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boydepartment · 4 months

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hiii can you do enha finding out you have a crush on them from one of the members

“R U FR?” - enhypen reaction to finding out you’re in love with them

a/n: i am so sorry this took a million years BUT HERE IT IS :3 I ALSO DIDNT KNOW HOW TO TITLE THIS SO I HOPE PPL READ THE ASK LMAO

warnings- nothing- fluff, reader uses she/her

MASTERLIST

🥯jungwon… he was working on some lyrics for a song that he wanted to write. he never really took part in something like this directly so it was new to him. and he was struggling.

“jay… i don’t know what to write, it’s a love song! i’m struggling.” he leaned his head on the desk and watched as jay messed with the different knobs on his guitar.

“ask y/n she’s like in love with you.” jay mumbled without thinking, he shot his head up and looked at jungwon who also shot up.

jungwon slowly turned to jay, “are you… being honest with me?”

his older brother sat awkwardly, “ummm if i said yes?”

almost immediately jungwon got up and called you asking your location, if he had to run to you he would. and he was going to.

🥨heeseung… he sat on his back in the practice room singing to himself. he took up extra practices for the next upcoming comeback and you had left a couple hours ago after dropping him off lunch. he was so thankful for you and it made him smile to himself. around 4am riki walked in and sat down next to heeseung.

“dude it smells like body odor and noodles in here what the fuck did you do?” riki asked between laughs

heeseung sat up and rolled his eyes, “it smells like noodles because y/n dropped me off food.”

riki scoffed, “when did she drop off the food? i didn’t see her.”

heeseung leaned back again, “couple hours ago, around 1am.”

“1AM???? damn she really is in love with you hah!” riki froze right after the words came out of his mouth. god he spoils everything.

“wh-what??” heeseung looked at him wide eyed, ears pink.

riki immediately got up and ran out, leaving heeseung to sit in the practice room alone blushing.

🥐jay… you had a rough couple weeks due to family stuff and jay felt bad. you were a really close friend of his and he hated seeing you so upset. to make you feel better jay started cooking you your favorite meal. he was in the kitchen cooking and planning out his day so he can drop it off to you while it’s still warm. he was mumbling to himself when jake walked in.

“is this dinner?” jake asked, sitting on the counter. jay looked at him.

“1 get your ass off the counter, and 2 no, it’s for y/n, it’s her favorite.”

jake looked at the food, “this is a lot to give her.”

jay nodded, “i’m hoping it’ll last her a few days, it’s been rough for her lately.”

“i’m sure her just seeing you will make her feel better, she talks about you all the time yaknow?” jake said mindlessly, ass still sat on the counter.

jay nodded and hummed without thinking. jake thought he was ignoring him so he wanted to test it, “she’s in love with you.”

jay’s eyes widened and he almost dropped the wooden spoon, he looked over at jake and smacked him with it, “that’s not funny and i told you get your ass off the counter!”

🧇jake… he was waiting for you to come over to the dorm. you needed help on an essay and jake had free time so he offered to help you. he also loved to keep his skills sharp so he lived vicariously through your university work. he was frantically cleaning his room when sunoo walked in.

“oh you’re finally cleaning your room?” sunoo spoke leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed.

jake looked up at him, “yeah y/n is coming over, it needs to be clean i don’t want her to be grossed out by me.”

sunoo scoffed, “she’s seen you laugh so hard snot comes out of your nose and she’s still in love with you.”

jake stopped mid throw, his paper ball not landing in the trash, “wait what?”

sunoo laughed, throwing his head back, “oh nothing!” before walking to his own room. jake was suddenly hyper aware of his messy room and the time. you were going to arrive any minute and he was sweating nervously.

🥞sunghoon… he was getting dressed up to meet you for coffee. you were actually in town for the week so he wanted to see you again. you had been busy with classes and work and just life in general. so sunghoon wanted to take you out for froyo, he was buttoning up his coverup and putting on cologne when heeseung entered the bathroom.

“do you have a date today or something?” heeseung looked at him, eyebrows rising.

sunghoon shook his head no, “just taking y/n out for ice cream.”

heeseung now looked at him funny, “are you sure it’s not a date? she likes you a lot yaknow, like love love.”

“what? what do you mean!?” sunghoon flipped around to look at him, “do i look okay? is it too much? should i change? wait she’s in love with me?!”

heeseung left the bathroom after tapping him on the shoulder and a small good luck.

🍞sunoo… you and sunoo were having your monthly movie nights. it used to be weekly but since he became an idol he gets busy a lot. but you were willing to wait the once a month for these movie nights and for him. you were knocked out on the couch in the dorm and sunoo walked to the hall closet to get you an extra blanket. jay walked past him but stopped, jay knew you were going to confess to sunoo today. he was the one who told you to

“did y/n talk to you yet?”

sunoo smiled to himself, “we always talk, why?”

“so are you guys together now or?”

sunoo looked at him a little confused. jay yawned and stretched a bit, he was half asleep as he started walking again, “she was supposed to confess how she’s been in love with you for years. guess she forgot to.”

sunoo walked back quickly to you practically shaking you awake after that. he loved you just as much as you loved him, and sleep was not going to get in the way of that.

🍰riki… you were in the shower in the dorm. on the way home from a cafe it started pouring which led to you getting soaked. riki knew you were bad with the cold so he immediately shoved you in the bathroom with a change of warm clothes. not wanting you to get sick, then he walked to his room to make sure it was tidy and had enough blankets for you both.

jake was already in his room though, “what’re you doing in here?”

jake looked up, “looking for the ipad, where is it?”

riki blinked, “i need it you can’t have it right now.” he started rearranging the blankets on his bed. jake looked at him, jaw agape.

“what the hell for what?! give it!”

riki looked back at him, “you’re acting like you’re the child.” jake started searching riki’s desk.

“hey! cut it out! me and y/n are watching a movie after she gets out of the shower!” riki said and smacked him with a pillow.

jake stopped and his grin widened, “ohhhhhhhhhhh okay then never mind, if you and your girlfriend wanna watch a movie then i’m good i’ll just use heeseung’s pc.”

riki’s ears turned pink, “she’s not my girlfriend…” never in his life was he going to tell you his feelings for you.

“what really? i heard her talking on the phone the other day about how much she was in love with you? huh… maybe i heard wrong.” at that jake got up and left and almost immediately you entered the room. you looked at riki who was pink all over.

“ummm are you okay? do you have a fever?”

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pxrxcxa · 2 years

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Untouchable

✶ One shot

Pairing | Eddie x his best friends little sister

Post summary | You’ve been in love with Eddie since you can remember. When he refuses to see you as anything except for his best friends, untouchable, innocent, little sister, you work out a way to get him to look at you differently.

What to expect | Established friendship, mutual pining, jealous Eddie, lots of tension - no use of y/n

Post Warnings | Drug use, shotgunning, M oral, F masturbation, voyeurism, facial, public sex, rough sex

Word count | 5.3 K

Authors Note | I’d really like to do a part 2 | but let me know what y’all think about this one first ;)

Pt 2 | Pt 3 |

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿

I’d always seen Eddie. Considering he’d been joined at the hip with Trevor since middle school when he’d made fun of Eddie’s buzz cut. The two were inseparable, always up to no good. If you seen one you knew the other wasn’t far. Since Trevor and I shared DNA, Eddie was around just as much as I was, taking up a segment of our life and blending in seamlessly like he belonged there.

Ten years I’d catch the bus home with Eddie and my older brother, avoiding their teasing while they spread across the entire lounge room floor as they devoured the pantry of snacks and planned out their DnD campaigns. Ten years I’d been the butt of their cruel jokes. Ten years I’d been silently in love with Eddie.

And for ten years, Eddie had ignored me like I was invisible. Eddie had never seen me.

I glanced up from my book as a piece of popcorn bounced off my chest and landed on the open page, covering the rest of the line I was currently reading.

“Do you mind?” I snapped through gritted teeth, brushing my shirt as I glared up through my lashes.

“Not at all. Get us another drink.” My brother rolled over on his back as he grinned at me, holding a crumpled piece of paper above his face that contained a list of his new ideas for DnD characters.

Eddie’s singular laugh burst onto the scene, and I reluctantly glanced up at him, dropping my stare almost instantly as a deep blush filled my cheeks. He smirked at me as he popped another piece of popcorn into his mouth, watching me as I slammed the book shut and stood up from the couch.

“Get it your damn self.” I snapped, purposely treading on my brothers arm as I stepped over him.

Eddie’s stare, hard to ignore, followed me as I made my way to the kitchen. The water churned angrily inside of the glass as I flicked the sink tap on angrily and filled it to the brim. As I spun around the drink almost slipped through my fingers, Eddie was leaning in the doorway, his arms crossed tightly across his chest as his dark eyes appraised me.

“You good kid?” My heart sunk into my ass at his words.

Kid

“I’m fine.” My misplaced frustration seeped through my tone, Eddie’s brows raised slightly at my rudeness before Trevor burst through through door, shoving him out of the way and breaking our eye contact.

“Ignore her man, she’s been in a mood ever since she started dating that freshman.” My fingers tightened around the slippery glass as my eyes shot to Eddie’s face, my own colouring in embarrassment as his features turned guarded, hiding his reaction as he picked at his cuticles.

I snatched the bag of chips off the counter that my brother reached for, glaring daggers at him, interrupting Eddie as we spoke at the same time.

“Oh yeah?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

I cleared my throat as they both shared a look followed by loud, teasing bouts of laughter.

“He’s not, he’s just my partner on one of our assignments. And-“ I spoke louder as Trevor wagged his brows suggestively at me and Eddie covered his smirk with his hand.

“He’s actually pretty cool, I think you’d like him, he’s into DnD.” I let my bait hang in the air as I dumped the rest of the contents of my glass down the sink, letting it clack against the sides loudly.

I turned back slowly to watch Trevor let a low, appreciative whistle through his teeth, his mind ticking over my words as I watched Eddie closely. He was far too focused on a hangnail as his jaw clenched, sucking against his teeth.

“What d’ya think bro?” Trevor’s voice was pathetically whiny, pining for Eddie’s approval without shame.

Although his slightly annoyed face betrayed his words, Eddie shrugged, dropping his arms to cross his chest as he stared me down, running his gaze slowly over me as I shuddered, chancing a quick glance at my brother to see if he noticed.

“If she says the kids alright, we can give him a go. She has incredible taste after all.”

Eddie’s lips drew out the S in the third last word, making my thighs twitch behind my loose mini skirt as he smirked at my brother, who was blissfully unaware of my dangerous thoughts as he sneakily snatched the bag of snacks from my trembling fingers.

“If he’s anything like her, he’s super fucking innocent. And I know how you love to corrupt your innocent freshman with DnD.” My brothers half hearted wink didn’t even begin to convey the truth behind his words, their possible different meaning to Eddie had my head swimming dangerously, the sea of blackness lapping at my concentration.

“I don’t agree on a lot of things with you bro, but when it comes to that type of innocence… I can’t resist absolute corruption.” Eddie’s dark eyes fixated on me as his wide smile crinkled his eyes. I was greatful for the loud crunching as Trevor tipped the bag of food back against his mouth, tilting his head back as he shook the bag, because I was sure that actual steam was blowing out of my ears and a slight dripping was falling from between my thighs.

“Come on, let’s head out.” Trevor’s spat through an open mouth full of food as he tossed the packet into the bin and walked between us, cutting off my eyeline of Eddie as he smacked his chest and swiped up his car keys. I swallowed my disgust over my brothers general lack of hygiene as he disappeared around the corner, rolling my eyes as I turned my back on both of their vulgar insults over who was driving.

The warning tingle that shot up my spine, made me spin back around as I bumped back against the sink, watching Eddie lean away from the door frame to cross the tiled kitchen floor between us in three long strides.

His eyes flickered to the darkened hallway like he was making sure that my brother was still out of sight as he stood toe to toe with me, our embarrassing height difference towered over me as his face broke into a cocky half grin.

My breathing faltered as his hand raised towards me, gently brushing against my thin sweater in the space between my breast and my collar bone. My heart squeezed painfully as his grin faded off into a small, knowing smile as I began to tremble.

“Popcorn.” His scoff contained a light airy laugh as he glanced above my head and brushed away the few crumbs that clung the static fabric of my shirt.

My chest throbbed in a painful release as Eddie stalked away, shrugging on his leather jacket as my knees struggled to keep me upright.

Asshole

I ran my tongue across my lips as I tried to keep my thoughts in check, squishing down the vain fantasy of hope that reared it’s ugly head, focusing on the ticking hands of the clock above the kitchen cabinets.

Eddie’s small touches meant nothing, his lingering stares only felt heavy and intrusive because I was imagining it. Eddie was only ever going to be an elderly brother figure to me and I needed to learn to accept that. Giving myself a reality check to save myself from further heart break.

I swallowed the rock that sat at the back of my throat as my vision came into focus again.

“Hey! Where are you going? Moms gonna be here with dinner soon.” I chased after the boys as they hesitated at the front door, staring back at me with frustration as I hindered their nightly pursuits.

“The hideout.” Trevor shook his head at me like I was stupid for even asking, widening his eyes sarcastically as he pulled the door wider.

Eddie stared at me with a blank expression, either trying very hard to control his reaction or just genuinely not having one as he rolled a loose ring across the tops of his knuckles.

“Ed’s here has a blonde hottie waiting for him.” My brother smacked his chest with his fist lightly, following up his hurtful statement with a string of obscene noises and hip movements.

I tried and failed to keep my face straight as my heart smashed into my stomach, twisting and splintering like broken glass as Eddie didn’t spare me another glance, following Trevor down the scarcely lit driveway.

His car tore off into the empty street as they sped away to whatever pleasures awaited them at the dingy bar, leaving me alone and heartbroken as I let the front door swing closed slowly.

“I think it’s a good idea.” I let the stream of smoke billow through my nose as I flicked the ash away from the tip of my joint, leaning back against the red brick of the gym, hidden by other nosy students and prying teachers alike.

Sean, the infamous genius freshman that was taking senior classes, liked playing DnD and was my alleged boyfriend, watched me from his place beside me, his beady eyes following my every movement as he tried to mimic my stance.

I held out the joint in an offering, raising my eye brows as he hesitated and then shook his head, glancing up at me from the few inch height difference between us.

“I’ve got a test, probably be better if I was sober.” His dorky face screwed up and I turned away to hide my laughter, watching the sophomore gym class run their tenth, hellish lap around the field.

I nodded without looking as he muttered a goodbye, taking a deep drag as my eyes squinted shut. The air rushed through my teeth as a heavy ‘umph’ resounded through the air as his sharp cry echoed around us.

Sean was scrawled across the concrete, fresh tears springing to his eyes from the raw scrape marks across his palms and knees. Eddie stepped from around the corner and roughly hauled him to his feet, practically beating him into the ground as he wiped grey clouds of dirt from his shoulders.

“Better be more careful there kid.” Eddie clicked his teeth as my arm dropped, nerves fluttering in my stomach as I hid the joint against my side.

It was no use, the smell had probably drawn him out in the first place.

My eyes flickered between the vastly different boys, Eddie’s dark and hulking form, with a mean smirk plastered across his face, towered over Seans’ quivering one. A shock ran through me as I watched the unmistakable signs of fear flash across the younger man’s face, he nodded and tried not to let Eddie’s strength make his knees buckle as he continued to swipe at Sean’s arms, angrily brushing away dirt that was no longer there.

He shot me a frightened look as I couldn’t help the slight amusement spread across my face, my inhibitions locked away from the spike of weed I’d inhaled, I successfully bit back my laugh as I realised he was afraid of Eddie. Sometimes it was hard to remember what the rest of the world saw him as, because Eddie had my knees shaking and my face blushing for entirely different reasons.

Sensing no help from me, Sean tried to side step around Eddie as his eyes fell to his Hellfire shirt under his leather jacket, trembling like a mouse as Eddie blocked him.

“Not so fast, kid. Who are you?” Eddie’s menacing smile slowly dropped from his face as he cocked his head, loosing patience as Sean stuttered over his own name.

I scoffed and pushed off from the wall, turning to face him with my own smug smirk as I shook my head at Eddie’s antics.

“This is the one I told you and Trevor about. This is Sean.” His eyes squeezed shut like he was upset about me naming him, like he’d hoped he could remain unnoticed as long as he stayed silent.

Eddie had ignored me thus far, but his dark stare slid past Sean’s to meet mine over his head, something flashing in his eyes as they softened and his jaw hardened.

“Right.” He stood to the side and clapped his shoulder, making him half bow over as his face screwed up in pain. “Well, maybe I’ll see you at our club sometime, I’ll take good care of ya.” Eddie winked and slapped him on the back again, half propelling him down the footpath and almost out of my sight.

The brittle tension disappeared along with Sean as Eddie turned back to me, pulling a cigarette from his jacket pocket, placing it between his teeth as he flicked his lighter and shook his head at me over the billowing smoke.

I grinned freely as I purposely took a long hit of my dwindling joint, staring back at him boldly as I blew the cloud of haze in his direction.

We puffed in a silence for a moment before I took too deep of a hit and coughed hard, my chest spluttering as my eyes watered.

He clicked tongue as he pursed his lips, barking a sharp snap of laughter as I waved the smoke away that burst through my lungs.

“Exactly why you shouldn’t smoke.” He grinned through his hypocrisy.

“Oh please, don’t act like you’re not the one who taught me this.” I held it out between us accusingly, relishing in the easy smiles shared between us. My heart clenched unexpectedly as I wished for it to always be this easy, that our friendship didn’t have to be blackened by my unrequited feelings, obsession was probably a better word.

His own face turned serious as we both lost our grins, exhaling through his teeth as a deep sigh rushed from his chest. His eyes, practically black in the shadows, had me cowering against the wall as he glared at me.

“You should stay away from him.” His words were a fire hot, ice pick through my skin as I tried to read their meaning in his face. He kept his usual half snarky half empty mask in place, I took a distracted drag for something to do other than get lost in my thoughts of looking at him.

“Sean? He’s harmless.” I peered back at Eddie questioningly, blushing as he scoffed and sent me a derivative scowl.

“He’s a guy.”

“And?”

“And I know what guys want.” He flicked the butt of his smoke away as he spun around to face me, burying his hands in his pockets as he waited for me to catch onto his meaning.

I wasn’t sure what made me say it, or how I possibly got the words out without caving like the embarrassed coward I was.

“What do you want?”

Eddie’s face flashed with something new, he only hesitated for a minute as his eyes dropped to something beside me and he stalked across the space between us. I backed off quickly, bumping against the rough brick as he pinned me against it.

I trembled as Eddie hand snaked around my throat, his thumb pressing into my jaw so that my head was tilted back and I couldn’t avoid his dark eyes that trapped mine. I couldn’t help the gasp that slipped past my lips, Eddie’s eyes dropped to them, intrigued by the sound. My throat stuck as my thoughts ran wild, wanting to cry from the confusion and pleasure of feeling Eddie’s hand finally somehow wrapped around me.

My hands clenched around empty air as Eddie stole the joint from between my fingers, he brought it between us, turning his head to the side, but keeping his eyes on mine as he took a deep inhale. The paper burned all the way down to the roach in a blaze, ash dropping dangerously as he flicked it away and tensed his fingers around the nape of my neck.

His strong hand bowed me against him as his thumb moved up against my chin, pulling it down roughly as he forced my lips apart.

I shook like a leaf as Eddie moved his face towards mine, with slow movements like a predator. He angled his jaw to line up with me, leaving barely any space between our open mouths as he blew the smoke into mine. My eyes rolled back into my head as I caved, I could practically taste him, almost feel the softness of his lips as my knees buckled, Eddie’s tight grip became the only thing holding me up. His forehead leant forward to touch mine as he breathed the last swirl of the smoke into me, snapping his eyes shut as his jaw flexed.

“You’re Trevor’s sister.” It was a fact he grunted through clenched teeth.

“I am.” My hands traced up carefully to hold onto the arm he still had wrapped around my neck.

“Untouchable.” I didn’t agree.

“So fucking innocent.” Eddie’s practically spat the words as his eyes wrenched open in anger and he dropped his hold on me, slamming his fist down against the raw brick beside me as he spurned away, the outline of the Dio patch on his jacket growing smaller as he left me alone gasping against the side of the building.

Tears sprung to my eyes over his insult of being innocent, wanting to follow him and prove in every single way how wrong he was, hating him for even thinking it. But I was paralysed, sliding down the wall into a crouch, wondering what the fuck that was and if it actually just happened.

Stupid

That’s what this was, pure idiocy. I fumed with anger towards Eddie’s juvenile opinion of me, and hated Trevor even more for probably being the reason behind it.

I wanted to punish them both, get back at them in a way that would at least match, if not top, the anguish and hurt I was feeling.

Trashing their beloved Hellfire room was the best thing I could think off, though that might have been taking things too far and definitely wasn’t going to help my immature image. My false confidence spurred on by misplaced frustration, faltered as I stood beside the wooden table top in the drama room, tracing my fingers along the edge as I made my way to the throne at the end of it.

I clasped the backing of it, pretending that it was his shoulders I was holding as I pictured myself standing by his side while he was in his element. Imagining how good I would look perched on his lap while he mounted his throne. He could shotgun me again, have his way with me and do whatever he wanted to me on this table.

I twisted my fingers in anger, wishing to high heaven that Eddie could see me for what I actually was, torturing myself as I fantasised about Trevor being okay with the idea of the two of us, and that he wouldn’t stand in our way.

I snorted mockingly at myself as I let my hand drop, shaking my head because all of that didn’t matter unless Eddie liked me back, and he definitely didn’t.

Whatever happened between us this afternoon didn’t wipe away the past ten years of him treating me like an extension of Trevor, just an extra sibling to pick on when he wasn’t rising to Eddie’s teasing.

I pulled my bag tighter against my shoulders as I headed for the door, but I froze as loud bangs and shouts of boyish laughter echoed down the hallway.

Shit.

They were early, and even though I’d left the room exactly as I’d found it, Trevor would dip it if he found me in here. ‘Ruining his safe space and invading his territory’ as he’d called it.

I backed off, my head swinging wildly as I glanced around for some form of escape. It was too late, their heavy footsteps thundered towards the door as I dived under the table, my skirt brushing my sneakers as I huddled on my knees to the middle off it, praying that I was hidden.

My stomach shrunk as my name fell from my brothers lips, shaking as I waited for him to expose my position and embarrass me in front of their entire club. But it was followed by a laugh and the sound of flesh smacking flesh. A familiar pair of glasses tumbled to the floor and I had to bite back a whimper as Sean’s arm shot down to grab them, mere feet from where I was crouched.

“Yeah she’s my sister, she told us about you and I figured we needed some new players.” I could practically hear his chest puffing out as he tried to impress that he was important. Six chairs scraped against the floor as they pulled back and the knees of Eddie’s club scooted in closer to me, pressing in on all sides as I stopped breathing.

Laughter filled the small room and the the table top shivered as someone slammed their hands down on it, sending specks of dirt and dust to flutter onto my hair. Sweat built up between my thighs pressed against my calves as the panic set in, the boys were reaching into their bags, pulling out game equipment as they set up for one of their campaigns.

I was going to be here for hours.

The main door swung open again, and I watched the beaten, once white, Reebok sneakers make their way towards the end of the table where I sat. The largest chair that Eddie deemed as his “throne”, scraped back louder than the others as he folded himself into it. My face blazed hot as he man spread, widening his knees until his crotch, level with my face, was agonisingly obvious like it had its own beacon.

I wanted to slap myself for the perverted thoughts that filled my mind, that made my panties dampen between my thighs and my arms shake.

Fucking Jesus

Eddie rolled his hips towards me as he readjusted himself, his ring clad hand resting lighting on his knee as his finger traced slight circles along the fabric. My brother voice shot out on my left, reminding me where I was as I learned away from someone’s outstretched leg.

“Where were you?”

“Just seshing.” If I hadn’t of known him so well, I would have missed the slight grin in his tone, like he knew a secret the rest of them didn’t. My eyes travelled over his shaking knee as his hand flexed, wondering if he was talking about me. I’d come straight here after he’d left me outside of the gym, surely he had aswell?

“Anyone hot?” Gross

“Smoking. But not your type.” Eddie’s hand splayed against his thigh, running up the length of it as my middle clenched at the sight and his words sent my mind blank.

“Looks like everyone’s loved up Eds. Even little Sean here has a thing for my sister.” I wanted to punch Trevor, maybe kick him hard under the table under the pretence of someone else, except then someone might look under the table and I couldn’t imagine a worse situation to be caught in.

Eddie’s knuckles turned white as his hand clenched into a first, he voice was loaded with so much threat I was surprised that Sean didn’t run from the room.

“We already discussed this.” He tsked, his shirt riding up his stomach a little as he leant forward over the table.

“She’s too innocent to have a boyfriend.” His voice was low and thick, and the loud bout of laughter it earned from the table made my dig my nails into my palm, hating him more than ever in that moment.

Trevors laughed lasted the longest, brushing off Eddie’s threat as over bearing brotherly love as he pulled out the set up for their game and began.

Enough was enough.

Time to show Eddie how innocent I actually was.

As the entire table erupted in a vicarious debate over their campaign, and Eddie’s voice rang out louder than any of them, I crawled across the floor, leaning forward on my hands and shuffling on my knees as I avoided the mass of sneakers and made my way between Eddie’s legs.

He was still hunched over, blocking the light from shining down on me as I flattened myself on my thighs, my middle pressing against the cold floor as I straddled nothing.

I waited for another loud stream of laughter and raucous banging on the table to press my hands against Eddie’s knees.

He jolted and shot back in his chair from my touch, his little breath of Fuck was drowned out by someone yelling out over being attacked in the game.

His eyes met mine in disbelief as his brows knotted and he gave his head a little shake, I traced my nails across his jeans, moving up his thighs as he ran his tongue across his lips, his dark eyes becoming heavily lidded as they glanced around the table.

A burning within me trickled out across my skin as I explored more of Eddie, running my hands across his lap as I watched his bulge start to strain against his tight jeans, dancing under the hem of his shirt until my fingers brushed his cool belt buckle.

“Eddie!” His eyes tore away from mine as I pulled at his belt, pulling it through the metal clasp, marvelling that he wasn’t stopping me. He was powerless under my touch now, I was going to make him pay for what he’d said, and if he snitched on me now he would be as incriminated as I was. I grinned as I slipped the leather free of his pants.

“Huh? Oh, you’re faced with a fork in the trail, to your left is a darkened path, scarcely lit with a green glow at the end. To your right lays a steep climb with a golden slight blazing at the top. Which do you choose?”

Eddie’s hands shot down to slap mine out of the way, quickly ripping his zipper down to allow me faster access, his free hand moved to twist into my hair as he glanced down with a smirk on his face, gently guiding me towards his crotch as his club cried out in misery that they’d chosen the wrong path.

His tight hold against my head sent a thrill of warm honey down my spine, tingling deep in my pussy as I leant forward, running my tongue along my lips with a smile as I pulled him free from his jeans.

His pretty cock fell over the dark fabric, filling the space between us as I reached for it eagerly. Finally, after years of obsession and fantasies, I finally had thick length red and hard in my hand, twitching as it waited for me. My mouth salivated at the thought as Eddie’s hand pushed harder against the back of my head, begging for me.

It was all the prompting I needed as I leant forward on my knees, my round eyes staring up at his jaw line though my thick lashes, his flaring stare met mine as he chanced a quick look down, his cheeks reddening as he watched me wrap my hand around his base.

He shuddered a little beneath my touch, a drop of liquid trickled from the tip of his dick, and I caught it with my finger to bring to my lips curiously, I let it drop onto the tip of my tongue, the salty taste surprising me. I smirked and looked up to find Eddies eyes trained on my face, watching me warily. A sudden urge came over me, I leant further on my knees, needing to touch more of him, my head brushed hard against the underneath of tabletop, cringing as someone banged on it again. Eddie leant forward to hide me from view as I pressed soft kisses to his v-line, next to his dick, nibbling lightly at the skin as he gasped and jolted in my grip. Looking up at him I let the wetness from my mouth dribble onto his crotch, the liquid flowing down my arm as I stroked him back and forth, never leaving his gaze I slowly brought my lips to his tip. Listening to his uneven breath I let it slide back and forth across my bottom lip before I slid his entire length down my throat.

Eddie’s first clenched above the table as he raised his voice, trying to down out the stifled gags and wet squelches his cock was fucking into my throat.

“I- uh… you’re all down to fourteen hit points, what do you do?” His voice was thick with resistance as I wrapped my lips around his base and slowly dragged up, digging my nails into his knees.

His stare sent a blazing heat through me, the half fucked out look on his face as he glanced down like he couldn’t believe it, it filled me with the surety that I could do this. Splaying my free hand across his abdomen, trailing my sharp fingers across his skin softly, I began stroking him at a constant pace, quickly wrapping my lips around his dick once more and matching the strokes, gagging every once in a while when there was a yell or laugh loud enough to cover it. I shoved my head down until I reached the base where a light brown tuft of pubic hair tickled my forehead, with each bob of my head I swirled my tongue around him, feeling the ridges of the pulsing veins of his cock. His hands knotted themselves in my hair, sending throbs of pleasure throughout my frame, a pooling wetness gathering in my panties. My free hand moved under my skirt, slipping under my thin lacy material to rub fast and rough circles over my clit, picturing it was Eddie’s ring clad fingers as I stared up at his neck, his head thrown back as I listened to the dice roll across the table top and the entire group break into winning cheers. We both took advantage over the thundering, deafening cheers of success as Eddie fucked my face and my own fingers spurned my towards my hot release, as I felt him falter and curl over the table again, I pulled him free from my mouth, replacing it with my hand as I jerked him in long, hard strokes and hung my head back, my tongue pressing against my chin as I waited.

His muted gasps and moans were overpowered by the others congratulations at each other for their defeat, he untangled his hand from my hair as he wrapped his long fingers around my throat, tilting my head back as I took the tip of him into my warm mouth, his salty cum washed over my tongue as more than I thought was possible, shot across my face, streaks of it painted my cheeks and warmed my skin as it dropped across my chin.

Heat flowed between us as his chest heaved and he wiped the corner of my mouth, pressing his thumb into it until my eyes rolled back and the taste of him was dripping down the back of my throat, he brought his hand to his face and sucked on his thumb infront of everyone above us, licking the mixture of his cum and my spit clean from it as he watched me under the table.

“You know what Sean, if you want to date Trevor’s sister, be our guest. Maybe she isn’t as innocent as I thought.”

Eddie glanced down at me through heavy lashes as his face flushed in a fucked out expression, staring at me like he was finally seeing me for the very first time.

Part Two

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tteokdoroki · 2 years

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best friend’s brother trope works for kageyama i think

i mean like, being best friends with his older sister…you’d watched him grow up, never thought much of him before. tobio used to be a little weird, seriously quiet and hyper fixated on volleyball, you’d sent your congratulations along with his sister, miwa, when he qualified for the Japan nationals team and went to Rio one summer of college. but to you he was still little tobio who stared you down whenever you entered a room and would avoid you like the plague.

so when yourself and miwa return in to your home town to celebrate your graduations you don’t expect kageyama to be so tall and broad and thick— the fabric of his shirt just barely covering the bulk of him, sweat dripping down his brow as if he’s just finished a work out. he is NOT the little brother you remember. this is a big…brother.

“what the fuck happened to tobio?” you’d laugh to miwa when you get home from clubbing as round one of your celebrations— going from talking about your shitty sex life to her younger brother as if it were normal.

neither of you know he’s listening when the elder kageyama teases you for being so flustered about his appearance. “volleyball made him big…i guess? his new team has tobio on some crazy fucking diet. he’s huge now.”

and huge, kageyama is.

you come to discover that when the volleyball player corners you in the kitchen in the middle of your late night conquest for milk. the curve of his cock slides against your ass through his sweats and your night shirt— he’s massive, and weighty and your cunt is already drooling from the thought of him. “how convenient is it that i’ve caught you ass up in the air when you’ve been talking about how dry your dick spell’s been, tonight?” kags’ words are so full of lust he almost cant catch them as they drip off his tongue. “i’ve always thought ‘bout this… yanno,”

your ass fits into tobio’s hands perfectly, slender and rough fingers spreading you so wide you’re forced to clench around nothing— and you thank the stars that you’ve ended up in this position while trying to grab a glass. you’re shaped to lay over the counter as the dark haired athlete grinds into you from behind, panting hotly into your ear about how you’ve been teasing him all these years, about how embarrassing it was to pop boners whenever his sister’s best friend came around, and about how long he spent with his dick in his fist ( even now ) jerking it off to the thought of your pretty little pussy— now just separated from his stiffy by thin layers of fabric.

“you want me? i’ve always fucking wanted you.” tobio tells you through a rasp, smirking when you nod so fast, slowly inching your night shirt up and groaning heartily when you’re not wearing anything underneath. had you always been like that? bare and ripe for the taking whenever you slept over for his sister in previous years. “god…fuck.” he has to remember to keep his cursing quiet but it’s hard when he can smell how wet you are, let alone see it in the way your folds glisten and stick together. “c’mon…need a verbal answer.” it stings when kageyama’s practiced hand slaps down on the meat of your ass, but you’re still so good in nodding and mumbling a small yes. “atta girl.”

sinking into you for the first time feels so much better than any serve or set kageyama could have ever given in his entire life. you’re so warm and syrupy, juices running down his shaft even though he’s only half the way inside you. it feels so good to let go of his controlled routines, finally being able to fuck the girl of his dreams in his childhood home. you’re like a forbidden fruit in tobio’s personal garden of eve and his stormy eyes only cloud over even more when he takes a bite.

you’re his sister’s best friend, practically off limits…but neither yourself or tobio can seem to care when he’s balls deep in your clenching cunt and those very same balls are battering your clit until she’s swollen and tingling with pleasure. kageyama’s in heaven— your ass bounces back on him like a ball across the court and leaves his pelvis and lower abdomen in ruins— shining from where your arousal smears across them with every thrust deeper into your heat, churning up your insides.

kageyama can’t help but become fixated, smacking down harder and harder onto the sweet peachy globes of your ass until your skin is raw and you have to shove your own fingers into your mouth to keep your whines and mewls down as you cry. and hard. hushing your own begs “oh please oh pleash…ohmplwase!” because god forbid your childhood best friend walking in on you getting raw dogged by her little brother, your pussy frothing thick cream at the base of tobio’s dick as he stretches you on it— a mix of your arousals wasted by slinging onto the floor.

neither of you know who miwa will kill first, but what you do know is that this won’t be the last time you’re fucked a drooling mess within an inch of your life against the kitchen counter by tobio kageyama. he makes a promise of that but breeding your up till your folds are seeping with white and he has to pull out of you to see his cum dribble down your thighs.

“keep this pussy empty till i’m back after this season. dreamed about her far too long for it to be used by someone else.” kageyama groans through kisses under the shell of your ear. “this pussy is miwa’s lil brother’s now.”

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michelle-is-writing · 2 years

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Bam’s Big Sister, Johnny Knoxville

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It wasn’t unusual for Bam to bring his friends over for dinner; in fact, mom’s gotten used to it and knows to always make extra. Usually, it’s Dunn coming over which then evolves into him and Bam causing hell for the rest of the night. A lot of the time, I’m laughing along with them as they do stupid shit, but when they decide to fuck with me at three in the morning, it usually backfires on them. Although I think they learned after the last time; it took a while for the burns caused by my curling iron to heal on the side of my little brother’s head.

“Hey, Bam,” I greet my brother as he walks into the living room, skateboard in hand. Meanwhile, I remain sitting on the couch, my feet propped up on the ottoman in front of me as I try to destress from work. Today was rough; sometimes, I wonder why I even continue working the job. It’s only temporary while I’m in college, but I’m not sure how long I can keep it up.

“Hey, sis,” he greets, his eyebrows furrowing as he focuses on me. “You look like hell. Are you okay?” Bam asks, causing me to flip him off with a laugh.

“Fuck you, I don’t look like hell,” I tell him before sitting up straight with my feet on the ground. “I’m okay, I just had a bad day at work,” I explain, sighing afterward. “Bam, I don’t how much longer I can do it. They overwork me, treat me like shit. I think I’ve had enough.”

“I don’t know why you even do it in the first place, (Y/n),” He comments, plopping down next to me. “I know you like to have spending money, but I got you covered!”

“Bam, you are my little brother; I’m not going to ask you for money,” I point out, leaning my elbows against my knee.

“But, you can though,” Bam says, poking my knee with each word. “Not only are the guys and I doing great with our videos, but we even have a major deal coming up!” He exclaims, making me look at him with curiosity. He hasn’t told me about any major deal lately. “Actually, that’s what I was gonna tell you when I came in here. Dunn’s coming over tonight and this new guy we just met from Big Brother. His name is Johnny, and don’t kick his ass if he messes with you. I don't want to lose this deal.”

With that, Bam punches me in the shoulder before standing and running out of the room, only for my shoe to him in the back of the head right as he hits the doorway. “Asshole,” I mutter, shaking my head with a smile. Being four years older than him, I didn’t think we’d be as close as we are, but he’s my little brother, and I can’t help but love the jackass.

After showering and getting some comfortable clothes on, I hang out in the living room for a while before a knock sounds at the front door. Standing up from the couch, I lower the volume on the stereo before heading to the door and opening it. The man standing behind it causes me to freeze, any words in my mouth suddenly gone.

Despite beginning to say something, he grows silent as well, a few seconds passing before he smiles at me. “Hi,” he says, almost lost for words.

Regaining my movement, I smile back at him. “Hi,” I great back, a nervous giggle leaving my lips. I have no clue as to what came over me. “You must be here for Bam.”

“Uh, yeah, actually, I am,” He answers me, nodding. “And you’re his sister…hopefully?” He guesses, making me laugh. As soon as he sees me do this, his smile grows less nervous.

“Yes, I’m (Y/n),” I explain, trying to keep my eyes on his face rather than his arms currently being accentuated by his white t-shirt. It should be illegal to wear such a tight shirt. “And you must be-“

“Johnny, come on in!” I hear Bam’s voice behind me, causing me to turn and see him with Dunn standing beside him. When did he get here? “Johnny, this is my friend, Ryan Dunn. And this,” Bam slaps a hand on my shoulder, “is my asshole-sister (Y/n).”

Before Bam can say anymore, I throw my fist down and punch him in the junk, causing him to hunch over with a huge ‘humph’ leaving his mouth. Immediately, Johnny laughs while Dunn tries to help Bam, despite quiet laughter leaving his lips as well. “I already like her,” Johnny states, stepping into our house so I can close our front door.

With him now standing beside me, I can’t help but look up at him with a happy smile taking over my lips. I feel as if the crappy day I had at work earlier doesn’t even matter now. This feeling only intensifies as Johnny turns his head over to me, his lips forming a smile that could mimic mine. You know, I already like him too.

After Bam introduces Johnny to our parents, mom quickly sets the table for everyone. During dinner, Bam and Dunn share stories with Johnny and vice versa. Everyone at the table can’t stop laughing, all with the exception of Mom’s shocked face as Bam tells crazy stories she has yet to hear. Although, throughout the dinner, Johnny’s eyes kept finding mine, and after we were finished, we finally had the opportunity to talk.

"When my brother said 'asshole-sister,' he really meant older sister," I explain to Johnny as he smiles at me. Still sitting at the table, Johnny and I sit beside each other while Bam and Dunn sit across from us, too busy messing with each other to even look over and see their new cast mate currently talking to me. "I'm only an asshole to him."

A chuckle leaves his lips as he looks between me and my little brother. "I think he deserves it though, right?" He asks, making me chuckle as well.

Nodding, I look over at Bam with Johnny. "Well-deserved," I remark, "especially when he tries to involve me in his skits- God, it is so annoying when he breaks into my room and starts his shit."

Johnny laughs as I complain about my brother, knowing what I say is true. My brother's videos have been shared many times, and with Johnny and him now being crew-mates through Big Brother, I'm sure he has seen a lot of them.

"Don't worry, darling," Johnny murmurs to me before shifting in his seat to fully face me. He wears a confident smile on his lips despite being a bit lower than before. "I'll happily get your brother back for you."

A confident smirk makes its way onto my lips to match his as I hold my hand out to him. "Promise?" I ask him, earning a nod back as Johnny takes my hand in his. His hands are a little rough, granted after he and Bam discussed all the stunts Johnny has done over the years, I can see why. However, his touch is gentle and warm, and as his hand grips mine, I feel my heart almost skip a beat.

"Promise," Johnny repeats the word I just said to him with a certain confidence that makes me laugh. I can only imagine what he and my brother might get into with their various stunts and pranks, but I know he will definitely get my brother at one point or another.

"I'll hold you to that, Mister Knoxville," I tell him, watching his eyes almost haze over at my teasing voice saying his name. The sight makes me silently laugh to myself as I lean back into my dining chair, my eyes now cast upon my parents' old chandelier as I try to calm my racing heart down. I already know this is going to be fun.

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Arkhelios Adventures

Remy stared in her brother's direction, trying to make him do something fun by sheer force of will. All Adam did all day was mope and read, and sharing a room with him was beginning to grate on her nerves.

Adam moved, and Remy had a brief moment of hope where she though he might do something interesting. She was immediately let down however, when he simply grabbed a school book and started to read. Remy had thought sharing a room with him briefly as a kid had been rough, but she was wrong. Her younger twin brother had the exciting life of a shriveled up old warlock whose main excitement in life was the daily crossword puzzle. Clearly Theo had been a large part of Adam's adventurous side and if he didn't come back to make her brother fun again, she had the feeling that Adam would forever be as dull as he was now.

"A book? Why are you doing schoolwork? It's after hours and you could be doing anything! Literally, anything. Why don't you watch a movie or whatever you think is fun? Teenagers have fun, boring ass adults do schoolwork after class. You're only young once, Adam and you're blowing it."

"I don't know, it's hard to say what's fun these days. Theo liked watching movies with me. The really scary ones so he'd have to hold me when we watched them. Everything I could do, I did it with him first. Reading about magic might be the only way I can see him again. If I want to, that is."

"That's it! I can't take any more of this. You stay here and die of old age, while you figure out if you still love your boyfriend. I'm going to have fun. At least one of us should."

Remy cast a quick spell to freshen her makeup and hair, daring her brother to say something. Anything.

"Where are you going? You know you're not supposed to leave the school grounds," Adam cautioned. "Dad will be pissed if he finds out."

"No, he won't. He'll never catch me and if he ever did, I could just blame your constant moping making me insane. Seriously, if you went downstairs to even have a game of chess with a stranger, Dad would probably throw a party of his own."

"He would not," Adam grumbled defensively. "I'm not that bad."

"Yeah, you are," Remy confirmed, looking at her phone. "Don't worry, I have some fun planned for you despite your aversion to anything interesting. You can't just stay in here mourning Theo forever."

"Oh god, what have you done now, Remy?" Adam groaned. "I don't need your idea of fun. That usually leads to hangovers and possible academic suspension."

"You'll see," she teased, putting on a revealing dress in an instant and rechecking her hair. "I got your boy crush's phone number, why don't you try entering it on your new phone? Oh wait, I already did while you stared at the wall all day."

"Boy crush?" Adam repeated. "I don't have any crush, you're being deluded again."

"I've seen the way that you look at Josh from Crystal Cove," Remy laughed. "Oh, Josh, help me find this rare crystal. Josh, do you want to help me study? My boyfriend just can't answer questions like you can. Let's have little crystal babies together."

Remy made an obnoxious kissing noise and Adam whipped a pillow at her.

"That's not true!" he shouted. "Josh and I are just friends. He's dating someone from Arkhelios!"

"Just like you, see this is working out," Remy replied. "You have so much in common. I told him that you wanted to spend some alone time to talk about rocks and he was into it. Dad might not have told you, but he called the coven nearly every day after you got hurt. He likes you."

"Remy! You didn't!"

Adam's mind reeled as he thought of the damage Remy had done. Josh was an attractive, powerful warlock who Adam looked up to. He was a couple years older than Adam and currently had a boyfriend in college, Melvin Jr Hydes. Josh and Melvin always seemed so happy together, just like he and Theo used to be and the thought of Josh thinking that Adam wouldn't respect that relationship was horrible.

It wasn't like Remy was too off base though, if Adam was honest with himself. Josh was the great-nephew of the king of Strangetown and was named after Master Toyonaga, someone he had always longed to have as a teacher. In an alternate world, Adam would learn under Master Toyonaga and continue to pursue crystal magic as a major. The fact that Josh would also be there was just a bonus.

Josh didn't make Adam feel like he did when he was with Theo, but Adam could still feel his heart race when Josh helped him with a project. The fact that Remy had picked up on this fact was dangerous. If she knew about his silly crush, how obvious was it to everyone else? Did Josh know? Did Theo?

"Hey, Adam. I was just wondering if you wanted to do something together? Your sister said you might want to hang out?"

Adam's heart froze in his chest when he saw Simon Toyonaga appear in their doorway, looking optimistic. From the way his sister was beaming, Adam assumed that this visit was also her idea. Had she invited every member of the Toyonaga family in their age group to cheer him up?

"Remy!" Adam hissed, unsure if he was more angry or terrified by his sister's meddling. How on earth was she doing all of this?

"Oh, hi, Simon," Remy said sweetly. "Good timing. I was just going out and Adam could use some company. His boyfriend is still missing and he's feeling so hurt by him. Maybe you could cheer him up."

"Yeah, I can try," Simon said eagerly. "What do you want to do?"

Behind Simon's back, Remy was making obscene gestures with her hands, giving her brother suggestions for what they could do in her absence.

"Remy! Uh, yeah, I guess we could go for a walk or something," Adam said politely. It wasn't Simon's fault that Remy was out of control.

Simon was cute, and even Adam could figure out that Simon had a crush on him. Theo had always acted like he was oblivious to this fact if he did know. Unlike his father, there weren't several family stories about Theo going mad with jealousy and taking his anger out on people who simply looked at his partner. Roman was always the parent who made Adam nervous when he was at Theo's house because he was so predictably unpredictable. There was no way that Adam could picture Theo dumping Simon into a section of the Void because Adam thought he was attractive. No matter how Theo eventually returned to him, Adam knew that Simon would be safe if Remy tried to convince Theo that something had happened while he was gone.

But i thought that he would never hurt me. Maybe the Theo I thought I knew never really existed.

"It's nice out here," Simon commented.

After forcing Remy to go to her party or whatever she had planned so that she'd leave him alone, Adam and Simon had walked in near silence down to the outdoor balconies. Simon watched Adam in case he wobbled or needed assistance, but it wasn't needed. The majority of his physical wounds had healed, though Adam supposed that people couldn't have known that if they never saw him out in public.

"I never really come out here at night," Simon continued awkwardly. "It's peaceful."

"Theo and I always sat out here. You can see a lot of cool birds and there's a pretty good view of some of the royal residences."

"So, uh, do you know when Theo will be back in school?" Simon asked carefully. "Is he coming back? I've heard a lot of conflicting things."

"He'll be back," Adam promised. "Evren might burn down the school if he doesn't. All the adults talk in hushed whispers when Theo's mentioned, so I'd imagine that something is happening. Maybe he'll come back early."

"So you are still dating him? Remy made it sound like-"

"Remy doesn't know what she's talking about," Adam said quickly. "I don't know how I'll feel when I see him again, but I owe it to him to not break up with him while he's not here to know that we're done. Remy means well, but sometimes she goes too far."

"That's admirable," Simon replied. "Theo's lucky to have you...that is if you decide to stay together. Relationships aren't easy."

"No, they're not," Adam agreed. "I learned that the hard way."

"So what are you up to lately?" Simon asked, redirecting their conversation away from the topic of Theo. "You miss a lot of class, are you having trouble keeping up? I can always try to help, though my grades have never been as good as yours. Do you have any hobbies?"

Adam paused, trying to think of a response.

"No, not really. I haven't been doing much of anything lately. It's too hard to focus on anything but Theo...and everything that happened."

"You like crystals, though, don't you?" Simon pressed. "You made Theo that ring he's always showing off and I remember your year-end project from last year. It was the prototype for a new wand, right? Did you ever get that to work?"

Adam frowned, unsure of the answer to that question.

"I don't know, I dropped it after I could use the Maricourt wand," he replied. "To be honest, I've kinda forgotten about it. My dad gets upset if I don't show off the Maricourt wand in class."

"Well, what would you rather wield? I like my trusty carved wand personally. I don't think I'll ever use the Maricourt wand after I can summon it. It's bulky and too much of a hassle."

"Yeah, I've never really thought about it," Adam said. "It's just what my dad told me to do. It's tradition. It's how you prove yourself to the coven." He paused. "Now that you mention it, the Maricourt wand is bulky and hard to maneuver. I smacked myself in the head a few times when i first tried to cast a proper spell with it."

"You worry too much about what adults think," Simon declared, staring up at the night sky. "Forget about Theo for now and focus on yourself. I mean, that's what he's doing, isn't he? He's finding out who he is and how to be that person going forward and you're just crying about him. I'm not trying to be mean, Adam, but you should use this time to grow in your own power. Try something new. Take a risk."

Adam thought carefully about this advice. Sure, Remy and his father had told him basically the same thing, but it felt different coming from an outsider to their family. Maybe he really was missing a silver lining with Theo's absence. When Theo came back, did he really want to see his boyfriend miserable and barely leaving his dorm room? Adam's body and magical skill had been transformed and he wasn't even experimenting with his abilities or how they could interact with the power of crystals. Why did he use the Maricourt wand in class when he could barely feel the difference in magical power when he used it? His magic had always felt amplified when channeled through a crystal prism. Whenever he searched for his limited connection to Theo, a crystal wand always made him easier to find. His feelings for Theo always seemed to be perfectly in tune with a crystal, vibrating together with perfect clarity.

"You're right," Adam said slowly, a powerful thought beginning to crystalize in his mind. "No one is going to bring Theo back here or let me talk to him. If I want to get closure, I need to find Theo myself."

"I'm not sure that was my point exactly," Simon replied. "You should find out about yourself and then when you're ready-"

"I can feel him faintly. If I could get a wand that would amplify that, I might be able to talk to him. I could take charge of this situation and fix all of this."

For the first time in months, the tightness in Adam's chest began to ease. Why was he sitting around waiting for someone else to bring Theo back to him? He had all the tools he needed to try to fix this. He was so preoccupied with all the changes that had happened to him, that he'd forgotten all the things that had stayed the same. He was connected to Theo magically, which not only gave him a clue to find Theo, but also borrowed some of Theo's insane power for himself. He was a Maricourt and a Darktide and he could do whatever he put his mind to.

"You're right, Simon!" Adam exclaimed, feeling hope trickle back into his heart for the first time in months. "I know just who to help me find Theo."

"Please don't tell your sister that this was my idea," Simon whimpered. As much as he liked Adam, he was rightfully frightened of Remy, Bronwen and Elowen. If they thought that he had influenced their brother into something rash and dangerous, Simon was doomed.

Adam summoned one of his practice wands for dueling class and immediately waved it in a basic summoning spell. Using a practice wand dulled the spell's power so that the target wouldn't be summoned against their will. They could choose to ignore the summons if it was inconvenient for them. The last thing Adam wanted was to summon his guest if he was getting ready for bed.

"Adam? So are you are alive! I was starting to have my doubts."

A glowing figure emerged from nothingness before the two boys' eyes. Adam beamed seeing his visitor, consciously trying not to look too excited.

"Josh! Remy mentioned that you were looking to talk with me," Adam said, brushing his hair slightly so less of his scar was visible. "Simon and I were just talking, and I may have a project for us. I need to talk to Theo and there's no traditional way of finding him. From what my dad says, he's in a place we can't even summon him. His dad already tried and it's like wherever he is has some kind of shielding. I can barely feel my connection to him, but with the right crystal, I might be able to enhance it. So I was thinking-"

"Slow down, Adam, I haven't seen you in months and you're talking a mile a minute about a crystal? How are you? What happened? Your dad gave me your new phone number and you've been ghosting me. I texted you. Are you doing any better?"

Adam froze, the weight of his memories steamrolling over the limited confidence he'd felt.

"I'm fine," he said shortly. "I can walk like normal now, and I've gone back to regular classes. I'm fine."

Josh nodded, realizing that he'd pushed too hard in his excitement to hear from his friend. If he wanted to help Adam, he would have to slow things down.

"I'm glad to hear that. You can catch me up to date while we're working on this project of yours."

Adam's face brightened once more. As long as he didn't have to think about what had happened, he could maybe start to see a path forward.

"I need a new wand," he explained. "I was hoping that you or Master Toyonaga could help me make that wand I was working on before. If I can get the right wand, I might be able to talk to Theo. All I need is some help."

"And I can help you," Josh replied. "I made my own wand last year. Just about everyone in the coven has at least one wand that they've made themselves. It's surprisingly easy with the right crystals."

"I knew I could count on you."

Adam beamed with a new excitement now that he had a tangible plan in front of him. Finally, something in his life that he could control. Josh was going to help him find Theo and then things would finally change. He'd know just how he felt about both his boyfriend and his future once he could make a stronger wand.

"Well, I think we could start with coffee first before we jump right into magic," Josh laughed. "I get that you don't want to talk about certain things, but it's been forever since we hung out. Crystals resonate stronger when you are honest about your feelings and intentions, so let me help focus your magic. Does the coffee machine in the kitchen still work or did Travis break it again?"

"Travis broke the coffee machine?" Adam repeated. "I don't think he did, but-"

"It was about a month ago," Simon said. "He was testing whether he could brew coffee with the attributes of a potion he was working on. The kitchen was a disaster and the new machine only came in last week. There were a lot of pissed off people in the mornings."

"Really? I don't remember that."

"Because you haven't been outside your bedroom in ages," Josh replied. "The world kept turning despite Theo being gone. This is what I'm saying, let's get you back into society and when you're back, your magic will take care of itself. You know crystals are stronger when they're surrounded by others in tune with you."

"Yeah, I know. That makes sense." Adam paused, trying to summon the courage to move forward when the past was still so overwhelming. Crystals did need clarity and focus and if he wanted to find Theo and find himself again, Josh's suggestion made sense.

"Okay, one cup of coffee. But that's it."

#sims 2 #arkhelios #arkhelios adventures #adam darktide #simon toyonaga #remy maricourt

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full name: amelia lynn roberts age: 31 date of birth: april 07th, 1992 astrology: aries sun, gemini rising, libra moon place of birth: covinton, ga residential area: sterling lakes. gender: cis-female pronouns: she/her sexual orientation: bisexual occupation: defense attorney at perry mason law

bio.

Amelia Roberts was born on the side of the road in a rundown truck to two people who were not ready to be parents again. Second born and only girl, she was a spitfire from the beginning. She had to be in order to survive in her household. Her father, a drunk narcissistic asshole always brought his friends around which caused a lot of unnecessary trauma to the young girl. Her mouth was a defense mechanism that sparred her and got her into more trouble than it did help her. Her mother, a wine drinker, always told her that she wished she was never born. Life was not all rainbow and sunshine in the Weir household.

Her parents fought constantly and never did they fight in private. Amelia was always around when it happened and that was what she thought love was supposed to be like. Her older brother, by a few years, would often bring home a plethora of girls - and the occasional guy, but don’t tell their father - and he would act like a spitting image of their father. She loved her brother but she hated that he took after their parents. She was glad when her mother seemingly left them when Amelia was eight. At least she didn’t have to hear them fighting any longer.

As Amelia got older, she started running the streets and getting into trouble especially with the boy next door, Liam Granger. They both came from pretty tough backgrounds and they found solace within one another. With rooms facing each other, they came up with their own secret language when they needed the other one. Whether it to be going out of their homes in the middle of the night or if one needed to get away from their home; they were there for each other through it all. They had a very toxic relationship from the beginning but they were also the product of their own environment. They fought but they loved even harder.

When they got into high school, they dated off and on. They couldn’t decide whether they wanted or be together or not so they constantly got together to then break up. It wasn’t until their junior year where things started to get serious. There were talks of leaving this small town and as soon as graduation came, Amelia wanted to be gone. She wanted Liam to go with her and when he said no and told her to go, she did just that. He broke her heart but she was one to spite someone so she moved all the way to the Massachusetts where she got into Harvard law school. Even though she came from a tough background, she worked her ass off in school so she could make something for herself.

Law school was hard but she persevered and eventually got her Juris Degree. Then came the bar exam which she passed in the first go round. Eventually, she found herself working for Harding Mazzotti LLP as a first time lawyer. The work was rough and some days she didn’t think she could do it but then she thought about her home life and that she was determined to be something great. She didn’t get out of Covington just to become nothing.

Over the next few years, she continued her work at the firm and didn’t do much of anything afterwards. She stayed to herself and went on random dates but she was more focused on her work than anything. While her friends got married and had babies, she became the fun aunt. Her idea of marriage and love had been tainted from the start and she wasn’t about to let it get in her way again. Instead, she slept around but kept her head under lock and key.

On the eve of her 30th birthday, she got a call from a friend in Covington that told her that her brother had been arrested on some drug charges and they needed her. Even though she wasn’t ready to go home, she had to for him. She could only give legal advice but nothing more than that. After his bail was paid, she decided to stick around until she could find a lawyer to get his charges cleared. Thankfully, she found a good lawyer and his charges were dropped due to the cops not reading him his Miranda Rights and she was going to leave to go back home when he asked her to stay.

Reluctantly, she said yes and had movers pack up her apartment and deliver her stuff to a storage unit. She moved back home with her dad and brother where she tried so hard to escape from but your roots will always drag you down to the ground. Life felt like it had frozen in Covington and while she may have gotten out, nothing about the town had changed. Part of her knew that she didn’t belong in this town anymore but she quickly fell back into her old ways.

It was a couple weeks that she had been in town when she signed to be a member of the Georgia bar association. She got sworn in by the Superior Court and soon became a practicing lawyer. Soon, she got a job working at Perry Mason law firm and fit right in as one of their defense attorneys. It wasn’t an easy road due to her reputation in the town and who her family was but they gave her a chance and that was all that she needed to begin again.

While her being in town is bringing back all of her insecurities and memories, she feels more at home than she did in Massachusetts. It wasn’t an easy transition and it’s something that she still has to deal with everyday. She is trying to hard to be better than where she came from but she’s having a hard time fighting the demons that threatened to keep her there so many years ago.

#covingtonintro #introducing amelia roberts.

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Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)

Chapter Seven

Warnings: none (for now smiley)

Chapter Six | Chapter Eight

A casual date. The many places you have taken each other, the physical attention you give him, and both of you handling adulting; a casual, not expensive, date is nice.

Ice cream at the park water fountain. Nice!

"I will be gone on holiday for a week," You listened as he spoke to you while you both relaxed at a water fountain. Licking your ice cream almost distracts him! "My brother Marc is going to be house sitting for me this week." You hum as his eyes drift to your lips then back to your eyes, "Is he cute?" Steven blinks twice then you elbow him lightly in the arm, "I'm kidding, but could I meet him? You met my dad so– Unless that's moving too fast!"

Both of you are completely clueless to the rules of dating. Love birds blinded by each other. Something, something, Cupid's arrow.

Marc would've said no, he was still unsure about you even if you are nice.

"He would like that." Steven is beaming with joy. "He's a bit of arse until you get to know 'im.

Marc rolling his eyes in the mindscape, he just was being cautious and not instantly lovestruck!

"Bah, if he's anything like you, I'll impress him with my extensive knowledge on comics and useless information." Laughing at yourself.

"Don't know about the useless part. You are very informative."

You giggle and continue to eat your ice cream, sometimes a funny thing pops into your mind and you say it. Steven's fingers rubbing yours as you held hands.

"Would you love me if I was a worm?"

"I know that meme, (Name)." He had to look up so many references and memes to understand some of the things you said. Sure there is an age difference between you both, him being older than you. A few years difference, you always did prefer old dates. Maturity and all, Steven is the only one who doesn't have greys in his hair.

One time you dated an older woman who was old enough to be your mother (cougar from France! Met her at the New York museum, heh)… Mom was still trying to be open about the whole… Equality thing but that was a little too much for her to see you with an older person (she said it! No one her age!)

"But would you?"

Hah, mom, he isn't her age!

"Would you love me if I was a spider?"

You frown as you think about it, "Eh.." He snorts as you shiver thinking about it more, "F-for you I-I'll endure."

"That was painful to watch, love." Patting your back.

Being in the dating scene hasn't left you much time to hangout with your dad. Sure you check in with him during your time at his apartment but outside you have been caught up in your life! He doesn't blame you nor mention it, it's you who voices wanting to spend time with him. "I have a few days off and Steven is on holiday soooo," Your dad is cooking while you up the table.

"Hm," In a 'dad' way as he shuts off the stove, "Sunday."

"Sunday?"

"The restaurant needs an extra hand and I'm working all day."

When you were a kid, a lot of your father daughter time was spent with him at work. When he was only doing paperwork, you would play in his office on your portable game system (a gameboy and later on a DS). When you felt nosy you would sit on his lap watching him review reports (none you understood) or as you got older he would show you around the station. It was his way of connecting with you.

"Cool!"

You regret that word! Waking up at the crack ass end of dawn to be driven to the restaurant to start prep. "Dad, this is a diner." A Johnny Rocket level knockoff. He explains how it is not a restaurant while teaching you how to load a dishwasher and how to buser tables.

"My first job was a busser when I was old enough to work."

"Back when dinosaurs roamed the lands!? Wow, dad."

He flicked your forehead, "Don't get sassy." There is a crack of a smile on his face as he goes over the instructions again and gives you a spare uniform.

The morning shift is rough, if you see one more kid act like they have never been outside before you might throw them! Then you got the adults acting like they got no damn brainbells.

Afternoon is fairly tame with some people enjoying their lunch. Some coming from church, some from work, others just want a bite to eat. Still see some kids but with parents that taught them better. During the slow lunch hour, you take some diner kid's pack crayons and paper table mat-thingy (not going to bother recalling the name). Carefully sketching out the people around.

The atmosphere was perfect!

By dinner table you wanted to pass the fuck out!

After completing the shift dad had you cover, you rest in front of the diner counter you bus numerous times now. It's a diner and you will die on that hill!

"You've improved." Checking out the sketch you drew with crayons. Once you drew him when you were little, soon every birthday and Father's day gift was a drawing of him as a way to show him your artistic growth and how important he is to you. He still has the drawing you made of super dad when you started getting into super heroes. "The eyes are off on this one." Pointing at an old woman you drew in the background.

Normally you hate unnecessary criticism you didn't ask for but from dad it brings a smile to your face. He always encouraged your artistic talent, even asked a friend at the station who worked as the sketch artist.

"Your nose is off." Poking his nose.

"Years of dealing with punches gets you a crooked nose."

It's nice to be able to talk to him after so long. Physically talk to him face to face. Sure it doesn't erase the emotional damage but at least… You know he loves you still.

Sunday night you are hanging at the restaurant (a diner but dad said it's a restaurant) while your dad is in the kitchen. Your shift ended two hours ago and currently it almost one in the morning.

You are on your tablet reading the chapter your professor wants to review tomorrow. You yawn as you had to reread a page twice because of wording. Highlighting certain words or sentences with a drag of your finger.

It is the late night shift at this Johnny Rocket looking diner and you think it would be a ghost town or maybe two people in here, it is sort of busy. Lots of night owls. There was a big break up in the back a few hours ago.

"How do you like it?"

"Still say it's a diner, dad." You smile at the way he rolls his eyes, shaking his head, "You even got the drama too." Jerking a thumb towards the crying girl with her ex boyfriend by her side.

"Again?" He sounds exasperated by the sight. Must be a regular. "Anyway, want something to eat?"

"Burger and fries oh I mean a burger and chips."

"Silly kid." Going back to the kitchen leaving you to go back to reading at the diner counter. You groan as you slightly move the stool, tempted to spin around in pure boredom.

Back when you were young, dad tried to spend as much time with you as possible given his job. He sometimes would miss things but made sure to make it up to mom and you. It was rough and back then you didn't appreciate how often he wasn't around, older you are grateful for him trying.

"Haven't seen your doll-face around here," Spanish accent and sharp scent of cologne draws your attention from your thoughts to the man sitting next to you. He wore a flat cap and dressed like a man from another era. Definitely someone you would love to…

"Steven?" The face is similar save for the mustache.

He raised an eyebrow, chuckling softly, "Seems you met my hermano." He turns his body completely towards the counter, pulling out a cigarette from his unlabeled small pack, "Don't tell me he has you waiting here for him." Tapping it on the counter.

"No, my dad works here." Steven has two brothers? One who speaks Spanish?

"Hey, Lockley, the usual?" Dad wipes his hands with a small towel before putting it in his apron pouch.

"Si." Voice so smooth with an accent. So different from Steven's British cute movie level accent.

You looked between them, "You know him?"

"Yeah, he's regular here. Helps drive home people like," Nudging his head towards the couple that wasn't a couple but now a couple again in the back. "The few not creepy cab drivers."

"Eh." You made a face. He looks like he works for an old time mobster.

"Be nice. This man was almost your godfather."

Dad never talked about his days in the military. You weren't sure why nor did you ever push to know, dad to you was only a police officer dad who hated superheroes. Not a drill sergeant who knew Jake Lockley and Marc Spector. From what jokes they crack and the way your dad looks comfortable around the cabbie driver, it is as if they are old friends. Both slipping into Spanish at times when you know they are saying something neither wants you to know about.

What a name… Jake. Steven, Marc, Jake; sounds like they sell insurance. And you already thinking how Spector sounds like the Specter of Vengeance from your favorite comic book series.

You lean forward now realizing your eyes are closing.

"Can you drive her home?" Dad being dad after seeing you dozing off while reading, "Got to do some overtime cleaning tonight." Not to be funny but you never thought your dad would trust you around any man.

"Who are you and where's my dad?" Sleepy chuckling at the way he looks offended. "I just need coffee."

"Two espressos and coffee."

Jake whistles.

"You just don't make them strong, dad."

"Uh huh," The last coffee he slipped you was smooth Mexican coffee with more hot chocolate blend than coffee. A bit underhanded, but hey, your dad isn't going to have you crashing hard later. "Jake, make sure my kid goes inside the building." Can't believe he really is dad-power moving on you.

"Unbelievable…" You sigh.

#moon knight #reader insert #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #jake lockley #marc spector #steven grant #steven with a v #moon knight reader insert #moon knight fanfic #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you

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🏢I Wanna, I Wanna Stay ‘Til The End, Chapter 1 - But In The Morning, It Might Just Change

Pairing: Rain/Kuai Liang Length: 5483 Words Rating: Explicit 🔞 Warnings: Neighbours AU, Modern AU, Friends With Benefits, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Self-Esteem Issues, Medical Procedures, Grief/Mourning, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Past Cheating, Cockblocking, Eventual Smut, Is it slowburn if the sex is fast but the emotions are slow?, Minor Tanleena, Anxiety, NGL like 70% of this fic is me cockblocking Rain lol

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Notes: Once upon a time, Summer had a rarepair that made no sense to anyone but them and they went “fuck it” and decided to make it everyone else’s problem. Again, I wrote this back in like December as some weird self indulgence, because I literally kept daydreaming about it so started writing stuff down. I actually have chapter 2 mostly written out too but that’s gonna wait to be finished until after October so lmao. Fic will mostly be kinda light hearted, but both Rain and Kuai have pretty rough pasts and while I do not intend to explicitly write that past, they will think and talk about them eventually. I will put warnings in the chapter notes if any of those darker subjects do come up :) (Why Do I always go with modern au’s for my rarepairs, wtf is that all about?) Fic title is from “Heavenly” by Pale Waves and chapter 1’s title is from “Television Romance” by Pale Waves, because once again, I am clearly going through something here lol. There’s some very vague hints towards past domestic abuse in this chapter, as well as a direct reference to past infidelity.

Rain finished pouring his coffee, turning around to survey his new surroundings.

It wasn't the biggest apartment in the world, and it definitely wasn't the best looking, given the majority of his furniture was brought last minute from a thrift store. But it was all his. He had worked his ass off, saved up his money for the deposit, made sure he's be able to pay the rent and bills every month. He hadn't needed a penny from his father, unlike his brothers. He had done this on his own.

He was so proud of himself, even if no one else was.

If only mom could see me.

He shook his head. He hadn't even known his mother, she'd died when he was an infant. Yet he often wondered what his life would have been like had she lived. If he's not been forced to live with his dismissive father, Rain a symbol of his infidelity that needed to be swept under the rug.

He shook his head. That didn't matter any more. What mattered was the future and how now he's made such progress he wasn't going to let anything stop him.

First however, he needed to finish his coffee and then get to work. All of this wouldn't pay for itself after all.

He drank it as quickly as he could, did a quick double check to make sure he'd got everything and he hadn't accidentally left anything on. Satisfied he grabbed his keys and headed to the door. He locked up and went down the corridor. As he got to the stairwell, he headed to the elevator.

There was another man standing outside waiting for it to come, though even as Rain approached he didn't acknowledge him. As Rain stood next to him, he couldn't help but take a curious peak at him. He was asian, looked a little older than him but shorter by quite a few inches, short black hair, blue eyes and a trim beard. He had a large and striking scar on the one side of his face. He was wearing a blue jacket with a fluffy white fur trim.

The more he stared, the more he felt something stirring in him. This man was undeniably gorgeous and the more Rain observed him, the more details jumped out to him. Rain sure wouldn't mind having a man like that on his arm.

The man's eyes flicked over to him, and he looked quite startled. Rain couldn't blame him, he had been staring rather intently.

"Ah, good morning," he awkwardly greeted, hoping it would stem some of the creepiness.

"Good morning," the man returned, smiling and nodding his head slightly.

"So... Do you live here?" Rain realised how absolutely weird he was coming across. He wasn't normally this awkward when it came to people he found attractive, why was this man so different?

"Um. Yes?" The man said wearily, raising an eyebrow. Rain grimaced realising once again that could be quite an ominous seeming question. "Do you?"

"Yeah, I uh, just moved in over the weekend," Rain informed him, hoping maybe that would stem any potentially menacing vibes and make it seem more like he was anxious about meeting his new neighbours.

The man seemed to relax at this a bit, as he asked "ah, number 33?"

"That's right." Rain scratched the back of his head. "Guess you noticed the movers."

"I did." The man looked over his shoulder towards the corridor. "I'm in 34, so it was hard to not notice."

"34? So, you live in the apartment opposite then?" He asked, trying to not feel as giddy about a hot guy living across the way from him as he did. The man nodded. "I'm Ranjit, but everyone calls me Rain."

"Kuai Liang," was the reply he got, followed by him reaching his hand out. Rain took it and shook without question.

Seconds later, the elevator rang out and the doors opened. Rain gestured for Kuai to go first, seeing as he'd been waiting longer. He got an appreciative smile. Rain couldn't help but look down slightly as he followed behind. Kuai's trousers were fairly tight, and along with the rest of him, he had a really quite nice ass too. He made sure not to look too long however, nothing like introducing yourself to your neighbour and then completely alienating him by acting like a horny teenager.

Kuai clicked the button for the 1st floor, standing back as the door closed behind them. Rain got this far he might as well continue with the small talk.

"So, how long have you lived here?" Rain asked, leaning against the wall.

"About 3 years," Kuai stated, fiddling with the zipper of his jacket. "It's a nice enough place, no one really causes any problems."

"Good to know." It was a relief. Before this he'd lived with his friends, Mileena and Tanya, for years and to say they had troublesome neighbours was an understatement. "Do you live with anyone?" Rain couldn't see a ring on Kuai's fingers but that didn't mean he didn't have someone.

"No, no it's just me," he confirmed, shyly pushing a strand of hair behind his ear. "What about you?"

"Just me as well," Rain said with a grin. "First time living without room mates."

"That's nice," Kuai said softly but genuinely. "It's strange to get used to, but it's nice to just have your own space, y'know?" He stopped fiddling and just stared down for a minute. "A bit lonely, sometimes, but..."

Kuai never finished his sentenced, just stared down with a frown on his face. There was something odd about that, but Rain had a feeling whatever was causing such a wistful look was off limits, at least for now.

"Well, at least I have a nice neighbour to keep me company," he tried instead, trying not to laugh at the way Kuai's head snapped up.

He stammered slightly, a light blush coming over his cheeks. He finally settled on a small smile that somehow managed to make him look even shyer, and a whisper of "I guess you do, yes."

The elevator doors slid open, and Rain yet again let Kuai go first, trying to not let his eyes linger on that perfect ass too long. As they reached the front door, Kuai pushed it open, this time letting Rain go first.

"Well," Kuai sighed as he stepped out himself, letting the door lock behind him. "I'm off that way." Kuai pointed in the opposite direction from where Rain was going to have to go for work.

"Ah, well, this is where I'll have to leave you for now then," Rain tried to not sound too disappointed. "Hopefully I'll catch you later."

"Hopefully," Kuai agreed, "until then."

Both men turned away and went their separate ways. Rain couldn't help glancing over his shoulder, taking one last look at Kuai's ass as he walked away.

I have got to fuck him.

He sighed, looking straight and continuing his walk to work. If there was any time he wanted his life to devolve into a romantic comedy, it was right now.

"So, is everything to your liking?"

Kuai no longer had his coat on and could no longer play with the zipper, instead playing with the hem of his t-shirt instead. His eyes were fixed on Hanzo across the table as he read through Kuai's latest article.

He had no idea why this still made him nervous. He'd been doing this for years, he'd known Hanzo for years, both socially and professionally. The man had very rarely requested changes.

So why were his hands shaking so much?

"This all looks good, like always," Hanzo replied with a smile. "I'm sure my editors will do some nitpicking like always but there are no major re-writes needed." He put the papers down. "I'll have Ayame send the rest of your paycheck." Hanzo reached for his phone to call her.

Kuai let himself breathe again. Freelance magazine articles weren't really his main income, but the extra money between novels certainly didn't hurt. He didn't even really need to keep working or writing, he could probably live off the money he got from royalties, but he liked keeping himself busy.

"So, how are things?" Hanzo's voice cut through his thoughts and made him jump slightly. The other mans brow saw drawn together. "We didn't really get to talk last time you were here."

"Fine," Kuai tried, desperately trying to maintain eye contact so Hanzo might think he was telling the truth. Still the intensity with which Hanzo stared at him was a little too much. Hanzo was an intense person in general, and sometimes talking to him felt like being in a burning room, inhaling smoke and ash.

"Kuai Liang," Hanzo said quietly, his features softening but that fire was still burning away in his eyes. "I know you don't like to talk about these things, but if you're struggling-"

"It's not- I'm not struggling, not really." Kuai bit his lip, hard enough that he could feel it ache. "Things have been actually kind of okay lately. Anxiety aside." He bunched up the hem of his shirt, trying to find anything to keep himself distracted while he had this conversation. "I'm almost finished the first draft of my next book. Johnny is looking to turn another of my books into a film. I have this. Things are... things are good."

"You know your work isn't what I'm talking about." Kuai winced because yes, he did know that.

"I know," he said lowly, rubbing the back of his head slightly. "I really am okay though. Doctor says I may need another surgery but he's happy with how I've healed from the last one. I'm leaving the house more, I don't feel as trapped..." He paused desperately trying to think of something else that might provide evidence things were improving. His mind went back to that morning in the elevator and the man who seemed extremely eager to talk to him. "Oh! I have a new neighbour and I actually talked to him this morning!"

Hanzo blinked a few times, "you begun a conversation with a stranger?"

"I- Well," Kuai stuttered, before giving Hanzo a sheepish grin. "Technically he started the conversation." It was a start though, at least in Kuai's mind. There was a time where he'd have just completely ignored the conversation. Granted it would have been more out of fear for the consequences should a certain someone catch him, but that was a whole other barrel of issues. "He was a bit... awkward."

"No offence Kuai, but that's a bit rich coming from you," Hanzo teased, thankfully all that intense worry disappearing. It seemed Kuai had said enough to convince Hanzo he was okay.

"I'm not awkward, I'm anxious, it's two completely different issues," Kuai dismissed with a wave of his hand. "He seems nice though, so hopefully he won't be a problem neighbour."

"Well, if he ever does become a problem, I'll sort him out." The declaration wasn't an unusual one, but still caught Kuai off guard slightly.

"You sound like you're intending to beat the shit out of him," Kuai exclaimed with a snort.

"No," Hanzo said in a tone that indicated that's exactly what he was intending. "Well, only if I have to."

"You know when Bi-Han asked you to look after me, I'm pretty sure beating the shit out of people who upset me wasn't what he had in mind." It was strange, how seriously Hanzo took a promise from so many years ago. But Hanzo and Bi-Han had been best friends, and maybe after Bi-Han's death, this was the one thing he felt he could do for his late friend.

"Really? The amount of people he beat up for you?"

Kuai paused at that, before grimacing "yeah in retrospect that's probably exactly what he meant."

Maybe it was better that Bi-Han wasn't around for Kuai's divorce and the subsequent criminal trial. Kuai's ex would have been dead the second the details of their relationship entered his ears. But then, maybe if his brother had been there, things would have never gotten to the point they had.

Kuai didn't really want to think about that right now though.

"Anyway, I'm sure you have work to do, and I have a few things I need to do while I'm out," Kuai announced, thankful that Hanzo didn't seem offended by the fact he was standing up and putting his coat on. "We should probably meet outside of a work environment at some time, right?"

"There's that film wrap-up party Johnny's throwing at the end of the month," Hanzo mentioned, "but I would like to see you before then." He paused and walked around the desk, placing a hand on Kuai's bicep. "I do worry about you, you know."

"I know." The only reason Kuai didn't try to fight that fact was that everyone who knew him had expressed worry for him. And in their defence it wasn't completely unfounded, given everything that had happened to him over his 40 years of life. "There's that new coffee shop opened up in town, if that interests you?"

"Sounds good to me." Hanzo lent in to give Kuai a hug, he returned it, maybe clinging a little too tightly. "I'll let you know when I'm free." They separated, and Hanzo added, "take care of yourself."

"You too," Kuai said. Hanzo may worry about him, but that gave Kuai free pass to worry for Hanzo too. "Say hi to Kenshi and Takeda for me!"

"Will do."

And with that Kuai grabbed his bag, and with a short wave turned to leave the office. He held his breath, right up until he left the building. Once out in the fresh air he let it out, breathing deeply.

Okay, okay, task one done. Task two, check in with my agent and make sure there's no deadlines I'm at risk of missing.

He nodded to himself, and set out in the direction he needed to go in.

Rain grunted as he jiggled the key in the lock. No matter what he did, the door just wouldn't open. He begun swearing under his breath, as he tried to get the damned thing to unlock.

"So as fun as it is to watch you struggle, are we gonna get to see your apartment any time soon?" Mileena asked, leaning against the wall as she watched him. Tanya snickered at her girlfriends comment. He wanted to show them his new space, but that was hard unless he could get inside the building.

"I'm trying, there must be a trick to this door that I don't know about." He furiously twisted but stopped for fear the key would break in the lock. He slammed his palm against the door, "god fucking dammit."

"Uh, there is a trick to the door, actually," another voice interrupted from the other side of him. Standing next to him was Kuai Liang, looking at him with a somewhat amused smile on his face.

Rain moved aside slightly, ignoring the strange looks Mileena and Tanya were giving. Kuai took the key in one hand and the other under the handle. He lifted the handle up slightly, while twisting the key. The lock clicked and the door swung open.

"It takes some getting used to," Kuai explained, removing the key from the lock and handing it to Rain. "After a while it just sort of becomes second nature."

"I see. Well thank you," Rain said, watching as Kuai held the door open for him and his friends. As they entered, Mileena gave Rain a rather expectant look and Rain knew what she wanted. "Oh, yeah, uh, this is my neighbour, Kuai Liang, and these are my friends, Mileena and Tanya."

"It's nice to meet you," Kuai softly greeted, closing the door behind him and bowing his head slightly.

"Ah, you too," Mileena said with a wave of her hand. As Rain went to hit the button for the elevator, she added "we promise we're just here to be quietly nosey around Rain's apartment, we're not gonna have a crazy party or anything."

"You realise saying that makes it sound like we're totally about to have a crazy party, right?" Tanya stated. Rain hissed but looking at Kuai he seemed to realise they were joking.

"Sooo, did you have a good day?" Rain tried to move away from whatever his friend's were talking about. Kuai's head snapped to him, as did Mileena and Tanya's.

"It was good, thank you for asking," he replied. Rain ignored the knowing look paired with a dark smirk that Tanya was now giving him. "How was yours?"

"Good. I mean I was at work so it was boring, but other than that good."

The elevator doors opened, and Rain made his way in, the others piling in behind him. Kuai hit the button for their floor before standing against the wall.

Tanya cleared her throat slightly, "so, Kuai Liang?" Kuai looked to her and Rain was suddenly dreading what she was about to say. "Sorry if this is rude to ask, but, how old are you?"

How Rain managed to stop himself from making a strangled sound, he wasn't sure. Earlier in the day he's decided Kuai was older than him, but he wouldn't dare just ask him like that.

Kuai for his part, chuckled nervously and said "I'm 40, why do you ask?"

That surprised him. Rain was 34, and he thought Kuai would be 36 at most. He had a very young face, he’d clearly aged extremely well. Yet somehow knowing he was older than he looked somehow made Kuai more attractive to him.

"Just curious," Tanya spoke innocently, a small smile. Rain knew what she was doing, fishing for info for him. Dammit. "Is there a Mrs. Kuai Liang then?"

Kuai blinked a few times, face going rather red and making the most nervous sound Rain had ever heard a human being make.

"No. I don't have a partner." And that reply gave Rain two points of interest. One was he was single, thus it was totally fair game for Rain to pursue him. The second was the use of the term partner. Granted it wasn't a confirmation he was gay, but it was ambiguous enough compared to Tanya's use of "Mrs" that it gave Rain a spark of hope.

The elevator opened and Kuai looked like he was trying so hard to not just run out the doors and down the corridor to his room. Rain made note to apologise to him later. When they reached their respective doors, Kuai turned slightly, keeping his head low so to not make eye contact. Yeah, I definitely gotta make it up to him.

"I hope you all have a nice evening," Kuai said despite his clear embarrassment.

"You too," Rain called out just before Kuai managed to open his door and slip through and out of sight.

He sighed, opening his own door and holding it open for his friends. After he walked in, and he closed the door and lent against it. He stared at Mileena and Tanya, both looking at him with tilted heads.

"I am going to fuck that man so hard," he announced. A little crude, sure, but it was how he felt.

"If Tanya hasn't completely frightened him off, you mean," Mileena said with a roll of her eyes. "Babe, I love you, but the poor guy looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole!"

"I'll find a way to make it up to him later," Rain stated, pushing himself away from the door. "Anyway, shall we start the tour of Château Rain?"

The two girls looked at each other, before shrugging and letting Rain guide them around the apartment.

It had been a couple of hours. Kuai had no idea why he still felt so mortified.

He poured the cake batter into the cupcake tins he had prepared. He felt like he wanted to just curl up in a dark corner and cry. It had become somewhat of a ritual for him to bake when he felt like that, an idea brought forth by his therapist. It helped, having something to do with his hands often let him think about whatever had upset him more rationally.

Except there wasn't any real rational reason for why he felt like this.

It was just two questions. Two very simple questions, that in the grand scheme of things, were completely innocent.

He wasn't embarrassed by how old he was, that was just the nature of time after all and completely out of his control, so why worry about it? As for his relationship status? He wasn't particularly bothered about being single. After his experience being married, he didn't really want anything serious, and being able to focus on himself for what felt like the first time in his life was so freeing.

So why did those two questions asked together fill him with such a strange sense of despair?

He finished up putting the batter into the cupcake tins, walking it to the oven and slipping it on the middle shelf. He sighed leaning back against the counter, and staring up at the ceiling.

The only part of the questions that he could say might have upset him was the used of "Mrs" and the assumption on his sexuality. Even then it was very much a minor thing, and not something to be this troubled over.

He was about to make himself a cup of tea when there was a knock on his door. He frowned. Given he hadn't buzzed anyone up, that meant it had to be someone already in the building. It wasn't unusual for his neighbours to knock and check on him. He slowly walked away from his kitchen and towards the door.

He swung it open to find Rain stood on the other side.

He felt all that horror come back to him, even as he gave a weak "hello."

"Hi, sorry, I just wanted to apologise for Tanya," Rain went straight to it, leaning against the doorframe. "I really hope she didn't upset you with her questions, I think she was just being nosy."

It had upset him, but he didn't have the words for it, especially with someone he didn't really know. So instead he just gave an uneasy smile and said "it's okay, I know she didn't mean anything by it."

What was social protocol in this situation? Should he invite Rain in for a cup of tea? He supposed it wouldn't hurt, would it?

"I was about to make a cup of tea," Kuai blurted out, quite surprised with himself if he was honest. "If you like, you could join me?"

"If I'm not interrupting or anything," Rain said with a non-committal shrug, and Kuai's mind was screaming.

"No, not at all," Kuai said, breathing deep and trying to keep calm as he moved aside for Rain to come in.

Rain looked around the open plan room, laughing slightly "your furnitures nice, at least it all matches."

"Admittedly I like things to be coordinated." Kuai walked back to his kitchen, flicking the switch on his kettle and reaching into the cupboard to get an extra cup. "I'm one of those people who get's really annoyed when a pattern is slightly off, you know?"

Kuai looked over his shoulder, expecting to see Rain still inspecting his apartment. Instead the other man was standing off behind him, looking him up and down. He didn't seem to realise Kuai was observing him. It was strange, Kuai couldn’t understand why he would be, there had some be something next to him that Rain was looking at.

Then, a light clicked on in his head. Rain was looking at him, it was a gaze Kuai was mostly oblivious to when it came to himself, but he’d seen it when people had crushes on his friends.

He’s checking me out.

No. There was no way. He was looking at something else and Kuai was misinterpreting his actions. That had to be it.

But… What else could he be looking at?

Was this why his friend was asking if Kuai had a partner? Was Rain attracted to him? If he was... Why? Kuai was nothing special in terms of looks.

He jumped when he heard his phone go across the counter.

As he turned around, Rain was looking straight, staring at the phone with a frown on his face.

"Uh, caller ID says it's someone called Sareena," Rain informed him, and Kuai felt a little uncomfortable that he was looking at his phone.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'd better get it," Kuai excused reaching for the phone. He ignored Rain's double take, likely over how red Kuai's face was. He hit answer. "Hello?"

"Hey Kuai, hope I'm not interrupting anything?" Sareena sounded quite chipper this evening, that was good. It probably meant she wasn't ringing about anything too serious.

"Ah, I have a new neighbour over." He glanced at Rain, who seemed to be watching with intent. "Is something up?"

"Sorry I won't keep you long, promise," Sareena's voice was apologetic, "can I have your chocolate cake recipe? Pretty please? I've tried ones I've found on the internet but it doesn't taste the same as yours."

"Hmm, I suppose I can divulge my secret's to you," he teased, remembering his own cakes in the oven. He took a quick glance, they had risen but weren't brown yet. He reached for the cook book on the counter, "I'll take a picture of it and send it over."

"Thank you so much, you are an absolute darling," Sareena squealed.

"No problem." They both hung up, Kuai flipping to the recipe in question. "Sorry about that, my sister-in-law. Sometimes she rings me about work stuff, but this time it was just a cake recipe she was after."

"I see," Rain said with a hum. "So, you have a brother then?"

Kuai flinched slightly. It was reasonable conclusion for him to come to, but it was far too early in knowing him for Kuai to go into detail about all that. His brother’s death still hurt him, even so many years later. It was so hard to talk about him.

"Had," Kuai corrected, choosing to concentrate on taking the photograph of the recipe.

"Oh. Shit. I'm sorry."

"You weren't to know," Kuai sighed, finally sending the photo to Sareena. He finally turned to Rain who was looking rather unsure what to do with himself. "Ah, I should finish that tea shouldn't I?"

Rain silently nodded, watching as Kuai put his phone back on the counter.

"I- uh. I have two brother's myself," Rain spoke up, clearly not entirely sure where to go with the conversation. "Well. Half-Brothers. Twins." Kuai was turned his back to Rain, focusing on the kettle and the tea, but he could hear Rain tapping his foot. "I don't really get along with them. One's a self righteous prick and the other is currently in prison."

Kuai finished the tea and turned to Rain with a puzzled expression. "I- that's... quite a family you have then."

"Trust me, you have no idea," Rain muttered somewhat bitterly, but accepted the tea regardless. "Thank you." He took a sip, leaning back against the counter. "So, um, can I ask you something?"

"Okay." He felt a little unsure, given that Rain had already been asking him questions, so why did he feel the need to request permission now?

"Earlier when Tanya was asked if you were in a relationship you said you didn't have a partner," he began and Kuai was already feeling a little regretful for agreeing to the question. "Was the use of the word partner for any reason?"

Kuai opened his mouth and closed it, before taking a sip of his tea. It wasn't the question he expected, but paired with Rain staring at him so intently only minutes ago, it was clear where this was going.

"I'm gay." Well he hadn't intended to put it quite so bluntly, but it was out there now. "I said partner because I'm gay."

Rain smiled at this news. A sultry smile, as he licked his lips. Kuai felt his entire face go hot. It felt like he was on fire. Was the room always this hot? Did... Did Rain always look that attractive? The other man lessened the gap between them. Kuai stopped breathing.

"I was hoping that was the answer," Rain purred leaning closer. Kuai felt a hand lace his side, and he gasped. "You're a very attractive man, Kuai Liang."

"Thank you?" Kuai squeaked out. Rain's hand was firmly on his hip. They were so close Kuai could see nothing but Rain's eyes. Oh shit, he has really fucking nice eyes. Rain's lips brushed his and Kuai shuddered. He wanted to kiss him, to see just how far Rain was willing to push this. Was he really this desperately lonely? He didn't even know Rain.

The smell of cinnamon overwhelmed him.

Cinnamon?

"Oh fuck! My cakes!" Without thinking he pulled away and rushed over to the oven and threw on an oven mitt. He pulled the cakes out and put them in top of the stove, turning the oven off as he did.

The good news was his cakes weren't burnt. The bad news was they were still looking overdone.

"Are they okay?" Rain asked, standing next to Kuai.

"They'll probably be dry, but still edible," Kuai explained with a sigh. He hadn't messed up his baking in a long time. He stared at them like maybe that would help them suddenly not be overcooked. When he finally decided that wasn't going to help, he turned to Rain and matter of factly stated "you owe me."

Rain blinked and shook is head, eyes wide. "Huh?"

"You owe me. You distracted me, thus, you owe me for these cakes." Kuai placed a hand on his hip and lent against the counter. He wasn't entirely sure what he was trying here. He believed he was attempting to flirt.

If it was what he was trying, to his surprise it actually seemed to work, as Rain had that smile on his face again. "Ah, I see." He closed the gap again, arm looping around Kuai's waist. "What can I do to make it up to you?"

Before Kuai could reply, a phone went off. Not Kuai's this time. It wasn't his ring tone. Rain backed away and pulled out a phone from his pocket. He looked frustrated and glanced up to Kuai.

"Sorry I really have to take this," he said, not sounding happy about that fact at all. Kuai just nodded as Rain turned away and answered the phone. "Hello? What do you need?" There was a pause. "Alright, I can-" He shook his head. "By tomorrow? That's a bit short notice isn't it?" He started pulling on his hair. "Yes, yes. Alright okay, I'll see what I can do. Alright, see you tomorrow. Bye."

If it wasn't a mobile phone, Kuai swore it would have been slammed down. He gulped slightly.

"Everything okay?" He chanced, feeling a little better when Rain's face softened at the sight of him.

"Yeah, it was just my boss. He's sprung a last minute report on me that has to be done by tomorrow." Kuai hoped his disappointment didn't show on his face too much. "I'm sorry, I really need to do this."

"No, it's... I understand, you need to do it," he agreed, biting his lip as it threatened to tremble.

He led Rain back to his door, sliding it open and letting the other man out into the corridor.

"Don't forget you owe me!" He called out. Rain turned to him with a sly smile, winked at him, and then like that was gone.

Kuai closed the door, resting his forehead against it after. He sighed, pushing himself away and slowly making his way to the kitchen. He stood in silence, staring at his almost ruined cakes and then the two half drunk cups of tea.

"I just flirted with him." The realisation smacked him in the face so hard he almost got whiplash. "Oh. Fuck, I just flirted with him."

He wasn't sure why, but he slowly dropped to his knees and curled up into himself. His fingers tangled in his hair as he tugged on it. He wasn't sure where his boldness had come from at all. And now it was over? He felt completely stupid. Granted, Rain clearly enjoyed it, and for whatever reason, really seemed to want to do him. But he still felt foolish.

He flopped over onto his side, laying on the floor, questioning his life choices for the evening.

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#mortal kombat #subrain #kuai liang #sub zero #rain #🏢i wanna i wanna stay ‘til the end

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 2 years

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The small fic you made based on my request had me thinking. Tim told Curls that he didn’t want Angela to see him like that. So what if Curly and Tim unintentionally (I mean completely accidental) make Angela feel left out because they won’t let her see any side of them except the tough and rough side?

Y’know I wasn’t intending that line to come across as Tim trying to keep an emotional Curly from Angela? It was more of a “your older brother is absolutely drunk off his ass and you really don’t need to have anything to do with him until he sobers up as a way to prevent any more unnecessary trauma”

But you bring up an interesting point and I really wanna explore it more!

Tim believes that he needs to be strong for his family. They have no parents but they still need running water and electricity and the kids need to get to school. Tim works hard, getting jobs when he can to make sure Curly and Angela have what they need. Tim believes being strong is having no weaknesses. He does his best to always stay calm, cool, and collected, shoving his emotions down where no one can reach them. He thinks that’s the best way to stay strong for his family

Curly, in desperate need of a male role model, practically idolizes Tim. Sure they fight and they scream and call each other names, but at the end of the day? They’re brothers. And that’s about all they have left. Because of his outlook on Tim, Curly tends to mask his emotions as well. But he doesn’t have the self-control Tim’s learned to perfect. The wall Curly has in front of his emotions is very short and has a few cracks. His temper breaks through the wall easily but he’s pretty good at reigning in things like tears and breakdowns. He’s tough and he doesn’t cry. At least, that’s what he wants people to think

And Angela? Angela’s the opposite end of the spectrum. She’s learned to almost weaponize her emotions. Because of the lack of feeling from her brothers, Angela kind of lets her emotions go, as long as it’s within reason. She’s the one who cries at the movies on television and giggles openly when she’s out and about with her friends. Angela has mastered flirting with cashiers to get things for free, all while walking out with a few other things tucked into her pockets. She never falls in love with the boys she hangs around, but Tim would swear she’s holding onto a new one every few weeks. She plays with them until she’s bored and then moves on

I don’t know if I would describe Angela’s feelings as left out exactly? But I think there’s definitely a tone of frustration there. Like she could be fighting with Tim, and all of a sudden, his expression his completely blank, eyes guarded so well, Angela can’t even guess what he’s thinking or how he’s feeling. So she’s screaming even louder now because he does this, he always does this. Always retreats behind that emotionless mask and refuses to let everyone else know what’s going on in his head because that’s what he thinks his safest option

#dillo's replies #mysemantics #tim shepard #curly shepard #angela shepard

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altagraye · 2 years

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Big Big Love part 13

Maia age:28 appearance: 10 weeks pregnant (7 weeks after ch 12)

Dean age:35

Sam age:31

Roslyn age: 3

Quote:

"I'm made of bad, bad, bad, bad blood."

-'Bad Blood.' - Welshly Arms.

TW!: cussing, medical terms, miscarriage scare, plot twists.

Ch 13: Bad Blood

Sam:

I couldn't keep Maia off my mind as Dean and I strolled down isle after isle of the supermarket. She's had a rough couple of weeks since she told us she was pregnant. She can hardly get out of bed, she's so fatigued. It makes me worry, a lot. Eating is difficult too, the vomiting is unpredictable and violent. Being unable to help her is the worst feeling. I don't know how Dean did it, it must've torn him apart when Ros came. A whole day and a half of merciless agony just to have her bleed out like that? No wonder he went insane. I pray a lot, hopefully this time it won't be so bad on her but that isn't looking likely. Dean and I have been through every medical 'Mega textbook we have twice and three times over. Nothing mentions symptoms as bad as what she has. Cas has even tried his powers on her but still nothing comes of it. I hate leaving her, Dean too. But between the both of us we need to get her something she can viably eat.

She's more visible now, and we've been keeping track of how far along she is. Today, makes ten weeks. I love putting my hand on her belly. I still think about Jo and my other pup sometimes. But when I do think about them it just makes me hurt so I stuff it down. I never thought that I'd be able to be blessed with, Maia. I'm so happy that I'm actually scared, of letting down my guard. I just want to hold her close to me and not let go, ever. Even if there's a chance that the pup isn't mine, I'd still be just as happy. Just having Maia, forever, is more than enough. I thought Dean and I wouldn't get along so well with our new circumstances. but it has been easier than I initially thought. Sometimes we get in nothing arguments when we aren't around Maia. Just to let off Alpha steam and stress because neither of us can help our Omega.

Like now, seeing Dean shove half the contents of the ethnic isle into the cart is pissing me off. Last time he made spaghetti and meatballs for her, a few nights ago, she couldn't keep it down long enough. I leaned over in the cart and grabbed the box of spaghetti and put it back on the shelf. He turned around with a jar of vodka sauce, down in and noticed it was gone.

"What the fuck, man? We need that." Dean said getting aggravated. I rolled my eyes and pushed the cart further on down the aisle, passing him.

"No we don't, she can't even eat it anymore. It was working for a while but not now. We need to find something else." I said biting my tongue, trying to control the anger bubbling up within me.

"Oh 'cuz you're so smart? You have any other suggestions?" Dean said, leaving the item.

"No, more like trial and error." I told my older brother not knowing what to do. So far, she's been able to stomach PB & J sandwiches and occasional plain rice. Now that we were stocked up on that I was ready to leave. I needed to comfort her, my wife.

Dean exhaled, looking over what we had. "Trial and error sucks all kinds of ass. How is it so different from when she had Roslyn?" He asked out loud.

"Don't know. I heard It's different from pup to pup anyway. I think we're done here. Let's go home." I needed to curl up with Maia. I need to know she's okay. If she's alone and debilitated and suffering... just thinking about it kills me. We paid for our mountain of an overflowing cartful. That's $300 down. Charlie giving us these cards with the infinite amount of cash is a God-send. If Dean and I had to work with Maia in her state, that's be horrible. Not that I'm opposed to working or Dean either, but she just needs both of us. I piled the groceries into the back seat of the Impala and got in the passenger side. Dean revved Baby's engine. I combed a hand through my hair, still thinking of my Omega, shaking in our shared bed, unable to find comfort.

I was snapped out of my thought process, Dean's hand making contact with my chest, patting it.

"Cheer up Champ, you're gonna be a great Dad." he said checking the rearview mirror so he could back up. Dean hates these smaller parking spaces, especially since driving the Impala is equivalent to driving a boat on land. His compliment took me by surprise.

"Thanks, but, what makes you so sure it's mine?" I asked him seriously flashing a weak smile. My thoughts festering further. We exited the parking lot, Dean focused on driving for a few seconds, checking his surroundings so he could make a turn.

"Well, technically you slid into home base first." His eyes flashing to me for a second, then going back to the road.

"But I know you're hoping It's yours." I said admitting what he didn't want to. My attention focusing on the scenery around us, the woods being particularly peaceful in the morning dew.

"What? Nah! I got my hands full with Roslyn." He was saying one thing and thinking another. If there was one person Dean couldn't fool, it's me. I've known him like that back of my hand for way too long. He and I knew that. We were silent the rest of the way there. Dean helped me carry in the groceries through the garage. It was weird not hearing a hello from Maia. But it was highly likely that she didn't want to strain her voice from our bedroom. The Bunker is massive after all.

My heart sunk when Roslyn came out of nowhere, visibly upset and crying hysterically. Her face all red from screaming and crying. This behavior was unusual even for her. She doesn't scare or get upset easy, Dean thinks she might present as an Alpha when she gets older. She doesn't throw toddler fits to get her point across so seeing her like this was scaring the Hell out me and Dean tenfold.

Dean got down to her level, kneeling, and she gave him the biggest little bear hug. He cradled her head in his chest.

"Hey Troublemaker. What has you so spooked, baby?" He asked her. In between big drops of tears and sniffles she responded in her classic pup-talk.

"Mama hurt. Fall down." And continued to cry. Dean gave me concerned look, kissed her forehead and called out for Cas. I bolted down the hallway. This is the worst and most typical thing that could have happened. Murphy's law gets me every chance it gets, without fail. From what I could hear, Cas came and Dean ordered him to take Ros away and keep her safe. He didn't need her in any more distress.

I found Maia, collapsed down onto the kitchen floor. Her head had a pretty good sized gash from the fall. I didn't smell any blood coming from below her so a miscarriage is unlikely. I turned her on her back, pressing two fingers into her neck to check her pulse. It's weakened. I started to tear up. Why does this shit always happen to us? We can't ever catch a break. I don't know what's wrong. I tried calling her by her dynamic, desperate for her to answer.

"Omega!" Nothing. I heaved her up into my grasp. We need to go to the E.R. That's a good hour's drive from the Bunker. Dean came rushing in, seeing me carry her limp form. "She won't wake up. I-I don't know why." He had a mile-long stare, not breaking his sight from our shared lover. He grabbed the Impala keys out of his jean-pocket.

"Jesus-Christ." He uttered to the situation. I piled into the backseat with her propped up against my chest. I re-examined her head wound. I think it's shallow enough for me to heal it. We departed down the highway, full throttle, as I began to lick at her wound.

Sam:

Dean opened the front door to the E.R. I couldn't move my feet fast enough. I checked her pulse multiple times on the way over, it got a little better but she was still unresponsive. Dean stopped at the front desk for credentials. I was able to set Maia down in room number three, when Dean joined up with us. One Beta nurse came in to check on her. They were low staffed today.

"Sir, you need to wait outside, there's a waiting room around the corner on your left." He started to explain.

"No. He stays. We're staying." Dean came to my defense. the Beta nurse looked confused and a bit annoyed. I'm guessing he wasn't fond of Alphas. The beta nurse continued to hook her up to machines. he stripped her shirt, put an IV in her arm on my side of her. Put one of those pulse and oxygen readers on her index finger. A canula in her nostrils even though he said she was breathing pretty well on her own. He adjusted the setting to low.

"This facility has a 'one mate per patient' policy. Someone has to go." Now I was getting irate. There's no way I or Dean was going to leave this room. I flipped my wrist over and scrunched up my sleeve showing the persistent Beta my mark. Dean rolled his eyes, a bit embarrassed but followed suit. The Beta was unphased.

"Welcome to the club, Alphas. I have a tramp stamp with my partner too. Nothing new, fellas."

"Ugh, Gross! It's not like that at all. Look dumbass." Dean showed him Maia's Triskelion. And the Beta scanned over the room, looking at all three of us. He shrugged.

"Whatever floats your banana boat. I don't judge. I'm just here for the health insurance benefits. no I'm just kidding. I actually like helping stupid knot-heads like you guys. Shame too, pretty boy." He pointed in my direction. I was not in the mood to have some Beta flirt with me, especially since I didn't swing that way anyhow. Even though being marked by the Triskelion didn't make it look that way.

"Shut your mouth and do your job." I told him. He shrugged again and went over to a closet to get another instrument.

He put a band around her belly, listened and watched another monitor. where he placed it, a strong rhythm was heard. It almost made me cry, but I stuffed it down. That's a sound I wasn't able to hear with Jo. I don't think I've heard something so wonderful before. I looked at Dean across from me, smiling up a storm. I couldn't help but smile back. The Beta furrowed his brow and pursed his lips, confused. He moved the hockey puck sized circle to the right two inches. The beating changed, more faint, strained. My heart sunk again. I couldn't stop my nerves, my boot kept making annoying little sounds on the waxed linoleum floors. My leg shaking like a leaf. That weak heart beat wasn't good. I kept biting at my nails and staring at the Beta. He made a hmph sound and put his hands on his hips.

"What?" Dean asked, getting just as impatient as I felt.

"I'm gonna need another cuff. There's two buns in this oven. Someone's been busy." he said leaving the room to retrieve another instrument. I could have slapped myself. This whole time I thought there was only one pup. I never considered the possibility of twins. The Beta came back with another cuff and put it on the previous spot. I listened closely. The drumming was still weakened. My lip started to quiver and I swallowed the lump forming in my throat.

Dean noticed it too and put on a brave face for me. But I knew I could see in his eyes he was breaking slowly. Maia, why aren't you awake?

"Alright, the sonographer should be in soon to check on all that." The Beta gesticulated to Maia's belly like it was a mess he didn't want to deal with. He made me growl, I want his ass fired. Dean was just as pissed at him as I was, if not more probably. But he kept his composure for now.

"Hey, what was your name again?" Dean asked squinting his eyes and tilting his head. Dean is going to get his name, and give him a piece of his mind on his lunch break, away from cameras and people, so that he doesn't get arrested for Alpha/Beta battery.

"Hugo. Hugo Riviera." He told Dean. Dean gave him a huge fake smile and thanked him. When the door was closed and Hugo walked away, Dean broke his demeanor.

"Hugo, is a dick-bag. I'm gonna enjoy pounding his asshole Beta face in a bench." He nodded to himself thinking his decision to do so was a good idea. I gave my brother a weak smile. Dean leaned over to Maia's head and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She still isn't awake.

"I dunno if you can hear me, 'Mega, but. You've got two pups to fight for, alright? Sammy and I love you. We love you so much. You gotta wake up soon, sweetheart." He told her sleeping form stroking her fingers with his thumb and pressing the back of her hand to his lips. he stared at her belly as I grabbed onto her hand on my side of her through the raised bedrails. I rested my forehead on the cold rails, listening to the two rhythms, the one closest to me- a lead singer. The one closer to Dean- a backup that's running out of breath.

We sat listening to them, mulling over the predicament.

"Sammy? The one heartbeat is scaring the shit out of me." Dean confessed his voice starting to crack. I lifted my head off the rail and ran my fingers through my hair, my eyes glossy and my nose running.

"Me too Dean." There was a knock at the door and a Beta woman came in pulling a mobile sonogram machine behind her. She was oddly and disgustingly very chipper.

"Hello! My name is Sarah, I'll be taking care of your Omega today. Aw, are you two having a moment? I can come back in a few minutes." She suggested sensing my and Dean's emotions. I got up, moving out of her way so she could bring her machine over and look at the pups.

"No, please. Come in." I told her. Sarah shrugged and closed the door.

"Alrighty then" she said and brought her machine close to Maia, checked to make sure she had all her supplies and turned off the light. She lifted up Maia's shirt and took off the cuffs. Sarah squeezed out some gel onto her stomach and pressed the imaging wand on Maia. Sarah, still paying attention to her screen, moving the wand around and pressing a button on her machine to capture what she was seeing.

"So, who's the lucky man? Daddy to be?" She tried to break the ice. Dean and I hesitated as she snapped more pictures.

"Uh, we're not sure, exactly." I said rubbing my thumb into my sweaty palms. Sarah raised an eyebrow.

"Is that so? Well, no worries. I'm sure you'll find out soon." She told us before making an excited gasp.

"Why hello there little kumquat. See, right as rain." She turned the monitor screen so we could get a better look. I could just make out the outline of human features, so tiny but definite. I had to remember to take a breath in. Dean spoke up next.

"Isn't there supposed to be two? Where's the other one? I only see one circle...thing." Dean struggled to find the proper name for placenta.

"Oh, you mean placenta? The other one is in there. Let me just scoot on over here. There we go. It's common for twins to have separate placentas, most people get scared when they don't see another pup right next to the first one. but it's perfectly normal. Hmmmm, how far along did you say she was?" Sarah said, concern showing in her voice as she hovered over the second pup, visibly smaller than the one we just saw.

"10 weeks." Dean and I said simultaneously.

"What a funky dunk. You, little walnut are supposed to be the same size as your womb-mate. Hehe sorry I don't get to make that joke often. There's plenty of room to grow and it's still early so I don't know why there's such a size difference. Pup A, the kumquat is the proper size. But, Pup B, looks like it's stuck in week 7. Has your mate been eating properly?" She asked.

" Actually, no. It's hard for her to stomach most foods. This isn't her first pregnancy and it's way different from her last one. the vomiting is ruthless. Today we went to the store to shop for foods she could eat. when we came home we found her.. knocked out." I explained exchanging looks with Dean on occasion.

"Aww that sounds horrible. Well, we'll get her some pills that will help with the nausea. Little Walnut needs to grow big and strong like your brother or sister. I'll get these images to the on-site OBGYN asap. She'll know more about why this is happening and will explain it in detail. Alrighty Momma all done. You need to wake up though. Do you guys want a copy?" Sarah asked wiping the gel off our mates' stomach. Sarah put the cuffs back on and turned the light back on, making me wince from the sudden brightness.

"Yeah we'll take a copy." Dean said.

"Sure thing. No problem. Congratulations, sirs." she told us as she left. I got back up and moved to my side when the door closed again. we sat there for about an hour before the doctor came in.

Dean:

All these waiting games were killing me. I need straightforward answers but most of all I need Maia to wake the fuck up. I thought just hearing the different heart beats scared the shit out of me. Seeing the size difference made me want to break something in the room. Thankfully the doctor who came in to talk to us sounded like she was a no-nonsense chick. I was thoroughly fed up with Sarah and especially that Hugo bastard.

The Doc came in and sat in between Me and Sammy, at the foot of Maia's bed.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Jennifer Janey. I saw the pictures. And there is one thing that comes to mind if my calculations are correct. You guys are the threesome right?" she introduced herself briefly and shook our hands, pretty firm for a woman, must be an Alpha. A flash of annoyance came over me as I stood leaning over Maia's bed railing. My ass was aching from being numb, sitting all this time.

"You know how wrong that sounds, right?" I told her.

"Sorry, word travels fast here, especially with Hugo- the-Gossip-queen. Sorry about him. Look I don't want to beat around the bush here. I know what that mark means. How much of a time gap was it when you three had sex?" A chill ran up my spine making me squirm a little. I hate this mark making everyone think we screwed Maia at the same time. Ugh. Sammy spoke up first.

"Uh. Okay. I had sex with her first." he scratched the back of his head, he was embarrassed to talk about this.

"Did your knot lock?" She asked shamelessly. Sam started to blush but nodded. Dr.Janey made a mental note before swiveling in her chair to face me.

"Later that night, I screwed her too. What does this have to do with anything?" I asked wanting to replace the word screwed with raped. I had no control over my black-eyed self. I just didn't care, I stole what I wanted and what I wanted I got. I frowned remembering the bruises I'd left on her.

"Knot?" She asked. The question snapping me out of my deep thought process.

"Yeah, more than once." I said. She looked at me more intensely.

"Alright, I lost count once I hit five." Confessing something that Sammy didn't even know yet. he gave me a pissed off look realizing just how rough with Maia I had to be to get to that point.

"the truth shall set you free. Although rare, there's a condition that happens when two different males, have sex with a heated Omega in a short period of time. It's called Hetero-paternal Superfecundation." she paused to make sure we were following.

I leaned over the rail more, "Did you just quote Mary Poppins?"

"Hetero-what?" Sam asked equally confused. If Brainiac didn't know what she was talking about then this had to be extraordinary. She exhaled getting aggravated with us.

"No. It's called Hetero-paternal Superfecundation. When you had sex the first time, an egg released like normal, your swimmer attached itself to that egg, making Pup A. later that night, your mate was still fertile-myrtle when you, had sex with her. She released another egg and your swimmer attached itself to it, making Pup B." she explained looking both of us in the eyes and switching her eye contact between Sammy and I as she talked.

"The pups inside your mate right now are half siblings. Two differently fathered pups in the same batch, essentially." she ended.

"Holy crap. I'm a father." Sam said, shock clear on his face. And so am I, again.

"How does this explain the different sizes? And why won't our mate wake up? Is she, sick?" I said needing to sit back down.

"That's what I'm stumped on. I'm sorry I don't have all the answers. Somethings just happen. You two look exhausted. Why don't you grab yourselves something to eat at the cafeteria and think things through? Hopefully your wife will be awake by then. Congratulations, guys." She said as she shook our hands again and left. I rubbed my forehead and sighed. Why does the weirdest shit always happen to us? I kissed Maia's hand again and headed for the door.

"I need some fucking pie. You comin'?" I asked Sammy staring at Maia's stomach for a moment. Sam didn't answer me but stood up anyway. Maia doesn't look like she's going to wake up in the next thirty minutes. we'll eat and be back in no time.

I finished my slice of pumpkin pie mulling over the Docs words. Two pups inside her with two different fathers. I'm excited to be a Dad again but I can't help but wonder who's is the weaker one? That terrifies me. What if it dies? Walking back to Maia's room I overheard an obnoxious conversation and recognized it to be that ass-hat Hugo. Good he's on lunchbreak. My time to give him a face-lift. I started to walk closer to his direction, Sammy tagging along but not as invested as I was. I shoved my hands in my front pockets, acting casual.

"I know right? Have you heard about the admission in room three? What a circus show! I mean they're brothers and that omega's pregnant with both their pups at the same time! What a typical Omega whore. How much of a slut do you have to be, am I right?" Said Hugo to one of his co-workers. On the inside I was boiling but I kept my composure as best as possible.

"Hey, Hugo, right? We need to talk." I took the collar of his blue scrubs and heaved him out of his chair. the Beta gave a whimper. Sam heard what he said too, patting Hugo on the back and whispering something in his ear.

"You're going to choke on those words, asshole." He told him.

I pushed him out of the double doors, sending his worthless ass to the pavement where he belonged. Sam picked him up holding his head up for me to swing.

"So Hugo, what did you call our wife again?" I asked cracking my knuckles. He whimpered.

"I didn't mean it, honest! You two have a wonderful mate. A real peach." He tried to weakly defend himself.

"C'mon, nobody likes liars. 'Course you meant it. Say it Beta, let me hear it again. Now!" I rose my voice and he flinched.

"I called her a whore and a slut." His voice disappeared cowardly at the insults but it was more than enough for me. He yelped like the pussy he was when I cracked his nose. I gave him another on for good measure. Sam threw him to the ground, not being worth the effort to beat. I leaned over in his face.

"Good Beta. Stay Beta. If I see your ass around her room again, I'll make sure you need a follow up with your dentist, alright?" I told him. He nodded fervently.

That was a fun let off of steam but worry still festered in the back of my mind. We made it back to Maia's room when I saw Sarah in there with her, the tech from earlier. Maia's stomach was exposed and Sarah was mumbling something to it. Major red flags.

Sam and I entered her room, trying to catch Sarah off guard. Sam closed the door behind us making her jump. What the fuck are you up to, little weasel? She turned around trying to recover Maia's stomach.

"Hi guys. Back so soon?" she asked.

"Oh that's not how this works, bitch. Don't act like we didn't just see that. why are you here?" I am done with everybody's shit today.

"I thought I forgot something. but I didn't so I'll leave." she said shuffling her feet. When Sam reached for her, she held out a hand, pinning us to the walls behind us. She slowly pulled Maia's shirt up, revealing her small bump. I couldn't break free.

"I should call DCF on you two. Abusing your child while it's still in the womb. How cruel, even for a gal like me." she blinked her eyes, black as coal. Demon. Fuck.

"I expected you to catch on more quickly, Dean. I guess you really do love this Omega-harlot. Aww it's alright guys. She's in better hands now. I mean have you ever seen such a beautiful piece of Hell?" She caressed Maia's stomach and bent down, kissing her flesh.

"Get your filthy hands off her!" Sam and I interjected simultaneously trying harder to break free, but nothing let up.

"I'll make sure little walnut grows nice and strong. For behold darkness shall cover the Earth. As the old dick used to say."

"What does a demon want with our mate?" Sam asked in an attempt to distract the black-eyed bitch. It was working. Sam and I were able to pry our heads away from the wall.

"You Alphascan be so thick-headed. She's carrying the world's first were-cambion. Sired by a Knight of Hell. The intense pregnancy symptoms, the difference in sizes, the incapacitated 'Mega. Hell, I bet your angel hasn't been able to heal her either? That's why she's here. I'll make sure your pup gets proper care. Momma needs to down gallons of demon blood to catch up. Congratulations, suckers." Sarah touched Maia hand and vanished Maia disappearing with her.

My and Sam's body's fell to the ground, being released from the demons grip. NO NO NO! this can't be happening. She's gone?! How did I not see this coming? Of course knotting Maia when I was south of the border would end up like this. This is my fault. it's always my fucking fault! I put my fist through the drywall. She's gone, because of me. Her life is in jeopardy again, because of me. Sam's pup is in danger too. I took the nearest chair and broke it over the corner of a wall when Sam's phone rang. What the fuck could it be now?! he answered, my chest was heaving and I ran my hands through the back of my hair.

Sam's eyes widened, he put it on speaker so I could hear too.

"Fret not young Anakin, Padme is safe with me. My apologies about Sarah, Sister-wives. She's new. Really I'm not the villain here. Your sweet little Omega needs some proper nutrients. Ta-ta for now, Papa-Moose and Papa-Squirrel."

"CROWLEY?! I swear to fucking God, if she's not in one piece!-" the line clicked dead before I could get out another word. I let out a guttural growl, I could feel it in my bloodstream, I was turning feral.

Maia:

I couldn't smell anything. My whole body was sore so I groaned. My head ached like I had hit it on something. I yanked my arm up to try and nurse my throbbing skull but it wouldn't budge. My eyes opened, light flooding my vision. One of those huge hospital lights was above my head. I craned my neck down to see why I couldn't move off this gurney. Where was I? I was just about to make pancakes for Ros, right? My head panged, making me wince and slam my head back down to the softness below me.

"Ugh, Dean? Sam? Alphas?!" I called out. I heard distinct clicks of dress-shoes come closer to me. And the scent of whiskey but very different, potent. and not Dean's.

"Try not to squirm, Dear. You'll hurt your pups." Said the voice getting closer. his accent was thick and I didn't recognize the voice. This is bad, very bad. I started to cry, thinking that this was one of Felix's compadre's come for revenge. Wait, pups? How does this freak even know I'm pregnant? And how does he know I'm having two? Or, maybe more? He hovered over me, I squinted my vision focusing. The man smiled back at me eerily.

"Hello, Darling. Pleasure finally meeting you. Dean wouldn't stop talking about you when he went on his hiatus. Crowley's the name, King of Hell. Welcome home."

End chapter 13.

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Chapter One: The Vanishing of Will Byers

Summary: There was nothing extraordinary about Bonnie Ward. A typical teenage girl who never says all that much and doesn’t have too many friends. Hawkins never felt all the strange or special to her, but her opinion changes after being dragged into the horrors that hide in the forests. Interdimensional monsters and psychic people are not what Bonnie would have ever imagined showing up in Hawkins!

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A/N: I should have been working on the Stranger Things series that I already have somewhat written, The Secret Saga, but I had an idea. So here we are ^-^ WOOO! I've got quite a few chapters already written which means *drum roll* that I'll have a consistent upload with this story ^-^ I'm thinking that I'll upload this story every Monday and then any other stories that I write will be on Fridays. That seems good to me :) Anyway, let's get into the start of this story! Hope you like it!

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SILENCE IS A VIRTUE THAT BONNIE VALUES above nearly everything else. When she has the chance to keep to herself, to be alone with nothing but her thoughts and the never ending silence is a godsend. Personally, Bonnie Ward loves to have utter silence whenever she can. Waking up early is something that she likes to pride herself on, especially when it gives her these moments of silence. Completely alone with her own thoughts to do what she likes. She can finish up any last minute homework or get a head start on some studying for school. Bonnie would like to say she’s a pretty studious kid. Unlike some other high school students who were most likely slacking off on some work or other, Bonnie keeps herself busy with it all. The silence allows her to focus much better, silence allows her to think properly. Which is why she was cursing God now that her silent morning was being interrupted.

“Ay, Freakette, if you want to get to school on time, get up now.” The rough voice of her much older brother grunted as he came storming into her small bedroom. Her perfect start to the morning was ruined, like usual, by her more than annoying older brother. The small black afro on his head was perfectly curly, as he made sure it was every morning. His dark brown eyes pinpointed his little sister sitting at her desk, pausing her scribbling to turn a look at him. “Oh,” Samuel blinked, seeing her already awake, “just get out to the car already.”

Bonnie sighed as he lumbered away and left her bedroom door open. ‘He’s such an ass,’ Bonnie thought to herself. While Bonnie had just turned fifteen at the beginning of the year, her brother was going to turn twenty-nine in a few weeks. A very large age gap when people point it out. That would have to be the only strange thing about the Ward family. They were considered the standard nuclear American family that people aimed for, despite the gap in ages between children. A completely normal family in a completely normal town. In Hawkins, Indiana there really wasn’t anything too abnormal about the small community.

Sighing through her nose, Bonnie put her school books into her over the shoulder backpack. She made sure that her curly brown hair was pushed back with a random headband and then trudged out of her bedroom. Walking down the stairs, Bonnie found her father lounging at the kitchen table with the day's newspaper in hand and her mother cleaning up her used dishes.

Her bald-headed father, a tough looking black man in his early fifties, peered over the newspaper as his daughter stepped down the stairs. “Morning, Bon,” he greeted her as she leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. David Ward is one of the best father’s that Bonnie could have asked for. Sure, at times he could be a hardass on her, but she respected him for it.

“Do you want breakfast, Bonnie?” The sweet voice of her mother asked. Savannah Ward, much like her husband, is quite a great parent. She’s caring, nurturing, but also doesn’t take no nonsense. That’s most likely the reason why she and Samuel butt heads so much. Not only that but she was quite a beautiful woman for her age. With some of the clearest skin that you could ever find and luscious black hair made her appear years younger. Bonnie shook her head no. She had already snuck a snack in a while ago when she first woke up. So she would survive until lunch time. “Alright then.”

“I’m leaving,” Samuel grunted as he marched through the foyer and out the door.

Savannah called after him, “Samuel, wait for your sister!”

He just shouted over his shoulder, “Whatever, Ma.” He then climbed into his 1975 mustang and lit a cigarette as he impatiently waited for the teenager.

“That man,” Savannah sighed heavily. She then turned to give her daughter a kiss on the crown of her head, “Have a good day, sweetheart.” Bonnie smiled at her kind mother as a goodbye before heading out the door to jump into her brother’s car. He then peeled out of the driveway, as if he was in the middle of the indy 500.

It was normal for Bonnie to suffer through the erratic driving of her brother, so she was prepared to have herself nearly thrown backwards into her seat at the fast driving. Through the cigarette perched on his lips, Samuel snarked, “just so you know, I won’t be picking you up.” Bonnie rolled her eyes, now staring out of the window at the houses passing by. Through one of his douchey smirks he continued, “some boys and I are getting plans together for the upcoming football game. Which by the way, if you go, make sure to keep your distance,” He glared at her from the corner of his eyes, “Don’t want anyone seeing my freak sister hanging around me, got it.”

Bonnie huffed, but grunted in agreement. It’s not like she cared anyway. ‘As if I want to be around a bunch of douchebags.’ She wouldn’t be caught dead at any sports games for school. Something like football didn’t interest her at all, let alone to go to a game or anything. Being surrounded by the empty headed jocks and cheerleaders is not something that she enjoys all too much.

Due to the age difference between them, the Ward siblings never really connected on any level. Not only that but their interests were completely different from each other. Samuel is all about sports, specifically football, and parties any chance that he could. Meanwhile, Bonnie liked to do more quiet activities, read, draw, write, or any activity that kept her away from people. She enjoys her silence and being alone allows her to get that. Perhaps if they were closer in age, the two would get along more. However, with there being a fourteen year age gap proved to cause a discrepancy in their ability to get along.

Eventually, after a stiff car ride, they arrived at the high school. With no words exchanged, Bonnie got out of the car just before Samuel raced out of the parking lot, nearly running over a few students. Those students being boys that Bonnie is familiar with.

Eddie and Gareth shouted out quite a few curses at the speeding car as they narrowly avoided it. Bonnie cringed at the sight and approached the pair as they collected themselves after the near miss. “Fuckin’ douche bag,” Gareth grunted.

“Asshole!” Eddie shouted after the car, but Samuel was already long gone. Bonnie approached the pair with an apologetic tilt of her head. Every time anyone she was friendly with had the unfortunate chance of meeting her brother she has to apologize somehow. Eddie turned to her as she approached and scoffed, “How do you live with that guy, Bon?” She just shrugged her shoulders and eyed him with a familiar sadness in her eyes. Eddie looked down at her, recognizing the apology without her even saying a word, and said, “Oh don’t be sorry, it’s that asshole who should be.” Still she couldn’t help herself but be sorry for her brother’s behavior. Someone had to be the adult about his actions, and it certainly wasn’t going to be Samuel.

Gareth draped his shoulder over her shoulder, with her being a head or two shorter than him, and clicked his tongue. “How an angel like you is related to that is beyond me.”

‘They really need to stop saying things like this.’ Bonnie shook her head and couldn’t help the heat that traveled up her neck.

These two boys were a part of the group that Bonnie would consider her friends. All of them were labeled freaks at their school, and freaks tend to stick together when they have no one else. Bonnie is an outcast, there’s really no debate about that. Thanks to her mutism, she doesn’t stand out to any capacity and when people do notice her, they find it weird that she doesn’t say much. Though without saying anything, people can tell that she is an emotional person. She has the capability to convey her emotions just through her soulful eyes. Even with all that emotion, it was like she was able to read people’s minds just by looking at them, another reason why people tended to avoid her. Though not the Hellfire Club. Sure, she wasn’t that interested in D&D, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t offer her, a fellow “freak”, a safe haven whenever she needed.

Eddie cleared this throat and put on a posh accent, “Shall we escort this maiden to her destination.”

Gareth joined in, “We shall. M’lady,” he offered her an elbow, which caused her to giggle lightly and take it. Eddie did the same and the trio entered the school through the throngs of hormonal and desperate teenagers. Gareth and Eddie escorted Bonnie to her locker and dramatically presented Bonnie to her destination through slight laughter and teasing.

Bonnie shook her head at their silliness and smiled widely at them. They certainly were some of the most amusing people, she’s glad to say that they were her friends. Eddie ruffled his bushy hair and leaned beside her locker, “so we’ll see you today at Hellfire, right?” Bonnie nodded her head. That seemed to brighten his smile, “great, and I assume you need a ride home.” It wasn’t a question since Eddie usually ended up being her rides home since her parents were always busy and her brother certainly wasn’t going to do it. Though it’s not like either of them minded. They liked each other's company and, no matter how many times Bonnie apologized for the inconvenience, Eddie didn’t have any issue with taking a slight detour. Her house was on the way to Gareth’s house, where the boys went to practice for their band, so he was always ready to drop her off.

The bell then rang, signifying that their classes were going to start soon. Bonnie exhaled sharply through her nose, her annoyance clear on her face. One thing that she was not looking forward to today was chemistry class. She certainly does not have the affinity for things like science, and that was clear through her mediocre grades in chemistry and algebra. Numbers are just so hard.

Gareth clicked his tongue, also dreading having to go to class. Oh the woes of being a teenager. “Looks like it’s time to suffer,” he said sadly.

“Just think, after all this we can continue our awesome campaign after school,” Eddie said, nearly salivating at the idea of getting to do their campaign after school. The Hellfire Club was in the middle of quite an intense D&D campaign. It was all gibberish to Bonnie, but she still liked seeing how worked up the boys got over it. She smiled widely and held her books tightly to her chest. “See you, fair maiden!” The two boys then swaggered away through the throngs of teens as Bonnie shook her head at their silliness and turned to head to her own class.

Maneuvering her way through the current of teenagers, Bonnie made her way to her first class of the day. She scurried her way into the chemistry room and took her seat. She could feel the anxiety wafting off of everyone in the room. There was a test coming up soon for this class, and everyone was more than nervous about it. Even Nancy Wheeler, one of the smartest girls in the class, was worrying about it. Mr. Kaminsky is a hard ass when it comes to his tests. Which made Bonnie’s life a living hell. It was no wonder why this class had her worst grade. A damn B-. It was a black mark on her record, in her opinion.

Speaking of Nancy Wheeler, she came waltzing into the room. Her smile glistened in the morning sun as she greeted her peers while heading for her seat, right next to Bonnie. Nancy even gave Bonnie a smile and small greeting before pulling out her notebooks and some blank flashcards.

“Hey, Bonnie, do you mind helping me with my flashcards?” Nancy asked nicely, “Can you write down the last of these answers?”

Bonnie nodded her head and took a few flashcards. Nancy appeared to be more than grateful with the agreement. So Bonnie started to scribble down the answers to the questions on the other side of the flashcard. She was certain that she would most likely end up using these alongside Nancy and Barbra for some studying in class.

Bonnie wouldn’t say that she was friends with either girl. Though they were acquaintances at the very least. They worked together on some projects, had short study groups while in class, and helped each other on homework when they needed it. Though their relationships didn’t go anywhere outside of this classroom. Still, that didn’t mean that Bonnie didn’t know anything about them outside of chemistry.

There was some new gossip that Bonnie has heard recently. Since Bonnie never really spoke or was never really regarded much by her peers, many spoke openly while in her presence. Either they never noticed her or cared to think that she would do anything with the gossip she overhears. Bonnie was privy to quite a few tidbits of information regarding nearly everyone at Hawkins High. She’s heard all about who was dating who, who cheated on who, the things that happen at parties, and many, many more things. Though they were right about one thing, Bonnie wasn’t going to tell anyone about it. Most of the things she heard were useless information. There’s not much that she can do with the info of how Tommy H. cheated on Carol yet again. Though the newest gossip she heard was all about Nancy Wheeler.

Apparently word had gotten around that Steve “The Hair” Harrington had set his sights on her. The pair might be dating? Or was it just another one of Steve’s flings? No one was completely sure just yet. Though Bonnie figured that they were at least somewhat together. Not like she cared. The popular kids were some that Bonnie avoided with how that relentlessly bullied her friends and even herself.

Bonnie had to deal with bullies for most of her time in school in Hawkins. Middle school was slightly better, but high school just amplified it. She’s dealt with popular kids calling her a freak, racists saying some slurs, and mean girls saying she wasn’t girly enough(whatever that meant, Bonnie still wasn’t sure about that one.). Bonnie has found that silence is one of the perfect ways to get them to stop bothering her. After all, they’re just looking for a reaction. By not saying anything in retaliation, they didn’t get the reactions they wanted and they’d leave her alone, for the most part.

The rest of the day was normal and boring. Nothing that exciting happened to Bonnie as she went about her day. Mosing along with her peers from class to class, going to meet up with the Hellfire Club for lunch, and suffering through her gym class. Eventually, the last class of the day came upon her. History class with Mrs. Click. While it was easier than any math related subject for Bonnie, it still wasn’t her favorite. Really the only class that she enjoys is English. Though there was one thing that seemed out of place.

Currently, the class had the assignment of making a presentation about world war 1 with a partner. Something that can be easily done after a few days. The only issue for Bonnie today was that her partner was missing. Sure, people miss school, but it was just slightly unusual for Jonathan Byers. Bonnie figured that he wasn’t a perfect student, no perfect attendance or anything, but his absence just felt… strange. Whatever it was, it didn’t impede her work. She just continued to do some short research and write a script for them when they present. After that, the final bell of the day rang, and the students were finally free.

Grabbing her things and heading down the quickly emptying halls, Bonnie knew just where to go. If she had gone outside to the parking lot, it wouldn’t be a surprise to see that her brother would be nowhere to be found. Just as he said that morning, he wasn’t going to be coming to pick her up today. Surprise, surprise. Though if she’s being honest, Bonnie much preferred it when he didn’t.

When Samuel wasn’t around to take her home from school, it just meant that she got to hang out with the Hellfire Club. So she made her way to their club room with a small skip in her step. She would tell anyone that she very much enjoys hanging around the small group of boys. Even if they were labeled as freaks, they were

“Hey, Bonnie!” Jeff, a fellow sophomore, greeted the girl as she came into the room. The boy gave her a large smile as she sat herself down in the seat between him and Eddie. “Are you ready to see us start an amazing adventure!?” Bonnie nodded her head enthusiastically at the flamboyant way he asked her.

“Come on, children,” Eddie said dramatically as he stood at the head of the table. The aura of adventure and craziness around him grows as his smile grows wide, “it’s time for the fun to begin!”

The rambunctious boys all talked animatedly with each other as they went through their campaign. It was quite the scene to watch from her seat overlooking the table. Most of the time when they talked about spells or locations, it sounded like another language to Bonnie. Though it made her more than happy to see them this giddy and passionate over their hobby. The room was full of contagious feelings of happiness that Bonnie was always infected with. They laughed and groaned all throughout the beginning of the campaign as Eddie was the near perfect DM for the club. He’s always so zealous about his campaigns and does his best to think up the greatest campaigns that he can come up with.

‘He’s so cool,’ Bonnie marveled in her own thoughts as she watched him laugh at the misfortune of his friends.

It became later in the day, close to dinner time and the sky was starting to become night. The boys thought that it was time to call it for the day. It was just the beginning of this new campaign, and it would no doubt last quite a while. All the tricks and misfortune that he put into the game for his friend’s characters to find were both annoying and impressive from their point of view. Though it was time for them to say goodbye for the day. Bonnie said good night to Jeff, Gareth, and Peter as Eddie stuck by her.

“Come on, I’ll give you a ride home.” Eddie said as he laid his arm over her shoulders. So the two waltzed through the near empty halls of their school towards the parking lot. Climbing into the black van, Bonnie buckled herself up in the front passenger seat.

Riding in Eddie’s van was not tense by any means. Sure, Bonnie didn’t speak while they were riding along the streets of Hawkins, but that didn’t mean the van was silent. Eddie usually kept things lively as he went on about the latest song that his band Corroded Coffin had been practicing or the next idea he had for the D&D Campaign. He could speak enough for the both of them when given the chance. Honestly, this had to be the highlight of Bonnie’s day.

The ride was about twenty minutes, but felt like five minutes since the two were having quite a fun time. Soon enough they make it the Ward household, much to their dismay. They sit in the front seats for a short while and say their goodbyes for the night. That usually consisted of Eddie making some grandiose display of displeasure at having to say goodbye while Bonnie silently giggled at his words. If there’s one person who could always make her laugh, it was Eddie Munson, and she loved that.

Watching from the front window, Savannah smiled as she saw Bonnie and Eddie talk and say goodbye to each other. She found the scene quite adorable, and more than glad that Bonnie had a friend like this. “That Munson boy is so nice for taking you home after school.”

David grunted and crossed his arms over his chest, “I don’t like it.”

“Bonnie is a growing girl, dear,” Savannah said while rolling her eyes, “no doubt boys would start to notice.”

He just rolled his eyes, “He’s too old for her, too… strange.”

His wife shook her head at him, “Oh, let them be, he seems perfectly fine.” In her mind, Bonnie is growing into a young woman, it’s fine for her to explore relationships for a bit. Though that didn’t mean they wouldn’t vet her potential boyfriends. As if Savannah would just let some boy sweep her daughter off her feet before finding out everything about him that she could.

“Sam should be taking her home,” David grumbled, “not some boy who no doubt has bad intentions with Bon.” Bonnie then came through the front door, her ever present smile on her face. She greeted her parents with a small wave which earned her a kiss on the head from her mother.

Bonnie made quick work of going into the kitchen to grab herself a snack, ‘I saw a banana in here earlier.’ As she searched for something to munch on, she heard her parents talking.

Savannah shrugged her shoulders, “Samuel should be taking her home. Oh, that man, I’ll be having a talk with him.”

“The only way to get through to him is to kick him out, Savannah.” He was right. It’s been a while since Samuel had to move back in with his parents. Though at this point, David was more than annoyed with him still being around. Samuel is a grown man and should have his life together at this point, in his opinion. David knows Samuel screwed his life up horrendously, though figured that he’d be on his own feet by now. Though that was just wishful thinking for a man like Samuel.

Savannah looked at her husband as if he had said the most scandalous thing, “We don’t need anything too drastic!”

Now taking small bites from her banana, Bonnie thought to herself, ‘we never should have let him move back in.’ After doing something like cheating on your wife, Bonnie didn’t think that Samuel deserved to come back home. She gets that her mom would want to protect her son no matter what, but after doing something like that?

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, the front door opened and in waltzed Samuel. His whistling ceased as he noticed his parents sitting in the living room, staring at him as he walked in. “Hey, mom, dad.”

That was when the floodgates of scolding started, “Samuel Ward, why didn’t you pick up your sister again.” His mother started out with her hand on her hips, “You didn’t pick her up three times last week!”

He scoffed, “She’s a big girl now, she can get her own rides home.”

“Bonnie is a teenager who does not have her license yet, she needs you to take her home!” David said sternly to him, though from the way that Samuel rolled his eyes at that, it wasn’t getting anywhere. The man was still going to deflect any sort of responsibility away from himself, even something as simple as picking up his little sister from school.

Samuel rolled his eyes, “She’s got that Munson freak drivin’ her home, she’s perfectly fine.”

“Samuel!”

As Savannah scolded her son, Bonnie glared at him and punched him as hard as she could in his side. She might allow herself to be called names, but she wouldn’t take that going against her friends.

Samuel grunted, “Ah, bitch!”

“Language!” David nearly roared at his son before looking to his daughter, “Don’t hit your brother either.”

Bonnie just huffed through her nose and marched her way up the stairs. The last thing she wants right now is to be in the tense atmosphere as her brother is told off. Even though she knows that nothing will come of it. No matter how many times her parents told him off for his wrong doing, he kept doing it. Only because he hadn’t faced any real consequences for his actions.

She definitely didn’t want to think about that right now. Hearing the faint arguing of her family from downstairs, she sat down at her desk and pulled out her homework. Until it was dinner time, she’d just constantly sit in her room, in her silence, and do her work. The one thing that she can confidently believe in, silence is a virtue.

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A/n: So I think that this is a pretty okay start for this series. Gotta be honest, its actually so nice to write this way since I have everything already planned out, already written so I don't have to stress about rushing chapters or anything. Means I can take my time with them and end up with a much better quality to my writing. At least, I hope that's how it is lol

I had the idea for Bonnie after listening to the Go-Go's last month and thought 'How would I write a character who doesn't really speak?' I saw it as a challenge with myself since I like to write dialogue and make the conversations between characters as realistic as I can. Having a character whos more show don't tell with their expressions in a sense seems like good practice for writing, not gonna lie. So I just thought I haven't written much for Stranger Things and I ended up rewatching season 4 the week I came up with Bonnie and thought, why not write a new Stranger Things fic and we are here :)

In the beginning I thought maybe making Bonnie's story just a oneshot, cause I want to write those a bunch and post them to my Tumblr at some point. Though I just got to into writing more about her background and creating her family. I got carried away and now it's gonna be a full fic lmao

Though I am gonna be working on some oneshots of plenty of different fandoms that I might make a oneshot fic or just keep them on my Tumblr, I'm not sure yet. But I have many fics that are half baked and wouldn't be good to be fleshed out in a full fic, so oneshots they will become! Plus writing out some short blurbs, oneshots, headcannons even would be interesting. I've never done that before, it'll be a new experience lmao

Let me know what you thought of it! Until the next one my friends~! See you next Wednesday!

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jakesuit0 · 2 years

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Crystals Have Power Review

Jake accidentally hurts Finn while wrestling. As an older brother, I can relate to accidentally hurting my little brother while rough housing. But, it’s not really fair for Jake to use his magic powers to win! Finn doesn’t have it in him to be honest at how much pain he’s in, but it’s clear he’s had the wind knocked out of him.

Jake remembers the time he knocked out Jermaine as a kid, causing Joshua to return in his second flashback. He is giant sized here. In another flashback this episode he is back to his normal size, so I guess that’s just Jake’s perception of his dad’s authority. Joshua’s hard ass personality is established with him assuring Jake that it’s good he knocked out Jermaine. Joshua telling Jake he’s going to “hurt everybody” pushes Jake to swear off violence. Jake isn’t usually the one to get much of a character arc in an episode. This takes Jake to the most emotional and unstable place we’ve ever seen him. But, this is only a good thing if it is handled well.

Crystal guards enter the treehouse through a portal. Finn naively asks them if they are good or evil. Of course, they just say they are good. They forcibly take Finn through the portal and trap him in a crystal ball to crystalize him. Jake still doesn’t want to use violence to save Finn. Instead, he tries peaceful means like talking to the guards and trying to use mind powers. This of course doesn’t work. The whole reason Jake got turned off from violence in the first place was because it hurt Finn. So, it doesn't make sense for Jake’s character to not want to use violence to stop others from hurting Finn. He already learned this lesson in “His Hero”!

The crystallization first takes effect on Finn’s right arm as he screams, “my arm!”. This isn’t something viewers would catch on their first time watching this episode, but this is the first time Finn losing his arm is foreshadowed. Jake runs away crying when his peaceful methods don’t work. I do think it's sweet how Finn defends Jake when the guards make fun of Jake’s breakdown. Finn is fully turned into crystal as Jake’s slow motion “controlled attack” does nothing but cause the guards slight annoyance.

Suddenly, Tree Trunks returns. It’s revealed to Finn and Jake that she wasn’t killed from eating the crystal apple in her season one episode, but instead was transported to the Crystal Dimension. She used her new crystal powers to become queen. This makes for the first real sequel episode. I like the interconnectivity but it makes the lack of a follow up on Finn and Jake seeing their friend “die” even stranger. In universe, Finn and Jake should have been more upset about her supposed death following the episode. I do like that Finn and Jake are immediately just happy to see that Tree Trunks is alive.

The flashback to the events of the season one episode aren’t even consistent with what we saw in that episode. She isn’t wearing the dress and lipstick she had on. She eats the whole thing instead of just one bite. It’s really sloppy to not even get details like those right when trying to build off previous events in the series. Tree Trunks wants Finn crystalized so he can be her crystal king. Yes, it is very creepy that Finn’s grandmother role wants to marry and fuck him. She even uses the word “sexy”. Yuck.

Jake hits his head and has a dream with Joshua and Jermaine. The episode subtly confirms that Joshua is dead when Jake asks Jermaine if he’s dead. Apparently no, they are just dreaming at the same time. Jake not even knowing if his brother is alive or not works well with lore established later about Jermaine losing contact with his brothers. Other than that, Jermaine does not jive well with his character in the rest of the series, who only really starts playing a role in season six. He barely speaks here but his voice could not sound more different. Obviously they haven’t figured out his role in the series yet, but his later episodes retroactively make this episode even weirder. Jesse Moynihan has admitted to not thinking through the repercussions of giving Finn and Jake a brother. At least it did start an interesting mystery of the whereabouts of Jermaine for several years.

Joshua reveals that Jake didn’t let him finish. He was going to say that Jake’s going to “hurt everybody who is evil”. Jake finding all this out through a dream is already too weird to make sense. Joshua not finishing his sentence earlier makes even less sense and is so forced. It’s also inconsistent with the first flashback. Joshua said it was a good thing that Jake knocked out Jermaine. But, Jermaine isn’t evil. So then Joshua shouldn’t have praised Jake for that? This dumb explanation is enough to make Jake immediately snap out of his funk, making this whole conflict feel pointless.

The Tree Trunks storyline is also wrapped up anticlimactically with Jake just immediately kicking her gut. This causes her to throw up the apple. Tree Trunks was introduced so late into the episode that it had no time to be fleshed out, making it also feel pointless. Even though I hate Tree Trunks’ portrayal in this episode, I’m really glad she came back. She becomes one of the best recurring characters in the series. Having her immediately feel guilty is a good move. I would be able to explain away her creepiness from the possession of the crystal apple. However, we would still be wondering why she wanted Finn of all people. The episode decides to explain why. The explanation involves a totally back to normal Tree Trunks basically confessing to having feelings for Finn. That’s obviously problematic. Even Finn is very uncomfortable. Thankfully these feelings are never shown again in the series but it's still very jarring and a terrible interpretation of her character.

Jake says that if he had a penny for every time someone went crazy on magical energy, he’d be Abraham Lincoln. This is the only time someone refers to Abe by his real name instead of the King of Mars. Not sure what to make of that other than it’s weird. It also doesn’t line up with what we saw in the previous episode. Jake literally just went crazy with party magic! Finn is also back to normal. I’m not really sure why kicking the gem out of TT would also restore Finn. The guard’s crystallization weapons didn’t have any connection to the gem that we know of. Finn, Jake, and Tree Trunks travel through a portal back to Ooo to eat some apple pie.

This is Jesse Moynihan’s first time storyboarding an episode. I love Jesse, but his work here was rough. Jake looks off-model, something Jesse has expressed regret for. It is not quite as bad with Jake though, since he is a shapeshifter.

Other than a few good lines, and a cool location, pretty much every component of this episode is handled really badly. Jake’s conflict is forced and contrived in multiple ways. The attempt at continuity is sloppy and feels like a waste given how little time there is for Tree Trunks’ story. It feels like a frankenstein mashup of two different plots. “His Hero” did the “pacifism is bad” story better. Last episode’s “Power Animal” did the “Jake struggling to fight his mind and save Finn” plot better. This episode went through multiple rewrites and it really shows.

Grade: D-

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arlertsbaby · 2 years

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nsfw alphabet - r. weasley

hii babes! im so glad i finally got the time to do a quick nsfw alphabet on one of my fav characters. hope yall enjoy!

-lai

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

- hmm.. where do i start with this sweet babe!! he sticks around you after sex, usually grabbing the remote from his side of the nightstand, turning on netflix for the two of you to watch while you drift to sleep < / 333

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

- rons' favorite body part of his is most definitely his hands, because he knows you love them too!! ;) also he uses them a lot in bed

i'd say his favorite body part of yours is your torso, he just loves hugging you and holding your waist close to him

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

- im gonna take this section as a "where do they cum?" typa scenario. i think he enjoys cumming on your stomach, esp when you too are in missionary and he's pulling out

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he's smelled your underwear while you were on vacation hdhdhd

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i feel like ron has had his fair share of sexual partners in the past, so im gonna say he is fairly experienced on how things work down there.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

either reverse cowgirl or doggy style, he's def the type of guy to enjoy seeing ass bounce fs

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

ron is more serious in the moment, unlike his older brothers lmfao

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

he definitely isn't the type of guy to shave it all off, so i'm going to assume/say he keeps it tamed but still pretty hairy

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

ron is really into you and how you feel. he'll be so touchy, not for the sexual pleasure, but just because he likes feeling his pretty s/o ^^

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i headcanon that he likes filming himself when he's alone , mainly to send to you later

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

when i found out that ron was 6'1 , the first think i had thought of was that he has a size kink !! maybe corruption too? idk those are the only ones i'd see him having

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he's more of a basic guy lmao, bed or couch are your go to's when you're feeling in the mood

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

seeing you doing things around the house as simple as doing your classwork for lectures just.. turns him on. he likes being able to reward you after you're done with all that hard work !

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i think his most specific turn off is when you two are having some alone time in his dorm , and he can hear his roommate come home throught the front door , he just doesn't like to continue knowing that you two aren't completely alone

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he loves giving more than he loves receiving. everything about making you feel good is just so special to him

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

definitely a slow tease kinda guy. he wants to hear you beg for him to go faster, and see you desperate for more

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

this man does not do quickies lmao, if he's in the mood in the morning, he won't mind a 30-minute session tho

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he is down with anything you wanna do! he loves trying out new kinks, new scenarios, he's all for it :)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can probably go for 3-4 rounds almost everytime, depending on what you're up for

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he once surprised you with one of those 8-inch vibrating wands from spencers, and trust me , yall use it OFTEN lmfao

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he teases a lot, even when you two aren't having sex. he likes seeing you all hot and bothered

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

when i tell you,,, this man is VOCAL. he loves moaning in your ear, grunting, etc. he also does whimper occasionally

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he likes sliding his hand under your shirt while you two are having a private movie night in his bed ;))) im freaking out

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

a bit above average, 6 1/2 inches, slight curve upwards, light pink tip, think owen gray dick fr

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

his sex drive isn't really high, you two probably enjoy having sex once or twice a week :)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

this man is big on aftercare, so he'll stay up until he's sure that you're asleep, and then settle down

i enjoyed filling this out sm!! babes, lmk if you'd like me to go into detail with anything, im always up nd happy to write a few one-shots !!

-lai

#ron weasley smut #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley #ron weasley fic #harry potter smut #harry potter writing #harry potter #smut

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kakubun · 3 years

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itching hands

pairings: bonten x chubby!reader

a/n: this was supposed be for december but i'm impatient🕴

warnings: suggestive, bonten

life with bonten series

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these men will bark at you if you ever had the time to be insecure about yourself

hold on tight to your seat cause i'm sure these executives won't let you

especially these easter egg mfs, you never know what's in each of these peoples' minds

sanzu

he lets a lot of things slip from his mind and specially his comments about you

he ranges from thirsty to intense staring at any part of your body where if i say so, it's gonna be a lot more pg

eventhough he's weirdly obsessive of how you look, he means good! it's just that his lameo ass can't say or spell it out to you without sounding like a pervert

he enters your apartment in search of any of the haitani brothers to pick up their report on the last mission and maybe you so he could easily find the two since they always muted their phones when busy.

at first, he wanted to reward himself with a little something since he did a little running around here and there, why not look into your fridge? he slowly opened it because of instinct and almost fell on his knees when he saw sweet cakes topped with icing. he reached out to it as if it's begging for him to just eat it up and he drooled with how soft it looked but a grab to his wrist startled him when he looked at the person in alarm, a quirk of your eyebrows immediately lead him to explain what he's here for.

"uh searching for haitani- by the way can i eat that-" you wiped his drool that ran down his chin with a tissue hastily, in full exaggeration the bright pink haired man is an absolute sweet tooth. he finally let his eyes set on you and he looked comedic with his wide eyes when he looked down at your soft thighs in the comfy shorts you wore.

you ignored his staring and sighed, pointing to the label of the sweet cake which had rindou's name on it but you changed your mind due to said man pouting and took out the cake and peeled off the label, offering to sanzu who drooled again but he doesn't know what's his drooling for anymore (rindou can always order another cake anyways). you closed the fridge and stretched, moving into the living room to lay on the sofa.

he felt content with his dessert, all he needed was a place to sit and he just felt that the perfect place was between, between, man he couldn't help it but stare at plushiness of your thighs. he wanted to bite it.

"can i lay myself between your thighs?"

a silent staring contest was held maybe, if people were to walk in at the moment but with a smirk you patted yourself.

"go ahead darling"

after a while

"y/n did you ate my cake!?" rindou gruffly yelled out and he didn't know what did he just walked into, you brushing and massaging sanzu's head while he hums and kisses up your thighs with the empty plate near his feet and rindou massaged his temples to not drag the male between your thighs into a body bag.

but he failed so sorry sanzu.

ran walked in with an amused stare when sanzu haven't noticed them yet and y/n laughed to rindou who was starting to march up to sanzu to grab both his ankles.

ran lazily stumbled to the sofa with his legs spread while watching whatever the hell the two were doing when sanzu finally woke up from his fantasies, fly high sanzu🕊🕊

ran leaned in to whisper to you when you secretly recorded the fight, asking why you finally offered sanzu a place to lay when you didn't let him lay between when he asked you so many times. you looked over at him with your mischevious eyes and he knows damn well he needs to do more than just asking.

extra!!:

"WAAAHH Y/N THEY BULLIED ME !!" you don't if sanzu's faking his loud crying or not with tears begin to slip past his cheek when he pointed at the haitanis and rindou had no shame in admitting what he done when his older brother blinked in confusion.

you tried to hold in any chortles or laughter coming out because the pink boy had his worst when rindou bent his leg over his head while muttering how he should've killed sanzu from day one. you held out your arms and he immediately flopped you to the coach when he pushed and smothered into your scent.

the haitanis still don't why you adore that crazed man baby who likes killing people and making them confess their crimes, you said you found it really annoyingly cute that's why you had haru in your arms who nibbled on you like a baby.

just hope that the treatment with haru doesn't go on and on and you actually do something about it instead of kissing his tears away and cuddled with him.

kakucho

he feels disrespectful to how much staring he does to you on a daily basis

the way you walk, your hips popping and the curve of your hip dips makes him go crazy

he wonders if he could just hold onto your waist or just touch onto your hips, he might faint touching the roughness of your stretch marks as if he's been blessed by pure heaven

he's obsessed with how you present yourself to the others

if only he was a little more bolder, he could admire it closer if he just asked (?)

"have you taken an interest in y/n, kaku?" ran's eyes glanced at kakucho's hard staring at your crossed legs and he stopped, scoffing at ran's word but the older haitani had a plan up his sleeves.

y/n sat nearby kokonoi's table doing their own thing, looking like a sweet thing that had kakucho's glued on them that ran couldn't help pointing it out and it didn't help kakucho's poor heart when mikey suddenly interrupted the conversation.

"kakucho, please assist y/n on where's they want to go at the moment" it made kakucho perk up, startled by the sudden job of bodyguard and he looked back at ran who winked at him. no no no this isn't what he wanted, what was he planning?

it's annoying on how this puppy crush of his grew even more worse, your whole personality draws him towards you, making him feel like a kid again because of how nonchalant you are with him. he felt laidback being with you is like the calm after a storm with his work and shenanigans in bonten.

he watched from a distance when you looked over the things on your list, kakucho also gathered some of the things you wanted into a little basket and cancelling some out so you didn't have to get them anymore and you thanked him with your pretty smile.

he scanned the area around him and held himself back from punching when this one creepo think they're being sleak with how they kept eyeing you, kakucho either think he was a pick pocket or a flirt but he kept a good metres away from him to see what he was doing but he was ready to turn towards you if they got any closer.

you turned towards kakucho, waving your hand to come to you and he immediately went, feeling more pissed off towards the person creeping in on you slowly but he felt your rough palm on the skin of his wrist wrapping it around your waist. he unconsciously squeezed around you, pulling you close as he shot a nasty glare towards the person who backed off, seeing the intense look from the half blind which they didn't dare messing with.

you both walk away, heading towards the counter as you laughed behind the palm of you hand; still in position of kakucho tightly holding onto your waist where he panicked when he realized how hard he's latching onto you.

"hah~ you're so-"

still choking on your laughter, he akwardly shuffles to the side in embarassment and it added more fuel to the fire when he remembered how he held your waist and he excused himself before combusting in front of you and went away for a few seconds.

you have to say but you gotta thank ran for this plan, even if the creepo appeared out of nowhere, atleast you got to see how bonten nunber 3 reacts to his dream coming true~

kokonoi

he mostly admires you in silence and gets distracted if he ever talks to somebody

just his eyes trailing down every curve on your body and just daydreams about them (as in like cuddling pls)

the other executives would notice how his eyes are always on you in every meeting youre in and would tease him about it when you leave the room like ran would comment 'so thats where your head was this whole time hm?'

kokonoi love your pictures, he feels creepy stalking your pictures but he can't help but gush into the palm of his hand of your stunning you look, you make him faint whenever you had suprise pictures of you in dresses and he feel like his whole body is on fire.

ran taps the head of his pen to the temple of kokonoi's head and he slams his phone down and put on a poker face, it faltering when he clenched his teeth already knowing what's coming. ran sneered to how much of a simp he was and flicked the back of his head, pointing towards the door of his office; telling him any moment you're gonna come by and koko swats his hand away, knowing the haitani was just teasing him but his eyes nearly bulged out when you actually swung by.

all sleepy and dreamy like, his heart getting squeezed and the older haitani patting you towards koko who unexpectantly had you in your lap, your weight tapping him out of his daydreams as you hugged him tighter.

"my my, tired baby ain't ya?" he put on his proper poker face he got from the back of his desk, trying not to falter when you sleepily ranted on how work was terribly tiring and he patted your back shakily, not wanting to push you off due to extreme nervousness. he joked with you telling that he could just pay you easily if you work under him and you pushed his chest with your head bonk .

"ywou drhon just-mphm-hrmm" him heating up to how close with you works because he was the best heat warmer you could ask for, he felt bad for moving you to the coach but he just needed a comfortable position for you sleep in because you sitting on him? naaah, he's a puddle by the end of it.

the urge to take a picture was really strong so he took out his phone and angle his phone down to catch your drool slipping out of you and smiled feverishly to how dorky you looked.

koko felt like he could fuck up more of his feelings staring at your sleeping face, he rubbed his finger on your fat cheek you smooshed onto the coach and shifted a little in your sleep to adjust the blanket more closer to you. koko's touches were hesitant, didn't want to be a pervert when all he did was touch your soft cheek.

he wanted to just hold you close to his chest and have you against him but his prickling anxiety said otherwise, his awful thoughts and stubborness entertaining the shit out of him. you nearly give him a heart attack when one of your eyes open when he wanted to take his second picture and you latched onto his wrist. koko squawked and you couldn't help but burst out in guffaws to how panicked he looked when you caught him.

if anyone saw this scene, koko surely would die of embarassment and he'll dig his grave himself but unfortunely he will eventually when the blinking red of somebody's recording was capturing every moment of it.

haitani brothers

the duo who makes you nervous with their hard stares on you

these two are also pretty touchy so it's dangerous when they're handsy with one of your body parts

rindou are obsessed with your chubbiness, poking it just to see his finger bounce back; comedically

he loves being close with you because you're so squishy??? the type of guy who plays with your squishiness like you're a stress toy and holds himself back from biting

you're the greatest fridge or heat bag on the off days he haves, just wrapped up in blankets and you makes him sleep like a baby

as discussed earlier, ran wants to his head between your thighs; don't be suprised when one day he felt like he should get killed by them and you reject his acceptance towards death

he's a leg man and likes sleeping on your lap or kissing them or he just does anything with them (if you don't mind)

you just gotta remember these two are menaces right next to sanzu cause they'll bother you about it like forever if they can

after seeing the endless babying of sanzu, rindou turns to his brother who was lost in his thoughts and tapped his shoulder with the back of his hand. he lifted his eybrow, needing a response to how quiet he became and ran gave him a sly smile.

"you look at y/n like you wanna eat them up" ran shrugged, placing his elbow on rindou's shoulder as he slipped a comment on how he can eat y/n in other ways while rindou scrunched up in disgust. sanzu then emerged right next to rindou, telling them to give their report; damn well distracted when you started brushing and massaging his head a few moments ago.

rindou pointed towards the window, telling sanzu to fetch the files in his car while 'lightly' threatening him to buy another cake for him and the pink haired boy waved him off as if his threatening didn't give him flashbacks to how rindou almost squeezed his organs out of his ribcage when he looked at the empty plate.

when sanzu disappeared out of the house, rindou pulled you by the waist and onto his lap. squeezing your fat and kissing up your neck, he grazed a sweet spot but you swatted him telling him what's gotten into him. ran lay his head on your lap and looked like a satisfied brat when you look back at him then his brother all confused like.

rindou couldn't spare anymore time so he whispered in your ear, telling how much of a nuisance his older brother was and pleaded you to let him do what he wished to do. ran quirked his eyebrows, leaning up to kiss you while you teased him more by placing a finger on his lips.

"using your brother as a way to get me to do your thing instead of asking me in the nicest way? how cruel haitani, don't you know how torturous it is for your brother to put up with you?"

he smirks, knowing how much of a tease you were and feigned his sigh. rindou clamped his hands over this ears to not hear whatever the hell is this and tilted his head comfortably on your neck.

you shifted off rindou's lap, letting the man going after your sweet self place his head on your tummy as he happily shifts himself to a tiny nap to wait for sanzu to get back from whatever he got himself into because they could hear him shouting at the phone when he was unlocking the car door.

you looked over at rindou and placed a finger on your lips, smiling with your eyes closed when you don't want to disturb his sleeping brother in bliss.

ran just doesn't need to know rindou had his many turns sleeping with you this week compared to him~

mikey

he likes sleeping on you, his titled pillow he seeks for at the end of the day

he usually goes to you whenever he has a hard time sleeping and you try your best to advice him on how he should take care od his eyebags and weak body

he likes listening to your whispering before he goes to sleep so he asks you to talk more (command maybe)

"mikey..?"

"mph?"

"please i need to get up"

he uses your entire body as a pillow to swing his leg over ._. . from the very start, he makes you worried that you might've done or said something wrong to him but his thoughts were completely filled with how he can melt into you and be a handy pillow for him if he can't sleep easily.

to break the ice of what he thinks of you, you hummed quietly and awfully close to him on why he was staring at you but he completley dodges the question, rather he wants to show you why he's staring so he asks if he can touch you. he was uo close and personal on the first into with you but he didn't have bad intentions.. because afterwards you were legit cradling him.

sanzu was raising his eyebrows teasingly when their boss was sound asleep on your shoulder and you run your hands to his hair while glaring at sanzu to not make any noise. kakucho tried putting a straight face on but it's complelety leaving him when he heard his boss sleep talk.

he was babbling nonsense to you which you tried to reply to him but his mouth was jammed shut because there was some point where he got mad at you for not replying and sanzu was rolling on the floor and kakucho had to walk out to laugh with sanzu, dragging the pink hair out of the office. you cooed at him to relax instead of thrashing back and forth and he stopped, planting his face into your neck which makes you feel really tickled.

you're just grateful he's getting some sleep and you kissed him good night and a faint smile shows up on his face when you hugged him tight.

(and the other executives in the other room cracking up about mikey and you NSBJSBD)

akashi

he likes carrying you, stealing you away from the other executive when they're disturbing you

you can't feel insecure with this man because he was the dirtiest way with his words that he whispers to you that can turn any guy or girl red

he'll surely gouge out any prying eyes that mock or stare at you for too long

"why cat got your tongue?" your mouth agape when he was busy doing pushups on the mat and his back muscles flex even more when you came by, the smirk on his face didn't help making you flustered while you sat near him. panicking on the inside, he stopped for a water break and sat next to you.

you prayed to not shake so visibly becaue this hot ass man right now makes you lose all sense of human nature with how big he was, he placed his bottle down and shifted closer to you. bending down a little to arch his back to crack a little, he said he needed you on his back for his pushups. he can easily see the confusion you had on your face and he chuckled, getting up to begin and he usher you to start climbing on his back.

"cmonnn~ i'm strong, you're afraid i'll drop you?"

this man wanted a death wish but you think you'll die first because of how much of a tease he was, his back was kinda comfortable so you tugged on him like a koala, he called you needy and he says he's right you'll enjoy it. enjoy what exactly? too scared to ask this man because of the potential of a heart attack.

it becomes a daily thing to be honest, just having you on his back to flex off his strength that you were impressed that he didn't break and kept his composure. he held you close or carries you on his back cause he wants to, running away from the others who were fighting over you.he was a dangerous man because he could easily take your breath away with how secretive he is.

heck, i think he just did.

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MR. REIGNS

Prompt: Requested by nonny

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, degradation (name calling), flirting, daddy kink, sir kink, age gap

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @ziasaph , @theworldofotps , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @wickedsunfire , @akiko-tanaka , @aerynscrichton , @sassymox , @waywardwrestlewritingwaif , @reigns-5sos , @lustyromantic , @auawdo , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @nicolewoo , @writtingrose , @bayley-no-friends

Notes: Disclaimer - For respect purposes, I’ll be using a fictional name for Roman’s daughter on this fic. If you’d like to check out my other works, you can find them on my Masterlist

It’s finally Senior Year - and what a fucking relief that is! No more stressful and endless studying hours, no more busting our asses off for mediocre grades, no more shitty frat parties “and last - but certainly not least- no more breaking up with asshole boyfriends at said crappy parties!

I don’t like younger guys. They’re inexperienced, get flustered easily, and don’t care whatsoever about reciprocating pleasure towards their girlfriends or hookups! I like older men...there's something about them that’s just perfect. “When I first met Amber Reigns, I never imagined that I would be blessed with such an amazing best friend. That’s why I knew it was wrong to have the hots for her father, but c’mon! Have you seen the man? He’s delicious! And I’m made of flesh and blood, therefore I have my weaknesses too. And Mr. Reigns is one of my biggest weaknesses.

“Y/N” Amber peeked her head inside my dorm room “Are you ready? My dad’s waiting for us in the parking lot”

“Yeah, I got everything I need” I said while putting on my backpack

“Do you mind going to the car? I’ll be right behind you, I just need to leave some books at the library, because if I don’t they’ll fine me like twenty dollars” She rolled her eyes in annoyance

I giggled “Sure. But don’t take too long flirting with the library boy” I responded in a teasing tone

She stuck her tongue out and left.

I made my way towards the parking lot and saw him standing there, leaning sexily against his pickup truck. He was wearing an extremely tight black tank top, which did nothing but accentuate his rippling muscles and tanned skin that were on full display. The intricate patterns of his tattoo could be seen from afar, the way the black lines molded to his skin like a shield never failed to turn me on, and a pair of black joggers caressed his strong thighs beautifully. His long, black, silky hair was tied up in a tight knot at the back of his head....the man was a fucking sight for sore eyes!

“Hello, Y/N” He greeted with a smile

“Mr. Reigns” I said shyly

He grabbed my backpack and placed it in the trunk of his car “How are you?”

“I’m good, sir. How are you?”

“Better now” He winked and smirked. And I almost came in my pants

“Where’s Amber?”

“She went to the library to return some books, sir”

“Don’t I get a hug?” He smiled

I awkwardly hugged him as I felt the smell of his cologne filling up my lungs and this weird feeling of wholesomeness took over me

“Let’s get inside the car, it’s too hot out here” He laughed

Amber had invited me to spend this holiday weekend with her family, and since I wasn’t feeling much in the mood to go home, I said yes. The only thing I didn’t know was that she planned on going to Mr. Reigns’ house instead of her mom’s house. Before I could fantasize in my daydreams for too long, Amber had returned from the library and hopped into the vehicle.

“Who will be spending the weekend with us?” Amber asked as she fastened her seatbelt

“Your uncles will be coming tomorrow afternoon with your cousins. Your brother decided to go to his girlfriend’s parents, and your sister is coming over on Sunday” Mr. Reigns replied as he turned onto the highway leading to his home.

During the two hour long ride, Mr. Reigns and Amber spent most of the trip conversing animatedly, occasionally asking me a question or two to keep me from feeling too left out, but I let them mostly catch up amongst themselves.

When we got to his place it was the end of the afternoon, and Mr. Reigns went to the kitchen to cook us dinner. I took the opportunity to shower and change into some clean clothes, nothing fancy though, just a pair of yoga pants and a gray tank top. While Amber was taking one of her famously long baths, I got bored and decided to go downstairs to see what Mr. Reigns was cooking.

“Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He smirked

“Amber is taking a bath” I rolled my eyes in fake annoyance

“Oh great” He grunted, but a smile danced on his lips “That will be quick” He joked, and I laughed in response

“So when is your girlfriend coming?” I asked nonchalantly and leaned against the kitchen island as he chopped some carrots

“Girlfriend?” He chuckled “I know nothing about that”

“How is that possible?” I asked in disbelief

“I don’t need someone in my life in order to be happy, Y/N”

“I’m not saying you do, Mr. Reigns. I’m just saying I find it hard to believe that a man like you doesn’t have a girlfriend”

“And why aren’t YOU spending the holidays with your boyfriend?” He teased

“Boyfriend? I know nothing about that” I mocked

He cackled “And why not? Maybe a boy in college wants to be your boyfriend?”

“I don’t like young guys” I shrugged

“Oh really?” He scooted closer “What do you like then?”

“I like older men”

“How old?” He flirted

The vixen part of my brain woke up once I saw the fire in his eyes “Around your age”

“My age?”

I nodded

“And what does a twenty two year old little girl like you know about men my age?” He licked his lips

“Oh Mr. Reigns...I know a lot” I smirked

………………………………………………………………………………………..

We went to sleep late that night, so the next morning I didn’t even hear Amber calling for me so we could go to the grocery store. When I slowly opened the door of the guest bedroom, I heard Mr. Reigns saying:

“I’ll stay here with her and you go to the store, because God forbid if I forget to buy whatever is your addiction at the moment” He chuckled

“Dad, stop!” She giggled “You’re making me sound like a terrible person, AND it’s Twinkies, ok?”

“Again? I thought it was chocolate with nuts”

“Nope, it’s Twinkies now, and just for that, I’ll buy an extra box just to piss you off” She laughed deviously and left out the door.

When her car left towards the highway, I saw Mr. Reigns going up the stairs and coming towards my guest bedroom. I quickly went to the bathroom so I could brush my teeth.

Mr. Reigns slowly opened the door of my room as I was leaving the bathroom.

“So you’re awake?”

“I woke up when Amber was leaving”

“Why didn’t you go to the store with her?”

“Wasn’t feeling like it. Why are you in my room, Mr. Reigns?”

“I came to check on you”

“Why? Do I need someone watching over my sleep?” I laughed

“I just wanted to make sure you were ok, Y/N”

With a smirk on my lips, I said “So you had no other intentions AT ALL?”

“Would you like me to have other intentions?” He chuckled

“Who wouldn’t?”

“You know this is wrong, right?”

“If I heard it correctly, Mr. Reigns, you were the one who wanted to stay behind, and you are the one who came up here” I shrugged

“Touché” He pushed me down on the bed, and covered my body with his

“If it’s so wrong, why are you doing it, sir?”

“Because” He licked his lips “Everything that is forbidden tastes sweeter, don’t you think?”

I giggled while my hands dipped inside his white t-shirt “That’s your shitty excuse?” And chuckled “C’mon, I know you can do better than that”

He cackled “Maybe...or maybe it’s the truth” His hands pulled my satin shorts down “I’ve thought about this ever since I first saw you”

“So why did it take you so long to do something about it?”

“I wanted to make sure you felt the same” His lips brushed against mine

“We better hurry up before someone gets here”

“It takes two and a half hours to get to the store and back, baby. We’ve got plenty of time” He smirked and kissed my lips deeply.

His full lips tasted like caramel coffee, something he drank every morning without a fail. I undid his perfect bun and let his black, silky hair fall upon his shoulders as we kissed. Moaning into the kiss, I pulled his hair while I wiggled my hips, which made him groan.

“So eager” He slapped my ass “I like that. Makes me wanna fuck you even harder”

He took my wrists and locked them on top of my head while rubbing his bulge against my core.

“Please, daddy” I moaned “Please fuck my pussy”

He growled at my pleading and pulled his joggers down quickly. Roman teased my clit with his tip, sliding it up and down my folds, applying more pressure every time he hit my little nub.

“No more teasing, Mr. Reigns... Please...”

Roman smirked and slid in me with one soft thrust.

“Fuck” We moaned together

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he filled my core like nothing else. His size was beyond perfect to me and I couldn’t hold back my moans of pleasure any longer.

“That’s my good little slut, moan for the one who owns this pussy” He pulled all the way out, until just the tip was in, and then he went in again with a rough thrust

“Oh yes, Mr. Reigns. Keep going please” I moaned loudly

He gripped me by the neck and chuckled “Such a needy whore! I love seeing what I can do to you. The power I have over you...How you lose yourself while I fuck you” He slapped my ass vigorously “You’ve been waiting a long time to have me in you, haven’t you, my sweet whore?”

“Yes, sir” I panted

“Then tell me! Who’s my filthy little slut?”

“Me, daddy”

He snarled before fucking me faster “Say it!”

“I’m your filthy little slut, sir” Tears started to gather in my eyes, as I could feel overstimulation being so close

“Then cum for me, like a filthy, little, slut” He whispered in my ear, while pinching my clit.

It didn’t take him long to reach his high, and Roman quickly pulled out and spilled his seed on my mound.

He leaned down and captured my lips in a sweet kiss

“C’mon, let’s get cleaned up” Roman looked up at the clock and continued “And if we’re quick enough in the shower, we can have another round before someone gets here”

He picked me up in his arms, bridal style and whispered

“I still need to taste this pussy or else I’m gonna become a mad man” He smirked when I gasped

And ran towards the bathroom.

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