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wifetomegatron · 7 months

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You said it was more convenient to post requests here, so here it is again:

I loved the "meeting the family" storyline very much. Can we get a First Contact fic of you trying to hide your relationship from your family (since theyre robo/phobic or youre embarrassed) but one day your family spots you getting out of a car they don't recognize and you have to explain that your bf wasn't in the car... he WAS the car.

Either with Rodimus, Chromedome (and Rewind), or... IDK, your choice really

sorry for the long wait, dear ! this made me think out of the box and experiment a little so I hope you enjoy it <3 thank you for being my first official request !

rodimus meets your uptight parents. first contact au. sfw (only few suggestive themes -ish).

" I commanded a ship. I went on a quest — well, that was before Earth. But, I mean, that's impressive, right? "

" Babe."

" I killed a sparkeater. I have Drift to testify, and Magnus, and two hundred others —"

" Roddy."

" I also carried the Matrix !"

" Rodimus, please !" You huffed, placing a hand flat against the dashboard: the metal underneath was stiff with tension. Your lover slowed down for the red light, rubber crunching against the pavement. Outside, the weather was clear — sunny without a cloud, and people poured out into the streets, crossing the zebra and laughing in the distance. It made you even more miserable. Sensing this, Rodimus took it upon himself to give the seatbelt across your body a small, reassuring squeeze.

He cleared his intake, static over the radio.

" I'm only nervous because you're nervous. And you're never this nervous."

" Sorry, “ You felt guilty already, “ I didn't mean to interrupt your little crisis but I’m sure you'll talk yourself to death before the anxiety can kill you ."

" Do you blame me for being nervous?"

A cold, heavy feeling dropped into the pit of your stomach. And the silence was back again, an unusual and uwelcomed guest in the home you and Rodimus have built. The reason that you were out today was that your parents had called — rousing you from what could have been the perfect start to a lazy Sunday, courtesy of Rodimus and his very, very talented mouth — to remind you about the brunch appointment you were supposed to attend an hour ago.

Panicked and already out of your boyfriend's arms, Rodimus couldn't quite understand how this was scary enough to make you spring out of his embrace and into a pair of pants — he emphasized how disappointed he was at how you were already dressed this early in the morning, on a weekend, no less.

Until you looked at him dead in the optics and whispered, “ They want to meet you too.”

That was enough to make him run for the garage.

You had warned him about your parents earlier in your relationship — at least, attempted.

" It's my parents," You had explained then, albeit the memory was fuzzy due to alcohol. All you remembered was that it was hard to stop Rodimus from doing anything when he was tipsy and flirty and running his servos all over your body.

“I’m sure they’ll like me,” He had smirked, pushing the topic aside and already sinking on his knees, “ Everyone likes me.”

That felt like ages ago. You’ve been delaying the subject, and today it has come back to finally bite you in the ass. Now, thanks to traffic and terrible skills at reading the GPS, you were two hours late to meet your parents and might as well be on death row.

“It won’t be so bad, right?”

You winced.

It took a while for you to explain to him that ‘picky’ was just an easy way of explaining to strangers that they were painfully traditional. Having been raised in a very small upper-crust bubble within an even smaller community, their obsession with keeping the family closed off was almost archaic: your father actually has a spreadsheet as a criteria board for what counts as a ‘compatible’ match. It was Eurystheus and Hercules all over again, except you wished the challenge was slaying a nine-headed hydra. It was something Rodimus could come out of alive.

Because no one has ever lived up to the insurmountable, one hundred and thirty-five-long list of requirements that would make someone worthy to be dating his only child. What was once a fun little fact you always used as an icebreaker at parties became an actual threat to the one person who's made you the happiest in a long time — and he's not even a person. He's an —

" — aliens, I’m guessing, never made it on his list, so I'm sure I'd be in the clear. Right?"

" Hold that thought, I think I see them," You peered over the driver’s seat and out the window as Rodimus pulled up to the sidewalk. It was adjacent to a terrace filled with tables, already crowded with people. Live jazz was playing behind the curtain of conversations, and you spot your father through the glass doors, checking his watch before crossing his arms. He didn’t seem too happy, leaning forward to whisper something inaudible to your mother’s ear.

Rodimus seemed to notice this.

" Uh, just go inside. I'll...catch up with my holoform."

From time to time again, you suggested that Rodimus get tinted windows. And if he had, for a second, thought about its practicality instead of calling you rude for assuming that you implied he could get them installed by the local car dealer, then maybe your father wouldn’t have spotted you.

“He’s coming this way,” You squeaked, combing your hair and quickly trying to make yourself look decent.

“Oh. Frag.”

A cluster of lights formed next to you, pixelating themselves to create a holographic image of what your boyfriend claims to be his persona if he were human. You weren't sure how to tell him that your father would immediately recognize Michael J Fox from Back to the Future. So you placed a firm hand across the dashboard to make him stop, shaking your head and confirming: this was it.

This was the moment you finally decided to fight for the person — not a person, he'd correct you — that made you feel alive. Feel loved. And you have to fight for that, even if it comes in the form of standing up to your up-tight, silver spoon, helicopter parents in the middle of the sidewalk and attracting the attention of over twenty people and a handful of Instagram influencers trying to peacefully take a picture of their bed of smoked salmon and caviar, then so be it.

" You better have a good explanation for this."

You sucked in a deep breath, trying to keep your chin up in defiance as you duel your father in a stare-down.

" It's time for me...to make my own decisions. And that includes who I decide to love. And be with. And date."

" Does he come with the tardiness?" He bit back.

" Oh, give them a chance to speak !" Coming at your defense was your mother, wringing her hands with worry and yet already peaking to admire the vehicle behind you, " Does he… come with the car, perhaps?"

You swallowed, the metal beneath your arm humming in distress,"You can say that."

Your father almost looked impressed. Almost. Suddenly you can't even hear the background music anymore, as if even the musicians had placed down their instruments, and are now rapt in attention at this showdown.

" What does he do?"

" He was a captain," The car roughly inched forward, “Is still, a captain. He’s just not on duty…at the moment.”

There was a murmur of appreciation from the nosy spectators.

"Where is he from ?"

" He's from... far away."

" Oh, lovey. I do love to travel," Your mother smiled, stiff and on the edge of exploding like a poorly timed confetti canon.

" Yes, but I don't think it's...that beautiful at this time of the year."

You lost your voice, suddenly compressed, as if you were a bottle of coke inside a sixty-second tikTok reel, ready to be crushed under the weight of an industrial metal press machine. You can tell Dad's already trying to work out what year Rodimus was manufactured in — vintage you'd joke, but it doesn't seem appropriate to condense lightyears into a punchline. Plus he wouldn't approve of the age gap.

" Let's see him. Tell the boy to step out of the car."

You steeled yourself as the sound of metal gears grinding and transforming flooded the area. The Earth lightly shook beneath you as Rodimus stood at full height, seemingly erasing any other noise from a five-mile radius like a black hole.

Someone dropped their teacup, the ceramic shattering in the distance.

“ Hi. Rodimus, here.”

It was safe to say that your mother only started to warm up to Rodimus in the waiting room of the hospital, when she had the chance to talk to the mech as you all waited for your father's discharge from Emergency — thankfully, Rodimus was quick enough to scoop him up as he fainted, so no traumatic head injury that had a one in five thousand chance of taking out the stick up his ass.

Surprisingly, your mother was already somewhat impressed: The former title of one-year Prime, his paint job, his humor.

Baby steps, you smiled to yourself and watched your mother drape an arm across Rodimus as she laughed at his joke. Baby steps.

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hushed-chorus · 5 days

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Hi everyone! I’m climbing out of my cave and scheduling this in advance to spread the good word about vampire angst. Because, as anyone who’s read my blog title knows, I am a fiend for vampire angst, and there is some cracking vampire angst in this fandom.

Here's a selection of fics that dive into the tasty vampire stuff, especially ones that come with a serving of ‘this sucks actually’. I love all of these, but I’m sure I’ve forgotten or missed other great fics, so please feel free to reblog with your own recs!

Also, since these fics all deal with how being a vampire sucks, I’d recommend checking the tags before diving in.

The Eternal Life of Baz Pitch by @monbons

I am asking you all, please, hop on board and join me in reading along with this WIP. Monbons has a wonderful writing style; well-paced and impactful. She’s made some inspired choices in this AU. Angsty, clever, and so, so engrossing. Tasty angst so far, and we still have many chapters to go!

burning pitch by stainedglassflood

Lamb is a character who really fascinates me. This ficlet imagines a conversation Baz and Lamb would have if Lamb discovered Baz was a mage under less bloody circumstance. This short and sweet fic is something of a hidden gem, and I’ll cry forever that this is a 600 word fic, not a 60k one.

Crowding out the Bad (with Good) by twigs_in_my_hair

Another WIP, and if you are a fan of lore, this is one for you. This AU involves Simon trying to improve his diet with the help of nutritionist (and reluctant vampire) Baz. Twigs devotes so much to exploring Baz’s feelings about his vampirism, and how it has left marks on his life, behaviour, etc. And, of course, there's a lovely bit of slow burn Snowbaz along the way!

Joy and Trust by @bookish-bogwitch

Bogwitch constantly surprises and impresses me with her range. This short (400 words), sweet and heartbreaking ficlet sees Baz receiving a Visiting during the events of Carry On. I love it so much.

Proof of Life by @roomwithanopenfire

What if Natasha Pitch survived the vampire attack, but Baz still got Turned? What would that mean for Baz and the World of Mages? In this WIP, it means a Baz who is even more angsty about being a vampire than he already is in canon—and with good reason. Added bonus is the consideration for the wider canon divergence. What would Watford be like if Natasha is still headmistress but Davy is the Mage? Very intriguing fic so far, especially now we’ve landed in eighth year!

This is where it ends by LakeWitch

The least Baz-focused on the bunch, this fic is about the Mage taking Old Family children prisoner for leverage and the aftermath. It sees Baz hit his lowest point (gave me the big good sads), and then follows how he and Simon recover from all they’ve been through. Love it.

A Record of You and I by Sip_of_your_soul

Argh. I just can’t. This one hurt so good. Want to die a little inside for fun? Read this.

Thanks everyone, I'm eager to see any recs you wanna make! Tags below the cut!

@artsyunderstudy @facewithoutheart @captain-aralias @raenestee @cutestkilla

@ivelovedhimthroughworse @larkral @stitchyqueer @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

@ileadacharmedlife @confused-bi-queer @aristocratic-otter @whogaveyoupermission

@nightimedreamersworld @fatalfangirl @thewholelemon @onepintobean @shrekgogurt

@theearlgreymage @martsonmars @blackberrysummerblog @orange-peony @valeffelees

@j-nipper-95 @rimeswithpurple @wellbelesbian @imagineacoolusername

@youarenevertooold @iamamythologicalcreature @supercutedinosaurs @alexalexinii

@bookish-bogwitch @cosmicalart @bazzybelle @theotherhufflepuff

@that-disabled-princess @prettygoododds @mooncello @noblecorgi @roomwithanopenfire

@emeryhall @monbons

#fic rec #snowbaz fic rec #vampire angst #baz pitch

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cloudcountry · 10 months

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SUMMARY: Cater tries to teach you how to skateboard.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: this is a gift for @ceruleancattail!! i was planning on writing this drabble for his birthday but uhh that did NOT happen oops!!

anyways, thank you so much for everything you do ceru. it's a lot of fun talking to you and honestly watching you bully cater is hilarious. your aus are always so creative and your writing is very pretty, even if you don't think so.

thank you so much for giving me the motivation to finish writing this. ^^ it's been in my drafts for four months LMAO

“Thank you so much for letting me show you this, hon.” Cater holds your hands as his eyes sparkle, a genuine smile on his pretty face.

“Of course! I can’t promise I won’t fall a thousand times, but I’ll try for you.” you laugh, squeezing his hands.

Cater laughs with you, pushing his skateboard towards you with his foot.

“That’s okay! I’ll catch you.” he winks, “Let me help you on the board. It requires a lot of balance, so just hold onto me while you get used to it.”

You swallow thickly and step onto the board, your grip tightening around his upper arms as he holds you in place. The self-satisfied smirk on his face isn’t helping your nerves, and you shoot him a playful glare. Obviously, you’d need to cling to him for this!

“Aww, don’t be like that.” he coos, “It’s cute watching you try out something new.”

“I’m only doing this because it’s you!” you huff, both feet on the board as you struggle to stay upright.

“Oh? I must be a lucky guy then, huh?” Cater giggles, and your face heats up when you realize what you just said.

“It’s not like that!” you yelp, almost falling over as you lose your balance from embarrassment.

“Woah there!” he catches you as the board slips out from under your feet, shooting off and smacking against the nearby wall, “Careful there, babe.”

Your face burns hotter as his arm squeezes around your waist. and his other arm supports your back. You can feel each finger pressing into your clothes. You open your mouth and a strangled gargle comes out, but Cater doesn’t let you go.

“Mm...I should get that skateboard back now, shouldn’t I?” he murmurs, staring down at you.

He's practically dipping you at this point, and his eyes shine with amusement as they’re trained on your lips. His hair is falling into his eyes, you can feel how warm he is, and he smells so good.

At some point, you’re certain you were focused on balancing on that skateboard, but now your knees feel weak and you’re not thinking much of anything at all.

“Yeah...you should.” you manage to speak, subconsciously leaning into him.

He doesn’t miss it.

“I think you want something else though. How about a little break?” he giggles, setting you back on your feet.

“But it’s only been five minutes!” you protest, but any other words die in your throat when you see him reapplying his lip gloss.

“Does that matter?” he smirks, rubbing his lips together and popping them, “The skateboard’s too far away anyway. I’ll get it later.”

#auburn's fics <3 #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #disneys twisted wonderland #disney twst x reader #disney twst #cater diamond fluff #cater x reader #cater diamond x reader #cater diamond #cater fluff

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bunnyindigo · 1 year

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The bikini

☼ pairing Kim Taehyung x fem!reader

☼ genre established relationship, idol!au

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

☼ word count 1.9k

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

“Babe?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s stuck in my hair,” she said.

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

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

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

“Thank you, love.”

“Mm, love,” he mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that so?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No?" she said, perplexed.

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

"I have no idea."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh my God," she choked.

"Taehyung," he replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He dragged himself out and laid on top of her.

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

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

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

"How about a shower?" she suggested.

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

"Can't get enough of me?"

"Never," he replied, kissing her lips.

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

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

#taehyung #taehyung x reader #bts v #bts x reader #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts one shot #taehyung smut #bunnyindigo #femreader

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wordsbymae · 1 year

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"They ain't lap dogs you know, they're working dogs and you spoil em too much" but mousey is for sure his lap dog lmao

so now farmer finally has them. what now? would he propose, not like in the the other AU when he is older? or would he just start going around the town telling people about his little wife/husband/spouse? because, what is little mouse supposed to do? they just can't say no to the only person that is so nice to them, the only person that takes care and protect them (or so the farmer say). mousey must return the favour.

I literally was going to answer about an hour ago but got completely distracted by making a mood board for the farmer's two dogs cause you reminded me of them. whoops!

Anyway!

Oh for sure!!!! He doesn't need his boys to be his lap dogs when he has the prettiest thing all to himself.

There is no way on God's green earth he will ever actually propose. Don't get me wrong, he wants nothing more than to marry his little mouse and put a ring on it. But actually courting them? Actually having to be vulnerable and open himself up to rejection?

Never ever going to happen.

I can see this going really two ways, there is a third secret option but that's for later.

The first way is he just starts acting like you're married. Tells everyone in town he can't stay too long or the missus/ his partner will be getting worried. Gushes about your cooking to anyone who will listen makes it clear that he's got a sweet little thing waiting all for him back at home. Carries a Polaroid picture of you hugging Pancho, with a big wide smile and while Lefty sooks in the corner. He'll show it off whenever he has the chance, talking about you and your boys.

Those who watched you two that day at the farmers' market just nod their heads with smiles and wish him all the best. He probably starts even wearing a plain gold band. Proud to show it off.

Meanwhile, the reader is confused when the very rare times they leave the farm everyone wishes them congratulations (and asks if any kids will be coming).

Mouse brings it up to the farmer and tells them they don't want people getting the wrong idea. They're just friends. The farmer just laughs at this.

"It's a bit too late to stop them from getting the wrong idea Mouse"

He practically gaslights them, I mean what's the big problem? Who cares if a few town folks think they got hitched. They are living together. You do act like a homemaker. You can't blame anyone for thinking you two had been married for years. The only thing stopping you two from actually being seen as truly married is the lack of a ring on your finger and you not being in his bed.

And would it really be so bad? Being his?

He's been so good to you. So kind. Like how a real husband would act. He looks after you and protects you. Buys you the prettiest things and asks nothing in return.

But now he is. Now he's asking for payment. Be his little homemaker in law as well and he'll take care of you like he always has.

You can't say no. You quit your job when your cottage burned down, just as the farmer told you to.

"I'll look after you mouse. Until you get back on your feet of course"

No one is hiring in town and even if you did get a job you wouldn't be able to buy or even rent a house. There was nowhere to go. There was taking the chance on living on the streets but wouldn't it just be easier to just say yes?

He was kinda right. You've already practically been his stay-at-home sweetheart, how bad would it be if you put a ring on your finger. This is everything you've ever wanted. To be his pretty spouse, him all to yourself.

So why did it feel so wrong?

The second is mostly fem reader but he would not be against baby trapping. If for even one moment he thought you would say no to being his wife, he would resort to baby trapping. I always view this fic set in the 60s or 70s (maybe even 50s) so there would be no way you could leave him with a babe in your belly. You would have no husband and no support. So of course you don't really have a choice. You're already on thin ice living with a single man, but that was something you could cover by explaining why. But a baby? That can't be hidden, can't be explained away. So as soon as you knew, the farmer would have a priest ready and waiting.

Tag list: @floraroselaughter

#implied pregnancy #mostly gn reader #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere drabble #yandere prompts #oc #oc farmer #yandere farmer #baby trapping #pregnancy #fem reader for half

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warabidakihime · 1 year

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Lost in Paradise

★ characters: uzui tengen x reader X sanemi shinazugawa | modern au

★ plot summary: what happens when two people are left alone in a deserted island with no way of communicating with the outside world? they fall in love, of course.

★ fic playlist: TBA

★ content warnings : smut, profanity, implied adultery/cheating, slightly graphic.

a/n: this was just an idea that came up to me randomly and i immediately want to write it, so here it is. i know i have a lot of fics uploaded at the moment and i'm so behind on updates, but i can't help it. i also miss writing for tengen, but don't worry, once things have finally calmed down, i will get back to writing. i also really don't want to force myself to write as it will affect the quality of the story so i opted to write only when i'm in the mood.

anyway! i hope you enjoy this one the way you enjoyed parallel lines and invisible strings! also, speaking of tengen, the epilogue for invisible strings is currently underway so keep an eye on that too.

as always! comments and feed backs are highly appreciated! <3

“Good afternoon, passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 89B to Rome. We are now inviting those passengers with small children and any passengers requiring special assistance to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Regular boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes. Thank you.”

"That's our cue. Let's go, babe." You looked up from the book you were reading, still a bit dazed as you were so deep into the novel you were reading. Still, you held out your hand to your fiance, to which Sanemi gladly intertwined your fingers as you walked and boarded the plane.

He looked over to you with a loving smile on his face and said, "Let me guess, you want to sit by the window?"

You giggled, "You know me so well."

"I learned my lesson the last time I took the window seat." Sanemi chuckled

It was during your first anniversary trip to Peru when your fiance took the window seat. You said you didn't mind, but it was written all over your face that you were slightly upset at that time. Since then, Sanemi has let you sit by the window on your succeeding trips.

Window seats are universally loved by nearly everyone, but you have a very specific reason as to why you prefer to sit there than anywhere else. You're a writer yourself, and when you travel, you like to look around as much as possible in hopes of finding your next inspiration for your next novel. It can be something as miniscule as a street sign or something grandiose like witnessing someone get proposed to.

Your last novel was inspired by a woman jogging with her golden retriever, and as usual, your book was a success and was hailed as your best-selling piece. You won multiple awards, held multiple book signings both locally and internationally, and guested on multiple interviews. Just a few years ago, your debut novel was turned into a movie, and it was a blockbuster hit.

"And that's why you're the best fiance ever." you said as you gave him a smooch on the cheeks after settling down on your seat.

"I used to love being called the best boyfriend ever, but being called the best fiance is better."

"Wait til I call you the best husband ever after we get married." You said with a chuckle.

"Oh, I would love that. Can't wait to see you walk down that aisle; just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes." Sanemi confessed as he sported a dreamy look on his face, to which you responded by giving him another kiss, but on his lips this time.

"Me too, baby."

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard Flight 89B with service from Tokyo to Rome. We are currently third in line for takeoff and are expected to be in the air in approximately fourteen hours time. We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and secure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments. We also ask that your seats and table trays be in the upright position for takeoff. Please turn off all personal electronic devices, including laptops and cell phones. Smoking is prohibited for the duration of the flight. Thank you for choosing Japan Airlines. Enjoy your flight.”

You met Sanemi through a mutual friend when he tagged along on your trip to Okinawa. He was the best friend of your best friend's boyfriend. You didn't like him at first because he was so grouchy when you first met, but as you got to know him more over the trip, you realized he was just as soft as he was gruff; it's just not his style to be upfront about his emotions.

Sanemi was the first to confess.

After your trip to Okinawa, you gave each other's phone numbers and social media profiles and have kept in touch ever since. You're not one to spend ungodly hours on your phone, but after meeting him, you would check your phone for any notifications from him. It came to a point where you would check your phone first thing in the morning after waking up.

Sanemi fell first, but you definitely fell harder.

Mitsuri, your best friend showed no mercy in teasing you when you first opened up about your budding infatuation towards his friend because you really did dislike him when you first met him.

You were so hellbent on not associating yourself with Sanemi ever again, but here you are, three years later, happily engaged to him.

Love truly moves in mysterious ways.

Sanemi kissed you back, "I love you so much. Thank you for saying yes."

Feeling your own tears well up in your eyes, you tried to brush it off by giggling, "I love you too, Sanemi."

Three hours into your flight from Tokyo to Rome, your book had been forgotten, and you were now snuggled close to Sanemi, who was reading the newest reports about his favorite basketball team on his tablet. He was also doing some extra work to kill time.

You don't know shit about basketball or sports in general, but you don't mind listening to him babble on about his hobbies the way he would listen to you fangirl about the novels you've been reading.

While he watched the video, he had one arm comfortably wrapped around your shoulders, lulling you to sleep as he urged you to take a nap because you wouldn't be able to reach your destination for another eleven hours or so.

You were finally sound asleep when the pilot's voice broke out across the plane, his voice clearly tinged with urgency.

"Good day, everyone. I'm sorry to interrupt your peaceful trip, but I'd like to let everyone know that we will be experiencing some hard turbulence, but don't worry, we will do our best to keep everyone safe. Make sure your seatbelts are properly fastened—"

Everything unfolded so quickly.

You were about to turn to face Sanemi when he seized you in his arms, and everything went black in an instant.

“Y/N!!!”

You screamed as you bolted awake from your deep slumber

"Oh, you're finally awake."

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COLLEGE HAREM AU. feat jayce, ambessa

please be aware that every character is over the age of eighteen in this au and there will be sexual themes across the whole au- minors do not interact.

content warning. lowercase writing intended, sub ! afab ! reader, dom ! characters, blow jobs, oral sex, fingering, kissing, age gap

JAYCE, vice-president of the student council

jayce runs back and forth between mel's and viktor's office, depending on how busy his day and the school is. of course, he knew you were coming as a matter of fact, he was your tour guide on your very first day at the college. first, he didn't think much of you, you were another student, another face he might cross in the corridors. it wasn't until mel was so fond of you that jayce started to chase you around. telling you he would like to help you with your studies, that if there is any teacher giving you a hard time tell him. he will take care of it for you. he also mentioned if you hear the rumors of him and mel sleeping together then don't be alarmed, even if he did sleep with his president it was only for political advantage over the others in the student council. while all that sweet talk, reassuring, and promises he was pulling you aside to a classroom he knew was not occupied that day and hour. he is a gentleman, he is not going to push you into doing something you don't want to and won't demand you to do it right now, there and then. he will persuade you tho, call you nice names, and caress your sides until his pants are undone by you, on your knees, with his shaft in your hand.

"come on babe, this cock won't suck itself, now will it?"

AMBESSA, history and geography professor

the ex-military woman is no short of strict rules during her classes- no talking, no eating, no drinking, and she makes the seating schedule herself. you were disappointed that you got sorted into the first desk, the closest to the professor's table and the farthest from freedom. although you get some good out of it, the war table in front of the board is something to look for in every class to play around with. but after classes are even more exciting when professor ambessa calls you over, telling you to stay for a minute in that angry, "i'm about to bust your ass for the bad grades" voice of hers. when the last student is finally out, doors are closed, and the only lights on are the farthest ones from your current position she pushes you against that war table, swiping all the figurines and hills onto the floor. her hand sneaks up under your skirt, whispering sweet nothings against your lips as she plays with your clit over your drenched panties. she teases you, lifting her fingers that are dampened with your juices, sucking them off one by one before finally pushing them into you.

"if i could bend you over this table, show everyone what obedience really is... you would never fail this class or please me."

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crescenthoax · 4 months

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a nightmare before Christmas.

🎄or an Annika, Floris, Willa and targtowers Christmas tale🌟

Part one

Part two

Parth three

Summary: Aemond, Daeron, Aegon and Helaena had different things planned for Christmas, but one same fate: their father’s old cabin.

Basically an i’m never gonna love again christmas modern AU because we need to spread some joy on these times and I wanted to write something fun. Mainly centred around Aegon x Female OC.

This is part 1/3. Part 2 coming soon.

🧣⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⍣ ೋ *ੈ🎄‧₊˚ . *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ೃ࿐🌟

“Skiing isn't exactly my strong suit, and you guys know it,” a sharply depressed Floris sighs, watching Annika and Helaena packing as if they were going to the space for five months rather than the Targaryen retreat ski cabin in Aspen. “I thought we agreed that this year would be just the three of us for Christmas. No parties, just peace and quiet.”

“And that's why it's a perfect plan,” Helaena reminds her, with an ear-to-ear smile, something quite uncharacteristic of her occasionally too melancholic personality. Helaena flops down beside her on the bed. “I know you're sad about Aemond, but there's no reason for you to shut yourself in during the holidays. If you don't want to go home, then let's go to Aspen for Christmas.”

“Do you remember our trip to Aspen for graduation?” Annika intervenes. Floris shakes her head; everything was very blurry. “Exactly! And we had fake IDs that weren't accepted at three out of five places. Now it's all legal, babe. Plus, I'm tired of getaways to big cities. I want peace and wildness at the same time.”

“Odd,” Helaena deduces. “What Annika means is that we're going to have a good time. We'll have hot chocolate and all those Christmas things without necessarily the suffocating party Annika's father organizes every forsaken year. By the way, what did you tell him to not go home this year?”

She looks at her nails disinterestedly while appearing thoughtful. “They're busy with the baby, you know. And I think Rhys will go this year, so they won't really miss me much.”

“You usually like going home for the holidays,” Floris insists, knowing that since the moment Annika suggested they stay in the United States instead of going back to London, something must have happened. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, of course. I just don't want to go back this year. You don't want to run into Aemond, Helaena wants to create new traditions, and I want to drink until I lose consciousness and have a sugar high from eating so many s'mores. Whatever happens first.”

Helaena and Floris exchange a glance that she doesn't overlook. “But you haven't wanted to go home since your birthday.”

“Oh, there are just too many ghosts,” she quickly lies. “You know, with my mother's death and all.”

Her father remarrying didn't really affect Annika. Or at least, she never let it show much. Helaena and Floris know when she uses her mother's death as an excuse and to take advantage of people; she always did, and she always will. No one questions a girl's grief for her mother. Annika knows it well.

And they know it's her way of dealing with the situation, even though she doesn't talk about it. So, they let her be. Whatever it is, she'll say it in her own time.

“If you say so...”

“This will be something good,” Annika repeats. “A girls' Christmas. Just us three. No families, no responsibilities, no men. Just us.”

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Willa wrinkles her nose, watching as Daeron struggles to close the door of the huge truck, bags strategically positioned as if it were a game of Tetris.

“I can't believe you convinced me to do this,” she says, a grimace of both distress and regret forming on her face. “I mean, are you sure no one from your family will notice you're not at the boarding school?”

He laughs. “My mother has three more children, and my father has even more children and grandchildren to fill that void. Trust me when I tell you they won't notice that I'm gone. We'll show up for New Year's Eve, I'll introduce you to them, and they won't even remember that we didn't spend Christmas with them.”

“I don't like that plan,” she admits. Daeron finally manages to close the truck after much effort and lets out a grunt. He shakes his hands, then gives Willa a kiss on the forehead.

“Believe me, you'll be more than glad to miss Mr. Lannister's Christmas party. They're basically the land where time stands still, and a vortex opens up and sucks out all your energy,” he explains. “I had the best Christmas of my life last year with your family than any Christmas I've had before.”

She squirms uncomfortably. “Sometimes you make me think you hate your family, Daeron. And I get it, but you can't... I'm sure they love you a lot.”

“I know they do. But, as I told you, Christmas is not really important, and I want to spend it with you. I want us to have a good time before I take you to my family on New Year's and you run in the other direction.”

“If we survived that weekend at your older brother's apartment...”

Daeron shudders as if just the thought of it produces secondhand embarrassment. “Don't remind me. I don't know how to apologize for that. The good news is you won't have to see him again, ever.”

He opens the door for Willa to get in and doesn't wait for a response as he goes around the truck to get into the passenger seat, leaving her with the words on her lips.

“If it helps, I didn't dislike your brother,” she says. “Is he not spending New Year's at your house with all of us?”

“I don't think so. The last time I was home, he was acting too strange. I mean, stranger than usual,” he explains, eyes fixed on the road.

“When was it? Spring?”

“I think so. Yes, yes. I remember because my mother was furious with him for not showing up to Floris's birthday dinner, you know, my brother Aemond's girlfriend. He didn't even go to the party afterward, and he never misses a party.”

“Did he say why?”

“No, he didn't really say anything. I asked Helaena, and she told me Aegon had been in New York a few weeks before but never dropped by to visit her. Aemond thinks he's doing drugs,” he says calmly, then opens his eyes when Willa looks at him horrified. “Oh, no, he's not a drug addict. He’s just the occasionally drunk, harmless brother. His life is not in danger. Aegon has always been like this. He'll be back when he gets over it.”

She scratches her neck, uncomfortable. “The holidays can be triggers for many people, you know?”

“I'm sure Aegon is at a resort in Miami Beach, passed out with a piña colada in his hand and some girl tangled in his sheets as we speak. He's living his best life,” he downplays. “You'll see. Everything will be fine. Plus, we'll get to enjoy some time alone. Don't you like the idea?”

Willa sighs, resigned.

“If I had a family as big as yours...”

“You are my family now,” he finally drops, like a bucket of ice-cold water running down her back and leaving her breathless for a moment. “It's just you and me. And I prefer it very much this way.”

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Aegon groans as he feels a boiling sensation behind his throat, and his mouth automatically fills with saliva, anticipating the vomit that he will never let out. He straightens up quickly, holding his breath to calm his body while everything spins around him.

When he finally makes sense of what's happening, he realizes he has fainted in the kitchen. He leans his back against the wooden shelf, just like when he was little and used to hide while playing with his brothers and nephews and the rest of his family.

He hears footsteps entering the kitchen, echoing on the tiles, but he doesn't bother to lift his gaze; he already knows who it is.

“I didn't expect you to be up so early.”

“Brother,” Aegon grumbles again, getting up from the floor with so much difficulty that sometimes it seems like his youth is just a memory. He looks around confused. “Where’s Melody?”

“You mean Mallory,” he corrects. “Well, she came home with you. I think you guys did it on the couch and the kitchen floor. And she left early.”

Aegon smiles, the memories of the previous night a bit clearer. “Oh, right. And her friend? What was her name? God, I don't think we should go back to that place ever again. Although I don't think they'll let us in.”

“She slept in my bed and left with Mallory early in the morning. I called someone to clean up this mess you left, mess you cannot make again because it’s fucking December 23th and no one will ever come to clean your shit up on Christmas. Now, we have to go to the city, so I suggest you change and dress decently.”

Aegon cracks all the joints in his body without understanding his younger brother's bad mood. He has done everything to get him through his breakup; he took him to the best clubs all over Europe, to Las Vegas, and even agreed to accompany him to an independent film Aemond wanted to watch, consuming large amounts of Adderall to stay awake out of boredom.

No one knows what happened between Floris and Aemond. They were a strange but simple pair; both middle children, introverted, and constantly trying to overachieve. The pride of their families, with a perfect life. Their love was born in the sandbox when they were both children, all the way through high school and what they've made of college, and everyone thought they would continue like that, getting married and having children. After all sandbox love never really dies.

Apparently, everyone was wrong.

In other circumstances, Aegon would have simply called Helaena and asked if she knew exactly what happened; what was so terrible that had Aemond so tense and more unbearably suffocating than usual, but...

“Why do we have to go downtown?” Aegon asks as Aemond hurries to make coffee. The sound of the machine drills into his head; he’s pretty sure his hangover has hangover at this point.

“Because, Aegon, your little girlfriend stole Mom's crystal reindeer,” he mutters with annoyance. “I can't believe you brought me here to fuck any girl stupid enough to fall for your charms and brought her back home completely unconscious. What if I hadn't been here?”

“I think I can take care of myself, Aemond. I've been alive for twenty-four years without your help,” the older one mutters with annoyance. “I brought you here so you could fuck any girl in a miniskirt and forget about your ex-girlfriend. But you're not taking advantage of it.”

Aemond clenches his hands into fists, his knuckles slightly white. “I don't need to fuck anyone to forget about her.”

“What you need is to skip Jason Lannister's insipid party and not go home where the primary topic of conversation will be your relationship with Miss Baratheon’s wake. Believe me, I'm doing you a favour. I've been in your place.”

Aemond laughs. “When have you ever had a meaningful relationship with someone?”

“I don't mean that. I mean I've been a victim of the scrutiny of London's elite.”

“Well, you brought it on yourself after getting drunk and getting into a fight with Dalton Greyjoy at Helaena's debutante ball,” his brother reminds him.

Aegon sighs; it's pointless to explain why he got into a fight with Greyjoy at Helaena's debutante ball. He just learned to live with the label of an alcoholic and violent person and made it his own so that they couldn't hurt him with it.

Oh, and he destroyed any political/professional ties between the Greyjoys and the Targaryens. But that's not exactly a tale fit for Christmas.

“Is Helaena going to the party?” he asks, changing the subject as he opens a beer can under the disapproving gaze of his younger brother. “You have only one eye, and it feels like you have six. Can you relax a bit? I'm on vacation.”

“Your life is a vacation,” Aemond hisses bitterly. “I really don't believe it. She said she planned to stay in New York with Floris and Annika.”

“Is Annika not going to her father's party?”

Aemond shrugs, sipping his coffee. “We didn't go into that much detail; she just said they would stay in New York. She says Floris likes it there, so...”

Aegon smirks maliciously. “I bet Annika is taking her to every possible club to get her fucked and forget about you.”

“Do you have to be so unpleasant all the damn time?” Aemond questions. “She wouldn't do that. Unlike you, Annika knows her and knows she needs other things.”

“Hey, I accompanied you to that horrible movie and saved you from the funeral-party. We'll spend Christmas in a hot tub drinking and eating with some chicks. What more do you want from me?”

Aemond frowns, the last good eye though a bit less harsh, always alert and in disagreement with his words. However, Aegon knows that beneath all that calm and collected facade, he is suffering.

And he doesn't like to see his brother suffer unless he is the one causing it.

“Nothing, Aegon. I don't want anything from you, nor do I expect it,” he replies with annoyance, leaving his empty cup in the sink. “Get dressed. We leave in ten minutes. And you'll pay for those expensive shitty reindeer.”

“Fair enough.”

* 🧣⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⍣ ೋ *ੈ🎄‧₊˚ . *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ೃ࿐🌟

The cold air hits Annika's face, and tosses her golden curls around. She brushes the hair stuck to her lip gloss off her face with annoyance, and her body shivers under all the layers of winter clothing. Her frozen hands tremble as she locks the car door.

“I won't drive in this weather ever again,” she mutters under her breath, striding towards the house porch with long steps, trying not to slip on the ice-covered stones. Helaena and Floris laugh at her from the door. “What?”

“That footwear is a bit impractical, don't you think?” Helaena remarks teasingly.

She looks at her boots without understanding. “They're my Moschino Black Faux Fur Snow Boots.”

“They have fur,” Helaena points out, amused.

“No animals were harmed in the making of these boots,” she retorts, struggling up the stairs. “Stop criticizing me for actually having style and open the door for me, will you? My ass is freezing.”

“Perhaps don't wear those boots outside again. You're going to slip,” Floris recommends, catching Annika's arm to help her with the last steps while Helaena finishes opening the door.

When they enter the cabin, they head straight to Helaena's enormous bedroom amid laughter. The cabin is huge but cozy, with a room for each family member. Floris tries to ignore the fact that she knows by heart the door to Aemond's room and everything inside.

Annika gets rid of her clothes and turns on the heating, trying to warm up. “Does anyone remember how to make hot chocolate?”

“You have the recipe book in the kitchen,” Floris reminds her.

Annika frowns. “Who am I kidding? I don't do kitchen. But we should buy Christmas cookies...”

“You mean, make Christmas cookies?” Helaena raises an eyebrow.

“No, thanks. I just redid my nails. But we could get gingerbread houses to decorate!” She offers hopefully. “But first, I need to shower and change. And before you say anything; I can't feel my toes.”

Hel sighs. “Perhaps Floris and I should go shopping while you shower.”

“Well, I don't do groceries either,” Annika winks at them. “Could you buy me a few things? I'll text them to you. You go while I bathe, and then I'll prepare dinner. Which means, order something to be delivered here and get the wine from the cellar.”

Floris rolls her eyes, not even having taken off her coat. “You better have three glasses of wine waiting for us when we get back to watch a movie.”

Annika snaps her fingers. “Done!” She says, then takes off her fur hat and puts it on Floris. “There you go. So your ideas won't freeze.”

“We'll be back in fifty minutes,” Helaena announces, taking the car keys from Annika's stiff and gloved hands.

As soon as she's alone, Annika rummages through one of her suitcases for her shower things and crosses to the main bathroom, in front of Helaena's room. Unfortunately, her friend's bedroom is not ensuite, and they have endured countless escapes where they had to cross to the bathroom in the middle of the night and lose all glamour by running into one of Helaena's brothers or nephews.

Annika has always loved coming to the Aspen cabin. It has always been a place very different from her home where time seems to run in a different way. Almost magical, though she knows better now to understand magic doesn’t exist. Since she was a child, Helaena and her family often felt more like a family than her own. It was strange because even though Helaena adored her brothers, Annika knew she felt like an outsider. Very alien to them.

In one way or another, the three of them always found a home in themselves. Where they could be without prejudices or fear.

She turns on the shower, letting the water flow hot, even boiling, as she removes her clothes and hangs her pink robe on the nearest hook. She is careful to lift her long and shiny hair to avoid getting it wet and preserve her meticulously done blowout. Her hair has always been one of her best features and is almost sacred to her; curls that fall like a cascade of liquid gold to her waist.

Her muscles contract as her body comes into contact with the hot water, and she sighs relieved. She stays almost inert for a while before taking her shower lotion and starting to wash to remove any remnants of the plane and the trip and New York off her.

And she has a lot to clean. A life of mistakes, an entire year of failure and sins and feelings kept deep in her heart.

But there are still eight days left for her to leave it all behind finally. Eight days for the year to end, and therefore, a new life to begin. A new life where she doesn't make mistakes or hurt anyone and is her best version. Where she is a better person and accompanies Helaena and Floris to do the groceries and learns to make Christmas dinner or hot chocolate.

But she still has eight more days to be the acidic and superficial Annika who runs away from her problems instead of facing them.

When she finishes washing her face, she reaches out for one of the towels before jumping into her robe. At that moment, the door opens abruptly, and the steam that fills the bathroom disperses into the air, letting in a cold draft from the hallway.

She glimpses, through the steam, a platinum blonde mane.

“Hel, come in. Did you return so quickly? I must have lost track of time. Did you bring the things I asked for?”

But Helaena doesn't respond. Annika wraps the small towel around her body and opens the shower door, stepping out.

“Wow, my Christmas wish came true already,” the mischievous and familiar laughter takes her completely by surprise.

Annika screams, disturbed when through the steam, she makes sense of Aegon's figure, Hel's older brother. The unbearable older brother, to be precise. Among other things.

She moves so far back that she slips. Aegon has to hold her arm so that she doesn't fall and hit her head on the edge of the bathtub. When she is stable enough, she pushes him to let go of her bare and wet arms, a bit disturbed by the vulnerable situation, but Aegon holds her so tightly that this time he slips backward and takes her with him.

“You're an idiot!” She yells, holding onto the towel that is the only thing separating her naked body from him.

Aegon laughs painfully. “Wow, my second Christmas wish just came true.”

“What are you doing here?!” Annika demands, too disturbed, while trying to find a way to get off him without pressing any unwanted parts of her body. He looks at her, his blue eyes against her green ones, and smiles.

“I could ask you the same. This is my house.”

When she finally manages to stand up, and the steam has dispersed a bit, she notices that Aemond is standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and a slightly disturbed look. When he notices the blush on Annika's cheeks, he turns away to give her privacy.

“We almost called the police,” Aemond tells her. “What are you doing here?”

“I told you an intruder wasn't going to shower. And I'm sure no intruder would wear those ridiculous fur boots...”

“Would you mind?” Annika says to Aegon, holding the towel against her chest as if her life depends on it while grabbing her robe with the other hand.

“Go ahead, darling.”

“Aegon,” Aemond warns. He grumbles and turns around as Annika puts on the robe without even removing the towel and ties the belt with a knot worthy of the navy.

“Nice knot. Did Greyjoy teach you to do that?” Aegon mocks when he turns to look at her again. She gives him the middle finger. “Would you mind explaining what you're doing here?”

“I came with Helaena and Floris to spend Christmas. What are you doing here?”

“It seems great minds think alike,” Aegon snorts. “A heads-up would have been nice, by the way. What if we were with girls here?”

“You could have warned yourself, too,” she tells him. “And it wouldn't be the first time we find you in a deplorable situation that you dragged Aemond into.”

“You can't stay here,” Aemond takes care of dissipating the heated atmosphere between his brother and the girl. She laughs sarcastically.

“Don't worry, your sister and your ex-girlfriend are shopping and will be back any moment. I'll be waiting for them outside with our luggage; I'll book a hotel.”

She doesn't wait for an answer, passes by Aemond without acknowledging him, and crosses to Helaena's room. Aemond rubs his temples, disturbed and stressed.

“This wasn't part of the plan,” Aegon informs, in case Aemond thought he had orchestrated the encounter intentionally. “You didn't know Helaena was coming?”

“No. She said she was staying in New York. Why would she lie?” Aemond questions.

“Technically, we lied too. But who knows with Helaena...”

“You never lie to Helaena. And she never lies to you. What's going on?” Aemond crosses his arms. “She said you haven't visited her lately. Not even the last time you were in New York.”

“What? Are you a detective now?” Aegon crosses his arms, hurrying to leave the bathroom and go down the stairs to the front door when he hears it open. Aemond follows him, but Aegon stops halfway. “Listen, if you don't want to see Floris, that's fine. I'll deal with them. Lock yourself in your room to cry or whatever you do. I understand...”

Aemond actually considers it but shakes his head. “It's okay.”

Aegon pats his shoulder. Annika comes out already dressed, with perfect hair, and ignores the presence of the brothers to join her friends while holding the phone between her cheek and shoulder, trying to get a hotel reservation. The brothers follow her down, and when they reach the first floor, in the entrance, it's not precisely their friends who are there.

It's Daeron, engaging in... something akin to making out with a girl with intense red hair who hasn't even let go of her bags yet. Both are dripping melted snow, wetting the wooden floor, deeply lost in each other, not caring much. Annika stays still at the foot of the stairs and reaches back to hit Aegon's chest, who looks at them proudly. Aemond crosses his arms while the only girl puts her hand to her mouth.

Aegon claps once. “What a show.”

Daeron and the girl separate as quickly as a spit for a pardon, even more disturbed than Annika was when found in the shower. Aegon looks at Annika and Aemond and laughs. “It will never get old.”

“What are you guys doing here?” The young boy despairs, while the girl hides behind him. Daeron tilts his head at the bizarre situation. “Oh, my God. Please tell me you weren't-“

“Have you gone crazy?” Aemond interrupts. It's been a while since Annika has seen Daeron, and the last time, the boy was at her height. He has grown between a much taller man than Aegon, almost reaching Aemond's height. “Why aren't you at boarding school?”

“It's winter break?” He doubts his answer. “I thought all of you would be either in New York or London for your father's party, Annika. Nice to see you again, by the way.”

“See? That's what you'd expect from my best friend's brothers,” she snorts, approaching him to give him a kiss on the cheek. “How you've grown! And who is this?”

“She yells at us, and he’s the one who gets the kisses,” Aegon complains.

“You never drew me a picture of us while I babysat you,” Annika tells him plainly, while Daeron puts an arm around her shoulders affectionately.

“That's because I was the one taking care of you, brat.”

“This is Willa. She is my girlfriend,” Daeron introduces Willa to Annika. Willa smiles shyly, while Annika grins from ear to ear and shakes her hand warmly. “Willa, this is Annika. An old family friend.”

“Hi, I've heard a lot about you,” Willa says, trying to sound convincingly extroverted despite the humiliation she has suffered. Annika looks at her puzzled and amused at the same time. “He was very much in love with you.”

“I know. It was adorable to see him scare off the boys in my grade with his Spider-Man pajamas on one occasion,” she laughs. “It's a pleasure, Willa. So, I guess the four of you had the same idea. How convenient.”

“Didn’t you guys come together?” Daeron asks, puzzled.

“Of course not. I came with Hel and Flo. They were here, but they didn't have the decency to warn any of us before coming to make a bachelor nest at your parents's family house.”

Aegon rolls his eyes. “And we were having some amazing days until you came to disrupt our peace.”

“Don't worry. I'll leave as soon as I can get a hotel. Daeron? Should I look for something for you and Willa? I think you two had more interesting plans than to spend Christmas with those two,” Annika asks, with the sound of keys on the cell phone she activated just to annoy Aegon. He squints at the sound and groans.

“Yes... I mean, no! This is my house, and I have the right to use it too,” Daeron stands firm.

“Does mom and dad know you're here?” Aegon asks, and the younger one sighs.

“They don't know you're here either,” Annika reminds him.

“Oh, come on. Whose side are you on?”

“Whichever is not yours. We’re leaving because I know none of us wants to spend time with you, but if Daeron wants to stay, you can't just kick him out because you feel like it. And let's be honest... Aemond, are you even having fun?”

Aemond opens his mouth to speak, but his brother interrupts him. “You're a sellout.”

“Sorry, but they're right. I can't stand you for one more day alone. I'll go back home, and I prefer the funeral-party of my relationship than seeing you hook up with a random blonde and calling to clean your vomit from the carpet.”

The front door opens, letting in another freezing gust of wind. “We're...!”

Floris falls silent when they see the scene, just like Helaena, who blinks several times and points at each one as if counting them one by one. “What are you guys doing here?” Helaena asks.

Aegon throws his hands in the air. “I can't do this again. It's not funny if you're not in a compromising situation. Do you have something interesting in those bags? Dildos?”

“Who is that?” Floris whispers to Annika, pointing at the redhead girl, ignoring the fact that Aemond can't take his eyes off her. “What are they doing here?”

Helaena smiles. “You must be Willa! I'm so glad to finally meet you!”

“You knew Daeron had a girlfriend and didn't say anything?” Aemond asks, dismayed. Helaena shrugs after wrapping the girl in a hug; it wasn't her story to tell. “What else haven't you told us?”

“I knew. We spent an entire week together. I’m sure she remembers,” Aegon teases her. “Hi, Willa.”

“Hi… Good to see you again.”

“Oh, don’t lie to him,” says Daeron.

Then, someone knocks on the door. Aegon, who has moved to sit on the steps, lets out a grunt. “If that's Mom and Dad planning a romantic Christmas getaway and coming to install a sex swing, I'm going to shoot them and then shoot myself in the balls.”

Annika scrunches her nose. “Do you have to be so gross all the time?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?” He smirks.

Helaena opens the door a little curiously. “Hello?”

“Hey. You’re Helaena, right?" Asks a brown-haired guy, dressed in a plaid shirt and a black jacket. “I'm Logan. I live in the house next door, remember?”

“The house next door, as in the house that's three kilometers away?” Aemond grumbles.

“Yes, of course, I remember you. How are you? Want to come in?”

Aegon puts his hands to his face and pretends to cry.

“Sure... Sorry to interrupt, but the power has gone out in my house. Is it okay if I stay here for a few hours?” Logan asks. “I know we don't know each other, and I'd go to a café, but it's already dark outside, and they're announcing snowstorms for tomorrow and the day after. It's a bit dangerous to take the road. I might not be able to come back.”

“They just took the road, and they're safe,” Aegon says. “Hey, maybe you can go to the hotel they'll all go to. Maybe all of you can rent the same room and have a Christmas party.”

Logan laughs. “A hotel? On December 23th, with a snowstorm at the door and no previous reservation? Good luck finding something.”

Annika stops dialing numbers and looks a bit irritated at Helaena. “You didn't check the weather before coming, did you?”

“Well, I didn't feel like there was going to be a snowstorm,” she says, a little uncomfortable.

“I see you're having... a family situation here. Maybe I should go,” Logan says this time.

“Wait. Are you from around?” Annika asks.

“Don't talk to her or look her directly in the eyes; she’ll turn you into stone like she's Medusa,” Aegon warns.

Logan ignores him. “Yes, I live here. My family was supposed to come for a visit, but they were arriving tomorrow, and flights have been canceled or rescheduled.”

“Sorry to hear that. And is there no other place we can stay? They don't rent anything either?” Floris asks this time.

“I could try to get you something with a friend, but I don't think so. And anyway, as I told you, going out right now to look for something can be dangerous. If you have the possibility of spending the night here, I suggest you do it,” Logan says.

Aemond looks at Aegon. “Well, I guess our escapade is officially over, thank God. Of course, everyone can stay. We have the space...”

“It was supposed to be just us,” Aegon complains and walks to the door. “Look, it's not even that bad outside.”

He opens the door, and a freezing wind makes a bunch of leaves and sticks enter the house, then slams the door shut. He grits his teeth.

“Just for one night,” Daeron finally gives in and looks at Willa. “At least until tomorrow when things calm down, and we can look for somewhere to stay. We wouldn't even have to see each other's faces.”

“Daeron, it's fine. I don't mind spending time with your family,” she smiles, so delighted with the idea that Floris finds it a bit funny she wants to be part of the messed up gang.

“Yes, Daeron. As if we were going to tell about the time you got lost in the woods, and we found you bathed in cow shit,” Aegon laughs, but no one laughs with him.

“That was you,” Helaena reminds him. “Two years ago.”

“Oh. And what about the time he tried to ride a bike on a beam and fell into a cactus?”

“Again, that was you,” Aemond says this time. “You were drunk as a skunk and insisted on doing it even though everyone told you not to.”

“We pulled thorns out of your ass for three days,” Annika recalls tiredly, then smiles at him. “You've always been a classy boy.”

Aegon looks at her with crossed arms. “At least I didn't ruin my father's wedding with a tantrum.”

“At least I didn't ruin an entire debutante ball,” she mutters back.

“Still on that? It's been years, woman!”

“I have the right to be mad...!”

“Okay, let's not go there,” Aemond warns, placing his hands on Annika's shoulders. Willa hugs Daeron's arm, confused. “We have to endure each other for just one night. Let's not start fighting. We all had fun together before.”

“He's right. You shouldn't fight, even Aemond is trying to get us to have fun,” Helaena suggests, and everyone bursts into laughter. Logan and Willa, more out of obligation than anything else. “I have an idea.”

“Should we get into the hot tub while we drink?” Aegon says, hopeful.

“Are you insane? It's only six in the evening. What are you, a savage?” Floris questions. He opens his mouth to reply, and she shakes her head. “Please, don't answer that.”

“I was going to suggest that we try to cook something. Like... a dinner. And we should all chip in.”

Everyone looks at Annika, who opens her mouth surprised. “Why are you all looking at me? Aegon blew up the microwave making sausages.”

“Yes, because you told me to wrap them in aluminum foil,” he crosses his arms.

Daeron looks at them puzzled. “I thought Aegon was alone when his microwave exploded. Alone and drunk.”

“I told him via text,” she quickly adds. Aegon snorts. “And as a joke.”

"That joke cost me a new kitchen.”

“Well, most of us know not to put metals in the microwave. So, we can make dinner without any problem.”

Annika crosses her arms. “Well… I want an apron.”

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“Logan! Be more careful. This is cashmere!”Annika yells; she's wearing gloves, a chef's hat, and an apron she found in the utility room. No one exactly knows how, considering she hasn't touched anything, but her apron is stained as if she had worked for hours in a fast food factory.

After trying for a while to get her to chop an onion, they gave up, deciding that Annika would slow them down more than help. Aemond and Aegon hadn't been the epitome of efficiency either, so it boiled down to Hel, Floris, Willa, Logan, and Daeron. But they let Annika decorate the cookies while Aegon tried to steal the dough mix.

Logan makes the girls laugh enthusiastically, even Daeron at times.

“I don't like him” Aegon tells Aemond, drinking what's left of his beer. “How do we know he's not a serial killer? Showed up at our door out of nowhere.”

Aemond rolls his singular eye. “Yes. He looks ruthless helping Hel and Annika put sprinkles on the gingerbread man cookies.”

“It could be poison,” he argues, watching as Logan puts icing on Annika's nose, and everyone laughs. “It's not even funny.”

"They seem to think it's hilarious," Aemond replies disinterestedly, while meticulously setting up his glass chess set. “Do you want to play?”

“Can we play strip chess?”

“No.”

“Then, no. But maybe Floris wants to play,” Aegon points to the girl sitting on the kitchen counter, surprisingly quiet amidst the symphony of laughter around her. “Are you going to tell me what happened between you two?”

“Of course. When you tell me why you've been staring at Annika incessantly since she arrived.”

Aegon sighs and settles into the couch. “You know I've always been protective of her. Same with Helaena and Floris. Mother always encouraged me to do it.”

“Well, you seem more jealous than anything, and I don't see you very concerned that your presumed serial killer is clearly interested in our sister,” Aemond points out. Aegon looks at them and furrows his brow.

“Of course not. It's Helaena. She wouldn't...”

“She wouldn't what?”

“Ugh. That’s disgusting,” he mutters at the thought of his younger sister in a relationship.

“Guys, look,” Helaena approaches them as if they summoned her. She holds a tray freshly taken from the oven. “We made us, cookie version!”

Aegon furrows his brow and points at a gingerbread man with a questionable appearance. “What happened to this one?”

“That's you,” she says with a smile. Aemond bites his inner cheek to stifle a laugh. “Annika said she had technical difficulties.”

“It looks like a voodoo doll,” Aemond remarks. “I'd be careful.”

Aegon grumbles and gets up from his seat. He heads to the kitchen annoyed, where Annika is trying to scrape dough off the marble countertop along with Willa and Logan. “Want to smoke a cigarette?”

She looks at him, bewildered. “I'm busy.”

“I'm sure they can finish without you,” he tells her, taking her wrist to drag her to the backyard. She removes the apron, puts on a coat, and her Moschino boots, earning a disgusted look from Aegon, the cigarette hanging between his lips. “Those are the ugliest boots I've ever seen in my life.”

“Well, I have to endure your face on Christmas...”

“Cut the bullshit,” he says, lighting his cigarette and offering Annika fire to light hers. “You've been avoiding me. And now you're more passive-aggressive than usual. People’s starting to notice.”

“I've been avoiding you because you've been avoiding me,” she reminds him, her tone suddenly turning acidic. Aegon knows it well. It's because he's gotten under her skin. “You didn't return my calls, and obviously, I stopped trying. The message was more than clear.”

“Please, it was a relief for you that I didn't return your calls. It's exactly what you wanted,” Aegon points out. “You haven't set foot in your house since spring. Did you not want to run into me?”

“You didn't go to Floris's birthday to avoid running into me. You didn't visit Helaena to avoid running into me. You couldn't even return her calls because you couldn't face her and lie to her face.”

He opens his mouth, but chooses his words carefully. “I guess we've both been avoiding each other, then.”

“Maybe it's for the best, you know?” She shrugs. “Lying became exhausting. I was tired of pretending I was somewhere when I was actually with you. We can't do that.”

“It was good,” Aegon admits.

“Just not good enough for you to want to stop lying to everyone about it,” she deduces, pursing her lips into a thin line as she exhales smoke through her nose. “I understand.”

“I don't think you do,” he says, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand, noticeably uncomfortable. “The problem wasn't that you weren't good enough, quite the opposite. The problem is, you're my little sister's best friend. I've known you forever. It's...”

“If you tell me I'm like your little sister, I'm going to kick you,” she warns. Aegon shakes his head, amused.

“I can't do that to Helaena. I've ruined many things for her and my brothers. I don't want to ruin one of the best things she has. We wouldn't have worked, you and I. You belong with her, not with me.”

Annika nods. “Okay.”

“So, are we good? At least because we're stuck here on Christmas?” He asks, hoping that's the case. But he knows with Annika, things are never that simple. “We can call it a truce.”

“Sure,” she smiles and puts out her cigarette on the floor. Aegon wants to say something else, because he knows he’s hurting her…

But he doesn’t reach for her.

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Willa bites her lip while rummaging through her suitcase. Daeron's room is impeccably clean, and she finds it amusing that he has a solar system décor clearly chosen when he was a child.

“I don't even remember the order of the planets nowadays,” he says to excuse his questionable interior decorating decision.

“Daeron. Can I ask you something?” She says, a bit curious. Her boyfriend settles on the bed with his arms behind his head and nods. “Aegon and Annika...?”

“Ugh. I don't even want to start talking about them,” he sighs as if the topic bores him.

“What did they mean by what they said about the debutante ball-“

“Oh, no. No,” the room's door opens, and Floris walks in unannounced. “We really don't talk about August 15, 2017. It's more like strictly forbidden.”

“Jesus Christ! Can I help you with something?” Daeron asks. “You should’ve knocked first.”

“Hide me until Aemond gets bored of playing chess and invites me to play.”

Daeron rolls his eyes and pats the side of his bed, inviting the girl to sit.

“I'm sorry for interrupting and eavesdropping. Just came to pretend I'm busy.”

“That's okay,” he says. “Willa wanted to know what happened at the debutante ball. If you want the full backstory, we have the right person here.”

“We shouldn't talk about it,” Floris reminds him.

“She's been my girlfriend for a long time. And she's staying much longer... Or not if my family scares her away by barging in unannounced.”

Floris sighs. “You're manipulative. If she's going to stay, then she has to know. And she has to know to never, ever speak on the subject. And no one can know that you know, understand?” Willa nods and sits on the bed with her legs crossed, ready to hear the story.

“You have to swear never to speak of it. If you do, you'll have to turn your firstborn to the devil, and your lineage will be cursed for generations,” Daeron jokes, stretching his leg slightly to playfully hit her. “Think of our children.”

“You two are disgustingly adorable,” Floris laughs, then turns serious as she starts telling the story. “So, it's 2017. Helaena, Annika, and I are, what? Sixteen, seventeen, and we're going to be presented in society. We had months of preparation; wardrobe, our escort, everything had to be perfect. Now that you've seen what Annika's like, I'm sure you can understand the level of detail she put into her preparations. Two years before... Her mother had passed away. It was tough for her, and for Alicent too since they were very close friends.”

“Oh, I didn't know that.”

“Yeah. The thing is, Alicent and Freya, Annika's mother, always wanted Aegon to be Annika's escort for her debutante ball. It was a perfect idea, the first male heir of the Targaryen family and the first daughter of the Lannister family. We all assumed it would be that way... Until two months before the ball, Aegon said he wasn't going to do it. Without any explanation. He was in college, so there really was no way to force him. He showed up on the day of the ball, drunk, and at the end of the dance, for no apparent reason, he attacked Dalton Greyjoy, Annika's escort. It was a disaster. They tried to separate them, but they beat each other up. They knocked down a sculpture, broke a table, and ruined the dress of Annika's mother. Aegon's family paid for all the damages, but since then, they don't take him to any social events.”

Willa looks like she's turned pale. “It's... Wow.”

“Annika and Aegon have hated each other since then. I mean, they always had a strange relationship, but it got worse after that, rightfully so. They keep the peace for Helaena's sake more than anything, and I think after so much time, they've learned to forgive each other,” Daeron says. “I wouldn't even bother trying to understand them.”

Willa nods. “I understand. I... I would never have imagined something like that. They have a strange energy, but I never would've thought they got along badly.”

“Hey!” Annika suddenly opens the door, making everyone startle. She smiles, mischievous. “What are you talking about?”

“School,” Daeron says simply.

“Relationships,” Floris replies at the same time.

Annika frowns.

“Relationships and school,” Willa clarifies.

“Okay... I came to invite you to play. We don't have a board game for this many people, but we thought it would be fun to play something more... Dynamic.”

Daeron straightens up to sit on the bed. “Like what?”

“Never Have I Ever,” Annika says, a sly smile on her face.

#Christmas au #aegon ii targaryen #helaena targaryen #aemond targaryen #daeron targaryen #targtowers #hotd modern au #team green #team green modern au #im never gonna love again #fanfic #aegon targaryen fanfic #aegon targaryen smut #annika lannister #asoiaf #hotd #got #aegon targaryen fic #aemond x oc

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beestriker015 · 7 months

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Aoi Asahina x male aquaphobic s/o

(Non-killing game AU)

1. Swimming

2. Donuts

3. Her boyfriend s/o

(Maybe not in that exact order.)

Aoi met s/o at Hope’s Peak Academy and became friends with him shortly thereafter.

Before long, Aoi began developing feelings for s/o, and with a little encouragement from her best friend Sakura, decided to confess to him.

“S/o, there’s something I need to tell you. We’ve been friends for a while now and I kinda have…feelings for you.”

He looks at her in surprise and doesn’t respond for a brief moment, causing Aoi’s ponytail to droop in sadness as she thinks he doesn’t feel the same way.

However, to her surprise, s/o finally speaks up and tells her that he does return her feelings.

“Really s/o?! You do?!”

She asks him with a hopeful gleam in her eyes.

“Yeah, I do. How could I not? You’re fun, bubbly, always optimistic, and incredibly beautiful. The only reason I never told you how I felt was that I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship.”

Aoi’s ponytail springs up in happiness as she pulls s/o into a tight hug.

“I’m so happy right now! I’m gonna be the best girlfriend you’ve ever had s/o!”

S/o smiles and hugs her back, thus marking the beginning of their relationship.

Early on in the relationship, Aoi began to quickly notice something odd about s/o.

While they do a lot of things together like eating donuts, cuddling, watching movies, etc, s/o never goes swimming with her.

In fact, he always seems to get nervous whenever Aoi talks about swimming, so she decided to ask him about it.

To her shock, s/o tells her that he has a fear of being in water, much to his embarrassment.

“S/o, why didn’t you tell me about this earlier.”

He looks at her and sighs.

“You’re the Ultimate Swimming Pro babe, I thought if you knew that I had aquaphobia, you’d break up with me.”

S/o says to her in sadness before being embraced by his girlfriend.

“I would never break up with you over something like that sweetie, I love you. Everyone is afraid of something, and being afraid of water isn’t something I would ever judge you for.”

“Thank you babe, I love you too.”

He and his girlfriend share a brief kiss before he speaks up.

“I’m guessing that you’re probably wondering why is it that I’m afraid of water huh?”

“Uh-huh, but you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“No, I’ll tell you. When I was around seven years old, my parents took me to the local swimming pool one day. While they weren’t looking, I decided to swim to the deep end of the pool for fun. As I did so, someone decided to jump off the diving board and landed right on top of me, sending me almost to the very bottom. I couldn’t swim to the top fast enough and began to panic, but luckily a lifeguard came and saved me from drowning. I know that it might sound stupid, but ever since then, I’ve always been terrified of swimming.”

After he finishes, Aoi notices him shaking slightly and does her best to comfort him.

“That doesn’t sound stupid at all sweetheart, I’m so sorry you had to go through that. No wonder you act so weird whenever I go to the pool.”

“I hate having this fear, but I don’t know how to get over it. Even the sight of a swimming pool is enough to get my heart rate up”

Aoi thinks for a minute before getting an idea.

“How about you and I go swimming together? I want to help you s/o, and I promise I won’t push you to do anything you aren’t comfortable doing.”

He is hesitant at first, but ultimately agrees with his girlfriend’s suggestion.

With a lot of time, patience, and taking baby steps, Aoi eventually gets her boyfriend to slowly overcome his fear.

“Ok s/o, do you want to try heading to the deep end now?”

He looks at the deep side of the pool as his body begins to shake a little out of fear and nervousness.

“I….I don’t know if I can. My heart feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest.”

“Calm down s/o, I won’t force you to do this. If you decide to, I’ll gladly hold your hand as you swim over ok?

S/o takes a deep breath and takes his girlfriend’s hand.

“L-let’s do this. J-just don’t let go ok?”

Aoi smiles and kisses his cheek.

“I promise you I won’t.”

S/o begins moving slowly before he gets to the point that his feet no longer touch the bottom of the pool.

“W-where’s the floor?! Aoi I can’t feel the bottom anymore!”

He begins panicking as he grips her hand tighter.

“S/o it’s ok, I’ve got you.”

She tells him gently as he continues onward.

As he gets to the beginning of the deep end, s/o’s nerves get the better of him as he lets go of Aoi’s hand and quickly swims back to the shallow end in full blown panic.

“I can’t do it! I’m sorry babe, I’m sorry!”

He begins to break down as Aoi swiftly swims over to s/o and lovingly embraces him.

“Don’t be sorry s/o, you did really well. We can continue to work on this if you want.”

She rubs his back as he wipes away his tears and looks at her.

“W-what if I can never get over this stupid fear?”

He asks with a shaky voice on the verge of breaking down again.

“Then that’s ok. I love you so much s/o, and seeing you having panic attacks like the one you had a moment ago hurts to watch. If we can’t ever go swimming together, that’s fine with me, we can still do other things. You are the most important thing to me sweetheart, regardless of your fear.”

Aoi responds with a calm and soothing tone like a mother would use to put her child at ease.

S/o finally manages to calm down as he gives his girlfriend a warm and thankful smile.

“You are the most amazing woman in the world Aoi, I hope you know that. I feel like I’m the luckiest guy on the planet to be with someone like you.”

She chuckles and blushes before helping her boyfriend out of the pool.

“That’s incredible sweet of you to say, but I think I’m the lucky one here s/o. Now let’s get dried off and go change so we can head to our favorite shop to get some donuts! My treat sweetheart.”

He smiles as they both grab their set of dry clothes and head to their respective changing rooms.

Despite her boyfriend’s fear of water that may never fully go away, Aoi loves s/o with all her heart, and nothing is gonna change that.

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #aoi asahina #aoi asahina x reader #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa thh #male reader #dr1 thh #thh x reader #dr1 trigger happy havoc #aoi x reader #aoi asahina x male reader #danganronpa x male reader

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catnatch · 8 months

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okay so with all this au talk, the DnD college au is actually occupying most of my brain space. here's how it starts (LOTS more info under the cut):

Yosuke is a college first year and has had terrible luck doing the whole fresh start, make lots of friends (and get tons of babes) so far.... so while he doesn't like his suitemate Kubo too much, when Kubo wheedles him to join him for some dorm board game thing (so he doesn't look like too much like a creep going alone; and "it's not like YOU've got any plans on a Friday night, Hanamura") to get close to Yuki-chan- "and there are other hotties there!!" Yosuke doesn't protest TOO much. plus there's free food!

board game thing was actually a DnD session a couple of other first years are trying to put together. also in attendance are: Souji (the dm), Yukiko and Chie (they're already friends but don't know the rest of the group), Kanji, Naoto (Rise is there briefly (she's Naoto's girlfriend); she won't be joining but she wanted to steal Souji's cooking and catch up a little as she, Naoto and Souji are already friends- Naoto is the one to help convince Souji to put together this DnD recruitment, actually. Rise's very busy but she'll appear on occasion throughout the campaign when Souji begs her to play a dramatic bit parts for NPCs) and Ai just cos I feel like other people than the IT should join for a lil bit (she will make an excuse 20 minutes in "ohhhh something came up I'll be right back." she doesn't.) Mitsuo will not be returning after the first session after Yukiko flatly turns him down. Teddie is back home with Yosuke's parents since he's not college age yet and won't be a part of this at all, probably

first session is a little messy (the enthusiasm levels vary wildly among the players) but what hooks Yosuke and gets him to come back again is one of his off the wall ideas in combat actually worked and won them the battle and the dopamine he got from that is unmatched

what's the campaign look like: UHHHHHH i don't know but I have the vague idea it would somewhat mirror the events of p4- so instead of some world ending adventuring maybe the gang uncovers a serial murder plot? but more fantasy. and maybe the murderer's story is somehow tied to the NPC that Yosuke eventually falls in love with idk

the gang's characters!

Naoto already had their character planned out beforehand: an elf ranger ♂ (Souji had to talk them down from going into some super specific off-book combo to not scare off the newbies that hopefully would join). Yukiko, Chie, and Kanji had all actually read the recruitment flyer for this event so had a vague idea of their characters but haven't played a ttrpg before so just went with what appealed to them rather then how they play. Yukiko: tiefling warlock (and after she learned Naoto is x-gender she thought that sounded fun and made her character x-gender as well; Naoto thinks maybe they're being mocked but it's genuine on Yukiko's part). Chie: human monk ♀. Kanji: halfling cleric ♀. Yosuke had no idea what he was getting into so he's just going for what's Coolest. he considered being a super yolked warrior but nah... not even in make believe. But he could be an awesome stealthy ninja!! So he chooses rogue. as for race, he's not going to be an elf that's basically like being a fairy, right, and he's not... but he thinks they get cool bonus powers or something so he'll go with half-elf.

(Ai tried to be an elf princess but Souji gently maneuvered her to elf druid. Kubo went with the first things that caught his eye: dragonborn barbarian)

as for names, only Naoto came up with one already (Erawin <deeply into western high fantasy>); the rest of the gang workshops names at the table:

Yosuke: Jira (i'm not creative what do u want from me .)

Chie<sweating, desperately trying not to say her literal first thought > : her name is……uhhh… <gives up> Lee…

Yukiko just tries vague grunts to turn into a name (“Grgk!” “no” “Aaaht!” “no” “ERP!” “sounds like a belch” <yukiko laugh > “is that a name?? er- no” “Hrk!” “OKAY YES HRK YOU CAN BE HRK”)

Kanji: Usagi (it is for the reason you're thinking)

anyway the main meat of the au is an NPC appearing and then reoccurring throughout the campaign that Yosuke's character forms a natural rapport with... Souji picks up on this and fleshes out the NPC beyond what was a throw away background character. the gang try to do their DnD sessions every week for at least a couple hours, but it still takes them weeks and weeks to get through what Souji planned. since it's so gradual, Yosuke doesn't notice when their characters' banter turned from playful to outright flirtatious...

and he swears he's not like THAT but he can't help getting so genuinely upset when he dies* in Jira's arms and Yosuke can't separate character from person when he hears Souji's voice tells him before he dies that he- he loves--

*temporarily; I'm not a monster

#souyo hell! souyo hell!#blame ribbons (lovingly) for this #au posting

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snowdrop-ivy · 9 months

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Life With U {Blake Gray AU}

A/N: Hey! It's me again. I have a lot of backlogs of ideas that I need to write but I saw these drafts I made when I was obsessed with the sway boys particularly Blake Gray so sharing it with you and I hope you like it! Summary: Gabriella tackles life, heartbreak, friendship, being a social media influencer, and falling for that hunk named, Blake Gray.

There's always a boundary about life and internet. Some don't share their life and some do, just like me. I never even imagined it would bloom into a whopping 80M followers. I mean it just started from a single rant about my high school life transitioned to beauty, dance, and music videos. Still grateful tho.

I rolled my eyes at this 4th take of TikTok video. This is the last chance, if this won't work out, I'm done.

"Gab!" Avery, my bestfriend called from downstairs.

"Yeah?" I yelled.

"Imma head out to Taco Bell. Do you want something?"

"No," I answered. "I'm okay. Take care!"

"Okay, Gabriella, this is the last take. If you can't do it perfectly, you're done," I warned myself.

My hands went flying as I screamed when I perfected the dance. I immediately uploaded it then laid on my bed to take a nap. I have this long test tomorrow and I haven't studied anything.

"Gabriella?" Avery's voice getting louder and louder with the knocks on the door. I immediately opened the door. "Let's go skating."

My eyes opened wide. "Excuse me?" I scoffed. "It's 2 in the afternoon."

"Yeah? And?"

I mocked her. "It's blazing hot."

"Don't be a pussy," she dragged me outside, shoved me my board, then we headed out.

I didn't really had a choice because she's my bestfriend and I love her too much to say no. We are skating downtown to get some sun because we don't really get some Vitamin C.

"That's the sway boys," Avery pointed at Kyo's and his friends' making TikToks outside. "We should say 'hi'," she said, I just nodded.

"Hey, Gab!" Kio shouted. We went near them and hugged each other. "How you've been?"

"I'm good," I said and I hugged all of them except for 2 guys.

One brown-eyed tanned one and white blue-eyed one.

"Oh, by the way, this is Noah and this is Blake," Bryce introduced us. New members, I guess I never attend the meetings they asked us to I just ask Griffin to take some notes. I think I saw them here everyday filming TikToks with the boys. I'm not really here much than I'm supposed to because I'm finishing college.

"Gabby," I shook their hands.

We all went inside to hang out because it was blazing hot. Q's doing a live with Anthony that's why Bryce and Griff are so fucking rowdy. Messing up his live in every way they know. I was in the kitchen hanging out with Kio, Josh, Jaden, and the 2 newbies. Kio's cooking pasta with me and the boys are just talking about casual things.

"How is that different?" Blake laughed. They're probably talking about Noah's hairstyle that he said is 'different'.

I really can't believe that these 2 are just 19 years old. Boys at my school, when they were their age, didn't looked like this. Life is really unfair.

The pasta's done and I served them their plating's which they all said 'Thank you' with their mocked kisses.

"Good?" I laughed when I saw Jaden's face full of pasta sauce from slurping. I handed him a tissue. "Careful, babe, you're not in a competition."

"This shit is so fucking good!" Josh slurped more pasta.

Blake and I locked eyes and we both shook our heads. Damn, those blue eyes. It's very pulling.

"What's that?" Bryce shouted from the hall. He went inside the kitchen with them, still on live. "Here we have, Gabriella, cooking pasta for us because she loves so that much."

I just rolled my eyes and waved at the camera. "Do you guys want some?"

They sat down as I served them more pasta. Griffin does this thing where he pretends he's in a mukbang but this time he did it on a live.

"Today," he cleared his throat. "We are going to eat Gabby's ~special~ pasta."

"Very special," Bryce added.

"So special," Q said. "She only does this for us."

"We're that special to her," Anthony added. "Right, Gab?"

I flipped them off and laughed. My phone rang and it was Tayler calling.

"Hey," I answered. We were supposed to go out and eat but I lost track of time.

"Hype boys are hanging out here. We could just cancel the reservation and hang here."

"Okay," I nodded. "That sounds good. You guys complete there?"

"Yeah," he said. "Well, he's here. Is that okay? We can just hang out in my room."

I shrugged. "No, it's okay. We broke up months ago, I'm okay already."

"Lies."

We both laugh.

"I hate you."

"I love you too, sweetheart. I'll see you here."

I bid goodbye and hung up the phone. I scratched my nose and head back to the kitchen. Q's finished with his live that's why they're just hanging out. Drinking beer and eating pasta.

"I'm gonna go to Hype's. Do you guys want to come?" I asked them.

People think that there's beef between the two houses but there really isn't. We're all good friends and some fans really need to calm down on making false teas.

"Hayes' there, right?" Q asked.

I nodded and scratched my nose once again. It's itching like fuck.

"Is that okay for you?" Kio asked.

Out of them, he's the most protective when it comes to Hayes.

"Yeah," I answered. "I'm going there for Tayler not for him."

"You'd better be," Griffin said. He hates Hayes the most.

"Why'd you guys break up, tho?" Noah suddenly asked. "You two dated for what? Two? Three years?"

"Yeah, three," I said. "He cheated. So we broke up."

"Oh," his face suddenly went aloof. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"It's okay, babe, you didn't know anything," I smiled at him.

There were articles surfacing on why we broke up but I didn't give a full answer. It just wasn't right to bring our problems to the public because they're not involved on the breakup.

"You guys coming?" I asked them. They all nodded and get their selves ready while I clean the kitchen.

Avery went home because she said she isn't feeling the Hype. Noah went outside to answer a call. Blake and I cleaned the kitchen while waiting for them.

"You want to do a TikTok after this?" I asked him as he's wiping the island.

He just nodded and smiled. He became timid when it's just the two of us so I thought of the perfect TikTok video to break the ice. I'll probably do the same to Noah.

"What do you want to do?" He asked, while scrolling through his phone.

"Do you wanna do 24 Man?" I suggested.

He nodded. We "practiced" but I made him sat down to "add" some steps.

"What is this?" He laughed, confusedly. I placed his phone to the bar window to start the video.

"Just trust me, Blake-y boo," I laughed.

"Is that my nickname?" He asked. He probably knows what I call the other boys.

I winked and started the timer. Although his phone's useless because I'm going to use my phone.

"Wait here," I said and left to start the music. I'm already laughing my ass off so I don't how I'm going to pull this off.

I slowly made my way towards him, who's busy dancing the steps.

"Jackrabbit when he put the dick in it

How you nut and you barely put the tip in it?

Sixty seconds, got him gone, that's a quick minute

He ain't never felt some pussy with some grip in it

Hair done, nails done like a bad bitch"

We laughed our asses off and kissed him on the cheek after filming it.

"That's one fucking good TikTok," I laughed. "I think that broke the ice, right?"

"That sure broke the ice."

I did that to all of them to ease into it but it didn't change much because we were hanging out already ever since before Sway happened.

We waited for Noah to finish to do an actual TikTok where you're dancing. We did 24 Man, Rags2Riches, and Wet.

Griffin drove my car to the Hype House because I was too lazy to drive. I'm with Bryce, Blake, and Josh. The others are on the other car, obviously.

"I don't have a good feeling about this," Bryce said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, replying to some comments on my latest video on TikTok.

"I feel like he's going to talk to you and beg you to come back together again..."

"Yeah, yeah," Griff nodded. "What if you just hang out with Tyler in his room?"

"And we keep Hayes off of your sight. I know how douche-y he gets when he sees us hanging with you," Josh said.

"Fucking pussy," Bryce joked and they all laughed.

"You don't have to hate him," I rolled my eyes at them. "He made a mistake and owned up to it. We both moved on and you guys should do too."

"He made that mistake three times, Gab," Griff reminded.

Yeah, thanks for the reminder.

"Wait, is that his anniversary gift to you?" Bryce laughed. I just flipped my finger. Such a dickhead.

Some Hype boys are outside when we got there taking some pictures with fans. We got outside and did the same thing before greeting them.

"Are you here for Hayes or Tayler?" a fan asked which made Bryce and Griffin laugh.

"I'm here for Hype, no specific person," I lied because if I said I'm here for either of them some drama is going to happen and I hate that.

"She came here for me guys, #Gabony is fucking real," Tony hugged me from the back and kissed me on the cheek.

This boy really love the drama. "I hate you so much," I laughed and hugged him back.

"You sure do, babe," he chuckled.

Tayler met me at the gate and gave me a hug which made the fans scream.

"Please date already!"

"Tomorrow, we're busy today!" I joked and we both laughed.

"Sure, you hate drama," he rolled his eyes. "We should probably just hang out in my room because Hayes is drunk and I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

I nodded, he's right. Hayes' is uncontrollable when he's drunk.

"That's the best thing you ever said since you were born, man," Bryce shook his hands.

The boys did too. Tyler knows Noah and Blake already and it makes me so left out because I was out for a month due to exams. I'm on my last year before graduating college and after that, take the board exams and we'll see if I have the strength to go to med school.

I greeted the Hype members first before going to Tyler's room. I laid down his bed and he opened the Netflix so we can watch that crime documentary series I've been pleading him to watch with me.

"We should do TikTok after this," he suggested in the middle of the series.

I nodded because I was so focused on the series. This is the only time I can catch up of the long list of series that I have to watch because he's the only friend who's more patient to watch it with me and wake me up whenever I start to doze off.

"Hey, what's up, man?" He talked to someone on the phone.

I washed my hands and got outside the bathroom. "Who's that?"

"Hey, who's that?" The guy on the phone asked. He turned the phone to me and it was Jason, "Gabriella Bree! What's up, baby?"

"Hey," I laughed and sat beside Tayler. "I'm good. How 'bout you, man?"

"All good. All good," he replied. "Say 'Hi' to the fans tho," he said.

My eyebrow arched as I look confusedly at Tayler. I shook my head in confusion when he and Jason laughed so hard.

"It's FaceTime, right?" I asked him to which he just laughed louder in response.

"You're on Instagram live, Gabby," he said, chuckling.

I gasped in shock. How come that's Instagram live?! I didn't know the new update consisted of that. I am so behind the time now, I feel so fucking old. He scooted over to let me watch in peace while he talks to Jason.

"Are you guys now dating?" Tayler read a comment. He turned to me to let me answer the question.

"Yes, we are. I just asked him to be my boyfriend finally after seven fucking years!" I screamed, raised my hands in Hoo-ray, and chuckled.

"That's the answer guys, the moment of truth. Yes, we're fucking dating."

He ended the live shortly after that. It's these times where I don't care about the drama, I just let people assume what they want because at the end of the day, the people involved in it are the ones who knows the truth. And not the goddamn internet.

>Part 2<

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I'm on a huge Kris x Karl kick rn please tell me more about these two losers I love them

Anon. Beautiful anon. I am so sorry this is late lmao. I wanted to actually give you something in response to this ask, not just muse for a few sentences. I hope you enjoy this ficlet (is it a ficlet if it's over 2k words??? whatever) involving the aforementioned losers, and I'm so very glad you love them as much as I do. :) ******************************************** Tunnel of Love Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x OC Setting: No Village AU, maybe set in Check Engine's universe if you've read my fic Genre: Mostly humorous fluff Warnings: Swearing if that ain't your thing, some heavy petting but nothing I'd classify as too intense. ;) Word count: 2243

“Next. Next, please.”

Kris could scarcely think of a worse summer job than manning a boat ride at the county fair, and she couldn’t blame the exasperation evident in the teenager’s voice as he tried to explain a laundry list of safety precautions to the already-too-handsy couple boarding their swan-shaped vessel. The line staggered ahead lazily as the enticing smell of funnel cake wafted from somewhere nearby. She wondered, if only for a moment, if she could convince Karl that eating more fried monstrosities was a better idea than getting in a completely non-seaworthy watercraft with peeling paint and God knew what staining the moist cushions, but given the way he was already bouncing on the balls of his feet to see how many more couples were ahead of them, she abandoned the hope all too quickly. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, or that she was afraid of water - quite the contrary, under normal circumstances she would have agreed to it with no reservations. If you ignored the questionable sanitation, a slow boat ride through a quiet, dark tunnel sounded almost divine. But these weren’t normal circumstances; she was exhausted. How long had they been here? Twelve hours? How many rides had Karl dragged her on against her will, how many cheap beers had she downed to quell the anxiety of getting into a giant metal death trap over and over again? The ride looked exceptionally dark against the backdrop of the neon carnival lights, the distant ferris wheel in particular drenching the night sky in a sort of kaleidoscope effect that sent Kris’s already uneasy stomach churning. The larger problem, though, as she saw it, was that they were the oldest pair in line. By at least two decades. They were the only middle aged couple in a sea of overly horny teenagers and they looked like lunatics - particularly because Karl also had the “overly horny” part covered. Kris had swatted his hand away from her backside more than once now, the cover of night blessedly shielding her burning cheeks and ears from prying eyes. The line moved again. She shuffled forward, arm in arm with Karl, trying to look as small as possible - a feat that was next to unthinkable given the gargantuan stuffed puppy tucked under her free arm. Yet another ingredient in the stew of her agitation, her boyfriend had made it his God given goal the second they’d arrived to win her the biggest prize possible. It was cute, at first - adorable, even. Karl had scrutinized each game at least twice, asked her opinion on each of the potential spoils and finally landed on the strength-tester after some intense negotiations. “But there’s bigger stuffed puppies at the basketball game over there - don’t you want one of those?” “Babe, they’re bigger than me - are you gonna carry it around? Besides, these ones have bow ties, and everything’s better with a bow tie.” It had been a partial truth. Mostly Kris didn’t want to see Karl get dunked on - literally - by someone half his age. The last thing she needed was him dedicating the following year to avenging himself and trying to become a sports phenomenon with knees that sounded like snapping crab legs every time he stood up. He’d made her laugh, at least, as he put on a show of exaggerated stretches and warm-ups before his attempt. Kris had expected him to fail, to be honest. Karl was strong but she knew most of these games were rigged. Still, she didn’t have the heart to kill his excitement and if he wanted to go for it, who was she to stop him? If he couldn’t do it, she’d happily settle for a more manageable sized prize - perhaps one of the tie dyed teddy bears - and she’d nearly looked away when he’d at last swung down the hammer against the block. She supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised when the bell rang out. Kris had gestured slack-jawed at the black and white puppy with the purple bow tie while Karl grinned like a smarmy tomcat.

Her poor therapist was going to hear another earful of musings about why exactly she’d fallen in love with this greasy asshole - no one could explain it, least of all her. “I think we’re next,” Karl’s excited voice barely restrained to normal levels. “That kid up there chickened out at the last minute.” Probably because they realized these boats are one splinter away from sinking, Kris thought miserably. She turned her head over her shoulder and grimaced at the hordes of teenagers waiting behind them - bright eyed and fashionable and looking nothing like her, with her ever darkening under eye circles and Karl’s ill-fitting oil stained hoodie thrown over her shoulders.

“Oh boy,” she said, straining to match his energy. At last they stepped forward onto the dock, its wet surface shimmering under the cascade of surrounding colors. The ride operator, the only person who looked even remotely as tired as Kris, turned a dead-inside gaze toward them. If he had any thoughts about the weird older couple hopping on a ride notorious for awkward first kisses and wandering hands, he blessedly kept them to himself. “You’ll have to leave the stuffed animal here, ma’am. You can pick it up when the ride is done.” “Oh, yeah. Thanks,” Kris’s arm practically cried out in relief as she plopped Karl’s oversized gift down next to a collection of other toys and purses left behind for safekeeping. “How, uh, how long is this thing? Usually?” The kid sniffed. “I dunno. Five minutes, tops. That is, if no one falls overboard and we have to stop it for an hour.” “Great.” Karl nudged her, practically vibrating with excitement despite the banality of it all. He’d pushed his sunglasses up into his hair, apparently deciding that it would be too dark in the tunnel even for him with them on. His eyes were almost brighter than anything else around them, and Kris nearly felt like complimenting him until he opened his stupid, annoying mouth. “Bet you a corn dog I can get you off before we come out the other end.” The ride operator sighed. Kris wanted to drown herself.

“Please keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times and in a place where we can all see them. And please no inappropriate displays…” he sounded like he wanted to get hit by a stray meteor at all costs.

“Define inappropriate.” Kris had known Karl would say something once they got up here but she hadn’t been sure what. She rolled her eyes and elbowed him in his soft midsection, earning a snicker and a feigned offended exclamation. “I was just asking!” The operator stopped their boat with his foot just long enough for the pair to clamber in. Karl, ever ungraceful, managed to splash water onto the floor when he flopped down next to Kris with zero regard for the integrity of the vessel. He flung an arm around her shoulders and waggled his eyebrows suggestively as the boat lurched forward, setting off into the black light filled tunnel ahead at a lopsided angle. “You’re obnoxious, you know that?” Kris booped the end of his nose with her index finger and pretended to be more interested in the neon paint on the walls than him. “Yeah,” he said, proudly, before scooting a touch closer. “And you’re pretty.” Was he…. Oh no, was he being romantic? “Tell me something I don’t know.” Kris leaned back a bit, forcing Karl to lean in even further. The sounds of the carnival outside began to deaden the further in they traveled, until all that was left was the lapping of the water against the sides of the boat and the crackling sound of public domain piano music warbling out from hidden speakers. To her horror and private delight, Karl decided to put his mouth to use on something better than cheesy pick up lines and infodumping about motorcycles and cars for once. He brushed aside her dark curls from the shoulder closest to him and set to work leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses on the exposed skin of her next while Kris subconsciously shifted, the ache in her feet from walking all day replaced by an ache of another sort, higher up her body. Jesus Christ. She was mad. Mad that she’d agreed to this, mad that she was letting him act like a hormonal sixteen year old on a shitty fair ride, mad that she was getting into it. She had been a respectable person, once. Then her lizard brain had taken over and she’d gotten the hots for her mechanic, and with every passing day she was turning into more of a clown. “Karl–” it came out breathier than she would have liked– “Karl, stop. We’re going to– oh – we’re going to get in trouble, you buffoon.” “Who’s gonna tell,” he murmured against her ear, before tracing her jaw with chaste kisses and bringing a hand up to turn her face to him. “You don’t think they have cameras on this thing?” “Sure they do,” Karl shrugged, “but you think anyone’s actually watching? These guys don’t get paid enough to give a shit.” He was probably right about that. Before Kris could come up with another excuse, Karl captured her lips in his own and settled his hands near her waist, filling her senses with him. She sighed and surrendered herself to the action, too tired and too stupidly in love to fight it. She threaded her fingers through his silvery hair and dragged him closer, pretending to ignore the victorious smirk she felt him pull while his scratchy beard undoubtedly reddened her skin. Jackass. Whatever hastily painted designs littered the walls of the tunnel, neither of them noticed. Kris decided that because the fair was closing in an hour anyway, it wouldn’t matter if they got kicked out - she’d already indulged so much today, what was one more thing? She slipped a hand underneath Karl’s collar and toyed gently with his chest hair, earning a deep growl in response. “Two can play at that,” he muttered before quickly sneaking up the back of her shirt and unhooking her bra with practiced ease - much better than the first time, when Kris had thought he was about to burst into tears trying to figure out how it worked. Some engineer. “Karl!” “What? I’m just following the rules. He said nothing inappropriate - inappropriate would be if I tore your clothes off and did what I’m actually thinking of doing right now. No one’s gonna know I just gave the girls some room to breathe…” “Fuck you.” “Please do, doll.”

Stupid, stupid man with his stupid unkempt beard and his stupid uneven grey hair that he cut himself while drunk in the bathtub. She was angry at how much she liked him. Furious. Kris decided that when they were done sucking each other’s faces off, she was going to throw him overboard in the nasty ride water and make a comment about how he needed a shower anyway. She dragged him in again, with such force that the boat wobbled this time, and let him content himself with his wandering hands and probing tongue. She hated to admit she was enjoying herself. Maybe, maybe, if he behaved, she’d even admit that he’d been right about this whole thing. He’d never shut up about it, but maybe he deserved it… just this once.

The moment never came, though. All too soon the light at the dock beamed around the corner and he pulled away after one last kiss, punctuated by a nip on her lower lip. Kris gasped as if coming up for air, and to her horror she subconsciously leaned after him, trying to capture the moment before it slipped away into the night. She practically crawled into his lap, ignoring the self-satisfied look on his face. “That’s not fair– Karl, you can’t do that to me and just– get back here!”

“Ma’am, please don’t make me call security on you.” Kris froze. When exactly they’d pulled up and stopped, she wasn’t sure. What she was sure of was the fact that there were now a bunch of judgemental teenagers looking at her, someone technically old enough to be their mother, on top of someone who looked like he’d been pulled out of a dumpster, and her hair was undoubtedly askew in such a way to make it obvious what they’d been doing. Karl exited the ride as if nothing was amiss and clicked his tongue in mock disappointment.

“Yeah, pumpkin. So sorry about her, can’t take her anywhere,” Karl gestured in Kris’s direction with a smug grin that made her want to punch his throat. “Let’s get you home to sleep off those beers. You’re kinda obsessed with PDA, you know that?”

Kris clambered out of the boat, quickly snatching the stuffed puppy and tucking it back in its rightful place under her arm, patently refusing Karl’s outstretched hand. The swan boat’s faded eyeball regarded her in a way that was somehow both lifeless and mocking, as if it had seen so many such instances over the years but never got used to them. Her cheeks flared as she stormed past into the yellow glow of the night ahead, ears roaring so loudly it almost drowned out her partner’s guttural laughter.

“I’m going to skin you alive, Karl Heisenberg.”

#asks #karl heisenberg x oc #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg fanfic #resident evil village #resident evil fanfiction

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