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maxipad032 · 1 year

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Can I please request a fic smut where dom!shuri and reader been dating for a while and the reader is very much a sub so she’s usually very vanilla when it comes to pleasing shuri but one day maybe on their anniversary she decides to go full Dom on Shuri and surprises her she’s all about pleasing her and even uses a strap on shuri in every position and just leaves shuri shocked and speechless afterwards. Sorry if it’s a lot I’m just so tired of the reader alway being a pillow princess in the shuri fics, our bae needs love and attention too❤️❤️😘😘😘

yes just yes, this is what we all need THANK YOUUUU💕

i'm the one in charge tonight (18+)

synopsis: it's you and shuri's second year anniversary in less than 24 hours, and you've completely accepted the fact you're totally a sub during sex while she's mainly the dominate one, but you want a change, you want to show her what you're capable of and what she's been missing out on.

contains: dom! reader x sub!shuri, shuri x black reader, smutty, filth, dirty talk, some fluff, cunnilingus, fingering, strap-on, riding, vibranium!strap, just super unholy content fr.

usana- baby, ivakala imnandi kakhulu- it feels so good

a/n- i fell asleep whilst proofreading this, so don’t mind if there are any mistakes :) enjoy the read sinners x

grab your popcorn, it’s a long one 🙀

"shit, was that good?" shuri asked in a breathless manner, chasing her breath that had been taken away by your vehement scissoring session. you were pinned under her, one leg hoist up on her shoulder whilst the other was settled by her hip.

"yes, so good." you exhaled, chest rising and lowering quickly as your body tried its hardest to overcome the intense orgasm it'd just experienced. shuri laughed quietly at how fucked out you looked and leaned down to give you a kiss. sensing her soft lips on yours, you lifted up your arms to put your palms on either side of shuri’s head and kissed back, fully satisfied with your swift but explosive quickie. shuri broke away from the kiss, gently pecking your forehead as she let your leg down slowly from her shoulder and pulled her soaked heat way from yours. your leg dropped back down on the bed with a faint thud, and you turned around to the side, closing your eyes briefly.

you and shuri had been dating for quite a while now and you’re second anniversary was coming up, tomorrow in fact. you two weren’t the most conventional couple around; you came from a poorer background and your parents were farmers that helped the royal family grow fresh produce. shuri had seen you around one day and found you’re visuals so outstanding, she made conversation with you. since that day, you’d both just fell more and more in love with each other every day physically and emotionally, so you just made it official. she was your ride or die and literally saved you and your family from a life of poverty and enslavement; you couldn’t thank her enough everyday.

on the other hand, sex with shuri was always the same, it was very vanilla and passionate which you loved but it was quite predictable, she touched you, you came; she was never really keen on the idea of you touching her or being in total control and you thoroughly accpeted it as bottoming was more up your ally anyway.

however lately, you’d been craving a change, you needed something to spice up your sex life with shuri and what better way to do that than finally show her your skills. i mean sure, you’d never really topped anyone before as she barely let you, but how hard could it really be. shuri did it to you all the time and you’d picked up on her little tricks, from her pressing down onto your stomach to make you squirt, to her curling her fingers correctly to reach the spot that drove you crazy. little did she know, your pillow princess days were coming to an end and tomorrow was the perfect day for you to show her how dominant you could be.

you opened your eyes again and looked over to the digital clock by the beside table, “8:36am”, it read and you mentally questioned as to why shuri got so horny and pent up this early in the morning. speaking of her, she was already out of bed, dressing up and changing in her lab wear.

“leaving already are we?” you queried with a fake pout, turning around to watch her get ready whilst you tucked yourself back under the warm sheets.

“yes sorry, i just need to finish a project quickly, but love, can you be ready by 1pm later today so we can go shopping for our anniversary date tomorrow?” shuri asked, brightly smiling at you as she dragged her black jumper down across her torso and grabbed her lab keys from the drawer.

you grinned at her, thanking god she remembered and also feeling very excited because you knew she was going to spoil you, “of course baby.” you cooed, wiggling your toes under your covers, “but why does it feel like we just had a one night stand?” you asked in a joking manner, raising your eyebrow at her.

shuri laughed at your comment, “i’m experienced what can i say.” she left the room before the pillow you threw managed to hit her. you scoffed and laid back down onto the bed, staring at the white ceiling that seemed to move in zigzags after you looked for too long. suddenly, an idea flew into your head from nowhere. you had a sly grin slapped on your face, and you’re the type of person where if you’re set on doing something, oh boy, best believe it’s going to get done. you sat up, shaking your head and went to get up out of the bed, but as soon as your legs touched the floor, they seemed to remember what you’d done with shuri more than you did and completely gave out under you in which you cursed as you fell, “damn, she got me good.” you sat down and rubbed your knees that made painful contact with the floor. you finally found the energy to stand and pulled yourself up so you could walk to the semi-large bathroom situated in the corner of your shared bedrooom. you were getting ready to do something- no, make something that would most likely help in your plans tomorrow.

~~~

you walked into your personal lab located in an isolate part of the palace. shuri had commanded the lab team to build it for you five months prior to you moving in because you were super intelligent and quite gifted, but you were not financial stable and so couldn’t afford to finish your education, so shuri had been tutoring you to fill in the gaps in your knowledge and you swear, you’re almost smarter than her. you absorb knowledge like a sponge and shuri admires your talents, knowing you have great potential and will possibly help in wakanda’s evolvement of technology.

you flicked on a light switch and watched how it activated all the systems, seeing all of it whir to life, “welcome y/n.” the voice of your ai, briot, echoed in the room, greeting you nicely as you walked further in, “thank you bri, can i ask if my design from my ipad is available to be printed now?” you asked, switching buttons to download the image of your special design from your phone and upload it so she could sense it.

“yes y/n.” she affirmed.

“print it for me.” you commanded, moving over the place where’d you’d be able to see it print in 3D.

“printing.”

you smiled proudly as you saw it, the printer moving in rapid motions as it drew all of the details you’d wished for, and you couldn’t be happier.

can you guess what it is?

yes, it was a custom made-strap on.

i know, very original. you tapped the intercom and the protective glass shifted to the side. you reached in to grab your design, admiring its perfect length and girth, not to mention how veiny it was and the light tinge of purple from the hint of vibranium you used in it against its jet black exterior. prior to this, you’d sat in the living room on you’re advanced pc and ipad where you made it, touching it up and even measuring you’re thighs and waist so it fit you perfectly. sure, you had many that you and shuri kept but all of them were used for you and you’d rather make an entirely new one that was just catered to shuri’s needs. satisfied, you closed the glass case and turned around to leave, but your heart nearly skipped a beat when you saw shuri walk in face down with a ton of paperwork.

as quickly as you could, you closed the designing tab that displayed the strap design, and hid the physical one behind you as you leaned on the intercom, trying to act like you weren’t just doing something devious.

“oh babe, what are you doing here.” shuri asked as she looked up, slightly confused as you avoided her eye contact.

“it’s my lab ain’t it.” you said smiling freakishly wide as you slowly put the strap-on in your lab coat pocket.

“yeah, but you didn’t mention you’d be here..” shuri replied, tilting her head to the side to see what you were hiding behind your back,

“what’s that.”

you panicked, shoving it fully into your pocket subtly so it wouldn’t be seen, “what? i’m just working on a new version of the kimoyo earrings.” you said, acting clueless as you shifted to the side to show her the project you abandoned over a week ago, lying down on your desk. shuri looked at you with a “are you serious.” facial expression, but she didn’t say it and just turned around, “alrightie, well, i’ll just borrow your spare pens if you don’t mind and don’t forget to be ready in an hour.” she perked up, grabbing a handful of your new pens and waltzing out of the door.

you let out the large breath that had been stuck in your throat and held your chest, “god that was close.” you muttered, “briot, why didn’t you tell me she was coming back.” you asked slightly irritated, stuffing the strap into a bag you were going to hide in your room.

“you commanded me to not let anyone disturb you.” briot replied in her monotonous robot voice. ah yeah, she’s right, you forgot that the last time you were in here, you told her to put the rest of the world on hold whilst you worked.

“oh yeah, sorry you can turn that off now and shut down the lab for me.” you said as you turned away and headed to the door.

“turning off do not disturb mode and shutting down lab, bye y/n.” she replied as the lights went dim and everything went to sleep again. your lab doors shut automatically and you rushed to the bedroom, hoping and praying that you didn’t bump into anyone, especially you’re girlfriend.

~~~

you waited for shuri in the palace lobby as you were ready to go shopping with her. you wore a long grey jumper dress and some black naked wolf boots with your golden purse by your side. your leg was on top of the other, bopping up and down as you looked around for shuri as well as replying to instagram comments. you recently got your natural hair silk pressed as it was winter season, and it was in a messy bun, edges slayed to the gods.

“sorry to keep you waiting dear.” you heard from the side of you as shuri stood by the black chair you were sitting on. you studied her fit, a black lakers jumper with grey jogging bottoms and jordan shoes with her infamous black glasses. she put her hand out towards you and you took it, lifting yourself up from the chair with your help, “you look hot.” you complimented, kissing her cheek as you grabbed your hand and lead her to the door.

the market wasn’t very far and so a car was not needed to get there. shuri told no security to come as it ruined the authenticity of your outing and no one would try and harm her anyway; she went to the market all the time where the wakanda community treated her like any old citizen there and it really made her feel like she belonged. for you, the market was an escape from your shitty reality, and in the past, you went here not only to get food for your family, but to contribute in the local activities that took place occasionally and make friends.

after about ten mins, you reached the market area but shuri led you down a different path that you hadn’t been before. confused, you held her arm, “the local shops are down there.” you pointed to where you thoght you both were going.

“i know.” she replied, flashing you a smirk.

you two kept on walking for what felt like forever until you ended up on a street that looked like it came out of new york magazine cover. there were so many famous designer shops like dior, chanel, yves saint laurent, pandora and so many more. you gasped and started to squeal as you saw them in all their glory, lined up poshly against each other on the two streets. of course you were a big fan of fashion and never knew these franchises existed within the planes of wakanda. you looked at shuri, back at the shops and then shuri again before hugging her tightly, “oh my god! shuri stop, i can’t buy from here.” you watched in awe as rich ass people went from shop to shop with their bags overflowing with expensive bags, clothes, everything.

shuri chuckled and took out a card from her wallet in her joggers pocket, a black card; you knew shuri was rich but this? oh nah.

“shuri no, i can’t take that, i have my own money.” you said taking out your wallet from your golden purse but she stopped you and put a hand on yours, “my treat, consider it an early anniversary present.” she said in such an alluring way, putting your wallet back in your purse and gesturing for you to take the card from her. in shock, you slowly take the card away from her clutch and she then hugged you, “thank you for being such an amazing girlfriend.” she breathed in your lovely perfume and kissed your cheek. people noticed her presence and were staring at the public display of affection; she didn’t care though, your relationship deserved to be shown off.

you nearly cried, what the hell, shuri was so amazing, “oh god, thank you,” you squealed, jumping and prancing around her. it didn’t take long for you rush inside the shops like a child, taking it in all at once. your first stop was givenchi and you just looked at everything, the prices made you hurl though, $2000 wakandan dollars for a piece of awkwardly cut clothing!? shuri was behind you the whole time, even checking out things herself whilst the shop keepers disturbed her about what she was here for.

anyways, you didn’t find anything you liked there so you visited many shops after that until you were at chsirtian dior and was instantly attracted to a piece they displayed:

it wasn’t too much and there was something about it that just screamed confidence and you fucking loved it. shuri caught you looking at it intently, “you would look so motherfucking fine in that.” she confessed, encouraging you to get it as she was undoubtedly tired of endlessly roaming around so many shops.

you agreed, and called an employee to see if they had the grey two piece in stock, and thank bast they did, so you tried it on first to really make sure it was a good fit for you..“is it nice?” you asked shuri as you walked out of the changing room after you put it on, twirling around in the mirror and looking at how it hugged your body nicely. shuri didn’t wanna admit it, but you looked like such top material in that moment like damn, she wouldn’t mind being dicked down by you in that moment; little did she know…

a good $3500 fled from shuri’s pockets after you purchased it, but she thankfully didn’t mind. you walked out, letting the cool air wash over your face as you happily linked arms with shuri, “are you not gonna get anything?” you asked her as you walked happily down the road, “nah, i already have my outfit planned at home, but i might go check out some rolex watches.” she replied as she mainly just came out for you to shop and enjoy yourself.

“mkay.”

the both of you crossed down the busy road and walked into the rolex shop that just smelt of dollar bills i mean, you’d never stepped in here before until now, but it just made you feel poor. the large array of golden and silver watches were on display as shuri walked along the footpath, expecting every single one of them. you admired shuri’s special sense of value and her actions were so calculated, you could trust that whatever she did was for the right reason, and that was one of the many reasons why you loved her so much. she called over a shopping assistant that seemed to fan girl over her as she asked for a specific type of watch. they had it in the shop and brought it out for shuri who smiled, “thank you, i’ll take that one.” the shopping assistant nodded and brought it to the paying counter. you were going to hand shuri’s black card back but she already had another one out and ready to pay; you wondered how much bread this woman had, but she’d never tell you.

she successfully paid for the expensive rolex watch and thanked the lady as she handed the bag over to her. shuri turnt to you and nodded at the door as a signal that you should leave first and you left it open so shuri could walk out, “so…can i see the receipt?” you asked, very curious about the price as you both walked down the stone steps.

shuri chortled, “ ‘course not.” she said in some tacky british accent, and held your hand as you both walked back down the street you came back from, to the wakandan palace. shuri had a habit of switching in and out of accents as she travelled a lot, so she just adapted them, but it was so out of the blue and it made you laugh.

you got some questioning and nosy stares but you both ignored them and fully enjoyed the rest of your day, visiting cafes and arcades to have fun, like a pre-anniversary date.

~~~

you sat on your shared bed, tapping away at your phone. you took a picture of the christian dior bag and sent it to your friend, nora who sent you a long voice note being jealous and threatening to come and steal shuri from you. you laughed and replied in another voice note, “i wish you’d come and try, girl i’d slap the shit out of you.” you sent it, laughing at yourself doing the fake american accent you’d learnt from shuri. nora gave you swearing emojis and you shook your head, liking her messages and then switching your phone off to lay it on the side of the bed. friends was playing on the tv, shuri was watching it before she’d left to take another shower since you’d accidentally sprinkled her in oil as you both cooked some jollof rice for your dinner.

“fuck, haha i’m so sorry baby.” you were cackling so much as you held the oil bottle, and your stomach as you stared at shuri covered in the olive oil, from head to toe. she was play fighting to get it from you and you accidentally threw the contents at her, not realizing the lid wasn’t on properly.

“god y/n.” she wasn’t even mad, she laughed along with you as she wiped it from her face and arms, but she continued to help you cook as she was starving.

you laughed again at the memory but took the remote to change the channel. you switched it to some true crime channel and settled the remote on the bedside table, opening a packet of sour gummies to fulfill your sweet tooth. before long, shuri exited out the steamy bathroom, a tower around her waist and another one around her neck covering her chest. you tried your hardest not to look but bast, it was hard; she looked so good and that towel was slipping dangerously low, showing off her v line and toned stomach as result of her working out as black panther, being the protector and all. you dragged your mind out the gutter and shifted your attention back to the tv.

“like what you see?” she called out, noticing your prying eyes on her as she moved to get the lotion.

“mhm.” you replied shamelessly, not bothering to hide how hard you were staring. shuri laughed at your directness and turned to face the wardrobe as she removed the towel around her neck, revealing her broad and strong back. you liked how it tensed and flexed as she moved around with light scars of nail marks that were definitely your fault. shuri poured the cocoa butter lotion onto her hands and rubbed them into her palms before she worked it into her skin to give it moisture and avoid ashiness.

“do you need help?” you asked, feeling quite bold.

“that would be amazing, i can’t reach my back.” shuri replied, nodding her head and sitting on the edge of the bed with her bare back facing you. excitedly, you crawled your way directly behind her and took the bottle of lotion and squirted some on your hand. you rubbed it until it grew warm in your hands and then you took a careful swipe along shuri’s back. with elegance, you rubbed it into her beautiful melanin skin and made sure it was all spread evenly before you massaged her shoulders. it was quiet, but you could hear the low moans of shuri as the massaging probably felt good and relieved her of muscle aches. her head leaned back into the middle of your chest as you leaned up on your knees to rub the top her chest, getting dangerously close to her boobs, “mm, you sure you wanna go there baby?” she looked at you with a look of lust and you ignored her, pretending like you were just innocently helping her cream her skin. after, you lifted her head off your chest and rubbed her back again but went down the sides of her petite waist, under her arms as you took in her shape. shuri was surprisingly letting you do all of it and her being vulnerable was getting you worked up so you stopped before it progressed into something else.

“why’d you stop?” shuri fake pouted as she got up, finishing off her legs before she slipped on a white tank top on from the closet, not bothering to wear a bra.

“cuz.” is all you said before you were indulging in your gummies again and watching tv. shuri soon joined you and stuck her hands in your gummies, stuffing some in her mouth as she tried to decipher exactly what you were watching.

“is this murder and stuff.” she asked muffledly, as her mouth was full with the sweets she'd just stolen from you.

you giggled at how stupid but cute she sounded and nodded as you both began to properly watch it with your eyes glued to the screen until you were eventually dead asleep, your arm hanging over the bed as shuri hugged your waist and snuggled herself besides your breast; you could definitely get used to this.

~~~

you woke up from your deep slumber in utter panic as your alarm went off besides your head, blaring into your poor ears. annoyed, you angrily slammed it quiet and huffed to yourself as you rubbed the sleep from your aching eyes. the digital clock displayed 9:30am and you sighed, knowing it was definitely shuri that set it at this time to wake you up. you looked around to find her, but she was nowhere to be seen, which wasn’t surprising at all in the least. you managed to raise yourself up, stretching your arms and legs with a drawn out yawn. you lazily scratched the side of your head and adjusted your silk bonnet before you jumped off the bed and made it up again, like you never slept in it. you were making your way to the door when something caught the corner of your eye. when you fully turned to it, you gasped. it was a note on top of a large bouquet of diverse flowers. cheesing already, you picked it up and read the note, “happy second anniversary, my one and only love,” you took a deep inhale of the sweet smelling flowers before you carried on, “i’m so glad to have you in my life, thank you for handling my shit, from your sexy lover, shuri.” you giggled and smiled to yourself like an idiot as you read it like three more times after that. you danced around your room like a child; it was only shuri that was able to make you giddy like that. ready to hug her to death, you unlatched the lock of your bedroom door and looked in the hall left and right before you quietly closed it behind you and tiptoed to shuri’s lab.

however, when you looked inside, it was empty and she was no where to be seen. confused, you wondered where she could possibly be, but the distant sound of soft afrobeats, and the sweet aroma of pancakes gave you your answer. your mouth watered and stomach grumbled as you realized how hungry you were. you made your way over to the kitchen and without a doubt, she was there, over the stove and tossing pancakes like a pro. she was wearing a blue striped apron whilst softly humming to the song, pull up by koffee, her favorite one right now. once she noticed your presence, she smiled sweetly and made her way over to you, inviting you to dance with her. confused at how different she was acting, you gladly complied and bopped along to the beat. she twirled you around and your back was to her, moving side to side and slightly whining on her. one of her hand was on your waist guiding your movements, whilst the other had a spatula in it. getting shy, you clapped whilst laughing and broke away from her as she hurried over to the stove to turn it off before the pancakes got burnt.

“what?” she let out a hearty laugh and flipped the pancake pan onto a large white plate.

“who are you and what have you done with shuri.” you jokingly ask her, as you pulled her into your embrace, arms around her neck, “i’m right here usana.” she replied, softly kissing you and rubbing your sides.

“mmm, i like this shuri, keep her out more.” you said as shuri held your hand and guided you to sit down onto the royal dining table. she’d told everyone not to disturb you today since it was your special day and her demands were met as it was mad quiet and peaceful, no sign of anyone. you looked down at the large plates of breakfast food presented before you and watched as shuri settled the pancakes lastly and sat down, taking off her apron and flinging it somewhere.

“damn, you worked hard.” you admired how nicely it was set out, fruits, your favorite mocha coffee, eggs, sausage, bacon, toast, whipped cream and juice.

“well, you deserve it.” shuri said, slipping a grape into her mouth before cutting herself a slice of pancake to see if it tasted right before you did. she immediately nodded in approval and encouraged you to taste some. you took a knife and cut into the stack of them, using your fork to stab it before placing it in your mouth. it was so beautifully sweet like not too much and not too little, but just enough. the drizzled maple syrup was the cherry on top and you held your thumbs up in approval.

“she can cook!” you said with your hand over your mouth as you chewed it thoroughly, “i always could!” shuri retorted defensively, as she made a sandwhich. you shook your head and she jokingly flipped you off in which you laughed and pushed her chair, nearly causing her to fall down and spill the food everywhere. she looked at you wide eyed and you looked back on the verge of bursting out of laughter.

“fine.” she walked up to you and started to tickle you like crazy in which you screamed and jokingly slapped her off of you; tickling was the bane of your existence and you hated it, which shuri knew so she was doing it on purpose.

“stopp!” you yelled, as she tickled you harder until tears were coming out of your eyes. finally she stopped and looked satisfied with her revenge before she finally ate her little sandwhich. you looked at her menacingly and finished your pancakes, taking a piece of watermelon from the fruit bowl, “this is war.”

“yeah okay.” she said, sticking her tongue out in a childish manner.

this was one of the best mornings you’d ever had and you were so happy to share it with the one you loved.

~~~

you were both riding along the wakandan streets in a long limousine made of pure vibranium that shuri had designed herself, on your way to the most expensive restaurants in all of wakanda owned by kwamaye ramsey, a notorious chef that is seen in a lot of tv shows. there were two body guards seated at the far end of the vehicle so it was awkward, but shuri’s hand was on your thigh and you two were talking about random things to ease the tension.

“okay but she should’ve died in season two.” you argued and shuri interjected, “no! she was my favorite character how dare you.” you sneered at her and she did it back before you both laughed at yourselves. you wore the expensive two piece you had bought the day before with your black hair down and freshly straightened, large golden hoop earrings with heels that were on a mission to make you fall tonight. by your side was shuri in a oversized black blazer with a unique wakandan design and some black suit pants with dark shades on, and her hair braided back:

she looked sexy as always, but those damn grills that glinted when she smiled were telling you to take her right here and now. she looked out the window, “yeah we’re nearly there.” she said to you as the pointed and you looked, seeing the crazy line of people lining up and the bright lights of the place; damn it was famous, she was right.

“oh my, are we going to have to wait?” you asked, as the car swerved into a parking space.

“oh course not.” she said, pulling two vip tickets from your pocket that flashed a lovely gold, “these guarantee a quick way in.” she said as the car came to a final halt. you sighed in relief but wondered how she even got those. i mean she was the fucking princess of wakanda….it made sense.

“thank you boss.” she said as she gave a nod to the driver who gave a nod back and opened the car door. the bodyguards left the vehicle and she got out first before standing to the side and letting you get out. the air was warm, like a bit humid and the environment was just to clean, no pollution, no corruption, just wakanda. the car drove off and you two were immediately greeted with the sharp looks and long stares from ongoing pedestrians and people in line for the restaurant. shuri took your hand in hers and you squeezed it as you two began to walk towards the entrance of the restaurant with the two bodyguards by your side.

you would never get used to the flashing white lights of paparazzi cameras, but it made you feel quite famous to be honest. your relationship was not new news to wakanda, but you’d both never come out to say it, you’d just left the public to think what they want whilst doing what you want. you covered your face slightly and waved at some people as they excitedly waved back. the bodyguards pushed away some crazy paparazzi, but you just stayed close to shuri as she showed the men at the door your vip tickets in which you were swiftly let in. the inside was breathtaking, the whole restaurant wasn’t too busy but clean, and the whole place was covered by dim purple lights with gold shimmers and wakandan designs on the walls. a friendly waiter guided you both to the tables shuri booked and it was upstairs, away from everyone else and in a private dinner room. there were candles set up and it just looked so boules and prestine, it was surreal. you gasped under your breath and you went to sit down with shuri on the opposite side.

“i’ll come to take your orders soon.” the waiter said and bowed, exiting the room. you both nodded and thanked him before taking in the coolness of this place.

“bro, shuri i feel like i’m walking on pure diamond right now.” you say, taking a cheeky sip of wine already on the table. she laughs and also drinks some of her red wine, “i know it’s crazy rich in here.” she replies, like she’s not some billionaire.

“honestly, thank you, this such such an honour my queen.” you bowed in your seat in which she scrunched her face and shook her head, “you don’t call me, you call me…” she thinks, “daddy?” she winked at you but none of this was going to move you tonight, “no, you call me that.” you replied challengingly, raising your eyebrow and mentally laughing at the surprise on her face.

“haha, i like your jokes funny guy.” she said raising her wine glass up again to take another sip whilst you read through the menu.

she was going to be calling you that tonight, she can just wait.

after a short while, the waiter came back and took your order and you ordered wagyu beef with salad and some oysters whilst shuri just ordered the same thing you ordered, just with some medium rare steak on the side. the waiter went to gather your food and you just sat there looking around, avoiding shuri’s longing stare at you.

“y/n..you’re so pretty you know.” she complimented as you felt her foot rub yours from below the table.

“i know.” you replied with full confidence and a hint of dominance, which shuri seemed to notice as she took a small gulp; she was justifiably down bad for you.

you and her played two player mini games on your phone whilst waiting because that’s just how you bonded, “fuck! i had it!” shuri yelled as you stole her cards and came first place. at that point, the waiter came in with one other, holding plates of your food and refilling your wine glasses. shuri looks down awkwardly and puts her phone on the table whilst you chuckle under your breath and thank the waiters for their service. you’re the first to tuck in and the first bite of that meat is heavenly, it literally just melted im your mouth like butter.

“nice?” shuri asked as she poked at her food, putting your needs before her own, “yes! try yours.” you replied as she cut a piece of the meat and ate it to, “oh my god.” she leaned back into the chair and played dead because it tastes so good, whilst chewing thoroughly.

“i know!” soon after, you both devoured your plates and didn’t leave a single speck of food or any sauce left; you’d practically cleaned it up for them again. you leaned back holding your stomach as you were so full. shuri did the same and quietly burped into the palm of her hand before she sipped some whine.

“hey..i have something for you.” you said, shuffling in your handbag to find a surprise for shuri.

“oh?” she asked, wiping her mouth with the cloth and looking at your bag.

“yep.” you pulled it out and it was a small white box with a bow tie on it. you shuffled it closer to her and she looked at it suspiciously, but accepted it anyway. you studied her face to see her reaction to your anniversary gift; you had to provide for her as well because she was treating you way too much. her mouth twisted into a smile and she looked at you, “you didn’t have to.” she said and she was cheesing as she stood up to come and hug you. you’d bought her these 24 karat gold stud earrings that she’d been contemplating on buying for the last year.

“ehh, it’s the least i could do.” you said, feeling very proud of yourself for being able to afford that and treating her back, even though you’d be doing it much more later. tonight will be about her this time, whether she likes it or not.

“fuck, i love you.” she studied them and closed the box again, putting it in her blazer pockets as she blew you kisses.

“come on, let’s go enjoy our night fully, just the two of us.” she said, as you smiled and got up with her, taking the bill so you both could pay at the counter downstairs. once that was done, you went outside where the bodyguards were and the long limousine, you previously arrived, in was stationed outside waiting for you. you both got in with the two bodyguards pushing away crowds and you two comfortably settled in the back whilst they closed the doors. slightly tipsy, you used your hand to pull shuri’s face to meet yours and kissed her, not caring about the right men in front of you. she kissed you back harder until it was getting too intense in which she pulled away and squeezed your thigh, “let’s wait ‘till we get home baby.”

you nodded and leaned on her shoulder, excited for her to see your second surprise.

~~~

it was messy, hungry and needy. your hands were on each other as soon as you got inside, in a state of frenzy as selfishness for the other grew, but you quickly made your way into your shared bedrooom for more privacy. as always, shuri pushed you down onto the soft bed and started to steal kisses all over, starting from your exposed neck down to the top of your breast peaking out from your cropped blazer jacket. you allowed her for now so she didn’t expect anything.

you wrapped your arms around her neck to deepen your passionate kiss further, bucking up your hips to grind against her to give her the notion that she was in control. she held your hips down and swiftly undid your buttons, taking the blazer off to reveal your lacey black bra. she then kissed a trail from the skin of your breast to your neck again and nibbled on the skin, relishing in the sounds of your soft moans.

as if a switch went off, you found strength to completely to push her down and switch your positions so you were now stationed on top of shuri with her wrists held down by your hands. she looked so confused but surprised at where that random surge of strength came from. you licked your plump lips and connected your lips with hers once again in which she eagerly welcomed. you kissed down along her neck in which graceful moans spilled out from her mouth as you bit down gently on the brown skin before you went to work on unbuttoning her large blazer. your hands were no longer pinning shuri’s so she got up, interrupting you and attempting to flip you over again, “y/n-” but you snapped and gripped her chin with your hand, “i’m the one in charge tonight princess, you understand?” you said in such a domineering manner, she simply nodded and accepted her fate. you smiled sweetly, “good girl.” you praised, as you took the blazer off of her small frame, exposing her calvin klein sports bra and broad shoulders. you leaned besides her ear, dragging your hands down her body slowly as she shuddered under your touch.

you were so glad she wasn’t denying you like she used to, and seemed to give you what you wanted.

“take this off for me.” you demanded, tapping her bra in which she complied and gripped the underband of it, raising it up and over her head. you did the same and removed your lacey bra, discarding it to the side of the bedroom so you both were topless. shuri leaned down so her back was against the bed below and watched as you climbed over her, you’re silver necklace hung down into her face, so she dragged it and pulled you down to kiss her some more and as her hands were free, she roamed down to grip your ass in which you grunted disapprovingly and slapped them away, “you don’t touch me.” you ordered, taking her wrists and pinning them back above her head once again. she bit her lip and gave a sort of whining sound that made your core throb in anticipation.

“you better not move, stay in that fucking position.” you demanded with a deeper tone in your voice. shuri mentally gasped at your sudden change in demeanor but fuck, it turned her on so much more then she imagined. you let go of her hands and went lower, unbuttoning her pant buttons and pulling them down to remove it completely from her, tossing it across the room like the other articles of clothing. shuri didn’t know how to feel right now, you’d never gone full dom like this and she was unsure on how to act but for once, she was going to entertain it and let you do what you want because that’s what you deserve. you enticingly kissed your way down shuri’s body, tracing her shape as you stopped at her boxers. you looked at her for approval to take it off and she nodded, biting her bottom lip as you slid them off of her. she used her foot to discard them r to the side but by the time she could process what was happening, you were already roughly pushing her thighs apart and lifting them up so they were beside your head.

in the two eventful years you both were together, you’d only ate her out..once? maybe twice? but that was way too low compared to the amount of times she was in-between your legs, at least twice a week, and that’s if she’s busy.

you spread her thighs out more and shuri shifted herself down so you were closer; she’d missed receiving head as she was so focused on you, she forgot about herself but tonight, she was going to feel every fucking thing you gave her. the room was dimly lit, but you could clearly see what you were working with. shuri’s pussy was slim and tidy, her lips tucked in and her clit peaking out from the hood like a pearl from its shell. you appreciated the neatly trimmed curly hair but you couldn’t care less about it. your kissing from before had undoubtedly got her wet as her entrance glistened with slick, begging for you to taste it.

without wasting any more time, you dove straight in, tongue up in every crevice you could reach as you greedily tasted every single bit of her, holding her thighs tightly. shuri’s petite frame flinched and her backed arch, lifting off the bed as her arms slammed down onto the bed, “oh my fucking god y/n, yes!” her moan was so erotic, it sounded like it came right out of a porn video. you used that as fuel to keep on going, using your tongue to glide in and out of her, licking up and down her slit and grazing her clit a bit. this caused her to buck her hips up instinctively and grab at your straight hair, “shit shit! ivakala imnandi kakhulu.” she cried out, spewing out expletives like they were rap lyrics.

“mmm.” you couldn’t help but smile at how good you were making her feel. you hummed against her clit on purpose and continued to pry and lick at it to get her closer. shuri’s knuckles were started to whiten at how hard she was gripping your hair but you didn’t care, you couldn’t feel that shit, all you could feel was shuri’s wet pussy slapping against your tongue and cheeks.

“fuck yes!” shuri was up in heaven right now, her head was swung back against the pillows as her hips moved on her own, grinding up into your mouth as you stuck your tongue out, “mm i bet you like this, rubbing your cunt on my tongue like a whore.” you said as her jaw clenched after your wards and eyes rolled back into her sockets, just stuck in her own little world of pleasure. feeling satisfied, you turned your head to the side as you licked to watch her reaction; you swear she started to vibrate underneath you as her visible abs flexed with every breath and her now-sweaty legs tensed with every thrust of her hips upwards. feeling so turned on, you felt yourself underneath your tights and panties, rubbing up on your own pussy, aching due to the absence of it’s usual attention as your nipple grazed against the coolness of the sheets; you could honestly cum right now but no, shuri came first.

you stopped touching yourself and reached up shuri’s toned torso with the other hand, grabbing her tits on the way and lightly squeezing as you continued to make out with her heat. you reached her mouth and stuck your index and middle finger into it in which she willingly sucked, getting it all ready and coated with her saliva.

“so fucking good for me, aren’t you.” you said, bobbing your head up and down as you sucked on her clit, “baby, i’m gonna cum..” she breathlessly moaned as her tongue still swirled around and in between your fingers whilst still moving her hips with the pace of your tongue, “you better not.” you warned, feeling further into her throat warm, nearly making her gag.

soon after, shuri was definitely close and you didn’t want her to cum just yet so you lifted your head up briefly and took your fingers out from her pretty little mouth. shuri gulped and looked at you with such a needy expression, you wanted to make her finish for hours on end. you stuck the fingers in your own mouth because you were just so dirty like that and went back down to her mound, feeling up and down her pussy with the pads of your fingers. you don’t think you’d ever fingered shuri, but she’d done it to you countless of times, you could pick it up. you went back to licking her pretty pussy, but your fingers joined this time and with the help of them being wet from shuri and her self lubricated entrance, they slid right in as you pushed inside and shuri’s body tensed, hissing at the weird sensation. you realise she probably didn’t penetrate herself often, so you slowed it down a bit to allow her to adjust.

“move.” she directed, her dark gaze landing upon you and you could see finally see her gorgeous brown eyes, pupils blown out. not needing for her to tell you twice, you used both of your fingers to move in and out, curling them slightly like she always does. your tongue is also at work and plays with her clit in circle motions. shuri was so high on you right now, her teeth gritted and toes curled as her body calmly convulses, trying to cope with too much at once, “god, fuck yes y/n ugh-”

you slapped her harshly thigh, “i want you to call me daddy.” you smirked while saying it and shuri didn’t look at you but she went quieter which is a sign that she was contemplating on doing it. you moved your fingers at an ungodly speed to force some sound out of her and your wish was granted, “mmm, ah fucking hell…y-yes daddy.” she said the last bit quietly but it made you happy

“ha, you’re so good for me shuri.” you praise approvingly and disconnected your mouth from her throbbing core. you lean yourself up and shuffled to shuri, putting an arm around the top of her head. she hurriedly grabbed your face and pulled you down to kiss you sloppily so she can taste herself, your fingers stil buried deep inside of her as she greedily took them, rocking her hips back and forth. you slowed because of your aching wrists, but you sped up again and she abruptly stopped kissing you, struggling to find your lips again as your fingers drilled the absolute shit out of her.

“yea, just like that.” shuri’s grabbed onto your neck like you were the last person on earth and you let her, enjoying her submissive side that she’d kept hidden for so long. your palm slapped down on her clit and she jerked, “bast, i’m gonna cum all your fingers.”

“yeah? i bet you want to do that shit? fucking hungry for it aren’t you?” you replied fiercely, taking shuri’s hands off of you and leaning back down again as you missed her earthy taste. she whined as you went back down to eat her out again; she was so stimulated, she wanted to cry and you weren’t helping. she played with your hair, putting it in a ponytail and lifting it up and down to guide your head further down into her core. once again, shuri was really close and her body was drenched in sweat at this point, and she wanted nothing more than sweet release, which you weren’t going to adhere to just yet. as you saw she was on the edge, you stopped your actions once again and she then tried to use her own hand to finish herself off, but you weren’t having it and you pulled them away forcefully, “no touching yourself either.”

shuri’s face scrunched in annoyance as her body writhed like a worm under you, but she obeyed nonetheless and kept her mouth shut, rubbing her legs together. you got up from the bed and her eyes shot open from its original squinted state, wondering why you were leaving you like that, “fuck..y/n where are you-”

“that’s not my name.” you said as you removed your skirt and opaque tights, stepping out of it and putting it in the mess of your other clothes. you shuffled around your closet for the bag you’d put the strap in earlier and once you finally found it, you pulled it out and showed shuri your creation proudly.

shuri stared at you then at the strap and then at you again in disbelief, “you’re not thinking of using that on me are you?” she studied the details of the veins and unique design, noticing it wasn’t one of hers.

“duh, why else would i bring it out.” you replied, beginning to put it on yourself and adjust the straps. shuri shifted back in her position and stared at it; something about you wearing made fireworks go off in her lower half, and somehow she ended up splayed out on the bed, legs spread wide open while you were in between her. she used to be so against you using it on her and even went far as to hiding them from you, but you made your own this time and there was no escaping from your grasp.

“don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” you reassured shuri who looked evidently nervous for the large toy dangling in between your legs. you stroked her face and kissed her cheeks, pecking her collarbones and rubbing her thighs soothingly. this helped her relax and she slowly sighed, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. happy as fuck, you took the base of the black strap on and rubbed the tip against her entrance, that was still wet from your saliva and her slick. she looked away and shut her eyes, ready for it and you thought she looked so flipping cute.

quite impatiently, you started to guide it slowly inside her in which her legs immediately tensed up and she pulled back away from you, causing it to fall out. realizing this will probably take a while, you tried again, rubbing the sides of her waist to calm her down. if worked this time and it went in further before she tensed up again but she held your waist tighter, “it’s okay, just put it all in.” she blurted out, not wanting to wait anymore. you wanted to ask if she was very sure but you couldn’t help yourself and before you knew it, you were slamming into her at full force. she jolted and her hands left your waist, touching your abdomen instead and slowly looking up at you with her mouth in an ‘o’ shape as she let out a silent scream, and you grinning cockingly at her. the stretch from its girth was slightly painful, but nothing she couldn’t take. once she was okay with that, you pulled out again and slammed back in, enjoying her body language as her hands scrambled for something to hold on to, eventually covering her face as you began to mercilessly fuck her, “mhm, take.every.last.bit.of.this.” you thrusted into her after each word and noisy lewd moans spewed out from her like a broken record. her eyes were squeezed shut as her body jerked with your sharp and calculated thrusts, making her whole body shake from the shooting pleasure that skyrocketed from her toes to her fingers as you easily found her g-spot, “fucking hell…daddy ah, ah, ah.” she hesitated but she said it and that’s all that mattered.

the stimulating sound of skin slapping and moaning filled the room, the air thick with hotness and the smell of sex wafting from your bodies. you leaned down to kiss down her neck as your hips relentlessly rammed the strap on into her, hitting places shuri didn’t even know existed within her. shuri watched as your tits moved in a hypnotizing manner, and fought the urge to take them in her mouth.

“oh fuck, you’re so deep.” shuri admitted as she firmly gripped your hips, head turned to the side as all she could do was take it and moan as her body shook uncontrollably, not used to this burning sensation unfolding from within her. she couldn’t even think straight at this point, and the pounding between her legs was the only thing she could feel. suddenly, you pulled out and wiped a bead of sweat from your forehead, “on your knees for me baby girl.”

shuri obeyed and found the little energy she had to turn herself over onto her knees and lie down like that. you gripped her hips and pulled her ass up more before you leaned over her and put the strap on at her entrance again. you kissed along her shoulder blade and sculpted, smooth back that was beautifully arched for you. it was already coated with shuri’s wetness so it slipped right in again and you began to ram into her, “fuck fuck!” is all shuri could say as she felt you grab her shoulders to make her lean up. your boobs were flat against her back as you fucked her, and the skin to skin connection between you two felt so good; the strap-on slightly touching your clit was close to pushing you over the edge in fact. fucking into her was so addicted, no wonder she struggled to stop when she was strapping you down. you saw shuri was touching herself as you were moved inside her her but it was okay, you just didn’t approve of her cumming without your permission. you let go of her shoulders and watched as she fell back down, limp, like she had no control over herself. you chuckled in a sadistic manner and pushed her head down into the pillow, drilling into her little hole, just begging to take all of your dick.

after her moans got higher pitched and her body threatened to give in, you pulled out again and leaned down onto your knees, catching your breath before moving to the next position. shuri was so fucked out from the constant stimulation, and the hadn’t even cum yet; you were purposefully edging her and she didn’t know how much longer she could deal with it, it was starting to become more painful to hold back.

you sat down in bed next to her and tapped your thigh, “can you ride me lastly?” you asked in a polite manner, very different from your strict attitude earlier. shuri barely made eye contact with you but she moved herself, climbing over your frame and positioning herself on top of the strap. you’re so excited, it’s not even funny.

“go easy, please.” she croaked weakly as she looped her arms around your neck and leaned her head onto your shoulder. you nodded knowing damn well you weren’t going to do that. she was already sliding down onto the strap and bouncing her hips up down, kissing you fervently as she held onto you for support. you loved how she was getting into it but nah, you wanted to make sure she felt it all so you did what you had to do. you grabbed her hips and slammed them down unexpectedly, using your own hips to thrust back up. shuri yelped and held your chest, “shit! ngh!” you did it again and continued until she accepted it and rode you at a similar pace.

“you can touch yourself now baby.” you finally say, watching at how she excitedly reached down her body to rub on her engorged clit. her eyes flutter shut and her head swung back again, as you gripped her her ass and to guide her movements. mesmerized but how sexy she looked like this, you leaned forward and took one of her deliciously brown nipples into your mouth, sucking and licking the small nub skillfully. her moans got more strained as you did this, all three sensations she was feeling clouding her senses as the time went by. you didn’t stop and wanted her to cum so fucking hard, she’d feel it for the next few weeks.

“mhm yeah, cum for your daddy, all over my fucking dick.” you sensually whispered into her ear. you didn’t know where all this language was coming from but you’d probably heard shuri say it enough times to you so it was just automatic.

your goal was soon coming as shuri’s whole body tensed, breathing short and ragged as she spasmed repeatedly as a result of her orgasm washing over her in crests of mini waves all hitting her at the same time. “fuuuuuuuck.” her moan dragged out as she gripped your shoulders, her fingernails digging into your shoulder blades. you winced slightly, but enjoying the painful feeling. shuri pulled you away from her boob with a wet pop, pulling you into hungry kiss as she rode out her high that never seemed to end. it felt 100x more intense as she’d been chasing it for the past hour or so due to your cruel edging game.

“ahh, shit y/n, that felt amazing.” her head was heavy on your shoulder and you just smiled to yourself, feeling tired but so horny at the same time. you kissed her forehead and wiped a tear that had found it’s way down her cheek. she was cockwarming the strap until now and slowly but surely, she got off of it to lay down beside you, absolutely blissed out.

you sat at the edge of the bed to slip the strap off your waist and thighs, nodding your head in agreement, “you were amazing, i didn’t know you were capable of that.” shuri said with a genuine surprised look on her face as she clapped for you, still in the process of catching her breath.

“me too to be honest.” you said, laughing and covering your face in embarrassment from the reality of what you’d just done as you lay back down next to her.

“that was another awesome anniversary gift.” shuri whispered to you, coming closer and peppering your cheeks with kisses as she ran her hands along your body.

“yeah…” you looked at her deeply, licking your lips as you she used a finger to wipe away some hair that was stuck to your face, “don’t you want to get off though?” shuri asked with a smirk, her dominant self already coming back after you thought you’d fucked it out of her.

you looked at her blankly, “nah, let’s sleep.” you turned around swiftly, giving her a taste of her own medicine but honestly wanting it so bad.

“sleep? come on, let’s go shower, i’m so sweaty.” she said, pulling your shoulder back to face her before she stood up in which she quickly held the bed for support as her legs felt like pure jello. you hurriedly stood up to hold her before she fell, “oh my, don’t die.” you both laughed as you put her arm along the back of her neck and walked to the bathroom, entering the hot shower together after all that long lovemaking. did it initiate a round two? i guess we’ll never know.

sheeshh, that was a long one.

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Scream Queen Book 1: Conventional Final Girl

Chapter 3

Chapter 2 / Chapter 4

Stu Macher x Reader x Billy Loomis

Once we got off the bus a few people said bye to Sid and I. “Can you check the mail?” Sid asked, I can see why she wouldn’t want to. “Mhm,” I said as she walked ahead. It was as empty as Michael Myers’ soul. I instantly zipped upstairs and to the bathroom, “Calling dibs on the shower!” Nothing followed, wow not even a small ‘Whatever!’.

Once I was out I pulled my hair up into the towel and wrapped another one around me before heading to my room. Maybe I was just a bit too paranoid after today but I thought I heard something coming from the living room. “Hello?” I asked, no answer. “God if this were a horror movie I would be so dead…” I trailed my words just like I trailed the weird noise, quickly snatching up a vase from the hallway. I crept down the stairs and to the living room when I heard a crash. I jumped out ready to hit the culprit! Only to find Sidney picking up the phone. “What the hell are you doing?!” She exclaimed, obviously shocked to see her usually collected sister wielding a vase above her head. “I thought you were the killer!” I shouted, trying to keep the laughter of this humiliating moment at bay. Both Sid and I busted out laughing before she said, “I’m going to call Tatum now, why don’t you go get dressed and make some snacks?” Of course I was going to do what she said, she was doing me a favor for many things.

In the kitchen I still felt a little uneasy, like someone was just lurking around the corner ready to stab me from behind. “I’ve been watching too many horror movies…” Then I stopped to think for a minute. “Well actually the last movie I watched was Psycho with Stu and Billy when they invited Sid and I.” I know I’m just talking to myself as I make peanut butter sandwiches but who doesn’t? “Ya’ know honestly if I could’ve I probably would’ve kissed Stu, right in the scene where Norman is cleaning the hotel room but he’s completely oblivious to the newspaper carrying all the money. Much like Stu is completely oblivious on how to go about things correctly…”

My little monologue must’ve sucked me in a little too much considering I didn’t hear Sid laughing on the couch. “Oh my god, don’t do that! You scared me!” I shouted in total shock just holding up the kitchen knife, bread crust crumbs still covering the blade. “Are you all packed for tonight?” She asked me as she put her things together. “Uh good question,” I said as I put down the plate of PB&J’s on the coffee table. Sidney turned on the tv and started skimming through the channels as I ran up the stairs. Every channel she landed on was talking about the murders.

Coming back down the stairs I ran to the living room where Sid placed her things, not even noticing her in the other room until I went down the hallway. “Hey Sid-” Oh, she’s asleep, seems like she just fell asleep too. I quickly grabbed a blanket for her and laid it over her as she snored a little. I take this time to go to the living room and catch up on some sleep of my own. The past few nights have just been feeling weird and off so I’ve been staying up late.

When a loud ringing from the other room blairs through the house I jolted up, ready for action! That was until Sid picked up the phone.

“Hello?” She groggily asked.

“Who is it?” I whispered as I peaked out from the wall.

Completely ignoring me, Sid takes hold of the small clock on the side table and says, “It’s past seven.”

“Ugh oh that’s comforting,” She said to the person on the other line. At this point I’m pretty sure it’s Tatum.

I sit down on the couch swinging Sid’s legs onto my lap.

“Whatever, just hurry, okay?” Sid said, stifling a laugh before hitting the end call button and placing the phone back on it’s base.

I looked over to her and asked, “So what was that about?”

“Hmm? Oh i-” Before she could even get a real word out the phone rang again.

When Sid picks up the phone she immediately says, “Tatum just get in the car-”

Now that I’m closer to her I can hear the other line and that definitely doesn’t sound like Tatum.

“Hello Sindey,” A familiar oddly pitched raspy voice called to her. This made me roll my eyes, the boys again.

“Uh hi, who is this?” She asked, moving her legs and sitting upright.

“You tell me,” He says in a nonchalant tone.

“Well I have no idea?” Sid said, her voice starting to quake a little. I’m tempted to just take the phone from her and yell at the person on the other end.

“Scary night isn’t it? With the murders and all it’s like right out of a horror movie,” His words slither out, creepy and cold like ice.

Sidney’s expression lightened as she said, “Randy you gave yourself away, are you calling from work cause Tatum’s on her way over.”

Walking around her I go turn on the lamp when I hear, “Do you even like scary movies, Sidney?” That’s the worst question to ask Sid of all people.

“I like that thing you’re doing with your voice Randy, it’s sexy.” Sid says, her own voice going a little deeper.

Now this made me laugh a little, “Randy and the word sexy in the same sentence, now that’s weird,” I said just above a whisper.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” He asked, this made me roll my eyes since he asked me the same question last night.

“Oh come on Randy, you know I don’t watch that shit.” She said, fidgeting around in her stance now.

I myself felt offended and shot her a look, this made her throw up her one free hand.

“Oh why not, too scared?” ‘Randy’ asked.

“No no, it’s just- what’s the point, they’re all the same,” She said as she threw her arm outward, “Just some stupid killer stalking some big breasted girl who can’t act. Whose running up the stairs when she should be running out the front door, it’s insulting.”

They’re not all like that, I think to myself

“Are you alone in the house?” ‘Randy’s’ question made me stand up straight and look over at Sid.

“Randy that’s so unoriginal, I’m disappointed in you,” She said looking over at me as she faced the window at the back of the couch.

“Maybe that’s because I’m not Randy.” He said, I could feel my heart beat pick up… this is getting a little too close for comfort.

Sid gets up from the couch placing her hand on her hip and asks, “So who are you?”

“The question isn’t who am I, the question is where am I?” The caller said, okay now this isn’t good.

Snatching the phone out of Sid’s hands I aggressively asked, “So where are you?”

“Your front porch,” The caller said as if he were still talking to the same person.

Staying in the same spot but keeping an eye on Sidney who was no doubt going to the porch I asked, “Why would you be calling from our front porch?”

“That’s the original part,” he says.

“Oh yeah? Nice fucking try.” I said as Sidney opened the door, “Calling your bluff.”

“So where are you?” I asked, feeling the wind from the cold night already telling me Sid was outside.

“Right here.” The caller said, startled, I spin around only to be met with empty space.

Walking to the porch myself I asked the caller, “Can you see Sidney right now?”

“Uh-huh,” he says in confirmation.

“What is she doing then? Hmm? Tell me,” I said. If it weren’t such a serious situation I would’ve gotten the camera at the sight of Sidney picking her nose.

“HELLOOO” My big sister called out.

“Nice try Randy, tell Tatum to hurry up. Bye now” I chimed to the other line with a giggle escaping my throat. Sid linked arms with me.

“If you hang up on me you’ll die, just like Sidney’s mother!” The caller shouts, loud enough for Sidney to hear right next to me.

We both freeze in our tracks equally scared and appalled by the words that just left his mouth.

“Do you want to die, (y/n) , her mother sure didn’t?” They asked me. Sid’s grip on my arm tightened.

“Fuck you, you creep!” I ragefully whispered into the phone. I rushed both Sidney and I into the house before locking the door. That wasn’t enough though since the supposed caller jumped out of our closet. Sid and I ducked but not before he landed a blow on her. Not on my sister you don’t! I hit him on the back of the head but this caused him to turn around and shove me back, making me hit my head and everything started getting dizzy. The killer was on top of Sidney before she kicked him off. As fast as she could she grabbed me as I was trying to open the door, not realising it was latched.

Running up the stairs with the killer on our tail Sid flung me into her room first before she did the same to herself and closed her door. The great thing about Sidney’s room is that her bedroom door and closet door were right next to each other so if the closet door was open the bedroom door couldn't. The killer did his best by swinging his arm trying to attack Sidney and I. Doing the smartest thing I could right now I picked up the phone and dialed 911 while Sid failed at shutting her window. To no avail though, the phone line was dead. Sid pushed me aside and went to her computer inputting the numbers 9-1-1. Then it stopped, the killer was gone.

A loud thud at Sidney’s window sill startled us before we realized who it was. “Billy!” Sid exclaimed, relieved to see her boyfriend. I just stood there with my guard still up..

“The door was locked, I heard screaming, You alright?” He asked Sid as he looked over at me.

“The killer’s here, he’s in the house.” She said as she hugged Billy tight, sobs just releasing from her mouth left and right.

“He’s gone, he’s gone.” Billy cooed into her ear as she hugged him. The expression on his face gave me goosebumps.

All was fine until Billy dropped something… a small black compact cell phone. Oh shit.

In a mad frenzy I rush towards Sidney tearing her away from Billy’s grasp and run out of the room with her hand in mine.

“Wait, Sid, no! Wait wait wait! (Y/n)!” We heard Billy shout as we reached the front door.

Sydney opens the front door in a hurried panic and we’re met with that same white ghostly mask again! We both shriek out in pure terror! And so does… Dewey. Nevermind the day is saved…

It felt so surreal to be sitting here on the tail of the ambulance with Sid while Billy is getting forced into the back of a cop car. They just got done checking me and Sid for any bruises or contusions. Billy wailed for Sidney much like the car sirens wailed to alert danger. Walking up to us the sheriff said, “Well, we’re seeing a lot of you today.” Then Dewey spoke up asking, “You girls going to be able to come down to the station and answer a few questions?”

“Oh shit, Sydney, (y/n)!” Tatum’s voice made me pop my head up. Happy to see a face we can comfortably trust.

“God I’m so sorry I showed up late,” Tatum continued, holding Sid’s hands and cupping my face.

“Tatum you can’t be here it’s an official crime scene.” Dewey said as he grabbed hold of his sister to escort her away.

“No!” I shouted, everyone looked in my direction before Sid said, “It’s okay.”

“Their parents are out of town, alright? They’re staying with us tonight.” Tatum said as she scoffed at her older brother.

“Does mom know?” Dewey asked, for what reason? I’m not sure.

“Yes dufus,” Tatum said, pretty sure she just wanted to get us out of there at this point.

I could see the Sheriff holding the costume the killer wore as Sid and I got into the back of the car. This has officially become the most terrifying night of my life. I grabbed onto Sidney’s arm for comfort as she petted my hair on the way to the station. As we were about to pull away from our house a news van came rolling in. Out hopped none other than the devil herself, Gale Weathers. We could hear her call out for Sid as we drove away.

#scream #scream fanfic #ghostface #ghostface x reader #ghostface x y/n #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #scream 1996 #stu x reader #billy x reader

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intubatedangel · 10 months

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Pageant Fever : Chapter 3

Story Index

Pageant Fever: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

* * *

Lucy grabbed the foil packet from the rear pouch on the monitor, unravelling the cable before ripping the packet open to access the pads. She looked down at Zara's chest, noticing just how much sweat covered it, to the point it was forming small beads that rolled off down her side or into the valley between her breasts. Before attaching the pads, she grabbed another bag and pulled out a small towel, using to try and dry off Zara's flesh so the aed pads would get a good connection.

As she did that, Janice had rotated around to Zara's head. She did a quick visual exam to look for a head injury but found nothing noteworthy. Janice tilted the young woman’s head back and thrust her jaw forward to open her airway. Lucy saw Janice frown out the corner of her eye, then the retired medic reached for the airway bag and pulled out a manual suction device. She worked the tube on the end of it into Zara's mouth, pushing it in deep, then pulled on the handle in the centre, expanding the bellows style bulb in the centre, sucking out the foamed spittle that had collected in Zara's airway during the seizure.

Lucy peeled the plastic backing off each of the large square Quick-Combo pads, placing one just above Zara's bra, towards her right shoulder, while the other went on her left flank, between the bottom of her rib cage and her left breast. Lucy pressed them both hard, smoothing out the pads and ensuring the adhesive had a good grip. She then turned to the monitor, twisting the dial around to point at the 100J mark and pressing the button to begin the charging sequence.

Meanwhile, Janice put the suction device to the side and selected a geudel airway, inserting it backwards then rotating it into position so that the green ringed tip rested against Zara's lips. "She's barely making any respiratory effort. I'm going to start bagging her." Janice told Lucy as she ripped the sterile packaging of a purple ambu bag open and readied it, attaching the mask and plugging a line from the small oxygen canister into the back of the bulb..

Lucy watched as Janice sealed the mask over Zara's mouth and nose, squeezing the bag and pumping oxygen into Zara's lungs, inflating her sweat slick chest. Beside her the monitor let out a double beep. "Ready for synchronised shock at 100 joules, bag away." Lucy said, noticing there was still a lot of people around them. "Everyone stay clear!" She said assertively, quickly checking she had her finger on the shock button before making sure nobody was too close to the limp form on the floor. "Shocking!"

* * *

Anna stood quietly next to Tilly as Carl spoke briefly on the phone. He finished, hanging the phone back on the wall and was halfway turned when Tilly spoke up.

"What have we got?" She asked, excited and clearly jumping at the chance for something juicy.

Carl took a moment to share a knowing smirk with Anna. It was almost exactly how she used to react to the red phone when she had started here. Hell, she had felt the question bubbling up to her own lips, even though she wasn't working. Tilly looked between them for a second, slightly confused by the interplay between them, but snapped her attention back to Carl when he started to speak.

"Just an early heads up. Young woman having a seizure at the convention centre. It's only a mile down river so they'll bring her in shortly. Ambulance isn't there yet, but the centre has volunteer paramedics, so they don't expect much of a delay. ETA is anywhere from 15-20 minutes."

"Oh, cool. Is there anything I can do?" Tilly asked, practically vibrating as if ready to take off at a moment’s notice.

Carl glanced at Anna and chuckled. "I need to give Neuro a heads up, and radiology too in case an MRI is needed. Details are pretty thin though, so we'd better play it safe. Go and get Resus 3 setup and ready just in case." He looked around the nurses station, but evidently couldn't see what he was looking for. "Apparently Trish is busy, do you want to go and observe her?" He asked Anna.

Tilly turned to her expectantly, looking hopeful and somehow even more excited. "If it won't cause any problems. I'm not sure where things would stand legally."

"So long as you aren't treating patients I don't think there'll be an issue, and I'll send Trish along when I see her for the official sign off." Carl replied.

"In that case, I'd love too." Anna said with a smile towards Tilly. She reached out to give Carl's hand a quick squeeze then followed the bubbly young nurse through the black marked doors to the Resus Suite.

It was amazing to see just how much Tilly had grown in the last two years. Not physically. She was about 5 foot high, with an almost quintessential cheerleader build and such a youthful face that if you only looked at that you'd place her closer to 17 than her actual 21. It was the confidence that had been the biggest change. Back during Anna's ICU stay, Tilly had been meek, quiet and nervous to the point of being positively twitchy. As they'd talked over a couple of weeks, the younger nurse had started to open up and more importantly begun to believe in herself.

Now, like Carl had said, the young nurse gave of a sense of having been born for the role. And her personality, her energy, shone through, even in the way she moved. To boot, it was infectious. Just following Tilly, Anna felt a little more pep in her own step and every single person Tilly passed seemed to get just a little brighter simply by her very presence.

Anna had wanted to come back to work. Simply being around Tilly made her excited for it.

* * *

Zara's whole body gave a single sharp twitch as the burst of electrical charge zapped across her chest in an instant. One of her thin strapped shoes was kicked off by the motion and her head limply rolled to one side. Lucy frowned as she watched the monitor that continued its urgent alarming.

"No response. Bag her, I'll charge again at 150." She ordered, setting the defibrillator to charge up. As it did so, she returned to the drug bag, taking out an IV kit. With the practiced efficiency of years of experience she cracked it open, swabbed the back of Zara's wrist with a sterilising wipe and was lining up the needle with the vein by the time the monitor let out it's notifying bleeps. She ignored it, pushing the needle into the vein with a smooth motion, then deftly peeled off the backing of the adhesive wings. "Going with a round of adenosine." She said, hurrying to draw the drug.

Deep in focus, she didn't notice the approaching commotion until it broke through the ring of onlookers. "...tell me what is going on? Why isn't anyone on the st..." The voice cut off with a strangled shriek. Lucy glanced up to see a woman with a shocked expression on her face. Although her frame was substantially different to Zara's, squat and heavy set compared to Zara's lithe, graceful appearance, judging by the features she could see, and the reaction, it was clearly Zara's mother. She still didn't expect the next words out of the dumpy woman's mouth. "Do you have any idea how much that dress cost!" She shouted.

A wave of revulsion swept across the onlookers like a physical force as they realised what she had just said. Lucy felt it too, though she'd been in the job long enough to know that sometimes, though rare, the shock of seeing a loved one in a medical emergency can make people blurt out things without even thinking. She hoped this was one of those instances. Luckily Janice intercepted Zara's mother's attention.

"Ma'am, your daughter is very ill right now, please stay back." She said, shuffling back on her knees as Lucy finished inserting the drug and returned to the monitor.

"Adenosine in, ready to shock at 150, everyone stay back." She repeated, doing another check down the length of Zara's body. "Shocking!" She announced as her finger pushed the button. Zara gave another jerk as her heart was struck by the jolt, her arms and legs flicking out slightly before falling still. The monitor continued its alarming for a few more seconds, then settled into a rapid bleeping. "Back in sinus tach. How's her breathing?"

"Still diminished, but she's making a bit more effort." Janice reported.

"Keep bagging her for now." Lucy said, blowing out a breath and taking a moment to reset herself.

Now that the current emergency was resolved, there was still the underlying issues to take care of. Lucy pulled over a bag and took out a unit of saline, spiking it with the line that she then plugged into the IV catheter. After that she rooted through a different piece of kit for an ear thermometer, passing it to Janice as she stood up.

"Katie." Lucy said to the girl who was still hovering around. "Just hold this up about here for me ok." She told her, waiting for Katie to take the bag and nod in understanding. Now to deal with the mother. Her comment about the dress had cleared some space around the woman, which was probably for the best when discussing potential medical information. "Ma'am? What's your name?"

"Jaya." The woman said, staring down at her daughter.

"Right Jaya. Has Zara ever had a seizure before?" Lucy asked her gently.

The woman finally pulled her gaze away from the limp young woman. She shook her head slowly. "No...No never."

"Okay." Lucy nodded, making the motion big to keep Jaya's attention on her. "Has she been ill recently? Headache? Nausea? Fever?"

"She hasn't mentioned anything. She was fine when I left her in the dressing room."

"Is she on any medication at all?"

A slight hesitation then another shake of the head. "Nothing."

"Right." Lucy braced herself before the next question, knowing it could lead to some sort of explosive reaction. "Has she ever used any drugs? Cocaine? Ecstasy?"

A frown cut across Jaya's face, and she seemed to tense up, gripping her handbag tightly, but her voice at least remained at an indoor level. "No she would never even dare!"

Lucy held up a placating hand. She waited a moment until Jaya subsided. "Has she been out in the last couple days? She might not have taken anything intentionally."

"No. She doesn't go out. Not to bars and not to parties! Why are you asking all these questions?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just trying to rule things out." Lucy told her, using her best sympathetic voice, despite Jaya's increasingly combative attitude.

Janice took that moment to interject. "She's at 39.5 C."

Lucy glanced around in shock. If Zara truly hadn't shown any signs of being ill just an hour ago, then whatever caused this fever was incredibly aggressive. A temperature that high is on the cusp of being a life threatening emergency in itself.

Which is why Lucy was very relieved when she heard a booming voice commanding the ring of onlookers to move back. She didn't need to even look around to know that it was her regular partner on the ambulance, Dave. More help was here.

* * *

Anna leaned against a counter just inside the doors of Resus 3, watching Tilly as she pulled open the drawers of the crash cart, checking everything on the list fixed inside the drawer was there. As she did, her head bobbed, as if she was listening to some music. She worked up from bottom to top, and after finishing that drawer, she closed with a bump of her hip.

"Everything's there." She said to Anna with a smile.

"You're sure, you've got everything?" Anna asked her.

Tilly cocked her head, looking around the room, her gaze falling on each cupboard, cabinet and piece of equipment. She turned back to Anna. "I'm pretty sure..." She said.

Anna nodded. "You did. But it's always best to double check yourself. Mistakes in here can literally be life or death."

"I know." Tilly said, stepping over to the counter and leaning against it next to Anna, looking towards the trauma bed with a thoughtful expression.

"Carl say's you're doing well." Anna told her. "And you seem to be enjoying yourself. I mean, I've never seen anyone practically dancing as they checked supplies."

Tilly glanced at her, a slight blush warming her cheeks. "It helps me focus. Like you said, there's a lot riding on us doing things right."

"That's one way to do it. Can you still focus when things get intense?" Anna asked, curious. Dancing around the resus room would be basically the opposite of professionalism.

"I have no problem there. When things are going crazy, I'm in the zone. It's why I love working down here. When it's quiet though..." Tilly shrugged. Anna got the sense that she'd explained things this way many times, and after a moment it finally twigged.

"You have ADHD." Anna made it a statement, rather than a question. Tilly nodded, while seeming to shrink in on herself slightly. "Do your supervisors know?" Anna asked.

"It's in my file. I don't know if they read it, I don't exactly broadcast it though. People sometimes get the wrong idea and don't trust me with anything important, which just makes things worse."

"Hmm." Anna, murmured as she thought for a moment. Tilly was looking at the floor, clenching her arms tighter. Anna turned and laid a hand on her shoulder. "Well. If you come back here after you graduate, I promise to always throw you at the biggest fire."

Tilly snapped her head up. "Really?" Anna smiled and nodded, prompting Tilly to grin, that bubbling energy returning in an instant.

Carl took that moment to come into Resus 3. He looked grave. "Paramedics are on site, but they're rushing the patient in. She's got a fever of 40.2 and climbing, and has already had a run of SVT." He looked to Tilly. "We're going to need as many cold packs as you can carry. Then get into high grade PPE, we may be dealing with an aggressive infection" He told her.

Tilly glanced at Anna, the corner of her mouth curling in a quick smile before she darted around Carl, heading for the store room.

* * *

The gurney rattled gently, it's wheels squeaking on the polished floor of the central corridor of the convention centre as the paramedics rushed it towards the entrance where the ambulance was parked. Lucy pushed with her elbows, her hands occupied with holding the ambubag to Zara's face, pumping the bulb every few seconds.

As soon as Dave and Steve had arrived to find their patient no longer simply seizing, but apparently gripped by a rapidly escalating fever of unknown source, they made the call to scoop and run. She needed cooling as soon as possible, and the few cool packs the ambulance carried had been left inside it. With Zara in such a precarious state but as stable as she was likely to get without intense intervention, the decision had been simple. They'd hurried to swap monitors, then load her onto a board then the gurney, throwing a thin sheet over her bared chest to preserve some modesty, and had placed the ambulances monitor between her legs.

Lucy kept an eye of the display, watching Zara's rapid heart rate flicker across the screen. Dave and Steve drove the gurney, guiding it through the gap being formed ahead of them by the centre's security. Janice trailed behind them, shepherding Jaya while carrying a bag in her hand in addition to the one strapped to her back.

The team of paramedics finally broke out into the sunshine outside, rolling the gurney down the access ramp and up to the ambulance, spinning it around so that Zara's head would go in first. Once the doors were open Lucy dropped the ambu bag onto the bed, climbing into the ambulance and helping to get the gurney inside. She resumed bagging as the others got themselves sorted, Dave joining her in the back while Steve went up front to drive. Janice showed Jaya to the front passenger seat, then popped her head in through the side door.

"Here's your drug kit Luce, I'll take the rest of our gear back." She said to Lucy, who nodded in thanks. Janice looked at Zara, still limp and sweating on the gurney, a grim expression on her face. "Let me know how it goes." She said, before pushing the door closed.

"Get them cool packs out." Lucy told Dave. Now that the ambulance doors were closed, she cast the sheet off of Zara, baring her chest once more.

Dave quickly pulled out all three chemical cool packs, cracking them to activate the reaction. They were bigger than those you could buy at a pharmacy, large enough that they covered the span between Zara's arm pits, fully covering her breasts. The second went over the beauty queens abdomen, while Dave did his best to shape the third around Zara's head and neck. With that done, Dave looked around to the front of the ambulance. "Get us going Steve, we don't have time to waste!"

The ambulance rumbled and started to move. Even though the journey would be short, there was still plenty for the two medics in the back to do. Dave was taking a pair of shear to the rest of Zara's dress, cutting from the side of the waist down to the top of the side slit. Without that small bit of fabric he could fully spread the dress to be clear of Zara's body. He also removed the slim set of underwear, leaving Zara totally naked on the gurney. Her whole body was slick with a layer of clammy sweat.

At her head Lucy was doing her best to keep breathing for Zara, while also trying to get a temperature sensor attached. It was tough, the sweat repelling the adhesive, but with a clean and quick movements she was eventually able to get the sensor to stick. It probably wouldn't hold for long, but it wouldn't need to. Once they got Zara into the emergency department they'd probably insert a probe into a central port. As it stood, the monitor began to show a reading, the number joining that of her heart rate and flashing an angry red.

"Surface temp is already 40.7C. She's burning up." Lucy said with a shake of her head, looking down at Zara. Her eyes had cracked open slightly, but there was no alertness behind them.

"Going with another bag of saline and some antipyretics." Dave said, shuffling about and manipulating the iv line.

They were halfway to the hospital when Zara twitched slightly, her arms and legs contracting for a brief moment. Lucy looked between the monitor and the body on the gurney. The monitor was still alarming at the extremely rapid heart rate, and Zara gave another small twitch.

"Muscle tremors." Dave said in a low voice. "This isn't looking good."

#Anna Swift #CPR #Resus Writing #Defib #Medical Drama

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queeniecook · 2 years

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March 9

It’s late evening in Forgotten Hollow as James chases after his wife, who is swiftly moving towards the foyer of the Straud Mansion.

“Where are you off to?” James questions, he feels something has been up with his bride. She’s been even more antsy about him revealing her to the Vatores. He’s not ready quite yet for that step.

The female vampire can feel irritation flooding through her body, the black veins popping up on her cheeks as she briefly shifts to her dark form. Not only due to her husbands question but at the sight of Asa. She hates how he treated her sister and wishes to stake him herself.

“I’m going around the grounds for a walk. That’s the only place I’m allowed to go, after all.” She bites out.

“Look, dear, I know you want to get your revenge on Caleb and Lilith but timing is everything.” James reminds her.

“I know, James.” Is her reply, she says this calmly. She doesn’t want to argue with him too much, he’s already been watching her like a hawk for some reason.

“I like your new earrings.” James compliments her, he notices them peeking out through her hair. In reality – he wants to know where she got them. He didn’t buy them for her.

“Thank you.” She replies poiletly before making her exit from the mansion.

James turns to Asa after his wife leaves the room. “Did you buy her earrings?!”

Asa, who had been practicing making drinks at the bar, almost dropped a bottle of very expensive liquor in response to James’ sudden question.

“I bought them for her!” The count declares, thoroughly annoyed. He just wants to play his haunting pipe organ music in peace. He’s lying of course. He knows who bought them. Annalise Blake.

James turns to Vladislaus in total shock. “Why would you buy MY wife earrings?”

The count doesn’t bother to even look at the warlock “A pretty female deserves pretty things. You should remember that and loosen your purse strings once in a full moon.”

Pipe organ music resumes as James stands there, thinking over the situation.

The woman actually does make one small lap around the estate, just in case James looks out a window. When she feels it’s safe, she pauses at the exit of the estate. She does something very human – she breathes in the crisp night air. She can almost remember how it felt to do that as a mortal. It no longer feels the same. This just fuels her hatred even more.

She feels better once she’s inside Annalise’s home, chatting with her sister. Annalise went back to practicing medicine full time today. She had stopped when she became a vampire, not feeling she could safely treat humans.

“It was amazing to be back! Now that my blood lust is under control I think being a vampire will actually help me in treating people.” Annalise raves excitedly. She feels she’s reclaimed something she had to give up. Something she thought she might never get back, outside of helping Vera and Caleb months ago.

Annalise’s older sister smiles at her. “I’m truly happy for you, Annalise.”

“Do you ever think you’ll go back to being in the space program?” She asks the vampire beside her. There’s a huge pause in the conversation.

“It’s been so long….I loved it. I really did. The science of it. The wonder. Seeing the stars.” The older sister sadly reminisces. “But I was a different person then. I was human then. At least with your profession, not as much time has passed.”

Annalise quietly nods her head. She feels incredibly sad for her half sister. Pretty much everything was taken away from her. Her career, her family and friends – her life.

The topic gets changed to an upcoming medical convention Annalise has to attend out of town. Way too soon for both women, it’s time for the older sister to leave.

“Your bath has been ran, Madame. May I get you anything else?” Lurch asks the beauty before him. He’s always had a crush on Annalise from the moment he met her. Originally, he was Asa’s butler. Naturally when Asa showed what a weasel he is, he pledged his loyalty to Miss Annalise.

“No thank you.” She pauses “Mr. Lurch, I don’t think my sister has told me the whole truth.”

#the grant legacy #annalise blake #mystery woman #james #asa blake #frances lurch #vladislaus straud #ts4 legacy #generation 2 #ts 4 #sims 4 #ts4 story #sims4 story #sims4 storytelling #forgotten hollow #Vlad hates organ blockers

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phoenixfeathersinfall · 2 years

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I don’t mean to be overly negative, and I certainly don’t want to ruin anyone’s enjoyment of the new Trek trailers/future content. But, I’m having some complicated feelings about Picard’s last season and I kind of need to get them out. (I hope I’m not the only one with apprehension?) To be clear, I will be engaging with Season 3 in some capacity, and there are several things about the show I’ve very much enjoyed. But, I really don’t see how they can stick this landing given the situation they’ve gotten themselves into.

Most of my concerns revolve around the Great Cast Reshuffle. The rest stem from the tone/themes of the trailer itself. (Analysis under a read more because this got way longer than I planned.)

The Great Cast Reshuffle

Soji, Elnor, Rios, and Agnes are gone, leaving behind only Picard, Seven, and Raffi. Raffi is the only new character introduced specifically for this series/not a “legacy character.” I’m all for seeing old favorites (God knows I primarily started following the series for Seven) but not at the cost of new characters and stories. I think, despite its tonal and plot issues, Picard had a very strong cast of characters who many people connected with/related to and wanted to see them carry this show through to the end, becoming part of a rising generation of Trek (the Trek renaissance if you will?) One of the most compelling aspects for me personally was that all of these characters were a little broken/had endured a lot of trauma, but they were all dealing with it in different ways and learning to find solace in each other. They weren’t the conventional Starfleet crew, but that something which made them interesting! And to toss out over half of them going into the last season? We’re at the finish line! Absolutely terrible timing. These characters and the actors which dedicated so much time and effort to bringing them to life for us deserved better than that.

Everyone was replaced with the old crew from The Next Generation. Again, it’s always nice to see old friends, but they need to be balanced with the new characters and shouldn’t completely take over the story. TNG has never been my favorite series (full disclosure: I prefer Deep Space Nine and Voyager,) so I don’t quite share the excitement of the avid fans at this development. Even laying that aside, this is not the cast that was promoted and promised for the series. We know Patrick Stewart was clear coming into the role that he didn’t want to re-hash or expand upon anything from TNG era because he felt those stories had already been told and concluded. (They have!) But now he’s helming what many have called “TNG 2.0.”

But! Legacy characters aren’t safe! This might be more important to me than it is to other people, but it strikes me as weird that all of the XBs aside from Seven (Hugh and Icheb) were killed off for shock value, both in especially brutal ways. These were the only people in the galaxy that were like Seven and could understand her. Hugh was trying to change all that, but the writing said “no.” Color me upset.

If we’re doing legacy characters, where is Seven’s family? Why has every single reference to them been colored by trauma or pain? Why has Seven been abandoned again? Rangers are secretive as part of the job, sure, but you can’t tell me she didn’t need support after she came back to a planet she’d never really known as a visibly “enemy other,” Starfleet rejected her, Bjayzl betrayed her, and Icheb died in her arms. You can’t tell me the crew just..doesn’t care how Seven is doing.

A lot of the TNG crew have already had their turns to play a part in the story. To date, with what’s aired so far, we’ve had appearances from Data, Will Riker, Deanna Troi, Hugh, Guinan, Q, and Wesley Crusher. Jean-Luc Picard is, of course, heading the whole thing, it’s his show. Heck, that means the only characters we haven’t seen are Beverly Crusher, Geordi Laforge, and Worf.

As many people smarter than me have pointed out, the new situation means that the optics of the third season in terms of diversity are…less than stellar. If we consider the group we saw at the conclusion of the first season to be the “main crew” (Jean-Luc Picard, Cristobal Rios, Agnes Jurati, Raffi Musiker, Soji Asha, Seven of Nine, and Elnor) Picard began the year with a cast of three white actors and four actors of color. Michelle Hurd (Raffi) is Black, Isa Briones (Soji) is mixed-race Filipina, Evan Evagora (Elnor) is Māori, and Santiago Cabrera (Rios) is Hispanic (Chilean.) Three of those actors have departed, leaving only Hurd. This was presumably to make room for six of the TNG cast, four of whom are white actors and two of whom are actors of color. Lavar Burton (Geordi Laforge) and Michael Dorn (Worf) are both Black. Voyager, which began airing over twenty-five years ago performs better here, with four characters of color, each of a different background. This is particularly troublesome given the Trek renaissance eagerness to reflect greater diversity (and market itself as such.)

This is again a matter of personal taste, and something the show has had a problem with from the beginning, but of a cast of eight characters, only two are non-human*, and one of them is hybrid who looks completely human. It’s….just not Star Trek if it’s all humans, folks. Where’s the cross-cultural explorations? Where’s the commentary? Where’s the reminder that this is a sci-fi in outer space in a very big, very diverse galaxy?

Tones and Themes

Another problem since the beginning, Picard has problems figuring out what its tone wants to be, and to some extent what its themes are/if they’re congruent with the history of the franchise. Historically, Star Trek is often whacky to the point of silliness, philosophical to the point of over-dramatic, and optimistic to the point of being campy/cheesy. And that’s good! Bad things happen, but we have fun along the way, and we trust that things will turn out well in the end. Picard falls into the “good show= quote on quote realistic show=gritty grimdark high stakes show” trend when it isn’t careful. Newer Treks on the whole seem to have this habit, from elements of the reboot films to the plots in Discovery to the “Section 31 show” in pre-production right now. It’s not isolated to Trek either; it’s spread like a virus across so many forms or media over the past several years. Even so, it feels particularly odd in Trek, given the general trends in the franchise, and harsher critics say it “doesn’t feel like Star Trek.” I think what they mean is that Picard (and its brethren) seems to take itself too seriously: we’re lacking the whimsy we’ve come to expect, so little time is afforded from the overarching plot that we don’t see as much on-screen relationship development as before, and almost nothing funny happens aside from the occasional sarcastic quip. There’s no release of tension between major plot beats, leaving viewers stressed and drained by a constant push forward to the high-stakes climax with ever-more hardship poured onto the pile. There’s no room to breathe. Where’s the fun, where’s the wonder, where’s the hope? For God’s sake the event that kicks everything off is the destruction of a planet and the deaths of millions of people while the Federation stood by and let it happen.

The tone shifts —sometimes dramatically—between seasons, between episodes, and even within episodes. The plots and subplots also don’t gel together well (maybe it’s all those cutaways? It’s rare that we can finish one segment of a given plot before we cut away to three more.) Irs emotional whiplash, and I’m dizzy just on a visual level.

This may be a case of just playing up the intrigue to pull people in, but the trailer itself doesn’t give a lot of reasons to hope things might lighten up? Everyone looks sad or grim. People are talking about sacrifice, hardship, and injustice. Picard says we’re never without hope but uh…he sure doesn’t look it.

Even more people smarter than me have pointed out that Raffi’s “You have no idea how hard it is to be in this world” is particularly gut-wrenching, and she’s been through quite enough already between the loss of her career, her falling out with Picard, her addiction, her estrangement from her family and subsequent fears of being abandoned/alone and unloved. Then she spent almost the entirety of season 2 mourning the death of Elnor, a surrogate son by all appearances, and believing it was her fault because she convinced him not to go back to Romulus when he was having doubts about the future. There was also quite a bit of discord between her and Seven in the middle, which resolved happily in the end, but still. Seven got re-assimilated and almost died first. Given Trek’s track record of giving the harshest stories to minority characters, especially POC (and how wider media in general shows the same problem,) it’s no wonder there’s speculation about “trauma porn.” Its not like we got enough of that in season 2. Yes we did, writers please stop this ride .

I must return to my dear Seven. So season 2 showed Seven was rejected by Starfleet for her Borgness and subsequently fell out with Janeway. It brought her to a timeline where she was the leader of a totalitarian regime, brought her face to face with a Borg Queen who remembered her, took away her Borg physiology and by extension some of her sense of self (she seemed happy but I was not), murdered one of the first people to show her kindness in years, put her at odds with her partner, gave her flashbacks to her lifelong trauma, cost her a crewmate/friend to the Borg, and put her in a showdown that she didn’t think she’d survive. And it ends with her almost bleeding to death, being reassimilated, and what sure looks like the destruction of her family for a third time given the casting changes. Thank goodness she got a girlfriend, a kiss, and a field promotion out of it. In addition to sporting a Starfleet uniform in the trailer AFTER ALL THESE YEARS, she speaks with a quivering, almost broken voice about how she “thought she could inspire people and bring justice to an unjust world.” Trek again has a problematic history of putting marginalized characters (women with ambition, aloof demeanors, nuanced relationships with femininity/its expectations, and oft-traumatic pasts) into devastating circumstances/suffering huge loss to remind us they can be “properly emotional women.” (See: Tasha Yar, Kira Nerys, B’elanna Torres, and T’pol.) In-universe and among audiences, Seven fulfills those hopes many times over (there’s a reason so many queer, neurodivergent/disabled, and otherwise-“othered” people love her.) Seven can be an inspiration and a fighter for justice. She has. I know because she’s done it for me.

To make an extremely long story short: I want MY cast back and I want them to be HAPPY!

*Whether or not Seven is human, alien, or something in between is a matter of interpretation. My preferred reading is “hybrid,” but I counted her as human for the purposes of this post.

#dove talks #meta #I should start a tag for my star trek thoughts #star trek #star trek crit #I am so concerned trek community #thank u to all the fic writers who’ve helped me so far and to all of u will surely do so as we leave this series behind

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Long Way Back

Porthos enters the infirmary, pulling his hat off as if it were a church. It feels like one, these days - too quiet, something big pressing down on them from above, a looming power that doesn’t seem to hear their prayers.

“How is ‘e doin’ today?” Porthos asks Athos, seated beside the sole occupied bed, the figure in it still and seemingly asleep.

Athos casts a somber glance across the patient and rises from his chair, looking older than his thirty years.

“He’s taken some soup. And I think his headaches are less severe. Or maybe he’s not telling us.”

Porthos nods. He should take this as good news. Any change, as little as it is, is good news at this point. But it’s not good enough.

Athos puts a comforting hand on Porthos’ shoulder.

“This kind of injury takes a lot of time to heal,”he says. “We know this. Aramis knows this. Give him time.”

Not trusting his voice to be steady, Porthos only nods again.

“D’Artagnan will be here in two hours.” Athos reaches for his weapons belt and slings it around his hips. “And he says he can stay the night. Go home then. You need sleep.”

Porthos chuffs. “No more than you, my friend.”

One corner of Athos’ mouth curls into the fragment of a smirk. Weapons belt fastened, he shrugs into his leather jacket and grabs his hat.

“I’ve received word from Sister Marie,” he says.

A small warm spark springs up in Porthos’ heart. The Sister, a friend of the Musketeers and an accomplished healer, has saved one of their own before, and perhaps she can do it again.

“Does she think she can help Aramis?”

Athos pushes his hat onto his thick curls and pulls it low into his forehead.

“She says she wants to try. She wants us to bring Aramis to the convent. Let him recover there, in her care. I think it makes sense.”

Immediately, Porthos bristles at the thought of taking Aramis away from the garrison. Away from his and his brothers’ care and protection. You don’t separate the Inseparables. You don’t break that bond. It’s never led to anything good.

But if there’s anyone he is willing to trust with Aramis, it’s Sister Marie. She’s worked miracles before. And Aramis is in need of a miracle. And what better place to recover for a man of faith like Aramis, than the sacred halls of a convent where his body and soul can heal in peace? Athos is right: it makes sense.

“‘S a good idea, Athos. We should organize transport as soon as possible. Maybe Treville will grant us leave to accompany ‘im. Stay for a few days till he's settled.”

“I’ll talk to Treville. I’m certain he will.”

With a last pat on Porthos’ shoulder, Athos walks out the door.

Porthos rubs his hands across his face and finally approaches the bed to sink into the chair Athos just vacated. As he does, he sees Aramis stir. His bandaged head rolls to Porthos’ side, and he makes a noise of distress. It sounds like pain. A string of spittle drools from the corner of his mouth. Porthos uses a towel from the bedside table to gently wipe it away.

“Hey, Aramis,” he says softly, in a voice he would use for a sick child. “How are ye doin’ today? Care to open yer eyes for me? There ya go.”

The injured Musketeer pulls sluggish eyelids apart and looks at Porthos, the purple bruises under his eyes turning his gaze into a dark pit. At least he’s lucid now. There’s clear recognition there in his eyes, one pupil still larger than the other, unlike on that first day when he’d regained consciousness and looked at them emptily, like a blind man. The shock still runs deep through Porthos at the memory.

They’d known it was more than just the regular concussion. When Aramis had taken a bad fall during a fight and smacked his head against a balustrade, hard, they’d all heard the crack of bone. In the days to come, their primary worry had been if he’d pull through; if he’d wake up at all. And somehow, they’d all hoped that if he woke, it would be with a dramatic complaint and a feeble joke, as he usually did after getting conked on the head.

But they had not expected an Aramis who did not recognize them, who could not talk and whose left arm and leg lay still at his side, unmoving.

He’s improved, since then. He still has trouble speaking, slurring his words and hating that he does, so he mostly remains silent. The left side of his face isn’t drooping anymore, and feeding him has become easier, although he still cannot do it himself - or simply doesn’t want to eat, as Porthos suspects. He also suspects that Aramis understands every word that is spoken in the infirmary, even when he pretends to be asleep. Aramis’ eyes, so dim on those first few days, have regained their clarity, even if the vibrant spark in them remains missing.

They look at him now, those eyes, pools of bottomless black. No joy. Only darkness.

“Not talkin’ today, are we?” Porthos comments, anger mixing into his despair. “Well, we’ll see if Sister Marie can change that. An’ she usually doesn’t take no for an answer.”

Aramis throws him a dark look.

“Ah, so you overheard us, did you?”

The bandaged head turns away again, to the wall. With his right hand, Aramis makes a weak pushing gesture in Portho’s direction. Go away.

“M not goin’ anywhere,” Porthos says stubbornly. “Not until you get up an’ make me.”

Still looking at the wall, Aramis huffs, and it sounds dangerously like a sob.

Immediately, Porthos feels terrible. Even if Aramis wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to stand. Although Doctor Lemay claims that Aramis’ reflexes are returning, his left leg and arm are still paralyzed, and no amount of massaging seems to make a difference so far.

At first, Aramis had fought. He’d willed himself out of the semi-conscious stupor of the first days and fought for every little improvement: to hold his own cup, to push himself up in bed, to make himself understood as his speech had begun to return. And Athos, d’Artagnan and Porthos had cheered him on every step of the way.

But as time passed, and as progress slowed to a near-halt, Aramis’ mood turned black, and they’re all at a loss what to do.

“C’mon, you’ll like it at the convent,” Porthos tries. “You love Sister Marie! And the nuns will be excited to have… you know. They all love you.”

“M’nah go’hn.” Garbled and forlorn.

Porthos puts his hands on his knees and leans forward.

“Oh yes, you are, an’ I’m personally gonna make sure you do!”

“Cahn-n may me.”

“Watch me try.”

A heavy moment of silence drops. Porthos stares holes into the too-thin, defiant bundle of misery who’s turned away from him, awkwardly lying on his paralyzed side.

Aramis. Majestic, athletic, dazzling Aramis who makes every woman’s (and man’s) head turn when he walks into a room, has turned into a ghost of himself, and it breaks every fiber in Porthos’ heart to see him this way.

“Aramis?”, he says, gently now. “Please?”

And then he sees the thin shoulders begin to tremble. On instinct, he scoots from his chair onto the bed and rolls Aramis into his arms. He hugs his friend tight, and Aramis stiffens at first, but then he relents and, crying silently, he clings to Porthos with his good arm while his left–

“Aramis! See that?”

Porthos carefully sits back a bit, still holding his brother upright, and points at Aramis’ left hand. It’s clutching the rosary they’ve wrapped around his wrist. Holding the rosary.

“When did that happen?” Porthos asks, elated.

Aramis opens and closes his hand, clumsily and weakly. The muscles hold little power, and he still cannot lift his arm when he tries. But he’s moving his hand.

“Dun- … dunno,” he stammers, remarkably less enthusiastic than Porthos. “N-not much… ‘f anythin’.”

“Oh, it’s something.” Porthos smiles and smacks a kiss into Aramis’ dark curls. He knows they haven’t won yet. He knows his best friend has a long way ahead of him, and whether it’ll lead him back to being a Musketeer is a question that has no answer at this point. But Sister Marie has a plan at the convent for him, and he’s moving a limb that has been a dead weight for weeks, and his brother may have some fight still left in him after all.

“It’s everything, Aramis. It’s hope.”

Also on AO3, if you prefer:

#whumptober2022 #whumptober #no.8 #head trauma #the musketeers #bbc musketeers #aramis #porthos #athos #major character injury #hurt/comfort #hurt aramis

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Do you think any of the other heroes could beat the USJ Nomu?

How would someone go about fighting a villain who can absorb all types of kinetic energy? You can't do something with a lot of force like punching or kicking. Would that basically be shock absorption?

The two major exploits for fighting the USJ Nomu. That being said, it’s simple tactics and simple Quirks. Sure, it’s still strong, but it doesn’t have any complicated plans or abilities to work around. Luckily, there are other ways to beat it than simply overpowering it, which other heroes could still do. One is through non-conventional attacks, either ones that ignore durability or ones that don’t have much kinetic impact behind them. Another is simply restraining it. Again, it is strong, but I do think that certain abilities could hold it down. But before that, there are two quickly honorable mentions.

Maybe: Edgeshot: This is an odd interaction. While I do think that his folding ability would be strong enough to pierce the USJ Nomu, I’m not sure that would knock it out given it could heal from it, but it may not heal correctly. Hard to say.

Fat Gum: This one is more of a gamble. Fat Gum can’t really do enough damage to the USJ Nomu, but he can tank the attacks. He could try to put it down with a charged up attack, but it’s hard to say if it would be strong enough.

Yes: Best Jeanist: This would really depend on the equipment he has around. If there stronger fibers nearby, like suspension bridge cables, then I think he could restrain it. I doubt he would be strong enough for it otherwise, but it is plausible.

Midnight: Considering that the Nomu needs to breath and presumably needs some form of rest, I see no reason why Midnight’s sleep gas wouldn’t be able to knock out the USJ Nomu. It might be one of the more efficient ways to do it as well.

Pixie Bob: While it has smashed through concrete before, I think that dealing with so much earth piling around it would be hard to deal with. Even more so since Pixie Bob could easily bombard the Nomu with Earth Beasts to slow it down or wear it out faster, making it easier to restrain.

Thirteen: While she may have pacifistic tendencies, that doesn’t seem to apply to brainless monsters. It’s going to run at her and she could easily counter it with her Quirk. As it is being pulled apart at the atomic level, it would be quickly destroyed and faster than it could heal.

Mt. Lady/Ryukyu: While these two aren’t as powerful as All Might, I think that their skills and abilities would be close enough to take care of the Nomu in a similar way with their strength and durability. Either dealing so much damage that it turns the Nomu into mulch or throwing it out of the USJ like All Might.

Endeavor: I mean, he already defeated Hood. And yes, he had Hawk’s help with that, but I believe that Endeavor would be strong enough on his own to take out a weaker Nomu. Not only can Enji easily get out of range and avoid most of the attacks, but he can also easily counter the two Quirks the Nomu has.

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Chapter 3 : Meeting someone special to him.

PS: Eventually she’s special to you too, of course don’t worry ayaka’s main characteristic isn’t just that her brother is your crush, of course. You’ll see as chapters progress! This is just how Y/N grows.

Maybe listen to a song while you’re at it:

You found yourself absolutely cringing so hard at him saying it

“Y/n.. right? You have something in your teeth.”

Well of course you did >:( you were eating after all. Still it was embarrassing as hell none the less

He just chuckled after saying that and told me “Hey don’t worry y/n! It’s normal” after seeing my face basically turn red for all the wrong reasons.

“Venti may I get a ticket to your concert? I shall pay you right now I just want to be there the second it starts.”

Venti being the best, he is literally fanboying over him as well. No venti hasn’t read his books until like 2 minutes ago after I showed him my signed copy where, he read the title.

“Why of course! Backstage passes?” He said with a smile so hard his eyes turn into swiggles.

I’m there, in shock basically that he would just do that, none the less Ayato did accept, and waved goodbye to all of us and left.

Ei and yoimiya poked fun at me out of love, while Beidou stuffed her face and venti spaced out. “All, I think I must need new reading glasses” said Ei as she tried to read my book but failed miserably, “Is this word ‘for’ or ‘yor’ or ‘tor’?”

“Ei let’s go get you some glasses, there’s a place where you can get an eye test right here in the convention.” This was so random but you remembered it existed so of course you’re gonna go. We head to the place while Beidou still slips in random food down her throat. We reach the place and very shockingly we have a huge line full of people who’s eyes are probably broken from playing too many games and proceeding to read afterward. While Ei finishes up and yes she does get a prescription, a long one. Ei decides she’ll get new glasses soon with these and as she was walking out she sees this lovely pastel blue almost white haired lady, maybe even periwinkle with lovely eyes and a bright smile

“Kamisato Ayaka” was what was on her ID, and you reconised it immediately. Sure you were confused on why she’s even near the area of the convention where there’s little to no books. Unsure of if you should even approach you head to her and go “Chief editor Miss Dr Kamisato Ayaka??

Surprised Ayaka turned around to see lovely people, mostly just confused on who they were and to see one person looking up at her with puppy dog eyes. Yes that person was Y/N, you.

“Gahhh I’m sorry I don’t mean to startle you!” I said in a facial expression that can only be described as “whoopsie!”

The lady just smiled absolutely flustered as her cheeks turn pink, I smile back and ask her if I and my friends can accompany her as I’m a huge fan anyway.

“Guys this is Kamisato Ayaka, a mental health specialist, well.. psychologist who is the chief editor, sister and best friend of Kamisato Ayato”

“Presume you know me well, I do not know you!”

“Y/N!!”

“I’m yoimiya :D your amount of hard work into being a psychologist and an editor is amazing to me!!”

Venti Beidou and Ei all nod and agree while introducing themselves as well with a huge grin on their faces”

Beidou notices Ayaka being so pink from behind and says “damn she’s swinging both ways for the siblings? What a simp, I love it”

“No shut up Bei babe I’m not simpingggggg!! Especially not for Ayatooooo” “ I said quite loudly which I only start to regret, later. By that I mean now. “

“Ah! You all are off to see Mr Ayato as well? I came here only to surprise him! Must you know him well? Shall you join? Would you like to?”

Pausing for a moment looking at your watch, you decide “damn heck it” while turning back at your friends in a look of consideration. Your friends agree since they only came for your happiness anyway since let’s be honest they don’t care what so ever for whatever author wrote their favourite book unless it’s a comic or an online comic or manga. Plus they were having fun meeting new people and exploring new books to read, for example Yoimiya got this lovely new book that was bright and colourful. It was a book about fairies and definitely looked like a children’s book but those books are so in depth with fantasy you can’t blame her to anyone for liking them.

Agreeing with Ayaka, you all walk to go see h i m.

You all make small talk and just have simple, honest and enjoyable moments with her as you walk across the entire convention just to annoy him backstage.

You all reach backstage and realise it’s literally like any movie ever made. Food everywhere a chocolate fountain expect it’s very very broken and a hot man just chilling on a couch, he turns his gaze towards you all and spots his sister and smiles his hardest, getting up in shock that she came and with the corner of his eye did he spot you, of course. Your eyes met, connected even. His strong blue eyes gazing upon yours and says “y/n?” “Venti! Oh my! Hello!” Ah yes off he does again fanboying. Venti waves back and gets a call, he like a homeboy and also while trying to set us up says a simple thing. “Ehe this callll is kinda important! Ei Beidou Yoimiya come with!”

Oh my god, as if that couldn’t have been any less discreet.

“Y/n I’ve bumped into you so many times today, glad we meet again” he smiles,

Ayaka’s POV:

Y/n.. hmm she clearly likes my brother and definitely knows him prior to this meet, is it strange that I sensed this even before though? Is it weird I met a group of strangers and a celebrity.. Atleast I think he was a celebrity I do not know but he is familiar. (Venti) I just trusted them so easily today, their entire vibe and personality just made me like them so much in the matter of 20 minutes. Y/N, does she like Ayato as a crush or as a matter as a reader who is a fan of a writer.

Looking at them again she sees them conversing while Y/N puts on this confidence that she didn’t have with anyone else up til now per say

Tuning back into the world you finally hear “Oh yes!! Ayaka got me here”

Right, I did do such.

Y/N’s POV:

Why are his eyes so gorgeous why why why why? Yes okay I must talk to him more, I want to so bad.

I got out my phone and boldly asked, “can I have your number?” Instead of opening speed dial, you may have accidentally just opened a dumb meme that Ayato bursts out with laughter at

“That is so funny, what! Really reminds me to go out more! Do you have more? I want more”

Lmao is he serious? This is so dumb but showing Ayaka the memes too of course, me and Ayato decide to sit down while laughing at dumb memes.

Eventually my best friends do come back and we all just decide to sit around while we sit for Ayato’s show to begin in half an hour. It’s so strange how just this morning I was dying that I even got to see him and now I’m laughing at the worst memes ever created with him, and his sister. I don’t even know if I’m dreaming

Picture credits : @k_dreams_k on Pinterest

#Ayato #Ayaka #Ayato x reader #convention #books #yoimiya #Genshin #genshin x reader #beidou #ei #venti #au #smau #ayato x fem!reader #genshin au #writer #event au #Spotify

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Ghosts of Fear Street, Parents from the 13th Dimension | Review

Title: Ghosts of Fear Street #27 – Parents from the 13th Dimension

Author: Katy Hall (as by R.L. Stine)

Cover Artist: Mark Garro

INTRODUCTION

Flipping a coin. Rolling a die. Drinking milk from the jug without doing a smell test. These are all games of chance. It was by pure chance that I decided to read this book, a simple whim, so this entry will be a quickie.

I was shocked by how Coraline-like this book was. I was even more shocked to realize this book predates Coraline by several years. Both books feature a young girl, unhappy with her current life, slipping into a seemingly perfect alternate world. Although (maybe the Pelosi lookalike on the cover tipped you off), Parents from the 13th Dimension takes a turn for the David Icke.

STORY REVIEW

Why does Sarah Watson think her life is horrible? Her brother is a geek. Her mother collects garbage. And (brace yourself for this last one) her father is a nurse. Sarah has daddy issues on par with Marge Simpson. She isn’t even charmed by his homemade clothing brand. Did I mention he’s a weaver?

Steve’s Weaves

Adorable. It goes to show that traditionally masculine hobbies (e.g. fishing, pumping iron, reading kid’s books, writing funny reviews online somewhat regularly) are totally optional.

Moping along Fear Street, Sarah finds a strange coin. One side has a queen, and the other side has a lizard. While you might assume it’s Australian, this tender comes from a different AU. When the coin is flipped and lands lizard-side-up, Sarah is whisked away to an alternate universe!

Weird at first, life in the 13th Dimension proves to be pretty cool. Sarah’s geeky brother is replaced by a confident new bro. Mr. and Mrs. Watson are replaced by conventional parents. The entire medical field is presumably replaced by something radical like skeet shooting. I’m spitballing here.

Sarah finally has everything she could ever want. She has a dog now. She even gets her own horse! Every girl’s dream! (We can add this book to the hallowed halls of Equine Media I’ve Needlessly Mentioned, seated alongside A Horse Called Wonder and Horse Sense and hopefully nothing else.) There is one peculiar detail about this world, though: Sarah is forbidden from entering one room in her home. According to Fake Dad, this room is under construction. Should Sarah accidentally step on a nail, it’d be very difficult to skeet shoot it out.

Feeling nostalgic, Sarah flips her coin and visits her original dimension. She learns that no time has passed, nobody missed her, and her father is still into weaving. Ultimately, she decides it’s okay to keep visiting the 13th Dimension. But even if weaving doesn’t exist in the alternate universe, an unmistakable sense of danger looms.

When she tries to investigate the locked room, Sarah is punished by Fake Dad, who takes her interdimensional coin away, trapping her in the 13th Dimension. Also, Fake Mom forces Sarah to eat huge amounts of food, alluding to an upcoming “feast.” Worst of all, no TV or skeet shooting for a week!

Sarah snaps. Using a paperclip, the girl picks her way into the mysterious room. She finds her coin, but she also finds 3 shriveled human-suits. Not to be confused with “suits for shriveled humans.” Although, the situation would be more fun if she stumbled into Jagger’s wardrobe. These empty suits would allow a creature to disguise itself as a person. (I swear, I’m not referencing Jagger.) About this time, Sarah realizes her sweet little parents are actually a couple of 8-foot-tall reptiles from the Protozoic Universe! This book turns into Fear and Loathing in the 13th Dimension when man-eating reptiles descend on Sarah.

If only Sarah hadn’t taken her real family for granted. If she hadn’t turned her nose up at her father’s interests, she could save herself now. Somehow. Maybe. I’m trying to connect this back to the moral. But no matter how I slice it, weaving seems like an objectively inferior form of self defense than skeet shooting. (Weaving around the monsters? Suddenly, that loom pun from earlier doesn't seem like such a stretch anymore, huh.)

The girl flips her magic coin at the last possible moment. She decides to take her new dog back to her original universe probably because the horse was too big to carry. She makes it home safe and sound, bringing “Sparky” along for the ride. In the end, she tries to rationalize what just happened, guessing that reptilians must enjoy playing with their food. She doesn’t even consider that scaring your food makes the meat go stringy.

Life goes back to normal, and Sarah learns a valuable lesson: spacetime is the scariest weave of all.

THE VERDICT

Not bad, but not much of anything. From the horror to the moral to the twist ending, it’s very mild.

You can tell Stine didn’t write this one. If he had, the dog would reveal a shocking lizard tongue right on the last page. And then Sarah’s whole family would turn into werwolves and eat the lizarddog or something I don’t know. Regardless, it could never achieve a scarier twist ending than Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail ’72.

BEST QUOTE

This book introduced me to the phrase “dishwater blonde.” I amusingly misread this descriptor as “dishwasher blonde.” What a bizarre insult, I thought to myself. Excluding that one eggcorn, I was enamored by this tubular 90s lingo:

All I knew was that this dream world was one hundred percent cool!

#fear street #fearstreet #90s #nostalgia #books #horror #review #Ghosts of Fear Street #PazReviews

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Chuck is apparently God, though one day Sam and Dean left to check out the town that’s as attacked by Amara leaving you alone with Chuck 😏

Chuck needs more smut!!!

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You had been at the bunker sitting in the war room eating a pb&j, that was until Sam, Dean, and Chuck? appeared in the same room. “crazy spell or manifestation.” Dean was talking when they appeared. The looked around being the bunker so suddenly.

“Whoa! How’d you guys get here?” Your question fell upon deaf ears as Kevin comes out from behind Chuck. “Kevin?” Sam questions. “Guys! You’re looking stressed. Especially you.” Sam and Dean looked very confused and Kevin hovers his hand over Chucks upper arm.

“I-It’s cool. Trust Chuck. Whatever it is he need you to do he thinks you can handle it.” Dean put whatever he had in his hand away into his pocket. Chuck gave the boys ‘see’ look. “I always trusted you.”

“Yeah that ended well.” Kevin gave a stretched smile. “How did you- Are you okay? Um…” Kevin looked down at himself. “Yeah, I mean, you know, given the circumstances.” The Chuck butted in.

“Yeah, I don’t mean to interrupt. Kind of a plateful here. And, Kevin” He turned to Kevin. “you’ve been in the veil long enough. It’s time you had an upgrade.” Chuck waved his hand over Kevin and he turned into a white light.

You choked on your sandwich at the scene drawing attention to you. Then all three of you turned back to watch the white light float up through the ceiling. “Holy crap.” Dean exclaimed.

“So, wow, um Chuck. Well, I guess we don’t call you that, huh?” Sam was nervous and held his hands together. “I prefer it.” Sam shrugged. “Okay, uh, ‘Chuck’ it is.” Sam took a big breathe in. Chuck looked at you still eating your sandwich and Dean sitting down in shock.

“I’m sorry. You’re gonna have to, uh, give Dean, me, and Y/n a moment to start to process. We didn’t even know you were around. I mean, we knew about Chuck, but we just didn’t know about… Chuck.” Sam gestured his hands to a large area.

“I mean, I-I-I was hoping you were around. I-I-I prayed I- but I don’t know if they got, uh, lost in the spam or if-” “Sam.” Dean cut him off. “Yeah?” He turned his head to his brother. “Babbling.” “Okay.” He turned back to Chuck who just had a knowing smile on his face. Chuck turned to Dean and You.

“I’m getting that bit everyone’s totally on board.” There was a silence before Dean spoke. “Here’s the thing, um… Chuck…” He raised his eyebrows. “and I mean no disrespect. Um… I’m guessing you came back to help with the Darkness and that’s great. That’s you know, it’s fantastic. Um, but you’ve been gone a-a long long time. And there’s so much crow that has gone down on the Earth for thousands of years. I mean, plagues, and wars, slaughters. And you were, I don’t know, writing books, going to fan conventions. We’re you even aware, o-or did you just tune it out?”

“I was aware Dean.” This time you stepped in. “But you did nothing.” Chuck quickly turned his head to you, when looking into his eyes something sparked in them. “And, again, I-I’m not trying to piss you off.” Dean continued. “You know, I don’t want it turn into a pillar of salt.”

“I actually- I didn’t do that.” Deans speechless for a moment before starting again. “Okay. People- people pray to you. People build churches for your. They fight wars in your name, and you did nothing.” His eyes start to get wetter.

“Your frustrated.” It was Chucks turn to talk. “I get it. Believe me, I was hands-on, real hands-on for, wow, ages. I was so sure if I kept stepping in, teaching, punishing, that these beautiful creatures that I created… would grow up. But it only stayed the same. And I saw that I needed to step away and let my baby find its way.” You could see the tear that dripped down Deans cheek.

“Being over involved is no longer parenting.” Chuck sighed. “It’s enabling.” Dena shook his head. “But it didn’t get better.” “Well, I’ve been mulling it over. And from where I sit, I think it has.” Another tear came from his other eye.

“Well,” Dean looked down. “from where I sit it feels like you left us and you’re trying to justify it.” He wiped his tears. “I know you had a complicated upbringing, Dean, but don’t confuse me with your dad.” Deans eyes shook before he looked at Chuck

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“You have to understand this about the Darkness – she's relentless,” He turned to Sam. “a force beyond human comprehension. It's the only reason I came off the sidelines.” He gestured with his hands.

“Must have been great being her brother, huh?” Sam tried to laugh.

“It was the worst. Always telling me what to do, making me do what she wanted. I mean, you guys know how that works.” He gestured to the three of you and Sam raised his eyebrows.

“So, where is she?” Chuck turned to Dean when he spoke.

Chuck: No freakin' idea, fellas.”There was a pause. “She's warded herself specifically against me. What have you come up with?”

“Zip,” Dean shook his head. “and we've been at it for months.”

“Well, matter of time.” He turned to look at you. “I've always had faith in you” He turned back to Dean. “even if you didn't return the favor. Where's the guest room?” He slammed his hands against the table. “I could use a shower.”

“Uh, it's, um, just down the hallway,” Sam pointed and Chuck looked and pointed the direction himself. “the fourth door on the left.” Chuck pushed off the chair and started walking. Patting Deans shoulder as he walked by.

“Hey, Chuck.” Dean turned around in his chair. “You know that she's got Lucifer, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

“The way we heard it, um, last time when you bottled up the Darkness, it-it took more than just you. I mean, we heard that Lucifer was involved.”

“No.”

“No?” Chuck turned around.

“Lucifer was perhaps my greatest hope and my bitterest disappointment. Do you think if I could have trusted him for a moment, I would have put him in the Cage? And I wasn't gonna mention this, but thank you so much for springing him.” His voice started to get louder.

“That wasn't really the plan, um.” Sam tried to lighten the tension.

“Now, as bad as he was, after all this time in prison, he's probably worse. And by now, he could have formed an alliance with Amara. Not walking into that trap, guys. So, no.” He turned back around before turning just his head to look back. “Thus spake the Lord.” The he left.

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“Anything?” Dean and you walked into the war room.

“Nada.” Dean sat down a drink. “Yeah, thanks.”

“Yeah.”

“I wish Rowena was here. She could track down Amara.” You whined laying your head on your crossed arms.

“Yeah, but you can bet she and the Book are gonna stay stashed until this whole thing is over.” Dean placed his drink down and in a softer tone asked. “Where's Chuck?”

Sam shrugged. “Sleeping in, I guess.”

“Does God sleep?”

“I know he takes really long showers.”

“Right! And sings, too, like, crappy old folk songs. I had to tell him to cool it three times.”

“You told God to cool it?” Sam seemed to not believe him.

“Yeah, I sleep.”

“You know, I know this is a really strange situation and all, but it's also really amazing, you know? I mean, it's God.” Sam chuckled. “There's so many things I want to ask him, uh, like, uh, t-the planets, you know? Why are they round? Or ears. I always thought they were strange.”

“Okay, fanboy,” Dean held his hand up. “calm down. Let's stay focused. We got to find Lucifer before it's too late.”

“Too late?” You ask.

“Amara is, she's in my head.” Sam took a deep breath at Deans words. “Hey, I didn't ask for it, okay? She just showed up. But she's showing me visions of-of Lucifer. By Lucifer, I mean Cas, and he looks like crap, like she's really doing a number on him.” Sam shushed Dean before calling out to Chuck.

“Hey, Morning.” Chuck came in eating a powdered donut. Dean turned and saw Chuck wearing his robe.

“Is that my robe?” He asked looking Chuck up and down. Chuck put the donuts down and sat on the edge of the table.

“I'm telling you guys, it's a mistake to get mixed up with Lucifer. Much as it pained me, I had to walk away. Too much drama.” You got up and walked between Dean and Chuck to grab a donut. Looking at Chuck you noticed the powered sugar he had on the corner of his lip, you giggled and motioned to it. He wiped it before asking Dean. “Do you have any bacon?” Dean smiled wide and you laughed at that.

“You eat bacon?”

“Yeah.” Chuck shrugged.

“Hey, guys, this just came up. Looks like that fog, the, um, Amara fog, uh, hit another town.”

“And?”

“And this one wasn't as lucky as the last one. Thousands died. Uh, everybody died. But, uh, except for one man.”

“How'd you miss that one?” Dean asked annoyed

“She's baiting me. I can't respond every time. I won't be manipulated.” Chuck was still chewing.

“Yeah, but thousands of people are dead.” Dean got mad.

“Unfortunately.” Chuck got up. “So find her.” And he left.

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Dean and Sam had left about half an hour ago to check out the town leaving you with Chuck duty. You finished off the donuts Chuck had bought. He came in when you swallowed the last bite.

He walked over dressed in a t-shirt and some sweatpants. He looked in the box, he sighed with a slight frown. “Really?” He looked at you. You shrugged at him with a ‘what are you blaming me for’ look.

“You left them out and I was hungry.” He rolled his eyes before snapping and suddenly the box was full again.

“Cool!” You exclaimed before reaching for one. Chuck smacked your hand then he grabbed a glazed donut and held it with his mouth, using his hands to keep the box closed and away from you.

You grumbled following him, you grab onto his arm to turn him around. You took a big bite of the donut from his mouth smiling triumphantly, he stood there in shock. You turned to leave but you heard a thud from something dropping and a force pulling you back around.

Chuck had pulled you against him, your hands brace on his chest. You felt his breath on your face, his pupils were blown wide. You looked from his eyes down to his lips, he did the same before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling your lips to his. You moan into his mouth at the contact, one of your hands slide up to his cheek pulling him in closer.

His empty hand started on your hip before it slid down to your ass and squeezed it. You let a surprised gasp opening your lips and he slid his tongue into your mouth. You counter his aggressive tongue with your own, his tongue battling your own for dominance.

He let go of the back of your neck and used his hands to grab your thighs. He pulled back from your lips for a second to whisper, "Jump." You jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist, he groaned loudly when your clothed vagina pushed against his growing erection. He walked to the war table before setting you down on the edge.

He pulled back from your mouth and attacked your neck sucking and kissing little bruises into your skin. You pull his hips in with your leg and arching into his body. Your hands roam under his shirt to his waist and up his chest. He pulled back so you could take the t-shirt off.

"Your turn." He smirked before pulling your tank top off to reveal your black bra. He cupped your breasts kissing the tops before reaching behind you to unclasp the bra. When they were freed the first thing, he did was latch his mouth on your left nipple cause you to moan his name loudly.

"Shit Chuck," You breath has hard and fast. "keep doing that." His right hand was giving your other nipple attention while his left hand drifted down your stomach and under your waistband. His fingers ghosted over your clit causing your mouth to drop open and your head to fall back against the table.

His index poked between your slit making you whine. "Please, Chuck please." You beg him. He pushed his finger in, curling it against your soft walls. "Oh God!" You moan out.

"That is true." He pulled away from your nipple chuckling. He added another finger, and you clenched around his fingers. "Shit baby, squeezing me so tight." His dick was getting painfully hard while looking at your radiant figure.

"Please wanna feel you." One of your hand's palms on his arm as the pleasure felt like too much. His right hand pulled both yours and his pants down, he pulled his boxers down with his pants.

His tip rubbed against your slit before he pushed his hips forwards, his dick filling you up immediately. You pull him into a fervent kiss, your tongues messily dancing against each others.

His hips snapped back and forth, his tip hitting your cervix. You clench tight around him and he lets out a strained groan.

“Fuck, baby with you squeezing me like this I’m not gonna last very long.” He smirked.

“Good,” You chuckle. “Cause I’m not gonna last very long like this.” Your head falls back on the table. He takes this time to kiss along your neck adding even more marks to your skin.

His teeth against your skin burns a fiery feeling in your stomach. He pulls back to admire you, skin sheer with sweat, face contorted in pleasure.

You take him by surprise by flipping him in his back, your legs straddling his thighs. His hands went immediately to the back of your thighs keeping you from falling back.

You used your leverage to move yourself up and down his cock. Your lips making your own marks on his skin. Purple marks scattering his neck and check with a few love bite mixed in.

“I’m gonna cum.” You groan into his neck.

“Me too.” His head fell back. One of his hands moved from its spot in the back of your thigh to your clit, rubbing figure eights over it. You bite your lips stifling a cry at the sudden sensation.

You clenched hard on him as your high hit you. From the pressure of your pussy he cummed spilling deep inside you. Your orgasm was intense, black spots spotting the edge of your vision.

When your breathing returned to normal you felt Chucks hands holding you close to him. Kissing your cheek gently. You pulled back chuckling.

“Who knew you could be so sweet.” You reached for his shirt that was discarded to the side, pulling it on.

“You look amazing.” He told you, eyes full of truth. You smacked his arms giggling.

“You charmer.” You pull yourself off of his with a soft whimper. Grabbing your sweats from the floor, pulling them on. You grab his too and tossed it to him. He got off the table and pulled up his boxers before pulling his sweats on too.

“Not trying to charm you, glad you think so though.” He hugged you from behind his chin on your shoulder. His hand drifted under his shirt, that you were swamped in, resting them on your stomach.

He was kissing your neck when the door to the bunker opened. The loud thumps of footsteps echoed and you pushed Chuck off you stepping to the side flustered.

When Dean came in he was gonna say something until he saw the two of you, Chuck shirtless and you wearing Chucks shirt.

“Eww, y’all had sex when we were gone?” Dean whined. “This better not get in between anything I’m fine with it.” Deans hands were raised in a surrendering position.

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#supernatural #chuck shurley #reader #chuck shurley x reader

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alloftimeandspacetosee · 7 months

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Recruiting Kite

And here are the people who induced Jay's Gender Panic, only I can't remember if this is before or after she meets them actually. Possibly before. Timeline's kinda. not something I have looked at recently.

Anyway! writing! very blatantly based on... The Other Side from The Greatest Showman bc I couldn't not, y'know?

Onni watches as the Skull grunt slinks into the bar, their shock of bright yellow hair hardly hidden under their cap.

“That one. Really?” Brass, standing beside Onni, sighs. “Tapu knock some sense into you! You do realise she’s legend-touched, right?

“You think they look female?” Onni tilts their head. “Huh.”

“What - oh, would you focus! That isn’t the issue here.” Brass rolls his eyes. “They aren’t all worth saving, Onni.”

“This one is,” Onni replies. “Just - trust me, alright?” They turn to study Brass. “Please.”

Brass meets Onni’s eyes and sighs. “Fine. I do, I do, I just...” He rubs at his forehead with his hand. “Just - don’t expect us to pay your ransom, alright?”

Onni laughs and reaches to kiss Brass’ cheek. “I'm too lucky for that.” They brush down their skirt.

“Course you are.” Brass squints into the shadow behind Onni’s head, as if he can see something there. “And you’re just going to walk in there.”

“Bold as.” Onni grins. “I’ll be back with a sweet new act before you know it.”

“We don’t need one, Onni! Literally no room for another act!” Brass calls after them.

“You’re going to love it!” Onni waves back at him, and enters the bar.

The bar is muted and dusky and mostly empty.

Onni lets the door go behind them and searches out the Skull grunt they saw walk in here.

They’re at the bar, sitting on one of the stools and hunched over a tall glass.

Onni slides into the seat next to them and double-taps the bar.

Gloriana squints at Onni and rolls her eyes but says nothing as she makes up a milkshake.

The Skull grunt flicks a glance at Onni and then away again.

They really are quite pretty, under the grime; electric yellow hair just long enough to peek out from under the floppy cap, dusky smooth skin – darker than Onni, even – and long eyelashes over deep brown eyes. The standard issue Skull uniform isn’t doing them any favours, but even so.

“Dude, quit staring.”

“Just wondering what you’re doing down here, that’s all.”

“Planning the next ruckus, obviously.” Their lips twisted around the words, bitter, as if parroting someone else.

Onni laughs.

One of the regulars behind them grunts, and Onni swivels on their chair to tilt their head at him, raising an eyebrow. “D’you cause many ruckuses?”

The regular – Martin, Onni thinks – casts him a disparaging look but turns back to the cards in his hand.

“Here.” Gloriana puts Onni’s milkshake down on the bar, sliding a coaster underneath.

“Team Skull, dude. Everyone knows it.” They tug at their top.

Onni spins back to face the bar. “Ah, so it’s not that you plan ruckus, just that it happens. Because reputation.”

“Why d’you care?”

Onni takes a long drink through the straw.

The Skull grunt watches Onni and then shakes their head, slipping down from their seat.

“Because I reckon there’s something more for you,” Onni calls, as their hand touches the door handle. “More than those walls and distrust y’all have built around yourselves.”

“Yeah?” The grunt hesitates.

“I can get you free of it,” Onni says, one elbow on the bar as they turn their seat to face the door. “For something a bit more colourful. And sure, it’s still ruckus, but it’s ruckus people’ll pay you for.”

“We get money out of them either way.” But they haven’t opened the door.

“So you don’t wanna play a different part?” Onni starts to grin.

“What sort of part are we talking?” They turn around.

Onni slides to their feet. “Something a li’l bit crazy.”

“I know crazy.”

“It’s not conventional.”

“Not like I’m king of that here, am I?” The grunt grins.

“How do you feel about flying?”

The grin slides from the grunt’s face. “I enjoy what I do and I’m not trapped. Not anymore.”

“Never - never said you were.” Onni hurries to get between the grunt and the door. “Just - hear me out, ok?”

The grunt backs off before Onni can touch them.

“Circus work. Trapeze and swinging and massive crowds watching everything you do and loving every minute of it.”

The grunt laughs. “We don’t pick up peanut shells.” But they move back towards the bar, towards their abandoned drinks. “I’m good with what I do. We’re free, and I don’t need to see anything else.”

Onni hesitates. “Ok, sure.” They follow the grunt back to the bar and lean their elbow on it.

“Go on, do like you do.” The grunt flaps a hand at Onni. “I’ll keep doing me. I’m doing fine.”

“Sure look it.” Onni studies them as they take a long drink. “Drowning your sorrows, is it?”

“I’ve already been disowned once, I’m not going there again.”

Onni clicks their mouth shut and looks down at their drink. “Sorry.”

They grunt and shrug.

“But.” Onni slides back into the seat. “You’re aching for something, and I think I – we – can help. I get that Team Skull is your family, but you don’t seem very... happy.”

They snort again. “You’re dancing around everything anyway. Circus, great. What’s the pay like?”

“Better than Team Skull, I assume.”

“You know nothing.”

“It’s...” Onni wrinkles his nose. “You really think it’s gonna cost you to leave?”

“Sure.”

“You’ll get same as the rest of us.”

“Somewhere to stay.”

“It’s caravans and tents, and sometimes a hotel.”

“Food?”

“Standard fare. Wanna get fancy, gotta buy it yourself. And you don’t have to hide. This thing you’re scared of-”

“I’m not scared of anything,” the grunt hisses, turning to snarl into Onni’s face. “Got that?”

“People wouldn’t be ashamed of you, either,” Onni replies, not backing down. “They’d be cheering you. You’d be one of us, praised and loved for your talents, bringing joy, not just... what, picking locks and stealing stuff?” Onni’s eyes drop to the edge of the grunt’s sleeve, under which the imprint of yellow feathers can be seen around their elbow. “Playing about with electronics?”

The grunt tugs their sleeve down lower. “How can you promise that?”

“Seen it happen. Trust me.” Onni extends a hand.

“I don’t know that I do.”

“Listen, just... I think Team Skull isn’t really for you, and... and you could spark a lot of joy with us.”

The grunt pulls back. “How - do you know?”

“I know things.” Onni shrugs. “Or it was a lucky guess, take your pick.”

Something giggles around the corner of the bar, almost out of earshot.

“I don’t have full control of it,” the grunt says.

“You don’t have to straight away. Got to learn all the ropes first.”

“I can cause black outs.”

“You’ll light up the night sky.” Onni still has a hand extended. “I promise.”

“That’s a pretty big promise.” The grunt wavers their hand, almost as if they were going to take Onni’s.

“I reckon you can deliver.” Onni grins. “C’mon. Arm’s getting tired over here.”

The grunt shrugs and laughs and takes Onni’s hand. “Fine. Fine! I’ll join your circus, I guess.”

“Excellent.” Onni shakes their hand. “I’m Onni. I lost my gender subscription, but if you gotta use pronouns, they/them works.”

The grunt blinks at them.

“That alright by you?” Onni applies just a little bit extra pressure to their handshake.

“Oh - no, yeah that’s fine. I’m... Kite. I use ve/vis.” Ve taps vis hand against the bar. “Genderfluid.”

Onni grins. “Delightful. Kite, you’re doing great things already.” They release vis hand.

“I... I am?”

“Sure! Just helped me win a bet with Brass.”

Kite snorts, shaking vis head. “Right.” Ve drains off the rest of vis drink. “You just gotta do one thing for me first.”

“Oh?”

Kite grins. “Come with me to tell Guzma I’m leaving.”

Onni hesitates.

“Or I could... not join your circus, as you so obviously want me to.”

“You’ve already agreed! Applying terms afterwards is just rude.”

“Well, you know us Team Skull types.” Kite laughs. “No manners. Take what you can.” Ve gets to his feet. “But if you’d rather not...”

“Right now?”

“No time like the present. Or – looking at it another way – I should be heading back. Done what I need to.”

“Wallow over a milkshake?” Onni raises their eyebrows.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Kite raises a hand, heading towards the door. “See you!”

Onni flickers a glance between the door and Kite’s back and their milkshake. They groan and drain the drink and hurry after Kite. “You’re going to be trouble I can tell.”

“Yes.” Kite grins, holding the door open. “Yes I am.”

#pokemon #oc #alola #ula'ula island #2nd gen #onni #kite #writing

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themermaidsdragon · 9 months

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Love to Hate You

Warnings: Mildly Dubious Consent, Underage Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Blindfolds, Marking, sex in a broom closet, Slytherins Being Slytherins, Master/Pet, Femdom, Face-Sitting

Chapter 5: Bitter Chocolates and Soft Linens

Summary:

After multiple failed attempts at apologizing, will a candy adventure that leads to the laundry room, finally lead Laurel down the path to forgiveness?

Notes:

In this chapter of Adelia and Laurel, can Adelia really trust him again or will he lose control more often than he thinks? Thanks for reading :)

It was Christmas and Adelia was handing out all of her gifts to her friends. Adelia thought for a couple of weeks if she should give one to Laurel, but after their last interaction, and her not liking him anyways, she decided against it. Though today she was feeling guilty about it. Fuck should I have gotten him something. No fuck him! Just because he is in our friend group, doesn’t mean that I have to! So, screw it! Especially after what he had done to me! Also, I hate him! Ughhhh, so stop thinking about him!

As Adelia circled around her mind with her thoughts, she was quickly trying to go back to her common room, since she finished giving out her gifts, and she didn’t want to even see him. As she made her way down the numerous hallways and down the stairs to her common room, just before she got there, she heard a voice behind her.

“Adelia….”

As she turned around Laurel was standing in behind her.

“What do you want?” Adelia said, annoyed. “I just wanted to give you this.” Laurel said, handing her an envelope. “Ooooo a present from you!” “Yes.” Laurel says with a shocked expression on his face from her reaction.

Adelia walks over to a window and while making eye contact with him drops it out the window. Laurel quickly takes out his wand and catches it before it blows away outside.

“Why would you do that?!” Laurel says, levitating it back into his hand. “...Oops, I made a mistake just like you did. Looks like we all fuck up.” Adelia says, looking at him, and then storming off.

Laurel grabs her wrist and turns her around. “Darling, please let me…..” Adelia was inches away from his face when he turned her. Butterflies filled her stomach remembering what would be happening next. Adelia snapped out of it though, and shoved him back. “No, you don’t get to do that.” Adelia says, holding back her tears, so he doesn’t know. “..Adelia I’m s-” Laurel starts to say as he notices how upset she is. “No, Fuck you. Just don’t.. Leave me alone like you have been, and let me move on, since I don’t trust you or like you anyways.” Adelia says turning her head away from him. “....Okay, I will. Can you just please open this, and then I will go away.”

Adelia took a deep breath holding back the flood gates and took the envelope again. When she opened it, she saw 2 tickets inside and took them out.

“They are tickets to a candy convention. They will be displaying all the newest upcoming candy. So, you will get a sneak peek before it even comes out.” Laurel says, looking at her hold them in her delicate hands. “.....AAAAAAAAaaaa I’m going to get all the newest candy before it even comes out!!! Yayyyyy. This is the best pres-” Adelia stopped herself and got back in control. She needed to remember she was still mad about everything he did. “...Right well obviously I thought the two of us could go, but if you want to take someone else, I understand.” “....Well you did get the tickets…and you are well known because of your last name, so that means maybe we can even go home with some candy.” Adelia says, thinking about it. “Looks like my Slytherin side is really rubbing off on you like I thought. “No, You were an assshole. I just want sweets. There is nothing wrong with that.” Adelia says in protest. “...Right.” Laurel says knowing he won’t win this argument for many reasons. “Well here, take your ticket. I will just meet you there. That way it’s just two separate people going to the same place by happenstance and not a date.” Adelia says, handing him his ticket. “Adelia, you don’t know where it is.” “....Fine, then I’ll meet you outside the front entrance. It’s not a date though!” Adelia says before finally leaving him and going back to her room.

Laurel watched her leave. He was happy he was going to get another chance to apologize. He knew he had to get her back, and luckily after a few years of knowing her, she still is an airhead. All she had to do was look at the location on the ticket., but her air headedness got him another shot.

--------------------------------------------two days later-------------------------------------------------------

On the day of the event Adelia met him down by the entrance of the castle. She was wearing a pink slip dress, and her hair was covered in bows.

“You look lovely, Darling.” Laurel says at the bottom of the steps, as he puts out his hand to escort her to the carriage waiting for them. “You look stupid.” Adelia says completely walking past him, pushing his hand away.

Adelia hops into the carriage and stares at him impatiently. Laurel walks out and gets in with her.

“Adelia, I was really hoping to ap-” “Nope, we are going to be quiet and go to this event. That is all:” Adelia says, staring out of the carriage, as it heads off.

The ride wasn’t too long, and when they arrived Laurel let her get out first and followed behind knowing full well at this point, she wasn't going to take his help. They headed inside, and the entire place was huge. Outside was a bunch of stands giving out the newest candy they made. Adelia ran up to all of them trying out all of the candy. Laurel let her run around and went to each stand she went to after she was done at it. He knew he had to get her back some way and maybe this was the best way.

“Excuse me sir, do you know who I am.” Laurel would say to each vendor. “Now, let me make you an offer you can’t refuse. “He would say taking out his checkbook and paying for the new candy in bulk for her to take home.

Adelia didn’t notice though, as she was too busy going to every single one before the event was over. At one of the vendors, he was showing her the new chocolate frogs that were going to come out.

“Have you heard of the game going on tonight?” the Vendor said, looking at Adelia who was shoving the frogs all in her mouth. Adelia shook her head. “Well, there is a golden card in one of the frogs in a chocolate river. Whoever catches it gets to have it.” Adelia’s face lit up as she ran away to find it.

She stopped at a giant tent where a man wearing a candy uniform was standing outside making an announcement. “Hello, everyone! Thank you for coming today. I hope you are enjoying the event. There is a surprise for everyone here tonight though. In this tent is candy beyond your wildest dreams.” he says as he opens the curtain for people to see inside. The crowd oooo’s and aaa’s as they see a beautiful scenery inside full of rivers, a gazebo, a waterfall, and pathways through trees and gardens. “Everything you see here is made of chocolate. Yes, even the trees. So have your fill and enjoy the last bit of your night.” The host says stepping aside for people to enter.

Adelia was so happy and excited that for just a moment she forgot she was mad at Laurel. She grabbed him by the hand and pulled him quickly with her, as they entered the tent.

“We got to go into the river. We have to grab a frog! It’s a guaranteed golden card!” Adelia says, pulling him. “Adelia, Love, I cannot go in there. Do you want to know how expensive this suit is?” Laurel says, trying to pull his hand away. “Oh, come on, stop being so uptight. I bet you have never been dirty in your life, like not even rolling around in the dirt as a kid.” Adelia says, mocking him. “You are right, so I plan to keep it that way. Don’t worry though I will watch you from here. I like watching you when you are dirty.” Laurel says with a smirk, as he gets his hand away from hers just before, as they get to the river.” Adelia squints at him. “Fine….” Adelia says before pushing him into the river.

Laurel falls in and after a few minutes his head pops back up. Adelia laughs uncontrollably and before she notices, Laurel swims up to her and grabs her ankles to pull her in with him. Adelia falls into the river and pops her head back. “Hey!” Adelia says splashes him with the chocolate. “Oops.” Laurel shrugs, as he swims away.

Adelia swims after him and the two of them enjoy their time in the chocolate river splashing each other back and forth, and even dunking each other's heads under. “There it is!” Adelia shouts pointing at the frog jumping in and out of the water. Laurel pulls out his wand to catch it and brings it over to her. She immediately bites into it and gets the golden card. “Aaaaa thank you! Thank you! Thank You! Adelia says, wrapping her arms around Laurel, hugging him.

There she was again, inches away from his face. “Adelia…” “....We should get back.” Adelia says looking into his eyes before pulling away and getting out of the river. They headed back to the carriage, and it was silent again.

When they got back to the front entrance to Hogwarts. Adelia immediately headed out of the carriage and inside. “Wait…please Adelia.” Laurel said feeling desperate for her to finally just listen to him. “I got you these.” He said pointing to all the crates of candy that wasn’t going to be released till next year.

Adelia tried to stay calm because she was excited seeing it all. “Thanks.” Adelia says before turning back around to go inside. She heard footsteps quickly behind her, and then Laurel’s hands on her waist.

“Adelia, can we go somewhere private?” Laurel said, begging her. “....Fine.” Adelia said finally giving in. She couldn’t hold her strength against him any longer.

Adelia looked around the room, and then at Laurel “Seriously? The laundry room?” She asked. “If someone asks us what we were doing in here, we can say we had to wash our clothes” he smirked. Adelia rolled her eyes. Laurel suddenly pulled her in for a hug, and Adelia’s eyes widened “L-Laurel?” She asked softly. Laurel hugged her a little tighter “Adelia please… just let me finally apologize, I never meant to scare you… I just… lost control” he sighed. Adelia gently patted his back “I mean… it’s not like I didn’t enjoy it at first, the master stuff was pretty hot… it was just when it wasn’t pretending anymore, that is when it scared me” she explained. Laurel felt a little better “Do you… forgive me?” He asked in a meek voice. Adelia heard the sincerity in his voice, and she sighed again “I forgive you Laurel…” she said. Laurel smiled “Oh thank goodness you have no idea how much it means to- “Adelia cuts him off. “On one condition” she says, and Laurel nodded. “Name it and it’s yours” he said expecting her to ask for more candy. “I’m in charge tonight” she said firmly, and Laurel raised a brow. “You… in charge…of me?” He asked and Adelia pushed him to the ground and straddled his hips.

“Really… now you are gonna do what I say…”. Laurel blushed dark as she straddled him… it was odd for him not to be in control… but he didn’t hate it. “Incarcerous” Adelia spoke and bound laurels hands above his head “Who’s the master now?” She smirked and Laurel gulped “Y-you are…” he said softly. Adelia smiled and stood up, taking off her panties. She then straddled his head “Well… how about you eat your master's pussy like a good boy” she purred. Laurel felt himself get harder as he leaned up and began to lick her clit. Adelia moaned and began to grind her hips into his face “Fuck… just like that…” she moaned and tugged his hair, pushing his face against her harder. Laurel pushed his tongue inside her making squeal “Fuck! Fuck yes…” she gasped bucking her hips “Fuck…make your master cum like a good boy!”. Laurel couldn’t deny he liked this side of Adelia…sucking on her clit he felt her thighs begin to shake as she reached her climax “Oh fuck!” She cried. Adelia held still for a moment, taking a few deep breaths. She got off his face and positioned herself between his legs “I… suppose you deserve a reward now…” she smiled and unzipped his pants. taking out his hard cock, she wasted no time in sucking him off. Laurel gasped “M-master holy shit…” Laurel bucked his hips pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. Adelia felt his cock throbbing in her mouth… she loved the feeling of him being at her mercy for once. “M-master …I’m gonna cum” Laurel moaned, and Adelia stopped, swiftly pulling away making Laurel actually whimper. Adelia licked her lips, and now was straddling his hips “Not yet…not until I say so…” she smirked and slammed herself down on his cock making them moan in unison.

Adelia took no time to begin riding his cock, bouncing and grinding against him as she played with her clit. Laurel thrusted his hips in time with hers, sending them both close to the edge. Adelia leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest to leverage herself as she went faster, almost completely pulling out to slams right back down. “Fuck…fuck I’m cumming!” Adelia gasped and Laurel nodded “M-me too…” he groaned. Adelia quickly had him pull out as them both came… Adelia panted hard and looked down at Laurel who looked pretty damn cute when he was tied up and submissive like this…. “Alright Laurel… I forgive you…” she smiled. Laurel huffed and looked up at her “If this is what forgiveness feels like I may apologize more often…”

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