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oh my god they're engaged to be engaged...

(also this is entirely separate from the izzyguana series fyi, but my god I have drawn their little island so many times by now)

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ID: 1a. Wide shot of Stede and Ed's ramshackle house on a hill of long grass, a forested mountain sliding into the sea behind them as the sun peeks above the waves, painting them orange and yellow. Some work has been put into the house since they found it: the holes in the roof have been boarded over or covered with tarp, a rickety porch railing and staircase off the left side have been built on from scraps, oil lamps have been hung on each corner, and an addition on the right side is in progress, rocks stacked on the wood-slat roof and tarps hanging from unfinished walls. Planks of wood, tools, and fishing poles are leaned up against the porch, the path to the house has been cleared out and defined by stones and shells, and a wooden sign out front has the words "Best Little Inn By The Sea! +fishing equipment" carved into it. Stede and Ed, wearing a teal blouse with brown leather trousers and purple tee with black leather trousers respectively, are standing on the porch and looking out over the land, arms around each others waist. Stede raises his arm in a wave and shouts, "Great to see you two! Come again any time!" In the foreground, Pete and Lucius are walking down the path away from the house, looking tired. Pete has one arm around Lucius's shoulders and his eyes are closed, head listing to the side. Lucius covers his mouth as he yawns, lifting the other to throw a halfhearted wave over his shoulder. 1b. Waist-up in profile of Stede and Ed on the porch, sunrise behind them. Closest to the viewer, Stede stares out after their guests, hand lowering, smile fading to something a little bittersweet. Ed leans into Stede, free hand in his pants pocket, and rests his head in the crook of his neck as he follows Stede's gaze with a thoughtful smile. Ed asks, "You ever think about that for us?" 1c. Repeat. Stede's hand drops further, wrist dangling, as he turns his face toward Ed with a bewildered smile. "What?" Ed straightens from his cuddle, embarrassed, but keeps his right hand on Stede's waist. His left gestures randomly as he scrunches up his face, avoiding Stede's gaze. He explains, "Y'know...the matie-monie thing, whatever."

2a. Zoom out slightly; Stede takes a step back toward the house to face Ed as he pivots with his back toward the yard. They are still connected waist-to-hand. Stede plants his free hand on his hip with a smug little smirk and says, "Well I certainly hope that's not your proposal." Ed waves his free hand in a 'stop' motion, flustered as he meets his partner's eyes, and splutters "Wha- no! No, mate, I just... 'M having a dialogue." 2b. Repeat, zoom in. Ed dips his chin to look up at Stede through his lashes, red-faced and accepting defeat as he mumbles, "...How would you want it to go, though? Hypothetically." Stede giggles helplessly, free hand leaving his hip to rest fingertips on Ed's chest. 2c. Repeat, the background cutting out in favor of the sunrise occurring between them. They are almost forehead-to forehead, both of Stede's hands now pressed to Ed's chest and idly playing with the tips of his hair. Ed stares at his face with hooded eyes. Stede smiles, gaze lowered to focus on his hands, and says "Oh, I don't know. A bit of romance, you know. Dazzle." 2d. Repeat, zoom in to bust, background now mottled oranges and yellows. Ed raises his head to look past Stede with a frown, brow furrowed in confusion as he repeats blankly, "Dazzle." Stede hums idly to himself, concentrating on petting Ed's chest. 2e. Repeat. Stede lifts his head with a little smile, putting them nose-to-nose and adds, "I wouldn't say no to some fireworks." Ed flusters at the pointed reminder of their first time, cheeks turning red and a wobbly smile creeping across his face.

3a. Repeat. Stede asks, "What about you?" Ed leans back from their embrace, smile turning incredulous as he repeats, "Me?!" 3b. Waist up of Ed as he turns, sunrise at his back, to lean his left arm against the porch railing. He glances over the yard with a resigned little frown, fiddling with a piece of his hair with his right hand. He replies, "I dunno. Never really thought about it." 3c. Chest up of Stede as he mirrors Ed's pose with a fond if slightly amused smile, stairs and forest behind him. Offscreen, Ed continues, "Bet you had a whole scrapbook of ideas, eh?" 3d. Repeat. Stede straightens with a "Well!" and turns his body to face the house. 3e. Knees-up from the house POV as both men lean against the porch railing, the yard, ocean, and brightening sky beginning to streak itself with orange beyond. Stede is facing the viewer, back to the yard, leaning with his elbows braced on the railing. He aims his gaze to the side with a bit of a pained smile and says, "When Mary and I were engaged, a scrapbook wouldn't have been much use." Ed is turned toward Stede, left elbow propped on the railing. He scowls and sticks out his tongue at mention of Mary. 3f. Repeat. Stede turns his head toward Ed, who quickly tucks his petty tongue back in his mouth and schools his expression into one of interest. Stede continues, "Everything had been decided for us already. Never really got to the proposal part."

4a. Repeat. Ed turns his body more fully toward Stede, folding his arms on the railing and leaning his head over them with a warm smile. Stede raises his eyebrows in surprise and goes slightly pink as Ed says, "I'll have to make it really good, then." 4b. Stede turns his body toward Ed, left arm sliding against the railing behind him and right hand cupping Ed's chin as he leans closer, nose to nose. Ed's eyes hood, looking at Stede's mouth as is curls into a loving smile. Stede responds, "Can't wait." 4c. Repeat. Ed suddenly goes pale and blurts out, "You'll say yes, though, right?" Stede freezes in surprise, lips puckered in preparation of a kiss. 4d. Repeat. Stede throws his head back in a loud bark of laughter, straightening up and turning fully toward Ed to cup his cheek in his right hand and his shoulder with the other. Ed aims an embarrassed, besotted smile at him as Stede replies, "Ed, of course! Who could say no to you?"

5a. Repeat, both now in profile. The orange and yellow light of the sunrise is slowly spreading across the sky from the left. Ed straightens up from his lean to bring their foreheads together, still a bit red-cheeked and with a nervous edge to his smile as he lowers his gaze. He says, "You can say no if you want, though." Stede smiles at him with every ounce of tenderness he has, hands firm on his cheek and shoulder. He replies, "There's nothing I want more than to say yes to you, Ed. Permanent ink, remember?" 5b. Repeat. Stede moves his right hand from Ed's cheek to hook around his back, tugging him closer as he leans himself back. Ed stumbles forward with a helpless grin, cheeks even redder, bracing himself with his right hand on Stede's chest. When their eyes meet, Stede's smile turns teasing and faux-sinister, continuing, "You're stuck with me regardless. Foreverrr~" 5c. Repeat, larger and brighter, as Stede and Ed finally come together in an affirming kiss, the land behind them retreating to allow the sea and sky to fill the background. The sun finally breaches the horizon, sending glitter sparkling across the waves and gilding the pair in warm golden light. Ed's right hand is cupping the side of Stede's neck, thumb tracing through his sideburns, and Stede's right is hooked fully around his shoulders, cushioned in his soft hair. They are both smiling into the kiss, unhurried and in harmony.

6a. Repeat as they pull back from the kiss just far enough to meet each other's gaze, arms still around each other, Ed's right hand brushing Stede's cheek and Stede's buried in the back of Ed's hair. Ed smirks flirtatiously, eyes hooded, and says, "You know... I hear there's a traditional engagement sex sabbatical, too." Stede matches his expression, left hand sliding down Ed's shoulder to press against his lower back. Stede replies playfully, "Oh, is there? I suppose I can plan that part, then." 6b. Repeat. Ed brings his left hand up to mirror his right, cupping both of Stede's cheeks, and arches up on his toes to lean over Stede with a teasing grin. His movement forces Stede to arch his back in the first motions of a dip, hands briefly flying free of their grip on his future fiance to try to catch his balance. Their lips a centimeter apart, Ed hums, "Mmm, gimme a rehearsal, first." Stede tosses his head back with a giggle in response, eyes closed, cheeks pink. Hearts float above their heads. 6c. Shot at the bottom of the hill Stede and Ed are stationed on, the packed-dirt path to the house curving upward in the background, the stones and shells now more conservatively scattered. Amidst the tall grass and tropical plants lining the way are handmade wooden signs shaped like arrows pointing the way to the inn. Words carved into them say "this way!" and "best inn!" Pete and Lucius are in the foreground, walking down the hill towards the viewer, Pete's right arm still looped around his husband's shoulders. They still look very tired with dark circles beneath their eyes - Pete still hasn't opened his. Lucius has, barely, and is scowling his way forward with a furrowed brow, declaring, "We are leaving them the worst review." Pete nods solemnly. Text nearby points to them and says 'kept up all night by noises'. Pink hearts and exclamation points spill out behind them from the bend in the path, echoing the lovey-dovey noises from above that must have made their stay so insufferable. /end ID

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idyllic-ghost · 2 months

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title: sunday morning pairing: seungkwan x reader genre: fluff, comfort warnings: mentions of food synopsis: the comforting bubble of a romantic getaway by the beach was just what you needed to relax and recharge wordcount: 1.5k taglist: @enhacolor, @shuabby1994, @junhui-recs, @dkakapizzaboy, @just-here-to-read-01, @loviehan, @userjunhuii, @novalpha, @bubblymoon, @aaniag, @d0nghyuck, @fantasy2wonderland, @seunghancore, @woozixo, @niktwazny303, @lllucere, @uniq-tastic, @wonwoospartyhat, @stariightjoyy, @hyneyedfiz,

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The room is barely lit up by the first few rays of sunshine peaking in through the thin blinds, but they still manage to stir you awake. Reaching out to your side, you find it empty and cold. You open your eyes and look around the unfamiliar room, trying to find Seungkwan somewhere. He's gone. Just last night, he was laying close beside you and keeping you warm with his arms wrapped around you. He must have slipped away while you were sleeping. The clock on the bedside table says 5:13 AM. With a groan, you threw the covers off of you to go look for your boyfriend.

You never like waking up without him, but especially not when you are supposed to be on a romantic getaway together. With lazy steps, you walk around the room until you find Seungkwan's suitcase. He doesn't like it when you steal his clothes without asking first, but he would have to accept that now. You put on an old t-shirt of his, and find your own pajama shorts lying somewhere on the ground. The fabric was cold against your naked skin, but you pushed on.

Walking down the wooden staircase of the beach cabin is difficult when you aren't completely awake yet. The stairs are steep and you are still dizzy with sleep, so you clutch onto the railing as hard as you can. Each step creaks and croaks under your feet, and you have to keep your eyes down to make sure you don't miss a step. As you successfully reach the bottom of the stairs, you also succeed in waking up Bookeu.

Your search for Seungkwan continues, now with Bookeu walking around your legs. The beach house is small, and it doesn't take long before you've looked into every room - but Seungkwan is still nowhere to be found. Then, Bookeu must have heard a noise because he starts sprinting toward the door to the back porch.

When you slide open the door, you're hit with a nostalgic chill. It isn't cold, just enough for you to wake up properly. Spring is here. Peeking your head around the glass door, you find Seungkwan sitting on the bench lined up with the wall of the house and staring at the ocean. He's wearing a warm fleece and has a blanket pulled over his lap - a sense of calm washes over you at the knowledge that he's at least not cold. The sun is halfway up now, painting your lover with a golden hue. Bookeu runs out on the porch and up to his owner, silently begging him to lift him up. After doing so, Seungkwan looks over at you with tired eyes.

"Good morning," you say. "Do you want coffee?"

Seungkwan, looking solemn, simply nods a yes. You smile at him before heading to the kitchen. From the kitchen window, you can see the top of his head. It's slightly hidden behind a plant, so it's no surprise that you didn't notice it before. The coffee machine is old, and it takes long for the drip coffee to finish. Enough for the sun to have fully risen above the horizon. You wash a couple fruits in the meantime, setting them aside in a bowl before looking around for a knife. The day you have already spent here isn't enough for you to know where everything is.

When the coffee is finally ready you bring two cups of it, along with the bowl of fruit, out to the porch. There's a small table in front of the bench, so you put the things down there. Seungkwan is still just looking out over the water, and Bookeu is sitting in his lap. After handing him his cup, you just stand there. You hesitate to sit down, not knowing if this is supposed to be his alone time. He seems to sense your hesitation and quickly pulls the blanket up as an invitation for you to sit down. When you do, he puts the fluffy fabric over your legs.

"Good morning," he says. "Sorry for leaving you in bed."

"It's okay."

Seungkwan wraps an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer to him - and when you put his head on your shoulder, he puts his head on top of yours. Bookeu, who had grown a little bit antsy, jumps down from Seungkwan's lap and runs back inside. You can hear him run around the kitchen, his paws making happy little sounds against the wooden floor. You take the opportunity to hog a little bit more of the blanket, and Seungkwan lets you - pulling at it and making sure that both of your legs are covered properly. He's definitely noticed that you stole his shirt now, but he doesn't say anything.

"Why did you come out here so early?" you ask.

"I couldn't sleep," he admits, "and watching the ocean was comforting."

"You should've woken me up," you murmur as you snuggle closer into his side.

"You looked so peaceful, I just couldn't." Seungkwan presses a kiss on the top of your head before loosening his grip to put down his cup. "Why the fruit?"

"Have you eaten yet?"

"... no." He shuffles around in his seat, making you lift your head from his shoulder.

"Then it's for you."

You watch as he picks up the bowl, holding it gently in his hands. There are a few grapes, a couple apples and oranges, and strawberries. The knife balances on the edge of the bowl, and Seungkwan picks it up and hands it to you along with an apple.

"Can you peel it for me?" he mumbles.

Without another word, you take the items from his hands and start peeling the apple. Laying the sharp edge of the knife against the waxy skin of the apple, pressing down hard enough to break the seal but not to cut into its flesh. As steady as you can, you move the knife around the apple - creating a spiral of fruit peel. Seungkwan watches your hands intently, careful not to disturb the process.

The waves crashing against the shore in the background force you into a rhythm, only to be broken by Bookeu's high-pitch bark. You had only managed to peel half of the apple when the skin broke. Still, you held it up proudly to Seungkwan - and he ooh-ed and aah-ed at the spiral-shaped peel. With a small smile, you continued to peel- Seungkwan now had his chin on your shoulder, giggling whenever you messed up. His breath tickled against your exposed skin, as your shirt had its collar stretched out with age. His laughter made you giddy, only making it harder for you to peel the fruit in your hands.

Eventually, you had peeled the entire fruit. Its white flesh now laid bare for you, and you cut into it with the knife. Cutting out a big chunk of the juicy apple, you hand it to Seungkwan for him to eat. He takes it happily, bringing the piece of fruit to his lips and putting the entire thing in his mouth. You laugh as he grimaces at the too-big piece. Next time, you cut a smaller piece - which he chews with more ease.

You feel warm under the blanket, contrasted with the salty, chilly air. Nevertheless, you welcome the breeze as it gives you an excuse to get a little closer to the man next to you. You keep feeding him fruit, and he wraps his arms around your torso - keeping his head on your shoulder to watch over your hands, making sure that you're careful with the sharp knife.

When the apple is nothing but a skinny pit, you put it on the table, and pick up a strawberry from the bowl. Seungkwan presses a kiss to your cheek, his lips slightly sticky from the fruit juices but you don't mind. You carefully take off the hull before cutting the red berry in half. The halves look like hearts, and you happily show Seungkwan.

"Here." You give him one of the halves. "You can have my heart."

"You're so corny," he huffs but takes the strawberry anyway. "Then that's my heart, right?" He motions to the other strawberry half before putting his berry half in his mouth.

"Of course."

"Good." He sits up straight. "You better not be eating anyone else's heart."

You snort at his comment but eat the heart-shaped strawberry anyway. Its sweetness coats your tongue, and you close your eyes for a moment to savor it. When you open your eyes again and look over at Seungkwan, he's staring at you. His hair is a mess, he probably hasn't looked himself in the mirror yet today, but you only find it endearing. His hand finds yours, and you quickly intertwine your fingers with his.

"Thanks for sitting with me," he murmurs.

"Thanks for letting me," you say. "It's the perfect way to spend a Sunday morning."

Seungkwan nods, wrapping his arms around you again to steal some of your body warmth. The two coffee cups are forgotten, and are slowly getting colder and colder. You can't be bothered with coffee or fruit, when all you need is Seungkwan's embrace. The sun is far above the horizon now, and you can taste the strawberry on Seungkwan's lips when he kisses you. The kiss brings you more warmth than the sun ever could, and you feel so lucky to have your own bright star to light up your day.

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The Secret Ingredient (Willy Wonka (2023) x Fickelgruber Daughter) Chapter 1: Mystery Man

Today is different. I don’t know why, but ever since I woke up there’s been something different. I don’t know what’s in store for today but there’s no doubt that something’s coming.

“Dear, I need you to run down and fetch me the paper.” Father calls lazily from his lounge chair.

I feel my heart leap. “Really? I can go downstairs?”

“Be quick! Don’t make a scene!” Father barks as he sips his morning cocoa.

Before he can reconsider I rush to the staircase and am about to slide down the railing-!

“And act ladylike!” Father calls from behind me.

I stop in my tracks and remember who I am. “Fine,” I grumble under my breath. My life’s been dull as dishwater until now anyway. Why change?

My name is Charlotte Fickelgruber, daughter of one of the most powerful chocolatiers in the world. But do not let that fool you. Just because my father’s a chocolatier doesn’t mean life is fun.

After taking forever to walk slowly and ‘ladylike’ down the stairs I fight my giddiness and strut towards the door. Father hardly ever lets me go downstairs, let alone leave the building. The usual display of chocolates is still plain and dull since father saves the best chocolate only for ‘upscale business,’ which basically means upperclassmen and bribery. The shop opens at 10am as usual and also as usual there are few customers here due to the usual chocolate. Today there’s a fair amount of foot traffic buzzing around outside in the Galeries Gourmet and it’s all I can do not to venture out and see what new chocolates are being sold.

“Morning, charcoal,” two voices taunt in unison.

I groan and turn to face two girls in matching mint mint green dresses. “Morning Cindy, morning Mindy. For the last time, my name is Charlotte. Not charcoal, not Charlie, Charlotte. If you both want to keep your silly job of greeting customers with fake smiles I suggest you treat the heiress to Fickelgruber chocolate with respect.”

They both snicker and walk off to the back of the store, more than likely to check their makeup for the tenth time. Such rudeness.

“Here you are, miss!” The paperboy sprints up and waves our daily paper up for me to grab.

“Thank you, Timothy!” I hand him the change (with a special tip, of course). “How’s the world out there?”

He shrugs and shuffles his feet. “It’s alright, I guess. Starting to get cold!” He grips his bag and rushes off.

“B- Bye!” I wave as he disappears into the crowd. “See you… later?”

And so goes another failed attempt to make friends.

“Everything alright, Miss Fickelgruber?” Our maid Lottie asks from behind.

I give a heavy sigh. “Charlotte please, Lottie. You know how much I hate being a Fickelgruber. It’s torture to spell and even worse to hear. It’s just…” I glance up again to look out at the passerbys. “I’m so tired of being alone. Dad’s too embarrassed to have me be too social. He can’t expect me to stay tucked away upstairs forever!”

Lottie shakes her head and puts a hand on my shoulder. “It’s not my place, miss. But if it gives any comfort-” She takes a quick look to make sure we’re alone and whispers: “I could try to sneak you out one day.”

My pulse skips and I hold up my hands to keep her from saying more. “No. No! I can’t let you do that! You’ll get fired. Last time I tried to sneak out dad nearly flipped out! He hates it when I’m even on the same ground as the ‘poor’ people, let alone trying to associate with them!”

Lottie nods in silent agreement and goes about with her load of laundry, leaving me to keep looking outside. All those people, all the sights and smells I’m missing out on…

“Ladies and gentlemen!”

A cheerful voice across the room catches my attention. It’s surprisingly animated for the Galeries Gourmet. I take a deep breath and, in a hasty moment of courage, walk out the door to search for the voice’s origin. I see people gathering towards the front near the empty lot. What on Earth-?

That’s when I spot him. At first all I can see is a brown top hat. Once I get closer a better view presents a lanky, boyish man wearing a tattered magenta overcoat, olive-colored waistcoat, brown scarf, tan trousers, and worn brown boots. I can’t quite make out his face…

“Step right up! I’ve got just the chocolate for you!”

He’s standing on a simple crate with nothing more than a jar of strange-looking chocolate. The crowd drowns him out and I can’t squeeze past-!

“Well, there's chocolate.

And there's chocolate.

But only Wonka's makes your eyes pop out their sockelets.”

Singing? What an unusual way of advertisement. And what’s- Oh my! The chocolate is flying! Literally flying over my head!

“Put your hand into your pockelet,

Get yourself some Wonka chocolate!

Come now, I insist!

You've never had chocolate like this!

No, you've never had chocolate like this!”

Through the gathered crowd I see people pluck the chocolates from the sky and- fly? They’re flying! Light as a feather!

“Oh my goodness!” My jaw drops. “How’s that even possible…?”

“Charlotte!”

I spin around at the sound of my name. By now the commotion has caught much attention, including my father’s.

“Go inside now! What have I told you about walking about with-?”

“With our customers?” I ask. “Father, I wanted to see-”

“Go, now!” He barks and points to the store as he goes to follow the other chocolatiers. “I must go see what all this racket is about.”

And there they go. The big three: Fickelgruber, Prodnose, and Slugworth. I’m the only heiress of any of them but as of now there’s been no talk of me getting to help out with the family business. Father always waves it off and keeps saying ‘when you’re older,’ so I’ve got no clue what to expect.

I sigh in defeat and walk away from the excitement. Just when I thought this day was different. Back inside, I mope over to the window to see-

“Jeez louise!” My mouth drops open.

There, just above me, is my father. Flying! Just like the others! I pinch myself and shake my head to see if I’m awake and still see him levitating up to the ceiling!

“Lottie are you seeing this? It’s amazing!” I look down and relocate the man in the top hat, and I’m overcome with a sudden urge to meet him. He doesn’t look like a high-class highbrow. How is he making everyone so happy?

I forget all about being ladylike and slide down the railing, rushing to find the mystery candy man before he disappears.

“Out of the way! Coming through!” The chief of police barges through and the cops spread out.

“But he didn’t do anything wrong!” I complain.

“He’s disrupting business,” Officer Affable informs me.

“It’s the hoverchoc,” the man in the top hat explains.

Hoverchoc? I’ve never heard of-

Just then, father storms up and ushers the officer to go after the man. “Come, Charlotte.”

“B- But I wanted to-”

“Such nonsense!” Father ignores my pleas and starts mumbling to himself.

“Father…who was that? Did you just fly? I could barely see from the window-!”

“He is no one,” father states clearly. “He is a fool to think that he can even try to compete with us! I do not want you going anywhere near that boy, Charlotte. He’s bad news.”

We get back to the store, but before I’m dragged back inside I sneak one last look at the mysterious stranger. Who is he? Will he be able to survive dad’s competition?

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topguncortez · 1 year

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What to Expect | Chapter 4

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synopsis: The dagger squad comes and visits your students at school. You and Jake share a steamy moment in your bedroom.

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warnings: pregnancy, vomiting, cursing, mentions of infidelity, fighting, spotting, cramping, fear of miscarriage.a filler before the DRAMA

Jake probably broke every single traffic law as he sped through the dark streets of California to get to the Kazansky house. He was still in his sleep shirt, boxers, socks and slides, not bothering to put on proper clothing as he got the text from you. You didn’t use the distress signal often, in fact there was only one time in the whole five years that Jake was with you that you had sent a ‘mayday’ text to him. It was when you got into a car accident and were being taken to the hospital. Jake felt like his heart stopped in his chest as he left work to get to you. And right now, he had that same feeling in his chest.

He hardly put the car in park, as he ran to your front door. You opened it before he had the chance to knock. You didn’t say a word as you grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bathroom on the first floor of your parents house.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Jake said, looking you over.

“I-I know Doctor Miller said it’s normal, but I’m still spotting a-and I feel like it’s not normal,” You cried and Jake’s heart broke, “It’s not enough to be concerned but I-I don’t like it.”

“Oh, pretty girl,” Jake said and pulled you into his chest. You sobbed into his chest and he shushed you, running his hand down your back, “If you’re really that scared, we can go back to Doctor Miller.”

“I just saw her last week,” You sniffled, “She said the same thing.”

Last week was your twelve week scan, and you had told Doctor Miller that you were still experiencing some spotting. She did a full pelvic exam and ran more bloodwork, but she told you the same thing she had two weeks prior, that nothing was wrong. Jake wasn’t able to join you because he had work but Bradley had been there with you.

“What can I do?” Jake asked, grabbing your face in his hands, and brushing a tear from your cheek.

“My head hurts,” You whimpered, “I’ve been getting headaches every single day.”

“Come on,” Jake grabbed your hand and opened the door.

The Kazansky house was decorated beautifully for the Christmas season. Sarah took her time making sure every little decoration was done perfectly. A large Christmas tree was placed by the fireplace that twinkled with lights and ornate ornaments. Tinsel and garland were wrapped around the railing that illuminated the steps of the grand staircase. Jake walked to your room, which you had also decorated for Christmas. He led you to your bed, and pulled back your covers. It was still made, telling Jake that you hadn’t even been to bed yet. He wondered how long you stayed up worrying about your unborn child.

“Lay down,” Jake instructed, and you wordlessly followed. You got into your warm king bed, and Jake walked around to the other side.

He slid in under the covers, and pulled you into his chest. You closed your eyes, feeling the familiar heartbeat against your skin, and breathing in the scent of his body wash. Jake always smelled like the earth after it rained with a hint of jet fuel. He lazily ran his hand up and down your spin, trying to calm you down. His other hand danced slowly on your hip, until he reached down and pulled your leg over his hips. You used to sleep like this against him all the time. It was familiar, comfortable. You let yourself relax against him, until you felt his hand on the back of your neck.

“It’s okay,” Jake said as you tensed up. His hand rubbed lightly at the skin, and you could feel the tension in your head cease, “I got you,” Jake leaned down and kissed your forehead as he lulled you into a dream filled sleep.

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You weren’t sure why you were nervous. Maybe it was the fact that you are about to have eight aviators in your classroom. Five of them seemed to have the worst filter that you had ever witnessed in your life. Ever since Jake had met Owen a couple weeks ago, he had been asking when he could come back and visit the class. You had to get permission from your principal, but you decided to turn it into a science lesson and have them talk about what it’s like to fly. Your dad was always on board to come talk to children. He said it was how recruiting the next generation starts.

Your kids were currently at recess as you waited in the front office for your father and the dagger squad to show up. Ice asked what uniform you wanted them in and you said to surprise them. Alyssa was making copies for her class, when she looked up and saw the group walking in. She smirked and let out a low whistle.

“The hunk squad is here,” Alyssa said and you looked up at the front door. Jake was the first one you saw, donned in his summer dress whites.

“Oh god,” You said, and Alyssa chuckled.

“Ooo baby daddy looks good,” She nudged you and you rolled your eyes, “Who’s the one in the flight suit?”

Your eyes landed on Phoenix, and you smirked at Alyssa, “Got a lil crush?”

“Shush,” Alyssa blushed, “You can’t be the only one with a pilot. I gotta go get the kids. Get me her number,” You laughed and nodded as the dagger squad walked into the front office.

You clapped your hands and smiled, “Ready to meet about twenty-five nine year olds?”

“Oh hell yeah,” Fanboy said and Payback smacked his stomach, “Sorry. . .heck yeah.”

“We had a briefing on language, they should be on their best behavior,” Your dad said as you led them down to your classroom. The kids were starting to come back and fill the halls of the Second Grade wing. Alyssa was going to bring your two classes in last so you could surprise the kids with the aviators. You had even gone and pulled out some of your fighter jet decorations, putting them up over the christmas decor.

“Alright, you guys sit up here,” You pointed to the chairs at the front. You could hear the laughter of your kids and smiled, “I’m going to control the rugrats before they come in.”

You looked at Jake and he smiled at you. You looked away quickly and Jake frowned. You hadn’t even said anything to him since the other night, and he was confused. He knew that your mood swings were rough at this point, but you were starting to give him whiplash.

“Alright, aviators,” You said as you stepped out in the hallway, seeing your second graders lining up against the wall, “This is your teacher speaking, and we have some very special guests waiting inside our classroom. You all need to be on your best behavior and use your good manners. Alright?”

“Alright!” You kids responded.

You smiled, “Goodness, gracious-”

“GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!”

Bradley smiled at the door, hearing the voices of young children. He remembered the time at your old school when he came and played the piano for your class. He played ‘Great Balls of Fire’ and it quickly became the call and response for your class that year. It warmed his heart at the fact that you still used it. Jake looked over at Bradley and glared at him. Coyote could see the way Jake was throwing daggers with his eyes at Jake, and kicked his chair. Jake looked at his friend confused, but Coyote pointed to the door as a bunch of wide eyed second graders started filling in. Jake sat up a bit straighter and fixed the white cap that sat on his knee.

“It’s Mister Jake!” Owen gasped and pointed to him. Jake smiled and lifted his hand in a wave towards the little boy, “I told you he’s real!”

“Whatever,” Another boy said and shoved past Owen to get to his desk.

“Lil dickhead,” Coyote whispered and Jake nodded.

Once all the kids were seated, you walked to the front of your classroom, “Alright my little aviators, as you can see, I have brought some friends in to help with today’s science lesson. I present to you, the commander of the pacific fleet, Admiral Tom Kaznasky, callsign, Iceman.”

“Is he your dad?!” An excited second grader shouted as Ice stood up.

Ice chuckled, “I am her dad,” You nodded and sat down at your desk. Jake was the closest to you, and he looked at you, sending you a wink. You rolled your eyes and focused on what your dad was telling your class. Each member of the dagger squad introduced themselves and said their callsigns.

“Why is your name Bob?” One of your kids, Eli asked.

“It’s my callsign,” Bob answered.

“Yeah. . .but why?”

Bob opened his mouth but Jake answered instead, “It means Badass on Board.”

You groaned, closing your eyes as you heard the gasps from your kids.

“He said a bad word!”

“That’s 500 hundred push-ups,” Hondo said, and patted Jake on the back.

At the end of the presentation, the Dagger Squad taught the kids how to build paper airplanes. It was the sweetest sight as you looked at your classroom and saw the various members sitting next to your second graders. You held your tea mug in your heads as you sat on top of your desk, watching everything.

“How are you feeling?” Jake asked, coming up and resting against the desk next to you.

“Better today,” You said, taking a sip of the hot drink.

“Ginger tea?”

You nodded, “Mrs. Hernandez down the hall said it helped her during her first trimester.”

“It gets better soon,” Jake said, “Rachel said that her favorite part was the second trimester. Things calm down with the morning sickness and nausea, she had a lot more energy, she wasn’t huge-”

“Finish that statement, I dare you,” You pointed your index finger at him. Jake held his hands up in defense and walked away from you with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Attention aviators!” Ice said, stepping in front of class, “Your TopGun training is over. It is time for your final hop! This is for the trophy, and the chance to get your name on the plaque.”

“You heard the Admiral!” You said to your kids, “Line up at the door!”

You took the kids down to the gym, where they were going to throw their paper airplanes to see who would go the farthest. It was meant to just be the kids, but you noticed some of the dagger squad had also made paper airplanes as well. You chuckled as Fanboy and Payback argued about whose design was better. The paper airplane TopGun challenge was something Ice did back when you were in grade school. You looked forward to it every single year growing up, and you continued the tradition when you became a teacher.

“Aviators, line up on the line,” You said, and watched as the dagger squad members stepped up, “The little aviators, line up on the line.” Some of the dagger squad rolled their eyes and let the second graders step up to the painted lines on the gym floor.

“Okay, in three. . . two. . . one. . . take off!” You yelled and twenty five paper airplanes went soaring through the air and landed at various spots in the gym. Jake and Bob were on the other side, looking for the top five farthest planes.

“Aviators, form up, so we can give out awards!” Ice smiled.

The daggers had to help the little ones to stand in a proper formation, which caused some protest because certain kids wanted to stand by their friends. Once Jake and Bob picked up the top five planes, they walked over to Ice and Maverick. The “trophy” was just a goodie bag with some candy and a first in line pass for lunch. You read the top four names and had the kids come stand up at the front of the formation.

“The top Aviator, who will get the trophy and their name on the plaque is. . . . Owen!”

The little boy’s eyes lit up as he ran to the front of the formation. You handed him his airplane and the goodie bag. Once the formation was “dismissed” some of the kids asked the aviators to sign their airplane and play with them in the gym. It warmed your heart to see how good they were with kids. You couldn’t help but imagine what it’ll be like in just a short six months when you give birth to your child. You could see it now, barbeques and parties in your parents backyard, the Dagger Squad showing up with more gifts than you would know what to do with. Jake had a bright smile on his face as he jogged around the gym, trying to avoid the dodgeballs being thrown at him.

“He’s good with them,” You said as Rooster walked over to you.

“Yeah, I’ll give him that,” Rooster sighed and put his hands on his hips. You noticed he was wearing his khaki uniform today, something you knew he hated with a passion, but you loved how he looked in it.

“You look good, Bradshaw.”

A smirk rose on his lips as he looked at you, “I am good, Kazansky, very good.”

You rolled your eyes and playfully shoved him, “I gotta get the rugrats rounded up.”

“Can I do it?” Rooster asked and you nodded, “Goodness, gracious!” He yelled and all the second graders stopped in their spots.

“GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!” They responded.

“Okay, now that’s fucking cool,” Bradley said.

“That’s five hundred!” Hondo pointed at him.

You chuckled, “Line up, aviators! Time to return to the carrier.” All your kids quickly ran to line up by the wall like you have taught them to. You did a quick headcount making sure you got all of them, “My second graders, what do we tell the Dagger Squad, Captain Mitchell and Admiral Kazansky for coming in today?”

“Thank you!” They all responded. Ice’s lit up with a smile.

“You are very welcome,” Ice said, “Chief Hondo is going to hand you your wings as you leave. I hope to see you all very soon!”

“Jessie, lead them to the class,” You said to your line leader. He nodded and walked towards the door of the gym. Some of the aviators waited by the door to give them high fives, as Hondo gave them stickers that looked identical to the gold wings pinned to some of their uniforms. You felt an arm drape around your shoulders and turned your head to see Jake standing next to you.

“I’m glad Owen won,” Jake said. You narrowed your eyes at him and then gasped.

“Jake, you didn’t. . .” You said and Jake sheepishly pulled out a paper airplane from his pocket and handed it to you. You read the name and shook your head.

“I watched him push Owen into the door when they went to get more construction paper from Ally’s room.”

“Thank you,” You said and held the paper airplane tightly in your hands. You looked Jake up and down again, really taking in the sight of him in his uniform. You bit your lip and took a step forward, whispering in his ear,

“Come over tonight.” Jake opened his mouth to say something, but you kissed his cheek and headed to where your class was.

— — —

Jake came over that night like you told him too, but you gave him a specific time to be there. You had known your dad’s night time schedule since you were old enough to read a clock. Iceman was always in bed by 9:30 and asleep by 10. You had used that knowledge to your advantage, and became very good at sneaking around the house at a young age. So Jake arrived at your house at 11:30, and parked down the street like you told him too. You also had him come through the garage door because it was on the opposite side of the house from your parents bedroom.

Once again, you didn’t say anything as you grabbed Jake’s hand and pulled him through the house. You made him take his shoes off and hide them in one of the storage closets in the garage. He stumbled a bit through the dark house and you shushed him. It felt like deja vu from that night twelve weeks ago, except this time you were pregnant and you both were sober.

The second you got to your room, you closed the door and pushed Jake up against it and kissed him. Jake froze for a second, but kissed you back, placing his hands on your hips. Your hands tangled in his perfect blonde hair as you kissed against your door.

“Wait,” Jake said, pulling away, “What are we doing?”

“Fucking,” You said and leaned into kiss him again but he stopped you.

“What?”

“Ugh,” You groaned, “Doing the same thing we did to get me knocked up.” You leaned in again and this time Jake didn’t stop you. He gently walked you towards your bed, his lips never leaving yours. When the back of your knees hit your bed, he picked you up a bit to lay you down on the mattress.

The past week you had been having vivid dreams of Jake and waking up every morning desperate. You knew that your hormones were raging, but you didn’t think they could get you like this. And seeing Jake in his dress uniform today was not helping you at all. Your hands roamed Jake’s body, going down to the hem of his shirt, and tugging it up his perfectly sculpted body. Jake only broke the kiss to take his shirt off, leaving him in the jeans that hugged his thighs and ass perfectly.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” You said, pushing his shoulder so he’d lay on his back. You climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. Your hands ran down the valley of his pecs, and Jake watched with hooded eyes as you kissed down his chest. He groaned as your tongue swirled over his nipple, your hips lazily grinding over his hard on.

“Jesus, what has gotten into you?” Jake asked. You sat up quickly and Jake couldn’t believe his eyes as you started crying, “Whoa hey, what’s wrong?”

“I hate you!” You cried and hit his chest with your fists, before crawling off of him.

“What did I do!?” Jake asked, his eyes wide as you pulled your knees to your chest, “Y/N, love, what did I do? Did I hurt you?”

“You asked me what has gotten into me! You got into me! You knocked me up! And now I just wanna rip your clothes off and smack you at the same time!”

Jake tried to bite back a smile as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. You didn’t fight against him as you cried into his neck. He knew that this would pass almost as quickly as it started, and you’d be laughing about it in no time. When the sniffles subsided, your fingers twirled around the dogtags on his neck.

“Jake,” You asked softly.

“Hm?”

“Do you think we can go get ice cream?” You looked up at him with puppy dog eyes and Jake smiled down at you.

He kissed your forehead and said, “Of Course.”

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bunnyindigo · 1 year

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The bikini

☼ pairing Kim Taehyung x fem!reader

☼ genre established relationship, idol!au

☼ warning smut, kinda bondage?, fingering, face & dick riding, oral sex (f & m receiving), tits play, unprotected sex (STD are very much real so like maybe don’t), cream pie, praising, kinda dirty talk

☼ word count 1.9k

☼ description Taehyung and his girlfriend are still in their lavender haze, and it's not going to end anytime soon.

“Babe?”

“Hm?” Taehyung made a noise to acknowledge her but didn’t turn around towards her voice.

As some stands were pushed by the sea breeze, the warm noon sun landed on his unkempt, dark hair, causing fire sparks to erupt. As he took in the view in front of him, his hands were pressed against the chipped black balcony railing.

White and blue houses grew side by side to meet the tranquil sea that had melded with the sky. His gaze moved about, spotting a path leading to a little yet secluded beach in the backyard of the home.

His girlfriend had rented the apartment as a surprise summer holiday for the two of them to rest before his schedule became swamped once more.

The property was far enough away from any road that there was little traffic noise, and a dirt road driveway connected the house to the nearest road. A wall separated the front yard from prying eyes for added privacy. The owners would leave various objects in the front yard, such as paddles, boards, and other sea gear, for tourists who rented the home.

The house's entryway was on the first floor, which also housed the kitchen, living room, dining room, and toilet. A spiral staircase joined the first and ground floors, which had two bedrooms and a bathroom.

A sliding glass door from both beds led to the backyard, as did a door in the corridor that divided them. There was a sitting space outside, four sunbeds, a small pool with a jacuzzi, a hammock, an outdoor shower, and a barbeque.

Taehyung and she had already gone out to eat breakfast at a local bakery and grocery shopping for necessities because they'd arrived late the night before and the place only had fruits, water, and toilet paper.

He was now taking in the scenery, basking in the Mediterranean sun, and relishing the peace and quiet away from the hustle and bustle of Seoul. His entire body tingled with anticipation at the prospect of going for a swim; he had already donned the forest green swimming trunks that his girlfriend had packed for him, as well as a loose white and blue striped button-up with his black sunglasses sitting on the single pocket of his top.

“Can you help me, please,” she asked from downstairs.

Taehyung hurried to their room, not bothering to ask what she needed help with until he reached her.

His gaze travelled from her legs to her upper back as her hands were fiddling with the halter of her triangle bikini at her neck, her back to him.

“It’s stuck in my hair,” she said.

He put his hands on hers to stop her impatient tugging, which resulted in her dropping her sore arms to her side after a thorough shake to get the blood flowing again.

His one palm was sandwiched between her neck and the knot, igniting shivers across her skin. His other hand worked carefully to untangle the tangled strands. When he observed that their swimwear was matching, he smiled. He pulled her hair into a ponytail with one of the hair bands he kept on his wrist and began to tighten the halter.

“All done,” he said and rested his hands on her shoulders.

“Thank you, love.”

“Mm, love,” he mumbled.

He started kissing the nape of her neck softly, then trailed the curve of her neck with kisses till he reached her shoulder, all the while his fingers grazed down her hands and wrapped themselves around hers.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed her gulping as he parted their fingers, making her miss the fleeting warmth that was replaced when he grasped her waist and turned her around.

"Let's go swimming first," she suggested as his head nuzzled into her neck and kissed her collarbone.

"It can wait," he said quietly, causing additional shivers to appear on her skin.

Slowly, he backed her up to the bed, gently placed her on it and kissed her on the lips before withdrawing from her.

As he slid himself to her hip, his hands were now beside her glutes, trapping her. His teeth reached for her bikini button and he loosened the knot, then he did the same on the other side.

"I've missed you," he whispered as he kissed her ribs.

"It's only been a week, Tae," she giggled and reached out to caress his face, to which he responded by leaning against her small palm.

He slid his arm beneath her and undid her bikini top.

"When it comes to you, that's too long," he said.

“Is that so?”

She pushed herself up, her bikini slipping off, and began undoing his top's buttons. Her palms ran from his chest to his shoulder as she tugged the button-up off him, allowing it to fall to the ground with his sunglasses.

When he heard his spectacles fall to the ground, he formed a pout on his pink lips. “Bad,” he said.

Lips collided, tongues darted at one other like soldiers on the battlefield, and hands gripped each other's skins as if hanging on for dear life. Their hips began grinding against each other, both desperately and achingly wanting more.

"Then I should be punished," she offered between kisses.

"You should," he replied, breaking their kiss.

Taehyung flipped her on her stomach, causing her head to land on one of the pillows, and grabbed her bikini top, tying her hands together on her back with it.

"You didn't go swimming without me, did you?" he questioned, tossing the bikini bottoms off the bed. He sat between her legs, separating them.

"No?" she said, perplexed.

"Hm," he pushed a cold finger into her heat, making her gasp, "then why are you so wet?" he questioned in the most innocent tone possible.

"I have no idea."

"Oh, but I'm sure that's not true," he murmured as he pushed another finger into her, sending a surge of excitement over her.

He continued the circular motion till the fingers became three and she buried her head into the cushion, muffling her moans.

Even the most inadvertent touch from Kim Taehyung left her weak in the knees, hot and bothered, and yearning for more. She burned for him, even after all the years they had been dating. She even astonished herself by not taking him in the aeroplane toilet.

His thumb was now slowly circling her clit, but applying pressure because he knew she liked that kind of thing. Her hips were swaying back and forth instinctively, begging for more.

"It appears that my lovely girl missed me more," he leaned down and murmured into her ear.

Another gasp from her lips; the sensation was overpowering, and he wasn't even in her yet. Her walls tightened around his fingers, and she clenched her fists on her back.

"Oh my God," she choked.

"Taehyung," he replied.

She groaned in frustration as he pulled his fingers out of her. He assisted her in getting up and then laid down himself. This was her cue to creep up on him, sling one of her legs over his head, and hover herself over his mouth.

Her sensitive area was fanned by the warm breath. When his tongue moved between her folds, she lowered herself closer and swore she could see heaven. His hands wrapped around her thighs, burrowing into her skin until the skin around his nails turned white. He became drowsy as he felt himself drowning in her wet heat and the blissful sounds coming from her mouth.

"Tae, I'm coming," she whispered, and suddenly his lips were drenched in her juices.

She sank to the mattress after raising her leg over his head. Her thighs hurt from the rocking, but every time Taehyung gave her an orgasm, she felt at peace. And he always made sure she had at least one. It was just how he was. He could finger her, eat her out, fuck her, or even just tease her and she'd still cum for him.

They both panted as if there was no more oxygen in their lungs. He leaned across tiredly to untie her hands and laid his palm on her waist, his eyelids becoming heavier.

There was a slight throbbing sensation between his legs, but he was ready to ignore it for a moment so he could hold her; nevertheless, the sensation became more intense when something rubbed against his clothed and erect cock.

She'd risen from her side and started kneading his cock. She smirked and slid her hands to the band of his swimming trunks, delicately teasing with a finger between his skin and the band when she spotted him looking at her.

His heart was pounding in his chest as he saw her pull his swimsuit down, and his dick shot out like a jack in the box. Soft hands encircled him, causing him to whimper as they tenderly pumped him till wetness gathered on his tip.

Her tongue licked the precum and swirled around, taking more and more of his dick into her mouth. Taehyung observed her hollowing cheeks as she began sucking him, her fingers still assisting at the base.

He thrust more of himself into her mouth, making her eyes water, groaning from the pleasure. She began to bob her head quicker, but when she observed his thighs tightening, she removed her mouth from around him, causing him to quiver, and straddled him.

"You're very beautiful," he mumbled, taking in her swollen and shiny lips, as she aided her sex onto his.

She started swaying up and down, her breasts bouncing along with her. A view which made him even harder.

He grasped the back of her neck and pulled her face closer to his. He licked her lips and bit into her bottom lip right away.

He cupped her breasts, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses on her skin from her neck to the hardened nipples he'd been tenderly stroking. He licked her bud, then sucked it while dropping his hands to her hips, pressing them down and making her cry out as his length vanished inside her body.

"Cum in me," she begged, her voice pleading.

The plea just fueled his want to pounce on her even more. He flipped them over to be on top of her. His strokes became faster as her back arched and her fingers began to tug at his hair.

Taehyung supported himself with one hand while reaching his other forward to entangle his fingers with hers. The warm reassurance of their hand-holding pushed them both over the brink, causing them to finish simultaneously, their fluids combining as their foreheads lay against each other.

He dragged himself out and laid on top of her.

“Babe, I’ll write a song about this,” he said, making her chuckle.

She cupped his head in her hands and kissed him on the face. She nudged him softly, causing him to roll off her as she stood up to clean herself. Her legs wobbled and she fell back into the bed, causing Taehyung to burst out laughing.

"You still can't handle it, huh?" he asked cockily as he rose from his laying position and walked over to scoop her up and take her to the bathroom to be cleaned.

"How about a shower?" she suggested.

"Not really, unless you want to spend the rest of day the unable to walk," he answered, winking at her.

"Can't get enough of me?"

"Never," he replied, kissing her lips.

After cleaning themselves of the sticky substances and sweat on their skin, they returned to the room to change into their swimsuits and finally go for a swim.

Taehyung carried her on his back the entire journey. She had her hands wrapped around his neck, pecking his cheek as they continued to be helplessly in love, letting sweet nothings and I love yous bouncing off each other's mouths.

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slicznymartwy · 8 months

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Billy lenz request! Male soft dom (or just possesive) reader giving billy physical affection when he's touch starved/lonely. Mainly biting/groping or overstim. Can be established relationship or not. Its cute to see him squirm whilst meekly threatening y/n :) You write slasher stuff really well!!

thank u !! i'm sorry this took so long to write ,, i also realized a little too late that the m!reader could have been a little softer .. i hope this fill is alright T T warnings: kind of cnc, billy gets tied up overstimulated :p, established relationship

☾⋆⁺₊ billy lenz x m!reader

Billy watches you loop the scarf around his wrists and the staircase landing rail. He stands still as he follows each wrap-around with his wide all-seeing eyes.

“I learned it from Boy Scouts,” you joke with a little smile. Billy either doesn’t understand or doesn’t care, glancing at you for barely a moment before he’s watching his wrists again.

“There. Try to get out of it,” you say, stepping back. Billy twists his hands, slowly at first, then with more vigor. He doesn’t go anywhere. It leaves his hands up by his face, at just about eye level. He wraps his grip around the railing, but that’s about all he can do in this position. When he looks at you, he’s expressionless.

“Ready?” you ask him. Billy nods.

Smiling, you lean in to kiss him, which he reciprocates timidly. It makes you smile, and you pet his cheek.

“Such a good boy, letting me tie you up like this,” you murmur against his lips. You peck him again, pulling away to inspect his expression. “Anyone could walk in, you know. They’d see you tied up like a Christmas ham.”

Billy’s face crumples as if you punched him in the stomach, lips parted as he groans quietly. His eyes are screwed shut, and you can't help but touch brush his hair out of his face just to see more of him.

Keeping close, you move to stand behind him, pressing the length of your body against his back. Your backs are to the front door, but you block him completely from where you're standing. No one will be bothering you two, anyways; your friend asked you to housesit while the girls went on a trip together.

Graciously, you accepted the task, if only for the weird guy living in your attic, unbeknownst to any of you. If you were a better man, you would have alerted the police the moment you realized, but you had a habit of thinking with your other head.

“Spread your legs,” you murmur, brushing aside his hair to kiss his neck. Billy does, hobbling his legs apart while trying not to lose his balance. With your hands coming to his waist, you hold him against you. “So good. Such a good pig.”

“I’m not a pig,” Billy mumbles, turning to hide his face in the crook of his elbow.

You shush him quietly, running a soothing hand down his side. You enjoy how Billy shivers under your touch.

“It’s okay. You want me to take care of you, don’t you?” you ask. Billy hums, nodding against his arm.

You let your hand travel from his hip up his torso, palming at his chest.

“You’re so good for me, Billy,” you whisper, taking care to brush your thumbs against his nipples. Even through his sweater, the touch makes Billy twitch. In trying to get away from your hands, he only pushes himself further against your body, and you can tell when he starts to realize that he’s trapped. You wonder if he thought this through when he agreed to letting you tie him up to the banister.

“Touch it,” he gasps, falling forward against the railing. He shoves his face even deeper into his arm, and inadvertently presses his ass against your crotch. “Touch it, touch my cock. Touch it.”

“Think you deserve it?” you tease, running your hands down his body. You slide your hands under Billy’s sweater, rubbing against his bare stomach. Billy groans, low and quiet.

“Do it. J-just fucking touch it. Touch it!” He’s panting already, and looking down over his shoulder, you can see how his cock already bulges against his jeans. You let you finger tips brush beneath the waist of his jeans.

“Why should I? You’re mine right now. I don’t have to listen to you,” you say with a pleased smile. It only grows when Billy keens, high pitched and desperate.

“You do,” he insists, pressing against your hips. “I’ll kill you if you don’t. I’m gonna kill you.”

“No, you won’t. Who else is gonna do this for you?” you murmur against his ear. You brush your hand along the tent in his pants, making him gasp and buck against your hand.

“Anyone... Sluts love Billy’s cock,” he mutters, his brain struggling to keep up with the stimulus and his swimming thoughts.

“This little thing?” you mock, suddenly groping him firmly. Billy shouts wordlessly, knees knocking together as he tries to fight your grip. “Fuck can you even do with this? Do girls even feel it when you fuck them?”

“You’re gonna feel it when I put it in your eye,” Billy snarls. You laugh at him, watching him try so hard to get out of your control. You know he won’t win.

“Look at you. How do you think you’re getting out of this one, piggy?”

“Not a fucking pig,” he grumbled, placated when you start to move your hand on his cock with a gentler stroke.

“You sure about that? Fucking look at you. Cock hungry pig. Bet you’re just hungry for some cum,” you say. Finally, you undo his pants, pulling his length out of his jeans and boxers and wrapping a fist around him. “Or maybe it’s just been too long. You’ve got too much cum in your balls, need me to let some out.”

Billy grunts when you start to stroke him off with a steady rhythm, twisting your hand at his tip on every down stroke. Even with your dry fist, Billy can't help but chase the feeling.

“Hate you,” Billy mumbles, trying pathetically to fuck into your hand when he deems the pace too slow. You don’t let him, stopping your hand completely. You put your fingers in his mouth, and he gags around them.

“Taste yourself. You love that, don’t you? Bet you’d eat your own cum, that’s how much you need to taste it,” you whisper in his ear. Billy’s hips twitch, and you watch how his cock bobs between his legs.

With one hand still in his mouth, you use your free one to stroke him again, relishing in how he moans against your fingers.

“That’s it. Fucking love that, don’t you? You’re so good, Billy. Such a good pig.”

Billy coughs around your fingers, and you take them out. He gasps and coughs again, wet and hacking like he might get sick on the floor. You drag your hand down his chin, then wrap it around the rest of his cock that your one hand doesn’t cover.

“Fuck my hands, Billy,” you tell him.

Billy shudders, and then he starts. He’s shaky for the first few, but then he’s fucking into your hands in earnest. He’s panting and gasping and letting out deep grunts. You can tell when he’s close, with how his thrusts become more sporadic. Then, he’s coming onto the floor, and you milk him until he’s finished.

“Good job. Did so good,” you murmur in his ear. Billy lets out a sigh that sounds more like a sob. You rub his belly with slow circles with one hand.

Billy slumps forward, catching his breath. his cock is waning between his legs. Smiling to yourself, you stroke down to his sensitive tip, hearing him hiss against his arm.

“You’re cute if you think that’s the only time you’re cumming tonight,” you whisper in his ear, thumbing at the crown of his cock. “I’m gonna make you cum until you’re begging me to stop.”

“No,” Billy sobs pathetically.

“Why not? You said you wanted this, remember? I told you I’ll make you cum if you let me tie you up. I never said how many times, did I?” You bring your hand to your mouth to spit on it before wrapping around him again.

You thought he sounded desperate before, but it’s nothing compared to his noises now. The sound of your wet hand squelching around his softened cock filled the foyer, but you could feel him already getting hard again.

“Gonna… Gonna kill you,” Billy mumbles, but his hips are starting to move again. It sounds weak, as far as his usual threats go, but you just tighten your hand and let him use it for now. He smacks his lips, and you can see the wet stain on his sweater where he's started to drool. “Wanna fuck your throat.”

“Too bad,” you tell him, kissing behind his ear. “Maybe later, if you’re good.”

Billy whines at that. Neither of you were under any sort of impression that Billy liked to be good. It was fun to watch him try, though.

“I know. It’ll be difficult for you, won’t it?” you murmur, cupping his balls as his other hand kept its tight fist around his cock. “Just a few more times, okay? Then we can see if you can handle my mouth."

When Billy huffs, he settles back against you a little heavier, wanting your touch. It'll be a long night, but you were already prepared for that. A few hours of lost sleep was worth it for the way the Billy leaned into your touch as much as he twitched away from it.

a/n: reblogs and replies are really appreciated

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ereardon · 2 years

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As It Was [Chapter 5][Hangman x Reader]

Summary: When Jake Seresin calls to tell you he’s accepted a permanent position at Top Gun, you’re elated to finally be living in the same city as your best friend. But everything changes when Jake tells you his news — he has a new girlfriend, and he’s serious about her. And while you want to like her, for Jake’s sake, something about her feels wrong. Jake's arrival in San Diego also puts you in the direct path of Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, who has set his sights on you despite being Jake’s sworn enemy. Every move Rooster makes, Jake intercepts. What game are these two playing, and why is Jake more concerned about you moving on with Rooster than he is about his own relationship?

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol, no use of y/n, mention of death, light smut, angst

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

WC: 4K

Series masterlist here

“You’re two drinks behind everyone.” You looked up to see Jake holding out a red solo cup. Peering inside, you saw a suspicious pink liquid.

“What is it?”

“Pink panty dropper.” He smirked.

You took the cup dubiously and gave him a withering look before taking a sip. It went down smoothly. Too smooth considering all it had in it was beer, pink lemonade concentrate and vodka. “I’m only drinking this because this party is my own personal hell.”

Jake took a sip of his drink and looked around. “What’s wrong with it?”

You shrugged. Jake had somehow convinced you to come back to campus for Greek Row’s infamous New Year’s Eve block party. You could have been in your childhood home watching the ball drop with your parents, or at a shitty bar with your friends from high school watching desperate girls scramble to find guys to kiss at midnight while you mocked them. Instead, you were standing in the kitchen of the Delta Tau Delta house leaning over a bowl of chips that you had been desperate enough to pour to make sure you were eating the untouched top layer before someone else stuck their grubby hand in. “I’m bored.”

Jake looked around the room and then sized you up. He tipped his cup back, downing it, and then slamming it on the counter. “Chug.” It was a command.

“What?” you laughed and he gave you an eye. “Ugh, fine.” You tipped the red cup back, almost choking on the wave of liquid, draining the cup and setting it down, wiping away the small rivulet that ran out of the corner of your mouth. “When I puke tonight, it’s your fault and you’ll have to hold my hair.”

He flashed you a grin. “Deal. Come on, you’re only a college senior once.” Jake grabbed your hand and expertly weaved you through the kitchen and living room, up the large staircase into a narrow hallway headed to the third floor. The second floor had several bedrooms and you heard more than one moan. As you passed one particularly loud room you smirked at Jake and he shook his head, chuckling. On the third floor, he pushed open the last door of the hall to find it empty.

“What are we doing in here?” you whispered. “This isn’t even your chapter.”

“Why are you whispering?” he asked, striding toward the window and yanking it open. “Come here.”

You crossed the room and watched as he slid out the window to a small balcony, holding his hand through and helping you follow. You stumbled awkwardly, wearing a tight mini dress, and he laughed. “Fuck,” you muttered, your heel catching as you tried to pull your leg through the frame.

“Here,” Jake said, stepping closer and sliding your heel off, gently holding your ankle and pulling it to meet your other foot on the ground. He tapped your heeled foot and you lifted it up so he could slide the shoe off, dropping both on the inside of the window. His fingers lingered on your legs before he righted himself to standing and you felt a small jolt of excitement course through you.

Jake stepped on the low railing, hopping over onto the low slung roof of the house and leaning back over to you, one hand outstretched. You shook your head but took his hand anyway, following him out onto the roof. Jake stretched out, lying down, and you immediately curled into his side, one of his arms wrapped tightly around you, your head resting between his arm and torso.

“Better?” he asked.

Above, you could see the stars. You shivered and Jake shrugging off the jacket he had on, wrapping it around your shoulders.

“Here, you’re going to freeze.”

You smiled at him. For three years, Jake Seresin had been the closest person in your life. It didn’t matter who you were each sleeping with or what your relationship status was. He was there for you in a way that most friends wouldn’t be. Everyone else in the sorority thought he was a blond prick. And he was. But when he was with you, he was just Jake. Jake who would pick up milkshakes and wait for you to get out of evening chem lab. Jake who made sure to fend off creepy guys at the bars for you. “You’re missing the party,” you whispered.

He glanced over at you, green eyes sparkling. “That’s OK. It’s better out here, just us.”

The way he was looking at you. It felt different somehow. You had spent years dismissing anyone and everyone who dared to say that you and Jake were more than friends. Your friendship with Jake had spelled doom for multiple relationships. Your boyfriends were jealous. His trysts were turned off by it. And through it all, neither of you had ever discussed it. Put a stop to it. Tried to clear the air.

You had just kept on.

So when Jake reached out and pressed his hand firmly to your thigh, a part of you wasn’t surprised. A part of you wanted to know, after all these years, what it would be like to be pursued by Jake Seresin. The golden boy.

But the other half of you was terrified. That if it didn’t work, you would lose the only person you had ever trusted wholly. Lose the one constant in your life.

“Jake,” you whispered and he looked up. “We shouldn’t.”

“Shouldn’t do what, honey?” he asked, sliding his hand up, over the hem of your dress, over your ass. Your eyes widened into saucers as he moved up, gripping your side near your chest under his jacket.

“Jake, it’s us,” you whispered softly. The hesitation made your voice tremble. He kept his warm hand on you, thumb coming dangerously close to grazing the side of your breast.

He bent his head, leaning into your neck, and his hand moved to pull your leg over his hip as you gasped, before settling on your hip bone.

"I know it is," he murmured against your skin. "It's always been us."

Your dress rode up and for a second you felt him, hard, against your core. Jake rocked against you, pressing deep against your pelvis, and you let out an involuntary moan. Your fingers scrambled to find purchase on his back, gripping him, pulling him closer.

It wasn't until his lips found traction on your neck that you snapped out of it, put a hand on his shoulder and pushed until you were face-to-face again.

"Jake, please," you begged. “I don’t want to ruin this.”

He nodded and it’s as if the trance wore off. He dropped his hand, nodding and sitting up. “You’re right,” he said after a moment. “I’m sorry. I’m drunk.”

You smiled. “It's OK. So am. I.”

“Come here,” he said, and you crawled over, settling in between his legs and lying back against his chest. Jake tipped back and leaned on the slanted shingle roof, wrapping his arms around you.

In the distance you heard shouting as the clock neared midnight. “Five! Four! Three! Two! One!”

The cheers erupted and you felt Jake’s lips brush the top of your head, his hands pressed flat against your stomach. “Happy New Year, Bubs,” he whispered.

You turned your head around to smile at him. “Happy New Year.”

That was the closest you ever came to sleeping with Jake Seresin.

***

“Fuck,” you whispered, turning your head into the back of the couch and smacking it lightly on your hand that was propped up. “God, we’re stupid.”

Jake set down another glass of wine in front of you and you lifted it, draining half of it in a large gulp. “Chill out,” he said.

You gave him a withering stare. “Don’t tell me to chill out. Have you ever met a girl in your life who enjoyed being told that?”

“I meant with the wine, Bubs. Don’t need you getting sick all over the white sofa.”

“Oh.” You put the glass down and raked your fingers through your hair. “I should chase after him, right? That’s what people want. Like a movie character would do that.”

Jake smirked into his bourbon glass. “That sounds like a stupid movie, but sure, I guess.”

You whipped your head around. “Fuck off. I’m still mad at you, you know that?”

He nodded, the smirk instantly sliding from his tanned face. “Yeah, I know.”

“Just because I’m here doesn’t mean I forgive you.”

Jake leaned his forearms onto his thighs and sighed. “I’ve been going over it in my head all week. I don’t know what happened. I fucking snapped, alright? I don’t know how to explain it other than I saw you with him and something inside of me literally went to shit.”

“Why did you tell Diana that Bradley and I were serious?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. I don’t even remember what I said really. She was all over me, asking questions about you. About us. I think I said it just to get her off my back. I thought if she believed you and Bradshaw were serious, she wouldn’t press me so hard about where you and I stand.”

“You’re fucking stupid.”

He hung his head. “I know.” Jake looked up, and stretched his hand out to meet yours on the back of the sofa. “I’m sorry.”

You let him tangle his fingers in yours. It felt like the most natural thing in the world, sitting there with him.

And you hated how easy he made it.

How easy it was to be with him and saying nothing.

How easy it was to fight.

How easy it was to make up.

“Am I going to lose him?” you asked quietly.

Jake shook his head. “No, sweetheart, I don’t think so.”

“I know I’ve dated a lot of shitty guys in the past. But Bradley, he’s different. I think he could be right for me.”

His mouth flattened into a tight line. “If you say so.”

“Jake,” you said softly and he looked up. There was a sense of hope there. “What the fuck happened between you two?”

He pulled his hand away, hope evaporating from his features. “That’s in the past, Abby.”

“No, don’t play that game with me. I need to know what happened if I can move forward with him.” You looked at Jake, his green eyes glued on yours. “We’re not going to get past this if you don’t tell me.”

“Bradshaw will come around no matter what.”

You shook your head and sighed. “You misheard me. You and I are not going to get past this if you don’t tell me what happened between you two.”

Jake looked taken aback. “You’re willing to throw fifteen years of friendship? For him?”

Your jaw was set. “Jake, I’m asking you. As a friend. As someone you care about. Tell me what the fuck happened.”

He sighed and rubbed his eyes before leaning back against the couch arm. “Alright, fine. It all started three years ago.”

***

You opened the door to see Bradley standing on the steps of your house, his eyes glazed over.

“Bradley?” you whispered. It was late. You had been almost asleep when you heard the doorbell ring. “What is it?”

You shuffled him inside, closing the door behind him. He had on a hoodie and sweatpants, a pained look across his face.

“Sweetheart?” you said, stepping closer and pressing one hand to his cheek until his eyes focused on you. “What’s going on?”

He kicked off his sneakers and sighed. “I’m sorry, it’s late, I know. I just had to see you.”

You shook your head. “Don’t worry about it. Come on, let me get you something to drink.” You led him back into the kitchen, pointed to a bar stool as you reached into the cabinet. “Bourbon or tea?”

“Tea,” he said and you grabbed the canister while he sat down. That felt like a more loaded answer. Liquor had the ability to right wrongs. Tea was simply to soothe things that were already broken.

You filled the electric kettle with water and set it down on the base, flicking it on. Bradley sat quietly, watching, as you filled the teapot with loose leaf tea, scooping it carefully and cleaning up the stray leaves that fell on the granite counter. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” you asked quietly.

He was silent. You leaned over the counter and took both of his hands in his.

“Or we don’t have to talk.”

You let his hands go, turning to grab the kettle, pouring the hot water directly into the tea pot and then depositing the kettle in the sink. Bradley watched in silence as you grabbed two mugs from the nearby cabinet, grabbed a jar of honey from the tangle of spices you had sitting on the counter. You poured him a cup after a few minutes of steeping and nudged it closer to him.

“It’s hot,” you warned. He nodded and blew on the mug, taking a delicate sip. You took a seat on the stool next to him, turning so your legs were facing him instead of tucked underneath the countertop. Your fingers reached up, brushing through the curls at the back of his head.

“I’m sorry,” he said, putting the mug down.

You frowned. “It’s OK, I wasn’t asleep yet anyway.”

Bradley shook his head. “No, I’m sorry about the way I acted at Seresin’s house last night. For what I said. I was jealous of the relationship you guys have. And I let it get to me.”

“Oh, honey,” you said, taking his hand. “Trust me, you’re not the first person to act like that. I’m sorry that I was doing something that made you uncomfortable.”

“It’s just, he gets under my skin,” Bradley said, “and I hate that he gets to be so close to you. There’s no avoiding him.”

You sighed and stroked his hand with your thumb. “I know it’s difficult. But I promise I’ll do better so you don’t feel like I’m choosing sides. I never want you to feel like I’m choosing him over you.”

Bradley looked up. There was a sadness there you hadn’t expected. Not after how he had been these last few weeks. You had seen the gregarious side of him. The gentle side. The sexual side. But this was new. This was raw in a way that went deeper than that first night at the beach.

“What is it?” you tipped your head.

He swallowed. “I want what my parents had. I’m older now, I realize that’s the goal. When I was younger it was all about the chase. Finding the most beautiful woman in the room, making her mine for the night. But now.” He shook his head. “It’s different. That doesn’t really interest me anymore. I want a life with someone.”

You closed your eyes. You were thirty two. Every relationship you’d had since college had fizzled out within six months. It was either timing, or your career scared them away. The worst had been the guy who had said he was ready to marry you. That he had saved up, looked at rings.

It wasn’t until a month later that you found out that ring had made its way to another girl’s finger. That he had been seeing her all along behind your back.

Jake had come out to Boston for a week after that happened. He helped put you back together when everything else was falling apart.

You weren't ready to do that again.

“I like you, Abby,” Bradley whispered, gripping your hands tightly in his. “I think I could be serious about you. I just need to know — do you feel the same about me? Or is Seresin always going to get in the way of what we could be?”

You closed your eyes. Could you imagine a life without Jake?

No.

Could you imagine a life without Bradley?

You didn’t want to.

You looked at him. “I care about you a lot, Bradley. Nothing Jake says or does is going to change that.”

He stood up from the bar stool, towering over you, your face cupped in his hands as he reached down and pressed his lips to yours tightly. He was like a hurricane: everywhere and all at once. You slid your hands up to grab his wrists, pulling him back for a moment.

“Are you OK?” you asked softly, pushing out of the stool and coming to standing.

He smiled hesitantly. “I just need you. I need to kiss you and feel you under my fingertips and have you tell me everything is going to be alright."

You grabbed his hand and led him to your bedroom. Stripping off your pajamas, Bradley did the same, never breaking eye contact. You crawled onto the bed and to your surprise, he laid down in your arms, your fingers threading through his hair softly. “It’s going to be alright,” you whispered into his ear. One large hand came out and wrapped around your bare hip. “You’re safe with me.”

“I didnt know him well,” he murmured into your chest where his head lay.

“Know who?”

“My dad.”

You sucked in a breath, brushing the hair off his forehead slowly. “I’m sorry.”

“But I know they loved each other. My parents, that is. My mother never remarried. Never really dated anyone after he died. He was it for her. The way she talked about him, it wasn’t just rose-colored glasses. She truly thought the sun rose and set around him. That’s what I want, someday.”

“You’ll have it,” you said confidently, running one hand up and down his arm that was stretched across your torso. “I know you will.”

Bradley was quiet. You reached down and cupped his cheek.

“You deserve to be loved. That’s it, end of story. You are so smart and funny and successful and kind. How could anyone not love you?”

Bradley propped himself up on one arm, his fingers outstretched against your ribs, thumb pressed against your breast. “I want it to be someone like you, in the end.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you just reached up and pressed your lips against his, hooked your right leg around him and pulled him in closer.

Nothing needed to be said as he shifted on top of you and you opened your legs for him, feeling the heat radiating off your bodies.

He didn’t have to say anything as he ran his length against you before sinking in, deep, as you shuddered around him.

You didn’t say anything as you kissed his shoulder while he pumped into you, stifling your screams against his skin.

As you lay there after, covered in a thin layer of sweat, a tangle of arms and legs, Bradley’s quiet breaths faded off into slumbering snores and you covered him with the blanket.

You didn’t know what to say to him to make it better.

It killed you to think that you might not be the person he was looking for.

***

I’m chickening out, you texted Phoenix. I’m going to leave before she gets here.

No you are not! She texted back immediately. Sit your ass down, order a drink.

What if she tries to choke me?

You can take her.

You snorted and sent her a devil emoji and then flipped your phone screen down on the table. Diana had asked, through Jake, to have drinks with you. You were uncomfortable with it, but the puppy dog eyes that Jake did made you agree. You hated that he could get you to do pretty much anything.

“Abby?”

You looked up. Diana was standing next to the chair in a pair of jeans and a button down, her hair tied back neatly in a low bun. You hated that she pulled it off instead of looking like a Founding Father. “Hey,” you said, motioning to the chair. “Sit! Hope you don’t mind, I already ordered a drink.” You pointed to the gin martini in front of you.

She sat down and gave you a small smile. “That’s OK. Sorry I’m late, traffic was terrible.”

You nodded and clasped your hands on the table. An outsider would look at the two of you and laugh at the juxtaposition. Diana with her dark brown hair and preppy casual demeanor, her almost Victorian-era air of mystery. Then there was you: bright blond hair in large curled waves, long sleeved navy dress with a sweetheart neckline and knee-high boots. You couldn’t be two different types of women if you tried.

“Thanks for meeting me,” she said after the waitress took her drink order. A gin and tonic, just like that night at the bar.

“Of course,” you said. “How are you?” It felt weird to ask. Last time you saw her, you were hauling her boyfriend out of a crowded bar. You had seen her face that night. The pain was there for the world to see.

“Not great, honestly,” she said and you shifted in your seat. You were from the South. You don’t say things like that in the South. Someone asks how you are and you pretend you’re fine. That’s just good manners.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“I’ll cut to the chase,” she said and you thanked God, bringing the martini glass closer to your lips and taking a sip. “Jake and I are a little rocky. I thought this move was going to fix a lot of things. But I’m realizing, there’s a lot he didn’t tell me before we moved in together.”

“Like what?”

“Well, for one, you.”

You sucked in a breath. “What?”

She frowned. “He said he had a friend named Abby who he saw sometimes. But he really downplayed how close you two were. How close you are,” she corrected. “So it really threw me off that night we had you over for dinner. Seeing how comfortable you were with each other.” Diana put an emphasis on the word comfortable, and you knew what she meant. She didn’t like how touchy you two were.

“I’m really sorry,” you said. “I had no idea he didn’t tell you about our friendship. And I never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable.”

She shrugged, picking up her glass shakily. “Trust me, I know it’s not your fault. This has Jake written all over it.”

“He’s never been a good communicator.”

Diana gave you a soft smile. “It’s weird. You know him so well. A part of me thinks I should be the one who knows everything about him. And then I realize that I’ve only known him for seven months. You’ve been in his life for more than a decade.”

“Diana,” you said. “Trust me when I say I don’t want to be the reason you and Jake are fighting.”

She drained the last of her drink. “No, I know you don’t. From everything Jake has said about you, you’re a nice person. Smart, too, which is a bit rude considering how beautiful you are.” You blushed. “It’s me. I’m the problem. I got the idea in my head and I’m having a hard time getting rid of it.”

“What idea?”

“That there’s something going on between you two that I’m missing,” she said quietly, pushing the damp paper napkin under her drink around in circles.

“Oh, Diana,” you whispered. “You don’t have to worry about that. There’s nothing going on between me and Jake, I promise.”

She looked up, dark eyes burrowing into you. “I just have one question. And I’ll believe whatever you tell me. You’ve shown me no reason not to.”

“What is it?” You tipped your head, recrossing your legs under the table.

Diana sucked in a breath. “Are you in love with him?”

You hesitated.

A/N: Won't lie to y'all, I am very torn about Bradley and Jake at the moment! I love them both, for different reasons. Especially soft Bradley! Curious to see if anyone is still a Jake stan or are we all on Bradley's side? I have two, potentially three, more chapters planned out, although that could get totally switched up based on where the story goes.

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mariatesstruther · 8 months

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I love the idea of Sarah and Ellie as same aged step-siblings but can I introduce you to the idea of the canon age gap being kept and Sarah, a grown professional woman, laughing at her father constantly for having to re-do the teenage years with another sarcastic teenage girl but this time this one isn't as well mannered or nice.

Sarah broke curfew out studying and smoking pot with her other AP classmates. Ellie breaks curfew because she broke into a building.

Sarah loves it.

“Sarah broke curfew out studying and smoking pot […] Ellie breaks curfew because she broke into a building.” THIS IS SENDING MEEEEEEEE

UM THANK U VERY MUCH ANON FOR THIS INTRODUCTION. I AM YES-ANDING THIS SO MF HARD

wanna take a sec to cred @liveandletcry23 and @maddiesbooknook for the sarah/ellie sibling idea!

what i love about this too is that joel would essentially have to deal with The Teenage Years not just twice, but three times—because from what we gather from the show/game, he spent the majority of his early life being responsible for tommy. and ik this is heavy in some respects but its also just so fucking funny imagining joel going through the wringer with tommy (who i imagine to be a bit of a reckless thrill-seeking type teenager), then raising sarah and being like “oh my god, bless her, look at this sweet little angel baby. i finally get to rest”

and then ELLIE comes in and figures out how to slide down the railing of their staircase before she’s even 5 years old, and he’s just like

#THANK YOU SO MUCH WHOEVER SENT THIS #PLS SEND MORE #other anons in my inbox i am drafting very long responses not ignoring u! ily too!#the millers #sarah and ellie sibling rights!!!!!#love love love love this #tlou #tommy miller #joel miller #sarah miller #ellie miller #ellie williams #asked and answered

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brattytoddler · 10 months

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little!reader getting scared of the dark and clinging onto eddie’s leg :( awe

it starts off with the group watching a horror movie downstairs after eddie had already tucked you into bed.

however, the group knows how much you hate bedtime (seriously, who even invented that?!) and often will try anything to even just stay up for 5 minutes longer.

but, you have some tricks that work; one of them is waiting until the group gets comfortable during the movie, sneaking out of bed and sitting on the stairs at just the perfect angle to watch along to whatever low quality comedy they’ve decided on. you haven’t been caught yet, either! so, what would be any different about tonight?

as you tip-toed down the creaky wooden floorboards to the long, dark staircase, you could hear the group laughing and cracking open soda, excellent.

it was always easier to sneak down the old stairs when the television was loud, so you toddled to the 6th step, smiling as you perched against the railing and tilted your head to see what was on for tonight, until-

your mouth fell open slightly in shock as scenes of gore were flashing up on the television, bottom lip instantly quivering as you watched in terror, frozen in anxiousness. suddenly, it was too dark and too scary and everything was just too much. the group usually never watch horror movies (it’s rare due to steve, shockingly. eddie constantly reminds him he’s a “pussy” too). needless to say, you were frustrated because this was supposed to be your super secret plan and now it’s ruined. your body trembles as you sniffle, eyes glossed over in fear.

eddie turned his head almost immediately after the first string of sniffling, noticing you sitting on the steps with a tear-stained face. the others looked over to where eddie rushed, also getting up to crowd around you.

“hey- hey, baby- baby, what’s wrong?” eddie cooed, watching the way you reached forward to hook yourself around his leg. you clutched his jeans tightly, sobbing into his pant leg. steve and nancy went to work at rubbing your back and kissing your temple, whispering gentle “sh, sh, sh”s and “it’s okay, baby”s into your ear as robin had already went to the kitchen to make you a bottle. jonathan stood awkwardly to observe the others and you, a frown on his face. he hated when you were upset and he couldn’t fix it like “the big brother he is”. it honestly crushes him but he knows sometimes you just need to cry.

“eddie, carry her to the couch, she’s so little,” nancy cooed, smiling sweetly at your teary eyes that eventually looked up at her. she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and pressed a tender kiss to your cheek as steve lifted you up over onto eddie’s shoulder, who took you to the couch and positioned you to lay in his lap with your head resting against the arm of the couch.

you were still crying, but it definitely reduced once the group were surrounding you, bottle now in eddie’s hand as he waited for you to stop crying fully.

“you’re okay, sweetheart,” eddie cooed, sliding a hand under your oversized t-shirt and rubbing your stomach in soothing circles. “daddy’s got you, it’s okay, darling.”

needless to say, once you drank your bottle and got lots of kisses, eddie sat you up and traced gentle shapes on your back. “baby, did you see the movie we were watching? did it scare you?”

you bit your bottom lip nervously, looking at how everyone was staring at you to answer, to which you covered your face and whined. the group collectively chuckled, amused by your embarrassment as eddie spoke up.

“darling, that’s why you have to stay in bed,” eddie spoke. “because sometimes, we like to watch adult movies. and those aren’t for little-“ he pokes at your sides in between words, causing you to giggle. “babies, now are they?”

you shake your head, face red. you knew what you did was technically wrong, but it seemed like that didn’t matter now. the group knew you learned your lesson by just watching the film, so the rest of the night was spent curled up against everyone while watching cartoons (and you might have convinced jonathan to sneakily open you a soda).

(maybe two sodas).

#steve harrington agere #stranger things age regression #stranger things agere #robin buckley agere #jonathan byers agere #nancy wheeler agere #eddie munson agere

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Victoria breaking her rule for her and Sonny… she ends up wanting there to be a them in some way 👀🔥

Oh yes, the golden rule… 😶 Only a one-night stand in New York, nothing more, nothing less. After all, it was a just a harmless, one-time encounter, right? 😈

“You won’t believe me now, but you will later.” You remembered Sonny breathing against your neck, hungrily kissing you all over. “Nothing��s ever gonna satisfy you like this again.”

You gaze at yourself upon the full-body mirror in your bedroom, clasping your hands over your reddened cheeks—hot with blush.

“Yeah, once you get a taste of me… I’m not jokin’, baby. I know you’ll want some more.”

You smoothen out your lacy babydoll nightgown, placing your hands over the shoulder straps and taking a deep breath in—simply unable to block out Sonny’s voice in your head, almost beckoning to you.

“After all, why wouldn’t you, right? Heh.”

You pull off your hair tie, letting your loose bun fall down your shoulders as you gently rake your fingers through it—a hopeless method of distracting yourself against what your body truly wants, needs, and desires.

“Anytime, anywhere.”

Even from the way the fabric of your nightgown brushes up against your tender nipples, they ache to be touched, licked and sucked by Sonny and Sonny alone—crying out like the rest of your body.

“I could fuck you even if Michael was in the next room. I can make it work.”

Without second thought or a moment’s hesitation, you quietly walk out of the bedroom; turning off the lights and shutting the door behind you.

“C’mon, I’m already yours. Just one taste? Don’t you want me again?”

Listening to the faint, muffled sound of Sonny’s voice coming from the study downstairs and further down the hallway, you patiently wait by the hallway as you also hear Tom’s footsteps leading off and out of the estate.

“Anything for a taste of you and that heavenly pussy again…”

You graze your tongue against your bottom lip, still thinking about the taste of Sonny’s hot lips over yours—how your tongues laced with one another, battling for dominance.

“I can keep a secret. It’s been my secret fantasy for long enough.”

Keeping your footsteps soft and quiet, you walk down the spiral staircase—letting your hand slide down the mahogany railing as you continue to walk towards the private study.

“Don’t tell Michael.”

You can no longer hear the sound of Sonny’s voice or any signs of him, but the same remains true for Michael whose out in the boathouse with the children—leaving you with the perfect private opportunity to let your craving and new obsession lead you where you need to be.

“What Michael doesn’t know can’t hurt him.”

You push open the door to the private study, stepping inside and seeing Sonny just across from you at a desk; his head hunched over, one hand rubbing over his temple in frustration, and a confused expression over Sonny’s face at the paperwork he’s holding.

“I know you’ll be back for me. I’m just waiting.”

Sonny only hears you enter the study when you close the door behind you, continuing to approach the table Sonny sits at.

“For you, I’ll wait as long as I need to.”

Sonny raises his head—every thought and word in his head ceasing to exist at the sight of you in a short, see-through and sexy nightgown walking directly up to him.

“Santino,” you breathe out—every inch of your body yearning and beckoning for this man, only giving away via your body language just how you’re aching from arousal.

Sonny’s grip loosens over the paper as it falls back down on the desk, and he can no longer take his eyes off of you or stop his erection from instantly hardening in his trousers. “Vic… You’re—”

“I’m here.” You place your hands over the straps of your nightgown, nudging them off your shoulders to let your breasts spill free and the rest of the fabric drop off your body. “And I can’t wait any longer. Take me.”

#GODFATHER AU #VICTONNY #SONNY CORLEONE #SANTINO CORLEONE #SONNY CORLEONE X READER #SONNY CORLEONE X READER SMUT #MOTH TO FLAME FIC #MOTH TO FLAME FANFIC #PROMPTS #MOTH TO FLAME AU #GODFATHER X READER #not canon

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“Corporations are the soulless brains of rat-filled people.”

Context under cut. Content warning for gore

In my dream last night I was somehow managing to buy a house. Massive, rambling, old, lots of antique furniture in and flourishing plants still there. Was taking a tour with my ex, god knows why, who was excited about things in the place for me but his presence drove me to explore faster than I wanted so as to not be in the same room.

Gorgeous…greenhouse? Conservatory? Lofty glass-ceilings room with potted plants all around and quite a few in pots suspended by chains from the ceiling. Warm and bright, all my plants would love it.

A beautiful study with a fireplace taking up a whole wall, dark wood built-ins with glass-front cabinets. One of those clocks with the perpetually spinning orbs under a glass dome.

In one room there was a bench sized and shaped structure, turned akimbo mostly toward the wall. The seat area was round wooden rails, with actual wooden seat platform on it large enough for one person at one end. My ex declared it to be a shoeshine bench; there were foot supports in front of the seat for such an activity so I had to presume he was right. Couldn’t test whether the seat could still slide along the rails, though, because there were four 80s-90s era mini electric keyboards on the rails. Collecting dust in a house where everything else was clean.

I moved on without finding the kitchen, climbing the stairs. The upper floors were a little more dim, and had a stranger layout, with half-flights of stairs. Went up one to find a room with the doorway filled with two panes of glass on hinges; the one on the stairs side I had to press and release to have it spring out and swing toward me. The one on the other side did the same in the other direction. It led to a playroom with toys mostly put away but others still scattered on the far side of the room. The glass door was, apparently, so a parent could glance up the stairs and see the kids still safe and playing in there.

I left through a door to one side; coming up the half stairs, the ceiling had slanted sideways over me, indicating another set of stairs above running perpendicular.

This was when I ran into the small man. Somehow it did not bother me he was there. He reminded me of The Old Man Of Hoy from Sense8, but much more compact, only three feet tall at most.

At one point I discovered an oak and wrought iron built in foldout stair made to let me climb to open some sort of door. I pulled it out using the round safe-door type handle, climbed up, but the door was locked.

“Don’t have the key.” The old man said. “There’s another way to the fifth floor.” He sounded unsure of himself but I followed his swift pace around to the bottom of a staircase that climbed through a space that got smaller as we went up, to a door that was 1/3 height and also locked. But I had a piece of flat metal and a Bobby pin I could bend, and a rudimentary experience of basic lock picking, and I got it open.

The old man and I were hip to hip as we shoved our top halves through the doorway. The other side was dark, so I pulled out my phone and set it to flashlight. To the right, the ceiling slanted down in two sections; eaves, flat wood surfaces painted a violet-tinged grey with white accents. On one end the floor opened up to a sharply dropping ramp that disappeared into shadow. At the time it struck me as a bad slide for a person to go down, but now I think it was a slide to move boxes from eaves storage to rooms below without having to carry them downstairs/through rooms. Like a dumbwaiter with the simplest of physical mechanics.

We turned our heads and my light to the left, and the ceilings rose to full height, picking out open doorways to very still rooms, objects and doorknobs thick with dust and some furniture draped with cloths. The old man crowed with delight. “You found it - The Cousins’ House! The house within a house!” We scrambled through and to our feet, and somehow I know this section was just that - a whole ‘nother house, attached and separated, from days long past when folks might come visiting for months at a time.

We explored here slowly, for this house was dark as midnight and even more maze like than the main house. I rounded a square pillar with piles of abandoned items around its base all dusted and cobwebby, and there was a hint of movement at the edge of the light. I moved closer - it was a doll, perhaps the size of a standing American Girl Doll, no taller than my knees as it stood there. It’s head moved, turning away, and a little-girl voice said something I do not now recall. My friends standing behind me (I do not know who, but they were there) were terrified, so I said, “oh look, a baaaaayby! Get the baby!” in a playful singsong voice. I stopped toward it to scoop up the doll, to show my friend it was perhaps a really good windup doll.

That is when the doll ran. That little girl voice was repeating,” don’t catch the baby!” While I chased it through the maze of rooms and halls, barely keeping it in my shaker flashlight, calling out, “catch the baaaayby!” My friends were yelling to stop, no, don’t try to catch it. Wet came back round to where they stood and I snatched the doll up, swaddling it in the blanket that was wrapped around it and cradling it in my arms to show my friends. It’s face was turned away.

“Who’s a baby?” I asked jovially, stroking the fringe of its bangs. My friends were relaxing now. The doll’s head swiveled to face me—

ABRUPTLY I was no longer in that place, that situation, those people. I was staring from very close up into the face of 90s era pixie-cut Winona Ryder. Her pale skin was glistening with moisture, her teeth perfectly white as she hissed, “Corporations are the soulless brains of ratless people.” She took a deep breath, ragged, as if talking was an effort, and said it again. “Corporations are the soulless brains of rat-filled people. Corporations are the soulless brains of ratless people. Corporations are the soulless brains of rat-filled people. ” Over and over again she repeated it and slowly my view drew back like a camera pulling away she was still gasping and hissing it as I saw that she had no arms, rough-edges of flesh around wet pits where they had been pulled off. She wore nothing, she was in a bath, deep cuts down her body that was dappled with moisture - from sweat, from steam. There were long streaky tunnels of blood down her skin. Finally she could speak no longer, her head lolling in a deathless silent scream, the inside of her mouth blackened. Her legs were torn away the same way as her arms. The bath water was milky. When I was far enough away I could see a thick ruddy cephalopodean tentacle rising from the bath, lashing toward me.

I awoke. Full of What The Fuck?

#last night i dreamt #I need to write the story #The Cousins House #o to have a ranking home with a greenhouse study and weird built-ins

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Family Is What You Make It

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Wanda didn't know what to expect from their final destination, but this certainly wasn't it. Below them was a huge house, with an equally as large area of land surrounding it. Wanda never imagined that a property that big could belong to anyone that wasn't royalty. Growing up in Sokovia, where all the houses were less than 900 square feet, she couldn't even fathom a house as big as this. not only was there an excess of space, but students were also walking all over the campus. Wanda smiled as she looked down at the lively place. She and her brother would be happy here, she thought to herself.

When the plane finally landed Wanda all but ran out the doors. Her legs were slightly wobbly but she couldn't care less. Wanda ran through the grass, twirled around, and looked up to feel the warm sun on her face. Wanda knew that she must have looked insane to the people in the field, however, she didn't have it in her to acknowledge their stares. Wanda was free from her captors. Wanda hadn't felt anything other than cement under her feet in so long. She had been robbed of the ability to dance around and enjoy herself. Most of all, Wanda hadn't seen a genuinely sunny sky in over three years. Just standing under the warm golden beams seemed to help rejuvenate her soul. Getting tired of standing, Wanda decided to lie down on the ground instead.

After a few moments, she felt Pietro lie down next to her. Wanda breathed in deeply, held it, and then let all the air out with a toothy smile. She turned to look at her brother. Where Wanda could hold a tan until the next day sunshine came, Pietro got pale after the first week that sun was gone. By no means did Pietro look like he was white, but his skin lacked a certain vibrance.

"Wanda," said her brother. She looked into his eyes. "Get up people are staring," he continued to say. Wanda looked around, people were indeed staring at them. Wanda smiled sheepishly and got up off of the grass. She brushed the back of her dress hoping no more grass was left on it. Then Wanda followed Pietro and Erik inside the mansion. The home was even more spectacular inside; there were mutants everywhere, and they were all Wanda's age.

Wanda's eyes wandered around the massive entryway, there were beautiful cream moldings, extravagant light fixtures, dark wooden walls, and massive windows, and the whole room was tied together by the grand, polished, wooden staircase. Wanda looked at her brother, they were thinking the same thing. In a flash, both of them were racing up the stairs, so that they could ride the railing back down. Once they got up to the top of the staircase Wanda and her brother sat on top of it and waited a bit before sliding down, in other words, Wanda had to push Pietro. Wanda laughed, maybe a little too loud, as she went down the railway. Most of her childhood was stolen from her, she was happy to have even only a few seconds back. When she got to the bottom Pietro stopped her from flying out the door.

Even as she was still smiling she heard a voice in her head, "I'm glad someone is enjoying that old staircase."

Wanda was now on high alert, she had never come across another telepath. She whipped her head around to where she sensed the other person to be. When she looked down she saw a man in a wheelchair smiling up at her. Even though the man looked nice enough Wanda didn't like the feeling of someone else messing around in her mind. Wanda wondered if this is how others felt when she controlled someone. Wanda could still feel her mind in the man's grasp. Let go, she projected while shoving the wheelchair back with a red burst of energy.

Wanda's eyes widened, she would be hurt now all because she couldn't control her emotions. However, instead of punishing her the man simply smiled and stuck out his hand for her and Pietro to shake. "Charles Xavier, I'm deeply sorry for intruding. Sometimes I forget that most don't find the experience terribly welcoming". Wanda shook his hand after Pietro. She was happy to meet another telepath, however, she was less thrilled that she understood only half of the words he said.

Erik looked at Xavier and they seemed to have a little telepathic conversation, Wanda knew that she could've listened in but that would be a breach of trust between her and her liberator (she also knew that adults thought the strangest things and she did not want to learn more than she had to about the two men). Wanda wasn't the intrusive type, despite what her powers may lead one to believe. When Wanda had to read a mind she liked to do it nicely, go in, get what she needed, and then get out.

After a few moments, Erik turned to the twins. "I know that you can not speak English very well, and since you do not want Charles in your mind I will be translating. I am sorry for any mistakes as Russian is my 6th language."

Pietro waved off Erik, "It is okay, Russian isn't even our first language. I think there will be mistakes from us too." Erik smiled at Wanda and her brother. Wanda followed Erik and Charles into the kitchen, her brother holding her hand the whole way. Ever since escaping HDYDRA, Wanda and her brother had started to cling together more than ever before. Wanda was happy that she could finally be near her brother with no wall separating them, and she knew that he felt the same way.

When they got to the kitchen, Erik motioned to the two empty seats in a breakfast nook. As Wanda went to sit down she saw Erik go to grab something from a cupboard, until Charles motioned to a big metal pot that was on the stove. The two adults exchanged some words and Erik gave Charles a look that told Wanda there was a long complicated history between the two. Erik then went to a pantry and started to mix together a doughy, grainy-looking mixture. Erik then got a spoon and started to make balls out of the dough(?), which he then dropped into the pot along with other cut-up vegetables. A little while later Wanda and Pietro were scarfing down the delicious soup, they were practically licking the bowl. Wanda looked up once, and she saw Erik following Charles out of the room, she was too hungry to care about it though.

#wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #erik lehnsherr #charles xavier #cherik #magnet family #magfam #matzo ball soup #i think the soup deserves to be it's own character at this point #ao3 fanfic

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The Meeting

At an unknown time, Unor introduces Velvet to a certain someone that would change her life forever. Also available on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/TheRedMafia Next Update: [Updated] Word Count: 3118

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The girl carefully slid between the railings of the staircase. With a deep breath, she jumped down from the ledge and landed on the marble floor with a loud thud. She quickly stood, wiping her long, black hair out of her face.

“Velvet Bolton, what did I say about jumping off the stairs?” A female voice called from the kitchen down the hall. The girl froze in place.

“Sorry, mater!” She yelled back nervously. A loud sigh echoed down the marble hall.

“Are you ok?”

“Ita!”

“English, Velvet.”

“Yeah, I’m ok.”

“Good, now come here. Breakfast is ready.” The girl groaned before hurrying down the corridor. She turned at a tall, white arch and entered the pure white kitchen where her mother, Nala Bolton, stood.

“There’s my girl,” she said, smiling. Velvet rolled her eyes.

“What’s for breakfast?” The 10-year-old asked, sliding into one of the cushioned dining chairs seated at the table. Nala grabbed a white plate off of the counter and set it in front of her daughter.

“French toast and fruit. Your favourite, for your last Monday before school.” The girl groaned and looked up at her mom.

“Mater, what are you on about?”

“You start school in a week, Velvet, and then I won’t be able to see you every day! I’m going to make this last week count.” Velvet smiled slightly and looked up at Nala.

“...Thanks mater.” Nala grin widened and she pulled her child into a hug.

“You are so adorable fīlia!” the woman exclaimed. Velvet quickly attempted to break her mother’s grip to no avail.

“Mater, let me go!” The struggle continued for a minute or so before a loud cough echoed through the kitchen. Nala and Velvet quickly looked up towards the entryway.

“Am I interrupting something?” The cold voice of Unor Bolton asked, sending a chill down Velvet’s spine. His hair was slicked back with hair gel, as it typically was. The man was already dressed in a black suit, despite the early time. As soon as she saw him, Nala’s eyes lit up.

“Unor, what a lovely surprise! How are you this morning?” she asked, finally releasing her daughter.

“Perfectly fine, thank you for asking, dear.”

“What are you doing here?” Velvet spat, narrowing her eyes at her father. Unor returned the gesture.

“Good morning to you too, dēvoveō,” he said, smirking, “I’m here to eat breakfast with my family. I believe I have the right to do so?”

“That’s fucking rich.”

“Velvet, watch your language,” Nala scolded before turning back to her husband, “I think it’s lovely that you’re able to join us, Unor.”

“Why thank you, Nala. I’m glad at least one member of my familia still respects me,” he muttered, glaring at Velvet once more. Velvet stuck her tongue out in response.

“Velvet, behave yourself. Unor, why don’t you take a seat? I’ll grab you a plate.”

“Thank you, mōnstrum.” A slight blush dominated Nala’s face as the woman turned around and walked to the other side of the kitchen, where a pan sat on the stove. Velvet sent a death glare towards Unor as he sat down across from her.

“You’re disgusting,” she muttered. Unor raised an eyebrow.

“And why would you think that?”

“Calling your own wife a monster? You’re a fucked up man.” He looked Velvet in the eyes and smirked.

“She enjoyed being called that last night.”

“I fucking hate you.”

“Here you go Unor!” Nala said cheerfully, returning to the table and setting a plate down in front of her husband. Unor smiled at her.

“Thank you Nala, this looks delicious.” Nala grinned, her face now a bright pink.

“Mater tua facilis est, dēvoveō,” Unor said as Nala turned to grab her own plate. Velvet simply glared at him.

“This is nice, having breakfast as a family,” Nala commented as she sat down.

“It is, uxor, it really is,” Unor replied, smiling. Velvet rolled her eyes.

“What do you want, pater?” she demanded. Unor tilted his head slightly.

“What are you talking about, Velvie?”

“It’s obvious that you’re only here because you want something from me. So spill-” Nala lightly nudged her daughter, causing her to stop speaking.

“What I believe Velvet is trying to say,” Nala mumbled, “Is that you rarely have time to eat with us. What changed this morning?” Unor laughed.

“I just had an open morning, that’s all. My first meeting isn’t until 2pm so I thought I’d spend the time with my familia.” Nala smiled at her husband.

“Aww, we’re glad to have this morning with you dear.”

“Speak for your fucking self, mater.”

“Language!”

“Sorry.” Unor smiled and took a bite of his food.

“This is amazing, Nala! Where did you learn to cook like this?”

“My mother was an amazing cook, growing up-” Velvet quickly began to tune out her parents' conversation. While she did think her mother’s cooking was spectacular, the 10-year-old would rather die than agree with her father.

“That reminds me. Velvet?” Unor said, turning to look at his child, “I have someone for you to meet today. I expect you to be in my office by 10 am sharp. Am I clear?”

“There it is,” she mumbled, “Sure. Whatever. Can you leave now?”

“Velvet, what is with you this morning?” Nala scolded. Velvet quickly threw her chair back and stood up.

“May I be excused?.”

“Velvet-”

“May. I. Be. Excused?” Velvet muttered, glaring at her mother. Nala was silent for a few moments before sighing.

“Yes, you may.” Velvet forced a smile and turned on her heels.

“Make sure you wear something presentable!” Unor called out as Velvet walked out of sight.

“Fuck off!”

Velvet groaned as she heard a knock on her bedroom door.

“What do you want?”

“I just want to talk, could you unlock the door?”

“No.”

“Velvet, please.” The 10-year-old groaned once more and walked over towards the door, stepping over various piles of clothes and training gear. She slowly opened the door to see her mother standing there, holding Velvet’s unfinished breakfast plate.

“You forgot this,” she breathed.

“Thanks,” Velvet mumbled, grabbing the dish. Nala looked at her child before sighing.

“Is that what you’re wearing to go meet your father?” Velvet looked down at the black ripped jeans and hoodie she was dressed in.

“Uh…yeah?” Nala sighed and walked in, shutting the door behind her.

“Come on, let’s find you something decent to wear.” Velvet groaned as her mother walked over to her closet.

“I’m fine, mater.

“Your father said presentable. Ripped jeans are not presentable.”

“I doubt its important,” Velvet said, plopping down on her bed while Nala opened the closet and began looking around, “It’s probably just a new business partner with a job for me. Nothing new.” Nala pulled a hanger out of the closet and held it out.

“How about this one?” The woman asked. Velvet narrowed her eyes.

“That is the ugliest dress I’ve ever seen.”

“Now that’s just not true. Nothing can be worse than the dress we saw Mrs. Gracy wearing on T.V. the other day.” Velvet laughed.

“Yeah, that was pretty bad.”

“Can you believe your dad told me I should ask her where she got it and buy one?”

“Please don’t, oh my gods.” Nala laughed and walked over to where Velvet was sitting. She softly laid the light-blue dress on Velvet’s lap. The 10-year-old ran her hand down the silk fabric.

“Why does it have a collar?”

“Fashion, fīlia, fashion.”

“Screw fashion, it looks stupid.”

“Your aunt would disagree.” Velvet looked up at her mother.

“Aunt Raquel? Why do you say that?” Nala smiled sadly and looked away.

“She loves fashion, wanted to be a fashion designer before taking over the company.”

“Do…do you ever miss living with them?” Nala sighed.

“Yeah, I do. But living with Unor is great and I couldn’t be happier.”

“Mendāx.”

“What was that?” Nala asked, turning back to look at her daughter.

“Nothing. I guess I should change?” Nala nodded and checked her watch.

“You have about 15 minutes,” she said, standing up, “I’ll let you get ready.”

“Ok mater.”

“And brush your hair!” Velvet sighed.

“Bye mater.”

Velvet quickly tied her black hair in a ponytail and she approached her father’s office. She stopped when she reached the double wooden door that marked the room and checked her small silver watch. Velvet watched as the digital numbers switched to 10 am and let out a sigh. In one swift movement the 10-year-old pushed open the door and strolled into the room. Unor looked up as she walked in and smiled. He was seated behind his marble desk engraved with their family crest.

“Ah, Velvie! Right on time, as always.” Velvet glared at him, causing him to laugh.

“You’re not intimidating to me, Velvie, fix your face.” Velvet sighed and sat down on one of the two chairs. The other one was occupied, presumably by the aforementioned special guest.

“Velvet, I would like you to meet Caran Waterson,” Unor said, gesturing to the seat beside her.

“H-hello,” A small, soft voice stuttered out. Velvet turned to look at the visitor. Her eyes widened as she saw a boy similar to her age smiling at her. She looked between the blond boy and her father for several seconds before staring at Unor.

“Is this a fucking joke?” Unor let out a chuckle.

“No, it’s not.”

“That is a fucking child.”

“Uhm, I’m actually ten, so I’m the same age-”

“What does a ten-year-old need a fucking assassin for?”

“Uh- I-” Unor cleared his throat.

“He’s not here for your abilities, Velvet.” She turned back to look at Unor, a confused look on her face.

“Then what is he here for?”

“I’ve decided that Caran here will be acting as your assistant from now on.” Velvet blinked a few times.

“I don’t need a fucking assistant, I’m fine on my own.”

“Think of him as more of a babysitter then.”

“I don’t need a fucking babysitter!” Unor shook his head and let out a chuckle.

“I hate to break it to you, Velvie, but you don't have a choice.” Velvet quickly stood up and slammed her hands on her father’s wooden desk.

“I don’t know why you fucking think-” Unor cleared his throat and rose out of his chair. He stared down at his child, causing Velvet’s heart to skip a beat.

“I suggest you sit back down, Velvet, before you force me to do something I’ll regret.” Velvet took in a shaky breath.

“Y-yes pater.” She slowly sat down in her chair. Caran watched her straighten her back and avoided Unor’s gaze. The man remained standing, walking around the desk and kneeling behind Velvet’s chair.

“I have no idea where this…rebellious attitude came from,” Unor muttered in her ear, causing her to jump a bit, “It would be a shame if I had to go…have a chat with Nala about your recent behaviour.” Velvet quickly turned around with panic in her eyes.

“No! I-I’m sorry.” Unor smirked and stood back up, sending a chill down Caran’s spine.

“I think it’s time to get Caran settled in,” Unor said cheerfully. Velvet nodded and stood up. As she began to walk to the door, Unor lightly tapped Caran’s right shoulder.

“Go on,” he urged, “If she continues to behave like that, let me know.”

“Yes sir,” Caran muttered, standing up. Velvet held open the door for him as he walked out of the door.

“Where did he say you’re staying?” Velvet asked quietly as they began down the hallway.

“He said there’s a room near yours.” She nodded and continued down the corridor. The two kids remained silent for several minutes as they walked before Caran spoke up.

“..Are you ok?” Velvet turned and looked at him. He was shorter than her, so she had to tilt her head down slightly.

“Huh?” “He…he basically threatened your mom to make you listen to him!” Velvet raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah? It’s not that unreasonable.”

“That’s horrible!”

“You’re the one willingly working for him,” Velvet mumbled, looking away. Caran stared at her for a few moments before sighing.

When the two ten-year-olds arrived at Caran’s soon to be room, they found that the door was locked.

“Of course,” Velvet mumbled, “Just my luck.”

“We can go back to his office-”

“No way. I’ll text the main housekeeper to open the door.” Caran looked at Velvet sympathetically as she pulled out her phone and began typing.

“You’re scared of him, aren’t you?” Her fingers froze.

“No way,” Velvet muttered. Caran smiled softly.

“It’s ok, you don’t have to tell me.” Velvet quickly shook her head and continued typing. After a few seconds, she sighed and put her phone back in her jacket pocket.

“I texted them, but it might be a while until they check their phone. Come on, we can wait in my room.” Caran nodded and the duo turned around to face the opposing door. Velvet quickly threw it open.

“Woah, your room is really big,” Caran breathed. Velvet chuckled.

“I guess. I’m going to change, make yourself at home.” Velvet walked into the closet and shut the door. Caran let out a breath and began looking around the room. It was big, yes, but barren as well. In the middle of the back wall was a full-size bed decorated with a red blanket and multiple pillows against the headboard. Next to the door was a wooden desk with a laptop and 5th grade prep book open. There was another door near the bed, presumably a bathroom. A rug sat in the middle of the space and a closed, leather-bound book was on it. Caran sat down on the rug and placed the book on his lap.

“Ahem.” Caran quickly spun around to see Velvet standing with her arms crossed, once again wearing her black ripped jeans and black hoodie. Caran’s eyes widened.

“Oh- I was just-”

“Whatever, he probably told you to anyway,” Velvet mumbled, plopping down on her bed. Caran looked at her sympathetically.

“He’s kind of an asshole, isn’t he?” Velvet turned to lay on her side and stared down at him.

“What?”

“Well, he’s a selfish, arrogant jerk who doesn’t care about anyone working for him! Not to mention he’s a terrible dad!”

“He’ll hear you, you know,” Velvet mumbled, turning onto her other side, “Then you’ll be dead.” Caran sighed and stood up, walking to the bed and sitting near Velvet’s head.

“So, what do you do for fun?” He asked. Velvet squinted her eyes at him.

“That assumes I have free time.”

“You don’t have any free time?”

“Not really, no.” Caran blinked at her a few times.

“Really?”

“Gods,” Velvet groaned, placing her hands on her face, “You’re a fucking idiot, aren’t you?”

“Owch,” Caran mumbled, causing Velvet to laugh.

“Hell, look at you! You’re as intimidating as a fucking puppy. I could beat you in a fight in the first ten seconds!”

“Hey, that’s not true!” Velvet laughed.

“Really?” she asked, pushing herself up and jumping off the bed, “Prove it.” Caran tilted his head in confusion.

“Huh?”

“Prove it, right now. Let’s spar.”

“That’s not-”

“Don’t tell me you’re scared,” the 10-year-old taunted, a smirk on her face. Caran stared at her before sighing.

“Fine, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Velvet smiled.

“You’re on, Caran.”

Caran grabbed the staff that was swinging at him, causing Velvet’s eyes to widen. In one swift motion, the boy swung the stick back and hit Velvet in the stomach. She let go of the weapon and tumbled to the ground, just barely avoiding slamming her head on the marble tiles. Caran looked at her as she sat up and gasped for air, holding the staff in his left hand. After a few seconds, Velvet sat up and laughed.

“I guess I underestimated you, huh parvus?” Caran fake pouted.

“Hey, I’m not small”

“You speak Latin?” Caran shrugged.

“Just one of my many talents,” he said, holding his right hand out to her. Velvet laughed and grabbed his hand. Caran pulled her up and she steadied herself. Caran awkwardly held the staff out to her.

“Sorry for taking your weapon,” he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head with his right hand.

“Don’t be, dude. As long as you don’t tell my dad about this, we’re good.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Velvet, are you in there?” A voice yelled from outside the door. Velvet’s eyes filled with panic and she quickly looked towards the door then back at Caran.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

“Huh-” Velvet quickly ripped the staff from his hands. She threw one of the ends into Caran’s ankle, pushing it back and causing him to fall face-first onto the ground.

“Come in, pater!” Velvet yelled, placing the end of the staff on Caran’s back.

“Owch,” the boy mumbled. The doorknob turned and Unor walked in, clearing his throat. The man’s eyes widened as he absorbed the scene before his face morphed into a wicked smile.

“Salve,” Velvet said, lifting the staff up and retracting it to its compact size, “What’s up?”

“Were you sparring?” “Yes.”

“And you won?” Velvet rolled her eyes and gestured towards Caran, was was sitting up and rubbing his head.

“Obviously.”

“Good,” Unor said, smiling, “Nala finished making lunch.”

“Cool.” The man turned to look at Caran and smirked.

“Your room is unlocked now.”

“Thank you sir.”

“I have a meeting, don’t bother me. Velvet, don’t forget about your training session with Alla at 1 pm.”

“Sure, whatever.”

“Caran, I expect you to be there as well,” Unor began, “Clearly you need the practice.” Caran chuckled while he stood up.

“Your daughter is one fierce fighter, sir.”

“I’m well aware. I raised her.”

“Of course.” Unor looked between Velvet and Caran before turning around and walking out the door. After a few seconds, Velvet slowly walked forward and slowly shut the door before sighing.

“That hurt,” Caran said, rubbing the back of his head. Velvet turned and looked at him sympathetically.

“Sorry,” she said sheepishly, “He-”

“Don’t apologise, you did what you had to,” Caran said, smiling. Velvet stared at him before shaking her head.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Velvet smiled and threw the compacted staff onto her bed.

“Cool, let’s go get lunch.” Caran tilted his head slightly.

“Is there going to be enough for me?” Velvet rolled her eyes.

“Mater always makes way too much for pater’s workers, you’ll be fine.”

“Ok, sure. Let’s go then.”

“Race you there?”

“I don’t know where-” Before Caran could finish, Velvet was already out the door.

“Crap- Velvet!"

#/the red mafia #/trm part 3 #/chapter 027 #/velvet #/velvet bolton #/nala bolton #/unor bolton #/caran waterson #/the meeting

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Who knew a body swap could fuck me in the brain

Summary: Dipper and Mabel come across experiment #78 once again, and as expected of the twins, chaos ensues.

Warnings: Bodyswap, dysphoria, pills, vague description of menstruation, child picking, kind of transphobic parent, guilt tripping parent, check tags for further warnings. (most of this stuff is just conversed about or heavily implied by the way)

Tagging: @max-the-hecker

Authors Note: Look, I have a carnal need to create Gravity Falls content, and would you look at that, angst relating to trans protag is at the top of my list, also, fangs go brr

The twins have returned to Gravity Falls after a few years, and since then, they have most definitely changed, mostly in their physical traits though.

Dipper is still a paranoid, anxiety ridden, plan making guy, and Mabel is still a determined, positive, undefeatable on certain occasions kind a gal.

Now that I think of what I'm saying, they practically are the same but only look different, lucky for them in certain circumstances. They find themselves back in their attic, a curtain had been placed between their beds for varying reasons, most of which will stay unnamed. Dippers half had become scatterbrained over the years for lack of better terms, wall covered in various items from all sorts of times and places. Mabels half had become a bit more vibrant than it already was, her wall had a corkboard that had constantly switching pictures and charms.

"Mabel," Dipper started, legs crossed as he sat on his bed, flipping through the third journal, double checking each piece of information to make sure he remembered everything in an emergency. "Think Grunkle Stan left that room we fought for intact after we left?"

"Probably, wanna go check?" Mabel asked as she swung her legs over her bed, already sliding on her socks, hardwood below ice to anyone who dares to go barefoot.

"Duh, course I do." Dipper said, rolling his eyes just a bit as he followed Mabel who was swift in her actions.

The two dashed down the creaking staircase, Dipper trailing his hand on the railing with Mabel skipping weakening steps. Normally, the two would be quiet when maneuvering the house, but for once during a summer in Gravity Falls Stan had gifted them a day off work in the gift shop. It was a rare occasion they had a day off, normally being worked to the bone on their summer vacation, they still loved the joint though.

In fact, if it weren't for the imbalance of food, rest and work being given to the twins, Dippers frame wouldn't be thin enough to see his veins and feel bones with ease under the minuscule amounts of muscle he had, it didn't help he had gotten into habit of trying to work out, only wearing himself thinner. Mabel had a similar case of her growth being stunted due to imbalance in crucial elements, the only reason she wasn't as thin as Dipper was because she often hung out with her friends whom had snacks, but she was still a bit on the underweight side of the spectrum.

With a dumb smirk on their faces as they ran down the second, and considerably smaller, flight of stairs they reached the door. They found a single board was nailed across the wooden door, Dipper cracked his knuckles with a cocky smirk before attempting to pry it off, unable to do so with his bare hands, getting a splinter in the process.

While Dipler struggled with the door, Mabel searched for a smarter solution somewhere in the basement. She slid open various drawers and crouched to check under pieces of furniture.

A glimmer caught her eye from underneath a spare sofa, and out of instinct alone, she dropped down and blindly reached for whatever shined. She found her hand to be covered in cobwebs and dust as she searched for what she spotted, ending up finding a partially rusted crowbar, it was rather dusty as well.

With a fresh grin on her face she trotted over to Dipper with crowbar in hand.

Dipper was failing epically with each attempt, his palms red and arms aching he turned with disappointment.

"Mabel, its impossible to o…" Dipper said as he lifted his head to see what Mabel held, trailing off when he realized she held a crowbar which she eagerly handed to him, allowing him to have this moment.

Gripping the rusty metal tightly, he jammed the hook under the board and started forcing the handle down. Faint splintering sounds could be heard as the prongs dug into the wood that had started to grow weak over the years. Dipper couldn't force the bar down enough, Mabel lending a hand in pushing as well to pry off the board, added leverage helping greatly.

With a loud and obnoxious snap the board was shattered and came flying off, sending them both to the ground. Mabel stood up first before opening the door, finding the room to be the same way they left it, except with a carpet on the floor.

The two strode in with confidence, the shag carpet below causing static to gather on their socks.

Dust was in low amount despite how long the room had been left untouched, Dipper deduced it was because a window was left open, also why their was a moldy spot on the couch. The humidity from the years had caused the pictures on the walls to curl in and become moldy to a lesser extent than the couch, but still moldy. Aside from the mold, the room was still near perfect condition and just as the two had remembered it to be from all those years ago.

"Hey Mabel," Dipper started, Mabel turned to face him. "I know it's been oh so long since we last wrestled, but maybe we could, since were taking a hike down memory lane you know."

Dipper was almost confused when Mabel raised both her hands, he returned the gesture before interlocking their fingers and shoving against each other. They both shared a smirk before Mabel pushed forward, easily sending Dipper slipping who flanked her, nearly throwing her off balance. Mabel side stepped to the left, Dipper in tune and stepped to left as well before rushing her, ending up throwing her to the ground after releasing his grip, both slipping on the carpet and ending up on the floor in the long run.

They shared a short laugh before Mabel stood up, offering a hand that Dipper took only to be hit with a strong spark and a bright flash of white that turned to dark for only a second.

The first thing Dipper felt when he regained full awareness was a gut wrenching pain in his abdomen that made him feel nauseas to the point of passing out. He also took note of the weight on his chest, also helping to disorient him in the nausea that swamped his cognitive function near completely.

Mabel on the other hand felt better than ever, as though she had never been sick once and that she was immune to anything that would try and take her down. The only thing pulling her down was the tightness on her chest, constricting her nearly to the point of suffocation, but she could still breath.

It didn't take very long for them to realize they had switched bodies.

"Dipper," Mabel started sternly, Dipper tensed and gave a weak groan in response. "How come you lied to me about getting top surgery, and bottom surgery?"

"I didn't want you to get all, bummed out over it, you know," Dipper tried to explain, pain in his abdomen unbearable. "Besides, dad won't let me anyways, says he's fine with me taking pills and wearing a binder, but I'm not allowed surgery so I can't mess up the chances of the Pines family lasting another generation."

"Well that's fucked." Mabel said blatently.

"Yep, wow, I'm not missing out on anythiiannng," Dipper tried to say, ending up having to cut his sentence short as a searing pain tore through his abdomen. "How do you deal with this?"

"Drugs." Mabel answered calmly, before sitting up, offering a hand for Dipper who was weak in the knees as he stood up, he felt like he was choking on his own throat whenever the nausea spiked.

"Where, where do you keep these drugs?" Dipper asked shakily as Mabel led him out of the room, the former having a hard time sticking his footing with unbearable surges of pain tearing through him time and time again.

"In my pillow, Stan would've tried to take 'em if I didn't hide them." Mabel explained before crouching down a bit, slinging one of her brothers arms over her shoulder and helping him up the flight of stairs.

"Cipher be damned, how many stairs are left?" Dipper asked with a sigh as he started to step up the second flight of stairs, leaning on both his sister and the railing, only half worried the wood would break under his weight.

Balance still off, Dipper fell face first on the floor when Mabel pushed open the door and headed to her bed. There he lay on the ground, in his sisters body and groaning in pure agony as his sister looked for her small bottle of non clinically approved meds.

Mabel had to drag Dipper off the ground before handing him a pill that he downed dry with only a bit of hacking, lucky him this stuff kicked in fast and his pain was gone in mere minutes.

"Mabel." Dipper said quietly as he sprawled himself across his bed, overheating in his sisters sweater.

"Yeah bro?" Mabel started, running her fingers across her brothers body which she inhabited now, a bit let down at the lack of muscle, and worried about how easily she could feel the bones underneath skin.

"Can we never swap bodies again after we fix this mess?" Dipper asked as he crossed his legs, a few fragmented memories of when his prescription of the pill was confiscated by his father returning.

There was a lot of blood that night.

Lets leave it at that.

"Absolutely, I mean, I don't mind being in your body, kind of nice, but it is yours." Mabel said before stretching her legs, hearing a few pops she decided to assumes where normal.

"Mabel, if you like my body because there are no cramps, then you are absolutely not allowed to keep it," Dipper said before mashing his face into his pillow, a wave of nausea hitting him, probably just aftershock. "I'm sure you can convince mom to start letting you on the pill anyways, considering how much it hurts I'm sure she'd understand."

"What makes you think I haven't already asked?" Mabel asked as gave her brother a glare he wouldn't see.

"Good point, what was her excuse?" Dipper asked as he sat up, knees raised and a pillow pressed to his stomach.

"That I wouldn't be a real woman if I didn't get my period like every other AFAB person does, but, I guess she's right, you know? Why call myself a 'woman' if I don't get my period." Mabel said with a sigh, directing her gaze to her feet as she sat on her bed with a sigh.

"That's fucked," Dipper started. "Like, if it weren't for smuggling the pill in with tricks Stan taught me, I would just give up on everything, why keep trying if I can't get what makes everything stop hurting, I'm shocked you're still standing."

"I mean, at least you got fangs." Mabel said before gesturing to the fangs lined up and perfectly cleaned in her mouth.

"Please, you ever bit your tongue with teeth like those, it's a wonder my tongue still works." Dipper said as he rolled his eyes before shuffling off of his bed, Mabel followed in suite.

"Yeah, I don't even want to know what that feels like."

"Believe me, you don't."

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