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sanchoyo · 3 years

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danny phantom episode 4-7 Thoughts: (under a readmore because, these got kinda long!)

-the outfit danny had to buy for dash's party. CLASSIC 2000S i cannot stop laughing. And also showing up to the party and everyone is dressed like the trio is hilarious. and further proof that everyone looks good dressed goth.

-dash has a closet full of cute lil bear plushies?? LOVE that. adorable. also his response to danny trashing his room fighting a ghost was SO valid if somone BROKE MY BED IN HALF ID BE PISSED TOO.

-technus being like 'oh smart, u should be a tutor!' then later being like 'forget tutor, be a teacher!' :) supportive king <3 I also really like his upgraded suit/design. AND SPOCK CAMEO??? HELLO??

-the music in this show is super. its so funky. I looked it up and the guy who does it, guy moon (awesome name) also did music for other cartoons like fairly odd parents, barnyard, chalkzone, billy & mandy, AND some actual movies like FIGHT CLUB??? the whiplash I got from reading that)

-sam being rich explains a lot about her, actually.

-I know the moral of the episode was supposed to be 'dont ditch your friends for popular people/spend a lot of money on clothes that arent You to Fit In'. but tbh. it wouldve been easy for danny to have been like 'well, okay, ill come but only if my friends can!' but I get. that hes 14. so. not a lot to say there.

-BOX GHOST IS BACK!!!!! also, danny sitting up and wearing the dress/wig/makeup. umm thats how I dress everyday LMFAO. unironically me. (hate the jokes that boil down to 'haha funney man in dress' tho. but this is a look)

-jazz being protective of her brother once again being like NOOO YOU GUYS BETTER NOT STAKE OUT HIS (actually haunted) LOCKER!! shes aware of how people perceive him and she wants to help :( which is also probably why she told dash to invite him to that party even tho she had no interest in going!! she wants to help him out :(

-gotta say im with tucker on the whole 'should danny use his powers to get back at bullies' debate. 100% yes. let him teach kids to fight back. making dash throw his food at paulina out of the blue? no. but when hes actually about to pick on someone? yeah! for self defense? YEAH! if dash and his friends just threw food at him, I think rather than. idk doing sneaky shit with frogs he couldve just threw it back and not pulled punches if they tried to fight. I kNOOWWW its a kids show so they are like 'if u fight back ur just as bad!! violence bad!!' but. theyre HIS POWERS. WHO CARES.

-like my only gripe is that dash really isnt LEARNING ANYTHING WHEN DANNY GETS BACK AT HIM IN THE MOST PETTY INDIRECT WAYS. whatever they had to add a bully psa episode I guess. I hate it and I hate the way cartoons usually handle it because these methods simply Do Not Work. 'aND YouRE USinG YOur poWErs FOR EVill???!' this is Not Evil. even when poindexter takes dannys body, theyre only being 'nice' bc hes stealing soda for them!! bitches deserve what they get (nothing too brutal bc theyre high schoolers but damn, if they pick on danny he doesnt need to be the 'bigger person' he needs to start biting people)

-SAM TRYING TO SMUGGLE FROGS OUT OF THE BIO LAB?? girl in middle school when we had to dissect frogs we could opt out, also, they came to us already dead and preserved...

-sidney's lingo and the fact hes in black and white is sending me. also, danny is a ghost celebrity apparently for being a halfa?? ok. thats interesting to know

-the DENTIST BEING EXCITED ABOUT THE COTTON CANDY FLOOD IS THE FUNNIEST THING SO FAR.

-I LOOOVE the trope of 'wishes gone wrong'. not crazy about the stereotypical genie, or the use of the dreamcatcher looking design. (also, I KNOW theyre scientists but the way theyre handling a cold...are the fentons ANTIVAX)

-the genie. she. whitewished paulina. JKASDFHKJ. (the ghost literally just being hello kitty???? im dying) 'why do i feel that im special and wonderful? because I AM! <3' paulina ilu self worth queen. felt bad for her also getting possessed by (2) boys later who were arguing INSIDE HER. WTF.

-imagine being the guy trapped in his now flying car. he thought danny and tucker were HALUCINATIONS. imagine being trapped in a flying car with two, what you think are imaginary arguing 14 year olds convinced ur gonna die. i WOULD say this dude is gonna need so much therapy, but he seemed totally fine and excited when they landed (I would be happy too if a chicken was on my head. chickens rule) stoner rights

-sam's bat slippers??? iconic. SO cute.

-I think desiree's backstory is so :( do all ghosts have messed up sad backstories?? poindexter's was sad too...cannot imagine box ghost has any kind of fucked up backstory. but what if. his mom got pushed off cliffs by boxes...........a la cruella... anyway her 'no man may lay a hand on me' iconic. ilu

-I know danny has no concept of how much bras cost but my god dont attack tucker with some girls bra. those are so expensive.

-its really. well its not a GOOD THING he went into the portal and got fucked up, but its good danny was the one to do it rather than sam or tucker. because even tho he was being influenced by desiree and kept getting more malicious and it prob wasnt 100% him...he sucked as a ghost like most the people he 'pranked' were innocent ppl just Chillin and he didnt want to help anyone at all. I think danny is the most responsible out of them but also, hes 14 and shouldnt HAVE to feel obligated to fight every ghost. hes a good kid and wants to, but I also feel like he feels like...responsible for the portal turning on?? because his parents did give it up,, but it was an accident and not his fault (if anything, why was the on switch on the inside. why was it that easy. why was there no safety measures. that seems like smth OSHA needs to hear about). like thats my son. hes a good boy. and hes never done anything wrong in his life, ever. if anyone hurts him im killing everyone in this room and then myself. etc.

-danny's curfew is 10PM????? DUDE. when I was 14...shit I couldn't be out that late, I had to be back at like, 8 at the latest, and my parents had to know exactly where and who I was going with, AND i had to call/text them regularly...is this a case of my parents being overbearing, or the fentons sucking??? the only time i could EVER be out that late was if I was at an overnight sleepover or smth...

-the vultures have lil fezes. why do they have fezes...theyre so fuckin funny 'ask him for directions' 'I KNOW WHERE IM GOING' these ghost vultures are my new grandpas. pick them up, put them in the adopt box.

-'I wonder why those guys were trying to waste dad!' THEYRE GHOSTS. YOUR DAD HUNTS GHOSTS. why is that not a conclusion you'd immediately jump to??

-*jazz voice, clearly disgusted* WISCONSIN???

-mrs fenton with the lab coat and leg warmers and PERM. YESSS STYLISH.

-was going to say 'ew billionaire' @vlad but. super valid he used his powers to assumedly steal and cheat to get that money, thats how all billionaires do it! but ew hes a SIMP. and spending your billions on FOOTBALL STUFF?? you are Not Valid overall. I DO respect the fact you have a castle instead of a mansion. in wisconsin. if youre going to be stupidly rich might as well go all out, torches on the wall and all. I DO like his ghost form's little kitty ears. catman. and his cape! every design can benefit from a cape. and how different his forms look, like danny looks the EXACT SAME IN BOTH FORMS ASIDE FROM COLOR CHANGES. vlad's is like,, I could believe they were different people!! also I love the drama. but dude you are fighting a 14 year old. lame. also he was like, telling danny he wanted his mom and him and like, wanted him to renounce his dad?? WHAT ABOUT JAZZ?? bitch. those r MY kids and they are both important and special. I do agree they need better parents but thats not u sir <3

-I thought vlad's 'little badger' nickname for danny came from the football mascot of the packers, but google says they have NO MASCOT?? so now I'm like?? is it because his hair is sometimes black and sometimes white?? I hate to give him props but thats a PERFECT NICKNAME. theyre also tiny and vicious!

-why did I get so excited that Skulker is back!! its been like. 2-3 eps LMAO. AND THE DAIRY KING. ICONIC I LOVE HIM. hes the nicest guy ever :) more nice ghosts please. danny cannot be fighting alone everytime with no ghost buds like every ghost being hostile sucks :(

-mr. fenton knew vlad was controlling him, but a few episodes ago he had no clue danny was doing the same thing...is it something about how malicious the ghost is?? he just seemed to think his memory had gaps the first time, this time he was INSTANTLY LIKE 'GHOST'. then again in this ep when danny did it again he was just slightly confused but not immediately freaking out like he did with vlad possessing him!!

-'my parents will accept ME NO MATTER WHAT' so. so why haven't you come out to them yet, danny?? if you really think that?? if theres no harm, and you're sure??? if vlad is a real problem, wouldnt that make dealing with him easier, to expose him???? SO WHY HAVENT YOU COME OUT YET?? COULD IT BE,, MAYBE YOU HAVE DOUBTS ABOUT WHETHER YOUR PARENTS ACTUALLY WILL ACCEPT YOU??? 🤔 ... 🏳‍🌈 I get why people say He Is Trans. I totally totally get u danny.

-sorta unrelated, but it just occurred to me in one of these eps they go to casper HIGH not casper middle school??? theyre 14?? dont highschools usually do ages 15-18? (I didnt go to hs so I might be wrong, if I am ignore this...) freshmen are usually 14-15, could just be a case of them not turning 15 yet but they will sometime in the school year (I say they because tucker said he was 14 too)? I know the show has 3 seasons, so by the end of it will they be older? thatd be neat but usually cartoon characters stay the same age...I love shows where you can see the characters age and grow up, though...three seasons seems like a long time to spend on like, 1 year...

#sanchoyorambles #danny phantom #me on the first post:#its not a liveblog!#me this time: it kinda is. but not in the same format as my tmm one #i like doing one post for a handful of eps bc it saves time #and crowds my blog less #and also i just like talking abt what im watching lol #dp thoughts

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thesith · 4 years

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THE DEATH OF ME - DARTH VADER

Chapter 3:

Each mechanic was given three pairs of shoes.

Two for working, one for other purposes like after work when getting food to eat.

You only wore two of your three pairs. The third pair of books gave your feet blisters, which is why you opted for leaving your lightsaber in there.

Lord Vader wouldn’t look in there, right?

You’d previously hidden your lightsaber in a drawer, but there’s no point in that anymore. Who knew what inspections Darth Vader would hold.

You shoved your metal alloy and carbon hilt through the top of your shoe, hiding it by putting a pair of socks on top of it.

If Vader discovered you were a Jedi, you’d be a dead woman.

You barely slept through the night. You were worried Vader could sense your dreams.

Nightmares, more like.

A few times during the night you felt prodding around your head.

‘Damn,’ You thought, ‘Anakin’s a persistent one.’

Your mental shields never halted for a second.

‘Why?’ Ran through your head. For hours on end, you tried to compile a valid reason Anakin would’ve turned to the dark side. Was it stress? Was he sick of the war and was willing to do anything to end it? Or did somebody push him to the point where he was going to destroy himself and everything he loved?

You never met the man, but you’d seen holo-reports of what he’d done in the war for the Republic. He was the poster boy.

Now that you thought of it, maybe it had to do with the Chancellor who deemed himself Emperor. Anakin was seen with him quite a bit, wasn’t he?

Once your alarm went off, you stared at it. You were so caught in your thoughts that you didn’t realize it was already oh-four hundred hours. You slammed your hand on the button for the chimes to cease.

Now that you were moved into Vader’s block, you had your own refresher and didn’t need to trek to your female stormtrooper friends’ quarters to use theirs.

You grasped your new uniform which instead of being a navy-blue shade was black and red. Now you were going to stand out even more than usual. Lovely. You sat the uniform on your bed and walked to the refresher.

You stripped your nightclothes from your body and entered your personal refresher.

You bathed yourself, mind wandering to Jedi.

Obi-Wan.

Poor Obi-Wan. Your parents had told you many stories of their adventures with the young Padawan and his Master, Qui-Gon.

It was awful that he was killed by his own Padawan.

At least they were both at peace in the Force.

You then started thinking about the entire order. Could Anakin have been powerful enough to destroy Master Yoda?

In your youth you had the pleasure of meeting the Grand Master. He taught you quite a bit about the Force.

You wished the best for him. Though you’d only met him once, you could tell he was very passionate about teaching the youth.

Even now you still kept some of his advice in mind.

“Try not. Do or do not. There is no try.”

“How can you do something without trying?” Eight-year-old you asked. His words confused you.

He then proceeded to whack you with his gimer stick in the shin, knocking you off balance.

You laughed at the memory. At the time you thought it wasn’t funny, but now you thought that entire interaction was hilarious.

You raked your hands through your hair, washing out everything that could’ve possibly gotten in it yesterday.

You were one of the few people in the Empire that took showers that were as cold as ice. The stormtroopers were grateful for that, as they liked theirs steaming.

You continued your frigid shower until you were sure every single speck of dirt was off of you. You were always thorough.

You wrapped a towel around your torso and a smaller one around your hair.

You’d gotten out of bed three hours before you were required to attend your new job, which gave you extra time to yourself.

You sat on your bed and started using the Force to levitate random objects. You hadn’t used the Force to move things in so long, you started to wonder if you forgot how to.

You started with the brush sat on your dresser. You brought it to your hand and placed it on your bed. You unraveled the towel in your head and brought the brush up to your Y/H/C locks.

The brush struggled to go all the way through your hair, but with some vigorous strokes your hair complied, leaving your hair absent of any knots.

When you finished brushing every part of your hair twice, you stood and released the towel from your body. You slid on your underwear and trousers.

Luckily this uniform was much more comfortable than your last.

You put on your bra, then your white tank top that goes under your jacket.

There was a knock at your door.

“One second!” You threw on your black jacket with red stripes down the sides. The front of it has a red Empire logo.

“The Republic logo looked much better.” You muttered to yourself, walking to the door. You were met with the same hooded figure as last night.

Even though these were your quarters, you kneeled. It was only proper as he was your superior.

“Lord Vader.” Now that you knew his true identity, the words dripped like poison off your tongue.

“You may rise, Miss Y/L/N.” He used your last name. Surely he detected the distaste towards his name in your voice, yet he ignored it. “I wanted to confirm you were awake and ready.”

You rose from your knee and kept your eyes everywhere but him. He was a betrayer. You opted for not speaking. You thought anything that left your mouth would be disrespectful. You just nodded your head.

“It would be wise of you to use your words.” His voice was barely recognizable. It’s no wonder why people didn’t know he was Anakin Skywalker. From the reports he gave to the news after a battle or mission, this voice was almost completely different.

You cleared your throat. The prodding came towards your head again. He was trying it. Again.

You rolled your eyes. This time, you forcefully pushed him out.

“Yes, my Lord.” You sarcastically spoke those words. It was almost as if you were trying to get yourself killed.

“Tell me, Y/N, where did you learn such strong mental shields? Is there something you’re trying to hide from your superior?” He emphasized his title.

“We were taught in our training in case we were captured by Rebels for information, My Lord.” You slickly lied. You disguised the lie as the truth through the Force.

“Very well. I expect to see you in the hangar soon.” With that, he walked out of your room. He believed it.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. That was close.

You finished getting ready and pull your hair into a bun on the top of your head. You walk from your quarters to the private hangar next door. You enter the hangar to be met by Anakin.

“Miss Y/L/N, I would like some adjustments to be made to my fighter. I’d specifically like a new hyperdrive as well as adjustments to my navicomputer for a widened range. And also, a new targeting computer.”

A new hyperdrive? The one he has currently isn’t even a full rotation old!

“Yes, Lord Vader.” The name dripped like venom.

“Good. I will return to see your progress later.” He spoke before exiting.

You had no clue where to start.

The hyperdrive and targeting computer would need to come from an outside source, so you decided to start with adjusting the navicomputer.

You had to take the panel off of the technology inside of the fighter, so you climbed up and jumped into the TIE Advanced x1. You used your screwdriver to remove the outward panel from the top of the wires.

Some of the wires were on the verge of tearing, so you also needed to fix those too.

‘Wait... Jedi don’t need targeting computers. They- we use the Force.’ You thought. Maybe his usage of the Force sucked more than you thought.

Also, you thought Anakin was a good mechanic. Maybe better than yourself. So, why doesn’t he do this himself? Is it because he’s superior and doesn’t want to do his own handiwork?

So many thoughts ran through your head as you adjusted his navicomputer for a wider range. You rearranged the wires as well as added some new ones to account for the new space that was being added.

You also put new protectors atop the wires that were close to becoming exposed.

Before you knew it, Vader was back. You felt him through the Force.

You decided to ignore his presence. You continued rewiring and cutting unneeded wires.

You bent into a squat to adjust the remaining wires. You felt a jolt on the TIE. Soon, there was a sound of boots hitting the floor of the fighter.

Vader bent down to look at your work. “That wire’s wrong.”

You rolled your eyes. “No, it’s not. You see this?” You pointed to part of your work. “I added that for the extra range. This wire supports it for the screen, which I have yet to adjust.”

He was appalled by your disrespect, yet he respected how you didn’t fear him. It was a nice change.

“Miss Y/L/N, are you sure you didn’t cross any wires?” His low voice spoke, radiating through the TIE.

“Once I place the new screen on the panel, we’ll know for sure, but no, I did not. I’m positive.”

You moved from your position and placed your hands through the top hole on the roof of the tie. You couldn’t use your normal tactics, as they required calling upon the Force.

You used your upper body strength plus your quads to lift yourself out of the Tie and jumped down to the ground. You walked to the metal table that held the new screen.

Once you acquired the technology, you reclaimed your old position in the fighter. You placed the panel back where it belongs, used cutters to make a larger place for the screen, and shoved it into the panel.

You tried to remove old bolts from the panel but they wouldn’t budge. You kept pulling and tugging, but they were relentless. Eventually, one came out. You weren’t expecting the sudden change, so you stumbled.

Vader placed two hands atop your hips to keep you from hitting your head on something.

“Thank you.” You spoke once you were stabilized. He lifted his hands from your hips and turned on the navicomputer.

Luckily for you, the technology booted right up, showing an enhanced screen that was much larger than his last.

“I have to retrieve a new hyperdrive and targeting computer. May I leave the ship to get them?”

“What ship are you planning on taking, mechanic?” He emphasized your title. He thought just because you’re a mechanic means you can’t pilot as well.

“Lord Vader, I am an excellent pilot. I can take whatever ship’s available for use.” You told him.

“If you’re an excellent pilot, why are you a mechanic?” He questioned.

“I enjoy fixing things. I think it was a pastime I had when I was younger. I fixed droids, especially Artoo units.” You replied.

He looked taken aback at the mention of Artoos. “Very well. We may take a small shuttle. Where are we going?”

“We?”

“Yes, Miss Y/L/N. We. Where are we going?”

“Um, I was planning on Naboo. Thats where the best vendors are located.” You said.

“All right. We leave tomorrow.” He spoke before he left to return to his personal quarters.

Maybe this would be okay. Maybe you’d finally be able to come to terms with the fact it was Anakin under that hood.

“Oh, Y/N?” He asked, turning back.

“Yes, Lord Vader?” You respectfully said.

“I will have someone bring a cloak to your quarters tonight. I would prefer us not to be recognized by locals and people of authority.”

That’s right. Senator Amidala was there. You’d recalled seeing photos of the two together.

“Yes, sir.”

With that, Anakin left the hangar. You were stood there staring at where he previously was.

You were going with Darth Vader to another planet where his former best friend resides.

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#darth vader x reader #darth vader #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars fic #star wars #galatic empire

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marvelousmarvelimagines · 4 years

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Angry Kisses

Pairing - Peter Parker x Reader

Summary - Based on a request and the prompt angry kisses. Peter Parker has been your best friend in the Avengers for years now. After risking his life to save yours though, you can’t help but be pissed at him.

Word Count - 2,090

Warnings - Language and steaminess? They don’t actually do anything, but there’s a bit of thigh riding and clothing removal. Also this takes places when they’re both in college so around 19/20.

People had told you that instead of a resting bitch face, you had a resting murder face. It was one of the reasons you thought you and Bucky Barnes got along so well. Never before had it been an attribute that you were proud of, but right now, you were directing every bit of that resting murder face straight at the boy sitting across from you.

Peter Parker was not an easy guy to piss off, but from the look on his face, he was as mad at you as you were at him.

“All right you two, it’s time to work this out.” Bucky said, glancing from you to Parker, with an annoyed look on his face.

“I’m not speaking to him.” You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest and avoiding his gaze.

“Fine, you don’t have to speak, but you have to fight.” Natasha said. “You’re both acting like children, and you need to get this anger out somehow or we’re not letting either of you back in the field.”

That sure caught the attention of both of you. “What?! You can’t do that I -” Peter backtracked at the look on Natasha’s face. “Ma’am,” he added, looking down at the ground.

You snorted, still finding it hilarious at how intimidated he was by her.

“And no powers.” Natasha added, fiddling with the tablet in her hands as the lighting in the room changed.

It was something that Bruce and Tony had been working on for some time, a way for everyone to be on equal ground when sparring. They had only got it right about a month ago, and you hadn’t had the opportunity to try it out yet.

You already didn’t like it. “Nat, that’s not fair! We never have to fight without our powers!”

“You’ve been training with Barnes for months now. You’ll be fine.” Natasha said, brushing off your worries.

“You know what you’re doing.” Bucky assured you. “Now, we’ll leave you two to it.” He said, giving you a little smirk before he and Natasha left the gym, leaving you and Parker alone.

The two of you sat there and stared at each other, tension and irritation on both of your faces. With how stubborn you knew you both were, the amount of hours Peter and you could sit there staring at each other were infinite. The thing was, you didn’t want to do that. Not being able to feel your powers made you uncomfortable, and you wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, so if that meant fighting him, you would.

You stood up and Peter did the same. Keeping your eyes locked on him, you reached for the tape to protect your hands. You weren’t about to bust them up for him. You did forgo the gloves though. While he did the same, you stepped forward to the inner circle on the mat, waiting for him to finish.

“This is dumb,” Peter said, tossing the tape aside with more force than was necessary.

“Agreed,” You replied, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Fighting isn’t going to stop you from doing stupid stuff.” He added.

You? You doing stupid stuff? Was he fucking kidding? You let out a scoff. “I hope you’re joking, because we all know who is the King of doing stupid stuff here, Parker, and I’ll give you a clue in case you didn’t catch on, it’s not me.” You snapped.

“I was trying to help you!” He replied, his hands waving in the air in frustration.

“I didn’t ask for your help!” You said, just as angry. “You know what, maybe this isn’t such a bad idea at all. I kinda want to hit you now.”

Peter scowled at you. “Fine, go for it.”

And you did. Bucky had taught you a great deal in the amount of time that you had been training with him, and it showed. It was clear at the beginning that Peter hadn’t expected it as he struggled to stop your punches and kicks. Within a few moments he got into a rhythm as well, and you found yourself on an equal playing field until he got a kick in, knocking you down on your back.

For a moment, Peter looked panicked. He hurried over to you and crouched down beside you, glancing over your body for injuries. “Are you okay?” You could tell no matter how angry he was at you, he hadn’t wanted to hurt you. He never did.

Then you swiped your foot out and knocked him on his back as well. You stood up, crossing your arms over your chest. “I told you. I didn’t need your help.”

Peter stood up then, his jaw tense and eyes narrowed. “If you didn’t need my help you never would have been in that situation in the first place!”

“And think about how much help you were! You almost got yourself killed!” Flashes of him falling from the sky . . . the bloody slashes across his suit . . . the sound of cracking bones as he hit the concrete wall . . . Just thinking about it sent a wave of anxiety through your body. You had thought you were about to lose him. It scared you so much that you had been hurt because of it. “All you did was distract me!”

The fighting started again, swinging punches so fast it was hard to keep up. It was clear that your words had pissed Peter off more, and his movements became faster and harder to predict. “How do you think it felt?! Watching you almost die?” You almost got hit, you were so surprised by the emotion in his voice. You didn’t even notice he was pushing you back into a wall. “I can’t watch another person die on me! Especially not you!” Peter exclaimed.

You grabbed the fist heading towards you, and you both froze. Your gazes stayed locked on each other as you slowly guided his hand back down to his side, both of you breathing much heavier than you had a few moments before. The tension in the room was palpable, and there seemed to be something lingering there under the anger. Something that had been there for a long time, but neither of you had ever acted on. Now though, it was simmering under the surface. Peter’s words made his feelings clear if you chose to finally bring that realization to fruition. “I can’t lose you either dumbass.” You said, almost a whimper, the terror you had felt at the thought of it leaking into your voice.

The dam broke. Your back hit the wall and his hands grabbed your hips in a bruising grip that had you gasping into his mouth as your lips met for the first time. It was like you said, a dam broke inside of both of you. There was no gentle, soft, barely touching lips like you had imagined your first kiss with Peter Parker might be like. No, it was as if emotions in the form of water crashed over you and spilled from your lips. The kiss was demanding, not allowing your attention to drift elsewhere, not that it could with him invading your senses like he was.

Your hands gripped the soft, slightly damp cotton of his t-shirt, squeezing your fists into the fabric, making sure that he stayed right where he was. You didn’t want him to go anywhere, now that you were finally getting to learn what being kissed by him felt like. His lips felt so smooth against your own as his mouth slanted over yours, and you were surprised by the technique in them, even more so when his tongue slipped into your mouth at the same moment his body pressed entirely against yours. A whimper left your lips at the feeling, your knees going weak at the intensity. It was almost too much, too hot, too passionate for it being a first kiss.

At the same time, it was also perfect. You wanted more, you wanted more of his lips, his tongue, his skin, you wanted to curl your fingers in his hair and tug until he groaned. The image you had only dared to dream about filled your head, and your hips jerked against his, startling him so much that he pulled away for a brief moment.

Peter’s eyes were dark, his face flushed, lips swollen and red, and you didn’t think he’d ever looked more attractive than at this moment. The way he was staring at you as well made your toes curl with desire. No one had ever looked at you like that. Like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. Then, in contrast to the bruising kiss from earlier, he ducked his head, trailing a line of kisses from your jaw to your collarbone in a way that had you gasping for air.

Still it wasn’t enough. You pushed him away just far enough to breathe, and taking charge, you gripped the bottom of your tank top and lifted it over your head. You threw it to the side, leaving you in your leggings and sports bra. Following your lead, Peter’s shirt was next to go.

You took in the sight of him, and felt a flash of heat weave through your whole body. Of course you knew that he was . . . well, built, but seeing it in person? He seemed to be having the same thoughts, your skin flushing as you watched his eyes trail over you. Unable to stand it anymore, you grabbed his hands, pulling them all the way around you until you were both chest to chest, skin to skin. Once his hands rested on your back, you reached up to run your fingers through his hair like you had imagined. His eyes closed at the tenderness of your touch, and he rested his forehead against yours, his breath caressing your lips while his hands stroked your back.

It felt like you were melting into his strong arms, feeling more safe than you had all day. You wished that you could stay in this moment forever with him, all soft and sweet, but then his mouth met yours again, tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth. The sensation had a groan leaving your lips and your hands pulling on his hair.

He grunted, and heat went straight to your core at the sound, pleased that you pulled it out of him. Faster than you expected was possible, he had gripped your ass and lifted you in the air, settling you back down on one of his thighs, the pressure causing you to let out a gasp. At the sound, Peter pulled back, looking concerned. “I’m sorry, is that - is that okay?”

You nodded. “Definitely okay,” You told him with a soft smile before leaning forward to meet his lips again. As good as the kissing was earlier, it was even better now with the added pressure against your core. You ground against his muscular thigh, desperate for an increase in friction as his hands splayed across your back.

For so long you had only dared to dream of a moment like this. Peter had been the unattainable crush, the best friend who’s relationship you didn’t want to lose, the person you had never thought returned your feelings for him. However, it turned out that he did, and it was better than you could have imagined.

Until the door opened.

“What the hell?!”

The two of you jumped apart just in time to see Sam and Bucky staring at the two of you. Sam was covering his eyes, reaching out his hand to find his way back out the door that he couldn’t see while Bucky looked close to throwing up.

“When I said you two needed to work this out, this is not what I meant.” Bucky said, before heading back out the door. “If you’re not out in thirty seconds I’m coming in again!” He called, picking up your shirt from the floor and tossing it to you.

You grimaced, slipping it back on and turning to Peter who looked even more embarrassed than you did and was tugging his own shirt back on. “So um . . . do you wanna go get some takeout? I think we should talk.”

A little smile formed on Peter’s face, and he nodded. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

Maybe almost getting killed was worth it after all. You thought to yourself as Peter took your hand, slipping his fingers through your own.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker imagine #peter parker fanfiction #marvel imagine

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cattles-bians · 3 years

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damie vibecca exes au part 6

post directory

em: i like the contrast of like. dani and viola ended v emotionally and raw and then jamie rebecca was like, probably extremely civil, amicable

obsetress: yeah!!!! it fits

em: still awkward but absolutely not as tragic as the danvi

obsetress: they're both too similar

obsetress: like dani and vi and rebecca and jamie

obsetress: which is why they just needed to

obsetress: trade

em: which is so funny bc if like. lemme just maths this out

em: ok if dani and vi are both A and rebecca and jamie are both B so jamie and dani are B and A, and rebecca and viola are B and A

em: also implies the existence of a compatible jamie viola and dani rebecca

obsetress: see i was thinking about that and like

obsetress: on paper

obsetress: yeah

em: which is NOT the case

obsetress: but in reality???? the least compatible of all three which is. hilarious

em: viola jamie hate fuck when but i think rebecca and dani would have a weird lack of chemistry

obsetress: agreed

em: too similar in a different way!

obsetress: vi dani similar in the right way dani becs similar in the wrong way

obsetress: but vi becs different in the right way

obsetress: also another belated c/p but

obsetress: after becs and vi have that conversation and becca is like can i see pics of ur daughter and i'd love to meet her someday

obsetress: vi is 100% like "do you wanna get out of here?" and they go back to her place but then they just

obsetress: snuggle on the couch and fall asleep together and it's the first time they've done that w/o having sex first

obsetress: soft!

em: babies...........

obsetress: just this, like, image of the two of them on viola's couch with their feet tucked underneath their legs with her dumb floor to ceiling windows overlooking london and a roaring fire in a fireplace in front of them and two whiskey glasses on the table and

obsetress: viola's looking at her in a way she hasn't looked at anyone in a long time and rebecca is smiling softly over at her and then they're leaning slowly in

obsetress: im gonna be sick

em: oh

obsetress: they're kissing soft then pulling away and rebecca's eyes are still closed when she's whispering "this might be something, mightn't it?" and viola's whispering "i think it is"

em: oh to be invested in the rarest of rarepairs

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obsetress: brain update

obsetress: has now moved from soft to

obsetress: viola and rebecca going to all these dumb boutique fitness classes together

em: dumb boutique fitness classes jahskdhdkd

obsetress: they would tho in their dumb sports bras and high waisted leggings

em: dani power squats. jamie does a bodyweight workout and complains the whole time

em: oh

em: love that for them

em: and me, imagining it

obsetress: vi and rebecca are the ones in the dumb sports bras and leggings

em: they match. they coordinate gym outfits

obsetress: PLEASE

obsetress: hers and hers lululemon

em: it’s disgusting and unfortunately too attractive

obsetress: too! attractive!

obsetress: wheres that

obsetress: [this links to an instagram post by tahirah sharif]

obsetress: also belly button ring belly button ring belly button ring b

em: ma’am ur navel

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: dani and jamie meeting them outside whatever dumb lil gym and dani's stopping dead in her tracks and blinking at them

obsetress: jamie has to elbow her to get her to close her mouth

obsetress: they're following them inside and jamie's mumbling "keep it in your pants, yeah?" "but they look hot" "yeah, i fuckin know they look hot, i––"

em: i love a couple that's like, yknow. jamie and dani both know they’re still gonna find women hot

obsetress: it is So Important

em: even if dani didn’t have too much bad sex w eddie she’s allowed to think women hot

em: danis catching FLIES

em: danis like why did u and becs break up. how did u let her go

obsetress: WAIT LKSDFJLSDFl KJ

obsetress: i got SO INVESTED in the rest of this

obsetress: that i foRGOT JAMIE AND BECS DATED TOO

obsetress: jamie ignoring dani's "why did you two break up again" and then dani's poking her

"can you at least tell me if it was before or after the belly button ring"

em: danis like what if i get a belly button ring

obsetress: oh no

em: jamies like... (british grumbling) can we jsut work out

em: thinks abt it a little too much

obsetress: "you didn't even wanna work out in the first place, jamie, god forbid i help make it fun for you"

"yeah... fun"

em: jamies palms are Too Sweaty she falls off the pull up bar

obsetress: viola stares

obsetress: rebecca smirks

obsetress: dani GRINS

em: eheheh Little Shits Rebecca and Dani

obsetress: jamie watching dani do squats

obsetress: viola watching dani do squat

obsetress: jamie catching viola watching dani do squats

obsetress: jamie scowling

obsetress: viola grinning

em: danis like don’t worry i have enough ass for the two of u

em: wait

em: no well that took a turn

em: viola is a MENACE jamie never knows peace again

em: jamies like man at least during awkward lunches w eddie i could flex a little

em: (jamies gets to flex a little eventually)

obsetress: in the locker room after they work out dani and vi both make a beeline for the same shower and then have an awkward like

obsetress: u no u

obsetress: later, dani explains nervously to jamie "that was, um, ours, when she'd drag me to the gym with, um" and she's bright red

obsetress: "it's just... muscle memory, it's not like, you know"

obsetress: jamie is honestly more amused than anything else

em: jamie lets her sweat it out but she’s not mad or anything! jamie understands a routine

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: jamie's just grinning by the end and laughing "c'mere" and tugs her down the row of showers and picks a random one "a shower of your very own"

em: aw soft

obsetress: soft!

obsetress: until

obsetress: dani beams but then bites her lip and glances over at jamie "does it have to be just my very own"

em: jamies like no their PDA is disgusting. however our PDA is fine

em: rebecca showers separately bc she times it down to the minute and Someone has to be functional

obsetress: god chefs kiss

obsetress: viola doing a 12-step skin care routine in the mirror

obsetress: then drags them all to brunch after

#the dani jamie viola rebecca exes au #i have one more in drafts atm but discord c/p is. such a pain to format

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ourplaceinthecosmosphff · 4 years

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Chapter 19. Power

‘You are holding it in your hands -- your power. Use it.' seeker

I was alone when I woke up. It was a contrast to how I’d spent the previous two nights. The pillows in the guest room didn’t smell like Harry, and neither did the person I shared the bed with. The night before, when I had first realized this, I had brought a pillow from Harry’s bed to this one. No one questioned this – likely, no one noticed it –, but it made a difference for me. It wasn’t the same as using him as a pillow. But it was close enough.

I used the bathroom in his room slightly anguished that nobody was around. After brushing my teeth and hair, I added a bra under Harry’s shirt that I was still wearing, and went downstairs where, before I even entered the kitchen, I could already hear their voices.

“Ah, the creature!” Lourdes said, the first to see me. She grabbed a large mug with both hands and raised it up high above herself, bowing her head. “Please, take this token of our respect in your honor and do not bring destruction upon us with your unforgiving wrath!”

I fixed her with the most unemotional look I could muster before pulling up a chair and grabbing the mug. I looked at the inside to find it was the source for the incredible smell of coffee around. I took a small sip, it was just warm enough, but not burning, so they must have heard me wake up. I took a bigger sip, let it sit on my mouth, and closed my eyes, appreciatively.

“Praise!” Lourdes broke the silence in the kitchen by throwing her hands up in the air suddenly. “The kingdom is spared! We live to see another day by the mercy of our–”

I slowly leaned in and covered her mouth with my hand. “Please. It’s so early.”

“It’s 10 A.M.!” She replied, leaning backwards.

“Ugh.” Was all I could muster.

Harry chuckled, from my other side. “God. This is a new side to you.”

“Oh, she probably hopes you still think she has dignity.” Lourdes told him. “That hope dies with the intimacy of growing up together.”

I didn’t acknowledge either of them; just stared at my coffee as I drank it, slowly. Returning the mug to the table, I scratched my eyes slowly.

“She takes a while to turn on.” Lourdes mumbled to Harry. “Anyway, as I was saying. The time limit is kind of the point.”

“But what kind of message can you put out there in six seconds? Nothing worth saying is that fast.”

“It doesn’t have to be worth saying.” She returned. “And to answer your question, that is the challenge! To do as much as you can within your limit.”

“If what you say is not the point, then what is?!”

“Fun, Harry!” Lourdes yelled, animated. “Not everything in life is about a message, some things are about having fun. Ever heard of that concept?!”

I looked up to see him roll his eyes as she waved her arms around, excitedly.

“What are we talking about?” I asked.

“Vine.” She told me. “Harry doesn’t, and I quote, ‘get it’.” She did air-quote marks using her fingers.

“All videos have to be less than six seconds.” Harry told me as if I didn’t know that as a person alive in the twenty-first century. “All I said was that if media continues to follow this trend one day soon our brains will no longer be able to handle any content that requires a longer attention span.”

Lourdes was rolling her eyes now, and the effect was a lot more prominent in her teenager eyes.

“And, by the way, the implication that you can’t have a message in the app not only offends its creators as well as my generation as a whole, it implies that you think very lowly of yourself and media as a whole.”

We both looked at him. Lourdes, ready for the argument; me, entertained, now more awake.

“Any nuanced, complex, and well explained message will take longer than that.” He told her.

“Ah, there you go, now you added all those adjectives that you hadn’t before.” She pointed her finger at him. “Sometimes the message doesn’t have to be nuanced and flexed out to be well delivered.”

“I think my meaning was implied before–”

“Actually, she’s right.” I interrupted. “You said ‘no message worth saying’ could be delivered in six seconds. Adding new qualitatives now changes your whole argument.”

My sister nodded, “Thank you!”

“Good morning, your honor. Nice of you to join us.” Harry grinned at me, but I just brought the mug back to my lips as I sustained his look, defiant.

“I present, exhibit A,” my sister added, tapping away on her phone, “wait, not this one.”

From her phone, we heard a child’s voice going, ‘get your phone off my face!’.

“What message was that one transmitting, exactly?”

“That kids are hilarious?” Lourdes replied, not looking at him. “But also that new generations are being exposed to social media from an early age and it might not be beneficial to them.”

“Objection.” He rolled his eyes, laughing.

Now feeling almost entirely awake, I looked at them more carefully and noticed he was wearing a green tie with his white, button up shirt. In the back of his chair, hang a navy blue blazer. I wondered if I was underdressed, but looking at my sister I realized she was also in pajamas – white pants with colorful polka dots, and a light pink shirt with a unicorn.

“Are you going out?” I asked.

“I have work.” He reminded me. “But I should be back really quick.”

“Oh, here!” Lourdes smiled. She gave him the phone so he could see her screen, which she tapped with a finger.

A song was playing at first, followed by a police siren. A man said, angrily, ‘I’m getting a ticket!’. Next, a more formal voice added, distantly, ‘I think we got a stolen vehicle…’. The first voice, now calmer and lighter, says, ‘Oh, is there a problem officer?’, followed by a quick ‘nope’. The song started again and the whole thing repeated itself.

“Now it’s looping.” Lourdes explained, tapping her finger on the screen again to pause it. “Would you like me to point out the message?”

“It was pretty clear.” Harry nodded, smiling. Defeated, but amused. He handed me the phone so I could watch it now.

Before asking the officer if there was a problem, the black driver in his car had painted his face white. This, clearly, to imply the differentiated treatment by police depending on racial profile.

“And you have a point.” Harry went on, “I guess social commentary is, after all, a message.”

“Oh, now you’re the message police?” She returned.

He chuckled, “No! I’m agreeing with you.”

“Yeah, but in that condescending way people from your generation talk about everything my generation likes.”

“Woah, there.” I told her. “This generation talk will make me feel old.”

“You are.” She shrugged. “It’s not a bad thing, unless you dismiss things my generation thinks are cool just because you don’t think anything we do can possibly be productive or positive.”

“I think your best point is that things don’t always have to have a message.” I told her. “Sometimes, entertainment for entertainment’s sake is good enough of a reason to download an app.”

“Amen!” She pointed at me, smiling at Harry. “She gets it.”

“I guess we can all use more fun.” He told her. “Can you put it on my phone? Tell me who are the cool people to follow?”

She stared at him, squinting her eyes for only a few seconds, before standing up from her chair.

“Fine. But only because I’m very passionate about Vine.” She said. “Your phone is that one charging by the sofa, right?”

He nodded, and she moved into the living room.

I sipped my coffee, rested my elbow on the table, and my chin on my hand.

“You seem…” I started, looking at him. “Very interested on internet trends for someone who can barely use his phone for anything other than calling and texting.”

He shrugged, smiling mischievously. “I am. It seems like a powerful tool for community engagement.”

“Uhm-hm.” I mumbled, drinking another sip. “Sure.”

We were quiet for a brief pause. I was thinking about how handsome he looked with his hair freshly humid and styled backwards, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“If it happens to be something your sister and I bond over, all the better, right?”

I tried to contain a smile. “Why are you trying to get her to like you?”

He shrugged again. “I don’t know. I guess your mother already hates me, might as well try to get someone in your family to like me, right?”

He gulped and looked at me, cheeks reddening.

“I like you.” I told him.

He smiled, sincere, big. “Good. Now let’s try to make sure you’re not the only one.”

I pushed my mug to the side, and leaned on the table, crossing my arms in front of me to rest my head on them.

“Why?”

He bit his lip, watching me. Then he put his teacup to the side and did the same as me, crossing his arms on the table in front, leaning in to rest his head on them. Our faces were too close like this, so he whispered his answer, staring straight into my eyes.

“Because I like you, too.”

Before I could even accept I didn’t imagine what he said, Lourdes was back with his phone. Harry picked it, saw the time, and realized he had to go before he was late.

When he was gone, Lourdes settled on the couch, arms crossed in her chest, so I finished having some toast while thinking of the way his blue eyes glistened. I then did the breakfast dishes and when I was done, I sat next to my sister while some British reality show played on the TV. It was nearly eleven, so I decided it would be nice if we made lunch for Harry today.

“Why?” Lourdes asked when I proposed this.

“He’s hosting us and he has cooked or bought most of our meals since I’ve been here.” I replied. “And he’s been really cool to invite you to stay despite you showing up out of the blue.”

“Well, I’m sorry, Maggie. I didn’t mean to third-wheel your romantic holiday.”

I rolled my eyes, and got to my feet with a sigh. “Well, I’m going to check what he has and then we can brainstorm recipes, or google something.”

I went to the kitchen and opened a few different cabinets before finding one near the sink where most of the food seemed to be. Harry had some different types of pasta, some canned goods, and not much else.

“I heard what you said, Maggie.”

I looked back, finding Lourdes had gotten up to follow me.

“Good. You wanna help?”

“I mean I heard you saying you like him.” She explained, her aggressive tone now starting to make sense. “And him saying he likes you, too.”

I got up, and opened the fridge.

“He has frozen broccoli, pasta, canned mushrooms, and chicken… that could be good, right?”

“I may not have a boyfriend, Maggie, but I don’t think you’re supposed to go around declaring yourself to other guys if you do.”

“Declaring?” I complained. “Declaring? Lover? What are you, Jane Austen?”

She didn’t crack a smile. I sighed, closing the fridge door.

“Okay.” Pulling up a chair, I sat down at the table. “What exactly do you want to know, Lourdes? Because I already told you that Harry is my friend and I have not, nor do I intend to cheat on Chris. So what else do you want?”

She looked down, pensively.

“I guess I just… don’t get it!”

“Then help me explain. What don’t you get?”

She sighed, approaching the table. “It doesn’t feel right. You and Chris were always so… joined at the hip. You have guy friends, but you don’t sleep at their house without Chris there.”

“Okay… so, is the problem that I’m friends with Harry? Guys and girls can be friends, Lou. Or else how can girls be friends with each other when some of them are gay?”

“That’s not it. Of course people can be friends, but…” She rolled her eyes, pulling up a chair to sit. “But you are closer to Harry than your other friends.”

“That doesn’t have to be bad, either.”

She nodded. “True. But… your other friends don’t look at you that way.”

“What way?”

She sighed, “Like… like he’s seeing color for the first time.”

I cracked a smile now, “He doesn’t look at me like that.”

“Are you blind?!”

“Lourdes–”

“Seriously, you can’t possibly think he doesn’t have feelings for you.”

“...Do you think it's possible that, maybe, and just consider this for me, okay? That maybe you're seeing things that aren't there?”

She was quiet for a while, before shrugging.

“I guess… But I don’t think I am.” She looked at me. “Maybe you think it’s a friendship, but he doesn’t.”

“He knows I have a boyfriend, and most importantly, he knows I’m the Crown Princess. He barely likes being a royal at all, let alone date one who is an heir. Trust me, he doesn’t like me like that.”

The argument seemed to work, so I let the silence rest for a bit.

“I guess…” She started, staring at her hands. “I guess I just feel weird that Chris doesn’t know you’re here… And don’t lie, you know if he was staying with a female friend in Canada you wouldn’t be okay just finding out later. You should tell him!”

“And I will, when I talk to him.”

“That’s another thing! Why haven’t you even talked to him yet? He must be wondering what happened, and you’re letting him be worried just because you don’t know how to explain this.”

“Chris is far from worried, Lourdes, relax.” I blurted out, annoyed.

“What do you mean?”

“…I turned my phone on last night, when you were in the shower.” I told her, before taking the time to breathe in and out slowly. “Christopher only called and texted once. The call was yesterday, the text was later that night. He just… apologized for being too busy.” I ended with a shrug.

She seemed to struggle to understand what I said. She stared down, brows furrowed, silent for a long time.

“What the–?! How is that possible?!” She started. “Okay, well, what did you say to him?!”

“…Nothing.”

“What?!”

“If he’s not worried, and is currently too busy to talk to me, then that’s fine, we’ll just talk in person later on.”

“But, Maggie, he only texted once?! Once! And you’ve been gone for three days!”

I got up from the chair and opened the last cabinet door, trying to find all the seasoning Harry had.

“Yeah.” I nodded, casually. “It’s too little, but we can talk about it later, when we’re not both distracted. Him with work, me with… well, whatever this identity crisis is. Maybe resting after months of turmoil.” I considered. “Regardless, we’ll talk back home in Savoy.”

“That’s not good enough! You’re his girlfriend! Of ten years!”

“Eight.” I corrected. “And very on and off.” “You only broke up a couple of times.” She dismissed.

“Three.” I corrected, again. “And one of them was quite permanent. So I think this time around the clock starts back again from zero.”

“That’s not how it works.” “Why not?” “Well--” She sighed. “Because! You’ve known each other almost your whole lives! You’re almost engaged!”

Hands on my hips, I fixed her with a knowing look. “So you know about that, too.” She had the decency to give the ground an apologetic look. “I overheard mom and dad talking about it.” “You could have told me.” “Aren’t proposals supposed to be a surprise?”

“Everything in my life feels like it’s being kept from me.” I complained. “I just wish people would tell me things.” “Okay, how about I tell you this,” she started, “Chris not being concerned when you ran away for three days--?”

“Didn’t run away.” “Not okay!” She shouted. “It is not okay, Maggie!”

“Lourdes!” I shouted in the same tone, trying to get her attention. “Please! Just… Just let me worry about this, okay? It’s my relationship!”

“I would, but you don’t seem to be worried at all.” She contested. “Which only makes me more upset!”

She went on like this, talking about how trust and communication are not something you can jeopardize in a relationship, and a lot of other things.

I took note of salt and pepper. Not even a little oregano. Harry also didn’t have coconut milk or double cream or lime for a nice sauce. I sighed.

“We’ll need groceries.” I said, as soon as Lourdes took a pause to breathe. “I’ll pull up grocery apps on my phone and see what they have available for delivery.”

Looking back at her, I realized she still looked concerned sitting on the kitchen table.

“Why aren’t you pissed?” She asked. “Three days. You could have dropped dead somewhere. You could have been kidnapped.”

“Lourdes.”

“Seriously, why aren’t you angry at him?!”

“I don’t know!” I confessed, sighing. “I just… I’m not. He’s busy, I get it. And I guess… I’m going through something right now that I don’t fully understand. So I think it’s better not having to explain it to him right now. I’m okay with it.”

She seemed unconvinced, so I sighed and went to get my phone. Harry had mentioned in passing the name of the app he used for groceries, so I downloaded it and found the nearest store, quickly adding a lot of spices, lime and some coconut milk to my cart. As an impulse buy, I also got ice cream and white wine, and a six pack of the beer Harry had in his fridge in case he didn’t like white wine. Back in the kitchen, I realized he didn’t have wine glasses, so I checked if the store had it and they did, so I added two wine glasses to my basket. Since Lourdes wouldn’t drink wine, I got her some coke, and made the purchase.

Then I used the house phone and called the number written on the notebook next to it to speak to security at the gates. Awkwardly introducing myself as “Prince Harry’s house guest”, I told them I had a delivery coming, and they assured me they could bring it to us.

“Oh, please don’t worry about that!” I assured them, overly worried about being polite. “I can go get it! I’ll keep an eye on the app and when I see the driver arriving I’ll go and get it from the gate.”

They tried to remind me I didn’t have to, but I insisted.

After this, I changed into my actual clothes, some jeans and a blouse, and joined Lourdes who had finally settled again on the couch to continue watching TV.

When the delivery driver was close enough to the gates on the map, I jumped up from the couch, not having realized how much time had passed.

"Groceries are here, let's go!" I shouted.

"I'll wait here."

"No, let's go!"

"I thought we weren't supposed to be out in daylight...?"

"Stop complaining, let's go!" I threw my phone on the couch and grabbed her by the hands, pulling her up and running out the door, not even turning off the television.

When we got to the back gate, the one we came in from, we were told the food wasn't there, and they quickly called the main gate and figured out the food was there. We thanked them and walked towards the main gate, sadly having to walk around the palace. Luckily, a guard was walking over to bring us the groceries, so we met him half way and started making the way back.

I pointed out William and Catherine's apartment when we passed it; it was nice being outside. It was only then that I noticed that I had been in Harry's place for three days. I kind of missed Savoy.

When we got back, Harry was there. The moment we walked through the door, though, he seemed frazzled. He was on the phone, eyes wide, and when he looked at us, such relief came over him it was hard not to let myself be concerned.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

He returned the home phone to the mount on the wall, forcibly, and ran a hand through his hair. He had his cell on the other hand.

“I got home and you were gone!” He complained. “What the hell?! Where did you go?!”

“To get groceries at the gate.” I told him. “We had them delivered.”

“We were on the wrong gate, though.” Lourdes said. “So we had to go around.”

“Groceries?” Harry asked, confused.

“We’re making you lunch today.” I explained, with a smile.

“Oh. Okay.” He nodded, breathing heavily. “The TV was on and your cell phone was on the sofa. I didn’t—“

I approached him after leaving the bag on the table, and put a hand to his forehead. He was sweaty, but cold. “Harry, why do you seem so… scared?”

“You were gone! I didn’t know if they had come in and taken you!” He explained, now getting a little red.

“You think we would have left our stuff?” Lourdes asked, amused.

“I thought maybe they didn’t let you get anything.” He shrugged.

Smiling, I squeezed a hand on his shoulder. “Well, relax. We’re here.”

“Yeah, go chill.” Lourdes said. “Maggie is forcing me to help so she can take a break from your awful cooking.”

“Not what I said!” I looked at him. “We just want to do something for you for hosting us.”

“Sure, let’s go with that.” Lourdes mumbled.

Harry nodded, “Alright. I’m going to… shower then.”

He went upstairs and I joined my sister in the kitchen, shaking my head in amusement.

I gave her the broccoli to chop and boiled water for the pasta. After a while in silence, she said, in low enough a voice I assumed she didn’t need a response:

“...You were gone for ten minutes and he was ready to call the police.”

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We ate talking about how his engagement went; he had fun spending time with the veterans, but the best part was driving the Jaguar. He then told us he spent the drive there and back watching Vine, so he and Lou spent the rest of time discussing their favorite videos.

Harry asked Lourdes about life in boarding school, and we exchanged stories about each of our experiences, with Harry and I telling her how things were 'in our time'. Friends, classes, rituals, clubs, adventures, and most importantly: the things we didn't miss, and Lourdes could rest assured she wouldn't, either.

We spent that afternoon watching a movie she told us her friends had jokingly made her watch one day -- Princess Protection Program, with Demi Lovato and Selena Gomez.

"It's essentially what we're doing here." She joked. "Harry is our Princess Protection Program."

Once the sun was going down, we felt it was safer to go outside, so Harry proposed a game of volleyball – after we had told him it was one of the sports we played in Savoy with our cousins every summer.

So we went outside and played volleyball, Castillon Rules, where with each hit of the ball you’re supposed to yell out a word that starts with the same letter of your name. One of most polemic debates in our family was that those of us with double names – me and my siblings – had two letters at our disposal, whereas our cousins insisted only the first name counted.

“I never cared about this debate as both my names start with M.” I told Harry, just as he hit the ball thrown at him by Lourdes and shouted out ‘Horace’.

“That’s a name, it doesn’t count.” I argued.

“A name can be a word.” He consted.

“And there we go…” Lourdes rolled her eyes. “Another topic of discourse.”

When we came in, sweaty and still laughing, we sat on the couch for a long time, drinking water and talking about a lot of nothing, brainstorming about what to do next. We decided on another movie, but first Harry had a shower in the downstairs bathroom while Lourdes used the upstairs, and I was last.

When I came out of the bathroom donning once more Harry’s clothes, I went downstairs to find that as I had been showering, they were busy destroying the living room.

“Uhm, hi?” I called, trying to find them in the mess of blankets and furniture. “What are you guys doing?!”

Lourdes popped up from behind the couch, which had been turned around to face the wall.

“We’re building a blanket fort!” She smiled, using the back of the couch to hook a corner of a blanket up.

“…Why?” I asked, already tired at how long it would take to clean all of this out.

Harry walked in from behind me with a mess of twinkly Christmas lights in hand.

“For fun.” He answered, throwing them to Lourdes. “There you go.”

She started untangling the chords and spreading them out across their ‘fort’, as Harry moved to the TV, which he unplugged before removing it from its place.

“What are you doing with that?” I asked.

“Putting it on the floor.”

“Why?”

He grinned at me, and winked. “So we can watch from inside, obviously.”

“Maggie, come on.” Lourdes called, handing me one end of the twinkly lights. “Help me. We’re gonna watch Avatar. Harry’s never seen it.”

I looked at him in disbelief. “You haven’t seen Avatar, the Legend of Aang?”

“Okay, you haven’t read Harry Potter, so I need you to remove the judgy tone from your voice.”

“Thank you!”, Lourdes shouted. “Besides, it’s a very topical watch… You know, seeing as Aang is a great metaphor for you.”

“I am not Aang!” I complained.

“You have literally ran away from your responsibilities. But whatever...” She mumbled.

They both got back to work. Amused, I sighed, and decided if I couldn't beat them, I’d join them. I started untangling the chords.

We brought in extra blankets and pillows to lay on, and Harry unscrewed a broomstick to keep the fort’s ‘roof’ up. We ordered pizzas and opened the wine and settled inside to watch Avatar.

Harry initially complained it seemed very childish, but as that was also my argument against Harry Potter, he pushed through. Seeing as the episodes were only twenty minutes long, we got through them fast, and by episode ten, when Jet turned out to be a dick, he was fully into it if his huge disappointment and loud defense of Sokka was anything to go by.

When season one was over, it was late at night, but we were wide awake. Harry laid back on the floor, staring off into the twinkly lights, wide-eyed.

“So, she just… is the moon now?”

“You can’t come back from being the moon.” I argued.

“I guess…”

“I thought you were team Suki.” Lourdes said.

“I am, I love Suki.” He replied. “But I didn’t want the princess to die.”

“She didn’t die.” I argued. “She just has a different existence now. A different purpose.”

“That’s so sad.”

I smiled.

“Wait,” he looked at Lourdes, “does this mean Suki comes back?!”

“I guess we have to watch season two to find out!” Lourdes said, excitedly.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

“Bite me.”

“Let’s do season two!” Harry interrupted. “I wanna know what happens.”

“Okay, I need a bathroom break.”

I came downstairs just as Harry and my sister were breaking into loud laughter. The sound made me smile, but something also sounded from the hall. I wasn’t sure if I had imagined it, so I walked to the door and opened it to check.

To my surprise, however, there was a person there.

“Hi.” Adrien said, laid back. “I heard this is where all the cool Savoy Royals are hanging these days?”

“Adrien?!” I asked, to his annoying grin. “What on God’s green Earth are you doing here?!”

“Invite me to come in first, Mags, you were raised better than this.”

Before I could react, he walked right past me into the cottage. In the living room, Harry was crawling out of the blanket fort.

“Oh, wow.” Adrien laughed. “This is a scene to behold.”

“What the–?!” Harry asked, confused, but grinning at the sight of him. “Who the hell invited you here?!”

They exchanged a quick one arm hug, patting each other on the back.

“Well, I’m not sure how much you know, but your people have left a standing invitation for anyone from Savoy who needs to come rescue the two runaways here.”

“I didn’t run away!” I complained. Seeing Harry ready to add something, I pointed a threatening finger at him. “Shut it! And Adrien, this is none of your business. I’m fine, go home.”

“God, you’ve been in England for three days and already you’ve forgotten your manners.” He shook his head in mock disappointment. “And rejoice, Maggie, you’re no longer the biggest concern.”

“What do you mean?”

“He means me.”

Lourdes had emerged from inside the fort.

“Bingo.” Adrien added, unamused. “What the hell, dollface?!”

“Relax, this is just a trip! I’m with Maggie, what’s the big deal?!”

“If my parents have an issue they maybe shouldn’t have sent her.” I argued.

“They sent her to talk to you and bring you home, she wasn’t supposed to stay.” He relayed, fixing Lou with a look of admiration. “You literally increased the problem instead of fixing it. I, for one, am very proud.”

They exchanged a look.

“Cute.” I said, sarcastic. “So, why did you come if you’re on our side?!”

“Oh, I am not on your side.” He said.

“What?!”

“Lourdes I get. Teenagers, am I right? But you, Maggie? What the hell? You should have known better!”

“Excuse me?!”

“You couldn’t have forced her to at least answer your parents’ call?!” He asked, angrily. “You’re old enough to do whatever you want with your life, but she’s a kid!”

“Teenager, you just said teenager!” Lourdes complained.

I looked at her, suspiciously. “What call?!”

She was silent.

“Lourdes?!”

“Mom called.” She rolled her eyes. “A few times. It’s whatever, she knows I’m here, she knows I’m fine. We’re literally in a palace!”

“Lourdes, I told you last night, you’re a minor!” I told her. “I can’t be responsible for you!”

“Exactly, so why should I tell you who calls me?” She asked, grinning annoyingly.

I grunted in frustration, but before I could reply to this we heard a calling tone. Adrien was holding his cellphone up.

“Hey,” he said when someone picked up, “I’m here. They’re alive. Say hi.”

He pointed the phone at me, and, confused, I raised a hand in greeting. Then he pointed the phone at Lourdes, who smiled as she waved.

“Talk soon.”

“Wait–!” Someone from the other end of the video call tried, my mother maybe, but Adrien tapped the screen and returned the phone to his pocket.

“Alright. Is there a place to sit around here or do I have to stare at the wall for that?!” He looked at the couch facing the wall.

Harry led him to the kitchen table, and grabbed him a beer from the fridge.

“So, now that that’s out of the way,” Adrien started, “anyone care to tell me why we’re here?”

Harry looked at me, then Lourdes, and finally our cousin. I let out a long sigh, thinking about the wedding, about crying, about Harry’s hand on mine and the thoughts of Louis, about the knowledge Chris had a ring and my parents knew it, I thought of the train and my melting thoughts, and finally, I pulled up a chair and sat down.

“To be honest,” I started, “I’m more interested in why you’re here.”

“I’m here because I’m playing my own game.” He replied, taking a sip of his beer. “Your turn.”

“What does that mean?” Lourdes asked.

Adrien was silent.

“How do you come into this?” He asked Harry, who was quietly leaning against the kitchen sink.

“We’re friends.” He said, looking at me.

Adrien’s eyes found mine, knowing, before traveling down to Harry’s shirt that I was wearing. “Huh.”

“Ade.” I called. “If you’re not going to talk we’re going back to the blanket fort to continue watching Avatar.”

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes. “God. I… I am doing your father a favor so he will do me one.”

“Okay?”

He looked between me and my sister. “I want to go live in America for a little while.”

“What?!”

“How much is a little while?!”

“Less than a year.” He shrugged, non-committal.

“Why?” Lou asked.

Adrien laughed, humorless. “What do you mean why? You know why.”

She looked at me, confused.

“The engagement?” Harry asked. Adrien nodded, not looking at him.

“Oh… Ade, I’m sure that’ll go away soon enough.”

“Are you, though?” He asked. “Because it’s been months. And they still write about me every day. Faye tried to start her new job and she has a horde of paparazzi following her every move. She’s being demonized in the press, the country feels betrayed that she would give up being part of its Royal Family–”

“Adrien!” I interrupted, “Fuck Faye. She made her choices.”

“How can you say that?! You know what she’s going through, you’re a woman–”

“Yes, and I know that she dated you long enough to know what she was getting herself into when she said yes.” I replied. “And she still did. She chose to change her mind and break up, that’s on her.”

He leaned in across the table towards me. “You’re the Crown Princess now. You’re gonna be Queen one day. It might not be yet, but soon dealing with the very real life consequences to people who are connected with us will be your responsibility.” He said, cold. “I wish you’d start looking at it with a little more compassion.”

There was a tense moment of silence while I weighed his words, feeling the old guilt settle in my stomach.

“How about you maybe chill a little?” Harry asked him, casually, but not without a certain intensity in the way he crossed his arms.

Adrien watched him, only half amused.

“How do you guys know each other?” Lourdes asked them.

“Oh, Haz and I go way back.” Adrien told her.

“Friends in common, partying tastes in common.” Harry shrugged. “I’m not completely sure, to be honest. I just can’t seem to be able to get rid of him.”

“You love me.” Adrien winked at him. “You’re even trying to be part of my family now.”

I looked at my hands, pretending I didn’t hear this, hoping I didn’t have to find out Harry’s reaction to it.

“So, what’s your game?” Lourdes asked. “What favor do you need from dad? Is it just permission to go to America?”

“And why America?” I asked.

“With… our family’s recent changes…” He started, probably trying to avoid saying Louis’ name, “I’ve been notified that I’ll be needed more, to help picking up more royal patronages and doing more engagements, maybe even foreign trips or official duties.”

“Louis lived abroad.” Lou wondered. “So, how can him being gone alter so much of the work schedule?”

“Because he was expected to start royal work full time after graduation.” I told her.

“Yes, and Faye was supposed to join the family as well.” Adrien added, taking a long sip of his beer after. “So, now our little family business lost two up and coming employees.”

Lou furrowed her brows in confusion. “And you wanna ditch, too?”

Adrien’s face fell. “I want to help, but I can’t in good conscience stay here knowing there is something I could do to try and draw attention to myself so Faye can go back to living her life as a private citizen.”

Lourdes pouted. “I don’t know, I think I’m with Maggie on this one. Faye brought this on herself.”

“I think I get what you mean, though.” Harry said, to Adrien.

“How can you think it’s his responsibility to fix Faye’s mess?!” Lourdes asked, upset.

Though he seemed unsure he wanted to disagree with her after spending the day trying to bond, he still took in a deep breath and said,

“I have my own fair list of bodies I leave behind after each relationship doesn’t work out.” He started. “It’s… disheartening. Even if a relationship ends well and in a healthy way, sometimes even when there is no relationship to begin with, just something the press thinks was a relationship, every time there’s a slow news day, everytime they need a story, they pull up pictures of the women we’ve been seen with and pull some crap out of their asses just to get the clicks they need for a paycheck.”

“Exactly.” Adrien nodded.

“It feels… it can start to feel like you’re cursed.” Harry added, “Like you can barely speak to a girl without ruining her life.”

“She’ll live the rest of her life being known as ‘Prince Adrien’s ex’. The girl who was almost a princess.” Adrien said, staring at his own hands around the beer bottle. “We were together and then we weren’t, but in the public discourse she goes down in history as a girl I loved once. She’ll be someone’s wife one day, someone’s mother. But they’ll always look at her as my ex.” He sighed. “If there is something I can do to change the narrative, I have to.”

There was another long moment of silence as his words echoed in each of our minds.

“So the favor is for the King to allow you to go to America?” Harry asked.

Adrien cleared his throat. “Yeah. At first he said a flat out no. The problem is, by saying no and explaining why, he told me why he needed me. So he gave me leverage.”

Harry chuckled. “You’re insane.”

“I’m smart.” He shrugged.

Lourdes was looking between them. “I don’t get it.”

Adrien leaned over to her. “First, I refused to do a couple engagements they needed me for. In the first one, I was sick, cough cough.” He fake coughed, very obviously. “Then when it happened twice and I got a call, I said, hey, I’m trying to keep a low profile to make things easier for Faye. If I was allowed to go to America, maybe I wouldn’t need to do this…”

“So you blackmailed the advisors?” She asked, choking.

“Blackmail is a strong word.” He replied. “Luckily for me, Amelia Earhart over here decided to pull a Houdini.”

“Amelia Earhart?” I asked, unconvinced.

“Famous missing person. Keep up, Mags.” He explained. “When Maggie went missing, there was a bit of a quiet storm in the palace. It was on everyone’s best interest to keep it under wraps, but it was hard not to pull all the stops to get you back.”

Harry and I exchanged an intense look. What it meant, it was hard even for me to decipher.

“It went from the immediate security staff and security advisors to your parents, then more and more of the staff as the days passed.” Adrien continued. “Not seeing your security or Auguste wasn’t really alarming, though it was annoying. Refusing to see Aunt Elyse, though? That was gutsy.”

I avoided Harry’s eyes now. If I started thinking about the events right after that encounter, it would be hard to school my expressions into normalcy.

“Mom was livid.” Lourdes agreed. “She called me right after, almost screaming, wanting to know if I had heard from you. That’s when she asked me to come see if I could talk to you… I said I had school, but then…”

“Then someone thought smoking was cool.” Adrien added.

“I was not smoking.” She rolled her eyes.

“Right. Well, when you went dark after arriving, they knew you weren’t coming out.” He added. “I don’t know what made them think I could bring you home. Regardless, here I am.” He raised his hands to the sky, showcasing all of himself. “Will you guys come home with me?”

“Nah.” Lourdes said; I shook my head.

“Oh, well. I tried.” He sighed.

“That’s it?” I asked, suspicious.

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “What am I supposed to do, drag you kicking and screaming? No, thanks. I know how hard you kick.”

“That was one time!”

He pulled his leg up and rested it on the table with impressive speed. “I still have the scar where my bone came out of my body, Margueritte!”

“You should have seen me coming!”

“It was night!”

“Please, you were wasted!”

“Although I am very curious about whatever story this is,” Harry interrupted, “and of course, you’re welcome to stay, I guess my question is, are you joining our little party here? Should I make you a bed on the sofa?”

Adrien smiled. “No, thanks, Harry. I have fulfilled my part of the bargain and I’ll be going home now.”

“This is enough to get dad to let you go to America?!” I asked, “How?!”

He shrugged. “Because you’re going to help me help you.”

“…what does that mean?”

“Well, Mags, I told you my strategy, didn’t I? They needed me, I played my cards right, and told them if they want my help, they need to help me, too.” He grinned. “The moment I realized the family needed me, not just to come here, but to work, as well, I knew I had the power. They need me. But I can just refuse to do anything. What are they going to do, throw me in jail? Decapitate me?”

“No, they’ll…” I thought about it, before sighing. “There’ll be consequences.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” He nodded. “Eventually. But until then they would have a lot of time to reflect how much easier it would have been to just negotiate with me.”

I smiled. “Harry was right. You’re insane.”

“Am I? Or have I just realized that they need me more than I need them?” he leaned in towards me again. “Mags, I’m here to remind you that you are the Crown Princess now. You’re upset at how things are going? You want answers, you want to choose your staff, you want a whole palace to live in by yourself? Ask.”

“That’s not how this works, Adrien.”

“Isn’t it?” He smiled. “Because I already emailed a friend from New York and asked her to give me the contact to her real estate agent.”

I sat back on the chair, crossing my arms across my chest, mauling over his words.

Lourdes seemed intrigued. “Who do you know in New York?”

“A few people, actually. But I talked to a friend who moved there recently… An artist.”

“Ooh, who?”

“She’s not very known.” He explained. “Although, have you ever watched X Factor? She was in that.”

“Did she win?!” She smiled, excitedly.

“Almost. I think she was in the final, maybe.”

As they talked, and Adrien pulled up his phone to show Lourdes a video of his friend, Harry approached and pulled up the last chair next to me.

“Truth or dare?” He asked, whispery.

I shook off my thoughts, and looked at him. “Truth?”

“What are you thinking about?”

I sighed. “I don’t even know.”

“For whatever’s worth, I think he’s right.” He said, looking at Adrien. “You’re the heir. As a former spare, you know how much weight that carries.”

“But I’m not the heir, though.” Before he could protest, I leaned in. “Not really. I am now, technically, but I wasn’t born the heir. I wasn’t raised the heir. No one sees me as the heir, that’s why they don’t tell me anything.”

He smiled a charming and leg weakening smile. “So make them.”

“Would you two care to share with the class?” Adrien asked, loudly, and we both jumped back in our seats.

“We were just–”

“I was just saying I agree.” Harry told him. “Everyone around this table knows exactly what is like to be passed around, being given something to do while an heir gets the really exciting projects and priority in everything. Right?”

“Preach!” Adrien said.

“So, Mary.” He looked at me. “You know how they should be treating you. You also know how they are treating you. Now make it right.”

“How?!” I whined.

“You have all the power you need, Maggie.” Adrien said. “Look at me, I’m here, I was sent by your parents. When I get home, they’ll ask me what happened, what did we talk about? So. What do you want me to tell them? What do you want, Maggie?”

I felt so exhausted. So… confused. I knew what I wanted to change. But I didn’t know how to ask.

“I want things to change.” I said, hands shaking. “I want to be told all that’s happening, all that’s expected of me, all the upcoming events I’ll have to do. I want to be allowed to work, the way that I want. With my patronages and more. I made a list of work I want to do and Auguste dismissed me. If I need to work then I want to actually work. And I want Cadie back.”

They all looked at me with a mixture of amazement and fondness. It was… embarrassing. And kind of intoxicating. I forced myself to keep my head high.

Adrien nodded. “Alright.”

“Alright? What do you mean?” I asked. “What happens now?!”

He got to his feet. “Now I get you someone with actual power, and you argue your case.”

He kissed Lourdes’ forehead, shook Harry’s hand while fixing him with a menacing look before breaking into a chuckle, and asked me to walk him out.

He closed the door behind me when we walked out and walked towards the car without waiting for me, so I followed.

Finally, at the end of Harry’s small entryway, he turned to me, hands in his pockets.

“What are you going to do about this?” He asked.

“What do you mean? I thought we just discussed it. You’re gonna send someone I can–”

“No, Mary.” He said, enunciating the name with the same accent Harry had. “I mean what are you going to do about this.” In the last word, he looked pointedly at the Cottage.

I gulped. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. There’s nothing to do.”

He sighed. “You’re wearing his clothes. You’re letting him call you Mary. You finally reached the point of no return, emotionally speaking, and it was to his house that you ran off.”

“Adrien, not you, too…”

“I know you better than that, Maggie. I know you’re not cheating on Christopher.” He was dismissed. “But I also know you enough to know when you’re happy and when you’re doing things because you have to. Hell, ‘because you have to’ it’s basically your default to everything in life.”

“What’s your point?” I asked, annoyed.

“My point is there is a reason you and Chris broke up last year.” He started. “And there’s a reason you got back together. And I don’t think you know what those are, I think you need to figure it out. But there’s one thing I am almost entirely sure you do know.”

I sighed, looking at him. “And what do I know?”

He smiled, sweeter and more sincere than I had seen him in a long time.

“I think you know who you’re in love with.” He said. “And who you’re not… You just need to be brave enough to accept that.”

With that, he leaned in, kissed my cheek, and walked to the dark SUV waiting for him, leaving me behind in the small Cottage entry with a whirlwind in my heart.

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[A/N: Hi! How you doing? how was your week? Hope everything is well AND YES THAT IS HARRY TELLING MAGGIE HE LIKES HER EVEN THOUGH SHE WANTS TO LIVE IN DENIAL ABOUT WHATS HAPPENING HERE. Good thing everyone is not as dissociated from real life as she is. Dont worry, she’ll get there =) LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK PLEASE???? Notes, suggestions, criticism, anything! I’m open to talk! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! Next week: Someone with decision making power has a pow wow with Mags. Who is it??!]

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Gym | (m)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, Businesswoman!reader, fratboy!jungkook. Older reader. Age difference.

Warnings: Explicit Sex, foreplay. Balcony sex, cream pie, cum eating, dirty talk, unprotected sex. slight fluff if you squint.

Words: 8.5k

Summary: Jungkook has a crush on you and has been watching you work out at his gym. One day you finally confront his obvious crush.

A/N: another shitty not-proofread smut coming right up lmao. this was supposed to be released near kook’s bday :/ but i got distracted and only wrote half. So just added smut and here ya go. not very good. I’ll read over it tomorrow. let me know what you think! i wrote this in an hour pls 4give wubfwbf.

(he really built like that huh?)

“Right, three more reps to go. Lift that perky ass of yours Y/N, a bit more – that’s it. Atta girl. Hold it.”

You wish Seulgi would shut the fuck up. Also not shut the fuck up because your personal trainer – and best friend - could work you out so much better than when you did it all on your own. The adjectives she used to describe your firming body parts though, were exceeding by the day as she saw the progress you had made because of her recommended workouts. And she wore it like a badge of honour every time you asked her to tone down her hooting and yelling when a certain position highlighted your toned bottom or thighs. It always brought more attention to your corner whenever she got particularly boisterous. Especially from the male patrons who littered the gym either flexing or pretending to lift more than they actually can whenever Seulgi was on a shift with another female client.

“Tuck your tummy in Y/N, c’mon!” You tighten your abdominal muscles and lift up your body as much as you can, a groan leaving your lips at the building burn you felt deep in your core muscles. In your absentmindedness you’d apparently been slackening your posture in the current plank you were doing.

“I’m trying,” You groaned once again through your teeth at the effort it took you to keep your body completely flat as a table top and hovering above the ground. It was getting easier to do planks because you were a regular gym goer and your stamina was in a far better shape than you had ever imagined before.

“Keep taking deep breaths to fuel you up. You don’t want to look like a blown up gold fish when lover boy is looking at you now, do you?”

Ah, there it was. The playfulness to her voice had you glancing your head up to look in the mirror mounted on the wall right across from you, confirming your suspicion that a certain peach haired boy was watching your ass perked up high in the air as he pretended to do pull ups. How you know he’s pretending you ask? This was his usual routine, either be suspended mid-air – god, how much power did his muscles hold? – pretending to be between a pull-up or be holding a weight – again, how? – above his head while he watched you work out, slack jawed. Sometimes the boy was almost visibly drooling whenever you wore your tight workout shorts and a sports bra to gym and did your daily squats.

It was flattering, really. A hot, twenty-something, fit guy – not forgetting, hot as hell – was so transfixed on watching you work out that he forgot how obvious he looked. Seulgi had told you his name, Jungkook, as she worked with him as his personal trainer for a trial period that the gym’s membership included. Cute name, you’d thought the first time you’d caught him staring at you running on one of the treadmills. Though of course, sweet Jungkook had no idea that you’d actually caught him since he no doubt thought that he had successfully evaded your gaze before you caught on. This continued on for the next month and at first you felt a bit annoyed that he wouldn’t just come up and say something to you. You almost considered approaching him to ask if he needed something but the more time went on, you realised that he was just shy. He never took off his shirt like the other men who loved to flash and flex their pecs and abs not-so-subtly, even if he was dripping with sweat after his workouts. That was your favourite actually; When he dripped with sweat and his white t-shirts clung to his sculpted torso so tantalisingly. It was honestly fascinating how much his face and his demeanour contradicted his body.

He looked like a walking sin and yet whenever you rounded the corner to the locker rooms, he would start walking the other way. Why was he so shy around you? You’d seen him walk past girls closer to his own age with no problem, you swear you even saw a little smirk on his face whenever he knew they were watching him lift 50kg weights like it was fairy floss. How did he keep his face from contorting in ugly formations, yet, have an attractive smirk on his face? Will always be a mystery to you.

“He’s still looking?”

“Yup, though he’s moved on sit ups now. Damn, the kid’s got it bad for you. Should go talk to him.”

“Shut up it’s just a crush. He’ll probably pee his pants if I make direct eye contact.” Seulgi is scoffing and tapping you with her foot to indicate your planks are over after the excruciating 3 reps. Getting on your hands and knees you try to catch your breath before sitting back on the workout mat as Seulgi hands you a water bottle.

“Won’t hurt you. You’re hot as fuck and he obviously wants to bone you.” You scrunch your nose in thought, deliberating if you should finally do something about his staring but no approaching.

“Of course he does,” you say with a roll of your eyes as you walk towards the treadmills and setting your normal speed before starting your run, “I’m probably his older woman fantasy that he jerked off to as a teenager.” This time, Seulgi scoffs.

“Bitch you’re not that old. He’s hot, shy and clearly your type. Maybe go teach him a few life lessons, he can learn a lot from you.” Her eyebrows are shooting up and down as she suggestively licks her lips and you’re shaking your head at her wildly inappropriate remarks but consider them anyway.

“Since when is shy my type? The hell?”

“Since you only seem to notice him despite all these manscaping Gregs and Toms pretty much ready to whip out their dicks for you.”

“…Okay. Fair enough.” It was true, you guessed. The gym didn’t lack in the department of hot guys you could take your pick from to take home for the night but somehow, your mind always came back to Jungkook and his shy bunny smile whenever he spoke to Seulgi or his – god - toned abs and thick thighs that almost made your mouth water a bit too much. No harm in playing a little right?

A smack to your ass brings you back. “Twenty more minutes on that and you’re done babe.” She’s walking away, sashaying her hips away to her next client as men stare at her shapely bottom walking away. You can’t help the smirk on your face as you shake your head at her again. She knew what she did to every man in this gym and she loved it and you loved the unrestricted self-confidence your best friend possessed. You sneaked a glance at Jungkook again and as expected, he diverts his gaze fast like he hadn’t just been staring at your ass again. Just as you’re finishing up your run, your alarm goes off indicating you have work in thirty minutes and a wave of meetings to attend.

Seducing bunny boy would have to wait.

It was a week after your chat with Seulgi about finally making the first move as your secret admirer didn’t seem to have any plans – or had the guts to, it seemed – to approach you first. Same rehearsed routine; putting your gym bag in your locker before you start with your abdominal work outs near the front of the gym whereas Jungkook, already being there, working out a few feet behind you. No doubt his genius plan to watch you without getting caught or interrupted. Today, you’re on your own as Seulgi had taken the day off to run a group fitness class instead. Jungkook was a slave to his habits it seemed since you manage to catch the last few seconds of his face that had been slack jawed, mid pull-up with his doe eyes watching you work out and break a sweat in your skimpy workout clothes that you had to wear today, having forgotten to wash your usual gear the night before.

Today, instead of going for your usual 4 mile run, you cut it short halfway, hopping off the treadmill when Jungkook isn’t watching you – shockingly. Walking out towards the bathrooms, you quickly look in the mirror and check your appearance. You wanted to look appropriately flushed and not a – as Seulgi so gracefully put – a blown up gold fish. Taking a sniff to make sure no unpleasant odours are being exuded, you walk out of the bathrooms and out to the main floor. Spotting Jungkook looking around nonchalantly as he takes place on the gym floor to start his sit -ups, you decide that this is the perfect opportunity to burst his bubble. You almost stop to watch his cute face contort in confusion as he attempts to crane his neck to look for you no doubt, cheeks hollowing as he bites the inside of them.

The gym is fairly vacant today as you make sure no one is around to witness what’s about to happen since you didn’t want to embarrass the poor kid. Just play a little. You choose the moment when he’s laying back down on the mat, to loom over his figure, hands on your hips and eyes square on his face so when he sits up again, he is faced with your toned thighs right in front of him. The whole situation is so bizarre to you – and quite hilarious considering you could literally see the wheels turning in his head. His face is slack-jawed again as his eyes slowly travel up to your face. You cock up an eyebrow in question.

“H-Hi?” He gulps and continues his sit-ups but much more hesitantly this time, eyes avoiding yours from direct contact. You never expected his voice to be this raspy, it sends a delicious shiver down your body and you can almost imagine how he’d sound in a certain uncompromising position. God bless morning workouts. Twirling a stray strand for good measure, you continue to stare as he increasingly and visibly starts to sweat rather profusely, clearly embarrassed.

“Didn’t your mother teach you it’s not polite to stare?”

“Oh, um… Sorry! I-I wasn’t-” His face is beet red and even his stuttering is adorable to your ears. Damn it.

“So,” You crouch down, leaning forwards slightly to give him an eyeful of your chest, “You weren’t looking at me?” He’s sitting up now, looking like a deer caught in the headlights contemplating his fight or flight instincts.

“I-I, well…Y-You see,” His eyes are darting everywhere and he is twiddling his thumbs in this adorable way that reminds you of your baby niece when she’s trying to convince you that an extra block of chocolate is approved by her mum just before bedtime. Then, he’s closing his eyes shut, taking in a deep breath before he says his next words in a rush that you almost don’t make out what he’s said.

“You’resohotpleasegooutwithme.”

“Huh?” Your eyebrows are furrowing in amusement and Jungkook is opening eyes to watch your reaction.

“N-Nothing.” He’s scratching the hair at his nape nervously as he continues to avoid your gaze. You on the other hand, want to take this up a notch, loving every second of his cheeks that are tinged pink, hair a mess from his hands and shirt sticking to his chest like it usually does. He smells fresh and his skin glows. Looking around the mostly empty gym this early in the morning, you widen your stance and then squat down until you are straddling Jungkook, not quite sitting in his lap and more so just sitting up on your knees, eye to eye. You place your left hand on his shoulder as the right one trails down his clavicles to his hard pecs, slowly, searing his skin as he watches your every movement.

“So, you don’t want to take me out?” He gulps again as he rests back on his hands, eyes levelling with your chest before he hurriedly brings them up to your face again when you tilt his chin up. He flushes an even lovelier shade of red, knowing he’s been caught once more, gawking at your chest.

“Um… I do?” It comes out as a question rather than the cool persona Jungkook had been trying to stipulate and redeem his earlier outburst.

“You do?” Cocking an eyebrow in mock amusement, you lean forward for extra effect before you whisper close to his face that is glistening in perspiration, “Or you just want to fuck me?”

Jungkook at this point almost resembles Bambi. His wide button eyes that are almost childlike, peering at you most likely scandalised at your brusqueness. How is he acting this shocked when he was practically undressing you with his eyes and not with subtlety either. Young men were rather unaware sometimes. But it’s okay because at least this one is cute.

“I don’t.” When your eyebrows shoot up again at his blatant lie he quickly adds on, “I-I mean I do but,” he gulps, “I also want to t-take you on a date? If you would… still want to.”

It’s hard to imagine that someone possessing physical features much like a Greek god, all chiselled and refined, would have the social dexterity of a sweet, shy boy-next-door. Maybe that’s what made him more endearing to you.

“Good. The eye-fucking was really starting to frustrate me.” He opens his mouth again, no doubt to apologise but you lift a finger to his lips, effectively quieting him, “Give me your phone.”

It takes him a few seconds to get moving but eventually he’s reaching over to his bicep where the phone is strapped on, fumbling with it for s few seconds before handing it to you. All the while you watch on with amusement as his hand shakes a little when he holds out his phone for you. As the screen lights up on his phone, his face goes red again when you see his wallpaper is a woman in a bikini posing next to a sports car – how typical. At first, the image is a reminder of how young Jungkook is – having a half-naked girl as his wallpaper but then Seulgi’s words are ringing in your mind again that he’s pretty much smitten with you or at least the way you look. But still, you can’t deny that you end up comparing the much younger woman with her flawless body with your own. Chuckling, you just send him a grin as you type in your number, saving it with your name and sending yourself a text.

“I’ll text you when I’m free.” He nods, taking his phone back.

“Y-Yeah, sure, all good no prob-”

Leaning in, you leave a chaste kiss on his cheek before getting up and making your way back to the locker room – sashaying your hips for extra effect knowing that Jungkook is probably still watching with his mouth wide open.

Gosh, he was cute.

- First date

The first time you text Jungkook is five days later. In your pursuit of ‘seducing’ the adorable bunny boy, you’d kind of forgotten the upcoming meetings and stacks of paperwork that awaited you due to your company’s new policy launches. Your position at work being one that required you to oversee a unit of employees, it didn’t take long for you to put the task of texting him on the back burner. Today however, you text Jungkook in your break, letting him know you’re available on Saturday.

[12:46 PM] You: Hey, I’m free tomorrow if you still want to take me out?

His reply comes almost instantly.

[12:46 PM] Jungkook: Hey! Yeah defs! Was beginning to think you were messing with me :/

[12:47 PM] You: Who says I’m still not?

[12:47 PM] Jungkook: oh

It’s hard to not tease him when he makes it so easy to. Nevertheless, you don’t want to sound actually mean so you ease his worries.

[12:48 PM] You: Relax, just kidding :) want to meet at the froyo place near the gym?

[12:48 PM] Jungkook: you’re mean :(

[12:48 PM] Jungkook: but I still wanna go out with you so I guess I’m a masochist.

A scoff leaves your lips at his unexpected reply. Though it’s not too hard to imagine him as a masochist.

[12:50 PM] You: Well, Mr Masochist, I’ll see you there at 5.

[12:51 PM] Jungkook: See you then :)

“For fuck’s sake.” You’ve been cursing under your breath for the past 5 minutes, trying to find a parking spot. Saturdays are always crowded around this area as it’s located just a few miles away from the CBD, lined with cafes, restaurants and high-end fashion stores. Though you’d hoped that it was late enough for most of the families that usually strewed the streets to have moved on to the playgrounds or other areas so you could easily park your car. But to no avail, you pull out of the underground parking area towards a street few blocks down from the froyo place you were supposed to meet Jungkook at. Walking up the topography of hilly roads lined with Victorian style buildings wasn’t so bad. You always enjoyed walking to work as you didn’t live too far off from your building. It was a move of convenience a few weeks ago. You still hadn’t gotten around to completely unpack as you were thrown right into work that required your attention more than to decorate your apartment to make it a bit more informal.

Someday you’ll open those boxes.

The little bell above the door twinkles pleasantly as you enter the café, immediately spotting Jungkook’s mop of peachy hair sitting in a booth farther down, near the open windows at the back. It was a discreet spot that allowed you to survey the scenery outside and people go by but kept you isolated enough from the rest of the crowd in the busy little café.

It was a distinctively very Jungkook choice.

He’s on his phone when you slip in the booth, prompting his attention towards you as he stares up wide-eyed before breaking in to a nervous grin.

“Hey! W-What’s up? You look amazing.” He winces at his own greeting and you can’t help but let out a laugh at his nervous rambling.

“Nothing much and thanks bro. You look pretty good too.” You hold out your fist at him which he bumps with his own as his lips stretch into a more comfortable smile at your light-hearted reply.

“Sorry, I panicked. You r-really do look amazing.” His eyes are scanning you from top to bottom as he takes the corner of his bottom lip between his teeth. Somehow, he doesn’t look sleazy as he blatantly checks you out again. Instead, it’s almost as if he’s doing it subconsciously because he can’t help it and it sends a shiver down your spine that you thankfully conceal by rolling your shoulders back. Jungkook was great for your self-confidence, that’s for sure.

“Shall we go order?”

“Uhh I can go order for us both? You can save our spot.”

“Sure,” you’re taking out your wallet to get some cash, telling him what you want, “two scoops of Spanish caramel.” He waves his hands in dismissal at your card.

“Don’t worry about it,” he leans in as if about to let you in on a secret, “ I have connections here.” You lift your eyebrows, playing along as you nod. He walks away after sending you a wink to which you can’t help but grin. The date had barely begun but you were already immensely enjoying yourself. The café was nice and casual and not overly crowded that you two would barely be able to hear each other over people talking loudly or laughing like they usually tended to do. A couple of minutes later, Jungkook has returned with the desired flavours of each of your frozen yogurts as he settles in across from you.

“Thank you.” Your tone is light and you make sure to smile his way when he nervously apologises when his hand accidently touches yours while he hands you the dessert glass. Then, there is just some awkward silence as he takes spoonfuls of yogurt as his shiny, doe eyes flit across the café shyly. He’d been so confident before he’d left to get your desserts but not it was as if he was meeting you for the first time. His cheeks puffed every single time he took a bite and every single time – he put more than necessary on his spoon, making them swell up endearingly even more. He was too cute and you were finally realising you never asked him how old he was.

“Jungkook, how old are you?” Your eyebrow is cocked in question and he stalls for a few seconds as if you asked him about his most embarrassing memory from high school. Which doesn’t seem like too long ago to be honest. His body told a different story though so you had to be sure.

“Uh,” he scratches the back of his head nervously and you’re slightly scared now. He wasn’t 18 was he? That’s barely legal, fuck. “I just turned 21 a few months ago.”

Okay. So he was just legal but still considerably younger than you. Fucking hell. You were becoming That woman already.

“H-How old are you?” He asks after a few minutes when you’d been just quietly watching him eat but not really paying attention as the voices in your head kept telling you to leave this kid alone.

“Too old to be on a date with a 21 year old.” And it’s the first time he isn’t hesitating before acting and rolling his eyes as he leans back in the booth.

“You’re not even that old.” You smirk.

“So you do think I’m old.”

“I-I didn’t mean it like that.” He looks at you nervously, holding out his hand in front to defend himself and you can’t help the laugh that escapes you at his naïve and pure temperament – taking your teasing slightly too seriously.

“I’m just joking babe.” You curse yourself inside your head for letting the pet name escape. You were used to calling your younger colleagues – female, mind you – all sorts of pet names and Jungkook’s sweet face and even sweeter smile just had all the ridiculously cheesy nicknames coming to you at the speed of light. And the blush on his face as he bites his lip before looking away for a second and then returning his shy gaze to you with his sheepish smile.

“Your laugh is really… nice.” You laugh out loud again when he hesitates as if deciding what word to use in order to compliment you and you decide to tease him some more. He was way too nervous for no reason. He didn’t need to impress you anymore.

“That won’t be enough for you to get in my pants, I’m afraid.” You smirk, taking a purposely sensual bite of the froyo as his wide eyes and wide open mouth watch you. Gosh, he was too cute. You don’t think he even realises that he spaces out quite often and quite obviously in front of you. And that makes you feel somehow even more of an evil old witch feeling like you’re corrupting him when you’re just have dessert.

“I-I didn’t say it to- Oh. Damn. I fell for it again.” He realises halfway again when you start chuckling under your breath at his horrified expression while he only smiles, throwing his head back on the leather seat of the booth.

“I’m s-sorry,” you’re still giggling and your heart jumps when a pout is forming on his mouth, brows frowning at you, “it’s just too easy to tease you sweetheart.” Fuck, damnit. You needed to filter yourself a bit more because Jungkook’s cheeks are going bright red and he almost has his mouth hanging open again but this time with a slight smile on his facelike he can’t believe you said it again.

“I like it when you call me those names.” His voice is so soft that it’s almost a shy whisper but you just shut him down when you shrug.

“I call everyone that.”

“Well,” his tone defiant as he shrugs right back at you, “I still like it. You’re mean but I know you like me.” His tone is almost accusatory in the playful way kids tease each other on the playground and for the first time that day, you’re the one that’s pausing and watching him finish his yogurt with the proudest smile on his face while yours remains serious.

“You’ve got a mouth on you, don’t you?” He continues to smirk, shrugging once again as you just shake your head, finishing the delicious caramel treat while you two chat some more. You find out he lives at a frat – not surprising – studying film and photography – very surprising – and he just loves to work out. When you joke about him only coming to the gym to watch you, he’s back to being a stutter mess and it’s just hilarious and the cutest thing to watch him trip over his own words until he’s grumbling under his breath that you’re doing it on purpose. Which you don’t deny of course. He tells you about his hobbies that include singing, making beats, drawing and playing video games. Which you learn that he has an extensive collection of and it makes you feel wrong about being there with him even more. The boy talked about his PS4 like you talked about your PhD. Maybe even more passionate.

You seriously needed to not lead him on and just call it quits after tonight. He just looked too happy and cheery for you to cut it off in the middle and waltz out of there. So you opt for waiting until you’re about to leave and you decide you’ll apologize to him for taking up his time and let him know this will just have to end here. And it’s even worse when the waitress has come by to collect your empty glasses and makes a comment about how nice it is of him to take his older sister out for frozen yogurt. Fucking awkward is an understatement.

“That’s actually my girlfriend,” his tone is even, no sign of the flustered boy you’d witnessed just minutes before as he smiles proudly at the girl that’s closer to his age while she only looks at you both sheepishly, mumbling a sorry before bolting away from your table.

“What did you do that for?”

“She clearly saw we were flirting.”

“You still didn’t have to say that Jungkook,” you don’t sound angry nor you actually are angry. But you certainly don’t want him thinking he needs to shoo away every other college aged kid who thinks you’re his older sister than someone he wants to bone. And you do too, damn it.

He doesn’t get to find out too much about you, only that you work a lot – are the commanding manager of about a unit for 100 people and his eyes go wide while he tells you how cool that is. He’s certainly good for your ego, that’s for sure. By the time you’re both done – it’s been four hours since you two met up and you didn’t even realise how quickly the time went. It’s dark outside now and he’s walking you to your car when you decide you’re going to have The talk with him. That sounds like you’re going to teach him about the birds and the bees. Eugh. Why did you feel so damn old already. You’re at your car and you turn around to let him know exactly where this would be going. Nowhere. But your stomach is dropping, though you don’t get much out.

“I had a lot of fun but-” Because Jungkook has gently pushed you against your own car, threading one hand in your hair while the other pulls you closer by the waist like he’s done this a thousand times and finally – his lips have taken yours between his. You don’t fight him. You don’t push him away or even make a noise of protest which is exactly the opposite of what you’d been constantly telling yourself the whole time you’d been on the date.

Instead, you kiss him back, opening your mouth when his tongue probes your mouth open, tangling his hot one with yours and you can’t help but moan at the delicious taste of the frozen yogurt as well as something that you can only guess is distinctively him. His head is tilting to the other side as he starts placing short, open mouthed kisses on your lips again and you’re getting carried away before you finally give him a push back.

“Jungkook,” your breathless call of his name only has him leaning down to bite your lip tantalisingly – nothing like the shy, meek boy you’d been teasing all day.

“I like you. And I know you like me. There is no point in you trying to get rid of me.”

Well, when he puts it like that. That was pretty much true. And what do you know? Your mind is hazy from his skilful tongue and the taste of his lips and all you find yourself doing is nodding. He kisses you softly goodbye once more, making you promise to set up a date again.

You drive home, not knowing how the fuck a 21 yr old bunny boy had just turned the whole night around and had you putty in his hands – very strong and vascular you might add.

___________________________________________________________________________

It’s been a week since ‘the date’ and you’ve texted him non-stop. Well, he’s texted you and you hadn’tnotreplied to be more technical. Okay. Fine. You wanted to text him. It was like you were in college all over again when Jungkook actually was in college. But gradually, you’d stopped texting him to set up more dates when once again he’d been mistaken for your son, yes that’s right; people had no fucking sense of age difference and literally thought he was your son. Maybe because his face made him look younger underneath all his baggy clothes? But whatever it was; it really pissed you off and was a bitter reminder of your age difference. You two had only been getting coffee on your break just outside your office and the stupid barista – of all people – say that how nice it was that mother and son were having a coffee date. Since you’d offered to pay, Jungkook had been standing outside and didn’t hear any of it but that was the day you’d decided you really needed to put an end to this. If normal lay people were thinking all sorts of relationships that were definitely not romantic between you two – you can only imagine what your colleagues would think at the charity gals and events you had to attend throughout the year if you did end up dating him.

You can’t believe you had to succumb to society’s standards of what’s right and what’s not and end a relationship that you could see yourself in for a while. Oh well. Too bad. It’s over.

“You’re serious? Are you mad?” Seulgi is almost yelling at you.

“It’s the right thing Seul. He’s too young for me. I’ve had enough of people thinking I’m either his baby sitter, sister or his fucking mother for god’s sake.”

“You’re still bloody mad for cutting him off because of that. You like, barely give a shit about anything others say. Why now?”

Good question. Why now?

Maybe you just didn’t think you were good enough for him. Whatever. You weren’t going that rabbit hole. Seulgi is still cursing you out when you leave her place and head back to yours. It had been two weeks since you last saw or texted Jungkook. You’d gradually pulled away and hoped that he’d get the hint. But of course, he’d started to send you shirtless selfies, tempting you in to texting him back and it was embarrassing how much will power it took to not text him back. But it had to be done.

But what you don’t expect is him standing outside the building of your penthouse, talking to the guard like they were old pals and you almost want to bolt and hide before he sees you. In fact you are about to do exactly that but the stupid guard spots you. You take that bad. Bernie was the sweetest man alive.

“Miss, y/n! This young man has been waiting for you a while.” You’re glaring at him while Jungkook only sends you a sheepish wave – looking slightly nervous. “You never have guests so I thought it best to wait for you to let him in.”

“Thank you very much Bernie.” You glare at Jungkook again before smiling at Bernie again, “You did the right thing. Goodnight!” You don’t even bother with Jungkook because you know he’s following after you like a lost puppy with his black hoodie and black sweats basically making him look like an oversized puppy.

“Y-Y/n, hey!” You’re getting on the elevator and Jungkook has just managed to slip in before the doors close.

“What are you doing here, Jungkook? Don’t you know this is stalking?” You’re only trying to scare him but he looks slightly tipsy when you take a look closer and smell the sweet smell of apple cider on him and he is looking way too smug for his own good at this moment.

“Nope. Not when you want me here.” You just roll your eyes, ignoring him as you walk out to your penthouse, Jungkook still following in but now he was ‘ooh’ and ‘aaah’ing at your place. It must definitely be an upgrade from the frat he lived in and you still can’t figure out why you let him in and didn’t kick him to the curb.

Setting down your stuff in your room and telling Jungkook to stay in the living room, you’re just about to take off your formal button up when you hear his deep voice that almost has you screaming.

“Jungkook! This is my room. I was about to change.” He only pouts, leaning against the door, looking too cute for his own good as your heart pounds. You missed his bunny smile, his dimples and the little scar on his cheek. Fuck you were in deep. Denial that is.

“Why have you been ignoring me? I’ve missed you.” Your heart clenches. No one has ever said those words to you except Seulgi. And you suddenly want to hear them again.

“I told you I was busy and that we.. we can’t continue. I’m sorry.” He tsks, stepping inside your room, lazily walking to your bed and plopping down right in front of you, thighs spread wide and you can’t help but notice how loose his pants were and how thick his thighs were…

“Can you say that without staring at my dick?” What? Your mouth is wide open at how bold he’s being. It has to be the alcohol but still – you can’t help the slight shiver of arousal with the way he says that, hands resting behind him – looking all too comfortable on your bed.

“You’re clearly drunk. Sleep it off on the couch or the guest bedroom and leave without telling me.” Maybe too harsh. But it needed to be said. Apparently he didn’t think so because just as you’re pulling on his hand to get him up – he’s instead pulled you forward in a harsh tug, right on top of him as your hair hangs on one side while his hands pulls your thighs on either side of him making you straddle him. Fucking hell. What was happening. Drunk Jungkook had moves.

“You want me. I want you. Why are you being difficult. Is it what all those people say or is it me?”

You hate yourself – or probably will in the morning but you say it anyway. Lying straight to his face. “It’s you. I want a man Jungkook. Not a boy.”

The dead silence in the room is making you increasingly nervous because like usual, you can’t read Jungkook at this moment. He’s simply staring at you. And when a minute passes and he’s still staring at you – you decide it’s probably a good time to get off of this compromising position and that’s the exact time Jungkook has you flipped over. A surprised gasp is falling from your lips when you’re the one laying on your soft bed while Jungkook towers over you. His musky scent surrounding you and you have to refrain from taking a deep breath. Fuck he even smelled good.

“Yeah? When did you actually get laid by a ‘man’ exactly?”

“T-That’s none of your conce- Oh!” His hand had slipped right up your skirt, palming roughly at your underwear that’s absolutely ruined and even you’re surprised how fast it got to the state it was in.

“Hm,” he continues to slowly circle your clit with the whole of his palm, over your panties and you’re falling back on the bed, moaning out because he was right. Again. Fuck. It had been a while since you’d slept with someone. “That’s what I thought,” he leans in close to your face, bypassing your lips to whisper in your ear, “noona.”

The moan you let out is of appreciation and it truly is embarrassing how fast you’ve given in, letting Jungkook have his way with you.

“Jungkook you need to g-go.” And the brat has the nerve to scoff while he looks down at his hand palming you, his other spreading your legs further as your skirt has now completely ridden up to your waist – your ruined panties in full sight and the sticky, erotic sounds are starting to surface as you leak more and more arousal.

“No. I need to remind you that I’m not a fucking teenager.” And just to test him, you stare him right in the eyes, almost challenging while still breathing harder with each roll of his palm on your clit.

“And how exactly are you going to do that, kid?”

You’re not sure where all this confidence has come from suddenly because he doesn’t look THAT tipsy anymore. Slightly flushed face but he seems perfectly steady. And then he leans down close to your face, breathing on your lips.

“By fucking the wit out of you, Noona.” His smile is saccharine sweet while you’re losing your mind now. The filthy, scandalous words from his usually innocent disposition have you feeling hot all over. Not to forget that he was built like a powerhouse. And the face of an angel and suddenly you have the urge to kiss him. And you do. Moaning in his mouth as he returns the passion with which you’d grappled his face and brought it down to yours.

You can’t remember how long you made out with him on your bed, skirt pushed high and his hand still working between your legs. But when you feel the familiar knot in your stomach, you’re pushing him back until he finally relents and breaks the connection between you two, sitting up. His hair is a mess, his lips are swollen and you know you don’t look any better.

Still the longer you stare at him, the more apprehensive you start to get. And Jungkook must have noticed because in a swift pull, he’s pulling off his hoodie, wearing nothing underneath and if you weren’t so tuned on, you’d roll your eyes that he’d thought he’d be getting lucky. Which he was but that wasn’t the point.

“Y/N.” You just stare at his defined abdominals, completely in awe at his youthful, tight body that has your mouth salivating. You weren’t so shabby yourself but nowhere near Jungkook. “I’m going to fuck you on this bed, on the kitchen counter, on the couch,” he looks out at your balcony before looking back at you again, “on your balcony and every other surface on this house until you admit you want me.”

You’re speechless and so fucking turned on and Jungkook doesn’t waist any time in ripping your shirt open as the buttons fly everywhere. Shimmying you out of your skirt and taking his own sweats off. You know you’re gawking. There was no other reaction that you could have. The boy was long, girthy and incredibly veiny that your pussy was clenching around nothing. All speech had left you and you were glad that Jungkook had taken the reigns when it was usually you. But maybe you felt something for him and maybe there was more involved than just a high libido and hormones that had you so stationary. Thankfully you don’t need to stand there and contemplate the deeper meaning of this rendezvous because Jungkook is pushing you on the bed, similar position to before but now no fabric between the both of you. His skin is laced with a healthy glow as he ogresses his warm body over yours and just the feeling of it has you moaning his name. He’s spread your legs wide, hitching them up his waist and with one thrust, he’s all the way in.

“Jungkook!” You’re so slick and wet that no lubricant is needed as his impressive girth stretches open your pussy until it stings deliciously – the pussy lips hugging his hardened cock, all puffy and swollen as he looks down at where both of you are connected. And as gone as you are, you can finally see the sweat dripping down his face and see that his resolve isn’t as steely as he’s trying to portray.

“I-I’m clean y/n. I just couldn’t wait I needed to be inside your cunt. Fuck.” His growl is sending electric shocks straight to your pussy and all you can do is nod and let him know it’s okay, you were on the pill. Maybe you were being a little too reckless but everything you did with Jungkook was reckless. So you guess this was inevitable.

“Ah.” The high pitched mewl leaving your lips is unavoidable when Jungkook finally starts to speed up, thrusting in and out in a steadily increasing rhythm. He’s utterly concentrated on your face that thrown back in unbelievable pleasure. Is this what you’d been missing out on? Because he’s fucking you so good that tears are welling up in your eyes with each thrust that pushes you slightly forward on the bed.

“Yeah? Like this?” your vigorous nodding is confirming the angle at which he’s snapping his hips in to you, his balls making an absence sound that even makes you bite your lip shyly every time they smacked against your ass.

“Yeah. F-Fuck. Jungkook, right t-there.” Jungkook had pushed a leg up high, almost making it stand up straight in the air as he ruts his hips in yours, the wet sounds of your continuous leaking only making a mess on your nice Egyptian cotton sheets but you couldn’t careless when you were getting the shit fucked out of you. God, bless young men and their stamina.

“Your cunt is so tight. Fuck, fuck. I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long noona. Your pussy is so wet. Just like I imagined.” You’re whimpering when his thumb has slipped down to rub circles in your clit as he continues to snap his hips forward in a punishing pace, now knowing that he’d thought about you like this before – unsurprisingly. But it’s the way he growls out his words like he’s mad that his fantasies weren’t just mere fantasies but actually a reality. You could relate. Jungkook was just as good as you thought he wouldn’t be. Caring, smart, sweet and now you knew, an excellent lover.

You can feel the familiar knot in your stomach tighten rapidly now that he’d started to strum your clit in time with his snapping hips. You’re crying out high pitched moans with each thrust and every so often, Jungkook spreads or pushes your legs up to target another area in your pussy you didn’t even know existed. And just in seconds, it’s like your orgasm sneaks up on you because suddenly you’re screaming out as a gush of wetness is releasing around Jungkook’s thrusting cock.

“Fuck yeah. Keep cumming on my cock like that noona. Fuck.” He’s cursing like a sailor and you know your pussy muscles clenching around his still hardened length must be torturous but you don’t have time to either recover or offer to help. Because Jungkook is picking you up – cock still inside you and all – and does what you only think he said for the imagination. He’s opening your balcony door, stepping outside and bracing you against the railing, your arms going around his neck on instinct when you look down at how high up you are.

“J-Jungkook.”

“I’ve got you Noona. I told you I’m going to fuck you everywhere in this house.” His eyes are tense and he looks like a man on mission. You can see the buildings opposite yours. They aren’t close enough that they would be able to see every explicit detail but they are far enough to spot two completely naked figures – doing something that you’ve only seen in movies. But all thought flies out of your head when Jungkook is starting to thrust inside you again.

“Oh… Jungkook. Y-You’re so,” you hiccup, “big… ah.” His speed had increased. He hadn’t cum and he was desperate for a release right now with the way he was rutting in to you. Your hands had automatically gone to either side of you to steady yourself by grabbing on to the railings as you’re pushed upwards and then down again and then upwards again with every thrust of his cock inside you. The thrill of knowing there could be people watching you right across the other residential building has you building back up to the brink again so fast and Jungkook’s dirty mouth isn’t helping.

“You like this don’t you, noona? The fact that anyone could be watching us. Watching me pound this big cock inside you. I just wish they could see the way your cunt stretches around me too.” He’s saying the last bit in a hiss as he looks down between the two of you and suddenly you want to make him cum; because you were about to.

“J-Jungkook, I’m going to cum again. P-Please.”

“Play with your tits. C’mon. I know you’re just as filthy as you pretend to not be. Come one. Give us a show.” Damn his tantalising mouth because despite the fear of letting go of one of the railings is there, you’re far too gone to even care about your safety as your hand is on your breasts, pinching, pulling and moaning loud like a porn star. All your inhibitions were gone and this was pure, raw, need. And Jungkook was more than happy to oblige.

“Yeah, just like that. Pinch your nipples noona. I wanna suck them so bad. So pink and pretty.” And just then he’s leaning forward and taking one nipple in his mouth, pace somehow increasing and after a few minutes of sounds of skin against skin, crying moans that have tears streaming down your face; Jungkook cums with a shout.

“Fuck, y/n! I’m cumming. I’m filling this pussy up. Oh god. You’re so tight.” He’s come so much that it’s spilled around his length that’s still thrusting inside you, a little slower but still milking out every last drop – an obscene squelching sound echoing with the amount of cum that was pushed back in and pulled back out with his cock. You’d cum with him inside you and were now just holding on to him before you passed out and possibly fell over the balcony and died.

After catching your breath, Jungkook slowly lets you down – your legs all but jelly.

“You okay?” He asks gently, holding on to your waist to steady your swaying body that had been almost fucked to death. Really. Bless Jungkook’s hips. The boy had more horsepower than actual horses probably did. You expect him to walk you inside the bedroom again but he gently pushes you back against the railing again.

“Jungkook, no more I’m sore,” you pat his cheek softly but he only smiles his bunny smile – contradicting the way he’d fucked you not even just minutes ago almost violently – before he’s sliding down on his knees. Gently he’s bringing one up and placing it on your shoulders and it hits you.

“I’m sensitive, Jungkook.” Though it wasn’t an excuse for him to stop. You just never had anyone want to go down on you after they’d finished inside and the fact that Jungkook wanted to makes you horny all over again. Your libido was turning in to one of a college boy too.

“I’m just cleaning you up. I bet we taste better than the froyo,” his cheesy wink has you pinching his cheek as a smirk finds its way to your face. Though it’s wiped pretty quickly when you feel his warm tongue part your ruined, puffy folds. Slowly licking away the white stickiness of your combined fluids. And it doesn’t help when he’s moaning in your pussy like he’s just had the best dessert ever and you’re back to holding the railing again to steady yourself.

“F-Fuck. Jungkook, you’re so good baby. So good.” His eyes are lighting up at your praise and he gets slightly too enthusiastic when he licks up your clit but apologises when you wince in sensitivity.

“Am I good boy noona? Cleaning you up.” Your hands are threading in his luscious hair as your head is thrown back – in absolute heaven despite the twitching in your body from being so sensitive.

“So good baby. You’re the best. Such a good boy. Noona’s special boy.” And when he’s made you cum one more time, you’re just about to fall and thankfully, he’s carrying you inside the bedroom. Finally, you’re both on the bed and he’s already made you the little spoon, cuddling you from behind. You both lay in comfortable silence. Like you’ve both done this a thousand times.

“I do really like you Y/N. Please like me back.” Your heart is about to burst at his meek voice that comes from behind you sometime in the night. The only light in the room is the moonlight shining in because you forgot to close the curtains. And you can’t help but tell all your negative thoughts to shut the fuck up, force yourself to face him before you place a sweet, chaste kiss on his lips.

“I do really like you. Please stay.”

And he just smiles his sleepy, dimply smile. Both of you content in this moment.

a/n: im going to YEET out of here. thanks for reading and let me know if you liked it?? kinda??

#bts #bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader

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dylan-o-yumm · 5 years

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A smut with Nero. Where the crew doesn't know of your relationship, but after a rough night they find out.

(Forgive me for I have SINNED. Sip your holy water before and after reading)

Warning : Smut (obviously), cursing, long fic (2k+)

You were trapped between the cold shower wall and Nero’s warm body, the two confusing your senses on whether to focus on the nipping chill of the wall pressed against your back or the hot mouth devouring your chest. The room was small, so small that neither of you could do anything but stand or awkwardly crouch, but neither of you would be doing that. You hated that you were stuck on the road, practically forced to use the small shower inside Nico’s van for your naughty times, since there was absolutely no chance you were able to wait another night.

You hadn’t seen Nero for a week since he was stuck on a mission. You all but forced Nico to take you along to pick the devil hunter up from where he was stationed, along with Lady as well. Nero was working with Dante and Trish, the mission seeming bigger than what they’d originally thought it to be, causing them to need more help and also more time. Nico let you tag along without questioning why you were so hell bent on coming with, picking up Nero easily. Dante and Trish took longer, giving you and your devil hunter some time to catch up.

However in that time, you had unknowingly teased one another beyond belief, to the point where your lingering stares would cause inappropriate sensations to… rise in Nero’s pants. You settled on squeezing your thighs together while all he could do was cover himself with a pillow off of the vans small couch. It would have been a hilarious situation had you been able to sneak off easier and relieve a little tension. However, since no one knew of your relationship with Nero, it made for even more awkward situations. For you and Nero, that is. everyone else was oblivious.

Dante and Trish came back and night time quickly rolled around. Nico ordered everyone to get some sleep and that they’d head out in the morning, much to yours and Nero’s disappointment. But… there was no way in hell you were waiting another night.

Dante slept on the couch in the back of the van while Lady had the floor. Trish took the small couch while Nico had the drivers seat. Nero was going to have the passengers seat and you the floor with lady, but you had other arrangements. Tip toeing over to Nero was the easy part, everyone fell asleep with ease while you were left awake with nothing but naughty thoughts keeping you awake. Nero seemed to be the same as he was also awake, slowly getting up out of his seat to sneak into the bathroom with you. No one stirred or shifted, meaning you were in the clear as long as you kept quiet.

So thats how you landed here, with your shirt discarded, bra off and Nero’s lips sinfully licking and kissing your chest while his index and middle fingers invaded your panties. His digits stroked your folds, teasing your hole and ever so softly grazing over your clit, applying just enough pressure to make you shudder and cover up a moan by biting your bottom lip harshly. His pants were at his ankles, your hand hidden in his boxers as you stroked his length and teased his tip with your thumb, smearing precum up and down his shaft to make him be able to slide in easier. He hid his moans and gasps by sucking purple bruises not the skin between your breasts, where no one would be able to see.

“Think your ready for me, princess?” He whispered as he panted against your wet, saliva covered chest. His chest was still covered by his shirt and you wished he’d take it off, but you were too focused on the task at hand, needy and desperate for him to fill you up. You nodded, having you wrap your free hand around his jaw and bring his face up to meet yours, unable to speak as his fingers pressed firmly against your clit and stayed there for what felt like a lifetime. His cheeks were tinted pink and you were sure yours would be too, lips swollen from rough and needy kisses you exchanged as you snuck in the small space earlier.

Nero’s fingers disappeared from your throbbing bundle of nerves, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of your pants and panties. He tugged them down your legs until they dropped to your feet and hung around your ankles, then you did the same to him, pulling his boxers down his thighs to free his aching, hard cock. He hissed as the cool air hit his hot and sensitive area, eyes glancing down to both yours and his privates before coming up to stare lustfully into your eyes. You were both incredibly needy and desperate.

“Think you can keep quiet?” He asked genuinely as he inched closer and took a hold of his member in one hand while the other wrapped around your waist and pressed against your butt to angle your waist to his. You shuddered as he brushed against your folds, teasing where you wanted him the most. You sucked in a breath as you nodded once again, unable to trust your voice. A part of you knew you’d have a lot of trouble keeping quiet, but you were far too desperate to tell him no and give up this already pleasurable experience.

With your confirmation, Nero bought his lips to yours as he slowly pushed himself inside. He bit your bottom lip to keep himself from being loud but that only prompted you to let out a wanton moan as he slid in deeper, nice and slow so you could feel every vein along his shaft as you swallowed him whole. His lips devoured yours, covering your mouth to keep you from making another noise, not letting you up for a breath until he was fully sheathed inside you.

“You said you could keep quiet” Nero hissed as he stilled his hips, forcing himself to not move was a lot harder than he thought, wanting to desperately begin thrusting, but he needed you to somehow stay quiet. He couldn’t have you waking everyone up and therefore letting the cat out of the bag about your unknown relationship. You whimpered, trying to move your hips but he kept you pressed firmly against him with the one hand on your backside, preventing you you grinding along his length. You almost wanted to cry, finally having him where you want him but unable to please yourself fully.

“I’ll keep quiet, I promise. Please, Nero just move already!” You pleaded in a hushed whisper, neediness filling your voice like some cheep pornstar. Nero smirked. That damn smirk, it’ll be the end of you some day. He braced one arm on the shower wall beside your head, getting real close so that you could feel his hot breath fanning over your cheek, while the other hand that was originally on your ass, slid down to your thigh. He swiftly hitched up your leg, keeping his hand firmly pressed against the smooth skin along the underside as he pushed until your knee was brushing against the wall. You hissed at the stretch, but learned to keep quiet enough that no one outside would hear.

Nero moved his hips back, sliding out of you nice and slowly until he completely removed himself from within you. The hand that was resting against the wall shifted, moving to fit over your mouth and press tightly while his elbow replaced where his hand one was, keeping his closeness. Without a warning, apart from that damn smirk coming back as his eyes connected with yours, he quickly snapped his hips forward, settling nice and deep within you in one quick movement that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You were lucky his hand was covering your lips, muffling any and all sounds that he drew from you as he repeated the same motion of pulling all the way out and slamming back in quickly.

Your mouth hung open, saliva covering his palm while whines and mewls spilled from your lips and into his hand. Your walls clenched around him sporadically, wanting to keep him inside you for longer periods of time, noticing how the more he thrust in and out, the easier he slid in with your mixed juices creating a nice lubricant. His panting in your ear pushed you further to the edge, his face inches away from yours so you could see all of his arousing expressions. Your favourite was when he squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his lips into a thin line, doing everything in his power to keep quiet.

“I don’t think… I can last much lon-ger. I’ve missed this feeling… too much - agh, fuck!” Nero was quiet right up until he swore. He stilled his movements, knowing he was very loud and possibly woke someone up. His nails dug into your thigh in anticipation, wide eyes staring into yours as you both waited to listen for any movement or voices outside the bathroom. You counted the seconds that ticked by, five… six… seven… until you were sure you were in the clear. Nero however, was still worried. You rolled your hips, able to do so since he wasn’t holding you back anymore. The action caused him to hiss and bite his lip, extra cautious of his noises now.

He began moving his hips again, still keeping an ear out. You rolled your hips in time with his now quick but soft thrusts, wanting him to let loose again. Eventually you got what you wanted, his hips slapping against yours, the sound of wetness and skin against skin made you fear of being too loud again but you were both so close, teetering on the edge of orgasm. Your hands left Nero’s shoulders, only just now realising thats where they were the whole time, scratching red lines into his pale skin, bringing your fingers to your hair and pulling as you shook each time he hit that perfect spot within you.

“As much as I love your noises when you cum, you’re gonna have to make it a quiet one” Nero huffed against your ear, his arm hooking under your leg to hoist it up higher as his fingers curled back to brush and touch where you two where connected, unable to reach your clit at the awkward angle. Instead you bought one of your own hands down, sliding down your still wet chest first to coat a finger in Nero’s saliva before bringing it to your clit. You rubbed circles onto the sensitive nub, fast and with enough pressure to make your legs twitch.

You came undone then and there, shuddering and whining like a cat as you clenched around Nero’s throbbing length, coating him in your release. The feeling sent him spiralling, hips stuttering and shaky breaths escaping his lips as he quickened his pace, riding out your high and quickly sending you into overstimulation. You whimpered and cried against his palm, twitching and shaking with each pass of his shaft through your soaking and aching core. He came as you spasmed around him, gasping deeply, mouth hanging open and eyes screwed shut. He spilled his seed deep within your walls, coating your insides with his warmness as his hips slowed, riding the wave of his pleasure as he came to a still.

“Are you okay?” Nero asked, voice still at a whisper even though you were previously almost sobbing his name right as you came. You nodded lazily, exhaustion taking over quickly as he lowered your leg before slipping out of you, your combined fluids running down your leg, which he admired for a brief moment before quickly reaching for a cloth and wiping you clean before he did the same to himself. He tossed the cloth in the small bin beside the toilet, not wanting anyone to mistakenly use it. He focused back on you, bending down to pick up your panties and pants, pulling them up your legs until they sat nicely on your hips once again.

“I think I’m gonna pass out” You chuckled, fighting back a yawn. Nero scoffed, grabbing your shirt off the floor and shaking it out before handing it up to you, pulling his pants back on as he came to stand in front of you again. He let you pull your shirt on before gently wiping the hair out of your face, bringing his lips close to press a kiss to your sweaty forehead as he smiled.

“You good? Lets go get some sleep, yeah?” He mumbled against your forehead, pressing another kiss after you nodded briefly. He pulled away and reached for the door, opening it slowly to not wake anyone, though you were certain if they could sleep though the two of you fucking in the other room of the van, they hopefully wouldn’t wake up to a door sliding open. Only to your surprise and Nero’s horror, as soon as the door opened, the lights were on and everyone was sitting around the little table, as if waiting your you. Dante and Lady sat on the floor while Nico stood behind them, Trish sat on the chair.

“Finally! Will you two let us get back to sleep without shaking the van this time?” Nico huffed with annoyance in her tone, glaring at Nero as he stepped into the already cramped space, which you followed and cringed at all the eyes staring at you. Dante and Trish were smirking while Lady didn’t seem to mind all too much. Your face was hot and red… and not from your previous activities.

“Why didn’t you tell us you two were a thing?” Lady asked sweetly, seeming excited that you and Nero were together.

“What, like you didn’t know! I called it from day one. I said you two would be a cute couple and now here we are…. Anyway, next time be a little more gentle, I thought the van was gonna topple over for a second there” Dante addressed lady before turning to Nero, seeming unfazed by the fact you two were literally just having sex, the afterglow still present in both your eyes.

“I’m going to kill you” Nero deadpanned at his uncle, stomping off to the back of the van with a bright red face, leaving you to twiddle your thumbs and smile innocently…

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yangssunglasses · 4 years

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Femsasusaku request. How about one where it's sasuke's birthday and as a extra present sasuke's girlfriend (aka sakura) gives sasuke a sexy strip tease lap dance? If you want to.

Thanks for a great prompt! I decided to make it a Valentine’s fic, then thought “what the heck” and ended it with a lemon. Sorry it’s a day late, editing took forever. I hope you like it! :)

Length: 2k

Warning: PWP

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In Her Lap

Sakura really didn’t expect anything special from Sasuke for the Valentine’s. Her girlfriend had scorned that day since their Academy years. When Sakura had asked her for a reason, Sasuke had told her that she found the notion of setting one arbitrary date to celebrate romantic love utterly ridiculous. Sakura suspected the animosity might have stemmed more from Sasuke’s deep dislike of sweets. The tradition of gifting home-made chocolate to men she had no interest in also didn’t help.

Sakura was blindsided when the same Valentine-hating Sasuke not only gifted her chocolate, but also surprised her with a romantic candle-lit dinner in their house. Sakura bought her flowers, red roses to symbolize her passionate love, but she felt that wasn’t quite enough to repay her for all that effort.

“Sasuke, is there anything I can do for you?” she asked as they cuddled together on the couch, sipping from wineglasses as a romantic comedy played on the big screen of their TV. “To repay you for this wonderful evening?”

Sasuke sighed. “You don’t need to repay me. Just… be yourself. That’s all you need to do,” she said with a fond look.

Sakura couldn’t help herself, she kissed those gently smiling lips and for several pleasurable minutes they made out on the couch. “How was that?” she asked, leaning over her thoroughly kissed girlfriend. “Enough like myself?”

Sasuke licked her ravished lips and nodded.

A familiar beat came from the TV and Sakura glanced over. A girl in the movie was gyrating her hips on top of her boyfriend, but still fully clothed, no doubt for some hilarious purposes given that it was a comedy. A lightbulb switched on in Sakura’s head and she grinned. Maybe this was the wine in her talking, but she’d just had a brilliant idea.

“Sit up,” she told Sasuke as she hopped off the couch. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Sasuke did as bidden, then gave her a raised brow as if asking ‘okay, what’s next?’

Sakura started dancing to the beat of music on TV, then slowly unzipped her red shirt as she bent down to her girlfriend, giving her a generous view down her cleavage before kneeling over her lap.

“What are you doing?” Sasuke asked, amused but interested.

“I’m giving you a lap dance,” Sakura whispered seductively into her ear as she moved her body in rhythm to the music, undulating her hips up and down in a wave-like motion.

Sasuke still had an uncertain look in her dark eyes, along with a very appreciative gleam, but she had too much pride to voice her question. That was alright, Sakura intended to show her the meaning of a lap dance anyway, not talk about it.

The pink-haired woman bent backwards and shrugged off the shirt off her shoulders without stopping the movement of her hips. Next, she ran one hand from the waistband of her skirt up the middle of her body, circling her navel on the way up, then between her mounds and ending at her throat. The gesture brought attention to how muscles in her abdomen rippled and shifted under her porcelain skin while she danced. Sakura gave Sasuke a coy smirk and moved her hands over her lacy red bra, as if feeling herself up, before reaching back and unclasping it.

Sasuke’s mouth turned dry. She stared in rapture as Sakura took off her bra and dropped it on the floor. Her perky tits jiggled from the rocking of her pelvis, light pink nipples standing up in the cooler air of the room. She cupped her breasts briefly, rubbing her own nubs with a soft moan. Sasuke’s hands flew to her hips, but Sakura grabbed them and put them back on the couch.

“No touching, this is a lap dance,” she reprimanded teasingly, knowing full well that her naked chest brushed against Sasuke’s face when she leaned closer.

Sasuke bit her lip and nodded in acceptance of the new rule. Sakura smiled and gave her a lightning-fast peck on the lips before drawing back.

She started singing along with the song, naughty lyrics getting her even more into the mood. To spice things up, Sakura stood again and turned around, still dancing. Then she shimmied her skirt down her hips and legs, exposing the red lacy panties and pantyhose from the matching set. She gave Sasuke a provocative look over her shoulder, then slapped her own butt, making the juicy soft flesh jiggle. Still shaking her hips to the beat, she backed into the couch, bending forward with hands on knees as she twerked her peach-like behind over Sasuke’s lap until the music cut off and the film moved on to the next scene.

Sakura’s dance came to a halt and she craned her neck to look back at Sasuke. She felt powerful in her own skin, sure of her sexuality and prowess. It was a heady feeling, better than any aphrodisiac known to her. Her green eyes were darker, pupils blown up with arousal as she met her girlfriend’s sizzling gaze. It gave her even more of a kick that she was capable of putting such a lustful look on this reserved, regal woman. A strong current of desire charged the space between them. “How was it? Did you like my lap dance?” Sakura asked breathlessly.

Instead of answering, Sasuke snaked her hands around Sakura’s middle and pulled her down to sit in her lap. “You know I did,” she said in a raspy, low tone as she nosed over the side of Sakura’s delicate neck. “Though it was a bit… unsatisfying,” she added, blowing at the earlobe, then nipped it lightly.

Sakura squeaked as Sasuke’s hands went up and took possession of her breasts. She arched her body into the warm touch. “Ah… but the satisfaction is supposed to come after the lap dance,” she remarked smartly. Then Sasuke kissed her neck and rubbed her sharp peaks skillfully and she lost the ability to think.

“Sa-Sasukeee…” she moaned, gripping her lovers’ thighs. “Ahh…” she sighed.

One slim hand slid down over her taut abdomen and slipped between her legs. Sakura opened them wider, eager for the touch. Sasuke’s hot breath hitched. “You’re this wet already?” she asked with amusement colouring her voice on par with deep arousal as she idly stroked the silky petals with sweeping motions.

“Please…” Sakura whispered raggedly, thrusting her hips into the caress, begging for more.

Sasuke pushed a single long digit inside her and it went in with a sucking sound. Sakura’s inner walls clenched on it and she gave a keening moan.

“Fuck,” Sasuke hissed and pulled her hand away. Sakura whined and bucked in disappointment, but then Sasuke had her turn around in her lap and devoured her mouth in a hungry kiss. Sakura returned it with fervor, their lips and tongues tangling together in an intimate dance. As they deepened their kiss, she raised one knee and eased it between Sasuke’s legs to very deliberately start rubbing on her heated crotch through the black pants.

Sasuke drew back with a husky moan and Sakura went on attack without hesitation, necking her passionately while she unbuttoned the purple blouse. She kept grinding on Sasuke’s slit through the clothes as she found her pulse point and sucked onto it with relish, at the same time pushing down the sexy black bra and plucking at the small brown nipples.

“Ngh… Saku-Sakura…” Sasuke moaned, spurring on her pink-haired lover.

Sakura kissed over Sasuke’s cleavage and breast, then closed her mouth around a hard nub. Her girlfriend arched her back with a moan, offering up her chest for ravishment and Sakura took it up, licking, nipping and sucking the creamy flesh. The material of Sasuke’s pants was getting in the way, so she deftly opened the button and slipped her hand inside. She brushed past the trimmed little patch of hair and went straight for her prize. Sasuke gasped and bucked her hips wildly, reaching the crest of pleasure as her lover mercilessly stroked her hidden pearl.

“Ahh… Saku-… Sakura!” Sasuke cried out and with a quiver came all over Sakura’s fingers.

The intense release made her feel all relaxed and fuzzy and she looked at Sakura with hooded, sated eyes. The woman slowly pulled her hand out and kissed Sasuke on the cheek. “Good, love?” she asked to make sure.

Sasuke nodded lazily, but then her eyes narrowed when she realized Sakura had gotten her completely sidetracked from her original intentions. She growled low in her throat and pulled her lover up by her shoulders. “Get over there, I have to taste you,” she ordered.

Sakura blushed, but she couldn’t deny the flood of juices soaking into her panties at her girlfriend’s command. She scrambled up on her feet and Sasuke wasted no time to slide the lacy underwear off her smooth, stocking-clad legs. Sakura put one knee on the back of the couch, leaving herself open and vulnerable for her lover’s viewing pleasure. Sasuke eyed her blooming flower hungrily, then spread the dripping folds with her fingers and delicately dove in.

The sensation of the first wet lick of the tongue over her slit had Sakura crying out in surprise. Her hips rocked forward, seeking more contact with her lover’s mouth, and she ground her needy pussy all over her face. Sasuke grabbed her girlfriend’s butt to keep her still as she ate her out, thrusting a tongue inside. She explored every nook and cranny of the slippery depths, savouring Sakura’s intimate taste as she licked off all of the flowing honey.

Sakura gave a high-pitched moan when Sasuke’s soft lips encircled her throbbing clit and gently sucked it into a warm mouth. Her legs trembled under her and she panted, the scorching pressure in her groin becoming unbearable.

“Sasuke, I’m-ah!… ah, close… Please, don’t… stop,” she whimpered between hoarse moans.

Knowing this, her lover doubled her efforts, laving and lapping on Sakura’s sensitive, swollen nub with her tongue as she delved a long finger into the greedy little hole that clamped down on it snugly. Sakura braced herself on the couch and screwed her eyes shut, the pleasure in her core reaching the boiling point before it erupted.

Sakura’s body lurched and she came with a strangled cry as she saw stars beneath her closed eyelids. The volcanic release rolled through her like a deep, rumbling earthquake and filled her veins with liquid magma. In the throes of her passion, a stream of love juices gushed out of her on Sasuke’s face.

Sakura’s supporting leg buckled under her and, lightheaded from pleasure, she slumped over before Sasuke helped her sit back down on her lap. With a content sigh, Sakura relaxed in her girlfriend’s steady embrace, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking.

When she regained her breath, she gave her lover a tender look.

“What is it?” Sasuke asked.

“I love you,” Sakura declared simply but with much feeling.

Sasuke blushed furiously. How funny that she was able to eat her out without a shred of shame but talking about their love embarrassed her like nothing else. “You don’t have to say it again,” she said with a grunt.

“I’ll say it as many times as I want and every time I would be even more in love with you,” Sakura replied resolutely.

Sasuke hugged her tighter, hiding her face against the pink hair. “Annoying,” she murmured.

“Do you like Valentine’s now?” Sakura asked with a mischievous smile when they parted.

Sasuke brow furrowed before she got the reference. “No. It’s still a ridiculous, arbitrary holiday.”

“But we had fun, didn’t we?” Sakura asked.

Sasuke smiled and nuzzled her. “Yeah,” she said softly into her ear.

The two lovers stayed like that for a while, reveling in their closeness, before gathering their clothes and relocating to the bedroom. This Valentine’s Day became one of their most treasured memories.

#sasusaku #femsasusaku #my fanfiction #smut

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dearcaptain99 · 5 years

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I missed you

Carol Danvers/Female Reader

Reader is part of the avengers too and was away for a mission for a time, your girlfriend Carol has missed you a lot.

Warnings: Angst, explicit language and smut.

English is not my first language, so sorry for any grammatical mistake.

Top reader.

Words: 2,669

Enjoy!

You were suffering a serious jetlag, even if you have powers you can't avoid to feel tired after not sleeping for more than 72 hours. You just came back from a mission with Clint and you are currently reporting to Fury the results.

"I'm fucking dying here" You said to no one specifically rubbing your temples.

"You look already like a zombie (Y/L/N), but please seriously don’t die, because if you do, you'll girlfriend will kill me. Even if we have been friends for long time and I'm basically the boss here, she kept sending me this glares of hate because I sent you away from her." Fury says while offering you some pill and water and Clint just laughs.

"I can imagine, just before we left, Carol came to me and whispered in my ear 'If you let something happen to (Y/N) I will kill you myself' I just nodded like a mad man and promised her that I would take care of her girl" Clint says laughing and scratching his tired eyes.

“Ohhh sorry for that, haha I guess she can be overprotective sometimes” You take the pill and drink some water. “I bet she misses me as much as I do” You tell them smiling and Fury and Clint just roll their eyes.

“You know; why don’t you go with her… I don’t want her to get mad at me again for retaining you. I can check the results of the mission with Clint here” Fury says while staring at you and Clint.

“Ammm” You turn to look at Clint who just nods and smiles.

“Yeah, I don’t have any problem (Y/N) you should go now, your girlfriend must be desperate to see you” Clint says while smirking at you and moving his eyebrows in suggestive way.

“Ass” You say to him while you stand up and grab your stuff. “I guess I’ll see you later gentlemen.”

“See you later (Y/L/N), hope you can have some decent rest… but I don’t think so” Says Fury waving his hand and smirking too, Clint is laughing louder now.

You are speechless and burning in shame “Bye” You said opening abruptly the door and walking as fast as you can while you hear them laughing.

“Idiots…” You say while you walk to the small suite you share with Carol since you two started dating a year ago. It’s 2 am and Carol must be already asleep. So you try you best to not doing too much noise to awake her. You miss her a lot, but Fury told you that she has been participating in lots of local missions too, so she probably is very tired too.

When you open the door you notice what everything is dark. You snap your fingers to generate a little flame in them to be able to watch while you are walking in the darkness.

The sitting room was empty as was the small kitchen area you almost never used. You shrugged your jacket and left it on the couch along with your backpack.

Then you moved to the bedroom area only to find Carol splayed out on the king-sized bed, in front of a muted TV. She was propped against the pillows, wearing a white t-shirt of the USA army and nothing else. Her nipples stuck out prominently against the fabric as her left hand alternated between them. Her right hand was between her legs.

The curtains of the bedroom have a little gap and you barely notice it as you watch Carol getting herself off. Her eyes were closed, mouth slightly open and whimpering as she worked her own clit. You wet your own lips, transfixed.

You observed for a long moment standing at the door, waiting for Carol to notice your presence. Then from the corner of your eye you notice what Carol was watching on the wall mounted plasma screen. You had to bite your lips to hold the laughter.

There were two chicks fucking each other...

"I must say" You finally speak, unable to contain yourself any longer. "This is way more entertaining than fighting with bad guys"

Carol’s hand froze as her eyes opened wide. "(Y/N)?" She said, her voice full of disbelief as she locks her hazel eyes into yours. "You are early".

"And still you got head start on me" You say smiling.

Carol grinned even as her cheeks went red. In seconds she was off the bed and across the room, clutching you tightly. "I missed you". The words came between wick and urgent kisses.

"Obviously" you replied, feeling Carol's nipples against your chest. She was visibly wet and you felt a familiar ache building between your own legs.

It's not common to Carol to feel embarrassed, but with you she's like a puppy. She always has this big dick energy around her; but sexually speaking, she's a sub and she totally likes when you take control. You notice her face turning an even deeper shade of crimson, she tried to pull back but you held her in place.

"You are cute when you are embarrassed" You say to her trapping her hands and bringing the right one to your lips "And you also smell really good"

"Do you like it?" She asks.

"What do you think?" You ask sucking Carol's index finger into your mouth and you enjoy the shiver she got in return.

Carol closes her eyes letting you do as much as you pleased. She eventually pulls back, but not before sealing her mouth with yours in another kiss. "Well, you were not here."

“But I’m here now… I have missed you so much.” You say kissing her while your hands grab her waist and going down to grab her ass, she whimpers and moans a little while kissing you, she puts her hands on your shoulders and you lift her and she wraps your waist with her strong legs. You walk into the room, breaking the kiss you delicately drop her on the bed and you sit at her side.

“I see that you are watching a poor choice of porn while I’m out” You say passing a hand through the middle of her legs and she only moans.

"I already said that you were not here and how do you know it's a 'poor choice" Carols breathless manages to say while she grabs your own hand to prevent to move further.

You laugh, "Did you pay any attention to the first few minutes, before they got down to business?"

"Not really, what’s the point?"

"Carol" You laugh... “It's a really bad movie, the brunette fucks the blonde girl while she calls her 'dirty coke whore"

"What... seriously?"

"Yeah"

"Seriously? I didn’t get any of that." A pause "Wait, how do you know this? Do you watch porn while I'm out for missions?"

"Sometimes, but it's not really as good as to be with you." You say grinning "Besides these things are hilarious"

Carol was silent for a moment, then she stands up and crossed to the nightstand where she left the remote.

"Carol, what are you doing? I didn't get here to watch porn, I want to sleep or better yet to get something a little more hands-on." You said exasperated.

"I know, I know babe and I love you. I couldn't be happier that you are back but..."

"But?"

"But, I'm just really curious right now and I have to see this. Two minutes, is all I ask."

You really love her, so you let her. You sigh as Carol picks the remote and sits down at the edge of the bed, you follow her nonetheless. "Come over here, baby" You say to her while sitting at the bed and resting you back at the bedhead.

Triumphant, Carol moves further onto the mattress. Still sitting up, she rests her head on your shoulder and you slip your arms around her. "I really did miss you" She says whispering.

"Yeah, I know." You reply, smirking and you drop a kiss into Carol's hair.

You let a hand run a slow trail towards Carol's center, you smile when Carol tangles your fingers together with hers, trying to increase your rhythm.

"Aren't you going to watch the porn"? You ask while kissing and biting her neck. Carol is whimpering.

"Fuck it." She hisses turning off the tv. She tosses the remote on the nightstand and shifts around to straddle your lap. Her hands move to your shirt.

"Woaaa that was quick, thought you were curious" You say between kisses.

"Shut up" Carol retorts as she tugs your shirt over your head and she latches on your pulse point attacking it with her tongue.

"You see... I'm much better that porn" You squeeze Carol's nipples through the fabric of her shirt, making her to moan. You are sure you don't cause pain but your movements are rougher than usual. "I'll make love to you" Her shirt was gone in a quick, fluid motion.

Carol moans and pushes harder against your lap.

You lick the area between Carol's breast and you roll over until you are hovered on top of Carol. She kisses you hard and you time your connected lips as you push two fingers into her.

Carol cries out against your mouth, blindly tangling her fingers on your hair. Your thrusts came hard and fast, brining Carol up and up until she can hardly breath past pleasure. She breaks away from the kiss to make her lungs work.

Your fingers drove on relentlessly, the heel of your hand slamming into Carol's clit every time. Carol's was about to scream your name when you suddenly stopped.

Carol groaned and left out a frustrated moan. "(Y/N) why the fuck did you stopped?!"

You smile, you have a hand buried in Carol completely still and the other goes to her chest. "Just to prove than I’m better than that crappy movie"

"(Y/N)" Carol's growls again but you can totally see she is grinning, you laugh and lower your mouth to Carol's left nipple, biting gently.

Carol jerks, her whole body rising up against yours and you start to move inside of her again, alternately kissing and sucking her breasts. Carol removes your bra with surprisingly steady hands, she tosses it aside and starts working on your already hard nipples.

You lost concentration for a few moments, it's sexy to watch Carol get herself off, but nothing compares to feeling those hands on your body. Regaining your composure, you speed up your motions, smiling as Carol moans underneath you.

You abruptly remove your finger and ignore the whimpers of protest of Carol as you move down the bed until your head is between Carol's legs. You watch in satisfaction how her legs shake under your gaze, you place a hand on either thigh and ease them father apart. Gently raking your nails across the sensitive flesh, you kiss and lick the places she just touched. Carol pushes up against your mouth.

You trail more kisses over both of Carol's inner thighs. Finally reaching the place Carol needs you the most, you let your mouth hover inches over your girlfriend's center.

Carol's eyes are closed tight. She's grabbing the sheets breathing in ragged gasps. You blow cool air against her clit and Carol makes a sound that she didn't even know she could make.

She is impossibly close, and so is your mouth.

Carol waits... and waits and waits… and when she is about to say something, you suck her clit into your mouth making Carol scream. You smile against Carol’s sex as she wraps her legs around you, you can feel her heel pressing into your back.

She buries a hand in your hair while she keeps her other hand clawed to the bedsheet. Her hips move instinctively, rolling upward every time your tongue rolls across her clit and you suddenly thrust again two fingers inside stretching her open.

Curling you fingers inside, you feast on Carol, you feel her shake as her inner walls beginning to tighten. "So" You say lapping her center, "Did you really miss me Captain?"

"Fuck" Carol gasped. "(Y/N)!!!"

"Answer or I'll stop" You reply to her slowing your trusts enough to make the point.

"YES! GOD YES!! You know..." She moans while you hit a particularly sensitive spot. "You know I did" Carols ground out, ready to lose herself to the pleasure.

"Yes, I know... I did miss you too" You murmur, carefully taking Carol's clit between your teeth. "Now come for me..."

You smile as Carol obeys, you close your eyes and deepen your thrusts, amused as always of your girlfriend's inability to keep quiet. You enjoy the sounds and the feel of Carol against you. You work your fingers inside of her until she eases away.

She breaths hard trying to stabilize her breathing.

You carefully remove your fingers from her and sit for a moment while you untie your boots and you stand up to take off your pants, you are in your underwear only. You take your place on the bed again beside Carol who is watching you with a smile on her face.

She leans in and kisses you, mapping your mouth with her tongue. You return the contact rubbing absent patterns across Carol's spine. Carol kisses you until the lack of oxygen make you break apart. You kissed her forehead. "I love you Carol" You say and she smiles again.

"I love you too (Y/N)" Carol shifts and straddles you, running her hands on your stomach. You smirk at the feeling of Carol's fingers on your legs. "My turn..."

-------

You wake up with a headache, you assume that you have overslept because Carol is no longer in bed and there’s light coming through a small space of the curtains.

You get up and feel all your body aching 'The night was really good' you think while you look in your drawer for underwear, pants and a shirt.

When you leave the room you notice that Carol is no longer in the suite, you check the time and realize that it’s past 2 in the afternoon.

"Shit!" You scream as you get in as fast as you can in the shower, and you put on your training clothes.

You head quickly to the gym where you assume that the rest of the team is, considering the time it is. When you arrive, they are all there in a half moon position. Carol is almost at the other end of you.

"Wow, it's nice to have you back here (Y / L / N) why do not you take your place please?" Fury says as he smirks at you and the rest of the avengers except Carol laughs.

You nod and avoid the look of everyone as you stand between Clint and Sam. You raise your eyes a little to make contact with Carol who is already watching you and she is blushing biting her lips.

"You had a great night I guess (Y / L / N), I have some sound complaints from the rest of the team for you and Danvers, next time try not to make much noise." Fury laughs while the others laugh too, you are too embarrassed that you are sure that you are about to explode at any moment.

"This would not have happened if you haven’t separate us for so long." Suddenly Carol's voice sounds over the laughter and everyone turns to see her, she’s blushing but smirking.

Everyone remains silent until Fury takes up the word again... "Ummm good, I need you to know that the special training room is out or service due to..."

You ignore Fury's words and you only watch your girlfriend who is staring at you and only winks and smiles while turning back to Fury to pay attention.

You just smirk and wet your lips while you turn to Clint who is looking at you and gives you a thumbs up.

#captain marvel #captain marvel imagine #captain marvel x reader #captain marvel x you #carol danvers #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers imagine #avengers imagine #marvel imagine #female reader #top reader

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bladekindeyewear · 5 years

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Boots reads Homestuck Epilogue(s) Part 5 - Meat Page 7

==>

Okay, time for Rose and Dirk to talk delicious politics or something.

Heh, customary show-end riots.

Rose, stop causing all of us undue alarm.

Ascending? Is she going to fade out into a concept or something???

Oh shit, Dirk’s doing something similar. Some sort of inevitability once God-Tier is reached or some such.

Dirk has a solution to the problem in the works. That’s... well, Rose already cautioned that that could be ominous. I hope it doesn’t involve decapitation. Or robot bodies, or turning her into an omniscient cueball or something.

==>

Okay, stage play time. I can see a weird-seeming text color choice for Caliborn down below, hm. Time to read down to there...

Ah, the classic finale-callback thumbs down. Nice.

...yeah, reinforcing the point he was trying to make a little less explicitly with his earlier finale of Homestuck that Lord English had really just, sort of, trapped them in this narrative that their ultimate reward would be to escape, realizing it never really mattered too much compared to their own long lives and happiness or something.

==>

Epilogue TWO?????? D:

Okay now it’s, like, Andrew commenting isn’t it.

Oh shit, it DOES suck them up and trap them? Huh. That explains how Jade was dealt with, I’d forgotten. Also because it was one of the huge goddamn unanswered fucking hugepoints that made it seem like a slap in the face when we were told it didn’t matter and-- yeah okay let me just keep reading.

Huh, broken glasses.

And, phew; the ages it takes is from an OUTSIDE perspective. Let’s see what it is from an inside perspective...

==>

Jaaaane!!! :D

Okay let’s read about Janey.

Mhmm, that’s not that surprising... Dirk knew that Karkat was going to run against Jane, but Jane didn’t, even though Dirk was ostensibly “working” for her. There’s definitely a plan here. Maybe it involves Jane and Karkat smooching publicly at the end. ...No, that’s just my wishful imagination talking, isn’t it.

Oh my god she’s screaming into a pillow at hearing she has competition. That’s adorable.

YES, JANE. UNDERESTIMATE KARKAT. YOU WILL FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM LIKE EVERYONE ELSE (though probably platonically). It does upset me that they’ve taken this long to really get acquainted, though; I’ve argued for years that their personalities are naturally compatible as the straight men for all their friends’ bullshit.

In fact, Jane is pretty sure that Karkat Vantas would probably literally burst into flame if too many people happened to look at him at the same time, like a vampire walking out into the sun.

Yes, but he’d get over it. And be a flaming president or something.

In fact, Jane cannot remember a single conversation she’s ever had with him that wasn’t about the economy. She thinks back to one time at John’s eighteenth birthday when Dave engaged her in a rigorous and rather one-sided debate about deregulation and the failure of “neoliberal austerity measures” until Karkat had to come over and put his hands over his roommate’s mouth to make him stop talking.

Oh my FUCKING god, it’s true. Dave’s appropriately liberal in the modern, Krugman-esque, statistically grounded way. Karkat has my vote already.

She’d be happy to accept a graceful, temporary defeat and let Karkat play president for a couple of years. After all, unlike her, he was not immortal.

Hey fuck you. Also, why the FUCK haven’t they used one of the myriad likely ways to extend Karkat’s lifespan basically indefinitely yet??? Heck, JANE could probably do it with Life powers if she crawled back out of her own butt! We already know the Condesce could extend other trolls’ lifespans with weird troll powers so Life powers are almost certainly enough to suffice. >:(

Ohhh, so maybe Jane is just, like... slightly traumatized by trolls? And thus a little tiny bit predisposed against trusting them cause of the Condesce? :(

Interesting how she views her past reliance on / pursuance of Jake as something that made her “weak” specifically.

Okay, I’m getting a slightly uncomfortable vibe that Jane is willing to almost play at seduction with Jake falsely to get his endorsement on--

And she’s willing to do more than that, too.

Okay FUCK, JANE. GET YOURSELF UNDER CONTROL. I’m starting to believe the shittalking the others have given about you! You’d better shape up by the end of this epilogue or what have you.

==>

Okay, trapped John can hear the other three through the walls of their prison or something.

Conversation and musings, conversation and musings.....

Wait, Jade LIVES with Dave and Karkat in that SAME HOUSE and they didn’t even mention it??!?? What is even up with their thing.

Heh, John’s thinking he really could have used a nice kismesis riling him up to better himself. That’s what they’re for, really.

There there, John.

==>

Oh my fucking GOD, Jane rolls with supply side economics??? TAKE. HER. DOWN.

And Jade is just... here? Huh.

Yeah they DEFS weren’t listening.

JADE: especially when JADE: there are much better things we could all be doing with our mouths.....

HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT. JADE IS SO INTO EITHER OF THEM THAT THEY CAN’T TAKE IT, CAN THEY. THAT’S FUCKING AMAZING OH MY GOD

Her tail swishes from side to side

SINCE WHEN DOES SHE HAVE A FUCKING TAIL HOW IS THAT SUDDENLY CANON

I’M NOT MAD IM JUST SURPRISED

Wasn’t that something that the ask-responses from Andrew said she canonically DIDN’T have or what the fuck

Since I guess it wasn’t confirmed IN CANON he just decided he liked it enough to offer it here or???? I DON’T KNOW????

Wow why am I all worked up by this all of a sudden. It’s just transferring from her earlier line isn’t it.

three of her bras

Okay no nevermind Andrew’s just fucking with us.

...Even though this can probably still be considered canon. Which only makes how he’s fucking with us work even better, really. I mean, why WOULDN’T he lob this at us on the ten year anniversary and watch us squirm, really. There’s no incentive not to.

--oh wait wait never mind reading further these are just bras from different days she threw over the couch. PHEW. I thought for a second that we were dealing with dog anatomy stuff that would REQUIRE multiple bras on her. Jesus. I wonder if Andrew intentionally phrased things so some people would think that for a minute.

JADE: also you know trolls dont actually have two dicks dave thats an offensive stereotype

Pffffff

Wait, is it that Dave and Karkat’s relationship isn’t quite full-hearts sexual and Jade is incessantly shipping them?? :O

because that’d be hilarious too?? --*reads*

YESSSS JADE BEING SUPER STAT WHIZ WITH HER SUPER PARTOMNIDOG SPACE BRAIN YES

The thing about Jade Harley is that she’s not as good at personal things as she is at other things. Like science, or mastering fraymotifs, or kissing, the last of which she has definitely put a lot of levels into over the past few years because, well, what else are you supposed to do with immortal godhood once you hit the age where the dog hormones start kicking into overdrive?

f uck

dog hormones

i’m wheezing

Alright, Jade’s springing a thorough relationship talk on them. That’s cool. Also she’s throwing statistics in there and I LOVE that now that Jade is older we’re reinforcing just how scary science smart she is, I can’t wait to see other people roleplaying her properly because of it too.

...Yeah Jade would definitely date a chess couple

Jade sighs and crawls closer. She takes one of Karkat’s hands in hers.

JADE: i think wed all work good together

AAAAAAAA :D :D :D

JADE: and i think weve been dancing around that for years now JADE: i wanna try dating for real KARKAT: HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED KARKAT: SORRY IF WHAT I’M ABOUT TO SAY TOTALLY BLOWS YOUR MIND KARKAT: DATING A SINGLE PERSON, FOR MORE THAN HALF A SWEEP, FOR REASONS OTHER THAN INITIATING THE CONCUPISCENT EXCHANGE OF FLUIDS?

PFFFFFFFFFFFFF OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS IS PERFECT

Jade being

literally the thirstiest person in this ENTIRE CAST OF CHARACTERS

to the point that everyone’s calling her out on it

in something that’s virtually goddamn canon

holy fucking shit I love everything. I love life. Living in a universe where this hilarious shit happens is fun.

....pFFFF JADE DIDN’T KNOW OBAMA WAS REAL THIS IS AMAZING

Ooh, dueling god-tier powers for petty reasons.

OH NO DICK DRAWINGS ARE LIKELY IMMINENT

THAT OR A CHART

OR BOTH

...yeah her hair would get everywhere, wouldn’t it.

yes make fun of ship names some more

What Jade leaves in her wake is not quite the emotional scorched-earth situation that she was going for, but a few of her needles have definitely gotten under some skin. Dave and Karkat both stare after her, silently caught in their own private rationalization spirals.

So this whole time Jade’s been all “JUST KISS ALREADY” and they’ve been all “what no” and now she’s just laid it all out in the open and left them to it. Yeah that sounds about like what would’ve happened.

Aaaand of course, since this is Dave and Karkat, they just choose to stall some more and play video games. Jade really DOES complete this relationship with her pushing them to accept reality and stop downplaying their own feelings and self-esteem and all. But that’s what I thought would happen BEFORE I even read any epilogue stuff so I’m biased.

==>

Pff, Vriska time.

You’ve now got two bitches of either gender at your side

Vriska, shame! Don’t use that kind of language!!

Yep, this version of her didn’t learn her lesson and is still pretty much completely delusional.

Alright, Real Terezi™ is still flying out in the abyss trying to scoop Vriska out of this jam, cool, cool.

Flailing and spinning, screaming, not being able to see the final event or whatever-- someone save her already we know it’s gonna happen!

JOHN: Emerge from the juju.

Oh. Well, that’s uncomfortably in line with earlier presumably-discredited theories. About John saving Vriska from the black hole the Green Sun left in its wake and all. :|

Yawns too wide and snaps in half? The moment he was dreaming about?

==>

Oh hai Jake. This really IS the perfect time to get to see some attempted-exploitative discomfort between Jane and you. I mean that! The narrative timing is pretty hilarious.

The sunset has turned the head offices of Crockercorp into a shimmering glass monolith—a beacon, if you will, of the future, visible for miles in every direction.

Jane probably likes to think about it that way at least.

Wow, Jane REALLY sounds like she needs to be knocked down a peg or seven.

The whole place is candlelit, and Jane is reclining on her desk, sprawled out like a lounge singer on a grand piano.

OH MY FUCKING GOD JANE STOP BEING A SLIMEBAG!!!! D: D: D:

Thank you, Jake, for coming through and tanking this.

This is not really the kind of conversation you initiate if you’re looking to extract a sexual deal out of someone. It is, however, the kind of conversation that you might have with a childhood friend who has become somewhat emotionally estranged from you.

THANK FUCKING GOD. Jane has been saved from herself for the moment.

Okay I see a whole bunch of paragraphs of black text down below just as these two are likely coming together for a kiss. Uh oh.

...Yep, kiss there. And, uh...

Okay whew, most of it is Jake privately soliloquy-ing to the narrative about the circumstances leading up to this. I can deal with that.

...Oh my god he keeps thinking of Dirk while getting in close to Jane. This is gonna blow up in his face isn’t it.

Reading on....

--Ah, yeah, he just realizes he’s more into Dirk I guess. Ouch. Ouch, Jane.

DIRK: Were you nice to him? JANE: Well, I... DIRK: I told you, you can’t be nice to Jake. JANE: ...

PPFffffffffff

DIRK: Why don’t you leave Jake to me?

Now ain’t that telling?

Ooh, getting down to plot business with Rose.

==>

Back to John. I see a bit that says “Listen” there, is he going to hear Vriska screaming? Or is Terezi going to pick her up? Since, like, I mean she has the jetpack and has been searching for her longer and stuff.

Yep, big ol’ LE tantrum. Though alt!Calliope seems at least as much at fault for the end of the universe as him, if not moreso.

Ah, right, Andrew wanted us to THINK he’d hear Vriska screaming just so he could troll us like that. Makes more sense, anyway.

Huh, the Juju just pops away.

OW. Down a spare Rose, just like that, huh? Probably part of why main Rose knew what the plan was supposed to be for all this.

Ah right, can’t use your Green Sun powers here, Jade.

OW. Another quasi-doomed side-character death.

Yep, you have to make a tough, leaderly decision and let go. :C --Oh crap, you saved her body. Are you gonna put the ring there or what, I’m not sure where that’s going plotways.

Pff, the whole fight going south just due to John losing his glasses... that’s pretty funny from a perspective.

Oh huh, real ghost Tavros gets nuked.

Oh shit, Meenah’s going in! Don’t die, I actually care about this version of you!!

--Ah, thrown out and fate unclear, that’s a bit better than clear death.

Hm, Davepeta vs English round two? I wonder what the purpose of all of this really is, anyway, beyond just a sense that some only implied-wrapped-up things are being actually wrapped up? This whole Meat arc? Is Candy going to be ultimately more important to everyone, as was part of the point, or? Huhhm.

Final Round!!

Hammer buffet!

Slight obligatory feelings allusion via hammer!

Oh no! VORE!!! D:

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < wrow you almost got vored to death

Phew, avoided

Ow, another decapitation. There’s a killing blow and being trapped forever in a black hole for LE to look forward to, though. Weren’t there theories about him being trapped forever at the center of that black hole or whatever? Huh. I mean there WAS the garbage disposal that his metaphorical Jigsaw-head gets stuck in early in the comic after all.

Alright, Davepeta sticks him in there? Cool.

Yeah, you just had to remind us that he’s going to be plunging into his dead sister’s gaping hole, didn’t you? >:|

Davepeta. How they were so unfettered and brave. How they sacrificed themselves by flying right into the black hole like...

Like a fucking piece of garbage, you can almost hear Dave saying. May God rest his soul.

Yup. Closing another callback. Why is it silent, though? Did the black hole stop sucking now that it’s gotten almost everything but John, or is it just his blackout? I mean, is the end of everything just a thing that “happens” (which is still pretty fine, Paradox Space had a pretty good run), or did it just stop, or is it yet to be resolved or re-John-creates-Paradox-Space’s-beginning-because-hes-the-only-thing-left-constituted if he inexplicably doesn’t die from his heroic wounds or? And Terezi definitely didn’t go flying around Paradox Space’s dying remains just to get sucked in too, right? I definitely haven’t seen the whole picture yet I guess.

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Alright, back to Rose... actually this post’s getting long so I’ll cut here and keep going in another post.

#Homestuck #Homestuck Epilogue #upd8 #Homestuck Liveblog #bladekindeyewear #BlastYoBoots

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disney channel is going downhill: a rant.

Growing up in the early 2000s, I feel as though as a child, I witnessed the peak of Disney Channel entertainment. Hannah Montana, The Suite Life of Zack and Cody, and That’s So Raven were just a few of the wonderfully relatable and entertaining shows I watched as a kid. The shows that Disney channel used to play tackled feminism, racism, body positivity, and had very diverse casts. The Disney Channel of the early 2000s sent some very positive messages to its young viewers long before we were old enough to understand how much we needed them. While a few newer kids shows may have some positive lessons or anecdotes in their episodes, the older shows seemed to more actively seek out opportunities to enlighten young audiences about what it means to be strong, well-rounded, and confident, no matter what their situation may be.

Back then, we had “That’s So Raven”, that not only featured a black female lead who was as bold as she was hilarious, was also unafraid to tackle issues like body shaming and racism in ways that felt natural. Raven taught us that people come in all shapes, sizes, and colors, and that we’re all beautiful. This shows in Season 2 Episode 8 of the show, released in April 2004, where Raven is excited over a vision of herself modeling her own clothes for a fashion show, until the magazine that sponsors it photoshops someone else's body over hers. Her body has been altered, and she appears much thinner than she really is. She is upset that her own body was not used, and also that the head of the agency only believes that there is only one look for all models. The fashion show director didn’t want Raven to model because she thought she was “plus size.”, and that apparently wasn’t good enough. In the end Raven stands up for herself and proves that it’s what’s on the inside that really counts, not the outside.

The channel also had a similar episode on Season 2 Episode 34 of the show the Suite Life of Zack and Cody, released in March 2007, where London and Maddie get insulted by Francesca (one of London's rich friends) while trying on clothes for a fashion show that they would both be participating in and then, after taking what she said and looking at themselves in a mirror that distorts their images (which can be seen as a reference to body dysmorphic disorder), both London and Maddie decide that they need to handle their weight issues before participating in a fashion show. London vows to lose weight and Maddie decides she must eat more to avoid being underweight. After London starves herself to the point of dizziness, while doing continuous laps around the hotel lobby, and Maddie has eaten several fast food burgers in a single day, the two prepare for the show, though as a result of their extreme methods, they both mess up their chance on stage. Afterwards, they discover that even London’s “perfect friend” Francesca has been stuffing her bra. This causes the two girls to agree that they are perfect the way they are, because nobody's perfect, saying, ‘What were we thinking? We were starving and stuffing ourselves, and we didn’t even need to do it. We should just be happy with the way we look. Next time one of your snarky friends makes a comment, let’s remind ourselves that we are perfect just the way we are.”

Along with tackling physical issues, Disney Channel had shows and movies with strong leading roles played by women like Kim Possible and Wendy Woo from "Wendy Woo Homecoming Warrior" that taught us that girls can be tough and powerful too. Lizzie McGuire was so feminist that "subtle" isn't even an appropriate adjective. The show regularly dealt with the pressures of gender stereotypes, while exploring exactly what it meant to be a young woman exploring her identity.. It had Alex Russo from Wizards of Waverly Place, a character full of confidence, smarts, and wit, who constantly surpassed the low expectations that society had set for her in the show. Her deep exploration of her identity could get pretty inspiring. Kim Possible taught some important feminist life lessons by teaching young women that it's totally cool to be a sassy overachiever, and you don’t have to be a man to be a hero.

All of these shows show that even though things might not be so good right now, everything will be okay in the end. They taught us how to react in certain situations, and how to handle the really hard ones. I still think back to episodes from my childhood when I find myself in a situation similar to one that I saw in one of my beloved shows, and because of them, I know what to do to make everything okay, or at least easier.

In the early 2000s, it felt as though disney were ahead of their time. Many people like to claim, and I agree, that 2010 was when everything began to go downhill. In Season 1 Episode 7 of the show Shake it Up released in December 2010, the two main character’s Rocky and CeCe attend a party, where they are serving food to the supermodel guests. While serving, a supermodel approaches them and says, “You are adorable! I could just eat you guys up. You know- if I ate.” And goes on to laugh with her entourage. Former Disney Star Demi Lovato, who had left her own show “Sonny With A Chance” to deal with her own struggles with an eating disorder, tweeted about the joke, “I find it really funny how a company can lose one of their actresses from the pressures of an eating disorder and yet still make joke about that very disease,” Demi noted at the time, referencing her own very public battle with the disease. She also asked, “What are we promoting here? #notfunnyATALL.” This episode was a sad thing to see, seeing as in the past, we had Raven Baxter, London Tipton, and Maddie Fitzpatrick teaching us that jokes like that were not okay. That same year, in Season 1 Episode 9 of So Random!, more eating disorder jokes were said. In one of the sketches, a girl has her boyfriend meeting her family for the first time. She tells them, “Angus only eats one full meal a week ask him why” to which Angus replies, “My agents always on me about looking my best. She says to me “Ang-y, if you eat too many carbs, you won’t get the jobs. And I said “I knooow”.” But that’s not all! In an episode of Dog with a Blog (which, yes, is about a talking dog who runs a blog), the mother says, “I've been bitten, scratched, mauled, and puked on. And only one of those was self inflicted." implying that she made herself throw up, making light of the eating disorder, bulimia. If you didn’t think it could get worse- you’re in for a surprise! In an episode of the show Jessie, a character in a Zebra costume can be seen running away from a zebra. The zebra ends up catching him, and one of the kids witnessing the attack calmly states, “dressed like that, you were asking for it.” Why was that comment needed on a children’s show, Disney? What message are you trying to portray there? That if you dress a certain way, you’re “asking for it”? I don’t think so.

Nowadays, the shows are filled with fake jokes and contrived situations that no one can believe or relate to. The kids in the shows wear tons of makeup and layers upon layers of fancy clothes. Miley Stewart only wore lots of makeup when she was performing as Hannah Montana. Even Sharpay Evans of East High had all the glitz and glam, but she wasn't over the top with makeup and her clothes.Why are the kids in shows like "Liv and Maddie" and "Jessie" dressing like adults and acting like they have real world adult problems; it seems like they've just skipped over their innocent childhood years.

Along with continuously being problematic and lacking real lessons for the audience to learn, current Disney Channel shows also lack substance. Every show is the same! Looking at the shows now, the actors & actresses look more materialistic and over the top. The channel now has unrealistic storylines, where as the shows in the 2000’s had real-life storylines that were more relatable to us. Even the character’s themselves now lack substance, and with most show’s you can easily point out the stereotypical “smart kid”, “dumb kid”, “popular kid”, etc.

Luckily, Disney has attempted to redeem themselves with show’s such as Girl Meets World, a remake of the infamous Boy Meets World, which tackles similar issues to the ones seen in older Disney shows that we all know and love. That show got cancelled after only a few seasons though, unfortunately, but Disney then released the show Andi Mack, which is about a girl named Andi who on her 13th birthday discovers that her sister is actually her mother who had her when she was young. One of the main characters also recently came out as gay, and I hope that this trend will continue on with more Disney Channel shows in the future. But, I guess we’ll have to wait and see.

Like the great Hannah Montana once said, Everybody makes mistakes, everybody has those days, everybody knows what I’m talking about, everybody gets that way. Nobody’s perfect, and I wish Disney Channel would remember that, instead of shoving show’s about a dog who runs a blog down children’s throats. Not to mention how they let a horribly problematic YouTuber influencing the youth of today with his wildly inappropriate content on to one of their shows, but that’s a whole other rant for another day.

#my works #disney #disney channel #rant

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pelle-lavellan-a · 6 years

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Oc Interview Meme

Tagged by: @myronmuse

I’ll be doing this for Talwinne this time!

Pelle’s Interview can be found HERE

Tagging: @damndirtyrat @nighttimefriend @ironbullsmissingeye @stumblingsbalderdash

1. What is your name? “Talwinne Yevys, though my friends just call me Tal.”

2. What is your real name? “.....it’s Yevys mate.”

3. Do you know why you were called that? “I’m named after my grandfather. He was an excellent man,taught me everything I know about the hunt. Miss that old codger.”

4. Are you single or taken? "Single unfortunately. Apparently I’m not very good with women, or so my pa says. If you ask me I think I’m perfectly fine, Sibs likes me just fine.” He laughs. “Don’t tell him I said that.”

5. Have any abilities or powers? “Like do I have magic? No, I’m a pretty average elf. I’m a good shot, and very good with my feet but I wouldn’t consider those to be powers or somethin ya know?”

6. Stop being a Mary Sue “Why? Maybe Mary Sue likes to be imitated.”

7. What’s your eye colour? ”The most boring and expected color you would think an elf might have. I’m talking about green in case you weren’t familiar.”

8. How about your hair colour? “It’s just blond.”

9. Have you any family members? “I consider Sibs to be my family. My folks are gone these days, my little brother too thanks to the humans. I’ve still got Sibs though, we keep each other grounded.”

10. Oh? What about pets? ”I don’t know that I’d call it a pet. But I freed this nug in the kitchens one afternoon and it’s been followin me around ever since. It’s kind of cute though, maybe I ought to give it a name.”

11. That’s cool I guess, now tell me about something you don’t like. “Well first things first I hope snobs, so if you think calling elves knife ears is okay we can’t be friends. I also don’t think I like tarts all that much. It’s weird how the humans lose their minds over a bit of jam. It’s not nearly as good as I thought it was going to be.

“I also don’t really like Solas. I tried, Sibs seems to look up to him but he just rubs me the wrong way. I wonder does he think I’m a savage too?”

12. Do you have any hobbies/activities you like doing? “Well! I am going to exclude archery since that was sort of my job n all. I like carving! Like...wood n stuff you know? I think my favorite was carving stuff for the kids back home, especially my little brother Fledge.

!His name wasn’t actually Fledge, that’s just what I called him since he always reminded me of a little bird trying to hop out of the nest. Anyways! Other than carving I also love looking for ghost, always a great time. I do like patching up armor as well, it’s rather relaxing.”

13. Ever hurt anyone before? ”More people than I’m proud of. While being a hunter means I had to protect the clan from threats from beyond our little camp, killing monsters and animals was always a lot easier than people...”

14. Ever… killed anyone before? “Oh definitely not! Never, didn’t just say I did a couple seconds ago or nothin.”

15. What kind of animal are you? ”Well that’s a bit rude.”

16. Name your worst habits. “Sibs says I am impulsive and start running my mouth and making terrible decisions when I get angry. He’s not wrong.”

17. Do you look up to anyone at all? ”I looked up to my grandfather a great deal before he died. I also look up to Ingi, my hahren who taught me natural lore with Sibs. He’s a weird old man but he knows his way around a plant, and I have to respect him for that.”

18. Gay, straight, or bisexual? “Ya know I wanna say I only like girls...but some men just have it you know what I mean? Like that lieutenant in the Chargers. I think his name is Krem. Fen’Harel’s balls that man is good looking.”

19. Do you go to school? ”HA! That’s hilarious. Did I tell you I’m illiterate?”

20. Do you ever want to marry and have kids one day? "I mean sure why not? If a girl volunteers to have my kids then Mythal have mercy on her soul.

21. Do you have any fanboys/fangirls? ”Nah, I’m not cool enough to have fans.”

22. What are you most scared of? “Dogs. I’m just kidding but man you do not want to have a run in with an angry mabari. Do not recommend. To be honest, I used to be afraid of losing my family. But that has already come and gone.

Nowadays I fear for Sibs. Not because I think he’s going to die but I fear what the world will make of him when all this is over. He just gets beat up time and time again. The world keeps on asking so much from him and then taking twice as much back. I don’t know why but I’m always wondering when he is finally going to snap? I’m terrified of what that would look like, and I don’t think I want to find out.

“I’m also a bit scared of whatever it is that marked his hand, mostly because for once in his life, he’s got no idea what forces he is playing with or what the consequences of them might be. No one even seems to care to find out, like what if that thing kills him? It’s certainly not natural!”

23. What do you usually wear? “Well as you can see. I’m usually wearing armor most of the time. I like to be prepared for anything. Though I guess I don’t mind donning my dad’s old tunics if the armor isn’t doing it for me.”

24. Do you love someone? “I do indeed.”

25. When was the last time you wet yourself? ”Oh man that’s a good question. I think the last time I was maybe fourteen years old. Fear doesn’t exactly wait for your bladder to be ready ha!”

26. Well, it’s not over yet! "That’s fine mate! What else ya got?”

27. What class are you? (High class, middle class, low class) ”Hmmmm I have no idea how to answer that question.”

28. How many friends do you have? “I’ve made some friends amongst the scouts in the Inquisition, the Chargers are great company too. So I suppose I have a few good mates!”

29. What are your thoughts on pie? ”The crust is very....odd. I think it would taste a lot better without it if you ask me.”

30. Favourite drink? “There is this drink that the Iron Bull had me try this one time. It burned my throat good to swallow it but man once I tried it, I had to try again. I keep on forgetting what he calls it but it’s one of those things you drink for the experience more than the taste....because it tastes awful.”

31. What’s your favourite place? “Sibs’ bed. Now listen, it’s this huge bed with the softest sheets I have never experienced and it just screams luxury. Sibs doesn’t sleep in it nearly enough so someone has to take one for the team am I right?”

32. Are you interested in someone? “Well I mean--I’ve seen a couple of lookers around this place. Would be nice to talk to some of them someday.”

33. What’s your bra cup size and/or how big is your willy? ”Ho ho! I thought this was an interview! If you want to know that you’re going to have crack out a ruler and measure it yourself because I have not the slightest idea!”

34. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean? “Oceans are too fast and too foreign for me to feel comfortable, so let’s go with a lake.”

35. What’s your type? “I like short people, I enjoy picking them up and carrying them around. I suppose I’m not particularly picky though, I just ask that you’ve got your head on straight.”

36. Any fetishes? ”Don’t know. I’ve always wanted to open that can of worms.”

37. Seme or uke? Top or Bottom? Dominant or Submissive? “You seem very interested in my sex life don’t you? Tell me who’s asking? Is it you or did someone send you to learn all my little quirks?”

38. Camping or indoors? “I grew up camping outdoors so I always feel more at home that way. But inside can be nice too.”

39. Are you wanting the interview to end? ”Don’t think I’ve got a problem with it really?”

40. Now it’s over! “Oh alright then! Well nice talking with you mate.”

#tag games #interview the muse #Talwinne Yevys

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Let It Snow - day five

(for my “season of shipping” giveaway)

Rating: NC-17 Word Count: ~1,800 Characters: Steve/Natasha Prompt: “Can you do Romanogers + AU where they work at a "pictures with Santa" booth at the mall & Steve dresses up as Santa & Nat is an elf or something & on their break, they get into some "adult" activities in the break room, if you catch my drift? ;) Smut + fluff is my jam lol”

For: an anon

A/N: It feels like this is on crack, but also, it feels strangely in character? I don’t really know how to gauge this, but I still think it’s hilarious and deliciously smutty.

Read on: [ ao3 ]

She knows she looks ridiculous. Just as she knows that half the parents here are completely scandalized by the “elf” costume Phil Coulson said she had to squeeze into for the mall photo stand, while the other half are outright staring at her. At least the kids seem perfectly oblivious to how close to inappropriate the cut of her dress approaches. They just have bright, toothy smiles on their faces as they come up to her, practically bouncing on the balls of their feet as they tell her that she’s the prettiest elf they’ve ever seen, then go on to gush about all of the things they’re going to ask “Santa” for when it’s their turn. The genuine excitement in their eyes is enough to forget about her stupid dress, if only for a while.

Steve gives her a quick, comforting wink when he catches her gaze, and she knows that there’s a bit of a smirk behind the fake beard strapped to his face.

He’s enjoying this more than he’s letting on, she can tell. Maybe he wouldn’t be the first person to volunteer to sit in a mall for eight hours so hundreds of kids can jump onto his lap and babble about what they want for Christmas, but he’s always totally adored kids. And if anyone is going to be able to get through all of this with a genuine smile, it’s Steve.

The fact that his girlfriend is dressed in red-striped tights and a green velvet elf dress that shows the dip of her cleavage and barely covers the tops of her thighs probably helps a little. And, okay. She didn’t hate the heated look he gave her in the mall employee break room when she stepped out in her costume. She may have to take back all the shit she said about people who wear slutty costumes on Halloween, because she’ll admit, watching the desire cloud over Steve’s bright blue eyes had made her stomach flutter in a little rush of power. It makes her feel sexy and a little kinky, and yes, maybe she’d never, ever choose to wear this on her own when she knows families will be seeing her. But when she’s alone with Steve?

That’s a different matter entirely.

And, when she glances at Steve and catches his eyes trace down the curve of her hips, she knows he must be thinking the same thing.

His eyes slide up to hers, twinkling, like he knows that she’s caught him. Her lips tug ever so slightly into a smirk, and she takes a small step closer, her thigh pressing against the arm of his chair. She almost jumps when his fingertips touch the back of her leg, and he fingers the hem of her stockings for a moment before letting his hand fall away.

He does this once, twice, three times, in the transition between a few group of siblings, and she feels a warmth coiling tighter and tighter in her stomach.

“Your cheeks are so pretty and pink,” a little girl compliments as she approaches Natasha, and she can practically hear the smirk in Steve’s tone as he answers in his Santa voice, “They are, aren’t they?” Natasha glances at Steve, but he’s turned his face the little girl as he hoists her onto his knee. “Doesn’t the color look pretty with her hair, too?” he asks cheekily.

Natasha bites back a laugh. Asshole.

Three hours goes by in a blur of faces and noises, but the line eventually starts to thin out, until they’re finishing pictures with their last family and Phil closes off the velvet rope, setting up the sign that says when Santa will be back from his milk and cookies break.

She and Steve walk into the gingerbread house façade covering the door that leads them into the back hallway, and Steve laughs as she grasps his hand and tugs him forward, her heels clicking against the linoleum as she leads them to the break room. Her skin feels like it’s burning up, and she knows for damn sure that the front of her panties are soaked, and when she drags him toward the supply closet, she all but throws him inside and slams the door shut behind them, clicking the lock into place. Even in the dark room, she can tell his eyes are bright, twinkling in amusement, and she’s not quite sure whether to laugh or to smack him. Instead, she grasps pushes him against a shelf and kisses him, deep and dirty.

“You’re a fucking tease,” she mutters against his lips, kissing him again, harder, when he tries to respond. Fuck, she’s needed to kiss him for hours.

She fists the velvety material of his costume between her fingers, slips her tongue against his and relishes in the rumble of his chest as he groans against her. His hand grasps her shoulders and he turns them, pushing her against the wall so hard that something falls off of the shelf with the force, but she doesn’t care. She hardly feels a thing.

She’s too distracted by the wet, throbbing heat between her legs, and the hard press of him against her hip through his pants.

“Why does it feel like I’m in trouble?” he asks with a laugh, when he’s finally able to break her kiss to latch onto the column of her neck. His teeth nip at her throat, her pulse, her collarbone, as his hands slide to the side of her dress and tug the zipper of it down.

“You are.” She means for it to come out stern, but instead, her breath is shaky and raspy. “Teasing me in front of kids like that? You think that won’t get you into trouble?”

He just laughs, pulling her dress down and off in one quick tug, and she steps out of it, kicking it aside. “Fuck, I wish I could see you properly,” he groans, one hand curving over her thigh, his thumb fingering the top of her stockings. She grasps onto his arms to steady herself as he nudges her thighs further apart with his foot, arches her neck as he presses his face into it again, licking at her pulse. “Not that I haven’t already memorized every fucking stitch on this thing. Haven’t already memorized every crease it makes against your body.”

“Didn’t know you were so kinky,” she teases. “I would’ve put on a slutty costume for you a long time ago.”

He chuckles breathily and shakes his head. “Didn’t know, either.” In the dark, she makes out the dimpled, boyish smile he always gives her. “Guess you in stockings turns me on.”

She laughs, but then he slips his hand into her panties and rubs his fingertips over her, teasing at her entrance, and her laughter dissolves into a moan.

She’s wet and she can feel it in the way his fingers slip easily over her, rubbing tight circles over her clit, massaging the folds of her sex. Her thighs shake as she digs her nails into the muscles of his biceps, trying to keep herself upright. His touches had been quick and feather light, but after three hours of it, she’s wound up tight and about to unravel at the seams.

It would only take a few quick strokes her little bundle of nerves to push her over that edge, but of course he’d rather take his time

Of course.

“Steve,” she huffs, trying to roll her hips down on his hand, but he just pulls his fingers out and wipes them against the inside of her thigh. “We don’t have time.”

“We have fifteen minutes,” he reminds, yanking her panties down her hips and pushing three fingers in this time. She lets out a keening moan, her head falling back against the wall as his thumb finds her clit and starts circling. “And thanks to all of that teasing, it’ll go by in no time,” he adds, no doubt smirking as she trembles and shake under his touch.

“Fuck you,” she laughs out, and he’s smiling as he kisses her lips, slipping his tongue against hers. It’s gentle despite the thrust of his fingers, hard and curling and relentless.

When she falls apart, she swears she cries out so loud that they must be able to hear her in the mall, but she doesn’t care. Not at all. Not when his lips are latched around one of her nipples through the lace of her bra, his thumb circling and circling over her clit as her walls flutter around his fingers and her orgasm bursts over her. Her thighs are trembling, and she practically curls forward when he pulls away from her and sinks onto his knees, dipping his head between her legs and licking a stripe up her center. She whimpers, coming her fingers into his hair and tugging at it, not sure whether she wants to tug him away or tug him closer. Not that she minds the way his tongue feels as it rolls over the sensitive folds of her sex.

He hooks her thigh over his shoulder, wraps his lips around her clit and sucks gently, and she lets out a soft cry, digging her nails into his scalp.

He pulls a hand off of her, and she hears him fumble with his belt, hears it clatter to the ground. She blinks her eyes open, peering down at him through heavy lids to find that he’s pushed his pants and his boxers halfway down his thighs, one hand stroking over his length, his eyebrows furrowed almost adorably as he groans against her wet heat.

The sight of that alone is almost enough to send her over the edge. But then he flattens his tongue over her clit, moving in quick, tight, unrelenting circles, and she feels another orgasm burst over her, hotter and heavier than the first.

He keeps lapping at her through it, until her body sags against the wall, until she gently pushes him away.

He sits back on his ankles, an arm coming around her waist and guiding her body over his, knowing that she’s just barely keeping herself upright. She straddles his legs and leans her weight against his, feels his length brushing against her sweat-slicked stomach as she drapes her arms around his shoulder and kisses him.

Then she reaches down, feeling on the floor until she finds his pocket, pulling his phone out so she can check the time.

“Two orgasms in four minutes. Guess Santa really can work miracles,” she teases. He laughs, but it’s breathy and strained, and she can tell he’s distracted. So she grins, slides off of his lap and onto her knees, leaning forward to wrap a hand around him. He groans, pulsing against her palm. “Guess that means I’ll give you your present after all.”

He threads his hands into her hair, cradling her head and giving her a look of pure adoration that makes her stomach flutter, and she winks, lowering her head and licking the underside of his length, and his groan echoes in the small space of the closet.

Okay, maybe this job wasn’t so stupid after all.

#romanogers #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #chanty writes #chanty's holiday 2017 #chanty's smut #anon

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Part 76 Alignment May Vary: Portents and Prophecies

Welcome to the continuing adventures of Alignment May Vary, our twice a month gaming group! We’ve been playing the same narrative for three years this month, with tons of twists and turns along the way. You can now hear the dramatized episodes at our website, Alignment May Vary.

In the last session, long time player character Aldric was killed by another player character, Imoaza, in an unseen betrayal out in the cold of space. Carrick, the third PC, is unaware of the betrayal as the group tries to figure out what to do about their current predicament.

Days pass. The situation on board the (still unnamed) Surveyor ship goes from desperate to grim. The power surge used to fight off the asteroid spiders has left the ship’s crystal depleted. What fuel they have is being used to keep life systems active, but this will fail within the week and the party is adrift in some unknown corner of space, surrounded only by asteroid dust and the wreckage of previous ships who have become stranded here.

The dreadful monotony, the slow wait for the end, is broken by one major event: a capsule adrift in the wreckage around them suddenly comes to life and starts sending out a signal. Retrieving it and bringing it on board, Carrick and Imoaza find it is a life capsule identical in most ways to the one they saw Carrick’s double in, back on Faerun. That tells them this is Surveyor technology, though it looks older even than that capsule. Carrick, accessing his Surveyor memories, figures out how to open the capsule, to reveal...

... nothing. The capsule is empty.

But it wasn’t empty very long ago. Its inhabitant has the ability to shift through space using the ethereal plane and now he appears beside the party, a hulking humanoid robot with red glowing eyes who raises his hand to stri-- or no, raises it in greeting to Carrick.

“Ah! Greetings. My name is Milosh. Are you the Surveyor?”

“No,” Carrick replies. “At least not the one you are probably looking for.”

“Ah! My visual senses tell me you are a 93% match for the Surveyor. Ah! I have come to serve the surveyor and stop the prophecy.”

Meet Milosh, our new PC (following Shando, Abenthy, Trakki, and Aldric... we’ve had quite a few player characters over the course of this epic).

Milosh, the Seeker of Prophecy

Milosh is a Warforged out of the recent Wayfinder’s Guide to Eberon. He is, visually, a little like a Mechanical Groot. He is, personality wise, a lot like the Paper Clip office assistant from 1997′s Microsoft Word. His backstory is that he was created by one of the Surveyors ages ago, centuries ago, to hunt down and stop a certain prophecy, a prophecy we’ve heard about before, involving the three figures: a devil, an angel, and a dragonborn. But while he was traveling to his destination, which would eventually become known as Faerun, his ship was caught in the Asteroid Spider’s webs and destroyed. He managed to escape and has been floating in stasis ever since. In the ages that have gone by, his memory banks have been damaged and now he cannot recall the full prophecy or even his full abilities. But he does know how to transform his right arm into a variety of weapons and tools and uses this to form a variety of special attacks, including a photon blast and a drill arm.

His personality is a little... simple. He says “Ah!” before every sentence, usually while holding up a finger, and runs off of very literal interpretations of his surroundings, relying on old programs in his working memory banks to get him through situations like combat or social etiquette.

This leads to some awkward (and funny) moments, such as when the party tells Fiona that Aldric has passed. She isn’t sure how to respond and also being a robot doesn’t do the best job of it...

“Where is Aldric? He’s dead?? Oh! I guess... Wow!”

... but she tries to give Milosh some advice, at least. Fiona tells him that bad news is best given with a smile and exuberance. And his response...

“Ah! I am unable to smile.”

The group also tells Milosh about the suspected traitor somewhere on the ship, the one who changed the bearings on the party in the first place, dropping them on Hell, and the one who erased the footage showing evidence of the deed. Milosh agrees to try and help them discover who the traitor is.

Good Moments of Interlude and Development

This session was mostly interlude, originally meant to be a quick connection to the next event, but the players got really into the roleplaying here and so the session became an elongated exploration of the personalities on the ship and their response to the various situations going on. Here are the best moments...

Milosh, with the help of Fiona, tries to access his old memories and also hack into the computer mainframes and learn more information about the traitor. What follows is a fun little hacking mini-game, where Milosh has to devote different levels of energy to different tasks, increasing his chances in some and decreasing it in others, then rolling to see what is successful. Ultimately, he fails to access any thing coherent from his memories, and he also fails to pull out any detailed information about the traitor, but it is still a good moment of personality development for him and gives us a chance to play around with some improvised mechanics. It also sets up the next good scene...

While Milosh plays around inside his head, Carrick and Imoaza decide the best clue they have for discovering the traitor is the ripped piece of leather. They go to talk to Krisp, who has leather gloves, and who the find in the darkened and otherwise empty bridge, staring out into space. This is a good roleplaying moment, as the three of them talk about Aldric. Imoaza keeps her cool and neither of them suspects that she actually murdered Aldric. Krisp is depressed, and asks Carrick if he ever just looked out at it all, at space. He is not his usual boisterous self and is instead contemplative, saying that this is never how a captain thinks they are going to end their days, but now he has captained TWO ships to his death. He also says that it wasn’t fair Aldric had to die, while Krisp had two chances to live his life. Carrick asks about the Horn of Green Company and the horn gets bequeathed to Carrick and renamed the Horn of Silent Sounding, for its power has fallen quiet and it makes no sound. This scene is interrupted by Milosh accidentally tying his memory visions into the bridge mainscreens, replacing the view of the stars with a crazy scene of Nazragul proclaiming his dominion over the world and flashes of an Aasimir and a Tiefling they don’t know. Carrick asks Krisp if he ever knew a Tiefling, and Krisp responds he did, then says it couldn’t possibly be the same one. The whole time, Imoaza is trying to look at Krisp’s gloves, but she ultimately sees no rip or tear.

Carrick meets up with Alyss, who says she wants to celebrate Aldric’s memory. She had built him a bike in secret and planned to teach him to ride, but now instead she gets high with Carrick on some drugs and takes him for a race around an empty cargo bay. The two sit for a long time, reminiscing and bonding until Carrick realizes she always wears a leather jacket. He asks for it, and she thinks he is coming on to her. Thus follows a pretty amazing scene, where Carrick is examining the jacket, then looks up to see Alyss is down to her bra. He is stunned, even more so when she leans in to kiss him. He tells her awkwardly he is a virgin and that he can’t do this, that he isn’t in a headspace to do it. Alyss is surprised and feels a little dumb herself for jumping to conclusions. She ends up telling him it doesn’t have to be awkward between them and not to worry. However, as she is getting dressed, Carrick notices that she has recently covered a hole in her jacket with a new patch. In honor of Aldric (it reads, “The Green Company”) but there is a lingering question now as to her innocence.

There is a funeral for Aldric, with some suitably bad speeches from Krisp. Among the lines he offers are this gem: “We will all be dead soon, but that’s longer than Aldric got.” Milosh accesses his memory banks and uses his vocal processor to play sad music in honor of Aldric. Aldric’s goblin kids are there, Alyss is there... heck, everyone is there except, noticeably, Otto (one of Krisp’s lieutenants). We’ll come back to this in a moment...

Maybe my favorite moment is when Milosh and Carrick hunt down Alyss, with the goal of figuring out if she was the traitor. Milosh asserts he has sensors in his hands that can detect traces of DNA on the leather scrap and, if he can gain physical contact with Alyss, he can see if the DNA is a match. Carrick agrees they should try it and so they find Alyss near her chambers in the mid section of the ship and Carrick introduces her to Milosh.

It’s such a great scene. There is some sexual tension left over between Alyss and Carrick and Alyss plays it up for fun, making Carrick as uncomfortable as possible. Then, knowing Milosh is such an outrageously naive personality makes all of his approaches to the situation hilarious. He boldly sticks out his hand and says (ah!) he understands that humans have a custom wherein they must grip hands when they meet and he would be delighted to try it. Bemused, Alyss takes his proffered hand and Carrick breathes a sigh of relief, thinking they now have their sample. Then Milosh says, “Ah! Now we must stay like this for two minutes.”

“It takes that long to get a sample?!” Carrick whispers in Milosh’s ear.

“Yes,” Milosh explains loudly. “This process takes five minutes to gather the appropriate data.”

Now thoroughly wierded out, Alyss extracts her hand from Milosh’s grip and he fails to get the sample. So then he tries another tact: he asks to see her jacket. Suspicious now, Alyss asks why and Carrick stutters and speaks for him, saying that he’s hoping Milosh can make a copy of it for him to wear. Milosh barely registers that this is an attempt at skullduggery and manages to keep silent until Alyss, after a brief hesitation, agrees to the request. “This your new wingman, Carrick?” she asks, making light of the situation. Carrick doesn’t get the joke. Alyss sighs and explains, “because he got my shirt off for you, again. Nevermind...”

Milosh examines the jacket while Carrick tries to distract Alyss, asking about Otto’s absence from the funeral. She says she hadn’t noticed, but then she hasn’t seen him around in a couple of days.

Suddenly Milosh says, “Ah! Surveyor, I have new information! The sample matches the jacket.”

Now armed with evidence, Carrick turns on Alyss and confronts her, demanding to know why she erased the footage of the ship’s sabotage. She cocks her head and says, as if it’s obvious, “Because I didn’t want you to see that it was me on the footage.”

And right on cue, hearing this, Milosh says, “Ah! Surveyor, I have new information!” As if that wasn’t painfully obvious.

Alyss proceeds to give an explanation for her actions, though not an apology. She says that in life, she was the leader of a powerful cult that worshipped Asmodeus and in death she sought to join his retinue in Hell, only to find he had disappeared during the Blood War. Obsessed with finding him, she wanted to bring to pass the prophecy that the Abyss would return if a devil ever left Hell. To do that, she needed outsiders to come with a ship. She secretly resurrected old technology, excavating it from the deserts around the Hell city, and eventually built herself a ship capable of at least leaving the atmosphere. She also fixed up tech that could detect when a ship would pass through Hell’s space. That is how she found and got onboard the Surveyor’s ship.

“I checked the original coordinates, you know,” she tells Carrick. “It was heading for a corner of space ruled by the Mind Flayers. That would have been a bad fate for you all, if you’d even survived to see it. By the time I boarded your ship, a critical failure had occurred in one of your engines. You had left warp space and were drifting slowly towards your destination on momentum alone. It would have been centuries before you reached it. In a way, I saved you by bringing you down to Hell.”

She further tells him that she has a piece of Asmodeus which she will use to find his body in the Abyss, once the way becomes clear. But she does not elaborate more and, not seeing her as an immediate threat, Carrick lets her go to contemplate what all this might mean.

Moving On

During the funeral Imoaza happens to spot Otto down a corridor and he is acting very strange, walking around stiffly and stopping to stare directly at her. Curious, she follows him down several corridors to a large room where she sees Otto addressing in a foreign language all of the Fiona and Bobs, the androids of the ship, gathered and floating cross legged in the air. Startled, she tries to flee, but suddenly is targeted by a psychic attack! Fending off visions of Aldric and Hecate (for those who don’t remember, that’s her dead daughter, who has been trying to kill her for a while), she runs down the ship’s corridors with Otto in pursuit. He catches up to her, but does not attack. Instead, he explains that he is not Otto, but is simply borrowing Otto’s body to be able to observe the crew and see if they can help his people.

It is soon revealed that Otto has been taken over by a Githzerai psychic, whose myriad companions have also taken over the systems of the Fiona’s and Bobs and who now proceed to hold the players hostage... well, sort of. In a mutually beneficial way.

Essentially, it turns out the players have invaded, by accident (or at least they think it’s by accident), a sector of space that is being fought over by the Githyanki and the Githzerai. The Githyanki have had the upper hand for many years and have captured an ancient Stardock carved out of an asteroid deep in the asteroid field and have essentially barred all ways in. The Githzerai “bored” a new way through the space between space, but their path was discovered recently and retaken by the Githyanki. In this same battle, the leader of the Githzerai lost his son, Ezria, to the Githyanki and Ezria is now being held captive on Stardock. The Githzerai cannot go after him because the Githyanki are scanning for ‘zerai brain patterns and would detect them immediately.

What the ‘zerai want the players to do, therefore, is to send a team of three humanoids into this space-between-space, and from there have them enter and infiltrate Stardock, rescue Ezria, and return. If they succeed in saving their kin, the ‘zerai will help them by using their prodigious powers to recharge their crystal with enough energy to get them to Faerun. This long space journey is nearing its end!

The players agree to this (their only other option, honestly, is to float out here until they become space dust). They are the perfect candidates, besides: a warforged, a yuan-ti, and a half elf with the brain signature of a Surveyor are unusual enough that they will definitely slip under the Githyanki radar.

And so the Githzerai open a portal to the space between worlds and the players teleport through... though not before Immerstal takes Carrick aside and warns him that Imoaza now carries the Rod of Storms and that could be a very dangerous thing for the universe, if she fails to control its power. Or chooses to abuse it.

And one last thing...

Alyss sat crosslegged on the floor of the ventilation chamber, the altar to Asmodeus before her. Her hands were clenched tightly, her nails drawing blood from her palms as she concentrated. With a gasp, she made the connection and opened her eyes as in front of her a portal appeared.

“Took long enough.” The taunting voice of Puck broke her concentration and she turned to him with a snarl.

“It wasn’t easy to tap into the Gith’s power. And it won’t stay open for long.”

The little impish devil hovered in the air lazily, raising a red bushy eyebrow at her. “Are you sure you are ready for this? The abyss is not a place for those who are not fully sure of who they are.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What did you tell Carrick about your past? Did you tell him the truth?”

“What I told him doesn’t matter. I know who I am. But more importantly, I know my purpose.” She grunted and rose to her feet. “Coming?”

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