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fangirl-dot-com · 4 months

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Carlos Sainz - You don’t like spicy food?! Then why the heck do they call you Chili?

Aw guys imma cryyyy – this is the last part of Besties for the Resties. I have enjoyed every single moment of writing these. Sorry if the last few ones were short, I’ve been using all of my brain power for finals and for the Christmas chapter! That one is going to be a doozy and I’m hoping it’ll hit almost 10k words: because y’all deserve some good writing!

I honestly don’t know when this story is set. I have tried to write all of these for races before the summer break. So that being said, on my master list I am not writing a chapter for the Barca Grand Prix – so this chapter will be during that time!

For one last time for this series – I hope you all enjoy!

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The sun beat down on the top of your head as you lounged and napped in the hotel pool. The Spanish Grand Prix was right around the corner, but you had time to relax and get your tan on. The water lapped at your limbs, cooling you off as the sun felt as though it was getting hotter.

Kelly had told you time and time again to put on sunscreen so that you wouldn’t burn. You definitely did not want to drive a Formula 1 car with sunburn. At least you weren’t as fair as Max was. You thought that he was a vampire or something. His skin automatically turned pink if he was outside too long. You guessed that’s why he always wore his Red Bull Cap.

Quiet splashes sounded at the opposite end where you knew Kelly and Penelope were playing. It was nice to hear their giggles as they tossed a beach ball around. To your left, however, you could hear the men talking about the cars and whatever part made more downforce, which was close to bringing you out of your light sleep.

Apparently when booking the hotels, Red Bull and Ferrari had decided to get rooms at the same place. Which led to you, Penelope, Kelly, and Max finding Carlos and Charles already at the pool. You were glad that they were pretty good friends, because if it had been Esteban, well, you shivered at what might have happened.

You were a bit bummed that the other drivers’ hotels were much farther away. Because you would have asked Lando, Oscar, and George to come over as well. You had already asked Daniel, hoping that Alpha Tauri would have placed him with you and Max. But sadly, he had his own hotel where he was staying with Heidi. Which made sense, if your significant other was here, you’d want to stay with him too.

You tried to block out any conversations about the cars, but they were getting too loud. You sat up on your floaty as you looked around. Your eyes adjusted to the bright light after having been closed for a while.

“Good morning,” Max laughed as he looked at your discombobulated appearance.

You groaned as you sunk into the water, cooling off the rest of your body. The three of them just laughed as you swam over to the stairs. Pulling yourself up, you stepped onto the warm tile and made your way over to where they were sitting. You took the offered towel from Charles and wrapped it around your shoulders.

“How are you not burnt?” Max questioned, shocked at your skin that was void of any redness.

Your shoulders raised before dropping, “Genes? Also you woke me up. Do you have to be talking about the upgrades.” You grumbled, sunglasses hiding your closed eyes as your head tipped back.

A scoff left his lips, brows furrowed under his bucket hat. “You needed to wake up anyway. You’re going to ruin your sleep schedule.”

“More than it’s already ruined,” Charles pipped, looking at the shared laptop on the table.

You turned your head and looked at Max, “Can we order food and drinks or something?”

Max nodded, getting his phone out. You told him what you wanted, but were interrupted with a scoff from Carlos. Max turned, looking a bit annoyed.

“Everything all right mate?” Charles asked, trying to diffuse the situation. What the three of you didn’t see was Carlos looking at the menu on his phone.

His eyes widened as he realized what he had done. He quickly held up his phone. “I was scoffing at the menu. Everything seems too spicy.” Max melted back into his chair, but you were completely confused.

“You don’t like spicy food? Then why the heck do they call you Chili?” Max and Charles laughed at your question. “What? I’m just super confused.”

Carlos let out a laugh of his own. “No chica. A fan gave me a hat that had chili peppers on it. I guess it just stuck. Kind of like your name.”

You crossed your arms. “It’s my manager’s fault. He’s the one that started calling me kid in the first place. Then Christian somehow found how, then Max, then my strategist, and now everyone calls me that.”

Charles pondered for a moment before speaking, “And why is that?”

You pouted, “Cause in Formula 4 I was the shortest there, and Vito said I looked like a kindergartener who snuck into the middle schooler’s field trip.”

The three men started to laugh while you continued to pout.

“It’s really not that funny,” you pouted. “So why are we talking about upgrades? We’re supposed to be enjoying this relaxing time.” You leaned back into your chair, closing your eyes once again.

Charles started, “Well, on our cars they seem to be doing much better this year with pace, but it’s still not as fast as we’d like it to be.”

You hummed, thinking about what it could be. “It could just be the balance distribution on the corners and such.” You leaned forward again, now hunched over as you looked at the laptop. Your head jutted toward Max. “How much are we allowed to help.”

“As long as we don’t talk about specifics of the car, then we have free range, oh – thank you,” Max was replying but got cut off by a waiter with the food that was ordered.

Drinks were passed around as well as lunches. You quickly grabbed one of your tacos and bit into it. The juices ran down your mouth as you tried to wipe it away. A towel was quickly thrust in your direction. You nodded in a thanks as you swallowed and wiped your chin.

“So, does the car feel unbalanced in the corners?” you questioned to the two Ferrari drivers.

“Non, the car feels good. Our pace is just not where we want it.”

You thought for a moment, “Then it might be the breaking or the overall strategy and tires. You two just need better strategists.”

Carlos ran a hand down his face. “That is what we have been trying to tell them. But every years it’s ‘Oh, they will get better’ but then they don’t.”

You nodded at this information, before taking another bite of your food. A thought popped into your head.

“Could be the new design of your front wings,” you paused before adding, “or the gearbox.”

“The gearbox,” Max said at the same time as you did.

Charles snapped his fingers as his head turned towards his teammate. “That might be it.”

You added, “If the gears don’t shift quickly or effectively, then you’re losing time in the laps instead of gaining. Especially when you downshift.”

Carlos looked at you with amusement, “You really know your cars.”

You shrugged as you took a drink of whatever fruity thing Max ordered you. “I thought about quitting F3 at one point to become an engineer for the cars.”

Max cocked his head. “Why didn’t you though?”

You smirked, “I kept winning.” Charles choked on his drink at your bluntness. “I also didn’t have enough money to go to school for a degree. Thought it would just be easier to continue.”

Charles gave you a sad-ish smile. He knew what it was like to not have enough money to really pursue your dreams. Arthur knew that even more so. He was honestly glad that you didn’t give up or were forced to quit. Then Arthur wouldn’t have met you, he wouldn’t have met you, and so on.

You brought him out of his thoughts, “Or the problem with your car might be just that you simply aren’t fast enough to catch us.” You shot the two rival drivers a wink before taking another sip.

Max shot you a wide smile. “That might be it as well.”

Carlos and Charles rolled their eyes, but both had a smile on their face. Once your food was finished, you stood up, making your way back to the pool. This time, it was Kelly and Penelope’s turn to get some food and drinks, and maybe a nap for P.

You turned to the three before you got in. “Can someone play mermaids with me?”

“No.”

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landonorris if I was there, I would have played mermaids smh

y/n.89 its ok -Charles ended up playing with me and P charles_leclerc yeah, after you threatened ME

y/n-lover petition for Charles to play a mermaid in Barbie 2 if they make one

y/n.89 yes charles_leclerc NO

danielricciardo max got sunburned didn't he

kellypiquet yes y/n.89 that would be correct, lobster right now carlossainz55 he hasn't leaned back against his chair in 15 minutes

maxverstappen1 why does Charles get a good picture and I don't

y/n.89 CAUSE HE PLAYED MERMAIDS charles_leclerc yeah, I played mermaids - take that verstappen maxverstappen1 I will RUN YOU OFF THE TRACK christianhorner please do not

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lucifersglasses · 2 years

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Obey Me Brothers Sleeping Headcanon!!

Lucifer -This only happens if you can get this workaholic in bed in the first place.. And usually he will give in since he wants to big spoon you. Yes. He’s a big spoon. He wants to be the dominant one and protect you (But sometimes will let you spoon him but shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) -His voice.. *Chefs Kiss* is sooooooo soothing, you can practically fall asleep in less than a minute. (I’m sorry his voice is just so calming and attractive- SORRY LMAOOO) -He tends to be very still when he sleeps, I mean STiLL (You wonder if he’s dead or something) -Your sleeping position is either A: He will hug you from behind and breathe in your neck all night, or B: He will lay down flat on his back like usual and have his arm out and keep you in place, while your head is on his chest. -Mutters nonsense in his sleep sometimes, he muttered something about you in his sleep one time and it was so sweet..~ -He doesn’t know, but you somehow recorded it for yourself only. (He did like a whole speech, hmmmm wonder what his dream was about) -The temperature in his room.. I feel like his preferred temperature would be the cold. His room gives huge cold vibes, so bring extra blankets!!! -Usually falls asleep after you do, but if it was a harsh day he will automatically pass out. -Your the only person he will show being vulnerable to, he trusts you and is so soft for you :) Mammon -You IN HIS BED!? WHAT A DREAM COME TRUE! -In with the idea but super flustered and nervous of you both sharing a bed for the first time. -Just letting you know, he is a huge cuddle bug, and his temperature is warmmmm so you probably won’t need any blankets.. unless he somehow hoards them all -_- -His room would be cold, so MAKE SURE HE DOESN’T HOARD!! -Oh he loves the big spoon yes.. but might want to be the little spoon some if he had a rough day.. poor baby always getting insulted by his brothers ;-; -Warning 1 y’all aren’t waking up in the same position ur sleeping in, you will both be scattered on the bed by morning, or on the floor LMAOOO -Warning 2 he drools.. so maybe try not to have him near your hair or whatever lol -Warning 3 he may snore too, so bring earplugs just in case. -Other than that, he loves to cuddle you, and talk to you while you both fall asleep, it’s like a fantasy he’s wanted forever. -You both like to talk before going to bed and it's usually for a couple hours or more since you both really enjoy eachothers company. -He falls asleep first, don’t ask, he just falls asleep first for some reason. -Also pillow fights occur usually before going to bed XDDD Levi -’AHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY S/O IS SLEEPING WITH ME-’ //////// -This man is flustered and rambling all over the place.. -First: he has never slept in the same bed bathtub with someone before- -Second: He is nervous about messing up and you think he is weird or creepy. -And Finally: He is scared about his appearance. -We all know he is super insecure and wants the best for you, REASSURE HIM EVERYTHING IS A-OKKKK. -He sleeps in a damn bathtub.. so at best yall cuddling all night. (Guys imma be honest, his room looks really cool to sleep in, the aquarium and the jellyfish) -Levi would be such a switch between spooning or you spooning him, it's honestly your call if you want to be a small or big spoon. -Last to go to bed, he plays games all night and you best be joining him half of the time. -But he will try to be quiet and play more of a chill game if you had a bad day or just cuddle with you to make sure your ok ;-; -You both have definitely built a pillow fort for a little game date night, maybe more ;) -Pillow Fights occur too! - Overall one of the best cuddlers or best for you to cuddle with since our Otaku is adorable. Satan -Probably one of the most chill to sleep with out of everyone besides Belphie. -He is a bit flustered, but has always wanted to sleep with you and hold you. -Always last to go to bed since he reads for about an hour before he does so, unless you're a bookworm like he is. -Satan loves being a big spoon and having you in his arms.Yall’s sleeping position would definitely be you on top of him with your head in his chest. OMG- I bet he also loves to stroke/ play with your hair before going to sleep- ^^^ -I see his room to be cold, so.. BLANKETS! - He definitely snuck some cats to sleep with and cuddle amongst you both and the blankets and pillows. - And half of the time, you wake up with a book on your head XD -If you had a bad day, he is always there to listen to you, and will read to you if you’d like. -Honestly, the sweetest most considerate partner to sleep with, and will always respect you and big spoon you. Asmo -”Oh MC~ your in for a treat” -Oh you were.. This man has plans before going to bed, going to bed, and waking up- -He already had this planned. I bet you both do some pedicures, facemasks, paint yalls nails, etc, before going to bed, and he will make sure of it. (Unless you had a bad day) -He is such a big spoon, will cuddle into your chest, may give a few pecks there too. -He adores you and loves sleeping with you, he has many fantasies on what he wants to do and try out. -He puffs while he sleeps and it's very cute ^^, but might snore- rarely tho and do not tell him because he will always deny it. -I feel like you both would do pajama runway, if you're both too tired then just face masks and watch a rom com. -Likes room temperature at exactly 71. I don't know why but he says it's the perfect temperature but it is. -You both love pillows, stuffed animals, and wearing onesies. XDD -He wants you to feel good and feel amazing around him, he just wants the best for you and cuddle with you <3. Beel -Doesn’t even blush, he is just excited and has a cute grin on his face- awwwwww ^^. -He is a cuddler, so make sure he doesn’t squeeze the life out of you. XD -You both definitely watch movies and eat snacks before going to bed. If not then you both just cuddle and talk for a little bit about the day and tomorrow and much more! -He loves pillows so you both have lots of pillows in bed, and most of them are food pillows LMAO- -Sleeping position would probably be him big spooning you with his face in your hair, he loves the shampoo scent in your hair, it's calming to him. -He is very warm, so make sure the room temperature is pretty cold so you don’t overheat LMAO- -Sometimes Belphie will join you too and sleep with yall since you both are fun to cuddle with or be near, it's comforting to him. -Beel loves cuddling and sleeping with you overall, very sweet and such a cuddler. Belphie -YeS.. literally wanted this since the beginning. -Right when you even mention the idea he grabs you and cuddles you like his life depends on it. -He loves big spooning you and being spooned at the same time- -CuDDLes are his favorite thing in all of devildom, the celestial realm, human world, please give him the best cuddles. ^^ -You both have definitely used dream potions to be in each other's dreams and explore around them together. -NO ALARM CLOCKS ALLOWED, JUST NO.. Wake up late so you both can be in each others arms still and not be disturbed. -Don’t even ask, yall have done basically everything, pillow forts, onesies, pillow and blanket marathon, you name it. -He likes the temperature cold, meaning A: Having you closer in his arms, and B: More blankets and pillows. -He really doesn’t care what position yall sleep in, he just wants to be at least touching you. -There’s one warning though, he drools. -Overall, Loves sleeping with you, it's his favorite activity and time of day ever.

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spaceagebachelormann · 1 year

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hello 🥺 i just finished shadow and bone s2 and i wanted to ask if you would write some cute fluff for a poly genya x david x reader relationship, please.

being poly with genya safin and david kostyk.

-> ft. genya safin and david kostyk

-> warnings. none!

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oh <3 they are absolutely lovely

they both literally adore you so much

genya wakes you both up every morning, since she typically gets up around 6am and doesn’t want you sleeping in all day

meanwhile you and david just wanna lay there and sleep

genya bby will not allow it

they have very similar love languages!! but ofc there are some differences

genyas are words of affirmation, physical touch, and gift giving (both receiving ofc, genya cares about equality)

she likes to hold your hands and tell you how pretty you are and how much he loves you while giving you a little gift!! her only condition is that you do it back

meanwhile david’s love languages are physical touch, gift giving, and quality time

he likes taking you (and genya) out on walks and picnics and stuff like that where he can hold your guys hands and give y’all random stuff he finds on the ground

they are always right by you when you’re sad. like babes have a 6th sense or something cause you sniffle for a sec or show your upset in some way and those two are by your side immediately

and they’re so sweet when they comfort you!! don’t leave your side unless you need food or water, they listen intently, all the good stuff <3

and they’re super supportive of your interests btw

david hates bugs but if you like them he’d go into the woods and bring you a whole 7 story bug hotel cause he loves you that much

^^ genya doesn’t mind bugs but prefers to stay away from most of them

same for her though

IMMA COME BACK AND ADD TO THIS LATER!! i accidentally posted the draft too soon 😭

#mars writing 🧈#genya safin #david kostyk #genyadavid #genya safin x reader #david kostyk x reader #genyadavid x reader #shadow and bone #s&b #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone x you #grishaverse #grishaverse x reader #grishaverse x you #genya safin x you #david kostyk x you #s&b season 2 #shadow and bone season 2

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rhodesrider · 1 year

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When it’s Time…

Solo S. x Virgin!Black! Fem Reader

NSFW! 18+! Minors DNI!

Warnings: Oral Sex, throat creampîe, rubbing

Word Count: 1.4k

I just don’t know what to do. I’ve tried everything. Different hobbies, I’ve tried video games, knitting, poetry. Hell even other crafts but I can’t get my mind off of sex. More importantly off of Solo. I’m terrified of what he will think. I gave him the whole speech of how I wanna save myself for marriage, save myself for the right one. But now I can’t stop thinking about it. He’s gonna think I’m just a whore…

I sigh as I shake my leg just trying to knit something. I soon heard a car door, had to be the twins and Solo. I heard the door next and I just made it look like my mind wasn’t on nothing, just knitting and watching YouTube. “Hey old lady.” Jey snickered and I threw a wad of yarn at him. I received a hug from Jimmy and Caught the Load of yarn back from Jey. “Next time imma throw one of these sticks.” I smirk. Soon I felt a kiss on my cheek from solo, I glanced as he sat by me looking at my cardigan I’m almost done with. “We gonna let y’all have ya little alone time. Night bro. Night y/n.” They both went upstairs and solo kissed my hand smiling. “How was your day baby girl?” He asked low since it was late and he didn’t wanna wake anyone in the house, his voice could be heard anywhere.

“It was ok. Finished up some work for school and I’m almost done with this little project.” I smile readying the next loop starting it like clockwork. “I’m glad you had a ok day. I miss you baby.” They were at rehearsal all day so I didn’t see him, I only saw him getting up so early then leaving out. “I miss you too baby.” I smiled and turned to him, soon sharing a sweet kiss. But that kiss turned to a hungry makeup session slowly, our fingers roaming, god I want more. He holds me close, moving my knitting he continues, the make out session goes for a hour, I wanted him bad.

“God I’m sorry baby I didn’t know I over did it.” I blink looking to see what he was talking about, my panties had a little wett spot on them. I blush hard and cover myself with a blanket embarrassed. “It’s ok baby um I’m actually a bit hungry.” I could feel him smile and get up. “I’ll fix you some food and we can watch tv ok?” Solo got up and went to the kitchen. Soon I’m receiving a text. Great, it’s from Dasha.

Dede: I know they home because I heard y’all come in did you ask him?

Me: No. And weren’t you sleep?

Dede: I was till the boys came in now I’m just sitting in bed playing animal crossing Looking at Roman sleep. But that’s besides the point, why didn’t you ask him?

Me: I’m not sure…

Dede: You vented to me for 3 hours today. About you feeling like solo was the right one to give that v card too and you didn’t ask him?

Me: ITS A PROCESS TO THIS.

I sighed and threw my phone to the side as solo came back with some food. He gave my plate getting the blanket ready but sad enough I’m still horny. I wanted him bad. I bit my lip squeezing my legs together needing some relief.

“Oh baby I’m sorry. I need to get rid of something, I’ll be back.”

He only saids that when he needs a cold shower, this is my chance!

“Baby wait-“

He stopped from getting up, putting his plate on the table and mine I put on there as well. “Baby, um, maybe I can help with that?” He blinked looking lost. “Baby you wanna..?” He pointed at his shorts and I nodded. It’s been two years, and I never did anything sexual with solo. Im surprised I’m still with him. “Baby are you sure?” I nodded once more blushing and biting my lip. I’ve have dreams of it, just letting him fuck my throat. Grip my hair and just use my throat till he cums down it. He sighed nodding and he started to remove his pants.

“Baby, are you sure?”

I nod once more and he removed his boxers. I blinked and watched as he stroked his long thick dick in front of me. He was big. “Don’t worry take your time, he doesn’t bite.” He chuckled. I got closer and soon solos free hand went to my back rubbing it, comforting me. I sat up to get a good focus on it and started at the tip. Licking and sucking on it slow. Solo blushed shivering some feeling my warm mouth on his sensitive tip. His precum was landing on my tongue, but I continued to go down on the shaft. “F-fuck mamas…” he moaned a bit making me blush and not noticing my panties getting a wett spot again. His groans and moans are so hot. I could hear em all day if I wanted to I wanna hear more. I started to suck him off my mouth barley letting me get to the base of his dick, I felt his hand soon on the back of my head for me to go deeper. I did so gagging on his size and he soon helped me up to check on me. “Baby I’m sorry am I too much?” He asked. He wasn’t, he was just right, him checking on me to make sure I’m ok is making me more horny.

“More,Please…”

He was taken back by my beg. I thought I saw his dick jump from it. He led me back to his dick soon letting me deepthroat, I gag some again but I continue sucking him off. Going down to the base as tears fell as a reaction from my body, but he watched me. I think he likes seeing me like this. He sighed out and bit his lip pulling me up some letting me get some air. “Fuck that feels so good, you’re doing so good baby.” He..is he praising me?! It like my body got more relaxed and my mind is melting. I’ve never felt this way before. He led me back to his cock and held my head slightly. “Baby I’m gonna fuck your throat ok? So just tap if you need air ok?” He smiled and bit his lip, I nodded giving the go and he started throat fucking me moaning out, I drooled in his dick sneaking my hand on my panties rubbing my self teasing myself. He just fucking my throat feeling his dick down my narrow ass throat, fuck I loved it. Was this was it called being used? It felt amazing. “B-baby I’m gonna cum~” he announced and kept going, please keep doing baby, fill my throat up I wanted it for the longest. I rubbed myself more close to my orgasm and soon my face was planted in his pelvis.

The warm nutt down my throat. He groaned as more pumped in my mouth. I shivered as my panties were ruined. He pulled out slow and his dick leaked out cum from his tip, I coughed some and he was gonna help me but I regained myself quick and licked his tip not wasting any nutt. I swallowed and he blushed hard. We both sighed from our orgasms. Looking at each other. “I’m sorry baby if I did too much-“

“That was so good~”

I felt like my mind was re-educated. I looked up at him smiling as he was just taken at the fact of me sucking his dick for the first time. “Baby it’s just I know you like never wanted to really have any like sexual activity-“ “I enjoyed every moment of that solo, I’m very great full that you are patient with me, this was my choice and I made such a great choice to try something. I just need to change my underwear…” I showed him my drenched panties and he blushed more. “You came while you were sucking me off?” He asked in a low voice. I like that tone a lot. “Yes sir I did.” He looked like he wanted to fuck me hard after I answered him like that, I learned that from Dasha. Which means, my dear solo is a bit kinky. I smiled walking away and felt eyes on me the whole time.

Soon a text.

MyJoJo: Baby. I’m willing to wait. I’m willing to do this slow. Until the finale. I love you so much.

I texted him back smiling. I think imma take it slow too until it’s time. It’s gonna be time soon. I know he’s the one to take it but I have to be sure.

✨Thanks @jillnjones57-blog for the idea ✨

#wwe one shot #wwe imagine #wwe smackdown #wwe raw #wwe smut #wwebloodline #solo sikoa

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punkscowardschampions · 7 months

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Jali Pt.2

Johnny: [the question I have to pose to you and Win, cos it’s blatantly obvious they are gonna fuck all night until they literally pass out and go to sleep eventually wherever they are, is do you think we should go for the realistic no fucks given and therefore more dangerous location of them barely managing to drag themselves into the attic, risking mcvickers coming home and being like um whose bike is this blocking us trying to park? Or the more sensible option of getting on said bike and driving to their caravan which is a more deliberate and conscious effort on their part so more unlikely given their no fucks given vibe tonight but safer and somewhere they can stay longer?]

Ali: [Hmm, I think we’ve been pretty kind to y’all so far, so we gotta have y’all stay here and have the freakout when y’all wake up in the morning ‘cos it doesn’t have to completely derail y’all but will be a lil spice, I do vote you left your bike on the curbside though and thus mcvickers don’t need to get involved because that would be more drama]

Johnny: [I like that because he hasn’t been in the attic yet and it’s real that y’all could finally bother to drag yourselves up there, after however long you’ve spent lying in the carnage recovering and in his case just intensely staring at her and stroking her hair and the like, when you hear Tommy come back home as he will eventually have to before mcvickers with those long a&e waiting times or baze who are in no rush to return ever]

Ali: [it shows that y’all are further along ‘cos he’s not running for the window but also just believable in your current vibe tonight, also believable that Thomas may intend to talk to you so perhaps you have to go do that for a bit, thank you for being dressed, in the most random outfit of all time but nevertheless]

Johnny: [no wonder the poor boy is like um wtf, meanwhile this one will just be hiding for however long that convo takes and unlike us he isn’t a nosy bitch who will have fun looking through all her shit in the attic as we established when he was in her room before, so god knows what you’re gonna do with yourself hun, I’m sure even Leesha has gone to bed by now so you can’t even glare at her from the window lol, maybe there’s something random you can fix and do DIY on in there idk]

Ali: [my boo says soz to you, perhaps snoop a little sis, in fairness, Thomas is not a fool and you’re gonna be in a weird ass mood so I’m sure he’s like actually never mind, just assuming she’s too high/drunk for this conversation rn, so you’ll live hun]

Johnny: [mhmm, Thomas being like actually nvm I’m good thanks Imma go to bed is so valid and so amusing, I do vote you bring your husband a drink or a snack or something though like a good wife]

Ali: [my boo says get in the kitchen hahaha, there would be party food going lbr so you absolutely should grab some because giving halloween vibes again, idk what drinks would be left ‘cos we went a little hard by the end there but likewise anything you find, bring it up to him on your head ‘cos gotta climb up a ladder with it]

Johnny: [I’m sure he’ll go to town on it because he’s a teenage boy and those were some strenuous energy zapping hookups y’all had there, speaking of, do we wanna skip to the AM cos we know the vibe is y’all continuing with those antics tonight?]

Ali: [we can probably skip to then, agreed, it’s clearly the weekend so y’all are gonna just wake up whenever you naturally do]

Johnny: [it’s giving that the party was on a saturday potentially because cali went shopping and there was all the baking and getting ready and stuff before, so yeah, at least you won’t have work if it’s sunday now, boy, I think contrary to the time when he woke up before early and snuck off to go there leaving her sleeping, this time she should wake up first and earlier than him because you always do wake up weirdly early after a night out even if it means she’s barely slept]

Ali: [agreed, definitely a saturday into a sunday and all that alcohol turning to sugar giving you weird energy but not enough to make you feel alive lol, you will be the one sneaking away from how adorable he looks, however y’all chaotically fell asleep in the end, ‘cos you need to go see how Rocky is]

Johnny: [leave this boy snoozing, he needs it, we all know he never stops and we also all know that when he does wake up he’s gonna be freaking out about how he’s gonna sneak out of this house without any members of her giant fam realising]

Ali: [you wanna message or wait for her to come back or just make a break for it, what’s your vibe]

Johnny: [hmm, I think I’ll message because it shows progression unlike just risking falling to his death by climbing from this window without a word, he’d wanna let her know he was going at least]

Johnny: I’ll be off then

Ali: You’re awake, you were so sleepy

Johnny: What you awake for?

Ali: Your ego doesn’t need to be offended, too much drink

Johnny: That answer’s offensive to my ears

Ali: Aw, why?

Ali: You know you killed me

Johnny: You’ll put yourself into an early grave with all your carry on and me if I’ve to watch you act up at parties how you do

Ali: Come on, you love watching me at parties

Johnny: Maybe, but for the secret messages you wear at most of ‘em

Johnny: you don’t need the drink and the rest like [Carly’s mum]

Ali: I knew you loved my clothes

Ali: even with that dig, ‘cos I think I’m a few steps off from [Carly’s mum] tah, boy

Johnny: What I’m after saying to you, you’re too young to keep pace with her, she’s a disgrace for it as a grown woman who should have knowing of better behaviour

Ali: I hardly keep pace with her, don’t be ridiculous

Johnny: Watch what you’re calling me for troubling myself about you

Ali: You saw me, I wasn’t wasted

Ali: and you drink, it was a party, I wasn’t downing bottles alone

Johnny: Be why it’s a warning and not a for proper telling off, girl

Ali: And there are plenty ways she acts disgraceful that have nothing to do with any of that surface level stuff

Johnny: You’ve only giving us cause to compare yous this way, think on calming down and I’ll not have to keep on with it or have it in my own head

Ali: You’d not like it if I started comparing you like that to people like her

Ali: Why have you woken up in this mood

Johnny: Was it a lie you’d change if it made a difference? This would but you’re not willing to now I’m asking it of you

Johnny: What else is it you’re lying to me about?

Ali: I’ve not lied

Ali: You’re freaking out because you’re still here, my parents are watching cartoons with the kid in the lounge, go out my window and over the fence, no one will see you, I’ll make sure

Johnny: Don’t you talk back to me

Ali: Johnny, come on

Ali: I’m just trying to help you out here

Johnny: Enough Ali, you’re trying to defend the states you get yourself in

Johnny: I’m no dope, I can be off without your help

Johnny: [leave via the window because this strop fits the vibe of cali needing to go on their sad girl day but I think if we let y’all resolve it after by him literally grabbing her up before she can go into Carly’s that fits the barly convo vibe as well, not him literally stealing her away in front of Carly, how bold]

Ali: [love that for y’all, big brain move, my boo, I’ll just reply to what you said here because she would but then we can move on if he’s done replying here]

Ali: I wasn’t in no fucking state because of any drug or drink, I was because of my sister, which you know

Johnny: [don’t reply because you feel like pure shit reading that as you should, boy, but steal her like I said when cali return from swimming]

Ali: [when you’re cross at him but you’re too shocked that he approached you, even though it’s only Carly around, like excuse me what, bold indeed, sir]

Johnny: [mhmm, can’t be that mad at him when he’s taken such a big risk cos it shows he’s !! and sorry and wants to talk to her, take a detour from Carly’s caravan to yours first though, you can’t talk openly or do anything else until you’re alone inside of it]

Ali: [having to get in front of him so you feel like you’re not just blindly following him, for your own sake and sense of pride here, still coming though, obviously]

Johnny: [set up some mood lighting because it’s november and getting towards evening, it’s absolutely not a stalling tactic, nope, nod towards the ‘friend’ you made her when there’s enough light to see by, which I just imagine is made out of like scrap metal and wood and so cute and slay, again, not a shameless stalling tactic or means to butter her up like look remember what I made for you, it’s ofc just the first chance you’d have to show her whatever this cute thing is, it’s giving Julian Holland whittling bears, but idk]

Ali: [my boo said you will be Julian coded and she’s so right for that, obviously we still have to pick up this cute lil thing and inspect all the as obvious work and effort he has put in to make it, whatever intentions we had, we’re not gonna be a bitch about this adorable gesture, not that kind of gal, still we aren’t verbally praising you, just smiling to ourself here quietly]

Johnny: [I like to think because he knocked that up while she was partying yesterday, today while they were separated he’s done some kind of obvious and necessary DIY to this caravan, something else major y’all needed but haven’t got round to doing yet or had started but not finished cos you’re always hooking up lol, lead her over to whatever that is, keeping hold of her hand while you STARE at her for her reaction and willing her to forgive you because of all these gestures]

Ali: [when this is such a little boy like gesture that you can’t help but be endeared by it, though you should clearly make him work harder for this, you simply have to give his hand a little squeeze because he could’ve spent his day doing something entirely unrelated so it does mean something and you know it]

Johnny: [I love that he has not yet said a word haha, doing one of his very extra cheek kisses, arguably the most extra of these he has ever because we’re !! rn, that moves down to the corner of her mouth how they do, but pausing to LOOK at her intensely instead of just turning it then into a dramatic full kiss on the lips]

Ali: [neither of you has, the silence is so !! and deafening right now, holding your breath and also staying deadly still when he kisses your cheek like that, shutting your eyes too for a beat but it’s as if you know he’s gonna LOOK at you and you have to return it ‘what?’ as the first thing you are saying, having to clear your throat to do it]

Johnny: [‘Am I to be forgiven?’ as the first thing he’s saying, softly and practically into her mouth because of how close to it he still is, very dramatic of you, but you’re nothing if not an intense boy, so]

Ali: [just staring at his lips, which at this lack of distance is no mean feat ‘can you stop doing it?’ as a more genuine question than that sassily sounds because not under the illusion that this is easy, for either of y’all]

Johnny: [‘I don’t know’ cos a very genuine answer here, it isn’t easy and this boy is stressed by the lack of self control he has always around this gal, case in point how he approached her when anyone in his fam could have seen him, doing a sigh fully into her mouth as if by her swallowing it, it’ll disappear and neither of them will have to acknowledge it]

Ali: [your own tennis return sigh here, unthinkingly at this point because it feels so natural ‘I don’t know what went wrong’ shrugging slightly but truly, you were not expecting it at all]

Johnny: [not this boy doing his angsty running his hand through hair move but with his hand through her hair unthinkingly as though it’s his because how close they are proximity wise and emotionally, I’m FINE]

Ali: [making a lil noise about this as you’re registering it, also wrapping your arms around him at the same time, very much comforting vibes whilst still !!]

Johnny: [opening his mouth to say something but not knowing how to express that he feels like he’s losing it and so had a go at her for being a mess because he’s a boy so giving her the kiss he didn’t a moment ago instead, putting all that !! into it]

Ali: [again, should you push harder for conversation here? Probably yeah, but are we going to? No because you know it isn’t a conversation either of you actually have any answers in right now, and he has very much done his version of apologising for it and right now, ‘tis enough for this gal]

Johnny: [y’all have flaws forever and especially rn at this age and in this era, so have your dramatic makeout sesh, it’s okay and it’ll stop me and my ILY curse because he is definitely not ready to say that yet]

Ali: [I do like to think you’re making a very concerted effort and point to stop here before a hookup because when have you ever but you can’t be that cold about it, I’m soz, she’s not that type of bear, to her detriment, we all know]

Johnny: [god bless them, they’re both trying in their own ways, this boy will not be helping her find any restraint because he has none and he will instead be tracing his name on her chest over whatever clothes she’s rocking like he’s gotta check it’s still there]

Ali: [just looking at him, faintly amused, like yeah, it hasn’t gone anywhere yet because y’all are always so dramatic about having to spend any time away from each other, even when self-imposed ‘would it really make a difference?’ referring back to what he said earlier before peacing]

Johnny: [‘Maybe, to me’ blurting that truth out like soz not soz I do want you to behave like a good little wife cos it’s simply who he is and there’s nothing I can do about that]

Ali: [spend some time truly considering this, from his POV because you really did not get what he was getting at with it earlier at all ‘when would we see each other?’ as a genuine question and not a rebuttal because how much time you spend here and around all those peeps is the easiest excuse]

Johnny: [‘I’m not saying you’ve to stay away from every party’ the hilarity of telling her to be there but have self control when he has none, oh sir ‘it’s how you behave at them’]

Ali: [‘how am I to behave?’ raising your brows like lol okay, enlighten me please]

Johnny: [‘less like your pal Carly’ the unspoken or her mother lol cos we don’t need to repeat ourselves there ‘you’re a smart girl, I don’t know why you’d not act it instead of up’]

Ali: [‘because they’re parties, I’m not going to show up with a book’ full shade at Rosaline there that you don’t even know about but for our own satisfaction ‘you act like it was me who did all that stuff with Moses and Ronan’ ‘cos excuse me, we’ve not partaken in that messy drama]

Johnny: [shaking his head in a you know what I mean/why can’t you at least meet me halfway sense of being pure frustrated that she’s not seeing his point ‘no I don’t’ said like if I was treating you like you were involved in all that we wouldn’t be here doing all this cos he hates Carly with the fire of a thousand suns]

Ali: [‘I can try, I’m just saying I don’t know what behaviour I’m correcting here’ because truly, like I don’t think I’m misbehaving so how am I gonna be able to get this right, raising your arms and then shrugging because we can’t think of any way to word this differently]

Johnny: [‘I’m only trying to look after you’ genuinely because that’s how he sees it, when she’s wilding, especially at functions he cannot attend he can’t do that]

Ali: [LOOKING at him for a couple beats here ‘okay’ quietly but definitely like that’s that settled, stroking his face where he got injured earlier]

Johnny: [LOOKING back at her in a way that’s screaming ILY because he do and that’s why he’s feeling so cray, literally picking her up too easily to show her how small and fragile she is and carrying her to the bed she made, lying her down on it cos he knows how little sleep she got last night from how late they passed out and how early she must’ve been up to be before him]

Ali: [kissing him as he’s carrying you, however distracting that is because you have to, lacing your arms around his neck, casually rubbing the muscles into his shoulders because whatever this is, you know he’s been STRESSED and you hate it always, attempting to pull him into this bed with you right now]

Johnny: [going too willingly into that bed with her because he would’ve missed her SO much during the however many hours they were separated and the fact he caused said separation doesn’t change that, plus he has been STRESSED and did not sleep well either and hates when they fight however big or small, unless it’s fighting like they did in that psych ward car park lol, pulling into him when they’re both there, kissing her so intensely and so lovingly it’s somehow both soft and hard at the same time]

Ali: [making a happy noise that’s like there we go, that’s better because already feels it, cuddling him into us, rolling so we can get on top of him and cover him like a weighted blanket about this, still kissing him of course, deepening said kiss when you’re the one on top of him because you have a lot of feelings rn ‘I’m sorry’ said into this kiss moment]

Johnny: [wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her to him so they are both being squashed to the same extent which is not too much but a comforting amount, nodding while kissing her back like I know you are and I am too, adding a ‘yeah’ for double confirmation of this in place of his own actual sorry how he has done before]

Ali: [‘yeah?’ right into his mouth and doing a lil giggle because you do think he’s adorable and you’re too happy to be snuggling again, doing a now happy sigh also fully at him, doing little scratches along his arms wrapped around you ‘you know I’d do anything for you’ quieter, as a reminder]

Johnny: [when her lil giggle has him rolling them again so he’s on top of her in such a !! hot move because he loved it that much, on top of her pulling her top up/down/undoing buttons on it depending what sort it is so he can dramatically kiss the name cos both obsessed always, whilst also touching where the initials are on her arse as he rolls them over, through whatever clothes she’s wearing ‘you know how important you are to me’]

Ali: [just laughing more like hey because you only just got there and y’all are always playfighting but you’re too soft for that moment right now, holding your breath at this touch and closing your eyes shut tight about it ‘I know’ a little breathless from having to hold it there when you do speak with all the !! of that statement, snaking your hands under his top to trace your name at the same time as his antics here, kissing from his lips to his cheek]

Johnny: [just here dying from how high his emotions are and everything she’s doing because her adorable laugh followed by her breathlessness is really too much for this boy on this day, making such a NOISE about it that’s too extra for the antics she’d doing which are v tame atm]

Ali: [such a sucker for this boy forever and always, instantly here CLUTCHING at his chest at this NOISE, kissing from his cheek way more messily to his ear and down his neck, giving him little nips and sucking at his pulse in his neck AGGRESSIVELY, gotta make his heart beat faster, obviously]

Johnny: [which it absolutely will along with turn him on SO MUCH instantly which she’ll be able to feel because he’s still on top of her and the involuntary movement when she’s sucking on his pulse is only gonna make it more shamelessly obvious, though he’d be moving to wrap her up in his arms and big spoon her making her feel even smaller than she is, taking his own turn to kiss her neck v softly in contrast as they move]

Ali: [your own noise only being muffled by the way you’re PRESSING your face into his chest now as hard as you can feel him pressing into you ‘this is all I want’ like I don’t need any parties if we can do this always, kissing your name on his chest like you’re again making this better because always reopening all your wounds, working your way down his stomach, still making sure you are cuddled up in his arms because love it]

Johnny: [‘have it’ as breathless himself now as she was before as he pushes himself against her harder like there you go, playing with her hair and the key like he can’t decide which in this moment because love them both]

Ali: [pulling back only so he is pulling at both your hair and this chain around your neck because how else can we show how turned on we are ‘this is all I think about’ so seriously like I am unable to think about anything but you, boy, you better know it’s mutual ‘thirteen…’ seemingly out of nowhere but you are thinking about how he said he was gonna have 13 sons and 13 daughters for her lucky number and how much fucking that would take y’all]

Johnny: [when you were already living for the lil tug of war she was letting you have and her thinking about you all the time and you’re about to tell her what you were thinking about earlier when you were missing her, like literally leaning to her ear to say something fully in there but then the 13 HITS and of course he knows exactly what she’s referring to so the MOAN and the movement are both indecent ‘of each’ like we gotta remind her it’s not 13 kids total as if she doesn’t have that seared into her brain the same way he does]

Ali: [pulling his face right into you like you wanna be deafened by that MOAN, couldn’t need him closer, shamelessly starting to take off whatever clothes you have on your bottom half here, shuddering at the air hitting you when you do, throwing your clothes away like you got zero use for ‘em ‘cos truly ‘shall you still like me when you’ve made me big?’]

Johnny: [shamelessly staring at the nakedness she’s just exposed to him as if he’s never seen her either naked or turned on before because it always feels like a thousand years to y’all even though it never is, taking off his own clothes without breaking his intense stare at her body, moving his gaze to make INSANE eye contact as he lies back down and says ‘it’s what you’re made for’ rude to suggest girls can only be mothers but it is what you culturally believe so we’ll let you off sir, like ofc I will]

Ali: [the levels of shameless have never been higher here, the way we are just STARING at you lying there and touching ourself, purposefully doing it so you can see as much as you did when we did it for you on your bike that time after y’alls first time, the memory doing as much as what is happening here to have you going HARD with it ‘I’m made for you, you made me’ as a moan]

Johnny: [mhmm, this boy’s eyes have never been darker or more unblinking, living for the mems but also how much things have ramped up since then, it’s got him unable to stay still in this bed even though he isn’t touching himself like she is, GASPING at her moan and what she said with it ‘was god who made you for me’ excuse me basically stealing a normal people quote there but again, tis what he believes ‘and he made you exact as I want’ not you saying this when you’ve spent ages arguing about wanting to change her ways, king of the mixed message is back, never change sir]

Ali: [‘it can’t be wrong then’ shaking your head with the slowness that indicates you’re trying SO hard to hold it together here and keep this pace, not jump him as badly as you desperately wanna and your eyes are betraying too ‘all I want is to have your babies, give you everything you need’ reaching with your free hand to hold his like it’s full on sex with the way you’re shaking and breathing over this]

Johnny: [‘we’ll marry’ like that’s the only thing that could make it wrong, if y’all did not ‘when you’re 13’ because girls used to traditionally get married at that age cos puberty and it’s her next bday + her lucky number + the number of children, the way he so so seriously means this here in this moment like any of this is possible is killing me actually bye, taking her hand and holding it until he can’t cope and has to pull her to him and onto his lap]

Ali: [‘can we, Johnny?’ like you truly believe in a world where your parents are that shockingly out of the loop and permissive, like you’re not far off but sorry girl, not quite, you likewise could not be more serious because why wouldn’t you be, not at all casually letting him feel exactly how wet you are right now without actually putting him inside you, just covering his whole crotch in this messily and happily ‘and your first baby’ll be out of me before I’m 14’ not you almost hinting you could be pregnant, like you don’t know but y’all have been doing everything in your power to make that a reality to so like, not wrong]

Johnny: [everything he was gonna say about how it used to be law and tradition and blah blah blah not coming out because he can’t breathe suddenly at how wet she is and how covered he is in it, twitching underneath her but likewise not putting himself inside her just letting her feel the way he’s basically !! throbbing against her like another dramatic pulse, having to steal one of her big nods again as he dramatically swallows and his breath keeps hitching over and over, finally getting the ‘yeah’ out as moan which is then continuous and all he can say + swear words + all the religious words added to said yeahs as he begins fucking her]

Ali: [could not be riding his dick more chaotically if we had any say over this, which we feel like we don’t at this point, given how slippery you both are and how frantically this boy is moving under us, holding on via really gently holding his throat because not enough to hear all this when you can feel it too ‘I’m a bit scared of anything bigger than you, will you teach me-’ a dramatic pause here because getting that out was hard enough and you have to just allow yourself to make the animal noises your body needs you to here before you can continue ‘- to be a mammy, like you taught me to be your wife?’]

Johnny: [I’m so glad we made his caravan be the furthest away and theirs even further away still because how loud and unhinged this boy is being rn, both verbally and how loud their bodies are, is too much frankly and the whole entire site doesn’t need to know y’all’s insane business like that, catch him holding her face in both his hands so gently while she gets the first half of her sentence out, LOOKING at her the most !! he ever has while he waits during the pause, MOANING her name what would feel like the loudest and most indecently he ever has like he’s gotta to encourage her to continue but really he also just needs to ‘I’ll do right by you, I have to’ the way the I HAVE TO is so !! cos nothing else is an option, that’s all he wants, throwing out the secret lingo words for wife and mother here to remind them both what she is, like ‘you’re …[insert] and their [insert] it’s my duty as your man, and I’ll sure take it on willingly’ the actual forever it would take him to say all this because panting and noises and everything]

Ali: [none of y’all need to know, thank you, this is strictly private, we’re bearing our souls in here in the most unhinged way as per, feeling as if we’ve never fucked him this hard, gotten him so deep inside us because the level of turned on by this we are is out of this world, hence ‘and you’re my [throwing out the secret lingo word for daddy you have also heard because no time like right now to do that to him], still the need of one, of you’]

Johnny: [the way her using secret lingo on him and leaning into this fantasy that she can also be a traveller and one of them, which again is all he wants, has this boy feeling like he’s gonna cum right then and there immediately, only hanging on because he doesn’t want this to be over yet and he’s somehow trying to get even deeper for when he does, literally switching up their position on this bed so it really would be the deepest penetration they’ve ever done, but his every reaction is letting her know the effect that had and how he’s only clinging on through sheer force of will]

Ali: [when the encouragement is so dramatically extra yet entirely real because we’re also that dead, just here spitting out every word you know in this lingo that applies to y’all because if we have to hold back from cumming we have to let go like that]

Johnny: [I’m sure Carly has given her more lessons since that first one so the words she will know by now will have this boy FLOORED, joining in with other extra ones of his own that he hasn’t used before that apply here because likewise simply must until that coupled with the new position means neither of you can hold back any more and you have to cum, together at the same time, for the peak romance of it]

Ali: [I know you’re passing out girl, that was simply too much and you gotta K.O there however briefly about it, no way you won’t]

Johnny: [I’ve no doubt he will too after the intensity of all that, you’ve earned it lads, I also vote y’all should snuggle and sleep for a while, blissfully unaware of the barly happening and poor Carly’s plight, even if you end up waking up at some point to start the insane cycle all over again instead of sleeping through like you need]

Ali: [truly in your own world in here, it’s not getting loud and fighty, so y’all are not going to be made aware of that as it is happening today, soz to barly, in here being married, don’t mind us, you both need to snooze for a decent amount of time to make up for the sleep you missed, also this gal lives for the way you’ve fallen asleep still inside of us so there is definite not so dry-humping happening in her sleep and probably to the point of waking her up]

Johnny: [god bless jali, always gotta outdo themselves as far as being extra, luckily barly have it handled and that was really good without any interference from anyone, y’all included, because yeah, they are a bit busy sleeping and fucking and both at the same time]

Ali: [agreed, y’all don’t need the help, though of course Ali is going to feel guilt because when can she not lol, right now though, could not be happier]

Johnny: [she can’t catch a break, I feel like Carly won’t even tell her because in her head it’s handled and also it isn’t the first time something like that has happened to her but then her messy mum will say something to Ali in passing, probably because she’s salty about the new lock cos it’s not very bestie vibes, and Ali’ll be like ?? UM, but anyway, on the jali front, this is probably a good place to leave them for now? We know the vibe for y’all and Bartley’s bday as the next thing we’re thinking of doing is only just over a week away from bonfire night depending on the date so]

Ali: [yeah agreed, we know where we’re going next and y’all have made up in dramatic fashion so, our work here is done lol]

Johnny: [we’re so great, I love being extra af]

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dreadheadmadi · 3 years

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Not some of the female Obey Me! fans getting pissed off at the male Obey Me! fans cause they’re male. 🤨

Erm, isn’t MC gender neutral in the game? There is no she/her, it’s they/them. Just because MC is a pink sheep does not mean that they can only be female. If the game wanted female fans only, they would have made the MC she/her.

That’s why so many people are in love with this game, because it is gender neutral. So many dating sims and otome games have the standard “young woman with brown hair, white pale fair skin, and brown eyes” as their MC. They immediately label their MC so much to where it can be hard for certain ones to relate to it. Obey Me! is their haven of peace. Males, Non-binary, and or Trans peoples don’t have to worry about not being accepted or not because every aspect of the game is built around YOU — the MC, not the characters or what the devs want. You can’t say it’s a girl’s game because it isn’t and wasn’t made to be that way.

And even if MC was identified as a female in the game, males have a right to play the game still… I mean it’s free and it’s not like they can’t just replace the pronouns with their own when they read the dialogue. The males of Obey Me! are just as into it as y’all, instead of detesting them, love and accept them as fellow fans.

Ladies, stop trying to take everything away from the guys, learn how to share. 🙄✋

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me simeon #obey me belphegor #obey me dating sim #obey me diavolo #obey me luke #Also in my opinion the Obey! Me x male! MC fanfics are some of the best fanfics ever #Some of y’all sleep on them and Imma need y’all to wake up #obey me x male reader #obey me x male mc

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➬ 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗔 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁

➬ 𝗠𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗧𝗮𝗶𝗷𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗻 !!!! 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗲 ?! 🦟🦗🦟🦗

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The sun smacks the crap out of Taiju when you yank the curtains open. The sun rays hit him right in the eyes, interrupting his sleep. Pulling the blankets over his head he tries to continue his deep slumber but you had other plans

Opening up the window you let the cold air come into the room, instantly making the buff man stir under the covers to find a warm spot. Feeling around for you in his sleep, he gives up, feeling that your side of the bed was completely cold. Grunting he turns back to his side while wrapping the warm covers around him tightly so no cold air could reach him.

Going another step further, you flop on the bulk of a man, uncovering his face to wake him up with ghost kisses to his face. You start at is forehead - move to his left cheek then his right. Lastly his lips. “C’mon Tai. It’s late” you whisper. In return you get a grunt and light shove.

Laying chest down on him you start to poke him and run your hand through his blue locks. Booping his nose and opening up his eyes, he finally peaks his eyes open giving you a straight but calm look. “Why are you like this ?” he smile unraveling himself from the covers to expose his naked upper body to trap you in his hold. Tattoos glistening under the rays of the sun and skin starting to perk with goosebumps from the cold air.

“I let you sleep in long enough. The business ain’t gonna run itself , ya know ?”

“I have workers for that, sweetheart. There’s no need for me to go in”

“I got a call from there just now. Your little worker bitches got in a fight over who admires you the most. You need to go deal with that” you get out his hold and get out of bed to fully slide the window open and let the cold - cold air wonder fully in. “Ohhhh - A special someone called saying they wanted to meet with you. So imma need you to get up and at least get dressed”.

“Someone ? Who the hell would want to see me ? Except for you of course” you can feel the sly smirk sliding across his lips.

“Shut the fuck up” you throw a shirt at him before walking out “the special person it Hakkai !!” You yell out making your way downstairs.

“Hakkai ?…that’s not new. He’s been wanting to hang out more….” Taiju whispers to himself. His heart warms up as he repeats your words over and over. He was happy to know that his younger siblings were reaching out. He was also happy because if it weren’t for them, he wouldn’t have met you.

“This is (y/n), don’t try to hit her” Yuzuha glared at him when you two walk into the house with Hakkai close behind.

“I don’t care. Just don’t piss me off” he glanced over his shoulder and quickly goes back to what he was doing. Only thing was that on that one little glance, you caught his attention and he had to double take what he had just seen. Turning his whole body around his eyes fall in contact with your and you roll your eyes at his way of being then going back to talk to with his siblings.

Your stops at their house became more frequent when you saw Hakkai with a swollen cheek and Yuzuha with a purple mark on her neck, with signs of choking.

You bust through the doors of their house and walk right up to the Black Dragons leader who was lounging on the couch with his feet kicked up on the coffee table. “The hell did you !?”. Taiju didn’t even blink and yet didn’t know how he had a gun to his chin and you on top of him.

He didn’t feel rage. It was more of a flustered feeling . Him avoiding eye contact was what gave it away. He sat there still not knowing how to react - he sat there waiting for you to pull the trigger.

“(Y/n) please don’t”

Hakkai grabs your arm making you pull the trigger and missing your aim. Next thing y’all know - Taiju is laughing at you having guts to even threaten him. “Not bad. You didn’t completely miss” he point to his tattooed - grazed shoulder.

After the confrontation at the church, Taiju left but found a way to get to you. He remembers picking up the phone anxiously to dial the number he was provided. When your voice was heard from the other side of the line - he froze.

It took some good convincing to get you to go out with him but at the end you noticed his character change. You saw that he wasn’t the same. He was more calm. Less annoyed and with no animosity circling him. It was like being in a presence of a whole different person.

From there things came to be to what they are now. You still being friends with Hakkai and Yuzuha, you let them take all the time they needed to ease into the idea of having an actually bond with their older brother. A sibling bond where there was no physical nor mental violence.

“-pa”

“Helloooo ?! Papa !!!!”

A young boy with blue hair and the same eyes as him looks up at Taiju - calling for his attention.

“Hm ? What’s wrong, shorty ?” Taiju looks down at the boy, bringing him up in his arms

“ ‘M not short” the child pouts

“Of course you aren’t….For a three year old” he laughs bouncing the young boy in his arms. The laughter erupting from the child was what made Taiju feel complete. He was the missing puzzle that completed the agonizing puzzle Taiju used to be. He had you, his siblings and last but most important his three year old son who had his looks but your personality - a sprinkle of Yuzuha’s spunk with a dash of Hakkai’s shyness.

“Uncle Kai is here…mommy said hurry or she’ll drag you down” his son smiles not having a clue of what he just said. He was asked to deliver a message not to understand it after all.

Knowing that you were capable of doing exactly what you said, Taiju sat his son in the middle of the bed and pulled out clothes - showing the child the options to choose from. “Help me pick, buddy”

Once finally dressed the father-son duo make their way downstairs to be received with laughter coming from you and his siblings. Hakkai looking up - he smiles seeing his brother and nephew approaching. He gets up to greet his brother along with his sister. Small hugs with cherished hello’s are exchanged.

“Just came by to see how things are, ya know ? Heard that something happened at your place of work. Bet being the boss scares the hell outta those employees” Hakkai jokes

“I’ve been wanting to punch a few of them” Taiju adds a chuckle to his statement but everyone knew that he was being serious.

“I can punch them !!” The blue haired boy exclaims with pride, showing how he’d punch one of the hosts that once flirted with you.

“No,baby - Let’s put ketchup in his pocket” Taiju’s smirk appears once again.

“C’mon Tai, do better. ” You grab your beloved son from him

“Don’t be a pussy, Taiju. Pour hot sauce into his drink” Yuzuha adds in

“Yeaa. We can watch him try to calm the heat in his mouth but we’ll add hot sauce to any other beverage” Hakkai instigates smiling

“We can even eat while watching him” you wiggle your eyebrows adding into the ‘plan’.

“Wow …..We aren’t a normal family…..” Yuzuha states states the obvious.

“Far from it” You say grabbing your coat

“I like it 🤷🏻‍♀️” Hakkai shrugs opening the door to greet the ice cold wind.

“Same here” you all agree that normal wasn’t the best word to describe the family. Even if the family wasn’t normal; to all of you it was normal and didn’t mind having it that way.

“Let’s not get arrested though”

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I just know that this man became a softy after the timeskip. I mean look at him. He showed that he cared for his brother on that time line where Hakkai dies. Not only that but I truly feel like he always cared but he just didn’t know how to show it so he resorted to violence to show that he did.

#taiju x reader #taiju x y/n #taiju shiba x reader #taiju shiba x y/n #yuzuha shiba #tokyo revengers yuzuha #yuzuha x reader #hakkai x y/n #hakkai x reader #hakkai shiba #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader

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sleepdeprivedsloth · 3 years

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In the Dead of Night

[MHA - Midoriya, Bakugou]

summary: Not wanting to return to a nightmare, Bakugou spends the night alone in the common area. That is, until Midoriya finds him and tries to get his old friend to open up with an effective technique from their childhood. (platonic BakuDeku tickle fic)

potential warnings: swearing, tickling

words: 1.5 k

a/n: ahhh my first fic!! …kinda hoping no one sees this but yeah imma post it anyways haha. hopefully whoever ends up reading this will enjoy it! happy national tickle day guys :D

Bakugou stared blankly out of one of the windows in the common area, gazing into the empty void that was the night sky. He rarely ever was awake during the dead of night, but yet here he was. Sleeplessly seated on the couch, long past the time his classmates all retired to their dorms.

He would much rather be asleep, heaven knew he needed the rest, but he was not going to risk returning to his nightmare. The experience felt more like he actually relived the sludge monster incident rather than only a dream. He could never willingly go back to that.

His mind being in its own world, Bakugou didn’t quite catch the faint sound of footsteps that grew closer. He vaguely recognized the familiar noises of the refrigerator door opening and closing before he was brought back from his daze by a hand offering him a bottle of water in front of his eyes.

Bakugou looked up and spotted no other than Izuku freaking Midoriya. He felt his facial features try to form a glare out of a force of habit, but his body was too exhausted to actually comply. Reluctantly, he grabbed the water bottle and took a sip as the green-haired boy wordlessly sat on the opposite end of the couch.

Midoriya, whose brain was still in the waking-up process, had just been awakened a few moments ago with his throat strongly craving for some cold water. Maybe it was due to the fact that his mind was still a bit clouded with sleep, or that the two boys had been sitting in silence for an uncomfortable amount of time, but Midoriya actually broke the silence and spoke up.

“What are you doing up at such a late hour?” he asked, turning slightly in his seat so that he could study Bakugou’s reactions. Midoriya didn’t know what he expected as a response, probably a snarky reply or just outright rage, but what he received definitely shocked him.

Bakugou completely ignored him and avoided any chance of eye contact by staring straight ahead. It was as if he didn’t know that his classmate was sitting not even three feet away from him. Midoriya immediately became more attentive and alert, his Kacchan Radar going off like crazy. Bakugou never missed an opportunity to pick a fight with or insult anyone, especially Midoriya.

To his credit, Midoriya took a moment to consider his options. He could go interrogation mode on Bakugou, but he doubted that the blonde would actually open up to him like that. Maybe he could just sit there in silence until Bakugou willingly chose to talk to him, but that could honestly take days. Of course, he could go back to his dorm and leave Bakugou alone, which was probably the option that his classmate would have wanted him to choose, but when was Midoriya even known for actually pleasing Bakugou?

Suddenly Midoriya remembered a technique that had never failed him back when he and Bakugou were younger. A method that they had both been sworn to secrecy about, and hadn’t been used in years.

“Why are you down here so late, Kacchan?” Midoriya asked again, grinning slightly, this time punctuating the other’s name with a poke to his side.

Bakugou let out a quiet yelp, obviously not expecting a small tingling sensation to suddenly shoot through his entire body. He internally cursed himself for showing a reaction and flinching away from the touch.

Still awaiting a response, Midoriya dared to poke again, but before his finger could come in contact with the boy’s body, Bakugou abruptly brought himself to his feet and made a move to leave the common area.

Midoriya quickly and quietly followed suit, walking up behind his unsuspecting classmate. He tasered his index and middle fingers into both of Bakugou’s sides, latching onto them and relentlessly digging in. “C’mon Kacchan, talk to me!”

Bakugou had to squeeze his eyes shut and cover his mouth with one hand to prevent himself from making any noises that could potentially wake up his classmates. He desperately tried to fight off Midoriya’s fingers with his other hand (emphasis on “tried”), but he was too tired physically and mentally to actually get away.

With the advantage of the surprise attack on his side, Midoriya was able to keep the minimally thrashing Bakugou in his grasp. Being the teasing shit that he is, Midoriya taunted, “I bet you wanna laugh, huh Kacchan? Go on, you’ll feel better if you just let it out.”

“N-no I w-won’t!” Bakugou argued from behind his hand, struggling to keep the laughter building up inside of his throat under control. “If we w-weren’t in the dorms right now I would not he-hesitate to blast your ass into nehext week.”

Midoriya gave a playful, over-dramatic gasp. “Did the Kacchan just giggle?” He moved his hands up to Bakugou’s ribs and started scribbling his fingers against them, causing the boy’s weak wall of defense to come crumbling down. As Bakugou’s little laughs started leaking out, Midoriya continued wiggling along the sensitive bones and drilling into the grooves between them. “I am now officially addicted, I must hear mor-”

“Hehehaha Deheheku quirk! Quhuhuhuirk!”

Midoriya immediately recognized the meaning of the word and stopped his tickling, letting his own arms drop to his sides. He watched as Bakugou bent over, arms wrapped tightly around his torso, trying to regain his self-control.

Meanwhile, Midoriya’s head began to flood with memories from his childhood, when the two boys had tickle fights almost on a daily basis. To prevent one of them from pushing the other past their limits, they had decided to use “quirk” as some sort of safeword. Midoriya was a bit surprised that he had immediately understood Bakugou’s intended context of the word, considering that it hadn’t been used for what felt like forever.

A soft, sentimental smile crossed Midoriya's face as he caught a glimpse of Bakugou's face for the first time since tickling him. The blonde’s lips were brought upwards in a reluctant smile and a light blush, most likely from embarrassment, dusted his cheeks. If only Midoriya had a camera to capture the rare moment.

“Did it really tickle so much that you had to call “quirk?”” Midoriya questioned, genuinely curious if he had gone too far.

Being somewhat in control of his own body again, Bakugou stood to his full height and faced his former best friend. If Midoriya noticed that his arms were still wrapped around and protecting his ribs, he didn’t say anything. “Of course it wasn’t that bad, dumbass. I-” Bakugou paused for a moment before looking away from Midoriya and continuing in a whispered voice. “I just didn’t want to risk making too much noise and waking anyone up and…”

He didn’t have to finish his thought for Midoriya to catch on to what he meant. He easily realized that Bakugou didn’t want any of their classmates to find out that he’s ticklish, which was understandable.

Midoriya nodded, showing Bakugou that he didn’t need to further explain. They stood in silence for a moment before the greenette chose to speak up again. “So why are you down here so late at night instead of sleeping in your dorm?”

Bakugou’s body visibly stiffened as he quickly cast his gaze towards the floor. If he hadn’t been exhausted beyond belief and still recovering from those nimble fingers that definitely did not tickle him, he probably would have told Midoriya to screw off and mind his own business. But instead, he answered, “If you really must know, shitty Deku, I had a dream about the damn sludge villain. I didn’t wanna deal with that shit again, so I just came down here to wait out until morning.”

Midoriya knew from experience that Bakugou didn’t want comforting words or pity. That would only make him feel even more vulnerable than he already was, and that wasn’t Midoriya’s intention. So instead, he simply replied in an indifferent tone, “Oh, alright then. Mind if I wait out here too then?”

Not waiting for an answer, Midoriya walked back to the couch and sat back down, spreading out comfortably but still leaving more than enough room for Bakugou. The last thing he wanted was for his former childhood best friend to have to recover from a nightmare alone. But he would never say it out loud, for Bakugou’s sake.

Two minutes passed before Bakugou inevitably decided to walk over and take the seat next to the other boy. Midoriya looked over and caught his classmate’s eye, nodding slightly to him with a small smile before turning back to gaze outside of the window.

Having gone from childhood best friends, to bully and victim, to rivals, to… wherever their relationship stood now, the two boys shared a strong bond that neither of them knew how to describe. But just being in each others’ presence in the dead of night, enjoying the silence between them, was comforting.

However, the pair would definitely not be feeling so relaxed if they hadn’t failed to notice a certain pink-haired alien queen that managed to capture a short, incriminating video before excitedly running off back to her dorm only a few mere moments ago.

a/n: thanks for reading, and i hope you guys liked it! i’m still working on that fandom list but yeah MHA will definitely be on there lol. i’ll try to update again soon but until then have a great life y’all!!

#bnha #bnha tickle #mha #mha tickle #katsuki bakugou #bakugou #kacchan #izuku midoriya #midoriya #deku #ler!midoriya #lee!bakugou #ticklish!bakugou #bakudeku #platonic #tickling #tickle fic

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songficsbyrissi · 3 years

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You’re Mines Still (Erik X Reader)

“They say time heals She can't see her life without me, she's so blind still Fuck that nigga, you can tell him that you're mines still” - Yung Bleu feat. Drake

A/N: heyyyy y’all! Back from the dead again! 🤣 here to drop my shit and dip as always. I’m trying to stop that, I swear. Hennyways, I wanna put a disclaimer here: I have nothing against MBJ. I couldn’t care less about the nigga but I thought it’ll be interesting to have this nigga as the boyfriend, instead of making a character up in contrast to Erik. I think it’s perfect because I’m pretty sure they’re two completely different niggas. And I know “mines” isn’t proper English but I’m going with the title of the song so don’t start with me 😂😂😂 Aight imma let y’all read lol. Hope you enjoy it!

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You were doing it again.

You found yourself observing your boyfriend Michael, and comparing him to your ex, Erik. Right now, Michael came into the kitchen and gave you a swift kiss on the cheek to say good morning. It was sweet and nice but Erik would’ve grabbed you by the waist, pulled you in for a long, juicy kiss, followed by a smack on the ass. You found yourself low-key missing that, but you moved on so you had to let that go.

“Michael?”

“Yes, cookie?”

You held yourself back from rolling your eyes. It was a cute nickname, but ever since you told him your favorite dessert was chocolate chip cookies, here this nigga go, making it your nickname.

You shook your head. “Never mind.”

“You seem so distant, babe. What’s on your mind?” He asked from his seat at the table.

You avoided eye contact with him. “Nothing. I’ve just been tired.”

He snorted at this. “It’s because you work too much. I told you to chill.” He got up from the table and kissed you on the cheek. “Alright, I’ll see you later. I gotta go to the office.”

“Bye.” You said faintly as he walked out of the door. That was another thing. Erik could tell when something was bothering you and knew you avoided eye contact when you were lying. Michael just let anything you tell him slide. At this point, you could have a gunshot wound in your stomach and tell him you were fine and he’ll believe it.

You sighed deeply and got your things together so you could go back to your place. Michael asked you to move in with him, but you knew you weren’t ready for that. Not with him.

On your way to your apartment, you remembered you needed to do some grocery shopping, so you pulled up to the supermarket and pulled out your list of essentials on your notes app. The supermarket wasn’t too busy, thank God. You were able to weave back and forth through the aisles with ease. You got to the soup aisle and the broth you needed was all the way on the top shelf. You looked to the side to make sure no one would see you embarrass yourself. Before you could climb, a man’s arm reached up, grabbed the carton of broth, and handed it to you.

You smiled softly. “Thank you so much. I was about to embarrass myself climbing this shelf.”

“I could see that.” The man replied in a familiar voice that caused you to break your neck to look at him.

“Erik....” you breathed nervously once your eyes fell on him. He was still fine as always. The day you run into him, he would be wearing a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. An outfit that gets any girl’s faucet running. You wanted to sneak a glance, but you stopped yourself because you knew he would catch it.

He licked his bottom lip and looked you up and down. Damn him.

“Hey ma...it’s been a while.”

You nodded, looking down at your shopping cart. “Yeah, it has....”

“You still fine as hell.” Erik cracked a smirk and you were getting more and more nervous under his gaze. What the fuck is wrong with you?

You decided to breathe and ignore his statement. “How have you been, Erik?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, which something he always did when he was nervous. Holy shit, he was nervous around you. Why did that bring a pang of joy into your heart?

“I’ve been chilling. I'm still an architect. Still designing houses and getting people to buy them. It’s been aight. I’ve been successful.”

You gave him a genuine smile. “That’s good. I’m glad everything is going good in your career.”

“Yeah, it is. If only you were with me to see it all.”

You sighed deeply, shaking your head. “Erik-“

“I should’ve never let you go, Y/N. You were a good ass woman and you motivated me. I know I messed up but-“

“Erik, I’m kinda seeing someone else right now.” You spat out, preventing him from continuing the monologue he had going. He seemed taken aback by your outburst. Then came denial, anger, sadness, and acceptance all on his face.

“I’m sorry, Erik but I have a new boyfriend now. His name is Michael and he’s great. I figured you should know that.”

Erik let out a dry laugh in response and held his hands up in defense. “Yeah, you know what? I should’ve. A woman like you, of course, a nigga gonna snatch you up. That’s my fault. I hope he treats you well.”

“He does.” You swallowed hard and pushed your cart forward. “You take care of yourself, Erik. I’ll see you around.”

You didn’t wait for a reply. You just continued pushing until you heard his voice.

“You too, Princess.”

You stopped in your tracks for a bit, hearing that nickname for the first time in forever but you continued on your journey, refusing to look back at your ex.

You wrapped up your grocery store trip and went home. Even while you were cooking for your new man, Erik was still on your mind. You couldn’t help but think about all the times you had with him. One memory came back to you and you cringed. The night you two broke up.

“All you can think about are these damn houses! What about our house, Erik?!?!” You screamed coming closer to him, with your fists clenched. “What about all the shit you promised me?!”

“You’re still getting it, Princess! I promise!” He tried to pull you in a hug, but you pushed him away. All you saw was red. You didn’t want him touching you. You stuck a finger in his face.

“Bullshit! I’m tired of your empty-ass promises! I’m better than this! I’m better just being your damn girlfriend for all these years! It’s either you’re wanna be with me forever or you don’t! It’s that simple!”

Erik gathered up all the anger building to yell back. “No! It ain’t that simple! You just don’t get it.” Your angry demeanor softened at his words and you took a seat on the leather sofa. You wanted to cry because this shit was so fucking frustrating. You looked up at him with all the sincerity you could muster.

“Help me get it, Erik. Please. Because I just don’t.”

Erik took your trembling hands into his larger hands. “I just...I just don’t see myself as your husband right now. I got a lot of shit to work out before I can make that type of commitment to you, ma. I just need you to understand that and stick with me. I’m not saying it’s never going to happen. I’m just saying now’s not the right time.”

As much as you tried to prevent it, it happened. Tears were rolling down your cheeks. Erik began wiping them off, but you backed away.

“You keep saying that. When is the right time, huh? When?” You asked then sneered once you saw that once again, he couldn’t supply you an answer. “Just admit it, Erik. You don’t want to marry me. You don’t want to get a house with me, you don’t want to have kids with me. You don’t...” you swallowed hard, trying to find the strength to say this. “You don’t want forever with me. Now I get it.”

Erik shook his head vigorously as you rose from the sofa and he grabbed your hand. “No, baby girl! You’re not getting it! I love you! I love you so much! Please!”

You used your free hand to wipe some more of your tears. “You don’t love me the way I love you, Erik. I’ve been dying to be your wife, but you don’t want to be my husband. So I’m not gonna waste time with you when I can find someone who will.”

You released yourself from the grip he had on you, both figuratively and literally, and packed all your shit up. Despite the protests and guilt-tripping coming from Erik, you still made it your mission to get the fuck out of his apartment and get the fuck out of his life.

After mourning and healing from the loss of your long-term relationship, you met Michael. He was a nice man who looked similar to Erik but was completely different, personality-wise. Your friends noticed how much Michael looked like Erik, but they decided not to bring it up because they knew you would deny it. You were in denial, convinced it was all a coincidence. Deep down, you knew damn well he looked like Erik.

However, he was nothing like him and you thought that would work out in your favor. It didn’t.

You laid wide awake in Michael’s bed. He fell asleep after one round of sex and you were not satisfied. The sex was good, but one round??? Erik used to go at least 3 a night. Erik also would spoon, but Michael was turned away from you, snoring away. Your phone buzzed on your nightstand and you picked it up to see a text from your ex. You sat up in shock and opened it.

Erik:

Ik I shouldn’t b but I can’t stop thinkin bout u. I never stopped.

You took a deep breath and fixed your thumbs to respond.

You:

I’m with someone else, Erik. U gotta respect that.

Erik:

I do I just don’t like it. Can we at least be friends?

You contemplated your answer, then constructed a text back.

You:

Fine. We’ll be friends.

Erik:

With benefits? 👀

This caused you to stifle a laugh that would’ve been loud enough to wake up your boyfriend.

You:

Lmao no! Just friends, Erik.

Erik:

Lol I’ll take what I can get. Good night, Princess ❤️

After that last text, you were smiling yourself to sleep. It didn’t take long for Erik to invite you to group outings with mutual friends to eventually just you and him. It felt wrong but felt so right at the same time. You were alone in Michael’s apartment once again when Erik hit you up asking if you would like to see a house he built that was being pulled off the market. You agreed since you had nothing else to do. It’s just a house.

Needless to say, The house was gorgeous.

“Shittttt look at this fucking closet!” You cooed, entering the large walk-in closet in the master bedroom, and turned around to look at Erik with an enormous smile on your face. “Erik! You did that shit! This is my dream house! If I had the money, I would buy it right now!”

Erik chuckled with his arms folded. “It’s already bought, Princess.”

You scrunched up your face in disappointment as you stood against the marble island table in the middle of the room. “Ughh for real? I bet they don’t even like it like that!”

“Nah...I do.” He walked up to you slowly.

It didn’t click for your slow ass what he just said. “Of course you like it. You designed it.”

“Nah, we designed it.”

A record scratch went off in your head and you turned to see Erik right next to you. You gazed into his eyes to see an emotion you couldn’t describe. He saw confusion in yours.

“You ain’t noticed how this house is exactly your dream house? Everything you wanted in a house is right here. Baby girl, after you left me, all I could think about you and us and how I fucked us up. I was designing other houses and buildings, but there’s one that was most important to me that I never focused on and that was ours. I remembered our discussions and you didn’t know it, but I took notes of everything we wanted in a house. I finally had the motivation to get it designed, built, and bought.”

Erik built a house for you. He actually listened to you. Even when you thought he wasn’t, he was listening to every detail of what you wanted. You had so many questions to ask, but you were speechless. What were you supposed to say to this?

“I don’t want you to think I was on some creepy nigga shit because I wasn’t. It’s just that this design was gonna go to waste and I was going to let them sell it to the highest bidder, but I just couldn’t. This house was the last piece of you I had left. If I sold it, it was like me officially giving up on the possibility of us. I still had that hope. I’m a stupid ass nigga, I know.”

Your right hand grasped his left hand and he finally spared you a glance to see unshed tears in your eyes.

“I wanted this....from you....for so long. For so long! Why are you giving it to me now?! When I have someone else?!” You threw his hand out of frustration and exited the closet. You didn’t make it far. You just went into the master bedroom and cried your eyes out. You waited so long for this and he’s giving it to you now? When Michael was in the picture? Well, It’s too damn late.

Erik got on his knees and grasped your knees. You stared at him through the tears in your eyes.

“I know you’re building a life with this nigga, but stop. Stop that shit. You know he ain’t the one for you. Fuck that nigga. You’re mines still.” Erik was pleading with you. He began to shed a tear. Holy shit, he meant every word. “Baby, I’m on my knees. Take me back.”

Your ex began planting tender kisses on your knees and traveled up to your thighs, still holding you. Your heart raced at his actions, but you didn’t want him to stop. You missed him. You missed him so damn much. As much as you tried to lie to yourself, you still loved him.

“Erik, get up.”

He obeyed and you took his face in your hands, caressing the sides.

“You’re such a fucking manipulative motherfucker and I hate that I love you so fucking much.”

Erik took your hands into his and kissed the insides. “I ain’t trying to manipulate you, baby. I swear I’m not. I love you and I just wanted you to know that I heard you. You just wanted a nigga to show you that he was serious about you. I get it. While you were gone, I focused on myself and fixed myself because I admit I was dragging my ass with doing that while we were together. It was because I thought you were here to stay so I had all the time in the world to get my shit together. When you left, I saw that I was wrong. I was wrong as fuck.”

You didn’t say anything. You just let him keep talking.

“I love you, baby. All I’m asking for is a second chance to make this right, but if you say no, I’ll sell this house and leave you alone for good. I swear on my Pops’ grave, I’ll leave you the fuck alone, Y/N.” His words were so heartfelt. “I don’t wanna go unless you make me.”

You were hyperventilating through your tears, then a smile formed across your face. “Erik, I love you. I love you so much, baby.”

Erik tackled you with frequent kisses on your lips and it turned into a whole passionate make-out session. He planted kisses all over your neck while he unbuttoned your blouse and you could feel his hard dick through his pants.

“Fuck. I missed this. I missed us.” You breathed when his lips met yours, once again.

“I missed us too, baby.” Erik rested his forehead against yours and stared into your eyes with so much love. “Be my wife.”

You backed away from him and furrowed your eyebrows. “What?”

“You heard me. Marry me, baby. I don’t wanna waste any more time.” He saw the look on your face and his joyful expression turned somber. “You don’t want to marry me?”

You shook your head. “It’s not that, Erik. I always wanted to but just because we getting back together doesn’t mean I wanna rush into a marriage. We gotta fix us first. We can’t even fix us right now because I still have to break up with Michael.”

Erik put a hand through his hands and blew air out of his mouth. “You right.”

“And the way you asked sucked.” You deadpanned but found yourself laughing afterward and he face palmed himself. “Seriously? After all this time, I deserve a better proposal than that.”

Erik chuckled and placed a soft kiss on your lips. “You right. Once again. Imma do better.”

And when he said he would do better, you knew he wasn’t just talking about the proposal.

“You better. I ain’t giving you a third chance. This ain’t baseball!”

This caused him to guffaw, pull you into a tight, loving embrace, and kissed you once again. He had a grin on his face that rivaled the Cheshire cat.

“You’re mines still,” Erik said as a statement and a question.

“Yep. I never stopped being yours, baby boy.”

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bobbys-naughty-corner · 3 years

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So I’m sitting here naked day dreaming about Bokuto because H O R N Y. So Imma write it down for y’all

Taboos

You didn’t hear the door open to your shared apartment. You didn’t hear him come up the stairs. You didn’t see him staring at you from your door way. Your towel on the floor, body sprawled out on the bed. Greased skin shining under your wired Christmas lights you hung around your room. When you moved your ass jiggled and his dick twitched at the sight. He couldn’t look away. He didn’t want to. He wanted to walk in there and take all of you for himself. Bokuto pulled out his phone and slowly crept into your bedroom. He took pictures of your ass, side boob, he was even brave enough to push your ass up and take a picture of your vagina. His hand gently rubbing your ass. Giving it a light squeeze and jiggle before he moved away. Groaning as your back rose and sunk from your heavy breathing. He left your room, closing your door quietly.

Bokuto immediately stripped his back pack, sweater and sweatpants. Crawled into his bed and palmed himself through his briefs as he swiped to every picture he took. Thinking of how warm and amazing you must feel. He couldn’t stand it. His hand fisting his cock as he imagined the feeling of your pussy around him. He came so fast, a big load just for you. His cum hitting the screen of his phone and his hand, warmly falling down his skin. The swell of his cock not going anywhere. He wasn’t satisfied. So he did it again. Panting heavily to your photos, squeezing tightly around his dick as he let drool fall out of his mouth to the tip. He dropped his phone and humped both hands. The cold air was torture to his dick. He pictured you under him, spreading your cheeks and begging him to violate you. He came again. A loud moan ripped from his throat as he sprayed his sheets with his thick semen. Out of breath pants leaving his mouth as his hips bucked every time his cum shot out. If he made a mess like this with you, would you lick it up? The thought of you licking up his cum made him hard again.

He let out and aggravated grunt as he got of of bed. Heavy foot steps heading for your room where you still slept. He entered quickly and stood over you. He stroked his dick right above your ass. You wouldn’t wake up if he touched you right? He climbed over you, straddled your legs and jerked off on your ass. What if you woke up? He can’t rape you. But he was too lost in the moment to even think about the consequences. He pulled his shirt up in his mouth and muffled his grunts. His hand rubbing your ass again. This time though instead of letting go he moved his hand lower. Right to your little core. His finger slipping between your folds, you were really wet. “Did you fuck yourself to sleep? Naughty girl.” He said to himself but aloud as if you could hear him. He wanted to feel how tight you were so his finger carefully sunk into you. Your walls hugged his finger snugly, like a gently hug. “Do you think I could fit in here?” He said aloud. His finger moving back and forth, in and out of your hole. He pumped his cock with the same grip your pussy had on his finger. “You’d fit so nicely around me.” He continued to say lewd things aloud. Maybe hoping to fill your dreams with his words and actions. “Can I put another finger in?” He asked, not bothering to wait for a reply because he wasn’t expecting one. He added another and pushed his fingers in deeper. Your walls clamping on his fingers. “Such a greedy pussy. She knows exactly how to make a dick feel good.” His fingers thrusted faster and his hips humped his hand harder. Bokuto curled his fingers and your body flinched. He twisted his wrist around to put his thumb on your clit. You tightened up and let out a moan. Bokuto watched your body stir under him. You could stop him if you wanted him to stop. So he kept going. Letting his hips fuck his hand into you while he fisted his cock. Your back arched and you gripped the sheets tightly.

“I can make you cum. Do you want that?” He asked you. You nodded your head and he chuckled. Stopping all movement over you. He got off of you and flipped you over. He pulled your hips over the edge of your bed and dropped to his knees. His eyes gazing at your twitching pussy. Spreading your lips with his thumbs and inhaling the scent your vagina let out. “Such a pretty pussy. So beautiful.” He kissed your clit and your hips jumped. Your hand grabbed his hair and pulled him forward. Looking at him wantingly, lust in your eyes with a hint of adoration. Bokuto reflects your look and smiles before using the same two fingers to enter your hole. “I would love to call this pussy mine. Can it be mine forever?” He asked against your clit. You blushed but stayed quiet. You wanted to say anything that would make him happy but you knew this was wrong. Him fingering your vagina, you letting him violate you so hungrily. I mean what could he be thinking? Wasn’t he already talking to some girl? He talked about her like he was in love. Your snapped from your thought when he kissed your clit again and gave you a whined “please.” With lustful eyes. You shuddered and nodded your head. Biting your lower lip when he smiled and suck on your clit. “Say it.” He said then starting to give your clit licks with the tip of his tongue. “This is your pussy Bokuto.” You moaned and bucked your hips. He didn’t respond, just slapped your thigh causing you to Yelp in pain. “Koutarou.” He said and licked your clit faster and finger banger you till your eyes rolled back. Your neck hanging back as your vision turned white. Your hips rolled on his mouth and you let out a groan as you bit your lip so much you left deep marks and a tingling numbing pain. He kept his mouth on you until you actually cried for him to stop.

“You taste so good. How about you taste me.” He let your body slide to the floor as he stood up. Your bottom lips swollen from sucking and biting on it. “Come on open up,” he pressed his tip on your lips and you opened your mouth wider. His cock tasted like sour, tart, spit. And you loved it. Your hands laid flat again this pelvis as your head bobbed up and down his dick. Sloppily slurping, gagging and moving your head around. His eyes widened as he stared down at you. His left hand on your curly hair and his right hand holding up his shirt as he fucked your mouth. “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! Fuck! Your so hot!” He thrusted faster and even gagged you to where your snot came out of your nose. He called you a nasty, slutty roommate. Your hands massaging his balls, tired of them slapping your chin. “Oh yeah. I want you to swallow my cum. Drink my cum baby.” He pubes hitting your nose as his hips abused your mouth. Jabbing the back of your throat mercilessly. His hips stuttered as he came down your throat forcing you to swallow even if you didn’t. You didn’t mind though. You wanted to taste him. You are upset you missed that part, wanting to feel him cum on your tongue as your taste buds savored his arousing flavor. With the last thrust of his hips he pulled out and panted. Hand still in your hair, cock bouncing in your face and you pumped him as he tried to catch his breath. You got up and he kissed you. Shoving his tongue in your mouth and pressing your body against his with one hand and the other pushed down his briefs.

“You want more?” He asked looking down at you. You nodded slightly and he grinned. “You want your roommate to fuck you?” You nodded again. “That’s not how you say it.” He said into your ear. You gasped lightly before backing up. You sat on your bed and scooted back before spreading your legs for him. “Please, please fuck my pussy. I need you.” You begged seductively. Bokuto lunged at you and eagerly slapped your clit with his dick. Grinding your nub a couple of times before lining up at your hole. “So wet, so hot, just for me. Tell me when I get too rough.” He looked at you and waited for your approval. You nodded your head and moaned out when he put the tip in. “You sound so beautiful.” He commented as he pushed himself in more.

Squealing when at your walls stretched to fit his girthy cock. You weren’t a virgin but he was not the same size as the others you’ve been with. You knew he was big, the moment he was in your mouth all you could think about is the stretch he would give you. The pain you wanted. You wanted him to show possession over you, obsession for you, lust and love for you. If you had to share so be it but as long as he made you feel good. “What you thinking about baby?” Your head snapped up at the nickname. “Baby?” You questioned. Couples called each other that. “Baby. Do you wish to be my slutty roommate instead? I much prefer the thought of you as my girlfriend.” He said. Your eyes widened. ‘What was he talking about? And why now?’ “What about-“ he cut you off with a thrust. “You’re mine, right YN? You’re my baby and this is my pussy. You’d give it to me whenever I ask? Right?” He questioned as he thrust into you. You moaned out at the pleasure his dick brought you. Your cum and arousal making a mess between the two of you. “Too good? Cant say anything? Well since you’re my girl it’s only right I give you the best. The best dick of your life soon the best life. Now rub that little clit and keep moaning for me.” His thrust were slow. He was enjoying your embrace and appreciating your body. Permanently storing photos in his mind. Admiring the way your titties bounced and how your broken moans sounded like beautiful music. You felt better than he imagined. Better than his hands. “I want to fuck this pussy everyday. I want to make you sing my name every morning. Come to me.” He leaned over you and you lifted your body up on your arms meeting him halfway. Kissing each other messily, swapping saliva. You held your head back and hung your mouth open letting him spit in your mouth and you moaned at his saliva. Swallowing it and showing him your clean tongue. Bokuto grunted and dipped his head. “Hold on.” His thrust got faster and harder. You cling to his back as he pounded you into the bed. “Koutarou~! Koutarou~!” You yelled. His cock dragging in and out of your slick walls, hips making sticky wet noises as they slapped against yours and your fingers circling your little clit just like he ask.

“Good girl. Such a good girl. Daddy wants you to cum.” Your brain malfunctioned at his praise. ‘I’m his good girl.’ You repeated to yourself. Watching him from hooded eyes, in love with the man above you. Your walls clamping around him as your orgasm was approaching. Bokuto stared at you, watching your fucked out face. You were so beautiful to him. His head dipped to your breast and sucked your nipples. Your body slumped as your orgasm hit. Hips bucking and body fighting him as he fucked you through it. “There we go. Fuck! I’m close!” He sat up and pushed your knees beside your head. He used his knees to bounce and he hunched over you and got really rough. Beautiful pain flashing through your body. Strangled grunts coming from your clenched teeth as he made it hard to breathe in your position. You crossed your eyes when his thumb brushed your clit. “So sensitive.” He commented. He did it on purpose and was happy he did, he got to see such an erotic look from you. He rubbed your clit up and down and you screamed. It was too much for you. “Kou!!” He pulled out at the scream of his name. Fucking his hand, giving you a break.

His cum landed all over you. His thick heavy load painting your body as you panted and shivered from the previous orgasm. “One more time.” He said. You were completely satisfied and overly used so you didn’t say anything. He laid next to you and pushed you onto your side. He lifted your leg and pushed into your pussy. You moaned lightly. Your spongy walls nearly gave him a hard time. He picked up where he left off and you squirmed. Bokuto covered your mouth as you screamed into his hand. His dick angled to hit your g spot. Your walls squeezed and released and he knew he was hitting something in you. “You like that? Right here?” He hit the same spot again and again. “That’s right cum on Daddy’s cock.” Your eyes rolled back at his word. It felt so amazing to release again. His hips stopped and he came too. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! I’m sorry.” He said as his cum filled your womb. He thrusted again letting all of his load fill you. He was already doing it, why stop. Tears trinkled from your eyes as his cock pushed against your cervix, trying to push deeper. You shut your eyes and waited for him to pull out. Bokuto kissed your shoulder let your leg down gently. He rolled you over and pulled out. His cum dribbling out of you, bubbling at your hole and leaking on the sheets. The come on the front of your body now absorbed in the sheets too. You felt so worn out.

Bokuto plopped beside you and rubbed circles on your back. “You’re now mine for good.” He laughed. “I’ll buy you plan b later.” He kissed your floppy hand and fell asleep beside you.

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tchallasbabymama · 3 years

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All For Us Chapter 9

Hey y’all, thanks for being patient with me on this one, but it’s finally done! Not to be the bearer of bad news or anything, but there’s only one chapter left (and maybe an epilogue) on our journey with Mira, Erik, and Cupcake. If you’re just here for Killmonger, I have a couple Erik oneshots heading y’all’s way in the next few weeks. Also, check out The Temple. 😉

As always, don’t forget to look at my masterlist to read my other stories and oneshots, and let me know if you want to be tagged in anything. Like, comment, and reblog away! 🥰

CW: a little smut

Word Count: 6,481

Erik’s eyes flew open as he bolted upright through the sand that covered his body in his temporary grave. He was in the heart of the temple where the Black Panther ceremony took place, the City of the Dead. The lost prince pulled himself from the sand and brushed the clay-colored sediment from around his eyes as he climbed the stone staircase leading up into the garden of the heart-shaped herb. When he made it to the top, Erik took a deep breath before stepping into the garden. To his surprise, nothing caught on fire like in his previous dreams. His shoulders relaxed as he took another step into the garden, and another, and another until he was face to face with Bast’s statue. A smile took over his face as he knelt at her feet.

“Took you long enough, Jaguar.”

Erik lifted his head, and her celestial glow nearly blinded him as he laid his eyes on the panther goddess once more.

“Long enough for what?”

“For your senses to come back, obviously.” Bast circled him and laid down, licking her paw. “Pretty soon, you won’t have to be asleep to talk to me.”

“What made you change your mind?”

“Oh, I had nothing to do with it.”

Erik turned to face her and sat back on his heels.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I never took them away. You did.”

“I’m not following.”

“Your guilt blocked your senses, Erik,” she sighed. “You had been holding onto pieces of it, but you finally let it go.”

“I felt guilty for ruining our marriage,” Erik mused aloud.

“But you didn’t, so congratulations,” she said nonchalantly. “That’s not why you’re here, though.”

“Ok, what’s up?”

Bast chuckled at his informality.

“Last time we spoke, I said I would need you to do something for me. I’ve finally made up my mind as to what that is.”

Erik sat with bated breath as he waited for his assignment. For a moment, he was reminded of his military and mercenary days, except this time, he was being given a mission from a goddess. His goddess.

“As you know, Wakanda has never had a Golden Jaguar before. You are an anomaly, but that is a good thing.” She stood up and started walking, making him rush to his feet to follow after her.

“It is?”

“Yes. You know, the good thing about cycles is that with destruction comes rebirth…change. You’ve forced Wakanda to change, and you’ve forced me to think some things over. Truthfully, after the little stunt you almost pulled, I did think about removing your powers. I don’t need to preach about it, though, since you already know all about your wrongdoings, but I heard what you said about your people. We have neglected them, and for that, I have no words of apology that would adequately ease your pain. The Lost Tribe, as my people have come to call you, needs a champion. Wakanda already has theirs, but since you seem to rather enjoy toying with colonizers, I have an assignment for you.”

Erik’s ears were trained on Bast as he hung on every word she said. He walked next to her as they made their way through the catacombs towards the temple’s entrance.

“Before you came to Wakanda, you were involved with Klaue and his hunt for vibranium. Your vast knowledge of African and diasporic artifacts combined with your training makes a great equation for what I need you to do.”

“Which is?”

“I want you to act as the Golden Jaguar on the Lost Tribe’s behalf. I recognize that as just one person, you can only do so much, which is why I will talk to T’Challa about you heading his Wardog program. I would like for you to have an army of spies at your disposal to act instead of just watch and report as they have done in the past.”

“So basically what I wanted to do before but without the world domination?”

“Precisely,” Bast chuckled and stopped walking at the door to the temple.

“Ok,” Erik thought on it as a smile crept up his cheeks. “I’ll do it.”

“I knew you would. I think you’ll like my first assignment. Well, second. First, you need to stop avoiding the City of the Dead in your waking life. You need to go visit the garden.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Erik said, his nerves twisting in his gut at the thought of actually stepping back onto the sacred land.

“Now, my second assignment: artifact reclamation. Instead of searching for vibranium, which you might find, I want you to return items to their rightful owners.”

“So, stealing,” Erik deadpanned.

“Yes, but for a good cause. I will let you work out the details, but the point is to return the power to the people by building them back up, brick by brick. They were separated from their gods, so the Ancestors and the Orishas are working on bringing them back to us spiritually. They are still working on getting other spirits and pantheons on board...alas, my brother and sisters are choosing to take a more passive approach.” She sighed. “The Lost Tribe was taken from the land, so T’Challa has already spearheaded initiatives to build up other African countries that need his assistance and bring the Lost home to the continent. Now, I need you to bring our belongings home. Our thrones, our art, our history. Take it back. Bring it back to its rightful place.”

“I’m with it, but, um...how am I supposed to do this without getting caught? If shit just starts disappearing en masse, somebody’s gonna notice.”

“They won’t disappear. The colonizers won’t even know they’re gone.” Bast flicked her tail mischievously. “Your wife designs kimoyo beads, does she not?”

“Well, yeah-”

“And your cousins are scientific geniuses, correct?”

“Yes…”

“Then I’m sure that between all of your big beautiful brains, you can figure out a way to make replicas of the artifacts.”

“Why does that compliment feel like an insult?”

“I like you, Jaguar,” The goddess chuckled. “Now go enjoy your time with your wife.” She winked at Erik as she nudged him out into the brightness shining from outside the wide-open temple doors. Erik returned to consciousness, and he was shocked by the feeling of Mira’s mouth traveling up and down his shaft.

“Fuck, girl. This how you waking Big Daddy up now?”

She popped her head off his tip, and he groaned at the sight of a bridge of spit still connecting her to him.

“Good morning, baby.”

“Mmmm, good morning to you, too,” he grabbed her loose curls that she had forgotten to tie up the night before. The silk sheets kept her hair soft and bouncy as her hair spilled over his fist while it rested at the back of her head. He pulled her in for a kiss, and then she went right back to taking him down her throat. “You’re gonna make me nut all down that throat, Princess.”

Mira’s hand cupped and massaged his ballsack while she sucked on his bulbous head. Her tongue swirled around the tip, and her other hand traveled up and down his length, making his toes curl.

“Fuuuuck, you remember just what Big Daddy likes. Imma bust a fat ass nut, girl,” Erik groaned through gritted teeth. Mira giggled at her control over him and continued to work his dick. Her nose reached his pelvis as she took him down her throat, and he came with such force that she almost choked. Almost.

When she pulled off of him, she tongue-kissed his tip before sitting back on her haunches and wiping her mouth. “How’d you sleep?”

Erik let out a breathy laugh, “Like the dead.”

“Yeah, I’m surprised you didn’t feel me moving. You were out cold.”

“That’s because I was talking to Bast.”

“What’d she say this time?”

Erik sat up against the headboard and motioned for her to come to him. Mira crawled up his body and straddled him, sliding down on his dick so that they were connected as deep as they could be. They had always been like this; whenever they needed to have a serious conversation, Erik would set her in his lap and have her take all of him. They both reveled in the connection they had in that moment, and even in their stillness, their united bodies responded to each other as the words fell from his lips.

“She wants me to be the Golden Jaguar officially,” he said as he kissed down from Mira’s ear to her shoulder.

“What does that mean?” Mira asked, barely above a whisper.

“She wants me to be a champion for us, the Lost Tribe. Wakandans have T, so I’ll be protecting the rest of us with the Wardogs.”

“How, though? That’s so many people.”

He came up from kissing between her breasts to look her in the eyes. “Well, remember how I told you about the museum heist to get the vibranium?”

Mira nodded.

“She wants me to steal artifacts from museums and shit and return them to where they were stolen from.”

“That sounds right up your alley,” Mira snarked, and he tickled her sides, making her pussy clench around him, and he let out a groan at the feeling. He grabbed her hips and moved them back and forth.

“It is. I can’t do anything until I visit the garden of the heart-shaped herb, though.”

“Why?” she moaned.

“I’ve been avoiding it,” he sighed.

Mira pulled him into a kiss and cycloned her hips as she wound on him. “Do you need to go alone, or do you want me to come with you?”

He connected their foreheads as he pushed his hips forward into her, and she called out his name.

“I need to go alone.”

Their hips ground into each other as the sexual energy inside them built up slowly and erupted through their bodies. Erik placed kisses all over Mira’s face and neck as she caught her breath from the intensity of her orgasm.

“How about I make breakfast?” Erik asked, and Mira simply nodded and kissed him. She moved to get up, but he held her down. “Nah, I didn’t say right now.”

After another round, the two of them separated from each other, if only because of the rumbling of their bellies. They showered together, and Erik couldn’t help himself from bending her over and eating her pussy and ass from the back. Pretty soon, he was balls deep inside her again, and when he came all over her cheeks, he about keeled over from the way the orgasm shook through his body.

“Aight, I need a break,” Erik said, and the two of them shared a laugh as they finished their shower without any more funny business.

“Can I have one of your t-shirts?” Mira asked as they slathered themselves in shea butter.

“You can have anything you want, Princess. MIT or Navy?”

“MIT please,” she cheesed at him.

“Coming right up.”

Erik left the room and returned with his maroon-colored MIT t-shirt. The same one she wore the first time she stayed over at his apartment back in the day. He knew it was her favorite and the look on her face when he handed it to her was priceless. She quickly shimmied into it while he slid on a pair of sweatpants that left little to the imagination.

The two of them relocated to the kitchen, and Mira toyed around with her latest kimoyo design on her tablet while Erik got to work on breakfast.

“That a new one?” he asked, nodding towards the design hovering over the counter.

“Yeah, I haven’t gotten it to work right, though,” she grumbled as she stared at it. “I want it to be able to apply cloaking tech to whatever it touches, but so far, I can only get the bead to disappear.”

Erik listened to her complain about her failed design for a little while, and when she was done, she turned off the tablet and hopped up on the counter.

“Anything I can do?” Mira asked

“Mhm,” he came over and stood between her legs, placing a sloppy kiss on her lips. “Just sit there looking fine as hell.”

“I’m serious,” she smiled.

“So am I,” he said incredulously with a hand over his heart, making her chuckle at his dramatics.

“Fine, I’ll be your muse.”

“And my guinea pig. Here, try this.”

Erik lifted the spoon to her lips so she could taste the yam hash he had been working on, and her eyes bugged out of her head.

“I forgot you turn into Top Chef after sex.”

“Gotta feed my woman,” he kissed her cheek and cracked a couple of eggs sunny-side up in the skillet.

Mira giggled, and an idea struck her. She reached back for her tablet again and pulled up her latest work in progress, a story about a decades-long whirlwind romance that she had gotten stuck on. All she needed was a little inspiration, and Erik ended up being just what she needed.

He watched his wife type away with a smile on his face. Erik loved watching her work; the look of determination on her face was always so endearing to him. She’d bite her lip and squint her eyes as she tried her best to focus on the task at hand. Erik always thought it was adorable.

The smell of fresh vegetables coming in contact with hot oil filled the air, and Mira’s mouth started to water. She looked up from her work to see what Erik was doing but got distracted by his body. She watched his sinewy muscles moving beneath his textured skin, and a chill went down her spine.

“What the fuck is that?” Erik sniffed the air, following the sweet scent that had just wafted from out of nowhere.

“What’s what?” Mira asked, swinging her legs back and forth.

He turned to face her, and his pupils blew wide as the smell hit him again.

“It’s you,” he turned off the burner and stalked over to her, standing between her legs again and placing his nose in the crook of her neck. He inhaled her scent and let out a growl.

“What is that?”

“My bodywash?”

“Nah, it’s you. What-” he cut himself off when it dawned on him. When he was king for a day, he only smelled fear from those around him. Fear smelled like decay, it smelled rotten, but this was the exact opposite. It was enticing, like the most beautiful forbidden garden, and Erik knew exactly what it was. Her arousal. He bit into her neck, making her moan out as he ground his hips into hers. The aroma grew, and Erik’s composure slipped away the more he inhaled it.

“E-erik, the food.”

He took a deep breath as he stood to his full height. “I can smell when you want me.”

“What?!”

“I wonder if it’s different for every person...shit, I wonder if I can smell other people. I hope not-”

“What are you saying? You can tell when I’m horny?”

“I guess so. I only smelled fear before, but it makes sense. I’m just caught off guard because it hit me out of nowhere, like last night.”

“What happened last night?”

“I could hear your heartbeat.”

Mira’s face lit up, “That’s good, though, right? It means your senses are coming back!”

“Yeah, I’m just surprised by that one. I wasn’t expecting all that,” he laughed.

“So...I smell good?”

“You don’t know how good, Princess,” he grumbled as he finished cooking. Mira crossed her legs, making him chuckle. “That’s not helping. It’s all over you.”

“Damn...what else can you do?”

“I need to test out my strength and speed, but my sight was different, too. Everything was brighter, more vibrant. And my brain moved faster...I don’t know how to explain it. Bast said my guilt was the blockage, so they’ll probably slowly come back over time. After they’re back, I’m supposed to start on my mission.”

“You still felt guilty?”

“I thought I broke us. I mean, I did, but I felt like it was unfixable, you know?”

Mira nodded, “Yeah, it felt like that sometimes.”

Erik pulled the dishes out of the cabinet and set them down next to her.

“Mira, I’m-”

“Erik, if you say you’re sorry one more time, so help me, Bast,” Mira said, making a dimpled smile appear on Erik’s face.

“Yes, ma’am.”

They fell into a comfortable silence while Erik plated the food, and when he handed Mira hers, he left a kiss on her cheek. She smiled and hopped down from the counter to sit at the table. When she sat down, she couldn’t help but stare at Erik as he walked over. Her man, her formerly violent man was really chosen by a goddess to protect Black people around the globe.

He noticed the look on her face and couldn’t quite place it. “What?”

“Nothing, just...look at you, doing the work of gods now.”

“I bet you never thought you’d say that about your mercenary husband,” Erik winked at her.

“Sure didn’t,” Mira laughed, “but it fits. You always had it in you. You know, I’m glad I came out here. I wouldn’t get to see this new side of you otherwise, and so far, I like it.”

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A couple of hours later, Erik found himself in front of the City of the Dead with his palms sweating and his breath shaking. He wasn’t sure why the temple unnerved him so much, but it did. Erik knew he had to do what Bast told him, though, and took a step forward. He climbed the stairs to the ornate stone doors and waited as they slowly opened for him. Erik was met with the sight of a surprisingly calm woman in purple robes. He recognized her as the woman he had choked out, the new head priestess.

“My prince,” she saluted him. “Welcome. I have been expecting you.”

“You have?”

“Of course. Come in.”

He hesitantly stepped forward again and entered the temple. A chill went down his spine as the doors shut behind them, and he looked around the space. He had only been there once before in his waking life, but this time it felt different. It probably had something to do with the fact that she wasn’t scared of him this time around.

“What’s your name?” he asked nervously.

“I am Zaya, my prince.”

“You don’t have to do the whole ‘my prince’ thing. Especially since I...you know.”

“Yes, I remember.”

“I’m sorry about that. I should’ve never put my hands on you.”

“I have spoken to Bast about it, and I forgive you. Just don’t let it happen again,” she warned.

Erik put his hands up in defense, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Good. Now, you are here to see the herb, no?” She started walking, and he followed behind her.

“How’d you know?”

“I spoke to Bast, remember?” She quipped with an eyebrow raised.

“Heh, yeah,” he chuckled nervously and cleared his throat. “I don’t know why I’m so anxious.”

“I assume that is a normal reaction when reckoning with your past.”

The two of them traveled deeper into the temple, and when they reached the door that led to the garden of the heart-shaped herb, he froze. Zaya looked back when she no longer heard his footsteps and smiled warmly, reaching out her hand to him. He took it, and she led him through the doors. Erik almost wanted to close his eyes, but he knew he had to face his past actions head-on.

He looked around, and his breath caught in his throat when he saw there were dozens of tiny glowing purple buds just begging to become full-grown flowers. He laughed in disbelief at what he was seeing. He had burnt the garden to ashes, but now here it was, thriving in spite of him.

“It took us a while to get them to grow again, but thankfully we were able to put out the fire before the roots were harmed,” Zaya spoke as he wandered through the garden in awe.

“And these...they still work?”

“The princess took a sample and tested it in her lab. According to her, this new batch might be a little different, but they should still work. Bast has given them her blessing, so that is enough for me.”

“So, I didn’t ruin Wakanda’s future like I thought...”

“No, just a bump in the road,” she smiled.

Just as he was about to respond, the strangest thing happened. His eyes were trained on one of the buds, and suddenly he could see every little vein in the leaves and the detail of the curled-up petals. The color became brighter and even more purple than most people could comprehend, and a tear rolled down his cheek as he smiled.

He could see again.

“Are you ok?” Zaya asked tentatively.

Erik cleared his throat, “Yeah, I’m good. It’s just my senses are coming back, and...they’re beautiful.”

“And resilient.”

He laughed and wiped the tear from his face.

“How about I give you some time alone?”

“Thanks, Zaya, that’d be great.”

She bowed her head in deference and went back the way they came. When she was gone, Erik let out a sigh as he took in the sight before him.

“They really made it…”

“Of course, they did. Did you think I would leave my people defenseless?” Bast’s silky voice rang out through the temple, and he turned around to see her standing there in her mostly-human form. She was a statuesque and curvaceous woman with the head of a panther and locs that spilled over her ebony shoulders. Erik dropped to his knees as she walked towards him. “No need for all of that. Stand up, Jaguar.”

He laid eyes on her once more as he rose from the ground. Her glow was almost blinding, but his eyes adjusted quickly.

“I can’t believe I’m seeing you in person.”

“Get used to it. I like to pop in on my champions every now and again. Sometimes in dreams, sometimes in your thoughts, and sometimes in person. It all depends.”

“On what?”

“On you and what you need, or what I need from you.”

“Ok, so what do you need from me?”

Bast chuckled. “Truthfully, nothing this time. I just needed to see you face-to-face.”

“You don’t have an assignment for me?”

“Not yet. I know how much you enjoy the sanctuary, so I’ll let you stay there a little whille longer. Plus, you are just now mending your marriage and need time to spend with your wife and child before I call you away.”

“How much time?”

“Enough,” she winked.

“You’re so cryptic,” Erik chuckled.

“Yes, your cousin thinks so, too. However, I prefer ‘mysterious.’”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he smirked.

“Well, I don’t want to keep you long,” she sighed. “You have some party planning to do. They grow up fast, don’t they?”

“Especially when you miss a couple of years,” he murmured.

“Which is why I’m giving you at least a year before I call on you. Make good use of it, Erik.”

“Yes, ma’am, I will.”

“Good. Oh, and one more thing, Erik.”

“Yeah?”

“Try running back to the palace,” she winked again as she shimmered away, leaving him alone in the temple.

Erik tried to contain himself as he left the garden and ran into Zaya.

“Was your ‘alone’ time fruitful?” she asked knowingly.

All he could do was beam at her with his megawatt dimpled smile.

“Very.”

Erik said goodbye and ran back through the forest to the city, his heart beating out of his chest in excitement. His superhuman speed carried him back in no time as the wind whipped against his body. A smile was plastered on his face the whole time, even when he slowed down as he reached the outskirts of Birnin Zana. He hurried to the palace as inconspicuously as he could and happened to run into Mira just as she was leaving. When she saw the look on his face, she couldn’t help the grin that took over hers.

“So, how did- Erik!” She squealed as he picked her up and twirled her around with barely any effort.

“They’re back!”

“Your powers?”

“Well, yeah, but the heart shaped herb is coming back!” he peppered kisses all over her face and neck while she giggled. “You’re more beautiful than I ever imagined you could be.”

“So I take it your vision came back, and you’re super strong again?”

“And fast. I ran here in like twenty minutes.”

“From the CIty of the Dead?!”

“Mhm,” he nodded as he set her back on the ground.

“Damn, baby, that’s...that’s amazing.”

“I need to test them out some more, so I’m gonna see if T has some time to spar. You going to the lab?”

“Shopping, actually. Okoye and Ayo took Imani so I could get some last-minute party stuff.”

“Need someone to carry your bags?”

“Oh, hell yeah. Especially since you got that jaguar strength again.”

“Lead the way, beautiful.”

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Early that Saturday morning, as the sun crested over the trees, Mira and Erik stood on the tarmac watching as the Royal Talon descended from the sky. Mira was almost shaking with excitement as the doors opened and T’Challa stepped out, followed by some of her favorite people in the whole world.

“Titi!”

SJ ran down the ramp past the king and flung himself into his auntie’s arms. She held him tight and rocked him from side to side as Stef and Ana approached, with Daveed teetering between the two of them.

She looked up at them and gasped, “Oh my god, he can walk now? How long have I been gone?”

“Girl, too long,” Havana complained as she wrapped her arms around her sister-in-law.

Stefan was next to greet her, and his eyes stayed glued to Erik the whole time as he enveloped his sister in a bear hug, “We missed you, Sammy.”

“No, you miss my cooking,” she laughed as she crouched down to say hi to her littlest nephew.

“You remember Titi Mira?” Ana asked him, and he shook his head, hiding behind his dad’s leg.

“That’s ok, we can get to know each other while you’re here,” Mira smiled at him and stood back up.

“Who are you?” SJ asked when he finally noticed the man standing behind his aunt.

“SJ, this is your Uncle Erik. You might not remember him but-“

He thought about it for a moment before it dawned on him. “Do you still have all those bumps on you?”

Stefan tried to hold in his snickering, and Havana hit him in his chest.

“Uh, yeah, I do.”

“That’s so cool!”

“Heh, thanks, lil man.”

“So, brother in law…It’s good to see you,” Stef deadpanned. He was clearly not feeling Erik anymore.

“You, too, man,” Erik went to dap him up, and he stared at his hand in contempt.

“Stefan, behave,” Havana said with a roll of her eyes. “Hi Erik, how are you?”

“Much better since I’ve been here.”

“Good, good…”

T’Challa had been standing to the side while the family reunited but decided to intervene when things got awkward.

“Stefan, Havana, let us show you to your quarters.”

“Oooh, our ‘quarters,’” Ana sang excitedly. “Sounds so fancy.”

“It’s a palace, Ana. Of course it’s fancy,” Stef grumbled.

She cut her eyes at him. “Don’t act out in front of company.”

Mira chuckled. She hadn’t realized how much she missed hearing their playful bickering.

As they made their way through the place, Stef and Ana stared slack-jawed at their surroundings while SJ ran ahead of the group.

“You live here?” Ana asked.

“Mhm. It’s gorgeous, right?!” Mira bragged.

“That’s not even the word…”

T’Challa smirked as he listened to them compliment his home.

“So, where’s the birthday girl?” Stefan asked.

“She is with my mother and Ororo.”

“Ororo?” Stef stopped in his tracks. “Munroe?!”

“The one and only,” T’Challa grinned proudly.

“Holy shit…”

“Language,” Havana chided her husband as she covered SJ’s ears.

“What is it with these men and cursing around children?” Mira shook her head at her brother.

“Girl, I don’t know, but let’s get back to Storm. How’d y’all meet?”

“She’s his girlfriend,” Erik nodded towards his cousin.

“Dang, how’d you get her? I mean, I know you’re a king and all, but- Wait, are you a mutant, too?” Stef asked.

T’Challa and Mira made eye contact, and she nodded for him to continue. They were family and would most likely be seeing a lot of Wakanda, so they’d find out eventually.

“I am enhanced, yes.”

“Like Steve Rogers?” SJ chimed in excitedly from a few feet ahead.

“He wishes,” T’Challa complained under his breath as they stopped in front of the door across from Erik and Mira. Both of them chuckled at the king’s arrogance.

“So...you’re enhanced. Why, though?” Stef asked.

They entered the suite, and the interrogation was cut short when the Greenwoods saw how beautiful their temporary home was.

“Holy shit…” Ana mused as she covered SJ’s ears.

Mira gave them a quick tour while T’Challa and Erik hung back in the living area.

“So, you and Stefan-”

“He never liked me, and I made things worse by disappearing,” he shrugged.

T’Challa nodded as he changed into his suit.

“Oh, so you’re coming all the way out?”

“They will find out eventually, so I might as well get it over with.”

Erik nodded as Mira rounded the corner and saw T’Challa in his suit. She smirked and called SJ. He ran back into the room and froze when he saw Black Panther standing there next to his uncle. Ana was next to round the corner and looked at her son questioningly before she looked up and saw what he was staring at with his mouth open.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said with a hand on her hip.

“About what?” Stef came next, and T’Challa’s mask disappeared into his necklace. “This place is insane.”

SJ couldn’t move. He was looking at his favorite hero in the entire world, right there in the place he’d call home for the next week. His mind could barely wrap around what he was seeing, and he couldn’t process his emotions. Tears started flowing down his face, and a sob wracked his body.

“Hey, hey. It’s ok, baby,” Ana crouched down and wiped his tears as Stef came over with Daveed on his hip.

“You’re not excited to see Black Panther?” He asked his eldest son.

SJ shook his head, and T’Challa deflated. Erik kept his snickering to himself, but Mira shot him a look anyway.

“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to upset him.”

“He’s just in shock. It’ll wear off eventually,” Ana said as she brushed SJ’s locs out of his face.

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It took way longer to wear off than they thought, and by the time they arrived at the party venue in the palace’s botanical gardens that afternoon, he still hadn’t said a word. T’Challa tried to speak to him a couple of times, but he shied away behind Mira or his parents. Eventually, Erik convinced him to give the kid some space and pulled the dejected king away to the other side of the garden. While the other kids and their parents arrived, SJ kept looking at T’Challa out of the corner of his eye.

“You know, he doesn’t bite...or scratch,” Mira leaned in and said to her nephew as she sat down next to him at the kid’s table. “In fact, he’s pretty cool once you get to know him.”

“Does Imani know?” he spoke up for the first time in hours, and Mira was happy to hear his voice again.

“Oh, yeah. He told us when we got here, but it’s a secret so she pinky promised not to tell. You know, I screamed when I saw him.”

“You did?!”

“Mhm. He really needs to learn how to ease people into it, huh?” she asked as she poked at his side, making him giggle. Stef and Ana watched from a few yards away and smiled with him while they kept a watchful eye on Daveed as he waddled around the flowers.

SJ nodded in response, and Mira kissed his temple before getting up and leaving him to ponder her words. Right when he had worked up the courage to speak to his hero, Erik announced that Imani was on her way with Ororo and Ramonda.

“I can’t wait to see my baby girl!” Ana squealed.

Mira excitedly grabbed Erik’s hand, and he kissed her knuckles, making Stef narrow his eyes as he and his family hid behind a mango tree.

Imani appeared with her auntie and future cousin, and T’Challa recorded as she squealed excitedly at seeing everybody. A’Kidi, Kofi, Sanaa, A’Sami, Ade, and all her other friends from school greeted her with a loud “Happy birthday!” The newly five-year-old’s tunnel vision made her almost ignore her parents and other adults completely until Erik picked her up and gave her a sloppy kiss on her cheek.

“Happy birthday, Cupcake!”

“We have a surprise for you,” Mira sang.

“What is it?” Imani asked excitedly.

Erik set her down and turned her around as Mira motioned for her family to reveal themselves. SJ ran out from behind the tree and nearly tackled his cousin to the ground while her aunt, uncle, and baby cousin took a calmer approach.

“There’s the birthday girl!” Stef exclaimed while his eldest son continued to squeeze her tight. SJ let her go, and she ran into her uncle’s arms. Ana crouched down next to him, and Imani threw her arms around her neck.

“We’ve missed you so much!” Ana said as she fought tears.

“I missed you too. Wakanda is so cool! I can’t wait to show you everything,” Imani babbled.

“Did you know about Black Panther?” SJ asked, still a little nervous about meeting his hero.

Imani nodded, “I promised to keep it a secret, or I would’ve told you. It’s so cool, right?”

SJ nodded, and Imani dragged him off to meet her friends.

Erik couldn’t keep the smile off his face if he tried as he watched his little social butterfly play with her friends and cousin. It wasn’t until Mira came up and nudged him that he even realized he was staring.

“You ok?” she asked.

“Hm? Yeah, I’m fine,” he said as he put his arm around her and kissed her temple. “Just reliving some things.”

Mira looked at him curiously and he continued, “One of the few good memories I have from childhood that we talked about in therapy was my seventh birthday party. This kind of reminds me of that.”

Mira smiled as they stood there and watched Shuri, Ororo, and T’Challa play with the kids. The king regaled them with stories of his adventures, and Shuri let them ride on very slow hoverbikes while Ororo harnessed the wind to lift them up and let them fly a couple of feet off of the ground. The kids were having a ball, and their parents seemed to enjoy themselves as well. Okoye, M’Baku, and a couple other people gravitated towards each other and fell into conversation about being single parents. However, the rest of them spent most of their time ogling the royal family.

Eventually, it was time to eat and the parents were able to corral the kids into sitting down at the table. After stuffing their faces with an array of Imani’s favorite foods, Mira led the “happy birthday” song as she and Ayo carried out a huge Doc McStuffins birthday cake. Imani and SJ were the only kids who knew who she was, but everyone enjoyed the cake nonetheless. Erik couldn’t help the tear that almost came to his eye as he listened to his wife sing to their daughter, just like his mother had done to him. Loudly and slightly off key. Next, Shuri led the group in a Wakandan birthday song, and Imani blew out the huge number five candle in the center of the cake.

Mira kept stealing glances at Erik as he sliced it up and handed out pieces to everyone. He looked so happy. Even when one of the kids tripped and got icing all over his pants leg, he just kept on smiling.

Even Stef noticed the change in his brother-in-law’s demeanor and brought it up to Ana, “He smiles too much now. It’s weird.”

“It’s weird that he’s happy?”

“No, it’s just weird to see. He used to be so…”

“Surly and unapproachable.”

“Yeah, exactly.”

“Maybe you should get to know him?”

“Hmph,” he grunted in response. Ana decided to leave it alone for the time being and left his side to go talk to Erik.

“You think you can handle the sleepover?” she asked him.

“Thank Bast it’s not all of them.”

“It’s not?”

“Hell no, just her little crew,” he pointed to A’Kidi, Kofi, Sanaa, A’Sami, and Ade. “I’m not taking care of all these kids.”

Ana laughed, “Understood.”

“So...your husband still doesn’t like me, huh?”

“Can you blame him?” Ana deadpanned.

“Nah, I’d be the same way in his shoes.”

“He’ll come around eventually...maybe,” she said as she placed a comforting hand on his arm before being pulled away by her son to watch the Black Panther and Storm show off their powers some more. SJ still couldn’t bring himself to speak to T’Challa, but it was a start.

As the party wound down and most of Imani’s classmates went home, the few that stuck around relocated inside to the Stevens’ suite in the palace. Even with a handful of screaming children in his home, Erik was on cloud nine. He loved to see a smile on his Cupcake’s face, and he wondered if he looked that happy when he was a kid. He concluded he probably did, and as the kids watched an animated movie, he and Mira curled up on the couch behind them. While the rugrats were distracted, he pulled her chin up to plant a kiss on her lips.

“What was that for?” she smiled.

“I’ve just been thinking…”

“About what?”

“About making more good memories, you know? Some of the happiest times in my life were times just like this…and time spent with you.”

Mira looked down with a smile on her face and he brought it back up to look in her eyes.

“Marry me again.”

Her eyebrows damn near reached her hairline and a Grinch-like smile crept up her face as she nodded.

“I’d love to.” Next Chapter

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yumehoxo · 3 years

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⚠️WARNING⚠️ kinda 15+

Modern AU Eren HC: (Taking care of you)

。If he saw you sleeping somewhere and you didn’t have a blanket he would most definetly come and bring you one, and make sure every inch of you body is covered.

。I feel like if you had online classes and he knows your tired he won’t wake you up but instead join the classes and text/tell the teacher the camera doesn’t work (or something like that) and take notes for you so you don’t miss anything.

。If he saw you crying he would come and cuddle you so your against his chest and then he would ask you if your alright (this was so mf cute to me 🥺💓✨)

。I feel like he would lowkey be scared of y/n when their on they period but he would still bring them food and stuff.

。Gets the bathtub ready for you after a long day.

。Makes you food and cuddles you when your feeling down.

。Would rush over to your house/dorm/apartment if you said you were hungry at 3am and was going to the gas station:

“Imma go get a snack at the gas station”-y/n

“What? No your not, not this late at night. Wait until I get there and I will take you.”

。After getting your food he would get mad at you since you wanted to go alone lmao

。stays the night at your place almost all the time (just forgets that he owns his own place lol)

。When your sick he’ll stay over at your place the whole time and take care of your housework and making sure your getting everything you need. (He would give you a lot of forehead and neck kisses too and tell you how cute you are even when ur bedridden 🥺🥺✨💓).

。When he see’s that your overworking yourself he would pick you up and put you over his shoulder and take to the couch or bed.

。I feel like he loves to tickle you just because he thinks your laugh is so frikin adorable.

。Acts like a big baby infront of you and try’s to make u laugh all the time, but when he’s infront of other people he would act so stern and cold.

。He tries to do your hair and when he finsihes he thinks he did such a good job and has the biggest smile on his face and your just there within your hair all messed up like “haha... thanksss eren” 🧍‍♀️😳.

。If y’all get anything with frosting he’ll take some off of his and put it on your face and grin like a big idiot.

Anywayssws I do requests! So if u want me to do anything just lmk love y’all *mwuah* 😗😋🥰💓✨

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introverted-sugar · 3 years

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Ugh 😑

Heads up, this is a minor rant! Proceed with caution.

I feel like such a shit friend for what I’m about to express but I have to get this off of my chest because I have no one else to complain to. Also, I know I’m a great friend but I’m very particular about how I do things and I need to be at peace when I’m somewhere

So, my birthday is in a few days and I’m going to Miami/islamorada/key west for 10 days. I’ll be in Miami for 4 days with my girl best friend, and then “Travel daddy” the remainder of the trip.

So me and my best friend are similar in the sense of us being laid back and chill, we don’t do too much, when we go out we’re not twerking on table tops or fighting or any of that ratchet bullshit (now don’t get me wrong, you put the right song on and I’ll shake these cheeks but i just don’t like that type of attention, I sucked as a stripper 😂) But we are also VERY different. I like to try new things, eat at kind of fancy restaurants (if I’m paying, VERY fancy on a “mans” dime 💁🏽‍♀️) , I don’t like to go to clubs and if I do I’m definitely leaving early, lounge by the beach/pool, swim, snorkel, bike ride etc. So I’ve been trying to plan stuff for us to do but it’s hard because I have to take her into consideration (I’m used to traveling alone or with some man that’s trying to please me so I’m usually able to just do what I want )

Here is a list of grievances & concerns I have thus far:

1: She doesn’t really like sushi. Yes, that’s petty but I have dinner reservations the night of my birthday at a sushi place with a tasting menu. She said she was okay with going but eh idk, and then is she going to be cool with the price tag of the tasting menu? Any tasting I’ve ever done all the people at the table had to do the tasting menu

2: Piggy backing off of the first point, her sister is flying in the same day we are to help her friend that’s getting a BBL down there (😑, I’ll explain why I’m not a fan of her sister later) but we arrive at like 12, she’ll be arriving around 8 pm..the time I made reservations at the sushi spot. So earlier we were on the phone and she said “oh yeah such and such gets there around 8 I told her WE would come pick her up from the airport” Pause! WHO? Not I! I said “that’s the time our reservations are for” she was like “oh well she can just meet us there” 🤦🏽‍♀️ now remember I said I don’t do too much, I’m quiet and reserved. Her sister, not so much. She’s not about to embarrass me and she’s DEF not chilling at the hotel with her loud ass. My thing is, how tf you inviting people to MY birthday dinner. I honestly don’t wanna see her sister at all while we’re there, but I’m willing to meet her somewhere for an hour or so and then leave ✌🏽

(I don’t like her sister because the very first time I met her a couple years ago on NYE she basically got us involved in a literal BRAWL at a HOUSE PARTY in the heart of west philly of all places 😑 long story short the whole party beat her sisters ass for walking in and tAlking shit, and then Her sister stole someones whole car at the party, I guess when they were jumping her someone’s keys fell out of their pocket so she took the keys and figures out which car it belonged to and stole it, like it was just a ghetto ass mess)

3: She keeps asking me the same questions over and over. We have had this trip booked for MONTHS, literally, I like to be organized and plan shit out, but every week or so it’s “so where are we staying again” “how much is it” “do you think my hair will last if I get a frontal” to which I replied BITCH NEVER, just get braids or locs, of course she just got a sewin/frontal earlier…okay but I warned you sis😖. now mind you this will be her first time in Miami so she wasn’t really trying to pay the price (half) for the hotel I booked. I’ve been to Miami plenty of times on top of actually living there and there’s no better deal we’re going to get on south beach, with all the amenities that the hotel offers, I’m very good at planning and booking trips and finding the best deals so I was highly irritated when just a week before our trip shes tryna find cheaper places. I told her she can look but it needs to at least •be in south beach •be on collins/ocean drive and •have a pool (unless she could find an Airbnb). Y’all she sent me all these bullshit ass links to places in HOLLYWOOD (which I actually love but I said south beach…), Miami Gardens 🤮, and ft. Lauderdale and they didn’t have any amenities and were MORE money. In my head I was like “bruh nevermind we’re staying where we’re staying, you don’t need to do ANYMORE looking” 🙅🏽‍♀️

4: she doesn’t like the water or swimming. That’s the main reason I even go to Florida so often for the water, like literally. I’m not a fan of most beaches up north (Giants neck beach In CT Is awesome though, Maine has some nice ones too but it’s just so cold even on a very hot summer day, jersey has a few as well but mainly I like clear waters) So anyway, I wanted to book this snorkel/boat tour/key west tour but she doesn’t want to do it because 1: she doesn’t wanna snorkel but 2: we would have to leave at 6:30 am and she doesn’t get up until like 12 🙄 I feel like I’m limited as to what I can do

5: She still hasn’t sent me her half of the hotel fee and we leave Tuesday…it’s Saturday. She’s been saying “imma send it tomorrow” for like 2 weeks now and telling me about her car troubles

6: As I mentioned she wakes up late, which means she goes to bed late. The latest I go to bed is like 12 but when I’m on “vacation” I tend to drink more than I normally would so I go to sleep early. Shit when me and travel daddy went to all those vineyards I legit took naps mid day to keep up 😂 I’m worried she’s gonna keep me up like she did last month when I spent the night at her house, I was HIGHLY irritated and it was only one night

I’m seriously pondering why tf I thought this was a good idea. Lowkey I didn’t think it was a good idea but we’ve never traveled together and she’s never been to Miami (she’s the reason we’re even going to Miami because I’ve BEEN over Miami, it’s packed and overrated but I thought it would be a cute thing for us to do)

It doesn’t matter how cool you are with someone you have to have the right travel buddy and just because you get along doesn’t mean you should travel together. Sadly, I can already tell you this is our last trip together

The irony is I was sooo hesitant and complaining about going on the WPB trip but ended up having a blast, but we also had a huge villa and everyone had privacy, and I only personally knew one person so at first I didn’t feel super obligated to be all chummy with his friends, but I loved all of them they were so much fun and liked to do the stuff I like to do, it really was such a bomb trip I wish I could show you guys all the cute pics and videos we took, REALLY great vibes

I love my best friend to death but I’m so apprehensive about this trip. We don’t even chill that often on the regular, mainly because we’re both just busy or live kind of far from eachother but I’m that friend that loves you…from afar, every now and then she’ll drag me out to some lounge and I’m always ready to go early it’s just not my scene, I wanna be in bed damnit! 😩

Am I just being a brat? What do you guys think?

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angelthebedsheet · 4 years

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Can you do a modern zuko x male reader where they vlog their day or they go on vacation. It’s okay if you can’t

a/n: ahhhh thanksies anonnie! i’ll try my best. zuko and m/n are camera transitions kings, i also have no idea on how airports work bc i’ve never been to one 💀💀, for their hotel room think of it was one of the waikiki resort hotel rooms w/ a balcony, i had fun with this!! lemme know if yall want a part 2!

lets get it yall!

“Hello, Zuko here. Welcome back to our channel. So tomorrow we’re going to Hawaii and we’re gonna take you guys with us.” Zuko said as he shot finger guns to the camera. “Right now, M/N is in the bathroom packing the last bit of his things. He’s a procrastinator.” Zuko commented. “YOU ACT LIKE YOU DIDN’T WAKE UP AT 5AM TO EVEN START PACKING.” M/N’s voice yelled from the bathroom. “He’s a liar don’t listen to him. He’s hangry.” Zuko said as he smiled.

“I’m hangry?” M/N walked to him. “Hey hey wait.” Zuko said as he turned the camera to record him. “C’mere. Imma teach you a lesson, boy.” M/N said as he rolled up his sleeves. “No wait you don’t haVE TO.” Zuko squealed as M/N threw him over his shoulder. “PUT ME DOWN!” Zuko yelled as he banged his fists on his back. “Nah you can’t talk mess like that and expect me to not attack you.” M/N teased as he walked out of frame. Zuko yelped as M/N dropped him in a chair. He started tickling him. Zuko busted out laughing. “B-Babe no!” Zuko exclaimed as he rolled the chair back. He slid back into frame with M/N tickling his sides. “Shut up and feel my wrath, pretty boy.” M/N cackled as Zuko squirmed around.

“I’m gonna piss my PANTS STOP.” Zuko cried out between laughs. M/N stopped and pressed a kiss to his lips. Zuko hummed with a soft smile. “We’re gonna edit that out?” Zuko asked. “Keep it in. They deserve to see how cute you look when you laugh.” M/N said. Zuko scoffed and slapped his arm. “Shut up. My image will be ruined.” Zuko said dramatically. “What image? You realize our fans have edits of you smiling and laughing?” M/N said as Zuko looked at him. “They do?” He whispered. M/N snorted. “Yeah they do. You’re on Twitter everyday, Zu. What do you think those profile pictures are?” M/N whispered back, amused. M/N watched as Zuko furrowed his eyebrows. He started laughing when Zuko’s face dropped. “Cut the camera, deadass. I’m an idiot, hold on.” Zuko whined as he ran a hand down his face. M/N kneeled down laughing. “It wasn’t that funny stop itttt.” Zuko said as he used his hand to cover his face. He gently kicked M/N’s side, causing him to wheeze.

“I’m turning off the camera. See you guys tomorrow, I’m tired of getting clowned.” Zuko mumbled with a small smile. “It’s just that you looked so fucking confused, I couldn’t handle it.” M/N cried. “Bye.” Zuko said as M/N raised his hand to wave. He covered the camera with his hand.

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M/N uncovered the camera with his hand. “And we’re back at the asscrack of dawn. It’s M/N here. Our plane is at 6am and we’re up at 3am. I already hate life.” He said as he wiped his eye. “Same here. Also why are you still wearing that bandana you can put on your durag. Isn’t that better for you?” Zuko commented as he looked at the f/c bandana. “Nigga why you still wearing that shirt you can put on your hoodie. Isn’t that better for you?” M/N said as he looked at Zuko. Zuko scrunched his nose and pushed M/N’s face away. “This is why we don’t speak early in the morning. His mouth is so rude.” Zuko whined. “You fell in love with me because of this mouth, sir.” M/N said. “Shush.” Zuko said as he covered M/N’s mouth. “Kinky.” His muffled voice said. Zuko groaned and wiped his hand off on M/N’s hoodie.

“I hate you.”

“Stop lying to yourself. You love me.”

“Yeah.... Unfortunately.”

“Unfortunately?? Guess I’ll just run away then.”

“Have fun.”

“You’re an asshole.” M/N chuckled. Zuko hummed with a smile. “But please change that bandana you look goofy with it.” Zuko said. “Garsh.” M/N commented as he set the camera down. He ducked out of frame and went to grab his durag. Zuko fixed his messy bun and threw on a hoodie. “Is that mine?” M/N asked from out of frame. “Yeah. Cry about it.” Zuko said, earning a pillow to the face. “Bitch.”

“Hoe.”

“Slut.”

“Cougar.”

“Whore.”

“Dumbass.”

“Clown.”

“Oh we’re talking about ourselves now?” M/N said with a false sense of surpise. “Low blow you lil shit.” Zuko grumbled. “I’m leaving you and asking Sokka to come with me instead.” He said. “Tah. You think Sokka’s gonna wake up at 3:30 in the morning on a Saturday? He’d skin you alive.” M/N commented. “Somewhere in the distant he woke up sneezing.” Zuko said dramatically. M/N chuckled. He picked up the camera and adjusted his backpack strap. “Autobots roll out.” He said, making Zuko rolled his eyes. “See yall in the airport, teehee.” M/N said as he held his hand up. “Did you have to say teehee like that.” Zuko said. “Stop shitting on my parade before I fart on your pillow.” M/N said. “You’re disgusting, why do I date you?” Zuko grimaced. “Because you’re stupidly in love with me and you’re whipped for my stupid ass.” M/N sang.

“N. e. ways. Before I was so rudely interrupted by this big baby—”

“I’m NOT a baby.”

“Uh I’m not finished—”

“I’m a grown MAN.”

“Oh my god, can you let me do what I need to do.”

“Go on.”

“Okay damn. As I was sayin—”

“I just think—”

“I’m gonna beat you with a tiki torch, Zuko. Shut UP. Let me do the fucking transition, fireboy.”

Zuko bit his lip to hide his smile. M/N huffed before smiling at the camera. Zuko waved. “See y’all in a few!” M/N said before covering the camera with his hand.

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Zuko uncovered the camera. “Well hello there again. We’re in the airport now. It’s too bright in here.” He said quietly. “This tastes like shit. Like it makes me depressed even drinking it but caffeine.” M/N said as he grimaced at the taste. “I told you to not buy that brand. You don’t listen.” Zuko commented as he balanced the camera ontop of his suitcase. “It’s not even brand coffee.” He mumbled. “What is it then?” Zuko asked as he fixed his bun. “You wanna try?” He asked as he handed him the cup. Zuko took a sip and gagged. “That’s gonna give you some type of heart disease what the fuck is that? It tastes horrible!” Zuko exclaimed as he pushed the cup away. “Just a shit ton of caffeine shots and 5 hour energy.” M/N said.

“Jesus fucking christ. How do you drink that crap? Give that to me. I’m getting you actual coffee so you don’t die of high blood pressure before the age of 50.” Zuko said, snatching the cup away. “Zukooooo.” M/N whined. Zuko stood up. “This is basically gasoline. As a matter of fact, no more coffee for you. I’m supposed to be the coffee addict but this here is death in a cup. I’m getting you go gurt or some shit.” He said as he left. “He’s a hater he just took my gasoline.” M/N whined. He sucked his teeth and grimaced. “It was pure fuel. Can you get high off of caffeine? I mean it is an adrenaline.” He said as he fixed his durag.

Soon Zuko came back with a water bottle and a smoothie. He sat down. “Drink some water to wash that god awful mix out.” Zuko said, tossing it to him. “You couldn’t hand it to me?” M/N mumbled as he opened it and drank some, swishing it around his mouth before drinking it. “What flavour’s the smoothie?” He asked. “Piña colada.” Zuko said as he gave it to him. “But aren’t we gonna have that in Hawaii?” He asked again. “Stop complaining before I take it.” Zuko groaned. M/N shook his head before drinking the smoothie. “See you guys soon.” Zuko said, covering the camera.

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There was a montage of Zuko and M/N, going through baggage claim and boarding the plane before Zuko turned the camera to face them. They waved at the camera. Zuko covered it again.

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M/N uncovered the camera. “Hey girl hey, I’m in a plane.” He said. “That was awful.” Zuko grumbled as he adjusted his seatbelt. “When will you brighten up? Is it because you’re pastey?” M/N asked. “Pastey? I’m not pastey.” Zuko said. “You need some vitamin D? The sun? That good ol melanin? Cuz your panties are in a twist.” M/N teased. Zuko only rolled his eyes.

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M/N recorded the plane taking lift off. There was a monatage of the plane getting higher and higher off the ground till clouds started to show. He turned the camera to show him and Zuko. Zuko rubbed his eye and waved. M/N only smiled and pressed a kiss to Zuko’s cheek. Zuko closed his eyes and smiled. He covered the camera.

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He uncovered the camera to show Zuko hugging his arm while sleeping. He cooed. “See how cute he is when he sleeps? Lil chubby ass cheeks. Lookin like a dumpling. I can’t even turn on my laptop because he’s hugging my arm. He’s just so....” M/N trailed off to fondly smile at him. He pressed a kiss ontop of Zuko’s head. “Since I’m editing this video before it comes out y’all gonna see some real mushy shit because we are simply two stupid guys in love. I know some of y’all just gon eat this shit up. See y’all in Hawaii.” He said softly before covering the camera.

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Zuko uncovered the camera. “We’re in a car and M/N’s out like a light.” He said as he showed M/N’s head on his shoulder. “I like him when he’s quiet sometimes. S’nice. Forgot to mention we’re in Hawaii now.” He said as he showed the scenery that passed them by as they sat in the cab. “I can practically feel the jet lag so we’ll probably stop filming after we show you our hotel room and continue tomorrow.” Zuko said, leaning his cheek ontop of M/N’s head. “We’ll be back.” He said before swiping his hand down the camera.

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Zuko’s hand swiped down the camera revealing their shoes walking down the sidewalk. There was a montage of them walking into the hotel, checking in, going up the elevator and walking to their room.

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“Time for the big reveal.” M/N said as he held the keycard. Zuko hummed as he swiped the keycard and opened the door. They gasped as they looked at how cute the room was. “Bro... this is...” M/N said as he held the door open for Zuko. He walked inside showing the camera the whole room. “Cute.” Zuko mumbled. “Better than our room.” M/N said as he closed the door. M/N placed his luggage in the corner of the room and plopped down on the bed belly first. “Holy shit, Zu baby come HERE.” His muffled voice said. “Why what happened?” Zuko asked as he went to sit on the bed. “Oh my god.” He said.

“I know. Yeah no we’re gonna sleep and cuddle the rest of the day cut the camera.” M/N said as he turned to lay on his back. He kicked his shoes off and pulled Zuko down. Zuko squealed before he moved his head to lay ontop of M/N’s. He kicked his shoes off. “Welp. We’re gonna knock out. Bye.” Zuko said with a smile. M/N waved and covered the camera.

#x black reader #zuko x male reader #x male reader #atla zuko #zuko #zuko is a soft boy #we love a teasing relationship #they’re in love #zuko x reader #atla x black reader #atla x reader

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i-need-some-mint-tea · 3 years

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Cherries and Chess

I decided to write Fan AU 2; Electric Boogaloo

Words: 1704

Tags: @imma-potatoo @red-imeanblue

Pairings: Loceit, but they’re both gay idiots despite being so smart

(Logan’s perspective)

It had been a week since I had first joined Janus on the ceiling fan. In that time, we had established a routine. I’d usually get up first, eat some cherries that I stick to the ceiling, replace them, talk with Janus, Patton would hand us some food with some help from Roman (Patton got on his shoulders so he could reach us), Virgil would get a snack, talk with Janus, do some other activity, talk with Janus until it was dark outside, then sleep. Rinse and repeat. I had to admit, it was quite nice. Most surprisingly, talking with Janus wasn’t as draining as talking with the others. That was most fortunate because he was the only person who was constantly with me.

The sound of footsteps brought me back to reality slightly, by the pattern of them, I knew it was Patton bringing us breakfast. I saw him walk into the kitchen, “Heya, kiddos!”

He said cheerfully. “Good morning, Patton,” I heard Janus say. I heard the fridge open, but I paid no mind, I was too absorbed in my thoughts to care. I heard Patton take a deep breath in. I knew what was going to happen, I covered my ears. “ROMAN!” Patton yelled, immediately summoning the side in question.

“Yes, padrè?” Roman questioned, then saw where he was summoned to. “You do know, Patton, that you could just do this,” Roman waved his hand dramatically and a pulley system materialized right next to me. “You can use this pulley to bring them food. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to finish my morning routine. A prince must look his best!” With that, Roman sunk out.

“Thanks, kiddo!” Patton called after him. The three of us sat in silence, the sizzle of bacon Patton was making the only sound. That peacefulness was quick to end as Remus came barreling into the kitchen.

“Hey, nerds!” He called out to who I presumed to be Janus and I. The both of us looked down at him. “Throw the cherries down at me, I want to see how many I can catch in my mouth!” He said as he grinned maniacally.

“I suppose that would be interesting.” I tilted my head, “That’d be a good experiment. How many cherries can one catch if they’re thrown off of a rotating object?” I asked aloud.

“Let’s find out, shall we?” Janus said, and before I could answer, he plucked a cherry from the bag sitting next to me and threw it down at Remus. I saw Remus’s eyes light up as he dove for the cherry like the only thing that mattered was catching it. To my surprise, he did catch it. Never underestimate Remus, I guess.

We threw 7 more cherries down at Remus before Patton said, “Well I do think this is fun, maybe you should turn the fan off, it could be a haza-“ I cut him off, “It’s for science, Patton!” I said with a grin on my face.

“I’ve seen you smile a lot more ever since you got on that ceiling fan, kiddo.” Paton smiled, “I guess I’ll let it slide.” Wait. I’ve been smiling more?

“Patton, what do you mean I’ve been smiling more?” I asked as I tossed another cherry down to Remus. He caught that one as well, that’s 27 he’s caught.

I saw Patton scrunch his nose and looked a bit confused, like that was something I should’ve known, “Yeah, Logan. You seem happier.” He suddenly looked mischievous, “Any reason for that?” He asked innocently.

I was even more perplexed. Happier? Reason? How could I supply a reason if I hadn’t even known I was happier? I’ll deal with that later, I guess.

“Care- care to elaborate?” I asked. Patton then looked like he’d uncovered a secret, and his eyes lit up. “Oh, never mind.” He said happily.

I turned to Janus to see if he was listening to see if he could explain what Patton meant, but he was caught up in throwing cherries down at Remus. Finally, a cherry hit Remus in the eye. “How many was that?” I asked excitedly.

As he caught my eye, Janus said, “47. 47 cherries.” Wow, impressive. I looked to Remus, who had picked the cherry off the ground and ate it. I could hear an audible, exaggerated gag from Janus as he watched Remus. I let out a breath of laughter.

“Hey, Janus?” I asked. “Yes, my dear nerd?” He replied, looking at me. I froze for a second when he called me that. Why do I always do that? “Would you- would you want to play chess?” I asked, tripping over my words a bit. I saw Janus nod, seemingly eager to play.

After many hours and 10 games, I said once more, “Checkmate.” Janus looked at me seemingly both bewildered and in awe.

“I have to say, you are very good at chess, Logan,” he said to me. I smiled a bit as my chest swelled with pride, “Thank you, Janus. You are a formidable opponent.” We both had worn ourselves out from so much chess. I had won 6 times, Janus 5 times. This was my seventh win.

It was only 5:00 in the afternoon, yet I was exhausted. As I laid down, I immediately went to sleep.

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(Janus’s perspective)

Logan won again. I looked at him, “I have to say, you are very good at chess, Logan.” I shouldn’t be as surprised as I was, Logan was incredibly smart. That was one of the things I admired about him. Logan met my gaze with a slight smile, “Thank you, Janus. You are a formidable opponent,” he said to me. I smiled, I loved being complimented, especially by him.

I saw Logan yawn and laid down on the fan, with his glasses still on, might I add. Not once had he taken them off. If he always had before this, I didn’t notice. Then again I usually went to sleep before him. If he had his glasses on, he may break them or they may fall off the fan. I reached over and gently pulled off his glasses. Then I made the mistake of looking at his face after I pulled his glasses off.

Holy shit.

I felt a fluttering in my chest as I looked at him. “How the hell is your face so pretty.” I muttered. How dare he make me feel like this. Ew. I hate feelings, they’re so unpredictable and I don’t like it. Yet a small part of me didn’t exactly mind.

I set his glasses down next to him. I put my face in my hands and quietly groaned. I don’t know exactly why I reacted like that when I took off his glasses. Though, at the back of my mind, a possibility of why made itself clear. I ignored it. Nope, nope, not dealing with that today, nope.

I suddenly felt really tired, must’ve been from doing chess so much. I grabbed one of the blankets Patton gave us, laid down, and tried to go to sleep. Luckily, I did so in seconds.

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I woke up for the sixth time, and I checked what hour it was. 5:27 AM was displayed clearly on the clock. I sighed, it’s close to morning, why not stay up? I summoned a cup of lavender tea, my favorite type. I looked out the window into the mindscape, and saw some stars still left in the sky. Maybe I'll look at the stars and watch the sunrise as I wait for my dear nerd to wake up. I wrote a quick note to Logan if he woke up before I got back stating where I was going. I placed the note on the fan, weighed down by the chess board from last night so it wouldn’t fly off the fan.

I hopped off of the fan, and was unpleasantly surprised when I found that my legs were a bit weak. Must be from not moving the past week.

As soon as I got outside onto the roof from the attic window, I felt a warm breeze on my face. Oh, that’s right, it’s spring. I climbed on the roof until I got to a comfortable spot. I looked out over the silent early morning world.

There was a heavily forested area to my right, with trees dotting the landscape everywhere else. There were patches of flowers everywhere, and I saw the grass move with the wind. Just to the left of my, there was a hill with a big oak tree with a tire swing and it too, was blowing in the wind.

I took a deep breath and drank in the scent of everything. I took off my hat, I liked feeling the wind in my hair. I set my hat next to me and looked up at the stars. There were so many stars, I could never count them all. Just then, I saw the sun peek out from over the hill. It bathed the world in early morning sunlight, making the dewdrops on the grass glisten.

I closed my eyes and just listened to the sound of the wind blowing through the trees and grass, as well as the chirps of the birds. I let out a sigh of contentment and hummed a bit.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” I hear a familiar voice say. I opened my eyes and saw Logan approaching me on the roof. “It truly is,” I said quietly as he sat beside me. We sat in comfortable silence while watching the sun rise. I had closed my eyes again when Logan spoke, “Janus?” He said softly, as if any louder and he’d disturb the morning world. “Yes?” I asked, not opening my eyes.

“I wanted to thank you for taking off my glasses the other night. I tend to shift in my sleep, so if you hadn’t done that, I surely would’ve broken them,” he said softly. “It’s no big deal,” I replied as the image of what he looked like without the glasses flashed through my mind. The fluttering feeling returned, but I paid it no mind.

We spoke no more as I opened my eyes and together we watched the sun rise.

Hope y’all liked it! I’m having so much fun writing this!

#loceit #mintwrites #loceit fic #logan #logan sanders #deceit #janus #janus sanders #patton #patton sanders #remus #the duke #remus sanders #gay idiots #sanders sides

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weuschoiceheart · 3 years

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Theory: Drunk-Dazed + Connections to Gfriend and TXT Universe

Based on this theory by @soyatenada + my own connections to Gfriend’s mv

Because my big brain has finally been activated (thank you soy bene) and I’m obsessed with analyzing pieces of music, here we go:

Last chorus of “Apple” —

“Dream the red dream, endless and deep Let rise the shimmering light of destruction Don’t agonize, let go the timid child Take me, the endless witching hour descends”

The “red dream” = blood, a.k.a taking vampire blood. We’ll come back to the dream part later, because that’s important. But the red here, in my opinion, represents both blood and the apple, saying “temptation can lead to consequences.” Or if you want to be simple, it can just mean blood as in vampires. And this is also the color of the drink that Sunoo is holding in the teaser...

“shimmering light of destruction” - leading Enhypen to their destruction

“Don’t agonize, let go of the timid child”- this can symbolize them telling Enhypen to let go of their old selves, surrender themselves to another being that’s more powerful and controlling. They were scared before, trapped as children in the orphanage, but having trust in their friends (if we’re going with evil Sunoo and protective Jake theory) and following this temptation of theirs gives them a chance to shed that timid self and become confident and powerful. The “don’t agonize” part is kind of ironic, since it’s a contrast to how they will feel pain after getting bitten. Of course, it can just be false words to tempt them to become vampires.

“Take me, the endless witching hour descends” - I can see it from two perspectives: Enhypen as in them saying “take us, take everything (*cough* familiar lyrics anyone?) OR it can represent the apple/Gfriend telling them to take the path to destruction. And as I mentioned before in Bene’s post, the witching hour is when they finally crossed the line to vampire land (and yes, pun very much intended).

So....you might be wondering, well ok, that’s Gfriend’s pov, but how about Enhypen’s? And why do they use the “dream” and why does that even matter? How does it all come together?

*takes a deep breath* Grab a bucket of popcorn, because this is gonna be hella long, and I might be stretching some points, but I think this goes beyond bigger than just the Enhypen universe. It connects to both Gfriend’s and Txt’s as well (and possibly BTS’, though I need more information and research on that).

Firstly, let’s look at the lyrics from the drunk-dazed teaser (This is just a rough translation from what I’ve learned in Korean, with a little help from Google Translate. I’m not fluent in Korean, so please correct me if the translations are wrong!):

“Dazed, dazed, dazed / Dance, dance, dance / Eh, I wake you up / Eh, burn my heart / Eh, fill up my dream”

Ok, let’s break it down. There’s two main points in these lyrics alone that I feel is crucial to understanding the whole universe in general.

“Dance, dance, dance” are lyrics that also appear repeatedly in the pre-chorus and post-chorus of Gfriend’s “Apple,” further strengthening my point about the link between the two songs/groups. In this context, it can illustrate the carnival itself — a huge event meant to conceal a darker secret. The sirens, or Gfriend, want the boys to keep dancing, having fun, slowly pulling them into their trap. Again, another example of temptation luring them in.

Also, in Gfriend “Mago” they also talk about “dancing in this moment” and “my life has been waiting for you”....I have a feeling that this somehow connects to Enhypen’s next comeback...but for now, let’s just leave it here because I don’t have enough evidence to support my reasoning yet.

“I wake you up / burn my heart / fill up my dream” — In a broader sense, this can be Enhypen waking up their “other half,” a side they never shown before, as they transition to vampires. But let’s delve deeper into the last line “fill up my dream” because that’s where everything sort of fall into place (it’s more of a jumble of puzzle piece that clashes and mashed up, but I’m going to try to piece it out).

Enhypen has mentioned this “dream” before, in “Cross the Line” - “If I wake from dreamless sleep. May tomorrow begin like a dream.”

This “dream” is also referenced in one of Shakespeare sonnets, whose lines are used in “Outro: Wormhole.” The lyrics are “And yet when most I wink / Then do mine eyes best see.” I’m not going to paste the whole sonnet here, but in short, the sonnet talks about longing and dreaming. This line in colloquial terms means “But when I’m asleep / I see the best.” This can illustrate how they see the best when dreaming, and relating to the sonnet, they see “you” in their dreams. Whoever this “you” is, it’s important to them.

(Oh my god, I just got an idea of how this can also connect to their idol life as well, but Imma make that into another post instead because my brain is about to explode.)

(I got these lyrics from Genius, and some engenes there also analyze the Shakespeare language that Enhypen used in Intro: The Invitation. I might make another theory about how the sonnet in that song connects to the Outro, but I don’t want to confuse y’all so I’m sticking to the “dream” aspect in this post. If you want to see the translation and the theory, here you go)

So this dream of Enhypen’s is important to them, and the carnival seem to trigger the dream again for them. As we can see from “Cross the Line,” they want their tomorrow to be dreamlike, because their today was dull. I feel like their journey can be divided into two parts: the dull, gray, timid life of theirs in the orphanage, where they’re under the control of someone else. And then there’s the wild, fantasy-like, vampire transition, where they’re thrown into this dream-like atmosphere, and they are still being controlled, but they can’t resist it.

Now let’s go back to the line in Gfriend’s song, “Dream the red dream, endless and deep.” They want Enhypen to keep dreaming. And them becoming vampires represent that they are currently in that dream of blood.

So, ok, they’re happily living this dream of theirs. But a dream is still fake, a false distortion of reality. So...what’s reality?

Here’s where I’m kind of stretching it a bit, and this might even sound crazy (I’m already crazy so it doesn’t matter). I got this idea from @hseungsteeth, when Beanie mentioned how even it’s a prince concept, it looks futuristic. And the Down and Hype versions of the concept photos....I think they represent the reality, the opposite of this dream of theirs. We see the car crash, the red lights and gangster like outfits, so it makes me wonder: what if they want to live in this dream to escape reality? Are they living in a dystopian world where people get hurt constantly and are attacked by creepy clowns and skulls (objects from the Hype teaser videos)? I don’t have a solid claim for this yet, but I like the idea of dream and reality, two things that we also see in TXT’s videos.

Alright, this is where I try my best to link this to TXT. I think TXT has their own storyline, that differs from Enhypen, but the part where the two meet is in their depictions of dream and reality. I’m not going to go in depth into TXT’s theories, but we can see how Soobin can hear the calling of danger in magic island, how Beomgyu (I think it was Beomgyu? Or it was Soobin again) saw the images through the practice mirror, their dream of “running away” portrayed by the concept of Harry Potter. TXT also want to escape reality, because in their dream, they’re with their friends again, they’re are accepted for who they are (ex: in Crown, they realize they are not a monster just because they have horns on their head. They accept it as their “crown” and will wear it like the kings they are), and they can just be themselves. But these dreams are short, as we can see from “Blue Hour,” where Beomgyu is once again left alone after that blissful hour passes.

And these dreams come with danger too. In both Enhypen’s and TXT’s universes, we see the danger of getting marked and transition into vampires, we see the fires that can burn down that magic island. So, how can they save their dream, and confront reality?

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