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bangchanshehe · 3 years

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The Vacation pt. 5

Summary: You always had a fantasy of hooking up with a perfect stranger while on vacation, and what better place to make that happen than Cabo San Lucas? A bachelorette party was already supposed to be wild and unforgettable, so why not take it up a notch?

Pairing: Sehun X OC X Kai

Word Count:2.5k

Once you were back inside of the club you made a b-line straight to your friends and crossed your arms, in hopes that no one would try to approach you to dance for the rest of the night.

You didn’t know why you had allowed for these two men to ruin your entire night. You had no idea who they were less than 24 hours ago so they weren’t important, but the fact that you had to hang around them for the rest of the evening until you got back to the hotel rubbed you the wrong way.

You let out a long sigh and unfolded your arms allowing them to hang freely at your sides.

Let it go… you silently told yourself. You allowed yourself to have a few more moments of self-pity before you drank the rest of your drink and left the glass on a random booth. You rejoined the rest of your friends as the danced in a circle and within a few minutes you had completely forgotten about your conversation a few moments ago. The heat of the floor and your friends celebrating amongst themselves had snapped you back into the present moment.

“here’s to getting married!” your best friend said loud enough for you to barely hear over the beat of the club and the rest of you cheered.

You went back to dancing by yourself but your friend had slipped her arms around you and shouted questions to you in your ear

“what happened with the hottie you were just dancing with?” she asked you

You gave her a look of disappointment before answering her “I don’t want to talk about it and ruin the mood”

She pulled away and gave you a look of shock before her eyes connected with someone in the crowd.

“time to go!” she screamed making sure that all of the girls were together before she took your hand and started pushing through the crowd to make it to the front door, and you willing allowed her to lead the way through the bodies that loitered the dance floor.

As soon as you were back into the fresh street air you had heard screams coming from random pedestrians outside on the streets and coming from clubs next door. You stared at the confused as to what was happening, until the guys that you had come to the clubs with started yelling to one another and scrambling inside of the vans.

You and your friends looked back and forth to one another, wondering if anyone had a clue as to what was going on.

“y/n! get in the van fast!” sehun yelled to you and without a second thought you immediately pulled your friend towards the van.

All of you sat inside in pure silence while the chaos continued to ensue outside. You could see multiple people with their phones out snapping photos and taking videos. Several girls were jumping up and down and screaming to the boys in your van and in the one directly in front of yours. It wasn’t until you had heard someone mention sehun and kai’s name directly that you were starting to get a hint as to what was happening.

Quickly the vans doors were shut and the driver started the car, pulling out into traffic and driving like his life depended on it.

“what’s going on?” one of your friends asked still completely confused.

You turned your head to Sehun and watched as he continued to sit in his seat quietly with an upset expression. You hadn’t really noticed it all night since you had paid so much attention to Kai all evening, but he really was a handsome man. His sharp jawline, flawless skin, amazing hair and style… his body was fit and the boy could really dance.

“are you guys celebrities or something?” you asked him quietly hoping that you would get a response if you didn’t make a big deal out of it.

He silently turned his head and the two of you stared at each other for a moment. You looked at his face and took his handsome facial features in while he looked back and forth in-between your eyes as if he was gauging how much he could trust you to keep his answer confidential.

He didn’t say anything but instead gave you a single head nod in confirmation. He looked down as if he was scared and embarrassed and you decided not to question him any further. You nodded your head as you put the pieces together and then faced forward, paying attention to the road instead of forcing Sehun to feel awkward.

As soon as the vans pulled into the gated hotel lot the boys filed out and immediately began to talk amongst themselves. You eyed them for a moment before you turned to your friends.

“ready for bed?” you asked them and they all smiled back at you with a dangerous grin. “what?” you asked back slightly scared

Your best friend wrapped her arm around you and began walking with you… or better yet guiding you back to the open bar located next to the pools. “y/n, since our bar hop was cut short why don’t we stay out and enjoy the night air a little longer?” she asked with a sweet tone.

You gave her a looking that ready seriously… but instead of arguing that you needed to go to sleep you gave in and followed along with their plans. You all took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink and while you waited you talked amongst yourselves. But in the corner of your eyes you saw the boys filing in the hallway to wait for an elevator to take them up to their rooms.

You had made eye contact with sehun and he gave you a small head bow before he stepped into the elevator and disappearing from your sight.

“earth to y/n” your best friend said as she waved a hand in front of your face drawing you back into your conversation. “so what happened with that other guy tonight?” she asked you making the rest of the girls chime in and focus on what you had to say

“nothing really… I mean I asked him what was up with him and Kai because they had both been staring daggers at each other all night. and he had pretty much told me that Kai was upset because he’s possessive of who he has his eyes on and it made him upset that I had danced with someone else.” You explained quietly hoping that the other pedestrians enjoying their night wouldn’t have to hear any of your drama.

The rest of the girls gave you grimaces and looked at each other as they processed what you had said.

“damn girl… he had only known you for one day and he was all kinds of caught up on you.” One of the girls says laughing

You shook your head in disbelief at the whole situation… or rather the whole day. What a roller coaster.

“aww he must have really liked you” your best friend said to you quietly while she pushed your hair over your shoulder

“it doesn’t matter if he liked me. It doesn’t give him the right to treat people like shit just because he’s being pouty. Plus the guy is still a total stranger.” You chimed back in

The girls all nodded their head and sipped on their drinks before they fell back into the conversations that they were having.

The next morning you were woken up by a loud series of knocking at your door. You groaned as you peeled your eyes open and rubbed the morning puffiness out of them. You glanced over at the clock on the bedside table and let out a sigh when you saw that it was almost 10am. It was a good thing that you were woken up so that you could still get some breakfast before the morning service was over.

You looked over to your roomate’s bed and saw that she was already up and out of the room. That was probably her or one of your other friends coming to get you before everything was shut down. So without a second thought you got up and opened the door.

“good morning” you said through a yawn as you stretched, letting your night gown ride up your thighs.

“good morning”

You heard the voice of a man and you immediately looked up at him through your sleepy eyes. You panicked and shut the door on sehun who stood out in the hallway unsure of what to do next.

“give me a minute” you said through the door before you threw yourself into the bathroom.

You looked at your appearance and groaned. You had no makeup on, you hair was a complete and total mess and you were wearing one of your more risker night gowns. You forced your hairbrush through your hair in an attempt to tame to knotted mess and put a bathrobe on over your gown. It wasn’t anything close to perfect but it would do for now.

You walked over to the door once more and checked outside the peephole, seeing a bored Sehun staring down at his shoes while he waited for you to open the door back up. You let out a final deep breath and then opened the door giving sehun an apologetic smile for forcing him to wait on you.

“sorry” you said softly not making any eye contact

Sehun smirked, giving you a half smile “its okay… can I come in and talk?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

You looked back in your room and saw how messy it was but let out a sigh when you didn’t see any other option other than allowing him in. “sure” you said unconvincingly

You opened the door wider for him to enter and then shut it behind him inwardly screaming at yourself for being such a slop. Not only was he in your dirty ass room but he also saw you looking like a dirty ass mess. You stood awkwardly by your bed as he waited for you to sit or stand with him and you slowly and awkwardly took a seat on your bed as you waited for him to continue talking.

“you can sit down if you’d like” you said gesturing to the desk chair that was tucked into the desk right behind him.

He pulled it out and then sat down directly in front of you. He looked down at the carpet before he cleared his throat and looked back up to you. “I wanted to thank you for not making a scene last night in the van…” he started and then wet his lip with his tongue “the other men who I am here with and I are celebrities from South Korea and we are here to enjoy a quiet vacation. I-“

“wow” you said cutting off his next sentence and he gave you an tight lipped smile

“we would greatly appreciate it if you would keep what happened last night a secret…. As I said we are just trying to enjoy a vacation and it would be problematic for us if people found out where we are.” He continued “and I wanted to ask that you please don’t upload any photos with any of us in the background.”

You looked at him while he spoke to you and you couldn’t help but notice his lack of eye contact while he asked favors from you. He had looked genuinely concerned and nervous to even be here alone with you, and you started to feel bad for him.

“you don’t have to worry about anything.” You said with a soft voice and a small smile hoping that he would feel slightly more at ease. “I didn’t say anything to my friends and frankly I think that they were too drunk to really realize what was happening last night anyways. But ill make sure that none of you are in any photos that we’ve taken or take in the future.”

Sehun let out a deeply held breath and you could see his shoulders visibly curve in and relax. You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at seeing how wired up and concerned he was before you had agreed to everything. He looked up at you with one eyebrow raised again, confusion in his eyes.

“what’s so funny?” he asked you

“nothing” you said shaking your hand “you just seemed so worried that when I agreed your whole body completely changed.” You confessed

“oh” was all that he said before he straightened back up

“if you don’t mind me asking….” You said looking up at him and he widened his eyes “how famous are you guys for people to be recognizing you in Mexico and freaking out?”

Sehun let out a small scoff and then smiled up at you “Not to sound like a douche… but in Asia we are a pretty big deal.” He answered and your eyes lit up

You looked him over again and noticed that even though he was dressed in pretty simple clothes his shorts and his shirt were designer brand and his shoes were Balenciaga’s. the watch that he was wearing was a gold Rolex and you were sure that anyone that looked that good and dressed that nicely had to be filthy rich. You shook your head in amazement as you stared at him and when you finally made eye contact with him again he was smiling softly at you.

“as a thank you for helping us keep this secret my members and I would like to invite you and your friends out with us today. We will be taking a private boat at to sea and swimming, fishing, snorkeling… you name it.” He said

Your eyes went wide and your mouth dropped. You immediately started laughing like a lunatic and you smiled at sehun who looked slightly confused as if he had missed a joke. You clapped your hands together and started to laugh harder at sehun’s expression and when you calmed down you coughed to clear your throat.

“I would love to, but I would need to ask my friends first. I have no idea what they have planned for today.” You said and sehun nodded his head “if you wait a minute for me to get changed I can go down and ask them since they’re probably all down stair having breakfast.”

Sehun gave you a small head nod and you smiled at him while you stood up and gathered some clothes out of your suitcase. You quickly walked to the bathroom and changed into your clothes, snickering to yourself like you had gone completely insane. The girls were going to have a field day when they heard that you had scored them such an exciting offer.

It was going to be your girls and you, the ocean and 9 of the finest men at this resort on a private boat…. Oh shit…. That also included Kai.

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exosmuttytalk · 4 years

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Just Dance

Characters: Chanyeol, female OC

Genre: Fluff, hurt and comfort (kinda?)

Word count: ~2400

Summary: Following a round of her favorite videogame, Chanyeol makes the best effort to prop his girl up.

A/N: Originally, this was going to go a different route with a different main character, but then I thought about my friend @blogmariasan and wanted to write something for her ~

How cute does he look in that gif tho

The rapid beating of your heart in your ears and the loud music coming out of the speakers were strong enough for you to miss the noise the front door made when it turned on its hinges. Or the rummaging at the hall as he left the keys at the usual spot on top of the dresser and hung his coat on the hanger.

“Oh, so that’s what you do when I’m not at home, hmm?” his voice came from the doorstep to the living room, where you had moved the coffee table out of the way to make enough space for your workout, standing in front of the TV. “Fraternizing with our enemies.”

The high amount of energy your body stored at the moment combined with his voice startling you sent you practically flying across the room and into the sofa that had been pushed backwards. Sweat dripped down your back and you could feel blood rushing to your already flushed face.

The subject of dance came up fairly often in conversations with Chanyeol, who would sometimes need reassurance when he compared his own dancing with some other of his band mates, but who you’d never let watch you dance. Not on purpose, of course.

Dance is one of those things that do not matter to normal people. Everyone’s been to a club or a party at least once, has made a complete fool of themselves and then has gone home, hopefully having had fun. Not you.

When you were a kid, almost all your female classmates had enrolled in some sort of dance classes: ballet, regional dances, hip-hop, you name it. You knew many people who were part of an amateur band that learnt and performed their favorite artists’ dances. You weren’t one of them. At those end of year performances at your primary school, you’d always be left at the back, fulfilling the inconspicuous roles of trees, random animals, or the time when you had gotten quite a share of the spotlight as a door knob in a musical version of Alice in Wonderland. Coordination was just not your forte.

Everybody who knew you knew that as well. Including your boyfriend, who had found out about your slight incompetence when it came to being a protagonist and to moving your body in a graceful manner quite early in the relationship, when he had taken you as his companion to a family wedding. As enthused as always, he dragged you across the room to the dance floor, and knowing many of his family members were scrutinizing your every move, you had no option but to dance with him. Thankfully, one of his uncles was a nurse and was able to examine your ankle and determined you had only sprained it. As soon as he heard that, all the worry he had been sporting on his face since he saw you trip and hit the ground, disappeared. It was instead replaced by a slight mocking expression that only grew bigger when his grandma patted him in the back and told him you were nice but he needed to teach you to keep a bit of balance. What a beautiful family introduction.

Wasn’t that funny though? You wouldn’t trade your life for anything in the world, but you would have preferred if dance wasn’t such an important aspect in your partner’s life. Being energetic as he is, Chanyeol would usually blast music while at home, didn’t matter to him whether it was his own music or someone else’s, and dance around while doing chores. He’d do it in the car as well.

“Dancing is very fun, baby, you still haven’t found the perfect song for you.”

Just watching him prance around the house made you unbelievably happy, but you never let yourself get into it. As much as you watched and enjoyed every single one of his performances, and for many of them, you’d learnt the whole choreography, you didn’t allow yourself to get carried away beyond a gentle sway.

The thing is you loved dancing. You actually loved to the point it was your main form of exercise. Who doesn’t love getting carried away with their favorite music? You just were aware of the quality of the movements you produced, so you refused to do it in front of other people.

“I wasn’t doing anything with your enemies! And they’re not your enemies, you’re just petty!”

You stood back up and forcefully pulled the sofa back to its original place. Then, you turned off the game console without even worrying to save your progress and left the controller on top of the table a bit more harshly than necessary and left the room in a huff.

When Chanyeol asked you to move in with him, you knew you wouldn’t have as much privacy as you used to do living in your tiny one bedroom apartment, but you didn’t particularly mind it. By that point, you had already spent plenty of time at each other’s homes and he was an easy going person, so you felt at home. Besides, his busy schedule kept him out of the house most of the day; so you felt at ease. Even more so when you discovered, in a party with his band mates where he pulled it out as an entertainment safe bet, that he had unlimited access to one of your favorite videogames. So now, whenever he was out and you wanted to exercise, you’d turn it on and dance on your own, enjoyed yourself and bumped into enough stuff around the house Chanyeol would always enquire about the bruises on your legs.

His brows furrowed when he heard your snappy tone and you made your way out of the living room.

“Babe? What’s wrong?” He followed you into the bathroom where you struggled to get out of your sweaty workout clothes while at the same time avoiding his gaze from scanning your flushed face. “You’ve already been living here for long enough, you can use anything here whenever you can, you know that?”

“It’s not that!” You responded, annoyed and in the verge of tears.

He waited for you to come out of your t-shirt to grab your hand and pull you back into the bedroom, where he sat in the middle of the bed, cross legged and making a space big enough between your legs for you to fit in comfortably. You flinched when his fingers started sliding down your still damp back in soothing movements, but couldn’t help but dive into his comforting hug.

“So now you’re gonna tell me what’s got you all up in arms today, hmm?”

“I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“Yeah, but you know keeping bad things in will get you nowhere. Why are you angry? You seemed so happy when I came in.”

“I am not angry…” you said in a low tone while you tried to hide your face against Chanyeol’s chest.

“So what is it?” He cupped your face in his hand and raised your head to look at you. As soon as his eyes fixed on yours, you felt another wave of heat hit your cheeks. “Are you blushing?” You could almost hear the gears grinding in his brain as he connected the dots. “Is it because I caught you dancing?”

You let out an undefined sound that served as an affirmation and took your eyes away from him.

“I remember how embarrassing it was for you at Hee’s wedding, but there’s no one else but me here. You can enjoy yourself without a problem!”

“It’s not that… I can’t dance in front of you.”

“But why not, baby? I will do it with you, it’s fun!”

“I just…” you hesitated, but the expression on his face as he waited was enough. “I am a bad dancer, okay? I know that.”

He nodded with caution, not wanting to make you feel worse with his acknowledgement.

“Is there a problem with that?”

“Of course there is a problem! You dance for a living”

“Well, I do other stuff too, but it’s a pretty big part. What does that have to do with this?”

“I love you, okay? I really like seeing you perform and I know you love what you do. But sometimes I wonder if I’m good enough for you,” you finally confessed.

“What?” his voice was higher pitched than usual to express his confusion. “Where is this all coming from?”

“I sometimes think…maybe if you see how bad I am at this, you will compare me to your other friends who also dance and think you can do better than me.”

“Are you really telling me you’re scared of me leaving you for someone who dances better than you?” his voice kept raising in disbelief.

“Well, if you put it that way! Just listen to me! You are always around people who are more talented, better looking and who have more interesting lives than me. I have none of that. How am I supposed to feel!?”

Chanyeol leaned back into the mattress and pulled your body along with his, so in the end, he was lying across the bed on his back with you on top of him, resting you face against his t-shirt. You rose up your gaze at him and saw him staring at the ceiling with a blank expression, while his fingers never stopped drawing random patterns against your bare skin.

“You know, when I first got into this I was an awful dancer.”

“What?”

“Yeah, in comparison with Jongin or Sehun, there’s nothing I can do in terms of dancing even now. They were so much better than I was, and not just because of their natural talent. I’m a terrible dancer. My legs and arms feel too long to be controlled and collected as they are when they dance. All that you see now is the result of years of practice.”

“I have never been too self conscious about it because I trusted myself enough, but I remember there was this girl at the training centre who always made comments about my dancing. She was a bit older than I was and she used to tease me about it all the time. She wasn’t very nice.”

“Is she still mean?”

“Oh, maybe she is. I haven’t seen her in years, I ended up debuting with the guys but she never got to that point, despite the fact she had been training for years at that point.”

“That’ll serve her right,” you shrugged.

“Yeah, well. I try not to think a lot about it, because I can still hear her snickering while I performed.”

“I’m so sorry about that,” you hugged him softly from your position and his arms returned the favor around you.

“It’s okay. The thing about this is that I know how you feel. I know how hard it can be to face the world, expose what you have and to be confident enough that it’ll be good enough. But some people around us are more than willing to tear us down over our smallest mistakes, so it’s quite unfair that we do that to ourselves too. That’s what helped me get over it.”

“Yeah, but now you are a quite good dancer and get paid to do so! Why would I show something I know I am bad at?”

“Because you actually enjoy it! Allowing yourself to enjoy things is part of being kind to yourself, and that’s something you need to work on.”

You let out only a soft sigh as a response.

“You know you’re the most beautiful thing that’s ever been in my life, right?”

You propped your head up by resting your chin against his chest, looking him on, silently. His hand caressed your hair.

“Sometimes I have bad days too. Sometimes I’m sad or angry. Or frustrated, because I am not getting where I want to be. But then, I come home and see you around. Maybe you’re in the kitchen, or you’re working on your laptop, or playing with the dog. Doing whatever. Just by being there, you make my day brighter. You make me smile and laugh. You support me when I need to. You get me in ways barely no one else does and I get inspired by you daily.”

His confession left you speechless for a while. Of course, you knew you were in with Chanyeol for the long run. You’d gone through terrible enough times together when your relationship was made public, so now you weren’t going to give up and neither was him.

“You’re so beautiful and so good I don’t even care about other people anymore. Yeah, I have many beautiful friends and coworker. But they have nothing against you, doesn’t matter how much prettier you think they are. Besides, my grandma loves you very much despite your stellar introduction to the family; that can hardly be beat.”

A small tear managed to slide its way down your cheek when you closed your eyes and laughed wholeheartedly to the mention of his grandma, but he didn’t notice. Just seconds after he’d finished his speech, he’d sat up on the bed, kissed your forehead and started rummaging through the closet.

“Here, wear this one!”

He tossed you one of his older t-shirts, with the name of his group written on the back, worn out and soft, before stripping off his own work clothes and searching for more comfortable stuff.

“I’m a bit rusty lately, so it’s a good thing you were already working out, we can help each other.” You were still sitting on your bed, t-shirt in hand but in your underwear, not sure what to do. His head popped up behind one of the doors when he noticed you hadn’t moved and his eyes scanned up and down your poorly covered figure, with a cocky eyebrow raised and a smirk. “Or we could head into the shower and I could teach you some of the moves we do under artificial rain… but only if you want, of course…”

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A/N: It probably wasn’t made clear enough, but the song OC was dancing at the beginning would’ve been a BTS one, if those were included in the game, which I’m not sure of. BTS and Exo are not enemies and they probably even get on fairly well with each other, so take it just as a joke

Other Chanyeol shenanigans

Holidays (OC/One Shot/Fluff-Smut)

Experimentation (Chanbaek/One shot/Fluff-soft smut)

MASTERLIST!?

#exo #exo fanfic #exo fanfiction #exo angst #exo smut #exo fluff #chanyeol #Park Chanyeol #chanyeol fanfic #chanyeol fanfictio #chanyeol angst #chanyeol fluff #chanyeol smut #kpop fanfiction #exo preference

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beardedhandstoadshark · 3 years

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Info, tags, side blogs

This blog is a mess, check them out (or not, go wild, who am I to stop you. Would be cool if you did, though! Some stuff here‘s a bit important, so if something here comes back to bite you don’t say I didn’t warn ya!)

General info:

-DNI list here (not that the people you’d want to ni would actually care in most cases, but still. These are here for you, not for me, so please don‘t fill the inbox cuz you didn‘t like what you saw here!)

-IF I DONT SAY THANKS ON AN ASK ITS IMPLIED I SWEAR IM THANKFUL FOR ALL OF THEM

-Posts are sometimes queued, no queue tag tho.

-Don’t really reblog donation posts. Sorry.

-I generally refer to people as pals, no matter if we actually know each other or not. If you’d rather not be called pal/buddy/friend/etc, and instead prefer something else/nothing, please say so.

-the blog description is accurate. There will be lots of posts and they WILL mostly be random thoughts. Yea

-I don’t live in the US ; in fact, I live on the other side of the planet (Hi! :D) so while (I like to think) I‘m pretty fluid in English 95% of the time, there might be some grammatical mistakes (as well as cultural diferences!) in this blog

-time zones are funky but so is my sleep schedule, and they somehow manage to cancel out each other most of the time.

-social skills are not unlocked yet. So if I happen to talk too much in the tags/about myself/too directly, or can’t keep up a conversation, I swear it’s not intentional. Feel free to call me out on it (kindly)!

-if ya need something to be translated from/into German for whatever reason I can provide

-if ya need vaguely Mediterranean to Middle Eastern food recommendations, I can also provide!

-if ya wanna see something under a super old microscope, I can especially provide! (Seriously. Please ask me to look at stuff under a microscope)

Tags on Posts:

-reboggels: reblogs

-another anon ask: anonymous asks. (99% aren’t actually asks but they’re sent via ask button into the ask box so. y‘know).

-toastshark rambles: used to be toastshark lore before I changed to this one cuz it’s more generalized. Random rambles that aren’t specifically irl stuff, I guess…?

-original character do not steal [tm]. My oc tag across all blogs. Yeaaa I‘m one of those people.

-ingame journal entry [number]: little reaction summaries of new/old games I play. A list of all games and their tags is here. its toast plays [game in question] now!

-bhts recommends: stuff I think is way too underrated/unknown/I just think is neat. Seriously check some of these out please

-pixel doodle: Pixelart made by someone whose only experience is loving games of the art style and watching too many YouTube tutorials, using mostly dotpict. (if you see stuff from this blog on an account called [InsertName], that’s mine!)

-another day in the life of a toadshark: irl-posting

-cheese saga: the adventures of Cheese the moth that woke me up by flying into my face at 3am, and all the other lil moth pals that have since come to visit me

everything else: mostly videogames

and also me just rambling a lot

(Lotsa tags ik but mobile doesn’t have archive)

Sideblogs:

(toastshark) (toast not toad), drawing aka main side blog. It’s not as chaotic and screamy there as in this main blog, so please go check it out. I do requests too!

tocstshark, super self indulgent sideblog to dump my oc lore. Yeaaa I‘m one of those. Sorry. Might be cringe but at least I‘m free- the tag original character do not steal [tm] is my oc tag across all blogs.

mm-in-mc, a “recreating Clocktown in Minecraft Bedrock” blog. Technically in hiatus because I can’t be bothered to important all those screenshots all the time lmao-

randomgamesIhave, a sideblog where I catalogue a bunch of random games I have on my phone because we all know how easy it is for mobile games to disappear without any warning…or just because I think they’re neat

stuffedpeppershark, zombie apocalypse diary but instead of zombies it’s plants slowly taking over my room and mind

#another anon ask #bhts recommends #mm in mc #pixelart #unknown games #my tunes #another day in the life of a toadshark #pixel doodle #ingame journal entry 1 #original character do not steal [tm]#cheese saga #toastshark lore #toastshark rambles #reboggels #and whatever tags may join this list #pollols #crabs

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alias-b · 4 years

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sins of my youth. 012

Billy Hargrove x OC! Evie Fenny~ Also posted to my AO3

Summary: It was common knowledge that Billy Hargrove hated Hawkins. Hated Cherry Lane. Even loathed the strange girl next door. Evie Fenny wasn’t too fond of the chaotic Cali transfer either. An awful high school tradition sparks a chain of events that changes everything, ultimately bringing two frayed souls together.

A/N: Hey all! Billy and Evie continue their strange mating ritual. TW: Mentions of past abuse and student/teacher relationship. Heavy petting. SMUT. Phone sex. ;)

TAG LIST OPEN. Chat with me if you have the time xoxo

Chapter 12: Cupid and Psyche

Evie groaned the next time she woke.

Pain blared like the morning sun streaming on her face. Flames licking supple cheeks.

Billy gone in the bed upon turning over.

His scent apparent all over her damn sheets. Seeped into the pillows. Aramis. Hairspray. Paco Rabanne Pour Homme. Evie wondered if Billy liked to leave parts of himself where he goes. An impression similar to hands in wet concrete.

Sometimes a warm body pressed up against you was the only thing reminding you that you were here.

She curled around his pillow to inhale. Felt butterflies flutter her stomach. Landing on delicate organs to decorate them in jewel toned wings. Iridescent glows that washed harsh reds away.

Evie wondered what it would be like to crystallize. Utterly.

Feet touched the floor to leave such fantasies aside. Those butterflies decayed upon seeing her face in the mirror. Hissing, fingertips gingerly touched the skin on fire. Upset welts around her puffy eye. Lungs gave a shudder before Evie was scrambling to replace the emptiness.

Needy fingers went for her drawer and pulled out a box labeled “FB + EF.” Pushed all the way in back hidden under sheer and lacy panties. Hands clicked around the little pieces of jewelry she wasn’t able to wear in the open until she lifted a brooch to the light. A sparkling ladybug.

Fredrick got for her during the first month of that magical summer. They went to some dirty adult party three cities away where people in their twenties and thirties were doing cocaine out in the open. Evie shared a tab of acid with Fredrick that unlocked her entire psyche. Draped herself into him to watch colors spin along the TV. Felt his hand palm her breast before they found a room.

“Do you think I’m fat?” Evie asked between kisses, coming down from her trip and sweltering with heat. Trembling too hard.

“What?” He actually laughed into her mouth, came out and pulled her body flush. “You’re not fat, love, you’re so beautiful.”

At the time, Evie wasn’t sure how that answer made her feel worse.

But, the lady bug pin was now scuttling into her stomach. She nearly broke the drawer with her clenched fists pushing it down.

Exhale.

Oh, how she moaned like a wanting slut that night. Rode Fredrick hard and turned over afterward for him. Started to cry when he tried to take her home afterwards because she didn’t want to go.

Didn't want the dreaming to end. She wanted to stay wrapped up in him forever.

It was their first fight. He screamed she was being a child and manipulating him. They both shouted about telling her mother the truth.

Evie really started to sob that she hated him and he just held her wrists and kissed her deeply. Softened suddenly as she fell into his arms. Told her she was too pretty to be so upset. That she had a hold on him. That he was starting to fall deeply and madly in love with her.

And that made her feel like a god.

They ended up back at his place. Evie got home the next day to Mona hiding her pack of smokes behind a picture of Dolly Parton. Not asking where her daughter had been all night. Just said to get ready for her next talent show.

Hungover, Evie still won the prize money that went into some new clothes, her future fund, and fresh paint for the salon. Talent scouts cooed to keep growing.

“Evie!” A knock startled her daydreams. The drawer smacked shut. Heather poked her face in and frowned. “Oh, honey...you need some more ice on that. We made pancakes.”

“We?”

“Steve and I. Billy went home to shower, he had to give Max a ride somewhere. Come on, eat some breakfast.”

Evie changed, rubbing her throat on the way out. Steve blinked at her and tried not to wince.

“I know it’s not pretty.” Evie pressed her lips.

“You saw me after Hargrove kicked my ass.” Steve reached over the little island counter to give her chin this encouraging tap. Darling smile curling. Heather put a big plate down so Evie slid onto a stool.

“Thanks, sorry I passed out last night.”

“Ice cream will be a good pick me up later.” Heather kissed Evie’s good side. “Want us to stick around today?”

“Ah, we can hang out tonight. I gotta clean up and I wanted to go talk to Billy about something.” Evie took a bite and sighed. Steve and Heather exchanged looks. “Nothing happened. Perverts.”

A beat before laughter erupted. It felt so needed this hour

** ** **

Evie tried to use makeup to cover the easier welts. Felt useless with her eye socket the size and color of Jupiter. A huff before she flicked a brush aside and stood. She left Blue on the couch before venturing out. Frost and slush marked the unforgiving winter outside. Evie had waited until Neil’s car left and crossed over. Knocked.

Susan poked her head out.

“Oh, Evie, I... Dear, what happened?” Susan’s wedding ring caught the light as she touched her lips with worry. Red hair piled up upon her head and a sea foam sweater dress.

“I slipped on the ice.” Lashes batted. “Sorry, I caught you in the middle of something.”

“No, I was unpacking the last few boxes in our garage. Shifting some furniture. Think we’re finally moved in. I was just going to change and catch the bus, our shelves are bare.” Susan held the door back.

“I was here to see Billy, is he…?” Evie trailed off when she heard it. The blasting music from the farthest bedroom. Shut tight.

“Yes, in his room. Evie, he’s… He’s in a mood and might not come out.”

“A mood?” Evie studied the woman. Thin hands clasping so hard that they paled.

“Maybe a friendly face will be good.” Susan decided, not convinced but too polite to turn Evie away now. “Go on ahead.”

It appeared Max was out with friends. Susan disappeared into the kitchen after gesturing so Evie crossed down the hallway. Knocked and wasn’t heard. Pounded harder.

“I’m busy, Susan!” Came the bark.

“Not Susan.” Evie shot right back. There was a curse before some scrambling and the door yanked open. Billy in a white tank tucked into some jeans with grey socks. Lax. Chain shifting as he breathed. “You look real busy.”

Eyes screwed up at her. Seemingly irritated.

“What are you doing here?”

“You left, I just...wanted to hang out. Talk, I mean.” Her feet shuffled before she matched his taller posture. Chin lifting.

“Getting clingy on me.”

“As if you have any business talking about that.” She joked, arms crossing.

“I spent the night in your bed. We shot the shit, I’m not your boyfriend.” His clipped tone etched some surprise over Evie’s face.

“Okay, asshole, when and where did I ask if you wanted to be my damn boyfriend? You going to ease up a little bit? I don’t need that.” Evie flared and he sucked in his cheeks before pulling her into his room and shutting the door. “The fuck is your problem all the sudden?”

Billy had gone to turn the music down a bit, head craning to see her pressed into his door. One of his hands was idly rubbing his ribs. Some of their anger died. A tense expression crossed his face.

Evie realized she’d never really seen the inside of his room. Smelled like Billy. Smoke, hairspray, and cologne. Random plates and beer cans with smashed cigarette buds. A little vanity made of crates. Near empty shelves. Weights laying round. Laundry mostly in a basket propped up in the corner. Curtains that were really clipped up sheets. Something somber about it all. Like nothing was his. Like he had to make the space livable. Bearable.

“I don’t plan for guests.” He plucked up a pack of cigarettes.

“Bullshit, I see girls climbing in and out of your window.” Evie lightened the tension. Billy hitched as if he might chuckle. Felt guilty instead.

“Well, help yourself to a seat.” Billy kicked back into a beaten brown couch so Evie nudged her shoes aside and joined him on the other end. “Well?” He lit himself a smoke and scratched his chin, eyes on the window.

“About last night, that stuff I said...”

“Weren’t drunk so you can’t take it back.” The white hot cherry pointed to her.

“I’m just saying," Evie gestured at air, "it was a lot.”

“Me beating the fuck out of our second period teacher was a lot.” Billy got his cigarette snatched before he plucked it back. “Think of your pretty voice, yeah?”

Evie pouted, made this rumbling sound at him before she sat back.

It clicked in Billy’s head.

“You’re looking to drown your sorrows. Finally something I can really help with.” Billy reached over the couch and came up with a bottle of amber liquid. There was an unmistakable sound of the front door closing, signalling Susan had left.

“Heather and Steve wouldn’t approve.” Evie took the bottle anyways. Gulped.

“Easy, jesus.” Billy drank after. One quick swig. Watched her bring her legs up to cross them. Leggings and a thick, violet sweater with wool socks. Curls spilling. “Small drinks, don’t be an idiot.”

“Strong words from you.” She sipped that time. Savored the woody burn as it went down.

“Don’t I know it?” He puffed. Evie offered him the bottle and sighed, relaxing before she spoke.

“Did Fredrick cry when you hit him?”

“Like a bitch.” Billy exhaled smoke. “Drove past his place after I dropped Max off at her friend’s. Cleared the fuck out.”

“Oh.” It still ached. This person who touched her life was suddenly gone. Maybe never to return. Like her father. It should have been a fucking comfort and instead everything ugly swimming under Evie’s skin pushed to the surface.

“Did you like it?” A whisper.

“I always do.” He spoke, drank about it. Evie thought back to leveling Tannen’s face. Silently agreed. Wondered when he would break his chains to get revenge.

“Do you think I’m fat?” Her tone droned next.

“Why are you asking me stupid questions, Evie?” Billy’s cigarette was hanging lazily from his lips. Bold, crystalline eyes appeared bored at her as an arm came up on the couch. She blinked at him.

Evie liked that reply. She was fat. She was pretty, too. She hoped. They can coexist. Billy could just be crass about it. Obscene.

She enjoyed that about him, too. Even if she wouldn't admit it.

“Do you think about fucking me when you masturbate?” She said in the same controlled tone.

Billy choked, almost inhaling his lit stick, and spit it on the floor. Still coughing, his head snapped with bulging eyes. Stepping on the cigarette to kick it under the beaten sofa.

Pride swelled.

“What the fuck, Evie?” He set the liquor aside. Evie was on her feet lightning quick so he got up also. Just as quick. “Hey, why’d you come here?”

She had the door open when his palm smacked it shut. Evie spun there, pressed between him and the wood. Billy breathing into her space. One arm still outstretched. Too intent.

Evie thought for a moment, she heard his pulse begin to race.

Her heavy eyes flashed at him. Waiting there for something to crack.

And then trembling fingers dipped and clicked the lock on the doorknob without breaking eye contact.

This shrewd look crossed his eyes. Filled his whole expression with neon light.

God damn, he was just too beautiful. Stunning like ethereal Cupid about to revive Psyche with true love's kiss after their trials. Wings unfurling all delicate and feathery. They both crystallized.

“I should go.” Evie said without trying. Not moving an inch. Billy dropped his arms and stepped back to see her. Flicking his eyes before he let his light burn. Leaned forward and bit the inside of his cheek. A rasp.

“Take your fucking clothes off.”

Evie threw herself at him.

Knocked Billy back into the bed while their lips collided. The boy caught fire. He pushed her to turn them over. Already shoving between her legs. So hard, he figured he might blow his load right there. Evie’s lips on his neck made it worse. Made him moan until his leg shook like a dog’s would.

Yeah, it had been awhile.

“Fuck.” Billy pulled up, left Evie pawing for him. Fingers under her sweater to yank.

“Wait.” Evie gasped out so he stopped. All her fervor hid under the bed. Unable to meet those eyes.

“What?” Billy sat back on his knees. “Scared I won’t like what I see?”

“It’s too bright in here.” She turned to let the sheets fall over the blinds. Went for the other.

“Leave some light. Wanna see you.” Billy batted his lashes as he said that. Made her melt. Quickly, he pulled his own shirt off. Flashed the reason for all this anger earlier. Splotchy bruises along his ribs where Neil’s knuckles pushed in for whatever reason he picked that morning.

Evie paused to see them. Saw Billy’s rock hard chest sink in. Reached out and got her wrist snatched. Gentle as can be.

“Don’t worry about it.” His eyes averted.

“Don’t worry about mine.” Evie asked so Billy cupped her face and pushed her back into the sheets. She paused only to sit up and remove her top. Covered in fracturing rosy marks across fleshy curves. Before she had a chance to get insecure, Billy cut in.

“Leggings, too.” He winked, snapping the fabric. She scowled instead.

“You first.” Evie undid the loop of his belt, teeth tugging at her bottom lip as she did. Billy felt himself shudder. Stood up so she followed.

They stared at each other. Didn’t touch and undressed there in the too soft lights down to their underwear.

Billy’s eyes followed the swell of her breasts. Everything about Evie was plush. Dark curls hung over her shoulders. Really looked like a twisting goddess from a painting. She had her hands in front of her stomach and dropped them when he crossed. Inching her back into the wall.

A hand cupped her jaw before their lips opened. Arms went around his shoulders. Unafraid that he was looking at her in daylight.

Alive. Both of them felt alive.

Billy pressed further, let their bodies melt together. Tested how she felt against him. Flesh on flesh.

Several sensations erupted the moment his mouth was on her neck. Clouds bursting with rain. Fireworks splashing the night sky. Petals unfurled within Evie’s stomach. Gemstones grew out to crystallize. She wondered how pretty she’d be if Billy took a chisel to her flesh. Cracked the shell open. She ran her hands over his arms and felt the soft hairs there. Pulled him even in closer.

Fingers slid one bra strap down. Evie coaxed him further with digits woven into golden curls. Maybe Billy had a point about her being molten because she was about to spill hot between his fingers.

He came up. Moaned into her mouth. Palms gripping at flesh. Like he had to feel all of her at once. Evie bit her lip, neck craning back so he could inch lower again.

Billy Hargrove is about to fuck me, she could have giggled, and I’m going to fuck him hard and thoughtlessly.

She hitched a gasp just as his fingertips inched into cotton panties. Got ready to pull him back into bed.

Billy’s head lifted. The earring dangled almost violently when a door slammed. Evie’s dreams were sent scattering before they frozen together. Marble.

Water pouring over red hot iron to elicit the tempering sizzle.

“Fuck.” Billy recognized the sound. “Fuck. My dad.” He kept saying, pushing Evie’s clothing at her. “You need to go. Out the window.”

“What?” Evie barely had time to get dressed while he helped her. Both of them bursting at the seams. Billy yanked his jeans up and got the window open. Guided Evie over it as she was still forcing her sweater on.

“Billy!” Came a bark at the front of the house. Stomping followed. Evie plopped into the snowy grass with a groan as Billy dropped her shoes into her lap. Evie scrambled back up around the back of her house. Slammed the door and fell back against it like she had to hide too.

Lungs sputtered.

“What the fuck?” Her cheeks were an obscene cherry shade. She felt Billy all over her. Ached all between her thighs even in wet clothing. Huffed because she was unfucked and her sweater was inside out. “Shit.” Evie scrambled to her bedroom. Blue scuttled out to a food dish as Evie jerked the curtain open. Couldn’t see anything in Billy’s room.

Her phone rang.

“Yes?” A cry into the receiver.

“Cute that you worried for me.” Cool and even. Almost macho.

She puffed, sinking.

“Shut up.”

“Guess my dad’s beer run wasn’t as long as I thought.” Billy blew air out his lips. “Was hoping he’d be working today. They cut his hours down this week for some reason. Made him real fucking happy.”

“Come over here.”

“No, I’m locked in for playing my music too loud and for being disrespectful this morning. Gotta wait till later, he’ll get drunk enough and forget.” Billy reclined on his bed. Something horrible there because he was used to this. Music was playing softer behind him. Mingling with Neil in the living room watching some show play on. “You’re...intense.” His blase attitude and joke almost set Evie at ease. She fell into bed, eyes rolling.

“Uh. So, are you." A beat. "...Were you surprised?”

“Yeah, actually. I had you figured for a shy, little birdie.”

“Everyone thinks that about me. I sing and dance. I like sex and stage lights. I get mad. I’m not shy. Maybe at times about my...but, I get over it. Women can be as intense as men in the sack, you know?” Evie sounded insulted.

“Don’t worry, I’m a quick learner.” He’d mused. “Learning new things about you every day.”

Evie couldn’t explain why that made her blush. Hard. The silky timbre of his voice lulling her into genuine security.

“Learned that I can make out your accent more when you’re sleepy, on the phone, and in lust.”

“In lust? Shut up.” She mocked. “Don’t have an accent. You probably can’t even tell the uptown and downtown accents apart in N'awlins.” Ah shit. Billy found that hilarious as Evie cringed.

“That so, N'awlins?” Billy countered. “Just say the word, bayou, for me.”

“...That’s a hard pass. Are all Cali boys this insufferable?” She rolled over to swing her legs up.

“We are, actually. But, I am the prettiest.” His smile dazzled with no one to admire it. Evie saw it in her mind and wanted to just toss him over town.

“I’ll give you that for admitting it.” A breath followed. Evie toyed with one of her curls. Tugged. “I had you all shaky there.” His tongue clicked.

“No idea what you mean.” That cheekiness she enjoyed dripped from his rich tone. “Bummed, I was this close to seeing your tits.”

“They’ll be the same later. I think. I don’t know, I always thought they were shaped funny.” Brown eyes turned to the ceiling as she rolled back. one arm behind her head.

“Later, she says. Huh. And I’ll be the judge of that. I’m a professional and I’m not picky. Any shape is good, I’m in this for the taste.”

“Sleaze.” Evie pouted and a chuckle sounded. Billy sighed. "How'd you get my number, by the way?"

"Begged it from Heather on my way out. I can be smooth." He said. “You really want me over tonight? Steve and Heather won’t approve, am I right?”

She let out an aggravated sigh and Billy smiled again to himself. Imagined that scrunchy pout she liked to make. Fingers tapping his bare stomach.

“I mean, we can…hang out. Nothing wrong with that.”

“Like you came over just now to hang out, chica?”

“I didn’t come over just for that.”

“Sure. As if you also didn’t wet your blue panties for me.”

“You’re so gross.” Evie rubbed her legs together. Remembered his hands worshiping her flesh. Her flesh that she was conditioned to hate. Adjusted the phone and licked her lips. “Don’t make me regret this.”

“I’m just saying we can easily pick up where we left off, Evie.” The name rolled sinfully from his tongue. She swallowed. Flashes of Billy across her brain. His peachy tanned skin. His gold curls. His lips kissing her.

“Remind me where that was? Landed pretty hard there when you pushed me out the window.”

“Shit, yeah. About that-”

“I get it.” Evie didn’t need to make him explain. “I didn’t land on my head. Still raw from…” Where Fredrick tossed her into the wall. They both went silent. Just listened to each other breathe. Evie gave this dreamy sigh. “I like...your arm hair and I like the way you smell.”

He laughed.

"You're a funny girl, Evie."

"It's just...that intensity you have, I don't know. You are pretty." She rubbed her face. "I don't know what I'm saying."

“Your perfume goes right to my dick. You know that, too.” His joke lightened them both again. Evie rolled her eyes. “Explains why you practically crawl into my skin at night.” Billy remembered suddenly that he’d spent two nights with Evie and hadn’t screwed her. That was a rarity.

“You snore a little. Couple of grunts. Sorta adorable.”

“Don’t even get my started on how dead silent you get.” Billy’s eyes trailed over his room. He could still smell her honey amber scent lingering. Hummed into the pillow. Obsession by Calvin Klein. Odd scent for a teen, but matching him in intensity and she wore it so subtly. All they could do was battle and weave together. Obsession and Aramis. This strange dance he was thrilled to continue.

“Never answered my question.”

“Already forgot it. Was it where we left off or what I’d do to you next?” Lips curled as her breath hitched. “Let’s see. I had you against the wall. Moaning so pretty. Lipstick smeared.”

Evie almost didn’t speak up when he paused before...

“And?”

“And I was gonna keep kissing down your tits. Get the rest of your clothes off. Tongue my way over your sweet nipples. Stomach too, I like to cover all the ground I can. See how shy you really are.” He licked his lips and Evie’s eyes got heavy.

“Not so shy when I tell you to keep going.”

“No, I guess not. Not until I push your sensitive thighs open, I bet you’d quake and purr. Blush like you clearly are now.”

Evie realized she’d been holding her breath. Didn’t even fight him. Clutching her sweater as he spoke so casually.

“It’s a real fucking tragedy. Me, waiting longer before I find out how you taste. That’s all I’m saying.” Billy’s breath was labored on the other end. “Still with me here, Angel?”

“Is...this your private line?”

Another snicker.

“Obviously. Why?” Billy had his jeans open. Bit his lip while he pooled arousal around his tip. Watched it trickle down into his stomach. Again. No reply. “Answer was yes, by the way… What you asked early if I thought about you. I do a lot. Fucking you. Eating you out. I knew you were a hair puller, we have that in common.”

“Not sure I trust you to last and get the job done with how worked up you get. All the trembling, it was kinda cute.”

“You clearly haven’t ridden my tongue.”

Fuck him.

“You have to actually stop talking to do that, Billy.” Evie laughed in the open and Billy smiled brighter, eyes crinkling. He walked into that one. Idly, she ran her fingers up her thigh. “Between you and I, I never let guys eat me out.”

Billy stopped to sit up.

“No shit?”

“It always made me nervous so I stopped them when they tried. All the mouth action comes from me.” Evie had sat up on the other end too. “I’m pretty good actually.”

“You’d let me fuck that beautiful mouth after I taste you?” He’d cooed. “Betcha that lipstick won’t look half bad on my skin since you never did start buying waterproof.”

“I guess it’s only fair.” Evie dropped her tone. “Still think you can’t handle it.”

“There’s the ego I was hoping for.” He shook his head. “But, I have to say, sweetheart, you’re missing out. That’s the real crime, not letting yourself get tongue fucked once in a while. Do you not know how to treat yourself?”

Evie mashed her face into the nearest pillow.

“I can’t stand you. I shouldn’t have said anything.” She muffled and Billy only laughed again, laying down. Imagined how cherry her lips and cheeks must have looked. Thought about tracing his thumb over her wet mouth. Smeared in slick red.

“Don’t get shy on me now. We established you weren’t.”

“It’s weird.”

“Not weird. You just let a guy kiss down and nature takes over.”

“It’s not that simple with me.”

“Sure, it is. Let me walk you through it. Take your leggings and panties off.” He licked his lips. “C’mon, we got time to kill now.” There was some shuffling.

“It’s not a big deal,” Evie undressed anyways, “it’s just...I think about the angle and guys looking up and seeing my stomach and I get freaked out.”

“Sweetheart, my mouth will be buried in your pussy, I ain’t worried about your flesh. I’m more worried about my technique. These things you get so worked up about. Guys really don’t give a shit, the good ones anyways.” His vulgarity sent these fizzles all down her nerves. Actually made her feel better. “You just...tip your head back and enjoy it. Although, I don’t mind a little praise and eye contact. Make me feel like a good boy for once.”

“And I can’t like...play with myself to help?”

“You can, but just relax and let me take over. You can trust me to make you feel good, Evie. Might be nice to give up some control.”

He had no idea that he’d hit a nail on the head.

“So, kisses. Thighs open.” Evie settled into the pillows, free hand twisted into fabric with a cool breeze on her thighs. Breasts rising. “Would you use your fingers too?”

“If you ask me sweetly.” Billy saw beads of precum all over his abdomen. Throbbed and tried not to grunt. “I’d like to. I’d like to lick my way inside you. Hold your legs open and kiss your clit until you’re begging for more. Love the view of you. Spread open and wet for me. Like how you feel.”

“You’ve never been with a girl my size.” Evie broke into his daydreams.

“You don’t know that.” He paused. It was true.

“Yes, I do, Billy.” Evie didn’t know why the thought was stark and gnawing. “I’m bigger than you. Wider. Maybe even heavier.”

“Bet, I can lift you just fine.” He rubbed his face, eyes searching. “I liked it. Touching you. I wasn’t shy about it, was I? Fucking soft. I’m not used to that against me. You’re warm and when I squeezed you against me, I wanted to throw you on my bed so fucking bad. Can't explain it.”

She went silent so he found a joke.

“If it makes you so nervous, I promise to let you suck me off after.”

“A dashing gentleman if I ever saw one.” She broke out of the nerves.

“Just think about it, Evie. You ever just take the time to appreciate how wet you made someone? Up close. It's a thrill.” Billy hitched as he palmed himself. Evie swallowed a lump.

“Are you…?”

“Am I, what?” Billy’s labored breathing made it obvious, but he wanted her to say it.

“Did I make you wet?”

“Jeans are ruined for the day.” He offered, husky under the music. “Should have risked hiding you in the closet.”

“We would have so been caught.”

“His problem.” Billy gruffed, changed the subject to work himself up. “Two clasps away from those tits. I won’t forget that.”

“Maybe I’ll play with them since you’re not here to.” She moved a hand under her sweater and Billy outright groaned.

“What do you taste like?”

“I recall you predicting heaven.” Sarcasm etched out. “It's possible you’ll find out if I’m in the mood again. I could be just now realizing this was a lapse in judgement.”

“Ah huh.” Billy gave himself a few strokes. Evie listened to him sigh too soft and husky in her ear. Pictured him atop her. Rock hard and moaning. Gorgeous like Apollo. Sun streaming upon his back. Illuminating curls.

She slid her fingers down. Hitched a sigh because she was soaked and aching.

“Would you kiss me after I sucked you off?” Evie played with herself. Let him hear the moan.

“With tongue. You could spit directly into my mouth for all I care. In fact, I might like that.” Billy hummed, tone changing to give an order. “Slip your fingers in if you haven’t already. I know what you’re doing, Evangeline.”

“You were doing it first.” Evie’s head pressed back into the pillows. She spread her legs and drew circles into herself, pressed two fingers in and moaned.

“Who’s fucking you right now, Angel?”

“Oh, you.” She was forward about that. Heart thumping. “Want your mouth and hands.”

“Told you.” His head tilted back. Tried to stay immersed in the lingering scent of her. “Play with your clit again. That’ll do until I get my tongue on you.”

Evie cursed that time. Accent lacing her tone. It made him smile brighter.

“If I had it my way, you won’t play with yourself at all. Know that? You want to get off, you just come to me and let me take care of you.”

“What a chore.” Evie sped and started to rock into her own touch.

“I’m always up to the task.”

Billy worked himself on the other end to every little mewl and sigh. Dirty talk went out the window as she gasped. Started to build herself up. Pictured Billy slicked and surrendered against cotton sheets. Stunning and batting his lashes while he opened his mouth and pumped his fist.

“Get yourself there, Angel, don’t wait for me.” He heard her curse louder and almost drop the phone back. With Billy’s little murmurs of dirty encouragement, she rubbed perfect circles. Imagined his fingers and tongue. His sly eyes and those fucking lashes. Muscles bulging hot under her grasp. Evie cried out, succumbed there and hitched to shake and shudder. Billy closed his eyes while she got off. Couldn’t wait to be the one who got her there.

“Fuck, Evie. You’re killing me.” One fists jerked up and down. Unable to get close because he was distracted with her. “I can’t...fucking shit. I was almost there a moment ago when you were here and now, ah…fucking hell.”

“Sounds like you need help.” Evie stretched like a cat against her pillows. Still trembling.

“Or another hand.” He sighed. “Or a mouth. Think about how you’d leave that red lipstick all over my dick.”

“I got an idea. If you give me shit, I’ll end you.” Evie pushed her blissful body up. “Come up to the window.”

“What…” Billy shoved a sheet aside to see her. Out of breath and curls sticking all over. Blushed and fucked. Gorgeous. “What are you doing?” He was still slowly jerking himself to keep the momentum. Evie looked around the grass and shrubbery. Rolled her eyes before lifting up her shirt and moving the bra down.

Billy’s mouth dropped along with his phone so she giggled as he disappeared to grab it.

“Fuck!” Billy caught himself and returned.

“Are they everything you pictured?” She bit her lip and winked. He was dead intent on her tits. Mouth open. Working himself harder.

“Push them against the window.”

Her hard, dark rosy nipples pressed there and Billy moaned. Wished he had them in his hands. Wished he would fuck her mouth and shoot his load on them.

“Yes, Evie, fuck.” He submitted. Almost sounded like a zombie. Under her spell. Typical boy. Working himself until… “Gonna cum.” Strings of release hit the wall as Billy dropped the phone again to finish. Evie still heard his muffled moans on the end and brought herself back down, giggling at the same time Billy fell into his pillows.

“Did I lose you, Billy?”

“No, but if you could pick my balls up off the floor, that’d be great.” He puffed and felt around for a tee to clean up with. “Okay. I’m gonna say this. We’re going to fuck. Hear me? I am going to fuck you. Can’t today. But, it's happening.”

“So certain. What, are you spent already?”

“Not gonna plan that far, we hang out as you say...and see what happens.” He caught his breath. “Can’t do it here and your two guards are going to be on you this week.”

“You thought awhile about this.” Evie licked her lips, still fixing her bra in place. “Maybe my common sense comes back.”

“Maybe you admit you’re warming up to me again. Sizzling fuse.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Evie rose out of bed and paused to sigh. Tone shifting. "Billy?"

"Hm?"

“What if he comes back?”

“He’s scared. He won’t. I stopped him.”

“I feel like I’m going to be constantly looking over my shoulder. You know?” Evie didn't want to touch the floor again.

“Then, I guess I know where to stand for your attention.” His quip had Evie biting her lip. Roses bloomed up her thighs and cheeks. “I also left my number under your lamp, by the way. Use it.”

Evie blinked and lifted it to see a torn slip with his handwriting. Slippery bastard.

“Yeah, I got it.” She bit back a smile. “I’ll...ah, see you later, Billy.”

“Yes, you will.” He paused. “One more question. More of a courtesy.”

“What?”

“Preferred method of birth control? Have a couple rubbers. I’m clean, by the way. But, are you an in or out type of girl?”

“Also clean. And I’m an avid user of the pill, smartass. Use that information however you like.” She hung up, leaving Billy to laugh on the other end. He brought the phone away, still so stupid happy. Dreaming himself away.

Psyche went through so many trials for Cupid. Billy wondered about the after. About Eros picking up some trials of his own to keep a girl that tangled him so ardently. About how it felt worth it down to the beating core. All’s fair...

Evangeline Fenny might really be the end of him.

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rootiebaga · 3 years

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im also sorry for uploading this twice-

sorry for not doing much

B U T- i have ideas for abnormality ocs, these are mostly related to nursery rhymes and stories i remember,

these might not be original ideas so,, bear with me

(tiny tw for: murder, death, comas and mass disappearances,)

just a reminder i dont know what these guys risk classes would be, so bear with me on this one

so lets start off with the story one, more specifically, the pied piper

so i read an article of its disturbing truth and its said that the piper is the personification of death, you know what that means?

i make the piper a gentleman with a wife and 2 sons who are twins (isabel and gregory, see? their important) named mori (”i apologize to my sons that i couldn’t control myself, i hope you two are doing well,”)

mori’s life before his death basically played out like the pied piper, but it took a much different turn

he decided to put the rats who were infesting the town into an abandoned clock tower, before they all starved and died, some of the rats, with all the strength they had left, formed 2 rat kings that were both merged together, (fun fact: this is another abnormality i thought of thats well- a clock filled with undead and decomposing mice, you probably know where im going with this)

what happened to the children? (except for his two sons) he murdered them and he went insane and murdered himself aswell, the police found the children and also his body many months later, and he moves on as a restless spirit, if any children have been bad a snake-like spirit with an angler fish’s face will rise up from their bodies, these guys dont do much harm, (theres a 30% chance that a plague (i thought inner demon was kinda cliche so uh) will rise from an employee’s body after they were killed) (tiny little thing i wanna add but i may not, if there are 5 plagues then they’ll merge with mori, making him even more dangerous) (also off topic to the story but mori himself wasn’t diagnosed with anything before he died, he didn’t have any mental trauma, in fact, he was generally a nice person to talk to, but rumour has it the flute might’ve caused this murders to happen)

he was basically locked in the cabin for well- months, until someone (isabel who was training to be a flute player) played the song his father usually plays on his flute every new year

that was.. a bit dark, holy shit-

heres the next one for this post

you know the nursery rhyme hey diddle diddle?

well i thought of 4 different abnormalities for this one, that usually switch randomly from one abnormality to another every day, reset, or if you had them first in one of the departments, every memory repository

the least harmful (dammit, accidentally put harmless instead of harmful) one is the laughing dog (”with every cry the spirit made, the kingdom’s castle broke more and more, until the residents of the kingdom disappeared, even himself.”)

basically its a regular pet dog but its in a jester outfit like its halloween or something, the dog was said to be a reincarnation of a medieval jester

basically, kinda like crumbling armour except with attachment, if you do attatchment, you’ll get a gift that gives you more work success

but, dont get your hopes up! if you do attachment too much the person with the gift will laugh until they cant breathe and eventually die (hi yes i didn’t notice that library of ruina has a jester related abnormality, im not kidding. i really didn’t know that it already existed)

the next one is moon jumper (”who knew the moon orbiting the earth would also have something orbiting it? it would seem pretty crazy to believe!”)

this guy is an astronaut with cow horns that hasn’t succumbed to space even though the glass thats protecting their face from space, has cracked a little, they were found circling the moon for some reason and even trying to jump over it

when they breach, they do it passively, usually, everywhere they go theres an effect that causes the room to have the gravity of the moon, meaning abnormalities (even himself) including employees go very slow (heres a thing i added, sometimes an employee may float upwards, they will soon fall down. the fall causes red damage, because you know- they fell-)

moon jumper can be very helpful when suppressing abnormalities due to this power, and after a few minutes he will slowly walk back to his containment

the next one is the cat’s fiddle (”people have thought the instrument was a curse made for the person wielding it,”) a lady with cat eyes, if you zoom in you can hear the sound of someone playing the fiddle. theres a new special work for this abnormality called “trade” for if the person wants to trade their weapon for the fiddle for a while, if you forget to bring it back by the end of the day, dont worry as the weapon that was traded for the fiddle will return back to the employee the next day, if the person wielding the fiddle ever goes insane, they’re eyes will become cat-like (mostly like the woman’s) and they’ll begin slicing the throats of people.

and the last one from the hey diddle diddle gang is the dish that ran with the spoon, (”wake up! please! its not over yet..”) it is a widower who sees illusions of his wife and the wedding disaster, he usually thinks his wife is still breathing. what this wedding disaster means is unknown.

when he breaches his illusion (aka his wife) will appear from another department, on top of a random department’s room will be a wedding ring, they are harmless at first, but if they finally see each other, and the wedding starts, the wedding will abruptly end with the wife’s neck bleeding, her falling onto the floor and fading out of existence, and the widower quickly snapped back to real life, with the realization that his wife is long gone, madness takes over him and he starts to attack the guests that partook in the wedding

next one! its another nursery rhyme related abnormality,

old man coma! (”whatever they said, whatever they tried to do, they couldn’t save him from eternal rest, I already took his last moments away.”)

basically its an old man, who appears to be sleeping in a bed.

his qliphoth counter is at 2, when its at 1, (either bad result, prudence level 3 and lower or repression work, it’ll also go down if the person was damaged by white damage in any way the day they’re working on old man coma) the containment will start to glitch a bit, likes its slipping back into reality, when its at 0, a flat-line can be heard, the containment will change again and the old man will now be lying in a hospital bed thats right next to a heart monitor,

the actual abnormality is his condition, which takes the form of a shadow with bleeding eyes, although its sort of calm, its violent to those who had previous head injuries, (example: hitting your head on things) since head injuries remind it of the old man

when it escapes from the containment it will search for employees with prudence 3 or lower, after it finds one it will soon go into the employee’s brain and make them pass out by just bumping either an employee or an abnormality, they will stay passed out till the end of the day, they will only go for one person, then they’ll be back in containment, but that doesn’t mean the employee will still live! at the next day the employee will be missing, and a notification will pop up that the employee is dead.

i keep getting alot of ideas so heres the final one: missing persons busride! (its based off of glitch in the matrix stuff,) (”so.. this is the thing that caused the mass disappearances?”)

this is a tool abnormality i thought of. like the name says its a bus with grayscale colors, when an employee gets onto the bus (aka uses it) it’ll drive to a portal and come back. there is a chance that the employee will get a work speed boost, but theres also a chance that the person will go missing, you’ll know this if the person comes back as a sorta visible glitchy shadow, there will be no notification specifying the person’s death, and if they are gone, they are gone forever, even if you try to reset or memory repository, they will still be gone. you will have to create the employee again if you want them back.

so thats all for now! i hope that this is alright,

#this was uploaded twice because one. i am so scared to post this cause it may be too edgy and two. uhh- i dont know #tw: murder #tw: death #tw: coma #tw: mention of mass disappearances #rootys abnormality ideas #abnormality ocs i guess #lobotomy corp related stuff-

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mimi10134 · 3 years

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Fall (A Star Wars OC Story) Chapter One

They say that the worse part about being a Jedi is the continuous witnessing of death and destruction. Or at least that is what my master would tell me and before the death and destruction didn’t bother me. But when I witnessed the death of my own master, I began to finally see the real picture of the Clone Wars.

When the pilot was landed at the Jedi Temple in the metropolitan planet of Coruscant there were dark clouds covering the skies and a small amount of rain was beginning to fall. I sat next to my master’s casket wearing my dark brown cloak with the hood up. I continued to stare at the casket, I had cried nearly the entire trip back and now all I felt was emptiness. The platform of the ship opened to reveal all the members of the Jedi Council, they too had their hoods up.

Stand up, Natalia, I told myself.

Slowly making my way down the platform, I didn’t make eye contact with anyone as I walked into Jedi Temple. Once inside, I parted ways with my old master as his body needed to be prepared for the burial ceremony. Watching the two clones push him down the hall, I felt a presence come over me and a voice.

Remember that death isn’t the end. It is merely the beginning.

It was the voice of my master.

“Natalia,” I heard behind me.

Turning around, I saw that it was Anakin Skywalker. He and I were good friends and often times were told that we could be twins. We wore similar Jedi robes and had the same colored hair but mine was longer and always worn in a braided ponytail. I could always talk to him but today was a day I needed to be alone. Ignoring his words, I walked down the hallway where they took my master. I knew that Anakin would try and follow me.

“Let her be, Anakin,” I heard someone say, “She has a lot to process.”

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The funeral was brief. I, the Jedi Council and several other Jedi stood around to watch the cremation of this once powerful Jedi Master. While Master Shun never wanted a padawan at first, he grew to like me, just as I had grown to like him. In my hands I held his lightsaber and I would hold onto it so long as I was a Jedi. After the ceremony ended and everyone filed out, I decided to retreat to a secret spot in the Temple that I found when I was a youngling. It was in a tower that was toward the back of the building, very few people knew about it and I liked it that way. It was my escape from the never-ending war.

It was a small circular room that had a giant glass window that overlooked Coruscant. Small trinkets laid around and random posters covered the walls. I made this space into my own. Sitting on a cushioned bench, I had my knees to my chest as I watched the falling sun.

What is going to happen to me now, I thought, I don’t know if I can do this without you, Master.

My thoughts soon ended by the door opening. In walked a clone, who was dressed in all white and whose helmet was off to reveal his bald head with small purple tattooed lines on it.

“Hey Nat,” he said, “Thought I would find you up here.”

“I am really not in the mood, Knight,” I said looking back out the window, “I just wanna be alone.”

He let out a sigh, “I’m sorry about what happened, Nat. I can’t imagine what is going through your mind right now. But, know that you have a lot of people who are here to help you.”

“Help me,” I said looking at Knight, “All the council wants to do is stick me with another Master so I can continue my training. They don’t care about my wellbeing. They are expecting me to just get over this.”

Knight placed his helmet down on a nearby table and sat next to me placing a gentle arm around me.

“I care about you,” he said, “I don’t want to see you suffer like this alone. Talk to me.”

I laid my head against Knight’s shoulder and began to cry. With his free arm, he wrapped it around me and hugged me.

“I got you, Nat,” he said, “I’ve got you.”

I knew that this relationship that I had with Knight was wrong and he knew it as well. But we didn’t care because we were in love. It is what happens when you spend a generous amount of time with someone, it is only human. The relationship started about six months ago, Knight was the only person who cared to listen to what I had to say and whenever I was around him, I felt safe. This moment was then ruined by my comm link going off.

I groaned and then answered, “Yes.”

“This is Master Windu. Your presence is requested before the Council.”

I didn’t respond back and simply stood up.

“See,” I said, “Told you that they only care about my training.”

Knight stood up and gave me a small peck on the top of my head before I left the room. Out in the hallway, I noticed all eyes falling on me, whispers began to rise amongst the other padawans and younglings. The girl who lost her master. The girl who had no idea what she was going to do. The girl with no future. Arriving outside the council room, Anakin stood there with Captain Rex.

“Natalia,” Anakin said, “How are you doing?”

I paused for a second, “I am being summoned to appear in front of the council the day that I cremated my master. I could be better.”

Before Anakin could respond, I walked into the council room, with Anakin following behind me. I stood in the center of the room, all the council’s eyes on me.

“Natalia,” Windu began, “Let me start by saying, we are sorry for the passing of your Master. Master Shun was truly a one of a kind Jedi and will be missed greatly.”

I remained silent with my arms crossed.

“There is now the conversation about your training,” Windu said, “While we don’t have a new master set up for you yet. We can provide you with a temporary one. Master Kenobi has offered to take on this task.”

I looked over at Master Kenobi who was smiling at me.

“Glad to know that my training is a task for you all,” I said, “It has even been a day and you are moving on as if this happened last year.”

There was a silence that gripped the air. The kind that was unsettling and one that no one wants to the first to speak in.

“Master Shun would want you to continue your training,” Obi-Wan finally said, “We haven’t forgotten what a wonderful master he was to you and I promise that I will do my best to keep to his teaching methods. He may be gone, Natalia but I assure you he isn’t forgotten.”

I remained silent again. There was no more energy left in me to fight anymore. At least not today.

“Fine,” I said, “Is there something else or can I finally get some sleep?”

“That will be all for now,” Windu said, “Thank you Natalia.”

I gave a slight bow and left the room. When the doors shut behind me, I stayed outside in the hallway and listened in.

“Master Skywalker,” Windu said, “How well do you know Natalia?”

Anakin was silent for a few moments and then said, “Well enough to know that probably assigning her a new master the day that her old master got cremated was not the best move.”

“It is important that a Padawan’s training is uninterrupted,” Windu said, “We shall allow for Natalia to mourn the loss of Master Shun but we also need to ensure that she is still on the path to becoming a Jedi Knight.”

“How considerate of you,” Anakin said sarcastically.

I gave a half smile at the fact that Anakin tried to stick up for me. Only a true friend would do that.

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Darkness is all that consumed me. No matter where I looked that is what I saw.

Hello, I said as my voice echoed.

I also wasn’t wearing my normal grey and black Jedi robes; they were all white.

Hello, my padawan, a voice said behind her.

Turning around, I saw that is was Master Shun. His kind eyes and slight long grey beard made me smile. I always joked with him that one day I would shave this beard. Too bad that day never came.

Still never got around to shaving it off, I smiled, I miss you.

He smiled and then cocked his head to one side, Do you really though?

The smile disappeared from his face and he began walking toward me. My stance tightened.

If you really cared about me, you would have been there for me. But you weren’t.

No, I said, I tried but I couldn’t.

You left me for death, Natalia he said stopping in front of me, And now you have to live with that burden for the rest of your life.

Suddenly a red blade shot through Master Shun’s chest.

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I shot up from my sleep to find that I was safe in my room within the Jedi Temple. My face was dripping with sweat and my breathing was fast. After a few moments, I began to calm down and arose from my bed and exited the room. It was early in the morning. Early enough where the hallways in the Temple were quiet and empty. I made my way down the hallway and looked up at the window art that depicted the great Jedi Knights before me. I was always inspired to be like them one day, wanting that glory, that honor. I then entered a small meditation on my left and saw that Master Yoda was there.

“Master Yoda,” I said entering, “I didn’t expect anyone to be up this early.”

“Trouble sleep you are having,” he said opening his eyes.

“Something like,” I said sitting down.

“Bad dreams about you master, hm?”

I shifted in my seat thinking about the dream. It felt so real to me, as if I was witnessing his death all over again.

“I know that we aren’t supposed to form attachments to people,” I began, “I tried to not be too attached to Master Shun and I didn’t think losing him would affect me this much. But every time I think about what happened, I think about ways I could have prevented him from dying. What I could have done differently.”

I sighed and continued, “I don’t know if I can continue down this path without him. While I agree that Master Kenobi is a great teacher, nothing will replace the bond that I had with Master Shun.”

“A hole that will never be filled,” Master Yoda said, “With the Force your master is. With you he is.”

He was right.

“Perhaps discussing what happened could help.”

Here it was. The moment that I was dreading. I knew it would have to be discussed at some point after all I was the only person with Master Shun at the time of his death.

“It was a standard recon mission that went bad,” I began, “We had gotten word that battle droids were spotted on the planet Oria. Some local had reported it. Master Shun knew he should have told the council, but we were in the same sector. So, we decided to just go. To not cause any fear amongst the locals, Master Shun ordered that he and I were just to go down.”

I paused in reflection on that day. I remembered every moment leading up to leaving for Oria with Master Shun.

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“Natalia,” Master Shun said with a slight British accent, “Are you still with me?”

He and I sat in our individual fighters, flying toward Oria’s surface.

“Sorry Master,” I said shaking my head, “I am here. Just preparing myself for what we might face.”

“Well good,” he said over the comms, “If the Separatist are here, we need to be ready.”

Going through Oria’s atmosphere, the sand and desolate planet came into full view. Oria was known for two things, bounty hunters and unbelievable hot weather. I and Master Shun knew we had to be careful. Landing on the sandy ground, Master Shun was the first to jump out and look out at the horizon.

“Isn’t it nighttime here,” I said walking up to him, “Why is it so hot?”

“Welcome to Oria,” Master Shun said walking, “Come. The location of where the battle droids supposedly are isn’t far from here.”

I followed behind my master as we made our way up and down the sand dunes. The air was quiet, minus the few creatures that lived on this hot dusty rock. Soon, we found ourselves in a dried-up river bed. It was deep, with huge walls of rock and sand on either side of them.

“Hm,” Master Shun said stopping, “Looks like the intel was wrong. We should have been able to see them from here.”

I looked side to side and then shrugged, “Well, I guess that’s that.”

Suddenly I heard the sound of a lightsaber activating behind me.

“Look out,” my master said activating his lightsaber.

He used the Force to push me out of the way of the assassin’s deadly strike. Falling off to the side, I was quick to my feet and soon was engaging in the battle with my master. Wearing all black, the assassin held a double-sided red lightsaber in one hand and a knife in the other, a hood covered their face. This assassin was well trained and always seemed to be one step ahead of Master Shun and myself. We dueled our way out of the canyon and up a cliff. I dodged each blow left and right but was caught off guard by the assassin’s foot which made me stumble backwards and fall over the edge.

“NO,” Master Shun shouted.

Luckily I managed to grab onto a root that was sticking out the side of the cliff, and with the strength I had left in me, I climbed up to the top. When I got there, I saw my master had locked his lightsaber with the assassin’s and was pushing them into the ground.

“MASTER LOOK OUT,” I shouted.

Master Shun looked back at me and then the assassin drove the knife into chest.

“NO,” I shouted jumping up.

Master Shun fell to his side as I jumped in the air with my lightsaber ignited. The assassin then Force-held me in the air and pushed me back, making me hit my head.

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“When I woke up, Master Shun was dead and the assassin escaped,” I said looking at Master Yoda, “I tried to help. But it was too late. He was gone.”

I looked down at the ground. Trying to hold back the tears.

“Find this assassin we must,” Master Yoda said, “Discuss with the council I will.”

“I want to help,” I said looking up.

“No,” Master Yoda said immediately, “Too emotionally involved you are. Reflect on this you must. Trust the council, you should.”

“But---.”

“A final decision I have made,” Master Yoda said walking out of the room, “Stay here, you must.”

I watched as Master Yoda left the room. When the door shut, I took my Master’s lightsaber off my belt and gripped it tight.

“I will find who did this,” I said, “That is my promise to you.”

#starwars #oc #story #starwarsoc

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istheresomebodywhocanimagine · 5 years

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New York Minute PT. 1

anonymous said: I saw you say your requests are open (but your bio doesn’t say they are so I totally understand if I misunderstood and I apologize). I was wondering if you could do a ben hardy imagine where the reader and he aren’t together but he gets jealous about one of the other boys (and realizes his feelings) and the rest is up to you ;) thank you! and anonymous said: Ooh could you do an age gap thing with either roger or ben of like roger being in the early 1980s and reader/oc being in their early 20s and Ben being the age he is now with someone in their early 20s??

(a/n: this will be a multi-part series!!!! i just had too many ideas for these requests and had to go crazy - sorry i’ve been so inactive lately yall i promise i’ll try to post more now that the summer is winding down. i should have part two out in the next week or so??? anyways this one’s a thickie tbh (like.... almost 10k) so buckle up!!!)

"Ben's moving here? He that blond bitch in all your posts?" You were draped across Joe's couch, feet resting on his left thigh as you popped another berry into your mouth, humming happily as you chewed. Joe's eyes were slightly glazed over, still focused on the TV that was playing some baseball game as you studied his face, watching the way his tongue darted out to wet his lower lip before he afforded you a quick glance. "Yeah. Real 'lad' type, Gwilym's words. Kid's a textbook definition of a ladies man when he wants to be." "Kid? How old is he?" you asked curiously, quirking an eyebrow at your rather indisposed neighbor. His fingers tapped at the armrest to his right, and you scowled a bit at his apparent disinterest in your questions. He was always a baseball guy, but you couldn't believe how distracted he could become by a single game. You were less than a couple feet away, and it was like you were speaking into the void. "I thought he was like 30."

"28," Joe corrected, still not taking his eyes off of the TV. You huffed at that. 28 was still a good half a decade older than you, and here Joe was calling him a kid. "If he's a kid, then I'm baby." "What? What does that.... why do you always say that?" he asked, finally looking at you with a questioning look that seemed more pained than anything else. "I'm baby? What does that mean?" "It means.... I don't know how to explain it, Joey, I'm baby!" you exclaimed, throwing up your arms in defeat before letting them fall back down limply. "Anyways, you said he's a ladies man? Is he gonna put the moves on me?" Joe snorted at that, returning his gaze to the TV as you sat the plate back on the coffee table, waiting patiently for his answer. "Maybe. Like I said, he's a ladies man when he wants to be." "Wants to be? What's that supposed to mean?" you asked, suddenly wanting to clarify the discrepancy. Sitting up a bit, you pulled your feet off his lap and instead hugged your knees to your chest, staring across the couch at Joe, who was slightly slack-jawed and way too interested in the current play to answer. Clearing your throat, you spoke louder, commanding his attention. "Joe!" "Huh?" he asked, turning his head slowly over to you and following with his eyes a few moments later. Slowly, recognition registered on his face and he pulled his jaw closed, swallowing hard before he answered. "I mean he's a smooth talker, but he also gets all messy when he fumbles." "You get messy when you fumble during flirting," you pointed out, and Joe furrowed his eyebrows before sneering a bit, mocking your words under his breath. "You do! Remember that blonde at Feinstein's-" "Yes! I remember the blonde at 54 Below, okay? Let it go," he rushed out all in one go, his face a bit red as he closed his eyes and tried to push his memory of the wine-soaked night to the back of his mind. "And for the record, she did end up coming back to my apartment later." "I'm just saying." Holding your hands up in surrender for a moment, you made a show of letting it go before hugging your legs again, hiding your amused smile behind your knee. Joe's glare was almost burning, his narrowed eyes only making your smile harder to hide. It had been over two years since you moved in next to this dumbass, and you still hadn't learned a single thing about controlling your facial expressions from a well-seasoned actor like him. Finally, Joe sighed and shook his head, deciding to pick his battles wisely. "Anyways, he'll be here next week. Are you free Thursday? We're going out with Chace." "Chace?" you repeated, humming nervously before shaking your head. "No go. Chace still probably thinks I'm a moron from the time I thought he was you on the balcony so I came out and did jumper cables on his side and found out - surprise, surprise - it was not you." "That was like, two years ago. How do you still even remember that?" he laughed, turning his attention back to the screen. "I can't even remember what I ate for breakfast yesterday. Chace probably forgot all about it." "It was mortifying, Joe! Imagine some random chick just walking out on your friend's balcony and jabbing your sides with the force of a great typhoon." Pursing his lips, he considered it for a moment before grimacing. "Yeah, no, that's pretty fucking weird." It fell silent, Joe focusing on the game while you watched him once again, back to square one. Finally, you spoke to cut off the silence, wanting to make one last comment before you let him get too invested. "Ben's kinda cute. Is he single?" "Dunno," Joe answered noncommittally, making you frown as you stretched your legs out again, intentionally kicking his thigh lightly. "Ow!" Scowling at you, he reached out to smack your foot away before he crossed his arms, snuggling more into his armrest and fighting back a laugh. "I think he is. Know he has that bee dating app. Buzz....le. Bumblebee?" "Bumble," you snickered, nudging his leg again teasingly and making him fake scowl a bit more before he laughed once at himself, shielding his face from your gaze with one hand. "Stop, I know I'm a terrible millennial! I've got to start keeping up with this shit." "As a fellow millennial - you right."

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"First night out as an American citizen! How was it, bud?" "Dual citizen, thank you! You'd think as a dual citizen, you'd know what the hell to say," Ben corrected, his cheeks a deep red from the liquor coursing through his veins and muddling his thoughts. Closing his eyes for a moment, he leaned against the wall next to Joe's door as Joe fished through his pockets, grabbing the key chain with the worn-down Yankees mini-bat and picking out the key that read 'APT' on some painter's tape. You'd dubbed it so once Joe had forgotten which key it was for the fortieth time when you came over to help him patch a hole left in the wall by the previous renter. Ben just assumed the label was Joe's handiwork. It looked dorky enough. Sliding the key into the lock, he easily turned it and swung open the door a little too drunkenly, leading his equally-as-drunk friend into the living room. "You're American when you're here, okay? I'm requiring it by law, starting.... now!" Ben laughed, trudging his way into the apartment before heading down the hallway towards the bathroom and rubbing the side of his face, the skin hot to the touch. "M'not sure it works like that, but whatever. I gotta take a leak." Before Joe could yell out a half-assed reply after him, Ben had already disappeared into the room down the hall and to the left, only re-emerging minutes later and wiping his still-damp hands on his jeans while sending Joe a look that said everything about the glaringly empty towel ring, even without even saying a word. "Sorry! Laundry day, dude... I gotta piss." "I'm gonna have a smoke, then," Ben mumbled as Joe passed him in the hallway, transferring a slightly bent cigarette from the crumpled package in his pocket to his mouth as he made his way to the sliding doors that led out to Joe's balcony. The lock refused to budge at first, but it slowly slid out of place with a bit of extra effort from Ben and clicked up into an unlocked position before he moved to tug the door open. The door slid open a lot easier than the lock did, smoothly gliding over and letting in the pleasant, if a bit warm midnight breeze on the late spring day. It smelled vaguely of rain, and Ben wondered if it was going to storm later, a sardonic chuckle leaving his lips as he eyed the dark clouds hovering over the harbor. The moon peeked just under the bottom of one, teasing the city with a light that wouldn't last long. "Get a place in America to escape the rain and end up in a thunderstorm. Alright," he remarked to himself, flicking the lighter a few times before raising it to the cigarette end and lighting it. He inhaled slowly as he did so, feeling the familiar light burn of the tar smoke filling his lungs - it didn't taste as well as it once did, but it filled a space for the time being, and distracted him enough. In fact, it distracted him so well that he went on smoking for a good minute or so before he realized that there was another human being on the extended balcony with him. Their arm was dangling over the edge of the reclining lawn chair, which was conveniently placed next to a crate that featured a phone on a wireless charger and a half-drank bottle of Apothic Crush in a cheap wine chiller. Just a single bottle, sans a glass, a red that looked as though it tasted of relatively inexpensive inebriation and drunk texts to your best friend about how you were crying over Keanu Reeves. It was you, though he obviously wouldn't know that. Ben's usually warm green eyes widened in fear as he spotted your unfamiliar figure lazily draped over the fully reclined chair, your mouth hanging open slightly as you dozed away peacefully just out of reach of the rays of moonlight. You were wearing a familiar shirt, though - one for a baseball team Ben only faintly recognized because Joe had mentioned his brother being on that team. A faded 'Mazzello' was printed on the back, the end part visible to Ben as he peered curiously over at you, trying to figure out what in the hell his plan of attack was here. He had a predicament. There was a half finished cigarette in his hand, one that couldn't go back inside with him but also one that he didn't particularly want to drop from several stories up with this many people passing by below. And he sure as hell didn't want to waste the cigarette, so stomping it out was a no-go. But there was a literal stranger on Joe's balcony, drinking what was probably his wine and wearing his shirt, and in his inebriated panic over your presence, Ben conveniently skimmed over the full view he had of the door that led into your apartment. It was a shared balcony, a nice fact that Joe could have shared with his friend before he got 5 frantic texts and a picture of sleeping you in rapid succession. Benjamin: HOLY FUCJ Benjamin: Joe, getout here right now!!! Theres a literal stranger on your balcony! Benjamin: JOE Benjamin: [picture] Benjamin: WHY IN THE BBLOODY HELL IS THERE A STRANGE WOMAN It was less than 30 seconds before Joe came stumbling out, Ben staring at him helplessly as he held the cigarette just over the railing, nodding to your side. Peeking his head around the doorway, Joe managed to keep an even expression on his face as he cleared his throat, stepping out onto the balcony between you and Ben. "Hey!" You stirred a bit at Joe's aggressive tone, your lips smacking together as you ran your tongue over them and peeked open an eye just barely, indicating you were listening. "This is like the fifth time this week, lady, stop getting drunk on my porch and using my reclining chair!" "My reclining chair," you corrected, groggily raising to a sitting position and running a hand over your hair to smooth it down before looking down at the wooden crate and smiling sleepily upon remembering the wine. "Oh yeah. Mmmmm. Forgot about that." "Pfffft. Drunks, am I right?" Joe scoffed, throwing a thumb over his shoulder at you when he turned to face Ben. His hand came to rest on his hip that jutted out with a bit of sass as Ben stared at him in complete confusion, utterly baffled at how calm and collected he was despite the apparent situation. "Who are you calling a drunk, you drunk?" you giggled quietly, letting your head fall back against the chair as you eyed the back of Joe's head with an unreadable look. Joe rolled his eyes like it was obvious, not even turning to face you as he made an exaggerated annoyed expression at Ben, then proceeded to ignore your question. "I get these all the time, dude, crazy bums just taking up my space out here." "Why do you keep acting like I'm a homeless person bumming on your shit- No, nevermind, fuck you. I'm ignoring you now," you retorted, yawning as you reached for the wine bottle and pointing to the ground between you and Joe with your free hand as you narrowed your eyes. Ben's eyes followed your direction to a line of duct tape on the concrete below, clearly meant to demarcate something, though he wasn't sure what. It was crudely placed, but seemed to have an enormous effect on Joe when he looked over his shoulder and groaned, letting his head roll back for a second before he gave the wall opposite you a withering look. "Are we seriously still fucking doing this?" Joe remarked scornfully while he turned, his hands going into his pockets, and he slumped over a bit in stature as a pout etched itself into his features. "I said I was sorry. I was asleep! Also, is that my shirt? You said you'd bring that back weeks ago." You remained silent, staring up at Joe through your lashes in an unmoved manner before taking a drink of the wine. As you returned the bottle to the chiller, your attention switched over to Ben, who was still standing there in absolutely dumbfounded astonishment. A wondrous smile made its way to your lips, and Ben felt a light blush creeping onto his already-red cheeks as he dropped the cigarette to the concrete balcony floor, stomping it out gently and trying not to shrivel underneath your delightfully bleary, sleepy gaze. It was odd, being so affected by you. Ben usually had a relatively charming, laidback personality, and he was easy to get along with, but something about you sent him into a panic as he kept eye contact for a painful second or two, the sparkle in your hazy eyes enchanting to him. Maybe it was the liquor. Yeah, definitely had to be the liquor, he decided. There was no way that this dizziness was anything but top shelf gin having a row in his digestive system. His eyes dropped to the ground, seeming hyperfocused on his own actions, but it was blatantly obvious he was avoiding eye contact now. Noting the blush, your smile grew even wider as you sat up a bit, suddenly interested in the flustered man across from you. He looked quite familiar, and you were amused that he was so unsettled and shy right now - he didn't seem to be like the type who couldn't talk in front of girls. He must have just been caught off-guard today. "You're Ben, from the Queen thingie! Ah, I'm so glad I finally get to meet you, y'all are so cute on Instagram." Climbing up from your chair, you swayed a bit at the sudden rush of blood to your extremities, reaching out to steady yourself on Joe and grinning sheepishly. Then your gaze shifted once again to your neighbor, your eyebrow cocking slightly in challenge, and Ben let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding as you mumbled, "Never puts me on his Instagram like that. You'd think after two years-" "I've told you a million times, I can't let you steal the spotlight from me!" Joe teased back, crossing the duct tape line and dropping into the chair that sat just over the boundary of it, next to your reclining chair, his hand easily snatching the wine from the chiller before he took a long swig. "And besides," he added, his arm coming up to swipe a bit of excess wine that had dribbled out of the corner of his mouth. It looked like watery bloody slipping down his chin, and he quickly wiped it away before reaching over the wipe it on your leg, much to your chagrin. But he retracted his arm before you could reach out and swat at him, instead leaving you with a mildly grumpy expression while he grinned impishly. "Ben wouldn't like sharing his primetime spot." "Ben can share. I'm low maintenance anyways, I only need, like... one feature a month. I'll even settle for just a story shout-out." "Low maintenance? Says the one who has to have Sugar In The Raw or she won't drink her coffee!" "Says the one who now steals my Sugar In The Raw because he knows it tastes better! Fuckin' leech." This dynamic was weird, Ben had decided. No explanation left him hopelessly in the dark as he watched Joe hand off the wine casually to you when you reached out for it, a wordless exchange that didn't even need to really be prompted in order to happen. It made Ben wonder if he'd somehow been ignorant of Joe having a girlfriend until just now. A very attractive girlfriend, at that, despite the mussy, sleep-wrinkled state of you and your clothes. A mouthy girlfriend that was easily out-sassing Joe - a girlfriend that slept on his balcony? This wasn't adding up. "You look confused," you hiccuped, narrowing your eyes a bit as you scrutinized the charmingly quiet blond that stood about five feet from you, still awkwardly stanced up near the railing on Joe's side. A deft observation, too, because Ben's facial expression read like a book, highlighting all of the absolutely baffling thoughts he was having. Suddenly, it clicked. "Joe, you dumbass, did you not tell him we share a balcony?" "It may have.... slipped the mind," Joe admitted, smiling sheepishly as he shrugged and tapped on the armrests of the chair he was in. "Ben, this is my neighbor. She's annoying as hell, trust me. Still holds a grudge from when I napped on her chair at least two years ago and pretended to be asleep when she came out here and yelled so I wouldn't have to move." "And he thinks I'm the bad neighbor," you giggled, rolling your eyes before stepping forward to reach out your hand and offer your name, swaying a bit from the effort. Looking at the three of you from an outsider's position, it was getting hard to tell who was the most sloshed. "It's nice to finally meet you, I've only seen his dumb videos that he sent back from England and posted on Instagram every once in a while." "Oh my god, I'm proper fucked, you both had me there for a second," Ben admitted in relief, laughing a bit as his panic ebbed away into amusement at the mild freak-out moment he'd just had. Taking your hand, he flashed an embarrassed smile and shook your hand gently, letting it go after a moment and immediately flexing his fingers a bit, noting how cold your hand had been from the wine. It was an odd sensation, one that sent a tingle down his spine upon contact, but he did his best to ignore it and put on his best smile before continuing. "It's nice to meet you too. Just glad I didn't call 999 on you." Your nose wrinkled at the discrepancy as you sat back down in your reclining chair, Joe immediately catching it and raising a finger to correct his friend. "It's 911 over here, buddy. Don't worry, you'll get used to it." "Oh yeah! Joe said you're moving over here, welcome to the States!" Laughing lightly, Ben rubbed the back of his neck slowly, then nodded in acknowledgement of your words. "Have you settled in yet, or are you still unpacking?" "Still unpacking," Ben grimaced, making you pout a bit in sympathy as you clutched the shirt that rested directly over your heart, signaling you understood his pain even in your drunken state. "But I should be done getting all my stuff unboxed by tomorrow evening - Joe said he'd be coming over to help?" He tried to speak it as a statement, but the end came out as more of a question as he side-eyed Joe, who nodded in confirmation and pointed a finger gun at him, indicating he'd be there. "Now that you're here, does that mean I'll finally see someone in Joe's apartment besides him?" you joked, Ben chuckling at how well you managed to casually roast Joe with every other word out of your mouth. Maybe the dynamic wasn't so weird after all, he figured. Maybe it was fun. "You telling me that this guy over here doesn't even bring home girls from the bar?" Ben asked curiously, nodding to Joe. He finally took the opportunity to drag a chair from the far end of the balcony over to join the two of you, accepting the wine gratefully when you held it out for him. Joe let out a humorless laugh as you burst into a fit of gleeful giggles, reaching over to smack Joe on the thigh several times in amusement. A small smile played at the corner of Joe's lips, and he glanced at you before shaking his head, his eyelids fluttering closed a bit, heavy from the alcohol. "I tried that once! I'd never seen a woman throw a full wine glass at me until that day! Genius here," he paused, pointing to you with his thumb and ignoring the ensuing peal of laughter that had you doubled over, "popped over in some underwear and a t-shirt to ask where I kept the eggs! She was making cookies! Can you believe that?" Ben shifted his gaze over to you for confirmation and found you to still be doubled over in silent laughter, shoulders shaking with the effort of holding it in. A wide grin spread across Ben's face, and he looked back to find Joe trying to look annoyed, but failing miserably and bursting into laughter with you. "What was her name again?" you asked between peals of laughter, wiping at your watery eyes as Joe tried to stifle his laughter, resting his head on his hand and sighing. "It was Tori, I think," he replied, shaking his head and smiling a bit. "Art history major. You fucked that one up for me majorly." "Well, you got me back the next week anyways," you finally got out when your laughter had subsided, a grin still quirking at the corner of your lips as you looked at Ben and continued. "Knew I had a Tinder date one night and literally waited in my living room in boxers for hours until we got back!" "Joe, that's almost cruel," Ben scolded jokingly, reaching over and giving Joe a gentle punch on the arm before handing the wine back to you. "You're telling me," you mused, a sly smile gracing your lips as you looked from Joe to Ben, your gaze lingering a bit on the blonde. Ben met the stare evenly, his face a lot more level than he felt as you rose from your chair, brushing a hand down your torso to smooth out the frumpy shirt before walking over to the railing and leaning forward against it. Your stomach pressed into the cool metal through the thin Mazzello shirt that denied you any curves, giving you a boxy frame only marginally saved by the corner of the shirt that had got caught in the waistband of your shorts. "Well, feel like I've overstayed my welcome, so I'll probably head in for the night," you stated, looking out to the moon that was slowly disappearing over the harbor before you turned to face the two of them, giving them a sleepy smile. "No, stay out here with us," Joe complained, patting the reclining chair, but you were already making your way past the chair, taking another drink of the wine. "I want you to bond with Ben, he'll be over here a lot now that he's in NYC." "I will? Jake Gyllenhaal lives here too, is he over here all the time because of that?" Ben teased, looking up at you with a dopey grin when you let out a single laugh. Stopping just behind the chair, you raised an impressed eyebrow at him while Joe studied the two of you with a mildly annoyed glare. He didn't appreciate being teamed up on, but he had to appreciate the two of you getting along on your first meeting. You, however, were completely ignorant to your neighbor's pointed looks as you kept eye contact with Ben, noting that he had gorgeous green eyes. "I like this guy. Bring him around again when I'm not sloshed, yeah?" Joe nodded at that, and you began to walk towards your door, yawning. "I've got a hot date tonight, so don't wait up for me, Joey." "God, I told you not to call me that," Joe groaned, but a boyish grin remained on his face as he watched you saunter back over to your door, wine in hand. "And who's the guy? Shouldn't have told me, now I might have to come crash your party." "His name is Mattress, Matt for short. We sleep with each other a lot... Nice meeting you, Ben." Swirling the bottle around a few times, you wiggled your eyebrows at the two men before retreating to the sound of Joe's exaggerated groaning and Ben's hapless attempts at reciprocation of your pleasantries, your door sliding shut just before you drew the curtains. That left the duo alone on the balcony, the faint smell of smoke still lingering in the space around them as Joe sighed a bit, grinning and shaking his head. Ben, on the other hand, was still reeling from the whiplash that the last few moments had given him, and it must have clearly registered on his face, because Joe laughed a bit as he stood, brushing off his pants. "Sorry I didn't warn you beforehand. Didn't think she'd be out here getting wine drunk. That's Y/N for you, though." A shrug coupled with his last observation made Ben chuckle, cocking his head slightly and curiously gazing over at your door before shaking his head. Following in a similar fashion to Joe, Ben rose to stand again, instinctively reaching for a comfort cigarette and placing it between his lips before offering a weak smile in return, fishing for the lighter while he spoke. "Wasted my first one." Inhaling slowly, the end of the cigarette finally lit and Ben held the smoke in for a moment before leaning over the railing, looking around as he exhaled. When he'd taken in a proper amount of the dwindling NYC night, he finally returned his attention to Joe, the cigarette resting delicately between two fingers as his hands came to rest on the railing he leaned back against. "Y/N, you said, yeah? Seems alright... you been neighbors for long?" "A couple years now, actually. Met her about the same way you just did! She's cool, though," Joe confirmed, coming over to look over the balcony right next to Ben, one foot on either side of the duct tape line that divided the floor. It was scuffed, like it'd been there a while, and that made the stories slowly check out in Ben's brain while he looked over to Joe, a sly smile slowly creeping onto his face. "She's kinda fit, yeah?" Joe hung his head and let his eyes close for a moment, laughing at Ben's apt remark before nodding a bit. "But definitely seems a bit mean. Got a bite to her all the time?" "She's got her weak moments like everyone else! But yeah, she's definitely quick with the comebacks. I think I'm better for it, honestly, keeps me in check. Always brushing up on my wit, you know? Kids these days always keeping me on my toes." Reaching up to tap on his temple, he only had a moment to grimace before his phone was ringing, prompting him to pull it out of his pocket and answer it as Ben watched. "Hey, Seb... No, I didn't grab your wallet from the bar. Did you leave it there?" As Ben watched his friend retreat back into his own sliding door, his thick blond eyebrows furrowed in mild confusion. Kids these days? She couldn't be a day under 25, as clever as she was. Wait, that didn't even make sense. Cleverness is not an indicator- "Hey!" Ben jumped at the sound of your voice, whirling around to meet your accusatory stare as he looked on helplessly. You looked mad, and he couldn't even begin to think why. The cigarette, maybe, but you hadn't even flinched about it earlier. Was he too quiet? "Do you want the rest of this wine?" you asked, grinning once you'd let him suffer enough, and Ben let out a sigh of relief as he leaned forward on the railing again, pressing a hand to his forehead. "Christ, you scared me again!" Taking a deep breath, he laughed once before shaking his head, taking another drag and turning to face you. "No thank you, though. If I drink any more tonight, my old man body will punish me tomorrow." "Old man body?" you repeated, quirking an eyebrow in disbelief as you looked him up and down for a moment. "Uh huh... Good night, then." You shut the door before he could get the chance to reply, so he just gave a half-hearted wave before he widened his eyes, trying to restore his heart to a regular beating pace. "Jesus Christ on a cross," he mumbled, rubbing his hand over his face for a moment and messing up his eyebrows even more before he took another drag as he stared out at the last hint of the moon just before the clouds completely covered it up, plunging the city into a new darkness.

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It was a bitch moving to a new country. The DMV, the bank, the moving companies - everything was a living nightmare, and Joe was the only thing getting Ben through it, on call at all times to help him with anything he needed to know. So when Ben texted him that he was frustrated about his internet connectivity ("It's fucking rubbish, seriously"), Joe offered a simple solution - come over and use his until the problem was resolved. And that's what he did after the gym, taking an Uber over to the now-familiar building and making his way to Joe's floor, which is how he walked in on Joe in the middle of an.... argument? Spat? Friendly fight? He wasn't sure how to place it as he entered his friend's apartment to the sound of you switching between laughing and shrieking while Joe made unintelligible noises of frustration. All Ben knew was that this was something beyond teasing - Joe honestly looked like he could drop at any moment, worn out from trying to keep up with whatever you were doing. Though you were keeping it playful, he was definitely at his wit's end. "You have to do the whole thing!" Joe cried out in frustration, dancing along with the figures on the screen and sending quick glares in your direction between moves. His hips were swaying along with the music, limbs flailing accordingly but sometimes not really even resembling anything close to what was on the screen. The scores popping up on his corner of the TV seemed okay by itself, but in comparison to yours, it was meager at best. "Absolutely not, dummy. That's so much energy conserved to do this." You continued shaking your Wii remote around in the appropriate moves, just the remote, and used the other hand to pick up your drink, taking a long sip from the straw and trying not to laugh as Joe made yet another noise of frustration. "Joe, come on.... who's winning here? I think I'm right." You were both playing Just Dance, one of the earlier versions, and a stark difference between the two of you had been quickly found out - while Joe, ever the dancer, did every single move with every part of his body, you were the type to swing only the remote hand around in time with your moves. Joe was beginning to get very annoyed at this tactic, so much so that he paused the game and crossed his arms, turning to scowl at you for a moment before he saw Ben's head peeking around the wall just past your shoulder. "Oh, hey bud!" Joe greeted, giving him a dopey grin before pulling off the Wii remote strap and purposely shouldering past you to greet Ben with a one armed hug. Ben reciprocated, meeting your gaze over Joe's shoulder and nodding in acknowledgement as you turned to face them, a hand on your hip and a cocky smile on your face. This was a much different you from when he'd seen you a few weeks ago, sleepy, slow, and somewhat inebriated. Now you were bright-eyed, alert, and seriously giving Joe a run for his money. "Sorry, she came over with her Wii and knew I couldn't resist a friendly game of Just Dance." "Friendly?" Ben laughed, looking between the two of you as he pulled out of the hug, setting his laptop on the counter. "Seems like you weren't having a good time." Glancing to the screen, he raised an eyebrow at the scores. "She's killing you, mate." "Well, she's a cheater, so." Shrugging, Joe went to grab his WiFi router so he could give Ben the password, Ben taking a seat at the stools placed under the counter and turning a bit so he could see both of you. "Joe's just mad because I've been roasting him nonstop for the past hour," you informed Ben, pulling your Wii remote off your wrist and setting it on the couch as you lifted your gaze to meet his. You were reminded that they were green, paired with slightly damp, curly blonde hair that fell a bit over his forehead and blonde lashes that were extra visible at this angle. It was a fascinating combo, bright eyes framed by equally as bright lashes, and you couldn't help but smile a bit in wonder as you straightened up again. Was he made in a factory? He seemed too perfect to be real. Ben was intrigued by the look you gave him, so unreadable but so persistent that he almost asked if he had something in his teeth. But Joe ruined the moment, cutting in with his own biting words that severed the eye contact and directed attention back to him. "I hate it when you say roasted. That's my least favorite part of your vocabulary." Breaking out of your trance, you shook your head before giggling at the mild venom behind his words, unfazed by the grumpy pout he currently had on his face. Rolling your eyes playfully, you gave him the middle finger while you made your way past Ben into the kitchen, grabbing a bag of popcorn from the cabinet and tearing the plastic off as Joe helped Ben log in to his laptop. While your bag of popcorn popped, you quietly observed the two men, hunched over Ben's computer together and figuring out which network was his out of the hundreds that had similar names. Joe was focused, his thin, darker eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he watched Ben scroll through the list on his screen. There was a clear stubble on his chin, a five-o'clock shadow that refused to be hidden as it shaded the area along his jaw and just above his lips, which were pressed together into a thin line when he wasn't murmuring network names to himself. He was cute, a goofy camp counselor kind of cute that was more endearing than anything, and you smiled a bit at the thought of Joe as a camp counselor - that would be too good. In contrast, Ben's lips fell slightly parted, his tongue trapped between his teeth as he directed all of his attention to the list as well. Assessing him sober this time, you realized he was actually quite good-looking, far beyond what you'd seen on that dark balcony through drunk goggles. Like, seriously good looking. This was another level of attraction, way past what you'd felt the first time Joe had showed up with Seb Stan and Chace Crawford. You crossed your arms over your chest, an insecure habit, as Ben's curious green eyes darted up and down the screen, searching for the name Joe had provided. When he finally located it, his plump, slightly chapped lips pursed into a round O shape, and Joe pointed to the name excitedly, his finger tapping the screen. Ben groaned and smacked his hand away meekly, jokingly complaining about a smudge on the the display while Joe laughed and wiped his hand off on the front of his shorts. "Sorry, we've been eating popcorn in between Y/N cheating," Joe explained, making you roll your eyes and suppress a grin as you turned to retrieve the bag of popcorn. Opening the steaming bag, you poured it into the bowl next to the microwave, then turned to sit it on the counter between the three of you as you spoke. "Again - still just salty that he's getting roasted." "Roasted? Is that really a popular slang word here?" Ben asked curiously, his eyes flicking up to meet yours for a moment as you hummed and turned to grab a packet of ranch seasoning. His eyebrows furrowed a bit when you flicked the packet back and forth, moving the seasoning to the bottom before you ripped open the corner, and you started to pour it over the popcorn as he watched, dumbfounded. "What kind of monstrosity is that?" "Ranch popcorn," you replied simply, emptying half of the packet before folding it over and pinching the corner, providing Ben with a sugar sweet smile as you did so. "Don't knock it 'til you try it, bloody ol' chap." Your smile disarmed him quite a bit - it was a smile that could disarm anyone, really, and he could tell by the way that Joe smiled with you that it had a similar effect on him. But your attempt at imitating his accent didn't go unnoticed, and Ben cringed a bit as he laughed, shaking his head. "Horrible. Truly horrible. And you didn't answer my question." "In Y/N's world, roasted is the only word," Joe answered for you, reaching to shake up the bowl a bit before he snatched a piece of popcorn off of the top, tossing it into his mouth and making a happy noise as he chewed. For a moment, he paused, then swallowed and added, "Actually, that and dummy." "Makes sense." Ben watched you as he replied, grinning a bit when you just smiled impishly and tossed the packet onto the counter, shrugging a bit before leaning forward to rest your elbows on the counter. Propping your chin on your hands, you cocked your head to the side a bit and fought back a bigger smile as Ben almost mirrored you, his head tilting just slightly to the side out of curiosity. "So, Mr. British Man-" "Ben," Joe interjected, sending you a pointed look and a raised eyebrow that only made you roll your eyes before continuing. "He's American now." "Dual citizen, but I'll look past it for now," Ben corrected, Joe scoffing quietly in response. "Okay, Ben. How has it been so far in America? You liking it?" Joe picked up his slip of paper from the counter, returning it to the router as Ben leaned his head on one hand, looking down to his computer screen and grimacing a bit at the thought of all the hell he'd had to go through in the past few weeks. But you were still practically a stranger, and even if he did want to get to know you better, he figured it was far too early for him to unload all of his problems on you. "Yeah, yeah, it's been alright," he yielded, scratching at his temple with his index finger before sitting up straight again and crossing his arms on the counter in front of him, the fabric of his sleeves straining a bit against the movement. "Unpacking was hell, but the rest was okay, I guess." "Oh, stop bullshitting me!" you laughed, pushing yourself up off the counter so you could go retrieve a beer from the fridge for him, the action in itself revealing your familiarity with Joe's apartment to Ben. Without looking, you grabbed the bottle opener magnet off of the freezer and popped the top off the beer, bringing it over to the handsome blond. "The DMV fucking sucked, didn't it?" "God, it was so terrible," Ben groaned unhappily, relieved that you'd practically read his mind as his shoulders slumped a bit, hand automatically reaching out to receive the beer. "Thank you. But seriously, between that and the bank, I swear I'm going to lose my fucking marbles! I had to go back to the DMV three times before they could finally see me, 'cause the wait was so long and I had other things to do!" "You gotta set aside, like, a whole afternoon for the DMV," you laughed, leaning on the counter again and watching quietly as he went to take a drink, his hand easily dwarfing the bottle. "Screw that, you need a whole day off for the DMV," Joe interjected, climbing onto the stool next to Ben and popping another piece of popcorn into his mouth. "I swear to God my license expiration dates have always haunted me." "Happens when you're pushing 80, dusty bones," you teased, propping your head up on one hand and imitating Joe's bitter, sarcastic laugh when he flipped you off. "I'd rather be old and scared of license renewal than 22 and a cheater at Just Dance Wii." Twenty-two. So that's what Joe was talking about when he called you a kid. By no means was 22 a kid, but in relation to Joe, that was quite a jump. And yet, you carried yourself like you were at least 30, the confidence in your posture and sureness of your words masking the childishly playful glint in your eyes as you watched Joe, pressing your lips together to fight back a smile. Joe was returning the favor with a playful glare. "Speaking of Just Dance, are you gonna catch these L's again or what?" you challenged, Joe huffing before climbing off the stool again and heading for his discarded remote while you wiggled your eyebrows at Ben, then made your way back to the living room too. Sitting still for a moment, Ben blinked a few times in amazement at the whiplash you'd managed to give him yet again. You were full of surprises, someone that could talk sweet one moment and flame you to high heaven in the next, and honestly, he'd never wanted to be a person's friend so badly in his life. Turning on the stool, he watched as you both restarted the song, Joe immediately complaining when you set right back into your one-armed efforts. "Play the game like a normal person!" he whined, making you laugh and falter a bit in your dance moves as you leaned against him, your head on his shoulder while you squeezed his arm and made him cry out in even more frustration. "That's sabotage! Stop!" Straightening back up again, you fought a round of giggles as you tried to catch up, Joe frowning when you easily got back into the groove. Huffing softly, he reached over and clamped a hand over your eyes, making you cry hypocrisy as you struggled to pull his hand away, laughing in delight as Ben turned back to face his computer again, a contagious smile adorning his lips. That smile stayed well on into the night, fueled by jokes, laughter, and friendly banter between the three of you that kept Ben there even after he'd gotten his emails sorted through. And somehow, you'd ended up on the balcony, Joe snoozing away in your reclining chair while you shared a smoke session with Ben, chatting about everything under the moon. You didn't smoke yourself, so you definitely didn't actually partake, but Ben didn't mind sharing space with someone who was picking his brain as well as you were. It was odd, bonding with Ben. He'd seemed like such a foreign concept when Joe had started all of this BoRhap business, something you weren't quite attached to - though you did enjoy the movie. But Ben had been nothing more but a character to you, some hot guy who frequented Joe's Instagram pictures and had comebacks/comments to rival your own. Now, he was here and real. You didn't know what to think of him yet - it was hard appraising a person in real life when you'd become so accustomed to the idea of him, the picture that Joe painted of him. To you, Ben was a pretty boy, a fitness-obsessed lad who was a bit of a flirt and couldn't resist a good bromance. Sure, Joe had said he had some shy moments, but really, he'd pegged him as quite a player, and that alarmed you when you found out he'd be around more - you didn't exactly have the best track record with men and a player would most certainly not be the worst blemish so far, so his frequent drop-ins could spell trouble. However, you hadn't seen any red flags about the man so far. Ben was quite a normal person, and you were starting to enjoy his company and conversation just as much as you enjoyed Joe's goofy, 'average Joe' personality. That didn’t mean you weren’t keen on keeping your guard up, though. "That's what I don't get!" Ben scratched his eyebrow a bit before taking another drag of the cigarette, shaking his head and exhaling the smoke to his left so it wouldn't go into your face. "You're saying guilty pleasures don't exist, but I have to hide my Spotify session every time I listen to the Spice Girls so I won't get absolutely walloped by all of my friends for my activity." Giggling at the thought of Ben jamming out to Spice Girls, you wrapped your fingers around the railing and leaned back once more to stretch as you shook your head in response. "I'm not saying they don't exist, but I'm saying they shouldn't exist!" you corrected, groaning a bit when Ben only gave you a more confused look. "Oh my god, I don't know how to make it any clearer here! Guilty pleasures shouldn't exist. If it's a pleasure, why does it have to be guilty, you know?" "I'm.... trying to follow," he admitted with a laugh, glancing back at Joe for a moment before meeting your gaze again and squinting a bit. "So, are you saying that because it's a pleasure, you shouldn't be guilty about it?" You made an excited noise and tapped the railing, then grinned at him and gently poked his arm to accentuate your next words. "Exactly. If I like drinking milk straight from the carton, why should I be ashamed?" "Because that's like, kind of disgusting," he replied, laughing a bit at your excitement and wrinkling his nose a bit. "D'you really drink milk straight from the jug?" Giving him a pointed look, you pressed your lips into a thin line before leaning forward on the rail with crossed arms. "See, that's why guilty pleasures still exist. You can't judge other people for things that make 'em happy, you know?" "Christ, sorry," he grimaced, and you could barely fight back the grin that played at your lips as you watched his expression morph into one of regret. "That was a shitty thing of me to say, of course it's fine if you like drinking milk from the jug. Jesus, I'm such a dickhead sometimes, I really don't think about what I say before it comes out of my mouth..." Scooting over a step or two as he rambled, you gently elbowed his side to get his attention, smiling benevolently when he turned to meet your gaze and his words faltered. "Chill, it's alright. Nobody's perfect." A pregnant pause followed soon after as Ben smiled just a bit, mainly just to make it seem like he wasn't still beating himself up over seeming like a cunt to you, but you weren't thinking about that anymore. Your mind was already moving on, eyes roving over his facial features slowly as you took them in. He was attractive, no doubt, and you had the faintest idea that there was some very real traction to the ladies man persona that Joe had talked about so much. It was wishful thinking to even consider that Ben wasn't at least half-aware of how potent his looks were. It was also wishful thinking to let any attraction you had to him get away from you and convince you that one date really wouldn't be that bad. You desperately needed Joe right about now so you could hear a discouraging story about Ben's conquests during filming, just to knock your self-confidence out and keep you from doing anything rash. It was really quiet now. Ben squinted a bit as he did the same to you, his gaze wandering quite a bit, but not lewdly. There was an innocent gleam in his eye, one that you couldn't quite understand - was he looking at you as Joe's neighbor, or a kid, or the hot girl next door? What was his approach here? You truly couldn't tell whether he was objectifying you, but the idea that he was sent a shiver through your spine as you tore your gaze away from his, unable to handle the heavy air between you and the stocky blond next to you. A loud snore from Joe seemed to puncture the moment just seconds after you looked away, the both of you jolting a bit as the tension deflated, and you shared a laugh at how quickly Joe had managed to pass out on the balcony despite your incessant chatting. "Sleeps like a log, eh?" Ben commented, pushing himself back from the railing before snuffing out the cigarette he'd been neglecting in the mug that was serving as an ashtray. "Always," you deadpanned, but a smile played at your lips as you walked around to stand on the other side of Joe, crouching down until you were eye level with the heavy sleeper. Ben could see every quirk of your lips, every subtle expression in your face as you reached out to shake Joe's shoulder gently, murmuring to him as you did so. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty. You in there?" Joe stirred, though not much, and a soft grumble from him prompted a sympathetic look in your eyes that did not go unnoticed by Ben, who now stiffened up at the interaction. Whiplash, once again, as he tried to reckon with the gentle side of you that wasn't privy only to him like he'd blindly and so dumbly assumed. That warm, somewhat sentimental look in your eyes was achingly familiar to Ben, seeing as he'd only witnessed it mere hours ago when you were nothing more than friendly strangers, your gaze following his while you listened to him groan about the DMV. So why was he so covetous? You'd barely just got to know each other, only having a few hours of talking time tonight where you'd picked up small details about each other, so the fact that your fondness of Joe irritated him was baffling. But it couldn't be jealousy, could it? Not this early. No, for sure not. By the time he'd snapped out of his stupor, you'd already managed to get Joe to his feet, giving him a warm hug before patting his back and sending him back to his apartment. That left you alone with Ben, and the heavy air settled once again as you gave him a somewhat shy smile, sighing before stepping around the chair and pulling him into a hug as well. Reciprocating, he wrapped his arms around you briefly, the warmth of his body surprising as it transferred between the layers of clothes between you and assaulted your skin. While you'd been almost cold out here on the balcony, he seemed like he was burning alive. And his face matched as he pulled away, a rosy coloring to his cheeks making you wonder whether it was you, or just rosacea and you were a dumb bitch. Taking a shaky breath, you decided to pocket the assessment for later. "Thanks for entertaining my bullshit all night." Ben laughed at your words, shoving his hands in his pockets and shaking his head as you moved your hand to the back of your shorts, subconsciously fiddling with the tag that was sticking out. "I'm really sorry if I said anything wrong. I didn't mean to be an arsehole," he admitted, bowing his head a bit before shooting a sheepish look at you that was paired with a boyish smile. "It was nice talking to you, though. Sleepy Joe doesn't make great conversation. And I like getting to know you, you're.... interesting." He said the last word as his lips quirked upwards even more, his eyes crinkling a bit at the vague compliment that made you furrow your eyebrows playfully and give him a questioning look. "Wow, Joe wasn't wrong when he said you were a charmer," you noted. While Ben shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets with the same undying smirk still on his face, you took the opportunity to return to your side of the balcony, your hand going to pull your sliding door open as you peeked over your shoulder. There was a sly smile on your lips as you did so, one that said everything and nothing at all in one go as you spoke. "Goodnight, Ben. See you later." You would see him later. Never had you considered how true that statement could be as you came across his profile on Bumble while you were burrito-ed in your comforter, curled in the fetal position as your nightly playlist was on in the background to lull you to sleep. Hozier crooned to you while a sweaty, cutoff-clad Ben stared you down from the confines your phone screen. You hadn't actually expected to run into him on the app, despite having that nagging memory of Joe mentioning that Ben was on here. It made you drop your phone at first, a knee-jerk reaction paired with a shocked expression that lasted for a few seconds before you scrambled to pick up your phone, staring at the picture of him at the gym again. It was a stereotypical fuckboy picture in the big mirror at the gym, but you got a good giggle out of the short bio that didn't even remotely hint at him being an actor - how humble, and how juxtaposed with his red carpet flexes in the subsequent photos. Suddenly, you realized that you had to swipe left or right. Your heart seized up for a moment, and all rational thought was thrown out the window as you went into a panic. If you swiped right, what if you matched? But if you didn't and then he swiped right on you, then he would know when you didn't match and that would make things really awkward. "Mmmmfuck no. Nope." You closed the app, too overwhelmed by all of the situations that choosing could cause, and you fell into an uneasy sleep as Ben sat dormant in your Bumble cache, waiting for an answer. Little did you know, seeing your profile had induced the same panic for him. But he'd done something that you couldn't. He chose.

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Costco Adventures

Somehow, @loganthrives and I got onto the idea that it’d be hilarious to see demons in a costco. And I wrote it. I used @loganthrives and @wowanothergotdamnedartist ‘s oc’s with my own. And I hope it’ll be funny

Lord Diavolo had issued a decree - a human needed human supplies, then it was necessary to go to the human world for such things

“We need to get lots of stuff in a bit of a hurry. We need to make sure they have bathroom things and all sorts of food that’s safe for humans. How do we do that? And quickly?”

“We use Costco.”Logan suggested. “There are plenty of them all over the world.”

“Oh. Good point” Kotomi nodded. “You know, I have to say, living here I almost forgot about all our human stuff. It just seems second nature to use Akuzon now.”

“You know, I know what you mean.”

Logan nodded at her fellow human by way of a reply.

“This is excellent.” Solomon said and that should have been the warning this whole thing was going to go off the rails extremely quickly.

“Costco it is!”

And that should have been the end of it, but this was the seven Demon brothers and also...Diavolo. Plus two angels and three humans. Honestly no one was sure where they were. Could have been London, could have been Bangledesh. Could have been Toronto.

(It was actually Chicago)

“Oh look. There’s hotdogs and pizza and blue drink. What does blue drink taste like?”

It took a moment for the humans to register Diavolo was addressing them. “It’s usually blue raspberry.”

“How exciting! And I do believe I would like to try this bubblegum stuff. Is this what pink tastes like? Ah, Lucifer, you must try this!”

“Of course, Lord Diavolo.”

“And this is...raspberry but...blue?”

“Yes. It’s very common by modern standards.”

If the prince of hell wasn’t going to try to figure it out no one else had any options.

“Maybe I could ask Heavenly Father.”

“And let’s not do that, Angel.”

Winter shrugged at Satan but left the issue alone.

“It’s wonderful.”

It was almost normal by Diavolo’s standards. No one (wisely) asked where Diavolo got a blue raspberry ice pop out of the clear blue.

“Wonderful.” Beel and Winter had hit the food stand already and Asmo had disappeared down some aisle that had health and beauty products, leaving Mammon, Lucifer, Belphegor and Satan to turn to their humans for any actual shopping. Levi had seen the TV’s not ten seconds after walking in and run.

“How are we supposed to get things from the top shelves.” Belphegor complained.

“Oh how easy. Did you forget your own twin has wings? And so do some of us. Lucifer fly up there.”

“Oh hell yes. Any day Lucifer looks like an idiot please and thank you.”

“Lord Diavolo there is toilet paper on the ground here.”

“Get the one at the top. It’s more fresh.”

No one had the heart to tell Diavolo toilet paper didn’t have a shelf life. Or maybe, just because it was the demon prince’s shenanigans. Either one made sense.

“Oh this is the best day ever.” The wings had been all out of balance since Lucifer fell and with all members of the Lucifer Sucks club present this was like Christmas.

As it turned out, the party was down by a bunch which made Solomon’s arrival at the cart with boxes extremely conspicuous.

“Asmo asked me to get them.”

Lucifer shook his head. “I very much doubt my brother asked you to get...24 packs of chicken salsa taquitos. I might believe Beel but this is your worst lie ever.”

They were in the cart. The now by MUCH put upon Avatar of Pride shook his head, but Diavolo stopped his hand. “Oh but humans like them! That is a human!”

And the group they were supposed to be buying for had gotten cut by a third.

“Where is Logan? And Belphegor and...anyone who didn’t stay at the food court.”

***

“Come with me!” “Belphegor had whispered.

Logan was a tougher human than most but Belphegor usually didn’t do her wrong and they found themselves being lead away from Diavolo and the toilet paper and into a large display in the centre of the store.

“There’s a bed right here. Come on, let’s try it out.”

Logan had always prided themselves on being at least a bit more willful than that but apparently there was no stopping Belphegor when he wanted to cuddle. They got into the bed - it was….a bed, they guessed. Nothing to write home about and honestly they were messing up a display. They’d done their dues in retail before being asked to the Devildom - maybe not a Costco but this had to be a retail worker faux pas.

“Okay. We’ve tried it out and…”

Logan wasn’t sure if it was some trick of the Avatar of sloth or whether this bed was comfy or whether Belphegor was the comfortable one if he was hugging you, But allri---

Kevin drove a fork lift. That was his job. He rotated stock. He had a rapport that was decent with his coworkers. Every so often Amran the sample dude would give him whatever the store was hocking if he was in the vicinity. So how in the hell there was what seemed to be two people cuddled up in the display bed?

He...decided not to disturb them.

Although...when next he drove his forklift around after his break...they were on a porch swing.

Just how? And HOW did that man have a tail. Maybe he was one of those furries...that was a thing. Well...Kevin wasn’t a judge. He got back on his forklift.

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“Okay sho...Sho I don’t half to pay for these?”

“The idea is, SIR….” and the sales lady said that with a very implied suggestion that ‘keeping her job’ was the only reason the individual before her ought to receive any sort of title “That you pay for them if you like them. They’re samples.”

“But they’re FREE samples, right?”

The poor human was definitely not paid enough to be dealing with this level of shit. “Would you please buy a box? Or maybe ten? ”

“Oh...Oh hell yeah. Hell yeah my brother will. Lemme take these and I’ll add them to the cart. But thanks for lunch! Pretty good food ya humans got here.”

“Thank you? Uh...human?”

“Don’t worry about--”

“I’m so sorry. It’s apparently Mammon’s first time being around people. We’ll buy your stuff...too.”

Kotomi sighed and grabbed almost her fifth box from the random samples. “Sometimes I think you should be the Avatar of Gluttony…” she muttered.

“Well if they ain’t nailed down they’re free. And I ain’t gonna pass up a free lunch ya know.”

Lucifer and Diavolo were looking at some toothpaste when the human and the avatar of greed caught up. Kotomi dumped ten boxes of all the free sample products Mammon had ate across the store.

“Are these things you need?”

“Yes. They are things we need because Mammon decided to make a meal of the samples.”

Lucifer grit his teeth.

Diavolo nodded peaceably. “Ah, well we can’t have enough. I had never thought chimera would be poisonous to humans but happy accident we were able to help. These...pizza bagels are evidently more to human taste being they’re sold in a human shop.”

Wherever Logan and Soloman were right now, there would be a human plot to get Lucifer to eat a pizza bagel. It would probably be hilarious.

___

It was predictable enough that Beel gravitated towards any place that served food just as Levi was likely looking at the wall of televisions (he was) . It was also predictable that Winter accompanied the Avatar of Gluttony.

“Beel I’m really full. I don’t think...Why don’t you finish this?”

“Oh wonderful!”

The angel breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m just going to rest my head here. You keep eating.”

“I can’t believe this food is so cheap!”

“I can’t believe I ate five hotdogs.”

“I’m proud of you.” Beel said around a mouthful. “I worry about you.”

Winter managed a smile. “You know you don’t need to. I’m just fine. And most of us don’t need to eat as much as you do. But it’s sweet you worry.”

And with that the angel slipped into a food coma.

“Oh! Lucifer...you guys are back. Ah….you think you could settle up?”

“Beel...this board says the pizza and hotdogs are $1 each. How the hell did you rack up…$89.95?”

“Is that angel okay?“ Diavolo whispered

“She’s an angel - she’ll just be groggy and bloated.”

Winter managed a slight noise that was best translated as ‘Mrr’ before cuddling into Beel’s arms.

“Ah are we checking out? The distraction from the over full Angel (who seemed to be well...angel like gorgeous despite being slumped over Beel’s shoulders) was a shock to all.

“Satan and Levi.”

Lucifer’s joy at not having to track down anyone else was a bit short lived when he saw what Satan was carrying.

“What is that?” By this point the Avatar of Pride was just resigned.

“An HD TV with 3D Capabilities.”

“And a PS5.”

“Is that a thing now?” Kotomi asked.

“Oh, actually yes.” That was Soloman. “iS that the 250 gig one?”

“Yes indeed!” the otaku chirped. “And I’ll even put it in the common room.”

“...goody.”

“What was that, Lucifer?”

“I said, where are Logan and Belphegor? Also did anyone keep tabs on Asmo? I…”

“Uh hello? Hi...hi there hello?” A man in a Costco uniform was running across the parking lot. “

“Um...okay this is going to sound super weird but are you people...um...are you with the um...the two people in the bed in Asle 19?”

“Probably.” Diavolo spoke up.

“Okay one of them has a cow tail and the other is a white chick with some---”

“Yes. Yes they’re with us. Can we get them back?”

“Please.” Kevin said, who literally had never had a weirder day. “Do you...do you maybe want to take the guy in Aisle 5 too? He just checked out with about five boxes of lotion and facial masks and just about everything from the cosmetic section...he’s a little dude but wow you all….I mean….wow.”

“Thank you for the compliment kind human! We all loved your store and we got plenty of stuff for the humans.”

It didn’t take too long for the weird little party to leave the Costco with the strangest break room conversation.

Kevin the forklift guy apparently went to mandatory counselling because he swore he saw a door open into hell and swallow a whole bunch of weird customers.

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Don’t Dream It’s Over Chapter 19

Series Summary: Liam and Ali thought that their relationship was perfect, but their whole world came crashing down when Constantine called him back to Cordonia. Four years later they meet again at Liam’s bachelor party, determined to make things between them work even if it isn’t always easy.

In this AU, Liam and MC (Ali Moonessar) dated for a year in New York while Leo was still crown prince. They broke up when Constantine asked Liam to come back to Cordonia, but they meet again at Liam’s bachelor party before the social season. The story will contain flashbacks, which will be italicized, of their relationship and follow them as they try to navigate the season with Ali as a suitor. I’ve messed around with the timeline a bit so that it fits the story better. I’ve also added in a few OCs of my own.

Pairing: Liam x MC (Ali Moonessar), Platonic!Drake x MC

DISCLAIMER: I’ve changed up the timeline of the social season a bit to fit my story better. I’ve based it off of some research I did on the British Social Season. Some of the dialogue was taken directly from Book 1 of The Royal Romance but was changed a bit to fit my fic.

Also, I’ve never been pregnant so the small amount of information about pregnancy that I stated in this chapter was based purely on my research on the topic. I apologize if any of it it inaccurate.

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of a panic attack and abortion.

Taglist: @flowerpowell, @ao719, @kingliam2019, @emceesynonymroll, @hopefulmoonobject, @dcbbw, @qammh-blog, @liamxs-world, @drakesensworld, @i-only-signed-up-for-fanfiction, @lauradowning29, @texaskitten30, @senseofduties, @indiacater, @alexintheskyy, @jared2612

A/N: This is my first time ever posting a fic. Please let me know if you enjoyed it and would like to read more. I thrive on validation, lol. Thanks for reading!

Catch Up: Masterlist, Costumes (Don’t Dream It’s Over One shot)

Ali’s shoulders relaxed under the warm spray of water, and she leaned her head against the shower wall, trying to focus on her breathing. It had been two days since she spoke to Maxwell and Bastien, and she had definitely noticed Charlie hanging around more since then. She was glad it was him and not some random member of the guard that she had never met, but it was still strange to know that she needed security.

She turned off the water and wrapped herself in a towel, before wandering back into her bedroom. Her brown eyes swept over the gold dress that she would be wearing tonight, and she bit her lip nervously in anticipation of what was to come.

Liam had decided that it would be nice to get everyone together for a dinner. He believed that it would be a good chance for all of the noble children to get acquainted with one another. They were the future leaders of the country, and he wanted them all to be on good terms. However, the dinner wasn’t the cause of Ali’s anxiety. Now that they were back at the palace, Liam had taken to spending nights with her again, and she knew that she needed to tell him everything tonight. She couldn’t put it off any longer. He deserved to know. Not to mention, it was dangerous to keep it from him with the looming threat of someone leaking it to the press hanging over her head.

Ali slipped on her dress and shoes, pausing for a moment to look at her reflection in the mirror. The small heart shaped pendant that Liam had given her the night of The Masquerade twinkled as it caught the light, and for some reason it was calming to her. Her eyes travelled down to her stomach, and she placed her hand on top of it. She had been researching pregnancy nonstop for the past few days, and she knew that she probably wasn’t going to be showing anytime soon. By her calculations she was only just barely two months along, and it was by sheer dumb luck that she even found out this early. But, knowing that there was a baby growing inside of her caused her heart to swell with happiness. That is until she remembered who the baby’s father was.

She dropped her hand, straightened her posture, and left to meet Maxwell.

“Hey! You’re early,” he said, opening his bedroom door.

He had expected to meet her right before they went downstairs the way he always did.

“Yeah, I wanted to make sure I was on time,” she said, awkwardly rocking back and forth on her feet.

Maxwell moved aside so she could come in, and she perched herself on the edge of his bed as she watched him tie his shoelaces. She glanced around his room, her eyes going wide at the book she saw on his nightstand.

“Are you reading a pregnancy book?” she asked with a smile as she grabbed it and began flipping through it.

“Yeah! I figured if I wanted to help you I would need to understand what your body is going through,” Maxwell said as he finished tying his shoe. “Not that I could ever fully understand what your body is going through. You know, with me not having a uterus and all.”

Ali smiled at Maxwell’s sweet words.

“That’s really nice of you, Max!”

“I’ve been brushing up on my prenatal yoga too! Not to toot my own horn, but I think I’ll be ready to start teaching classes any day now,” he said, with a smile as he shrugged on his jacket.

“Brushing up? As in you already had prior knowledge of it?” she asked with a playful smile, not really thinking anything of her words.

A blush rose up onto Maxwell’s face, and he sputtered for a moment.

“Pshhhh, what! No! Why would I know anything about prenatal yoga? You’re the only pregnant woman I’ve ever met before in my life. Like ever,” he said nervously.

“Um, okay,” Ali responded confusedly, “Thanks anyway. It’s really sweet of you. You’re gonna be a great uncle!”

“Not just a great uncle,” Maxwell said returning to his usual demeanor, “I’m going to be Maxwell Jr.’s favorite uncle!”

“Maxwell Jr.?” Ali questioned with a smile. “What if it’s a girl?”

“Maxine,” Maxwell responded immediately. He had obviously given the topic a great amount of thought.

Ali watched as he made his way around the room, grabbing his wallet and shoving some dirty clothes into a hamper before making his way back to stand in front of her.

“So, are you excited to tell him?” he asked.

Just like that, the previous fun that they had been having disappeared. She began to fidget nervously again.

“No, I think I’m going to throw up,” she said, running her hand up and down her arms, in attempts to calm herself down.

“Maybe that’s just morning sickness,” Maxwell responded.

“Trust me. It’s not.”

“I think he’ll be happy,” he said, trying to make her feel better.

Ali looked up into Maxwell’s eyes and saw genuine hope there. It almost made her feel bad for being so cynical. But then she remembered that Maxwell wasn’t the one carrying the future king’s illegitimate child.

“I guess we’ll see,” she said, wanting to just drop the topic. “So who’s going to be at this dinner?”

“All of the suitors, Ben, Bertrand, Drake, Tariq, me, and two other noblemen I don’t think you’ve met. Neville and Rashad,” Maxwell responded.

She had been briefly introduced to Tariq already, but neither of them had ever gone out of their way to speak to each other, and he had seemed rather dull if she was being honest.

“Is there anything I need to know about these other noblemen?” she asked, as they began to make their way down to the dining room.

“Well, Rashad is pretty laid back. His only issue is that he doesn’t mind spending time with Neville,” Maxwell continued.

“Wow, Neville’s that bad?”

“Just be prepared to hear him insult Drake for being a commoner all night.”

“But, I’m a commoner,” she said as they walked through the palace halls.

“Yes, but he can’t insult one of Liam’s suitors right in front of him.”

They lined up with some of the other guests outside of the dining room, and Ali quietly observed the two men that she hadn’t previously met.

“I better not have to sit next to the commoner,” said one of them as the dining room doors opened.

“I’ll take a guess and say that’s Neville,” Ali mumbled to Maxwell under her breath.

He nodded wordlessly, and they found their seats.

“Of course she’s seated right next to the prince,” Kiara said to Penelope in an undertone as Ali sat down.

She took a deep breath and psyched herself up for what was sure to be a long night as everyone took their seats as well.

“Thank you all for joining me this evening,” Liam began once they were all seated. “As we are the new generation of leaders I thought it would be nice for us to spend an evening getting to know each other.”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea, Liam. However, many of us are already acquainted with each other,” Olivia spoke from her place on Liam’s other side.

There was a brief pause in conversation as the first course was served, and everyone began eating.

“Well, it’s been some time since we’ve all been together like this, and I do believe there are a few new faces here as well,” Liam said with a quick glance in Ali’s direction. “Lady Alison, I believe this is your first time meeting Lord Neville and Rashad.”

“Yes, it is,” she said, placing a kind smile on her face. “It’s very nice to meet you both.”

“It’s nice to meet you as well, my lady,” Rashad responded politely.

“Rashad spends most of his time on business trips. He’s often away from Cordonia for long periods of time,” Liam explained.

“I do enjoy my travelling, but Cordonia is my home,” Rashad elaborated.

“I completely understand. You can build a new home anywhere in the world, but there’s always a special attachment to the first,” Ali said.

“Exactly,” Rashad said, a small smile on his face.

“And where was your first home, Lady Alison?” Neville asked.

“I was born and raised in New York.”

“Oh,” he said.

“You seem surprised, Lord Neville,” she said, an amused smile on her face.

“It’s just that you look…” he trailed off, nodding in her direction as if that was supposed to make his point clearer.

“I’m sorry. How do I look?” she asked.

“Exotic,” he finished.

Ali had to stop herself from gagging.

“Yes, well my parents were first generation immigrants. They moved from the Caribbean to The States before I was born, so I was born and raised in New York,” she said, the displeasure evident in her voice.

“Good to see you’re as charming as ever, Neville,” Lizzie said sarcastically, causing the man to narrow his eyes at her.

Liam nudged her foot gently under the table, and when she looked over at him she could see him holding back a laugh. She narrowed her eyes at him and kicked him back harder, biting back her own smile. He let out a small cough to mask his laughter, but this did not go unnoticed by Olivia who was watching their interaction closely.

“Liam, it was so nice of you to set up this lovely dinner. Although, I have to admit I’m not completely sure why Drake’s here,” she said, smirking over at the other man.

“It’s because I’m a joy to be around, Olivia,” Drake shot back sarcastically.

“Yes, the man who never smiles is such a joy to be around,” the redhead responded.

“Drake has been a fixture at court since he was a child. He has also served as my trusted counsel more times than I can count. It seemed inappropriate to do this without him present,” Liam responded, ending the conversation with a hint of amusement in his own voice, obviously entertained by the interaction.

“I think Drake’s great!” Maxwell said happily from his spot on Ali’s other side.

“Yes, I’m sure Ali does too,” Madeleine mumbled as she brought her wine glass up to her lips.

Ali narrowed her eyes.

“I’m sorry I didn’t quite catch that,” she said, smiling sweetly.

Well, this night was going just about as well as she had assumed.

“I just said that I’m sure you agree with Maxwell’s sentiment. We all know that the two of you are quite fond of each other, but I was wondering when you planned on telling Prince Liam just how fond,” she said, a venomous smile on her lips.

“I’m sorry. I’m not sure what you’re referring to,” Ali said, bringing her own water glass to her lips and taking a sip of the cool liquid in attempts to calm the butterflies that had just erupted in her stomach.

“I’m referring to the fact that you’re pregnant with Drake Walker’s child,” Madeleine said, getting straight to the point and looking extremely proud of herself.

Ali, who had still been drinking her water, choked on the liquid and brought the glass back down to the table, attempting to clear her throat as several gasps were heard throughout the room. Maxwell patted her back in a way that was well meaning, but still unhelpful when you were choking on water.

“I’m sorry, but I’m still not sure what you’re referring to,” Ali said, her voice hard now and her shoulders tense.

“Oh, aren’t you?” Madeleine said, placing her phone on the table.

Ali and Drake’s voices filled the room from the speaker, and it felt like all the air had been sucked out of it as everyone heard their conversation from the first day of the Apple Blossom Festival.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“Yeah, I have.”

“You can’t ask me to get you a pregnancy test and then pretend like it didn’t happen.”

There was a momentary pause as neither of them spoke.

“Damn, what are you going to do?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I’m scared, Drake.”

“We’ll figure it out. I promise,” he said.

“I can’t have a baby! I’m still a baby!”

“Eh, I think you’re more of an angsty teen than you are a baby.”

“Sorry,” Drake said. “Look, I know you’re scared, but everything’s going to be okay. You’re not alone in this.”

Another moment of silence followed.

“You have to tell him,” he continued.

“I can’t. I don’t know how.”

The recording cut off after that point, but that didn't matter. It had already confirmed that she was pregnant.

Ali couldn’t breathe. Her initial reaction was to believe that this was all her fault. If she had just told Liam when she first found out then they wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place. He wouldn’t be finding out like this. The room seemed to be closing in on her. She was having a panic attack.

“Ali,” Liam said her name as he gently touched her arm.

He was sitting right next to her, but it sounded as if he were a million miles away. Kiara was muttering rapidly in French, and Olivia looked as if she had just been slapped in the face. She refused to even look at Bertrand. Then, a thought occurred to her.

“You didn’t hear the entire conversation,” she said, her voice hoarse as she tried to breathe normally.

“What?” Madeleine asked, the smile on her lips wavering the slightest bit.

“The entire conversation. That wasn’t the entire conversation,” she continued, trying to ignore the tightness in her chest.

“Y-yes, it was,” Madeleine responded, defensively.

“Actually, it wasn’t. You only heard what the person you had following us bothered to listen to,” Drake finally spoke up. “If you had heard the entire conversation you wouldn’t be making careless accusations.”

“What are you talking about?” Madeleine asked, her anger now evident.

“It’s not his baby, you idiot!” Olivia spoke up, quickly realizing what was going on.

Ali looked over to Liam for the first time since this conversation began. He hadn’t taken his eyes off of her the entire time, and his mouth was still hanging open in shock.

“I’m sorry you found out like this. I was going to tell you tonight,” she said, rising from her seat and walking to stand next to him.

Ali grabbed Liam’s hand and placed it on her stomach, still holding onto his wrist tightly. Liam was looking down at both of their hands intently. He didn’t speak for a few moments, but there were tears shining in his eyes when he looked back up to her.

“Are you sure?”

Ali nodded, and she was surprised at the large smile that crossed his face. Liam shot out of his seat and pulled her into his arms. He effortlessly lifted her off the floor and spun her in a circle. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck in surprise and didn’t bother to stop the laugh that fell from her lips. In that moment they both forgot where they were. They forgot that they were in a room full of people, of women that were supposed to be vying for Liam’s hand in marriage.

“We’re going to be parents?” he asked, pressing his forehead to hers.

“Yeah, we are,” she said, gripping onto the lapels of his jacket tightly.

Happy tears were streaming down his face as he pressed kiss all over her face. His lips brushed against her forehead, her nose, her chin, and both of her cheeks before he finally pulled her into a sweet kiss. Both of them getting lost in each other.

“Well, this is awkward!” Lizzie said loudly, in attempts to draw them back to their current setting.

The two of them looked back over to the table to find a mixture of both shocked and confused expressions. Maxwell, Ben, and Lizzie were beaming at them excitedly. Olivia and Madeleine both looked furious but neither of them said anything, while Penelope and Kiara both looked upset, but resigned to the fact that they were never going to be chosen anyway.

Ali nervously glanced at Liam, but even though they were in an uncomfortable and unconventional situation, the man couldn’t keep the smile off of his face. He kept one hand on the small of her back, and she was interested to see how he would diffuse this situation.

“Prince Liam, Lady Alison, please come with me,” Bastien said, opening the dining room door and striding purposefully into the room.

Ali shot Liam another nervous look and followed Bastien out the room without a second thought, listening as Liam remained behind for a moment to address the dinner party.

“This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I told you to tell him,” Bastien mumbled to her under his breath.

“Yeah, it wasn’t what I had in mind either. But, at least we know who was following me,” she said back as Liam joined them.

“This is bad isn’t it?” Ali said, as he placed his hand on the small of her back.

“It is. But, I can’t seem to care right now,” Liam said, smiling down at her with love in his eyes.

“I’m sure your father will,” Bastien stated, breaking up their conversation and beginning to lead them up to Constantine’s office. “I already have someone up there explaining everything to him.”

They stopped outside of Constantine’s office just in time to see another member of the guard emerging from the room. The man looked shaken up, and he glanced nervously in their direction before continuing down the hall. Liam squeezed Ali’s hand reassuringly before entering the room with Bastien following behind them.

Constantine was leaning back in his office chair, his hand resting on the desk in front of him. The only light in the room was coming from a lit fireplace in the corner, and it was casting menacing shadows across his face. It almost made him look like a Disney villain.

“Please, sit down,” he said, gesturing to the chairs in front of the desk.

Liam pulled one of them out for her and allowed her to get situated before sitting down on a chair next to her. He rested a hand on her knee protectively and looked over at his father, an unreadable expression on both of their faces.

Ali was doing her best to refrain from showing her nervousness, but it was still obvious by the death grip she had on the wrist of Liam’s hand.

“So, it seems that the two of you have had an… eventful evening,” Constantine said, his voice filled with controlled anger.

She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to say. If he was looking for an apology he wasn’t going to get one. Her initial reaction was to blame herself, and she still did. She felt terrible for how Liam found out, but Madeleine was the one who had caused a scene.

“Yes, we have. I should be congratulating you. You’re going to be a grandfather,” Liam said, a smirk on his face.

Ali could tell he was trying to keep the mood light, but it seemed to have the opposite effect on the king.

“How long have you known?” Constantine asked, his gaze hard as he looked her over.

“A few days, sir,” she answered, her voice cracking slightly.

Her grip on Liam’s wrist tightened even further, and he reached over to place his other hand on top of hers, gently rubbing circles on her skin.

“And how long did you plan on keeping this information to yourself?” he asked, grabbing a bottle of bourbon from the side of his desk and refilling the glass next to it.

Liam’s eyes narrowed at his father’s accusatory tone, but he said nothing, his jaw clenched tightly shut.

“I was going to tell Liam after dinner tonight. I didn’t know that Madeleine knew or that she was planning to announce it,” she responded, her voice quiet but stronger this time.

Constantine looked at her appraisingly as he sipped from his glass.

“You were reckless,” he said, turning in his seat to meet Liam’s eye.

He laughed humorlessly before continuing.

“Leo has been reckless since the day he was born. He’s caused countless scandals that we’ve all had to help cover up and do damage control for, but never once has he gotten anyone pregnant!”

“That we know of,” Ali mumbled sarcastically under her breath.

She saw Bastien hold back a smirk at her comment, but Constantine didn’t seem too pleased with it.

“Get out! Both of you, get out of my sight!” he yelled, motioning for Ali and Liam to head to the door. “Bastien, stay behind.”

The two of them didn’t need to be told twice. They both scrambled out of their seats like scolded children and were out of his office in a heartbeat. They stopped once the door had closed behind them, exchanging nervous looks.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have said that,” Ali whispered.

Liam broke out into a grin and went to pull her into his arms, when they heard Constantine’s voice through the door. She brought a finger up to her lips in a shushing motion and pressed her ear to the door, pulling him to do the same.

“You’ve known this for a week, and you still didn’t come to me with it?” Constantine questioned, the same controlled anger in his voice as when they had first entered the room.

“I’ve only found out for sure a few days ago, sir. I’ve already set Lady Alison up with a guard, and I’ve been keeping her safe since,” the other man responded.

“That’s not the point! I told you to come to me with anything you found out about her, anything that could stop her from becoming queen. But, you kept this information to yourself and now look at what’s happened!”

Ali’s jaw dropped at his words, and Liam had a similar reaction. However, his shock was quickly replaced with anger, and she was forced to grab onto his arm to keep him from storming back into the office.

“I’m sorry, sir. I believed that due to the… sensitivity of the situation, Alison should have had time to come to terms with things before it was brought to anyone’s attention,” Bastien responded.

They didn’t stick around for the rest of the conversation. Ali pulled Liam away from the door, and led him back to her room. She shut the door behind him and turned to look to him. They were truly alone together for the first time since he found out about the pregnancy, and she wasn’t sure what to do now. There was a mix of anger and sadness on his face, and she wasn’t sure which topic she should address first: the pregnancy or his father’s intention to keep them apart.

She opened her mouth and closed it a few times, trying to figure out what to say. She kept searching for an articulate and neat way to tell him everything that was going through her mind, but when she couldn’t she just let the words spill out of her mouth. She told him about the Drake and the pregnancy test, about how someone (apparently Madeleine) wanted to make the press believe that Drake was the father. She told him about the guilt she had been feeling for keeping the pregnancy from him and how sorry she was for not doing it sooner. She let out all of her fears about what was going to happen now that everyone knew, but reminded him that she loved him and wanted this baby more than anything in the world.

Liam listened intently as she rambled on. She was about to start talking about what Constantine said when Liam stopped her.

“That was a lot of information to get in thirty seconds,” he joked, pulling her down to lay on her bed beside him.

She cuddled into his side, her face burning with embarrassment.

“Are you mad?”

“About what?” he asked, furrowing his brows in confusion and running his hand up and down her back.

“That I’m pregnant. That I didn’t tell you sooner,” she said.

He sighed and pulled her closer into him.

“I understand why you needed some time, but I do wish I hadn’t come out the way that it did,” he said.

“I’m so sorry. I was so scared, and I wanted to tell you, but I just kept picturing the worst case scenario, and every time I decided to tell you I would remember that your father didn’t think I would be a good queen, and-” she began rambling once again, her words coming out in a nervous jumble before Liam quieted her.

“I know that it wasn’t your intention for this to happen. I’m more upset with the situation than I am with you. If I wasn’t crown prince, if we didn’t have to worry about the press or the people, if I was just a normal man, then we could be celebrating instead of worrying right now,” he said more to himself than to her. “I still can’t believe we’re going to be parents.”

His voice was more cheerful when he said this than it had been a moment ago.

“Are you okay with everything?” she asked.

“I should be the one asking you that,” Liam chuckled.

“Well, you just found out that you’re going to dad and that your dad is a snake, so I just figured you may need more comforting than me right now,” she tried to say nonchalantly, but the bitterness was still evident in her voice.

“I can’t believe he was looking for ways to discredit you,” Liam said, running his hand down his face.

“I’m just glad he never found anything. I’ve never been more thankful for my boring ass life,” she said with a laugh.

“Your life isn’t boring,” Liam said, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head.

“It was! Before I came here my time consisted of me going to work, class, and then going home to binge watch Criminal Minds,” she said, pulling herself out of his arms and sitting up. “But, look at me now. I moved to a different country, and got knocked up by the future king.”

Ali looked into Liam’s eyes and smiled softly as his hand came up to cup the side of her face.

“We’re really having a baby,” he murmured, sitting up and pulling her into a gentle kiss.

Ali sunk into his embrace, her body falling on top of his as he lay back on the bed once again. He kissed her softly, not willing to pull away from her until they were both desperate for air.

“I love you,” he mumbled, before flipping them over and moving down to lay his head against her stomach where he repeated the words once again.

Ali smiled and began running her fingers through his hair. Liam’s arms wrapped around her hips as she did this, and it was just a matter of minutes before he was lulled to sleep by her gentle touch and soft breathing.

Ali woke the next morning to find Liam sleeping soundly beside her. She was still in her dress from the previous night, but he had woken up at some point in the night and pulled her blankets over their bodies. She sat up in bed and raised her arms above her head, stretching her muscles. Two arms snaked around her waist, pulling her back into the bed. Liam rested his head against her shoulder and pressed a few soft kisses to the exposed skin of her neck as his hand lovingly caressed her stomach.

“Good morning, my love,” he mumbled sleepily against her skin.

Ali turned to rest on her side so she could face him.

“Good morning,” she said, tracing the stubble on his jaw with the tips of her fingers.

He turned his head and pressed a gentle kiss to her palm, opening his eyes fully for the first time that morning and taking in the expression of the woman lying next to him.

“You look upset,” he observed, his voice still gravelly from sleep.

“I’m not upset. Just a little anxious,” she admitted. “What do you think your father’s going to do?”

Liam sighed and pulled Ali into him. She buried her face into the crook of his neck and closed her eyes.

“I’m not sure,” he began, his mind already reeling with ideas of how to proceed from here. “By now the news has probably made its way around. He can’t deny the pregnancy because a room full of people heard it confirmed.”

“I still can’t believe you found out like that,” Ali groaned, pushing her body closer into his. “I always imagined telling the father of my child that I was pregnant in a cutesy way. Not by being outed at a formal dinner party.”

The sound of Liam’s laughter filled her ears, and she pulled herself up so that she could glare at him.

“It’s not funny!”

Liam tried to suppress chuckles and sat up next to her when he failed.

“I don’t know how we ended up here, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead when his laughter finally subsided.

A loud knock interrupted their moment and they exchanged looks of disdain.

“So, time to face this, huh?” she asked, getting up and trying to straighten the dress she had fallen asleep in.

“We’ll do it together,” Liam reassured her, getting to his feet and grabbing his jacket from where he had carelessly thrown it on the floor the night before.

Ali took a deep breath and opened her room door. A pair of blue eyes were looking back at her with sympathy.

“The queen wants to see you and the king wants to see Liam,” Charlie said, taking in their disheveled appearance.

“What are they trying to do by separating us?” she narrowed her eyes and looked back at Liam.

“I don’t know, but you should change before you meet with Regina,” he said, stepping forward and giving her a gentle kiss. “Don’t worry, I promise everything will be okay. And, don’t let her intimidate you.”

“That’s a lot easier said than done!” Ali called after his retreating frame.

“Everything will be okay!” he called back.

Ali looked over at Charlie incredulously, but the man simply shrugged in response. She rolled her eyes and let out a sigh.

“Give me a second to get changed.”

She dressed quickly, not wanting to keep the other woman waiting, but also not at all looking forward to their meeting. The fact that Constantine and Regina wanted to meet with them separately didn’t sit well with her. Why couldn’t they speak to them together?

“How bad do you think this is going to be?” she asked Charlie as he trailed alongside her on their way to meet the queen.

“I don’t know, but remember she can smell fear,” he joked in attempts to cheer her up.

Ali glared at him and he shrunk away from her gaze, shooting her a sheepish smile in apology.

“Okay, I can do this,” she said to herself, straightening her spine and knocking on the door to Regina’s study.

“Come in,” the queen called through the door.

“Good morning, ma’am,” Ali said as she entered the room .

“Lady Alison, please join me,” she said, motioning to the small sitting area of the room.

Ali awkwardly perched herself on the edge of the chair next to Regina’s.

“Tea?” the woman asked, already pouring hot tea into a small teacup and handing it to her.

Ali accepted the cup and took a small sip of the liquid. She had always been a coffee person and didn’t really care for tea, but she thought it would be inappropriate to refuse it.

“So, it seems that we have run into a spot of trouble,” Regina began, leaning back comfortably in her chair.

Ali mustered up a small smile, but remained silent.

“Of course, we can’t deny the rumors that have already begun to spread. Not when an entire dinner party heard it confirmed.”

“I’m sorry that happened. It was my intention to tell Liam in private, but Madeleine announced it before I had the chance to speak with him,” Ali said, bringing the teacup back to her lips again.

“Yes, well Madeleine’s actions were unfortunate for all of us,” Regina responded, a hint of anger in her voice.

Ali nervously glanced out the window, unsure who Regina was more angry with, her or Madeleine.

“But, that being said, we can still take care of this before it gets out of hand. So, how much?”

Ali furrowed her brows in confusion.

“I’m sorry, how much what?” she asked, placing the teacup back onto its saucer and putting it down on the small table in front of them.

“How much do you want to make our little problem go away,” Regina said casually.

Ali’s jaw dropped, and she made no attempt to regain her posture, her mind moving a million miles a minute.

“M-make our problem go away!” she said incredulously. “You mean to get rid of it?”

“Yes,” Regina replied calmly.

“Oh, my god!” she said, shooting out of her chair and pacing up and down in front of the queen. “I- I can’t believe… I don’t want money!”

She continued her meltdown, the queen relaxing in her chair, watching her reaction with a look of amusement. Ali felt sick to her stomach at the proposition. Even more so to the fact that Regina seemed to find her reaction entertaining.

“Come now, you can’t possibly believe that you and Liam are just going to have this child and live happily ever after can you? The fact that you’re carrying an illegitimate heir to the throne is bad enough, but that can still be remedied. However, Cordonia would be doomed if you became queen,” Regina said with a laugh.

Ali opened and closed her mouth repeatedly in a way that resembled a fish. She had no idea what to say to that.

“Yeah, cause I’m sure the people would just love the thought of me aborting Liam’s baby,” she finally said sarcastically.

“Oh, no, not an abortion. You lose the baby and run home to New York overcome with grief. Liam mourns for a day or two and then chooses another one of the suitors and moves on with his life,” Regina states, a feigned look of sympathy on her face.

Ali let out a humorless laugh and gripped the sides of her head in her hands.

“So you would just lie to everyone?”

“Yes.”

“Wow, you really have it all figured out, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Well, sorry, but that’s NOT going to happen,” she said, turning without another word and walking out the door.

She ran straight into the Charlie in the hallway, tears welling up in her eyes as the weight of Regina’s words fully came down on her.

“Where’s Liam?” she asked him through gritted teeth.

“I think he’s back in his office. I take it the meeting didn’t go well,” he said, looking over her red rimmed eyes.

She turned and walked into the direction of Liam’s office without another word, barely aware of the man trailing behind her. Already overcome with emotion, she threw his door open without even bothering to knock.

“You’re stepmother just offered to pay me off to have an abortion and leave the country!” she shrieked.

“What?” Liam asked, caught off guard because of her sudden appearance and not fully processing her words.

“I’ll make a terrible queen anyway, so you can just tell everyone that I lost the baby and decided to leave, and then you can just move on with your life!” she continued, beginning to pace the length of his office now instead.

“My love, please calm down,” Liam tried to say in a soothing voice.

However, this only served to agitate Ali even more.

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” she yelled hysterically. “I’ve never been more insulted or disgusted in my life! And that’s saying something considering I’ve spent the past three years as a waitress for drunk frat guys!”

“Bastien, Drake, please give us a minute,” Liam spoke into the corner of the room behind her.

Ali turned and noticed the two men standing there for the first time since she entered. They both looked extremely uncomfortable and wasted no time in heading to the door.

Liam’s heart broke as he looked back at the woman he loved. He had seen Ali upset on several occasions. He had seen her break down and have panic attacks. He knew what her bad depression days looked like, and he knew what she was like when she was feeling insecure. But, the man had never seen her look this distraught. There were tears streaming freely down her face, and her entire body was shaking.

“My love, look at me,” he said, walking over to her and taking her face into his hands. “That is not going to happen.”

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead, keeping his mouth against her skin for a few moments longer, in attempts to calm her down. His thumbs unconsciously stroked her cheeks, wiping away her tears. Ali wrapped her hands around Liam’s wrists, desperate to keep him close to her after the things that Regina said. As they stood there, the sound of Ali’s sobs the only noise filling the room, neither of them knew what to say, only that they needed to be near each other.

After her breathing had finally returned to normal, Ali released Liam’s wrists. She was about to move away from him when he pulled her back into him, their chests pressed together and his forehead resting against hers.

“Marry me,” he whispered softly.

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Kissing Fire [pt.5]

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x girlfriend (oc) Genre: cheater!AU, angst, smut Wordcount: 5.6k Warning: smut, lies, heartbreak and more lies and maybe fluff if you squint Summary: It always feels like there is only one person in the world to love. And then you find somebody else.

a/n: I don’t condone cheating on your s.o., so please don’t read if you have a problem with this! (also I’m not saying this is something Jungkook would actually do!) Warning Chap. 5: smut (oral, female receiving), a tiiiiiiiny bit of fluff (it’s like a needle in a haystack), drama

Jungkook was slouched over on the couch, scrolling through the webtoon app on his phone; he didn’t feel like reading at all, it was nothing more than a way to waste time until she had to leave. His members and Yina were busy chatting with each other but he had no interest in engaging in conversation. It had been two weeks since he had promised y/n he would finally break things off with Yina but not once had a perfect moment presented itself to him. Jungkook was convinced that there was a right time and place for him to break her heart in two but lying in bed with her at night seemed like an awful moment. The front door felt shut and footsteps echoed down the hall. “Y/n.” Taehyungs voice made his eyes shoot up, widening at the sight of her. Her legs seemed to go on for days in the pleated skirt that was almost too short to be worn out in public. He gulped, his gaze now fixated on the tight black cropped turtleneck sweater that would surely ride up and reveal her bra if she just lifted her arms a little too high. He tried peeling his eyes away from her, but every time he looked back he found something new to admire; her skin looked so smooth he desperately wanted to run his hands over her legs or let them follow the perfect curve of her waist. The urge to just take her right now started to stir up in his stomach; he was still clueless about how she managed to drive him absolutely crazy without doing anything to trigger him. “What are you doing here?” “Oh, I was in the area. My friend Nari and I were taking pictures and I thought I’d stop by..” She trailed off, fiddling with the old digital camera in her hands. Jungkook was hanging at her every word, her lips looking plump and shiny from the lipgloss and the fluorescent ceiling lights. He shook his head when the image of her on her knees started to manifest in his mind. They weren’t alone, this wasn’t the time to picture the smile spreading on her face before she sucked him off. “You can stay for dinner then if you want.” “I’d love to.” She beamed, walking over to her best friend to sit on the floor next to him. “I’m starving. I haven’t eaten all day but we took so many pictures, do you want to see?” Jungkook felt an elbow nudging his ribs. “You can close your mouth now.” Yina hissed under her breath, her lips were pressed together in a fine line. “Sorry.” He mumbled, redirecting his attention to his phone. It was the first time, he had not been able to control himself around her, usually, he just busied himself with something or made a few teasing comments to distract others from his obvious admiration for her. Yina didn’t seem to be too pleased with him but he didn’t care enough to sincerely apologize to her. “They are really good.” “Thank you, I want to give my Instagram feed a theme and I was hoping Jungkookie would help me edit them. He’s so talented and has a good eye for colors.” He felt her hand on his knee and his cheeks instantly flushed at the compliment, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth which he tried to hide by sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. “No no, I’m not that good.” He had a hard time suppressing the giggles that wanted to escape; shaking his head vividly and waving his hand. “Yes, you are.” She sat up on her knees, right in front of him. “Last time you helped me, I got so many compliments and likes. Please help me again?” With big puppy eyes and pouting lips, she looked up at him, shooting a tingling feeling down his core and straight to his dick, resuscitating the mental image he tried so hard to ignore. “O-okay I’ll help you, noona.” Clearing his throat he picked up his phone again, but from the corner of his eyes, he saw his girlfriend crossing her arms in front of her chest. Judging by the look on her face he knew that she was on verge of getting unbelievably mad at him but the prospect of spending time with y/n clouded his mind. There was nothing he wanted more than to be alone with her for a few minutes, drowning out all his worries by feeling her plump lips on his. “You want your Instagram to look professional? Yet you still take pictures with that old thing?” Yina snorted, side-eyeing the older camera model in her lap. Jungkook noticed y/n’s face drop and it made his stomach clench leaving a nauseous feeling behind. “Your phone takes better pictures than that camera.” “I still use an old analog camera.” Taehyung gently nudged y/n’s shoulder, trying to cheer up his best friend. “Don’t listen to her, the vintage vibe is cute and your theme looks good.” Yina let out a condescending cackle. “An old crappy camera from 2007 is not vintage Tae.” “Don’t fight.” Hoseok chimed in. “We all like different things, no need to argue.” “I wasn’t picking a fight, I’m just stating facts.” Yina shrugged, her arms still folded over her chest. “Good, then let Jungkookie help y/n with her photos so we can finally order dinner, I’m starving.”

Y/n raised her eyebrows, indicating him that she was ready to go but his sulking girlfriend dampened his excitement. Jungkook leaned over to Yina, the voice in his head making him feel guilty that he jumped at the opportunity to leave her sitting here with his members until she had to go to a work meeting. On the other hand, if he kissed her even on the cheek, he was sure it would upset y/n, so he decided to do the next best thing and simply patted her shoulder. “I’ll be right back, babe.” “Don’t take too long, I wanna say goodbye before I go to work.” Nodding his head he got up, holding out his hand for y/n to grab so he could pull her to her feet. The second he felt her soft skin on his goosebumps traveled down his back. “How many pictures did you take?” He asked walking down the hall with y/n; not wanting to raise suspicion in the others. “Well, over a hundred. You gotta help me pick the good ones.” “Do good pictures of you even exist?” He teased, earning a slap on his shoulder. “Ouch! I’m joking.” He rubbed his arm a little, before grabbing her wrist and leading her to the front door. “Are we not going to your room?” She whispered but he shook his head. “No, be quiet.” * Yina’s eyes were resting on the spot where Jungkook had disappeared, staring after her boyfriend in disbelief that he’d just wander off with that tramp. Then again, Jungkook was kind and always willing to help others, especially the less gifted. “That was awkward.” Jimin laughed but Hoseok shook his head furiously at his comment, eyes wide trying to warn the younger one about making another remark. “Taehyung, can I talk to you for a moment?” The older boy looked at her, confusion painted on his face. “Sure?” He got up and followed her to the kitchen. “What’s up?” He asked, opening the fridge to get a bottle of cola. “I know y/n is your best friend…” “Yeah, so?” “Can you tell her to dress differently… a little more…” “A little more what, Yina?” He furrowed his brows, not liking where this conversation was going. “Decently. This is a house full of boys, she can’t prance around in a skirt that short. Her butt was almost hanging out, does she have no shame? It’s disgusting.” “Are you serious?” Taehyung took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down the whirlwind of injustice inside of him. “You wear shorts around us all the time, why are you being so condescending?” “That’s different, I’m with Jungkook…she’s just some random girl. Have you not seen how the others looked at her in that skirt? If you can even call it a skirt…” “Let’s get a few things straight. Firstly, she’s not some random girl, she’s my best friend. Secondly, no one looked at her, that’s all just in your head.” Yina puffed up her cheeks, crossing her arms. “You’re just saying that because she is your friend. Stop defending her.” “Ooooh, I get it…” He sneered. “Jungkookie looked at her and you didn’t like it.” “So what? Tell her to wear decent clothes when she comes over.” “I will tell her when you stop wearing shorts or skirts around us or when you go to the bathroom at night in just a t-shirt.” He shrugged, taking a long sip of cola while eyeing her carefully. “But that’s not the same You cannot compare me to her.” “What makes you so special then?” Taehyung tilted his head, expecting an answer that didn’t stem from jealousy of her boyfriend looking at another girl. “Ugh, forget it. I don't care about your easy friend anyways.” Yina said in a patronizing tone, leaving him behind in bewilderment. He would take a bullet for each and every one of his friends and until now he had considered Yina a friend of some sort. But overstepping boundaries and insulting one of the people he held closest to his heart was something he couldn’t tolerate so he mentally crossed her off the list.

“Where are we going?” She asked, trying to keep up with Jungkook who was speed walking down a flight of stairs before exiting into a corridor and pushing open a milk glass door. “It’s empty.” He grinned before he pulled her inside, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. “You’re taking me to the gym?” Her confusion brought a smile to his face as he nestled it against her neck, inhaling her sweet scent that oddly always made him feel like home. “Practically no one really comes here apart from the members, so it’s the perfect place…” “To be alone.” She muttered, finishing his sentence; turning around to press her lips hungrily on his, locking her arms in the slope of his neck. He hummed, letting his hands travel up her sides until they pushed up her sweater just enough to expose her bra. He pulled back, taking in the sight of the voluptuous flesh before attacking her neck, eliciting a breathy sigh from her. “Don’t leave a mark…” The warning was weak as he softly sucked the delicate skin in between his lips, her fingers tangled in his messy locks. Her knees were feeling weak; the power his lips held over her was astounding every time. Satisfied with the result, Jungkook gently traced the reddish bruise on her neck with the pad of his thumb. “Your sweater will cover it, baby.” He whispered, lifting her up to carry her over to one of the workout benches. Sitting her down close enough to the edge; he kneeled down in front of her. His hands gently caressing her thighs, when she took his face in-between her hands to reconnect their lips, her tongue eagerly licking into his mouth to be met with his. Neither were fighting for dominance; just massaging each other in utter bliss of being reunited. Hesitantly he pulled back, her lips were swollen and the dopey smile on her face made his heart flutter like an army of butterflies. Hands still dancing across the soft skin of her legs, Jungkook slowly placed little pecks down her neck, on the mounds of her breasts before sinking his teeth into the right one. Hooking one finger in the cup and pulling it down to finally let his tongue get a taste of the hard bud. He felt her stir in anticipation, her hips bucking up against his ribs trying to get him to hurry up. He licked his lips, continuing his way down until he reached the waistband of the skirt. He wanted nothing more than to free her from the unwanted item of clothing but it was too risky in case they got caught. Slowly he pushed the skirt up, admiring her thighs until his eyes lingered on the damped cotton fabric that was hiding his favorite place on earth. Painfully slow Jungkook placed soft open-mouthed kisses on the inside of each thigh as she held her breath, her eyes following his every move as he got closer and closer to her core. Exhaling shakily, her hand held on tightly to the black patterned leather of the workout bench as she felt his fingertip tracing the wet outline of her lips. “I got in trouble because of you…” He mumbled, eyes wandering over her body, trying to memorize every inch of her skin up to her eyes that were glossed over with lust. “Yeah? Well, you better do something about it then…” A smirk played on her lips, his hands smoothly stroking the underside of her thighs until he reached her butt. Steadying herself on his shoulder with one hand, she lifted up her hips for him to pull her panties down.

A staggered moan escaped her lips, letting her head fall back as she felt his warm breath colliding with her heat. “Kookie, please!” He hummed in response, the vibrations sending shivers down her spine as his teeth lightly grazed over her labia before his fingers spread them apart. The impatient feeling inside her was trying to get the upper hand and to force him to finally give her what she wanted but she had to be patient, he didn’t like being rushed.

“So wet…” Jungkook mumbled, more to himself; not expecting an answer from her. “So pretty…” And finally, after what felt like forever he slowly dragged his tongue from her entrance to her clit. “So sweet..” “Baby…” She sighed, gently pushing his bangs from his forehead, his doe eyes looking up into hers. “Please, keep go-“ His tongue swirled around her clit; making a breath getting caught in her throat. She knew he was messing with her, trying to tease her by avoiding the spot that would make her lose control. Ceaselessly his thumbs caressed the soft patches of skin on her inner thighs, coating them in her own juices that were threatening to spill from her entrance.

A flurry of curse words fell from her lips when Jungkook decided to be generous and let the tip of his tongue flick her sensitive bud in a steady rhythm; fueling the fire that was glimmering in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes were glued to her lover’s face; the lewd and sloppy sounds of his tongue licking her folds made her ears ring. He looked so beautiful with his face buried between her legs, the veins on his forearms protruding as he steadied himself on her thighs, making sure she wouldn’t crush his head in between them. She knew this was a bad idea but she wanted to capture this moment; something they both could enjoy when they weren’t able to be together. Carefully she slipped her hand into the bra cup that he had not pulled down to grab her phone.

Leaning back a little she adjusted her position to get a good angle, she ran her hand through his hair as she opened up the camera. Biting down on her lip, she napped a few pictures but that wasn’t enough for the nights she felt lonely in her own bed. The second her thumb tapped on the record button, Jungkook sucked her clit in between his lips, eliciting a high pitched moan from her.

“Kookie…oh-my..” Her chest was rising and falling quickly; while her throbbing clit was trapped in his mouth, she could feel the tip of his tongue toying with it. Grabbing a fist full of his dark locks, she gently forced his head back a little to get a better view of his mouth working its magic. With a popping sound, Jungkook pulled his head back, looking right at her with swollen lips and his cheeks and chin dripping wet with her arousal. “Ahh noona! Noona this hurts.” He whined and she quickly loosened the grip on his hair.

“I’m sorry baby, please don’t stop.” A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth when she pushed his head back down where his tongue drew out infinity signs over the swollen bead.

Locking her phone, she carefully let it fall on the gym mat as Jungkook lapped at her core, trying desperately to drink up every drop he was coaxing from her.

Her hand flew to her mouth, biting down hard at the heel when she felt two of his fingers slipping inside, pumping in and out in a quick but steady rhythm, fingers tips brushing against the hidden rough patch that would soon send her flying.

The relentless flicking of his tongue against her clit and the new sensation of his fingers deep inside her almost pushed her over the edge. Jungkook knew that she was close to coming undone under his ministrations; her walls convulsing around his middle and ring finger. “Jungkook-aahhh…” She grabbed his hair again, forcing him to hold still while grinding her hips against his tongue, burying his fingers so deep inside her, he wasn’t sure how it was possible. Bright neon colors were flashing before her eyes, blinding her sight momentarily.

“Baby I’m…” Unable to finish her sentence, an avalanche of moans fell from her lips, echoing from mirrored walls as she finally came all over his fingers and tongue. Jungkook’s eyes were resting on her, as she slowly regained control of her breathing but it wasn’t over for him. Lightly he let his tongue lick up her juices, before pulling his soaking wet fingers out. A sheepish smile on his lips, he stuck them in his mouth, licking them as clean as possible, making sure nothing was going to waste. “Ah noona, you taste so good.” He giggled quietly, looking up at her with wide eyes, he was surprised to already find her looking at him with a soft smile on her face; her cheeks still flushed from the orgasm.

Gently she brushed his hair from his face, her other hand caressing his cheek, thumb tracing his still swollen bottom lip. Jungkook’s eyes fluttered shut, leaning into her touch. It were those small moments they got to spend together that made all the sneaking around worth it. He was so in love with her that he sometimes didn’t know how he had not exploded from all the feelings by now. “How messy do we look?” He adjusted his position to look into the mirror, only to find his hair disheveled, a wet arousal stain on his chest darkening the fabric of his shirt. His gaze lingered on her in the mirror, she pulled her sweater down; it was barely hiding the hickey on her neck before reaching for her panties on the ground. Although she was just simply combing her hair with her fingers it was hard for him to take his eyes off of her; how was it possible for her to look more beautiful every time he saw her? Carefully she sank onto the floor next to him, flinging her legs onto his lap and wrapping her arms around his torso. Pulling her closer to him, he tightened the embrace, resting his chin on top of her head. “Will you really help me with my photos?” She asked, her voice sounded so small and unsure, with big wondering eyes she looked up to him. “Of course I will, I would do anything for you, y/n!” Softly he pressed his lips on the tip of her nose, earning a smile from her that made his heart flutter. For a little while, they sat on the floor not saying a word until the vibration of her phone on the mat made them jump. “It’s just your brother.” Jungkook let out a sigh of relief, handing her the phone. “But we should go back.” She nodded, letting him pull her to her feet; both checking twice that they were not leaving any evidence of them being in here behind. Jungkook followed her up the stairs. “You took pictures, right?” He asked, eyes glued to her butt as the tiny skirt was swinging in motion. “Yeah and a video, I’ll send it to you later if you want.” Without warning he grabbed her hand, pulling her back down a step and pushing her up against the wall, lips ghosting over hers. “Yes please, baby.” Both smiling as their lips touched one last time for hours to come.

They slipped off their shoes and casually walked back into the living room where the others were just chatting like before they left. Jungkook flopped down next to Yina, who was talking to Jin about some new restaurant in Gangnam. She leaned over, planting a quick peck on his lips, making Jungkook freeze up. He was sure that she could taste y/n on his lips, just like he could still taste the remnants on his tongue. His eyes darted to y/n; she was talking to Tae but she was looking right at him. She had a mixed expression on her face, a smug smile was tugging at the corners of her mouth but her brows were tightly knitted together in contempt over his girlfriend kissing him in front of her. “Yina, don’t you have to go to work?” Y/n scoffed, eyes narrowed to slits. Jungkook knew his girlfriend well enough to know that she wasn’t going to let y/n speak to her like that. How did he get himself into this mess of his two girlfriends being jealous of each other when one didn’t even know the importance the other held in his life. “Oh, it’s almost 5:30, you’re going to be late if you get stuck in traffic.” He tried to stop the bickering that was sure to ensue if he didn’t intervene now. “You’re right, walk me out?” Yina smiled at him sweetly, gently resting her hand on his knee. “Sure.” He got up to follow her to the door when he heard y/n mocking Yina’s sudden change in tone quietly to her best friend which left both of them in a fit of giggles on the living room floor.

“What is that?” Taehyung asked when he spotted the mark on her skin. “What do you mean?” She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes from laughing so hard. Tae reached over to her, brushing her hair from her shoulder and pulling the collar of her sweater further down. “Is that a hickey?” He whisper-shouted, trying to get a closer look. Sometimes Tae seemed to be oblivious to most things around him, which definitely came in handy at times, especially when it came to her and Jungkook sneaking around. “Don’t tell me you’re seeing that guy again…” He sounded appalled, the memories of her coming to him crying her eyes out because of some guy were still all too clear in his brain. After all, he still was under the impression that she had a secret boyfriend and it was easiest to just play along instead of coming up with a new stupid lie. “Just once the other day, he wanted to talk.” Tae’s mouth opened and closed, eyebrows tightly furrowed before he spoke. “That doesn’t look like talking to me…” “Well it was kinda like a goodbye kinda thing, you know? One last time.” “Y/n, you really need to stop seeing that guy. He hurt you and I really don’t like that.” “What are you going to do about it? Punch him?” She let out a chuckle, picturing him showing up at some guy’s apartment with Yeontan and Jimin as his backup ready to fight. He hesitated for a second. “Yeah, I would. He made you cry and no guy is allowed to do that! I have to protect you!” “Awh Taehyungie.” She squealed, locking her arm with his and resting her head on his shoulder. “You don’t have to punch anyone. You know I can take care of myself.” “I know that…” He mumbled. “I still don’t like whatever he did to you that made you cry.” “Don’t worry. It’s over, I will never see him again, I promise.” “I hope so, you deserve better.”

After dinner, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok had left to go to the studio to get some work done while the rest of them still sat in the living room in a lethargic food coma. She was sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch, next to Taehyung who was busy texting his girlfriend.

“I’m so full, I feel like I can’t breathe.” She groaned, letting her head fall back on the sofa next to Jungkook’s leg. It wasn’t noticeable to the other’s but his hand slowly moved from his thigh in between the small space; his index finger caressing her cheek. She closed her eyes, enjoying this small gesture of affection in front of the others. “I shouldn’t have eaten the Bulgogi. That was really pushing it.” “Speaking of cows…” “Oh no, here it comes….” Jimin pressed his lips together. “What do you call a cow during an earthquake?” Jin asked, suppressing his laughter before delivering the punchline. “A milkshake.” His signature windshield-wiper laugh drowned out all their chuckles. “Aah, hyung.” Jungkook huffed. “You really need to stop.” “Y/n liked it.” She nodded her head. “I did. I can always appreciate a terrible joke.”

Suddenly Taehyung jumped to his feet leaving the room, only to return a few moments later with a package in his hands. “I need your help.” He kneeled down, sitting back on his heels. “Ha-na’s possible White Day presents arrived this morning and I’m not quite sure which one she would like the most so you have to help me pick.”

He pulled out a scarf, a sweater, a pair of beautiful dangly earrings and lastly a small red box. “Why don’t you just give her all of those things?” Jin suggested. “She’s your girlfriend, I’m sure she’d love everything you pick out for her.” “Yeah, I know but I still need gifts for anniversaries and her birthday. I can’t give her everything at once.” Y/n reached for the little box, turning it around in her hand. “What’s in here?” “A bracelet.” “You bought her a Cartier love bracelet?” Her eyes were wide in shock as she traced the gold imprint on the box. “Those cost a fortune, Tae.” Jimin slipped down from the couch, sitting next to her on the floor. “Isn’t it like 7 million won?” “I don't know, I didn’t look. I just know she wanted that one for a long time.” She opened the little box, staring at the rose gold bracelet on the black velvet cushion in awe. “It’s beautiful Tae. Ha-na will love this.” She muttered, trying to hide the sadness and envy that was spreading inside her because she would never be able to afford something like this. “Yeah, give that to her.” Jimin agreed while Jungkook was lurking over his shoulder. “What’s so special about that bracelet?” He asked curiosity painted all over his innocent face. “It’s just a bracelet.” “If you didn’t have a girlfriend, this would be the time where I tell you that you’ll be single forever.” Jimin ruffled the younger boys hair. “Anyway, bracelet it is.” Tae packed everything back into the cardboard box and got up. “I’m gonna go wrap it and hide it so she won’t find it.” “Hyung, I’ll help you.” Jungkook followed his older brother, bouncing like a bunny. *

He slumped down on the Union Jack bean bag, watching Taehyung as he scoured for something to wrap the jewelry box in for a few minutes. “Do you think she’ll mind if I use this?” He held up some artsy poster from a magazine. “Why don’t you use the scarf and tie it in a pretty manner?” He suggested, shrugging his shoulders. “Your mind, Jungkookie, your mind.” Taehyung beamed, sitting down on his bed, to spread the scarf out and delicately placing the red box in the middle. “Maybe I need to fold it once…so it’s not too bulky.” He mumbled to himself.

“Hyung, what are good White Day presents?” “I don't know, just get her something nice and you know she would like…” Jungkook ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek, trying to think if she had ever mentioned anything she really wanted. “But I don’t know what y/n likes…” Taehung spun around to look at Jungkook. “Y/n? You’re getting a White Day present for y/n?” Jungkook wanted to punch himself; every curse word in existence ran through his head. Why was he so stupid and careless? He had managed to keep this secret for so long and now one tiny slip up would come to bite him in the butt. “Uh, yeah? I mean you know she can’t afford nice things. She’s poor and with the little money she makes as a waitress, she could never afford any of those things.” He gestured towards the presents on Tae’s bed. “Didn’t you see how she looked at the bracelet? She knows, she doesn’t have as much money as we do.” “Wow, really? You too? You and your girlfriend, what’s your problem with y/n? You’re both so mean to her. Why?” The accusing tone in his older brother's voice, made Jungkook feel even worse. He didn’t mean for any of the things he had said to sound mean or disrespectful; he was just trying to keep their secret a secret. “I-I-.. no hyung, that’s not what I meant… I just wanted to do something nice for her.” “Save it. I don’t want your pity presents.” Both of their heads snapped towards the door, y/n was standing in the doorway. Jungkook had a hard time reading the emotions on her face, was she angry or hurt by his words? Maybe she was just playing along so Tae wouldn’t find out about them. “Y/n…” “Fuck you.” She spat, turning around; her footsteps echoing loudly in the hallway. Both boys just stared at the spot where she had disappeared. “You really fucked up…” Taehyung said, getting up to go check on his best friend. “Don’t you think I know that?” Panic was spreading in Jungkook’s body. He had never wanted her to hear any of that conversation. All he wanted was to buy her a present she would love for that special day since they had never celebrated any of the other important dates in their relationship. He followed Taehyung into the living room, where he expected her to sit with the other members, but she wasn’t there. “Where’s y/n?” “She left without saying a word.” Jin said, sitting up in the corner of the L-shaped sofa. “Can somebody tell me why every day is like soap opera in this house?”

But Jungkook had no time to answer Jimin, he was sprinting to the front door, quickly slipping into his shoes and storming out into the hallway. Repeatedly he pressed the elevator button, hoping that it would come back up before reaching the main floor but it didn’t. Waiting for it would take up too much time, so he ran down the stairs, skipping multiple steps at once. The security guard in the lobby looked him up and down, as he tried to catch his breath, resting his hands on his knees for a second. He pushed the big glass door open, running out onto the sidewalk, hectically looking left and right. It was hard to see anything in the dark but then he spotted her passing underneath a streetlight to his left, she was on her way to leave the gated community. He ran as quickly as he could, trying to catch up with her. “Y/n, wait!” He called out, but she just kept walking. It was possible that she couldn’t hear him, but he had not enough air in his lungs to make another attempt. When he finally reached her, he tried to grab her arm. She just needed to listen to him, he didn’t mean to hurt her feelings. Hoping she’d know deep down in her heart that he was just trying to cover up their relationship. Crudely she swatted his hand away, quickening her pace to get away from him. “Let go of me! Don’t let my poor get all over you, you asshole!” “No! Let me explain! You got it all wrong.” She stopped in her tracks, spinning around to look at him. He had never seen anyone so angry in his entire life, eyes swimming in tears. “The fuck I did! I heard what you said about me to Taehyung! Go fuck your stupid bimbo of a girlfriend and leave me alone. I’m done.” Both of her hands collided with his chest, pushing him farther away from her, making him stumble backward. Jungkook stood in the darkness, watching as she walked away from him. He couldn’t wrap his head around what just happened - just a few hours ago they were so happy, like nothing could come between them and now… it was all over.

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Toshinori Yagi(All Might) x Male!OC

BNHA

Author: Your’s Truly

"I was wondering when you'd get here!" Toshinori shouted as they both dived at the villain. "It took longer than expected. I had to help a child because he couldn't find his mother." Loyoto said. Toshinori nodded as they both collided with the villain, knocking him several yards back. Loyoto dived forward, his wings of fire spread out at his sides. He grabbed quirk canceling handcuffs from his hero costume pocket and put them around the villain's wrist. The villain became a considerable amount smaller.

Five police cruisers arrived at the scene and quickly took the villain away, some staying back and getting the reports from the two heroes and other witnesses. After they left, Loyoto and Toshinori were immediately bombarded by fans, some fangirling loudly while others were shy. "I have to get back to UA. We both do." Loyoto said, looking at Toshinori. "I'm very sorry everyone! But we must be heading out. We have teaching to do!" The man said, lifting a fist into the sky. Many of the fangirls and fanboys let out small groans of disappointment. Loyoto scratched the back of his neck nervously as he gave a closed-eye smile. He waved before extending his wings and lifting into the air, Toshinori jumping up beside him. They both took off towards UA.

Once they both arrived, they went separate ways, both going to their classes. Toshinori was teaching Class 1-A students and Toyoto would be teaching Class 1-B. Toyota walked into the classroom, slumped over slightly as he scratched at his beard. "Evening, everyone! Sorry I was late. Had to deal with a villain." He said. "Seeing as it's your first day, I suppose we'll take it easy today. We'll start with introductions and go on from there, alright?" He asked. He received a few nods and verbal acknowledgments.

"I'm Mikaro Loyoto. You can refer to me as Mr. Loyoto or Phoenix, my hero name. Now, I want to go around the room and everyone tell me your names so I can make sure you're present and so I know your face." Loyoto said. "I'm Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu." A kid with silver hair said, raising his hand. Toyoto nodded. "Just say your name when the person infront of you is done. I'll keep in track." He said. "Juzo Honenuki." A kid said. The list went on and on and Toyoto crossed off names, making sure everyone was here. Once he was satisfied, he began taking questions and asking them questions.

"You're in a team with All Might, aren't you?" A girl, Kendo, asked. "I wouldn't call it much of a team. We team up occasionally, but mainly small stuff. Also some major missions." Toyoto said.

"Hello!" A voice shouted as the door flashed open, revealing the man who they were just talking about, Toshinori. The sudden noise caused Toyoto to let out a small screech as he fell off from where he was sitting on his desk. There were gasps and a bit of laughter coming from the students as they looked at their teacher on the ground.

Toshinori quickly walked over to his friend, helping him up. "Thank you," Toyoto said, dusting himself up. "I came in to say hi to the student as I wouldn't be seeing them today!" Toshinori said, his voice loud. "Then say hi," Toyoto said, letting out a quiet snort as he took a sip from his bottle of soda on his desk. "Hello, students!" Toshinori said, turning to the students of Class 1-B. This caused a loud "Hi!" To emit from the class at the sight of the Number 1 Pro Hero. Toyoto let out a chuckle as he looked at his phone for a brief second, seeing a notification on Twitter. He opened it to see a News Channel had made an article about him and All Might.

"CNH NEWS,

There's talk about the Number Eight Pro Hero, Phoenix, and Number One Pro Hero, All Might, have been secretly dating behind the scenes. Many things support this theory, as they are both seen together frequently, fighting side-by-side and off of work. Could this be the result of a relationship, or is it just a friendship."

There had always been talk like this. Random reporters always getting into the personal business of Toshinori and Phoenix; however, no matter how much they had reported on it, it had never been confirmed by Toyoto or Toshinori. But, at this moment, Toyoto couldn't help but feel as if he wanted to relationship to happen. He had always felt different when he was with Toshinori. He felt like he could let his guard down. Like he could just be himself. Toyoto looked up at Toshinori, who was standing at the front of the classroom, the same smile he always wore plastered on his face.

Toyoto had been there when Toshinori had been injured by All for One. He had been on the sidelines, injured but capable of moving. When All for One disappeared, Toyoto had appeared right by Toshinori's side, quickly putting him in his arms and carrying him to Chiyo, mostly known as Recovery Girl.

Toyoto has been quick to comfort Sasaki(Sir Nighteye) when Toshinori refused to stay in bed. He felt bad for the hero that he treated almost like a son. He too was very worried about Toshinori but had forced himself to hide it, wanting to remain strong. But here he was, constantly worrying about Toshinori's health but also feeling different feelings for him. Toyoto hoped that in the future, their relationship would turn into something else.

Toyoto looked away as the bell rang, signifying the end of school. "Patrol tonight?" Toshinori's voice boomed as the rest of the class left. "Sure," Toyoto said, a crooked smile on his features as he looked at the man. "Just like the old days!" Toshinori said, his voice sounding happy. "Just like the old days," Toyoto repeated, his smile becoming a bit wider. "I'm going to buy some stuff from a convenience store, want to come?" He asked, hopping up. Toshinori nodded and followed suit as Toyoto headed towards the Teacher's Lounge to grab some civilian clothes to change into as did Toshinori.

Toyoto walked down the street, his hands in the back pockets on his black skinny jeans. His large red hoodie hung loosely from his shoulders as he walked with Toshinori. "Why did we do this?" He asked as he saw many people staring at them. "You asked me." The large man beside him voiced. Toyoto chuckled. "I suppose I did." He said.

They walked into the convenience store, the people at the check-out stations mouths gaping at the sight of the Pro Heroes. Toyoto grabbed a box of chocolate Pocky and a bottle of soda. Toshinori took a small bag of chips and a bottle of water. They checked out, the person working insisting that it was on the house but the hero duo insisted on paying. After paying, they walked outside. They decided to just sit on a bench, eating their food before going on patrol in a bit.

Toyoto watched the sky as the sun slowly seemed to sink into the earth. He chewed his Pocky slowly, admiring the view and taste. He looked up as he heard quiet and quick feet, seeing a young child, seeming around the age of five run up to them. "C-Can I get y-your autograph?" The boy asked shyly. Toyoto let out a chuckle before nodding. The kid held out a small journal, opened it to a clear page. Toyoto gently took out, taking a pen out of Toshinori's front pocket and using it to write his signature. He handed it to Toshinori who in turn wrote his signature. He then handed back the journal and put the pen away. Toyoto looked down at his box of pocky, noticing there were a few sticks left.

"You want to rest of these?" Toyoto casually asked the kid. The kid looked at him with both shock and awe. Toyoto held out the box of Pocky and the kid hesitantly took it. "Thank you, Mr. Phoenix, Sir!" He said. The man let out a chuckle. "No problem kid." He told the kid. "I'm sorry about him!" A woman's voice said. The heroes turned to see a woman with long pink hair and blue eyes. "It's no problem!" Toyoto said, smiling as the woman gently picked her child up.

"Where'd you go? I was worried about you!" The woman gently scolded her son. "I saw the heroes!" The kid said, quickly defending himself. His mother, in turn, let out a sigh. "You still shouldn't have run off like that." She said. "Yes, ma'am." The kid said, his voice respectful. "Again, I'm sorry about him." The woman said before quickly walking away.

"That was nice," Toyoto said, letting out a chuckle as he scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah," Toshinori said, letting out a booming laugh. "You know," Toyoto became, becoming a bit embarrassed. "I... Uh. I read an article about us two possibly being in a secret relationship and I... couldn't help but want to be like that but more open about it. So... Uh... Want to go on a date sometime?" Toyoto asked, his voice nervous as he continued scratching the back of his neck. "Oh? Sure!" Toshinori said, sounding very happy. Toyoto smiled lightly as Toshinori gave him a bone-crushing hug.

Toyoto watched as the last part of the sun disappeared behind the series of houses on the earth. He smiled widely. This was the life he had imagined for the two of them. But it would be short-lived as they would have a relationship where one of them was the Best Hero in their country. So danger would always be lurking around the corner.

But they knew one thing for sure.

No one would be alone. They would fight for each other.

For love.

#bnha oneshots #all might #lgbt couple

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Friendships

daAuthor : chewie-redbird

Word Count : 1,1020

Warnings : uh jealousy, lies, horrible people, second-guessing and smuty stuff…. #SorryNotSorry

Summary : Cordelia ‘Cordy’ O’Brien is seen running through the rain at 3 a.m., heading towards her Godmother’s house. Upon arriving, (Y/N) West-Posey answers waving her handgun around yelling, to realize it’s her Goddaughter. (Y/N) tries to talk with Corey, but get interrupted by Cordy’s mom, Talia Knight-O’Brien calling. (Y/N) handles Talia while letting Cordy go to bed, telling her they will talk about it in the morning. (Y/N) calms Talia, saying she’ll tell her everything tomorrow and heads to bed but checks on Cordy. Finally back in bed, (Y/N) tries to sleep but Tyler Posey keeps teasing her. In the morning, she starts to make breakfast, Cordy walks down and tease her Godmother about her night. (Y/N) and Cordy sit to eat when Tyler walks down, kisses his wife goodbye, and bumps into Talia at the front door. (Y/N) and Talia wait for Cordy to talk which they find out she had a huge fight with her best friend Allison ‘Ali’ Roden. (Y/N) tells Cordy friends fight, but true friendships overcome those fights and become stronger. Using their friendship for example, (Y/N) leaves the two while Talia tells about a fight that nearly broke theirs. Which angers Cordy and goes to sit with (Y/N), which she explains the situation about what happens. They go back in to find Ali, wanting to talk, so the adults head back outside to give them space. They talk and reminisce about their lives, until it seems too quiet, making (Y/N) joke. Eventually the girls come out, (Y/N) jokes again and they say they’ve talked through it, and thanks her mom and godmother for their help. The girls leave for a day of bonding when (Y/N) points out it’s Friday where Talia tries to stop them. (Y/N) reminds her they deserve this break, considering they worked hard at their school and it’s not like they never skipped. So (Y/N) and Talia spend the rest of the day reminiscing about their own friendship and their fights and how they are forever connected.

Characters : Talia Knight, Tyler Posey, Dylan O’Brien, Holland Roden and OC characters : (Y/N) West-Posey, Cordelia ‘Cordy’ Nicole Katherine O’Brien and Allison ‘Ali’ Roden.

*A/N : Hey everyone, here's another random dream I had! So I changed it to fit the reader and also who the reader is with! Cause it was just some random dream hunk and I wish it was Tyler Posey….cause who can blame me? Also this dream contains my sister, my BFF, Talia @daydreamingfairy. So it was only fair to make her husband the amazing Dylan O’Brien since the reader was with Tyler. Also Talia’s child, Cordelia is named after Cordelia Chase from Buffy the Vampire Slayer!! Shout out to Charisma Carpenter for her amazing role! Love you girl!! Also in story Cordelia’s BFF is Holland Roden’s child Alison ‘Ali’ Roden named after Crystal Reed’s character Allison Argent. So more shout outs to Holland Roden and Crystal Reed!! As always, my stories are shout outs to who's is in them, Tyler Posey and Dylan O’Brien, thanks for being who you are!! Also there’s a smutty part…..couldn’t help myself!! Whoops!!! Also shout out to San Francisco, a place I’d love to visit someday. Also (y/e/c) means your eye colour. Also this part with the * and (....) is an inner dialogue with oneself during a flashback! Also there is a small shout thing I just had to add from one of @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone one-shots!! I have finally finished writing this!! It has taken me forever to, but I did it and I’m proud of it! Hope you all like it as well!

*Third Person POV*

It’s a cold, rainy night in San Francisco as a teenage girl is seen running down a street. The silky brunette hair damped, the tanned skin glowed under the street lights. The 18 year-old comes upon the emerald green and black house, an old Victorian style home with six bedrooms. Walking up to the gate, she continues to the wrap-around porch. The bright red door shines under the porch light. The teen rings the doorbell, and begins to knock after hearing nothing.

She slowly knocks, looking scared and confused, then a light inside turns on. Anxious and unsure, she patiently waits for the door to open and hopefully be wrapped in welcoming arms. With every footstep coming closer, her stomach erupts in butterflies as she isn’t one-hundred percent as to how she’ll be welcomed. Knowing the person about to find her on their porch has a rage she vowed to never see again. She swallows the lump in her throat as she hears the unlocking, watches the doorknob slowly turns and stops. The door opens suddenly in a flurry as a person rushes out swinging their arm out making the girl duck.

*(Y/N)’s POV*

It was a normal Thursday night, you were laying down watching your favourite TV show at the moment. Even though you knew you had to go open the dinner at 6 a.m. you just couldn’t stop at cliffhangers. Though recently got hard to be comfortable when your husband decided to wrap his arms around you in his sleep. You’d shimmy and wiggle but couldn’t get comfy while in this awkward position of halfway sitting up and lying down.

“Babe” you’d whisper poking his nose, he’d just groan and barry his face into your side,

“Honey” you tried louder while running your hand through his silky brunette hair as he hums slightly at the feeling,

“What?” he groans tilting his head to look up at you,

“You need to let go, I’m kinda in an awkward position” you giggled as he looks at how your sitting,

“Oh sorry” he says letting you go but suddenly pulls you closer as he hovers over you,

“What do you think you’re doing?” you ask as you look into his dark chocolate eyes as he sends you a mischievous smirk.

He doesn’t answer as he kisses your neck, biting and licking it lightly then slowly continues downward. You moan at the sensations, your skin beginning to burn where his lips touched. He soon disappears under the covers, leaving love bites down your body making butterflies erupt in your stomach. You feel his hands play with the waistband of your Chanel Emerald green silk PJ shorts before he pulls them off slowly. You squirm as his breathe hits your exposed core, anticipation too much.

“Either do something or I will” you warn him as he growls and dives in making you gasp out loud.

He continues making you see stars, your toes curling, hands bunching up the sheets as you moan his name. This continues for a few minutes with him never stopping, adding fingers to make you scream for him. That familiar tightening in your stomach happens you move your hands into his hair pulling hard.

“Ty…Ty...I’m….” you start to state your about to come when something catches your attention.

Tyler pops his head up out of the blanket and looks at you as you look at him in confusion. Then you both hear the doorbell again and then knocking. You both look at the clock, seeing it’s 3 in the morning making you groan in anger. The knocking continues making you push Tyler off you, pull on your shorts and grab your robe. You storm down the stairs turning the light on, reaching the nightstand next to the door.

You open the drawer, pull out your trusty pistol and pulling back and releasing the slide mechanism. You unlock the door, slowly turn the doorknob and stop, breathe out then you swing the door open. You come busting thru the door waving your pistol in the air yelling,

"Alright, where do you want it?! In the left or right ass cheek?!?!” you look around then down to see a girl who looks no more than 18,

"Aunty (Y/N)! Aunty (Y/N)! It's me! Cordy!" she yells looking down while waving her hands around bending down.

You look down at her giving your famous scoul,

"Cordelia! What in the hell are you doing knocking on my door at 3 in the morning'?",

"I'm sorry, but I had no else to go" she says standing up straightening her outfit.

You just look at her then say,

"Girl, get in the house" you move to let her in as you hit her upside the head when you hear,

“Who the hell is making so much noise?” you see your neighbor looking over at you from her porch,

“Bam, mind your own business and go back to bed you old hag” you yell at her,

“What did you say?” Bam says moving her ear towards you,

“I said get your ass in your house before I put a bullet in your old ass” you yell aiming your pistol at her making her run back inside then you head inside shutting the door and lock it,

“Nosey ass bitch, I swear one day I’m going back to jail because of her” you mutter to yourself as you put the safety back on and placing the pistol back in the drawer.

"Why did you answer the door with your gun?" Cordy asks you as you turn back to her,

"It’s 3 in the morning, the only people knocking on the door are crack heads and the police. Now, you gonna tell me why you’re knocking on my door instead of being at that best friend of yours?" you look at her while crossing your arms across your chest, she just looks away avoiding your gaze,

"Girl you better answer me! I won't ask twice!" you state placing your hands on your hips.

She just looks up at you with this sad look and right when she opens her mouth the phone rings. You walk over and see her mom’s name flashing on the caller I.D.,

"It's your Momma, what is she gonna tell me? What am I gonna tell her?" you look at her as she just starts crying holding her hand wiping at the tears.

You just huff grabbing the phone and answer it,

"Hold on" you put the phone to your shoulder while hearing her mom yelling,

"Girl go on to the guest room, I'll handle your Momma, but we are talking tomorrow morning" you tell her waving to go upstairs as she gives you a smile.

Before heading up the stairs, she runs and gives you a hug and says,

"Thank you Aunty" then runs up.

Shaking your head at her, you finally put the phone to your ear,

"Talia come down, breathe, breathe, breathe" you say to your best friend and after you finally calm her down,

"Is she there? Was that her? Do I need to come over? I'm coming over!" she says rushing around,

“Talia, Talia, TALIA!" you yell to get her attention,

"What?" she asks stopping in the middle of putting on a jacket,

"Yes, she is hear. She's staying up in my guest room for the night. And no I don't know anything. The poor girl just shows up on my doorstep ruining my lovely night with....um... what's his face...but don't worry. Nothing will happen now she's here, fucking little bitch. But I am talking to her in the morning and I'll call you after" you explain what the plan is,

"What? No, I'm coming over. I'm gonna bring her home" she said sounding like a worried mom,

"Talia, she's fine, she can stay here tonight. If she wanted to be home she could have. Doesn't that best friend of hers live closer to your then me?" you state as she thinks for a minute,

"....Yeah ok, you make a point" she agrees,

"And aren't I your sister, so you know I will eventually tell you. And even if she doesn't want me to, you know I'll get her to tell you herself" you tell her,

“.......Ok yes, your right again" she sighs in defeat,

"So just rest, relax, she's safe, and I'll call you tomorrow" you say,

“......Ok fine, I'll try to relax...." she replies,

"Talia?" you also again,

"What?" she inquires,

"Breathe, she's safe, get some sleep" you tell her knowingly,

"Fine, ok, I'm relaxing" she admits,

“Also, don’t call my daughter a bitch. Only I get to do that” Talia jokes,

“Hey I get to call her whatever I damn well please when she is being a god damn cockblock” you say laugh with her,

"Goodnight Ms. O’Brien” you say smiling,

"Goodnight Ms. Posey" she says back while you hear the smile then she hangs up as do you and walk back upstairs.

As I walk up the stairs, I see my pictures on the wall and reminisce about my life up to this point. I see the guest door still open, so I walk over and cheek on Cordy, who seems to be fast asleep with her wet shirt hanging of the green hamper. I quietly go over and push the shirt in the hamper then move to Cordy’s side.

“How mad was Mom?” Cordy asks sleepy with her eyes still closed,

“She was just worried is all. We’ll call her in the morning after we talk. Have a good rest Cordy, see you in the A.M.” you say giving her a kiss on her forehead, leaning back to pull the blanket up a bit before getting up to the door.

Turning to make one last look at your beautiful goddaughter, you shut the light off and close the door most of the way leaving a little bit open so the hallway light peaks in. You walk back to your room, closing the door as quietly as you can.

“Who was it?” your husband asks you as you walk back over to your side of the bed, taking off your robe as you place it on the little hook near the window edge,

“It was Cordelia. She is staying in the guest bedroom for the night, no I don’t know why she is here, yes Talia already knows and yes I'm gonna find out tomorrow” you tell him smiling as you lay down, shimmying to get comfy leaving him with his mouth open as you answered all the questions he was just gonna ask.

“How’d you know what I was gonna ask?” he looked so confused,

“It’s cause I know you so well” you say smiling then give him a kiss,

“Why’d you kiss me?” he asks still confused making you giggle,

“Cause you look adorable when you’re confused” you confess making him smirk as he pulls you closer, hovering above you,

“Nuh uh” you say pushing him back up when he leaned down to kiss you,

“What? Why?” he asks,

“Cause my goddaughter is in the house,” you say as a-matter-factly making him groan then he shoots you his infamous puppy dog eyes,

“Hmmmm no please, not the puppy dog eyes” you say trying to not look at him pushing his face away from you,

“Please, look at me” he whines as he grabs hold of your hands and pins them down leaving kisses on your neck and jaw until you finally cave in and look at him.

Your stare at him, looking at his short curly dark brown hair, his pretty dark brown eyes, his slightly crooked jaw as he stares back.

Wow a lot can change in 20 short years, especially since that amazing trip you had taken with your best friend, your sister. For your highschool graduation gift from your families, you were given money to a trip down to L.A. with plane tickets, hotel rooms and shopping money. You dipped into your savings to bump you guys to first class tickets cause your first time on a plane wasn’t gonna be in coach. Spending your days shopping and nights going to bars dancing. Who knew you would be thankful to a couple of pervy jerks, cause without them, you would never have met your husbands.

*flashback*

“We are young and fine. Let’s do some damage” you announce smiling at Talia as you both look over your new outfits. Pleased with yourselves, you walked up to the bar waiting for the bartender to come over. That’s when you feel a hand on your ass as you look down at it, you look back up to see this guy smiling at you. You turn to look at your best friend, she looks at you too as you see an arm around her shoulders.

“Why would two fine ass girls like yourselves be by yourselves?” the one with his arm around your sister asks with a slight slur,

“Yeah, sweetness, how could you be alone?” the one with his hand on your ass asks you,

“We are having a girls night” you satate as you two grab your drinks and walk away from them,

“Well, would you like to dance cupcake?” the guy asked Talia,

“Yeah, baby, let’s dance” the guy ask while trying to snake his arm around your waist putting the hand back to where it is as you share a look with Talia.

“Ahhhh…..we’re good” you both say at the same time, turning to leave whipping your hair at them as you strut away.

You guys finally meet up with your friends who had a VIP table near the dance floor,

“Oh my god! You guys made it!” you hear this squeal and then loud voice before this woman in a bachelorette sash and crown jumping up and down,

“Yeah sorry we’re late. Took someone a long time to get ready” Talia states while shooting you a look,

“Well. I had to look good. And I believe I do” you say twirling showing off your new midnight black Off the Shoulder Tiered Ballgown by Mac Duggal and the loubi red Catchy Two Peep Toe Pump by Christen Louboutin heels. Your simple Ruby square shining on the gold chain that was once your mother’s favourite necklace that was given to her by your dad on their first date. Your (y/h/c) hair in curls styled after your favourite The Vampire Diaries character, Katherine Pierce.

“Do I look otherworldly and threatening?” you smile with your crimson red lips shining making your smokey black eyes pop which only help with your (y/e/c) look more radiant,

“Beautiful, you sure you don't wanna dance?” that guy whose hand was on your ass asks again,

“Excuse you, but we are in the middle of a conversation Einstein” you reply turning your back to him but sadly he just can’t take a hint,

“Fine with me, we can just talk and have a drink before we dance” he says with a slur, walking up behind you before he puts his hand back around your waist,

“Ugh as if” you state as you shove him away from you,

“Uh private party dude!” your friend Kelly says giving him the stink eye,

“Hey no need to get violent bitch” the one who hung around Talia comes up,

“Did I just hear you right? You didn’t just call my sister a bitch?” Talia moves in front of the guy giving him her infamous “please keep talking so I can hit you” scowl, her burgundy Cross Back Satin Jersey Gown by La Femme dress shining off the club’s lights and as she wore her new black Top Lace Peep Toe Louboutin Booties.

“Talia its fine. Let it go. You have only one more anger management class left” you whisper the last part trying to pull her back to your side,

“Yeah I called her a bitch. So what? Y’all just teases.” the guy slurs and then they take off,

“Ugh drunk bastards. Should’a let me punch him” Talia states punching her fist to her hand,

“Yeah but you only have one more class to go to before your done. Thanks though, I would’a let you if he kept it up” you reply laughing a little.

You spent a fair amount of time with your friends drinking and talking about the wedding to come. It was almost perfect before Kelly was begging you guys to sing for her, as it was a known fact with anyone who knew you two, y'all had the voices of angels.

“No, no, no, we aren’t singing tonight. Tonight was supposed to be about you” you say smiling,

“Come on! Please! I love your guys’ voices! It’ll make my night! Think of it as a bachelorette gift to me as I see you two didn’t bring me one!” Kelly pleads, smirking at you,

“You were supposed to get the gift” Talia brings up,

“Well since we are singing at the wedding, I thought our mere presence was enough tonight” you sigh as Kelly gives you puppy dog eyes,

“Fine! Okay! We’ll sing” you yell a little louder then you meant too, then sadly the drunks just happened to be nearby,

“Wow gorgeous can sing?!” the one who liked you stumbled back to you,

“What about you Goddess?” the one Talia wanted to hit asks her,

“Wow you smell like you were dropped in scotch” you state turning your head the other way,

“Why don’t you answer me sexy?” the guy asks getting dangerously close to Talia’s striking range as she continues to ignore him,

“Can you sing for me Princess?” he asks you,

“Still can’t take a….” you were saying until it hit you, you looked at Talia who noticed your look,

“Actually, yeah I can sing you something” you smile while walking away with Talia in tow towards the stage.

You two get up on the stage as you tell her what song y’all be singing, so she can tell the band. You stand on the stage as Talia joins you, handing you a microphone, as you both share a smile. The club goes dark, then the stage lights up as this woman comes on stage in a simple red dress.

“Well, ladies and gentlemen, do we have a treat for you. For does that don't know me, my name is Lauren and this is my club. My two very best friends (Y/N) and Talia wish to sing some gentlemen a song. And trust me, these women have the voices of angels so yall should enjoy the show!” Lauren states as some dim lights turn back on in the club as well as two spot lights.

The band starts to play the music, everyone quites down, Kelly and the others are screaming and the two guys have no clue what's about to happen.

“Why am I always hit on by the boys I never like,

I can always see them coming from the left and from the right” you sing after blowing the guys a kiss,

“I don't want to be a priss,

I'm just trying to be polite,

But it always seems to bite me in the-”” Talia sings adding her majestic voice to the song,

“Ask me for my number,

Yeah, you put me on the spot” your voice captivating,

“You think that we should hook-up,

But I think that we should not”

“You had me at hello,

Then you opened up your mouth” Talia sings perfectly,

“And that is when it started going south,

Oh!” you both sang as your voices blended perfectly,

“Get your hands off my hips,

'Fore I punch you in the lips,

Stop your staring at my-,

Hey!

Take a hint take a hint,

No, you can't buy me a drink,

Let me tell you what I think,

I think you could use a mint,

Take a hint take a hint,

T-take a hint take a hint” you sang together in harmony as you moved to stand near the guys, playing with their hair and then Talia hit the one guy in the shoulder as we walked away,

“I guess you still don't get it,

So let's take it from the top” you sang as you sat down near where Kelly and them were sitting as they were dancing,

“You asked me what my sign is,

And I told you it was stop” Talia sang coming to sit with you turning your backs to each other to lean on,

“And if I had a dime for every name that you just dropped” you sang leaning forwards a little,

“You'd be here,

And I'd be on a yacht” you both sang,

“Oh!” you sang as you both stood up,

“Get your hands off my hips,

'Fore I punch you in the lips,

Stop your staring at my-,

Hey!

Take a hint take a hint,

No, you can't buy me a drink,

Let me tell you what I think,

I think you could use a mint,

Take a hint take a hint,

T-take a hint take a hint” your voices sang out of the speakers as people were dancing to the beat and you two moved about the club,

“What about "No"

Don't you get” you sang as you two made it back to each other as you came closer to the two guys who were still up front near the stage,

“So go and tell your friends” Talia sang as she shoved the one guy,

“I'm not really interested” you both stood in front of the guys,

“It's about time that you're leavin'” you sang giving him a dismissive wave,

“I'm gonna count to three and” Talia picked up pointing at the one guy,

“Open my eyes,

And you'll be gone” you both sang as you walked around them,

“One” Talia sang as she pointed at the guy,

“Get your hands off my-” you sang as you slapped his hand away from grabbing your ass,,

“Two” Talia sang as she pointed two fingers now,

“Or I'll punch you in the-” you sang as you got in his face,

“Three” Talia now pointing three fingers at him,

“Stop your staring at my-” you sang as you shoved him away,

“Hey!

Take a hint take a hint,

I am not your missing link,

Let me tell you what I think,

I think you could use a mint,

Take a hint take a hint,

Take a hit take a hint,

Whoa…,

Get your hands off my hips,

'Fore I punch you in the lips,

Stop your staring at my-

Hey!

Take a hint take a hint,

T-take a hint take a hint!” you both sang as you moved back to walk on the stage as everyone was dancing and grooving to your guys voices.

As the song comes to an end, everyone stands up and cheers for you guys and some boos at the two guys who walked away in embarrassment. You and Talia laugh and smile as you take a bow as Lauren comes back onto stage,

“Oh my god. That was an amazing, who else agrees?” she asks the crowd who yells in agreement as we make our way back to Kelly and our friends,

“Wow you guys were amazing thanks!” Kelly screams in delight as she hugs us as the DJ continues his music.

We continued drinking and laughing for another 40 minutes until we were rudely interrupted by those same drunk guys.

“Hey!” the one who had liked Talia yelled as we all stopped talking to look at him and his friends,

“That wasn’t cool that y’all dissed us like that” the one who kept putting his hand on your ass said looking pissed,

“Well look who sobered up a little” you said smirking making Talia giggle which only made him more angry,

“You btichs need to learn some respect!” the one who liked Talia yelled giving you a dirty look,

“Excuse me? And who the hell gonna do that? You?” Talia asked while putting her hands on her hips giving them a dismissive look,

“Yeah us!” the one who liked you yelled, as at the moment everyone was watching the scene unfold,

“Me gustaría verte probar idiota (I would like to see you try idiot)” you state smiling as the Spanish came out fluently,

“What you say hoe?” the one who liked Talia asks confused,

“What? Don’t know Spanish? ¡Tú, cerdo sin cultura espeluznante!” (You, creepy uncultured swine!)” Talia replies moving her right foot backwards a little making a Charlie's Angels ass kicking pose which only you notice,

“Well sorry we didn’t know we were hitting on some putas” the one who liked Talia states smiling like he just won some verbal argument as his friends laugh,

“Wow how original, take long for you to come up with that?” you say rolling your eyes,

“Such a comeback, hope you didn’t have to dig deep in that shallow pool of witty one liners” Talia says as you two laugh at them which only angered them more as everyone else laughs as well.

In a flash second, they started to come at you two so you and Talia were already to defend yourselves when two figures come out of nowhere and punched the two drunks. You and Talia are shocked and a little disappointed you didn’t get to kick their asses yourselves. As the two guys turned around shaking their hands they used to punch is when you let out the loudest squeal you were sure it had to be someone else who did it. Making everyone look at you as you covered your face as it turned red from embarrassment trying to calm yourself down. Talia was shocked silent lost in her head as the two guys walked up to you two smiling at your reaction. As it was with a lot of things between you and your self-proclaimed sister, you showed your fan girl side very clearly while very calm on the inside while she was the exact opposite. One of the things you hated her for, especially in moments like this one where you met your favourite actors.

“Hi, sorry to intervene but I hate assholes” Tyler Posey says as he sends you guys his crooked smile making you squeal a little more as you take a deep breathe,

“Yeah, especially if they are sexist too” Dylan O’Brien adds smiling as you turn to look at Talia who was still frozen looking cool, so you poke her side and just like that she is able to talk,

“Yes thanks you guys. But it was unnecessary, we could’a handled it ourselves” Talia says like she’s talking to some guy and not her movie crush,

“Yeah dealing with those guys who have been a little fun actually, been too long since we had a good fight” you finally say smirking as you look at Tyler crossing your right arm over your stomach, sticking your chest out a bit more while slightly pushing your boobs up a little all while playing with the ends of your long hair with your left hand making sure the ends keep falling to your cleavage* (... classy, Y/N … very classy of yourself),

“Uh yeah, we haven’t introduced ourselves…” Tyler says but Talia cuts him off,

“Yeah we know who you are Tyler, we are fans actually. We love Teen Wolf” she says stretching her hand out, Dylan immediately grabs it before Tyler,

“Talia Knight” Talia states with her killer smile,

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman” Dylan says giving Talia’s hand a kiss,

“And I’m (Y/N) West, enchanté” you extant your hand to Tyler which he takes and kisses which make you blush,

“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet” Tyler says smiling,

“Ohhh Shakespeare. I love a cultured man” you say standing closer to him,

“Would you like to have a drink with us?” Dylan asks as Talia and you share a look,

“Sure, we’d love to” Talia replies as we walk with them back to the bar.

Then you both realize the two guys had gotten up and tried to run at you four but sadly for them Talia and you were amazing martial artists. You kicked your left leg while Talia raised her right and you both roundhouse kicked the two backwards a little. You both ran up and kneed the guys in the stomach then flipped them over your shoulders. They stood up and lunged at you two only for you to elbow him in the ribs hard and kick his foot out from underneath him. Talia had decided to use her pam to hit the guy in the nose and grab his arm to force him onto the ground kneeling on him. You walked over and put a heel on the one guys’ chest as you applied pressure on his ribs.

“The next time you decide to attack a women, don’t” you state while you add a little more pressure causing the guy to squeal in pain,

“Show some respect also” twisting his hand causing her guy to yell,

“Woah” Tyler says in amazement as he watches you,

“I think I’m in love” Dylan says blushing afterwards,

“Promise us you won’t do this again?” you ask,

“Ok” the one underneath Talia says,

“What? I didn’t hear you!” Talia says twisting his hand again,

“Ahhh! Alright! Yes we promise!” the guy yells in pain as we let them get up,

“Good, now we don’t want to have this conversation again!” Talia says pointing her finger at them as she brushes off her dress like there was dust,

“I very much don’t like to get very unladylike” you say fixing your hair then sticking your nose in the air while strutting back over to Tyler and Dylan.

Talia and you had spent the rest of the night drinking with Dylan and Tyler, eventually joining your friends with them in tow. As luck would have it, you hit it off with Tyler while Talia did with Dylan, resulting in both of you taking the guys back to your hotel rooms. Besides a very heated moment, all you and Tyler did was watch movies and play card games while getting to know each other. Well, as far as you would tell that’s all that happened though you never say how far you went. For Talia on the other hand, from the bedhead look and last night’s make-up on her face wasn’t enough evidence, the fact she answered her door wrapped in a sheet to get her coffee from you in the morning was. While that and seeing Dylan come out from the bathroom in his boxers and seeing the bed all messed up were also key points in your deduction. You left the two bunnies alone to go back to your room as you just wanted to drop off Starbucks.

The rest of the trip was spent been shown L.A. by Tyler and Dylan, as you grew closer with Tyler while Dylan grew closer with Talia. But sadly it was time to head back home and away from Tyler and L.A. and the shops. At the airport, Tyler revealed that he had grown so close to you over the short time and wanted to continue to talk. After months of texting and calls and Facebook messages, Tyler had asked you to be his official girlfriend. And a year after that, the world blew up as Tyler revealed you as his girlfriend at the San Diego Comic Con on July 21, 2016. And it has been a fairy tale ever since and eventually Tyler had proposed to you on your 25th birthday. And then married on your mom’s birthday a year after on July 25th. And now living in your guys’ house you bought together and fixed up to be your dream house.

Talia and Dylan’s relationship grew fast and they just fit so well together it wasn’t shocking. Talia was made for the spotlight, as they didn’t hide their relationship from the press as she tagged along to all of his events. She seemed to help him a lot after his accident in 2016 during a dark period of his life. A year later, Talia had become easily pissed and over emotional and had weird cravings. Until it clicked for you that she may be pregnant and bought a test to be sure which became a small fight between you two. Until she came to you crying as she held the test showing positive in the middle of the night. You were able to calm her, even get her to tell Dylan, which he was thrilled for and immediately proposed to her afterwards. They soon shared their news with their families and friends and then the world at the premiere of American Assassin. Which lead to you becoming the godmother to Cordelia Nicole Katherine O’Brien while Tyler was the godfather.

*flashback ends*

As we lay there, I slowly trace his face with my fingers as I am lost in memories of how we met and slowly became the couple we are now. While I continue to look at him, he begins to grin at me, as he looks confused,

“Why are you looking at me like that?" he asks as he moves closer,

“I was just thinking of how we meet. How we started as friends and grew into us. How you were amazed with my ability to defend myself” you smile trying to move up but he just pulls you under him climbing on top, pinning you to the bed,

“Oh, I remember that. You kicked that guys ass! It kinda scared me a little. Had to put in a mental note not to piss you off…...or scare you after that one time” Tyler says laughing a little,

“Well that was entirely your fault! You should never have sneaked up on me when I thought I was home alone!” you defend yourself remembering when you got back to your guys’ house.

You knew you didn’t have to have that little time of moving into an apartment together with Tyler like any ex-boyfriend of yours. You and Tyler clicked easily, even your Mom saw it when he was able to visit you and as well his parents. So when it came time to move in together, you proposed that you guys get a house instead, as you knew he was it for you. You guys bought a nice Old Victorian style house in L.A. so he could be close to the studios. It kinda scared you to be away from everyone you knew but you did cause you loved Tyler. So one time you bought groceries after work, you came home when you thought Tyler was returning the next day. But Tyler had been able to get off earlier and returned sooner, he wanted to surprise you…..and he did. It was around 8 p.m. when you finally get home, you had just walked into the kitchen and put down the groceries on the counter when you felt a presence behind you. Quickly getting into action you elbowed the person in the stomach as they came up behind you and placed a hand on your shoulder. Then you grabbed their right hand and flipped them over your shoulder and quickly dropping onto your knees on their back. Then grabbed their hands and began to twist it when you finally realized heard your name and who it was.

“That hurt you know” Tyler whined and pouted as you giggled,

“What? Did I hurt here?” you giggle while poking his ribs tickling him as he tried to squirm away,

“Or here?” you continued to attack him as he laughed and then quickly grabbed your hands,

“Tyler....no....No!" you say a bit loudly as he tickled you.

Then he stopped and put a finger on your lips, shushing you as a thought came across his face then a mischievous smirk,

"You know....if your quiet for once....we can still ...continue from earlier" he bends down to kiss your neck’s sweet spot between each thought.

You lightly moan closing your eyes you slowly move your hands up along his back until you curl them into his hair as one of his hands slowly goes between you two and rubs between your legs over your shorts,

"Tyler please...that’s cruel", he just grins as then he slowly takes off your Chanel Emerald green silk-lace PJ shorts,

"Please what?" he questions like he wasn’t just trying to turn you on.

You slap him, and use your legs to swing him over making you the one top, you look down using your hands to travel down his very muscled chest, outlining his abs,

"You have no idea what you got yourself into" you say with a smirk, taking off your Chanel Emerald silk-lace PJ camisole then grab the red silk sheets and pulling them over you guys.

You kiss him roughly showing all the passion and love between you guys as he grabs your hips. You slowly begin to grind down on him feeling as you feel he is already ready to go as apparent to the bulge that you feel. He quickly leans up with you as you help him remove his Under Armor black shorts then he flips you guys again. He kisses you when he lines himself up and pushes he is fully in making you gasp. You both begin a rhythm slowly pushing each other to your edge, as you both claw at each other’s bodies.

You continue to moan as he assaults your body with kisses, leaving hickies all over which you never care to hide. He continues to change his pace, then he helps bring your legs around his waist so he gets deeper into you. Your moans kept growing louder and more frequent as he tries to kiss you to keep you from waking up your house guest. Wanting more, you slightly push on his chest, as he leans up, you motion to move your legs to his shoulders which he helps with. As you are almost folded in half, he pushes back in, you scream out in passion as he groans loud also feeling how tight you were. He kept slowly raising his pace as he kept hitting your g-spot, you tried to not scream too loudly. You hands clawed at his back leaving bloody scratches up and down his back as he grabbed the bed to steady himself.

You felt the familiar tingle began to slowly grow in your stomach as you realized he started to get sloppy signaling he was getting close. So you bring his head down and kissed him hard as your moans and groans are muffled. You lean your head back as you look at him, he stares into your eyes as you signal you are close. He understands without being told and goes faster then he was and moved so he kept hitting you in the right spot. You start to bunch the sheets in your hands as you feel slowly began to engulf you. Then like being woken up by a bucket of cold water, your orgasim hits you as you let out the loudest scream. He continues to pump into you riding out your high as he suddenly stops and you feel the warmth of him filling you.

He pulls out and goes into the bathroom to grab a warm cloth as you come down from your high. He returns all cleaned up, as you look at him, slightly giggle as you see his dick swing with his steps. He comes up and starts to clean you up but as your still a little sensitive so you moan a little as you grab his hand. He just smiles and continues cleaning then goes to though the cloth in the laundry basket as he returns to you. He helps you put on your shorts and camisole as you were tired out, he puts on his shorts and lays down next to you. Pulling you close to him as you put your head on his chest and fall asleep as he runs his hand through your hair.

You wake up in the morning happily as you stretch sitting up looking to see Tyler still asleep with his hair sticking up all over the place. Deciding to have a shower, you lean over and kiss Tyler on the cheek before getting out of bed grabbing your robe. You grab your cell from the side table unplugging it from the charger, you walk in your master bathroom. Turning on the shower to the right temperature, you walk back over to the counter while picking out your playlist for this morning. You pick out your Shakira playlist, starting with “Hips Don't Lie” ft. Wyclef Jean as you take off your robe and PJs.

As you hop in, you sing along with the song as you start to shampoo your hair with your Herbal Essences Body Envy Volumizing Shampoo with Citrus Essences. You are so into the song you don’t realize Tyler had woken up and had come into the bathroom until you hear him giggle.

“Tyler! What the hell are you doing?” you ask picking out from the curtain as you see him urinating into the toilet,

“Well, what do you think I’m doing?” he asks smuggly,

“That’s just gross you know, couldn’t have waited until I was done?” you ask closing the curtain again,

“Well then I couldn’t do this” Tyler states as you were gonna ask what, he had hopped in the shower making you squeal in surprise,

“Tyler!” you giggle as he wraps his arms around you giving your neck a kiss,

“Morning baby” Tyler says continually kissing up and down your neck and shoulder making you moan slightly.

You turn around and pull his head down to kiss him as you back up hitting the tile wall then he grabs your ass. Signaling for you to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist as you feel he is already to continue what you did last night. Never surprised as you both had a healthy sex drive and when its as amazing as it is between you two, who could blame you. He lines up and slams into you while still kissing you which muffles the loud moan that would have come out. Using his shoulders, you help him pump into you lifting yourself up and drop onto him which makes him groan.

As he keeps thrusting into you hitting your g-spot over and over, he remarks the same hickies all over your neck and shoulders. You know you aren’t gonna be able to hide the now very dark hickies even with your darkest concealer, though you never hide them anyways. You bump your head on the tile as you orgagasm builds in your stomach, moaning as loud you were last night. You know you are close, so you kiss him harder and look at him, as he understands your look he picks up his pace going faster. Then just as suddenly like last night, your earth shattering orgasim hits you hard and fast making you scream his name and curl your toes.

Tyler helps you ride out your high as he soon joins you too, his face contouring in ecstasy as he slows to a stop. Letting you down on your feet, he keeps a hold on your hips to stead you. Then he starts to rinse your hair shampoo and helps put in the conditioner which makes you smile. Then he happily helps you put on the Rose-Lavender body wash all over taking his time. You watch as he runs his hands all down your backside, then turns you around to come up the front. You bit your bottom lip when he painfully takes his time making sure he covered in between your legs. Then he finally comes up and kisses you again pushing you under the water, rinse the conditioner out of your hair. As you were done, you kissed him back pushing him against the wall as your hands travel down his chest to his stomach, to his abdomen and finally what you were looking for. He groans as you slowly pump him, but then he quickly felt cold and opens his eyes to see you hopping out and drying yourself off with a towel.

“That’s cold baby, real cold” Tyler whines as you finally look at him,

“Well, I was done. Luvs” you smile blowing him a kiss as you walk out into your room with a Maleficent laugh.

You dig through the closet wondering what to wear, finally deciding on a your favourite Wine Red Gucci suit. The blouse open enough to show just enough cleavage to be sexy and not slutty. The jacket is left open as you put on the matching mini skirt that came up to your mid-thigh. Choosing a pair of Red Louboutin pumps that have become your favourite. Deciding to use a simple red lipstick with shiny lip gloss with a smokey cat eye shadow.

You head on down and start making breakfast, deciding on a simple breakfast; scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns and rice. You hear footsteps come down as you just finished cooking, starting to put plates on the cherry wood table.

"Well good morning Cordy, good sleep?" you ask smiling as she starts laughing,

"It was okay....probably not as good as yours" she says the last part under her breathe with a giggle but you still hear her,

"Oh my god! You heard us last night?!" you ask as she doesn’t hide her laugh,

"You’re not exactly quite Aunty" she answers as you shake your head, starting to put hash browns, bacon, rice and scrambled eggs on the table,

"If it makes you feel better, you tried. It must have been around the end when you started to get loud. I heard something before....but after yeah, didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was happening" she giggled,

"Girl shut up and eat your breakfast" you order as you put food on a plate handing her it, she looks at me in fake hurt,

"Well I’m not saying sorry for sleeping with my husband, your the one who came knocking on my door at 3 a.m." I tell her as you smile sitting down taking a drink from your orange juice, she takes it giggling when Tyler comes down, wearing black t-shirt, tight dark jeans and white Nike sneakers,

"Morning girls", he walks over to kiss you then grabs his cup of coffee already waiting for him,

"Morning Uncle Tyler, heard you had fun last night?" Cordy giggles as Tyler looks at her in shock then back to you and then you glare at her,

"You told her?" Tyler asks you,

"Excuse me, she heard US! I wanted to sleep after she got hear, your the one who wanted to continue!" you slightly yell at him as he just laughs,

"Well, I'm sorry honey, your just too irresistible" he says giving you a kiss again,

"Ugh get a room" Cordy says then I send her a glare,

"Oh just eat your breakfast, brat" you demand as Tyler laughs, gives you another kiss then grabs his to go cup, already full, then kisses you again.

You smack his ass as he turns to leave for work as Cordy makes a gagging sound,

"K, well I'll see you later, and Cordy, such a pleasure as always" he waves at you guys as he heads to the front door, he opens it to see Talia standing there,

"Oh Talia, good morning, gotta go, late, he gives Talia a hug then leaves as you enter, closing the door and walking into the kitchen, sitting down with Cordy and you.

I just drink my orange juice as Cordy continues eating trying to not talk,

"Well, are you going to explain why I got a call saying my daughter left after an argument with her best friend at 2 in the morning?" Talia asks her daughter, Cordy just gulps,

"Cordelia, you better answer me!" Talia yells letting her worry slip out,

"Talia, give her a minute, she just woke up" you state as Talia glares at you,

"Don't you tell me how to act with my daughter!" Talia states as Cordy just looks at Talia, then you, and finally after a few minutes says,

"Me and Ali had a fight" Cordy explains as she looks down at her plate,

"About what?" Talia asks as you just take a drink and Cordy didn’t say anything,

"Cordelia Nicole Katherine David you better tell me!" Talia demands as you kick her under the table, Talia glares at you as you shake your head.

You take another drink from your orange juice as Talia breathes loudly, and decides to just wait for Cordy to tell you guys.

So after a few long ass minutes of waiting, Cordy finally says,

"Ali and me had a fight about her boyfriend Tyler, I found out that he had hooked up with this college girl last week at some party he went to from one of our friends who went to that party, so I told Ali and we started to argue, and she said I was jealous of her and how I'm a bitch for trying to ruin her relationship, and called me a hoe cause I just wanted him to myself" Cordy started to cry as she recalled what transpired last night,

"So I left her place and I didn't know where to go, and I just started to run, and I ended up here last night, I'm sorry I didn't just go home!" Cordy explains crying as Talia gets up and walks over to hug her,

"Oh my baby, it's ok, it's gonna be fine" Talia says with her motherly tone as you shake your head in agreement,

"Girl, it's ok if you wanna come hear, my door is always open, just call a head if you can next time" you say while Talia shoots you a glare as Cordy just laughs,

"Woman calm down, she knows I'm joking, besides this fight between you and Ali, it's gonna be ok" you say as Talia sits back down and Cordy laughs some more as she stops crying,

"Thanks I know" Cordy says wiping her face,

"You know you can always come home too" Talia adds,

"Yes Mom, I will next time" Cordy says smiling at her mom,

"There better not be a next time!" Talia says with all her motherly tone,

"T, calm down, you know life has a way of messing up" you say waving your best friend off taking another sip of your coffee,

"What do I do about Ali?" Cordy asks you two,

"Give her some time, she'll see that your right, she'll come around, this isn't the first time a best friend found out her bff's bf had cheated on her" you state like it’s a well known fact,

"Yeah how would you know?" Cordy said snarky,

"Well we survived it" you say as Talia shoots you a glare,

"What?! Who was it?!?" Cordy shot up from being in a slouched position looking between the two of you,

"Well it was me, my then boyfriend Jake, your Momma, my god when she found out" you laugh at the memories,

"What she do?!?" Cordy asks excited looking at Talia as she blushed,

"I overheard this bitch Janice, she was annoying, everyone in our college hated her, I was in the washroom when she came in, bragging that she slept with Jake the night before, saying how she finally gotten one over (Y/N), I came flying out of that stale, I slapped her, called her a slut and went to leave like a lady" Talia explains as Cordy looks shocked and you laugh,

"That's not all you did!" you laugh as Cordy asked,

"What? There's more!" as Talia gave you another glare,

"Janice came up and started to pull my hair, pushing me into the hallway, so I elbowed her in her stomach, until she let go, spun around and started to punch her, gave her some nice black eyes to match her make-up!" Talia said proudly,

"No way!!!!" Cordy jumped up in her seat,

"That's not what I was talking about" you say smiling as Talia sends another glare at you,

"(Y/N) keep your mouth shut" Talia points her finger at you,

"What else did Momma do? Come on please! Tell me! It helps me feel like I can get over this with Ali!" Cordy pouts at you two,

"Your Momma after that ordeal, went after Jake, stormed onto the field in the middle of a football game, went up to Jake, when he took off his helmet to ask her something, she slapped him, then pushed him down and started to pound into him, took 4 guys to get her off him" you explain laughing,

"No way! Momma is that true?" Cordy asks as Talia smiles a little,

"Yeah it's all true, I gave him and that slut hell for messing with my sister" Talia states proudly,

"Why did you not mention it before?" Cordy asks,

"Cause it wasn't my best shining moments" Talia says as you shake your head,

"Talia, that's a load of BS! You stood up for me! That's one of the reasons why I love you, even though you were suspended for a week for it" Talia and you laugh as Cordy looks confused,

"wait, how does that relate to my issue with Ali?" Cordy asks,

"Well shit, she was paying attention" you say shaking your head then Talia and you share a look,

"Well this one is all you sis" you say getting up as Talia tries to grab your arm,

"(Y/N) don't you leave me to explain this! (Y/N)!" Talia yells as you slink out the back door and you give Talia a wink before you close the door.

Cordy just looks at Talia confused as she sighs,

"Ok, I'm gonna tell you a story that doesn't paint me in a bright light" Talia states and Cordy just nods,

"Now, I wasn't thinking in my right mind, ok remember that!" Talia explains as Cordy just nods waiting patiently,

"Well way back, in our freshman year of college, I was dating an old friend of (Y/N) and mine, Jason was (Y/N)’s childhood friend, the closet guy friend she had at the time, we all went to high school together, I started to get close with Jason in the summer before college, now I never intended anything between us, I knew in highschool (Y/N) had a crush on him, I knew she was trying to get over it in our senior year, and she left in the summer to fully get over it, but one thing lead to another, and so we started to date" Talia says recalling those memories,

“Bitch please, you were all hot for Jason!” you yell into the house as Cordy laughs,

“Shut up and let me talk!” Talia yells back,

"....And?" Cordy asks impatiently,

"Well it was after Christmas break, at the New Year's Party, that (Y/N) came to me, she was crying, she finally calmed down, after we found a spot so we could hear each other, she told me that when she was away on Christmas vacation, she had caught Jason cheating on me with some other girl, and that wasn't the worst part, I asked how it could be worse, she said Jason kissed her to try to get her to not tell me, saying how he knew (Y/N) liked him and hoped she would take the offer, (Y/N) said she slapped him, told him to go to hell and punched him” Talia continues,

“Bitch you should’ve thanked me!” you kept adding your comments,

“Get in here and tell the story or shut up!” Talia yells then waits for your reply,

“Ok I’m keeping my mouth shut!” you reply,

“Still sounds like words to me!” Talia yells,

“So?” Talia asks you but you stay quiet,

“Good, now stay that way! Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, I was spiraling from what she told me, and that she was crying like a baby, only told me that she wasn't lying, I was furious, I was angry and hurt and I just boiled over right there, sadly since she was the one standing in front of me, (Y/N) got the full force of my anger, I yelled at her, hit her, throw things at her, I was a complete bitch to her..." Talia says as those horrible moments came flashing back while Cordy cut her off by getting up,

"You did what?! Mom, why?" Corsy asks as Talia tried to say something but Cordy just went to the back door, turned to look back at you,

"How could you to Aunty (Y/N)?!" she says as she slams the door making you look at her,

"Hey! Don't go slamming doors in my house!" you yell as she just comes and sits down on the wooden chair next to you, the red painted chairs you had sitting on the porch,

"But what Mom did to you of all people..." Cordy starts but you cut her off by raising your hand up,

"Don't you dare talk about your Momma like that, she's your Momma, now where did you two leave off in the story?" you ask as she thinks for a minute,

"You just told her about Jason and what he did and tried too with you” Cordy explains as you nod your head,

"Well, yes, your Momma did yell at me, threw things at me, hit me, but in her defense, this bitch Klaire, had gotten in her head saying how I wanted Jason back, and when I told her about what happened, it just boiled over, I left her after she stopped, we didn't talk again until she tracked me down at school on the first Friday back, she told me she confronted Jason, he admitted to everything, I literally said told you so, she slapped my shoulder, that was one of the longest times we went without talking with each other, we talked some more over ice capps, we eventually buried the hatchet, and we became stronger then ever, it's no mistake we have had fights throughout our friendship, some silly, some serious, some that even almost broke us apart, but we spent so much time together, that it would have been a shame to throw it all away, so as long as one of you keep fighting, your friendship is gonna survive this, maybe even become stronger" you tell Cordy who nods and gets up to give you a hug,

"Now why don't you go and apologize to your Momma.....before she kills me for allowing you to stay last night?" you pout as Cordy smiles and laughs,

"Ok Aunty, I'll go safe your but" she says getting up, you get up and shove her a little as you both laugh as you enter the house.

Then we see Ali standing near the front door by Talia looking like she heard someone had died,

"Well well, Alison Roden. Why don't you girls talk while me and T sit outside" you state looking at Talia, you two share a look, then out the back and sit down in the lounge chairs drinking your coffee when Talia threw a pillow at me,

"What was that?" you ask Talia,

"You had sex while my daughter was in the house!" Talia yells at you,

"Wha? How did you know?" you ask in shock as Talia laughs,

"Cause you have your "I had sex smile" on this morning” Talia tells you,

"Oh, well sorry, my man is just too sexy to not sleep with, besides, I thought we were quiet" you explain as Talia looks horrified,

"She heard you!" Talia yells,

"Yeah, we were quiet at first.....then I guess towards the end....she heard us" you say nonchalantly as you two laugh, and sit in silence for a while,

"It's either going well or we are gonna need my shovel" you say making Talia and you laugh as Cordy comes out, we take a look at her then look at each other,

"Damn, I need to get my shovel don't I?" you ask her making her laugh as she says,

"No Aunty, me and Ali are ok now, we are going to the mall now so loves!" she explains turning to leave and slams the door as Talia yells,

"Well love you too honey" you laugh while Talia looks at you confused, shaking your head,

"Isn't it Friday?" you ask as Talia checks her phone,

"Hey Cordy get your ass to school!" Talia tries to get up and run after her,

"Oh T, let them go, it's one day out of their senior years in highschool, it's not like she can't afford it, they are smart girls, straight A's, though where Cordy probably gets it from her dad" you say smugly as Talia throws another pillow at you,

"Besides. It's not like we didn't skip a few days in our senior years" you state as you two laugh back at the memories.

Talia sits back down, and you two just watch the birds sing in my willow trees in the backyard remembering all the memories of your friendship. All the good, the bad, the funny, the serious, the horrible and unforgettable. You two have been through a lot together, through heaven and hell, times of peace and war much like your guys’ favourite BFFs form Gossip Girl, Blair and Serena. But in the end you always had each other’s back in times of need, especially when you lost your Mom, as much as Tyler was there for you, only Talia could’ve gotten to you through your walls of sadness and depression. Only true friendships can overcome anything that life thoroughs their way to

“If you had a friend you knew you’d never see again, what would you say? If you could do one last thing for someone you love, what would it be? Say it, do it, don’t wait. Nothing lasts forever.” ~ One Tree Hill

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ergomaria · 5 years

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If you're still doing this- For Cath and Vann 💌, 💍, 💔, and just for hilarity sake 💞. I wanna know what Dustil really makes of all this both before Vann disappeared and after he did. Atton and Meetra: Not sure if it's going to ruin anything for the current fic so I shall keep this one minimal for now, 💜

💌 Write a love letter from your OC to their partner(s). BONUS: write a reply!

(I decided to write a “missing scene” from Miles to Go from Carth’s perspective.)

The Rakata night was warm and balmy, not that Carth could tell from within the walls of his office where the air scrubbers kept everything almost uncomfortably cool. He was working late, as he’d been doing for the past few months, mostly because there wasn’t anything for him to go home to. His quarters were empty since he no longer shared them with another person.

No, that wasn’t true. His quarters were full of Vann’s things, which made it feel like the ghost of his partner was still lurking around every corner. A pile of unfinished projects sat on their workbench and various sets of black clothing still hung in their closet. Part of him knew that he should box everything up so that he didn’t have to look at it on a daily basis, but the sentimental side of his personality wouldn’t allow it. Vann could come back tomorrow and then what? It would seem like Carth had just forgotten him in a matter of months, tossing their life together into a plastisteel bin.

Scrubbing his hands across his face Carth sighed. His mind was too preoccupied for him to focus on reports, his melancholy overtaking his productivity. Setting aside the datapad he was reviewing, his hand drifted towards the top drawer of his desk, the only one with a lock. It would be masochist of him to open it and dig out the holovid that he kept hidden there, but at the same time the prospect of hearing Vann’s voice again was too alluring to resist. That was why he found himself replaying the message that Canderous had sent for what felt like the hundredth time.

There was fear in Vann’s eyes as he bid everyone goodbye, even as his expression filled with durasteel determination. He was a man who knew his mission and accepted whatever fate came of it. A hero. Leaning forward Carth studied the curve of his partner’s jaw, memorizing the lines of his cheek and the way that the light played off of his dark eyes making them appear almost black. The captain committed each detail to memory, just as he’d done every time before. As he watched he began composing a response that he knew he’d never send. Who would see it? Canderous? That idea was laughable.

“Vann, I think I know why you left. I don’t pretend to understand your reasons, but there are a dozen things about you that I’ll never understand but that I love without question. I love you and wherever you are, I need you to remember that. I don’t know what dark place you’ve found yourself in, but maybe I can be the light that guides you out again. The beacon that leads you home.

“I also know why you asked me to guard the Republic and the Star Forge for you, though I really wish you hadn’t. I’m doing my job, but there are a hundred other naval commanders who could do this work equally well, probably better. My job should be to be with you, flying you out of whatever mynock nest you’ve gotten yourself into and guarding your back while you charge straight into the fray. You’re the hero the Republic needs, even if you only see yourself as a mercenary who got lucky once and saved the day. You don’t realize it, but you’re the most heroic person I’ve ever known.

“Saying that, I understand that I should have told you about Malachor sooner. You deserve to know the truth, and it wasn’t my duty to hide it from you. I thought I was protecting you when really I was just hurting you. Your past isn’t perfect, nobody’s is, but it’s yours and you have a right to know all of the details. I don’t know what else to say about my mistake, other than I’m sorry.

“Is that why you didn’t take me with you? Why you left me on this beach while you go off to fight another war all by yourself? I know that I’m not capable of fighting like a Force user, that I’m not as useful as someone like Bastila or Jolee. But if I can fly you out of danger one last time that would be enough for me. If we can soar into the stars together just once more I could be happy with whatever happens next.

“I never thought I’d be lucky enough to have two loves of my life. Or unlucky enough to lose both of them. Don’t let me mourn for you. Come back and prove to everyone that you’re the toughest damn son of a kath hound in the galaxy, that it will take more than a Sith Emperor to kill you. I know you’re still out there because I can feel it through the crystal you gave me. I look at it every night and hope to the Force that the pulse of life never leaves it. I don’t know what I’ll do if that happens.

“No, I do know. I’ll keep fighting for the Republic because I made a promise to you and I intend to keep it. I know that you don’t think you’ll survive whatever you’re up against, but I believe in you. You’re stronger than you realize. So save the day and come home, because I need you. And I love you. So, hurry up and find your way back.”

💍 Which one of them would propose? How would it happen? (or write if you feel like it!)

Carth is definitely the first one to have the idea, only to immediately discard it. The idea of trying to talk Vann into something as binding as marriage feels impossible, like catching lightning in a bottle. His partner just doesn’t seem like the marrying type and that’s alright. They don’t need a ceremony or an official document to make their relationship meaningful.

Vann is the first one to mention the idea, but it happens at the worst possible moment. The pair are in the middle of a firefight or trying to out-fly a group of GenoHaradan members when Vann says something like, “There’s damage to the starboard engine and the hull armor is at 80%. If you can keep them off our tail for another thirty seconds the hyperdrive will be warmed up and we can make the jump to hyperspace. Also, do you want to get married?”

Naturally, it takes Carth a while to completely process what happened. When he does, he immediately starts planning something formal and romantic where he can get down on one knee and pop the question properly. He even gets Bastila in on it. But before that can happen, Vann barges into his office in the middle of a workday, slams both hands on his desk, and yells, “You never answered my question, asshole!”

The answer, of course, is yes.

💔 Has your OC had a bad breakup or nasty ex? If so does this have any affect on their current relationship?

Technically, Carth is Vann’s first serious relationship and definitely the only relationship that Vann remembers with any real clarity. In the words of Canderous, Vann just isn’t wired to feel or notice attraction in most situations. (It’s implied that he’s somewhere on the Ace spectrum.) Though, this presents its own problems. The more Vann realizes that what’s normal for him isn’t normal for everyone else, the more he suspects that he’s probably missed a few cues throughout his relationship with Carth. This does impact his confidence a bit, while also making him grateful that Carth accepts all of his romantic quirks without question or concern.

(The marriage proposal scenario is a great example of Vann taking a somewhat sideways approach to life and Carth just rolling with the punches.)

💞 What do their respective families think of their relationship?

Dustil’s feelings towards his father’s relationship are complicated. The death of his mom is still a bit of an open wound, and the fact that his reintroduction to his father also involved his father’s new boyfriend only added to the resentment. But then, Vann also saved Dustil’s life, so it’s hard to hold a grudge.

At first Dustil is noticeably standoffish, partially because he’s still a bit starstruck at Vann being Revan. That fades, leaving behind genuine admiration for all of Vann’s impressive Force and combat skills. While Dustil makes it abundantly clear that he’s not about to call Vann “Dad,” it’s also made obvious that Vann isn’t looking to become a parent. Eventually, the pair form a tenuous friendship based around Dustil’s training and the fact that they both love Carth.

And then Vann does something stupid and disappears. This doesn’t help Dustil’s abandonment issues, though in the end he’s angrier that Vann left Carth behind (and miserable). Yet, Dustil understands why Vann left since he can also sense the darkness on the horizon. He lives with the fear that he’ll be the next Force user killed by whatever’s out there, so he can respect the fact that Vann is trying to protect them all. But that doesn’t mean he’s not angry about it.

Meetra is the closest thing Vann has to family, as she was almost like a sister to him during the war. While she’s initially surprised to learn that Revan left behind a partner, she’s also delighted. It’s less delight over her friend being in a relationship and more joy over the fact that there’s someone who understands all of Revan’s nuisances and loves him because of those complexities. Carth seems like the type of steadfast, genuinely good human being who can help Revan sort through all of his darkness and doubts. They’re probably very good for each other. Really, it’s a shame that Revan kriffed things up so spectacularly.

💜 Give a random fact about their daily life together!

Atton and Meetra have a no-judgment rule regarding nightmares because they both have them and it can be pretty awful. They’re both Force-sensitive enough to wake-up when the other is in distress, so one nightmare usually means that they’re both awake at least for a little while. The rule is that they don’t have to talk about their dreams if they don’t want to, but if someone does want to tell a disturbing war story the other only gets to listen. Some of the things they admit to are pretty dark, especially when it comes to Atton’s assassinations. But there’s also something cathartic about curling up together beneath the covers, close and warm in the darkness. It’s safe, which is a feeling that neither one of them has experienced in a long time.

There’s also something comforting about the fact that even after the nightmares and the confessions the other person is always there in the morning. Yes, they’re flawed individuals, but they can still love and be loved in return.

FIND THE MEME HERE!

#KOTOR #vann chis #Carth Onasi #meetra surik #atton rand #mrevan x carth #atton x exile #ask meme #ranoutofrun #Thank You

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thetenthdoctorscompanion · 5 years

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A One Shot Series - Peter Parker/OC

Word Count: 3,446

Warnings: Heights?

MASTERLIST | PREV | Four

Smart lasted about a week.

Peter hadn’t done it one purpose. He was just trying to keep his spidering random. Sometimes that meant going down one street. Sometimes that meant going down another. And yes, sometimes that meant swinging past Delmar’s. And when he did, sometimes he would happen to glance as Yasmin’s window. Sometimes she was there. Most times she wasn’t. However, there was one thing that was becoming something of a constant.

He’d tried to ignore it the first time. He’d paused to take a breath on the opposite building, definitely not checking the windows to see if Yasmin was home or working. And he was about to speed off again when he spared a second glance at her room. Outside the window, in the empty flower bed, was another paper snack bag with a spider drawn on it.

There was no way he was taking it, he told himself. He picked it up just long enough to ensure that there was nothing perishable—just more chips and granola bars—and then put it back in its place. Being Spider-Man was about helping people, doing his part to make the city a safer place for those who couldn’t protect themselves. It was not about getting free snacks and taking things from people who needed them.

At the same time, the bag became something of a moral dilemma for him. It plagued him at night whenever he had trouble falling asleep. Was it worse to take the bag when Yasmin had no need to pay him? Or to ignore it knowing there was a good chance she was checking her window every day for the moment it disappeared?

But her expectations didn’t matter, Peter decided. He couldn’t get close to people as Spider-Man. That was setting himself up for disaster, he knew it. Yet every time he reminded himself of that conclusion, another voice in his head would remind him that leaving the bag on her windowsill was practically putting up a poster that said, “Spider-Man might stop by one of these days.” He should probably take the bag if only to get the spider off of her window.

With the never-ending battle raging in his head, the only thing Peter could do was ignore the problem entirely. That worked for a while, until the world decided to make his decision for him.

He lost his first backpack.

Peter had no idea what had happened. The corner rooftop he’d been using had seemed like such a secure place! He’d never run into anyone up there, never seen another living soul. He wasn’t even sure how building occupants were supposed to access the roof. All he knew was that he’d stashed his backpack away after marching band, and when he’d come back at the end of the night, it had vanished.

Aunt May had not been pleased.

“What on Earth were you doing with it?” she demanded.

“I’m sorry! You know, I was just—I was running to get to band practice, and the strap caught on—on a door, and the seams just—chrt! The—The whole thing just like fell apart.”

“Well, why don’t you just give it to me? I can see if I can sew it back together.”

“I kinda…threw it out…”

“Peter!”

“I panicked! My stuff was everywhere. I was running late. Look, I don’t need to replace anything in my backpack. I just need a new one. Any one.”

Another lie. He hadn’t lost anything too valuable though. His textbooks had been in his locker, so the only thing he really had to worry about was redoing the work that he’d lost and borrowing some of Ned’s notes. If he skipped out on his spideroute for a few days, he should be able to make it up. He’d need new pens and a protractor—thank God he hadn’t lost the graphing calculator—but he’d also lost all the lunch money he’d had for the week. No way was he asking May for more.

So very early before school, he swung by the bodega and snatched the bag from her window. He left a web on the grate as an afterthought, just so she could be sure it hadn’t been an overachieving pigeon. And the next time he’d gone by, there was already a brand new bag in its place.

After one dumb decision, the rest followed like dominoes. I mean, really, he didn’t have enough lunch money for the week, so it wouldn’t be too bad if he took another bag to school. He just had to take it out of the spider bag first. And he stopped another robbery at a jewelry store, which was a pretty big deal, so he kind of deserved a bag of chips. And tomorrow they were serving spaghetti on the lunch line, and everyone knew that eating the school tomato sauce was always a gamble, so it was safer if he just stuck with his snack bag.

But the guilt was starting to eat at him again. So as soon as it was dark enough, Peter made his way over to the bodega and scaled down from the roof. The light was on behind Yasmin’s curtains. If he listened closely, he could hear her humming as she sat on her bed. He cleared his throat and knocked on the glass.

The humming stopped immediately. He was actually impressed by how quickly she managed to part the curtains and get the window open. Then he was staring upside down at her blinding smile.

“Hi,” she stage-whispered. “What are you doing here?”

“Uh, midnight snack?” He lifted up the bag she’d left out for him, and revealed the second paper bag he’d brought along. “Wanna split it?”

“O-Okay. But um…I mean, what happened to staying undercover?”

“Well, I was kind of thinking we could eat up here?”

“Up…?” She blinked at him for a few seconds before her eyes shot to the ceiling. “On—On the roof?”

“Uh, yeah. This way we don’t have to worry about anyone seeing, and you don’t make yourself a target.”

“Why would I be a target?”

“Cause you’re hanging out with me. If the bad guys know that I’m talking to you they could use you to get to me or something.”

“Bad guys?” she echoed, almost smirking. “Spider-Man, unless there’s something you’re not telling anyone, the most you’ve done is stopped a couple street robberies. You’re not fighting the mafia.”

“Yet,” he countered, jabbing a finger at her. “I just want to be safe. O-Only if you’re comfortable with that, of course. We don’t have to.”

“No, it’s fine, I just uh…I don’t actually know how to get onto the roof.”

Behind his goggles, Peter grinned.

“Give me two seconds. Grab a sweatshirt, okay?”

He scaled back up the wall, depositing the two lunch bags on the other side of the ledge. Inspecting the cement, he shot a stream of web onto the ground and yanked on it to test the weight. It shouldn’t be too hard. He only had to make it a couple of feet anyway.

“Spider-Man?”

Yasmin was peeking up at him out of her window. Peter dropped the makeshift rope down to her, where it brushed against the sill. He got far too much enjoyment from the panicked look on her face.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

“Don’t worry,” he laughed. “This is just a precaution. You trust me?”

“Well…yeah. But I’m starting to think I shouldn’t.”

Peter knew it wasn’t polite to laugh. He kept a grip on the edge of the building and threw the rest of his body down to her, offering his other hand. Nervous as she looked, she slipped out of her window and reached up to grab it.

It was both easier and harder than he’d expected. Yasmin was just as tall as he was, which meant a considerable amount of weight. He’d never deadlifted anything as heavy as a whole person before, but with his new spider-strength, it wasn’t as much work as he’d thought. On the other hand, the weight of two entire people was more stress on his stickiness than he’d been prepared for. He slipped down about an inch before he recovered. Yasmin gasped, her feet frantically looking for her window box again, but Peter held her tight.

“Woah, it’s okay. Don’t worry. I got you.”

He hauled her up, switching her from his arm to his back. She gripped at his shoulders for her life, face buried in the folds of his hoodie. Peter blushed, but scaled the rest of the wall without a problem.

“Okay, you’re good. See? Easy peasy.”

Yasmin was slow to retract her arms, though both their feet were on the ground again. She wobbled, and Peter grabbed her arm again. Just to be safe, he eased her down into a sitting position.

“Sorry. Uh—not easy peasy? I didn’t mean um…are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I just…”

“Is it the height? I am so sorry. If—If you try and think about it, we’re not that much higher than your room! And I promise I’m not gonna let you fall. We can sit in the middle of the roof if you want, and that way…”

“I’m fine,” she repeated. Her voice was still shaky, but her lips pulled into an uneasy smile. “Believe it or not, it’s the dangling over the street by a stranger’s neck. Not the height.”

“Uh…right…”

“I guess we should still move to the middle of the roof though. Just so no one sees us.”

She took one more look out at the street before moving, and Peter let her lead the way. He plopped down next to her, back to the rumbling generator, and held up the two paper bags. He’d drawn a lopsided smiley face on hers to match.

“Swap ya? I didn’t know what you liked, so I just guessed. I hope you’re not allergic to peanut butter.”

Peter watched, holding his breath as Yasmin unpacked her lunch bag—PB&J, pretzels, fruit cup, pudding cup, and two little juice boxes. She hid her face in hands, and resurfaced with a grin.

“I feel like I’m in the second grade!”

“Is that bad?”

“Definitely not,” she assured him. “You want half of this? I feel bad you don’t have a sandwich.”

He accepted half of the PB&J, though it took him a few more seconds to process. Yasmin was already taking her first few bites, and Peter frowned at his sandwich through his mask. “I…really did not think this through…”

“Wha—? Oh.” Yasmin wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, shifting nervously. “Um…I could turn around if you want? We could sit back to back. That way I can’t see you.”

Peter was hesitant. Coming here had been a bad idea in the first place, and now he was going to risk letting her find out who he was? Who he really was? He wasn’t insane.

But Yasmin couldn’t see his nerves through the mask. She was already turning around, her legs folded neatly under her with no sign of looking back. Peter scooted back against her, pulling up the mask just enough to free his mouth.

“No peeking, okay?” he said urgently. “Seriously. No matter how curious you are.”

“I promise.”

And for whatever reason, Peter believed her. Maybe he was insane after all.

They ate in comfortable silence, the distant traffic and radios of passing cars creating a gentle hum in the night. Yasmin still jolted at sudden noises, but not as much as she had been a week or two prior. None of it fazed Peter. He could barely taste the peanut butter he was eating. He was too hyper-aware of Yasmin’s lower back pressed against his own. She was shivering, and he felt bad for dragging her out into the winter air so late at night, but neither of them made any motion to move.

“Hey,” said Yasmin, breaking the silence with a rustle of her bag, “why is there a used scratch off in here?”

“Oh yeah, that’s one of the ones you gave me. I won like twenty bucks, so I figured I’d give it back.”

“Why? That’s why I gave it to you.”

“Well, I can’t cash it in as Spider-Man, and if I showed up with that without the mask then you’d know who I was.”

“Okay. Why don’t you just cash it in someplace else?”

Peter took a few gulps from his water to buy himself time. He was going to circle back around to the ‘I-don’t-want-your-money’ defense, but Yasmin spoke first.

“Unless, um…can you even cash this?”

“What? What is that supposed to mean?”

“Sorry, just…don’t take this the wrong way, you just seem kind of…small…”

“Hey! I—I am not small!”

“You know what I mean,” she said with a small laugh. “Your size, your voice, the way you talk. You come off as younger as the average superhero. I can’t exactly imagine Iron Man going around passing out sandwiches to random teenagers, you know?”

“No, I don’t know that,” he said defensively. Yasmin shoved him slightly with her back, and he rolled his eyes. “Fine, maybe not Tony Stark, but uh…what about Captain America? He would definitely be the kind of hero to hand out homemade sandwiches.”

“No, Captain America would not pass out PB&Js. He would work in a soup kitchen, or come to your assembly to serve you a hot lunch.”

“Well, it’s the one thing that can always give you an edge.”

Peter snickered at his reference, and Yasmin did too. But when she spoke, her voice was willed with vindication.

“I knew it.”

“You—uh—huh?”

“You’re young,” she clarified. “They didn’t start showing those videos in school until 2013, after the Battle of New York. So at most you’re, what? Twenty-two?”

“What? No, I’m uh—shit, that’s…”

Peter open and closed his mouth a couple of times, quickly doing to the math in his head. He’d been an idiot. He’d just walked right into that one, not fifteen minutes after he’d told himself staying was going to be a bad idea. His stomach clenched.

“You’re really smart,” he sighed, hopelessly.

“Not really. I guess I’ve just um…put a lot of thought into it.”

He ignored the ill-timed pang of excitement that sent through his chest.

“Listen, Yasmin, you—you can’t tell anybody that, okay?”

“What, that you’re young?”

“Any of this. Anything you know about me makes it easier to narrow down who I am, and—I just really don’t want anyone to know that.”

“Okay. I—I’m sorry.”

Her voice was quiet. Despite the seriousness of the whole thing, he kind of felt guilty. He wanted to spend time with her—impossibly—but it was hard to do that without giving himself away. And yeah, he didn’t want to tell anyone that he was Spider-Man just yet. He didn’t have the luxury that came with honesty like Tony Stark did. If he told people, they’d treat him different. He might have to move, or get sent to scientists so they could do weird tests on him and stuff.

But another part of him was keeping silent for a different reason. What would a girl like Yasmin say when she found out the guy who saved her hadn’t been some cool Tony Stark in disguise? He was just a nerd who build computers and couldn’t speak to her without a mask. Not exactly heroic.

“Just…nothing else about me, okay?” he said, his voice softening.

“Sure,” she agreed. “But um…what about this you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, what about Spider-Man? Can I ask about him?”

Peter frowned, picking at his bag of chips. “What do you wanna know?”

“I don’t know. Where did he come from? Have you always been able to like…climb walls and stuff?”

“No, um…actually this is all pretty recent. A couple months now.”

“And you just woke up like that?”

“I got bit a spider. Hence…everything.”

“Oh my God, seriously?” she gasped. “You got a bug bite and just…woke up with superpowers? What if I get bit by a mosquito and become like a supervillain?”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” Peter laughed. “It wasn’t just a random spider. It was like a super-spider. They were doing some kind of radioactive testing and…this is what happened.”

“So what can you do? I know you can stick to walls. It looks like you’ve got some kind of super strength or super agility or something. Unless you’ve always done gymnastics.”

“Ha, uh, definitely not. Most of it is just like…heightened senses? It’s like everything’s more intuitive now. I can tell if something’s wrong or if someone’s in some kind of danger, but it also means my reflex time is like a fraction of what it used to be. I can jump, I can catch, I can dodge. Like my body just knows what to do without me telling it to. So now I can do sick backflips and stuff.”

“And that stuff you shoot, does that like come out of you or…?”

“Ew, no. Gross.”

“Well what do you expect? Spiders make the silk for their webs, right? That’s not a weird question.”

“No, I get it, but—no. I make this on my own. Like chemically. I mean I designed it.”

It was silent for a few seconds. Behind him, Yasmin was very still.

“You…chemically designed your own super-webs?”

“Yeah. And the web shooters. I wear them on my wrists with like a cartridge for the web? And when I press the triggers there’s a contained reaction inside the chamber—that’s what propels the web. It took me a couple weeks, but I’m really starting to get a lot more comfortable with them now. And depending how I press the trigger and I can get different kinds of streams! So like if I do it one way I can make this rope-kind of effect, and if I do it a different way I get the wide-spread kind of net, like when I tried to fix your door. I really want to work more on the web-life, so I can control how long they take to dissolve. Eventually I wanna build a control onto the shooters, but for now I’m just sort of guestimating, so…”

Peter flushed, silently banging the heels of his hands against his head.

“Sorry. I’m rambling.”

“No, it’s fine! I mean, I barely understand half of what you’re saying but…you did all of this by yourself?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess. Why?”

“Cause that’s…crazy impressive.” She giggled, the sound filling Peter with a comfortable warmth. “You’re must be some kind of baby genius. I mean, I figured you’d been set up with fancy gadgets by some investor like Tony Stark or something. One of your superhero friends.”

“I don’t have superhero friends,” he said quickly. “I’m—I’m not even really a superhero.”

“Well you save people, and you have superpowers. Aren’t those the only two requirements?”

“I guess, but…you know, it’s like you said. I’m fighting robbers, saving cats. It’s not like I’m taking on the mafia, or terrorists. I can do these things, but I don’t feel like I’m a hero.”

They sank into silence again. Peter gnawed on his bottom lip, even as she comfortingly leaned against him. He wanted to be a hero. He wanted to be like Iron Man and Captain America and the rest of the Avengers. And maybe he could someday. He just needed the opportunity to prove himself. He almost hated himself for hoping for it. For heroes, there needed to be danger, tragedy. He’d never want to openly hope for something like that to happen. But he knew that there were terrible things going on in the world, and sometimes he couldn’t help but feel frustrated that with everything he could do, the only thing he was stopping was petty theft. He wanted to do more.

“Nope,” said Yasmin suddenly, shaking her head. “No way.”

“No?” Peter asked. “No what?”

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that this time around. I’m not doing it.”

“Doing what?”

“The whole doe-eyed fangirl thing. You want me to say ‘well you saved my life, so you’re a hero to me,’ and I’m not gonna do it.”

Peter laughed, really laughed. He had to cover his face for fear of being too loud, and rocked back into Yasmin as his body shook. She reached back and swatted him on the arm, still giggling herself.

“Hey,” he managed through his chuckles. “You said it, not me.”

“Alright. Shut it, Spider-Man.”

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