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A Perfect Score - Chapter 7 - Avalanche | FigureSkating!AU

Summary: With some time to spare before the finals, you return to the Hightower/Targaryen Household, a million questions on your mind | Word Count: 6.8k~ | Warnings under the cut~

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Warnings: smut straight out the gate, swearing, degradation, aemond being a sexual menace, a lot of dirty talk, p in v unprotected sex, marijuana use, hotboxing, oral (m receiving), face-fuccin, swallowing, toxic family relationships, implied p in v under the influence

A/N: yeah the whole hotboxing in a wendy house is actually a true story, my mum did it with my aunty when I was a kid (I wasn't there lol), so yeah thought it'd be fun to pop that in. ANYWAY feel somewhat self conscious of this chapter cos I feel like not much happens but OH WELL

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You thought he might have been joking.

But he was playing a dangerous game.

Hotel check-out, they said, was 10:00am. Aemond has simply shrugged and hummed in agreement, not giving the receptionist the impression that he cared.

He'd made good on his promise after the match you'd won, practically dragging you to Arryk's car having made his pleasantries, pictures and casual conversations with the judges.

But after that? He was a man on a mission.

Arryk's car was deadly quiet the entire ride back to the hotel, the sun beginning to dip against the buildings by the time you got back. And some of the hotel residents had looked on with one eyebrow raised as Aemond's led you hurriedly through the foyer, still in your outfits.

As soon as the lift doors were shut, he was on you.

Hungry. Like he'd finally been allowed out of his proverbial cage, desperate for a freedom he found in having you all to himself.

He spent the majority of that evening between your thighs, basking in said freedom.

A beam was bleeding through the slits between the curtains, but the light against the warm cotton made the room feel soft and inviting. It was like the feeling of rolling around in fresh bed sheets and tired lazy mornings.

The soft slapping of Aemond's hips against yours was the only sound that managed to disturb this tranquil morning, as well as the hushed murmurs of his words against your tacky skin, and the softened tumblings of tiny moans from your lips.

You've lost track of how many times he's made you cum by now.

It's all a haze of the closest intimacy, the room smells of sex, humid from your bare bodies being pressed against each other.

" - Aemond - we have to - ah, fuck - we have to check out soon -" you manage in a breathless whisper, the air constantly being fucked out of your lungs with each desperate slam of his cock in the deepest parts of you.

You feel him, how his cockhead bullies the rough, spongy spot inside you. Unsure if you can even handle another orgasm. How Aemond is even doing this right now is beyond reason, the amount of sleep this man is running on.

Aemond grins against your ear, groaning lowly at the feeling of your nails scraping against the nape of his neck. If your previous trysts have been quickies, this time it's lazy and languid, almost thoughtful.

"You can give me one more before that" he growls, voice vibrating in his chest pressed flush against yours.

Your eyebrows furrow together, the pressure building whether you want it to or not, the way his length drags against your over-sensitive walls is too much and yet not enough. Feeling both numb and tender. Head feeling as if it's airy and empty, all you're able to think about is him and how he's making you feel.

Your body moves with the pace of his thrusts, breasts faintly bouncing alongside it, sticky from the previous rounds' half-dried spend. His fingers dig into the meat of your hips, anchoring you to him, inevitably leaving marks in their wake.

He leans forward on his knees, his firm, muscular and athletic thighs, hardened from years of training, brushing against your own. The movement has his cock brushing against your cervix sensitively.

His hands, fingers long and lithe, hold your thighs and lift them higher and to your sides, widening you for him and granting himself deeper access. Your face heats up instantly being so on show, eyes glazed over with lust when you look at him.

His hair falling around his face, messily. His wide shoulders and slim waist, muscles flexing as he adjusts your position. As well as the warmth blooming in your core, it also does so in your stomach, and you briefly fear what it could mean.

You watch as Aemond keeps your legs elevated, his hips moving once more against you, his skin tapping against yours audibly with how wet you are.

You swear you've never been more aroused in your life.

The coil winds tightly inside you, watching how diligently and carefully he fucks you. As rough as the actions are, there is a softness in the way he holds your flesh in his palms.

"Come on, we don't want to be late now do we, pretty girl" he grins, lips parted to breathe with each thrust, a sheen of sweat covering his neck and chest, catching the light between his pecks.

If his movements don't finish you off, that most certainly does.

It's almost worse being in the back of Arryk's car with Aemond after all of that. Like the tension hasn't disappeared one bit. And you try to busy yourself with something else, like putting some music on or staring out the window. But nothing seems to help.

After successfully making it to the check out time, Aemond smirking the entire time he was giving his keycard back, you both faced the onslaught of reporters who hung around the entrance of the hotel where Arryk's car was parked. All wanting a glimpse and/or a word from the finalists who were warming up to each other visibly.

The flash of the cameras blinded you, and you recoiled with the appearance of several microphones shoved in your path with such personal questions, all talking over one another.

You at least made out that they suspected there was some romance involved.

Aemond, with his tall, beanpole form, had blocked the view with his body, rounding the car to open the door for you. He didn't seem to flinch as he parted his path between the reporters to get in himself. You supposed being the prodigal son of Viserys Targaryen and Alicent Hightower will do that to someone.

Idly you scrolled through your phone, seeing the various recommended news articles about the famed finalists.

Ice Prince and Princess demolish the semi-finals with their sensual performance. Aemond Targaryen. New partner or new lover? The ice has melted with our finalist couple keeping each other warm.

That last one made you cringe and click off your phone.

Even though things were better, and he had at least apologised, you couldn't help but have more questions. Mostly around Floris? Could you really believe Larys? And did Aemond have this kind of relationship with her as well? Perhaps that had been the reason behind her 'accident'?

Part of you, the doubtful part, thought that he'd only done all this, get close to you and sweeten you up, to improve the performance. Give him a better chance at winning.

You didn't want to think about that possibility. And yet it lingered.

Instead you focussed on the final. The final.

And against all the fucking people, it was the Martells.

Ugh.

But at least there was more time between the last match and the finals now. Time to prepare.

That meant going back to the large Targaryen House, back to 'normality'. You itched to be around other people again, as being around Aemond made your skin prickle up almost uncomfortably. Maybe it was not knowing where you stood with him.

The car zoomed past the electric gates and Helaena and Alicent were waiting outside, Helaena beaming with joy and waving and Alicent, ever graceful, hands clasped at her front, smiling fondly at the return of her son.

As soon as you got out of the car, Helaena threw her arms around you, her hair emanating her signature lavender-like scent, but as soon as she pulled back she had a knowing smirk on her face, which mildly panicked you.

Alicent made her pleasantries, hugging her abnormally tall son and guiding you both inside. Helaena grabbed your hand, following shortly behind, giving you the side-eye.

"What?" You asked her.

"Oh don't give me that. I have some questions for you later"

You didn't have time to roll your eyes before a loud, ear-splitting bark reverberated off the waxed floor, the click of claw-lined paws echoing as a large Great Dane, who was clearly on the older side, bounded happily towards Aemond, heedless of its true size, and tackled him successfully to the floor.

"Umf! Gods Vhagar" Aemond hummed annoyedly, but the smile on his face when the large dog stood on his chest and licked his face betrayed his true feelings. You'd rarely seen Aemond properly smile, so seeing the boyish excitement on his face was…a strange welcome feeling.

Aemond laid there, back flat on the wax floor, accepting his fate. The dog named Vhagar you surmised, once done with its vicious attack, looked up curiously to you, tongue and tail wagging with equal vigour. Aemond tilted his head back to look at you, amused, the dog's paws planted firmly on his pecks.

"This is Vhagar, she doesn't like gir-"

Vhagar barked and made for you, taking mercy somewhat and only jumped up to rest her paws on your chest, craning her head for pets, which you were more than happy to give, paying special attention to her neck and ears as a wide smile graced your face.

"Good girl, Vhagar" you praised, her tongue still hanging out her mouth excitedly. Aemond raised his eyebrows, shocked and happy to see that reaction, as if to say 'I stand corrected'.

"I didn't know you had a dog" you say, watching as Vhagar gallops back over to Aemond, sitting at his feet as he stands and brushes himself off, looking up to him with admiration.

"We all do. Family tradition. They've been at the kennel for a bit" he explains, shoving his hands in his pockets. At the mention of the word 'kennel', Vhagar puts her tongue away, staring with worry, as if she was horrified. Aemond hums a laugh.

Alicent claps once, gathering all your attention. She's elegant as always, long sleeved top and a black slinky skirt, her hair perfectly tied back and held with a gold accessory.

"Well! It's lunchtime, you can tell us all about the tour over some cheese and wine, yes?" She beams.

Ah yes, back to aristocratic 'reality'.

Outside, the table was set with a gorgeous spread of brightly coloured food, plates and such as well. Otto seemed not to be present, and with that, the mood was lighter, less business-like and more like a family.

That as well as the presence of another silver-haired brother, much too skinny to be Aegon.

Aemond shoved his arm around their neck playfully, dragging him up, “Baby brother, are you geriatric? Your senses are getting worse”

You and Helaena watch with amusement as the smaller silver-haired brother goes pink, stuck in the hold Aemond has him in, “The fuck is wrong with you, Aem, get off!”

“Aeg, get his legs” Aemond smirks, scooping his arms under the smaller brother’s, “Daeron, you look hot, how about a dunk?”

“No! No, Aegon, stop it!” he protests, but the oldest brother simply smirks, a cigarette hanging from between his teeth as the two shuffle over to the pond in the middle of the garden, “Don’t encourage him, Aeg, put me down!”

“Well that’s not fun then, is it?” Aegon grins,

Helaena laughs, simply watching but not helping, “Think of it as punishment for being away from us for so long!”

“That’s not fair, Hel!” he shouts as Aegon and Aemond begin to swing, chanting ‘a leg and a wing, to see the king’.

“Boys, put your brother down, the meat’s getting cold!” Alicent calls, bringing out the iced lemon water.

With a huff, they do as they’re told, Daeron landing to the floor with a thud. The youngest brushes the grass off his slacks, smiling at you as if he’s just noticed you’re here.

“Sorry, Daeron” he smiles politely, shaking your hand.

You smile, “A pleasure”

“Dig in, everyone” Alicent beams, setting down one last plate of bread rolls, “I’ll just get some cutlery”

Aegon huffs in his seat, “Look delicious, mother. Who can I thank for such a spread?”

Alicent taps the back of his head in a playful scold as she’s walking past, “Me, you cheeky little so-and-so”

You laugh as you take your own seat next to Helaena.

Without Otto here, the atmosphere is warm, everyone’s happy. A stark contrast to your first evening spent in the formal cave-like atmosphere of the dining room, feeling left-out and ostracised.

It’s more like a family now.

Conversation flows exceptionally well, all the tension now completely fizzled out with the soft, warm afternoon sun just dipping beneath the trees, flooding their garden with an orangey glow. Aemond and Aegon badgered their youngest, Daeron, about his studies and why he went to see Aegon instead of Aemond on tour, harmlessly teasing him on having favourites.

Alicent watched her three sons with motherly joy, but mostly chatted idly with you and Helaena.

After a glass of wine, Helaena now loosened, she confided in you quietly about the tour.

"Think I'm losing it" she mused,

"Losing what?"

She looked at you, violet eyes catching the sun, "My touch. The tour was okay but we got annihilated by the fucking Stormlands of all people" she scoffed.

"Who was representing Pairs for that?"

"Cass Barath and some guy she used to go to school with. They couldn't fucking stand each other but won on technical"

Couldn't stand each other.

That sounds familiar.

Or rather sounded.

"Shame. We could've been against one another" you smile, tapping your glass with your nail.

"Gods, if we went up against you after the last performance we'd have no chance" she smirks, "I have questions for you, don't think I've forgotten"

At the idea of telling Hel your face flushes briefly, turning away to try and hide it, just as Aemond has turned to you, Daeron talking his ear off. He gives a lazy smirk, somewhat bashful, as he looks down into his lap where his hands are clasped.

The evening was so peaceful it made a pain in your heart. And you wished it was like this for them all the time.

Alicent smiled, tapping her hand on top of yours, "Congratulations, sweet girl. We're very proud of you both"

You can't help the drop in your heart when she says that.

She speaks to you like she would a daughter.

It's a warmth you've not known for some time.

And she sees the way your face is completely relaxed, like nobody had ever said that they were proud of you before. There's a sadness in her expression.

When was the last time someone said that to you?

Estranged from your own parents, you honestly can't remember.

So you swallow over the lump in your throat and nod gratefully, trying not to show how deeply her small act of kindness has affected you.

"Thank you"

She smiles reassuringly, but it doesn't quite make it to her eyes, like she knows exactly what you're thinking.

A mother's intuition is never wrong.

She pats your hand once before pulling away, "You know, you remind me so much of someone I used to know"

You cock your head, "Who?"

Alicent visibly swallows, her eyes casting back, "An old friend" she says, smiling at the memory, "she was so sure of herself, unapologetically so. And she never let other people tell her what she should think"

You laugh lightly, "She sounds more confident than me"

"You are as well" she reassures, "I remember my last match you know.

I always wore blue, for my performances. But this particular day, my father got me to wear dark green, as an…homage of sorts, to Oldtown" she recounts, "I loved that outfit"

Her face falls somewhat then.

"I still can't watch that performance. Knowing it was my last"

Your heart aches in sympathy for her.

"And I can't look at that outfit without turning sad" she says distantly, her chocolate brown eyes looking down sadly.

You, of course, know this story to some extent. Banned from competing entirely, which seemed a very harsh judgement from the committee, but a decision was made nonetheless. You remember briefly watching reruns of her performance, how happy she looked then. How absolutely natural she was.

She didn't seem like she'd aged much at all. She certainly didn't look as if she had four children all grown.

You can't help but feel as if she had to grow up quickly.

"I'm just going to go and get some napkins, darling" she says with a polite smile, as if the conversation hadn't happened, standing up and excusing herself to the kitchen.

"So!" Aegon starts, "'Ice Princess', huh?"

You give him a playful glare, "Shut up"

"What!"

"I thought it was nice" Daeron says timidly,

"Don't you start" you retort, face heating rapidly as Aemond just sits back and lets the chaos ensue, with a satisfied smirk on his face.

"It was a good routine. Our grandfather wasn't much pleased" Aegon grins,

Aemond does too, "I bet he wasn't"

Helaena cocks her head, "What made you switch up the routine?"

Just as you're about to open your mouth, Aemond gets there before you do.

"I just gave her some advice in the dressing room" he grins mischievously, "looks like it worked"

Your lips slam shut at his words, a kind of dull, ache settling between your legs, reminding you of this morning, when Aemond had you in a rather precarious position. You hope to every god that exists that your face doesn't show it, as you stare him down.

He just looks impressed with himself.

You're not sure if it's the chill of the evening or the effect of Aemond that has goose bumps on your arms.

Just as Alicent comes back outside, Helaena takes your hand, standing quickly.

Thank the gods for that.

"I'm freezing, Mum. We're going to go inside"

"Alright, darling" she smiles.

You spare a look over your shoulder as she hurries you through the glass doors into the kitchen. Of course, Aemond is watching, his gaze unapologetically roaming over what you're wearing.

You don't miss Aegon's knowing smirk either, which never fails to make you roll your eyes.

"Hel, what the fuck is this?" You laugh as Hel hurries you to a secluded area near the trees.

There, nestled between two oak trees, is a tiny little wendy house, clearly purpose built, and by now definitely looking it's age, with single paned windows and fading blue paint.

"Otto had it built it for me when I was five" she uses all her possible strength to pull the door open, the wood having swollen with age and damp. It eventually gives with a squeak, dust billowing between you both, "come on"

You duck, slipping past the threshold, "You're not gonna axe murder me in here, right?"

She scoffs and pulls the swollen wood back into place, the windows rattling in the frames as she does, "If I was an axe murderer you'd be dead by now"

She produces a rather worn plastic bag, with several freshly rolled spliffs stuffed inside.

"Sorry I just assumed you did-"

"I don't often" you shrug, "but when in Rome" you smile.

She passes you one and sticks one into her mouth.

"Where did you even get these?"

She grins as she pulls out a lighter, "Aegon. He sells them"

She blows the first buff out from between her lips, tossing you the lighter, "So you stole them?"

She shrugs, "I'm his sister. I'm just borrowing them"

"Hmm" you hum as you light yours as well.

You both pull yourself only the ledges opposite each other, knees almost touching as you draw a few breaths in, the effect of it warming your throat and chest, your head already starting to feel lighter. The smoke fills the tiny wendy house, only serving to heighten the intensity.

"Right. Spill" Hel grins.

"Gods Hel, I'm not even high yet!"

"I don't care. Spill"

You give her a look, "He's your brother"

"Yeah I don't want the nasty fucking details, just keep it vague please"

"Alright, alright" you laugh, sighing between drags, "Well…"

"When did it happen?" she asks, raising her eyebrows.

You roll your eyes, "The first night at the hotel"

"The first night?!" She shouts in shock, leaning forward and mouth agape, "How-"

You can't help but laugh at her reaction. She'd obviously expected more of a romantic lead up to what occurred on that night, the memory making you squeeze your thighs together.

Helaena listens intently, asking the odd question, the effects of the drug must be getting to her as well because sometimes she asks the same one twice.

Explaining it all to someone else, it makes it all feel a bit more real, and you're eager to see how his sister, the person who knows him perhaps the closest, will react to your side of the story.

"In the dressing room??" She grimaces, "you guys are fucking disgusting. I don't think I can watch that performance the same way ever again"

You laugh, the effect of the drugs now weathering away your inhibitions.

You suppose there's no time like the present to ask an innocent question.

"Can I ask you something, Hel?"

"I'm all ears" she responds.

Your fingernails tap against the worn out wood, nervously, "Were…Aemond and Floris…"

Helaena doesn't even let you finish.

"Oh fuck no. Absolutely not. When Floris was here he'd find any excuse to not be around her. It was quite funny really. But no, he's not really been with any girl since that fucking dinosaur"

Oh, Alys...

It's embarrassing, the relief that gives you.

"Floris just couldn't hack Aemond, she just thought he was…a cryptid weirdo. Aemond in turn just thought she was dumb and didn't care much for her skills"

"Was she not very good?"

"She'd be alright on her own, but she didn't collaborate well. Couldn't take criticism" she says, and you can tell by the tone of her voice that she's trying to be as nice as possible.

"Right…"

"So, you and Aemond…you're all good now?"

You sigh, honestly not knowing the answer yourself, "I think so?"

"You mean…you don't know?" she snorts, "surely if you two are smashing you're all good"

"Not really. I catch myself half-thinking about what he said, what I said, what's happened-"

"Yes, but Aemond's apologised, you said" Hel reasons, the small stream of smoke blooming from her spliff.

A warmth of embarrassment blooms in your chest.

"Yes but…I haven't"

Hel cocks her head, "What do you-"

Light floods the Wendy house as the door swings open, both of you squinting your eyes shut, having to somewhat sober up as the smoke is sucked out. Aemond grabs the doorframe, showing just how comically small the Wendy house is compared to him, and sticks his head in, crinkling his nose.

"Using your Wendy house to hotbox again?"

"Yeah until you came to ruin it!" Hel says.

Aemond laughs lowly, sparing a glance at you and plucking the spliff from your fingers to take a drag of his own before returning it. The act, weirdly, has your skin burning where he'd touched.

Hel pushes off the ledge, brushing past her brother, stubbing out her spliff on the side of the doorway, "I'll leave you two"

You look at her in shock as she crosses the greenery, watching as she passes you a smug grin over her shoulder, knowing full well she's leaving you alone with Aemond to torture you.

Aemond barely manages to fit inside the Wendy house with his height as he occupies the spot where Helaena was.

"What were you girls talking about?" He asks, his arms leaning against the ledge. He's wearing his usual, entirely black get up, something so unapologetically Aemond that you don't even question it. But the way his arms look in the short sleeved shirt never fails to send flutters in your belly.

So you just laugh anxiously and stub the spliff out.

"Just girly stuff"

He raises an eyebrow, "girly stuff?" He asks, pushing the hair back over the top of his head with his fingers.

Fuck. Him. For being so attractive.

Your mind whirs uncomfortably, confronted with him. If you don't say anything, who knows is Hel might.

"About you and Floris"

"Ah" he says, smiling, "is someone jealous?"

"No"

He presses his lips together like he doesn't believe you.

"In any case, if you were, there's nothing to be jealous about, princess"

You roll your eyes at the nickname.

You bite your lip, "and about how it's come to this. You and me" you start, "Hel and every other person in Westeros by the sounds of it"

He huffs a laugh, "Yeah I've seen the news articles"

Your mind swirls, his presence coupled by the effect of the drug have made everything feel like it's been turned up to 100. The warmth inside the Wendy house now that the doors closed, your knees nudging against each other, his broad form, almost encompassing every square foot.

It's here you realise he's not taken his gaze off you. Possibly feeling the same way himself.

"What?" You ask with a drowsy smile.

He shakes his head.

"Nothing" he answers, suddenly looking anywhere but at you. You swear you see a blush on his face.

The smoking has made you more aloof, so you step forward, running your hand up the inside of his arm, almost pressed flush with him.

"C'mon tell me" you insist, smiling mischievously, "I could practically hear you thinking"

He turns his head, sighing, but not really annoyed. He's quiet for a moment, like he's considering something, like he wants to say something. But all thoughts are sapped from you when his palm cups your face, his thumb runs across your bottom lip, barely applying pressure.

It's his fixed look that holds you though, his reverent gaze at your lips, flitting to your eyes that glimmer with a sort of drunken haze.

It almost sobers you up entirely.

You wonder what he's thinking, he's so difficult to read.

The thoughts don't last. Aemond leans down to press his lips to yours, the naturally curved shape of them anchors your mouth open to taste you briefly. Both of you taste of tobacco and smoke, mixed together with the musk of his scent. You don't know why it drives you so crazy. Nobody has made you feel like that…ever.

It's tender. Almost loving.

Embroiled in the heat of the moment, arm wraps around your waist, pulling you flush to him, and you smile somewhat against his lips feeling his hardness pressed against his sweatpants.

With enlarged confidence due to lack of inhibitions, your hand winds down his body, your palm running over his length, and it's clear by the way he delivers a stuttered groan into your mouth that he enjoys it immensely and was also not expecting it.

You only part when both of your hands stop at the waistband of his sweatpants.

"What are you doing" he asks, his voice hoarse in anticipation.

"What does it look like" you smirk, lips still close to his, teasing him, "taking care of you"

Pushing them just past his hips, your hand slips down the front, past his tummy, to his achingly hard cock, wrapping your fingers around him and pumping slowly.

"I don't hear you complaining..." you smile.

" - fuck - baby…"

You can't help but love it when he calls you that. Like it just comes so naturally.

A wicked idea strikes across your mind like a match. Your eyes light up, loving the way he's giving the illusion of being at your mercy, when in reality he could very easily flip the switch and be his usual cocksure self.

His breath seems to get sucked from his lungs when you kneel down before him, looking up at him dreamily while tugging his sweatpants down enough to free his cock, standing entirely hard against his muscled stomach, the tip ruddy and leaking with arousal.

He has such a pretty cock it's difficult to look away, and you feel your own arousal pool deep in your stomach in anticipation, tracing your palm from base to tip, caressing his length with care. Watching how his grip is white-knuckled and tight on the ledge, the wood cracking under it.

You've not done this yet with Aemond. It's always been him pleasing you.

This time it'd be different, even if he was only pretending to be in control.

Aemond watches with lips parts as you lower your mouth to the base of him, drawing a line with your tongue agonisingly slowly over the prominent vein on the underside, all the way to the tip, swirling your tongue around where he's most sensitive. It has a shuddered breath escape Aemond, with something akin to a whine.

He shuts his eyes, his fingers carding through your hair at the side of your face, all the way to the back, curling them and tugging at the follicles pleasurably.

You've slept together, but you've never seen his cock up this close, and it's a shame, because he's perfect. Thinking about taking him into your mouth is just too good an opportunity to pass up, and the heady scent of his skin just has you wanting to devour him.

" - please, don't tease m-"

You moan around his length as you take him as far as you can, relaxing your jaw muscles to allow for more, and whatever you can't fit, you caress with your hand. Aemond gasps quietly as your mouth tightens around him when his cockhead hits the back of your throat, his grip tightening in your hair.

It doesn't take long for you to begin properly pleasuring him in earnest, figuring he's been patient enough. You press your tongue to the underside and hollow your cheeks, creating more friction. Aemond looks down, watching the way his cock disappears into your mouth over and over, the length slick with saliva from your efforts.

He meets your rhythm with the soft canting of his hips, using his hold to slightly pull you onto him. You look up at him, watching his hedonistic expression and the way his mouth is slightly open with hurried breaths, pupil blown wide with lust at the lewdness of the act as well as the setting.

" - you're so good - fucking perfect - " he whispers.

The praise goes straight to your core, tightening around nothing, and it only serves to redouble your efforts.

As usual, Aemond feels the need to be assertive, and his hands smooth your hair into a ponytail, one hand gripping it in place and he pulls you off, only a string of saliva connecting either of you.

"Wha-"

"I want to fuck your mouth, baby" He mutters lowly. And in the gentle darkness of the room, with only a whisper of light at one side of his face, he looks mythical. His sudden change of tone has you wet your lips nervously, but also in excitement.

"Can you do that for me?"

You nod once, eager to please him, but also to taste him again.

He smiles slightly, "Good girl"

He pushes off the ledge slightly, standing straight and holding the base of his length, prodding the tip against your lips, the precum making them glisten. Your hands find his muscular thighs for stability.

"Tap my thigh twice if it's too much"

You nod in understanding.

"Open up for me, baby"

He plunges his cock into your mouth, taking his time to sink completely in, until he bottoms out in your mouth, his cockhead now truly tapping the back of your throat. You gag softly at the invasion of him so deeply, your grip tightening.

"Breathe through your nose - that's it - good girl - " He praises lowly, and you do as he says, making the effort to relax.

He starts to slowly fuck your mouth, gauging how much of a pace you're able to take before going any faster. His grip tightens on your hair, tugging at the makeshift ponytail and pulling on it, making you whine around his length, which only serves to urge him on as he uses your head for leverage.

" - such a pretty little mouth - fuck - " he whispers, his hips now moving in earnest, snapping against your mouth with renewed vigour, in search of release, " - you're so perfect - look at me - "

It's hard to look up at him with his cock pistoning into your mouth, but you do, and the look he has is borderline magical. His chest moves quickly with his breathing, a soft smile on his face as he looks down at you with pride.

" - that's it - finally, a good use for your dirty mouth - looks so much better with my cock in it, don't you think?"

You hum around him, trying to relax your jaw as much as possible as his cockhead bullies the back of your throat, a line of saliva running down the side of your mouth.

He laughs, " - baby you're making such a mess on me - such a good little slut - ffffuck- bet that pretty little pussy is soaked from sucking my cock -" his head tilts back, clearly close, and you can tell by the way he goes faster.

Your stomach rolls with delight, face warm with embarrassment, knowing he's entirely right, you squeeze your thighs together for some semblance of friction.

" - you gonna be a good girl and swallow for me? - want me to cum in your dirty fucking mouth? - "

As a way of answering, you press your tongue to the underside again, one of your hands going to his balls to caress them, urging him on, with pleasured tears pricking at your eyes.

" - seven fucking - you're bad, aren't you -" he breathes, " - oh fuck - "

He slams into your mouth forcefully one last time, stilling as his cock throbs on your tongue, feeling his cum at the back of your throat. Joining the line down your chin, a line of his spend also runs down, having completely filled your mouth.

You look up at him for a brief moment, appreciating the way his eye is closed, his breath coming heavily from his lips after what sounds like a shattered whine. His shoulders tremble, and the bit of his tummy you can see poking out from under his shirt clenches uncontrollably, his muscles moving with his breath. It doesn't taste unpleasant, but it's salty and coats your mouth in the most lewd, delicious way. To see him so lost in pleasure is worth it.

His fingers loosen, and stroke your hair lovingly as you swallow as much as you can, thrusting shallowly a few more times with a near pornographic sound. After a moment, he pulls his softening length from your mouth, using one hand to tiredly tuck himself away as he looks down at you, his pupil blown wide enough to eclipse the blue and still trying to regain his breath.

"You're amazing" he praises, his thumb coming to your face to wipe the line of his release, dipping it back into your mouth. You eagerly wrap your lips around his digit, making a show of it while your eyes meet.

He pulls you up to your feet, slamming his lips against yours, heedless of the taste of himself on your tongue as he moans into your mouth. It sucks the air from your lungs, his arms wrapping around you and you in turn wrap yours around his neck.

"I could fuck you all night, you know that?" He whispers between breaks for air.

You've spent so much time with Aemond, less time romantically, but even still, it feels nice to be touched by him, to be praised by him.

He breaks and presses his forehead to yours, eyes shut, completely at ease.

You swallow. The haze now dissipated somewhat.

"I…need to say something"

"Hm?"

"I'm sorry…"

He opens his eyes, brows arched in questioning, "what for, princess?"

Fuck, he needs to stop saying that.

You wet your lips, "For calling you a nepo-baby…"

The reaction you didn't expect from Aemond, was to fucking laugh.

But he does, quiet at first, but gaining traction, his eyes crinkling up into something you've barely seen. His white teeth gleaming in the darkness.

"What?" You smile, nudging his shoulder.

"Has that really been eating you up inside?" He jokes,

"Yes!" You insist, "I've said some…nasty things as well"

Aemond rolls his eye, "You don't need to apologise to me"

"Well I did, so now's the part where you say you forgive me" you reply, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

He hums a laugh, "forgive you?" He grins, "and what if I don't?"

"You have to"

"Hmm" he smirks, "maybe -" he spins you around, pushing you against the opposite ledge, and you're astonished to find him hard, yet again, against your backside. Your hands find purchase on the ledge, keeping yourself up, and your face splits in a gasp when Aemond swiftly pushes his hand past your tummy at your front and swipes two fingers across your drenched folds.

"-You'll have to earn it, princess"

When you returned to your bedroom, with a pleasant ache between your thighs, having shushed and giggled with Aemond when you snuck back in (apart from when he'd nearly knocked a very precious antique sword off the wall), you'd felt a surge of something deep in your gut when stood outside in the hallway.

Aemond could barely keep his hands away, and as well as that, couldn't let go to say goodnight. He'd pulled you to him, littering your face with kisses that always seemed to end with his lips pressed to yours desperately.

When he'd pulled away, looking down at your face in the soft darkness, there was a tug in your chest. He looked so peaceful like this, so calm. And his thumb caressed the skin of your face with care, taking in every little feature.

He opened his mouth, but swiftly closed it.

And said something else instead.

"You're so beautiful"

Though it made your skin bloom all the same, as he so easily managed to do, you felt as if he wanted to say something else. And there were words on your mind as well, that felt too serious to say out loud.

Being this close to him, it felt incredibly intimate and rare, as if something precious had been granted to you.

And you could see the way something melted away when you touched his face, your thumb tracing the bottom of his scar carefully.

You wondered if he knew how beautiful you thought he was as well. If he'd ever been told that.

It seemed like he understood just by the gentle touch, all the little thoughts in your head.

Even if you weren't sure where exactly you stood with Aemond, even though you knew something needed to be addressed, to be defined…

…this felt nice.

But you didn't tell El these details. It would mean she'd ask questions, make you question yourself, and how you feel. You weren't sure if you were ready to confront them.

El was absolutely smug and ecstatic when you told her about what happened. As opposed to Helaena though, El did ask for the nasty details, which you provided some of. But not all. Those were for your own benefit.

You didn't tell her about what Larys had said about Floris though, not until you knew for certain. What did Larys have against Otto anyway? And why would Otto do such a heinous thing?

Supposedly.

You woke early the next morning as you always did, and pulled on a hoodie, with the chill of the day still hanging in the air. Your footsteps were soft from the fluffy socks on the staircase, a soft light emanating from the living room, and hushed angered voices within.

You stopped in your tracks, ears pricked.

Otto was here.

"You will not push Aemond as you pushed me, I will not allow it!" Alicent started, in an accusatory tone.

"I pushed you to be the greatest figure skater in Westeros. Or have you forgotten?" Otto replied, and you could tell from the tone of his voice that he looked smug.

"And pushed me into his arms into the bargain!" She retorts, her voice upset and strained, "Because of you, I am banned from skating competitively! Because of you, I cannot have one good thing of my own, and you robbed me of my only friend!"

There's a silence. You sit on the staircase, feeling wholly bad for prying, but too curious to stop. Alicent sounds as if she is catching her breath.

"And you will not take Aemond from me. You will not rob Aemond of her either"

Your heart freezes.

"She has little to do with this" Otto states,

"She is good for him. Aemond likes her"

Otto scoffs, "It is just business. Aemond knows this, it has been discussed. This is why I do not consult you, you get too emotionally invested"

Just business? You think over the words Otto has just said.

Just business partners?

No, surely…

"They are emotionally invested! I have never seen Aemond as happy with anyone as he is with her! You shall not ruin that with your vicarious ambitions!"

You can't bring yourself to truly believe what Otto has said.

Surely what you both had was more than that…

Anger prickles at your insides.

How he treats his daughter, and by extension his grandchildren, with the exception of Helaena, who he dotes on, angers you.

How could he be so cruel to them like this? Instilling a business-like appearance on a family.

You pull out your phone, typing furiously and quickly, still hearing Alicent and Otto argue in the living room.

What sort of information do you have?

You wait impatiently, but there's no need. Larys replies a few moments later and your heart pounds.

Good to hear from you. I'll send over all I have as soon as possible. -Larys S

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21wanderer · 13 days

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Benchwarmer

“Are you going to sit there all day, Rick?” the trainer asked his best rugby player, who sat almost motionlessly on the bench. “Yeah, I’m sorry” he replied trying to sound unwell, but not too sick either.

“My stomach has been acting up all day,” he lied trying to get the nosey trainer to leave him alone. He tried his best to look like he really wanted to be here, whilst being too unwell to actually participate. Practice had just started, there was about one and a half hour to go, and the waiting time was making him anxious.

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He had prepared everything, signed up for an activity before the rugby team arrived to have access to the same locker room, replaced Rick’s water bottle with an identical one, but with the bodysuit serum and an acute laxative added, even made copies of the bathroom key and written the whole meticulous plan down in every detail to make sure nothing was overlooked. But if he thought that slipping on Rick would be a piece of cake, he was sorely mistaken. For all his planning he had forgot to account for the size of the bathrooms.

The bodysuit serum had done his trick by the time he let himself into the bathroom with the unconscious Rick, and he had managed to separate Rick’s head from his body, so he could slip into him, but crammed into the tiny bathroom, that just wouldn’t work.

He needed more time... and space, but he couldn’t risk anybody walking in on him. He carefully unlocked the bathroom door peering into the empty locker room. He had an idea, hopefully it would work, he obviously couldn’t afford to mess this up.

Rick’s teammates had already called for him, and he had been in the bathroom for almost 15 minutes, he needed to get out there, before they became suspicious.

Jolting out of the bathroom, he headed straight for Rick’s bag and rugby gear, from the bag he pulled out Rick’s sub suit as well as his socks and boots. He retreated to the bathroom with it, and it was much easier to pull on. The baggy suit would be the best way for him to hide his body, whilst he pretended to be Rick.

He slipped into the slightly amorphous suit, zipping everything, then quickly pulled on Rick’s socks and boots. The socks obviously hadn’t been washed since last practice, but he didn’t mind at all. That aroma would belong to him soon enough. He then grabbed Rick’s lifeless face and slipped it on, and he needed to do it quickly. Plunging his head into the hollow throat, he soon found the eye-holes and from there, he could begin to adjust the mask, making sure eyes, nose, mouth and ears all were aligned properly.

From any outside perspective he looked exactly like Rick, and as long as he kept the suit on, nobody would know. Checking if the coast was clear again, the Rick-imposter left the bathroom. He stuffed the headless Rick-suit into a locker and locked it, he would have to retrieve it after the game. He checked himself one last time in the mirror, the face was animate, Rick’s charismatic face moved as if it was his own. But he did not feel safe yet, if anybody saw the unfit body underneath…

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With everything securely zipped, he made his way to the field outside, but headed straight for the benches. Now all he had to was to be patient and wait, it would be so worth it, once the waiting time was over. And although he was nervous, it did feel good to finally be in the position, where people saw him as Rick, being dressed in his clothes, seeing the world through his eyes. Soon the rest of the athlete’s body and life would be his. He just needed for practice to end, and for everybody to go home. Then he could take the final step.

#male body transformation #male transformation #male bodysuit #male body suit #body suit tf #male skinsuit #life takeover #impersonation #male skin suit #steal clothes #stolen clothes #stolen face

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simpletale-officiale · 9 months

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INTRODUCTION!

SIMPLETALE is an AU that aims to parody undertale. while also giving it its own original twist, although its not just limited to undertale, as we also aim to parody other silly little bits of the multiverse. like underfell, underswap, heck. maybe even underverse! you can find some of the AU's included in the lineup drawn above, as well as in the descriptions for the askable AU's further on in this post

the AU uses old concepts for undertale, and some fanon misconceptions. to make a funny and entertaining story, but also one with worldbuilding and some slightly more serious bits. unfortunately we cannot show the rest of the cast for simpletale currently because that's spoilers and we want to keep it secret for later (;

(be sure to frequently check this post, as characters could be added to be askable in the future)

questions are not just limited to characters though, you can also ask us, the creators, questions about the production of simpletale, or even our own opinions on it! maybe even some questions about areas...? but ill be nice and give some suggestions. "whats your favorite thing about simpletale?" "whats your least favorite thing about simpletale" dont be shy, ask!

moving onto the characters.

the simple. the basics. the one and only's!

the simpletale bros!

sans- a rather cheeky, clumsy, and humerus fella. likes getting a laugh out of others, often through humerus actions, he ends up annoying the shit out of his brother a lot of the time, and they argue a lot, they love being brothers though, and most of the time they make up rather quickly. usually tries to speak as little as possible and be as straight to the point as possible. has a fast food addiction

papyrus- a bumbling perfectionist imperialist. believes himself to be superior to others, even when in a low position of power, he was accepted into the guard because..... they needed someone to do the paperwork, dogs ain't that good for writing. despite this he believes himself to be the most important and supreme member of the guard, despite the most important thing he does being signing the occasional tax document or punting a trespasser (usually just random preteens) 20 feet into the air. a bit of a narcissist with a sailors mouth but he does actually care for the people in his life, despite coming off so rude most people find him annoying though ):. basically papyrus autism thrown to a hundred. banters with sans often when he tries to knock papyrus ego down a peg. tries to act menacing, but hes really just an 80's cartoon villain goofball. cooks the most delicious food you will ever taste, we let bro cook for a REASON.

the simpled is swapped?

the simpleswap bros!

they started out exactly like simpletale sans and papyrus, but decided to parody each other for shits and giggles, and then got all their friends along, which created simpleswap. their personalities are a bit altered from the simpletale brothers due to reasons but their whole swapped personality thing is a gag and they might break character once you say something outlandish or spook them.

papyrus- apathetic, and a bit apolitical with almost everything. started smoking weed to parody sans fast food addiction but actually started smoking it regularly, so hes like.... high. always. once you get through his apathetic and at times, cold and careless character, he can be surprisingly kind and humble, honestly a pretty decent guy. finds his old self cringey and dumb. works as an accountant on the side, cooks pretty tasty food, and often makes tasty weed brownies????

sans- cheeky, energetic, and plays this character of perfection to parody papyrus narcissism, think of the character of perfection kind of like how liquid chris works, effectively doing anything papyrus did, but better. still tries his best to get a laugh out of everyone, hes in better shape then simpletale sans and is overall more athletic, playful and energetic, takes the whole parodying eachother thing less seriously then his brother. him and fellsimple sans are best pals

their bold, their brash, they certainly dont belong in the trash, an-OUCH I FELL AND BROKE MY FUCKING KNEEES-

fellsimple.

this one goes slightly more heavy into parodying fanon

sans- has anger issues, plays up this role of being a punk, "fuck the government" "acab" "i dont believe in consistency" you get the point, a bit of a greedy fuck, loves gold, as well as sharp stuff and gold, he has some.... taboo fetishes like hes probably into bdsm. being the only one out of the skeletons to not be asexual as well as being the only one to be straight. rides a motorcycle, but likes trucks more, probably secretly works with trucking, simpleswap sans is his best friend and he loves to drink with simpletale sans, tough attitude, but is secretly just as silly as the others.

papyrus-has a job as a guard but ends up skipping most of the time because the guards are pretty horrible people and they make him pretty stressed, likes books and philosophy, probably plays this fake role of an evil, heinous guard at work, if ever does it that is. hes a real cheapskate compared to sans, but will buy good books or vinyl albums at a high price if he feels their high enough of quality. hes shy compared to the other papyruses.

sans

....aaaand error.

a bit of a sleazy fella with a PLAN. he doesnt destroy aus here but does more heinous stuff, like rob banks in AU's, make illegal businesses or currencies, clash with rival gangs, and occasionally fights with ink (although their relationship is very sexual, parodying the fanon misconception that errink is canon) ask him the right questions, and he might even bring some of his gang members along to answer (; his personality is somewhat apathetic, but he always has a PLAN!!!!!! AND YOU CANT FIGHT NATURE JOHN......

NOW, THE FIRST ERROR GANG MEMBER!

killer: nickname: assassin has been unlocked!

coming from an alternate timeline of simpletale where sans got bored? varisk (frisk replacement) decided to mentally manipulate him into thinking that robbing and killing is a better option then doing nothing. and pays him for it eventually papyrus was killed in crossfire and sans murdered varisk, the pin on his jacket is a soul, but souls are useless in the simpleverse, blood is much more valuable. he's a silent but professional skeleton. cares deeply about his boss and coworkers.

EXTREMELY good with firearms as well as chains. its hard for him to move his mouth, so its almost always locked in a constant smile the liquid that leaks out of him is like an oil like substance, touching it for too long burns your skin, its incredibly cold though. he's ruthless and aggressive in battle and is often the tank/brute in whatever operation dysfunct has going on. usually smug and professional, but can also be very gentle around those he deems friendly enough.

picked up by error after an.... incident in his au.

the nightmare and dream brothers!

nightmare: claims to have been "betrayed" by his brother (dream stole his sandwich) believes dream causes all his misfortunes and bad luck moments. kind of acts like a spoiled rich kid with a military obsession. started the gang by feeding into errors idea of a free multiverse, where there are no governments and an independent existence for everyone. a world with anarchy and fun. he can be a good manipulator at times, but is all bark no bite. pretty cringe, both him and his brother claim to be "gods" but in truth, their both mutations/byproducts of the simpleswap universe "glitching" creating this disgusting blob and a ball of light (think like sans bad time eye) inside of a husk body. both are amortal and seek to destroy the other, or at least piss each other off for as long as possible.

dream: LOVES shit talking about his brother plays this role of an innocent cutesy kind emperor, when he is everything opposite to that, except for emperor I guess. he is an emperor. believes causing nightmare misfortune will bring him luck in some form (it doesn't, but hes too stupid to realize) if he gets the chance he would probably torture and give his enemies a VERY painful, but quick death. he wants his brother to be at the bottom of life, the worst point in his life, before he plans to KILL. speaks in a very Shakespearian way. is a snobby fuck. not really greedy. but will do ANYTHING in his power to make his enemies die the most painful death he can give them. not cruel to his people, but gaslights them a lot. claims what he does is for the "greater good" acts nice, and very kind to his "friends" but would betray them the moment he finds anything better. the type of guy to give you puppydog eyes after burning down your house

AND ME!!!

thanks to kyne for activating my dastardly plan to take over this tumblr, im not just gonna be thrown away as a simple outcast at that pub anymore, im fuckin important goddamn it!!!!!

i also may edit the intros a bit add my own flare you know but the importance is i am now your stand in if you ask anyone thats in the multi-bar!!!!

bio: 404 was born omnipotent, automatically more powerful then all the other simpletons. he would become aware of how through an alternative reality known as the prescratch timeline where that version of him speaks of what he was destined for. nobody believes him however and that bitch error keeps harassing me about talking shit well guess what whore i dont fucking need you anymore because ive found myself somebody who won't just use me and then throw me away when its most fitting fuck you never talk to me again bitch

liks: chaos, delinquency, anarchy, NOT following the rules, 100 gecs (the one with the stupid horse), being powerful, super transformations, hyperpop, chains, gold, copypastas, big hot strong men that could absolutely penetrate me hard, 100 gecks (literally, i have 100 of them as pets and its awesome!!!), flexing, being totally dripped out, colors associated with errors, busting it down (gay kind not cool kind)

dislinks: order, rules, politics, leaders, having to follow instructions, horror sans from the evil guys fuck you you stole my place on that group which im not that upset about anymore after realising they all suck anyways but i still hate you because you refuse to actually fight and keeps saying random quips everytime youre on screen like actually shut the fuck up, gex, women because im severely femalephobic and extremely homosexual so they terrify me, error (cheater and liar dont ever trust him with anything), ink who stole my man with her fuckin cursed woman parts and apparently in the prescratch timeline everyone calls her mommy????? kinda sussy BUT THE SIMPLEVERSE IS LIMITLESS! Because there is a multibar just down the road > (https://simpletale-officiale.tumblr.com/post/727125546167828480/farm-sans)

CREDITS

Undertale by @fwugradiation

Underswap by popcornprince and @underswapped3

Underfell by @underfell

error sans by @loverofpiggies

Killer sans by @rahafwabas

Dream and nightmare by @jokublog

Sigh.... 404 by.... @vibeless15

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sc0tters · 9 months

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Addicted | Luke Hughes

summary: when Alex and Trevor decide to voice their feelings about you it causing Luke to reevaluate his own.

song: Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran

request: yes/no

warnings: mention of underaged drinking, slight bit of swearing.

word count: 2.03k

authors note: this song has been calling my name since I put it on the playlist, and let me just saw that I’m not upset in the slightest. This picture of Luke made me laugh so much that I had to put it in. If you want to check out the rest of the celly you can do so here!

Luke had been in love with you for years.

Thoughts of you consumed his mind from the moment he woke up until the moment he went to sleep. His heart rate would increase and his palms would grow sweaty as he watched you run across campus before you’d tackle him into a bear hug even though you saw him the day before. Every time you were in a more revealing outfit he’d stumble on his words like he had never spoken English before. Every year it was like half of his brain cells never made it to the lake house as all he could do was watch in awe as you’d walk around in shorts and your bikini tops.

But it was fine because you felt the same way as Luke.

The first time you realised this was after a ballet recital of yours when you were six and somehow Ellen convinced all three of her sons to come and Luke said that your tutu was pretty on you.

It like your whole world combusted in that moment as your semi toothless grin joined the conversation “you think so pookie?”

“I know so sparky.” Luke was never one to shy away from complimenting you and it made you swear he only did it to screw with you. The way your cheeks turned crimson red as you’d chew as the inside of your cheeks trying to hold in the inevitable squeal of joy at the compliment.

All of the scales seemed to increase when you went off to college, your friendship grew stronger as you remained his number one supporter, your love for him grew deeper as his eyes never left you at parties because other girls were never what he wanted. Clearly since everyone else could see this you would should have as well, right?

Wrong.

Totally absolutely positively wrong.

His love for you could have been written in big pieces of card in front of your face and it might as well have been like you were reading another language because you wouldn’t have believed it. The same thing went for Luke, every guy you turned down never made him feel more confident. In fact it usually made him feel worse.

You had the most athletic players flirting with you, the start football and baseball players all weren’t good enough for you. So what was to say that some hockey player would be what you wanted?

Luke was usually a confident man, he got that from being around Jack that it became a learnt trait. Yet you seemed to make him feel like a normal kid again. There was no need for the title of being drafted, or for his family name. To you he was just Luke or your pookie and it slowly ate up at him.

Just like every other year July meant it was lake house time. It was the third day of the trip and it was hotter than ever, literally the sun was scorching and you were out soaking it all up. Your bikini was the smallest one in your closet and it avoid the tan lines your top string was undone as your stomach lay on your towel.

Luke had been enjoying the sight he really was, your feet occasionally bounced as you had your favourite songs blaring through your AirPods and it was a sight that made his mouth water.

But when Trevor and Alex walked back in from the porch and started talking about you it caused the youngest Hughes boys mood to turn for the worse.

Trevor shook his head as he grabbed a drink from the fridge “I don’t know how you haven’t made a move yet Hughesy,” he confessed as he cracked the cap of the bottle open.

Alex nodded in agreement “huh?” Luke furrowed his eyebrows as he knew that they were talking about you.

The Ducks player smiled “y/n is out of this world,” he pointed out as none of the older boys were stupid, you were a pretty girl and they all knew it.

Except Trevor was the only one who ever let you know about it, the constant flirting that came from his lips during this lake house trip. It seemed you being over the age of eighteen let you move away from the title of only being Luke’s friend.

Words of warning wanting to tell Trevor to fuck off were desperate to leave Luke’s mouth yet they couldn’t as you walked into the living room.

An oblivious smile formed on your face “what are y’all talking about?” You asked as you reached into the fridge to grab the container of cut up mango that you had made earlier that morning.

Trevor let his outstretched hand reach into the container as he took a piece “just about going for a ride on the boat later,” he lied as his eyes never left your mouth as some of the fruit juice dribbled down your chin landing on your bikini top “hope there is room for me on that boat,” there always was room for you but you were enjoying flirting with Trevor.

Sure you weren’t attracted to him like that but he certainly wasn’t harsh on your eyes “for you sparky? Always.” The nickname was one that you had picked up when you were five, you learnt what electric currents were when you found two wires in Quinn’s room and decided to place them together. The eldest Hughes couldn’t help but laugh when he walked in to see how your eyes lit up like you were in a candy store.

Luke scrunched his nose at the smile you sent the ducks player as you continued you eat your mango but when you pushed your hair behind your ears letting your chest now be on full display the Hughes boy could no longer take it “put this on,” he mumbled as he held out his baseball jersey.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked white fabric “okay?” You shrugged as you took the Tigers home jersey and slotted your arms into it.

But that didn’t seem to be enough for Luke as he came over to you and began to button the buttons up “Luke!” You groaned saying exactly what Alex and Trevor were thinking as they sent the boy a glare “perfect,” Luke smiled as he softly pulled your hair out of the jersey letting it lay flat behind your back.

His dagger eyes were sent to both Alex and Trevor the entire day, even on the boat when Quinn was teaching you to drive it and even when you were on Luke’s lap.

“Am I missing something?”

Your question pulled Luke out of his thoughts as he looked at you “what?” He asked as he let his fingers draw over your leg.

It irritated you as you could see that something seemed to be going on between Luke and the two older boys “you seem mad at them,” you sighed as your lips formed into a pout.

Sure it might have been childish to be upset but Luke usually told you everything “it’s nothing,” he shook his head causing your fingers to grip at your can of seltzer.

Yet your pokes didn’t go quiet like he’d hoped “Luke-” your soft words were only met with a glare “just drop it okay?” His complaint was only met with your wide eyes.

Thankfully at that time you were in need of a new drink. So you got up to get yourself a refill.

The boys watched in amusement as you walked back into the house “you really fucked that one up Lukey,” Trevor teased only adding to the boys anger.

Luke clenched his fist “you need to shut the fuck up dude!” He warned as he got up as he pointed his finger at the older boy.

It seemed like this was all bubbling up over today “just go ahead all to her,” Quinn’s voice was soft as he knew that you were on his brothers mind.

The youngest Hughes boy took a large gulp as he remembered that he had lashed out at you first.

Your head remained in the fridge as you looked at the different options for drinks.

The cool air on your face made you grow calm. It was soothing as you tried to not cry, you knew you were overreacting but all of Luke’s actions today seemed to weigh up on you in this never ending battle that you had created based on the feelings you felt towards the boy. Your thoughts were pulled away from your brain as the sound of the glass sliding door shut.

You turned around and was already faced with Luke “Jesus Christ!” You cursed as you clenched your chest.

Luke’s face softened as he looked at you “sorry,” he apologised as he crossed his arms.

He wanted to reach out to hug you “why are you so mad at them?” You asked as you watched the hockey player pick at the bracelet on his wrist.

All of the explanations that went through his mind all didn’t sound valid “it’s stupid,” that was the honest truth, he knew he was over reacting but that didn’t make it any less irritating to deal with.

You scoffed as you sat on the counter “that never stopped you from telling me,” you pointed out as most nights were spent with Luke in your bed laying his bed on your chest as you combed your fingers through his hair.

The way your lips were plump and your cheeks were tinted with a hint of red from the sun that had landed on in them made you look so very kissable.

But Luke remained stood where he was “they think you’re hot,” he explained with his voice barely a whisper as though he was ashamed to admit to it.

Your laugh made him feel better “do they now?” It was a clear stroke to your ego as you watched the boy grow embarrassed.

It shouldn’t have been nearly as amusing as it was “you thinking I’ve got a new best friend to get?” You joked causing him to furrow his eyebrows with annoyance.

Luke situated himself between your legs “‘ts not funny,” he mumbled as he rested his head on your shoulder.

A smile found its way onto your face “it’s pretty funny,” you nodded as you hooked your fingers under his jaw forcing him to look at you.

Your eyes were soft as they studied every feature on his face as though it was the first time you’d seen his face “it doesn’t matter if they think I’m hot,” you explained as you watched his face grow confused “only matter if it comes from a guy who hasn’t even said it.” You added as your tongue darted between your lips.

The hockey remained as clueless as ever when you let your thumb run along his jaw “who?” He was almost asking because he needed to finally hear that dose of reality of who it was that went through you mind in the way you went through his.

A moment of silence was heard so loud that a penny dropping wouldn’t even be noticed “looking right at him.” You confessed causing his eyes to widen.

It was like he was at a crossroads as the ball was now in his court. Truly nothing went through his mind as he was desperate to find the right course of action. The girl he had loved for all of these years, the girl he had longed for to be more than just friends, the girl was you and here you were with all of your cards out waiting for him.

Yet there he was frozen in time.

Again it seemed like it was your turn once more. So you leaned forward as you kissed him, it was brain meltingly perfect. Like that moment you do something that feels so good it makes your brain all hazy, like that.

Luke pulled away with his smile as his finger ran over your lips “what’s got you all smiley?” You asked as you cocked your head.

“I got the girl of my dreams.”

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Good day~ could you do something for sae itoshi? i wonder how he will react to seeing his shy s/o dancing and having a concert around their shared house, just being the exact opposite of the shy type, and when he asks why they just go on saying that he might hate that side of them so that's why they act shy instead. I hope this didn't confuse you! thank you anyway!!

𝕀𝕥𝕠𝕤𝕙𝕚 𝕊𝕒𝕖 𝕩 𝕤𝕙𝕪! 𝕤/𝕠

𝘈𝘢𝘢𝘩 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘢𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘣𝘳𝘰’𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘐’𝘮 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴.

𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘐 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥.

𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 :)

ｗｏｒｄ　ｃｏｕｎｔ：　１１５６ｇｅｎｒｅ：　ｆｌｕｆｆ　＋　ａ　ｌｉｔｔｌｅ　ａｎｇｓｔ

ｔｗ：ｍｉｓｓｃｏｍｕｎｉｃａｔｉｏｎ，ｃｕｒｓｉｎｇ

Sae is the picture-perfect guy anyone would dream of. With long eyelashes framing his piercing gaze, sharp jawline, athletic body and cold demeanor to match his beauty, he is on the highest pedestal: unreachable. How you got under his skin is still a mystery in your mind. Even though you moved in together, you still sometimes struggle with this dilemma. You have the tendency to refrain yourself, despite the effort you put in staying as genuine as possible. It’s never with bad intention, probably in your subconsciousness you feel the need to match to your boyfriend, and as long as he doesn’t complain, things should stay like this. Afterall, he chose you, right? His shy and tame girlfriend who is always so sweet to him.

You picked Thursday as your cleaning day. Usually, Sae has his hands full on that day of the week, so you don’t mind doing the household chores once a week. He is fantastic at football, but just as disastrous with a broom in his hands. Since you enjoy cleaning by yourself, you rid him of these responsibilities.

The sun shining through the window woke you up to a new day: a Thursday. You stretched in the empty bed, checking the time. Your boyfriend has a tight schedule that starts early in the morning with a run, followed by hours of practice. You have the whole day to yourself. With a skip in your step, you made your way to the bathroom to start the day. Throwing on his shirt after a refreshing shower, you did your morning routine before proceeding with the day’s chores. You turned on the speaker to put some music as background noise, turning it as loud as respectfully possible. Subconsciously, your started tapping your foot to the beat, gradually starting to sway you hips to the rhythm. Without realizing, you were soon holding an entire concert, arms gesticulating, lips following the lyrics religiously, using whatever you had in hand as a microphone. You didn’t care, who was here to watch anyway?

Holding the mop as your dance partner, you swiped the floor in sync with your moves. Spinning around, you dropped it in an instant with a panicked shriek as you saw who was witnessing your show out of nowhere.

“You’re early”, you said, trying to sound as composed as possible, which came out as a stutter. Sae was leaning on the doorframe, little smile on his face, studying your figure as you stood frozen as a deer caught in headlights. “Yeah, I’m free today, so I went for the morning run. I also went to the café down the street and bought you coffee. It’s still hot so be careful.”

You thank him, taking a sip out of the beverage, placing it down on the table to continue awkwardly moping the floor. You closed the music that was playing. “Why did you stop? Looked like you were having a good time.”, his sentence caught you by surprise. “What are your plans for today?”, you brushed off his question with one of your own. “I was hoping to spend the day home with you. If you want to go on a date though I don’t mind.”

You agreed to his plan, quickly finishing with the task at hand so you can enjoy your coffee. You took a sit next to him on the couch, beverage in hand, trying to rid yourself of the embarrassment that lingered. “Does it bother you that I’m here?”, the phrase took you by surprise, making you choke on the drink. After a few coughs, you managed to answer “Why would you think that? I should be the one asking that.”

Sae didn’t mean to sneak up on you back then. His curiosity got the best of him when he entered the house to the loud music. He was surprised to see you dancing around in his shirt while being preoccupied with chores. You were so in the moment you didn’t even notice him leaning on the doorframe, admiring your good energy. It made him feel giddy inside.

“You seemed to be enjoying yourself, but stopped when you noticed me. I never knew you had a side like this.”, the moment you heard his explanation, you started apologizing profusely, trying to find reason to your actions, as if you did something wrong. “This is a shit apology.”, his words hit you like a truck. Your shoulders slouched, eyes averting him. “Don’t make that face. You don’t need to explain anything, why are you even sorry in the first place?”, at your silence, he continued, “you know, sometimes I could see something was off, like you were trying to restrain yourself. I don’t understand why you would hide from me of all people.”

You let out a long sigh, finding the courage to give him an explanation. “The truth is, I am kinda scared. Not of you, of course, it’s just that… you’re so cool, and serious, I thought that you’d be displeased by my random bursts of energy. I know I can be annoying, you come home tired, and I really didn’t want to bother you.”, at this point, you didn’t know how to put your thoughts in words anymore.

“We’re not at that point in the relationship where you have a crush on me and want to be up to my standards. We’re sharing a house. Grow up, (y/n), we’re not in high school anymore.”, his blunt words brought tears in the corners of your eyes, that were threatening to spill. He took a moment, sighing.

“I don’t hate this side of you. Afterall, it’s part of you. To be honest, I enjoyed watching you vibe around the house. You looked like yourself the most.”, at his words, a tear rolled down your cheek in relief. You punched his side jokingly. “You should just say you love me, a**hole! What kind of pervert creeps up out of nowhere like this? Creep!!”, you said, earning a grumble from him.

You laughed at his displeasure. All your walls were down now, there was nothing to hide. “Let me join, then.”, he got up offering a hand for you to stand. Taking it, he pulled you close, swaying your bodies left and right. The moment was ridiculous, but with no music in the background, you hummed a phony rhythm out of context. You wanted to laugh at his clumsy moves, but your heart felt so full you just smiled, reaching up to place a kiss on his lips. “Thank you”, you mumbled against him, enjoying the moment. “What are you even thanking me for? Jeez, you’re so lukewarm.”

You bit his lip in protest, giving him a nasty look. You remembered those days in high-school, before you even dated, when he used to reject every confession he received. You don’t know how you got here, but it doesn’t bother you anymore. You’re working on it.

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔! :)

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Things we left behind

This fluffy with slight tension(?) one shot of shadowpeach first meeting was brought to you by yours truly!

A/N: I've never read JTTW, or know the timeline exactly, so, if you're easily triggered by the inaccuracy to JTTW, stop scrolling! As for you, lovely reader who decided to stick around. I hope you enjoy!

Summary:

So, Sun wukong did the first thing he could think of to the unconscious monkey. Like any intellectual stoned-monkey.

smack!

The king waited for a reaction.

No response.

Okay. Maybe that wasn't the best way to approach the situation.

The sun shone, it lit up the whole forest, lights peaked through the leaves, birds chirping in the distance. A perfect weather to go on a walk. Sun wukong stretched his limbs, he'd spent too much time napping on a tree it seemed.

He hopped down, dusted some twigs off and skipped through the forest, feeling refreshed. Normally he'd prefer to just walk, but today's wind was friendly. So he summoned this trusty cloud and let it guide him, basking in the wind and morning light as he ascended up. The calm breeze felt nice against his golden fur.

The sun has always been a welcoming company, warm light grace his fur, as though intending to scoop him up in a warm, cozy blanket.

Not to mention, the view was breathtaking.

Below him, lay his island. Blessed by the jade emperors, gifted by divine beings themselves. Thick healthy shades of green covered the mountain area. No doubt he'd taken good care of this place. Even looking down from the cloud, the flower fruit mountain radiated life.

Next to the lush green essence, came the shore, sunlight casting down, virtuous sand sparkling, in response to the sun's nifty mood. Glitters of light reflected on the sea, horizon tattered with fishing boats and transportation ships.

Sun wukong could never get tired of seeing such view, no matter how many times he's seen it.

Just then, far corner of his eye, he spotted something on the shoreline.

Upon closer look, it seemed like a... black figure?

Oh. Someone's moving closer to the shore!

Holy shit. Someone was evading his kingdom? It's been so long since someone has ever stepped on this place. After all, who would dare to challenge the great sage equal to heaven?

No matter, he'd just get them out of here real quick. There wasn't a thing a bit of violence can't fix.

Shaking his pride away, he made his way to the target.

Now though, with shorter distances, he could make out the figure more. It was a macaque monkey, a knocked out one at that. Much to his disappointment.

He landed and approached the humanoid-monkey figure. Male, tan, with athletic build. gash and bruises scattered throughout the body, some were so prominent it was visible through the wet slacken dark fur. Sparks of salt were widespread amidst his obsidian black fur. Those scars were wide open.

Eh, nothing too severe.

But now, he'd have to figure out what to do.

So, Sun wukong did the first thing he could think of. Like any intellectual monkey.

smack!

The slap was loud and sharp, but not enough to do any real damage.

Wukong waited for a reaction.

No response.

Okay. Maybe that wasn't the best way to approach the situation.

Sun wukong has only seen someone else in a coma a few, never actually had any experience in properly handling the unconscious body.

Thus, the king tried to recall the moments when he snuck in a human village. Limited with only ever witnessed humans taking care of other sickly sleeping humans— There wasn't much he could revoke from the memories.

He checked the simian's heart rate. Inconsistent. Very Low. In fact, it was barely there at all. He was starting to question his actions now if saving the simian was worth anything.

Time was ticking.

On one hand, he could let the simian rot here and die.

"Nah, that would be too cruel." The king pondered.

On the other hand, he could gain more followers, saving him would mean the monkey would be indebted to him. He could use some help tending his garden— and this obscure simian seemed to be the perfect monkey for that. Sure, he has his loyal subject, but they were just regular monkeys— not the brainy ones.

It's settled then, he'll help this monkey.

The weight in his arms were heavy, which was nothing, of course. He'd have to be extra careful with the gash though.

The obsidian furred simian was already dried up by the time they arrived at his palace. Now seemed to be a good time to put it to use. He laid the dark furred simian on his bed. Not really sure where to go with this, he'd just have to think of something along the way.

Sun wukong retrieved his recollections of something related to taking care of sick humans, given he never knew how to, he supposed it would be the same for monkeys.

When someone's hurt they have to rest. But the guy is resting, for heaven's sake!

Finally he opted to take a wooden bowl nearby, very convenient, other hand plucked his fur out and blew on it.

The fur glowed a golden gleam before stretched and twisted, as if morphing itself into liquid. The matter became clear by the end of the process. It fell down the bowl with an oddly satisfying plop. Water done, he continued to do the same process to another group of fur, this time creating a piece of white cloth.

He began to shush the wet fabric around the other simian's body, upon closer inspection, the monkey had an odd looking six ears. Feathered red markings across the eyes, those were not scars though, it seemed to be the same part of the dark furred simian's face— Similar to the hearted peach-coloured marking on his own face.

The dark furred monkey stirred, snapping the king out of his thoughts. His gold eyes flickered to meet wukong's.

The king's thoughts were cut short as he found himself flipped, and pinned down. Sharp talons on his throat. The movement was so abrupt that it took him by surprise. His stomach were suppressed by the other party's knee. Which, admittedly, hurt. Both wrists bind by the tight grip above his head. Creating an awkward angle.

Moreover, Wukong was impressed that the dark furred simian was this strong. But also concerned about the fact that the other monkey's first instinct was to take him by his throat.

There was no doubt that wukong was stronger, but he also couldn't deny that the other party was impressively strong, despite having just woken up in a weakened state. Something in him ticked, but also excited.

Barely contained euphoria danced around the king's tail, forasmuch of the prospect of such a strong opponent.

He looked up, the other simian's golden eyes bored in fury towards him.

"Where am I" The dark furred simian hissed.

The grip on his wrists tightened, pair of golden eyes inched closer, zeroed on him intensely, warm breaths ghosted over his face.

Wukong suppressed a shudder as he replied, "O? I helped you. And this is how I'm treated?"

They stared at each other, unmoving. Sun wukong was the first to snap out of their deliberate state, "well?" He questioned.

No response, the other simian stared at him, unblinking. It was a little unnerving how still he was.

Gradually, the pressure on him slackened.

Figure above him pushed himself up, ready to make an escape. As soon as he did though, he tumbled down the wooden floor. The great sage bit back a laugh, whilst helping the dark furred monkey up.

Untrustful thoughts adorned the other's face, "No problem by the way" came the great sage remark. The other merely scoffed as he tried to pry the helping hand away. Wow. How unresentful.

He resisted the urge to slap the monkey in the face again.

"I was tryna help you man." Wukong complained.

"I'm fine."

Fine? He's talking nonsense at this point. This obscure monkey couldn't even walk without falling! and he's saying he's fine?

"you couldn't even walk without falling! and you say you're fine? Oh don't bother" Thoughts turned into words. He let his emotions mirrored the other simian's displeased face.

The dark furred monkey finally relented as he let his displeasure known. Wukong helped the dark furred simian get in bed again.

"Not even a 'thank you'?"

The other simian paid no heed. Instead, The king was met with a questioning look, golden eyes settled at a piece of wet cloth on the bed, probably being dropped at some point when he was pinned down. Wukong flushed at the mere memory of being tacked down so suddenly.

"What are you doing with it?" The obsidian furred raised a single brow, thus snapping the out of his inner-self rumination.

"Helping you duh. Y'know the cold compress thingy"

"Are you stupid or what?"

Sun wukong frowned, irritated, his tail dropped.

"That is for someone with a fever or swollen wounds. I have neither of those"

The king's face burned in humiliation, tail lashed uncontrollably.

"O-Oh yeah. I already knew that. Just wanted to do that. Haha— better safe than sorry" He was sweating profusely at this point. Damn to his short lived memory.

"anyways— I'll go get s'more herbs n' stuff" He plummeted, voice weaving. The dark furred simian didn't have time to ponder much as Wukong raced through the door.

Even without looking back, the sense of eyes bored through his skull were so intense Sun wukong almost wished someone would just trap him under a mountain for 500 years.

He went to a far corner of the palace, recollecting everything that happened in a span of twenty minutes.

First thing first, he found a close-to-death monkey. Then he helped the simian out. Third, the dark furred pinned him by surprise, not to mention naked—

Oh heavens. That was so awkward.

By the time he came back, dark fur noticeably sank back into the cover. Granted, he looked more pleasant, unlike the previous bastard he was. He couldn't help but stare, drinking the sight in.

Sun wukong tried not to think about the fact that the other was naked too much. Instead, focusing on the closed eyelids, the calm rise and fall of his chest, as if the simian wasn't in pain right now.

From the light seeped from square shaped window, those obsidian furred seemed to suck in the light, imprisoned them without an escape.

The more he looked, the more he thought about how alike the obsidian fur was to shadows drinking in the lights like that.

The more he looked, the more he thought how those obsidian fur appeared messy, yet looked so soft.

The more he looked, the more intrigued he was.

Without thinking, he reached out to feel the fur against his palm.

"I advise you not to."

He retracted his hand. Oh shit— what was he thinking? reaching out like that? "I wasn't gonna do anything." He denied, although voice weaving.

"bullshit"

"You don't even look— how would you know that"

"...."

"See? I—"

"I heard you"

______

Ever since he's conscious, his senses heightened by ten folds. From the combination of monkeys and birds and variations of wildlife, Macaque couldn't extinguish the sound anymore, hustle of bushes and trees, flows of water in the distant and yet they seemed so close in his very mind.

The strongest sound of them all, a rhythm of heartbeat. Constant and strong to the six eared macaque's exposed sensitive flesh. Deepened his headache even more. He momentarily bit back a groan, instead, trying to turn it into his advantage, he willed himself to focus on the troubling sound alone.

Adjusting a while, the strong pulse drowned other sounds into white noises. Better.

Now without noises that intended to flood him, he then realized that he was laying in bed. Soft, silky linen beneath him. It has been a while since he'd had something this fancy. Macaque's eye lids felt too heavy, he couldn't will himself to open them.

A shuffling sound inched closer— With all his might, he ignored the throbbing pain all over his body and tackled the owner of the other heartbeat.

Golden figure became clear. Beneath him, shown another pair of golden eyes, surrounded by peach coloured markings. Their pulses quickened, his vision blurred. Chill wind met his scars. The feeling of pungent spread all over him. Macaque hated how exposed his body felt.

Rush of pain nearly made him wince. But once again, he forced them back.

Golden furred simian was warm. It exceeded throughout him, creating a buzz of unknown feeling in him. His gut coiled. His already fast pulse elevated. Sounds of their heartbeat alone were unbearably vociferous.

They stayed like that for a moment, the other's heartbeat never relented.

Macaque deepened crease on his brows, golden furred simian beneath him reeked of adrenaline.

"Where am I?" macaque inquired, although it came out more like he was threatening. His very own voice sounded hoarse to each set of ears.

Irritation flarred through him as the other simian stared at him with unreadable expression. Albeit inefficient, macaque formed numerous escape plans. You could never be too trustful of a stranger's intention.

The event ended with him trying to escape unsuccessfully.

Of course it would. How could macaque be so naive to even let himself believe it for a moment.

Where else would he be then? He could barely walk, Macaque blamed the myasthenia gravis, and had a massive headache. Wind has been acting up again, he shivered, tail shook and squeezed him tight.

Macaque found himself missing the warmth of a certain golden simian.

Sore limbs urging at him to give in to the warmth of silky texture under him. So he did. He gave up on escaping. His master would've found him in such pathetic state. Oddly enough, macaque couldn't bring himself to care.

So, the shade sank back, as if trying to feel the welcoming warmth the golden simian gave off not long ago. To have this kind of luxury. Moreover, he couldn't comprehend why someone that wealthy would help him.

With an aching body, his mind drifted into oblivion.

Pulsation flared anxiously, a pure mimic of chaos brought his senses back.

He heard the other lift a hand, for whatever reason he could not grapse, but there was no malice behind the action. But then why?

The shuffle sound's moving closer, almost like—

"I advise you not to."

An empty threat. He knew he couldn't lay a hand on the other even if he wanted. Hum of powerful magic was an indication of that.

A shufting sound drew backward. The other's heartbeat sped up again.

"I wasn't gonna do anything!"

How shameless. The golden furred was clearly trying to touch him. "bullshit" Macaque retorted.

"You don't even look— how would you know that!"

Of course he'd known. How the owner of the chaotic rhythm's breath struck his throat, momentarily forgot how to breathe.

Pumping of an anxious rhythm, threatening to over take all his hearing capacity.

The other simian rambled on about something he couldn't make out. Macaque, instead he chose to reply to the previous question.

"I heard you. You move too loud, it's like a fuckin earthquake in here."

He hoped that it wouldn't give away too much of his hearing ability.

The other made a grunted noise.

The smile threatened to overcome his face. Closing his eyes, the shade allowed himself to show the satisfaction.

"Ahem so anyway— How are you feeling?"

"Shitty" He groaned.

"Then rest!"

"Then leave me alone!"

"What— this is my room! Leave here by yourself"

He scrunched up his nose.

"Then I'm leaving" Realising his mistake, he tumbled down the bed. Fallen to his knee. Heat of humiliation crept up his face. Limbs felt jelly upon trying to move them, He couldn't even muster the strength to properly get up.

Pathetic.

It was like a deja Vu, golden furred simian helping him up again. But this time, he chose to not hissed or pushed the other away.

A 'thank you' wasn't necessary, but showing a little gratitude wouldn't hurt anyone, and this wasn't the time to held up his pride. If he was going eat a poisonous food, might as well did lick every inch of the plate. In addition, getting on the other simian's good side would only benefit him.

"...Thank you, errr—"

"Sun Wukong, King of the Flower fruit Mountain. Also known as great sage equal to heaven. Call me by whatever you want"

"....."

The other golden furred simian— Sun wukong grinned smugly, giving him an expectant look.

"Right.. Thank you, Sun wukong."

The king's face brighten, his whole posture seemed a lot more alight, tail swaying rapidly, resembling an excited puppy— or to be more precise, a monkey. Macaque almost snickered at the accuracy.

Wukong's shenanigans weren't done though. Golden fur ball continued on with his nonsense.

"What's your name?"

"I'm six-eared Macaque."

"That's a very accurate name."

The stupid grin adorned Sun wukong's face was impossibly wider. It was annoying.

So, so, annoying. Does this monkey think he's cute doing that?!

"What else can i help you?"

'What's the point with this?'

"What do you mean by that?" His face fell, the king sent a disappointed look.

Has he really wondered it aloud? Curse him.

"You. Helping me. Why?"

The king did not falter under his stare, he went silent for a moment, as if trying to conjure up the best answer.

"I just wanted someone to tend my Garden."

The shade quirked a single brow. Sun Wukong's posture shifted slightly, seemingly more reserved.

"Bahh, That's not really the true reason— but honestly that was the first thing i thought when i met you."

Since when, he did not know, Sun wukong has already seated himself on a chair. The shade wasn't entirely sure what his impression gave off. Macaque guessed that his silence was taken as a permission to continue. "But seriously, I think it's just.. I'm so lonely, y'know what I mean?"

He searched the simian's face. It gave off nothing but sheer honesty. The six-eared macaque then focused on the pulsation. Stable. No trace of lies.

"..I feel like that too"

Before he knew it, he'd already admitted that. Suddenly feeling like a prisoner confessing his crimes.

There was something about Sun wukong. Something that made him feel warm, and weird, and lighter— fuzzy feelings, blinding him, as though to forcing him to spill all his past, his secrets and insecurities.

He swallowed them down like a bile.

He would not tolerate any more reckless behavior.

A warm hand met his. Macaque never noticed that his fists were clenched. The king fixated his gaze on the shade. His body was radiating warmth, much like the name "Sun wukong"

The great sage rubbed their hands reassuringly. Macaque, unwillingly, relaxed himself against the contact.

The shade mentally cursed for letting himself get so heavily influenced under the king's gentle hold.

"But enough of those depressing shit. How can I help you?"

"How about leaving me alone?"

"After I poured my heart out like that? Nuh-uh!"

The mood changing was so abrupt. But he was glad to finally deal with something lighter.

They bantered for a while, as though they've known each other for ages. The ability to exchange snarky remarks and occasional jab was something he admired about Sun wukong.

After a while, he was exhausted with all the energy used, despite having only spoken and laughed. The great sage seemed to notice. Soon, without the other's initiating, their conversation died down.

"You sure don't need other thing?"

"God. You're impossible! Fine, Just give me something to eat. Whatever."

Sun wukong happily skipped away, humming an unfamiliar tune.

"How about some peaches?"

His ears perked up, and Macaque merely nodded.

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• We get a decent amount of information on the two police officers who take Jennifer to Hilldale, which is interesting. Their names are Reese and Foley (a fact I did already know), and we spend some time in Foley’s head as they bring Jennifer home.

Reese is evidently the by-the-book, serious cop while Foley is the more compassionate and easy-going one. Reese is always citing regulations and laws and refusing to bend them even slightly, and Foley thinks a lot of the rules are silly and should be bent when the situation calls for it—particularly if a regulation actually prevents them from helping someone. Foley wants to take Jennifer into the house so she’s safe, but Reese says it’s against regulation to enter a house without permission, so their original plan is to leave her on the porch until she wakes up on her own.

Poor Jennifer can’t stop getting moved to various locations and then just Left There.

• It’s mentioned twice that Foley hates her job. She’s worried about it turning her cruel and emotionless, and after saying goodbye to Jennifer, she feels, “—empty, deep in her stomach.” Someone write a fanfic where she quits and finds a career she loves.

• After Jennifer wakes up and is trying to figure out what on Earth is going on, she concludes something must have happened to Marty and Doc because, “They wouldn’t just leave her all alone—would they?”

LOL, YES, THEY WOULD, JEN.

• As Jennifer hides in the closet and watches Marlene, Lorraine, and George, she notes that Marlene is built, “—sort of huskily for a girl,” and that she’s probably an athletic type. This reminds me of the “pop up facts” feature on the DVDs I have and how one of the facts is that one of the jackets in the closet of the 2015 McFly house is a letterman one that supposedly belongs to Marlene’s boyfriend. So, yeah, I can see Marlene as a jock who is also dating a jock.

It also reminds me of how, years ago, I went for a checkup and the doctor was like, “You’re built like an athlete. You must play sports, huh? Soccer?” and I was like, “Ma’am I have never played a sport in my life.”

• In the movie, we learn George threw his back out on the golf course, but the book tells us that he was hit by a car that FELL OUT OF THE SKY. (while he was on the golf course)

• After Junior arrives on the scene and says hello to Jennifer, he hurries by too quickly to get a good look at her. Jennifer is relieved and thinks, “Lucky for her, he paid as much attention to most things as his father did!”

I love that line. Jennifer is quite aware that her boyfriend has no attention span and limited awareness of his surroundings at any given moment.

• After being firmly told by Doc to stay put and change back into his regular clothes, Book Marty—much like Movie Marty—quickly gets to work Not Listening. Except the book makes Marty’s disobedience sort of adorable because, after seeing the dog being walked with the drone, we’re told, “Maybe, Marty considered, now that he had his shoes on and all, maybe he should take a closer look at that dog, and, maybe, whatever else might be around the corner, like his future house.”

I can’t with Marty. This is the thought process of a six-year-old. “Well, Doc told me to change my outfit and sit here and not move, but, but…I did put my regular shoes back on! I did that one whole entire thing already, which is good enough, right? So maybe, maybe, I should go and Look At That Dog now. And if my house happens to also be there by some chance, maybe I can check it out too. Maybe.”

Ridiculous guy.

#back to the future #bttf #bttf ii: the novel

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shallyne · 10 months

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SJM Crackshipmonth: Roommates

Feyre sat on the kitchen counter, scribbling into her notebook and singing out of tune to the song that was blaring out of their cheap twenty dollar speakers while Cassian was preparing dinner. They busy schedules took a lot of their time to do their usual shenanigans but they were never to busy to eat dinner together. Sometimes they had to wait longer for the other to come home or order a meal out, but they would not eat alone. It was one of their unspoken rules since the day they moved together. Neither Feyre nor Cassian had earned a lot, making it close to impossible to find an affordable apartment until they decided to move together, to keep down astronomical costs. What was more of an acquaintance when they moved together bloomed into a beautiful friendship. They were each other's lifelines in the four years they were living together, being there for the other when they went through tough times. Cassian was there for Feyre countless of times, a light in a dark she assumed endless. No one knew her as good as Cassian. He best friend in the entire world.

Of course, as time went by both their incomes became stable and enough for them to be able to afford their own places but neither wanted to go. They quickly slid into such a comfortable pattern of living together that they became so accustomed to it, no one wanted to break out of it. It wasn't necessary, either. They had an apartment in the city where they could reach everything by foot and their workplaces by city bus or subway.

Cassian winced when Feyre hit an especially shrill tone, whirling towards her. Their kitchen Was so small that it only took him one step, ONE, to reach her. Feyre didn't try to pay attention to his daze as he stepped in front of her, cupping her cheeks. He was tall, so tall that he reached the top of the doorframe, and broad. And so muscled that Feyre sometimes spent some moments just ogling him, keeping herself from touching said muscles. Especially his biceps that was accentuated by his form fitting athletic shirts that he always wore. She was sure that Cassian knew she was checking him out sometimes but she didn't mind because she knew for sure he was doing the same. That's what best friends do, right? It would be weird to live together for four years and not checking each other out. It's normal. Right? Yeah. Definitely.

"You know I love you, right?" he asked, still squeezing her cheeks, making it impossible to answer so she nodded once. "So you know I mean it with my best intentions but please stop singing, I don't want the neighbors to file a complaint again." he said it softly but is eyes danced with humor.

Feyre batted his hands away, giggling at the memories from a few years ago when she listened to the Mamma Mia soundtrack while showering. Apparently her neighbors didn't enjoy her singing as much as she did back then because two days later they found a letter from their landlord in the mailbox. Cassian chuckled as he, no doubt, thought back to that moment too, stepping back. That movement let his eyes wander to the notebook in Feyre's hands. She pressed it to her chest, shaking her head at him, still grinning. "Don't you dare, I'll sing again." He huffed a laugh but turned away to slice vegetables again. Maybe she imagined it but she could have sworn his eyes were fixed on her mouth for a heartbeat before he did. Ignoring the heat pooling in her lower belly, she went back to her notebook. Her sketch wasn't something incriminating, she just painted Cassian whole he cooked and she wouldn't have minded him seeing that sketch but that would have lead to questions, like, Are you drawing me often? Which the answer to was yes but she couldn't tell him that and she was a lousy liar. Actually, that wasn't right. She was a decent liar but Cassian could read her like an open book. One raised eyebrow and she folded like a weak, decade old camping chair. Because he knew her so well. Because they were best friends. Of course.

When their bell rang, Feyre hopped off the counter, putting her notebook to the side and smoothed her paint splattered denim overall, "I'll get it!" she announced, skipping through their narrow, dimly lit hallway to the front door. "Hello?" she talked into the speaker. "Who's there?" The only response was a heavy, wheezing breathing. She rolled her eyes at the neighbors kid trying to troll her. "Jurian, it's 7:30, does your mother know you're out? You're late for dinner!" It was quiet for a few heartbeats until she heard little footsteps sprinting away. Gotcha, kiddo.

"It was just Jurian trying to prank us again." Feyre said with a snort as she stepped into the kitchen, immediately stopping in her tracks as she saw Cassian leaned over her notebook. "What are you doing?" she squealed, ripping the notebook out of his hand. Her face became all hot as a flush crept over her, followed by goosebumps.

Cassian smirked his usual, insufferable, beautiful smirk. "That guy you painted a lot looks very similar to me."

Feyre shook her head. "No, you must have not looked right he does not–" his smirk turned into a grin and she groaned. "Fine, I'm spending most of my time with you, of course I'm painting you one or two times."

"One or two?" he chuckled.

Feyre flipped him off, earning a ruffle of her hair. Huffing, she tried to glare at him, unsuccessfully if that glint in his eye was any indication, "Or three."

He tilted his head, his expression turning from amused to thoughtful. "Is that all? You're drawing me because we're spending so much time together?"

Feyre's ears began ringing as her puls started racing, her heart gallopping in her chest. "I–" What was that weird feeling in her stomach? It felt like a tiny man punching her from within. Or, worse, butterflies. She shut her eyes, counting from ten down as she clutched her notebook to her chest. That's a dream because this situation is not real because if it was real it meant no matter her answer, something would change indefinitely. She knew it, deep down, she could feel it. But another thought entered her mind: if something would change either way, wasn't this the opportunity to confess her feelings? To herself and Cassian. The feelings she always shoved back, scared to jeopardize their friendship. When she opened her eyes, Cassian looked at her intently. This was supposed to be a normal dinner. Nothing more. No here they are. "Imighthavedevelopedfeelingsforyou." she rattled down.

"What?" Cassian asked his, his hazel eyes shining brighter. He must have heard her but maybe he didn't believe, as much as Feyre couldn't believe that she said it.

No turning back now, Feyre Archeron. "I might have developed feelings for you." she said slower. Cassian stared at her and heartbeats turned into endless seconds. "But it doesn't have to mean anything! If you don't feel the same, we can-"

Suddenly he gripped her arm und pulled her into his own, crashing his lips on hers. Shocked, Feyre lost grip on her notebook, letting it fall to the floor between them. It took her only a moment until she melted into Cassian's embrace, singing into the kiss. But she broke the kiss quickly, looking dumbstruck at him.

"What? Was that a mistake?" he asked. Feyre shook her head. "What then?"

Feeling his heart beating under her fingertips, she breathed "I think the pasta is overcooking."

Cassian whipped his head to the oven. "Shit!"

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freakingxloser · 4 months

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Control - One

Stu Macher x F!OC

(Gif is obviously not mine)

Warnings: smut, obsessive behavior, groping, drugging, stalking, pantie rubbing, dirty thoughts, somewhat somnophilia, mentions of penetration, mentions of violence, jealousy and ofc bad grammar since English is not authors first language.

A/N: Hey, I'm pretty new to sharing my fanfics with anyone so...I hope you'll like this one, as it's already mentioned, this is just the first part, it will get...worse. Also, I have to remind you that I'm not a native English speaker, there is a possibility of grammar mistakes and nonsense, but I hope not. So enjoy, the second part will be out soon!

Sarah finished all her work for today, since her parents were out tonight at some gathering with their friends, she had the whole house for herself. But instead of watching TV in the living room, Sarah decided to make herself a cup of tea and stay upstairs in the comfort and coziness of her room. Before she dug into the reading Carrie, which she did not finish yet, a shower was a must after the exhausting day. The hot water felt like a cure for her sore muscles after today's lacrosse practice. She enjoyed the feeling and stayed in the shower a little longer than usual. After being done with the night routine, she returned back to her bed, turning on a small lamp on the bedside table and grabbing the book.

The more Sarah read, the more her eyes felt tired and sipping the warm blueberry tea was not helping to keep her awake too. So after finishing the tea, Sarah set the book down, turned off the lamp and drifted off. In a split of a second Sarah was in her deep sleep, while he was admiring her behind the window. her parents just arrived, checking on Sarah, once they found out she was asleep, they closed the door. He already knew it was their routine after those fancy gatherings with their friends, after all, Sarah was the only child, their lovely daughter that they loved and protected from all the bad things outside.

She was a good girl, and did not really like to party and gossip around. She rather focused on school and lacrosse. That may have drawn him even more to Sarah. He couldn’t help himself, watching Sarah during her lacrosse games, at the halls when she talked to her friends, even when Sarah was at home, simply everywhere he could get a sneak of a look at her. her body was just appealing to him as her personality. Sweet, beautiful girl with an athletic body, yet so innocent, untouched. He wanted to corrupt her badly, in the most disrespectful ways, to make her his.

Tonight he felt more bold than usual, he did not want just to watch her…he wanted to touch her. He couldn’t simply help himself, his arousal and dirty thoughts were stronger. That’s why while she was showering, he spiked her tea with some sleeping pills, hoping she would hear her alarm in the morning to get school in time. Stu definitely did not want her to get in trouble. Once he was sure her parents were far away from her bedroom, he opened the window and sneaked in. This was the first time he wasn’t just staying outside the window and admiring her from a distance. But that didn’t necessarily mean he was nervous, oh not at all. Stu was excited, his excitement even grew when he saw the lack of clothing covering her body. Seeing her like this as at this moment better than watching her thought the small window in the bathroom and get off on his dirty thoughts how would it feel to finally fuck her.

He sat down on the bed, of course he was not stupid, showing up just like that. Stu had his Ghostface mask and robe on. He couldn’t risk that she would wake up and see him. This way he felt more comfortable, comfortable enough to unbutton her blouse to see her breasts. Oh, how did it make him feel, he took off his gloves to touch them. He was gentle with his touches, checking on her face if she was gonna move, she didn’t, not even a bit. Stu made small circles around her nipple, grinning as he noticed it hardened under his touch. That was not enough to please him, he completely unbuttoned her blouse admiring her athletic features, gently brushing his fingertips over the outlines of her slightly toned muscles.

Stu was painfully hard, his body desired for more than just groping her body. With a quick motion of his hand, he unbuckled the belt and undid his pants, pulling his cock out. He knew she definitely did not mind since she is completely asleep and won’t remember any of his perverted and creepy actions. That made him even more excited, Sarah wasn't aware. As he was slowly stroking himself with one hand the other and wandered down to her laced panties. Stu really liked the choice of her underwear, loved the fact he could see through the laces even though the moonlight was the only source of light at the moment.

It was impossible for him not to get a small „taste“ of her. He gently rubbed his thumb over the slick of her panties, getting more aroused, biting his lower lip over the thought of how close he is to get exactly what he wants at the moment. Stuart looked up at her face, she was peacefully sleeping, the sleeping pills really worked which made things easier for him. He was thinking about how far he could take it tonight. How much would it take to wake her up? He definitely did not want to freak her out…too much. Stu kneeled on her bed slowly spreading her legs apart with his strong hands. She shifted a little on the bed, so he just waited for a second till she stopped moving again and got closer to her crotch.

He was hesitating, should he actually get even bolder than now? It was hard to resist his own thoughts, especially after fantasizing about her for such a long time. He was rubbing his thumb over her panties a little harder than last time, noticing that her wetness was exposing them. It made him grin again. „Seems like my pretty girl likes what I’m doing.“ He mumbled quietly to himself. It made him pull her panties aside, his fingers creeped towards her clit while his eyes wandered all around her body. This was for his eyes only, none ever had a chance to see Sarah this way, and he will make sure none ever will. His hand gently moved down to her entrance, just to see how wet she was from his touch. Stu was obviously pleased with the effect he had on her, even though she was not aware about any of it.

He was making small circles around her clit, hearing a soft, hearable exhale from her mouth, he was pretty sure that was indeed a moan. „That’s right baby girl,“ He whispered and chuckled. As he was positioned between her legs, being now sure she won’t wake up, he made another move. Taking his hard cock into his right hand and brushing gently his tip over her wet clit. At this moment Stu was overly sensitive, this intimate interaction with her body made him slightly groan. He knew he had to be quiet if he wanted to continue. With positioning her legs over his thighs he was finally close enough to make Sarah both feel good.

He grinded himself against her pussy, trying his best to keep himself quiet, this was too arousing for him, the fact Sarah didn’t even know was making it even worse for him. Stu did not feel a slightest hint of guilt, he was taking what he wanted. Well…within the limits of possibility, he was pretty sure that penetration would awaken her, let alone the fact he wanted Sarah to remember her first time. In his eyes this was the most innocent to fulfill his desires and needs. Shortly, he will be pumping her pussy with his cum while she is completely aware of the situation.

Her muffled moans under her breath made him come even closer to the edge. Sarah’s brain probably set up some nasty dream in her head to protect Sarah from this. With a support on his hand he made sure his cock is perfectly pressed to her pretty pussy, leaning himself over her would be too risky for him. Stuart's cock was completely covered in her wetness, with her intimate parts being perfectly collided together, it made him feel close to his climax. So after a few last rubs, he repositioned himself and came on her belly. His breathing was heavy, looking at the mess he had made all over her. Stu knows he cannot waste much time, plus he has to get some sleep. He quickly cleaned himself over her panties, putting them back in place. Once he got his pants back up, he felt generous enough to button up her blouse, not bothering with his cum. Stuart wanted her to know that he was there…not really him, but someone. Leaving Sarah clueless was the fun part of him.

Once Sarah was fixed, he looked at her again, taking off his mask. He leaned closer to her head and planted a small peck on her temple. „Good night, pretty girl.“ He whispered quietly and with the same silence he left her room, closing the window behind him and leaving her property as fast and discreet as he could.

Sarah woke up in the morning with the sound of her alarm. After turning it off, she remembered just small pieces of the dream she had, that slightly made heer blush. While getting out of bed, the lower part of her body including stomach felt kinda sticky. It was quite an uncomfortable feeling, but she thought it’s just something that the dream left physically on her. Once Sarah took off her sleepwear, it was hard not to notice dried stains on her stomach. „What the hell?“ She said quietly while observing it. Let’s be honest here, it kinda freaked her out, because there was no logical explanation of how it got there. The thought of someone else doing it did not even cross her mind, that would be absurd, wouldn’t it?

She hopped into the shower to get it off, having a quick wash. But it did not really help her to wash off the weird feeling, seeking for an explanation that none could give to her, not even herself. She got dressed up and ran downstairs, wanting badly to avoid her parents, still being embarrassed badly, wondering what could happen at night while she was asleep. After she quickly chugged a cup of tea and ate some piece of pastry, Sarah ran outside the house, heading to school with her lacrosse stick in her hand. Through her thoughts she did not even hear that Tatum was yelling at her to wait for her.

She tapped her shoulder as she ran to Sarah. „What’s the matter with you, sugar? Are you deaf or something?“ She chuckled. She just shook her head and smiled, trying to snap out of her thoughts.

„Nah, I was just thinking too much about the chemistry test we have today.“ She was able to quickly make up an excuse for her being out of reality. Tatum started freaking out, because as usual she did not study for the test, hoping Sarah would let her sit next to her so she can copy at least some of her answers, which she allowed, as always. She couldn’t leave her friend hanging, having bad grades.

Sidney joined the girls by Sarah's locker. „I would kill for another few hours of sleep.“ She groaned with annoyance in her voice. Sarah and Tatum just agreed with her, in fact Sarah would rather not. her eyes will be definitely peeled tonight just to prevent anything happening. The three of them made their way to the chemistry classroom, having a tactic that Sarah and Tatum will sit together and Sidney will sit behind them. As much as Billy wanted to sit in the back with his girlfriend in the back, with also an intention of getting some answers, he wasn’t allowed to do so by the teacher, troublemakers had to sit in the front. So he sat back next to his friend, Stu Macher, in the front.

Sarah was pretty quick with her answers, chemistry at least helped her to focus on something else than the unexplainable morning. Tatum was stealing looks on her paper to copy some answers, from time to time she lifted her paper so even Sidney could see the answers too. After there were already a few students in front of the teachers table, handing back their tests, Sarah got up and made her way behind the row of the students, while Sidney and Tatum still pretended to think. „Sarah, hey…“ clueless Billy hissed at her quietly. It did not take her a long time to figure out what he wanted. Stuart looked just as hopeless, his test was almost clean, without any answers.

With a deep sigh, she put the paper behind her back clearly enough to let them copy her answers. Both of the boys were furiously writing down everything they could to get at least a C. They had enough time to copy most of the answers, while Randy stood behind Sarah scribbling down some missing answers from her test too. Once it was her turn to hand the test to the teacher, she looked over at the miserable duo hoping they copied enough to get somehow good grades. Stu just gave her thumbs up, she chuckled and set the paper on the teacher's desk.

After the class, the whole group got to their lockers. „You saved our asses once again, brainiac.“ Tatum teased her. Sarah shook her head and set her chemistry books back to her locker, picking up biology books and notes for another class.

„I just don’t want you to fail.“ She shrugged her shoulders. Stu was intensely watching her, of course she looked a bit off, wondering about what could possibly happen last night, but she won’t figure it out, not just yet. It was amusing to him…plus arousing. As much as he wanted to ask, what is going on in the pretty little head of hers, he couldn’t, maybe that would help her to find out, which he definitely did not want to happen.

Derek Clifford, a captain of the boys lacrosse team, made his way to them. They all knew that he was not there to speak to them, but to Sarah. Probably about some lacrosse stuff, captain talking to a captain. Not to mention that Derek was the man of every girl's wet dreams with his beautifully muscular body, raven black hair, pale skin and magnificent green eyes. „Sarah, do you have a minute for me?“ He smiled at her, not even bothering with greeting her friends, they were just a bunch of losers in his eyes.

Tatum was eyeing her in a mischievous way, already imagining them together, while Stu did not look so amused. How can this stupid jock dare to talk to his girl and steal her away? „Yes, sure.“ Sarah nodded her head and Derek grabbed her gently by her upper arm and led her few meters away from her friends. She was also suspecting him from talking just about the lacrosse stuff, which she was fully open to. She was always excited when someone wanted to talk about lacrosse since it was the thing that made her really happy.

„You are already aware that we have a game night on Friday, we are pretty sure about our victory. We want to celebrate and all the lacrosse girls and a few school friends are invited, especially you captain.“ He smiled charmingly at her. All matches were postponed due to the tragic death of two students, Steve and Casey, now after two weeks the game time is back on and of course after a proper game comes a proper party. Even though Sarah was not big on partying, she always at least came, to watch over her drunk friends and teammates. Derek was smiling at her like an idiot, waiting for her answer.

She looked over at her friends, thinking about her answer. „I would love to, yeah! But can I take my friends with me?“ She asked him. Derek's smile slightly dropped, because he was hoping she wouldn’t have her weirdos around her, but it would be quite rude to say no, plus he really wants her to join them and had a weird feeling that wouldn't be really possible without inviting them as well.

Derek nodded his head. „Yeah, sure! Whatever makes you join us.“ He leaned against the locker, resting his arm above her, basically towering Sarah. It did not make Stuart, who was watching the whole interaction, amused in the slightest. His blood was boiling, and he thought he was gonna jump at Derek and beat the shit out of him when he dared to rest his other arm on her. „So, can I count with you?“ He said in a much softer tone, speaking almost seductively.

Sarah was pretty shocked and was not comfortable with his closeness, especially when everyone was around, for sure Tatum will be picking on her the whole afternoon. „Of course, we will be there.“ She just nodded her head and Derek let go of her, giving her last charming smile before he left. With a sharp exhale, Sarah returned back to her friends, who were already full of questions, talking over each other, only Stu was terribly quiet, which was not his usual behavior, but she did not notice. „He asked me if I would come to Fridays after the game party and…we all were invited.“ She explained them shortly, not making a big deal out of it.

Tatum’s eyes lit up. „Oh, my chances with Isaac are still on the table.“ Tatum was in the hunting mode again, just going after the jocks. The rest just rolled their eyes at her reaction. But none really blamed her, the lacrosse boys were really popular at their school, their ripped bodies were just most of the girls dreams, just the lacrosse girls were kinda immune to them, just because they truly knew the boys and stuck around them a lot during lacrosse camps that the school made every year for them.

„I’m gonna be there for the lacrosse chicks of course.“ Randy stated, none expected anything better from him, but still it did not mean that his statement did not make them laugh. Randy’s not so successful attempts of picking up girls were amusing sometimes and they always enjoyed to watch those.

Sidney had Billy’s arm wrapped around her leaning against him slightly. „And maybe our Sarah will have her chance with one and only Derek Clifford. Just imagine the cheerleaders being so jealous over you, they will probably pass out.“ Sidney giggled and Tatum was just nodding along, totally agreeing with Sid. Sarah was not so sure about that, even though the whole school would be in awe from the fact that the captain of the girls team and the boys team are dating, but it was not that appealing to her. It could lead to lot’s of consequences. Stu would probably say something against this if he wasn’t still on edge of anger and complete insanity, he couldn’t bear his jealousy so he rather stayed quiet.

Sarah shrugged her shoulders. „I don’t think that’s a good idea to be honest, it would made our coaches happy for sure, but for the sake of sanity of cheerleaders, I shouldn’t.“ She joked a little. Tatum snickered and shook her head, was about to protest against her thoughts on dating Derek Hale, but Randy was quicker, wrapped his arm around Sarah's shoulder.

„And for the sake of our friendship, I think we wouldn’t survive the heartbreak from you sticking up completely with the jock and leaving us.“ He said dramatically. For once in the whole eternity, Stu thought that Randy said something that is actually smart. He even nodded in agreement, which Sarah noticed, her eyes moving from Randy to Stu, giggling a little at their protectiveness and fear they would lose the friendship they have.

She took off Randy’s arm from her shoulder. „Guys, I would never do that, you know me. You are very dear to me.“ She smiled at them before noticing she was almost running late for the biology class.

„Right, shit…let’s go.“ Billy sighed and joined Sarah, since it was just two of them from the group having biology in their schedule for this day. He looked over at Stu for the last time. Of course Billy already knew about everything that Stu did last night, in that matter…about his whole weird obsession with sweet Sarah. He was not concerned at all, since he was as equally sick as Stu. Billy was slightly grinning to himself as they entered the class, knowing that Sarah is completely unaware of Stu’s secret…

#stu macher #scream #stu macher x oc #stu macher smut

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obeyme-lost-thought · 10 months

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The regret of a Father

Lucifer point of view; just it.

What if Lucifer had a child with Mc, and for some reason he neglects them ? And if the child die? What will do Lucifer?

Always remember: the ending isn't what we want, but what she need.

Good reads

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Chapter 4: "Dad" anymore

Lucifer's pov :

Mammon had broken a vase. I well remember the stress I had that day. Levi was chasing him, or both were running away from Satan; While running, Mammon hit a piece of furniture on which a valuable vase was placed, which then fell. I started scolding him and all this made me so angry that I screamed. I didn't even notice the door bell, in fact if it wasn't for Beel who opened it I wouldn't have known about it that day. It was him who came to call me, informing me that they were looking for me at the door. Threatens Mammon and company not to move, I went down the stairs and arrived in the hall, where I reopened the door. A demon-cop stood in front of me, holding something in his fist that he didn't seem to want me to see.

Policeman: "Excuse the pleasantries, but are you Lucifer Morningstar?"

Lucifer: "Yes, tell me what do you need"

Policeman: “I'm sorry to inform you that this morning we found the body of your daughter, Aurora Lilith Morningstar, at the foot of Devilview Course. It seems that she threw herself at 2a.m. of today”

I was speechless and incredulous at the news I had just received, so much so that I asked him to repeat what he had said 3 times. He also showed me the anklet Mc had prepared for her before she was born. But not even that was enough for me to believe him. I made him stand there while I called Diavolo for him to come and in the meantime, I checked the whole house for her presence. I was inundated with questions from my siblings, who didn't understand why I was doing all this. But I didn't care, even now I can't remember what they said. The only thought I had was having to find her; I had to see Aurora. She could be anywhere, even in Mc's room, I wouldn't even get angry; I just had to find her and make sure this was all a joke.

But it was reality. Diavolo swore they were telling the truth.

After that, I don't remember thinking anything; I just moved. I started running towards the place the policeman had named. I was probably in slippers, and thinking about it now maybe I should have at least put on shoes; although in hindsight, the slippers were perfect. The Devilview course was one of the longest in all of Devildom from which you can see the city perfectly. Diavolo came after me, and it was only thanks to him that I didn't throw all the people around her, around her body, in the air. She was laying there on the ground, examining; a red patch surrounded her, dirtying her hair.

"If they pushed her why didn't she transform and try to fly or grab onto something with her tail?"

She was in her Rad uniform, an outfit I haven't seen in a very long time. If she hadn't changed, it means she hadn't come home from yesterday.

"What was a 16 year old girl doing out at 2 in the morning?"

Actions following this moment were mechanical. Diavolo taking me home, Barbatos talking to the police. I spent 2 weeks locked up in my room, which at the time seemed like 2 centuries. I only managed to get out by convincing me that I didn't care about her, that it didn't hurt me that she was dead. Whether it was suicide or murder, that was none of my business. But I still spent my days locked up in my dead daughter's room. I looked at the photos, the drawings on the wall, all the awards on the shelves.

“When did she win all these races?”

Musical essays, athletic competitions, fencing. If I am the avatar of pride, she was certainly the representation of the proud and braggart girl. She was good and she showed it…

“But who does she want to show her skills to?”

Questions like that tormented me, and I looked for a lot of time for answers I already knew.

Then, one day, I looked in the mirror. I had red eyes and torn clothes. It was in that moment that all the lies I told myself showed to me what they really were: lies.

I… I was a bastard. I hated the greatest thing I've ever had, and now I miss it. I miss my daughter so much. And I wanted things that are so simple that I felt stupid.

“I want to go back. I want to be able to hold my newborn daughter; sing her a lullaby before putting her to bed. I want to be able to film her first word or first steps. I want to teach you the basics of demonology and then, when she's grown up, walk her to her first day of school."

I wanted to be a father and for this reason I tried to get to know my Aurora. I asked around, searched the internet, looked at her social profiles. I obtained all the copies of her concerts with the piano and I tried in every way to find that record that she had given me. I thank my luck, as the place where she had recorded it, saved a copy of the most beautiful compositions to use as background in the hall and obviously, hers was among them. I had gotten to the point where I could memorize every note for how many times I had listened to it. From the phone ringtone to the alarm clock: that song had become the background music of my life. I learned everything there was to know about her; yet, she still seemed like a stranger to me.

It began to become an obsession to find out as much as possible about her and certainly no one stopped me; on the contrary, I received help from my family, who, almost like me, were trying to get to know her nephew. Only Diavolo and Barbatos, when they came to visit us, tried to make us heal from this endless search.

Little by little I started to give up, but by which time I had almost lost hope; when I began to accept her death… I found the book that was both my downfall and my salvation: “Death and life for the half-blood”. A book that dealt with the problems and living conditions of children born between humans and supernatural beings. As Aurora fell into this category, I started reading it, until I found evidence that there was a possibility that my daughter was still alive.

It was obvious, her soul could neither be judged as human nor suffer the fate of demonic souls; for this she had to be reborn as a human. But there was the possibility that she didn't remember anything, that she had no memory of the Devildom and of me. If what was written there was true and if I found it, there was no guarantee that I would get a second chance with her.

With Diavolo we began to search for traces of her soul throughout the Human Real, just for then find it in a small town. A 17 year old like any other. We had no proof of whether or not she was really her or if she remembered her first life. But perhaps it was for the best. I could have started over, without her knowing me as the cold bastard who ruined her life and perhaps led her to suicide, of course if she was truly my daughter.

Through the exchange students project, I found an excuse to introduce myself into her school, for arrive up until now.

From the first moment I noticed that she was her, my Aurora, and that had her memories. In fact, she was relaxed with Simeon, she always suspicious of me she would ask me questions about my family, probably with the hope that I would name her. It hurts me, to see how she harshly treats me, even though she has every reason to. How she seeks my approval on her past self, expecting that she won't receive it even after her dead. But instead, I try to show her the opposite, I try to give her what I've never given her: attention. I was kind; I showered her with compliments; I gave her times distant from me for recovering from my presence (which she obviously hates); I became interested in her musical passions… but that's not enough. It will never be enough.

But I already knew it’s a lost case; I understood that on the first day.

"Lucifer"

Now I'm just that, a name that hurts me every time she says it; I will never be "Dad" anymore.

Memory Fragment 3: Wings

Today I saw dad and my uncles go to the palace transformed like demons. It's not the first time this has happened, living here for 2 years now. The only thing that intrigues me every time is if by chances I also have a demonic form. There are no books or courses on transformation, as it is something pure bloods can do from the moment they are born. But I have no idea how to do it. I've tried several times to follow the cinematic explanations made by human films about things like "Concentrate on yourself" or "Think a happy thought", but it never worked. I really don't think I can ask any of my "roommates" about it, nor can I bother Uncle Simeon about something like that. I think I'll have to stay forever in doubt if I have wings or the thing, I just hope one day I won't need to know how to transform.

Oh well, Aurora's hope for Lucifer to leave her alone is going to die.

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OC Interview: Emmanuel Domingo

(dialogue responses to the OC interview prompt)

1. Please state your full name and occupation.

“Emmanuel José Domingo Alvarez, or Manny Domingo for shorter. I’m a physical trainer and a grad student, hoping to become a physical therapist!”

2. Tell us a little bit about yourself.

“I am a proud Guatemalan and first generation American citizen of my family, and first to go to college too, which I am so grateful for. I love the outdoors and playing sports; I’ve been an athlete since I was a little kid, as little as a baby, because my father says I kicked a lot before I was even born!” (laughs) “Let’s see…I have two wonderful partners, Phineas and Violet, who I adore with all my heart, and my dream is to build my own physical therapy practice and help people pursue recovery and healing at any shape, size, or condition!”

3. How would you describe your childhood?

“I think I had a wonderful childhood, despite missing a few things. My father did everything he could to make my life better and easier than his was and he made good on that promise. Growing up without my mother here was hard sometimes, but I was still surrounded with so much love and support, I didn’t want for anything even when my papà didn’t have a lot to give. I could do sports and make friends and I got good grades and made my papà proud, which was enough for me. I am very fortunate.”

4. When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

“I wanted to represent Guatemala in the Olympics! I still think I could honestly, but that would mean a lot of work to change my current path, and I’m quite happy with where I am now!”

5. Do you have any role models? Tell us a little bit about them.

“Ah, so many! My papà, of course, he is my hero. A few athletes, notably Erick Borrondo, who was the first and only Guatemalan Olympic medalist. Serena Williams, but also Alok Vaid-Menon and Blair Imani. I look up to the people who I feel embody the spirit of being authentically who they are and fighting to reach their potential, or helping others to do the same.”

6. Are you introverted or extroverted? Why?

“Absolutely extroverted. I can’t help it. I love learning about people and meeting new friends. Phineas jokes that I’ve never met a stranger, and that’s true!” (laughs)

7. How would you describe yourself in three words?

“Passionate. Loving. Determined!!”

8. What do you like to do for fun?

“I love it when the three of us go hiking or to the beach together. Or cooking dinner with Violeta. She is a wonderful baker! I enjoy testing recipes with her. If I’m by myself I mostly enjoy going for a run out in nature, or watching anime. I can binge a whole series in a weekend if I’m not careful!”

9. What's your greatest achievement? Why do you consider this your greatest achievement?

This was answered in an ask, check the tag to find it!

10. What's your biggest goal? How do you hope to achieve this?

“I want to be able to help people achieve the best versions of themselves. I don’t know if that can count as a goal so much as an aspiration but it is something I think I’ll never achieve only once, but rather will always work towards. I get a lot of fulfilment and energy from helping others, it enriches me and makes me feel purposeful. I think because of this I will never truly be done working towards this goal because I know in my heart I’ll always be looking for ways I can help, moving from one to the next. It’s a good thing for me though, it makes me excited about the future.”

11. What does your dream room/house look like? Would you mind showing some inspiration pictures?

“Honestly I’d love to live in my childhood home! My father and I have been fixing it up, he’s been remodelling a few of the rooms and I help him some weekends. We have so much tied to that place, it’s a very special and comforting space. It has high ceilings and lots of natural light in the front room, a gorgeous sunroom where papà keeps some of his herb garden, and the kitchen is coming along with new cabinets and countertops. Little by little! If not that exact home I’d love something like it - warm and inviting and bright, with space for me and my loved ones to enjoy each other’s company.”

12. How would you describe your style?

“Athletic and comfortable. I am usually at the gym working with my clients so I am always dressed for that. Which I don’t mind, I feel stuffy in other clothes sometimes. If I’m not wearing gym clothes I’ll at least like to wear some decent shoes, and I always bring a hoodie or jacket wherever I go. I like being prepared.”

13. What's your favorite song?

“Ahhh I love music, this is a hard question! My go to answer for this question is usually What I Got by Sublime, but there are so so many more - Sweet Honey by Slightly Stoopid, Longview and When I Come Around by Green Day are also favourites —ah! Too many to name!”

14. Where are you happiest?

“Outside! Even on bad weather days I love being in nature. I often like to go on walks or lay in the sun on my patio or in the grass on the campus green. No matter what mood I’m in nature can always manage to bring me back in some way. It’s as close to a cure-all as I can get.”

15. Who is the most important person in your life? Why?

“It’s impossible for me to pick just one person, I love too many to say one is more important than the other.”

16. Do you believe in soulmates? Why or why not?

“I believe with all my heart that Phineas and Violet are my soul mates. I also believe my father and mother are soulmates. But I believe soulmates aren’t just lovers, you know? They’re friends. They’re mentors. They’re whoever makes you feel like your life is worth living. Maybe that’s not a soulmate to some people but it is to me.”

17. Have you ever been in love?

“I am so in love! I have been in love since I was very young. I continue to love just the same, even more now I think, because I know what it means to feel it.”

18. Have you ever been kissed?

“Oh most certainly. I don’t think I’ve gone a single day in recent memory where I haven’t been kissed. I’m so lucky for that.”

19. Describe an average day in your life.

“I like to get up early and start the day with black coffee at the window. It’s a good time to get myself some alone time and prepare for my day because no one is awake yet usually. After coffee I’ll have breakfast and then get ready for the day. I try to keep all my classes in the morning so that I can train my clients in the afternoons and evenings, so I work out after lunch before training, or if I have time I’ll try to get a workout in after breakfast and before classes. I try to keep busy so I tend to book clients until late, and typically I’ll be finished with my day around six or seven. Dinner with my loves is usually after that, and then I’ll do homework or study or spend time with them after that!”

20. Describe your nighttime routine.

“I try to walk every night for a little bit, which usually means I get to walk with Phineas and his dogs most evenings. Or if he isn’t up for it I’ll take them myself. I like doing that, they’re sweet and it makes me feel helpful. After that I’ll enjoy whatever Violet and Phineas have planned - for them, it’s usually movies or shows, and we like to take turns picking what to watch together. Sometimes we’ll play a game or I’ll play cards with Violet while Phineas reads, but my nights typically end with the two of them no matter what. After all that, I’ll shower and get in bed - Violet sleeps in and Phineas is an insomniac, so I’m usually the first to sleep, but they still like to cuddle up with me even if they don’t sleep right away, which is so very lovely.”

21. (Make up a question) Tell us a “low-stakes” unpopular opinion you have.

“Oye this might talk me out of a job but - exercise is free! You don’t have to buy anything, you can just move! The myth that there’s a right way or proper way to exercise is silly to me - go walk, jump up and down, dance in your living room! Exercise is free and it can be anything you want it to be! I dislike the narrative society has created that tricks people into feeling like movement needs to be competitive or prescribed or on a membership basis. You can do whatever you want, you can move however you want - my father used to chop wood in the back yard to work out, we didn’t have a fire place! There are less rules than you think, have fun!”

#manny #OCs #oc thursdays #oc ask game #oc prompt #axel’s brainpals

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