#OH and did i mention that i absolutely DIG the details in her hair???

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This panel goes WAY TOO COLD and you cannot convince me otherwise, THAT lasik surgery has payed off good! The detail on this one looks phenomenal!

#Oda... You've outdone yourself #This chapter had some crazy looking panels and shots #I also liked how emotional bonney looked in this chapter and the angles of her face #OH and did i mention that i absolutely DIG the details in her hair??? #Also the shading #The SMOKE #The rough artstyle on Kuma just looks *chef's kiss* #Amazing job Oda! It feels like we got back to the good ol' OP artstyle (not the oldest one. That one had SOUL in it but in a different way) #Kuma #Kuma one piece #Bartholomew kuma #jay garcia saturn #Jewelry bonney

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the best man — daniel ricciardo

daniel ricciardo x you (femreader) | 6.5k summary – he’s the best man, you’re the maid of honour. he’s charming and handsome, you’re single and looking for a good time. it’s an open bar wedding in swan valley and oh, he’s your ex boyfriend – what could go wrong? warnings – 18+ (sex, coarse language)

It had been 2 years in the making, the event of the decade your best friend had humbly coined her nuptials. And she was right – her and Blake had been waiting for what felt like a lifetime to show their love to the world or more specifically, to nearly 400 of their closest friends and family. It had been quite the build up with a global pandemic getting in the way and coordinating a wedding in Australia when so many of their guests were travelling in from overseas wasn’t easy. But they persevered and had finally made it to their wedding eve, guests from around the world checking into nearby hotels and resorts, excited for their big day.

For you, however, it was the rehearsal dinner that had you on edge from the second you stepped off your delayed Qantas flight that morning – stomach in knots over the unknown of it all. The few details that you were aware of were the ones that had you tangled up; the first being that you were Sarah’s maid of honour, one that you took very seriously but because of the border lockdowns and hectic work schedules, you hadn’t been as involved as you would’ve liked.

The second detail was the one that really had you in a chokehold. Up until this point, you’d avoided the inevitable, relief washing over you every time either Blake or Sarah said he couldn’t make it to the wedding party zoom call or when a suit fitting that Sarah had begged you to come along to was cancelled. Avoiding him had been a breeze so far, your communications kept mediated between your two best friends.

But today was D-day.

“You are rocking that LBD, girlie.”

Sarah’s voice brought you out of your phone and into the present, her bright white smile lighting up the room. It was the happiest you’d even seen your best friend and that alone was enough of a reason to grin and bear what was to come with him.

“Well I am technically single and hopefully out of the thousands of people you’ve invited to your shin-dig, there’s at least one suitor for me to have a crack at,” You winked, “But not your uncle Graham – he’s not my type.”

Sarah rolled her eyes and turned towards the full length mirror propped up beside your chair, “He’s back with Aunty Shirl so don’t worry… But I do know someone else who is single – definitely your type and actually mentioned you a few times last week.”

An interested hum slipped from your lips, curious to know who had been asking about you. Maybe you were in luck.

“Who was it?”

The way Sarah smirked and flicked her long blonde, perfectly curled hair off her shoulder should’ve given her away; “Just a friend of Blake’s – the classic tall, dark and handsome, you know… Brown eyes, absolutely hilarious and such a gentleman…” She continued, her tone teasing.

You blinked a couple of times, completely deadpanned as you stared your best friend down; “You better not be talking about Dan.”

“He’s still hung up on you, babe.” Sarah confessed, treading carefully.

“I don’t care,” You whined, irritated that this conversation was even happening. It had taken you months to move on, to mend your broken heart and now here you were, getting the run around by your supposed best friend who only wanted what was best for you. In her opinion, that was Daniel Ricciardo.

“Well just be civil with him. I know things didn’t end well and I know that you blame him for all of it and rightfully so,” Sarah quickly added, sensing your narrowed stare, “But you did love him once upon a time. A lot. And I know that you love me and wouldn’t do anything to fuck up my moment so get your sexy butt up so I can go see my husband.”

“Aye, aye captain.”

Anything to end this conversation, you thought.

Caversham House was beautiful. Everywhere you looked was picture-perfect – from the balcony overlooking the river to the four-story high waterfall framing the immaculate gardens, not to mention the painstakingly placed candles and floral arrangements hanging in every room. It was spectacular, tastefully extravagant and definitely worth the twelve-month wait.

The rehearsal dinner was strictly wedding party and parents only; everyone would have to wait until tomorrow to witness the event of the decade. Blake was the first person to come up and greet you, having only seen you a couple hours before when you’d arrived at the villas nearby. Michael was closely following behind with his wide smile; always making you feel loved,regardless of what had happened between you and his best friend.

“It’s really good to see you. Been too long, ey?” He asked, the pained inflection on his voice making you pout before you were ushered away by one of the other bridesmaids, promising him that you’d meet him at the bar for a drink later.

He was easy to pick out a crowd. The one who shall not be named; who had broken your heart into a million tiny pieces; who left you with nothing but an empty promise that maybe, one day he would find his way back to you. Utter bullshit.

He was standing with Sarah and her parents who practically raised you, chilled beer in his hand, smiles on their faces and loud laughs rousing the flock of ducks floating across the pond behind them. That fucking smile made you sick because it’s what landed you with said broken heart. Stunned in place, unable to process seeing him again after so long. It had only been six months but it felt like a lifetime without him – and without that stupidly infectious smile.

Daniel was the first to notice you walking over; truth be told, he’d been looking for you the second he stepped out of his hire car twenty minutes ago. Subtle scans of the garden and beyond, peeks over the balcony he was standing on, hoping to see you. He ached thinking about this moment, even last night in his hotel in Perth he thought about you – and whether you would speak to him, or even glance his way. You would have to, right? He was the best man and you were the maid of honour. Surely.

“Hi guys,” You smiled, confidence summoned out of nowhere, surprising yourself. Sarah’s parents were quick to pull you into a cuddle, claiming that you were too cool and way too busy for them these days, which the latter was true. You felt guilty but also knew they understood. They appreciated the little moments like this where they could get their whole family together again and you felt lucky to be a small part of that.

“We were just talking to Daniel about the season starting in a few weeks – are you going to be at the first race, love?” Sarah’s mum asked, and you hadn’t even registered that she was talking to you, assuming that everyone knew by now that you and Daniel had broken up.

Her question, albeit innocent, felt like a punch to the gut – one of the many painful reminder of how interconnected your life together had been for so many years. She wasn't the last person that weekend to remind you of what you'd lost, opening old wounds over and over.

“Actually Mum, I should go and find Blake and get started – your seats are over here…” Sarah was quick to jump into action, ushering her parents over to their table and leaving you and Daniel alone for what felt like the longest minute of your life.

He looked nervous but happy to see you. He looked jetlagged like you, and the way his frazzled curls fell onto his face indicated that the humidity had gotten to him already, the obscene summer heat doing the same to you. The small smile tugging on the sides of his mouth eased you, the quiet whistle he made also allowed you to relax. He was good at filling in uncomfortable silences – you, not so much.

“So…” You drawled, pondered out loud trying to fill the void, “Keeping well?”

Daniel stopped whistling and stifled a laugh at your seemingly innocuous question, “Really?”

“Well, what do you want me to say?” You sharply shot back, chuckling at his judgement, “Great to see you? How’s the family? Like…”

Daniel shuffled his feet on the pavement and looked up at the darkening sky above, “No, you’re right – I’m sorry. It’s just… so fucking weird seeing you after – after everything that happened in Austin,” He leaned forward and whispered, eyes boring into yours as he spoke.

You gave him a small nod, hard features softening the longer you held his stare. You always felt safe in those eyes but right now, you couldn’t let yourself get lost in them like you usually would. Daniel could sense your vulnerability and averted his gaze to his sneakers, saving you both from the heartache.

“I know but I don’t want to stress them out,” You looked over at Sarah and Blake who were speaking with their MC, “So let’s keep our distance and get through the weekend without any drama, please?”

Daniel frowned at your suggestion, wanting the complete opposite of distance but he knew he had no right to fight you on it “Sure...” He settled, a pang of disappointment shooting through his chest, “I can do that.”

“Great.”

You turned on your heel and set your sights on the job at hand. It was no mean feat being the maid of honour to someone as capricious as Sarah but she was glowingly in love; blissful compared to a week ago when she called you in the middle of the night crying, thinking that she’d forgotten to book a DJ. Of course you reassured her and sent her the wedding itinerary for the hundredth time that week, easing her nerves like only a best friend could.

And Daniel was in the same predicament, moving around the room wrangling groomsmen into their agreed upon seating arrangement. All of this ensuing chaos hidden behind your respective smiles and you knew then that at some point you would have to join forces; like you did when you were together. Five years of being the dream team.

“Why did they decide to have a million people in their wedding party?” You whispered once everyone was seated; now waiting for the bride and groom to make their entrance.

Daniel chuckled as he shuffled closer to you, the cologne you’d bought him for his birthday years ago filling your nostrils. It warmed your heart to know that he was still wearing it after the break up, no doubt that it reminded him of you every time he put it on. So many memories tied up in the smell of that cologne.

“Makes no sense to me but I’m proud of you for not slapping Izzy when she refused to sit next to Mark,” Daniel whispered causing a stifled laugh to slip from your smirking lips, “You did good, chook.”

Your nickname fell from his lips too easily, too familiar and your eyes rolled involuntarily. Of course he’d call you that, pushing the boundaries because there had never been a moment in the time that you’d known Daniel where he wouldn’t step over a blurred line. Hell, that’s how it started with him – a drunken night out and breakfast the next morning. He was nothing if not persistent and loved that once upon a time. But for now, you both had to be laser focused on the people who had found each other because of the two of you – a blind date turned into happily ever after.

“You did good too.”

You stayed true to your word and got a drink with Michael once the rehearsal was over – taking full advantage of the complimentary drinks being served by the luxurious resort you were all staying at. As you caught up with Michael, you couldn’t help but scan around the ballroom, unable to fathom how picturesque this place was in real life. It was heaven on earth.

Months ago, you found out that Daniel had been the one to suggest the venue after Blake and Sarah’s original plans fell through during the pandemic and the days following that revelation were tough. Crying yourself to sleep kind of tough. Caversham House had been written in your dream journal since yours and Daniel’s third anniversary – you remembered his words like they were said yesterday.

“My cousin got married at this amazing mansion in Swan Valley last year. One of the most beautiful places in the world…”

It was a throw away comment; an observation that Daniel may not have even realised struck you so much. But you went home that night and googled it; concluding that if Daniel ever proposed and you got to plan your wedding, Caversham House would be the place you would marry the love of your life. You never voiced that to Daniel and sadly, that day never came.

But years later here you were, watching your best friend living out your dream and you couldn’t have been happier for her – for them. Daniel had missed his chance, thrown it all away for god knows what and you couldn’t help but feel your blood starting to boil as he approached you and Michael sitting at the bar, your memories like little daggers sharpening in your mind.

“Hope I’m not interrupting,” Daniel tentatively asked, a fresh beer in hand and a sheepish smile on his face. He knew he was.

“Nah mate. Pull up a seat if you want,” Michael replied and tugged out the stool beside him but Daniel glanced down at you with wide eyes, seeking permission before taking up Michaels offer.

“Join us.”

It was subtle but you could see Daniel exhale a sigh of relief, you knew him better than anyone. You could see the weight lifting from his shoulders as he sat across from you, trying to temper his joy that you'd agreed to have him anywhere near you.

And in typical Daniel fashion, he slotted into the group seamlessly, never an awkward pause of silence or a lull in conversation whenever he was around. He was the social butterfly, the one everyone loved and you were always content with that when you were together. After the split, it became obvious how much everyone loved him and you lost touch with most of your mutual friends – Michael included.

It was a bitter pill to swallow and you resented him in the beginning but watching him talk, crack the odd joke here and there you could understand why. Like Sarah had noted in her room earlier, he was the whole package but he broke your heart. And he regretted that every second of every day. He’d tried so hard to forget the way you smiled, the way you giggled softly, trying to suppress the real laugh that only he ever got to hear. You were glowing under the lights, hair swirling around in the evening breeze and Daniel couldn’t take his eyes off you.

The grimace on his face when you caught him made you smile, eyes narrowed with suspicion as he shrugged and mouthed, I’m sorry. You mirrored his shrug and took a sip of the glass of white wine he’d gotten you when he got up to get himself a drink. Truth be told, you couldn't keep your eyes of him either.

Before you knew it, the two of you were sitting alone – Michael made up some story that he needed to speak with Blake and that he would be back but he never returned. And you hadn’t really even noticed his absence until your phone buzzed on the table between you and Daniel.

“… But being back on the farm over the break was nice – the kids asked where you were and said that they missed you a bunch of times.”

Daniel noticed the way you looked at your phone. The small smile followed by the lip bite gave you away and he couldn’t ignore the way his stomach dropped, knowing that expression all too well. It was one he’d been on the receiving end of so many times. You flipped your phone over, screen down and returned to your conversation with apologetic eyes, “Sorry, what did you say? Something about the farm?”

“Oh, it doesn’t matter,” Daniel smiled and nodded towards your phone, “Answer him if you need to.”

You were slightly caught of guard, naively thinking you’d kept your cards close to you chest. Or maybe you had and Daniel was baiting to see if you’d admit that you were talking to someone new, finally moving on after six months. He was hard to read but he knew you better than anyone and you hated the way he was watching you, waiting for a response.

“Nah, all good. It’s not a serious thing,” You stupidly confessed, internally face palming as the words slipped from your loose lips.

“But it is a thing?” Daniel was quick to enquire, selfishly wanting to know whether or not you had moved on, if he'd missed his chance.

“Forget I said anything, please,” You swiftly replied, taking a gulp of wine and wilfully hoping he would drop it. He didn’t want to but he could see the warning in your stern gaze, silently begging him not to interrogate you over this, not here.

“I just want you to be happy.” Daniel landed on; honest eyes boring into yours as he clasped his hands together and sighed loudly into the cool air. 

“I was happy with you and then you threw it away like it meant nothing to you,” You breathed, hands expressively falling to your sides and busying your fingertips on the hem of your dress.

“You mean – meant more to me than anything. I just… woke up one day and realised that you deserved better; more than what I could give you being away for months on end,” He quietly replied, the words feeling dry as he explained why he’d cut you lose and broke your heart.

The scoff erupting in your throat caught Daniel’s attention, “Don’t you think I should’ve been the person deciding that, not you?”

“Of course but in the moment it felt like the right thing to do and I fucked up… I really, really screwed it up, chook. Do you ever think–”

Suddenly, you heard your name being shouted from across the lawn, both you and Daniel snapping your heads around to see Sarah waving her arms like a maniac trying to get your attention, “Time for bed, guys! Early start tomorrow."

Neither or you wanted to end the conversation there, on a cliffhanger because simply being close to each other again fuelled something internally that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He gave you strength whenever he was near and you gave him solace, a sense of calm that nobody else could ever replicate. And tearing yourselves away from that was hard, so much so that a stand off had begun.

“After you,” Daniel motioned with a smirk, reading you like a book.

“You just want me to go first so you can check out my arse in this dress,” You teased and poked his shoulder, “Pervert.”

“Absolute tickets but honestly, yeah…” He winked as you stood up and smoothed out the dress that had ridden up slightly, his eyes shamelessly scanning your outfit, “Unbelievable.”

A blush crept up your neck as his words washed over you but you couldn’t let him see that, “Goodnight, Daniel.” You said, turning on your heel and fleeing the scene as quickly as you could, but not without a little strut as you walked away.

Daniel exhaled deeply and watched you until you were out of his sight, not even noticing the dip in the couch he was sitting on.

“Put your tongue back in ya mouth and go to bed.”

Michael had caught him red handed and now it was hit turn to furiously blush. He was down bad and had no idea how he was supposed to sleep, knowing you were a couple of villas down, thinking about him, thinking about you. He missed you in so many ways, the obvious ones now being the ones on his mind as he lay in bed, fingers trawling through his hair as he tried to think of anything else but you. What eventually lulled him to sleep was the promise of tomorrow – a new beginning.

After a couple of hours of complete and utter panic, the weather had finally decided to put on a show for the newlyweds. The clouds that had dampened the morning vanished as soon as the fleet of vintage cars rolled up the stoned driveway, arriving fashionably late. You had done your best to calm Sarah but she was already teary, eyes blinking rapidly in attempt to control the tears threatening to ruin her make up. Just breathe, you’d whispered as her sister made her way down the carpeted aisle, sun shinning down on the gorgeous archway at the top of the stairs.

“Let’s go and get you married to the man of your dreams, hey?”

That was all you needed to say before Sarah nodded and pushed you towards the open doors, one last wink giving you the reassurance that she would be right behind you. The ceremony was beautiful; there were many tears and laughter rumbling through the large crowd when Blake made a joke about her being stuck with him for the rest of her life. Everything else flew by in the blink of an eye and before you knew it, Daniel was reaching out for your hand, clasping it gently in his as he guided you down the stairs and out to the balcony where the photos were going to be taken before joining the reception.

“Champagne?” Daniel asked you, flute already locked and loaded in his hand – he knew you couldn’t resist a glass of bubbly, not after such a stressful morning.

“Please and thank you,” You sighed, taking a sip and glancing over at the happy couple who had already started doing photos together.

“Can’t believe it’s actually happened.”

Daniel followed your eye line and smiled, “Who knew 4 years ago when we set them up that we’d end up here…” He pondered out loud and you agreed, you never would’ve guessed it, "It's amazing."

“I said it back then and I stand by it now; we should be professional match-makers. We’re literally 1 for 1 right now,” You enthused, reflecting Daniel’s grin.

“Oh, we’re fucking killing it. Alright, let’s see…” He trailed off and looked around the balcony at the other groomsmen and bridesmaids making small talk, “What about big Mike? Been single for a while now and way too obsessed with my shit so getting him laid would benefit me too… Izzy’s single, right?”

“She is!” You whispered a little too enthusiastically that Daniel jumped back and laughed, “But she’s a commitment girl so I don’t think a hit it and quit it vibe or his travelling would be a good match. Marcia is a bit rogue… definitely single and down for anything, I reckon... Ooo, this is too much fun!”

Daniel chuckled and soaked in your excitement – it had been so long since he’d seen you smile like that, so free and uninhibited. Like his simple existence wasn’t sucking the life out of you and wasn’t making you miserable for the first time in over a year. He felt guilty taking so much emotionally from you, the toll of his work effecting both of you in the end. He hadn’t said it out loud but he knew that his mental health was having a detrimental effect on you but you loved him. Loved him with every cell in your body and you would never have given up on him. And little did he know, you still hadn’t after all this time.

“You are so beautiful.”

Daniel’s words surprised you and there was a second of silence before he doubled down with a soft laugh, “Like, breathtakingly beautiful.”

What you did next startled Daniel. Your hand brushed over the buttons on his light blue jacket, fingertips gently readjusting the small flower arrangement pinned on the lapel as you took in his compliment. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t ignite a spark within, a small flutter of your heart making you blush as he reached out and grasped your hips in his warm hands. The silk was soft under his palms, barely even a second passed before you melted into his touch, wishing for more than a friendly exchange.  

“Thank you,” You whispered, eyes flickering up through your thick eyelashes – his brown ones gleaming with joy as you trailed your hands down his chest and gave him a soft push towards the photographers standing behind him, “Get that million dollar smile ready, Ricciardo because I think we’re being summoned.”

He continued to seek you out for the rest of the night, hypnotised by the smell of your perfume and the softness of your touches; the latter caused by the couple of glasses of wine you’d consumed.

Daniel loved it when you were a tiny bit tipsy. He loved the little giggles that you gifted him and the way you hung onto him just that little bit longer. The memories of the two of you stumbling down the footpath outside your home together last summer, barely making it up the stairs and through the door came flooding back when you whispered in his ear, “You are so bloody handsome.”

“Excuse me?” He chuckled; hand sprawled over the small of your back as he placed his jacket over your shoulders, “You heard me,” You shot back, smirk plastered across your face as you grasped his hand. “Come dance with me.”

Daniel had been waiting for you to ask, praying you’d be the one to drag him out onto the dance floor. You knew what you wanted and you didn’t hesitate throwing your arms over his shoulders, forcing his hands to snake down yours sides and grasp your swaying hips. The floor was packed with people dancing along to the DJ who was mainly spinning 90s R&B – a personal favourite of yours and the bride.

Daniel was in heaven as your bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, the music transporting you back to the first time you met – the night when your life changed in the blink of an eye. He knew to savour it, never taking your intimacy for granted because he knew that you were hurting more than him, and you had every right to be. But in that moment, as he looked down into your glossy eyes, he saw the woman he fell in love with – the one he loved more than anything in the entire world. His girl.

You were barely inches apart when he leaned down and kissed you; lips ghosting before taking what they wanted, what they craved. Even though it was Daniel making the first move, you were going to if he didn't soon and the smile erupting on your face when he pulled back reassured him that he’d made the right call. Cutting the tension with a knife and making your blush under the thick layer of makeup that hadn’t budged all day.

There was a short pause as you stared at each other, unsure whether you were fully on the same page or not but Daniel didn’t want to wait any longer. He’d waited nearly six months to be with you, to touch you; to taste you.

“Do you wanna…?”

“Yes!” You hastily replied, making Daniel chuckle before he wrapped his arm around your waist and guided you off the dance floor and away from the loud music; both of you wildly aroused and tingling with anticipation.

The mansion where the reception was being held was enormous. Guest bedroom after guest bedroom lined the hallways so you were a little shocked when you were pulled into a bathroom at the end of the passageway. It was massive, bigger than your kitchen back home and the sconces hanging from the dark walls looked nearly 100 years old, barely emitting any light. It was definitely setting a mood and you weren't complaining at all.

“There’s locks on the bathrooms but not the bedrooms,” Daniel explained, sensing your surprise at his choice of location. You nodded and reached out for him, already missing the way his body felt on yours as he pinned you against the tiled wall, heat radiating down your spine as he feverishly kissed you again.

“You’ve done me in dirtier places,” You moaned and he chuckled against your neck, lips travelling across your collarbone and between your perky breasts.

The fire that had been smouldering in the pit of your stomach all night was being stoked by his firm touch, every trace of a fingertip or rough tug on your sensitive skin making you whimper with excitement. You needed him to fuck you good.

“I’d do you anywhere, honey.”

You hummed and roughly grappled Daniel’s curls between your fingers as he dipped down further and grasped the hem of your dress. A small shrug was enough to let the thick suit jacket he had given you fall to the ground, goose bumps erupting all over your arms as he left a trail of sloppy kisses up your thighs; stopping right where you wanted him and letting the flowy material of your dress drape over his head, disappearing from your sight. He knew your body like the back of his hand and knew you loved nothing more than his warm breath fanning between your thighs, glistening all for him.

“I want you to fuck me against this mirror,” You strongly suggested through batted eyelashes as he returned into view, a smirk painted on the supple lips that were seconds away from devouring you.

“Don’t want my tongue?” Daniel cheekily asked, still crouched down and gazing up at you with those big brown eyes, waiting for your response. “Maybe later,” You whispered, watching as he jumped up with a grin, eager to fulfil whatever you desired.

“Hands up where I can see them, ma’am,” Daniel playfully ordered and you played along, holding your hands up in the air as he spun you around so you were facing the dark mirror. You could feel yourself soaking through your flimsy panties and if you could feel it, Daniel definitely could as he slid his hand into the lace, cupping you gently and stroking a single finger through your folds.

“Spread ‘em,” He whispered into your ear before pressing a firm to your temple and kicking your heeled feet apart.

Your hands were gripping the sink in front of you; white knuckling already but knowing that this wasn’t anything compared to what Daniel could do to you. He once had you bucking on his thigh like it was the last orgasm you were ever going to have, screaming in pleasure like you were being tortured. And now, all you could think about was his hard dick pressing against your backside, taunting you under the thick material of his trousers.

“Danny,” You quietly moaned through gritted teeth and Daniel knew what that moan meant, not wasting a second before unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants down to his ankles. He did the same with your underwear, except he bent all the way down to rid you of them so he could keep them in his discarded jacket pocket for safekeeping.

“I’m gonna need those back, sir.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t think so,” Daniel teased, standing back up straight and catching your eyes in the reflection in front of him.

“Gotta be quiet for me, okay?” He sweetly whispered, tongue swiping across the shell of your ear as he teased your hole with his soft tip, the feeling of your excitement mingling together making your shiver, “Already feels so good.”

You hummed as Daniel nudged forward, his thickness took your breath away as you closed your eyes and leaned over the sink a little more; taking all of him, inch by inch. He could feel how tight you were, trying to not let his mind wander to whether you’d been fucked by anyone else since the break up. Because if you had, he knew it wasn’t anything compared to how good he could do you with the way you were already choking back moans. Whimpering for more.

“Relax for me, honey. The clenching feels crazy fuckin’ good for me but I need you to just take me nice and slow,” Daniel coached, smoothing his palms over your hips and slowly rocking you back and forth against him, “God, your arse really is something else,” He rasped, lightly tapping your rump as you looked up at him in the mirror, narrowed eyes sending him a stern warning.

“Don’t even think about it and don’t try the whole ‘oh, I accidently slipped’ trick because I know you,” You playfully scowled, trying to hide the smirk tugging on the corners of your lips.

Daniel tipped his head back and cackled at you calling him out, revelling in the banter and the fact you knew him inside and out. He’d missed being called out on his shit and he loved nothing more than when you teased him during sex, the laughter ringing off the walls while he watched himself disappear into you.

“You’re tight enough already, baby so no shenanigans tonight,” Daniel groaned and jutted his hips forward, jolting you closer to the mirror in the process. He readjusted his tight grip on the satin dress that he'd bunched up around your hips and caught your gaze in the reflection again, “I bet old mate texting you last night couldn’t fuck you like this, ey?”

“Never gave him the chance,” You panted in reply, eyes trained on Daniel’s as he pounded into you, thighs trembling in pleasure as he stalked you, every little wince or twitch never went unnoticed and you felt hot under his gaze, his hot breath and soft groans fanning into your ear.

“Good. No man deserves you, honey – not even me.”

The little burst of confidence his words gave you spurred you on as you bounced back and met his hips with a slap, quickening the pace and really pushing the limits on how loud you could be in such a public setting. Your voice was coarse and your knees were quivering as Daniel trailed his hands up to your chest, boobs practically spilling out of the satin dress as he bucked into you. He gently pulled down the loose fabric, along with the lacy bra and cupped your breasts in his hands, using them as leverage as he fucked into you. Proudly watching his work unfold in front of him.

The feeling of his rough palms massaging your breasts was enough to cause a loud, pornographic moan to rip from your throat – one that could’ve been heard for miles. One of Daniel’s hands shot up and covered your mouth in an attempt to keep you as quiet as he could while got you off, wanting nothing more than having come undone around his stiff cock.

“Look at how damn sexy you are right now,” Daniel grumbled, eyes trained on yours so intensely. You nodded and moaned into his palm, feeling like your souls were re-connecting as he slowed down the pace and relished the feeling of you wrapped around him, bouncing on that dick so perfectly. He was in paradise.

Until the handle on the bathroom door started jiggling beside you, the loud bang that followed made both you both jump out of your perspiring skin. Daniel’s hand lingered over your mouth, his dick stilled inside you as the handle rattled again – more aggressively this time. The person on the other side didn’t say anything; the only sound swirling around the humid air was bated breath, both of you winded from the adrenaline. And from how exciting it felt nearly being caught with him filling you to the brim.

“Fuck,” Daniel whispered as he looked up at you and dipped his head into the crook of your neck, “Do you wanna keep going?”

The deviant side of your brain was screaming hell yes but the rational voice that kept you level headed was telling you to hit the pause button. It was risky enough doing the deed so publicly, something that you and Daniel never shied away from but right now, when you were both supposed to be at the beck and call of your best friends at their wedding; it all seemed a little bit decadent.

“We should get back,” You whispered, confirming what Daniel already assumed as he slowly pulled out and strategically manoeuvred his semi hard dick into the waistband of his underwear, attempting to hide how hard he still was in those deliciously tight pants.

“Good call… but uh, that was fun,” He stuttered and watched you smooth out your dress, his gaze burning a hole in the back of your head as you looked in the mirror and gently wiped under your eyes; removing any signs that you’d just been fucking your ex in a bathroom.

“Really fun,” You replied, wicked smile lining your smudged lips as Daniel stepped forward and helped you back into his suit jacket.

“We should do it again some time…”

“Absolutely – when were you thinking?”

“Oh, I dunno…” He pondered with a cunning smirk, “Maybe like, now?”

You chewed your bottom lip between your front teeth and sighed; you loved that he wanted you as much as you wanted him, both dying to finish what you started and maybe indulge in even more bad behaviour. It was like old times but different - good different.

“I’m staying in the Cliffside suite so… meet you there in halfa?”

Daniel clapped his hands enthusiastically and rubbed them together, “Sounds like a great fucking plan to me,” He agreed, grinning big and gently pushing you towards the door he was opening for you, looking both ways down the hallway.

“You go first so I can watch you walk away from me in that dress,” Daniel quietly teased as you sashayed down the hallway and back to where the reception was still going strong, “You are killing me!”

“I know!” You shouted back, flipping him the middle finger before spotting Sarah on the dance floor, eyes suspiciously narrowed as you shimmied over to her, smiling like the cat that got the cream.

“Where did you get to?!” She yelled over the music, definitely on her way to being drunk from the flutes of champagne that were still being served by the gallon.

“Just needed to freshen up!” You shouted back and looked over your shoulder at Daniel who had joined a conversation near the bar.

There was a giddy feeling that washed over you after you turned back to Sarah and listened to her ramble about how good the music was and how much fun she was having. It was a familiar feeling; the same one you had the night you met Daniel all those years ago. But now, in his home state, surrounded by so many people you loved, you had both been gifted the rare chance to start over.

To fall in love all over again. This was your second chance at a happily ever after.

a//n – thank you for all the support and patience on this one! thoughts? feelings? i wanna know all of them! or click here for more of my writing x

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[keirawantstocry]

Hi hi, tis I, 💋anon, yet again back with another Thought. Your writing continues to be Fantastic AHHHHH. All the kisses for you.

I have no real premise for this other than p l e a s e but- someone mentioned when fit and pac were Cricling Tubbo and complimenting him. And then The Suit happened and I just- if they reacted that way to him changing a Shirt what would they do seeing him in a Suit (either the black or white one they were both Good mans is too attractive). Did they get him in the suit? did one of them? did someone else??? is there an event???

Hope you're having a good day (that you get un-sick soon, sounds like it fuckin sucks) :>

still sick but im chugging vitamin water and gatorade like its nobodys business :) also i have history in a fandom with 1800's and 1900's fashion so i leaned a bit into my past with TLH to come up with this outfit idea. i doubt many mcyters know it but google matthew fairchild and thats the inspo for the outfit!

Tubbo felt out of place to say the least. He wouldn't go as far to say he was uncomfortable but the suit on his body felt strange. It was the women’s idea. Niki was the one who decided to host the get-together, Bagi and Tina the ones who decided everyone had to dress up. The children loved the idea, absolutely loved it. Tubbo spent an hour with Sunny dressing her in the finest dress he could possibly get for her. She was a sight. Dressed in a beautiful moss green dress with golden detailing. Her hair was piled on top of her head with lovely golden flowers threading through her curls. “You look beautiful, poppet.” 

Sunny grinned at him before grabbing at his hands. She dragged him over to his closet and started digging through the suits. 

“Oh no, princess. I don’t want to wear something complicated.” 

She gave him a look that warranted absolutely no arguing and now here he was, dressed up. The undershirt was crisp white and the waistcoat on top a deep swirling green that matched Sunny’s dress, a simple black jacket topping it all. She had insisted. He would do anything for his princess and she damn well knew it. 

The party was beautiful. Fairy lights strung up all over the walls with tables of food in every corner of the large room. Mouse greeted them when they walked in. “Tubbo! Sunny! Hey, guys.” 

“Hey, Mouse,” Tubbo greeted back as Sunny waved happily. 

“Awww,” came Niki’s voice from behind them. “Sunny, you look absolutely gorgeous.” 

“Thank you!” she signed. 

Tubbo felt a strange type of pressure on him all of a sudden, like someone was watching him very closely. Peering around the room at all the guests he tried to figure out who it was. His answer came only a moment later as he saw Pac and Fit making a beeline for him. 

“Oi!” Pac said cheerily, his eyes glued on Tubbo’s suit. 

Tubbo had to resist the urge to squirm. “Hey, Pac.” 

Fit was utterly silent, eyeing him up and down as Pac smiled at Sunny. “Oi, Sunny, there’s uh a chocolate fountain over there.” He looked up pointedly at Niki who’s eyebrows shot up. “Niki, why don’t you show her the fountain?” 

Niki and Mouse quickly glanced between the three of them before at each other with knowing expressions. “Yeah, of course,” Mouse said, taking one of Sunny’s hands as Niki took the other. “Let’s get you some sweets, princess.” 

Tubbo rubbed his thumb repeatedly into the palm of his other hand in a nervous stim as he looked at the both of them. “Um, what’s up guys?” 

Neither of them were looking him in the eyes and every place their eyes dipped to felt like it was on fire. “You look really good,” Fit said in a low voice, finally looking him in the eye. His eyes were dark. “Really good.” 

Tubbo flushed. “Uh, thanks?” 

Pac nodded and nodded, absentmindedly before he took a step forward and grabbed Tubbo by the waist, running his hands over the expensive material of the waistcoat. His eyes got even wider as soon as he got his hands on the other man and Tubbo had to admit something in his chest was very pleased about this whole interaction. “So good,” he said softly. Pac's eyes were giving the impression he wanted to eat him alive and it made Tubbo shudder, suddenly feeling very warm in the suit. “You should uh come home with us later yeah?” 

Tubbo stared at him, jaw agape. “Uh, uh.” He glanced quickly over at Fit who was still blatantly checking him out. “Yeah? Yeah um sure.” 

“Good,” Pac said smoothly, running his hands down his sides once before finally pulling them away. He winked. “Meet us after the party.” 

#qsmp #my writing #fanfiction #poly morning crew #q!tubbo #q!fit #q!pac #q!niki #qsmp sunny #q!mouse #fitpacbo #qsmp morning crew

[boopshoops]

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For Jojo, Shishi, and Ezzie (The Twst OCs ;w;) for the OC Ask meme)

Similarly to the last post!! This is color coded: me/narrator as default, blue as Jocia, and green as Ezra

🥣what's your favorite food?

"So this is some sort of interview? Alright then," Jocia gruffly responded, slouching over in her seat upon realizing the question was actually rather simple. She grinned, "Bulgogi's a fav. It's something my sister showed me when we were kids. Apparently she was trying to learn more about our family history or somethin', did a damn lot of research too."

"It's not something I looked much into myself, but I'm a complete sucker for anything barbecued or grilled. I think... Oh yeah, we tried it out on a camping trip. I stole some of hers off her plate," Jocia chuckled, scratching at the back of her head as she reminisced, "I gave her hell during that trip. Wouldn't be surprised if that's why we never did something like that again. Made it up to her later, though."

-

"Ooh! How fun!" The professor exclaimed with a sharp-toothed grin, "Let's see, should I go into detail? I don't see why not. You're supposedly looking into learning more about me after all, little sprout," He cheerfully pondered aloud, politely folding his hands in his lap.

"My favorite dish is Pasta Alla Gricia. It's absolutely divine. With most of the foods I like, they've unfortunately been changing and shifting in ways I'm simply not a fan of with the passage of time. BUT! With this? It's only gotten better since the first time I tried it one hundred years ago! I'll gladly buy you some sometime, little sapling. Oh! Perhaps I can get some for the whole class... Like a day of celebration after one of our competitions! It's important for student's to destress, after all!~" Ezra hummed to himself with a firm nod.

🥰do you think you're attractive?

"Uh..." The woman droned on, crossing her arms over her chest. She offered a casual nod after perusing her own thoughts, "Like, physically? Sure, yeah," She bluntly answered.

"It's not really something I've thought too much of before. I guess looking in the mirror and seeing how far I've come gives me something to be proud of. Especially since I'm... not the best at styling. Everyone else in the family got all that."

"But, hell, I've worked hard on myself. Even if working out and such is more of a chill hobby of mine, I'm still confident in how I'm built. Not to mention I can see little parts of the people around me in myself too, yeah? Like- an old friend of mine regularly helps me dye my hair, and I got my piercings at the same time as my brother. If I didn't like those parts of myself, it feels kinda like a dig on them too. No matter whatcha think anyway, there are gonna be people out there who think you're pretty sick."

"...Eh, I'm not good at getting all sappy."

-

Ezra blinked, his drawing his lips into a line. His brows furrowed, "This is a difficult question to be modest about, isn't it?" He awkwardly chuckled, bringing a hand up to massage his temple.

"Oh, I don't know. I have a lot of things I have to work on, truly. It's quite an ordeal. Not that I'm not proud of my appearance! After all, a lot of it was greatly inspired by my late father."

"...Ah! I forgot to mention- I'm a changeling fae, of course. I'm not the biggest fan of shapeshifting, however, so I try my best to correlate my appearance to my adoptive human family. In that way, I suppose topics such as 'attractiveness' are a bit more complicated to someone like me, dear," He finished, dodging and weaving around the actual question through his rambles.

🏘️where's your happy place?

Jocia brightened up a bit at this, smirking as the answer came easily, "With my siblings," she replied briefly.

"They're fun as hell to be around. We got each other's backs. They're a bunch of little shits sometimes, but we know each other better than anyone else," She paused, "At least... most of us. More of a reason for me to get home, as if I didn't need any more of one already."

-

"My classroom, of course! Oh, it's so fun!" The teacher excitedly replied, eccentrically taking the time to pop up out of his seat and lean over the table, "It's where I spend most of my time! Working with students in bloom, watching their talents grow, listening to my favorite stars sing broadway, tending to my adorable potted plants..." He babbled on endlessly, happily explaining to no end.

"...I haven't been here for very long, that is true, but it has very quickly become my favorite place to be. So much so I often get caught up in things and forget to attend meetings. I suppose me and the other fae individuals here have that in common... I'm working on that, however! Got to make sure my memory is in top condition!"

"Is that it? 'Kay. Be seeing ya."

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"This was very pleasant! Thank you kindly for inviting me."

Ask Game!

Yuu Shi's responses are here

#boopshoopsramblings #twisted wonderland #boopshoopsoc #twst #twst oc #disney twst #oc #twst wonderland #original character #oc art #jocia gains #ezra goldspire #tcoav #boopshoopswriting

[writinandcrying]

2007 TMNT Movie Review

ok so i watched 2007 movie for the first time (ive read about it and seen some scenes, but never watched the whole thing) anyways finally got a hold of myself and watched it! Specially bc of 3 reasons

1- i need to cuz to fr wtf

2- bc of a certain match up 👀 @melancholysway

3- aaaand I wanted to visualize better a 10 part scenario COF COF @melancholysway hi babe

i decided to write down my comments (i usually dont comment on movies but me and jas talked SO MUCH about it i wanted to do this lmao) basically if you have seen the film (and love it like a certain someone) you will be able to recognize the scenes from the my comments without detailed description, TW spoilers if you havent watched it!

Leo’s voice is HOT. mmhhmmOHMYGOD

Raph's movements and bike scenes are so smooth I love it

“sir im not playing hard to get this is not that kind of phoneline” ON A CHILDRENS MOVIE???????? KHBADKNJLJ

Donnie with his huge ass googles he’s so cute

APRIL???? SHORT HAIR APRIL?? CHANNEL APRIL??? SUIT APRIL??? Move aside Casey im down on one knee

I love the entrance to the lair, also I love when tmnt versions mix like subway stations with he sewers you know? Gives a perception that it isn’t so gloomy where they live and all

“I can’t even sleep without the sound of the subway rumbling above my head, i guess that’s what you get when you grow up on a house full of brothers” soft king we love to see it

Leo jumping out of a plane - AGAIN - like on the bayverse movies, every version he’s an adrenaline rookie istg

Raph diving on the elevator was fucking badass ngtl

SPLINTER SINGING WHILE 1 SECOND AGO THEY WERE ALL BEEFING LMAO PEAK SIBLING REP

Leo mispronouncing nightwatcher like a 40 y/o

Thinking out loud here I kinda wanted to know how they defeated The Shredder tho 

im gonna be honest...... besides rottmnt April..... i dont usually dig her, i always thinks theres some spice laking to her character, (bayverse included, sorry Megan Fox my queen) idk it feels the writers always go for miss perfect with her which doesn't give the character some interesting characteristics besides being "the perfect girl who's also the only one in the group" its lazy writing and it pisses me off. but this April??? i kinda like it! and her 2 LIL BUNS WHILE SHES TRAINING JDNJLA SHES SO CUTE

- “WHAT WAS THAT?” ”did I mention we ran into a monster last night’?” “oh you forgot buddy, did you also forget I only have a WODEN BAT?” im loving this Casey lmao 

“And now we got walking statues??? You got a plan for those?””hey those are a first for me too” WHO WROTE THIS MOVIE

Thinking out loud here part 2 the comeback - Like the only thing I miss is a more mature mikey I think? Everyone sort of grew up and have more mature lines, and he still on the "Yo dude” teenage phase, like idk if feels they all are in their mid/late 20s and Mikey still a 16 y/o :/ I wish writers would give him more development, or more clever lines? like clever pun lines if he's gonna be the comedy relief. anyways the only show I’ve seen doing more than just "dumb funny guy"for mikey is rottmnt 

Warn me next time, I got allergies - Casey I love you fr 

I wish they kept the birthday cake scene cuz the interaction with donnie, splinter aaaand Mikey is priceless

April and Casey apartment tho oh my 

Leo didnt even tell April or Casey that he came back????? bro??

THE DRAMAAAAAA with Raph and Leo omg seriously its like me and my sister but 10 times worse lmao

I love the background music is like… so early 2000s teens movie fhnsjdinaouji I know its an early 2000s teen movie but the music they be listening in the radio IS like.. something you would listen to in “she's the man” soundtrack and it makes it more realistic to the era it was made u feel 

*Makes passive aggressive comment about Raph*” “ok Leo whatever you say no one was talking about him” it goes b u s t e d you are busted

ABSOLUTELY LOVE when the movie starts playing badass music with radio police talking in the background and raph turns to the camera like its the office and simply says “they are playing my song”

Raph being done that Leo first idea when meeting the night watcher was to give him a lecture LMAO

I hate that Leo won the fight but the “good night dark prince” took me ujnnaojnjkl shut up Leonardo oh my god u r annoying *tucks hair*

*un-tucks hair* Bro I SWEAR I hate when Leo on any tmnt say they are better than Raph SHUT UP OH MY GOD

“Dont do this raph” “im done taking orders” PRESIDENTIAL ALERT THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING 10 bucks on Raph 

MY MAN BROKE THE GODDAMN KATANAS YEEEEES RAPHAEEEEEL

*raphs eyes soften after winning* and it was in this moment, he knew he fucked up

*runs away crying after fucking up an argument due angry issues*

Shut up Master Splinter speech to Raph made me emotional 

THE AMOUNT OF FOOT SOLDIERS THEY ARE FIGHTING ON THE PATIO THING 

April and Karai fighting (2 seconds) more culturally significant than the whole renaissance

Mikey and Casey having a special high five and APRIL PINCHING HIS ASS AAAAAAAAAAAA

“I presume this is the vortex for another dimension””cool. I want one” relatable 

Karai helping them - once again im in one knee

Leo did NOT say come to daddy oh my god that’s actually embarrassing

April driving poorly while arguing with Casey and karai + foot soldier in the back barely moving like its their emo children being forced into a family road trip gives me so much joy 

aaaaaand the movie is over! honestly there were some parts i didnt see it coming and udsjnounsoa like the little things they got away with it while being a children movie is surprising, sucks they couldnt make the other 3 movies :(

if you read all of this, first of all thank you and this for you:

#rottmnt #rottmnt fandom #2007 the nightwatcher #tmnt 2007 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2007 #tmnt raphael

[thelilbish]

@beavasilva and I have come up with a theory.

We are going to discuss the following questions:

1. Reya. What is she?

2. The symbolism of white dressing.

3. A weeping woman. Her possible connection to the series.

4. Adriel. The savior?

5. Duretti and Father Vincent. The trope.

Well, let’s being with Rhea. According to Wiki, « she is a mother goddess in ancient Greek religion and Greek mythology, the Titaness daughter of the earth goddess Gaia and the sky god Uranus, himself a son of Gaia. She is the older sister of Cronus, who was also her consort, and the mother of the five eldest Olympian gods Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Poseidon and Zeus, and the king of the Underworld, Hades. But Cronus learnt that he was destined to be overthrown by one of his children like his father was before him, so he swallowed all the children Rhea bore as soon as they were born. When Rhea had her sixth and final child, Zeus, she spirited him away and hid him in Crete, giving Cronus a rock to swallow instead, thus saving her youngest son who would go on to challenge his father's rule and rescue the rest of his siblings ».

Nothing. And her name gives us nothing too but her white dressing is kinda symbolic. According to different sources, woman in white legends are found in many countries around the world. Common to many of these legends is an accidental death, murder, or suicide, and the theme of loss, betrayed by a husband or fiancé, and unrequited love.

There are no husbands in the series but this legend is strongly connected to another one which is interesting. A lady who cried over her children death was the Weeping Woman or La Llorona. Again. Where is the connection? Yes, Reya cried twice: when she met Ava for the first time in her realm and when “thanking her” for her fight in the finale.

While looking for something specific about her, we found out this: «The first mention of the Weeping Woman is found in the chronicles of the Franciscan priest Bernardino de Sahagún in the XVI century ("The Weeping woman" is the Sixth omen of the fall of the Aztec Empire)».

Though the theory is about a woman mourning her children, I decided to dig deeper and that’s what I found: « La Llorona is one of the most dramatic legends of Mexican folklore. La Yorona is a mourner, a weeping female character rooted in pre—Hispanic Mexico.

It is said that even before the arrival of the Spaniards, people heard and saw at night a woman in a white robe with black loose hair, who wandered alone through the empty streets crying "Oh my children, soon we will all perish!" According to the monks who first recorded this legend, it was Cihuacóatl — "snake woman", the goddess of war and births in Aztec mythology, mourning the imminent death of her people and her impotence in the face of an impending thunderstorm... The interpretation of this legend gave rise to a completely new legend - about a mother who killed her own children ». (It was translated from my native language, sry for mistakes)

Well, it’s still nothing but do you remember what Lilith said?

This

Adriel definitely had told her everything. He definitely had filled her in on the details. She knows more than the OCS. A terrible thing is coming. That woman was the omen of the Aztec Empire fall.

I partly believe Adriel and I don’t trust Reya at all. Here’s why.

Adriel’s actions were violent, he sought power but the way he talked about being on the same side as Ava made us question him.

Bonus

What if he was right about Reya? The Reya who forced Michael to think that sacrificing himself was the only way to defeat Adriel. She did the same with Ava. We know absolutely nothing about her but her first possible prototype is pure, but her second which is La Llorona is the omen of fall.

Warrior Nun writers have big brains. It’s another reason to believe that Adriel was not a liar. There is nothing specific about him but take a look at this.

How is that so? The meaning of his name literally means that God is on his side. If God himself is his help, how can he be evil?

When it comes to Warrior Nun nothing is that simple, it’s all about details. I don’t think they chose that name because it was beautiful or something. They did it on purpose. Keep that in mind.

Besides, no one believed Lilith when she tried to warn the OCS in S1 about Adriel's tomb. She betrayed them once so they had no reason to trust her. But Lilith was right. It's a cliche but I think the same goes with Adriel.

Simon said that Ava and the Halo share a special bound since it was the Halo who made Ava alive but I think there is more to it. Probably the Halo possess more power than it has been shown or it is Ava who makes its much more powerful.

Well, the last thing is Duretti or Father Vincent. We see a trope here. In storytelling it’s quite common of the main character to easily defeat their enemies. But as soon as it has happened, they realize they have been chasing the wrong one. We can see that in S1. Duretti was the enemy they easily defeated, Father Vincent was the one who supported Ava the most. He was kind and understanding. They forced us to think that Vincent was a good guy. And I believed him. I think a lot of us did. It’s a manipulation. We knew about his past which he was remorseful of. He didn't even hide it as if trying to make everyone feel sympathy for him. He succeed in this. Duretti's actions were unclear. But he tried to protect the world in his way. No one saw it.

Vincent was a hero but Duretti ended up sacrificing himself in order to give the OCS a chance to defeat Adriel. He was not afraid of him even knowing what Adriel was capable of. So, Adriel is bad and Reya is not?

Let’s sum it up. Reya is evil, she is the omen of fall, she will be the cause of the fall. She will definitely use Ava to achieve her goals as she did before with Michael and Ava. Her tears were a sign for us. Adriel was not a savior but he tried to warn us about the terrible coming. You can never be sure about the WN characters. Question their actions. They are much more complicated than they seem to be.

Hope you like it, guys. Feel free to share your thoughts with us!

#avatrice #warrior nun #warrior nun season 2 #ava x beatrice

[scruffandyarn]

Take My Hand, I'll Start My Journey (1)

A couple of things before we get this party started...

The title needs a little work. The story does too. All of this is completely unbetaed, so if you're reading and all of a sudden it's "damn, scruff, what the hell happened here?" it's all me. I'm trying to edit as I post, but we'll have to see how well that turns out.

My computer keeps freezing whenever I try to copy/paste the entire story, so I'll post it in parts. They'll eventually all be up, no worries.

This is a female!reader-insert fix-it fic of The Mummy Returns, with the pairing of Ardeth Bay x f!reader. Did I rewrite the movie with a reader character? Essentially, yes. This fic covers the entirety of the movie from the second-person perspective of the reader.

For warnings, whatever's in the movie, assume it's here. Additionally, there is mention of the reader sustaining previous injuries, one of which has left her unable to have children (if I ever write more of this, that will be addressed in more detail then). The reader and her sister, Faith, were nurses during a war, and Faith was killed. Reader's father was killed in WWI. There's some reliving of embarrassing moments, including mentions of behavior while the reader is under the influence of a medicinal substance (which will also be further addressed should I write any more of this). There's 'damns' and "hells", two 'bastards' and one 'son of a bitch' for the profanity.

The reader works as Alex's governess.

I tried to avoid any physical descriptions of the reader. If you see any glaring mistakes, lemme know.

If I've forgotten to mention anything, my bad. Just send me a message.

Here we go:

Part 1 (no Ardeth, yet)

“Alexander Rupert!” The frustration in your voice was tempered by the fact that you were panting.  And leaning against a crumbling statue for support.

“Uh, I can explain!” The sandy-haired boy held up his hands in surrender and slowly began to back up towards the tunnel he’d just exited.

You growled as you pushed yourself up and started stalking towards him.  “No, you can’t.”  You gripped his shoulder harder than necessary and maneuvered him back towards the entrance of the temple.  “Do you hate me or something?”

“No!  I don’t hate you!  Why would you think that?”

You eased up on your grip and sighed.  “I know you think I’m no fun when I make you stay put, but kid,” you stopped walking and squatted down to look him in the eye. “I’m here to make sure you stay safe on these digs.  That’s what your parents hired me for.  And if I can’t keep you where they told us to stay and you get hurt, they absolutely could fire me and leave you at some boarding school when they travel.”

“They wouldn’t!” He immediately wrapped his arms around your neck, gripping you like you’d vanish in front of him if he didn’t.  “You’re part of our family.”

You sighed again and returned the hug.  “Even if they didn’t, I would be absolutely devastated if something happened to you.  Because you’re my family too.  Ok?”

You felt him nod against your neck and pulled back.  You tousled his hair as you stood up and he immediately scoffed, putting a grin on your face.

“Come on, Alex,” this time, you held out your hand and he took it, letting you lead him back to the temple.  “I think we should continue working on your engineering lesson.”

“You remembered the cheese this time?” He looked at you skeptically.

You pulled a wadded handkerchief out of your pocket, opening it slightly to reveal the wedge.  “Oh, ye of little faith.”

Once you had made your way back to where Rick had told you and Alex to stay, you went to your bag and pulled out the schematics Alex had completed before you’d left London.  Looking over them, you had to admit the kid was brilliant, and while a lot of it was due to his parents, you took pride in having at least a small part in it as your role as his governess.

Of course, a typical governess would be teaching the child in the comfort of a home, but you’d jumped at the chance to take on a job that would allow you to see and do more than spend your days in a stuffy room teaching from a boring text.  

Not to mention, giving you the built in excuse to avoid dresses of any kind.  Something your time as a nurse didn’t allow.

And, you adored Alex, the whole family, really.  Even that ridiculous uncle of his, once he’d learned that you wouldn’t tolerate him attempting to charm you.

You just wished Alex would stay put, once in a while at least.

“Alright, kid, here’s your plans.”  You handed him the papers.  “I’ll gather the materials, and you start building.”

“I’m going to need sticks, and twine.”

“I’ll go get some sticks.  There’s twine in my bag.  And don’t even think about using the pocket knife to cut it until I’m back.”

As he started stacking bits of broken pottery that were scattered around the room, you dropped the cheese on the ground next to him and headed out of the temple.

You were on your second run for more sticks so Alex could “build a better mousetrap” when you heard horses approaching.  Alarmed, you dropped everything and dashed towards the temple, skidding to a halt just as three armed men stalked through the entrance.

“Damn.”

This wasn’t the first dig-site you’d been to with the O’Connells where others had turned up.  Most of them had been armed with some sort of weaponry, but all of them had excavating tools.  These men didn’t, and you felt your heart drop to your stomach.

No tools meant nothing good.

As quietly as you could, you snuck in behind the three men, your eyes frantically searching for Alex.  You were able to draw in a shallow breath once you spotted him hiding on the scaffolding.

“Knock, knock.  Anybody home?”

You locked eyes with Alex just after sneaking behind a statue.  You pressed your finger to your lips, probably unnecessarily.  The kid wasn’t stupid, but his nod helped to ease a miniscule amount of your fear.

If only you could get to your bag and grab your pocket knife--maybe that would ease a little more.  Unfortunately, even after one of the men left, there were still two guns between you and your knife.  And really, what good would a knife do against one gun, let alone two?

Options.  You needed options.  You needed something.  Anything.

Maybe, if you could get closer to one of the tunnels leading further into the temple, you could draw the men towards you and give Alex a chance to run for it.  

Not the best idea, but if it kept him out of harm’s way…

Holding up two fingers, you mimicked a slingshot, then pointed at the men.  Alex nodded again and slowly pulled the item out of his pocket.  Once he was ready, you counted down with your fingers.  

As soon as the man cried out in pain, you darted towards the next statue over, tensing up behind it when you heard the cocking of a gun.

This was it.

Except, no shot came.

“This place is cursed.”

You rolled your eyes.  Sure.  Cursed by an eight-year-old.

You gave it a couple of minutes for them to get distracted by more of the pottery before you chanced peeking out from your hiding spot.  You caught Alex’s gaze, nodded towards the men, then counted down.

He hit his mark and you made your run, only to hear Alex let out a laugh.  It was short and quiet, but you still heard it.  And if you heard it, the men probably did too.

Damn it!  You were so close to the tunnels, maybe one more statue, and you could make it and lead them away.

Forcing yourself to swallow your fear, you waited another few minutes, hoping the men would get sidetracked by more ancient items and forget if they’d heard anything.  You gave Alex the countdown and hoofed it as fast as you could.

“I’ll take care of this.”

Your fear rushed back, tenfold, and you felt the room begin to spin.  They must have spotted you.  Except, looking around the statue, they weren’t headed in your direction.  Instead, they were heading straight towards Alex.

You were left with no choice.

You ran towards the tunnels, not caring about staying hidden.  “Over here, you bastards!”

Alex’s gasp at your profanity would have been comical if this wasn’t life-or-death.

“You get her.  I’ll get him.”

No no no no no!  They were both supposed to follow you!  You had to think fast!  Except, the sound of yet another gun cocking left your mind completely blank.  Running was your only option--you couldn’t save Alex with a bullet in your brain.

You led your pursuer down a tunnel, trying to remember the turns you were making, hoping you could double back and intervene before the other man got to Alex.  As soon as you saw an alcove, you ducked into it, praying that the man would rush by you.

“Come on, sweetheart!  I won’t hurt you none if you just show your pretty face.”  

Finally, after what seemed like years, he was past your hiding spot.  As quick as you could, you hurried back the way you came.  In your hurry, you slammed up against the wall, the thud echoing.  Gunfire, and the sound of bullets ricocheting off stone, followed.

“Damn it!”  Shaking off the pain from your collision, you kept moving until you were back in the temple.  You spotted the other man, knife between his teeth, attempting to climb up the scaffolding, just before the man who had originally departed came running into the room.

“Spivey! Jacques!  Let’s get the hell out of here!”

The man who had been chasing you immediately took heed.  “Come on!”

The man after Alex slid down the ladder he’d been climbing and kicked one of the scaffold’s support beams before following after.

“Alex!”  You ran to try and keep the entire thing from falling, but you miscalculated, and pulled too hard on the wobbly structure.  

“Watch out!”  

The scaffold swayed in your direction, and you moved to try and avoid having it fall on you.  “Jump!” you screamed at Alex, holding out your hands to grab him.  He fell into your arms, hard, knocking you backwards into a pillar.  The force of your hit toppled the pillar, starting a domino effect of each pillar knocking down the next, all the way around the circular room.

“Wow,” Alex breathed as you set him down.

“Your mom’s going to kill us.”

Before you could stop him, Alex ran to try and keep the last pillar from falling.

“Alex!  It’ll crush you.”  You ran after him, tackling him out from under the pillar as it collapsed into the wall, knocking a giant hole into it.

Water immediately rushed into the room and you and Alex shared a look of bewilderment before turning back to the sudden flood.  The two of you looked at each other again, even more confused, when Alex’s parents washed up at your feet.

“Mom, dad.  I can explain everything.”

You smiled ruefully, knowing exactly what would happen when they learned just how close to danger their son had been.

“You see, there were these men--they were bad men, and ______, she tried to lure them away from me, but only one of them followed her, and the other one came after me when I hit one with my slingshot, and then they all ran out and ______ caught me but I knocked her into the pillars and it’s my fault we broke the wall.”

Evelyn and Rick looked up at the two of you, identical looks of…something…on their faces.  You couldn’t tell what was running through their minds.

“Are you two alright?” Evelyn finally asked as she pushed herself up, a little squish sound with every movement.  “Either of you hurt?”

“I’m ok, mom.”

“What about you, ______?” This time, it was Rick who asked.  He was still on the ground, looking completely exhausted, his hands clutching onto some sort of box.

“I’m so sorry, I really thought they both would follow me, but they didn’t and I had to double back and--”

Rick held up a hand to silence you.  “Alex is fine.  Are you?”

“Oh, um…yeah.  Peachy.”  You offered your hand to help him up.

He grabbed it, making sure you saw him roll his eyes as he hoisted himself to his feet, putting minimal weight on you.  “Let us know if you start feeling less than…’peachy’ and we’ll see about calling a doctor once we’re back in London.”

“I’m so glad you’re both alright.”  Evelyn wrapped the arm not used to hold her son around your shoulders.

You stiffened slightly in surprise.  They weren’t going to fire you?

“And you, young man,” Rick pointed at Alex, who made a show of gulping, “You owe ______ an apology for sneaking off from her earlier.  If we have to pay her extra for chasing after you, it’s coming out of your allowance.”

“Aw, dad!”

Take My Hand Masterlist

#the mummy returns #fanfic #ardeth bay #ardeth bay x reader #scruff's stuff #the mummy #Ardeth bay fanfic

[storiesofsvu]

Sugar Mommy Ch 1

Warnings: language, mentions of terminal illness/death in very brief conversation.

When you’d finally gotten all your loose ends tied and managed to make the move out to New York City, you’d been incredibly lucky at being able to find a job relatively quickly. You had a degree in business communications and previous experience P.A’ing for a few years in your hometown, so when you answered an ad for an assistant at a law firm, they quickly hired you. Your job was basically picking up the slack when the personal assistants/paralegals were spread too thin, working alongside all the attorney’s in the firm. Truthfully, a lot of it was running paperwork or case files around the city, serving the occasional subpoena, doing lunch/dinner and coffee runs when needed, or at least getting them ordered to the firm.

Rita was quick to take a liking to you, trying to snag you when her assistant needed help before one of the other lawyers did. Your work was always concise, detailed and organized, you were also a wonder at remembering coffee orders, preferred take out meals, and working way too many overtime hours. You had no issues in the legal world, dealing with A.D.A’s and other attorney’s with ease, letting any snarky remarks made roll off your skin without a hint of a bother.

You respected the older woman, looking up to her with admiration at the way she absolutely shredded whoever she was up against, in and outside of the court room. She was fierce, sharp witted, always did her digging into cases to put up the best defence she could for her clients. You particularly took joy in watching her and Barba squabble when they were up against each other, you and Carmen lingering longer than needed in the doorway, small smiles on your faces as you pretended to be going over paperwork together.

You’d been at the firm just shy of a year when Rita’s current assistant was changing lanes, going back to school to pursue a different career and she was stuck going through countless applications and resumes trying to find a replacement. To be completely honest, most of the papers ended up in the shredder before she’d even finished reading them, knowing she needed someone better. She met with a very small handful of them, internally rolling her eyes at the ones who rattled off legal jargon and experience like they fucking owned the place, and practically laughing at the ones who stumbled over quiet words seeming entirely too unsure of themselves.

She’d spent the entire afternoon in court, coming back to a pile of new applications she needed to get through as fast as she could or she’d be left without any help before she knew it. It took her a couple of hours, instead of bothering to call these ones in she figured she’d do her own social media digging to get a better handle on them before they came in. Her eyes shot up from the screen when the door to her office unexpectedly opened,

“Oh! Ms Calhoun, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you were still here.” You had an armful of files, a pen stashed in your hair to keep the impromptu bun in place. You’d shed your blazer, blouse sleeves rolled up, clearly thinking you were the only one left in the office.

“It’s fine.” She gave you a small smile, a little wave motioning you to come up to the desk.

“Files for the Grimes case.” You placed them in the free space on her desk, “And..Mr. Barba made a motion to have the audio recording suppressed on the Trask case.”

“‘Course he did.” She pursed her lips, flipping the motion open eyes skimming it quickly before tossing it onto her desk.

“Anything I can help with?”

“No.” She sighed, giving you another smile, “It’s late, and it’s Friday. I’m sure you have better places to be, get outta here.”

“Okay.” You gave her a small nod, “Thank you. Have a good weekend Ms. Calhoun.”

“You too.” You softly shut the door behind yourself, collecting your things from your desk before leaving the office. It may have been Friday, but you definitely didn’t have anywhere to be, you hadn’t spent too much time exploring the city, spending most of your time working. You decided a few days off warranted a reward, picking up a bottle of wine on the way home, at least you could relax.

Back in the office Rita shuffled through the few remaining applications, wondering if any of them would be useful in the very least before pushing them off to the side. She flipped through the Grimes case file, her head tilting as she noticed the extra pages you’d added in as you’d spent the afternoon digging through the victim’s backstory and social media. She hadn’t asked you to do anything aside from organize the reports, highlighting any of the important details, but you’d gone far above what even her current assistant would have done. Yet you spent most of your time shuffling paperwork between the firm, the court house and the D.A’s office and getting coffee? She made a pit stop on the way out of the office, tugging a copy of your resume and application from when you first applied at the firm, figuring she could dig through your socials over the weekend instead of spending more hours in the empty office.

*

Monday rolled around and you sped into the office as quickly as you could without it being noticed. You’d been distracted reading through the coverage of a case on your phone and completely missed your subway stop, having to get off two stops later and circle back. So when you saw the post it in the center of your computer screen that Rita needed to see you ASAP, your heart leapt into your throat, worrying that you were in trouble. You felt like you were being called to the principal’s office as you knocked lightly on her door, waiting for the soft ‘come in’ before entering, shutting it behind you.

“You..wanted to see me Ms Calhoun?”

“Yes.” She gave you a warm smile, slowly taking in your form, appreciating the well fitted skirt and blazer you’d chosen for the day. She wasn’t surprised you looked a little nervous, her note was somewhat ominous, but…was that a blush on your cheeks? You seemed almost flustered, not intimidated. “You do really good work Y/N. Are you happy working here?”

“I-uh. Yes-“ It felt instinctual to add a ‘M’am’ in there, but that was something reserved for women your mother’s age, and that last thing you wanted was to offend Rita, opting to cut yourself off instead. “Is this…an early performance review?” Rita chuckled softly,

“No.” She gestured to a chair in front of her desk, “Take a seat.” You quickly did, crossing your ankles under the chair, toes of your shoes resting on the carpet. “So. Business communications and a few years as a personal assistant brought you out to New York.”

“Yes.” You nodded, “I’m from Massachusetts, figured it was finally time for a change.”

“And you’re really happy here picking up the brunt of the work that slips past everyone else?” You shrugged slightly,

“It’s a job, it’s in my field of work. I don’t have any issues with any of it, I like to keep myself busy.” You felt your heart rate increase, still completely unaware of where she could possibly be going with this. Rita practically smirked at your response.

“You’ll have to explain it a little more. Because I just don’t understand how someone who’s Ivy League educated is satisfied with menial paper work and coffee runs.” You quirked your head, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Ivy..League?”

“Don’t play coy Y/N.” She grinned over at you, “You graduated top of your class at Harvard Law.” She flipped the Ipad on the desk to face you, a Facebook picture from the day of your graduation, next to your extremely proud Father. “Why would you leave that out of your application here? You would’ve been hired on the spot.”

“I-uh..” You shifted uncomfortably in your chair, feeling flushed at the burn of her gaze on you, “I..never took the bar exam.”

“I don’t take you for a quitter who’s intimidated by an exam, I take you for someone who’d make an excellent lawyer.” You felt your cheeks burn at here praise, barely able to meet her gaze.

“Thank you.”

“Why not take it?” She was genuinely surprised when your eyes met hers across the desk, a hint of a shimmer of tears reflecting in them.

“Uhm..My Dad.” You took a shaky breath, “Shortly after I graduated he was diagnosed with brain cancer. The tumour was inoperable, they had to do chemo and radiation to try and shrink it completely or until it was operable. I…kinda gave everything up to take care of him, it was just the two of us. He needed someone to take him to appointments, make sure he took his meds, keep him in line..the tumour gave him dementia like symptoms. He basically needed constant care and we couldn’t afford an in home nurse or anything.” You risked a glance up at her, the sympathetic look she was giving you weakening you to the core, “He fought hard for two years, but he was too weak to keep going before they could finally operate. I…thought about going back to the exam but his death..took a toll. I was in no shape to do something that my entire future would rest on.”

Rita took a moment, making sure you were done with your confession, and to absorb all of the information, giving a moment of silence for your father. She already knew you were an incredible human being, but the fact that you gave up your entire future, your entire career and livelihood to be the one to care for your Father was so incredibly selfless. So many people, especially aspiring lawyers would’ve chose the other option, but you didn’t.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you.” You gave her a soft smile over the desk, sighing out a breath. “What does..all this have to do with why you called me in?”

“I need a new assistant.” She stated plainly.

“I’ve got a stack of new applications on my desk, I can bring them in, go over them with you?”

“I don’t want them.” She smiled, folding her arms as she leant against the desk, “I want you. You’re more detail oriented, you’re more educated than any of my previous assistants. I wanted you before, but now the Harvard connection makes it all make sense. Let some nineteen year old intern take your job of running coffee and filing paperwork, you’re much more valuable than that.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” She nodded, pulling a piece of paper out of a folder you hadn’t noticed, sliding it to your side of the desk, “Consider it a promotion. Your salary will go up, you’ll have more involvement in cases, maybe even a little commission when you put that law degree to use. Essentially…you’ll be my unofficial second chair.”

“What?” Your head shot up, feeling your heart stutter in your chest, this was a big leap from running paperwork between offices. Rita laughed softly at the dramatics of your reaction,

“Until you pass the bar you won’t be behind that table, don’t worry. But I will expect you to be in the gallery for my cases, take notes, pay attention, dig deeply into as much information about things as you can. A second set of eyes and ears who’s briefed properly with the law can be a godsend in there, and I trust you to be mine.”

“Of course.” Smiling, she pulled a pen from a drawer, placing it on top of the employment agreement, waiting for your next move. Your hand reached out, picking up the paper as your eyes read through the details, only making her more proud, knowing half of the applicants would’ve immediately signed without reading the fine print. Another sign that you were the right choice, and you knew the law, you were goddamn perfect for this position and she knew it. “24/7 availability?” You cocked a brow across the desk,

“I take a lot of SVU cases, that might mean some middle of the night calls for you.”

“You…want me at the precinct with you?”

“The more involved in the case you are from the start the more useful you’ll be.” You couldn’t fight her logic on that one, nodding in response as your eyes scanned the rest of the document, widening slightly as you reached the end of the agreement.

“This salary’s not a typo?” Rita glanced down, double checking the numbers, “It’s a pretty steep increase?”

“It’s accurate.” She took in your baffled expression, “Y/N. Please, you’re doing work right now some unpaid internship could be doing, you deserve more. If you’re satisfied…sign..and the deal is done.” You gave her the best smile you could manage, picking up the pen and scrawling your signature over the dotted line.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now, go through that pile of applications on your desk and find one suitable to fill your position.”

“You…want me to interview them?”

“You’re more than competent.” Her hand darted out and squeezed your wrist gently, catching the way your breath hitched at the contact, “Welcome to the true team.”

Rita shot you a wink as you did your best to compose yourself, leaving from the office with a copy of your new contract in your hands. Part of you couldn’t believe any of the past twelve hours had happened, but you knew it was something you deserved. You’d spent so much of your life working for others, you deserved a shot at your own life for once, and if Rita was going to be the one to give you that opportunity, you were definitely going to take it.

*

That day changed everything, you easily fell into a rhythm with Calhoun, able to openly shoot legal arguments back and fourth without being questioned by her. She had you read over all of her case files, sometimes even meeting with clients alone when she was busy, she trusted you, which meant a lot. The first time she called in the middle of the night, you showed up at the precinct bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to work, dressed like it was the middle of the afternoon not 2 a.m.

You had to admit, working closer with her, and with only her, got you more flustered than normal, you did your best to not let onto it, but the admiration of your boss slowly began to morph into a crush. Especially when Rita picked up on it, oh so innocently flirting with you, she’d throw in a pet name every so often when asking you to run files over to the D.A’s office, you’d catch her gaze watching you as you worked, shooting you a small grin before returning to her own paperwork. You had no idea what her intention was, but you just rolled with it, thankful for the job, the promotion and the time spent in the legal world.

The next year passed before you could even imagine it, you became known throughout the courthouse, the D.A’s office and a couple of precincts as ‘Calhoun’s girl’, sometimes even showing up before she did, her clients always comfortable to talk to you first. The detectives knew once you showed up the perp had lawyered up, even if Rita wasn’t there, they could no longer question anyone, and it annoyed them to all hell. You clearly lived closer than she did and often cut them off long before she normally would. Rita simply gave them a smirk of a smile and reassured them that everything was by the book before moving in to talk to her client. The dynamic between the two of you flowed with such ease no one really understood it, but it worked absolutely flawlessly, Rita’s win rate jumped once you’d become her official assistant, Barba complained that it was like going up against two lawyers at once, but the two of you kept the little Harvard secret to yourselves, feigning confusion whenever questioned. You truly had found your new niche in New York with this position, and you couldn’t wait to see where it would take you.

#rita calhoun #rita calhoun x reader #law and order svu #sugar mommy #law and order #svu #law and order special victims unit

[divinefireangel]

They Just Don't Know You

Soft Yandere! Seo Moon-Jo x F! Reader

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If this piece of fan fiction is offensive to any celebrity, fandom or culture please let me know so I can take it down. Also note that this is my version of a character or celeb, which will vary from person to person.

Author's Note: A 2nd longer fic for our lovely cannibalistic psychopath. I hate that I'm attracted to him. Someone please be my therapist. Or psychiatrist. Honestly doesn't matter. My brain is fucked anyway.

Copyright: Please note that this is my work and if you want to publish this on any other platform, take my permission before doing so. Taking an author's work and posting it somewhere else without any intimation is just disrespectful. I readily welcome suggestions and criticisms. That being said, Happy reading! 🤍

Warnings: 16+ and written for female reader, but all can read. (nothing specified with respect to appearance, etc of reader). Except that I've mentioned reader is short, cuz LDW is tall 🥰. There is a brief mention of sex, but no actual smut. Reader kinda highkey hates on her parents and younger sister. Read it to know. Age gap between reader and Moon-Jo. Slight obsessive thoughts. Manipulative words. I tried to put plot twist in the end, probably you won't notice it 💀. Please please tell me if I need to add more warnings. Do not read if you start to feel uncomfortable. I apologize in advance 🥺

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Pre-Requisite / Summary: Just a fic based on the song They Just Don't Know You by Little Mix. After watching Strangers from hell I related this song to him for some reason. Reader and Moon-Jo are in an established relationship. And reader's loved ones don't approve.

2.3k ish words My longest fic till date 🥳

" You know that he's too old for you. You can settle for younger, much younger guys for your age sweetheart. If you can't find anyone eligible enough, we will find one for you. And you don't even know if he has intentions of marrying you. What if all he wants is just a fling or some time pass relationship. Hmm? What are you going to do then? "

Sipping her tea silently, Y/N sat next to her dad on the porch swing, listening to all the criticisms he had about Moon-Jo. All his words did was boil her blood. But what could she do when they don't walk in her shoes? They don't know how safe and content she feels when he kisses her like she's the only girl for him in the entire universe. And no point in explaining that to her father anyway. She's tried. And failed. Multiple times.

"Are you done with your tea?" She asks her dad, in desperate attempt to try and get away from him and his words because she knows, and even he knows that it's going to end up in a fight if they continue to speak on the same topic.

Humming yes, he hands her his tea cup which she takes to the kitchen so she can help her mom with dinner. Placing them in the sink upon entering the kitchen, Y/N drags her palms down her face in frustration.

" I could hear what he said you know. Your dad. He's not wrong. Seo Moon-Jo seems like he'll break your heart in three. And we're only looking out for you Y/N. You don't have to go through heartbreak when you can very well avoid it." Her mom finished slowly.

" Why. Why is it so difficult for you to accept the fact that I'm actually in a happy relationship for once in my life. So what if he's much older than I am? He's a dentist. A doctor. A very good profession and he's known and well respected in his neighbourhood too. " Y/N said loud enough for her dad also to hear.

Huffing in annoyance she left the kitchen to go upstairs to her room. Or rather the room she shares with her sister. Of course the door is wide open. The younger rascal is always here for the drama.

Ever since Y/N came out to her family about her relationship with Moon-Jo, her sister has become the favourite child, for obvious reasons. And now eavesdropping with the door wide open? That's a new low. But what else can Y/N expect from such a low life who is literally thriving off her own sister's pain and suffering.

When entering the room, Y/N realizes how big a mistake it was to visit her family. And she did not need such snark from a younger, less experienced child.

"Are you that blinded by " Love " that you don't even see how weird his hair is? A man who isn't an idol or actor doesn't need such long hair. He's clearly a fuckboy. Or man whore. Whichever is right. " She said with disgust.

'She's just jealous. She's just a jealous bitch. They all are.' Y/N thinks to herself.

" At least one of us gets laid regularly. And just so you know, it's absolutely heavenly when he makes me cum over and over on his fingers and his dick-" Y/N said as her tone slowly got lower and darker and her emotion angrier.

Screaming and covering her ears, the younger girl ran downstairs to her mother, no doubt to tattle on her older sister. Rolling her eyes, Y/N started packing her things, all of them, in a bag she took down from the top shelf of the wardrobe.

It's really difficult to leave one's family, but it is clearly getting more and more tiresome to love them nowadays. If it's so wrong to date him, why does Y/N herself not see it? She's a logical and smart young lady. Does her family hate that man so much that they don't even want her to be happy? No matter who she's with. And is it so bad to date a man who's older? Richer? And cares more about her than all of her family members combined?

Wiping the fallen tear stains from her cheek, she just thinks to herself ' They just don't know him. They just don't know him like I do. '

Sending a text to her lover, saying that she misses him and that she's coming back home sooner than planned, Y/N carries her bag through the front door, her parents and sister ignoring her as she leaves and walks out that door one final time.

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Once reaching their shared apartment, Y/N collapsed into her lover's arms the moment he opens the door, crying her eyes out. Seeing his lover in turmoil, shedding a tear or two of his own, Moon-Jo carries her to the living room couch to cradle her like a child who needs attention.

" They- They said -"

" Shh my darling. I know. " Moon-Jo said, shushing his girlfriend and giving her a shoulder to cry on. Once she's calmed a little, her sobs turning to sniffs, she lifts her head to meet his gaze.

Seeing her sad, tear stained eyes always upset him. More than anything in the world. Running his long slender fingers across her cheeks and jaw, he removes her hair from her ponytail with his free hand and rests it on her thigh.

" Tell me. Please tell me that you won't break my heart like them. That you won't try to tear my world apart like them. " Y/N looked desperately at him, wanting so badly to know that he's not just using her.

Those words, that slipped out her mouth, shocked Moon-Jo, to say the least. What did he do wrong? What did her family fill her head with?

Tilting his head to a little, he looks into her red eyes, trying to read her mind for a moment, all the while she just looked at him with the same desperate expression.

"Please tell me that you will be there when I need you the most. " Y/N whispered so softly, she herself barely heard it. But the end of the sentence, she started crying all over again.

Taking her head to his neck, he stroked her hair and her sides, trying to calm her down.

" Darling. I promise with my everything, that I will never leave you, I will never ever let you go. That I will do anything, anything necessary to prove my love to you. "

"No, oh dear no. That's not, you don't have- have to do anything at all to make me believe you love me. I'm sorry I asked such a stupid question. " She sobbed out.

Shushing her softly again, he rocks their bodies back and forth, till she's calmed and fallen asleep there, in his arms. Knowing that his arms are her only safe place for her from now on, he takes her delicate figure to the bedroom.

Placing her on her side of the bed, he lays down on his. Staring at her stunning face, he feather touches her face with his fingertips, memorizing every curve, every little detail on her, like a sculptor admiring his work and giving it the finishing touches.

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" So, I did a little digging on your sugar daddy. "

" Why?! And he's not my sugar daddy. " Y/N said in disbelief. No. Not her dear best friend too.

" I know you said not to and I'm sorry. But I am worried about you. He made you leave your family Y/N. " They stated with worry and sympathy.

" No. He didn't make me leave them. I left them by choice. They don't see him like I do. And clearly, they hate that I'm happy with him. " Y/N finished as they sat down at the lunch table.

" Y/N..... "

" What? Even you don't want me to be happy? " She questioned her friend in disbelief. Laughing sarcastically Y/N shook her head.

" I've heard rumours! Okay? He was in the orphanage that had that severe fire explosion. And most of the culprits from that incident are MIA. What if he's one of the people who caused it?! " They said in a whisper, worried that the neighbouring people can hear their conversation.

" Do you really think that? All of that is just a rumour. And he's told me about it. He's told me everything. Unlike my parents who so desperately tried to tie me down to an arranged marriage. "

" He's not good for you. I know you deserve better. Okay he may make happy and all but what if he leaves? What if he just uses you and drops you like you were nothing? We're just trying to make sure you don't get hurt Y/N. Physically and emotionally. " They finished.

" This, all what you said, is cheap talk. But it'll eventually wear down because when we get married and have kids and all that in the future, you're all going to look like fools. And I will proudly say ' I told you so '. "

" If that's the case then I am the happiest person for you. Hopefully I won't have to be the one to say ' I told you so'. "

" Wow. I, just- hah. Wow. Just wow. " She paused.

" You know, I really hoped you would be more supportive or at least tolerant enough to have patience and support me with my decision for my love. " Y/N said loud enough for eavesdroppers to hear audibly.

Of all the people she would have to drop, never even in her nightmares had she fathomed that her best friend would be one.

Getting up from the table, she picks up her bag and leaves without another word, and goes to the only place that has love for her and that accepts her.

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Reaching home, Y/N notices the place empty. Maybe he's at the clinic?

Shrugging off her bag and jacket she sits on the couch for a moment, before her restlessness takes over and she begins pacing in the living room.

Why are people being like this? Do they hate her so much? They barely know him. Why are they treating and accusing him to be such a criminal! He's not. He takes care of Y/N so much. He loves her so much. He provides for her. He's affectionate with her, more than he's told he thought capable. He's become her ride or die. And she, his.

They don't know him like I do. They will never love me like he does.

They don't know about the love they have. The just see what they want to see. Bloody society dictating whom to love and whom to not. Is it so hard to see the love they have for each other? Can't they just let it be. They don't know the turmoil she's gone through recently; they don't know how well he's taken care of her, kept her happy and same enough to not let her intrusive thoughts get the best of her.

Her thoughts interrupted by the door clicking open. Smiling, Moon-Jo enters with a box, surely containing sweets from her favourite bakery. How can you not love someone so considerate, who does things for you without even having to ask.

Seeing the sad look upon his lover's face, Moon-Jo's smile fades into a frown.

" What's wrong my dear? "

Smiling sadly Y/N just shakes her head, conveying that she doesn't want to talk about it.

Placing the box of sweets on the coffee table, the two hug each other, feeling of comfort taking over them both. She can just stay here, forever, in his arms till the world ends.

" Babe. What's wrong? You can tell me anything. Anything at all. I'll take care of the problem. " Delicately Moon-Jo cradles Y/N's head in his palms, making her face up to him, their height difference evident.

Sighing, she moves to sit on the couch, motioning him to do the same. " It's just people. And what they say. My family was one thing, but my best friend, the person I chose as my family " Pausing Y/N breathers the tears back in, " They were doubtful of you today. How can I live knowing that no one will approve of us? " Y/N questioned looking at him.

" Does their opinion really matter that much? So much so that you are skeptical of my affection to you? " Coldly, he moved back from his seat on the couch.

" No! No. Gosh that is not what I mean. Not at all. I love you and I know that you love me. So much. So much so I would die for you. But there are other people whom I care about. Who's opinions matter to me. And I don't want to let them go. As happy as I am with you, I need them too. They give me joy in a different way, that is important. "

" Do I not make you happy? Are you not content with the love I give you? Is it not enough? " He asks carefully.

" That's not what I meant! You love me more than anyone I've known. "

"Then what's the problem? You don't need those people who don't love you. You have me. You will have me forever and ever. I will never leave you. And you will never leave me either. We'll be with each other till the end of the world darling. "

Nodding with a small smile you looked down at your feet.

Unhappy with your action, Moon-Jo pulls your face up by your chin to look at him with such force, it scared you a little, making your heart skip a beat in fear.

" Do you not love me, babe? " He asked tilting his head to a side, his expression mildly offended.

" I do! I love you. So much. " You finished with a soft tone, cupping his face with your hands.

Grinning like a Cheshire Cat, Moon-Jo leaned down to capture your lips with his. Reacting immediately, you kissed him with as much energy and sincerity you could muster, as you head filled with thoughts of doubt.

Had your parents been right? Had for friend been right? Had they all been right all along and you too blind to see?

No. It can't be. He loves you. He's said that so many times. And you love him.

You love him.

You.

Love.

Him.

...

Do you love him, or have you been illusioned into loving him?

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Do you write smut? If so, can I please get soft fem reader thigh-riding Byakuya? Thank you!!

Just Like Heaven

in which the reader thigh rides Byakuya Togami.

Byakuya Togami x Reader

smut smut smut

fem reader

requested by ✨: OMG THIS IDEA ITS BEAUTIFUL

warnings: nothing too major, but there is some choking, but its nothing terrible and its very briefly mentioned. also its byakuya: he’s a dick.

enjoy luvs xx (my apologizes if its short)

“You’ve been awfully quiet lately”

Y/N stared out the window, turning to face her lover. “I just,” she began, realizing she knew why she had been so quiet, but saying so would have flustered her,“I don’t know, honey”. “Oh, you know how pitiful you sound when you call me ‘honey’,” he cooed, but it was so backhanded. He walked towards you and cupped her face. She gasped when he did, his touch making her tremble. “Was that mean?”.

“You are mean”

“I can’t help it”

As those words slipped out of his mouth, he immediately pressed his lips onto hers. The desperation had gotten to her, her kisses in return were messier and rougher, taking Byakuya by surprise. “Hell,” he whispered, pulling away,“You wasted no time”. She didn’t respond as she was trying to catch her breath, but it was obvious to him what was wrong with her. She was like an animal in heat. Blood rushed to her cheeks leaving her all kind of flustered. He grinned at the girl, messing with her hair. “Say, why don’t you get yourself a nice glass of cold water,” he asked,“Then join me in the library when you can get ahold of yourself”. Blushing, she nodded and walked out of her room with her head down, walking towards the dining hall kitchen. She grabbed a cup of water, noticing Celeste had walked in and crossed her arms. Being nice, she said,“Hi”. Rather than say “hi” back, Celeste said,“You and that posh, blond, what’s his name... well, you know who I’m referring to, have been spending a good amount of time together”. She was silent. 

“Are you both?-”

She finally caught onto Celeste’s suggestive tone. “Oh, nonono,” she blurted,“Absolutely not”. Celeste laughed softly, nodding. “Right. ‘Was foolish of me to assume such a quiet girl as yourself would involve yourself with him in such ways. I only asked because everyone else was wondering. I’ll be heading out now. Goodbye!”. Celeste walked away, leaving her flustered once again. Why was she so flustered? Well, that can only be answered if we dig deep into her mind, her dream state specifically. She dreamt of Byakuya. Her dreams (if captured) could be pieces of cinema for how detailed they were. For some reason, this one was a little too detailed. Imagery of Byakuya tearing off her dress and pinning her down made it difficult for her to be around him.

While they had this type relationship going on, it was never anything sexual. In fact, the most they’d done was that kiss earlier. What started off as a hateful gaze turned to playful verbal teasing; secretly holding hands to small kisses (with the occasional pet names). Now, Byakuya had taken it a step further with that kiss, but since she had the control in that situation, his tone suggested he wanted much more. 

She walked to the second floor, heading for the library. She stood in front of the door, taking a deep breath before opening the door, ever so carefully. She peeked in first before stepping in, noticing Byakuya sitting in a chair and reading. He looked up at her. “You wanted to see me?,” she asked. 

“Oh, Y/N. Glad you could make it. Lock the door.. the key’s hanging to your right”

She locked the door, stepping closer to him. He got up and showed her some files layed out on the table. “I was digging around in the archives and found rather interesting information,” he said. She looked at them, her eyes widening. “So we have possible suspects on the mastermind’s identity now, don’t we,” she asked. Byakuya nodded. He sat back down, looking at her up and down. He hummed, looking her up and down. His piercing blue eyes met hers as she turned to see him doing so. “Is there anything else you need, baby?”. 

“Take off your panties”

Her heart sank as she stuttered,“W-What?”. He repeated himself: “Take them off”. She tried not to blush as she raised her dress on the sides and slid them off. She picked up her lacy panties, holding them. “Hand them to me”. She walked to him handing them over. “Tsk-tsk. These are quite the racy choice,” he smirked,“Come here”. He pat his lap, inviting her to straddle him. She was on, wrapping her arms around his neck and now he was kissing her, roughly. She whined as he grabbed her breasts, moving his hands to her hips. This made her move against his thigh, the friction making her throb. She moaned digging her nails into his back. Immediately, he knew she liked that. He began to bounce he a little. Her breath hitching as her legs squeezed the sides of his thigh, latching herself onto him. “You like that, don’t you?,” he teased, whispering in her ear.

“Yes...”

“Speak up, darling”

“Y-Yes!”

She began riding him on her own, but at her own pace, not trying to overwhelm herself so fast. Suddenly, his hand reached and gripped her throat, careful not to hurt her. “Poor girl,” he teased,“All worked up over what? Grinding on my leg like a pup? How cute”.

“Byakuya-”

“My pretty girl, getting off in front of all this surveillance. People watching, yet you behave as if we were in solitude. How pathetic”

“P-Please don’t say that, please”

“Is my girl gonna cum?”

The question rattled throughout her body. Her insides burned as she muttered a ‘yes’. “Cum for me, my pet,” he said looking deep into her eyes,“Come on”. Small whimpers and curses escaped her lips as she trembled. All Byakuya could think is how cute she was. “I’m gonna cum,” she whispered.

“Yeah?”

Before she could answer, his hands moved to her breasts. He teased him and she cried, begging him,“Please kiss me”. He tongued her down, her shaming worsened until finally, with a throaty moan, she came. “Good girl,” he teased, pushing her off slowly. She now sat on the floor trying to catch her breath. Byakuya checked out his thigh. He grabbed her jaw and made her look up at him. “You made quite the mess,” he said, kissing her forehead. He held his hand out, allowing her stand up. “What do we say?,” he asked.

“T-Thank you”

“Anytime”

Byakuya headed toward the door, but before he could open it, she stopped him. “Hey!”. He turned around. “Yes, my pet?”. She bit her lips, but finally asked,“Are you gonna give me my panties back?”. Byakuya laughed. “Right,” he said,“I must’ve forgotten”. He handed them to her. She put them on, her eyes on him.

“Are you waiting for me?”

“Is that a problem?”

“No, not at all! Just curious why”

“I, uh..”

He cleared his throat as he looked away and said,“I kind of do enjoy your company, so I was wondering if you wanted to come and explore the other floors with me. Catch up, maybe?”. She smiled, biting her lip.

“I’d love that”

“Great. Come along, now. There’s an unnecessary tension building up”

Once again he held out his hand. She smiled, holding it and following him. As exited the library, Makoto and Kyoko were outside. “Togami!,” Kyoko scoled him,“We’ve been searching for you endlessly. Where the hell’ve you been?”. Their eyes went straight to his hand holding hers. Rather than pull back and let go, he held her hand tighter. “Y/N and I were doing research in the library. We found interesting files and were just about to head out”. Makoto was silent, but spoke abruptly.

“Did you spill something on your lap?”

“No? What are you-”

That’s when he realized it was a complete other thing being referred to. “Oh, this?,” Byakuya asked,“Yes, I think I must’ve spilled something earlier today”. “But that looks rece-”.

“Makoto, when was the last time youve done laundry yourself to even begin to worry about what I’ve got on? Anyway, there are far more dire things to worry about. The file is on the desk. We’ll be heading off now”

Y/N admired how confident and prideful he walked past them, but once out of sight, he sighed. “I can hold your hand proudly. Hell, I might even kiss you every now and then,” he began,“but I draw the line at walking around with this on my leg”. “Yeah, we should probably get you dressed”. He nodded. As you walked you can think about what he said.

“You can be seen with me proudly?”

“You’re worth it”

“Oh”

You stopped at his door. He opened it, but before he could walk in, he stopped. Without looking back, he said,“I admire you, Y/N. Don’t let it get to your head, but I do. Anyway, I’ll be going now. See you around”. He closed the door, leaving her there. She smiled and headed to her room, thinking while he might be flawed, he isn’t a completely terrible person.

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summary: She did a good work with H. Lambert and now, reader is the new Harry's stylish. Mr. Harry Styles need more than clothing creations from her.

Pairings: Harry Styles!famous x Reader!stylist

warnings: insinuations, dirt talk, explicit sex, old Harry's band members mention and more.

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never have i ever

Guess who is the new stylish of the famous Harry Styles' band? It's me! After studying and specializing in fashion, my day of glory had arrived!

The pandemic had passed, Harry Styles was back on tour, and Harry Lambert had suffered a domestic accident where he fractured his ankle. I had been an intern at his agency and one thing led to another.

Everyone was very kind, nice despite being shy... Ah, Englishmen... Because I had joined the team, we decided to celebrate my admission and the return to tour at Harry's house.

I put on a black outfit with lace, it was my favorite kind of outfit because it fulfilled something sexy and comfortable, perfect for a more casual evening.

"But what's up, did you like the guys?" Sarah Jones asked close to my ear, she was already on her 3rd glass of drink in less than half an hour.

"Everyone is very nice and welcoming" I flashed a smile after repeating the action near her ear.

Sarah gave a thumbs up and turned the straw of the clear drink back to her mouth. Mitch was already high, he and Harry were dancing on a makeshift dance floor.

Harry was wearing a white printed shirt and dark bell-bottomed pants with some spikes on the side. His exotic style would give me a hard time, but I was up for the challenge.

I continued to sit in the armchair in her huge garden, hour I would go to the little bar and flirt with the muscular blond man making drinks.

"Stylist!" Harry shouted raising his arms, I cringed nervously. Not for the moment, but he was making me nervous.

"Boss!" I giggled and turned to him, also raising my arms entering his.

Harry's mansion was the opposite of what I had imagined, it was something more minimalist with the exception of the bright pink staircase, it was in shades of black, white and gray.

There was pleasant music in the background, everyone from the production was spread out in the garden with some armchairs in the colors I mentioned before.

"I wanted to say something about the outfit for tomorrow's show." Harry said scratching the back of his head next, if I trusted my super powers of distrust, he was lying and flirting with me.

I smiled dull and agreed "Anytime" I smiled drinking some of the juice I had picked up.

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"I think I could tighten up the cuffs a little more, what do you think?" Harry commented. We were in Harry's huge closet, he on a stool standing even taller than me as I examined the outfit.

It was a black and white striped suit with some gold details, it fit his body very well, Lambert and I had designed it and got it right.

"You need to see about the fit, because you stretch your arms out to play the guitar and do your little dances..." I commented unpretentiously, Harry stared at me with a sideways grin.

"You're absolutely right, (Y/N)..." He started to unbutton his suit, I arched my eyebrows feeling my cheeks heat up, I turned around putting away the tape measure that was around my neck. "I really like your outfit, especially the lace, it suits your skin tone." I heard Harry behind me and the sounds of the clothes being thrown onto the couch nearby.

"Thanks, it's my favorite kind of outfit." I commented closing the little box, I turned my body around and Harry was standing in front of me, wearing nothing but black boxer shorts and his tattoos showing.

He was totally gorgeous, his eyes sparkling, his body all designed and his fingers being adorned by rings was something that turned me on.

"It's become mine too..." Harry threw the words out before moving closer stealing a kiss.

Having the dream job and kissing Harry Styles? Was that a dream?

Because of our height difference, I lifted my body on my tiptoes and passed my arms around his neck, I felt his hands pulling me tighter against his body that emanated a pleasant warmth.

His fingers trailed down my spine, reaching the straps of my lacy cropedd, his lips still sucking mine with all the affection in the world, I pulled his gently leaving a few small bites.

"Come with me, babe" He pulled me through a door, which led directly into his huge gray room

Without delay, my body was lying on the huge soft king size bed and his body on top of mine. I could feel his covered member slapping against my thigh, Harry let out a few grunts that made me shiver.

"I've wanted you since the day Lambert introduced you..." Harry was distributing kisses down my neck, hourly running the tip of his tongue across it. I crossed my legs around his waist and felt him pressing his member between my legs. It was warm and wet.

Soon, Harry pulled, with a little difficulty, my white cropped top up, leaving my breasts showing. Shame was eating away at me, but his pupils had dilated, giving me the expression of a hunter.

Still staring at me, Harry ran the tip of his tongue over my nipple and then grabbed my left breast and sucked on it.

Fuck!

My body was almost on fire, I could feel my panties getting wet as I moved my legs. By the hour, I was stroking his curls, closing my eyes for his sucking and biting my lips.

"I won't be able to take much longer, babe," Harry commented leaving me with a kiss, soon his fingers were on the belt of my pants that had been thrown along with it on the floor of his room.

Harry's excitement was evident, but looking at his underwear made me long for him like never before. He stood in front of me, he ran to a cupboard behind him and came up with packets of condoms.

Yes, plural.

And with that, his boxer shorts were flying across the room, his cock bouncing with the tip facing up, it was glowing from the liquid of arousal. How I would like to suck him and taste him, but apparently his plans were to satisfy this desire.

I took off my white lace panties with a little difficulty since I was not thinking very well, considering that someone might miss us and he might be my boss somehow.

I held my panties up and soon Harry practically flew on top of me, his hot swollen tip was rubbing up and down my folds. We both let out guttural moans at the sensation.

"Oh God, (Y/N), you're soaking wet...all for me?" he whimpered, his hands digging into the mattress on either side of my head.

Before I could reason out a convenient response, Harry had put on a condom and was already partially inside my cavity.

It was surreal to feel his cock stretching inside me, a sensation I had never felt before. He was really good in bed, nothing compared to the college guys. He was gentle as he tried to go a little further, his throat let out delicious moans that I could listen to forever.

I moaned as he reached bottom, my legs again around his waist, begging him to go even deeper.

"All right, babe? You're fucking tight and hot!" He whispered, placing a kiss on each side of my cheeks.

"Yes!" I almost choked, "Please, H. It feels so good!"

Harry let out a small giggle, I felt his member pull out of me a little before entering again and again and again.

My moans became a little more audible as they blended with the sounds of our skins slapping against each other. With each thrust from Harry, his member was able to reach an undiscovered location that made my head spin and involuntary smiles formed on my lips.

It was all too splendid to be real. I forced myself to open my eyes and I just had the sight of heaven, Harry's mouth was ajar, his pink lips hung open in a perfect "O," shaggy curls framing his face. His bright eyes pierced yours with such love and admiration that it was almost irresistible.

For a small moment of courage, I put my hands on his face and pulled him into a kiss, Harry's lips were addictive. He reciprocated with more desire than I could imagine, his tongue filling my lips eagerly. His hips still bumped against mine, at times I squeezed him internally and felt Harry's arms waver.

With each thrust, which became faster and faster, my body's movements clamored harder and harder for him, making me pull him deeper inside me. His member kept slamming into that special place, eliciting the only moans of real pleasure from me. I wouldn't last long, and Harry knew it. Harry kept ripping compliments about me and my body "I want to have you all night, baby..." He would say so that only I could hear "So hot, so perfect, I want you so bad..."

I didn't know how to respond, so I just grabbed his hair tighter, pulling making him thrust harder against me, being fierce and relentless.

All my mind and body wanted was for this night to never end, and so did the sensations it caused.

I rolled over as hard as I could and it seemed that Harry had gone deeper, his moans became longer, he had picked up momentum by pulling the sheets off the bed and sinking his feet into it, I would be limp by tomorrow, but it would be worth it.

A trembling began to take over me, the butterflies in my stomach took a long walk there, my toes had curved, the liberating feeling was coming. My hands, which before scratched his back, went back to his scalp, which I pulled with each shock that passed through there.

I could feel Harry shivering too, my walls involuntarily tightened around his member, which made Harry face me and leave a hickey on my neck. "Come with me babe, I know you're almost there, let go..."

And that was all it took, I felt the euphoric feeling taking over my body quickly, the roller coaster descending, the chill in my stomach encompassing. I twisted my body on the bed, arching my spine and biting my lip. I shivered quickly and my legs fell open to my sides, Harry launched three more thrusts and lay over my body moaning into mine hearing a long delicious "Oooh". I could feel his cock thickening inside the condom and his hips working for the last few times.

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A month after our historic fuck, Harry and I had not exchanged another word. It had been a fuck, period. No one needed to know anything about it, nor did we need to prolong it.

I was sketching Harry's outfit for the next week, the tour was already in North America. I remember that the outfit that Harry had worn after that night, during the show, got me a notice in the newspapers and a call for Gucci. Yes, Gucci had called me, but I couldn't leave the team now, so they gave me the responsibility of designing the next suit that Harry would wear for their shoe promo, because according to them, I knew Harry from head to toe.

And I really did.

It was late at night, I was in my hotel room, until Mitch called me to a meeting in the private area.

There were the guys from the band, Jeff and Harry. I sat down next to Jeff and we started talking, I felt Harry looking at me while Mitch stroked his head that was lying on his shoulder.

I decided to just ignore it because it might be me. Jeff and I saw that we have some friends in common on Instagram, which sparked the conversation.

"I remember Natalie came out loaded when we played 'Never have I ever' , she was quiet of the group but had done things..." Jeff blinked putting away his laptop on a small table next to the couch.

"There you go, I think we should play!" Sarah pronounced and everyone nodded and I felt my hands sweat. I always got screwed in this game.

Jeff's assistant brought a bottle of Wiskey, we sat down on the rug in the room and Mitch picked up a bottle he had used.

Harry was on the opposite side from me, set up was me, Jeff on my right, Peter his assistant, Adam, Charlottie, Harry, Sarah and Mitch.

Peter had handed out cups and opened the huge bottle of whiskey.

I had taken only one which was from "I never had sex in college," until Mitch asked the crucial question.

"I've never had sex with anyone on the team!" He and Sarah toasted, drawing laughs from everyone, and Harry turned the liquid over in one gulp.

No, I wasn't going to throw it all away, not now and not ever. I crossed my legs and continued to hold the glass of liquid. I looked everywhere but at Harry, who was waiting for me to drink.

"Spin the bottle, Adam!" I suggested and the question mark in everyone's expression fell apart to form an exclamation point.

They knew now.

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The bottle game lasted three more rounds, Harry said he needed to rest and wished everyone a good night by shaking hands, except me.

Damned Aquarian.

I waited a bit and went after him as soon as he did, I ran to the elevator and up to the presidential suite. Harry was walking with his hands in the pockets of his black sweatpants and his jacket also black.

"Hazz..." I jogged down the long hallway and he even looked at me, swiping the card on his door opening it.

"What is it, (Y/N)?" A little breathless, I stopped at his door and he was staring at me now "After a month you decided to talk to me alone?"

Harry left the door open, and I entered the room and closed it. He had sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers intertwined and his legs spread.

"I thought it was all right!" I started in a mild tone, I didn't know how he would react. "You know Harry, I am a person who works for you, that was wrong!" I sighed moving closer "It was wrong for me and for you!"

His eyebrows frowned and he let out a sarcastic laugh "I know what's wrong or right, (Y/N), you don't have to tell me that." He shook his head scratching his chin "I could have sworn sneaking out after mind-blowing sex like that was a guy thing, but you've outdone yourself!"

My heart was beating fast, Harry had never been rude to anyone in front of me, I had been the first and it was scary.

"Was that right for you? I barely made the team and I'm already in your bed! Understand my side, Harry! I may have broken the contract or whatever!" I started pacing back and forth trying to explain myself.

"It was right yes, because after a while I felt something good besides some orgasm, I put all my emotions and feelings there because I thought you were different, you were the woman of my dreams! But I was very wrong, definitely!" Harry stood up and approached me "Do you really think I would let someone fire you for that? It was something concensual! I wanted you from the moment I saw you with Lambert! Everyone on my team knows my every quirk, they know I was and still am in love with you!" Harry shouted in his English accent, he wanted to kill me.

"You know what? Fuck you and your little story! If you wanted something, you'd fake it with me and not expose it to everyone on the team!" I roared in anger and walked out slamming the door to his room.

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I couldn't sleep a wink and it was after four o'clock in the morning. Harry's words were rattling around in my head, was he really feeling something for me? It hadn't been a one-night thing? But he should have said something! I am no guesser!

Already in bed, I decided to put on a podcast to go to sleep, but as soon as I unplugged my cell phone from the charger, Harry's name flashed on the screen in a call.

I rolled my eyes and rejected the call.

I plugged in my headphones and put on the Spotify podcast, but in less than 30 seconds it was interrupted.

I took a deep breath and accepted the call.

"What is it Harry?" I asked removing my headphones and placing the cell phone close to my face.

"Babe, I need you." I heard his mellifluous voice. "You weren't wrong, I couldn't have done that, but I swear, I swear..." he repeated emphasizing, which was normal since he probably started drinking again after I left his room "That I imagined you would flip that shot and I would kiss you in front of everyone like I've been dreaming about for the last thirty days..." Harry sobbed and I felt slightly guilty, he imagined it would be a movie scene...

"Harry..." I got out of bed and pulled on my robe "You should have sat down and talked to me, I'm not like them, I know how to talk and get a yes or no." I tied the robe around my waist, walked to the door and unlocked it.

In front of me was a teary-eyed Harry, his face flushed with a beak. "Forgive me! Can we talk?"

"Later." I pulled him into my room.

Within minutes, I had him pinned to me by jumping into his lap, Harry sat on the bed and pressed my waist against his.

"I'm going to tell everyone you're mine!" He growled slowly biting my neck and jaw.

My hands and his worked together, Harry sat in the middle of the bed right after putting on a condom, I sat naked on his lap feeling his cock slowly entering me, I loved him and wanted him too, I wished he would be fast and strong like last time.

"Faster, Hazz," I moaned, my eyes rolling back as my nails slid up Harry's arms and down the back of his neck and back.

His head was propped between my breasts as he kept up the effort to go deep, burying his cock in me in more violent strokes.

On an impulse, Harry laid me down on the bed, his right arm supporting his body while the other was pulling his member out of me, rubbing the swollen head against my slippery spot. He knew how to tease me very well.

"Oh, (Y/N)... I've dreamed every night of this pussy!" he murmured "Of my cock drowning in it, taking all your sanity, leaving you only pleasure!"

His hand landed on my thigh and he changed the angle of his thrusts, making a pornographic moan come from my lips.

He had done it again.

"Is this the spot, baby?" he asked, his voice deep as he concentrated on hitting that spot over and over again, the pleasure was overwhelming and all I could do was nod, encouraging Harry to continue.

"I love having you like this, love." Harry moaned, looking up into my face in complete pleasure with each thrust he launched.

His cock was reaching places inside me I never knew existed and points I never knew could cause so much pleasure.

Like last time, my body shook a little harder and more deliciously, as Harry said the word 'mine' with each thrust, ending our reconciliation sex.

Harry had his body on top of mine, my legs still entwined around his waist, my heart was pounding hard, my breathing ragged, and a giant fatigue falling over me.

"Babe?" Harry called out to me and I just shook my head with my eyes closed. "You'll need to have two glasses of wiskey."

He left a kiss on each of my breasts, I pulled his face to me giving him a lingering kiss, I opened my eyes and stared into his "I'll take a whole bottle if I have to."

I loved Harry's smile, but I loved Harry's post fuck smile even more.

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[mgg-theprettiestboy]

the best part

matthew gray gubler x fem!reader

request: a fluffy mgg blurb where you propose to him and he’s like :O

fluFF

in which you finally pop the question

warnings: cursing, mentions/insinuation of sex

It had to be special. You were a pretty impatient person, but for this, you took your time to plan every last detail. It didn’t have to be absolute perfection, you knew that. But you wanted it to be special. Memorable.

So of course, if you were going to propose to your boyfriend, you had to do it on Halloween. You knew Matthew was a little bummed out that Halloween wouldn’t be as exciting this year because of restrictions in place, but you were set on making it a good day for him. Starting with breakfast in bed, you then dragged him out to a pumpkin patch to pick some to carve. As if your house wasn’t already covered in gourds already. But a few more wouldn’t hurt.

Then you set off to an orchard, where you could pick your own apples and make your own cider. All while wearing masks, of course. You even got to take a few loose apples home afterwards, which is why you were now both in the kitchen, making an apple pie. Well, you were. Matthew was just stealing apple chunks and eating them while you tried not to chop his fingers off. 

“I think I should quit and become a brewer,” he hummed in thought as he glanced over to the bottles of cider you guys had brought him. He was sat on the counter, swinging his legs like a kid. You smiled over at him as you put the top on the pie, “oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I did a damn good job. And you did alright as well, I suppose,” he glanced over to you with a cheeky smile. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, moving to put the pie in the oven, “wow, thanks.”

He laughed, before hoping off the counter and moving to wrap his arms around you, “but on a more serious note, baby... thank you. You really made this Halloween special, despite all the crazy shit going on. Thank you.”

“You deserve it,” you hummed, and he grinned, before leaning down and capturing your lips with his. It was one of those kissed that made you want to melt, a kiss that just had such an overwhelming feeling of love. You whined whenever he pulled back, making him laugh and kiss you again.

“What are we gonna do for dinner?” He hummed against your lips, and you smiled softly, ‘hmm, I don't know. What would you like?”

“You,” he mumbled, before kissing you deeply again. You couldn’t help but giggle into the kiss, “you can’t eat me.” He pulled back from the kiss, brows raised, “you wanna bet?

Thirty minutes later

“The pie’s gonna be burnt!” You huffed as you ran into the kitchen to turn off the oven. Matthew scoffed, following you, “that was the last thing on your mind about sixty seconds ago.”

“So help me god, Matthew,” you grumbled, but you were smiling. Luckily, the apple pie wasn’t burnt... well, it was golden brown. Definitely crispy.

“I’ll make dinner,” Matthew kissed your head before going to the fridge. You began to protest, which he knew you would do, so he was quick to press his lips against yours to silence you, “no arguing. You planned out an amazing day for us, the least I could do is cook dinner. Go put on the tv and pour yourself a glass of wine.”

You grinned and kissed him quickly, before pouring yourself a glass of red wine and going to the living room to do as he said. You weren’t usually one to follow orders, but when he used a certain kind of voice, you really didn’t have a choice.

“How does chicken stirfry sound?” He called from the kitchen, and you sighed happily at the thought of it. This was something you could get used to. And if tonight went well, then you would be.

“Sounds amazing. Anything you cook is always amazing,” you called back, flicking through the channels on the tv before settling on old sitcom reruns. Feeling cozy, you moved from the sofa so you could light the fire. Since it was November at midnight, it was understandably cold, so the small wood burning stove would help keep you warm, and plus, it adds to the whole cozy feeling.

“We’re having dinner a lá couch tonight, milady,” he sat beside you on the couch, handing you a plate as you smiled, “sounds good to me. This smells amazing.”

You pecked his cheek, before quickly digging into your dinner. As the night moved on, you felt like you were gonna lose your dinner, as you grew more and more nervous about popping the question. You were never really one to stick to tradtion and definitely not the rules, but neither was Matthew. Still, you asked his mom for permission to marry him. Cheesy, yes, but in reality you just wanted an excuse to tell her that you were planning on doing it, and to get her help to pick out a ring.

“What’s on your mind?” Matthew asked softly as he played with your hair. Dinner had been finished, and now you both sat, cozied up on the couch with the fire roaring, and your head on his shoulder. You sighed softly, before smiling, “honestly, you.”

“Me?” You could hear the smile in his voice, “what about me?”

“Everything about you. You occupy my mind, 24/7, 365 days a year. You’re the best part of my life, Matthew. God, I’m so ridiculously in love with you.”

His other arm wrapped around you, hugging you so tightly you thought you were gonna break. “I love you too, pretty girl. More than you’ll ever know. More than I can ever put into words.”

“I should’ve planned this out better,” your mouth spoke your thoughts before your brain could shut you up. He pulled back to look at you, “hmm? Plan what?”

“This,” you wriggled out of his hold, sitting on your knees beside him as you pulled out a ring, “this is as close as you’ll get to me getting down on one knee, cause that shit is corny.”

His smiled slowly began to grow again, “Y/N... are you for real? Are you really...?”

“Proposing to you? Yes. Which I know is backwards, or whatever, cause I’m the girl. But who cares? I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and, well, I was tired of you sitting around on your ass and figured that one of us should make the first step,” you smiled, making him grin as he leaned in and kissed you slowly. He pulled back after a minute, and before you could say anything, he got up off the sofa and walked away.

You couldn’t help but raise a brow, “well that’s not a good sign.”

You watched him crouch down beside the fireplace, and from one of the many nooks and crannies in the house, he pulled out a small box, before returning to beside you. You scoffed a laugh as you saw the ring in the box, “you’re joking.”

“Halloween is more my thing, and I know how much you love Christmas, so I figured I would do it closer to then. I’m kinda glad you did it before I could, because I would have royally fucked up. And you made this the best day ever,” he said. You leaned over and kissed him passionately, somehow ending up on his lap whilst you two locked lips.

You pulled back, breathless, but grinning like a fool, “well, not to be hasty, but I’m gonna need an answer. Matthew Gray Gubler, will you marry me?”

His grin made the butterflies in your stomach flutter, smiling as he pecked your lips and responded, “absolutely, Y/N Y/L/N..... hmm, Y/N Gubler... that’s something I can get used to.”

You giggled as he pulled you closer, and you held out the ring to him, “I think you mean Matthew Y/L/N.”

Matthew slid the ring on, before taking your hand and sliding on the ring he bought got you, “honestly, I would be fine with that. I don’t really care. I’ll do whatever makes you happy. Whatever makes the world know you’re mine.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly, as he nuzzled his face into your neck, “you’re so sweet. God, I love you.”

“I love you more,” he mumbled, and you ran a hand through his hair, “not fair. I love you most.”

“Nope. I love you most,” he grumbled, pulling back to look up at you. You folded your arms and looked down at him, “no. I said it first.”

“Too bad. My love outbids yours,” he shrugged, and you gasped, “no it doesn’t.”

“Yeah it does,” he sighed nonchalantly, smirking slightly up at you. You scoffed, “prove it.”

Famous last words.

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[lokiondisneyplus]

After spending over 30 years in the world of makeup design for film and television, Douglas Noe landed in the time-defying, creative playground of Marvel Studios' Loki. Serving as the Disney+ show's makeup department head, Noe not only designed the characters' individual looks, but continued to be Tom Hiddleston's makeup artist. Noe has worked on Hiddleston's Loki since 2012's The Avengers, carefully evolving the God of Mischief's look over time.

Loki isn't the first time Noe has spearheaded a makeup department for a Marvel Cinematic Universe production. Previously, Noe served as the makeup department head for Thor: The Dark World's additional photography -- making up approximately 20% of the film's final looks. He's also no stranger to the magic of prosthetic work and the intricate details needed for Marvel's epic adventures, having a creative hand in bringing both Captain Marvel's Skrulls and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Kree to life on-screen. In the industry, Noe is also known for specializing in palettes for actors of color and has worked on stars like Jackie Chan.

In an exclusive interview with CBR, Noe discussed what it was like bringing The Avengers-era God of Mischief into Loki and his approach to doing makeup on a production stuffed with special effects. He also shared which MCU stars have graced his chair and his advice for makeup departments looking for practical ways to de-center whiteness.

Loki's Makeup Evolution

CBR: One thing that I noticed -- which I'm excited to pick your brain about -- when we first see Loki, he has a really pale complexion. His hair is greasy. As he evolves, his skin gets a warmer look. Was that an intentional progression from when we first see him as a villain-ish and how he grows within the MCU?

Douglas Noe: Yes, that's a very astute observation. Of course, at the beginning of The Avengers, he's kind of a wreck, isn't he? And as he settles and normalizes, his pallor then indeed calms down. It was very nuanced. It was only a matter of maybe one or two shades difference, but you definitely caught something most people have not.

That was 10 years ago, but it was a very minor detail we decided would be important as the narrative and the dialogue and the intellect of that character evolved into the storyline. It became important to kind of mainstream and refine his appearance.

Since Loki kicks off from that earlier version of Loki, did you think about bringing any more of that paleness to his look? How did you decide on how you wanted to show him from Loki's time period/first episode?

Oh, that's a good question. The truth is, from the end of The Avengers also shot again in Avengers: Endgame, we change nothing.

We did exactly what we did on Endgame that we did for The Avengers. And in turn, that's how we started the Loki series. It was that that look from Endgame, which, of course, is the look from The Avengers. No alterations were made, other than -- and I can already tell we're not getting anything past you -- we did warm him up. We did bring some more flesh into him... The truth is, that was Tom's idea. I get it because it was an unspoken understanding between us that there's greater accessibility to Loki if he looks more like most people. Now, those are my words. Not his. But, he definitely wanted us to warm it up just a skosh.

How Loki's SFX Affected Its Makeup Design

With Loki, there's a ton of visual effects. With makeup, it's so dependent on lighting -- it can change everything. What was the biggest challenge about working on a show like this that has so many special effects being added in post?

What you just said, it's working on a show like this. Marvel gets it and they do it right. There's almost an aspect where we lean into these kinds of things. And we change nothing to take into account the constantly evolving and changing lighting effects. The approach was to keep everybody natural, or naturally beautiful. Whatever happened happened. [We] knew Marvel is going to give it the once over once it's all done. And if there was anything to address that did happen because of lighting, it would have happened in post.

But, to my knowledge, nothing was addressed. We just accepted that. At certain times, people would be pink because of the light. They would be blue because of the light or purple and we accepted that and didn't try to make any attempts to balance it or right it in any way. We leaned into it and accepted it made it part of the story. It was its own character, if you will.

Sylvie's Makeup Was Always Meant To Be "Natural"

Building off what you said about a natural look for Loki's actors, did you always know you wanted Sylvie's makeup to have a natural look?

Absolutely, absolutely. The approach there was less is more. We didn't want to bury her in beauty makeup. It would have been very easy to do, because Sophia Di Martino is gorgeous, of course. But, the idea was let's do just enough to keep her naturally beautiful.

Practical Ways To De-Center Whiteness In Makeup Rooms

You designed Hunter B-15's look, and you're well known in the industry for specializing in makeup palettes for people of color. Since you've been in the industry for so long, what are some practical things that people within the makeup department, or its heads, can do to make it less white-centered?

That's a great question. Get out of the way. You have room for everybody, especially with today's explosion of content. But I would say to those who are going to hold tightly that they may as well just squeeze it out of their hands, "Just understand color theory." And, have it in your head that if somebody wants someone to do their makeup that closer represents how they look, get out of the way. It really is that simple. As you said, I've made it a specialty, a rite of passage to learn the ins and outs of all color tones. For me, I bring that to the table, so I don't have to get out of the way; but I know enough to know when it is time.

I have an anecdote that relates. I just did the Netflix series [True Story] with Kevin Hart and Wesley Snipes for eight episodes. And Tawny Newsome [who portrays Billie in the upcoming series] was our leading lady, a beautiful African American woman. I could have done a bang-up job, but that wasn't the right decision to make. She needed a female makeup artist because it was a modern beauty glam look we were going to do on her. Now I do get modern beauty glam very well, but I wanted somebody that would do it great. So I got out of the way.

What's one, nitty-gritty thing that helped in expanding your understanding of color theory? Any books or makeup brands?

Oh, well, I could talk about makeup brands all day long. But, again, go back to the color theory. Get a color wheel from an art store. If you don't know how to mix colors, how to make primary and secondary colors to get tertiary colors, get a color wheel and be a sponge. I'm, what, 36 years in this career? 31 in film. I've never stopped learning. I'm never closed off to garnering new info. And when I don't, again, I get out of my way. I'm not up to snuff on this contemporary modern book with the square eyebrows, so I hired somebody that was.

But, getting back to your point, there are so many books. I have countless books on this very topic. I would say, "Be patient, learn color theory. And accept that, especially now, we're in an era where you may just have to get out of the way. And let it be what the person in the chair wants it to be." Because, ultimately, that's who we're there for, the actors.

You've been working in Marvel's world for a long time. What's one Marvel character that you would love to do their makeup or prosthetics?

I've never thought about it because, to be honest with you, I feel like I won the lottery. When we started with doing Loki on The Avengers, we didn't know what was gonna happen. I'm trying to think, hmm. On Captain Marvel, I was doing Skrulls -- that was fun. I did some work on Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. when they had a couple of episodes with Kree.

They were so cool.

Right? I'm trying to think -- I did mention to somebody before that on The Avengers I was given the choice:  [Jeremy] Renner or [Mark] Ruffalo or this new guy called Tom Hiddleston. The makeup was described to me and I was told that Hulk was going to beat him up a little bit and we were going to do a little something-something and they asked, "What do you want to do?" And I said, "I want to do a little something-something." So, I landed with Tom.

I'd have to really think, "Who would I like?" I've done Lizzie Olsen's makeup for the Tom Hiddleston film I Saw the Light. I've done Idris Elba's makeup a couple of times for a couple of Marvel films, but also for a movie called Takers. And I worked with him on a movie called The Reaping. He's a gem, of course... I'm really happy with who sits in my chair at the beginning of every day on these things. I've never thought past that. I garner so much pleasure and we have so much joy together. I'm happy where I'm at... I'm happy with Loki. I love Loki.

Well, Loki is coming back for Season 2, so you never know who will pop in the chair.

I've heard we're coming back, but that's all I've heard. That's all I know. And that's truly wonderful for me because ignorance is bliss. Whatever they dream up, I'm always eager to jump in and be a part of it.

Buffy The Vampire Slayer's "Hush" Monsters Were Hand-Painted

Digging way back into your history, you were once a makeup designer on Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which is one of my favorite shows! What's one thing about that era of monster-makeup that you don't think gets enough credit for doing?

I always refer to Buffy the Vampire Slayer as Buffy the Weekend Slayer because we would get off on Saturday morning as the sun was coming up and have to be back to work a couple of hours before the sun came up on Monday... What you see is what you get. You had to be on your game. We were real craftspeople back then and there was no margin for error. The words that go with CGI simply didn't exist in 1999. You really had to be on point with makeup.

I would say what's lost now is the notion that makeup always has to be perfect. We know now it doesn't have to be perfect because we can fix it in post. I think a lot of people would say that helps us, but I think it handicaps those of us that are able to deliver the product without a computer's touch.

I remember I did one of the gentlemen on Buffy's episode, "Hush." My boss, Todd McIntosh, was saying, "You got to do the back of the neck... You never know what's gonna happen. You have to make sure that the back of the neck has makeup on." And, sure enough, the camera goes by and they were supposed to leave the frame, but the camera follows them. We just had to be on point and I think now many artists who came into the business with CGI, don't understand what it's like to be grinding your teeth and clenching your fists on set, hoping it looks okay because there's nothing left to fix it for you.

#Douglas Noe #makeup #Loki #Tom Hiddleston

[cj-sparkss]

opposites attract -

note | happy new years! my first really long fic. enjoy!

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warning | alcohol usage mentioned, cursing category | fluff wc | 3.4k+ pairing | eren jeager & f!reader

series discontinued!!!

“And that is it for today. Class dismissed.” 

Loud chatters fill the classroom. You are currently in your general biology class, sitting all the way in the back by yourself, just how you like it. Quiet and peaceful. It’s not that you’re lonely - you have wonderful friends in fact, Annie and Sasha, your best friends since high school - it’s just that you like being alone. You don’t do anything that is outside of your comfort zone, and you definitely do not go out as much as your friends do, but you like it that way. On the plus side, being alone most of the time is how you have carved your way to the top of most of your classes.

You start gathering your textbooks and supplies together, neatly arranging them in your backpack. As you get up from your seat, Professer Hange calls out your name, stopping you in your tracks. “Oh yeah you, please stay behind for a moment, I have something to discuss with you.” She turns to someone else on the other side of the room. “You too Eren.”

Your heart stops. Why would she be calling you to stay behind? And with Eren Jaeger too? You have never spoken a word to that boy besides the first day of the semester when he was passing out papers to everyone, and even then the only words exchanged were, “Here.” And “Thank you.” 

You run through every possible thing that recently happened that could have led to this situation, but you couldn’t think of anything at all. Feeling defeated, you scanned the room and the only people left now are you, Eren, and another boy leaving the classroom. Eren is already in front of Mrs. Hange’s desk, his back turned to you. Sighing, you walked down the steps over to stand next to Eren. 

 Clasping her hands together, Mrs. Hange looks up from her seat to face the two of you. “So.” She pulls out a folder, and pulls out two papers, one labeled Eren Jaeger, and the other labeled with your name. You both look at your teacher quizzically, wondering what could be going on.

“Eren Jaeger. I am sorry to say this, but you are absolutely failing my class. Literally digging your grave more and more with every test you take here.” You and Eren’s jaw drops, Eren raising a hand to awkwardly rub his nape and look at you for a brief second, ears turning pink and a blush erupting on his cheeks. Mrs. Hange pulls your paper and places it on top of Eren’s. 

“And you. You are nailing my class. Basically perfect scores, never a failing grade, top of the class.” She puts a finger to her glasses pushing them up and looks at you with wide eyes, Eren staring at you from the side in shock and with wide eyes. You can’t help but get flustered over the sudden attention, eyes darting anywhere but the two people around you. “O- oh um, thank you so much.”

“Eren. Remember when I told you that I would get a student to tutor you?” Eren nods his head. “And you, remember when I asked you about teaching another student that desperately, and when I say desperately I mean desperately needed your help?” You take note of your teacher’s tendency to over exaggerate things, and nod your head as well. 

“Well guess what. You will be tutoring Eren. I trust that you guys will create a good schedule and that things will be smooth sailing from here. I wish you all the luck.” She gives a lopsided grin. You and Eren’s heads turn, staring at each other as if silently questioning if this just happened. When Mrs. Hange asked you to tutor someone else in your class, you definitely did not expect the someone to be him. 

You? Tutoring Eren? Eren Jaeger? Fuck boy of the century? Oh yeah, Eren kind of has a reputation around here. He gets around. A lot. He knows how to charm his way into girls hearts, and into them. He’s popular, cool, outgoing, and a troublemaker too. All adding to his charming personality. Eren sends you a tooth smile, making you realize that you were staring, lost in your own thoughts. He motions his head towards the hallway, leading you out the door and coming to a halt once to the side of the classroom door.

He rests his back against the wall, stuffing his hands in his pockets. You come to stand in front of him, smiling warmly up at him. He smiles back at you, opening his mouth to speak.  “Hey. I’m Eren, if you weren’t paying attention to Mrs. Hange’s whole rant about my terrible grades and your amazing ones.” His tone is light hearted, almost in a teasing way. Relief spreads across your body, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. You were glad that he didn’t take the whole ordeal to heart, thankfully not leading him to having a bad first impression of you. 

“Oh yeah, sorry about all that.” You look down, beginning to fidget with your fingers. “It’s okay though, I personally think smart girls are actually really cool.” Your head moves to look back up at him, searching his face for any sign that what he just said was a joke. After a moment passes, you realize it wasn’t, and you turn away, hiding the blush on your face. “Oh. Well thank you.” 

“So, Mrs. Hange says we have to set up a schedule or some shit.” He looks at you expectantly, and you take the hint to come up with a plan, you being the tutor and all. “What about we can have a tutor session after every bio class since it’s not everyday.” He slowly nods his head, thinking about the plan you brought up. “So Monday’s, Wednesday’s and Fridays?” He tilts his head to the side.

“Yes. Monday’s, Wednesday’s and Friday’s.” 

“Great.” Eren pulls out his phone from his right pocket, swiping and pressing on the screen a few times before holding it in his hand out to you. “Number.” 

You collect the phone and punch in your number, Eren’s eyes following every movement you make. 

“Thank youuu.” He takes it and slips his phone back in his pocket. “So where do you want to meet up Friday?” Friday is the next day you two have biology class, and your brain runs through possible places, and the words that roll out of your mouth are “My dorm room?” 

The corners of Eren’s mouth twitch up, curling into a teasing smirk. “Are you trying to get me in bed with you? To be honest I didn’t peg you as that type of girl.” He walks closer to you, feet stopping only a few inches from yours.

Your brain goes haywire, mentally slapping yourself for not thinking enough before saying those words. “I- uh- I, that’s not what I meant Eren.” 

Eren tilts his head at you, his smirk only growing bigger. “That’s what they all say.” He moves closer to you, tilting his head so he’s eye level with you, eyes  boring into yours, your breath hitching in your throat. Who does he think he is? Cocky bastard.

 “Anyways,” He steps to the side, beginning to walk away. “Text me the details. See you around.” He walks away, back facing your front, raising only an arm waving goodbye to you. 

That was interesting.

----

You hear knocking on your door, the bellowing knocks creating a musical rhythm. You check the time. 

4:52 p.m. 

Eren texted you earlier in the morning, asking for the details about the tutoring session. 

Eren: Hey smartie 

You: Where did the nickname come from

Eren: You don’t like it? I think it’s pretty fitting

You: Ehh not really feeling it, try something better 

Eren: Nerd. Better? Also when are we meeting

You: Worse. Is 5:00 good? 

Eren: Perfect. 

You told Eren where your dorm was and everything else, and before you knew it, it was time for him to come over. You are a pretty organized and clean person, so you didn’t have to do much to prepare for the tutoring session. You already gathered the textbooks and supplies that you would need, and you were all set.

“Coming!!” You open the door, and you are greeted by Eren in grey sweatpants and a hoodie, his long chocolate brown hair is tied into a messy bun, strings of hair loose framing his face. 

“Hi.” You smile sheepishly at him, the fact that a boy would be hanging out in your dorm room suddenly dawning on you. 

“Hey nerd.” You grimace at the awful nickname Eren has given to you, causing a teasing smile to grow on his face.

“Want to come in?” You move to the side and open the door wider, allowing him enough space to walk in. Eren walks right into the middle of the room, slowly turning around taking everything in. You shut the door and sit on your bed, watching him analyze your dorm room. 

He comes to a stop and looks at you. 

“Clean.” 

“Hmm?” You furrow your eyebrows.

He takes a step closer to you, gesturing around the room. “Your room is clean. And cozy.” 

“Thank you. I try my best.” 

He nods his head. “I see that. You don’t have a roomate?”

“Nope. If you haven’t figured it out by now, I like to be alone.”

“Interesting.”

You waltz over to your desk and sit down at one of the two seats. “Want to sit?” You point at the other chair.

“Yes please. He walks to the other seat, drags his backpack off of his shoulder and places it on the floor next to him with a thud. “Let’s get started.” 

You open your biology textbook, and the tutoring begins.

 ----

Eren spins around in his chair, obviously bored from the work you both have been doing. You’ve been at this for about two hours, going over everything you will be tutoring him and the basics of the subject first. Eren has been half heartedly listening, no matter how many times you told him he needs to pay attention.

“Ughhhh.” Eren groans and slams his head into the desk with a loud thud. That must have hurt.

“What Eren?”

“Let’s take a break.” He lifts his head and turns to face you. “Please?”

Eren clasps his hands together in a pleading motion and sticks his bottom lip out in a pout. Of course this man has a pouting baby face. 

You drop your pen and sigh. “Fine.” 

“Yay! Lucky for usss...” Eren wiggles his eyebrows at you and shoves his right hand into his backpack. He pulls out two bags of chips and many different types of candies that you can’t even name them all. “I brought snacks.” 

“Of course you brought snacks to a study session.” You shake your head in amusement but can’t fight the smile blooming on your face due to his childish antics.

“Of course I did. Who wouldn’t?” He opens a bag of chips and tosses you the other one.

“Everyone else.”

“Rhetorical question man.”

You both snack on the goodies that Eren brought, a comfortable silence falling over the room besides the sound of chips crunching.

“What do you do for fun?” Eren turns to look at you.

You stare at him for a moment, questioning what goes on in this man's mind. 

“Read.”

He tilts his head, furrowing his eyebrows together in confusion. “Read?”

“Yes.”

He spins around 360 degrees in the chair again while exclaiming, “Booooring.”

“Anything else?”

“Study.”

Eren stares at you for a good moment. His eyes are so intense all the time, even if the rest of his face is light hearted. Doesn't help that his eyes are a mesmerizing turquoise shade. 

Finally, he lets out a laugh. 

You stare at him quizzically. “What’s so funny?”

“You. Do you even go to parties?”

“No. They're overrated.” 

He laughs once again, shaking his head in a playful disapproving manner. “Are you even in college?” Eren’s clasps his hands together, turquoise eyes lighting up at a new idea. “How about this. There’s a party happening tonight at Jean’s place. You’re coming.”

“I am?” 

“Yes. Yes you are. We have to get you out of that little bubble of yours.”

You aggressively shake your head at Eren, brain panicking over the fact that you might have to socialize with people outside of your friends. “I don’t like parties.” 

“You will soon. It’s at 8. I’ll come get you in a bit. It’s a walking distance.”

“Eren. No. No parties.”

“C’mon please? I promise it will be fuuuun.” He sends you a mischievous smile, eyes twinkling. 

You squint your eyes at him, sending him a death glare. “Fine. You owe me.”

How this man was able to convince you to step out of your comfort zone for the first time in ages, you will never know. What you also didn’t know was that this was just the first baby step in many, many more to come with your time spent with Eren Jaeger.

 ---

And now you are walking through the starry night, you and Eren side by side. You had face-timed Sasha and Annie earlier, ranting about your day with Eren and about how you are now going to a college party for the first time in ages. 

A gust of wind sweeps over you and Eren, causing you to shiver. It doesn't help that you’re wearing shorts and a short top. God why did you have to dress cute. Not even that, how did your dumbass forget a jacket? Comfy and simple is always, always the best answer.

The shiver doesn't go unnoticed by Eren, who happens to be wearing a hoodie and sweatpants like earlier, lucky bastard. 

“Are you cold?” You can see Eren looking at you with a concerned expression despite the slightly dark sky. You wrap your arms around yourself and nod your head yes, embarrassed to not have thought about bringing a jacket. You hear Eren rustling next to you, but you couldn’t be bothered to look.

“You should’ve brought a jacket smartass.”

You were about to retaliate back, when a soft fabric is draped over your head and shoulders, stopping you in your tracks. You lift it up and make out Eren’s hoodie that he was wearing earlier. You look up to see Eren slightly in front of you, watching you with a smile on his face.

“But, won’t you be col-”

“I’m fine. Don’t worry.” He motions his head forward. “Put it on. Now, are you coming or not.” He walks forward, moving slowly allowing you to put on the hoodie, and then you follow right after.

The hoodie smells nice.

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You both approach the house, loud music playing from the inside. Your nerves start to settle in, every cell in your body telling you to retreat back to the safety of your dorm. As if Eren can sense this, he drapes an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his side. 

“Hey. Don’t worry. It’ll be fine. Just stick with me.” 

You nod your head, somehow feeling better and reassured by Eren’s words and actions. You both walk into the house, Eren’s arm still over your shoulders, the music even louder inside immediately bothering your ears. There’s people jumping up and down in the living room, couples to the side making out and a game of beer pong going on in the background. Typical.

“Hey!” Eren raises his voice to try and top the obnoxious music. “Let’s head upstairs! It’s calmer up there and my friends are there!”

You nod your head. “Okay!” He softly grabs your wrist, leading you up the stairs and into another room. Although you haven't known Eren long, you know you can trust him, so you don’t doubt where he’s leading you. 

Eren opens the door, and a group of people standing around, some sitting, but all laughing and smiling greet you guys. 

“Oh! Hey Eren!” A boy with blonde hair walks up to you guys, a girl with short black hair following closely behind.

“Hey guys!” Eren lets go of your wrist and envelops the blonde boy in a side hug. “Guys, meet my new friend. She’s the one that’s tutoring me.” He gestures towards you with his arms.

New friend.

You can’t help but feel some warmth thinking about how Eren now considers you a friend in the short time you’ve known him. His easy going nature is easily becoming one of your favorite traits about him.

“Hey!” You tell them your name, and they tell you theirs, although the girl you’ve come to know as Mikasa keeps staring right into your soul, making you fidgety under her gaze. 

“So,” Eren starts. “Want to go sit dow-”

“Hey.” A boy slightly taller than Eren walks up to you guys, red styrofoam cup in his hand. His hair is two toned, blonde on the top and then fades down into brown. 

“Who are you?” He asks, looking right at you, a sly smirk on his face. 

You introduce yourself, stating your name and why you’re here. 

“Ohhh cool. Good to see Eren is finally getting the help he needs.”

“Oh shut up Horseface.” 

“How many times have I told you not to call me that.” 

You can’t help but laugh at the banter going on between them. Although they are teasing each other you can still feel the love in the air between them. 

Maybe the party isn’t going to be as bad as you thought. 

 -----

It’s the end of the night, and you might be a little tipsy from the alcohol you drank. 

Or maybe like full on drunk. 

You swore to Eren it was only three drinks, you do get drunk pretty easily. Now you're stumbling into your dorm room, Eren preventing you from falling straight on your ass. Somehow he managed to not get drunk.

Though it was probably due to the fact his mouth was attached to 5 different girls throughout the night. 

But you made some new friends, and it was kind of thrilling to do something different for a change. All thanks to Eren, who for some reason decided to take you under his wing.

“Woahhh, be careful.” With one arm around your waist and the other holding your wrist, Eren led you towards your bed. He lifts the covers for you, allowing you to steel underneath and then draping them over your body. 

You hear Eren rummaging through your room, brain too fuzzy to look at what he’s doing. 

The rummaging comes to a halt, Eren then dragging a chair over to the side of your bed. A water bottle comes into your vision. 

“Drink.”

You groan, but comply nonetheless and drink a bit of the water before handing it back to him.

He leans his face closer to you, analyzing your poor state. “You know, you should come with a warning that says, “Do not serve any drinks to this creature. You will regret it.” He gives you a cheeky grin. 

“Oh shut up.” You half heartedly hit him in the arm, Eren jokingly grasping the spot as if you actually hurt him. 

His turquoise eyes settle on yours, his intense gaze there again. “Did you have fun today though?” 

You pull the covers further up on you and think about it, and you decide that you did. “Yes I did. Thank you for making me go Eren. But I have to ask, why did you want me to go? You could’ve just thought of me as the girl that tutors you, but you called me your friend.”

Eren stares at you for what seems like forever, the silence becoming unbearable.

Finally, he answers.

“Because I like you. You're interesting. And I came to the conclusion that you need my help to have more fun. After all I have to pay you back somehow for tutoring me.”

You stare at him in surprise, not expecting this answer from him. 

“Plus, you’re pretty cute.”

You tear your eyes away from his, embarrassed by his answer.

“I bet you say that to all the girls.” 

“You’d be surprised.” 

Another silence sweeps over the both of you, sleep lulling you away. You feel something soft press on your forehead, but then you're taken away by sleep.

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[bratkook]

damn the charcuterie board. (m) pjm. myg.

pairing: min yoongi x reader x park jimin genre: light crack, smut, pwp, warnings: threesome (obvs), oral sex, face riding, unprotected sex, sloppy seconds, stupid jokes about raw meat lmfao word count: 6.7k of pure filth author’s note: hihiii this is loosely based on a request i got a while back that i finally got around to doing. i hope you guys enjoy it, feel free to shoot me a message and lmk what you think!

“This feels wrong.” Jimin exclaims, finger pointing at the wooden slab that Yoongi just laid out on the coffee table in front of you two. Yoongi looks down right offended, a scowl gracing his face as he glares at Jimin.

“What the fuck, why?” He grumbles, plucking up a slice of cheese and stuffing it into his mouth, rounding the corner and plopping down next to you on the couch.

You stare at Jimin in amusement, your feet resting on the coffee table, your hands gently patting your knees, “Yeah why?”

Jimin scoffs, leaning forward and pushing the slices of salami around with his finger, a disgusted look on his face as he does so. “This is raw meat Yoongi, raw meat and cheese.”

“With dried fruits!” You interject.

“Yes, with dried fruits.” Jimin hums, reluctantly grabbing a cracker and chewing it slowly, almost cautiously.

“And nuts!” You continue with a laugh.

Jimin sighs, “Yes, thank you Y/N and nuts.”

“You’re so uncultured.” Yoongi grumbles out, reaching forward to grab the piece of peppered salami that Jimin had been assaulting prior, “Its cured meat, not raw.”

Jimin scoffs now, “Same difference.”

You chuckle under your breath, reaching forward to grab the unopened wine bottle sitting by the charcuterie board, swiping the bottle opener as well before settling back onto the couch.

The bottle sits between your thighs as you twist into the cork, a smile on your face due to how Yoongi and Jimin continue to bicker about whether the meats were raw or not.

A pop sounds off when you uncork the bottle, momentarily silencing Jimin when he mentions not wanting to catch salmonella from the raw meat touching the cheese.

“I’m gonna pretend like you’re not an entire idiot and didn’t just say that. Y/N, pour me a glass.”

Jimin stares at him like he just said the most offensive thing, sagging into the couch with a grumble, crossing his arms under his chest while you pour Yoongi a large glass of Merlot.

“If it means anything I think your charcuterie board is beautiful Yoongi.”

You take a glance at him and see him admiring his work, the marbled slab of wood that held different meats, cheeses, crackers, dried fruit and nuts, along with an assortment of jams and dips to top it off.

“This is why I love you and you only.”

He reaches over and hooks an arm around your shoulder, tugging you into his side, not caring that you flopped over and nearly spilled his glass of wine.

“Her only?” Jimin once again complains, he had been in a rather grumpy mood today, whining about the tiniest things. You had an inkling something at work must have happened that dampened his mood. “How are you gonna say that.”

“We’re like the three musketeers Yoongi you can’t single out Jimin like that.”

Yoongi laughs under his breath, taking a sip of his wine slowly while Jimin continues, “No way, we’re totally a Lizzie McGuire-esque friend group.”

That makes Yoongi choke on the drink, his teeth knocking into the glass as he coughs obnoxiously, your body jostling against his as he pounds on his chest. “What?”

“What?” Jimin parrots, “Y/N’s Lizzie, I’m Gordo–“

“And what, I’m Miranda? The fuck.”

How in the hell did he fall under the Miranda characterization, this was so fucked up.

“Would you rather be Kate Sanders? Or Ethan?”

Yoongi had enough, he nudges you aside to reach over once more, his hands grabbing a handful of grapes and chucking them at Jimin, laughing when the fruit messes up his blonde hair. “Fuck you, I’m Gordo.”

You reach over yourself, grabbing some dried oranges and popping them in your mouth, deciding that Jimin had been attacked enough. “To be fair, I think I’m more of a Miranda, Jimin’s definitely Lizzie and you’re Gordo for sure.”

That seems to satisfy everyone, Jimin beaming at being called Lizzie, grabbing the grapes that had landed on his lap and popping them in his mouth with a grin, “Yeah that sounds more like it.”

Yoongi continues to sip on his wine, letting you go back to snuggling on his side, your legs now outstretched over onto Jimin’s lap.

Little by little you and Yoongi, and after much hesitation even Jimin, finish the majority of the contents of the board and wine. Laying on the couch, warm faced and full you groan out when Yoongi’s fingers dig into your calves, massaging the flesh.

“Hey, wasn’t your date with Chanwoo yesterday?” Jimin asks softly, ears perking up when you let out a soft moan at the tension Yoongi’s releasing in your legs.

Yoongi watches on curiously, your face on Jimin’s lap, content as he rakes his fingers through your hair. You had been gushing about Chanwoo for weeks now, how excited you were to finally go on a date together. Yoongi and Jimin were the two people you went to for everything, they knew absolutely every dirty secret about you and as much as Yoongi loved knowing what made you tick, hearing about your love interests was definitely a downside.

“Yes,” you sigh, your tone differing greatly from the dreamy way you had spoke about him before, tracing a fingertip on the fabric of Jimin’s jean covered thigh, “he made dinner and we watched a movie at my place.”

“So netflix and chill?” Jimin snorts, laughing when you punch your arm out to hit his stomach.

“You know what, so what if it was. I have needs and I needed to get laid.”

Yoongi hums now, his fingers pausing on your skin, “And were your needs met?” Hes asking because he knows, he can tell by your voice that whatever had transpired between you and Chanwoo had not satisfied you.

He was right too, Chanwoo had been a gentleman, coming over to yours right on time and making a plate of carbonara that had been delicious. Halfway through watching Jumanji—that alone should’ve been a sign that you were not going to be getting the dicking you desperately wanted—he had made his move.

A messy make out session on your couch led to him fumbling out of his jeans as quickly as he could, barely giving you time to fall into the motions before he was rutting into you like a horny teenager.

His eagerness would have turned you on if he hadn’t been so insistent in hiding his face in your neck, getting himself to cum in three minutes flat. Not even an entire scene of the movie had passed before a whine met your ears as he finished. He had the audacity to ask you if you had came as well and you were in no hurry to soothe his ego, bluntly telling him it had been underwhelming and asking him to leave.

After he had gone you moved yourself into your room, grabbed your favorite vibrator and searched the internet for a video worthy of getting you off. You had stumbled onto a threesome video, watching a petite girl getting railed from behind as she choked on cock at the same time.

As you sat in your friends house, laid on the couch between the both of them, that video comes to mind again. How would it feel to have both Jimin and Yoongi have their way with you? Just like they knew everything about you, you knew everything about them, having heard every story of their sexual escapades. Unless they were all talk, you knew they were both very good lays.

Your thighs press together as your mind wanders, Yoongi’s question no longer being a focus of interest, instead you pictured yourself on all fours on this same couch, Yoongi thrusting into you from behind while you sucked Jimin off.

The two boys aren’t idiots, they can see the dazed out look on your face that you can’t conceal, the way your thighs are rubbing together on top of Yoongi’s lap, nudging along his crotch in a way that has his own mind wandering.

“Whatcha thinking about in here?” Jimin asks, his finger gently tapping at your temple, dragging you out of your explicit daydream.

You blink back to the present, turning your head over to look at him. The smirk he’s currently sporting makes you think he can read your mind, his eyes piercing into you with his head slightly tilted in faux innocence.

“I just–“ you stop to sigh out, flopping onto your back and readjusting your body on the couch, “Chanwoo sucked so I had to get off on my own and this damn video is seared into my mind.”

Jimin hums, his cock twitching at the visual he gets of you in your room, desperate to get off, sweaty on your sheets as you rut against your hand. Maybe you’d think of him, calling out his name when you brought yourself over the edge.

“I need specifics sweet heart.”

You roll your eyes at the teasing tone in Jimin’s voice, you knew they weren’t going to let this go now, not until they got all the details. “It was a threesome video.”

“Oh?” Yoongi perks up, “Two girls one boy or?”

These perverts.

“Two boys one girl.” You grumble out, feeling your cheeks start to blush for some reason.

“Strange.” Jimin sighs out, his fingers resuming raking through your hair, where as Yoongi’s trail up onto your thighs until they reach the hem of your jean shorts and then they come back down to repeat. “Have you ever been in a threesome, is that like some secret desire of yours?”

Your lips purse as you think it through, you hadn’t been in one and whenever you thought of threesomes the only men who occupied that space were currently on the couch with you. “Never have and I guess you could say that.”

The way Yoongi and Jimin share a look has you furrowing your brows, “Wait, have you two?”

Yoongi’s the first to break, his smile spreading across his face as he laughs in an almost giddy way. “Y/N, we’re two horny boys who happen to be room mates. Of course we’ve been in a threesome together.”

Well that was news to you, maybe your idea of being in one with them wasn’t so far fetched then. 

“You guys never told me.” The tone of your voice has Yoongi laughing out loud, his palm swatting at your thigh, making the pout on your face turn into a scowl.

“We didn’t think you wanted to know that.”

You scoff, “Yoongi considering you told me about the time a girl asked you to pee on her I’m pretty sure we’re past the i didn’t think you wanted to know that stage.”

Jimin laughs at the memory, how Yoongi had walked into his room after she had left, looking almost scarred at the request. He was not a kink shamer by any means but water sports were definitely a hard no.

“She has a point.” He chimes in, his fingers now twisting your strands in a playful manner.

Yoongi hums in agreement, toying with the hem of your shorts, dipping slightly under the fabric until his fingertips felt the edge of your underwear. A smirk curves up his lip when your leg jumps slightly at the sensation.

He stares down at you with an expression that matches Jimin’s, “It was a while back, if you want details I can give you details.”

“Oh I think she wants details Yoongi, she needs material for the next time someone disappoints her.”

“Fuck you.” Your hand reaches for the discarded remote, Jimin having placed it onto the coffee table after deciding to play episodes of Lizzie Mcguire. Before you can grasp it though, Jimin’s grabbing your hand and yanking it back, forcing you to lay back onto the couch once more. He grabs your other hand as well, pressing both of them above your head in a strong grip.

“No baby, you wanted details we’re gonna give them to you right Yoongi?”

The brunette boy nods along, his fingers pressing onto your thighs when you try to wiggle out of his grasp out of annoyance. “That’s right, I’m sure you’d love to know how we made that pretty girl cry. Bet you wish it was you huh?”

Yoongi doesn’t miss how your thighs resume pressing together, your hips lightly bucking into the air at his words.

“I’m curious though,” Jimin starts, his fingers tracing delicate shapes onto your wrists, “which one of us would you fuck first?”

“Neither.” You laugh out, giggling harder when Yoongi slaps your thighs. He calls bullshit, they both do. While you three have technically never slept together, the amount of drunk kissing and fondling shared between you was evidence enough of the sexual tension surrounding you.

“No?” Yoongi wonders, a curious look on his face as he stares at you, “So if I just–“ he reaches for your short buttons, slowly popping them open and moving on to the zipper, pulling it down halfway, “took these off and ate you out you wouldn’t be begging me to fuck you?”

A stubborn shake of your head is all you give him, your teeth nibbling on your bottom lip as you mentally urged him on. When Yoongi invited you over to hang out this is definitely not what you had in mind but once again, you were a woman with needs and you needed to get laid properly.

“Should we find out?”

The first crack in your exterior is shown when you softly nod your head, wiggling your hips to get him to resume unzipping your shorts. Yoongi chuckles when you lift up your hips, helping him in tugging them off completely, your soft pink underwear being put on display.

“Cute.” Yoongi hums, tossing your shorts aside. His fingers trail around the edge of your underwear, gently pressing down on your center where a small wet patch soaked into the fabric.

Jimin holds both your wrists in his left hand, the right one coming to drape across your stomach to hold you in place. You feel totally restrained but ready to let the boys do whatever they pleased to you. It could partially be blamed on the fact that you were incredibly horny but you had fantasied about this for too long now.

“You gonna slide them off or just stare?” Yoongi chuckles at your remark, his jaw ticking out at how bratty you were behaving.

“Oh believe me, I’m not just gonna stare sweet heart.” Yoongi mumbles out as he stands up from the couch, motioning for you to get up as well.

A curious look over takes your face as you watch him, Jimin’s light laugh making you feel like he knows something you don’t. With a bit of hesitation you haul yourself up.

His fingers hook onto your underwear and tug them down, letting you step out of them and leaving them in a pile on the floor. His eyes lock onto your center, a devious grin on his face when he sees how riled up you got yourself while lost in your thoughts.

“Do something then, give me new material to think about the next time someone disappoints me.”

Its Jimin’s hand that shoot forward, delivering a swift slap onto your ass, your body jumping at the slight sting on your flesh. “Watch it, patience gets rewarded. Let Yoongi have a taste.”

“Gotta see if you’ll beg or not.” Yoongi mumbles out, his fingers trailing up your thighs once more, light feather-like touches until he reaches the hem of your shirt, tugging it off as well and humming when he sees you’d forgone wearing a bra.

His eyes look onto Jimin and he nods, he clearly knew what that meant because he stands right up and clears the space on the couch for Yoongi to settle back onto it, this time flat on his back.

For a moment you’re confused but when he motions his hands for you to join him it clicks and your jaw drops open for a second.

Yoongi wanted you to sit on his face.

“Really?” You shyly ask, no one had ever asked you to do that but Yoongi seemed very eager to be in this position, his head nodding immediately.

“Really, unless you don’t wanna.” He shrugs casually with a grin.

“No, no I do.” You whisper out, stepping towards him and straddling his hips. That only makes Yoongi chuckle, his hands settling onto your hips again and tugging you higher up his body.

“You gotta get over here for that sweet heart.” He teases and Jimin laughs along, stepping forward to help Yoongi haul your body up until your thighs were pressed into the sofa, snuggly beside his head, your core right above his face and you’re struck with a brief moment of embarrassment at feeling so exposed by this position.

You can feel his breath on your skin as he inches forward, Yoongi’s fingers dig into your ass to keep you in place. A soft kiss is pressed onto the skin of your inner thighs, his eyes flicking up to look at you and send you a wink before he slowly licks his way up to your center. His ears focus on the hitch of your breath when he reaches your clit, a playful flick of his tongue that lasts a second until hes moving on.

A small sigh leaves you as you relax against Yoongi, your head dropping back as you settle lower onto his face, a hum of content coming from him, pleased that you’re relaxing into the motions. 

The teasing flicks of Yoongi’s tongue have you on edge, not wanting to bite back and beg him to do more so you let him take his time. Let his tongue explore, dipping into your slit, down to your entrance to collect more of your arousal before moving back up to your clit. A teasing pattern that has you moaning quietly, your body hunching forward to rest your hands on the arms of the couch.

His fingers dig into your ass harder as his eyes shut, savoring the way you taste, not quite expecting this to be the events of the night but the way his dick is currently aching in his jeans shows how much he’s enjoying the change of events.

“Fuck.” You shudder as he licks a broad stripe up your slit, your hands gripping the material of the sofa harder as he latches back onto your clit and Jimin reaches forward to touch you, his hands softly rubbing the back of your knuckles to get your attention. 

His plump lips spread into a smile when he sees your mouth drop open into a moan at the rhythmic sucking that has you grinding your hips onto his face, a groan from Yoongi meeting your ears from the action.

“You wanna beg yet baby?” Jimin asks from in front of you, a smirk on his face as he touches your cheek, his thumb rubbing along your lower lip. His eyes widen when you take the digit into your mouth, sucking on it as if it was his cock.

“No.” You breathe out with a smile, softly biting down on his thumb as you stare down at your friend.

“No?” Yoongi asks as he moves away, a frown on his shiny lips as he nods. A giggle leaves your mouth, your hand moving from its spot and reaching to grip his hair, slowly tugging him forward and the face he gives you only makes you giggle harder, “I knew it.” He barely gets out before he has a mouthful of your pussy again, this time eating you out with determination.

You might not have begged them yet but he would take it, the grip in his hair spurring him on. His fingers spread you open as he digs in, his tongue alternating between flicking against your clit or sucking on it.

“Shit Yoongi,” you keen as you resume grinding against him, your other hand grabbing onto Jimin’s that moved from your mouth onto the back of your head, tangling into your hair and bringing you forward to crash your lips against his.

“Better than Chanwoo already huh?” Jimin speaks softly when he pulls back, acting as if he isn’t at all affected by whats going on, as if the way you’re grinding down onto his room mates face isn’t making him want to take his cock out and ask you to sink down onto it.

“So much better.” You moan. Yoongi hears it loud and clear, a smile on his face at the confession. His fingers move down until they circle your entrance, dipping in teasingly to test the waters. A groan of frustration is the only response to his action so he continues, slipping a finger into you and wiggling it around your heat, the warmth and wetness helping the digit sink in with ease so he adds another one, spreading them apart to stretch you open for whats to come.

Jimin licks his way into your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours in a heated kiss. The way you’re moaning into his mouth has him tugging at your strands, wanting to pull you closer as if he wasn’t close enough already. He can hear your breathing shuddering as Yoongi’s ministrations, pulling away to catch your breath.

“He’s getting you nice and ready for us sweet heart.”

Your walls clamp down onto Yoongi’s finger and he laughs, “Oh she liked that Jimin.”

“Hm, did she?” He chuckles, watching your face screw up when Yoongi goes back to thrusting his fingers into you, his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking with more fervor, intent on sending you over the edge, wanting to feel you falling apart on top of him.

“Fuck, nngh-” you keen, dropping down further onto Yoongi and he lets you, your hips grinding down onto him as you seek your release, the pleasure blooming in your stomach as it inches closer, “so close.”

“Thats it sweet heart, let go.” Jimin speaks softly. Yoongi’s uses the hand on your ass to continue to rut your hips against his face when you fall head first into your orgasm, the pleasure spreading through out your body and causing you to still as you nearly bent over. Jimin’s hands clutch onto your shoulders to keep you up when Yoongi doesn’t pull away, humming and slurping against you to milk out your orgasm until you’re twitching on top of him, your hips stuttering on his face, jumping slightly when he delivers a gentle slap onto your ass once he pulls away.

You might have just came but Yoongi is completely satisfied, happy to be buried between your thighs for as long as you needed, his cock pressing against his jeans it was a shock he hadn’t cum in his pants when you did.

“You taste so good.” He groans, continuing to lick at the skin of your inner thighs, collecting the drips of your cum up in a tantalizing manner.

“Let me have a tase.” Jimin begs, his hand trailing down your torso until his reaches your sensitive center, a soft shiver running through your body when he grazes your clit before slipping two fingers inside of you. It lasts for a brief moment, he spreads his fingers out and coats them in your arousal before pulling them back out and bringing them to his lips.

You watch in awe as he pops them into his mouth, his eyes slipping shut at the taste of it, licking them clean as he moans, “I’ll have to get a proper taste next time, but I’m feeling a little neglected sweet heart, can you help me.” He pouts, grasping the hand that was tangled in Yoongi’s hair and bring it to the top of his jeans, trailing them down slowly until your hands cupped his cock over the material.

“You can’t single out Jimin like that Y/N,” Yoongi teases, sliding out from underneath you, “suck his cock and make him feel included baby.”

Jimin smirks down at you when you nod, your hands moving to unbutton Jimin’s pants as Yoongi settles behind you, his own hands roaming your body until they reach your nipples, enjoying the way you gasp as he pinches the pebbled buds.

Jimin watches on patiently when you finally unzip them, tugging them down as best as you can until he takes over with a chuckle. He steps back from the side of the couch to slide out of his shoes and jeans, his black briefs joining in on the pile of clothes on the floor.

His cock springs out when its released from its confines, already leaking precum from watching the earlier events go down. Jimin was a fan of watching, getting pleasure out of seeing others fall apart but he loved partaking on the action more.

Your hands press gentle touches onto his cock as he slides his shirt off, revealing his toned stomach to you, not at all shy about being naked in front of his friend. “You just gonna stare?” He shoots back at you with a smile, dragging you out of your admiration of his cock and you smile back at being called out.

“No,” you breathe as you lean forward, your lips an inch away from the head of his cock, “gonna make you feel good.” You promise, one hand wrapping around the base of him as you ease him into your mouth, the slight tang of his precum hitting your tongue. He lets out a breath at the warmth of your mouth, how your lips wrap around him as you sink further down, your tongue running along the bottom of him.

“Good girl.” He praises, cupping your cheek softly as you start to bob down his length, your cheeks hallowing out as you suck, your eyes fluttering up to look at him and he groans, his top teeth biting down onto his lip at the visual.

You’re bent forward on your hands and knees, holding yourself up with one hand on the arm of the couch while Yoongi kneels behind you, using your moment of distraction with his best friends cock to undress himself as well.

His own cock has been throbbing in his jeans, a feeling of relief washing over him when its finally released, the tip angry and red as he wraps his hands around himself. He watches on curiously as you moan around Jimin’s cock, pumping his length in time to match the motion, a soft groan leaving his lips when he sees Jimin thrust forward into your mouth.

A choked moan escapes you, your throat tightening around his cock for a moment until he pulls back, his shining length leaving your mouth as he smiles down at you, his eyes locking onto Yoongi’s as he settles behind your ass. When you feels his hands on your hips your turn your head around, eyes wide at him being fully naked now as well, “Can you keep sucking his cock while I fuck you sweet heart?”

You’re nodding immediately, turning back around to bring Jimin’s length back into your mouth, sinking down onto him quickly and he groans at the feeling, his head dropping back as he moans. “Fuck, just like that Y/N.” 

You hum against his length, arching your back when you feel Yoongi bring his cock towards your entrance, his bulbous head teasing you, sliding in between your lips to thrust forward, evenly coating himself before nudging his way inside of you. When he breaches your entrance your pause, Jimin’s cock nuzzled in your mouth as you let out a breath, feeling Yoongi stretch you open inch by inch, his palms on your ass rubbing the skin softly until he bottoms out with a sigh.

“You love this huh?” Yoongi asks as he pulls out, waiting for a moment before thrusting in, the force of it making you sink further onto Jimin’s cock, “Love being stuffed like this by your best friends?”

Not being able to respond you rut back onto him, hearing him chuckle as you do so, the hand clutching onto the arm of the sofa digs in harder as he begins rocking his hips into you, the sound of skin smacking together joining in with Jimin’s moans as you continue sucking his cock.

His hands tangle into your hair once more, holding you in place as he starts the shallowly thrust into your mouth, taking note to be gentle to not overwhelm you as Yoongi fucks into you.

“Such a good cock slut, is this living up to your fantasy?” He asks, giving you a wicked smile when you look back at him, “It’s living up to mine.” He admits, his eyes glued to the way your lips spread apart to take him in, covered in your spit as he thrusts into you. Jimin thought of this often, he wasn’t blind to the way you’d stare at them, how you’d get that dazed look on your face whenever the topic of sex would come up between you three, no doubt thinking of the ways they’d defile you.

You gurgle a response around his length and he coos at you, his eyes looking back at Yoongi and smirking at how lost he looks in the pleasure of it all, his cock being enveloped by your heat, the way your walls flutter every time he surges forward. His fingers are digging into your flesh harshly, slight imprints that will most likely remain on your skin for days to come but it urges you on, urges you to continue to please both men but when Yoongi rubs against your g-spot you have to pull back from Jimin, a wet gasp leaving your mouth as your head hangs forward.

“Shit,” You moan out, your hand staying wrapped around Jimin as you weakly pump his length. “feels so good.”

He just laughs at the slur in your voice, the fact that he knows he could do so much more to you yet you were already falling apart, “Yeah?” He implores, his head falling back when you squeeze around him, your walls clamping down around him whenever he thrusts out, almost as if you’re pulling him back in, wanting to keep him nuzzled inside of you.

“You’re not doing a very good job at following directions” He scolds lightly, forcing you back into action as you apologize and wrap your lips around Jimin’s cock again, “Don’t worry, we’ll help you.”

Yoongi nods at Jimin, making the younger one smirk as he nods back, the two of them waiting until you relax once more before they take turns thrusting in to you, practiced motions that make you feel connected. Yoongi thrusts forward as Jimin pulls back, feeling like they were attached together. 

You let your jaw open further to accommodate for the way Jimin was fucking your throat, not caring about the drool that escaped your mouth and pooled onto the couch. Both of your hands held onto the couch now, needing them to hold your body up as they ravished you, using you to seek out their own pleasure and it had a gush of wetness escaping you.

“Fuck,” Yoongi groans at the glide, harsh pants leaving him as he focusing on the way your arousal clings to his cock, dripping off of it and coating your inner thighs to add on to the mess of earlier. He’d already been on edge from having you riding his face earlier, the warm feeling of pleasure knotting up in his stomach at each thrust. The way you’re taking him in, letting them both do what they want to you has his nerves on edge, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up as he feels his release approaching.

Jimin takes note of the way Yoongi’s thrust grow in speed so he eases off, shallowly thrusting into you and pulling out as his friend seeks out his release. Your head rests on Jimin’s stomach, moans of pleasure being able to sound out now that your mouth was free. He feels the wetness of your lips against his skin every time Yoongi thrusts forward, “Oh my god.” You cry out, arching your back further for him and he hums in approval.

“You gonna let me fill you up?” He rasps out, his hand splayed across your back until it reaches your hair, tangling around Jimin’s as they both tug at it, “I’m gonna stuff you nice and full, then Jimin can fuck it all out of you and fill you up too.”

Your walls clench up at the thought of it, wanting nothing more than for Yoongi to fuck him cum into you with Jimin joining in and adding more to the mess of it all. “Fuck, please.” You whine, panting harshly onto Jimin’s skin, “Please.”

Yoongi moans at your pleading, his hands moving onto your hips to force you back onto him. His jaw drops open, the pretty moans you let out drawing his release closer, “F-fuck, sweetheart-” He groans, his thrusts growing sloppier as his climax washes over him, the band inside of him snapping as the buries his cock deeper inside of you, ropes of his cum filling you up to the brim.

“Mm,” you hum out when he continues to rock into you, shallow thrust to push him cum deeper inside of you. His head is dropped forward, his eyes shut as he tries to ground himself after his orgasm.

When he pulls out with a sigh he opens them once more, locking onto the way globs of his cum leak out of your swollen lips, your clit is aching from not being touched but you knew the night wasn’t over with. 

“Such a pretty sight.” Yoongi muses, his fingers gathering the remnants of cum that had leaked out of you, stuffing back inside of you. “You gonna let Jimin get a turn?”

Your thighs come together as you nod, looking up at Jimin, his cock still hard and throbbing as he wraps his hand around himself, “Fuck me Jimin, please.”

He releases his cock to clutch your face and bring you back in for a kiss, he maneuvers around the couch and pushes you back as Yoongi removes himself from behind you and settles onto the far edge of the couch. A squeal leaves you when your back meets the couch, your hair splayed out on Yoongi’s lap as Jimin settles on top of you, his hips slotting between yours, the weight of his cock on your stomach fills you with excitement.

“Gonna fuck you so good.” He mumbles against your lips, smiling when you open your thighs wider for him, one of your heels pressing into the back of the couch while the other rests on the edge of the cushion. His hands guide his cock to your entrance, a sigh leaving the both of you as he slides in with ease, the added wetness of Yoongi’s cum aiding in the glide. “Fuck, you’re so messy.” 

You throw you head back onto Yoongi as he bottoms out, your hands clutching onto his sides at the feeling of being filled up once again, “You guys are gonna ruin me.” You admit with a laugh, a breathy moan joining in once Jimin begins to thrust into you, the squelching sounds of just how wet and messy you were filling up the room.

“Are we?” Yoongi asks, a smile on his face as his hands roam down your body, his fingers gently circling your nipple.

“We’re all you’re gonna think about next time you get fucked huh?” Jimin pants, a beautiful moan leaving his plump lips when he falls into a steady rhythm, “Next time you’re in your room trying to get yourself off, I hope you think of us.”

A high pitched moan leaves you when Yoongi twists your nipple in his grasp, Jimin’s hips rocking into you with new found energy, the curve of his cock rubbing against the sweet spot inside of you. Your heels move from the edge of the couch to wrap around his waist, pushing him further into you, “God Jimin,” you cry, rolling your hips into him to match his thrusts.

The both of you had been edged on enough from earlier, with Yoongi seeking his own release and keeping you on edge and you not being able to continue sucking Jimin’s cock the two of you are teetering close to your release.

Jimin’s thrusts have your body jostling upwards, Yoongi having to release your nipple to grasp your shoulders to keep you in place and it has you shutting your eyes, bursts of light flashing behind your lids every time he pistons into you, “Fuck this is so hot.” Jimin moans when he pulls back enough to look at where you two connect, his cock covered in a sheen of wetness and cum, the couch being utterly ruined underneath your ass but this was worth it.

“You close baby?” Yoongi asks, trailing one hand down your body until it reaches your clit, rubbing tight circles on it and smirking when your back arches at the feeling.

“Yes,” you whine, your fingers digging into Jimin’s sides. When you look up at him, seeing his hair sticking to his forehead, sweaty from exertion, his mouth dropped open as he moans, it has that same bundle of pleasure tightening up inside of you once more. “harder Jimin, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” He winks at you, his hands unhooking your legs from around him and pushing your thighs towards your chest. This angle has you feeling like his cock is splitting you open but you love it, love the way he jack hammers into you like its the only thing he wants to do.

With the way he continues to hit your g-spot, coupled with the expert flicks of Yoongi’s fingers on your clit, your orgasm crashes over you in a flash, your nails digging into his skin and making him hiss in slight pain but it numbs up when he sees how you unravel because of him, your head thrown back as moans of his and Yoongi’s name fill the room, how your thighs tense up and tremble in his grasp, your hips rocking into his desperately as you cum.

“Fill me up Jimin, please.” You plead, your mind swimming with pleasure as he continues to fuck you, “Wanna feel you.”

His brows pinch together as he drops his head forward, “Whatever you want baby.” It comes out in a breathy sigh, his thrusting turning into a roll of his hips as he nears his release, his moans raising in pitch until they get cut off with a gasp as he cums, continuing to rut into you as he empties his load inside of you to join Yoongi’s mess. The added warmth of his cum filling you up makes you mewl, soothing rubs on his skin helping him ease down from his high while he stills inside of you.

“Wow.” He sighs as he collapses on top of you, humming when Yoongi’s fingers trail through his hair. You giggle underneath him, sandwiched between your best friends, sweaty and filled with cum, a wonderful turn of events.

When he finally pulls out of you he takes his time to admire your cunt, eyes glimmering at the mess between your legs and it makes you squeeze them shut with a laugh, “Stop staring.”

Yoongi chuckles and pinches your cheeks gently, reaching forward and grabbing a lone cracker that was left on the charcuterie board from earlier.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jimin groans out when Yoongi begins to eat as if they hadn’t just fucked your brains out. The eldest just shrugs as he picks up a piece of salami and munches on it as well.

“You should be thanking this charcuterie board for the best sex of your life.” He retorts with a smirk, bringing half of the eaten cracker to your own mouth which you accept with a smile, still resting on his thighs.

Jimin pauses at that, staring at the board in thought before he shakes his head, “You know, for someone who complained about raw meat you sure had no problem with that right now.” You tease, opening up your legs once more and cackling at the look he gives you.

“Whatever,” he pouts, swatting at your thighs, “make another one of these damn charcuterie boards next week or something then.”

#btsghostie #jimin smut #yoongi smut #bts smut #park jimin #min yoongi #yoonmin smut #bts imagines #park jimin smut #min yoongi smut

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Waiting For You Part Five (Ford Pines x Reader) What’s Lost Isn’t Forgotten

“Brother!” Stan calls and walks towards Ford. Ford unexpectedly punches him in the face and begins arguing with him.

She takes a step forward and calls Ford’s name. He looks over at her and his face turns to disbelief, and he lets go of Stan.

He whispers her name. “Is it really you?” All she can do is nod and she runs forwards to hug him. He lifts her and spends her around. “I can’t believe it.” He sets her down and moves his hands to cup her face to pull her up for a kiss. “It really is you.”

Their tender moment was interrupted by Mabel.

She pulls away from Ford, red in the face, having forgotten the kids and Soos were even down here.

Ford is introduced to Mabel, then Dipper who freaks out. He spouts off about how he has so many questions and mentions how he can’t believe you’re married to the author of the journals.

She sits and listens to their whole ‘mysterious backstory’ as Mabel calls it. Enjoying hearing the story from both sides. After the whole situation was over Stan sent the kids off to bed.

She walked them upstairs to give the brothers some time alone to talk. Dipper bombarded her with questions that she happily answered. “No more secrets from me, promise.” She used her finger to cross her heart.

She tucked Dipper into bed then Mabel. “Thank you, Mable.” She smiled sweetly as Mabel looked confused.

“For what?” Mabel askes.

“You said you’d find me a boyfriend by the end of the summer, and if it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have my boyfriend back.” She smiles as Mabel's eyes grow wide, as does her smile.

“Thank you too, Dipper. If you had never found the journal we wouldn’t have been able to get him back either. I’ll make sure you get to ask him plenty of questions soon, alright?” She promised and wished them a goodnight.

She comes back down the stairs to see the two brothers arguing and frowns as Stan storms away from him. Walking up to Ford she wraps her arms around him and he does the same. She breathes a sigh of relief.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she whispers.

“I’ve missed you too, more than I can say with words.” He leans down to kiss her forehead.

“Let’s go to sleep.” She takes his hand and starts walking to the bed room.

He turns to go into his old room but she stops him. “There’s no bed in there anymore. When I, um, we lost you, it was too painful to stay in there alone.”

He nods in understanding and follows her to her room. She closes the door behind her and he pulls her into another hug. “Did you really wait for me? For thirty years?”

“Oh course I did, Stanford.” She looks up at him concerned.

“It’s just that, you could have started a new life. You could have had a family.” His face is sad, almost guilty.

“I didn’t want to, Ford. Not without you.” She brought her hand to show him the ring he gave her. “You’re my family.”

He only nods before leaning down to kiss her. She leans into the kiss but feels tears begin to fall from her eyes, overwhelmed with emotions. Pulling away she wipes her cheeks, but sees that Ford is crying as well. They lock eyes and laugh, both wiping at their tears.

“We’ve both had a very emotional day. Let’s go to sleep.” She walks over to the dresser and digs around for a moment. “These are yours.” She states. “I’m not sure they’ll still fit though you look… More built.” She smirks.

He takes the clothes from her and watches and she begins to change into her night shirt. His eyes can’t pull away as she pulls her shirt over her head. She’s still as beautiful as the day he disappeared, but her body is different. It’s softer, with more age lines, but he feels awestruck by her beauty.

“Ford, you’re staring.” She looks embarrassed. “I know I’m not as young and fit as I was but-”

“You’re absolutely stunning. You look different, but in the most amazing way possible.” He assures her.

She nodded and finished changing. Her face turned mischievous as she looked at him. “Now it’s my turn to watch.”

He can’t help the heat that rises to his cheeks. “Uh, right.” He sits down and takes off his boots, and stands to remove his sweater. “Listen, I… The dimensions I visited weren't always friendly. I have some scars.”

“Ford, it’s alright. I expected as much.” She lays a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

She thought he would have scars, but didn't expect so many. “Oh, Ford.” She whimpers.

Almost his entire torso is covered in scars. She lays a hand over his peck and runs her fingers over one long scar. He sighs at her touch. “I’m so sorry,” she sniffs.

He takes her hand from his chest and raises it to his lips to kiss it. “Don’t think too much of it. For every hostile being I meet, there were just as many friendly ones who helped patch me up.” He slips his shirt on over his head, finding it just a little tight, but would work for the night.

She climbs into bed, with Ford right behind her, and snuggles close to him. He wraps his arms around her and holds her tight. “I love you, goodnight.”

“I love you, Ford. I’m so glad you’re back.” She yawns before falling asleep.

He wakes up from a nightmare and looks around the room. Although a little unfamiliar he knows he’s home. Looking at his side he sees his love gone from his side. His heart still beating fast from his dream he starts to panic, and calls her name.

Right as he does she walks back into the room and closes the door. “What’s wrong?” She quickly makes her way over to him. “I’m sorry, I was just in the bathroom. Are you alright?” Sitting back on the bed she pulls him close to her.

He sighs at the touch. “Just a bad dream is all. Have them quite frequently.”

“You can always wake me up, okay?” She coos, and kisses him on the shoulder. “Can you go back to sleep or do you need to stay up for a minute?”

He can’t help as a yawn escapes him. “I can sleep.”

They cuddle back together, but she stays awake until she is sure he’s asleep.

When she wakes up the sun is shining in through the curtains. She can feel the even breaths Ford is breathing under her cheek.

She shifts her head to look up at his sleeping face. Examining all the details that are the same, and how it’s changed. He still has a strong jawline, if not stronger. The hair on his head is graying, much like hers, and he has wrinkles under and beside his eyes.

She cant help herself from reaching up and running her hand across the stubble on his jaw. His eyes are still closed but he smiles.

He takes her hand and kisses it. “Good morning.”

She responds by moving off his chest up to his mouth to kiss him. “It’s a very good morning.” He kisses her back. “Maybe the best morning ever.”

He chuckles and she can feel his chest rumble under her hand. “I couldn’t agree more.”

Running her thumb over his stubble she smiles. “I can’t believe you got more handsome.” Ford’s cheeks turn red and he looks away. She laughs. “I see you’re still just as bashful.”

“I was just thinking the same thing about you.” He pulls her into another kiss, then another, and another. Sitting up, he pulls her into his lap. Now it’s her turn to blush.

There’s a knock on the door and Mabel’s voice sounds from the other side. She calls her name, but adds ‘Graunt’ in front of it. “Grunkle Stan is taking us to the diner! He said if you wanna come be in the car in five minutes or we’re leaving you!” Then her footsteps are heard running down the stairs.

Ford looks down at the woman in his lap. Her hand is held over her mouth, but he can see the impossibly wide smile behind it. “She called me her graunt…” Her heart feels so impossibly full from the simple word.

“Well you technically are.” Ford chuckles. “That seems to mean a lot to you. You must really care for those two.”

She nods. “Ford, they are such incredible kids. I’m excited for you to get to know them more. Dipper reminds me so much of you.” Ford frowns, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. “What’s wrong?”

“When Stan and I were talking last night, well, it was more of arguing, he told me he wanted me to stay away from the kids. I agreed. I also told him he can stay here until the end of the summer with the kids, but after he has to leave, and all this Mystery Shack nonsense ends.” He informs her.

“I, but Ford…” She was unsure what to say. It all seemed so unfair, so she decided to tell him. “That seems unfair to me.” She moved to sit on her knees next to him and took his hand in hers. “I might be being selfish but I just got you back, and now you want Stan to leave? We worked so hard to bring you back, Ford, and while you were gone Stan took care of me.” She sighs. “I, Ford, I was ready to give up but he wouldn’t let me. The only reason he opened the shack was to get money. I was spending every second of every day in the basement. Stan made sure I ate, and slept. He made sure I was taken care of.”

Ford scans her face. “Were you two…” He can’t finish his thought, but she gets what he means.

She can’t help but laugh. “Ford, you’re brother and I were nothing more than friends.” She thinks for a second. “We kissed once and it was terrible,” she laughs again. “But beside you, Ford, he’s my best friend, and your brother. All I’m asking is that you just think about reconsidering.”

His face is stern but he nods. “I’ll think about it.”

“That’s all I ask.” She kisses him. There’s a squeal of car tires from outside signaling Stan and the kids are gone. “So how would you like to spend the rest of the morning?” She smirks.

“Well, I’d like to check on the portal, and my experiments.” He says thinking aloud.

She laughs and moves to straddle his lap, moving her hands to his chest, and kissing his collar bone. “I was thinking we could make up for lost time.”

“I like that idea much more.” He pulls her close.

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It’s midday when they make their way down into the lab. As Stan requested, Ford avoids the kids.

They stand in front of the portal.

“This was such a risky move.” He says without thinking.

“It was a risk I had to take.” She doesn’t apologize.

“I’m…” he wraps her in a hug. “I appreciate you getting me home, I really do. I thought I’d never see you again. However,” he looks back up at the portal. “We have to destroy this.”

She agrees and they get to work.

They have the portal about halfway deconstructed when one of the higher up panels starts to sway. Ford notices it moving and looks up, right as it breaks away and begins to fall. She is standing right below it.

“Watch out!” Ford dives towards her and pushes her out of the way, the metal panel making contact directly with his head and he falls to the ground motionless.

“Ford?” A small pool of blood has begun collecting around his head. “Oh my god Ford!” She yells and shakes his shoulder to stir him.

Tears begin to form in her eyes right as he opens his eyes. He looks at her and smiles.

“Ford?” She asks again.

He sits up and grabs his head. “Are you alright?” He asks.

She looks at him in disbelief before moving to check where his head is wounded. “Are you insane? I’m fine, you’re the one who's bleeding!”

“Hey, hey!” He takes her face in his hands forcing her to make eye contact. “I’m alright really, look.” Ford knocks on his head next to where he’s bleeding and there is a loud metallic banging.

She’s still looking at his eyes wide with confusion.

“A had a metal plate installed in my head that way Bill could never enter my mind again. It’s just a little cut, promise I’m alright.” He brushes a tear away from her cheek.

“God, Ford,” she sniffs. “I just got you back. I thought I was going to lose you again.” She pulls him in for a hug, not worrying about the blood that seeps down onto her sleeve.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” He jokes and she lightly smacks his shoulder.

She pulls away from the hug to give him a passionate kiss, which he is happy to return.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” She takes his hand and pulls him up. His balance wavers and he grabs onto her shoulder. She helps him sit down in a chair and hurries back with the first aid kit, which she always made sure was well stocked with how much Stan hurt himself.

She begins cleaning his head wound. “You really have to be more careful.” She can’t help but scold him. One hand holds his cheek steady, he doesn’t move and Ford leans into her touch.

“I’d rather I get hurt over you anyday.” He doesn’t apologize.

“I just got you back.” She sighs.

Ford brings his hand up to caress one on his cheek. “I just got you back as well.” He reminds her.

She pauses, not having really thought of it that way, then continues cleaning his wound. “I guess even after all this time we are both just as hard headed.”

When she's done stitching his cut shut she kisses the top of his head for good measure. “There, that should be good as long as you don’t take any more metal panels to the head.”

He beams up at her. “How did you get so good at that?”

“Stan hurt himself a lot while we were working on the portal. I got used to stitching him up since it was faster and cheaper than going to the hospital every other day.” She gives him a sad smile. “Although you were a lot less whiny than Stan normally is.”

He hums in thought. “Maybe taking a break from the portal for a minute would be a good idea.”

“I agree. I’m going to go change out of this bloody shirt first.” She motions down at her blood soaked sleeve.

He grabs her arm as she begins to walk away. She can see the uncertainty on his face. Leaning down she places a gentle kiss to his lips.

“I’m only going upstairs. I won’t be far.” She looks into his eyes and he nods. “Plus I'm sure you brought back some experiments you need to check on.

She makes her way upstairs and almost makes it to her room before she bumps into Stan.

“Geez, kid, watch where you’re-” He stops talking and grimaces at the blood on her sleeve.”

She looks down and realizes what the problem is. “Oh, don’t worry it’s not mine.”

Stan’s face doesn’t look any less concerned.

“Ford’s fine too, just a little accident. You know how it goes.” She can’t help but laugh.

Stan grumbles something then walks away. An unusually harsh treatment from her normally warm best friend. She brushes it off though and quickly changes. When She’s back downstairs she finds everyone hanging out in the gift shop.

She greets them but only Mable acknowledges her. Stan’s head shoved deep in a newspaper and Dipper’s in Ford’s journal. There’s a moment of silence before Ford bursts out of his lab with a weird octopus-like creature stuck to his arm.

She tries to keep Dipper and Mable behind her for safety but they both peer around her eager to see their new Grunkle. Ford captures the creature easily enough and starts to head back to the lab, but Dipper’s right on his trail offering to help.

Ford turns down his offer before closing the door. Stan gives Dipper a lecture about staying away from Ford.

Dipper points at his newly titled Graunt. “But she gets to spend time with him and do dangerous stuff.”

She frowns. “Dipper, I’m an adult and have been doing this for a long time.”

“You’re still going to watch the season finale of Duck-Tective with us Friday, right?” Mabel checks.

“Absolutely. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

The next week is spent helping Ford disassemble the portal and helping Stan with the shack. She getting ready for bed when Ford comes into the room beaming and gabbing about playing DD&MD that day.

She smiles and sits on the bed. “I’m glad you're spending time with him. He reminds me so much of you.” her smile falls for a second. “But didn’t Stan ask you to stay away from the kids?”

Ford is taking his boots off and he freezes and thinks. “Stan will just have to get over himself.”

She sighs and lays back onto the bed. “I know you and Stan didn’t have the best relationship before you went into the portal, and I knew it wouldn’t be magically fixed when we got you back, but I did hope it would be a little bit better.” She feels the bed shift as Ford sits next to her.

“Mine and Stan’s relationship has been complicated for a long time. Him bringing me back isn’t going to fix it overnight.” He places his hand on hers.

“I know but,” she sits up with a huff. “I feel like neither of you are trying. When summer ends I don’t want to lose my best friend. Stan means a lot to me, and he’s your brother. I wish you would both just try.

Ford looks almost mad for a second before his face softens. “Come here.” He pulls her into his lap. “For you, I’ll try. Promise… Well… I’ll at least try to be civil.”

She looks at him with a pout before she buries her head in the crook of his neck. ���Fine.” She whines with a yawn.

The next day she's ready to watch the season finale of Duck-Tective with Mabel, Stan, and Grenda. She smiles to see Ford is sitting cross legged on the ground playing DD&MD just like they did in college and spending time with his great nephew. However her smile fades when Stan and Ford begin to argue. The argument turns for the worst when Stan throw Ford’s bag on dice on to the ground and causes them to scatter. Then they have to go on a ridiculous fantastic quest to save Dipper and Ford.

Afterwards Stan apologizes to Dipper and it warms her heart. He even says it's okay if Dipper spends time with Ford. She was a little disappointed Ford didn’t join them to watch Their show but she understood. After it was over Dipper went to find Ford.

She sat at the table with Stan to have a drink.

“You were very sweet today.” She almost teases Stan.

“Think you got me mistaken with someone else.” Stan grunts as he sits.

“No, the fact you changed your mind to let Dipper spend time with Ford is really sweet. I don’t think I have to tell you how similar they are. Plus I think it’ll be nice that Dipper can ask him questions himself instead of him asking me to ask Ford questions.” She smiles over her glass at Stan.

Stan frowns deepens. “Didn’t do it for Ford. Did it for Dipper. Ford still hasn’t told me thank you, and I haven’t forgotten.”

She groans. “Why do you two have to be like this?!” She almost shouts. “You’re both so stubborn and hard headed. If you two could just sit down and talk about your feelings like real adults I don’t think we’d have a problem.”

“Not until he tells me thank you!” Stan raises his voice back.

She slams her hand on the table and stands up. “He hasn’t even told me thank you, Stan! He’s appreciative to be home but he’s still upset we risked this whole universe for him!”

Stan stands up and opens his mouth to say something but closes it. He is absolutely fuming as he storms away from you.

She stands there for a second more before sitting back down with her face in her hands. Quiet tears fall down her face and she cries alone for a few minutes. Then she feels a hand on her back.

“Darling, are you crying? What’s wrong?” Ford’s warm, wide hand begins to stroke reassuring circles on her back.

She wraps her arms around his neck and brings him in for a hug. “I’ve just had a lot of big emotions this week. Think they’ve finally caught back up to me at once.” She’s not lying, she's had a lot of emotions to work through this week, but she doesn’t want to mention arguing with Stan. It would just make everything worse.

“Why don’t we get you to bed.” Ford suggests and she nods silently.

She tries to stand, but before she can Ford picks her up bridal style bringing a smile to her face. “Ford, I can walk.”

He kisses her forehead. “I know. But you’ve done so much for me, let me?” He wants to be sure it’s okay. She nods and falls asleep in his arms before they reach their room.

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Ford sits up from a nightmare which draws her from her sleep as well. Before she can even ask what’s wrong he tells her.

“We have to warn them. He’s coming.”

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“You gave her what?” She shouts at Ford once he tells her about his meeting with Dipper and Mable.

“Was that… was that bad?” Ford’s face flushes red.

“Stanford you gave a twelve year old a crossbow!” She stares at him in disbelief. “Would you or Stanley have been able to use one at twelve?”

Ford thinks for a second and opens his mouth and thinks better of it.

She sighs. “I’ll just go with them to make sure they’re safe.” She srumbles together her things and tosses on a bag. She's about to walk out the door without saying anything when Ford grabs her arm.

“Let’s not part ways angry.” His eyes look over her face and he looks so unbelievably caring.

She sighs and pulls him into a kiss. “I’m not angry, I’m just worried about Mabel. She sometimes doesn't have the best judgment of character. Did I tell you she dated the gnomes at the beginning of summer?”

He laughs against her lips. “I understand you’re worried.” He pauses and thinks for a moment. “I’m worried too. Last time I encountered Bill he drove me away from you. I can’t let that happen again.”

She gives him another kiss. “I know you won’t.”

Later she returns with the girls to the shack, beaten and bruised.

Ford gives her a kiss and congratulates them on getting the unicorn hair. Dipper helps them glue the unicorn hair to the outside of the shack. Ford wraps his arm around her shoulder and she can’t but feel a little bit safer.

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She stares at the rift. “Ford it’s….”

He sighs and places his hand on her shoulder. “I’m aware.”

“You didn’t tell me?” She looks at him hurt.

“I didn’t keep it from you to keep it secret. I just didn’t want you to worry.” He sighs.

“But I could help. Ford I just got you back and now it feels like the world is about to end. I can’t lose you again.” He places her hand on top of his.

“Nor I you.” He looks in her eyes then looks away and clears his throat. “I was hoping that, um…” Ford searches his brain for the right words.

“Ford you know I’ll do anything for you, just ask.” She smiles sweetly at him.

“Well, I don’t need you to do anything for me. I was just hoping you’d do something with me.” He wraps his arms around her and rests his forehead on her. “When all this nonsense with Bill is done, I’d really like to finally marry you.”

She laughs. She cannot help it, but she laughs. Ford looks almost hurt. Her hands come up to cup her face and bring him in for a kiss. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh. I just can't believe you were worried about asking me that. I’ve waited thirty year for you, of course I’m going to marry you.”

He smiles against her lips before bringing her back in for another kiss. “I’m the luckiest man alive to have you for a wife.”

“I’m the luckiest woman alive.”

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She runs after Mabel as soon as she runs from the shack, but by the time she reaches her, Bill has already been released into reality.

“Mabel no!” She screams as she watches the small girl suspended in the air as she gets wrapped in a bubble and chains and flown away.

“Well, well, well, well, well, well, well. Look what we have here! If it isn’t peace sign herself!” A voice behind her booms.

She turns around, already sure of who the voice belongs to. “Bill.”

“In the flesh!” He confirms as the yellow on his triangle opens and closes, revealing flesh and bones.

She turns and tries to run back to the shack, but is stopped as she is suspended in the air.

“Not so fast peace sign! I think you’d be a useful pawn against my dear friend six fingers!” Bill snaps his fingers and she is encased in a bubble similar to the one that carried Mabel away. “Can't have anything happening to you!” The bubble begins to move and flies to Bill’s Fearamid.

Bill keeps her behind bars. She sits and watches helplessly as people she knows from town are brought in one by one, turned to stone, and placed on Bill’s throne. She silently wishes Bill would have done the same to her, to spare her the awful reality in which she has to witness all this awful weirdness. But she knows that’s probably exactly why Bill didn’t turn her to stone, to make her suffer.

She won’t give up hope yet. She knows as long as Ford is out there fighting, there is still hope. That hope is quickly shattered as she watches Bill set Ford by his throne.

“Hey peace sign! Like my new back scratcher?!” He cackles at her anguished face. “The extra finger really adds to the scratch!”

She pulls her knees to her chest and quietly cries.

By the fourth day she can’t cry anymore, her head aches, her eyes are red and puffy, and she wishes she could sleep more than five minutes. The blaring music she had gotten used to, but the second one of Bill’s minions noticed she was asleep, they'd come over and smack the bars of her cage and wake her up.

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Stan is extremely relieved when the kids barge back into the shack. After he greets everyone he looks at the door expectantly.

“Are Fords and-” He tries to say but Dipper knows what he's going to ask.

“I know for a fact Bill has Grunkle Ford, but as for…” Dipper trails off.

They begin to argue a course of action and the other townspeople when Stan accidentally turns on the television. Every person and creature in the shack is brought to the reality that the people of Gravity Falls are being turned into stone, then the camera pans over to show their friend and Graunt.

She is behind bars and looks absolutely worn down.

Mabel and Dipper begin to hype everyone up to band together, but Stan is fast to voice his opinion against it.

“Grunkle Stan how can you say that?” Mabel pouts. “Bill has your best friend and brother. Are you just going to sit her while she suffers?”

Stan watches as everyone begins to form a plan.

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“Everyone has a weakness though guy, I’ll make you talk.” Bill threatens Ford at the top of the Fearamid. Ford is placed in chains.

Bill snaps and Ford watches in horror as his fiance appears next to the triangular menace.

“Don’t listen to him, Ford. I’m fine, don’t-” a rope comes up and wraps around her body and mouth.

“No!” Ford lets out an anguished scream. “Let her go, she has nothing to do with this.”

“Oh, Fordsie! Did you forget all the time we spent together? I’ve been in that silly little brain of yours, and I know how much she consumes your every thought! Did you forget who it was that showed you where the ufo was so you could propose to her there?! I know with her by my side I can get you to do what I want! Or maybe…”

Bill draws her close to his eye and looks closely at her. “If you know how to bring down the barrier she must know too! I’ll get one of you to talk for sure!”

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She watches in horror as Bill begins electrocuting Ford, knowing she would be next.

“If only one of you would talk, then you wouldn’t have to watch the love of your life torchered!” Bill cackles boisterously.

There’s a loud crash as the Mystery Shack crashes through one of the walls. She looks at Ford with hope on her face. Until Bill realizes maybe if he tortured the kids he could get Ford or her to talk, they both begin to yell before being turned to stone.

Her vision returns to her and she looks around to see everyone back to their normal selves. Ford takes her hand and pulls her to the kids where they share in a group hug.

Ford’s taken aback when he sees his old friend Fiddleford. She feels bad never having gotten around to telling Ford what happened to him. They share in a few heartfelt words and a hug before Dipper brings everyone's attention back to the fact that Bill is outside.

“Drawing a circle on the floor. Well. he’s lost his mind.” Stan shouts.

She lays a hand on Stan’s arm. “Trust him. Please.” Her smile is tired, and she looks so weak compared to the normal strong woman Stan was sued to seeing.

Ford explains the meaning of the symbol on the floor, and everyone begins taking their places.

“The peace sign.” Ford smiles fondly as she takes your place between him and Stan’s symbol.

Everyone takes hands and the ground begins to shake. She reaches her hand out towards Stan.

Stan begins to argue and everyone pleads him to join the circle.

“Stan, please.” She begs her friend.

“Fine, just do one thing, say thank you.” Stan says.

Her heart drops to her stomach. She knew both brothers were too proud and now wasn’t the time for this.

“What?” Ford gawks.

“We spent thirty years trying to bring you back and you couldn’t even tell me or your girlfriend, not wife, thank you!?” Stan barks.

She felt tears begin to prick her eyes. There was no need for Stan to add that she wasn’t his wife yet. She knew he was angry and being petty but it hurt.

“Now’s not the time, Stan.” She scowled, blinking back tears.

“Fine. Thank you.” Ford begrudgingly says and Stan takes his hand. It looks like for a second it might be working, until Stan begins to fight with his brother and breaks the circle.

“You two stop!” She shouts.

But it’s too late. Bill has arrived. He takes Stan, Ford, and her into his grasp and everyone gets ready to fight. Bill snaps his fingers but everyone but the twins levitates and disappears. The young twins are entrapped in a cage.

“Last chance: Tell me how to take Weirdmageddon global and I’ll spare the kids!” Bill threatens.

Mabel yells at him and gets his attention before spraying him in his eye with spray paint, causing his grip on the three to disappear. The kids free themselves and order them to run. The kids run off and they try to follow but Bill traps the three of them in another cage.

All she can do is sit beside Ford as he and his brother share a moment. Ford finally stands and states his idea of letting Bill inside his head.

“You can’t do that to Ford.” She grabs his hand.

“I’ll,” She chokes on her words. “I’ll let him inside my mind and you can erase him.” She's scared. She's so extremely scared to lose everything important to her, but she’s more afraid of losing Dipper and Mabel.

The brothers share a look. “Absolutely not.” They say at the same time.

“But, but,” She whimpers.

“What if…” Stan states his plan, and she's against it. She’d rather take the sacrifice but she knows neither of them would let her. So she watches helplessly as the two exchange clothes.

Stan brings her into a hug. “You’ve really made my life worth living, kid.”

She hugs him as tight as she can. “Don’t talk like this is goodbye, because it’s not.” She kisses his cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Stan reminds her, he shares a quick glance and hug from his brother, then they wait.

Everything that happens next happens in a blur. Stan, dressed as Ford, agrees to help Bill and steps towards him and Ford and her and are held in bonds again. Dipper screams for Ford to stop. Her vision blurs with tears.

As soon as Bill enters Stan’s mind she kneels down and draws both of the twins close to her and watches helplessly as Ford erases Stanley’s mind.

Everything returns to the normal state it should be. Mabel rushes to Stan's side and begins to praise him, but quickly she has to be pulled back.

She pulls Mabel into a tight hug as Ford explains what happened. They all cry, then they head back to the remains of the shack. The twins hold Stan’s hands.

Her hand is held tight in Ford’s, he holds her hand back equally as tight.

They stand awkwardly in front of Stan as he sits in his chair. Mabel refuses to accept Stan is gone and begins showing him her scrapbook from the summer. To everyone's surprise, it actually starts to work. They all gather around his chair while she reads.

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It’s a few days later and Stan has recovered a lot of his memory. He’s not exactly himself yet but he is on the road to recovery.

It’s late in the afternoon and she’s outside repairing the steps up to the shack when Stan finds her. She greets him with a bright smile.

“Stanley!” She beams. “How are you feeling?” She takes a break from her work and sits down.

“Hey, kid. I’m feeling pretty good.” He smiles back and sits beside her. Then he begins to rub the back of his neck.

“What’s on your mind?” She places a hand on his shoulder.

“How’d ya know?”

“You always rub your neck like that when somethings on your mind.” She reminds him.

He pulls him hand down into his lap and sighs. “Listen, I feel like before I wasn’t the best at expressing my emotions, and when I fully recover I’m probably going to be the same again.” He thinks for a second. “I wanted to let you know that besides Ford, you’re the most important person in my life. You’re my best friend and you’ve been with me through everything, despite what an ass I can be a lot of the time. I wanted to say, ya know, thanks, and I love you.”

Stan can’t look at her face to see her reaction because she pulls him into the tightest bear hug. “I know, but it feels good to hear you say it. You’re my best friend too. If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have Ford back.” She pulls back from the hug and sits.

“And another thing… I remember when we were all taking hands back during,” he waves his hand, “Ya know… I pointed out you weren’t married to Ford yet. I did it just to hurt your feelings. I was mad that you were okay he hadn’t said thank you to us yet. You’ve always been more level headed than me, more of a peacekeeper.”

She laughs. “I guess that’s why I was the peace sign.” She jokingly throws up a peace sign with her hands. “Joking aside though, all is forgiven Stanley. I could never stay mad at you. It means a lot to hear you talk like this. I know in a few days you won’t want to have conversations like this, so it’s nice, ya know?” The two of them sit in silence as the clouds pass overhead.

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Miraculously the Mystery Shack is back in one piece in just a week. Just in time for Dipper and Mabel’s birthday. Ford pulls Stan aside to tell him his plan to sail around the world.

She and Ford had discussed it beforehand, and she understood the boys needed some time alone to bond. She’d be happy waiting for them both to return back home.

“What are you crazy?” Stan playfully shoved his brother. “She’s not invited?”

“Well, no, we had discussed it beforehand and she thought it would be a good idea for us to have some time to bond. As brothers. I’ll miss her of course, but-”

Stan cut his twin off. “No buts! She waited thirty year for you. I say we bring her.”

Ford laughs. “I’m happy to hear you say that. As long as she wants to be stuck in a small boat with two old men I’d be happy to bring her.”

“You do realise she is as old as us right?” Stan calls her over to where the two are talking.

Ford wraps his arm around her waist and she smiles. “Did you tell him your plan?” She beams up at him.

“I did, however,” Ford frowns, and she frowns too. She looks to Stanley for explanation.

“You must be out of your mind if you think you’re not coming with us.” Stan smirks.

“But I thought…” She looks up at Ford.

“It was Stanley’s idea, and it’s fine by me. Actually more than fine by me, lovely even.” Ford leans down to give her a kiss.

“We’re family, so I think it’d be stupid to make you wait here alone for the both of us. So you coming or what?” Stan’s smile is wide and genuine.

She lets go of Ford to pull Stan into a crushing hug. “Thank you, Stan.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Stan rolls his eyes.

Her hand reaches back towards Ford. “Get over here, I need to hug you both.” Ford chuckles but compiles.

Stan surprises everyone by announcing the closure of the Mystery Shack before giving Soos permission to run it.

She keeps close to Ford’s side as they wait for the bus to take the kids back home. Mabel grabs her hand and pulls her down to her level. “You’re the best Graunt in the whole world.”

She hugs Mabel tight and closes her eyes to stop the tears from spilling from her eyes. “You’re the best great niece and match maker in the world. Thank you for getting Ford back for me.”

Stan and Ford threaten the bus driver to let Waddles on. They all wave goodbye and run after the bus, cheering farewells.

Ford holds her close with one arm while the other wraps reassuringly around his brother. “They’ll be back next summer. Until then, let’s have an adventure.”

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