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plushii-gutz · 1 year

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Part 3 of Fallen Stars: Reality and Recovery. Keep in mind that this story can change based on the readers' interactions with Glaishur @frosty-glaishur. Also, I made a few references to another users OCs, specifically @bear-cubs-art-things I hope I wrote them accurately ^^"

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Lights buzzed quietly overhead as the shop worker stared tiredly at his tiny TV. It was a small convenience store, opened 24/7, and likely the only location open at this hour. They chewed lazily on a stick of licorice, a bit of lag between his eyes with every blink. It was far too late to still be awake. For the drumpler species, at least. He faded in and out of consciousness, dozing off for a second and jerking awake the next.

They woke up to the sound of their store opening. A small jingle played when a sensor is triggered by movement near the door, helping him be alert of when someone enters.

"Welcome to Leafy's Pick-up and parking," They yawned, " You can call me Junior. I'll be here if you need assistance."

The customers' steps grew distant, nearing the back of the store. The drumpler assumed they were either using the restrooms or looking in the freezer on the back wall. Either way, it gave them more time to wake up.

"Uh, Attmoz? Where are we supposed to get money from?"

Glaishur looked over the glass door, staring in at the many soda bottles and frozen goods. He had tied the blanket he carried around his neck in a cape-like fashion to make it easier to carry, as well as making him feel a tad bit cooler. It was like a cloak, worn by a mysterious monster. Was he a hero or a villain? The world may never know!

"I have three dollars in change that I found underneath the slide at that playground," Attmoz showed off the rusted coins, "and it's just one drink. Maybe a snack, too, if they're lucky. Go ahead and choose something, 'Vana."

Galvana stood on their toes, aiming for a drink a bit higher than they could reach. Attmoz moved it down, letting the little monster get a better grasp. It was admittedly adorable, the bottle almost being as big as the kid themself. They wrapped their arms around it, making it their final decision.

"Is that what you want?" The air monster made sure. Galvana nodded. The lid seemed a bit odd compared to the rest of the drinks, but it wasn't anything the two wouldn't be able to figure out.

"You mind if I look for somethin' ?" The cold monster asked. Obviously, the other two wouldn't mind, so he branched off to look up and down the many aisles.

Attmoz led Galvana to the front, putting the drink on the counter and the handful of change that rattled as it settled. Junior wiped his face, sitting up and processing the purchase with their eyes still stuck to their show.

"Is that all you'd li-.. like." He froze, now looking up.

"Yeah, unless you have an electrical outlet for this lil goober to play with," Attmoz joked. The drumpler stared between the two celestials. They then fell back, flat on the ground. They were out cold, terrified of the mighty gods before him. The two stood silent.

"Uh. You good?" Attmoz finally asked, looking down over the floor. With no response, he sat the coins down and handed Galvana their drink. Glaishur returned with a weird pink bottle, taking in the scene of the passed out drumpler and fallen chair.

"He's fine," the air elementalist stated. "Just a bit.. shocked. A little flabbergasted."

"Uh-huh.. Um. I got some Pepto Bismol."

"What is that? Paint?"

"Tummy hurty fixer."

After a bit more silence, Attmoz motioned for them to leave. Glaishur left a cool rock behind, hoping it'll cheer up the unconscious worker.

The streets were near empty of any monsters, allowing the three celestials to walk with no chance of causing another resident to freak out. The night was illuminated by the dull glow of streetlights and occasional shops. Surprisingly, even Glaishur seemed to be enjoying the time out. He still heard the faint voices in the back of his head telling him to leave Attmoz and Galvana to go home, but they were drowned by the thoughts of possibilities.

Sure, it'll take years to grow accustomed to the island, but there was so much he wanted to see and do. Though he'd have to keep a low profile, it would be worth it.

They stopped on the end of a sidewalk, sitting near the edges of an alleyway. Attmoz read over the instructions on the soda Galvana had chosen. It was a strawberry Ramune, requiring a small marble to be pushed down to carbonate the drink and open it. With a bit of help from Glaishur, it finally opens with a sweet scent. Galvana seems to enjoy it!

"Need help with your pink sauce?" The air monster teased. Glaishur did, in fact, need help. The label on the bottle made little sense, writing too small to read and words that neither understood. Attmoz used the small cup attached to the top in order to give what seemed like a good amount to his friend. One taste of the medicine and it was in the trash. At least the cold monster's reaction was funny. "It's like drinking chalk!" he said, tossing the bottle into the dumpster nearby. After a good laugh, they decided to make their way home. It was late, and Galvana seemed tired. It must have been a lot for the little one. Attmoz lifted them up and over his shoulder, starting the walk back.

"Hey, 'Vana?" He started. Galvana rolled their head a bit, watching Glaishur remove his blanket and make a kind donation to them. "I don't expect you to forgive me. I got a bit.. not cool. Not nice, either. I can't remember what happened exactly, but I did something real wrong, and I can't make it up to you either. Hell, it scared you into talkin'! How fucked is that? If you still choose to be mad, I get it. Maybe next time. I'm sorry, kid."

He wasn't met with a response, apart from his hair being tugged on a bit. He felt that Galvana would give him a chance, but it would require a lot of the trust that had been lost. He was willing to spend years redeeming himself. Galvana - and all of the kids - meant the world to him. He was willing to lose a bit of his childhood in order for them to have theirs, and this island had to be that gift.

Home wasn't far. Glaishurs eye was caught by the glimmering sky, stars that loomed over them for years all the same. But instead of calm, he felt sorrow. Those sparkling stars were nothing but blurred specks. Nowhere near the enchanting rays they once were. His sight had lowered drastically. Or perhaps his mindset of had. He didn't want to complain, but his return to life hadn't been as wonderful as he had wished. It has only been a few days, though. It was sure to change.

"Hey 'Moz?"

"Yeah?" Attmoz answered. Glaishur hesitated, quickly changing his words.

"Should we check on the guy who worked at that store?" He blurted. "Just make sure they're alright."

"Yeah, sure. Tiny here is sleepy, though, so you might have to make the trip alone. I'll wait outside for ya."

They made a quick turn back to the shop, looking in through the front windows. Junior was up and better, but not alone. With him stood a Bowgart, deep blue fur that stands out as much as Viola's, and a monster that Glaishur had never seen before. The Bowgart was visibly anxious, listening to the drumpler speak nonsensical gibberish. Something about seeing their life flash before their eyes, the fury of an angered God, and their soul leaving the mortal plain.

They bought a single soda and possibly stole some Pepto.

"... and all they left behind was this stone! I need to get this to a lab! It could be powerful - mythical, even!" Junior praised.

"It could also jus' be a rock," the plant monster shrugged. They got a few nudges from their friend.

"Twig, I think we should leave. We wanted to check on him, and he's fine. Mostly fine. Probably fine."

"Yeah. It's too late for this shit, Blue."

"Wait!" The drumpler yelled. "If you and your boyfriend stay, I'll give you half the profit! You saved me!"

"Profit?" Twig echoed.

"Boyfriend?" Blue grew tense.

"Yes, absolutely! We need to find the Ethereals and Mythicals! They should be able to track their creators with ease!"

The two monsters gave one another a look before backing out of the shop. Junior tried to convince them of the celestials returning to the monster world and failed.

Glaishur hopped back, running to the side of the shop and hiding. Attmoz stood up, confused as to what was happening. A quick gesture of the cold monsters hand sent him and Galvana into the shadows, hidden away from sight. Twig and Blue went to the right, directly towards them.

"Oh, thank the stars Galvanas asleep," Attmoz whispered to himself. Galvana rolled back, looking directly into his eye.

"Not."

It was all he could mutter out. Galvana seemed to debate this a bit before agreeing to keep quiet. They planned on getting back at him, though, just not tonight.

Blue and Twig walked past, leaving the two undetected. Once gone from sight, Glaishur ran over to join his fellow celestials. With a simple nod, they decided to take a shortcut. Through the alleyways and past an abandoned playground, they approached the hospital and soon the house.

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The door was still unlocked when they had gotten back. They were sure to lock it back, worrying that the worker would hunt them down. He had seemed to be crazy among the few that had come across, and his chances of being believed had to be minimal, right? Besides, they'd have to show themselves at some point. Maybe starting as just a rumor could ease the transition.

The three cleaned themselves of any evidence that they had been out, picking rocks from their pelts and throwing away the glass bottle that had been dragged along. Galvana snuck back into their room, as did Attmoz and Glaishur. Syncopite was still in a deep sleep, giving an easy entrance back into bed. Boo was still under the spare blanket, seemingly waiting for Glaishur's return. Now that he's back, perhaps he can finally show that spirit his plush. He wondered if they were one spirit or many. Too tired to think, the cold monster slipped into a dream.

Attmoz wasn't able to sleep. He only now remembered Furnoss's words, how they would be leaving this house soon. They hadn't chosen a spot to go yet, but he knew it would probably be best to avoid that area for a bit longer. Now, with everyone back, maybe the choice would be easier. In the nicest way possible, he'd rather have Glaishur give advice than Syncopite. It was clear the crystal monster was trying, but most contributions he gave fell flat. Still, whatever criticism they gave would be taken into consideration. It would be everyone's home, after all.

Attmoz assured himself that tomorrow would go by smoothly, that their actions would have minimal consequences, and their future awaiting would be good. He had Glaishur back - how couldn't it be?

#fallen stars msm #fallen stars au #fanfiction #this was kinda rushed ngl

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smokinrat · 2 years

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Hi could I request a Curtis lil sister one where something happens to her or something and she’s like the whole gangs lie sis too and they’re all real worried or something?

Of course! Thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy! I didn’t know how young you wanted her, but since Pony’s 14 and the youngest I went with 11, hope that works!

Big Brothers, Big Tasks

It was 5:37pm and 72 degrees outside, there was an occasional breeze as the sun went down, and the summer months had just started. Darry and Soda were making dinner as the gang watched (more like fought over) the TV when there was knocking at the door. “Steve, go get that.” Soda ordered, Steve rolled his eyes as he stood up from the floor, “Whadda ya want?” He asked while opening the door, half watching the TV - barley paying attention to who was there. “Move your ass, man.”, Steve finally realized who had been standing in front of him once he was pushed to the side. Dally had walked in with (Y/n) Curtis, she was the youngest Curtis - and the only girl out of the four siblings; both of these things combined made the boys pretty protective over her. So when she walked in with Dally with skinned knees, red eyes & tear stained cheeks, a bruise that was forming on her jaw, and palms that had been poorly bandaged they nearly lost their minds right there.

“What happened?!” Soda frantically asked - rushing over from where he’d previously been standing at the stove. “The Timber Street Tigers happened,” Dally grumbled, “Pushed her down and decked her in the jaw just cause she was on “their territory”. Absolute bullshit.” He threw the girl’s roller-skates down near the coffee table before taking out his newest pack of cigarettes and lighting one. “Why were you there?” Darry asked as he pulled (Y/n) into his lap, “He saved me, he pulled the guy off me, and threw him on the ground and kicked him in the ribs.” (Y/n) recapped. “Yeah, and you’re lucky I was there, man. Otherwise your kid-sister would probably still be out there right now, and none of you would be the wiser.” Dally snapped. “Calm down, Dal, he didn’t mean no harm.” Pony said, Dally sent him a combination of a side eye & a death glare, but dropped it. “She’s still bleeding, Superman, you gonna take care of that, or are we gonna get a new red carpet?” Two-bit quipped, “Is it really that much?” (Y/n) asked with worry, but calmed down once she saw that Two-bit was just exaggerating.

“Those guys are assholes anyways, we just won’t go near there anymore.” Johnny suggested, “They shouldn’t get to scare people out of a place they don’t even own, it’s ridiculous!” Pony exclaimed. “We’re still gonna go there, idiots, we’ll go there whenever we want.” Dally started, but not before Darry cut him off, “Not if it gets you all hurt, speaking of which, Two, go get the first aid.” He instructed, putting (Y/n) down on the couch, and walking into the kitchen to check on the food. “How would you go there without getting beat up, anyways?” Soda asked, “I’ll get Tim and his guys to knock some sense into them. He’s been looking for a reason to fight the Timber Street Shitheads for a while now, and I think this would be the perfect motive.” Dally answered with a grin, (Y/n) knew he was always looking for a fight - hell, everyone knew that, but they weren’t expecting him to start a fight, and possible turf war, over them.

Two-bit finally arrived with the first aid, telling Darry how he might as well put it in a safe if he was gonna make it so hard to find. Soda grabbed it out of his hands and started taking care of (Y/n)’s knees and hands, unwrapping the bandaging that has been poorly placed around her palms. After spraying Neosporin, rewrapping the cuts with new bandages, and ruffling her hair Soda led her to the kitchen table. Darry had already started putting plates of food out, with some still on the counter for those who wouldn’t have room to sit at the table. Afterwards it was as normal as an evening would go, the gang watched Mickey, Pink Panther, and Spider-Man before Darry finally called it at 11pm. As (Y/n) wished the gang goodnight, she remembered just how lucky she was to consider them her brothers.

Hope you enjoyed! Please feel free to submit a request (seriously, I don’t care what it is as long as it’s legal, so no incest, Adult x Child, etc.), and have a great rest of your night, love you guys ☺︎︎❤︎

#the outsiders #asks always open #the outsiders ponyboy #the outsiders sodapop #the outsiders darry #the outsiders two bit #the outsiders steve #the outsiders dally #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders johnny #platonic #please request

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loveamirada · 2 years

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King Von-There for you

King Von x (Black)Female Reader!

Contains:Mentions of death

You halfway zipped the top of your black matching leggings hooded set before putting on your fazo's and then adding a jean jacket

Was it the best idea to walk alone to the corner store on the south side of Chicago ?.... hell nah ,but you made sure to attach your mace to your keychain just in case sum tried to pop off,you were hungry not stupid

Yeah ,you were 18 and still not driving,you have a car that your brother got you for your 16th but you failed your test 7 times already

,you couldn't drive for shit...dumb shi huh?

You locked up the apartment before turning the corner and down the stairwell as Mozzy and Posh sat at the bottom of the steps smoking before noticing you as they looked up clearing the path for you to get through"whas good?"mozzy held out his hand"sup"you dapped him up ,posh nodded at you as you returned the gesture before putting on your AirPods as when you down by Polo G ,Lil Tecca and Durk played making sure you could still hear your surroundings as you exited New Englewood Apartments before starting your way to the store.

You wouldn't be walking if your brother Shawn wasn't at work and with you not being a people person at all,you were doing online school for your senior year while he's at work during the day and there wasn't anything in the fridge except baking soda and old lettuce.

As you crossed the street you felt like you entered a whole different world ,it was mind blowing how the streets of Chicago all were different territories and this wasn't yours.

Approaching the store you looked up to see a few guys standing around the entrance having a conversation as another group was on the side of the store in a dice game,minding their business as you did the same.

You entered the store going to the back where the ice dispenser was ,grabbing a medium cup and filling it halfway with ice after doing that you grabbed a bottle of sprite before going over to the candy aisle to grab a blueberry baby bottle pop.

After grabbing snacks ,you were getting rung up ,as you opened the baby bottle pop dumping it over the ice before opening the sprite and pouring it over the coated ice ,mixing it with the the straw ,you popped the lid on before sipping it and being satisfied with the taste as the cashier looked at you with a confused look making you laugh as you handed him a 50 as he gave you a 32 back.

Exiting the store you were met with one of the guys trying to get your attention as you once again put in your AirPods to listen to K camp Ice cold .You knew better than to even hold a conversation with any niggas from over here,you were doing him a favor ignoring em.

After crossing the street you started your way down the long block as you tucked a curly strand of your hair behind your ear as it accidentally tangled with your air pod making it fall out of your ear and drop onto the ground making your music pause as you groaned praying that they weren't broken ,you bent down to pick it up careful not to crease your shoes as you could hear a car approach as you sat up looking over to see a black car with tinted windows and blacked out rims...Von.

He pulled over to the side of the street as his window rolled down ,he bent down to see you through the window"Breanna?"he furrowed his eyebrows ,he looked a little surprised "yeah?"you laughed a little raising your eyebrow

"whatchu doing ova hea?"he asked furrowing his eyebrows again"Shawns at work and we were low on food"you shrugged holding up the bag as he nodded"lemme take you home,you know betta than ta be around hea"he gestured as you folded your lips"I'm coo,really, it's only a few blocks down"you tried to reason as he looked at you with a straight face"okay then"you opened the door getting in as the smell of expensive ass cologne consumed your nose.

Von has always had the assertive demeanor,it's one of the things you liked about him.

You put on your seatbelt putting the crossbody part behind your back as von took out his phone from his pocket tapping on his screen a few times before putting his phone to his ear as you sipped your drink.

"Aye brudda "he spoke through the phone as his face turned into a smile as he pulled off

"Nun much ,listen I got cha sista wit me ,she coo tho"he mentioned you as you looked up at him to see him glance over at you before focusing his attention back on the road"yeah fasho gang"he nodded before hanging up laying his phone in the lap of his black jeans that went with his fitted white tee and navy blue fitted cap.

"Shawn?"you asked with a raised eyebrow looking up at him "yeah"he nodded "he workin late"adjusting his large O Block chain

He continued to drive with one hand as you looked down at your phone to see that it was only 3:56 which explains why the streets weren't too crowded .

Speaking of streets ,he passed yours as you looked out the window confused "Von we passed th-"you started as he interrupted you"I know"he picked up his phone once again"I gotchu"he reassured as you shrugged"jus sitcho lil ass back "he smirked as you smacked your lips before rolling your eyes hiding your smile

it's not like you weren't safe,Shawn and Von have been close since they were kids ,Shawn trusted Von with his own life.

Von and Shawn were so close they grew up calling each other bros and you were Shawns little sister so that made you his friends/bros little sister .

Although Von was 8 years older than you ,you felt like you grew up with them .

With him spending a lot of time at your house growing up ,you developed a kitty crush on him because believe it or not ,Von had a lot of personality at a young age.

You'd always try and be like him when y'all were younger,you wanted to hang with the boys ,be like the boys ,you wanted to get closer to Von and get his attention as a young kid and with you trying to fit in so much ,the boys started to view you as a boy but Von for some reason always treated you nicely and almost fragile like,he actually treated you like a girl.

You were 8 trynna run with sum 16 year olds

Placing his phone back on his lap before looking over at you Von noticed your focus was on your phone ,Arringtons tik tok making you laugh as you were about to take a sip of your drink before it was taken out your hand ,you looked up with a frown on your face as he mugged you back

Von looked straight ahead taking his hand off the wheel for a second to take off the lid looking around in the blue drink"wha typa concoction dis is?"he furrowed his eyebrow looking down as he swirled it "can't even tell you ma boy"you folded your lips smiling fucking wit em as he smacked his lips before putting the lid back on sipping through the straw as you waited for a reaction.

He must've thought ts was good cause it was gone by the time he pulled into the grocery store parking lot.

"what cereal you eat fah breakfast lil folks?"Von adjusted his chain as you pushed the cart through the cereal aisle

"Ion know bout fah breakfeast but Froot Loops always hit"you shrugged

"Whatchu mean?"he asked putting 2 boxes of Froot Loops into the cart

"Ion know I'm not really a breakfast person,I'll eat dem hoes at like 2 in da morning while I'm on Apex "you rested your foot on the bottom rack of the cart as he listened

The cart was already full as y'all were now in the snack aisle as you attempted to reach the double stuffed Oreos on the shelf as Von found it hilarious recording you and shit as you gave up smacking your lips"I'm glad you find this funny witcho bowlegged self"you smiled

"I know you ain't talking ole knock-kneed ass"he laughed grabbing the Oreos as you walked out of the aisle ,leaving him.

"Von What's good man?"the young curly headed cashier smiled dapping up Von as he nodded

"Taking care ah business bro,how you been ?see you working an shi"Von conversed with the 19 yr old dark skin with slanted chocolate eyes and dimples as he nodded

"Yeah ,been straight jus trynna stay outta trouble and help my granny out "he spoke sincerely as they continued

you put the last bag in the cart before checking your phone as Von handed the boy sum that had to have been at least a couple hundred as they slapped hands and exchanged last words as he looked over at you

"See yah around bre "he licked his light pink lip looking down and then looking back up at you as you gave him a closed mouth smile

"Bye Tay"you spoke softly,silently thanking god you were too brown to turn red.

"How you know ma boy Tay?"Von smirked as the light turned green and he pressed on the gas

"We knew each other in grade school"you rolled your eyes looking out the window trying to hide your smile as Von peeped

"Ah why you smiling fah?"he grabbed your jaw to make you face him

"Nothing"you laughing as he turned into the complex

You put up the groceries as Von stood in the door handing out 20s to each of the kids that helped bring in bags as they were geeked asf

Thats another thing you've always loved about him,he loved giving,he made sure everyone around him was straight and was taken care of and had no regrets when it came to giving to others

"Aye gang you betta stay in dem books fah real!"he yelled as the last kid ran down the hall

He closed the door rubbing the back of his neck

"You hungry?"you asked as he sat down on the bar stool"whatchu trynna cook or sum?"he raised his eyebrows adjusting his fitted cap

"Yes,I can cook fah your information"you scoffed as he laughed"yah young ass can't cook ,I watched you grow up ,when you learn ta cook?"He asked "whe-how about I just cook and then you judge?"you smacked your lips as he agreed

"Lemme shower first"you gave him a stank face as you walked off "and jus so you know making shrimp Alfredo off YouTube don't make you a chef"he yelled pulling out his phone as you laughed going off to your room

"Okay now I didn't have all my special ing-"you started as he shook his head"don't wanna hear it"he waved you over as you brought him his hot plate of fried chicken with a side of mash potatoes and gravy with asparagus

"Damn"he furrowed his eyebrows chewing as you bit on your knuckle waiting for his review

"So?..."you raised your eyebrows

"Dis shit good lil folks"he nodded as you smiled

"I told y'all niggas"you laughed pouring him a drink as he threw his hand at you continuing to eat.

"Damn I'm full"he frowned bringing his dish to the sink as you washed out the pan you used to fry the chicken

"Dat jawn was pressuh huh?"you bounced your eyebrows as he smacked his lips taking the sponge from you moving you to the side as he started washing the pan as you laughed

"Thank you fah everything today Daquan"you dried the pan off with the tea towel

"It wasn't nuthin "he held up the plate to his face inspecting a stain as he began scrubbing it causing you to smile

" I'm always gon look out fah my people" he spoke "jus cause I got a lil bread and some fans don't mean imma change or anything ,I'm always gon be the same nigga from O Block "he shrugged... you admired his brown smooth skin as he glanced over at you chuckling as you looked away

"When you graduate?"he asked drying his hands off

"3 weeks and 2 days"you smiled

"Aight"he nodded "you fuh wit dem lace front thangs dem hoes be wearin on they head?"he asked throwing the towel over his shoulder as you furrowed your eyebrows

"They coo ,Ian never gotten one tho"you folded your lips

"Imma get one dem gay niggas dat do nicki an nem shi ta do yah shi"he nodded "why you gotta say allat?"you laughed"dey is ain't they?"he held out his hands laughing

"Can I get one of dem too?"you pointed to his fitted as he smacked his lips placing it on your head as you laughed

"Nah but fah real I'm proud ah you"he spoke seriously as your smile faded "you doing good fah yahself and you grew up ta be decent" you blushed looking at the ground ,if that man didn't stop looking at you like this you was gonna give him problems...✨respectfully✨

"stay focused on yah paper and always keep shit real"he lifted up your chin to look into his eyes before leaning in placing a kiss on your forehead as he pulled back to see your eyes closed making him smile as he turned and walked to the door "lock this doe"he spoke before leaving out as you heard it close making you open your eyes as you walked over locking it as you exhaled putting your head against the door feeling like a fucking simp

You shook your head snapping back to reality as you looked at yourself in the mirror

"Focused and real"you repeated to yourself placing the graduation cap on your head as tears formed in your eyes .

You looked over at the fitted cap that sat on your dresser as you brought it up to your lips giving it a kiss as you could still smell his scent .

After spending time with Von that last time weeks ago ,a week later he'd be shot and killed during an altercation

This shit hurt you like you've never felt before but you've managed to do what you had to do and now you're graduating

Asian❤️

Make sure you send me good pics wit yah hair 💗so happy you graduating 🤍

2:24 pm

Thank you again,Promise I will🤞🏾❤️

#king von #chicago #black reader

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ofphyrric · 2 years

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( kennedy mcmann, twenty one, cis woman, she/her ) hey, is that LILY EVANS wandering the halls without a companion? the SIXTH YEAR is getting bold. and here I thought the GRYFFINDOR was always more trustworthy, tireless, & generous. but then they are also known to be stubborn, reactionary, & overly critical, so maybe that makes sense. these hard times are enough to change anybody, I suppose. and did you hear people are saying they’re in THE ORDER? rumors fly when people are cooped up. here, I’ll show you — LILY always reminded me of the quiet just before the heavens open up with rain, the warmth that floods a kitchen when the oven door opens, the scratch in a record you've played too many times, anger with a cause, and a dandelion growing through the cracks in pavement, setting down roots and reaching towards the sun. and I’ve heard SHE DOESN'T KNOW IF SHE BELONGS IN THE WIZARDING WORLD. let’s hope the MUGGLEBORN doesn’t get attacked by the beast. or let’s at least hope that rumor doesn’t get back to them before they do.

one was vivacious, while the other was reserved. one was quick to snap, while the other was cool and collected. one was magic. the other was not. that was all that mattered in the end.

“you don’t belong here,” her sister looked past her, like even making eye contact would be repulsive. “maybe it’s better if you stay at school over breaks. do they do that? it’s not fair for them to send all of you people back out to the normal world over the summers.”

“you don’t belong here,” the Pureblood boy looked at her like he was looking at a rat on the street. “you should go back home where you belong. it’s not fair that we have to share our school with people who aren’t really even magic.”

the paranoia kicks in. she wonders if people are laughing at her when she walks away, if her friends really like her, if this whole thing is really just an elaborate prank. she wonders when the rug is going to be pulled out from under her.

but still she loves. she loves her friends, loves her classes, loves every single spell she has the honor and privilege to learn. she knows it’ll only hurt more when it’s all over, but she can’t help herself.

she will never stop looking over her shoulder, wondering when the good things will go away. but she savors happiness wherever she can find it. the way the sun streams through her dormitory window in the morning. taking a cold shower on a hot day. underlining a passage in a well-loved book.

she is not always happy. some days she is desperately sad or ferociously angry or confusingly numb. but she tries her best, and that is enough.

STATS:

FULL NAME: lily jean evans

NICKNAME(S): lil, lilyflower

NAME MEANING: a flower representing purity and innocence

AGE: twenty one

DATE OF BIRTH: january 30th

HOUSE: gryffindor

FAMILY: muggleborn (rose evans, mother; peter evans, father; petunia evans, sister)

BOGGART: it’s petunia, but it’s not petunia. it’s petunia staring lily down with her dark eyes cold, jaw tense, and mouth all pursed like she’s bit into a lemon. lily vividly remembers the first time she saw her boggart, and the way her classmates whispered in confusion. compared to everyone else’s dead parents, giant spiders, or clowns, lily’s seemed tame.

AMORTENTIA: the soda bread her mother taught her to make when she was 9, fresh out of the oven. there’s a crispness to it, like the smell of the sky before it snows. there’s an undertone of burning wood- she supposes if she was outdoorsy, she’d be able to identify the tree. the potion itself discomfits her; she’s never been a fan of the idea of soulmates. she isn’t one to leave things up to fate.

CHARACTER PARALLELS: leia organa (star wars), feyre archeron (acotar but she’s also a touch of my love nesta), buffy summers (btvs), max mayfield (stranger things). the love child of eleanor and chidi from the good place.

WANTED CONNECTIONS (updated 12.29)

the first: sweaty hand holding, awkward closed mouth kisses. first love gone sour or simply fizzled out.

the obstinate: lily is hypercompetitive, especially around academics. it’s hard enough to fight herself- she hates having to deal with this person in the meantime.

the brothers in arms: she loves her colleagues in the order of the phoenix like family. it makes her feel a little less lonely every time she sees others stick up for the rights of people like her.

the regretful: lily has a sharp tongue- she hurt this muse with it inadvertently. she now has to prove she said what she did out of frustration, not of cruelty. forgiveness is not always easy to earn

the burnouts: i don’t have a fancy way to put this but this is lily’s blunt rotation.

the mistake: lily and this muse hooked up once at a party and someone might have been drunk and it’s just kind of embarrassing and now they can’t make eye contact

the academics: not to brag, but lily likes to think she’s pretty good at school. she’s more than happy to tutor this muse or to read over their papers- unless she isn’t and the professor asked her to help walk this student she hates through a particularly difficult unit! or maybe lily got a bad grade on an exam and the professor asked this student to tutor her! so many ways to go

#𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗘 || (𝗹𝗶𝗹𝘆)

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sharkguy-97 · 6 months

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Oh btw lil story i did with my ocs lol

A date over the alps

Back in 1999, Dan and Abba were going around in their Panda when Dan asked the driver: "dude... you know you look so cute when you're driving..?"

The driver responds with: "That is so sweet of you, but i can't elaborate because i'm trying not to crash here". It was 1 am.

How did they get there?

It started the day before that. It was 7 am. The two were with Giulia and Gio having breakfast, when dan proposed to cross the country border and kill some time in France.

Gio and Giulia said no, because they had something else in mind for the day. Abba said yes because, well... He likes driving. Also he wanted to see France and taste an authentic crepe.

So the two boys hopped on the Pandino at 10 and went west.

"So, have you ever been in Monte Carlo?" Asked Dan.

"First time. It may seem weird, but i've never been there. There's a distant cousin of mine there, but he's the one that usually comes down for Christmas."

"Oh, does he know some french?"

"Maybe."

About 20 minutes later, dan said that he missed Paris.

"You miss what?" asked Abba surprised.

"Paris. I've been there once and i just miss going out in the street and see the "iron asparagus" pop up among the other buildings. I also miss the french."

Abba gave his boyfriend a concerned stare. "Dan are you good?"

"Yes, yes. I'm weird i know.

But still, i just miss the weird "r" and the u's that have like ten different characters after them that get ignored when pronounced"

"I guess weird al wasn't as weird as you."

"Thanks, Abba."

They laughed a bit.

"You know what i just realized? We still haven't changed our money"

"Aaaah don't you worry, Abba. We have powers!"

"You're right."

Silence.

After some time, they get to the border. They bribe the guards and wave them goodbye. They find themselves in Monte Carlo. They could go spit on some Lamborghinis or go buy something to eat. So they did both.

They went in a bar after the spitting and tire destroying session. Abba finally saw why Dan missed France. Dan's french was so fluid that the author's gender in comparison would look solid as cement.

He got one pepsi while his boyfriend got a lemon soda.

"Did you live in france?" Abba asked him, stunned.

"For uuuh... Three months..?"

"THREE MONTHS??? AND YOU SPEAK FRENCH THIS GOOD???"

"Yes, i had the full immersion. i also studied french in middle school."

"Oh."

And they spent one hour in there, casually chatting.

"How about we go in Paris?" Proposed Abba.

"We're not using the Panda, are we?"

"No, no. We'll use our magic universe bending powers."

So he just snapped his fingers and they found themselves in front of the Eiffel tower.

Dan was completly stunned, petrified. It was standing there, in all of its rusty glory.

"Why the fuck are there scaffoldings all over the asparagus?" Asked Dan, confused.

"Oh! I heard they're putting a gigant display for the new millenium's arrival!"

"Why are they doing it in august?"

"I guess that screen is as big as the next millenium."

"Plausible."

The two started walking around, they saw the Louvre (goddammit they forgot the mona Lisa), the champs d'eliseé (idk how to spell that), the metro signs and hopped in the Moulin rouge.

Much, much later, they were walking along the seine, watching the Eiffel tower shining and glimmering in all of its golden glory and the various lights reflected on the waters.

"Say, Abba. Don't you find this romantic?" Asked Dan.

"Yes..." Replied Abba.

"Dude you good?" Asked Dan, worried.

"Yes, yes... I'm just thinking...

I've been with you for a somehow short time now, and this is the most romantic thing anyone can ever do... why did you do this this early?"

"Well... Let me tell ya, Abba. 24 years from now, we might be sitting in a house, maybe in Pavia or somewhere else and you'll be thinking about this moment, this place, these very footsteps we took... a smile will appear on your face..."

They stopped, gazing at the golden tower.

"...and each time you'll see a picture of this landscape, you'll immediately think of this love we had."

"This is... So poetic..." Said Abba.

"Now, shall we kiss..?" Asked Dan.

Abba quickly turned his head to him. The two were looking into eachother's eyes, still seeing the lights all around them, and they slowly got closer... Closer... Closer... And their lips finally touched. A warm feeling captured the two boys, as they were feeling their touch and their smell, completly isolating them from the enviroment.

That moment... Was so long, yet short...

They slowly opened their eyes...

Then Abba hugged him thightly.

"I've never been this glad to have met anyone in my life before. Thank you so so much for being with me!" Said Abba, with a big smile on his face.

"You're so precious... I will protect you with every cell of my body." Said Dan, patting Abba's head.

So, the two spent part of the night there, walking hand in hand along the the river, until Midnight came.

Then Dan used his mighty powers to get them both back to Monaco and hop on the Panda.

And that leads us here.

What next..?

Oh, they Simply got home, shared some moments together and kissed eachother goodnight. Even if they slept in the same bed.

#shark anthro #anthro #furry #writing #gay #love story #france #otter

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dumbasswhatever · 3 years

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Trucy: hey, um, Polly?

Apollo: yeah? Is something wrong?

Trucy, lip wobbling: not wrong, exactly, but can I- can I get your help with something?

Apollo: oh my god, Trucy, are you okay?

Trucy: I'm fine, I'm fine, but, um... *bursts into tears*

Apollo: wait! It's fine, Trucy, you're fine, I'll do whatever I need to help!

Trucy: just- just tell me, is my- is my...

Apollo: yes?

Trucy:... Is my fake crying realistic?

Apollo:

Apollo: *SHARP INHALE*

#ace attorney #apollo justice #trucy wright #wright anything agency hijinks #They are siblings your honor #Anyways so last time I gave a lil life update it made people happy so here I am again!#I went on another lil walk with my mom and it was nice!#A bit too hot bc it's Florida but the wind was nice #It was just down the street to get a soda but just that lil walk made me feel better #More like I'm actually living in the world #So anyways strongly recommend if you can muster it up. Going on a walk #I think this is gonna be a lil thing my mom and I do maybe once a week which is nice #She's glad to see me getting out of the house and exercising more and I'm glad to get some fresh air and a root beer #Anyways here's the most important part #I saw 36 bees on the way there!#There were a ton of clover flowers and man those bees liked them #They mostly stayed in the sun so I think they were trying to keep warm #Cold lil bees doing their best... :D bees are so cute I love em #Anyways I hope you're all having a nice day and you see a few bees as well #Gonna stop typing now before I reach tag limit

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jemid · 2 years

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"My little diamond." | Yandere! Josuke x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Stalking, forced relationship, violence, yandere, josuke just beating the shit outta ppl basically, swear words, possibly bad writing, sexual harassment, non con kissing, death to a minor character

Summary: You go to your favorite gaming store and some asshole hits on you but not on josuke's watch.

btw this is kinda rushed bc I want to go to sleep ok bye. lololol

It was a nice warm afternoon in Morioh town, Japan. You were walking around the corner of josuke and his friends hangout spot, surprisingly, it was just josuke drinking out of a soda can. He was sitting like the average delinquent. "Josuke, what are you doing here by yourself?" You asked the 16 year old josuke. Josuke stands up with both hands in pocket and looks up at you, his face was blank but it quickly turns into a casual smile that he has always had. "Koichi and okuyasu are supposed to be coming so we can meet up with each other, what are you doing walking all by yourself? It's dangerous out here ya' know." Josuke says while looks around you to see if anyone was following you. "Oh, I was just walking to (insert game store name here) to get a game I've always wanted. I finally have the money now so I'm really excited." "Alrighty (y/n), hope you get the game you want. Have fun." Josuke waves to you, he says goodbye so he doesn't stop you from buying the game you want. You wave back in a friendly way and you're on your way.

Little do you know he stood up and walked behind you when you were a little far from where he was.

"Welcome to (game store name), how may I help you?" "Hello, I wanted to know if have this game in?" You tell the person at the counter. "Oh yes of course, everyone has been buying this game I don't think we have enough to give out to everyone, Haha!" The worker tells you, you giggle and buy the game. You were so excited you couldn't wait to get home.

You stepped out of the store and starting making your way down the street to your house but you were stopped by a somewhat big and older man that smelt just like a douchebag. "Hey baby, wanna go somewhere private for a "little" bwahahaha!" He says while grabbing your waist and your face, you look at him with disgust when he makes his hands to your chest. You were about to scream but josuke was suddenly standing right in front of you. He has his head down and fist balled up. "What do ya want ya lil' shrimp? Your hair looks like steak I could eat it with barbque sauce!" This was his biggest mistake but josuke fists became shakey with anger. "What was that you fuckin' ugly pig?!?" Josuke was pissed. First this bastard harassed you AND insults his hair?? Oh he's dead for sure now. The guy harassing you lets go because he's scared to see what josuke is going to do to him. "I'll punch your face in!" Josuke exclaims. He didn't even raise his fist but in a blink of an eye the guy is flying and is bleeding like crazy. He's going to get the beating of a life time (like Rohan LMAOOO), Josuke is on top of the guy bashing his face him. It looks like the guys face has changed from josuke's punches. "THIS IS WHAT YOU GET YOU PRICK, PEOPLE LIKE YOU BELONG IN HELL!" He stands up and stomps on the guys face causing blood to splatter, even some got on josuke's hair, face and uniform. The guy isn't moving anymore, he's lifeless. "JOSUKE STOP IT! HE'S DEAD!" "GOOD. I COULD GIVE A RAT'S ASS ABOUT HIM." He rubs his shoes on the guys face and kicks it. "That's what he fucking deserves." Josuke says while spitting on the guy's face.

You have never seen josuke act like this, you've seen him act angry when someone insults his hair but not like this. Not when there's blood splatter and josuke not caring at all about it.

You were in shock from the event and your eyes look at the lifeless body and then at josuke. Josuke huffs and puffs and walks over to you. You think he's going to hurt you so you shrink into the corner. Josuke stops in front of you with blood on his face, hands and clothes. He kneels down and looks at you with a smile, the same smile he gave you at the store. You were crying and begging for him to not hurt you, he finds that cute. He gently brushes his hand against your cheek, sadly, you flinch away from his touch like he's a monster. He truly is hurt by that. "Babe, why did you flinch did I do something wrong?" Josuke was delusional, he called you babe? Since when did this relationship start??? "It's ok, I understand. Something's partners go through silent treatment phases." Josuke grabs your chin and kisses you with his bloody lips. Your eyes widen in horror and try to push him off. He pulls you closer instead smashing his lips onto yours. You finally pull away for air and to escape.

You try to run away from josuke crying for someone to save you, suddenly someone grabs your ankle bringing you down to the ground. You look behind you to see, of course it was josuke. Josuke was on top of you pinning you down. He pulls down to your ear whispering..

"My little diamond, why are you refusing my love? Just say you want me and maybe I'll let go of you."

#x reader #x you #x y/n #yandere #gender neutral s/o #yandere x reader #jojo bizarre adventure #jojo x reader #jojo part 3 #josuke x reader #yandere josuke #yandere jojo x reader #yandere jjba #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #josuke higashitaka #diamond is unbreakable #Spotify

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soft-boi-eli · 3 years

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okay I literally just made this acc bc there's no anon requests and I have an idea that I asked someone else but they turned it down and I'm lowkey embarrassed that they denied my request. I PINKY PROMISE ITS NOT BAD, HERE ME OUT

do you think you can write a lil bit about schlatt ending up having to "babysit" the reader (even though she's dead ass 18 lmaoo) because her parents are strict and don't trust her and they think Schlatt is a good influence because his parents are "🇺🇲🍟🐟🐷" but he's genuinely nice and respectful of other peoples views and opinions (unlike his other family). Basically Schlatt was like "aww hell yeah we're gonna play video games until 4am and watch action movies and be homies there's no parents stopping us" but the reader gets her period and she's just like laying around in misery and schlatt literally doesn't know what to do (bc yk periods are supposed to be a secret shhh) so he looks up what to do when girls get their period so while she's sleeping he just goes out and buys a bunch of stuff for her and its just fluffy (DONT FORGET PLATONIC) and the reader wakes up to all this stuff and its just 🥰 anyways she ends up falling asleep while watching Schlatt play COD.

(the reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns)

This is amazing. I have one other request but I am going to hop right on this one. Also sorry about the anon thing. I'm still newish to tumblr and I have no clue on how to turn it on. I've been trying to but i seriously cant find it. 😭

If this takes a bit I do apologize sincerely.

Pronouns:she/her

Warnings:periods cursing, strict parents.

Schaltt with an AFAB bff reader that he 'babysits'

Your parents. Thay dont know when to let you go.

Teaching you everything about females are supposed to be like this or that. Periods arent supposed to be talked about. They were the strict, bible Americans.

The best way to put it. Periods meant sin. And you were supposed to hide it. You were 18 in their eyes you're still a child. A child that worked 2 jobs just to hopefully live away from them.

But there was that rare day where you had it off from both jobs and could just relax.

That was until you heard there was someone coming to babysit you. You're a perfectly capable 18 year old. Not a toddler.

Yet your parents didn't trust you. You have a bed time of 10pm. And they got a baby sitter just for that.

He was there on time. And he looked you up and down in confusion. "This is who I'm babysitting right?" He looked the same age as you. "Alright. There will be no problem. They'll be in bed by 10pm. They'll have dinner at 6PM. And shower at 8pm." Your parents nodded in agreement and he watched them walk off. Shutting the door he looked at you. "Yeah. No. You are a grown woman and I'm not going to force you to do that. Also you're not paying me. You like call of duty? Action movies?" Perking up you nodded. "Yeah!"

He smirked. "Yeah. You up for a long night of movies and games?"

That day bloomed a friendship. The fourth time he came over you two were like best friends.

But the fifth time you seemed like you were dying. Laying around. Not wanting to play games. Not wanting to watch movies.

He was so concerned about you. Like deadass he thought you were dead his parents never saw the importantace of him learning what a period.

When you said the word period he was confused he searched it up and felt dread. You went through what every momth?! You can have so many symptoms yet nothing to help it?! What the fuck!

"Bro you want anything? Need anything?" You looked at him. He looked so concerned for you. "Heating pack. Dark chocolate. Please." He was quick to nod and start the heating pack.

Looking around the kitchen he couldnt find any dark chocolate and there was a store across the street. "You want strawberry ice cream and dark chocolate?"

The quite yeah was heard and he was off and back the heating pack fully heated and the ice cream that perfect texture. And a huge ass bar of dark chocolate. Along with a huge gallon of three flavored ice cream.

You know the neapolitan shit. You were so confused.

"Movie marathon or watching me play COD?" you thought for a sec. "COD." he nodded and sat next to you.

As you ate the sweet strawberry cream with frozen strawberries. Turns out he was preparing for when you finished you ice cream with the gallon.

When he saw you pint empty and you getting slightly sad he paused the game. In the middle of the campaign. And got you a huge ass bowl of the three ice creams.

You had never seemed so happy. Half way through the bowl you rested your head on his lap. You just wanted to sleep now and that's what you did.

You didnt know that schaltt left once more. Buying popcorn, your favorite candy, he felt embarrassed about this but he took a picture of the pads you use, like brand, size and everything. Got you quiet a few packs of them to be safe. Chips, chicken nuggets, even stuff to make your favorite meal by scratch. Stumbling into the stuffed animal aisle he scarned the shelves.

Finding a huge one with a zipper in it you had mentioned your parents have been trying to take your money and you could technically hide it in there.

Checking out the cashier gave him a weird look. But he didnt give two shits, he literally carried it back to your place. No car to help. He took that mile long walk with the bags and got back right before you woke up. Pads in the bathroom everything set up so it was easy access. And the stuffed snorlax was huge.

Like a fuckin bed huge.

He didnt wake you. Just started up his game again.

When you did wake up you were covered in a blanket, snacks set out in a nice array of candy to chips.

Four drinks. Two waters and one coke with the other being your favorite kind of soda.

Then the heavenly scent that came from the kitchen. And before you could even get up to see what it was schaltt came out two (bowls/plates) of your favourite food.

"You didnt have to do this." He shook his head. "I wanted to. You're in pain and all that shit. You need to relax, keep hydrated, stay warm. All of it. And I might as well take care of my best friend."

I have finished. I do apologize if this isnt fully what you wanted!! And the other person was quite mean. I dont reject unless I fully explain it and tell them gently.

But I hope this is good. I have been quite busy as of late due to it being the first and all.

But yeah. Nearly died today and all. Roller coasters, indeed fun, but sometimes unsafe.

It's all good though had lots of fun at a fair, keeping safe with covid and all, I even got a shiny rock I am very happy.

Anyways have a good day!!

#jschlatt x reader #mcyt fluff #schlatt x reader #mcyt schlatt #mcyt #mcyt headcanons #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt platonic #mcyt x y/n

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midasinc · 2 years

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modern gavroche and his brothers

-gavroche's two brothers are surrendered to an orphanage because at that point the thenardiers arent willing to parent anymore. they werent even willing to parent after azelma. so before any of them really have a chance to remember they technically have two little brothers, the babies are gone

-flashforward some years later gavroche is just living his usual life. he doesn't go to school, wanders around the city, and rides around on the metro until he gets bored

-one day, gavroche is humming to himself and walking down the street and notices these two little boys in backpacks oohing and aahing at something in a store window. he's curious by nature, so he walks over and stands next to them as he glances inside. it's a cafe with a little pastry that's iced to look like little turtles

-the littler boy is saying that he really wants it, but the other boy is saying that he doesn't have any money. gavroche looks them over- they're wearing very plain but very presentable clothing, with the same backpacks. they seemed to be doing alright

-so gavroche asks "why dont you just ask your parents to buy it for you?" because they must have the kind of parents in movies that seem to buy their children anything and play catch with them when they get back from school

-they two boys blink at him and the little one just says "we don't have parents"

-gavroche blinks back and thinks about his own mom n pop, the ones that ignore him unless he's in their way, ending in a world of hurt for him. so he shrugs and goes "i guess i dont really have any either" but he does have a wad of cash montparnasse gave him after betting he could beat the kid in the a video game. "You wanna try them?"

-he has enough for three pastries and a soda, so he and the three boys sit at a table outside and eat their turtle treats. gavroche finds that he's the oldest of them all by two years, the other boys live at the orphanage and go to the same school that he's technically enrolled in, and the two are brothers. which makes sense, he supposes. they're both speckles w freckles and have cowlicks in their hair. They kind of remind him of eponine, in a way

-and again, gavroche is curious by nature, so he sort of just interviews them for a while. "why dont you have parents?" - "idk, we've always lived at the orphanage" / "how do you know if you're brothers if you dont have parents?" - "i know he is" the littler boy says "i just know" / "what's your favorite game?" - "we dont really know any games" - "WHAT!"

-gavroche has never met anybody without a favorite game. even the quiet giant guy who occasionally works for his dad had a favorite game when gavroche asked (he said he liked online checkers). this news of these two little boys not having any favorite games is extremely upsetting, therefore he chooses to spend the rest of his cash on taking them to an arcade he really likes. gavroche introduces them to all of his favorites and promises that one day they can come over and play minecraft and fortnite with him bc gavroche is twelve and twelve year old boys love minecraft and fortnite

-he winds up walking them back to the orphanage in the evening because they say they'll get into trouble with their head lady if they're past curfew. he waves goodbye to them and feels a surge of something in his chest. it's hard to explain. he's never really had friends his age before. he wants to buy them more pastries and show them more games and show them the best places to watch tourists getting scammed

-the next few days gavroche waits around the school. he has another handful of cash he stole from his dad's stash and he wants to see them. he never learned their names, but he's affectionately thought of the little one as nitwit and the older one as nimrod. theyre both a little empty-headed and gullible but they're kids and from his superior Twelve Year Old Perspective, he's their elder and must look out for the lil guys

-they run into each other again. nitwit immediately waves and runs over with nimrod close behind. they follow gavroche around like two little ducks

-instead of an elephant, they have an Office. their office is the building the thenardier's live above. it used to be an old glasses store before going out of business. gavroche is pretty good at picking locks and exploring and found a way in through the back. he's kept this a secret for a long long time. when he'd get scared of his parents hurting him when he was younger, he'd hide in the back storage closet inside. to this day, he keeps a few old couch cushions, folding chairs, and snacks inside

-gavroche trusts his boys enough to show them but makes them SWEAR they'll never tell anyone else. promises are a big deal to them and they all pinky swear. the three of them meet up at the office when nitwit and nimrod get out of school. gavroche shows them the DS hand-me-down he also got from parnasse and brings snacks and bottles of soda and juice down so they can play little games. nitwit was really frightened of the store at first because it was pretty dark and spooky, but gavroche has made some changes. he's found flashlights to make it brighter and has blankets and a sonic plush to make him feel a little better

-there’s a great gatsby-style photo of a man's eyes with glasses across from the door of the Office. they all say "big brother is watching" as a joke but none of them have any idea what it means. nitwit just calls it the big brother now. he keeps watch for them and keeps the bad guys away

-sometimes nitwit and nimrod wont see gavroche for days. it isnt uncommon for communication to occasionally go dark for a little bit. when he isn't there, nimrod leaves little letters in the office for him to see when he comes back

-sometimes when he does come back, he's got bruises and scrapes and bruises. gavroche wont ever tell him where he gets them, but both nitwit and nimrod will bring bandaids and such from the orphanage to put on his forehead cut and scraped up knee

-gavroche looks out for them, and they look out for him

#ik it doesnt directly work the same as canon era but #some stuff doesnt exactly parallel in modern era anymore #i just think they deserve to be friends :)#les mis #les miserables #les mis headcanons #modern les mis #gavroche #gavroche thenardier

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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KISMETS (Part 2)

Harry Styles x fem!reader.

Slow burn, platonic love and bunch of affection.

Fluff! Smut! Smut!

Frenemies to lovers, dad!Harry, Bestfriend!Harry.

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST PART ONE PART 3

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth.

Y/N's carrying Harry's babies and is trying not be angry at him for pulling her into all of this with him.

Red's everywhere. It makes her pout. Everyone have someone to celebrate the day but she's the only one giving careless ears to Niall who's sitting opposite from her in the crispy lilac heart booth, "Mean ye' fought again with him?" He stirs the mango bobas in his drink wiggling his brows at her to fill him with some tea. She gasps full of drama and surprises, "What d'ya mean 'again? D'ya think 'm this crackhead that rips people in two for no-reason?" She whispers the last part when a waitress passed by them.

"No. Pet what 'm sayin' is --- you're too, feisty with Harry." He chuckles leaning to meet her betrayed gaze, "Did he bribe you with new golf stick? You've switched sides." She juts her bottom lip wet from pink marmalade drink and startles in her spot when Niall cackled ever so loud at her silliness.

"I just tol' him to go through Chessie marathon somewhere else than my home." Harry was at her flat as always. She was making red velvet strawberry flavoured muffins for the moment ( promised not to give it to Harry — "even if he'll beg") and then she fulfilled her promise when she saw him going through his pictures together with Chessie. The jealous little Y/N jumped out from her polite skin and she just tinsy bit mocked him, "I'd never look back at the person who'd have left me and my children. . ." That broke a mighty bit argument between the two idiots. How they're gonna take care of two babies when they themselves need a person to put them away from eachother?

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth. Sighing he grabs Y/N's hand knocking some sense into mama bear gently and making her nod with the each advice, "'s valentine's day 'course he misses her. His wounds are fresh they need ointment babe -- You've always been so good with him, what's the matter now?"

She circles her fingers round eachother. Sucking her lip harshly and not meeting Niall's intense stare, "Turns me mad that 'cos of one person we're here now." She mumbles caressing the belly button protruding from the flimsy fabric of her oversized hoodie.

"It's the fate, pet. Always tol' me how much you liked kids." She shakes her head in denial. "Not in this situation where 'm lost and doesn't know how it'll work out — " He cuts her off with concern.

"Talked to Harry bout it?" When she again denies he asks, "What you're gonna do about it then?"

"Dunno. Share?" She's new to all of this. What did she actually mean was that they could do it like how divorce parents do it, maybe? Doesn't know how Harry wants to handle the situation just leading a blind eye with him. Hasn't even considered getting ready for the life that'll come along with them.

"They're babies not a packet of crisps, Y/N!." He burst into giggles and she huffs slumping against the foggy window, "Pain in arse you're." She scoffs that pout still intact the whole time while Niall keeps on giggling finding it too funny.

. . .

Walking from the elevator to her flat's door seems like hiking a mountain for her and cherry ontop that the stares she gets from her neighbours is full of judgments. It makes her want to hide underneath her blankets and never pop her head out. Her brows coming together in wonder at the sight of small wood basket at her doorsteps.

"Oh my god don't tell me someone left a baby at my doorsteps, Hello!!!??" She spins here and there but finds no-one but empty hallways when a feeble sound coming from inside it almost made her tumble on her bum. The last thing she wants is not another baby. With a grunty noise she ducks down to lift the basket supporting it at her belly and unlocking the door while trying to squint inside it.

When she throws the lid away a fuzzy little grey creature with big mossy eyes was pawing in air needy for attention, a red choker with heart in centre around her lil neck. It almost brought her to tears. Blame her being extremely emotional these days.

"Awww. Hi!" She fawns picking it up from armpits inspecting the miracle kitten that's here outta no where. A crumpled note laying in the basket with a bunch of colourful disoriented flowers.

"'M sorry fo' throwin' a tantrum and leavin' all fussy. This's oreo. I want her to grow along my kids! Also forgive mee plssssss?"

She giggles throwing her head back snuggling oreo against her throat as she meowed adorably sweet, "Daddy's such a daft ehh?" She says in between breaths petting the new addition to her loved ones.

The first thing she does is call him and he picks on the very ring as if anticipating for it, "Come back home you fool." His smile was infectious as he taps his feet in his car a lil over joyed at the thought.

"So generous." Running upstairs as he used to in oast with anticipation to spill the tea of his day to her in any hour of the day. The door was already open, them standing at the either boundary line of flat. His first priority's always to shower his babies in evermost affection. Falls to his knees smushing his face to her belly quenching outta a ribs aching laugh from her as he caress his cheeks against the soft side of her womb murmuring things that's a secret between him and his babies.

"Hey Angels!" He greets them patching a loving tight kiss atop her belly button that tickles her softly, stands up and meets her teary gaze from laughing with much serenity it knocks breath from her, "Hi mama angel." His whisper fuses against her skin while kissing her cheek.

"Hi. ." She inhales in his woodish vanilla scent. Preventing from melting into his arms she pulls him back from shoulders grinning at him, "Let's ruin valentines watchin' Anne Hathaway's romcom." He tuts instead leading her with him to the sofa.

"Can't be better than that –— let me pop in some popcorns real quick."

. . .

The yellow carpeted floor's littered with candy wrappers, packets of half folded crisps, peach sodas and an empty bowl of popcorns. Oreo snoozing in her basket. They're on their fourth romcom. Her legs in his lap. His's on coffee table. He chuckles everytime she takes almost three minutes to be in a comfortable position, ushering her to sit up so he could put cushions under her.

"Are you craving nama chocolates?" She eyes him nipping at her blanket trying to snuggle closer to him. He runs his thumb at her shoulder blade in soothing circles peering down at her, "'m not pregnant. ye're moppet. havin' a sweet tooth?" When she nods sheepishly he shakes his head quickly hoping on his feet.

"Don't be shy --- dunno where ye' got this giddiness from, 'm your bestie. Gotta tell me yeah? Lemme grab me jacket." He grabs her from wrists helping her up and goes to her wardrobe to get her fist gloves, beanie and warm slippers.

When hears her huffing and puffing grunty-ly his head perks up with brows furrowed, "What's it babe?" He pads towards her and when she turns for him to have a look the zip of her jacket bursts open all the way to end revealing her bump.

She pouts sadly, "Nothin' fits me anymore." He just smiles adorning the same puppy look in his eyes as her's to light up the tension.

"I'll buy ye' new. Those cute maternity clothes, ehh?" Shimmies down the clothing from her shoulders, "oi you don't have to!" She retorts and he bobs his head taking his own puffer jacket off to wrap it round her small body.

"Yes I do." He mumbles zipping her all the way up warm and squishy in his jacket three sizes larger than her. Pulls her hair out and cups the nape of her neck with his calloused soft palm bringing her closer to feather a delicate kiss to her temple, ". . .deserves more than just clothes — deserves the world always gonna be thankful to ye, pet." She gulps the cobweb of silence down her throat fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

"What you'll wear? 'S cold." He gives her an elfin grin flaring a baby pink knitted cardigan he sneaked from her wardrobe, "Harry!" She squeals with a giggle, "You're gonna look like grann Matlinda."

"Ehm. 'etter not forget to send her a picture when 'm matchin' with her." He quips snapping his fingers.

. . .

They walk over the glittery layer of slushie snow and Harry walks infront of her two steps at a time capturing pictures of her as she prowls carefully trying to move the hood away from blocking her vision, "Ye'r walkin' like a penguin -- cutie!" He giggles with each echo of flash.

"Look who's saying an otter himself!" She mimics him and he blushes under the mellowness of street lamp. They're champs at pulling eachother's legs.

"It's soooooo slippery." She complains wiggling her fingers from under the sleeve, "Grab me hand 'n don't leave it kay?" He smiles like advising a three year old who's afraid of crowds in a market. His grip warm and safe for her.

. . .

"Aish. gimme gimme!" She gets all jumpy on her toes when Harry comes out of the shop with a box of chocolates and two sticks. "'Ey greedy pup." He chuckles booping her button nose opening the silky lid of box revealing the velvety delcious chocolates. He picks the stick up taking a piece of chocolate with it and hovering it over her little mouth. Scrunching his nose at how adorable she gets the moment she chews it.

"Hmm. 'S so soft!" She gulps wetting her cold lip getting all butterfly feeling when she catches him gazing down at her as if she hung the moon and saturns. Raises her brow for an inquiry if he's okay tugging him closer with a gentle clutch to his cardigan.

Their surroundings turning into ice crystals of blur carelessness, the noises of glimmering lights into lulls of whisper and their bodies cocooning into snuggly blanket when Harry's fingertips fluttered tenderly against her cheeks glueing her at the spot. Leans in to press his lips softly to her plush sweet ones in a heartwarming caring kiss that flooded her veins with warmth and made her brain mushy unable to think.

"Yours are softer lil penguin." He murmurs stroking the corner of her mouth and smirks when she squeaks a thank you in return.

"Such a cutie." He cooes squishing her blushed cheeks and kissing each of them with loud wet noise till she pushed him away wiping his wetness with a pout. "'M highly offended pet ya never used to wipe me kisses away."

She shuts him up by stuffing a chocolate in his mouth. Walking back home with his arms wrapped around her protectively as he comes up with silly jokes whole way.

. . .

Everything reminds her of him. That fuzz of kitten. The empty box of chocolate. Couldn't even focus on the work she's doing on her laptop. It's just that gooey feeling never left ---- now it has gotten stronger with it's mushk when Harry kissed her under that beautiful sky of wintery lilacs. If he's playing with her feelings he better not cause she'll break him in two in that case.

He was out shopping clothes for her when she texted him if he'll like to eat roasted chicken she made for lunch. The mere thought of him caring for her brings her to tears because before him nobody was there except only him that knew her from the depths of her heart.

"You look pretty. . ." She finds typing hard while laughing this loud as Harry sent her mirror pictures of him trying the maternity clothes himself that he's supposed to buy for her, "Thought a visual representation will be good idea ;)" He shrugs typing back with a grin standing bottom naked in the changing room getting a rolling eye emoji in return.

She yawns putting her phone aside when Harry got busy into his hunt for nice warm clothes for her. Something wasn't fine today. She's been changing sides for an hour now and she couldn't sleep. Her shoulders twitching with each blink of eye and when she finally slips into a light conscious sleep a bone rattling pain shoots through her whole damn body. She jolts from the state of haze and tries to sit up when another zap of pain makes her feel limbless. A feeble grunt of helping cry fizzes out of her when she feels a cramp at the bottom of her spine.

In her panicked state she fumbles for her phone dialing the first emergency number doesn't give him a chance to speak before she's yelling into receiver out of anxiousness, "Harry somethin' not right! — 'm m havin' these contractions —--" He's been out dining with Niall and shoots from his seat the minute her worried voice reached his ear.

"It's okay, lovie. yeah? 'M comin' take deep breaths how we practiced —-- I'll be there in a mo'." He assures her in his softest most pacific rasp but she shakes her head vigorously tears brimming in her sleepy eyes. Oreo tries to comfort her by sitting in her lap and rubbing her crown against her tummy.

"They aren't supposed to come this early . . . fo' fucks sake haven't even started my third trimester!" Harry doesn't know what to do except of consoling her and fidgeting around as Niall drives the car with same expressions of anxiousness and panic as Harry.

"Oh . . It's gone." She frowns in confusion able to sit now and it takes a little of burden away from Harry. He listens to the rustling going on her side jumping on his bum almost screaming into phone, "Stay where you're don' move!"

"Oh my god. They're back I'm not ready for this . . I'm not ready for this Harry." She cries and Harry even leaves Niall behind squeezing into the elevator fingers crossed at his back.

"'M here. Call our midwife can ye' do that fo' me, puppy?" She sniffs nodding to herself. Calling their assisted midwife with shaky fingers and tries to breath looking up at the ceiling.

In the meantime Harry's barging through the door pacing towards her in hurries steps. His face pale that if he has seen a ghost. She tries to saturate the distance between them knowing at this moment how much she wants him in her life.

He sits her back carefully crouches down and wipes her tears away, "'m so scared . ." She whispers squeezing his biceps and her phone's still ringing atop the sheets, "Don't be baby. Ye' have me — 'm not leavin' yer side."

He massages the dimples of her spine and runs warm hands at her sides to calm her down when their midwife picks up their call, "Hi. Is everything okay?"

"No Y/N's havin' these light contractions 'n 's not even the time of her labour." There's a pause from her side and Y/N bolts a worried glance at Harry in return he cradles her cheek to assure her.

"Oh . . that's nothin' to worry bout Mr. Styles. Those're some mild braxton hicks she might have mistaken with labour contractions." They both takes a sigh of relief but the little tick of pain keeps on coming and subsiding.

"They start at the beginning of third trimester, Y/N are you still getting 'em?" She asks her and Y/N clears her throat tugging the sheet beside her.

"Yes but less painful. Is that okay though?"

"Completely okay. Harry rest her against the headboard and push her knees upto her chest they'll be gone in a snap." He nods at her instructions helping Y/N lean against the headboard of bed gently and scooting between her thighs to do as she told.

"Better?" He whispers glancing up at her while wrapping his hands around her bended calves and pushing it slowly against her front, the move relaxing her pelvic muscles. Her head lulls at her shoulders from the effect and she hums from throat making Harry choke on his own spit.

He dares not to drift his gaze from her rigid features which are loosing it's tightness seconds after. Their breaths erratic from the humidity of sexual tension in the room when Y/N gets back to normal diverting her all attention to Harry who has his head tucked between her fleshy thighs. A blush creeping at her flushed cheeks and Harry gives her a flustered chuckle kissing the top of her knee to answer back Miss. Dori who's been asking how's Y/N.

"Stay hydrated and don't forget to take your vitamins." Saying this she ends the call. Y/N takes a huge sigh of relief spreading her legs back and Harry squeezes her ankles, "When was the last time you had a glass water?"

"Two hours ago." He rolls his eyes. "Supposed to be drinkin' every hour . . dehydration's s' unhealthy fo' you pet." He leaves the bed meandering through her wardrobe taking out a bag with Oreo in his armpit.

"What're you doing?" She gasps with wide eyes looking back at Niall who's still standing at the doorframe. God. It's so embarrassing he had to watch all of that. Now, he'll never not stop teasing her about it.

"Packin' 'cos ye're stayin' with me. No protests." Like she was going to. She loves to stay at his house. His guest room's mattress is such a royalty to sleep at.

. . .

When he tucks her under the layers of blanket she decides it's still not warm enough and grabs at his wrist when he was about to leave, "Can we cuddle please?" His lips quirks up with happiness and he crawls to the empty side of bed still letting her hold onto him. Slipping beside her to canoodle her cosily against his front nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck with "mhmpm." sounds of exhaustion.

"Anytime." Her eyelids slip shutting from the comfort he brings along with him, "ye' okay now?" His lips leaves it's sparkle at her skin as he mumbles spooning her from behind and spreads his palm wide atop her belly protectively. She nods cuddling into his bicep kissing the inside of his elbow and slips into darkness just with the song of his breath.

"Good night Angel."

. . .

She wakes up to the ruckus going outside and gurgling stomach from hunger. Pinches the blanket around her head and waddles outside yawning her way. Harry making brekkie in the kitchen, a grinder running, and waffles sizzling as he himself is moving around like Remy the Rat in ratatouille. His muscles stretching out with each haste motion and it made her tummy stir. She's been trying not be horny but it proves to be the hardest task when he's always around being that charming and alluring.

"Pet!" He grins spinning with a VR camera in his hand that makes her giggle, "What you're doing?" She giggles trying to hike up the stool.

"Recording the days with our babies until it's labour." Immediately he's at her side helping her sit up putting the camera at the counter and Y/N waves at it adorably voice low and sleepy, "Hi babies it's me your mommy." It catches Harry off guard. His heart shaped mouth baubles into awed expression as he blinks the shock away from his vision looking down at her.

"What happened?" She asks him in concern but he shakes his head pecking her hair and handing her the camera to go back to prepare brekkie — moreso to recover from the happy surprise of her acceptance or he might scream into these four walls.

He's got a heart of gold. Pure from the selfish intentions and full of love. He thinks he's an utter dimwit for neglecting his feelings for his own fucking bestfriend and finding love into places that were never meant for him. Now, he can't think of someone else as the mother of his children except her.

He smiles wet-ly to himself. Waterline stinging from the sweet epiphany that they're really gonna be parents. Together. That she's his person. Who never left his side. Fulfilled his dream of becoming of a dad when his own girlfriend backed out cowardly. What did he do to get her written in his fate?

"Would we get to eat in this hour of day Chef?" She quips elbow perched on the counter and chin resting in her palm. We. It makes his insides melt into squish of adoration and love for her, "Sorry! I know ye're hungry." He pouts apologetically putting the plates and a glass of smoothie infront of her tucking a napkin into her crew neck.

"I don't need that, pet!!" She laughs squeezing his thigh to refrain from falling -- for the fact she's the most clumsy person Harry knows, "look cute 's just all." He giggles back pulling his bottom lip that she has done a great job of flustering him this early in the morning — gonna be like that the whole darn day with the her words swimming in his mind hi babies it's me your mommy ——

"Hmm. It's so yummy!" She gives him a thumbs up leaning down to sponge a kiss to his cheek and his dimple milks against her lips from the shyness. He scrunches his nose as a cover up from blushieness else he might burst into lil confetti, "yeah?" His irirses twinkles impishly as he gave her an eskimo kiss.

They're so domestically in love. It's cute. Does thingies without knowing they've rocketed past the intense levels of intimacy.

When she whines at the end refusing to drink the green smoothie it's where he went all stern and daddy-ish with her. Pulling her into his lap, holding her wrists with his nimble finger and placing the rim of the glass at her lips encouraging her to drink, "I might puke." She tells him in a warning.

"Okay after drinking this." He declares not caring if she wrenches at him quiping with a pinch of brows petting her back.

"You're sucha meanie bro!" Bestfriend shit. More like lovers shit.

. . .

Blank staring is useless as fuck and mind tiring even if it's done sitting in the comfiest corner of sofa to get a watch of some piece of furniture, toys and clothes that litreally just belongs to little humans that are resting in her womb. There's this nice lady that Harry gave away all of this things to because she's having her third child and couldn't be able to afford this stuff for her baby, at the moment she's here to shift it.

"You don't have to --- I don't care. It's just some stuff you guys bought together." She had told him before he sat on the decision and once he makes up his mind nobody can make him act otherwise.

"Nope. Bought things fo' me babies by the choice of a person who wasn't even their mother in the first place, never deserved to be —-- would never be. We'll do everything from scratch . . ." His words held venom and hatred for her unlike the usual sadness and betrayal they carried weeks ago as he wrapped his forearm around her collarbones flushing her closer to his chest swaying in the living lounge, ". . . remember the plushies nan Matlinda gave ye' on ya eighteenth? Thinking it was yer thirteenth birthday? Found them from under me bed last night. Will throw 'em in the laundry and the descion will be on yours if ye' want them fo' yourself or your babies." She nods giggling and he joins her.

"'Course that'd be s' cute. My kids playin' with plushies that were once mine!" She clapped her hands atop her chest in sheer excitement.

At the moment, he flops onto sofa beside her with a dramatic huff after bidding the lady a warm good bye. Squeezing Y/N ankles as she's laying on her side. A pillow under her thigh for the ease purpose head on the other cushion, "Watching's the hardest work innit toots?" He grins impishly and she bobs her head with hooded eyes.

Rolling her shoulder to pop some joints to show her tiredness she's good at acting made him scoot closer to her immediately, "Actually yes — " Gets cut off with Harry getting really caring about her in instant.

"Lemme give ya good rub." His calloused palms starts it gentle pressure from the heels of her feet tricking up her calves and she hums sweetly with her face smushed into cushion. He does it for a minute, thumbing at her soles and popping her toes making her giggle lazily.

Her breaths turns warmer against the fabric when he glides his touch up her soft thighs running a trembling shiver into her blood and the coaxation from the daily tiredness plus the effect of him on her almost made her whine. Their breaths hitches at the same time his pinky brushes at the curve of her bossom peeking from underneath her pyjama shorts.

It makes her clench her thighs from the burn coiling in her tummy and it's embarrassing because he's doing nothing but giving her a rub. When the second time the pads of his supple fingers paints imaginaries at her skin she wiggles her cute ass and moans with an alluring stretch of throat when Harry slapped her arse playfully.

"'S good?" He rasps palming balmily her bossom ass hands gliding dangerously low to where she's pulsating with desire, "don't tease . ." She gives out a kitten-ish whine griping the corner of cushion to exhert the tension in her muscles. With a single glance to her deshilved state he slides his hand between her fleshy thighs pressing his lanky fingers against the wet splotch of her arousal from the only approximty of him.

"Jeez pet. ye'r absolute soakin'." He whispers circling her clit in tight circles from over her pyjamas and she ruts her hips in his hand for more. He hovers his fingers round the hem of her shorts testing the waters and if she really wants it ---- although she proves it with a groan indicating him to get rid of the material.

"Such a pretty bum 's a shame I got to touch it now." He traces the imprint of his redness on her skin making her hiss into her elbow and he pulls her over his lap; slowly feathering his touch between her pink slick folds down to her hole making her clinch around his digits trying to swallow them.

"S' tight babe. How long someone's been between these beautiful legs?" His words don't carry any taunt. It's just a genuine question. She gulps trying to escape the haze — couldn't when he's gliding his fingers non-stop in her wetness with dirty noises, "dunno . . don't remember!" She squeaks when he slides them inside her with ease from slickness caging a grunty moan that's threatening to slip from his lungs.

"It's been that long then . . ." He drawls out and Y/N's shook that she hasn't heard him in that tone ever before or maybe she's too floaty. This Harry intimidates her in a sweet way, makes her want to be blanketed under his warm weight always, to depend on him and be with him always. Makes her want to kiss him till the colours fade out and blossom back again with the witnesses of their love.

"Harry . ." She moans fogy-ly when he adds two more letting her stickiness drip down his thighs, "Yes baby." He giggles bashfully sneaking his arm under her shoulders to kiss her cheek.

"Gonna cum." She cries out softly nipping at his skin and he pushes his fingers deep till knuckles in her cunt pounding inside her with a pleasuring pressure, "Didn't stop ya." His little bubble kisses trails to the crook of her neck biting down to glitter hues of his affection for her.

"Oh my!" Her eyes popshut and thighs smack crampies his hand cumming on his fingers. Making a mess down his wrists, his trousers and the hem of his shirt. She purrs cheeks smashed near his thick thigh into velvet when he rubs her back to soothe her heated body down as that of a kitten, "Ye purrs are puttin' oreo to shame, moppet." He pushes her up. Straddling her each leg around his torso letting her melt onto him.

"S' warm." He mumbles against her throat pecking where the paths of her veins leads him to. Grabs her chin and nuzzles his nose to the underbelly of her jaw saturating her closer to his chest. She hiccups a breath when his swelling bulge nudges her already sensitive pussy making her wet again; she blames her hormones.

"Can you fuck me, please?" She gives him pleading eyes swiveling her hips back and forth against his thick length, "Don't 've to ask pretty girl." He kisses her mouth. It's not like their first kiss. Their first held innocence and sccachirness. This one's rather filthy, full of sucking, bites and spit. He splits his thumb in her hair cupping her cheeks kissing her passionately and winding his arm around her waist to caress her belly.

When she throws her shirt away he puffs out unbelievably taking in her to memorize each velvteen of her skin, "Fuck you're so beautiful moppet." It splashes blush at her features and his eyes litreally twinkles at the sight of her being like this. When his eyes halt at the swell of her titts he exhales through his nostrils a grin worming up at the little rainbow patterned bra she's wearing.

"Cutie." He kisses her again. It's like he can never stop kissing her ever. Her plump candy lips make it impossible. She skids his trousers down wrapping her hand around his girth squeezing him to quench out a throaty grunt from him. Stroking his cock with his pre-come and arches her back when his weepy head brushes against her cunt.

He helps her to take his cock being ever so carefull with her since she's pregnant but Y/N wants otherwise. She's insatiable. Could bite him whole at the time.

"Use me baby ---- make yourself cum with my cock. Wanted it yeah? C'mon now fuck me pretty girl. Take it all in. Yeah . . . Jus' like that." He grits stretching her to max and brings her neck to snuggle in to his chest when she was about to fall back because of her limbs giving out due to the ecastasy. She spurts out a giggle putting her hands between them to recoup herself and moves with his assistance on her ass.

"It's hard." She whines walls fluttering around his dick making him moan, "what me prick?" He smirks batting his eyelashes to get through the haze.

"Such a rotten joke." She rolls her eyes riding him with faster pace now and it's turning them all sweaty and hot, "mhmp. good girl takin' me cock s' well." His hands wanders above her tummy fondling with her nipples and takes it in his mouth while giving the same attention to other one with his thumb pulling it and tweaking it gently not to harm her, "don't like my jokes but you love my prick --- want to make ye' feel amazin' with it."

His balls thwacking against her bum and she leverages herself with his shoulders crying out in his ear when he hit a spot inside her she could never with her own fingers — she narrows her knees for more closeness and he tucks loose errands of her hair away kissing her temple with closed eyes.

"Tired?" His wet lips teases her earlobe and when she nods he gropes her ass thrusting up inside her, "It feels more good when daddy does it . . doesn't it?" He pounds roughly with a sharp angle of his pelvis and keeps on fucking her till she's crying his name.

She's a puddling. His words only made her float into her own head space where it's golden streaks in the amidst of violet clouds.

His own groans getting hoarse when she pulses around his cock milking and pushing his head fat out it makes him choke onto his spit, "cum for me --- inside me want it s' bad." She whispers woving fingers with his's and pressing it into sofa still grinding down at him whole body jolting from the sensitivity.

He does cum inside her. Filling her to brim with his seed it oozes out making soppy sounds when he pumps it back with lazy strokes to extinguish the last sparkle of fire that was crackling in their insides.

Remains like that. Tangled and dishelved. Listening to eachother's silence. He didn't even got a chance to pull out of her when his phone startled them beside her making her cramp hard around him and his head falls on the headboard with a grunt.

"Fuck." He squints back and pretends to eat the apple of her cheeks with roar like noises tickling her side making her stomach squeeze with laughs when his phone rings for another time and she ushers him to pick it.

His expressions remains stoic. Lips thinned into a hardline as he listens to the person on the other side. She's familiar with it. The feminine seductive voice she can never unhear --- it pangs her heart with an unbearable amount of pain and clogs her windpipes.

Dunno from where she found the need to ask this she did with a second thought from the anxiousness whirling in her mind the second he ends the call, "Are you gonna leave me now?" Tears of hurt without her knowing are already spilling down the valley of her chest.

Harry stares her. But, she could see nothing in them due to blurness from the pulversive of a single call.

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thesightstoshowyou · 4 years

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Bo Sinclair x F Reader (NSFW)

Summary: Bo wants you to pitch in a little more. He gets more than he bargained for.

Warnings: Dubcon, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, slapping, degradation, facial, swearing, objectification of reader, alcohol use, mentions of death and violence.

“Put this on.”

You drop the rag in your hands to catch the yellow floral dress before it smacks you in the face. You glare up at Bo from you spot on the linoleum. Your knees ache. You’d been scrubbing grime off the kitchen floor for two hours.

“What for?” you ask, bracing a hand against the counter to heave yourself to your feet.

“It’s time you start pullin’ your weight.” You look around you, flabbergasted. What had you been doing all this time, if not ‘pullin’ your weight?’ Cooking and cleaning all day, every day wasn’t enough for him?

You keep your mouth shut. The answer is obvious. Of course, it isn’t enough. Nothing would be. If it was up to Bo, you would have been dead the first day you walked into this God-forsaken town.

“Can I at least know what I’m supposed to do? You know, so I do it right?” You adopt a sweeter tone, hoping to quell the sour mood Bo always seemed to be in when he spoke with you.

“Two college assholes campin’ nearby.” Bo adjusts his hat and crosses his arms, leaning against the door frame before continuing, “They’ll be needin’ a fan belt. Lester is on his way to get ‘em. Need you to bring one up to the house for Vincent while I take care of the other one.”

What is it with Bo and fan belts?

Then, the gravity of what he’s said hits you. Instantly, you pale. They’ve never had you participate before. You can’t do it, no way.

“Bo—

“You’ll do this, or I’ll make sure the next one on Vincent’s table is you. Got it?” He snarls, leaning forward and shoving a finger in your face. You clench your jaw, hesitantly nodding. What choice do you have?

“Make yerself decent and meet me at the shop in a half.”

You understand why Bo chose this dress. It’s tight, flaring out at the hips and hanging just halfway down your thighs. Your breasts are almost spilling out the top too. It shouldn’t be hard to lure a ‘college asshole’ up to the house looking the way you do now. You wonder which poor soul wore this dress before they ended up in the museum.

You think you might be sick.

As you walk to the shop, the oppressive Louisiana heat beats down on you, making you squint and pant. Sweat beads along your forehead and chest before spilling into your cleavage. You adjust your outfit, hoping to hide a little more skin. You feel exposed. The old wax woman across the street peers disapprovingly out her window. You flip her the bird. Poor old bitch.

You round the corner to the little gas station, heart hammering. Lester’s truck isn’t there, but you can see three shadows inside the darkened shop window. You fluff up your hair, sucking in a huge breath. You can do this. You have to do this. You don’t have a choice.

“Hey, Bo, need anything?” You adopt a honeyed southern accent, resting your hands on your hips, your face breaking into a smile. You hope it looks genuine.

The three men inside turn to look at you. All three are apparently struck dumb by the sight of you. As you lock eyes with Bo, you fight the blush creeping up your neck. Baby blues rake over your body before snapping back to your face. He grins.

“Hey, sis. Just in time.”

Sis, huh?

“These boys need a V-belt. I don’t see any here. You remember if we have any up at the house?”

“Yeah, we just got some in today,” you chirp, reaching behind you to pull your hair off your dewy neck.

“Would you mind takin’ one of these two up to the house to get it? I ought to go over cost of repairs here.”

“Can do.”

“Dibs!” shouts one of the boys, a tall, lanky thing wearing the stupidest sleeveless shirt you’ve ever seen. ‘Party with Sluts’ it reads. Okay, maybe this won’t be so hard. His friend punches him in the arm and he laughs before sauntering over to you, motioning for you to lead the way.

“Hey, behave yerself. That’s my lil’ sister.” If you didn’t know Bo, you’d think he was teasing, messing with the kid, but the smirk curling across his face tells you he’s dead serious. No part of that smile reaches his eyes. You do not envy the kid you’re leaving here with him.

“Bo! Knock it off,” you giggle, pretending to be embarrassed.

If you were to look back on the conversation you had with the nameless guy you’re leading to his death, you wouldn’t remember a word of it. Your blood rushes too loudly in your ears to hear half of what he’s saying. You just giggle and play with your hair every time he speaks. It seems to be working.

“Uh, kay, wait here, I’ll just run upstairs and get the belt,” you say a little too loud so Vincent can hear. You leave him at the bottom of the stairs, careful to accentuate the sway of your hips as you climb the steps so he’s distracted.

Vincent wastes no time. As soon as you make it to the top, you hear a strangled shout, a heavy thud, then nothing. You don’t turn around.

The second you make it to your room you peel the dress off your sticky skin and hurl it across the room. Desperately, you fight the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes and the burn in your throat. You had to. You had to. You can’t die yet, not after everything you’ve been through.

You carefully level off a cup of flour before tipping it into a bowl on the counter. You do the same with the baking powder, salt, baking soda….

It’s three something in the morning. You haven’t been able to sleep all night. So, you do what you always do when you can’t sleep: You bake cookies.

You gather up the butter wrappings and head for the trash can. As you move, you catch something out of the corner of your eye and jump in shock, gasping and bracing a hand against your chest.

Bo leans against the doorway, beer in hand, mechanic suit half off and tied around his waist. He chuckles quietly when you grasp the counter and take a deep breath to steady your racing heart.

“You scared the shit out of me,” you chide, tossing the wrappings into the garbage. You glance down, noticing your bare legs. Right. You’re only wearing a pair of panties and one of Vincent’s flannels. You didn’t think anyone else would be awake at this hour. Three AM usually found Bo passed out, Lester camping somewhere in his truck, and Vincent toiling away in the basement.

“I’ll go put some pants on,” you mumble, moving to leave the kitchen, but Bo extends his arm across the doorway to block your exit.

“Nah. You look good in my shirt,” he comments, mouth quirking up at the corner in that stupid self-satisfied smirk he always wears. You glance down at the red and black checkered flannel, then back to Bo again.

“I thought it was Vincent’s. I must have got it mixed up in the wash.” You swallow, looking away. You don’t like how he’s looking at you, like a wolf eyeing an injured lamb. He sets his beer on the top of the fridge.

“No harm, no foul,” he murmurs, dropping the arm from the doorway to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. You jerk out of his reach, backing away. He follows leisurely, pressuring you until you’re backed up against the counter. He doesn’t stop advancing until his face is inches from yours.

“Bo,” you mutter, a shaky breath leaving your mouth with his name. You say it like a plea.

“Yeah?” he purrs, placing both hands on the counter on either side of you, caging you in. He leans in closer, so close you can smell the beer and cigarettes on his breath.

“Please,” you whisper, voice trembling. He groans quietly under his breath at that.

“Hmm, say that again, darlin’.” You shake your head, tensing when he reaches up to glide his fingers, feather light, across your jaw. He continues, “I didn’t like the way those fuckers were lookin’ at you today. Not. One. Bit.” He taps you on the nose in time with the last three words.

“Well, they’re dead now, so….” You trail off, your hammering heart trying to force its way into your throat.

“Mmm hmm,” he hums, “You did good today, baby. Real good.” You swallow, face heating up, a jolt of arousal sparking between your legs. His voice, the fingers stroking along your collarbone, his words; they’re having an effect on you.

“Bo,” you beg again, more insistent this time.

“You don’t like this?” he asks, stepping forward so you’re pressed flush against him. The heat of his body is overwhelming.

“N-no, please, s—

Your plea is cut off by the gasp that sneaks from your throat when Bo shoves his hand into your underwear and drags his fingers along your dripping slit. He brings them in front of your face, showing you how your slick shines in the low light of the kitchen.

“I think you’re a fuckin’ liar,” he purrs, grinning wider, “Open your mouth.” You bite your lip and Bo strikes, gripping your jaw hard. “Don’t make me repeat myself, sweetheart. You won’t like it.”

Slowly, you part your lips, opening wider when he shoves his wet fingers in your mouth.

“Clean ‘em off. That’s a good girl.” You roll his fingers and your own salty taste around on your tongue, sucking on them when he demands it. That pulls another low groan from him.

“I knew that mouth was good for somethin’.” He pulls his fingers from your lips and pushes them back into your panties. You inhale sharply and bite your lip again when his deft fingers find your clit, circling slowly, torturously.

“Fuck, you’re wet, baby girl.” The words are whispered against your lips, his warm breath washing over your face. You let out a shaky breath, forcing your hips to stay still and not buck like you want. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

Bo chuckles against your mouth before dragging your underwear down your legs, kneeling as he goes. He throws one of your legs over his shoulder. Vincent could walk in any minute, or Lester, you’re right there in the open—

Bo dives in, sucking your clit into his mouth and humming. All your thoughts derail, crash, and burn. Your eyes roll back and you grip the edge of the counter with one hand, the other flying to your mouth to muffle your wanton moan.

He laughs, dragging his tongue up your slit and lapping at your clit, slow, deliberate licks with the flat of his tongue. You can’t help it this time; you grind your hips into his mouth and he grabs a handful of your ass to pull you closer. He slips two fingers into your sopping cunt, curling them and making you whine pathetically. Jesus Christ, you’re already close.

“Bo, Bo, Bo, I’m…I’m gonna—

And then he pulls away. Your frustrated gasp is silenced when Bo slaps the inside of your thigh, hard. It makes you yelp and try to squirm away. He stands and grabs your jaw roughly, squeezing painfully.

“Uh uh, I don’t fucking think so. Yer gonna cum on my cock and nowhere else, understand?” You nod, skin feeling like it’s on fire. You haven’t been touched like this for six fucking months. You worry you’re going to be consumed by need. You’ll say anything he wants.

“Oh, ya’ want that now? You want me to fuck ya’?” His lips are wet, shining with your juices, and inches from yours again. He grinds his hard, clothed length against your hip.

“Yes,” you slur. It’s hard to talk with his hand squeezing your face so hard.

“You forget your manners, sweetheart?”

“Please, Bo, please,” you beg, resisting the urge to jerk your head out of his punishing grip.

“Good girl,” he praises, spinning you around and bending you over the counter. He tugs your arms behind your back, gripping your forearms with one hand while he frees his cock with the other. It slaps against your ass, hard and heavy.

In one, smooth motion, he lines up with your entrance and slams home, impaling you. You shriek behind grit teeth. Your walls spasm around the sudden intrusion and you wiggle your hips in an attempt to adjust to the stretch.

“Ohhh fuck, that’s tight,” he growls in your ear, giving you no time to catch your breath before he’s ramming into you. The wet smack of skin against skin echoes around the kitchen. Every thrust pulls a strangled moan or whimper from your throat as you desperately try to contain your sounds of pleasure and pain. Bo laughs cruelly, hot breath puffing against your ear.

“What’s the matter, baby? Don’t want anyone hearing you get fucked?” He punctuates the last word with a particularly vicious thrust. You mewl, and Bo wraps his free hand around your throat, pulling until you arch uncomfortably.

Despite the mean treatment, Bo still manages to push you to the brink of orgasm again, his cock battering that perfect spot within you. You can’t speak well at this angle and with his hand tight around your throat, but he feels you beginning to clench around him, feels your legs trembling violently.

“Yeah, cum on my cock, sweetheart, c’mon, give it to me, fuck yes, yes, yes—

You bite your lip so hard you taste the coppery tang of blood on your tongue. Hot pleasure curls through your core, numbing you as you tumble over the edge into bliss. Bo groans in your ear, releasing your neck in favor of digging his nails into your hip.

“’M gonna cum. Yer gonna—f-fuck—gonna get down on your knees and open that pretty mouth, understand?” Dazed, you nod. Bo pulls out and as you turn around, he shoves you down to your knees so hard they crack against the linoleum. Your pained grunt is interrupted when Bo fists a hand in your hair, yanking your head back.

“Open yer mouth, stick out yer tongue, yeah, fuck—

His voice is tense, clipped, his hand pumping his slick cock. He utters a broken moan and you snap your eyes shut as he paints your face, lips, and tongue white.

“Swallow,” he orders breathlessly. You do as your told, forcing the bitter taste of him down your throat. He hums in approval, releasing your hair. You wipe your face on your sleeve and crack your eyes open to peer up at Bo. His cheeks are flushed pink, sweaty hair clinging to his forehead, chest heaving.

“Goddamn, you look good like that,” he says, mouth turning up in a crooked grin. After tucking himself away, he helps you to your feet and grabs a nearby washrag to blot away the cum staining your skin. Your legs wobble, your crimson cheeks growing redder the longer he grins at you. Bo smooths your hair back, tucking it neatly behind your ears.

“There. Good as new.” He swats you on the ass, making you jump in surprise. “Now get to bed. I expect breakfast in the morning, as usual.”

What a bastard.

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spookysmujer · 4 years

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Peligro, O.Diaz

Summary: Oscar’s S/O getting hurt by a rival gang.

warnings: swearing, slight verbal/phyiscal abuse, fluff

requested by: @gemini0410

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“Where you at now?”

The crisp wind is blowing against your face as you walk through the empty parking lot of the local animal clinic. The once brightly lit sky is now a deep dark blue. It’s a calming sight to see after that nearly 12 hour shift.

“Still at the clinic. Just as I was 10 minutes ago when you asked then.” You chuckle a bit as you get your keys out from your purse, pressing your phone to your ear with your shoulder. You hear Oscar’s light chuckle as well. He’s a worry wart, though he rarely shows around most. But with you, he’s always worried about your well being.

Your shift ended up a double when your co-worker called out sick last minute. And apparently everyone else couldn’t make it in. So you were running back and forth between the receptionist desk and assisting the veterinarian. But alas, you finally locked up the shop and now on your way home. Granted it’s an empty bed you are heading to.

Oscar had a drop to make across the city, a few hours away. Which is the reason for his persistent worry on your location. Things have been hot lately, shit constantly going on between the Santos and other gangs. And the fact that you had to work later than expected and out past 9:00 PM has Oscar on edge. Add the fact that he isn’t there to help you get home safely or home to him.

“Okay, I’m in the car now. Setting my purse on the passenger seat, turning on the car.” You tease, a grin permanently etched onto your face as you do the things you listed to him. “Keep teasing, nena. You know how things have been, I just want to make sure you get back to the crib safely.”

You smile to yourself, switching your phone call to bluetooth to be hands-free as you make the 20 minute drive home. Oscar stays quiet most of the ride home, the silence a comfort for the two of you. A long day of sick animals for you and a long day of meet-ups for him.

He suddenly hears the engine of your car shut off and a door close. This confused him as you’ve only been driving for only 10 minutes and you didn’t say anything about making home, “Where are you now?”

“I’m starving, I stopped at Dwayne’s. He extended his hours so I am about to get a fat, juicy burger with a side of fries and big ol soda!” You are drooling as you make your way into the shop.

The two of you bicker for a few moments later but you reach the counter and get your order in. He tells you to sit in and eat but you barely had energy left. If you were to grub on your food whiling dining in then you’d most definitely knock right out.

“Then get home. I don’t know why you didn’t have food delivered to you when you were at work. What part of it’s not safe on the streets right now are you not fuckin’ hearing?” Oscar has finally snapped as you get back in your car. You sigh loudly.

But before you can sass or even comply with him, the sound of the phone call ending sounds in your ears. You pull your phone down to see that it had died thus the sudden ending of the call.

“Shit.”

You mutter as you lean over to see if you left your phone charger in the glove compartment, but to no avail. The amount of ‘shits’ you spew out is enough to fill a swear jar. You can hear Oscar from all the way over here. He’s on edge with the drop, with being away and now this shit.

The idea of Oscar being more stressed then need be because of you causes you to lean your head back and close your eyes for a second. Just get your culo home, Y/N. You say to yourself as you sit upright in the seat.

As you turn the key into the ignition to start the car, a spurting sound comes from under the hood. You try a few more turns, cursing more loudly as the car fails to turn on. You look around and the only other car in Dwayne’s parking lot is the worker in the restaurant.

Before you can get out of the car to head back in to ask for some help or to use a phone, a few more cars pull in. You sit back as the cars park across from you, not recognizing any of them. It’s when its occupants exit the car, you feel your heart skip a beat.

19th Street.

The purple and white sticking out against the moonlight. You watch as they all cluster together as a few enter the restaurant. You’re stuck, your car isn’t working and your phone is dead. And the only saving grace is heading inside but at this moment what would that really do? How would the poor young worker be able to help you out with the bunch of wannabe gangsters out numbering the two of you.

In the midst of your thoughts, you hear the sound of gravel crunching nearby. When you look up you see of few of the members heading towards your car. Panic sets in deeper.

“Ay, Spooky’s chick. You far from your Spooky, ain’t you?”

You try to ignore it but you feel a bunch of eyes on you. The comment of being Spooky’s girl gets the attention of the rest of those that were standing by their cars. Your heart rate begins to pick up now.

“Yo, I’m talking to you!”

And in this moment, you realize why Oscar always worries for you. Not just because things are hot with the two gangs at the moment because most of the time you aren’t aware of your surroundings. For example, Oscar always tells you to lock your car door when you get in. It don’t matter if it’s early in a crowded area, always lock your doors. But with the phone call, you were distracted and didn’t.

So when your door is quickly opened, you mentally damn yourself.

“Oh, yeah that’s Spooky’s ruca. Get her fine ass outta the car.”

You try your best to to move over the middle console to the passenger side or through the back seats. You figure if you can do that then you can get out from that side of the car. But barely over the middle console, you feel hands pull at you.

Never show weakness. You hear Oscar’s words.

You kick and thrash as hard as possible as you hold onto the inside of the car, fighting them off with every ounce of strength you have.But it’s useless as more hands reach in and get a good grip on you. They pull you out of your car with ease.

“Get off me, I swear to God I’ll put a bullet in your fuckin’ head!” Your voice is sturdy and holds power in it. Something else Oscar has always reminded you about.

They only laugh at your words, “ Big words for a lil hyna, huh? I wonder just how good that mouth of hers really is.” The sick and vile thoughts of what they could do to you begin to cloud your thoughts. As they all laugh and catcall you, you spit harshly in one of their faces.

This earns you a harsh slap across the face, the sting registering instantly. A hand grasps your face, squeezing your cheeks as they step closer to you now directly in your face. Your arms are being bound behind you from other, leaving you defenseless.

“Big words, you ain’t doing shit. You can’t do shit not without your big bad Santo, can you? Not to worry babygirl. I can show you how a real gangster does it.” He gets closer, feeling your waist with his free hand as his other still holds onto your face.

A sudden shot goes off, alerting everyone around you. They all reach for their guns and turning towards the sound of the shot. And a big wave of relief washes over you. Dwayne stands with a shotgun aimed their way, not a look of fear on his face as 6 glocks are pointed back at him.

“I suggest you all leave. You got your food, now get the hell off my property.” He says making sure to have a sight on everyone.

Your heart is beginning to calm as headlights shine onto you, a few cars pulling into the parking lot and familiar faces appearing. A few Santos quickly pulling out their guns and aiming to the members of 19th street.

Sad Eyes stands tall, towering over everyone. “Do as he says or all your moms have funerals to plan tomorrow. If not, Spooky is on his way and bet, you gonna wish you were already fuckin’ dead.”

Those of 19th street give a glance at the one who has your face in his grasp. He nods and they lower their weapons, as he releases his grip on your face. The one who had a hold on you releases too.

Once they hop back in their cars, the Santos put their guns away, Sad Eyes walks over to you to make sure that you are seriously hurt. You nod and push away his hand that went to assess your red cheek, “I’m fine. How’d you get here so fast?”

He chuckles, “As soon as you told him you had to work later than you were suppose to, he told us to head back. He was right to, shit been getting way too out of hand especially with 19th street. Still not carrying the glock, I see.”

You shake your head, averting your gaze to avoid the told you so look from him. Your attention is pulled from Sad Eyes when headlights shine again through the parking lot. The infamous cherry red impala pulls up. The engine is barely cut when he’s out of the car and in front of you.

Sad Eyes steps back as the rest of the Santos do as well. “Let me make you all something to eat,” Dwayne says out loud as everyone piles inside to give you and Oscar privacy.

“My phone died, I’m sorry. I-I didn’t notice how low my battery was and then my damn car wouldn’t start and the-” The water works begin, the lip trembling and the reality of what just happened hits you all at once. Oscar lets you cry in his chest.

He fights between wanting to lecture you or comfort you. Tonight could have ended badly had his gut not told him to send out some of his guys. And with you failing to always be aware of your surroundings, right now he could be on his way to the morgue to identify you.

His arms eventually wind around you, his face pressing into your hair. For a moment, he melts and relishes in the fact that you are okay and that you are in his arms.

“You’re safe. And I’m here. Everything else is in the past and we let that shit go. But best believe this, nena. When the streets are hot, you turn down doubles and I want you with me as much as physically possible. Because the fuckin’ thought of you hurt because of me...” He trails off, his voice now a bit shaky.

You peer up at him and smile slightly, he leans down to press a kiss to your lips. Gently caressing your aching cheek, pecking a soft kiss on it. You sigh in relief as he holds you close to him and not wanting to let go.

Ever.

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fanficsloth · 3 years

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If Walls Could Talk - 5 Seconds Of Summer.

*****SMUT*****

ALSO JUST A REMIDER I WOULD STILL LIKE TO DO REQUESTS FOR IMAGINES, MY ASK BOX IS ALWAYS OPEN. <3

Some things are meant to be secret and not to be heard.

(Y/N) Winston was sent away to boarding school when she was about sixteen.

Her father didn't want her turning into her older brother Dallas. But that was a big mistake.

When she arrived at the school, she turned heads of everyman. She knew how to get what she wanted. She had everyone wrapped around her finger.

For of course it was in her blood, she was a Winston. Everything she learned she learned best from her older brother himself.

The gang hasn't seen her for years, she was finally back at home in Tulsa.

She had grown up into a beautiful woman. She held herself with the most confidence anyone has seen.

Dally thought it would be a good idea and get the whole gang back together when she came back. The pair was partners in crime.

When they were walking down the street to the Curtis household , everyone was staring at the young woman. But at this point she was so unfazed by their actions, she continues to carry her head held high, winking at some men with a cancer stick pressed between her lips.

All of the gang was sitting on the porch soaking up the sunlight before catching glimpse of who was walking up to the house.

They were all stunned by her beauty. They at least thought she was going to look identical to Dally. But they sure was wrong.

"Y'all know (Y/N) she doesn't need an introduction. But try any funny business, I'll kill ya. Or she'll do it before I have a chance to do it." Dally nudged his head at his sister before sitting next to Ponyboy and Johnny.

"Well someone had a nice puberty." Two Bit snickered at the young girl, her (Y/E/C) eyes rolled before flicking him off. "I wish I could say the same thing about you. Looks like you haven't grown since I left." she smirked while letting out a small giggle making the man shut up real quick.

Before anyone could say anything else a car pulled up with the last of the two members of the gang. Steve and most importantly Sodapop.

She always swooned at Sodapop but who didn't. The whole town knew about the heartthrob of Tulsa.

"Well, well, ain't it lil (Y/N). Back from jail?" Steve joked before giving her a big hug, "See Two-Bit, this is how you welcome someone back." she squinted her eyes at the man who was poking fun at her.

She felt eyes staring at her, her eyes looked over and saw Soda's eyes looking at her.

As like the other men, he didn't expect her to be so beautiful, strong, independent. He wasn't expecting her to be how she was when she returned. He thought she would be shy and timid like most women. But sure he was wrong.

"Soda." her plump lips turned into a smile before following the men inside the Curtis household.

As they all crowded around the tv, (Y/N) went into the kitchen to grab a beer.

"Aren't you a little too young to be drinking" she heard a voice joke, she rolled her eyes before shutting the fridge behind her. "Okay grandpa." she bit her lower lip before meeting Soda's bright blue eyes.

"I missed ya (Y/N). Never thought you'd be back. How was it?" Soda asked while placing his arms across his chest being genuinely interested in what she had to say.

Her soft hands opened the bottle of booze with no problem which surprised the young man.

"You know going to class, getting hit on by men, beating people up, oh can't forget partying. You know the usual school shit." she laughed before moving her (Y/C/H) out of her face. "How's you and Sandy? Your new job?"

"She left me. But worked distracted me from it. I'm really liking it there. I'm learning a lot of new things" he nodded his head.

(Y/N) walked up slowly to him before placing her cold hands on his face making his skin have goosebumps. "I know what else can distract you with that." he whispered, her big eyes looking up at him.

Soda sucked in a big breath before grabbing her hands to remove them. "(Y/N), you know I can't. You're Dally's little sister. You asking me to have a death wish?" he smirked showing off his dimples that she loved.

"It'll be worth it." she winked before walking back into the Curtis's living room sitting next to her older brother, leaving Soda to walk in with a red face.

Throughout the weeks, (Y/N) and Soda would always run into each other. Whether it be at the store, walking around, at the diners, clubs. Everywhere.

Their eyes would always find each other's. They were watching one another. They just couldn't get enough.

This time, the gang agreed to go out to a club, let loose for one night, as the men drank. Soda and (Y/N) just drank soft drinks while laughing at the mess, the jokes the others were saying.

Bodies are hoping to get addicted to sound. And Soda was addicted to the sound of her laugh.

As (Y/N) grew bored, her hands wondered onto Soda's lap while drawing circles. She wanted to feel him, hear him. She wanted him.

What (Y/N) wanted, she always got. It's the cherry on top for it to be a secret Romeo and Juliet situation.

"Wanna blow this joint?" she whispered into Soda's ear, being extra cautious to be sure the other men didn't see. Most importantly Dally. But he was too drunk, head down on the table with his eyes shut.

He pressed his lips together before nodding his head. "Hey where you going? We're just getting the party started. " Steve asked while scrunching his eyebrows together. "I don't wanna be here anymore. I'm bored, I can't drink out in public. You guys just drink up, have a drink for me. Just keep an eye on Dally okay? If something happens you'll regret it."

The gang just looked at her before looking over at Soda. Why would he be going with her.

"I'm just going to make sure she get's back safely. Soc's man, she's like the golden ticket to them being Dally's sister." he ran his hands through his slicked back hair trying to play it cool.

"You have your knife on ya?" Pony asked, Soda nodded his head before turning to follow the impatient girl who was already walking out.

As the pair felt the breeze of fresh air on their face, they linked hands and ran quickly to the Curtis house.

When they hit the front door, Soda pressed (Y/N) against the door smashing his lips to hers.

Her soft hands making her way into his dark hair.

Soda lifted her body while never breaking contact with her lips to carry her into his room, he slammed the door shut with his foot while placing her on the bed.

When the doors close, it's bond to get loud.

The pair were quick to remove every clothing item they had on, Soda was nipping at her neck but was careful not to leave any trace of marks, knowing the gang would see.

As she laid on her back, Soda positioned himself to her entrance, "You sure." he breathed, (Y/N) nodded her head before hiding her face in his neck with her hands on his bare back. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."

Soda moved forward causing the both of them to hum in harmony.

(Y/N)'s nails digging in his back with every movement.

"Soda" she moaned, while pressing her lips together.

They have waited for this moment, the tension of the pair was just too much to bare anymore longer.

As they both were reaching their Climax , Soda pressed his lips to hers before they both hit their high.

Soda fell beside her, with his arms wrapped around her body while she leaned against his side tracing shapes into his chest.

His blue eyes looked over at her with her (Y/ H/ C) messy, in her face. Making her more beautiful. "You know you're a queen?" he asked her pressing a small kiss on her forehead.

(Y/N) just smiled letting out a small laugh, "Uncrowned queen I might add."

But before the pair could get any notice, they heard the door open with loud voices following after.

The two's eyes widened before hurrying up and finding their lost clothing items with a couple of "Shits" leaving the young girls mouth while fixing her hair in the small mirror.

The pair made it downstairs while sitting on the couch with the gang.

"What you guys do while we were gone. I bet you they did the dirty. Did you guys do the dirty?" Two-Bit laughed while raising his eyebrows up and down, causing drunk Dally punching him on the arm. "That's my sister you're talking about asshole. Soda knows better."

Soda's blue eyes narrowed a bit ignoring what the pair were talking about. But before he knew it, (Y/N) was whispering in his ear again.

"If these walls could talk, I'd hope they wouldn't say anything. Because they've seen way too many things."

Soda gathered up the courage to respond softly in her ear, "It's so worth it."

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