Will are just laying around themselves, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Mike feels his throat clench at that. That hits a little too close to home. He chances a glance at Will, who has his eyes closed and oh, oh, there goes Mike’s heart again doing those dumb cartwheels in his chest because Will looks so content and happy being here with Mike.

I don’t quite know; how to say, how I feel.

Mike feels the bottom drop out his stomach. Fuck.

Those three words are said too much; they’re not enough.

Those three words…those three words. Oh. Yeah. Mike stares up at the ceiling and takes in a deep breath. Yeah, it’s—it’s not enough is it? Not really. Will knows Mike loves him, everyone knows Mike loves his friends but this…emotion that consumes Mike unwillingly when Will just glances at him? Those three words really aren’t enough after all.

If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Will fidgets and peaks open an eye before sending Mike a sleepy smile.

Forget what we’re told, before we get too old.

Mike thinks back to their younger years, when all the adults in town admonished him for being so close to Will, for daring to show interest in other boys outside of friendship. How they told him he couldn’t like boys, that it was wrong and evil even now in this century despite what big city life promoted. So he came out in 8th grade, wore rainbow pins and socks and anything he could, went with Nancy into the big city to buy a pride flag in 9th grade, went to prom with his (very short term) boyfriend in 10th grade, and promptly ignored everything he had been taught before about it being wrong to like who he liked.

He won’t grow old enough to be unable to escape the rhetoric. None of the Party will.

Show me a garden that’s bursting into life.

Will opens his other eye and scoots in just a bit closer. Mike can feel the heat from his leg even though they aren’t touching at this distance. He thinks he might passing out if he can’t get his breath back.

Let’s waste time chasing cars around our heads.

Mike feels a little fuzzy now, almost punch drunk from Will’s closeness. He scoots in too, turns on his side to face Will a little better. Will turns as well and now they lie so close, knees knocking together and barely enough space between their faces. Will’s bed is far too small for two people, but right now it seems just about the perfect size.

I need your grace to remind me to find my own.

“Mike?” Will whispers, too gentle in the rising beat of the song.

Mike can’t stop thinking; he can’t shut off his brain, it’s only processing one thing and it’s putting a label to those stupid emotions that have been consuming him since they were kids. The emotion that he knows is more than friendship for the past five years. But now…

“I’m in love with you.”

If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Will is crying. No sobs, no messiness, just one of those uncontrollable smiles framed by sweet wetness dripping from his eyes. Mike leans forward to brush the tears from his best friend’s face, no, not just his best friend, someone he loves more than any words could detail.

Forget what we’re told, before we get too old.

“I’m in love with you, too.”

There’s something so liberating about saying it aloud, something so freeing about hearing something known since they first sat on the swings together and decided to become friends. Mike feels like his life is starting all over again now that he’s basking under the rays of Will’s returned affections.

Show me a garden that’s bursting into life.

The garden, it’s his heart, tended to by the only boy he’s ever truly loved.

All that I am, all that I ever was, and Mike takes Will’s hands in his own as the other boy blushes slightly, is here in your perfect eyes.

Perfect green eyes that go soft at the edges and look blue under the right lighting, expressive big eyes that echo everything Mike’s ever felt like twin mirrors reflecting his soul.

They’re all I can see.

Mike can’t look away now, if ever. God, he’s so in love, huh. It took him this long to realize it.

I don’t know where. Confused about how as well.

How did Mike fall anyway? He doesn’t know. It wasn’t much of a fall anyway, more of a sink, a slow dip into deep rich waters lavishing the beaches of his mind. Gentle waves of reminders about how much different Mike feels toward Will, but never a label until now. Now, there’s only love crashing to shore and Mike accepts the waves with the ease of a Californian surfer.

Just know that these things will never change for us at all.

Nothing’s changed. Nothing has ever changed really.

“If I lay here,” Will whispers with the last verse of the song, singing just enough to keep the pitch but breathy with emotion he can’t contain. “If I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

Mike smiles and he knows it’s the dopey one, he can’t help himself, but Will is going pink and he’s so lovely. Mike’s sure Will knows his verbal answer so he shows it instead, closing the gap with a kiss that should have happen years ago. But things happen for a reason, and now, Mike decides as Will clamps his fists into Mike’s shirt and deepens the kiss until only the sound of their slow but needy kissing takes the room after the song ends, is the perfect time and reason for it all.

#yams answers #yams writes #byler #byeler #pleasseee im a mess!!!!!#anon i cant believe youve done this!!!!#i canntttttt!!!#also look up the 270 reacts those kicks are fly #saw them in person and fell in love uhhhhhggg #otp: palaric

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wazzupmrstark · 5 years

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Hey! Congrats on 1k, that's brilliant! Can i please request a blurb with prompt 51 from the first list and prompt 10 from the second list ❤

thank you, love!! sorry it took so long to get to!! also, there wasn’t a 51 on the list so I went with 41 I hope that’s okay!! and it’s so long I got carried away lol

**the reader is pregnant in this as a lil nod to my fave @nnatasha :))

“How ‘bout you come and help me out, huh?”

“Were you just touching yourself?” ‘Yeah, what are you gonna do about it?’

It was a lazy Sunday in the Holland house and you were propped up on the couch next to Tom, a bowl of chips resting on your belly. He was watching some golf tournament, but you weren’t really paying attention. Instead, you were focused on his hands, his fingers, that were drawing shapes absentmindedly on your thigh. It was something that he did all the time anyway, but for whatever reason it was driving you crazy today.

Ever since you’d gotten pregnant you’ve been unbelievably horny, and at first, it was great. You dragged Tom to bed every chance you got, and he certainly didn’t complain. You left dinners, parties, and even movies early, unable to go another minute without having him inside you. Watching Tom sneak out of bathrooms and closets after messing around with you, cheeks pink and hair tousled was one of your favorite things and often led to an immediate round two. You were insatiable, and Tom had always called you out for it with an appreciative smirk and nip at your bottom lip.

But as the months passed and your body started to change more and more, your confidence began to dwindle. You still wanted Tom all the time, but you didn’t think he felt the same way. With your fluctuating weight and growing stomach, how could he possibly find you as attractive as he had before? He hadn’t said anything about it of course, but you knew he was too nice to. And it wasn’t just that. You didn’t feel as sexy as you used to, you weren’t as sure of yourself and your body. The pounds you were gaining weren’t just around your stomach and it made you insecure, all of it made you insecure.

You attributed any advance he made towards you as something he felt obligated to do, and shrugged him off with an apologetic smile, so after a while he stopped trying altogether, content to spend afternoons together with you like this, relaxing and watching tv together.

What you didn’t know was that he thought the exact opposite. Seeing you like this actually turned him on. He was in awe that over the fact that your body was creating a whole new life inside of it and you acted like it was almost nothing. You were the strongest woman he knew and all he wanted to do was worship your body and pleasure you for carrying his child, but your sex drive had seemingly taken a dive and he wasn’t about to be selfish while you were doing all the hard work. So he resolved to quietly getting himself off in the shower to thoughts of you and keeping himself in check when you spent time together.

You always tried to pay attention to golf even though you hated it, just for the sake of being able to make conversation with Tom while it was happening, but today your mind was on other things. You watched as some guy you’d never seen before hit a golf ball into the lake and tensed as Tom’s hand squeezed your leg as he exclaimed at the tv.

“Oi, that was fucking awful!” he shouted, not releasing his grip on your leg.

You fought the urge to squirm as heat rushed to your core and sucked in a deep breath through your teeth.

“You alright, love?” Tom asked as he ripped his attention away from the tv, his voice laced with concern.

You shifted on the couch and rolled your neck, rubbing it lightly with your hand.. “Just a muscle cramp,” you lied and cleared your throat.

“Want me to rub your neck?” he offered, turning his body towards you.

“Um, yeah sure,” you agreed (like an idiot), hoping it would take your mind off of what you really wanted him to do to you.

You put the bowl of chips on the coffee table in front of you and scooted back closer to Tom so that you could sit between his legs. He brushed your hair out of the way softly and put one hand on each shoulder, just underneath the collar of your shirt. His hands were cold at first, and you shivered as he moved his fingers along your skin and began to apply pressure. He worked his thumbs into the muscles of your neck as he half-watched the tournament, pressing a little harder whenever a player made a particularly good or bad shot.

The burning between your thighs didn’t subside as he massaged your neck, you didn’t know why you thought it would. You groaned as he started to press a little more firmly, wishing his fingers would wander a little further under your shirt.

“Feel good?” he asked with a little smirk.

“Mhm,” you replied with a nod of you head.

“I’m glad. Is your neck feeling any better?”

You sat up straighter and leaned away from him so that his hands fell away from your shoulders. He looked at you in confusion.

“Um, yeah, thank you.” You swallowed thickly, pressing your legs together.

“Darling?”

“I’m feeling a little sick actually, so I’ll-I’ll be right back,” you leapt up from the couch and made a run for your shared bedroom, slamming the door behind you. You knew Tom wouldn’t follow you because you didn’t like him to see you getting sick, even though he wanted to take care of you.

You heard him call out after you, but couldn’t make out what he was saying. Your mind was ironically too cloudy with thoughts of him, of his hands and all the things he could do with them to make any sense of what he’d said. You shrugged off your t-shirt and sweatpants in record time, leaving your socks on, and jumped onto the bed as quietly as possible. You didn’t waste any time slipping your fingers under the waistband of your panties, gasping when you finally applied pressure to where you needed it most. You were even wetter than you thought, making it easy to work two of your fingers inside of you at once.

You bit your lip, trying to keep as quiet as possible. Your back arched off the bed when you brought your thumb to your clit and you cursed under your breath. The combination of relief and pleasure was indescribable and you felt yourself getting close fast.

You imagined Tom’s fingers pumping in and out of you and his lips on your neck and couldn’t help but moan out a little.

You were nearly over the edge when you heard the bedroom door open and froze, eyes wide, and saw a very red faced Tom.

“What the fuck?” he asked. You read a mixture of anger and lust in his eyes and gulped. “Were you just touching yourself?”

“Um, it isn’t what you think?” you lied even though it was futile.You knew it looked pretty bad, you were completely naked on the bed, hand down your panties, all sweaty and blissed out.

He crossed his arms. “I was listening at the door, y/n, don’t play dumb.”

“You were listening?” you accused, still aware of how guilty you looked with your fingers still literally inside of you.

“Yes, because you said you were sick! I wanted to make sure you were okay!”

“Well, I’m almost done, or at least I was. Don’t worry we can keep watching golf in a minute.”

“I don’t fucking care about golf, y/n,” he spat, then softened a little. “Why didn’t you ask me to help? With, y’know...” he trailed off nodding in the direction of your hand.

Your lip began to tremble. “I didn’t want to make you.”

“Make me? What are you on about?”

You glanced down at your body and shrugged. “I know my body is different and bigger and just...not like it used to be, so I didn’t want to make you do anything if you didn’t think I was as attractive anymore.”

You thought Tom’s eyes might pop out of his head the way he was looking at you. “What on earth made you think that?”

“I dunno, I just don’t feel like myself I guess, and I thought you might think I was gross now or something.”

“Love, no- absolutely not. If anything, it’s the opposite! You look...so gorgeous like that, what you’re doing, creating life, is fucking incredible. I get hard just thinking about you these days,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Wait, really?” you asked, sitting up a little more.

“Uh yeah,” he laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Controlling myself around you has been really hard, but I thought the hormones had kicked your sex drive so I didn’t want to push you. I mean, especially because you’re already doing so much.:”

“I’m always horny,” you groaned, tossing your head back onto the pillows. “I think it’s worse than before?”

“Really?” Tom asked eagerly and you could swear you saw his cock twitch in his sweatpants.

“Really.”

“Have you, uh, have you come yet?” he asked, licking his lips.

You shook your head, starting to move your thumb over your clit again. “How ‘bout you come over here and help me out, huh?”

“Don’t need to ask me twice,” he said cockily, pulling his t-shirt up and over his head.

He wiggled out of his sweats too, and hopped up on the bed next to you. He kissed you harshly on the lips before moving in between your legs.

“Wanna taste,” he mumbled, taking your hand that was still occupied by the wrist and bringing your fingers to his mouth, sucking all the way down to your knuckles. He looked up at you with your fingers in his mouth, eyes nearly black with lust. You moaned and arched towards him. He released your wrist and grinned.“That’s it darling,” he said lowly, “want to make you feel so good.”

You managed to raise an eyebrow. “Yeah, and what are you going to do about it?”

“Anything you want.”

“Anything?”

He nodded. “What’d you have in mind?”

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