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𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔
summary - we got new neighbours, how do you think it turns out?
warning - smut, oral, fingering, swearing, dark fic (kinda?), some fluff (maybe), stalkerish behaviour, someone might be a panty stealer?, threesome, double penetration, breeding kink, reader is called bunny, age gap, innocent reader.
divider by @firefly-graphics gif and header aren’t mine
I woke up to the sound of birds chirping. I start to stretch. I head to the bathroom to do my morning routine. Before heading down to make myself some breakfast. While preparing my food, I notice a moving van is outside. Curious, I watch as this god-like man walks out of the house next door and towards the truck.
My mouth drops open at the sight of him, slightly long dirty blond hair and a dark beard, fuck me. His shirt looks a bit too tight, but who’s complaining? Watching as he picks up a heavy piece of furniture with no struggle, my thighs clench together. Shaking my head, I decide to continue with my breakfast, making plans on how I should introduce myself to my new neighbour.
As the day passes, I decide to bake some pie for the unknown man. After baking a cherry and an apple pie, I head to my room to get dressed. I put on a cute light blue sundress. I grab the pies and head out the door.
As I make my way to the man’s house, I notice a motorbike that wasn’t there before. Heading up the steps, I walk across the porch to the front door and knock. The door swings open after a second of waiting. Standing there in all of his glory is the man from before.
He smiles, “Hi, how can I help you?” what I don’t notice is how his eyes slowly drag down my body and back up again, having wild thoughts. “Hi, I’m Y/N, your neighbour. I thought I’d welcome you to the neighbourhood with uh these.” I say nervously, thrusting the pies into his hands, stunned. He holds onto them tightly while smiling at me.
“Thank you. I’m Steve. It’s nice to meet you, and uh, you didn’t have to do this.” He gestures to the pies, and I just shrug. The scent coming off of him is getting to me and making my brain all fuzzy. “Do you want to come in?” Nodding, he moves aside to let me in. “You have a nice place.” I smile at him, “Steve! Who was at the doo-” A man with short brown hair and a metal arm stops short once his eyes land on me. “Well, hello, who’s this?” He smirks, looking me up and down while licking his lips, “Uh Buck, this is Y/N. She’s our neighbour, and she baked us some pies.” Bucky moves closer, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, “Well, that’s real nice of you, doll.” My cheeks turn red, and I subtly rub my thighs together (I like to think I did). The attention from both of these men is getting to me.
“Would you like something to drink, doll?” I don’t hear anything he says, as his closeness makes my mind fuzzy. “I think we broke her, Stevie.” Steve moves behind me, running his fingers down my arms. “You okay, darling?”
“Uh huh” Nodding dumbly, I’ve never felt this turned on and so submissive for anyone before. Bucky leans down and stares into my eyes, “You’re going to be a good little bunny for us, aren’t you?” I hum in response, eyes threatening to close as I feel Steve’s hand glide up my leg, and he starts rubbing me through my knickers. They both smirk and attack my neck with kisses.
I whimper and moan as Steve rubs my little button through my knickers. Bucky gets on his knees and lifts my dress. He watches as his best friend works magic against me. Noticing the wet patch that has formed, “Aww, poor bunny. I can’t wait to taste you.” His words shock me to the point of orgasm, spasming against Steve’s hold. Moans escape my lips, pussy clenching around nothing.
I start to cry from the extreme pleasure. Bucky leans forward and starts to suck my clit through my knickers. I grip onto his hair, and screams fall from my lips. “Mmm, you taste delicious, bunny.”
“Y/N”, Steve waves a hand in front of my face, “hello? Doll?” Bucky strokes my cheek while looking into my eyes. “Hmm?” I come back to my senses and realise I was standing there imagining this the whole time. I feel so humiliated that I just zoned out like that.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry! That’s never happened before!” I frantically let out. Steve and Bucky reassure me that it’s okay. “We were just asking if you wanted something to drink before you sorta zoned out.” Making an O face, I quickly nod. “Yes, please, if it’s not too much trouble”, Steve smiles, walking towards the kitchen. “Not at all, bunny.” My brows furrow, “huh?” looking at me, he replies, “I said, not at all, darling.” Shaking my head, it feels so fuzzy. Especially being around these men, “now what would you like? We have tea, coffee, water, juice, etc.?”
“Uh, water, please.” Nodding, he grabs a bottle before heading over and handing it to me. Thanking him, we sit at a table as Bucky puts down a few plates for the pies. While Bucky starts to cut into the apple pie, he groans slightly. “I can’t wait to taste you.” My eyes grow wide, and my mouth opens and closes like a fish. “Sorry?”
He places a piece of pie on our plates while looking at me. He sucks a bit of pie off of his thumb. “I said I couldn’t wait to taste your pie, doll.”
“Oh…” I take a massive gulp of water. After the mishaps, we managed to chat and get to know each other a little more. After a while, it started to get dark, and we said our goodbyes and I headed home. Missing the smirks on their faces.
It’s been a couple of weeks since Steve and Bucky moved in. They’ve been wonderful. Helping out with things even when I’ve said they didn’t have to, but they insisted, and I bake them sweets in return. Today isn’t any different, I don’t know how but my air-con broke, and it’s a scorching day. I got dressed in a small white sundress, having just bought it. It felt so lovely, perfect for this weather. Heading over next door, I knock and wait. Steve answers the door, his chest dripping with sweat and his lower half accompanied by small shorts. I nearly faint. I still haven’t worked out how to control when I’m around them. Yet another pair of knickers are ruined once I feel the slick drench them.
He smiles, taking a sip of his coffee. “Morning, darling. How can we help you this morning?” Playing with my fingers, I shyly smile at him. “Good Morning, Stevie. My air-con is acting up, and I was wondering if you could come to take a look?” I ask while looking up at him so innocently.
In Steve’s mind, he’s trying so hard to control himself as he doesn’t want to scare me off with the image of his cock hardening in his sad excuse of shorts. “Sure we can, darling. Let me just get some clothes on and grab Buck. We’ll meet you over there.” He flashes me a smile, and I thank him.
I hurry home, wanting to get inside as quickly as possible. Once inside, I lean against the door, trying to catch my breath and stop my heart from beating wildly. I keep the door unlocked, head over to the kitchen, and start making some lemonade. Hearing a few knocks, I yell. The door is open. I listen to them enter and make their way to where I am.
“Hi, boys!” I cheerfully greet them. Steve may have been stunned when he opened the door to your dress, but seeing you again now, both he and Bucky froze. Bucky shakes out of it before heading over and greeting you. “Hey, doll.” He rests a hand on my hip and kisses my cheek. I start to blush again, whacking him softly.
Steve heads over to me and places a hand on my other hip, kissing me on my other cheek. I can feel myself throb again. Being between them makes me want to strip and spread out for them. Shakily letting out a breath, I try to calm my hormones down.
“So…” Bucky starts while looking around, “where is this thing?” Steve nods, agreeing. “I’ll have to show you, uh, follow me” I walk towards my bedroom. They stay behind, watching my hips sway. They lick their lips, eyeing me as a predator would prey.
Walking into my room, I point it out. Immediately they get to work. Before I leave the room, I asked if they wanted something to eat or drink, and they asked for lemonade. Once I go to get the drinks, they smirk at each other. I never noticed that the lock on my window was broken and many of my dirty knickers were missing. (Dirty in the sense that every time I was with them, I had to go and change them.)
Walking back in, I hand them their drinks. “Thanks, bunny.” The nickname makes me clench my thighs together. Both men gulp down the drinks. Staring at me while licking their lips. A soft moan leaves my lips, and dirty thoughts enter my mind, but I quickly push them away as I find them inappropriate. “It’s getting a bit hot in here, doll. Do you mind if we take our shirts off?” Choking a bit, I shake my head. “No, uh. Go for it” Watching them take their shirts off was like watching porn. I had to look away quickly. “Why don’t you go and make us some food while we get this fixed for you, bunny” Steve all but commands. Nodding obediently, I hurry out of the room. I return to the kitchen and put on my cute little cherry apron.
I start making some wraps and fruit salads whilst putting a pie in the oven for them. Back in my room, they scout around. Steve heads over to my laundry basket, smirking when he finds a pair of my white knickers with a cute little blue bow on the front. He turns to Bucky and waves them, putting them to his face. He takes a sniff. Groaning, Bucky heads over, and Steve hands it to him. He does the same thing. Bucky throws his head back, cock twitching in his pants.
They look at each other with dark looks on their faces. Hearing footsteps, they quickly rush to their positions. Bucky stuffed the undergarments in his pocket, and they turned to see me walking in. A soft smile on my face, holding a tray of food and drinks for them. “I hope this is okay”, Smiling. Steve walks over. Placing a hand on my cheek, “of course it is, bunny. It’s perfect.” Looking at my cheek, he runs a finger over it. “You’ve got flour on your cheek, little bunny.”
Embarrassed, I go to pull away, but he doesn’t let me as he just smiles warmly at me, a hint of darkness in his eyes. Suddenly he pouts, brows furrowed. Growing worried, I place my hand on his cheek “are you okay? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry!” My words rush out, but he quickly shakes his head. “No, no. You didn’t do anything. I just, well, Bucky and I have been in a lot of pain lately.”
Even more worried, I quickly check for wounds. “Bunny, you won’t be able to see it. But if you want to help, no-never mind. It wouldn’t be right.”
“What is it? I’ll do anything to help! I wouldn’t want you guys to be in pain.” Both Bucky and Steve nearly cum right then and there from my naiveness. “Well, doll… It’s our cocks” My eyes widen, licking my lips. My gaze drops down to their crotches. I look back at their eyes, “what’s wrong with them?” Bucky walks closer and stands next to Steve, licking his lips. He slowly drags his eyes up my body, “well, they keep becoming hard, bunny, and we try to make it go away, but whatever we do doesn’t work, and it’s just so painful. Are you sure you want to help, bunny?”
Slowly nodding my head, both of their faces beam. “How can I help, though?” I pout. They both gently guide me to my bed. They both un-do their pants and pull out their cocks. So big and red and angry looking, like they are in pain, gasping. My thighs rub together, and I look at them for guidance.
“You really are a dumb little bunny. Spit on your hands, baby and then give them to us” I shyly spit on my hands before placing them in their awaiting ones. They smirk at each other again before bringing my hand down to their cocks and wrapping my hands around them, both men groaning. “Is something wrong?” I freak, thinking I put them in more pain. “It’s okay, doll. Just move your hand up and down, and don’t forget to squeeze us a bit. Don’t worry about being too rough. We like it that way.” Groans leave their mouths as I start to stroke their cocks, giving them a firm squeeze. I watched the tip leak with pre-cum, licking my lips and fighting the urge to lean forward and lick it.
Steve notices my struggle. “It’s okay, bunny. You can have a taste. It’ll help with the pain.” Looking up with an innocent look, they both have to try and hold back from cumming. I lean forward and decide to test it with Steve’s cock first. Sticking my tongue out, I lick the tip. He spasms and grunts, hands fisting into the bed sheets. “Jesus, fuck. That’s a good bunny. Keep going, baby. You’re doing so good!”
Happy that I’m making him feel better, I wrap my lips around his tip and start to suck. Whilst still stroking Bucky, Steve grabs ahold of Bucky’s hand and squeezes. His hips jerk up, and his cock goes deeper into my mouth, causing me to gag for a split second before continuing to suck. Fondling his balls, he moans loudly. “Jesus, bunny. I’m going to cum, and you better swallow it all.” Doing my best to nod, I continue my work before he shoots his load down my throat, holding the back of my head, so I don’t try to escape.
Swallowing it all before moving off his cock, I open my mouth and show him. His cock twitches from the action. He praises me, causing me to let out a big grin before turning my attention to Bucky. He watches me with the darkest glint in his eyes, “you going to be a good bunny for me, doll?” Nodding, I lean forward and start to lick his cock, becoming addicted to their taste, wrapping my lips around the tip. I begin to suck hard before moving down his cock by myself, both pairs of eyes grow wide. Looking at each other with disbelief but are happy they’ve turned their little bunny into a little whore.
Drool comes out of the side of my mouth as I suck Bucky’s cock deeper down my throat, doing the same with his balls as I did to Steve’s. I’m so focused on Bucky that I don’t notice Steve get off the bed and lift my little dress behind me. He looks down at my cotton-white-covered pussy, noticing the wet patch. He groans. “Bucky, you should see this.” He takes out his phone and snaps a photo, smirking.
“I can’t wait to taste you, little bunny.” He ducks down, playing with my button before moving my knickers to the side. Leaning forward, he licks a stripe up my pussy. Moans leave my mouth and vibrate around Bucky’s cock. “Fuck, keep doing that.” Steve sucks my clit into his mouth, placing a finger inside of me. Thrusting it inside of me at a fast pace, swirling his tongue. Vibrations are sent through Bucky each time. He grips the back of my head before letting out a loud groan and cumming down my throat.
I swallow, wanting to be their good girl. Being thrust forward, I grip onto Bucky’s thighs, squeals leaving me as Steve continues to eat me out. He stops, and I pout, confused. “Don’t worry, baby. But we’re still in pain, and the only way it’ll go away is if we’re both inside of you.” Bucky says while stroking my cheek.
Looking confused, I just agree as I want to continue to feel the pleasure I felt before. Steve helps me get onto the bed, and all three of us strip down. They stare at my body, looking ready to devour me.
“Buck, did you still want a taste?” Bucky grunts. The next thing he knew was that the finger inside of me was now inside his mouth. “Fuck, doll. You taste so good, next time, I’m going to have a full-on fucking feast, and no one will stop me.”
Placing me onto Bucky’s lap, he lines his cock to the entrance of my pussy. Moaning at the sight of it, I start to beg. Everything I’ve been holding back is finally coming out, “please, oh god, please. I’ve been good!” They both agree. Bucky slides in, and a whimper slips out of me. He groans at the tightness. “Fucking hell, doll. You’re so damn tight.”
My walls squeeze the life out of his cock. He starts to thrust a few times. Feeling me stretch a tiny bit, he moans out when my nails dig into his shoulders. My head tucked into his neck as small whimpers leave me, “oh god… why does it feel so good….” I cry out. I start to bounce on Bucky’s cock. Circling my hips and losing myself to the pleasure. After a while, Steve comes up behind me, “you ready for me, little bunny?” Nodding, Bucky places his hands on my hips, stopping my movements and letting Steve rub his cock against my already filled hole. “Now, this may hurt or feel uncomfortable for a while, bunny. I’ll try to go as gentle as I can.” He reassures me, slowly pushing in. A gasp of pain leaves my lips, causing Bucky to distract me quickly. Bucky brings his lips to mine and pulls me into a deep kiss. With this distraction, Steve pushes all the way in.
None of them move, letting me adjust to both of their cocks inside of me. Leaning back into Steve’s chest, four hands are exploring my body. From grabbing and squeezing my breasts and flicking my nipples. To grabbing and marking the rest of me, Steve’s hand comes to the front and starts to rub my clit.
“Such a good bunny, taking both of us so well.” I pulse around them, and moans leave me as pleasure starts to erupt from inside of me. Whines leave my lips as I become desperate. “Please move. I’m your good bunny…. Oh please, I’ll be so good!” My eyes roll to the back of my head, and they both start to move. As one pulls out, the other pushes in and so forth.
Both pick up the pace, relentlessly pounding into my tiny hole, pounding upwards into me, causing my entire body to bounce. The room filled with groans, moans and grunts. “Fuck, doll. Fuck, you’re squeezing us so tight.” Bucky grabs onto my sides and starts fucking me down onto them, not slowing down, brutally fucking me onto them as their ragdoll. Squeals leave me as I can feel their massive cocks hitting the spot deep inside of me. It feels like they're splitting me open. Fucking into my womb, nails dig into both of their skins.
Steve leans down and whispers into my ear, “you like this, bunny? You want us to cum deep inside of you and breed you? Have you full of our babies, hm? - Fuck… I can feel that you like that, bunny.” My eyes roll entirely to the back of my head, my brain completely fuzzy. They feel me go completely limp. Smirking at each other, they continue. Cumming deep inside of me, then maneuvering me into another position.
Their constant fucking went on for hours, using my body to their liking. Occasionally I’d wake, moaning and clawing at them from being overstimulated so many times. Only to black out again. For hours, taking turns eating me out, stuffing me full of cum. Once they finished. Steve got up and grabbed a cloth, running it under water. He walks over and starts to clean me.
“Mmm, no more, please,” I mumble, still dazed. Bucky kisses my head, “don’t worry, doll. We won’t continue. Did you want us to run you a bath and order food?” He asks, pushing hair out of my face. Both of them looked at me fondly, nodding my head. Steve picks me up and carries me bridal style towards the bathroom.
Bucky walks ahead and starts the bath for me, putting in some oils and bubbles. Steve places me in the tub, “just relax, bunny. You did good for us.” He kisses my forehead before they both head out of the room, grabbing hold of the sheets. They swap them for cleaner ones and place the dirty ones in the laundry.
“Well… that went great, don’t you think, Stevie?” Bucky smirks, and Steve nods. “I didn’t think it would be so easy, but now she’s ours forever.”
Bucky orders some food while Steve comes into the bathroom, helping me wash myself and my hair. He was running his fingers through it, giving my scalp a massage, causing little noises to leave my mouth. Once I’ve finished the bath, Steve helps me out and wraps me in a towel, heading back to the room. He dries me and then dresses me in a soft white nightie.
Bucky walks in and smiles at me. I ordered us some pizza, doll. I hope that’s alright.” Nodding, I make grabby hands towards him. He walks over and coos at me, taking me out of Steve’s arms and holding me.
“You ours, doll?” I nod, “words, bunny.”
“Yes, I’m yours.”
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One of the many, many dragon AUs lurking in my docs.
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Dick wakes up to pain. The memory of pain, and the throbbing hyperawareness of too-sensitive skin, like he stayed too long in the sun. He shifts, and his skin feels stiff, but it doesn’t prompt the shrieking agony that Dick remembers distantly, so he weakly pushes up on an elbow and blinks open his eyes.
Gleaming, golden light dances around him, glittering like he’s inside a jewel, and Dick is lying on fur so soft that it barely irritates his painful skin. His clothes—well, that is a cause for alarm, he’s wearing what looks like a cotton shift and nothing else, not his boots or belt or pack in easy sight and—
Dick raises his head to take in the full enormity of where he is, and is unable to comprehend it before a blur of scales and claws slams into him.
There are claws raking across his skin, flashes of burning-throbbing-pain dancing up and down his chest, and he can’t breathe. He only realizes he’s flat on his back when the dark scales filling his vision disappear, and he can see the cave’s shadowed ceiling.
There’s a low, rumbling growl cutting over familiar high-pitched squeaks, and it’s enough to make Dick snap upright again.
It’s the big dragon. The orange-and-black one. Incredibly, the massive cave only makes him look bigger, his scale dwarfing the piles of—of gold and jewels and trinkets and luxuries piled high around him. He has a much, much tinier dragonet in each wingclaw—one orange and black, just like him, and the other mostly gray with a head of yellow-orange scales.
The third dragonet—all black, the one from the egg Dick rescued, scampers free from behind the bigger dragon’s legs and makes a beeline for Dick. The large dragon’s growl sounds louder, but the dragonet plows into Dick—ow, ow, fuck that hurts—and Dick curls protectively around him before anything else can happen.
The big dragon’s eye narrows. A puff of smoke comes from a nostril. Dick clutches the pile of wriggling limbs tighter, and ignores how each movement sparks fresh pain in his trembling limbs.
The last time, he got flamed alive. He’s not sure how he’s still breathing, why the skin down his arms is the pink of newly healed and not the black-white-cracked-red of dead. He’s shaking so hard it feels like he’s been dumped in snow, his heart pounding in his ears, his body warring between the desire to run and get away from danger and the sheer, terrifying certainty that it won’t make a difference.
The two dragonets escape the big dragon as well and shoot for Dick, flying ungainly and essentially collapsing on top of him. Dick ends up on his back again, biting through his lip to avoid shouting at the fresh wave of pain, but staying perfectly still as the dragonets crawl over him and curl on top of him.
They’ve left his face free and Dick can see the moment the big dragon appears into view and bends down. Dick stops breathing, eyes screwed up, but at the lack of heat he opens them. The dragon is close enough to touch.
:Enough: comes the snarling echo as the dragonets all hiss :Get off of him, now.:
He delicately catches a dragonet with a wingclaw before lifting them off of Dick. The dragonet protests bitterly, shrieking in affront, but the big dragon ignores them and picks another one off.
It takes Dick a startlingly long moment to realize that the dragonets are his. They’re—they’re his babies, his eggs, and no wonder the dragon attacked him if he thought that Dick was—Dick lowers his gaze to the remaining dragonet in his arms, and up to the large dragon.
:Idiot human: broadcasts loud and clear into his head. The dragon looks supremely unimpressed. :Where did you think the egg came from?:
“You could’ve just explained that,” Dick croaks out, because the dragon had flamed first and not asked any questions.
:I don’t explain things to egg-stealers: the dragon bristles in outrage, stirring all three dragonets into hissing, and Dick can’t help the instinctive reaction to curl up at the weight of fury.
No flames. No heat. Dick cracks open an eye, and when he doesn’t see imminent sign of attack, uncurls further, loosening his grip on the black dragonet.
The dragonet doesn’t care, he merely pushes further into Dick’s grasp, like an indolent cat.
:Grant: comes the echo inside his head. The large dragon lifts the left wingclaw, and then the right. :Joseph. Rose. And my name is Slade.:
“They’re nice names,” Dick dares to venture, “and nice children.”
Slade gives him the flattest look he’s ever seen a dragon wear. The two dragonets in his grasp are struggling in impotent outrage. Grant is nearly blanketing Dick, sprawled out with a sense of smug satisfaction. His siblings aren’t pleased.
The squeaking grows louder and Slade snarls—the sound is loud enough to reverberate in Dick’s bones. :He is not your mother: Slade snaps, :I don’t care what Grant told you.:
#my snippets#sladick#dragon au#poor dickie is lost and confused#he's been parent trapped#too many ideas not enough coherence
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Cookie Stealer
Anh Yujin x F! Reader
Warnings: fluff and suggestive
Word Count: 1.2k
A/n: 👩🍳🍪
☃︎ ❅ ☃︎
The rich aroma of warm chocolate chip cookies wafted through every corner of my apartment, embracing the air with its irresistible scent. It was a labor of love that took a good two hours to perfect. Admittedly, there were a few hiccups along the way—I might've added a bit too much vanilla extract and had a minor flour mishap, but in the end, the result was worth every moment of the baking adventure.
After carefully arranging the freshly baked cookies on a plate, I headed for a refreshing shower to unwind. However, upon returning, an eerie sight awaited me. Half of the cookies had mysteriously vanished from the plate, leaving me both bewildered and a tad uneasy. Living alone, the sudden disappearance felt surreal—especially since the spare key was only with my girlfriend, Yujin. But she was engrossed in her practice and wouldn't be home until much later.
My mind raced through improbable scenarios, trying to rationalize the inexplicable occurrence. Was it a prank? Had someone gained access to the apartment? The thought sent a chill down my spine, the apartment feeling oddly unfamiliar in that moment. Every creak or subtle noise amplified, heightening my sense of unease.
Little did I know, Yujin had actually returned home earlier than expected, hunger pangs driving her straight to the cookies. Sneaking in quietly, she couldn't resist the temptation of the freshly baked treats. She indulged in a few cookies, savoring each bite while I remained oblivious in the shower.
Meanwhile, the mystery continued to weigh on me as I scanned the apartment cautiously, unaware that the answer to the disappearing cookies was closer than I could've imagined. The thought of an unknown presence lingered, unsettling my senses, while just a few feet away, Yujin relished her impromptu cookie feast, completely undetected.
As I pondered the bizarre situation, the truth remained elusive, shrouded in the quiet mystery that enveloped the apartment.
As I tiptoed around the apartment, my mind conjuring wild theories of cookie bandits and stealthy intruders, I nearly dropped the towel wrapped around me when I saw Yujin, perched on the couch with a mischievous grin. I hadn't expected her to be there; my surprise was palpable.
'Hey there, cookie detective. Something mysterious happened while you were in your oh-so-relaxing shower,' she teased, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
I struggled to regain composure, 'Oh, really? Do tell.' I tried to sound casual, failing miserably in my attempt.
'Well, imagine this,' she began dramatically, 'a starving cookie monster sneaks in and devours your freshly baked treasures!' She flourished her hands with theatrical flair.
Before I could respond, I caught sight of the telltale crumbs on her fingertips, and the accusation burst out of me, 'YOU! YOU COOKIE STEALER!'
Her laughter filled the room as she raised her hands in mock surrender, 'Guilty as charged! But those cookies were simply too irresistible.'
Amidst the laughter and playful banter, the surprise of finding Yujin at home added an extra layer of hilarity to the moment. The mystery of the missing cookies had dissolved into a shared, spontaneous midnight snack, leaving us both in stitches and the plate that once held a full batch now carrying the remnants of our impromptu indulgence.
Amidst the laughter and playful banter, I couldn't help but notice a smudge of chocolate lingering at the corner of Yujin's lips. As she chuckled, unaware of the sweet evidence decorating her face, a wave of tenderness swept over me.
'Hold on a second,' I chuckled, trying to contain my own amusement, 'you've got a little something right here.'
With a playful twinkle in her eye, she paused mid-laugh as I gently reached over and swiped the chocolate smudge off the corner of her mouth. Her laughter softened into a smile, her gaze meeting mine, a wordless exchange of affection between us.
'Better?' I grinned, holding back a grin of my own.
She nodded, her smile widening, 'Much better, thanks.'
In that simple moment, amidst the remnants of our midnight snack and the shared laughter, there was an unspoken warmth that enveloped us. It was these little gestures, these stolen moments of tenderness, that made our bond even sweeter than the stolen cookies.
As the laughter settled into a comfortable silence, I found myself caught in a moment of quiet appreciation. The simple act of wiping the smudge of chocolate from Yujin's lips felt like a tender symphony of shared affection, a language only we understood.
In the soft glow of the morning light, our apartment transformed into a haven of coziness. The remnants of our impromptu midnight snack lay scattered on the plate, a testament to the joyous spontaneity that colored our lives.
Glancing at Yujin, her eyes mirrored a familiarity that spoke volumes, a silent language we'd developed over countless moments like this. It was in these stolen moments of intimacy, the stolen cookies serving as mere catalysts, that our bond flourished.
A playful smile danced on her lips as I removed the trace of chocolate, her gaze meeting mine in a wordless exchange of affection. It was the simplest of gestures, the tenderness of the moment that made our connection resonate with a sweetness beyond words.
The quietude of the morning wrapped around us like a warm embrace, amplifying the sense of togetherness we shared. In these small, cherished moments, I found gratitude in the knowledge that our relationship was not only built on grand adventures but also on the whispers of affection exchanged in the everyday.
With a heart full of warmth, I leaned in, stealing a brief but tender moment, capturing the sweetness of our love in a gentle kiss. And as we lingered in that shared embrace, amidst the echo of laughter and the warmth of our affection, I knew that it was these stolen, tender moments that made life infinitely sweeter—moments painted with the hues of love, laughter, and a plate once laden with cookies, now brimming with the sweetness of our connection.
As our laughter resonated through the room, I couldn't help but shake my head in mock disapproval. "Next time, don't eat my Chocolate chip cookies," I playfully scolded, my tone laced with a hint of feigned seriousness.
Yujin's smirk widened mischievously, her playful demeanor dancing in her eyes. "Okay, next time I'll only eat yours," she retorted, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
Her teasing remark caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but react. With a dramatic gasp, I lightly slapped her arm, pretending shock, "Yujin!" I exclaimed, though my laughter betrayed any hint of actual offense.
Our laughter intertwined in the air, filling the room with a joyous melody that seemed to harmonize perfectly with the lingering scent of freshly baked cookies. Love, unmistakable and warm, embraced us amidst our playful exchange, weaving through the atmosphere and binding us closer together.
In that moment, surrounded by laughter, love, and the aroma of baked treats, the simple pleasure of being together felt like a treasure too precious to measure. And as our playful banter subsided into shared chuckles, the promise of more moments like these filled the air, wrapping us in the comfort of an unspoken vow—to cherish the sweetness of each other's company, whether it be in stolen cookies or stolen playful jibes.
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#bitchiswild#BIW.WRITES#ive imagines#ive x reader#ive yujin#ive#anh yujin#yujin imagines#ahn yujin x reader#yujin x reader#ahn yujin
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TEAM TRIPS WAHHHH those late night bus rides where everyone is quietly content for the day, saving a spot for you to sit next to him, sharing earbuds and falling asleep on his shoulder as the bus lights dim..... this is so not specifically personal to me or anything........... i think this series might kill me
ok i just needed to write a drabble for this bc this is so cute. i accidentally left out the headphone sharing part but..
“What the hell are you doing?” From the corner of his eye, Jake catches your twitching hand making its way onto his thigh.
The dimmer it got outside, the closer you’ve been scooting over the line separating your seats—and the closer your hand has been inching towards his own. If it was Bradley doing this, Jake would tell him to shove off and go sit with the coach’s daughter. But three hours into the drive to the hotel, he’d already done that.
And if he were to push you away, that would only add on to his teammates’ ongoing joke that he only makes you unhappy when he’s near you.
She looks like she’s about to shit herself when she sees you. Notice how she stops smiling when she sees your ugly frown. Seresin the smile stealer.
Finally, the shock registers in your brain that your pinky is on his leg. On the leg of the guy you had a pathetic crush on, to the point that you’d been trying to simmer your laughter around him, because you overheard him complain that Bradshaw’s laughter was the worst thing he’s ever heard.
Mortified, you jolt a safe three inches away from him, maintaining the original gap left between you two. “‘M sorry. I just—I’m scared of the dark. And the bus driver…shut off the aisle lights,” you meekly explain, embarrassment pumping your unsteady heartbeat.
Then it’s quiet again as you drill your eyes into the headrest of the seat in front of you. The only sound that catches your ear is a calm blend of everyone’s soft snoring around you and a faint rustling from your new seat partner.
Suddenly, the side of Jake’s thigh is pressed against yours again, blanketing the left side of your body in a strangely comforting warmth that diffuses through you. Because he—because Jake Seresin moved closer to you.
Jake Seresin. Closer. To. You.
Eyes stretched like saucers, you snap your head in his direction but he’s already steered his attention to look out the window.
“I just asked what you were doing. I didn’t tell you to move,” he says plainly, extending his arm to grab your hand.
“If you were scared, you coulda’ just said so,” he whispers through pursed lips, moving your entwined hands into his lap.
All you can do is stare at him in awe, appreciation knocking over the back of your head like a wave. This was the same Jake Seresin that hated the way other people’s skin felt on his. This was the same Jake Seresin that you fought the urge to smile around because you liked him so much.
At that, you’re driven to snuggle into his side—and oddly enough, he lets you.
And maybe it’s just your blissful imagination, but you feel him stroke your knuckles with his large thumb when you press a cheek to his chest.
“I knew you were nice,” you finally giggle, forgetting your self-reminders to not do that.
Lifting your head against his team hoodie, your eyes glitter when you catch the corner of his lips twitch into a smile.
“Took you that long to figure it out, Giggles? Maybe if you weren’t frowning so much I’d get a chance to ask you out.”
Jake tilts his head to look at the fluster on your face, biting his lip to stifle his amusement.
“Yes—I yes. If you’re asking me out, yes,” you blurt, a little too loudly.
Jake nods at you in confirmation, letting himself finally smile at you.
Embarrassed, you clear your throat, face hot at the sudden realization that you didn’t have to try so hard to make him like you this whole time.
“Can I….hang out with you tonight? When we get to the hotel? Bradley keeps comin’ into the girl’s room because—” You cut yourself off with a yawn, stirred by a sudden spell of sleepiness from how warm Jake is.
“Mm, I dunno,” he pretends to mull over the idea, not caring enough to lower his voice for the sake of his snoring team.
“If you wanna hang with me all night, you gotta sleep baby,” he offers, grinning when he feels you squeeze his hand at the pet name.
“I–I can sleep. I’ll sleep right now,” you quickly answer, scrambling in your seat to pull closer to him.
At this point, the interior of the bus is coated in noticeable darkness because the sun had just set. Though, you barely notice it—as your fear of the dark recedes to the back of your mind.
You're fully focused on the fact that Jake lets you cuddle him for the rest of the ride.
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Finals week was killing Robin. She loved college, loved that the things that made her a weirdo in highscool actually were seen as cool in college. But finals week was going to kill her. She had been pulling late nights in the library every day this week, she was exhausted and just wanted to go home after a long night of studying, only Steve platonic love of her life was late to pick her up and also not picking up his damn phone.
It was well past closing at the library so she couldnt even sit inside until he finally got here meaning she was stuck sitting on the curb and hoping she didnt get kidnapped. Robin was debating just spending the $15 she didnt have on a uber home when a presence made itself known behind her.
Robin jumped to her feet at the sound of someone clearing their throat.
"Fuck! Please dont steal me and sell my organs on the black market, my family has a history of kidney disease so stealing them really really isnt worth it" Robin blurted as she whirrled around almost losing her balance with the quick movement, her hands coming up in front of her in a defensive position only to come face to face with the cutest girl she had ever seen.
"Im sorry i didn't mean to scare you" said the girl as she brought a hand up to stifle her giggles at Robins antics "i was just wondering if you were okay? Its pretty late and i didnt want to leave you out here without checking"
Robin pressed a hand to her chest taking in deep breaths to try and calm her racing heart. "Yeah im okay, my roomate is late picking me up but i think i might just uber home, dont wanna keep sitting out here until someone decides to come steal me and my organs" Robin replied with an awkward laugh "unless of course the uber driver moonlights as an organ stealer then i guess im out a genetically sub-par kidney".
The girl laughed for real this time not bothering to stifle it behind her hand as she smiled at Robin brightly.
"Your name is Robin right? I'm Chrissy, i work in the library part time I've seen you working late every night this week" the girl- Chrissy- said "i could give you a ride home if you want?"
"Oh no i couldnt ask you to do that" Robin replied waving her hands around for emphasis
"Please? I'd feel awful leaving you out here this late, I promise not to steal and sell your kidneys, especially since i know now that i wont make enough off them to cover tuition" Chrissy joked, smiling at Robin brightly.
'I'd give you both my kidneys and my heart if you just keep smiling at me like that' Robin thought, her brain going all fuzzy under the force that was a beautiful girl like Chrissy smiling at her like that.
"If you let me drive you home you can keep your kidneys but maybe we could talk about you giving me your heart over coffee once finals are over?" Chrissy said her smile somehow getting brighter
"Oh god i said that out loud didnt i?" Robin said burying her face in her hands, mortified.
"That you did, now come on im parked over this way" Chrissy said extending a hand out to Robin "we wouldnt want someone to steal your heart and kidneys before we can get that coffee"
"No" Robin replied, removing her hands from her face and reaching out to take Chrissys warm hand in her own "we definitely wouldn't want that"
#finals are killing me so i decided theyre also killing robin#she and I both deserve some fluff though so chrissy is here to save the day#steve accidentally fell asleep after his shift which is why he didnt pick up robin. i think he'll be forgivin though#since robin is getting a date out of it#and a girlfriend bc the date is gonna go amazing#steve is 100% gonna take credit for thwm getring together in his best man speech#anyways this was inspired by my own late night at the library#buckingham#buckingham fic#robin buckley#chrissy cunningham#goodnight beloveds i am exhausted#buckingham ficlet#stranger things ficlet
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Chains were my Home.
@ironicallypresant said:
Regulus turns James to the dark side and raises Harry 👀
Regulus smiles as Harry runs across the yard, a kite charmed to follow his toy wand as he waves it up and over. His son's laughter echoes through the green hills, overlapping with the wind blowing gently through the green trees and the dancing flowers.
It's nothing like the sound of the city where Regulus grew up. No muggles with their loud machine zooming by the street at odd hours, no constant rain downpouring, and no grey drop back to merry old London. Regulus adores their country home, colorful, bright, and utterly alone.
He leans back, closing his eyes, to feel the wind on his face enjoying their well-earned peace. He opens them to watch his son giggle to himself as he slashes the air with his toy, the kite following the movement only seconds after. Harry stops and runs back, squealing with laughter.
"He seems to be enjoying himself," James says with amusement. Regulus turns to watch his husband leave the kitchen carrying their lunch on a tray. It looks like some sandwiches and a large pitcher of juice. A few sheep made of broccoli are piled on one side of a plate- James' latest attempt to convince Harry to eat his vegetables.
Harry won't eat those. He'll just play farmer with them. Regulus thinks, amused but keeps that bit of information to himself. He instead sits up, curling his legs towards him on the lodging chair, as James quickly sits up a table for them. He's not wearing a shirt, and Regulus' eyes run appreciative over his body.
His eyes trace the Dark Mark on James' forearm before dropping to the add-ons chains that wrap around James' torso. He adores those chains and loves tracing them with his fingers and tongue when Harry sleeps because they are physical evidence that James is his.
James Potter's tattooed chains, which originate from the Dark Mark, are why he will never be able to step one foot off the ten acres of land the Dark Lord graciously let them live on. His son has a similar ward inked onto his skin, but Harry's originates from the collar-like band around his neck- a Mark all unpure blood must wear under Lord Voldemort's rule.
Harry is a half-blood due to his Mudblood mother, whom Regulus made disappear only hours after she gave birth to his son. She did put up one hell of a duel, but ultimately she had been too weak to fight him off, and she died in the hospital wing for new mothers.
As far as James knows, that magic-stealer died in childbirth, and while he struggled to love the cause of her so-called death- poor little Harry had to earn his father's love- Regulus had appeared to support him in his darkest time.
Turning him to the dark while he helped put James back together again made sense. He was everything the other man needed, and only a few sweet words had him seeing that Lord Voldemort was trying to save magic from the unpure.
Harry is unpure- a half-blood, so he had to be branded. Of course, Regulus took him in and made him a son rather than the slave other half-bloods were destined to be, but he always had a soft spot for his servants. It took James until Harry was five before he got over the child being the end of his wife and stopped glaring at the child. He even plays with him sometimes now.
It was only because Harry had started to copy Regulus that he finally saw his new pure-blooded partner in the miniature version of himself.
Regulus fought long and hard in the war, which meant he had some of the Dark Lord's ears. After killing his blood traitor of a brother and locating the hideout of the Order- a small group of resistance fighters Sirius had foolishly joined- he asked his great leader if he could retire to raise his family in peace.
Lord Voldemort allowed it under the condition James and Harry Potter would be cut off from the rest of the world. It suited Regulus just fine- at that point, James was a shell of who he once was, and Harry couldn't even form a sentence yet. He made the deal exchanging his ancestral home and all within it, was given this plot of land, and took his family to live in the countryside where the screams of war could not reach them.
Of course, he leaves it occasionally to attend Death Eater meetings, but with the fall of the ministry, there wasn't much who could stand in their way anymore.
His husband will never know what became of his once home- Regulus makes sure that he has no outside contact with the world. As far as James knew, the war still raged on and Regulus was bravely keeping them safe by venturing the battlefield for them. The chains were meant to hide and protect them, not keep them trapped there. He would die with that belief.
Regulus has killed for less after all.
(A few years later, he would wake to broken wards and his son stolen by the Boy-Who-Survives Neville Longbottom. Harry would break his heart, siding with Longbottom and ripping off his brand, snaring in his face that he would never be chained up again. James would be long dead, so at least he would not see their son become a bloody resistance fighter.)
#hpdabbles#Dark James#Dark Regulus#voldemort wins au#Regulus sees Harry as a son in a pet sort of way#James blames Harry for Lily death#Chains were my home Au#Regulus prompts
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headcannons for marauders era characters' fav period accurate genre and artists because they can't all only listen to queen and bowie
(@queerdeadwizards and @todayiseverything)
james: yacht rock, supertramp, stealers wheel, the beach boys (he's here for good times and easy listening okay, also i love these bands so)
remus: punk, ian dury, the clash, x-ray specs (my current personal favs)
peter: british blues rock, zeppelin, clapton, the animals (and he never talks about it)
sirius: glam rock, queen, bowie, t.rex (but like actually i really think this okay it just fits them)
lily: folk rock, fleetwood mac, bob dylan, the mamas and the papas (actually has a lot of overlap with james's taste in music, she talks to him about it sometimes)
dorcas: avant-garde jazz, sonny sharrock, pharaoh sanders, frank write (it doesn't sound good but it sounds interesting, art-house music)
marlene: british feminist rock, devil's dykes. clapperclaw, jam today (really interesting sub-culture, hard to find online sometimes but worth the dig)
mary: disco, kc sunshine and the band, kool and the gang, the beegees (she likes to dance okay)
regulus: 50s pop/jazz, chet baker, the platters, the mills brothers (reg is a pop girlie and an old soul, he loves this stuff and i stand by it)
barty: new wave, talking heads, joy division, bauhaus (i don't really have a reason i just associate it with him)
evan: german import synthrock, kraftwerk, tangerine dream, klaus schulze (think 80s berlin underground clubs, this is the precursor to that type of music)
pandora: psychedelic; donovan, comus, vashti bunyan (whimsical, like her)
#some of these are period accurate as in they could have listened to it n the 70s not as in they're all actually 70s artists#quite a few are from a bit earlier but i also think that's quite realistic#i loved coming up with this i love music sm#marauders#music recs#gwen speaks
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Fourth Doctor - Project: Blue Box
TV stories
◆ Robot
◆ The Ark in Space
◆ The Sontaran Experiment
◆ Genesis of the Daleks
◆ Revenge of the Cybermen
◆ Terror of the Zygons
◆ Planet of Evil
◆ Pyramids of Mars
◆ The Android Invasion
◆ The Brain of Morbius
◆ The Seeds of Doom
◆ The Masque of the Mandragora
◆ The Hand of Fear
◆ The Deadly Assassin
◆ The Face of Evil
◆ The Robots of Death
◆ The Talons of Weng-Chiang
◆ Horror of Fang Rock
◆ The Invisible Enemy
◆ Image of the Fendahl
◆ The Sun Makers
◆ Underworld
◆ The Invasion of Time
◆ The Ribos Operation
◆ The Pirate Planet
◆ The Stones of Blood
◆ The Androids of Tara
◆ The Power of Kroll
◆ The Armageddon Factor
◆ Destiny of the Daleks
◆ City of Death
◆ The Creature from the Pit
◆ Nightmare of Eden
◆ The Horns of Nimon
◆ Shada
◆ The Leisure Hive
◆ Meglos
◆ Full Circle
◆ State of Decay
◆ Warrior’s Gate
◆ The Keeper of Traken
◆ Logopolis
Audio stories
- 4th Doctor Adventures & Audio Novels
◆ The Watchers
◆ Night of the Stormcrow
◆ Destination: Nerva
◆ The Renaissance Man
◆ The Wrath of the Iceni
◆ Energy of the Daleks
◆ Trail of the White Worm/The Oseidon Adventures
◆ The Auntie Matter
◆ The Sands of Life/War Against the Laan
◆ The Justice of Jalxar
◆ Phantoms of the Deep
◆ The Dalek Contract/The Final Phase
◆ The King of Sontar
◆ White Ghosts
◆ The Crooked Man
◆ The Evil One
◆ Last of the Colophon
◆ Destroy the Infinite
◆ The Abandoned
◆ Zygon Hunt
◆ The Exxilons
◆ The Darkness of Glass
◆ Requiem for the Rocket Men
◆ Death Match
◆ Suburban Hell
◆ The Cloisters of Terror
◆ The Fate of Krelos/Return to Telos
◆ Wave of Destruction
◆ The Labyrinth of Buda Castle
◆ The Paradox Planet/Legacy of Death
◆ Gallery of Ghouls
◆ The Trouble with Drax
◆ The Pursuit of History/Casualties of Time
◆ The Beast of Kravenos
◆ The Eternal Battle
◆ The Silent Scream
◆ Dethras
◆ The Haunting of Malkin Place
◆ Subterranea
◆ The Mavellan Grave
◆ The Skin of the Sleek/The Thief Who Stole Time
◆ The Sons of Kaldor
◆ The Crowmarsh Experiment
◆ The Mind Runners/The Demon Rises
◆ The Shadow of London
◆ The Bad Penny
◆ Kill the Doctor!/The Age of Sutekh
◆ The Sinestran Kill
◆ Planet of the Drashigs
◆ The Enchantress of Numbers
◆ The False Guardian/Time’s Assassin
◆ Fever Island
◆ The Perfect Prisoners
◆ Purgatory 12
◆ Chase the Night
◆ The Planet of the Witches
◆ The Quest of the Engineer
◆ Shadow of the Sun
◆ The World Traders
◆ The Day of the Comet
◆ The Tribulations of Thadeus Nook
◆ The Primeval Design
◆ Blood of the Time Lords
◆ The Ravencliff Witch
◆ The Dreams of Avarice
◆ Shellshock
◆ Peake Season
◆ Ice Heist
◆ Antilia the Lost
◆ The Wizard of Time
◆ The Friendly Invasion
◆ Stone Cold
◆ The Ghost of Margaret
◆ Storm of the Sea Devils
◆ World Beyond
◆ Matryoshka
◆ The Caged Assassin
◆ Metamorphosis
◆ The Face in the Storm
◆ Dominant Species
- The Companion Chronicles
◆ The Child
◆ The Catalyst
◆ Empathy Games
◆ The Time Vampire
◆ Ferril’s Folly
◆ Tales from the Vault
◆ The Stealers from Saiph
◆ The Beautiful People
◆ The Pyralis Effect
◆ Luna Romana
◆ The Invasion of E-Space
- The Lost Stories
◆ The Foe from the Future
◆ The Valley of Death
◆ The Doomsday Contract
- Past Doctors, New Monsters
◆ Night of the Vashta Nerada
- Phillip Hinchcliffe Presents
◆ The Ghosts of Gralstead
◆ The Devil’s Armada
◆ The Genesis Chamber
◆ The Helm of Awe
◆ The God of Panthoms
- Short Trips
◆ #HarrySullivan
◆ Collector’s Item
◆ The Wondrous Box
◆ How to Win Planets and Influence People
◆ Chain Reaction
◆ Only Connect
◆ Deleted Scenes
◆ The Revisionists
◆ Death-Dealer
◆ The Ghost Trap
◆ Black Dog
◆ The Beast of Muir
◆ Sound the Siren and I’ll Come To You Comrade
◆ The Smallest Bride
◆ String Theory
◆ I Am the Master
◆ The Warren Legacy
◆ The Doctor’s First XI
◆ The Old Rogue
◆ Breadcrumbs
◆ Waiting for Gadot
◆ A Full Life
◆ Messages from the Dead
◆ Erasure
Books
◆ The Romance of Crime
◆ System Shock
◆ Managra
◆ The English Way of Crime
◆ The Shadow of Weng-Chiang
◆ A Device of Death
◆ The Well-Mannered War
◆ Eye of Heaven
◆ Last Man Running
◆ Millenium Shock
◆ Corpse Maker
◆ Tomb of Valdemar
◆ Festival of Death
◆ Asylum
◆ Psi-ence
◆ Drift
◆ Wolfsbane
◆ Match of the Day
◆ The Drasten Curse
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5 for the prompt list! Maybe Brick and Princess are doing villain shenanigans and Boomer is randomly like, “Omg my brother is legally actually capable of getting married! Please don’t split up!” It’s up to you if Brick and Princess actually like each other or if Boomer’s just being sentimental
this ask was a challenge. I don’t think I’ve ever written these three together without one of the girls before. Literally, just three people who’d stare at each other until someone breathed too loudly, and they’d all start yelling. so i added butch
This isn't romantic. Sorry, anon. To me, Princess is gay forever and always no exceptions lololol but this story aint about her. Boomer’s a show stealer. It just is what it is.
Prompt 5: this marriage was supposed to be a scam but, but listen,
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“Princess!” Brick yelled from the other room, evidently at the end of his rope, “Get it through your thick fucking skull! You broke up with her! She isn’t coming back!”
“I’m not paying you to hear your opinions! I’m paying you to break! Them! Up!” Princess screeched back.
“They’re getting married in a month! Nothing you’ve done has worked! Throw in the towel!”
“Do I have to remind you? You’re under contract, and—and don’t walk away from me!” Princess stomped after Brick, “We have work to do! There’s no way in hell I’ll allow this wedding to happen!”
“No!” Brick bellowed, “I’m done! I quit! This relationship is over!”
A door somewhere in the depths of Princess’s Mega-McMansion slammed shut, echoing down the large, empty marbled halls. Princess and Brick’s argument was now muted, moving deeper into the labyrinth Princess called home. Boomer’s head shot up from the massage table at the sound of the door slamming shut. Their argument planted a seed of panic in his gut, and he scrambled to get off the table. He kicked the masseuse away and ripped the layers of fine linens and silks he had draped over himself earlier that morning. However, as tangled up as he was in the imprisoning grandeur, he fell to the floor in one massive heap.
“Butch,” He hissed at his brother across the room, “Butch, did you hear that?”
“Hard to miss.” Butch sniffed, eyes glued to his phone. He sat in an obnoxiously big recliner, which, at this point, was practically molded to his body.
Boomer scoffed, waving off the masseuse’s attempt to help him up, “Stop acting so casual! This is bad!”
“Uh-huh.” Butch flatly agreed.
Boomer freed himself from the expensive fabrics and jumped up, fixing the Gucci sunglasses that sat askew on his head. He shuffled over to Butch, careful not to let his freshly pedicured toes touch the ground.
“This can’t be happening!” He whined, pulling his mulberry silk robe tight around him as if he had pearls that he could be clutching.
“Welp,” Butch popped the ‘p,’ placing his ratty ass sneakers onto the gold-leafed and marbled coffee table Princess had imported from Italy, “it is, so, yep.”
“No,” Boomer shook his head, disturbing his beautifully deep-conditioned golden curls, “No, no, I’ve grown accustomed to a certain standard of living. I can’t be poor again. I can’t drink tap water. My palette is far too delicate for harsh minerals. I know that now, an-and I can’t just go back!” He brought a hand to his chest, “Oh god, I think I’m having a panic attack. This can’t be happening! Where’s Jeeves? Or Carmichael? I need a vitamin water, now, or—or—” He threw himself across the fainting couch, ringing his tiny service bell, ”—we have to do something, Butch!”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“Yeah,” Boomer sat up, accepting a vitamin water from Carmichael and a protein-infused snack, “We have to—” he talked through a mouthful, “—do something, you’re right.”
“I did not say that.”
He continued to stuff his face as Carmichael fluffed and placed a luxurious cashmere pillow behind his back and dabbed at the crumbs at the corners of his mouth.
“This is making me stress eat, and Stacy—” Boomer shuddered as he thought about his poor beloved personal trainer “—will not be happy. What are we going to do!”
“Nothing.”
“Couples counseling? Maybe a honeymoon?” He mused, gesturing for Carmicheal to fan him, “Tahiti's wonderful this time of year.”
Butch didn’t respond.
“If they get divorced, what are we going to tell HIM? They’ve already made plans for Christmas—” For a moment, this seemed to be a sweet sentiment, until Boomer tacked on, “—on Princess’s dime! I don’t want to lose a vacation!”
Butch groaned and put his phone down, “Princess and Brick aren’t actually married. You get that, right? This is all just an elaborate plan to make Blossom jealous and stop her from marrying that Robin chick. As much as we’d like it to, this—” Butch gestured around the room, “—wasn’t ever going to last.”
Boomer followed Butch’s hand gestures with a frown. He loved this room with its big bay windows and indoor water features. He had scoped it out for his and Butch’s personal use the moment they had stepped foot in the McMansion. Princess had only requested Brick’s services, but Boomer had shown up anyway and dragged Butch along. It had been maybe the best decision of his life. Even if he was technically freeloading, he now considered this room his home.
“I just don’t think I can say goodbye to all the memories we’ve made here.” He sighed.
Butch’s eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, “We’ve been here, like, two weeks. Frankly, I’m surprised Brick’s made it this long.”
“Long enough to form a bond!” He argued.
“With Princess?”
“No, with all the cool stuff!”
“What are you talking about!” Butch sneered, “We can just steal all this shit. We usually do steal all this shit! And it’s not like Princess would care. Like, seriously, Boomer, I doubt Princess would even notice if Carmichael went missing—” He grimaced, “—uh, no offense, Carmichael.”
“None taken, sir.” Carmichael bowed.
“But I don’t want to steal it,” Boomer fell back onto the fainting couch, a breath away from throwing his own Princess-sized tantrum, “I don’t want to do the work. I don’t wanna! I want it to all be right here at my fingertips forever and always!”
“Yeah, I know, you’re fucking lazy.” Butch sniffed, “I get it.”
“Like, why can’t Brick just do this one thing for us? Why can’t he stay fake married?” Boomer asked, voice thick with tears, “Don’t I deserve nice things? And fancy food? And expensive jewelry?”
“Well, one day, if you’re lucky, you can be fake married to.”
Boomer sucked in a breath and shot back up, “Oh my god. They’re not actually married.”
“Yeah,” Butch deadpanned, “welcome to the fucking plot.”
“No, Butch, they’re not actually married."
“I just said that.”
“Do you know what this means?” Boomer asked, diving towards the minibar.
Butch watched him carefully, “uh, they’re not actually married?”
“Exactly!” He cackled, shaking a bottle of Bacardi. “But not for long! Don’t you think it’s about time we threw our happy couple a little wedding shower?”
Butch regarded him and the bottle of booze as he connected the dots, “Wait, dude, are you saying—”
“—that’s exactly what I’m saying.” Boomer’s smile grew into something menacing, and it wasn’t long before Butch’s face mirrored his own.
“Give me twenty minutes,” Butch jumped up, “I’ll go get a minister license online.”
“Perfect! I’ll round up a few witnesses.”
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“I can’t believe you’ve done this! I can’t believe you got me drunk and married to Princess, on purpose, for money!” Brick looked up from the toilet bowl he was puking his guts out into, “It’s plain evil!”
“You’re fine!”
“We’re going to get a divorce, you know that, right! The marriage means nothing! Your little scheme was all for nothing! Why can’t you ever think things—”
“—girlie,” Boomer sniffed, interrupting him, “did you sign a prenup?”
Brick froze, thinking it over.
“Exactly.” Boomer smirked, taking a long sip of his boba.
#not so much princess and brick#but definitely has boomer lol#i couldn't think of any scenario where Brick and Princess would willingly get married#prompt ask game!#second time ive done this prompt and they're wildly different
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FFXIVWRITE 2023 - Prompt 5: Barbarous
“Come on,” said Ivan. “Do it. You know you want to!”
Sophie wrinkled her nose. “I really don’t. Can’t you find someone else to play with?”
“Everyone’s busy!” The fluffy, white Hrothgar shook his mighty fist. “Those who aren’t, aren’t strong enough to keep up!”
Sophie sighed and sank in her chair. Though it was old, Eyrisunn had been right about it. One could sink into its soft cushions forever. She needed a breath of forever to deal with the lunacy of the Willows. Newcomers included.
“You’re thinking about it,” said Ivan, wagging a finger at her. His green-and-blue eyes sparkled. “There haven’t been any exciting marks, and I understand! That is why we must do what we can to exercise both our minds and bodies!”
“I could blow on you and you’d disappear,” said Sophie. Her long, white ears searched the silent house for heavy footsteps. Would no one come to her aid?
“You might think so,” said Ivan, “but a dancer has his tricks!”
“Go find a different partner. Someone else. Anyone else. It’s my day off. I don’t want to spend it touching men in any way.”
“You wound me!” The hrothgar brought his heavy hand to his broad, bared chest and collapsed onto the ground. “She thinks I’m one of those men!”
“If it makes it any better, you don’t smell like them.” She closed her eyes and let out a long, heavy sigh. He had no choice but to buzz off now.
The front door of the FC House opened wide as its mascot jogged into the room. Biff Guy, the Man of Steel. The Stealer of Pants. The Moonwalker, and Hildibrand’s biggest fan! His mentee collapsed at his feet and groaned.
“Get up,” said Biff, prodding the Xaela boy’s shoulder with his foot. “We ain’t finished yet.”
“AH! Just the man I wanted to see!” Ivan bounced to life and pounced on the sweaty meatslab called Biff. He didn’t seem to mind the stench of sweat nor the wet it spread on that furless skin. Sophie, for one, minded it very much, but it was not in her place to deride a man who only stunk for the sake of exercise. “Remember that game we talked about?”
Biff buried his face in a towel. “Game? What game?”
Ivan lifted Arslang from the cold, wood floor. “The game we discussed not a moon ago! You have time, don’t you? And it’s good exercise!”
“Oh. I know what yer talkin’ about.” He grabbed his mentee by the scruff of his neck and shook him like a naughty kitten. “Hey! Wake up! Ye’ve got another challenge!”
Arslang groaned and waved his long, long limbs. “I’m up, I’m up! I thought we were done for the day!”
Ivan, quick to catch on, began stretching in preparation for the game. Biff dusted Arslang off by waving around his towel in the boy’s general direction. Their audience felt poorly for him, but she was keen to see if he could handle himself. He was being brought up by the greatest warrior in the world, after all.
“Now! Are you ready?” asked Ivan, properly in position.
Arslang stared impassively at the hrothgar. “... Yes?”
What came next was a travesty, much to Sophie’s delight. That large, lion hand of Ivan’s went cutting through the air. The young, green sprout had no idea what would come next and there was no time to ponder it. WHACK! The sound of Ivan’s initiating slap echoed through the house, resonant of a whip’s crack. Sophie blinked and found Arslang lying on the floor, his cheek a loud and accusing red.
“What–was that for!” coughed the boy.
Ivan laughed thunderously. “You didn’t tell him?”
“Tell him what?” Biff tilted his head.
“You should’ve told him,” supplied Sophie, “that this challenge was a slap fight.”
#FFxivWrite2023#gwenny writes#i think i'm SOOO funny smh lol#just willow shenanigans i guess i love them ok
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Heart Stealer
Part 1
（University AU Dottore x reader, Xiao x You feat. Taeyong)
You as the female traveler/yourself, a student
Taeyong as your busy idol bf who isn't always there for you.
Xiao as your bestfriend and bodyguard hired by Taeyong to protect you
Inspired by Press Your Number~Taemin's song
Your Pov
Class was ending soon.
The professor had finally finished his informative lecture and dismissed the class.
I shut my Macbook and texted Taeyong from my iphone
I texted him: Hey Wanna go to the library with me?
"Can't, sorry have rehearsals, go ask Xiao." Was Taeyong's reply.
Again.... busy as always.
Taeyong really needs a break. He deserves the world for his music and charisma to his fans.
I sighed as I left class and walked out.
"Xiao." I called.
Xiao appeared behind me instantly.
"Need anything?" He asked.
"Wanna go to the library after I drop my stuff?" I asked Xiao
"Sure." Replied Xiao.
As we made our way to my dorm, Xiao seems to be scanning the area.
After coming back
Xiao and I walked to the library.
Collei and Tighnari were laughing at a joke Cyno just made. They waved at us then went back to studying.
I then recieved a text from one of my friends asking me to go find a textbook for her.
I then went to find the book.
Dam the textbook had to be on the top of the shelf!
"Xiao could you please-" I began.
Xiao instantly leapt forward and grabbed the book.
"Thanks." I replied.
I then hear a page flipping sound from the other side of the books.
"Hope we didn't disturb anyone from their studying." I whispered to Xiao
Meanwhile
An icy mint haired figure smiled as he silently read the book.
That evening
Xiao grabbed my wrist suddenly.
"Xiao what's wrong?!" I asked as Xiao dragged me towards his car.
"Y/N, has anyone been following you lately?" Asked Xiao in a low voice.
"No, why ask?" I glanced at him.
"I'm serious, if someone's been following you, then you have to tell me." Xiao replied.
"Its fine, it's just while I was waiting for Taeyong the other day could've sworn I saw one of the harbingers." I replied.
"Who was it?!" Asked Xiao, worried.
"He had icy mint hair color like Suga during I Need You era-" I began.
"Sh*t." Cursed Xiao.
He then drags me towards his car.
"Let's go, we're not staying in your dorm tonight." He replies firmly.
"What's wrong?!" I asked.
"He's found you." Whispered Xiao, he continues in a low voice, "Taeyong specifically told me to keep an eye out for the Fatui."
"What could they possibly want from me?!" I asked.
"Taeyong assumed they want you to join the Fatui or some other malicious reason." Xiao whispered as he started his car.
"As if I'll ever agree to that!" I hissed.
"I know." Replied Xiao as he backed his car out of the parking lot.
The car then zoomed off the mountain.
Xiao then parked the car in front of Angel's Share.
Kaeya was outside the bar.
"Hello you two!" Greeted Kaeya, waving at us with a smile, "Here for some dinner and some drinks?" He asks us.
"Hi Kaeya! Yes we are." I replied.
Diluc and Charles were bartending as we entered.
"Evening you two." Diluc greets us.
Xiao nods, "Diluc, you might wanna hear this but we saw Dottore and the Fatui agents around her university."
Hearing this, Diluc quickly handed the glass he was cleaning to Charles.
"Childe and Scaramouche are attending the same university as her, also Signora and Sandrone..." Began Diluc.
He then glanced at me, "did you run into any trouble with the Fatui at all recently?" He asked.
"No, they're not even in my class, I just sometimes see them around the halls or just studying." I replied.
"Strange..." Diluc says, "I will look into this myself." He adds, "and if you run into any trouble, do not hesitate to call me."
"Don't worry, the Fatui won't try anything stupid on her with me here." Xiao replied.
After dinner
"We're here." Xiao replied as we reached the university.
I got off the car and made my way towards the spaceship.
Then I heard a gun safety click off.
Xiao instantly teleported in front of me.
"Get behind me Y/N!" Ordered Xiao as he drew out his spear.
I gathered some electro energy and zapped it across the field.
"Surprise." Smirked Dottore, who came up behind me and then I blacked out.
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Memories are what we are. Memories are what we create.
Just like that I didn't know I hold on to one knotted memory in my heart, about heart. Hearing heartbeat of Taylor Swift in her Wildest dream threw me back to my childhood memories when I felt my heart beat for first time.
It is about one of the day when I was in 2nd class when our teacher told us that she would make us feel something, something we haven't felt before , something magical, that was beyond our imagination in those days.
She guided the whole class to lift our two little hands from which we pray in the morning and let it allay on our left chest. There she told us that we would feel a beat, a beat of ours that has been with us since our birth. We would feel a boom and another boom which sounded unfamiliar, mystical, and magic rhythm. "It's your beat, only your beat but still that beat of yours brings life to another person," echoed in my mind.
Those pulses are coming back and forth from your heart, a multilayered heart, which is concealed into a vessel of your soul;body.
That moment felt surreal, after having a thought of something is alive in the body and this is something I own, rhythm in heart. Until now I felt my life have only rhythm of sadness and happiness.
I remember how happily I went home, where I was wanted, and told my mom and dad how lucky are we to have this beat , music in us until we our on earth.
It's astounding to see my childhood self being delighted to feel her own heartbeat.
Now it's disheartening to see myself, waking up with flood of waves in my heart as if it's wanna get kick out of the body , it's trapped in for ages.
It's unworthy to stay alive with a thing that does not know its value. That heart of mine have been made sick of old love and heartbreak. That it doesn't have enough edges of blood to stand up with broken parts.
Always believed this heart belonged to me, but who knew lot of heart stealer would be welcome in my life. I let them hold my heart but in return I wasn't given their heart to hold, but my own, that expressed how brutal they were to this piece of mine which was supposed to make me feel alive with love it hold on to for ages.
They were stealer right, but still I allowed them. Was I not fool?. Yes I was fool, fool for gardening flowers of love in the field of dirt and hatred.
Fool for blooming the flowers of love, which I never thought would hold on to me like cactus.
After the heart got splited with all of their hatred, was that supposed to mean that I have to be malice to darkle the world with hate.
I was not able to spread love with that crushed heart of mine, but that didn't meant I would let world get soaked in my hatered. Even if it's broken, it stopped loving but didn't meant start giving hate.
Time taught me nobody is best healer than nature. Gave myself in the lap of mother nature, allowed my eyes to shone with twinkles of stars and permitted that moonlight to caress my skin and let it seep in the cracks of my heart to show me the beauty in imperfections. Just like wabi sabi concept ,my heart cracks were fulfilled with moonlight and it was cherished, treasured and valued by me. Nature is heart mender not only stealer. It's love is unconditional. Love, that brings you closer to yourself with loads of love.
#my writing#writeblr#writers and poets#poetry#sad poem#dark acamedia#dark acadamia aesthetic#writing#moon#heartbreak
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Chapter 16: I GO DOWN WITH THE SHIP
Happy Valentine's Day! I love double updates! I'm so close to being done again!
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Thalia read the new chapter title with a pit of dread already lodged into her no matter how silly it seemed. She knew Percy was fine, he was sitting right next to her, but there weren't a lot of nice ways to read that without her mind once again showing her distraught sister begging her to help find Percy...
"Thalia!" Like the annoying little brother she missed every day, Percy waved his hands in front of her eyes to get her attention.
"I'm going, I'm going," she huffed, swatting his hand away impatiently.
"You'd think he'd run out of rocks," I muttered.
"I would not actually," Alex shrugged, "you're on an island, it would be weirder if he did."
"I'd just be grateful he's not throwing the sheep at you," Magnus nodded.
"Swim for it!" Grover said.
He and Clarisse plunged into the surf. Annabeth hung on to Clarisse's neck and tried to paddle with one hand, the wet Fleece weighing her down.
Jason whistled in appreciation for Clarisse making that swim weighed down like that, and wished he could shove one of those boulders up Ares's nose.
But the monster's attention wasn't on the Fleece.
"You, young Cyclops!" Polyphemus roared. "Traitor to your kind!"
Percy ground up his teeth and wished to lob any number of retorts back, but there was no need. He knew Tyson wasn't falling for this.
Tyson froze.
"Don't listen to him!" I pleaded. "Come on."
I pulled Tyson's arm, but I might as well have been pulling a mountain.
Thalia's face twitched unpleasantly, leaving Percy to wonder for a bizarre moment if he'd ever tried to do that.
He turned and faced the older Cyclops. "I am not a traitor."
"You serve mortals!" Polyphemus shouted. "Thieving humans!"
Polyphemus threw his first boulder. Tyson swatted it aside with his fist.
"Not a traitor," Tyson said. "And you are not my kind."
"Death or victory!" Polyphemus charged into the surf, but his foot was still wounded. He immediately stumbled and fell on his face. That would've been funny, except he started to get up again, spitting salt water and growling.
"I never understood why prat falls were supposed to be funny away," Will sniffed, "stupid banana," he trailed off into mutters about the Stoll brothers and their stupid speaker sound effects, but Nico couldn't help but notice he wasn't really upset about whatever this was apparently about as he still smiled.
"Percy!" Clarisse yelled. "Come on!"
They were almost to the ship with the Fleece. If I could just keep the monster distracted a little longer ...
"Go," Tyson told me. "I will hold Big Ugly."
"No! He'll kill you." I'd already lost Tyson once. I wasn't going to lose him again. "We'll fight him together."
"Together," Tyson agreed.
Percy couldn't have been more proud of his little brother, the same guy who'd been afraid of Matt Sloan was now narrowing his calf brown eye with the only dislikable expression Percy had ever seen in his kind-hearted face upon Polyphemus. Percy had to keep reminding himself not to grip his sword, not to charge into battle as he smiled along.
I drew my sword.
Polyphemus advanced carefully, limping worse than ever. But there was nothing wrong with his throwing arm. He chucked his second boulder. I dove to one side, but I still would've been squashed if Tyson's fist hadn't blasted the rock to rubble.
I willed the sea to rise. A twenty-foot wave surged up, lifting me on its crest. I rode toward the Cyclops and kicked him in the eye, leaping over his head as the water blasted him onto the beach.
Jason had total confidence this was going to be perfectly fine for Percy. He'd defeated Ares once, Polyphemus was nothing in comparison.
"Destroy you!" Polyphemus spluttered. "Fleece stealer!"
"You stole the Fleece!" I yelled. "You've been using it to lure satyrs to their deaths!"
"So? Satyrs good eating!"
"The Fleece should be used to heal! It belongs to the children of the gods!"
"I am a child of the gods!" Polyphemus swiped at me, but I sidestepped. "Father Poseidon, curse this thief!" He was blinking hard now, like he could barely see, and I realized he was targeting by the sound of my voice.
'Blitz and I should never go against this guy,' Hearth smiled mockingly. Their friend would spend the whole battle critiquing that wool wardrobe and they'd never get out of there.
'I wouldn't have it any other way,' Magnus fervently agreed.
"Poseidon won't curse me," I said, backing up as the Cyclops grabbed air. "I'm his son, too. He won't play favorites."
Polyphemus roared. He ripped an olive tree out of the side of the cliff and smashed it where I'd been standing a moment before.
"Is virgin olive oil in that mango recipe?" Alex smirked.
"Remind me to send you to Hell's Kitchen," Percy scowled.
"Humans not the same! Nasty, tricky, lying!"
Grover was helping Annabeth aboard the ship. Clarisse was waving frantically at me, telling me to come on.
Tyson worked his way around Polyphemus, trying to get behind him.
"Young one!" the older Cyclops called. "Where are you? Help me!"
Tyson stopped.
"You weren't raised right!" Polyphemus wailed, shaking his olive tree club. "Poor orphaned brother! Help me!"
Percy finally started to feel a little bit of regret for his actions, almost letting Polyphemus live before, if he was about to pull the same trick on Tyson now. Please, please don't let this brute hurt my little brother, he prayed directly to his father, but there was no answer from Poseidon this time.
No one moved. No sound but the ocean and my own heartbeat. Then Tyson stepped forward, raising his hands defensively. "Don't fight, Cyclops brother. Put down the—"
Polyphemus spun toward his voice.
"Tyson!" I shouted.
The tree struck him with such force it would've flattened me into a Percy pizza with extra olives.
Alex definitely made another inappropriate comment under his breath over there, something about Annabeth feeling better, but only Magnus heard and flushed neon red to give it away.
Tyson flew backward, plowing a trench in the sand. Polyphemus charged after him, but I shouted, "No!" and lunged as far as I could with Riptide. I'd hoped to sting Polyphemus in the back of the thigh, but I managed to leap a little bit higher.
Even Thalia winced along with all the boys in the room at the prospect of getting, ahem, a scratch there...let alone that!
"Blaaaaah!" Polyphemus bleated just like his sheep, and swung at me with his tree.
"You almost deserved that one," Jason muttered, though he still wished he could leap up and help any second too.
I dove, but still got raked across the back by a dozen jagged branches. I was bleeding and bruised and exhausted. The guinea pig inside me wanted to bolt. But I swallowed down my fear.
At least Nico didn't burst into hysterical laughter at the idea again, but there was certainly a new air about him. The feeling of awe, longing, even envy for Percy had diluted enough he just chuckled a bit at the idea before pressing his lips together so Thalia could keep reading.
Polyphemus swung the tree again, but this time I was ready. I grabbed a branch as it passed, ignoring the pain in my hands as I was jerked skyward, and let the Cyclops lift me into the air.
Magnus leaned close to Alex this time and muttered, "I wondered where the whomping tree was this book."
"And Percy even made an effort to mess up the roots," he added salaciously, causing Magnus to close his eyes and turn away lest he burst into hysterical laughter next.
At the top of the arc I let go and fell straight against the giant's face—landing with both feet on his already damaged eye.
The collective wince around the room and spastic blinking, even Thalia rubbing her own eye for a moment before she could keep going wasn't exactly the sympathy pain Polyphemus deserved after all he'd done, but involuntary all the same.
Polyphemus yowled in pain. Tyson tackled him, pulling him down. I landed next to them— sword in hand, within striking distance of the monster's heart. But I locked eyes with Tyson, and I knew I couldn't do it. It just wasn't right.
Jason had never looked at Percy with a stranger expression. Percy stared back defiantly and just knew this guy was forming a whole lecture in his head about what an idiot he was, how it was just a monster, and Percy was still prepared now like he had been before to defend his choice every step of the way.
He didn't though, just turned back to watching Thalia read with a stubbornly straight face, eerily like the one's she got when she was keeping her thoughts from Percy what was about to happen. Percy didn't know what to make of it and wondered if Jason himself did. If something in his past he didn't even know about was bothering this about him, the poor guy probably wouldn't even know.
"Let him go," I told Tyson. "Run."
With one last mighty effort, Tyson pushed the cursing older Cyclops away, and we ran for the surf.
"I will smash you.'" Polyphemus yelled, doubling over in pain. His enormous hands cupped over his eye.
Tyson and I plunged into the waves.
"Where are you?" Polyphemus screamed. He picked up his tree club and threw it into the water. It splashed off to our right.
I summoned up a current to carry us, and we started gaining speed. I was beginning to think we might make it to the ship, when Clarisse shouted from the deck, "Yeah, Jackson! In your face, Cyclops!"
"Silence is golden and duct tape is silver," Will groaned, thinking he might have to have a roll on him if he ever found out Clarisse went out on a quest again.
"You think that girl would learn her lesson," Nico agreed, maybe she needed to rip her own arm off and shove it down her throat to take a hint.
Shut up, I wanted to yell.
"Rarrr!" Polyphemus picked up a boulder. He threw it toward the sound of Clarisse's voice, but it fell short, narrowly missing Tyson and me.
"Yeah, yeah!" Clarisse taunted. "You throw like a wimp! Teach you to try marrying me, you idiot!"
"Clarisse!" I yelled, unable to stand it. "Shut up!"
Too late. Polyphemus threw another boulder, and this time I watched helplessly as it sailed over my head and crashed through the hull of the Queen Anne's Revenge.
Percy gasped and spluttered out a no, but Thalia wasn't giving him much time to freak out as she kept reading in a blur. She was already reading with that same stubbornly straight face. Whatever worries or fears she might have for her friends, she was keeping it all in check until they were out of there.
You wouldn't believe how fast a ship can sink.
"Didn't it take the Titanic three hours to sink?" Alex asked.
"Different kind of ship," Percy reminded grimly, "she sunk in five minutes, easy, and was going to take us all with her."
The Queen Anne's Revenge creaked and groaned and listed forward like it was going down a playground slide.
I cursed, willing the sea to push us faster, but the ship's masts were already going under.
"Dive!" I told Tyson. And as another rock sailed over our heads, we plunged underwater.
"Shit, shit, how do we abort the mission," Percy muttered, whishing he could shake Thalia to make her read faster or just launch himself into the wreck to get them all and knowing neither would do any good. So he was just left to sit here and do nothing, which was somehow as terrible a torment as listening to this!
My friends were sinking fast, trying to swim, without luck, in the bubbly trail of the ship's wreckage.
Not many people realize that when a ship goes down, it acts like a sinkhole, pulling down everything around it.
"A fun fact I hope I'll never need," Magnus whispered. Annabeth had to be carried out there, she was doomed if something wasn't figured out, now!
Clarisse was a strong swimmer, but even she wasn't making any progress. Grover frantically kicked with his hooves. Annabeth was hanging on to the Fleece, which flashed in the water like a wave of new pennies.
I swam toward them, knowing that I might not have the strength to pull my friends out.
Worse, pieces of timber were swirling around them; none of my power with water would help if I got whacked on the head by a beam.
We need help, I thought.
Yes. Tyson's voice, loud and clear in my head.
I looked over at him, startled. I'd heard Nereids and other water spirits speak to me underwater before, but it never occurred to me ... Tyson was a son of Poseidon. We could communicate with each other.
Magnus had so many questions about how that worked, but mostly he felt bad for Tyson. If he'd tried calling out for Percy like this after Clarisse's ship had blown up and been so scared to find no answer from Percy.
Rainbow, Tyson said.
I nodded, then closed my eyes and concentrated, adding my voice to Tyson's: RAINBOW! We need you!
Immediately, shapes shimmered in the darkness below—three horses with fish tails, galloping upward faster than dolphins. Rainbow and his friends glanced in our direction and seemed to read our thoughts. They whisked into the wreckage, and a moment later burst upward in a cloud of bubbles—Grover, Annabeth, and Clarisse each clinging to the neck of a hippocampus.
"I am giving that horse-fish all of his favorites when we get back," Percy flopped back into his seat like a dying fish he was so exhausted constantly thinking everybody he cared about was about to die! Why couldn't it just be him, he knew he was alive!
Rainbow, the largest, had Clarisse. He raced over to us and allowed Tyson to grab hold of his mane. His friend who bore Annabeth did the same for me.
We broke the surface of the water and raced away from Polyphemus's island. Behind us, I could hear the Cyclops roaring in triumph, "I did it! I finally sank Nobody!"
I hoped he never found out he was wrong.
"See, I was hoping for the opposite," Alex challenged. "I want to know how he leaves the island, and if he comes after you surely you can just defeat him again."
"I'll stick with Rainbow," Percy shook his head vigorously.
We skimmed across the sea as the island shrank to a dot and then disappeared.
"Did it," Annabeth muttered in exhaustion. "We ..."
She slumped against the neck of the hippocampus and instantly fell asleep.
Percy's hands twitched. To hold her steady, to pull her close, to wrap the fleece tighter around her. She was okay, Tyson was alive, Grover was traumatized but still kicking, even Clarisse had survived. They did it. They really managed to pull this off.
I didn't know how far the hippocampi could take us. I didn't know where we were going. I just propped up Annabeth so she wouldn't fall off, covered her in the Golden Fleece that we'd been through so much to get, and said a silent prayer of thanks.
Which reminded me ... I still owed the gods a debt.
"You're a genius," I told Annabeth quietly.
Percy laughed hardest of all, but the others had their share of fun giggling along Percy had kept his promise. Technically. Nobody said she had to be awake to hear it, and they liked to think Annabeth would be kissing her idiot right now for this.
Then I put my head against the Fleece, and before I knew it, I was asleep, too.
"That one was short," Thalia said with a sigh of relief as she got up to hand the book to Nico.
"Technically everybody went down with the ship, and Nobody," Nico smiled as he took it without a second thought.
#percabeth#percy jackson#PJO#Thalia Grace#Jason Grace#Nico di Angelo#Will Solace#solangleo#Alex Fierro#Magnus Chase#fierrochase#Hearthstone#reading the books#fanfiction#HDYSG
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Dad!BC AU - at the Emma Gaala with their families
To celebrate tonight’s Emma Gaala, I decided to make a special post of what the guys are like at the awards show with their families. I wanted to write this as a short idea but I didn’t know who to pick out and I figured it’d be better to summarize everyone. Enjoy!
(Under the read-more for length... I went a little overboard with this one lol.)
Joel:
With Milli: Every now and then, I think about Joel’s essay for the book on love where he says he never wants to become the kind of rock star sporting a random woman and bragging about being king of the world. He never feels that way with Milli, though. She makes her first appearance with him when they’re engaged and she’s pregnant. She’s made public appearances with him before but never the Emma Gaala, but they decide that there’s a first for everything. Milli looks absolutely radiant in a comfortable but elegant black lace maternity gown to match Joel’s aesthetic and he’s so proud to have his adorable fiancée by his side. A fan favorite photo of them that night is a picture of him giving her a kiss on her cheek with one arm holding her close and the other hand on her belly. He does brag a little bit about one thing - the fact that his son is already a real rock star because he made his red carpet debut before he’s even born. And as a special surprise for the fans, they share his full name for the first time in an interview on the red carpet. He’s beyond thrilled to show the world where his next step in life is going.
With Enkka: Enkka watches the show at home with his mom for the first few years, so he knows what it is but it takes him a while to understand why it’s so important for his dad and uncles. He comes to his first show when he’s 4-years-old, when he finally reaches the age where he’s old enough to understand and appreciate it as a fancy event full of famous people like his dad. He’s a little intimidated by all the lights and sounds at first, but he feels fearless when Joel’s holding him and escorting him through the interviews with the news sites. By the last interview, he’s an absolute show-stealer and a little bit of a diva, insisting on having all the pics taken of him and wanting to answer every question he can. And, of course, he gets a little star-struck too when he meets some of his dad’s music idols and famous friends.
Joonas:
With Kirsten: Kirsten had a rough start coping with Joonas’s sudden fame. Because of the hate she received as the mother of his child, during a time when there were very few opportunities to make public appearances together, she’d rather shy away from being visible offline for as long as she can. She doesn’t attend with him in 2022 (mostly to also stay home and take care of Sohvi while the guys are away), but she appears with him for the first time in 2023 after they’ve been married for a couple months. She wears a colorful spring dress with light sleeves and a long flowy skirt, a little modest in comparison to her husband who still refuses to wear shirts under his blazers. She’s still a little shy and trying to avoid being in too many pictures, but she changes her mind later when she sees how great she looks in them, how happy Joonas looks every time he looks at her, and how much people online are really starting to change their opinion of her. From there, she loves going to the Emma Gaala with him and taking the opportunity to dress up and really feel like a star herself for the night.
With their kids: Sohvi makes her first appearance at the same time as her mom and the press at the show love how much she looks like a doll. (For reference, I saw this reel on IG and I haven’t been able to have an idea of baby Sohvi as anything else since.) She’s wearing a dress that matches her mom’s and Riina designed and made them herself. At first Joonas carries her onto the red carpet, but she steals the show the moment he puts her down on the floor and she starts toddling around. She knows that camera = time to be cute, so she waves to the news outlets and camera people as if she thinks they’re there for her. Lukas and Jaska aren’t quite the attention grabbers that she is when it’s time for them to come to the shows because they’re mostly there to see and be seen. But Sohvi really has the Porko spirit in her and everyone kind of had a feeling that meant she’d become a star someday just like Joonas.
Niko:
With Jenna: Jenna’s honestly not one for showing up to these kinds of stuffy events. She knows she’s not built for a lifestyle of watching what she has to say in front of the media and all these people watching her every move. She’d rather support Niko from a distance and he’s well aware of that so he’s perfectly fine with not having her join him. But one time several years after they begin dating again, she finally decides to get a little dressed up for the evening and show them some real goth girl energy. She goes full “Morticia Addams meets 60s sex symbol” in a tight, all-black cocktail dress with a long chiffon robe and Niko can’t stop making eyes at her even with all these cameras and people staring them down. One of the guys jokes and tells them to “get a room” to which Niko promptly replies by wordlessly standing up from the table and pretending to pull her away to go find one.
With their kids: Both Leevi and Lahja debut at the same time when they’re 4 and 2. Of all the couples, Niko and Jenna give everyone the biggest surprise look of what their family looks like - two adorable kids, wearing relatively normal clothes in comparison to their tatted alt parents. By this time, Leevi is already starting to grow his hair out to look more like dad and Niko couldn’t be happier to have his beautiful wife and little mini-mes by his side. Leevi loves being in the spotlight while Lahja would rather cling to her dad. For a second, they worry that he’s being too much of a handful and that people would think they were bad parents for letting him be so hyper at such a fancy event, but he doesn’t cause too much trouble and fans make memes of his energy.
Tommi:
With Marja: Like Kirsten, Marja was hesitant to go with Tommi because she didn’t like feeling so visible to the media. It was hard enough coping with the initial reactions and she was still afraid that her visibility would make it easier for her ex to find her. But she finally made her first appearance a few months after they get married and it’s also the first time the public meets her as Mrs. Marja Lalli. She’s also pregnant with Anna at the time, and she had been bored at home on bed rest due to her ongoing health issues. Although her pregnancy so far had been difficult because of that, she had a rare few days where she felt well enough to get out of the house. She wears a comfortable sundress with matching Converses, a lot more casual compared to the rest of the group but no one dared to blame her for focusing on her comfort over her style. She walks the red carpet with him just fine, but the moment they get to their table, she hangs out there and snacks on the hors d'oeuvres. Jenna’s there too, watching her like a guard dog in case she needed a moment to step away from the excitement of everything going on.
With their kids: Miikka debuts at the same time as his mom. He’d always been a shy kid, and that definitely didn’t disappear the moment he was in front of the cameras. He spent the whole walk on the red carpet sticking as closely to Tommi as possible and trying to avoid the cameras. He doesn’t really go to many of the shows afterwards because that whole first experience was a little jarring and stressful, so Tommi and Marja don’t force him to go again. Of all the Lalli kids, Anna is the only one that really likes to go consistently. Kaisa never liked it and it wasn’t until she was 10 that they found out it was because of her recently-diagnosed autism and natural shyness. Arttu, with a speech impediment that got worse in stressful situations, decided that the experience was cool in theory but not something he wanted to do often. They all definitely got their unwillingness to stand in front of a camera from their father (which they all joke about affectionately with each other).
Olli:
With Riina: It doesn’t take long for Riina to join Olli at the shows. She debuts in 2023, even before their first anniversary as a couple, which is the fastest of the couples (that eventually stay together, that is). A few months in advance, the rest of the guys give her their theme and she custom makes their red carpet outfits. Olli is so proud of how crafty his girlfriend (and future wife) is, that he literally vibrates with the urge to tell everyone at the show who made their outfits. She’s not really there for the urge to “see and be seen,” just to support Olli and the rest of the guys (and hang out with the rest of the girls, of course). And, for them to be the only couple who waited until their wedding night to have sex for the first time, she enjoys riling him up with risque texts and gentle touches under the table.
With their kids: Olli would be much happier to keep his girls away from the musician lifestyle as much as possible, so they don’t come to a show until they’re old enough to process what kind of an event it is. Elina is the shy twin between the two of them, so she doesn’t do much to garner attention and would be much happier to not be photographed. But Elisabet has always loved the extra attention, even when she was a baby. Despite Olli’s best efforts, Elisabet goes into music herself so she loves this scene from the very beginning. She just has to stop when she sees a camera pointed at her and the event photographers adore every minute of it. Isla is more chill about these kinds of things. She’ll stop for pictures, but she’d rather just get to the good food and watch her dad and uncles put on a great show.
Aleksi:
With Laila: It’s no surprise at this point in the AU, but Aleksi and Laila’s first (and only) Emma appearance together was controversial as hell. Laila herself hadn’t gotten an invitation in years, so she used Aleksi as her way to get a spot in the show. Most of the reporters on the red carpet ignored her in favor of talking to the band and she hated every minute of it. She kept trying to insert herself into conversations and steal the spotlight from the guys. This was one of the first major red flags that their relationship would eventually be doomed, because he was obviously annoyed with her but he didn’t want to say it out loud and ruin the guys’ night. It ended with her starting a fight with him right before the band was set to go on stage and them being separated by security for the rest of the night. By the next year, a few months before they break up, he goes without her because the stunt she pulled got her permanently banned from ever returning.
With Hanna: Hanna is absolutely everything that Laila was not. She holds off on going to the show with him for a few years because, like Jenna, those fancy events aren’t really her favorite thing in the world. Even with her job where she does occasionally attend a nice dinner, she goes because they’re mostly required and good for professional networking. She never wears a dress to the Emma Gaala, mostly a nice and colorful pantsuit with a lace crop top or t-shirt underneath (you know the look I’m talking about). Although it’s not her thing, it’s nice to go and support Aleksi, especially if he’s feeling anxious about a particular performance or nervous about winning an award. Similarly, Aleksi loves having Hanna there because she’s one of his favorite comfort people, aside from the guys and Noah of course. A kiss, a hug, and a few encouraging words from her are all he needs to relax and feel better.
With Noah: The simple answer here is that Aleksi doesn’t bring Noah to the show until he’s almost 10. With his autism, Noah is sensitive to heavy lights and sounds (more so than Kaisa), and the last thing Aleksi wants to do is stress him out by forcing him into the spotlight. The situation with Laila constantly coming in and out of their lives to cause trouble also compels Aleksi to keep him out of the spotlight to protect his privacy. Like with attending their shows, Noah’s first Emma Gaala appearance is 100 percent his own decision. He brings his over-ear noise canceling headphones for when he needs them and Aleksi refuses to take any comments or criticism for allowing Noah to tune out of the show whenever he wants.
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