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kittyball23 · 7 months

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Soundproof (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: John Dory reveals that Rhonda is soundproof, and that little bit of information sits quite well with Poppy and Branch **Rated M**

A/N: 😏

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It was precisely three things that were serving as a distraction to Branch that night.

One was the incredibly delicious marshmallows in his hands, plopped into his mouth every few minutes so that he could experience its chewy, fluffy goodness in between the songs that he and his brothers were harmonizing to. Another was Poppy, sitting across him from the campfire alongside her sister Viva. Her deep, fuschia eyes - sparkling with the reflection of the crackling orange flames - remained trained to his blue whenever she spared a glance his way, letting him know by the intense gaze that there was something other than flames crackling between them.

Tension.

And it was one that was continuing to build as the evening progressed, all because of a small tidbit of information that was so graciously dumped upon them during the idle conversation among the group of friends. The information in itself being the third distraction.

Patience was not proving to be a virtue, however, and he and Poppy had to be pulled out of their dazed infatuation with one another several times - Viva nudging her sister with a giggle and Floyd nudging Branch wearing his own little smirk.

After what did feel like hours of happily enduring laughter, songs, stories and other shenanigans that could only ensue among siblings, the first yawn finally was emitted, coming out of Floyd. It in turn caused everybody else to realize just how tired they were, too. So when the other yawns and tired stretches followed suit to confirm it was true, Branch nearly felt like pulling his brother in for a hug. His favorite bro had come to his aid, even if he may not have known it! But while the fun between the seven friends had just concluded, the heated glint in Poppy’s eyes told him that their fun was just beginning.

Just as Branch’s thoughts began to wander somewhere ungentlemanly, John Dory’s loud voice broke through. “I don’t know about you all, but I’m bushed!” To demonstrate his point, he plopped down flat on his back upon his sleeping bag. “Guess it was pretty fun singing and roasting marshmallows after all, eh?” he chuckled after a moment.

Bruce hummed in agreement, munching on the last few in his possession. “Mmm-mmm! I gotta tell Brandy we should add these to the dessert menu,” he said, referring to his wife of whom he ran Vacay Island’s cantina with.

“Imma be the first one in line if you do that!” Clay exclaimed, exchanging a fist bump with the purple-haired Troll.

“Count me in on that, too!” Viva giggled. She too really loved marshmallows - her couch back in Putt Putt Village, in fact, was a marshmallow! And only now did it really occur to her to wonder how in the world she’d managed not to consume it for all those years living there. Shrugging it off, she turned to the gang with a large grin. “He’s right though,” she said, gesturing a thumb at John Dory. “This really was fun! I’d love for us to all hang again sometime!”

Floyd nodded his head, agreeing. “That would be nice.” He turned to Branch, seeking his younger bro’s opinion.

“Yeah,” the blue Troll responded, hoping he didn’t sound too breathless when he answered, his gaze still fixed on Poppy.

The Pop Queen, in a similar fashion, concurred with a little dazed “Uh-huh.”

Good nights were bid, sleeping bags unzipped, and wrappers to the Jumbo-sized marshmallow bags disposed of. As Branch went to go put out the campfire, he silently mouthed the words to Poppy that would let her know when they could get the ball rolling.

Five minutes.

He accompanied the words with hand gestures - one going forward, as though he were making the motion for the word “after,” and then another gesture tucking his hands under one side of his head, to make it look as though he were laying down to sleep. Poppy understood right away, confirming with a little wink and followed by a half-lidded gaze that made a tingle go down his spine. He tried to ignore it as he laid down in his sleeping bag, for the sake of surviving those next five minutes without her in his arms already, but found he couldn’t. Poppy’s effect was too strong, and the desires manifested themselves in delicious fantasies for what he ached to do with her. Fantasies of which would soon become a reality.

Branch lay until he was sure that he heard the sounds of heavy cadences of breathing and light, steady snoring. He waited an extra thirty seconds or so afterwards, just to be extra sure and, upon hearing no signs of activity, allowed himself to rise up and out of his sleeping bag, careful to take the utmost caution in not making any noise whatsoever.

Poppy, also having waited the allotted time, made to get out of her sleeping bag, too. In her haste to reach Branch’s side, she accidentally crunched on a dry leaf, the crinkling noise resounding around them. Both froze. With this number of Trolls snoozing in the vicinity, someone was bound to stir. And stir someone did.

Clay shifted in his bag, and Branch held his breath, fully expecting his older brother to blink his eyes open and catch the two of them sneaking off. But to his relief, the lime-green-haired Troll drowsily mumbled something about tax evasion and then snuggled back into his blanket. Poppy met her boyfriend’s eyes and scrunched her shoulders, a little blush tinting her cheeks and a quiet giggle escaping her. Branch rolled his eyes playfully, and simply extended his hand for her to take, a little smirk on his face. She squeezed it softly as he tugged them along, padding against the soft dirt floor underneath them to reach their destination. Once they got just outside of JD's beloved caterbus pet, he released from her grip, bringing his hand up to her face so he could pull her in for the kiss he'd been dying to share with her. Poppy obliged him willingly, parting her lips slightly to deepen it. He pulled away with some reluctance after several seconds, resting his forehead against hers. Branch’s voice was hushed and eager when he spoke, finally addressing that one point of crucial information in the earlier conversation that had been so easily glossed over by the others, even his brother - JD - himself, who had revealed it.

"Do you really think that Rhonda is completely soundproof?"

The question itself wasn't so crude, but for the purpose that he was asking it made his cheeks grow warm. He couldn't help but think back to the time when John Dory had made the very confident-sounding claim that Rhonda was waterproof, but it hadn't turned out to be so.

Poppy however didn't seem bothered, and snickered. "I mean, even if she isn't, I'm sure she'll make sure nobody bothers us. Won't you, girl?"

Branch gave a short gasp when he felt a rumble of a trill behind him in response, only coming to just realize that Rhonda had been awakened and was panting happily at the couple. She wagged her stumpy green tail, seeming to have understood what Poppy had said and more than willing to be of help.

Branch still looked a little bit uncertain, suddenly rethinking this little venture. Even with as much as he wanted this to happen, would it be wise?

"Poppy," he said, pausing to think of what he was going to point out to her first. That perhaps they shouldn't be partaking in these type of activities within a caterbus that was not theirs? With not one, nor two, or even three or four, but FIVE other Trolls who had the chance of waking up and catching them in the act? And what kind of mess would they leave behind on the bed? Branch couldn’t imagine the embarrassment that he would have to face if confronted by John Dory for anything that was leftover upon the sheets….

But Poppy was quick to already reply. And reply she did. "Brrranch…" His name was a teasing growl, the ‘r’ drawn arousingly as she opened Rhonda's side door, batted her lashes and gingerly stepped foot inside.

Branch sighed. That's it.

In a move that suddenly startled her, he swept in, hauling her up and off her feet and hoisting her in a bridal carry that had her doing her best to not squeal in surprise. As he toted her into the caterbus, he hoped Poppy wasn't prepared to sleep.

Because Branch sure wasn't.

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A loud, thumping in the night is what awakened him.

Floyd startled, a little groggy as he registered that it was still pitch black, the morning not broken through yet. He attempted to shut his eyes again and doze off, but a sudden rumbling in his stomach caught him off guard, letting the magenta-haired Troll know loud and clear that it was hungry.

One midnight snack will do, he thought. Or... whatever time it is. Floyd had no way of knowing in particular what hour it was. It could very well be past midnight, or just a few minutes before the crack of dawn. He went back and forth reasoning which of the two it could be as he made his light, tip-toeing steps towards Rhonda. JD had lots of goodies packed in his fridge and cabinets, so there was bound to be something to sedate him.

As his hand reached for the knob of Rhonda's door, prepared to turn, he stopped short at the sound of the thumping again, more pronounced. Floyd blinked. Was that coming from inside of the caterbus? He strained to listen, and heard a rapid creaking noise, as though springs were being pressed down upon over and over, accompanied with a long, drawn noise of some sort. A moan, he realized, the longer he had his ear perked to attention.

Wait a minute... He thought he recognized that voice. Was that… Poppy? Floyd blinked. Why? Had something happened to her? He glanced over to where the other Trolls had been sleeping, seeing for the first time that her sleeping bag was indeed empty...

...And so was Branch's.

Suddenly, the magenta Troll's brain began to put two and two together, the cogs shifting in his brain right as another thumping was heard, and a new moan that bore a resemblance to the name of his youngest bro resonated.

Something had happened to Poppy all right. But it wasn't anything bad.

It was…

They were...

“Oh!” he gasped. Floyd suddenly felt blood rush to his face, his appetite vanishing entirely and his stomach turning queasy. He hurriedly turned his heel, trying to dash as quickly as he could back to his sleeping bag before he had an accident, but failing as he tripped over one of his brothers.

"Ow," a drowsy mumble came from Bruce, and he began to sit up and rub his eyes at the disturbance. "Floyd? Dude, what's going on?"

Floyd waved his hands in a panic. "No! Bruce, go back to sleep. Please!"

"Huh?" Bruce cocked his head. "What are you talking abou - " His sentence was cut off by the sound of a shout, one that sounded an awful lot like their youngest brother. More thumping followed, and Bruce raised an eyebrow, clueless for a second, until realization dawned upon him. "Ohhhh," he said, cracking a smile once his thoughts were confirmed upon seeing the lack of Branch and Poppy in their respective sleeping bags. Rhonda affirmed it further, cutting her narrowed eyes at him as if daring him to try and intrude the private moment. So that's what they were up to. Bruce shook his head, fondly remembering a time when he and Brandy were younger, and would get up to their own share of frisky business. "Well, I'll tell you one thing for sure," he told Floyd, "If there was ever any doubt that Branch isn't a man, there certainly isn’t one now."

Two responses met the purple-haired Troll. One was another loud moan coming from the caterbus. The other was a groan of dismay from his magenta-haired brother.

"Didn't John Dory say she was soundproofed?" Floyd whimpered in mortification, pointing at Rhonda.

Bruce laughed. "Bro, Rhonda's not soundproof. JD just sleeps like a rock. See?" The brothers looked over at their eldest bro who indeed looked like a content stone just laying there. Un-rock-like though, he snored, drooling some from the side of his open mouth.

Of course, Floyd thought with a roll of his eyes. He cast a worried glance at Bruce. "Okay, but, um, what should we do? I'd love to go back to sleep, but not if I'm going to listen to… um… to…" He tried to think of the right word to describe what was happening without outright saying it, but found he didn't have to. He grimaced when Poppy cried out, making him shudder. "To that," he finished.

Bruce understood and patted a hand reassuringly on Floyd’s shoulder. "Not to worry, bro. I got you covered. Here, gimme your hand." Floyd extended his palm out, and Bruce reached into his hair, pulling out a couple of small objects.

Floyd was perplexed when he realized what it was. "Gumdrops?" he asked.

"Hey, I know they're delish, but they're also 100% soundproof, guaranteed."

Floyd narrowed his eyes, unable to help feeling skeptical. "You sure?"

Bruce nodded. "Yep! Trust me, I stuff them in my kids' ears every night right after they've gone to sleep, in case the wife and I ever get in the mood. So far, they haven't been disturbed a peep!"

Floyd felt his stomach lurch and then nodded. “Okay! Alright, I’ll take them.”

Bruce chuckled, putting his own gumdrops in his ears and snuggling back down. He dozed off once more, and Floyd soon after, the magenta-haired Troll relieved that true to his brother’s word, he heard nothing but the sound of silence.

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Poppy found the brilliant sun the following morning a perfect compliment to the equally sunny attitude she had. She stretched, recomposed herself, and took a great big whiff of the fresh air once she stepped out of Rhonda. Right as she began to replay the events of the previous night, she felt a pair of hands slink around her waist, belonging to the Troll she’d shared the wonderful experience with. She giggled a little as his caress lightly tickled her sides, and she turned to face him, bestowing a quick peck upon his lips.

“Morning,” he whispered.

“Morning,” she replied. She licked her lips with a little hum, noting the flavor he’d left behind on them. “I take it coffee's brewing?” she asked.

“Mmm-hmm,” he confirmed, tipping his messy-haired blue head back towards Rhonda. “Want a cup?”

“In a little bit,” she said. “Think I’m gonna stretch my legs out here a bit first. I’m, uh… still a bit sore.” She admitted it with a blush that made Branch chuckle.

“All right.” He better adjusted his leafy vest to conceal the purplish mark on the base of his neck, bruise-like in appearance if not for the indentations indicative of teeth, if one were to look closely enough - evidence of the Pop Queen’s handiwork, no doubt.

They exchanged another sweet peck, and then Poppy was off at her sister’s side in a couple of wobbly bounds.

“Wakey, wakey!” she chirped, shaking her shoulder.

Viva gave a short yawn and grinned when her sights set on her sister. “Hey, you!” she giggled, throwing her arms around her for a hug. Taking note of her messy pink hair and worried she’d tossed and turned through the night, Viva questioned her. “You sleep okay?”

“Yeah,” Poppy replied. Better than okay, actually, she added silently, remembering Branch’s arms around her and how expertly they’d handled her.

“Oh, good!” Viva breathed out. “Um, you do know your leg warmers are inside out, right?”

Poppy grinned sheepishly when she realized her sister was right. But she couldn’t help be disoriented, not after the way Branch made her so drunk on his love. She shrugged, grateful when Clay’s awakening interrupted them.

“Ah, man, I had the best dream ever!” he declared as he stretched, sitting up in his sleeping bag.

Viva rolled her eyes. “This isn’t the one where you’re drinking hot cocoa and finishing everyone’s taxes, is it?”

Clay raised a hand. “Guilty, and quite happy to be found so!” he laughed.

Viva chuckled and turned to her sister. “That’s Clay for ya!”

Poppy shook her head with a little grin and then spotted Floyd and Bruce. “Hey, guys!” she called. “Branch is at the caterbus brewing some coffee. Want some?”

Poppy then witnessed something peculiar. At the mention of their youngest bro, Floyd’s eyes widened and he exchanged a look with Bruce. The purple-haired Troll calmly replied for the two. “I’ll take a cup, Poppy, but I think Floyd’s gonna pass. He was a little sick last night, and he’s still not up to par just yet.”

Poppy’s eyebrows creased in worry. “Oh, no! Really?” She looked to the magenta-haired Troll for an answer.

“I’ll be fine,” Floyd squeaked, clearing his throat afterwards in hopes that nobody would question him further for his strange behavior. Attention was drawn from him when John Dory leapt upon his feet, bright eyed and bushy tailed.

“Wassup, fam!” he cried, snapping his fingers. “I don’t know about you all, but I slept like a baby! A baby Branch that is.” He chuckled at his own joke, until the voice of his youngest brother stopped him.

“I thought I told you to refrain from calling me that!” Branch grumbled as he stepped towards them, sipping a cup of coffee.

“I was just playing, bro.” His expression then switched to a serious one. “For real though, dude, are you all right?”

Branch looked at him with confusion. “What’d you mean?”

John Dory exhaled. “Huh, I dunno if I was dreaming or something, but I coulda sworn I heard some screaming from you last night. And y’know, come to think of it, you too, Poppy!” JD scratched his head. “Were y’all having nightmares or something?”

In that instant, Poppy felt all the color rush to her face. Branch gagged midsip of the coffee he was drinking, and Floyd moaned, a hint of green tinting his face as he rushed into the bushes to heave what was in his stomach.

“NIghtmares!” Poppy laughed. “Nightmares he says!” She laughed until she felt herself grow light-headed, and then faint.

Not in much of a better state, Branch stood, frozen in shock and unresponsive to his surroundings, blue eyes open wide but unseeing.

“Uhhh… I feel like I missed something here,” JD said, puzzled.

Clay and Viva murmured their agreement as the former waved a hand in front of his little bro’s face and Viva fanned Poppy, who was still splayed on the ground.

“I didn’t,” Bruce mumbled.

JD’s head shot towards him. “What?”

“Nevermind,” the purple-haired Troll quickly said, plastering a nothing-is-wrong grin on his face. “Now, who wants gumdrops?”

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #dreamworks #broppy #branch trolls #poppy trolls #brozone #john dory #spruce trolls #clay trolls #floyd trolls #viva trolls #fanfiction #kittyball writes #grown up stuff fanfiction #100+

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fantomette22 · 7 days

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2, 4, and 13 for Maria!!

3 for Gehrman!

1 for your smol KH boy, the mini Gehrman…BRAIN! I remembered!

Ask game from here

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

Euh oh boy hmm I guess I have severals ones but I will say the fact that she really respected and had huge admiration for Gehrman. I really wanna know what happened in their goddamn life to have such a strong bond (whatever the interprets just platonically have a strong connection at least).

And I will add that I headcanon she could really do blood pyromancy for real if she really wanted to or loose control. And that's why she almost never did from her living, it terrifyed her.

4. Favorite line

Well she basically have 3 sentences of dialogue 💀 so if cut content don't count I guess so all of them? Maybe the first one.

13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done

AH interesting! Well if the more dramatic dumb things don't count (like idk getting into fight with your family of running away!) she did a couple of very dumb things when she was younger for sure 😂 Hm I guess trying to cook something for the first times and failing. Oh Maria it's not gonna boil & get cook if you don't put it on the fire XD

Also I supposed tons of lil jokes to her family & cousins. Oh I could tell you the time she had enough of freaking raw meat and said she didn't want to eat some anymore. Oh boy... (that's your fault for the inspo) but they give her a whole ass salad 💀 with all the leaf maybe not wash. And all. And afterwards whole ass vegetables like carrot who weren't cut or peeled! She last 1-2 weeks before apologising XD

Oh and of course my fav dumb & dangerous Byrgenwerth shenanigans! (it's not just her but the entire students squad, who are like around 20y) : Hey, what if we decided to go in a restricted and forbidden area that was surprisingly open during prom night to discover dark secrets about the college! No one will know, or we'll play dumb to not get into trouble! I'm sure nothing will go wrong and we will not almost die because a werewolf show up! :)

A miracle some of them managed to live 15 more years 😑😭

3. Obscure headcanon for Gehrman

Hmmmm... ok I got it thanks XD Well while hc about him being neurodivergent aren't unique, me projecting all my knowledge in geology into him is XD I imagined even with his very modest childhood he liked reading books, to discover and learn things about nature and the world around him.

Seeing a lil meteorite crash in the field and recovering it changed him as well! So yes besides being a strong fighter with good survival skills, having the ability to make weapons, know the materials' characteristics etc I like to imagine he did learn more on geology, geography, cartography, how to built mines and underground tunnels, and a bit of astronomy as well! Always useful on the field! He can easily recognize the 3 different irons ore as well! Everyone is confuse but it feel very easy to him to differentiate hematite from magnetite from siderite x)

1. Canon I outright reject for Brain. (we literally have another character/hero who literally have a red scarf lmao. This one is a goth with a fedora who really like data and informatics and screw up fate xD )

Euhhhhhh. Well it's still not sure if it's canon and you'll probably don't understand shit but anyway spoiler

I refuse to believe Luxu just stole Brain's body and yet his heart & soul idk where and basically kills him. I wanna believe maybe it wasn't Luxu but Brain after a time skip? Or maybe he did took Brain's body but still send his heart/souls in Scala? And so he got a new body/his body back?? Idk this game & series is making me crazy.

Like I am still so confuse. 3 YEARS AFTERWARDS huzdabdbkefz

#my asks #ask game #kh brain #bloodborne headcanons #gehrman the first hunter #lady maria of the astral clocktower

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 1 year

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The Eclipse, Blood Moon, And Harvest Moon Show

Pairings: DJ Music Man/Blood Moon, Glamrock Bonnie/Harvest Moon

Word Count: 1,160 Words

Summary: Learning Minecraft goes hilariously when four people don't know what they're doing. Eclipse and Sirius go shopping.

Warnings: Death (in game and mentioned), Nightmare, Anxiety Attack, Cursing, Abuse (mentioned only), let me know if I should add anything else.

Chapter 6: Minecraft Chaos With Lunar and Sirius & Shopping Haul With Sirius and Eclipse

"Hello and welcome to the Eclipse, Blood Moon, and Harvest Moon Show, everyone!" Blood Moon greeted.

"Today we're playing Minecraft with Lunar and Sirius. Today is she/her for me and he/him for Siri." Eclipse clarified.

"For Vessie, we found a way to download Minecraft for them so they can play with us so today is a five-person game for once." Blood Moon announced happily.

"I showed them how!" Lunar happily announced.

"I still have very little idea of what to do." Sirius admitted. Filming was hilarious.

Lunar was chasing a specific bee and dying for it over and over. Sirius kept following the others around and watching what they were doing. Eclipse had managed to create a fully functional Death Star, which had terrified the others so she had gotten rid of it.

Harvest was constantly falling through the world after having dug completely through under their spawn point. Bloody was hoarding sheep and breeding them for a killing machine he'd made Eclipse build after the Death Star.

It ended with the lot of them laughing and giggling like kids as Eclipse remade and activated her Death Star and razed the world. Blood Moon and Harvest had even split from each other due to how much they were laughing and Sirius was trying to hide his chuckling and failing watching a sheep of Blood Moon's falling through the world.

"Alright, everyone, that was today's episode. Just sibling shenanigans. Like, comment, and subscribe for more episodes of the Eclipse, Blood, and Harvest Show." Lunar did the outro for the trio still giggling their asses off at the chicken trying to escape the Death Star's beam.

Once the giggling finally tapered off, they all calmed down and had to take a few minutes more to calm down instead of starting right back up giggling. Sirius was shifting uncomfortably and hands seeming to hide his chest. Oh.

"Girl day suddenly?" Eclipse asked.

"Yeah." Sirius admitted.

"Here." Eclipse handed her a spare sweater. "I should take you to get dresses. I've been meaning to go shopping and get some." Eclipse told her.

"Okay, yeah, we can, I guess. I have money in my account still." Sirius agreed.

"My treat. I have like seventeen thousand left from my last sale."

"Oh, I couldn't that yours-"

"Sirius, we can't possibly spend 17k in one go getting dresses. I'm treating you, come on. We'll get dressed in something comfy and we'll go shopping." Eclipse assured her and dragged her off to her room, putting various clothing on the bed for Sirius to pick and choose from to get dressed.

"You pick anything you want, whatever feels comfortable and easy to get off since we'll probably have to try the dresses on and make sure they fit." Eclipse told her.

"Yeah, okay. Um..."

"I'm not looking, I'm getting dressed too. Can't leave in the jester suit." Eclipse reminded her as she got off her sweater and put on a much more comfortable top and jeans rather than her jester pants. While she was zipping her boots, she checked on Sirius pulling on boots of her own.

"We're the same sizes. It'll be easier to trade then." Eclipse smiled.

"Well, we're practically twins but aren't most models the same size?" Sirius asked.

"No, the twins are a little shorter because of the nanobots. And Lunar just...Lunar has hooves half the time with his tiny form." Eclipse relayed.

"They're shorter? I didn't even notice." Sirius noted as she stood in the boots.

"Alright, ready to go shopping?" Eclipse asked.

"I'm ready."

Shopping was fun, the two looking through together was much akin to kids in a candy store, shoving dresses at each other to try on and Eclipse and Sirius leaving having gotten more than plenty of clothes for both themselves and each other.

Eclipse's new favorite was the short black dress with rhinestone straps and a moon and star pattern all over it. Sirius' ended up being a black crushed velvet dress with a sort of cage on the neckline and lace on the bottom of the skirt.

Both returned giggly and happy and showed off their new clothes to their brothers, Lunar even complimenting Eclipse's new dresses and the twins fawned over Sirius. It was a nice time all around, which Lunar took Sirius back home after so she could go home to her brother after two days away, something her brother may be worried about.

Eclipse went to bed that night pleased with herself, she was happy seeing Sirius so happy with herself. But Eclipse ended up waking from a nightmare of her father at nearly 2 in the morning. She couldn't seem to get back to sleep but she could hear one of the twins up.

Eclipse got up, wandering to her siblings' room, seeing Harvest Moon awake and Blood Moon likely dead asleep and snoring in their head. She laid herself against Harvest, sniffling and they simply held her and brought her to their own bed.

"What's wrong, Clipsey?" Harvest asked softly.

"Nightmare about KC. He came after me again. He tried to kill me." Eclipse explained.

"Clipse, that won't happen. We'll protect you, I promise." Harvest promised her.

"I know, but what if you aren't there? What if he sends you two off and he hurts me again?" Eclipse asked.

"Then we'll take care of you after again. And I won't stop Bloody from going after him. That fucker is not welcome anymore. He is not our father, he is a virus. He hurt you, he can't possibly give a good enough excuse for that." Harvest explained.

"Why me? Why does he hurt me? He loves you two so much but he hurts me. Why does he hurt me?" Eclipse asked, she was breaking back down again into tears, burying against her sibling and Harvest simply rubbed over her back and held her closer.

"He's an asshole, Clipsey. I don't know why he hurts you and not us, but I know there's no reason that he could possibly give that would make it okay. You're his firstborn, he should love you even more than us. But, even if he doesn't, we do love you. And we'll protect you with everything we have."

Eclipse choked a sob. Even if her father didn't love her, the twins did. Her little sibling loved her, they would protect her. She didn't want a shield in them but it felt so much better to know they would protect her. Eclipse felt like the weight was gone from the nightmare. It was still there and it was still scary, but the heavy weight of vulnerability was gone.

"I love you too." Eclipse managed to choke out.

"Get some sleep, Clipsey. It's late, you need some rest. We'll be here the whole time." Harvest assured her and they rubbed over her back a bit more, slowly urging her more and more to sleep until she was asleep against them.

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gallavich-headcanon · 2 years

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hmm definitely think it just took Terry a while to find out. Also again Ian has no black eye in 11x11 so time has passed. Or Ian just exaggerating a “month ago” Because night one would be the night of the courthouse when Mickey finds Byron, night two is when Ian shows up at Byron’s apartment, im assuming when he tries to give Micke his shirt backs that’s the following morning, and that’s when they talk about the concert they get engaged at which is the following night. So barley three full days of a break up lol. But idk what do we think.

Okay so I did some digging and you're right anon, no black plus Ian still has his cast but he doesn't need the crotches anymore so his leg must have had some time to heal.

I would add one more day to that count since when Mickey came to pack his stuff Ian says "so about the other day..." (not yesterday) and "thought you only knew each other a couple of days". So my best guess is: day 1: City hall day 2: Mickey meets Byron day 3: Mickey 'moves out' + promise ring shenanigans day 4: Byron invites Ian to the concert day 5: Concert Engagment

But all in all I agree it was only 3 full days of them not being together lol

Now I wonder, anon, what do you think happened after Ian fell down the stairs? Did Mickey stay with him until someone came ? Did he take him to the hospital and then left? Did he make sure Ian got home? Or did he just storm out?

#anon i love you #anon #my headcanons #gallavich headcanons #gallavich #shameless #byron #s10 #fiancés

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arcanetrivia · 2 years

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Monkey Island Week 2022 Day 1

I don’t draw (“we’re artists”? ah, if only), so I hardly feel it’s worth me making a top post about this rather than just reblogging, but...

https://captmickey.tumblr.com/post/688764371754729472/day-one-return-to-a-new-look-holy-dairy-farmer

Day One: Return To A New Look

Holy Dairy Farmer, we got a new Monkey Island coming out this year! This is absolutely positively wild! And because this is, after all, a new Monkey Island game, that means our boy Guybrush got a whole new look.

And he looks absolutely wonderful!

But lets be real: we’re artists. We have our things we would like added or remove, or maybe nothing at all and because we love it as is! So what would you do? Would you change his look or not? If you would, what will you add or remove? His pony tail? No tail? Mohawk? Have at it!

How dare you suggest removing his ponytail ;)

I’m not sure whether this means “is there something you would have wanted to see / would change” about Guybrush’s design in general, or specifically the RMI design. If the latter, I don’t want to harp on the art style and invite drama (I do like the art in general and Wally particularly was a real IT HE!!!! moment), though I would have preferred more natural proportions (head to lower limb ratio is especially odd).

But as far as specific design elements, I miss his blue eyes! And yes I know 1. no one has colored eyes in this style (unless you count LeChuck’s glowing red) and 2. he doesn’t have visibly blue eyes in like half of the games anyway, but somehow they’re such an important feature in the image I carry around in my head.

Slightly silly answer, I’ve long wanted to see Guybrush in a pirate hat. Not necessarily as a permanent feature of his costume, just a scene or something. And while I can understand the internal chronological reason for having him in basically his Revenge outfit, although they seem to have added a little capelet or trim of some kind to the back--

--I was kinda hoping for new clothes, just to see what they came up with. Maybe there will be time-jumping shenanigans as so many have speculated and we’ll get to see a little variety here or there.

I might also have gone with hair a little less brightly blond, tried to split the difference between the light brown color in (original) MI1/2 and the trend to really yellow blond that happened later, sort of like they did in the MI2 SE. This is partly also a “the Guybrush in my head is more dark/honey blond, a color that sometimes looks light brown and sometimes looks golden” thing but also the idea of sort of unifying or recombining various iterations of the design so there isn’t this... era divide? I guess? or something... But I can see why they wanted to make him pop out of the screen as a general color design choice -- see for example how his hair shows up against the dark teal of the side of the ship he’s standing in front of.

(As for a mohawk, I always find it fun to dress up favorite characters in all sorts of specifially themed outfits and modern-punk Guybrush is actually one I’d thought of. He didn’t have a mohawk, but probably quite an undercut under the ponytail, and he had a blue leather jacket with skull & crossbones done in pyramid studs ;) )

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themonotonysyndrome · 3 years

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Summary: Everyone in D.A.M.N simp for the power couple at least a little bit - the Vampire Prince of Dahlia and the Electro Energetic. Gavin and the Freelancer would be lying if they said they haven't been watching them... respectfully.

TW: [Swearing], [Profanity], [Explicit implications courtesy of Gavin, of course] & [Oblivious narrators]

Apologies for any grammatical or spelling errors because I wrote this the whole night and only edited it once. I’ll do the editing process again tomorrow morning.

Life as a student in D.A.M.N is nothing like regular colleges or universities. While the environment is hectic with exams, assignments and teachers with sticks up their asses - there's also a hint of craziness thrown into the mix. You can never really predict how your day would go here in the academy, and to most of the students, it's the typical college experience you'll get everywhere. Just... taken to the next level.

That's what you get for a magical academy, after all.

An Air Elemental would accidentally shatter the windows in a classroom with a powerful gust of wind on a random ass Tuesday because she was laughing too hard. A Graviton Energetic would sneeze, and suddenly, the gravity in the music room would stick the instruments on the ceilings. The entire soccer team would fall flat on the grassy field, snoozing because the Serenity Daemon playing as the Goalkeeper uses too much magic to calm their anxious Sweeper during his first play with the team.

With so many Empowered creatures of all kinds attending D.A.M.N, there's never a dull moment. You learned that the moment a loud growl came from the Debate Club on your second week as a student. A Wolf Shifter had gotten into a heated argument with a Vampire about the toppings that should and shouldn't be on a pizza.

So yeah, typical college life with magic thrown into your daily shenanigans.

Today, you can't help but wonder what sort of excitement would occur as the large clock above the lecture hall ticks by, counting down the second before the class is over.

You check the clock and sigh. Just ten more minutes to go, but it feels like time is creeping forward at such a snail-like pace. Tapping your pen on the open notebook laid before you rather irritability, you just want the lecturer to stop yammering already so you can grab lunch at the food truck parked outside of campus.

Something gently knocks against your knuckle. You tilt your head to the side and meet with Damien's unamused stare; it looks like this is the third time he caught you losing focus in class.

"I told you to grab a snack before class started." Damien whispers, mindful to keep his voice even so the lecturer won't catch them chatting. Sadism Daemons are scary when you piss them off, and the way the lecturer's eyes sweep through the students is more than enough to have them all shut the hell up the moment he begins their topic of the day.

"I was meeting up with Lasko and we lost track of time." You hiss back. Yesterday you made a promise to catch up with the Air Elemental before your first class started to organise the date and invitations for the next game night. Once Lasko starts talking about the things he's comfortable with, he loses his stutter and launches into an animated one-sided conversation. You didn't have the heart to stop him, not when he looks so happy and cute.

Buying that Arkham Horror board game was the right purchase to surprise him with.

While your mind replays the morning you spend with Lasko, Damien rolls his eyes. "Of course you did. Here." He pushes his coffee cup towards you. His fingers linger on the cup for a few seconds to make sure that the coffee remains hot enough to drink.

You grab the cup, grateful for his consideration, and take a big swing. The coffee settles pleasantly in your stomach as warmth spreads within your body.

You're more a tea drinker - the classic Early Grey and Gunpowder Green - but at this instance, coffee would hopefully kick your focus back into gear.

"Thanks, Damien." You said before passing the cup back to him. You peeked at his notebook and wasn't surprised to find that it's packed with notes written in different coloured pens. "Hey, want to grab lunch together after this?"

Damien switched the yellow pen for a red one when the lecturer mentioned something about a topic for the upcoming test. You absentmindedly wondered if it's worth your life stealing his notebook. "Sure. What are you in the mood for?" He asked.

Finally, the lecturer dismisses the class. Chatters erupt as students pack up while some scurry over to the podium to ask a few questions.

You lean against your seat to stretch your back; your notebooks and stationery are already in your school backpack. You're just waiting for Damien now. "I'm craving for a burger and some cheesy loaded fries with a boba tea." God, just thinking about it is already enough to make your mouth watered.

Being a health nut, Damien throws you a judgemental look at your food choice as you two made your way towards the main campus entrance. He easily follows your lead through a crowd of students, and Damien even gently pulls you closer to his side when a student whizzes by on her skateboard.

With so many people talking and laughing around you and Damien, you can't help but hear the conversations hovering around you.

"...had class with them yesterday? Dude, you're so lucky! Did you sit beside them!?"

"Are you fucking crazy? No! I sat two rows behind them, but it was enough to smell their perfume. God, they're so gorgeous - I couldn't focus the entire time!"

"I've heard a few players from the Earth Elemental team tried to invite them to their party this weekend, but they were shot down. Apply cold water on burned area."

"Well, duh. You can't just walk up to them like that! They're one of the hottest people in this academy."

"Yeah, but those players are in one of the most well-respected sports teams in all of Dahlia, and even they can't stand a chance against them!"

Students parted ways as you and Damien approached the gates. Rows of food trucks parked across the street with tables and chairs placed about. The conversations tapered off behind you, along with the hubbub of the academy. You have a pretty good idea of whom those students were talking about. It's been a topic surrounding the academy ever since the start of the new academic year.

Even as an introvert who prefers to hover to your few but close group of friends, you couldn't escape the latest academy gossip.

"Finally, I thought my ears would've fallen off before we could escape," Damien mutters. It's a cloudy Wednesday; dark clouds are rolling above them with an occasional burst of strong breeze cutting through. "You'd think they would just give it a rest already."

The food truck you and Damien stop by displays a menu with a wide variety of food and drinks. From burgers to pasta and desserts ranging from ice-creams to Thai banana pancakes, your stomach begins to growl. You place your order in a hurry, whereas Damien selects a hearty sandwich stuffed with juicy and tender slices of slow-smoked beef brisket with veggies of his choice and chipotle mayo in between two crusty loaves with a bottle of water.

You and Damien grab your meals to sit at one of the vacant tables and enjoy lunch together. Good food and good company - what more could you ask for? Well, other than Damien's tsk-ing and wiping the barbecue sauce that smudged the corner of your cheek like the mother hen he constantly denies to be.

"Can't you eat your food properly, Freelancer? You're getting your fingers dirty too. Give me your hand." Damien demanded halfway through his sandwich. You grin impishly and offer your left hand for Damien to wipe with some tissue while the other is holding a burger. The thick sauce begins to drip.

Soon enough, a familiar voice shouts at them from across the street.

"Yo, Damien! Freelancer! Are you guys, like, having lunch? Can I join!?"

You can't help but beam and wave your hand (that was still holding the burger) high up when Huxley crosses over. Damien squawked with eyes wide in horror when the barbecue sauce got all over the table. He hurried to wipe the table clean while you greeted Huxley.

"Hi, Huxley! Are you grabbing lunch too? Take a seat, man!"

"Thanks a bunch, dude. It's been a while since I hung out with you two."

"We literally had a class together two days ago."

"Two days too long, Damien. I miss you guys."

"Aww, that's super sweet of you, Hux!"

"Oh, for the love of - just go buy something already before the next class starts."

Huxley happily gives Damien two thumbs up before grabbing his food and drink. When he returned to their table, he brought a tray of smoothie consisting of kale, spinach, banana, orange, and vanilla blended into green mush in a plastic cup and a plate of vegan quesadillas.

The moment Huxley sat down, you took a sip of his drink and made a face.

"Yeah, I ask them to hold back on the honey because I like the vanilla more," Huxley explains before tucking in. "Oh! But I can ask them to add more honey if you want. That’s like, totally cool."

You quickly shake your head and clean your palate with your sweet boba tea. "It's cool, Hux. Just wanted to try a sip. You're really into these crazy healthy smoothies."

"They're the bomb, dude. My Mums introduced a few recipes to me when I was a kid, and I basically hooked ever since." The Earth Elemental explains after gulping down a good chunk of the green goo.

"Yeah, well, with the calories you burned up during practice, I guess you can't go wrong with smoothies," Damien added thoughtfully. His sandwich is all gone. He props an elbow on the table and cradles his face in one open palm. "Anyway, what's up, Huxley? Anything new happened?"

"Nah, it's been nothing but the same shit lately. Classes, assignments and practices for the upcoming Elemental & Energetic Games - normal stuff. What about you guys?"

"More or less the same." Damien replies, soundly ignoring your "We're hitting the tournament arc!" outburst. "Planning to organise a study group for the upcoming tests. I expect the two of you will be joining, by the way."

At Damien's words, Huxley beams brighter. Any brighter, you'd need a pair of sunglasses. "For real, dude!? You're like, the best friend ever, Damien! C'mere - lemme give you a hug!"

You snicker when despite Damien's frantic protest, Huxley shoot up from his chair and quickly hugs the Fire Elemental tightly before he has the chance to weasel away.

Also, you didn't miss the chance to snap a quick picture of them to show Gavin tonight.

Unaware of your phone, Damien grumbled when Huxley finally released him, and they sat down again. The three of you continue to chat about everything and anything. Soon, the topic shifts from tests to plans for the weekend.

Huxley snapped his fingers when you mentioned Lasko's gaming night and the tabletop game you recently bought for him so they could all play together.

"I totally forgot about the party! A few guys in my team are having a party this Saturday, and I want to invite you guys and Lasko. Oh! Gavin too! It's going to be a blast, and on Sunday, we can play that new board game."

You and Damien exchange a glance. "Sounds fun. Actually, we've heard about the party just now. How many people are your team members inviting?" You asked, curious.

Huxley takes a moment to ponder before shrugging. He's nearly done with this food. "It's supposed to be just with a few close friends. Nothing too crazy, you know? After the last party that ended with fireworks exploding in someone's bedroom, they want to keep it lowkey."

"Huh. Close friends, but they tried to invite a certain Energetic," Damien interjects. "What's up with that?"

"You heard about that too?" Huxley replied, surprise coloured his tone. "Word travel like, super-fast around campus! It happened, like, yesterday morning!"

Damien let out an annoyed groan and ran a palm down his face. "I think it's safe to say that everyone in this fucking academy is talking about it and nothing else. God, no matter where you go, you can't escape it."

You pat Damien's arm in a comforting manner. "They're hot and popular; people will be talking about them until we all graduate."

"And if it isn't them, people would be talking about their boyfriend," Huxley pointed out, stirring his smoothie languidly. Huxley smiles and offers it to you when you critically stare at it for a tad too long. Against your better judgement, you try again.

Blek! It still tastes the same! Huxley just chuckles and finishes the rest of the smoothie while you seek solace with your boba tea again.

"Besides, it's not often you see an Energetic and Vampire couple walking around," Huxley continued. "I think they're living together too. I mean, that's what I heard."

"Don't tell me you also have a crush on them."

Before Huxley could say anything, you tentatively raise your hand as if you guys are in class. Now you bear Damien's annoyed glance. "I was kinda hardcore crushing on them and their boyfriend before Gavin and I officially got together. They keep to themselves and their boyfriend most of the time, but they're super nice in classes."

The Elemental and Energetic courses often have classes that intermingle every week. However, they're primarily compulsory lessons like magical history, laws regarding coverts and taxonomy of various Empowered creatures.

So you're practically classmates with the hottest Electro Energetic in the academy and had even sat beside them a few times during class. Unlike many of the students who simp for them at a distance.

The power couple of D.A.M.N is certainly interesting, to say the least.

You narrowed your eyes at Damien when he refused to let up his disappointed stare. "Don't lie to me. You simp for them too."

Damien huffs and crosses his arms. "Both of them look good, alright. Anyone with a working pair of eyes could tell from a mile away. They're gorgeous, and the Vampire is hot - so what?"

"They're both super strong too." Huxley unknowingly throws more wood into the fire.

By the time their lunch ended, Damien had demanded they talk about something else, so you jump into plans for the weekend. Party on Saturday and a gaming session on Sunday.

Typical college life.

When the time on your phone displays 10.30 PM in glaring bright light and you're still on campus, you know what death feels like.

It's quiet in the cafeteria, save for a small group of students huddled together around tables scattered in various places. Their heads are hunched down as they go over textbooks and assignments. One of the students happens to be a Vampire judging from the blood bag beside his laptop.

A red swirly straw juts out of the bag, and for a brief moment of exhaustion, you entertain the image of the student sipping the blood bag as if it was a Capri Sun.

Just like those students, the reason why you've stayed late in the academy's cafeteria is because of assignments. You know that if you bring your homework back home with you, you won't get any of it done. It's better to stay here and slough through them instead.

Damien would scold and drag you home if he knew. Huxley would be sad and plead for you to rest, and Lasko would put on his guidance counsellor voice and advise you that a good night's sleep would help you think better.

The boys mean well, and you love them for it, but you know yourself better than anyone. If you don't finish these assignments tonight, you would just procrastinate until the deadline punches you right in the face.

You sigh and rub your temple in frustration. You've made good progress so far, but there's still a few left and you want to complete them all before going home. So you resume writing down the essay about the importance of convert and the Department on your laptop, fingers deftly flying all over the keyboard.

Nighttime at D.A.M.N is not as busy as it is in the morning. The students that are going in and out of classes are mostly Vampires and nocturnal animal Shifters. The academy's faculties are also lesser in terms of numbers compared to their morning counterpart.

Twice you've experienced the nightlife at D.A.M.N, and tonight would be your third. You wondered if Gavin is at home already. Hopefully, you can return to the apartment before him. Better wrap this up, then.

The steady rhythm of your fingers on the keyboard and quiet discussion from the group of students slowly lull you to sleep. Hang in there just a little more!

The sound of a Daemon Rifting into this world startles you awake.

"Here you are, Deviant," Gavin said, his ordinarily seductive voice laced with conceal anger. Oh shit, you're in trouble now. "I thought we talked about this."

You have no choice but to face him. Gavin looks devastatingly as sexy as ever; his black t-shirt snugly fits his body to the point that it showcases his biceps tastefully. A pair of dark blue jeans that he just so happens knows will get your heart racing and accompanied by a pair of shiny black Doc Martens boots. A rainbow-coloured bead bracelet is on his right wrist; a gift from Caelum.

You would've swoon at the sight of him if you weren't seconds away from face planting on your laptop.

So instead, you greet him with a, "Whaaa... Gavin?" You rub your eyes and blink at him. "W-What are you doing here? I thought you'd be - " You break out a yawn before sighing. "At home by now."

"Funny. I thought the same thing about you but colour me surprised when Caelum reached out to me while I was grocery shopping — saying that you aren't home even when it's close to midnight." Gavin explains and tilts his head to the spread of books you have before you. "So, want to explain why you're at the campus cafeteria right now instead of in our bed?"

The gears in your head are scrambling to come up with an excuse that's good enough to appease Gavin. So lost in your thoughts that you didn't hear the whispers coming from the nearby students.

"That's the main boyfriend..."

"Holy fuck, an Incubus? Damn, they're insatiable!"

"How often do you think they have orgies? Twice a week?"

" - collecting them like Pokemon!"

Oh fuck it, you can't come up with anything decent. "I'm nearly done with my assignments, Gavin." You assured the worried Incubus. "Just need to write down a few more paragraphs..."

Gavin is undeterred. "Freelancer, we talked about this. It's not healthy that you're making a habit of staying over at campus late at night because of assignments. You're going to burn out like this."

Well yeah, you could feel your body is already seconds away from collapsing but like hell would you admit that to your boyfriend. It's been a long day and an even longer evening. It's a good thing that tomorrow's the weekend.

Gavin startles you once more by leaning against the table and cupping your face in his large hands, so you're forced to look straight into his eyes. He's many things, but to those he deeply trusts and loves, his eyes would always betray the worry and concern he has for you and Caelum; even if his words aren't as forthcoming at times. "My stubborn, enticing Deviant... Are you being a brat again? Not listening to your Dom like you should be?" He purrs.

All of a sudden, your throat suddenly feels like sandpaper, and your heart skips a beat at Gavin's tone. You're very familiar with that tone - it always promises punishment and pleasure mixed together until nothing else exists except for your boyfriend.

But the question now is, how far can you actually push him. So with Gavin still refusing to release your face, you swallow and reply as nonchalantly as you can, "Oh, I don't know about enticing, Gavin. I-I mean, I've been running around campus the whole day. Probably have some barbecue sauce stain on my jacket and - Ow!"

You puff out your cheeks when Gavin pinched them.

"Are you purposely trying to test me, Freelancer? You know that just means more fun for me, and you tie up and helpless on the bed, right?" Gavin is all too happy to remind you, cocking one eyebrow at your impertinence. No doubt he already has your punishment in mind when the two of you are home.

But you're not going to budge that easily. Sensing your stubbornness, Gavin lets you go and unleashes his ultimate move with a sigh.

"I can see the Knots on you, Freelancer, and if I can see them, Caelum can too. I'm not covering your ass when he comes over for breakfast tomorrow and starts crying."

You gasp and immediately recoil. "Low blow Gavin!" You counter, but you know that he speaks the truth. Your heart will literally break if you're the reason that Caelum cries.

Gavin smirks when you switch off your laptop. He helps put your things away and offers a hand to you. With a small smile, you let yourself be gently pulled up by him and sling your backpack over a shoulder.

"Are you hungry?" Gavin asked as the two of you stepped into the large hallway, hand-in-hand. "I didn't manage to make anything when I put the groceries away, but I can whip something up real quick when we get home."

It's a sweet gesture, and you made sure that he knows how much you appreciate it by squeezing his hand. Ever since you two started living together, Gavin is determined to feed you properly. According to him, it's only fitting since you've constantly been feeding him too. "I'm more sleepy than hungry." You reply after a yawn. "I'll just eat a big breakfast tomorrow."

"I'll hold you to it. Also, look alive, Deviant. Hottie approaching at 12 O'clock."

That got your attention immediately, and snapped your eyes forward. Your jaw would've dropped if it weren't for Gavin lightly nudging your side when you saw who was walking towards the two of you.

It's them — the Electro Energetic that became the talk around campus.

They're as breathtaking as ever, even after a whole day of classes and club activities. Not a single hair out of place and clothes unruffled. Their body language stood out to you; their gait is a little hesitant but friendly, while their eyes are kind.

It's easy to see why so many people harbour crushes on them, and you've always been a sucker for cute faces.

When they finally approach you, they pull out a pair of wireless white earbuds from their ears. That's when you hear intense music playing:

It's the Pumpkin Patch King

With the corpse with the ring

And she'd fuck my best friend if I die here today...

"Um, hi. Good evening. I'm sorry for bothering you guys so late like this. Are you heading home?" They inquire tentatively.

Gavin waits for you to take the lead. "Hey, man. Yeah, we kind of are, actually. Want us to walk you home?" You could feel how pleased Gavin is beside you. The offer just crosses your mind, and besides, it's not nice to walk alone this late at night.

That's what you're telling yourself despite the small part in your brain whispered that walking them home would be a great step of getting to know them better. It's just a harmless crush anyway.

Unfortunately, they decline the offer. "I'm waiting for someone, actually, but when I saw you, I wanted to talk for a bit."

Your heart skips a beat for a second time tonight. They specifically sought you out? You? When they've never done so towards anyone before?

"O-Oh," You embarrassingly squeak, clutching Gavin's hand tighter.

The Electro Energetic nod. They tilt their head like an indulged, curious cat and god, that simple gesture shouldn't look so hot. "I don't know if you notice me, but we share Covert Laws - "

If you notice them? If you notice them!? They have a stronger presence than the lecturers themselves! They radiate magic like thunderstorms - intimidating, powerful and commanding that you have no choice but to submit to it.

Sitting beside them was an experience and a half! There's no way an Empowered creature could ignore them despite their quiet demeanour!

" - and I was wondering if you would like to be partners for the final project this year? Um, I heard that you're really good in that class, and I promise to pull my weight with the research and - "

You don't know how to react. Is this really happening? One of the most popular students in the academy wanted to be your project partner? You thought this sort of situation only occurs in animes!

"They'd love to." Gavin smoothly answers when you're too shocked to say anything. "It's always nice to make new friends after all. Especially with a walking wet dream such as yourself." Here, he purposely pauses to appraise the Electro Energetic.

Just like his Freelancer, Gavin has heard all about this Empowered human and even basks in the delicious energy coming from the thoughts and emotions his partner has for them. As an Incubus and their boyfriend, it's hilarious that his Deviant thought he's not aware of their crush. It's cute.

Hmm... it'll be nice if he and the Freelancer could invite the Energetic and their Vampire lover into their bed one of these days. Regardless if they've been Marked; honestly, that just made the couple as appealing as the biblical Forbidden Fruit.

And besides, Gavin has a strong feeling that the Freelancer wouldn't oppose the idea. It'll be the perfect anniversary present for his Deviant.

"...Was that supposed to be a compliment?" They ask warily. Oops, looks like he's coming on a little too strongly. Time to take it down a notch.

"It's whatever you want it to be. Anyway, now that you guys are... partners, what say you get to know us better, hmm? My lover has been eager to be friends with you." Gavin explains. You whip your head at him incredulously. Is he seriously doing what you think he's doing!? "I'm Gavin, by the way. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

The Energetic look confused, and you can't blame them. You need to save them before Gavin proposes something as crazy as an orgy on your behalf!

You laugh awkwardly, bringing their attention to you. "Right! Partners! I'd love to be yours - I-I mean, uh, for school stuff! Yeah! Can we exchange numbers?"

"Smooth, Deviant." Gavin teases. Something caught his interest, not that you notice as you and the Energetic trade contact information. They compliment the cute picture you have as your Home Screen (it's a selfie shot of you and Gavin, Lasko, Damien and Huxley during the previous game night. It's a shame that Caelum couldn't appear), and in return, you ask where did they buy their sick phone cover.

While they still feel like the human embodiment of a fierce thunderstorm, it's nice to have a casual conversation with them. They're thoughtful, kind and fun that you soon find yourself calming down a little.

"Not to cut this riveting conversation short, but are you sure that you don't want us to walk you home? It's getting really late, and we're more than happy to have you crash at our place for the night." Gavin interjects with a seductive grin, eyes half-lidded.

"Umm..."

Whoa, what happened to being friendly, Gavin!? You shoot him a look; he's going to drive them away!

"We have an extra guest room at our apartment." You hurried to explain. "So it's totally cool if your place is far away or something."

Their hesitation melts to understanding. The last thing that you want is a misunderstanding between you two.

"You guys are sweet, but I'll be alright. Actually, I'm about to leave the campus too. I'm just going to hang out at the cafeteria until he arrives." They said. You have a pretty good idea who 'he' is judging by their soft smile.

Gavin, for some reason, amp up his game. With a smirk, he cajoles, "Since he hasn't shown up yet, how about you hang out with us for a bit? There's a bar not too far from here - "

You flinched, and Gavin automatically shuts up and pulls you close to his side when a Vampire appears behind the Electro Energetic. It was so sudden that his appearance was a blur at first.

"Vincent? You're done with class already?" They blink. An arm snaked around their waist as the Vampire pulled his Mate close to his chest. The Energetic had to crane their head up slightly to look at him.

He's as tall as Gavin. Dressed in a casual black coat that screams money with a dark grey shirt accompanied by a pair of black jeans and boots. His silver studs, rings and watch glimmer underneath the fluorescent lights. Everything about this man reminds you of a panther sizing up its prey.

You gulped. He's currently glaring daggers at you and your boyfriend. You're itching to stutter out a, "This isn't what it looks like!" for some reason.

Now, ever since you learned about the existence of magic and Empowered creatures, you did your best to be open-minded. Even that whole ordeal with Vega didn't stop you from reaching out to the various Daemons attending the academy.

However, you haven't managed to befriend a Vampire due to their night classes, and even the few times you stay back like today, most of them are running back and forth through the hallways to catch their next lesson.

So to be the target of a pissed off Vampire made you uncomfortable. You want to fidget, but Gavin's arm secured around you ease some of that tension.

"Mm-hmm. I'm on break right now, so I can drive you back home. You done with that talk with your guidance counsellor?" The Vampire inquired, eyes still glued at you and Gavin.

"All done. We lost track of time when we discussed next semester's timetable for the Energetic course and potential careers once we graduate." His lover explains, unaware of the displeasure rolling off like waves from their boyfriend. "I think I need some time to go over them again. It's a bit much to take in."

The Vampire hums in acknowledgement. "We can go through them together this weekend if you like, Lovely. Maybe we can ask Will for help since he's coming over on Saturday for dinner too."

Oh, you suppose that's why they reject the Earth Elemental players' invitation to the party.

But the Vampire wasn't done. He assesses you and Gavin with narrowed eyes as if you were stains on the bottom of his boots. What the hell? "By the way, are these guys bothering you?"

A chill sweeps through you, sending goosebumps crawling on your skin at the sudden shift of tone. He was warm and affectionate when speaking to his lover, but now? It's colder than ice.

Gavin, whose smirk turns into a shit-eating grin, is utterly unfazed at the Vampire's hostility. In fact, you would go as far as to say that he's relishing it. "We're just keeping your gorgeous Mate company while they're waiting for you. I was just about to propose that we move the conversation to a bar so we could all get to know one another a lot more... intimately."

Oh god, they're so fucked. You have no idea why your boyfriend is trying to start shit up, but you're too tired to deal with this drama. So again, you try to salvage the situation.

"Just as friends!" You quickly butt in. "We decide to be partners for an assignment in Covert Laws, so hanging out at a bar sounds like a good idea as friends." You're sprouting bullshits at this point, but you hope it's enough to save both of your asses. You also made sure to emphasise the word 'friends'.

The Vampire quickly looks at the Energetic for confirmation, and they readily nod. His aggressive body posture relaxes somewhat, but he's still wary of you and Gavin.

Maybe this is the best time to introduce yourself to him.

"Uh, it's a little silly that we didn't introduce ourselves right away, but I'm a Freelancer." You mutter out rather awkwardly. Should you offer a hand to him?

Gavin saves you from doing so. "And I’m their boyfriend, Gavin. An Incubus."

"...Vincent Solaire." The Vampire - Vincent - reluctantly replies.

Wait - his surname sounds familiar, though. You think you heard it in one of the classes about the supernatural factions in Dahlia... It's on the tip of your tongue...

"Oh, we've heard all about you, Your Highness." Gavin slyly quips. "You and your lover are quite the celebrities around here."

Holy shit. Solaire! The most powerful Vampire clan in the city! You remember now; the King has two progeny - A Vampire Princess & Prince. You didn't expect the Energetic boyfriend to be the Prince himself! What a twist!

"Celebrities?" The Energetic - Lovely, as Vincent calls them - pipes up in confusion. The way their eyebrows furrow is adorable, but you wisely keep that to yourself.

They really are a mesmerising couple. You detect the perfume that lingers around Lovely is sweet and misty. It's calming yet so light that it dances just out of your reach; like a coy lover. Slowly driving you mad with desire. Vincent's cologne reminds you of husk and cedar. Subtle, but once you catch a whiff of it, it'll stay within your mind for hours on end. Wondering if that particular scent will ever return - like the perfect one night stand.

It says a lot about the couple.

"We haven't done anything wrong." Vincent Solaire stated, voice as hard as steel. "I don't know why you're trying to rile us up, Incubus, but I don't appreciate you and your lover hitting on my Mate when I made it clear that I Mark them."

Ooooh, he's jealous! Wait - did you come across as flirty to him!? Did Gavin purposely flirt with Lovely to make Vincent jealous? You've completely lost the plot.

"Consider it as an act of public service," Gavin answers, easily brushing off the Vampire Prince's irritability. "Besides, how can I not when you both are half of the student body's recent fantasies."

Lovely 'eeped' when Vincent bare his fangs at your boyfriend. "Back off, Gavin. Lovely is mine. Not yours or the Freelancer's."

Whoa, whoa! A severe misunderstanding is boiling here! No one is stealing Lovely away from him!

Fortunately, Lovely has gotten tired of the conversation. With a put-out sigh, they pat the arm around their waist to capture Vincent's attention. It worked. "No one is stealing the other's partner, Vince. It's all good; chill. You know you're the only one for me, right?" Here, they peck his cheek. "When did you get so possessive?"

Vincent grumbled but didn't explain himself, so Lovely just shook their head.

"Anyway, we better get going before Vincent's next class starts. It was nice meeting you two. I'll text you soon so we can plan on how to tackle that project."

You give a shaky smile and a thumbs up. "Looking forward to it."

Immediately after you said that, Vincent bares his fangs to you next. Oh my god, this guy needs to fucking relax!

"We're going! We're going! C'mon, Vincent. You're driving me home. Now."

And with that, you watch as Lovely drags the Vampire Prince to the parking lot. It's a strange yet comical sight. You only sigh in relief when they're out of your view.

"I thought I saw my life flashing before my eyes!" You complain. Those were the single most stressful moments that you’ve encountered— second to Vega invading your home.

"I think that went well, Deviant." Gavin objected, very pleased with himself. "He's pissed now, but he and his Mate will be thanking us soon."

So you were right; Gavin purposely flirted with Lovely just to rile Vincent up, and for what? Possessive, sexy time later tonight? Oh, whatever. That's enough drama for one night; you seriously just need to pass out now.

And with that, the two of you head home without realising your interactions with the power couple of D.A.M.N didn't go by unnoticed by the several students who were hovering close.

"Are you hurting anywhere, Lovely?"

"I'm alright, Vincent. The hickeys and bruises are healing nicely; my body still feels a bit sore but not enough to cripple me, so stop hovering near the door."

Vincent guilty did as he’s told and takes a seat on the corner of the bed. He watches you apply some light makeup on your face and neck in front of the vanity table as you're getting ready to head out to the academy. Your outfit compliments your look and, most importantly, hides any patches of skin except for your hands.

Vincent really went all out last weekend after his night classes ended. It's obvious that Gavin unleashed something within your lover, and you will freely admit that an unrestrained Vincent makes for a very fun and wild night.

The moment Will came over and realised that Vincent re-Mark you an hour before he arrives, he graciously decided to take a rain check and promise to have dinner with the two of you some other time.

Once Vincent gets it out of his system, he teased before leaving you gobsmacked and Vincent a blushing mess.

"You know, your guidance counsellor wouldn't mind if you're absent from classes today, Lovely. Probably." Vincent tries; a part of him doesn't want his Lovely to attend their lessons while their body is still healing. Then again, that part also whispers that the Incubus and his lover would be around them without his supervision.

Nope. No. Bad Vincent. Lovely is more than capable of taking care of themselves. They don't need him acting like a jealous, clingy boyfriend.

However, something that the Incubus bothered him.

"You and your lover are quite the celebrities around here."

What did he mean by that? He and Lovely had been playing good students the entire time they've been on campus! Their assignments are always delivered on time, grades nothing but above average, and they keep to themselves to avoid any typical college dramas.

Is it because of his status? For some reason, Vincent feels like it's more complicated than that. What a headache.

"Maybe, but I did promise the Freelancer that I’ll catch up with them to discuss our project," You commented and spritz your favourite perfume on your wrists and neck. You love this scent, despite it being cheap and common. "Vincent, honey, you're making that face again."

"It's my face, Lovely."

"Yeah, well, you have your happy-snappy-neck face again, Vincent." You dryly point out before sitting beside the Vampire. "Did that Incubus really rub you the wrong way?" Your voice is gentle. You didn't get any bad vibes coming from Gavin and the Freelancer - just genuine, harmless, friendly flirting. In a way, you welcome it as their attempts helped you drive your anxiety away.

God, walking up to them was hard enough. You always feel a little intimidated whenever you're around charismatic people.

"I don't know... I thought they were making you nervous, and the words that kept coming out of that Daemon's mouth? He knew what he was doing; I just can't figure out what or why." Vincent admits, frustrated.

Seeing him look so frustrated saddens you, so you propose a suggestion. "How about this, I'll ask the Freelancer what that whole thing on Friday was all about, and if it's anything gross, I'll give you a call so you can deal with them. How's that?"

It assured Vincent. Seeing his tiny smile urge you to peppered his face with kisses until he laughs. With your boyfriend now properly appeased, you leave the apartment for D.A.M.N.

It's a bright Monday morning. You hope that this week will be a little kinder to you than the previous one. However, the moment you arrived on campus, everyone was glancing at you curiously. When you made eye contact with the stares, the students couldn't walk away fast enough.

Weird.

Your first class of the day is on the second floor, so you didn't waste any time heading for the stairs. Students mingle around as they go about their day; some grab breakfast at the convenient store, while others chat with their friends at the cafeteria and lounge room. A Water Elemental is performing simple tricks at the marble fountain to an adoring crowd.

Just as you rounded a corner, the crowd parted ways with a subtlety of a serial killer in slasher movies, which is to say, absolutely none whatsoever to reveal your new friend. The Freelancer is flanked by their boyfriend, Gavin, on the left and on their right, the famous player in the Earth Elemental team Huxley and one of the academy's guidance counsellors, Lasko.

You couldn't help but notice that everyone is giving them a wide berth. Not that it matters when Gavin's body is positioned to shield the Freelancer from bumping into any of the passing students. Huxley passes a bottle of orange juice to them while Lasko is staring at something behind the Freelancer. He mutters something under his breath.

A loud voice suddenly bounces off the walls. "What happened to my water tumbler, Freelancer!?"

You and every other student in the area watch as the Freelancer turns around and loudly replies, "Don't worry! I already got you a new tumbler, Damien! It looks exactly like your old one. Except it's pastel pink with kittens on it, and the shape looks like a really fat snowman with bunny ears for straws." To make a point, the Freelancer rummage inside of their backpack and proudly present the weirdest looking water tumbler you had ever seen in your life to their boys.

"AAAAAHHHHH!"

"You know you could at least see it before you judge it, Damien." The Freelancer grumbled and shoved the tumbler back. Huxley gently pats their shoulder in a comforting manner. Lasko laughs nervously while Gavin continues to protect his lover silently, all the while looking at ease.

Everyone knows of the Freelancer and their boyfriends. They're the most popular group in D.A.M.N for a reason. Friendly, yet no one can be a part of their group due to the tight bond they have with one another.

The Freelancer is quickly shaping up to be a remarkable magical individual in their own right, marching to the beat of their own drums rather than the world's. Unwaveringly kind and friendly, constantly making sure the people around them are comfortable and safe.

In terms of academic performance, Damien remains unchallenged among his peers. Everyone could tell that he would undoubtedly change their world for the better the moment he graduates, especially in governing. He's also known for his fiery temper, yet that fire becomes a hearth when it comes to the Freelancer. More than once, students have stumbled upon them huddled close in the library, softly discussing the future they wanted.

If Damien is known for his academic excellence, then Huxley is famous for his prowess in the field. His mastery over his element made the younger Earth Elementals look up to him as their role model while his teammates view him as their ace. Charming, cheerful yet a bit absentminded at times, and even then, you can't help but be fond of him. You can find the Freelancer cheering him from the bleachers during his matches, and once Huxley won the game, he would immediately launch himself at them. Sweats, dirt and grass all over him, but the Freelancer would laugh as he hoisted them up in his embrace.

Lasko is an odd addition to their group, but once he drops his stuttering, he shows just how capable he is as one of the academy's guidance counsellors. Acknowledged as one of the most powerful Air Elemental of his generation, Lasko is well on track to graduate D.A.M.N with honours, and while the future might be uncertain, students like to speculate that he will remain with the Freelancer and the others no matter what. Sometimes you can even catch a glimpse of them hanging out at one of the local cafes and see how bright and alive Lasko can be when around the Freelancer.

Gavin came with a mystery trailing his saunter. See, no one knew how exactly he and the Freelancer first met. Speculations range from a cute, accidental meet up in a random convenience store to the Incubus boldly inviting them into a threesome when the Freelancer stumbled upon him mid-feeding. Lovely wonders if there's a betting pool going around the academy. The seniors would recognise Gavin, for he was their peer before he suddenly dropped out and vanished for a while. But judging by his frequent presence around the Freelancer, some say that he's looking forward to retaking his previous course. But whatever the reason may be, no one can deny the chemistry he has with the Freelancer. How fiercely protective he is of them when the Freelancer isn't looking.

They're certainly an intriguing group, that's for sure.

And when Gavin notices you were watching them, he winks at you. No doubt as an Incubus, he could scent what you and Vincent had been up to the entire weekend.

That's what you get for a magical academy, after all.

PS: Everyone in D.A.M.N (including Lovely & Vincent) hilariously assumes that the Freelancer is in a poly relationship with Gavin, Damien, Lasko & Huxley when in reality, they're just with Gavin. BBBBuuuttt... Gavin could detect the romantic/lustful feelings the other bois harbour for the Freelancer but kept it to himself for now. He's just waiting for the Freelancer to feel the same way so he could give them all The Talk™ and then go buy a bigger bed!

Anyway, I seriously had a lot of fun writing for this oneshot! It's been a while since I had that writing fever again so I hope you guys enjoyed it!

#redacted asmr #fanfic #second pov #they/them pronouns #gender neutral s/o #lovely (listener)#freelancer (listener)#vincent solaire #game #damien #huxley #will and caelum are mentioned

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here comes the sun (derogatory)

This is a lil something for lovely @efkgirldetective 's summer of jily 🌅

watching the sunrise/sunset + I've been saving all my summers for you

James tries not to glare at the rising sun like it has personally offended him, he really does, but it’s hard to admire the slowly appearing slivers of fire in the sky when they are counting down the minutes until Lily has to leave.

He chances a glance at his watch. Well, technically the last day of summer had ended six hours ago. It doesn’t count until sun has come up though, right?

If he can get his logical thinking skills back, he’d remember it had been many years since the last time he had actually watched sunrise on the 31st of August and not Lily Evans. The soft wine of dawn is a light reserved for memorizing her. To think there are nine months ahead of him with no chance to gaze upon her is agonizing so he starts his studious once-over again, trying to commit every little detail to memory with tenderness and care.

His eyes stutter this time after they leave the freckles on her nose. He was too busy grieving over how they wouldn’t be there the next time he sees her to realize her lips had swollen remarkably after their shared pack of sunflower seeds. As the need to taste the salt from her lips rises, he finds himself scowling at the discarded bag at their feet this time.

It also had been many years since they opted for their childhood snack on their last day. Ever since they discovered they can now buy booze from the little shop by the beach, their farewell had been filled with drunken shenanigans that usually ended in the sea. It seems they are both feeling nostalgic today, their childhood leaving a briny taste behind in their mouth.

The naive desire to spend time with your friend until the last possible moment has persisted on, finding them on a bench with chipped white paint by the sea once more. They’d call it tradition on the days they feel sentimental, or when they find themselves in need of an explanation on why their friends should leave now, albeit this has only happened once.

James marvels on the friendship she had built with the Marauders once again, the rhythmic sound of waves blurring the lines between his memory and dreams. Because he did dream about it; laughing with Lily Evans until the four o’clocks close, feeling her knee touch his thigh as they sit around in a crowded circle… The sweet smell of the flowers clings onto the day, he tries to use it to quell his melancholy and anchor to the moment.

James knows, and knows well, why he’s feeling down and glum, but he can’t for the life of him figure out what put Lily in such low spirits after everybody left. He remembers regretting, for a brief moment, that they are all mates with Lily now because he can’t get her to himself alone, he also remembers feeling relief after they disappeared. He even remembers Sirius’ suggestive wink after he said goodbye to Lily, a gesture, James hopes, only he saw.

He feels the need to speak before he starts panicking about whether Lily understood what that wink meant or not.

“I heard your folks yelling about selling the beach house.”

That’s certainly one way to delve straight into the root of the problem, he thinks. More like his problem actually, he still doesn’t know what Lily’s problem is.

He can see he startled her with this one. “It’s not my parents really,” she sighs after a beat, “Tuney is the one behind this bright idea.”

He doesn’t have to look to feel her displeased face as she adds, “Well, it’s probably one of Vernon’s economic advices. You know how she latches onto anything he says.”

The little information he has learned does nothing to dissuade his fears, except for giving him a peace of mind that at least it wasn’t Lily’s idea.

“And,” the impatience creeps in slowly, “what’s the verdict?”

“What? You’re telling me you haven’t eavesdropped until the end of the big spectacle?”, she teases in good humor.

“I had to leave my honored duty after Petunia’s voice reached a certain decibel, I’m afraid.”

She grins devilishly. “That means you haven’t heard my voice reach even higher levels.”

And just like it came, the smile leaves her face suddenly. “We won’t be selling the house Potter, don’t worry. They’re just gonna have to leave the swans out of the wedding plan.”

“Not the swans,” he gasps dramatically, desperate to bring the smile back to her face.

He can see her fighting a slight tilt in the corner of her lips, still salty, when she says, “Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

They are silent once again, with James much more relaxed this time. He can even feel himself starting to enjoy the new colors up above, heart filling with tangerines while he tries to figure out if “we” means he is invited to the wedding.

His peace is disturbed with Lily’s “And what about– “. She takes a deep breath before continuing. “And what about your plans for the next summer, hmm? A road trip? Can’t believe I first heard about it from Sirius and not you.”

Does he feel a sense of hurt in her voice? A lot of things start to make sense at once; her inexplicable withdrawal after the guys had left, her silence when they talked excitedly about their summer plans… He doesn’t want to let himself hope but it’s such a fickle feeling that it founds a place under the indigo sky anyway.

“It’s not a definite plan yet.” He hesitates before he rushes through, “I don’t even think we’ll be doing it to be honest, it’s not really our type of scene.”

She actually does look amused this time. “What? Three months spent all over Europe is not your idea of a fun summer?”

“Nah, Evans. You know I’ve been saving all my summers for you.”

He would blame his sleep deprived brain for this later on, saying it wasn’t his fault if being awake for 21 hours made him insane. (He’d also be thanking his lucky stars for it, building a shrine for that bag of sunflower seeds)

Then he sees her smile while looking at the sun and all the worries about blundering are erased, the warmth of her joy filling his insides more than the gold of the new day. After all the sun is rising, Lily Evans is returning next summer, and there is hope in the sky. They will be together once again on the 1st of June because the sunsets on the first day of summer are for remembering.

(He just needs to tell Sirius there is a slight change in the plans for their summer trip)

#summerofjily #jily #jily fic #james potter #lily evans #james x lily #jily fanfiction #senem writes #besties i have no idea why i chose sunrise #its been like three years since ive last seen it 💀

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pintsizemama · 3 years

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Heroes & Heartbreak

Chapter 4

Summary: The DEA agents find themselves in a difficult situation when Elisa, an M-19 operative, enters the picture. Ari’s anger at Javi comes boiling to the surface. Carrillo and Ari meet up with Javi for drinks…and drunken shenanigans ensue.

Pairings: Javier Peña x OFC Ariana Morgan—DEA Agent and daughter of Pablo Escobar

Fandom: Narcos

Rating: Explicit 18+ONLY

Word Count: 6,166

Warnings: language, communism, implied sex, jealousy, pining, angst, references to masturbation (m & f), drinking, drunken shenanigans, kissing, discussions of drug trafficking and violence...let me know if I missed anything, and I’ll happily add it here!

A/N: I’m playing fast and loose with the locations. I know it’s an hour plane ride or a ridiculously long car ride between Bogotá and Medellín, but for the sake of the story, we’re ignoring that fact for now. Lol Also, I apologize if my translations are wrong! Please let me know and I will correct!!!! 😘

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Javier

“What the fuck were you two thinking?” Ari hissed at her two partners, trying to keep her voice down. It had been a couple months since their raid on Tranquilandia. They were currently walking the embassy halls on their way to a joint meeting with the ambassador, CIA, and Mil Group. Ari had just found out that Javi and Steve were sheltering a woman named Elisa...who just happened to be a part of M-19, a communist organization.

“You are hiding a goddamn communist!” She whisper yelled. “Do your tiny brains have any fucking idea how serious this is?” She was furious.

“She can tie Escobar to the palace siege,” Javier told her quietly.

“If she can tie Escobar to the siege, I say we bring her in,” Steve tried again. Javier had been very resistant to this idea.

“Well, she’s M-19,” Javi told them. “Noonan would have to turn her over to the Colombian military, and then she gets disappeared. I’d like to avoid another Barry Seal situation.”

“So we’re gonna harbor a communist fugitive?” Steve asked. Javier stopped them from walking.

“Look,” he said, “all she did was warn us. She’s not on anybody’s radar. She’s not involved in anything.” Ari rolled her eyes. “What?” Javi said, noticing.

“Let me guess,” she said disdainfully. “She’s pretty.” Steve smirked and Javier scowled. “Stop thinking with your dick, Peña. I don’t feel like getting tried for treason because you want to fuck some bitch from the jungle.” Ari spat out angrily. She stormed off ahead of them. The men stared after her in shock.

“I mean, she has a point, Javi,” Steve said.

“Shut the fuck up,” Javi bit out before the two of them followed Ari into the meeting. The meeting turned out to be very informative. They discovered that not only was Elisa involved, she was one of the goddamn leaders. Javi could feel Ari’s eyes burning into him. He had never seen her so pissed off. She was usually the level headed one in the trio. Once the meeting was over, he hurried out of the room, hoping to avoid her. Back in their office he buried himself in paperwork to avoid her gaze. He could feel the rage radiating off of her for the rest of the day.

As soon as it was time to call it a day, he grabbed his jacket and fled the embassy. He knew he was being cowardly, but he couldn’t face Ari right now. He felt ashamed of what he was doing. He was risking all three of them for this woman. And the fact that he was sleeping with her, and Ari had immediately assumed it, burned him deep inside. He hated that he kept living up to her incredibly low expectations of him.

Later that night, he was laying in bed with Elisa, smoking a cigarette after they had just finished having sex. She had been staying in Connie and Steve’s apartment, but she came over to his place to fuck. They were discussing getting her out of Colombia safely. She was being stubborn and wouldn’t consider leaving. He was getting frustrated. He needed her alive. Her testimony could finally bring down Escobar. And now, knowing how much trouble she could get them into, and how pissed off Ari was at him for helping her, he wanted her gone as soon as possible.

He kept insisting he would get her to safety. Then Elisa told him she was not his responsibility, and he frowned. He felt as if it was his responsibility, but not in the way she insinuated. He didn’t harbor any real feelings for her. He wanted her intel. He wanted Escobar brought to his knees, but not at the expense of Elisa’s life. He wanted to keep her safe. After what had happened to Helena...well, he never wanted to feel that guilt again.

He was protective of his informants. For someone in his line of work, he cared too damn much, but not the way people assumed. He cared about his informants’ safety and what they could provide for him, but he never developed a deep connection to any of them, including the ones he fucked.

He knew, with every fiber of his being, there was only one woman he gave a shit about beyond what she could do for him. A pair of gorgeous violet eyes flashed in his mind. He could barely admit it to himself, but Ariana was the only one he cared about. He had never felt this way about anyone, not even Lorraine. He laid back, taking another drag of his cigarette. He couldn’t help but wish it was Ari’s naked body laying next to him right now. He needed to sort this mess out. He couldn't stand her being angry with him.

Ariana

Ari slammed the door of her apartment closed. She was still fuming from the meeting. She could not believe her partners were doing something so incredibly stupid. She couldn’t give two shits about communism, but it was a hot topic for everyone else in the US government. She knew they were all itching to put people away for any involvement with communists.

She was actively ignoring the glaringly obvious reason she was so angry. She was not jealous. She didn’t care what Javier did. She had heard plenty of his late night visitors through the shared wall of their apartments. So what if she always found a reason to go out when the sounds started filtering through? It had nothing to do with being jealous…it was just that she always remembered something she suddenly needed to do.

Yeah, she wasn’t jealous. She had no feelings for him beyond their partnership. Her body didn’t fill with warmth every time he smiled at her. She didn’t shiver when his hand brushed against her lower back. His deep, sexy voice did not send a thrill of pleasure straight to her core. And she absolutely did not think of him late at night in her bed while she sought pleasure from her own hand.

These were the lies she told herself every day so she could face him at work. Javier Peña was her partner, nothing more. She didn’t have any feelings for him…she hoped if she kept telling herself that, one day it would be true.

Javi had fled the embassy as soon as he could this afternoon. She knew he didn’t like how angry she was, but she couldn’t help it. The thought of him being in danger…it just made her furious. She wanted to keep him safe. She didn’t want to examine that emotion too closely. While she—somewhat—accepted her attraction to him, she wasn’t ready to admit there was more than lust involved in her feelings for Javi.

Ari had stayed a couple extra hours after Steve and Javi left. She needed to cool down some more, and she was desperately looking for a solution to their current predicament. Even though they were being stupid, she wasn’t about to leave her partners high and dry.

She scrounged through her fridge, hoping she could find something that remotely resembled edible. She was contemplating what she could make with almost expired milk, an avocado, and half a block of cheese when she heard muffled moans coming from the bedroom. She groaned and lightly slammed her head against the top of the open fridge door. Sounded like Javi was entertaining their secret communist.

Ari slammed the fridge shut and grabbed her keys. She was going out to eat. Not to avoid the sounds…no, not at all. She had no food. She had to go out. She grimaced, not believing her own lies.

Javier

A few days later they were called in for another meeting. Ari hadn’t said two words to Javier all day. It was killing him. Steve was still arguing with him about Elisa.

“Yeah, she’s a live hand grenade,” Steve bit out as they stepped out of the elevator.

“Well, she’s the only witness we got that can tie Escobar to the palace massacre,” Javi insisted.

“It’s hard to bring her in when she gets turned over to the Colombians, and she gets disappeared.. Are you ready for that?”

“No,” Javi said quietly.

“So, what’s our options, since we have none?” Steve questioned.

“Well,” Javi said, “we keep her in hiding until things cool down, and get her immunity in exchange for her testimony.”

“Are you gonna get us immunity?” Steve said angrily, stopping Javier from walking. He lowered his voice. “We are going to jail if we get caught with this woman.”

“Well, the next time your wife decides to bring home a human hand grenade, how about she hands it to you,” Javier said quietly before walking ahead of them.

“Are you fucking her?” Steve asked. Javi stopped and turned back.

“Sleep with a communist?” He answered. “That would be downright un-American.”

“You are so full of shit, Peña,” Ari spat out. She was still so fucking angry with him. His eyes widened at the venom in her voice. “Our bedrooms share the same wall, asshole.” Javier paled, realizing that Ari could hear everything that went on between him and his late night visitors. She stepped closer, toe to toe with him. She jabbed her finger into his chest. “If you get us arrested over this woman, I swear to God, I will chop your dick off before they bring us in.” She pushed past him, leaving Steve and Javi behind.

“Shit,” Javi swore. “I can’t stand her being this mad at me.”

“I know, man,” Steve said, slapping him on the shoulder. “Let’s just get this shit sorted out as quickly as possible.” Javier nodded and they went into the meeting.

Javier

“Any intel to support the DEA theory that Escobar is behind the Palace of Justice siege?” Noonan asked the CIA.

“No, ma’am,” Russell stated. “Agent Peña claims to have an informant that can testify to that effect, but he hasn’t brought him forward.”

“In my book,” Wysession began, “there’s only two of them that know that.” Steve looked up, concern written on his face. “And one of them is Elisa Alvarez, girlfriend of Alejandro Ayala. The other is Ernesto Sobrino,” Steve, Javi, and Ari all shared a look, “a radical priest who gave shelter to M-19 fugitives in Los Altos comuna.”

“Is one of these people your informant?” Noonan asked Javier. Before he could answer Steve cut in.

“Ambassador,” Steve said with conviction, “this is...unofficial wiretap information. We, uh, intercepted a discussion between narcos.”

“What? Which narcos?” Noonan asked.

“It sounded like Pablo Escobar,” Steve told the room.

“We’re almost certain,” Javier continued. “It was, uh—,” he cleared his throat. “It was hard to tell. The...connection was bad.”

“It was Escobar,” Ari said suddenly. They all looked at her.

“You’re certain?” Noonan pressed. Ari nodded.

“I know my father’s voice, even with a bad connection.” Javier looked shocked that she would back him right now with how pissed she was.

“They were calling from Panama,” Javi concluded.

“Panama?” Noonan questioned.

“They know Galán’s gonna win the presidency, and they know that he’ll support extradition,” Steve told her, “and they’re not gonna sit around and await being sent back to the US.”

Russell and Wysession continued to argue with the DEA agents for several minutes. They refused to believe Manuel Noriega was working both sides. Steve scoffed quietly. The trio walked quietly back to their office. They sat at their desks and just stared at each other. Javi cleared his throat.

“Uh, thanks for that in there,” Javier told Ari. She nodded.

“We’re still partners,” she told them. “Even if I am pissed at you two.”

“Me?” Steve asked, eyebrows raised. “What did I do?”

“You went along with his dumbass plan,” Ari said, jabbing her thumb towards Javi.

“Well, I didn’t really have much of a choice,” he defended himself.

“I know,” Ari replied. “I understand the position you both are in. I’m still furious with you, but I get it. Can we just focus on getting this woman out of Colombia?”

“She won’t leave the country,” Javier said quietly.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Ari said, rubbing her forehead. “I am so done with this shit. What the fuck is her plan then?”

“She wants to kill Escobar,” Javi said with a shrug.

“Great, not only is she an idiot, but she’s delusional too,” Ari muttered angrily.

“I have a contact in Cumaral that can hide her for now,” Javier told them. “We just have to get her there and we should be alright.”

“You know more than likely, she’s not going to be useful in taking down Escobar,” Ari told him. “No one is going to listen to a word she says.” Javier knew that was a very likely possibility, but he still couldn’t bring himself to turn her in, knowing the torture and death she would suffer. He had enough blood on his hands already.

“Yeah,” he agreed, “But we have to at least try.” Ari sighed.

“Fine,” she relented. “I’m in. But next time, you come to me before you two geniuses start some crazy ass shit like this. Fuck, I don’t know how you to two managed around here before I came around.” Steve and Javi grinned, glad to see a glimpse of their Ari back.

Javier

“I’ve gotta meet with Carrillo,” Javi told his partners. It had been a couple days since Ari had told them she was on their side with Elisa, but she still was cold towards Javi...and he hated it. He didn’t realize how much he enjoyed her warmth until it was taken away.

“Oh shit, I lost track of time,” Ari said, standing and grabbing her gun.

“You’re coming?” Javi asked. She nodded.

“Yeah, Carrillo told me to come by today too.”

“Of course he did,” Steve laughed.

“What?” Ari looked confused.

“Carrillo adores you, Ari,” Steve said. “I’m pretty sure you’re his favorite agent.” Ari smiled.

“That’s because I’m the best,” she teased. “Let’s go,” she told Javi. He nodded and they walked out of the embassy and into his Jeep. They were driving awhile before Javi got the nerve to say anything.

“Are we ok?” He said finally. Ari sighed.

“Yeah, Javi, we’re ok,” she assured him. He still didn’t look convinced. “I’m pissed about this whole situation, but I know how badly we all want to take down Escobar. Just do me a favor and stop thinking with your dick please?”

“I don’t think with my—” Javi started to argue. The look Ari shot him shut him up. “Fine,” he grunted. He stayed quiet for a minute. “I...I’m not fucking her anymore.” Ari snorted.

“Bored already?” She said sarcastically.

“It doesn’t feel right,” he told her.

“Well, she can get you arrested for treason,” Ari offered.

“It’s not that,” Javi said, thinking his next words over carefully. “I, uh, I can’t be with her knowing how pissed off you are at all this. I feel like I’m betraying you and our partnership.” Ariana was shocked at his words. She reached out and grasped his hand, squeezing gently.

“Thanks, Javi,” she said quietly. “That actually means a lot to me.” He smiled at her.

“Anything for you, querida,” he said, lifting her hand to kiss her knuckles lightly. Javi breathed her scent in, becoming intoxicated by it. She always smelled so good—like lilacs and sunshine. Ari flushed at the gesture. He brought her hand back down and rubbed his thumb along her knuckles for a moment before releasing her hand.

“How do you do that?” Ari asked suddenly.

“Do what?”

“Make me not angry at you, just like that,” she snapped her fingers. Javier chuckled.

“It’s a gift,” he said with a sly smirk.

They walked into Carrillo’s office, and he stood when he saw them. There were several others in there, working diligently listening on wiretaps.

“Lo que está sucediendo, Carrillo,” (What’s happening, Carrillo) Javi said.

“Oye,” (Hey) Ari said warmly.

“Thank you for coming,” Carrillo offered. “I understand the narcos are back from Panama.” He shook their hands. Ari and Javi gave him a look.

“¿Entonces practicas tu ingles con nosotros?” (So you practice your English with us) Javi asked.

“Because these men aren’t cleared, and if we speak Spanish, it could get back to Pablo.” Carrillo responded. They nodded, understanding the need for discretion. Javi took his sunglasses off and hung them on his barely buttoned shirt.

“With the assassination of Galán, Escobar must have felt safe to return to Colombia,” Carrillo continued. “So I started this to monitor his sicarios’ communications.” He walked them over to one of the monitoring stations. “SAT phones, landlines, you name it. I’ve got dozens of wiretaps, but I’ve only managed to seize about ten kilos in the last month. Probably because I’ve listened to my own men tipping the narcos off. So, I’ve had to start surveilling them.” They walked back over to his desk. “I listen to them tell their girlfriends they’re afraid...cry to their mothers when one of our men gets shot down. But every once and a while...I hear them trade secrets with Pablo.” He placed a cigarette in his mouth and lit it.

“Do your bosses know you’re doing this?” Javier asked. Carrillo smirked.

“I trust them even less,” Carrillo told them.

“Smart man,” Ari said with a smile.

“Most of my men are from here,” Carrillo continued, “where they can get to your mother, your aunt, your cousin. How do I fight...when my soldiers are already working for Escobar?” He sat down at his desk, looking slightly dejected. Javi flattened his palms on the desk and leaned over.

“Well, do they have to be from Medellín?” He asked. Carrillo considered it.

“My superiors have not been very helpful to me in the past,” he told them. “I doubt they’ll take this seriously.”

“Resign,” Ari said suddenly.

“What?” Carrillo asked, surprised.

“Threaten to resign your position. They can’t let that happen because it will reflect poorly on them. If they know all you want is to catch Escobar, and you don’t give a fuck about your career, and by extension, their career, they’ll listen.”

“It’s worth a try,” he replied after a moment.

“Alright, we gotta get outta here,” she told him. “Good to see you.”

“See you later,” Javier told him.

“Drinks tonight, princesa?” Carrillo called out before they left.

“As long as nothing comes up, sounds good,” she called back. She and Javi left his office. He was staring at her.

“What?” She said, noticing his gaze.

“You don’t like drinking with me anymore?” Javi asked, mock hurt on his face. Ari rolled her eyes.

“Of course I do, Javi,” she assured him. “You’re just usually...busy in the evenings.”

“Never too busy for you, hermosa,” he flirted. She laughed.

“Javi, I know you have fun with me, but if you had to choose between getting laid and having a drink with me, I know what you’re gonna pick.” He frowned, thinking over her words.

“I’d rather hang out with you,” he told her quietly.

“What?” She asked, shocked.

“Those women...it’s not what you think. Most of the time I’m gathering intel or establishing a connection to get them to gather intel. But other times, it’s just a way to deal with my frustration or tension or residual adrenaline. I don’t want to spend time with any of them. Do you understand?” The look on her face made him realize she didn’t understand. “I like being around you, Ari. You’re fun and sweet and smart as hell. I enjoy my time with you. So, yeah, I’d much rather have a drink with you than fuck some random woman.”

“Javier Peña, what has gotten into you today? Hmm?” She smiled brightly at him. “You’re being abnormally sweet and honest with me today...you’re starting to scare me.”

“Sorry I’m normally such an ass,” he said sheepishly.

“You’re not,” she assured him, “but I like this side of you a lot...Wanna join us for drinks tonight?” He gave her a huge smile.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Javier

Javier walked into the smoky bar, immediately scanning the crowd for two familiar faces. It only took a moment for him to find them, seated at a booth in the back corner.

“Peña!” Carrillo shouted over the noise of the bar. Javi pushed through the throngs of people to reach Carrillo and Ari.

“Glad you could join us, pendejo,” Carrillo said.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Javi murmured, shooting Ari a warm smile. “You start without me?” He gestured to their drinks.

“Yeah, but it’s only our first round,” Ari told him. “Easy for you to catch up.” Javi flagged down the waitress and ordered a whiskey. He sat down next to Ari and across from Carrillo.

“So, what did I miss?” Javi asked them as the waitress placed his drink on the table in front of him.

“Not much,” Carrillo said, sipping his own whiskey. “Just that your partner here is crazy.”

“I am not crazy”—Ari scoffed at the same time Javier said—“Nothing new there.” Ari shot him a glare. Javi and Carrillo laughed.

“I’m not crazy, asshole,” Ari protested again, this time glaring at Carrillo.

“You had your partner shoot you, princesa,” Carrillo barked out with a laugh. Javi looked at her in disbelief.

“He’s making it sound worse than it is,” Ari insisted.

“Alright,” Javi said, waving his hands in front of him, “I’m gonna need the whole story, hermosa.” Ari sighed loudly and downed the rest of her whiskey.

“It was a couple years ago when I was in Mexico,” she began. “My partner, Martinez, and I were following up on a lead. Managed to track down a couple mid level players, and we made the decision to move in without backup—there just wasn’t time to wait.” She held her empty glass up towards the waitress and offered a warm smile when she nodded. “Anyway, once we went in, they scattered, like those fucking rats always do. We had our eyes on one guy in particular. He was more important than the others. We knew his intel would be valuable. He led us on a fucking marathon of a chase through the city. I lost sight of him for a moment and that’s when he got the jump on me.”

Ari thanked the waitress when she brought her new drink over. She took a sip and set the glass back down. Her thumb played with the condensation on the side. Javi couldn’t help but watch her graceful fingers play up and down the glass. He imagined how they would feel stroking up and down his cock.

“He used me as a shield and held a gun to my head,” Ari continued the story. “Martinez tried negotiating with him, but the fucker wasn’t listening. I knew we had one chance to get him and hopefully not end up with a bullet in my head.”

“What the hell did you do, Ari?” Javi asked.

“Got Martinez to shoot him,” Ari said simply.

“Yeah, by shooting through you,” Carrillo snorted.

“What?” Javi half-shouted in disbelief.

“It was the only way,” Ari said with a shrug. “I trusted Martinez. He was an excellent shot. I knew he wouldn’t hit anything vital.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Javi hissed. “You are crazy.”

“I’m. Not. Crazy,” Ari said emphatically. “I just do what needs to be done. Just like you two assholes.”

“We may be assholes, but you still love us,” Carrillo teased.

“I do adore you both,” Ari sighed dramatically. “I don’t know what I would do without all the drama you two stir up.”

“We don’t stir up drama,” Javi argued. Ari laughed loudly.

“Sure you don’t,” Ari teased.

“I’m a perfect gentleman,” Carrillo insisted. Ari snorted and then slapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with horror.

“Hermosa, did you just snort?” Javi asked in awe. The men started shaking with laughter.

“No, no, no!” Ari shouted. “You did not hear that! Oh my fucking God!” She looked like she wanted to sink through the floor in embarrassment.

“It was actually adorable, Ari,” Javi huffed, out of breath from laughing. He wiped a tear from his eye.

“Don’t worry, princesa,” Carrillo assured her. It’s nice to know you have a flaw. You’re not perfect after all.”

“I have plenty of flaws,” Ari argued. “I am about as far from perfect as they get.” Javi could not disagree more. Even the fact that she snorted when she found something truly funny made her fucking perfect.

“You are perfect, hermosa,” Javi insisted with a grin. “Just accept it.” Ari rolled her eyes.

“We need more drinks,” she concluded. “If I’m gonna deal with you two being weird tonight, I think we need shots.” Javi and Carrillo groaned in unison. “Oh no you don’t. No whining.” Ari started climbing over Javi to get out of the booth.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Javi hissed, leaning back slightly. Ari paused, straddling his lap for a moment.

“Going to the bar,” she answered casually like sitting in his lap was the most natural thing in the world.

“Fuck, you could have just asked me to move,” Javi grumbled.

“But then I wouldn’t have gotten the chance to see you so flustered,” Ari said cheekily. A blush crept up Javi’s neck. How the hell did she have this effect on him. She looked at him with a grin. “Should I keep going? Or do you want me to stay here?” She settled her plush little ass right on his groin, his half hard dick nestled right up against her warmth. Javi’s hands quickly came to her waist and lifted her up. She smiled, and he knew that she had felt the evidence of his desire.

“For the love of god, go to the bar, Ari,” Javi groaned. She laughed and took pity on him, climbing the rest of the way out of the booth and sauntering over to the bar. Both men eyed her ass as she walked away.

“She is fucking trouble,” Javi said with an exasperated sigh.

“She certainly is,” Carrillo agreed.

“Is she really gonna make us do shots?” Javi asked incredulously.

“Unfortunately, yes,” Carrillo said with a smile. “This will not end well. Ari has an incredibly high tolerance for alcohol, especially for someone so fucking small, but once she starts doing shots…well, let’s just say this night could get interesting.” Javier’s eyebrows went up in surprise. He’d never seen Ari drunk before.

“Alright,” Ari said as she came back to the table. She had a tray of shots in her hands. She set them down on the table. Javi shot up out of the booth to let her slide back in. She smirked at him, knowing exactly why he had gotten up so quickly. “Let’s do this, gentlemen.”

“Is this really necessary, princesa?” Carrillo asked, trying, one last time, to be the voice of reason.

“Yes,” she said with a nod. “Yes it is.” She quickly threw back the first shot and slammed the glass back on the table.

“Fuck it,” Javi said with a shrug and downed his first shot. They both turned to Carrillo, brows quirked in challenge.

“You two are a bad influence,” he groaned. Ari laughed and the colonel took two shots back to back. He shot them a look, throwing the gauntlet down.

“Oh, ok, I see how it’s gonna be,” Ari said, accepting his challenge. Javi and her shared a look and reached for another shot. The night carried on in a similar fashion. They threw back shots and talked. They laughed, they made fun of each other, they shared war stories. Javier couldn’t remember the last time he had had this much fun. Carrillo wasn’t normally this pleasant to be around. Sure, he and Javi were friends and got along, but theirs was a more somber friendship, mostly because, well, Carrillo was a somber man.

Except he wasn’t. When he was around Ari he lit up. He laughed and seemed to finally relax. Ari seemed to have that effect on people. She brought out the best in them. You couldn’t help but smile when you were with her. He was pulled from his thoughts when Carrillo stood up.

“This has been fun, but I need to get home to my wife,” the colonel told them.

“Get home safe, Colonel,” Ari said in a slightly sluggish voice. They weren’t drunk yet, but they were getting close.

“See you soon,” he told them. Javi waved and offered him a goodbye. Javi could have moved to the other side of the booth…but he didn’t want to. They shared several more rounds of shots after Carrillo took his leave. Javi had just finished his ninth—or was it his tenth? Fuck, maybe it was his thirteenth?—shot when he turned to see Ari staring at him, her chin in her hand.

“What are you staring at, hermosa?” He asked huskily.

“You,” she answered simply.

“Any particular reason why?” He asked with a smirk.

“You’re nice to look at,” was her blunt reply.

“Is that so?” He felt his heart skip a beat.

“Yep,” she said, reaching for another shot. “Been a nice change. Most of the guys I worked with in Mexico were ugly.” She giggled and almost spilled her shot. “At least when I look up from my boring ass paperwork here I get to see Murphy’s adorable face or this ridiculously handsome one here.” She gestured to Javi with the hand holding the shot, the tequila sloshing over the glass.

“Ridiculously handsome?” Javi smiled.

“Mmhmm,” Ari hummed in affirmation before tossing the rest of the tequila into her mouth. She slammed the glass back down on the table and practically leered at Javier. “Insanely handsome. You’re a distraction, Peña.” Javier grinned, feeling the buzz of the alcohol and the warmth of Ari’s praise flow through him. He leaned closer.

“You’re the distraction, hermosa,” Javi whispered near her ear. Ari snorted again, and Javier thought it was just as adorable the second time.

“It has nothing to do with me, Peña,” Ari scoffed jokingly. “You’re just distracted by pussy. Doesn’t matter who it is.” Javi settled his hand on top of her thigh. He had to touch her, even in just this small way.

“You know that’s not true, querida,” he murmured lowly into her ear. He inched closer to her, pressing up against her side. “You’re intoxicating—unlike any woman I’ve ever known. I may notice other women, but none of them pull me in the way you do.” He leaned in and smelled her hair. The heady aroma of lilacs and something inherently Ari filled his senses. Fuck, she smelled amazing. “You’re worse than the fucking cocaine we hunt down.”

“You sure know how to flatter a girl,” Ari whispered teasingly. She turned her head and nuzzled her nose against the side of his face.

“What are you doing, cariño?” He whispered.

“I don’t know,” she murmured. Her hand grasped the back of his neck tightly. “You smell so fucking good.”

“This is a bad idea,” Javi said desperately, not sure if he was trying to convince Ari or himself.

“Probably,” Ari agreed quietly, brushing her lips against his.

“Fuck,” Javi groaned and captured her lips. They were so soft. He swiped his tongue along her bottom lip, seeking entrance. She opened her mouth and welcomed him with a moan. He plunged his tongue into the hot cavern of her mouth. He groaned when she rubbed her tongue against his. She tasted like tequila and honey.

He brought his hand up to cradle her face, his other hand squeezing the meat of her thigh. Their kiss was wet and sloppy and passionate, fueled not only by desire but by the alcohol flowing through their system. Javi couldn’t get enough of her.

He felt her overwhelming his senses. He was losing touch with where they were and what was going on around them—something Javier never did. Distractions in a public place, especially in Colombia, could get him killed. But all he could see was Ari. All he could feel or smell or hear was Ari. She consumed his every thought at that moment. And all he could think about was getting closer, closer, closer. He wanted to burrow deep inside her and never come out.

The sound of someone loudly clearing their throat finally pierced through the fog that had invaded his mind. Javi reluctantly broke the kiss and pulled back slightly to look at Ari. She chased his lips, trying to bring him back for more. It was then that Javi realized she was no longer sitting in the booth next to him, but she was straddling his lap, her hands buried in his thick hair. He glanced around to see they had attracted a bit of an audience.

“Ari,” he rasped. She was still trying to bring his lips back to hers. “Baby, we gotta stop.” He grasped her upper arms and gently pushed her back a little. She seemed to come out of whatever trance the two of them had fallen under.

“How—” she gestured to her new position in his lap.

“I don’t know,” Javi whispered. “Fuck, I lost track of everything once your tongue hit mine.” Ari pressed her forehead against his and let out a small laugh. She reluctantly climbed off his lap and settled next to him again. They watched each other quietly, suddenly shy and unsure of what to say. Javi cleared his throat.

“Probably a good thing we were interrupted,” he said quietly.

“Yeah,” Ari agreed with a nod. “We shouldn’t have done that.”

“We’re drunk,” Javi offered as an excuse.

“Yes,” Ari grasped it immediately. “We’re not thinking straight. So, let’s just chalk this up to a drunken mistake and not talk about it ever again. Sound good?”

“Works for me,” he said. Even though he didn’t want to talk about it, and he knew for the sake of their jobs it should never happen, Javi couldn’t help but wish he would get to taste her again. That was the best goddamn kiss he’d ever experienced. “Just a couple drunken idiots. No harm, no foul.”

“Perfect,” Ari said with a smile. “Now let’s finish these shots and head out.” Javi groaned but they did their last few shots and left the bar. It was only a couple blocks to their apartment, so they had walked to the bar. The walk back was far more interesting though. The two of them were very drunk and unstable, but they seemed to think everything was hilarious all of a sudden. Javi decided he was going to slide across the hood of a car parked on the street because ‘it always looks cool on TV’.

When he landed very ungracefully on the street on the other side of the car he let out a loud fart. Ari fell over from laughing so hard, and it took them a solid ten minutes to pull themselves back up to standing. Every time they fell they laughed, starting the process all over again. Finally, they arrived at their apartment. Javi saw her to her door, even though it was right next to his.

“This was fun,” he told her. Ari agreed, leaning against the door frame so she wouldn’t fall over again. “And we’re not talking about the other thing, right?”

“Right,” she said with an emphatic nod.

“Well, since we’re not talking about it ever again…may as well enjoy one last taste,” Javi whispered and pulled her roughly against him. The kiss was sloppy but still hot as hell. They practically devoured each other. His large hands reached down and gripped her ass, pulling her closer to him. Finally Ari pushed him back.

“We have to stop now or else I’m going to drag you in here and fuck your brains out,” she said breathlessly. Javi considered it. He really did. He wanted nothing more than he wanted to fuck Ari, but he wasn’t going to cross that line with her. She deserved more than he could offer, and it would just end up ruining their working relationship.

“Alright, hermosa,” he whispered huskily. He set her back on her feet and placed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Tonight never happened. Sleep well.” She smiled at him as she closed the door. Javi leaned against the wall and sighed. He looked down at the insistent bulge pressing against his jeans. He was way too drunk to get one of his regular girls to help him out. He shrugged and walked into his apartment. Wouldn’t be the first time he jerked off to thoughts of Ari, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last.

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My Side

F/M Pairing: Y/N x Bang Chan (SKZ)

Warnings: language, lots of smut, prostate massage, fluff, some mentions of angst (but it’s very minimal)

Genre: Marriage AU

Word Count: 4K

Summary: Y/N has had her entire future planned out ever since she could remember: step one- graduate college (done), step two- find a good-paying job (done), step three- marry someone she adores (done), and step four- have kids (???). She understands that life is full of obstacles, but is it too much to ask for your husband to finally knock you up?

A/N: Big apology to this anon user who requested this and had to wait like 8 billion years for me to finish it.

The fertility clinic was unusually cold, and I found myself shivering in direct contradiction with the sweltering summer heat collecting outside of the office building. Maybe that was the point: the doctors wanted to keep you totally alert while you waited for what seemed like hours for a standard routine visit. Because I could’ve already fallen asleep at this point - taking advantage of my day off from work to do something other than fret over the working condition of my reproductive system.

Of course, there was also the issue of my grumpy husband who had been thoroughly displeased when he found out exactly what a pap smear test implied. “He was totally checking you out when we came in,” Chan said. “Then, he insisted on sticking that thing up your vagina?”

“Oh, give it a rest, Chan,” I said. “I knew they would do that before I even came here.”

“I think he just wanted to look at your pussy,” Chan insisted. “And he did it right in front of me like I didn’t even exist!”

“You weren’t forced to stay in the room,” I pointed out, which I would’ve preferred but Chan insisted on standing over me like some kind of jealous observer who actually wanted to watch such an intimate procedure.

“Yeah, he would’ve preferred that,” Chan said, leaning further back in his chair. “How the hell is this even supposed to help us? We’ve only been trying for a few months.”

“Well, I want to make sure everything is working properly,” I said, and (just to spite him) I glanced down at his crotch. “What if you’re having performance issues, honey?”

“My dick works just fine,” Chan insisted. “But you know what? I think it’s partially your fault that we can’t pregnant. You’re putting too much pressure on him and it’s hard for me to focus.”

“Him?” I questioned with a grin. "Do you really want to personify your penis?”

“That’s not the point!” Chan exclaimed. “Did you even hear me, Y/N?”

“But what is the point, Chan? What exactly are you having trouble focusing on?” I asked. “We’re talking about fucking, not a tax audit. Keep the office out of our bedroom.”

“You don’t think I know the difference?”

“Apparently not since it requires more effort than necessary for you to orgasm,” I screeched, barely getting the words out before the doctor’s return.

Immediately, Chan and I were both forced smiles, pretending like we weren’t just having a pointless argument. “Well,” the doctor said. “Everything is fine on your end, Mrs. Bang. I guess that means we can perform some tests on your husband.”

“Oh, that would be great,” I said, even as Chan shifted restlessly from next to me. “Is there anything you need?”

“We’d like to ask you for a sperm sample,” the doctor replied while handing Chan a clear, transparent plastic cup that he accepted with obvious hesitation. “I’ll give you some time.”

“Thank you,” I said, looking over at Chan who was glaring at the cup as if personally offended by its presence.

But at least he waited until the doctor was gone before looking at me with wide eyes. “What do I do?” Chan asked, holding up the plastic cup while appearing thoroughly taken aback.

“It’s just masturbating,” I hissed at him.

“They want me to jerk off into this cup?” Chan gasped like the idea was so totally perplexing to him.

“How else will they get a sperm sample?” I asked him, rolling my eyes because I was growing impatient.

But Chan still hesitated, using one hand to hold the cup while his other traveled down to the front of his jeans. “Do I just...”

“Yes!” I shouted while standing up from my chair. “It’s nothing hard, Chan, you’ve been masturbating since 9th grade!”

“Yeah, but it’s embarrassing to do it here,” Chan argued, and I sighed for what had to be the thousandth time that day.

“There’s a curtain for privacy,” I said, reaching for my bag from the floor. “I’ll be waiting outside until you’re done.”

“Y/N!” Chan whined, but I left without another word, hoping that Chan could get his shit together because I was exhausted and the prospect of the bed waiting for me at home was suddenly everything that I wanted.

It turned out that Chan and I were both perfectly healthy, and there should be nothing impeding my ability to finally get pregnant. Chan even managed to smile after our doctor complimented his sperm because they were powerful swimmers or whatever the hell that meant. But that had also been hours ago, and after a well-deserved nap, I was feeling exceptionally horny. Thankfully, Chan was never the type to turn down sex, and a few innocent kisses had turned into a full-blown pornography session within moments of me circling my hips against the front of his jeans.

“Fuck me, Chan,” I said, and he nodded eagerly as we both helped each other escape the obstacle of our clothes.

“You should apologize to my dick first,” Chan said teasingly when he had me spread open in front of him, fisting his cock as he started jerking himself off.

“What? Why?”

“You questioned my performance earlier,” Chan said with a shit-eating grin. “Maybe my cock isn’t good enough for you.”

“It’s fine,” I said, whining when I tried to wrap my hand around the base of his erection, only to have Chan knock it away with a sharp growl. "Alright!” I groaned. “I’m sorry I questioned your all-powerful shaft, okay? So, can you please just fuck me already?”

Chan chuckled at my easy compliance, and he ran his thumb across the slit of his cock before positioning himself at my wet entrance. “Remember that next time, Y/N,” he said, exhaling shakily when he started to push inside.

“Shit!” I cried, reaching out for his broad shoulders as I held on as tight as possible for the ride waiting ahead of me.

“Such a tight cunt,” Chan remarked, pausing a moment to grind himself against my insides just to feel the pressure around his cock.

“Go faster,” I requested, throwing my head back when he complied, smacking his hips into mine as he searched for the perfect angle to leave me seeing stars.

“Yeah?” Chan purred, and he started thrusting faster than before, dragging his cock against the pulsating walls of my cunt, forcing more arousal to leak out around him. “Look at how good you always take my cock, baby.”

I reveled in the praise, craning my neck to the side just so that I could watch him disappear inside of me over and over again to match the sensation of his thick cock filling me up so well that it was almost mind-numbingly good. The best part was the pleasing sound of Chan’s moans, and I admired the way that he held himself up over me so that his muscles were practically bulging as he rolled his hips with seductive grinds. Meanwhile, I was drooling over the visual of his bulging biceps, whining underneath him because Chan was being unusually rough. Not that I would ever complain since every thrust managed to brush the tip of his cock perfectly against my cervix.

But it was only after Chan reached down to add a finger to the already tight fit of his cock inside my pussy that I remembered something that I had read on the internet as part of my endless pregnancy research. My eyes flew open at the reminder, and the lustful haze surrounding my sex-addled brain quickly vanished. “Hold on, Chan,” I said, pushing against his chest and disrupting the steady rhythm he had been maintaining.

“W-what?” Chan stuttered, pulling out while watching me roll over onto my stomach.

“This is a better position,” I said, raising my ass high into the air before giving him a teasing wiggle.

“Whatever,” Chan grunted, still too gone in his pleasure to care that much about my shenanigans. He immediately caged me in with his thighs, fumbling with his erect cock before aligning the tip with my aching cunt. I was relieved when he started jostling his cock back where it belonged, meandering in elegant strokes that resulted in the best friction.

“Make sure you come,” I told him while decorating the pale skin of his shoulders with nail marks as I reached behind me.

“You first,” Chan insisted, and my heart warmed at his selflessness even while it felt like all the blood inside of me was rushing south, moving through my veins and spilling over with a rapid descent that left me seeing white while Chan moved even quicker, thrusting like a man deprived.

I felt him come only moments later with the familiar heat that I had grown to appreciate more and more over the last few months. Thereafter, I immediately reached for a pillow from behind me, wincing at the sensitivity that lingered between my legs. “What are you doing?” Chan asked when he collapsed on the bed next to me.

“It’s supposed to help,” I said, raising my hips to place the pillow directly underneath me. “This article said that raising your legs after sex can improve your chances.”

“That seems ridiculous, Y/N,” Chan said.

“Hey! Blame your sperm,” I countered. “It’s not my fault they need an extra boost.”

“My sperm are just fine,” Chan grunted. “You heard the doctor. They’re excellent swimmers.”

“This is just a precaution,” I told him, sighing in relief when I reached down to cup my heat, ensuring that all of Chan’s cum stayed inside where it belonged.

For the past several weeks, work had become something of a chore that I was forced to endure on a regular basis. It was often a struggle to force my way through piles of paperwork or tedious emails that always said much of the same thing. After a while, I would find myself glaring at the clock because I was quite certain that time was moving slow for the sole purpose of annoying me.

There was also the issue of dealing with my colleagues, especially the ones who liked to gossip and had effectively made a whole thing out of my failed attempts at pregnancy. “Oh, Y/N,” they would tell me. “It’s been three months, hasn’t it?”

Like they didn’t have anything better to do with their lives besides meddle in mine. But the worst of them all were the ones who decided that they were some kind of authority figures and tried to give me helpful “advice.” Everything from the shit that I had already heard from my doctor and the articles online, to bizarre practices that left me wondering where they found their information.

My manager’s personal assistant was a frequent advocate. She was far more insistent than the rest of them because she already had two kids at home who she described as future Mozarts in the making. And because she had already been successful (twice, I might add), she always sat next to me at lunch with a new suggestion that supposedly guaranteed fertilization.

“It could be that he’s under too much pressure,” she told me before biting into her salad.

“I’m asking him to have sex with me, not invent a new computer,” I grumbled.

“Yeah, but I’m sure you’ve both been having a lot of sex, which might seem like a good idea,” she continued. “But it might actually turn out to be far worse.”

“What do you suggest then? Should I kick him out of the bedroom for a week or two?” I snarked, but she was hardly bothered by my sarcastic attitude.

“My husband and I tried stimulating him more directly,” she explained. “Maybe you could try it out.”

“How so?”

“It’s something like a prostate massage,” she revealed in a hushed tone as if it was top-secret information. “There’s all kinds of information about it on the internet.”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” I said, wanting nothing more than to brush aside her words, but maybe I was too desperate because I found myself skimming through countless articles after lunch, soaking in the vast amounts of information that I uncovered.

And I left the office that day with a new strategy in mind to surprise my husband.

The moment I first walked through the door, I was yanking off my jacket and calling for Chan who ducked his head out of our bedroom. “Why the hell are you yelling?”

“Because I have a wonderful idea,” I said, practically skipping over to him and offering him a deep kiss.

“Y/N,” Chan murmured against my touch, grabbing my shoulders to pull me back. “What are you going on about?”

“Just take your stupid clothes off,” I said, skirting past him into the bedroom. “I want you naked on the bed.”

“You’re already horny?” Chan chuckled, but he made no protest of yanking his shirt over his head.

“I want to try something,” I told him, opening the door to our closet to search for something that we hadn’t used together in a long time.

“Should I be afraid?” Chan asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as he fisted his half-hard erection.

“Not if you have an open mind,” I said, turning around to hold up the bottle of lube, and Chan’s smile instantly vanished.

“What’s that for?”

“Well, tonight I’m using it on you,” I said, laughing at the way his forehead creased in confusion. “My co-worker actually made a pretty useful recommendation today.”

“Okay?...” Chan trailed off with an expression of perfect concentration - like he was doing his absolute best to understand.

“The internet called it prostate milking,” I explained, biting my lower lip to keep myself from laughing at the horrified expression on Chan’s face. “I want to stimulate your prostate.”

“Why the hell would you do that?” Chan asked.

“Look, it has a lot of medical benefits,” I said. “Plus, I read that it can feel really good.”

Chan squired anxiously on the bed when I sat down next to him, and I could see that his cock was perfectly flaccid between his legs. “I don’t know, Y/N-”

“Don’t worry,” I interrupted him. “This is perfectly normal. Now, be a good boy for me and get on your hands and knees.”

Chan frowned. “Good boy?” he grumbled before obeyed my command, crawling his way up the bed to position himself in the way I had suggested.

“There we go,” I said, softly running a hand down his spine.

“So far, I’m not impressed,” Chan muttered.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” I said, situating myself behind him before palming his ass. “This looks better than I remember, Channie.”

“Yeah, I guess the squats helped,” Chan said, and he flinched when I snapped a glove in place over my right hand. “What’s that for?”

“You think I’m gonna mess around your ass without a glove?” I snorted. “That’s not very hygienic.”

“Hygienic, yeah, okay,” Chan huffed, and he let out a noise somewhere between a whine and a grunt when I opened the bottle of lube and drizzled some on my fingertips.

“Hold still,” I said, trying to get him to relax when my finger started circling his asshole, pushing against the tight muscle which wasn’t so easy to penetrate. However, with enough perseverance, I forced one finger inside and heard Chan release a rather unattractive sound.

“How does it feel?” I asked him, trying to move my finger around like I had read online.

“It just feels like you’ve shoved your finger up my ass,” Chan snapped, and I knew not to take it personally since he wasn’t so willing to go along with my crazy scheme in the first place.

“Don’t be so tense,” I said, rubbing my hand along his lower back. “Should I use more lube?”

“Fuck, I don’t know, Y/N,” Chan groaned, and I could tell that he was growing frustrated.

I was also losing confidence - wondering if this had been a bad idea because it definitely wasn’t as easy as my co-worker promised. Plus, I could tell that Chan was uncomfortable, squirming around under me while his cock hung limply between his legs. Clearly, he wasn’t finding any pleasure from this, and maybe it was entirely my fault for jumping into this without more preparation.

“Shit, Chan,” I said, removing my finger while releasing a sigh. “I’m sorry, we shouldn’t have done this.”

I cleared my throat, feeling increasingly anxious when Chan refused to respond to my apology. He was still supporting himself on his hands in front of me, chest heaving up and down with each breath. I could see that the bright red tint to his ears betrayed his embarrassment and that only made me feel worse because the last thing I wanted to do was make this bad for him.

Eventually, Chan rolled off to the side of the bed, collecting his sweatpants from the floor before walking into the bathroom. I closed my eyes when the door slammed behind him, and I quietly left the bedroom to give Chan some privacy because it was obvious that he wasn’t pleased with the situation.

So much for my co-worker’s stupid suggestion.

However, in the grand scheme of things, I was always the first to recognize when my actions warranted reprimand.

After sleeping on the couch in the living room, I woke-up with a sore lower back and a guilty conscious. Chan had already left for work that morning, and he probably hadn’t paid me a single glance. But I probably deserved his wrath, which meant I would do everything that I could to make it up to him.

Consequently, I found myself flashing a bright smile at Chan’s office secretary who greeted me politely before calling Chan’s phone to see if he had some time to see me. There was a small part of me which worried that Chan might send me away because of last night’s events. Thankfully, his secretary waved me inside and I took a deep breath before opening the door while carrying the packed lunch I prepared for him.

Once inside, Chan offered me a cursory glance that only lasted a brief moment until his attention was once again focused on the file in front of him. “Channie,” I said, wincing at my shrill tone. “I brought you some lunch.”

I hesitated when Chan didn’t respond - walking over to his desk to carefully deposit the bag on his desk. I waited for a brief moment, but Chan refused to acknowledge me, which meant I needed to approach him more directly. “I’m sorry about last night, Channie,” I said, coming around his desk to perch myself on the edge. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m also sorry about the past few months because I’ve been so desperate to finally have my positive pregnancy test that I started to really neglect you.”

The pen Chan had been writing with stopped in the middle of whatever sentence he had been writing, and my husband finally allowed me the privilege of looking into his dark brown eyes. “It’s hard for me to stay mad at you, Y/N,” Chan said, and I nearly burst into tears at the simple declaration.

“You deserve to be mad at me,” I said. “I can’t believe you let me get away with acting like this. You should get the husband of the year award or whatever.”

Chan chuckled, tossing his pencil aside. “Sweetheart, I know how much this means to you, and I want it just as much, but maybe it would be nice if we could be intimate sometimes without worrying about whether or not we’re following all those advice columns you read.”

“You’re right,” I agreed, and I pushed myself away from the edge of the desk and fell onto my knees in front of him - reaching out to grab his thighs between my hands. “What if I blew you right here in the office?”

Chan’s answering moan was enough to solidify my resolve, and I easily worked apart the belt fastening around his suit pants. My fingers worked with an experienced touch because this wasn’t the first time we had done something like this in his big executive office and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. “Fuck, Y/N,” Chan said, grabbing large handfuls of my hair while directing my lips closer to his exposed cock-head.

“Let me take care of you, darling,” I said, offering a tentative lick to his pulsating tip. Chan was already hard, and I gave him a few strokes with my hand before allowing my mouth to take care of the rest - opening wide to take him as deep as I could without gagging.

“Look at you,” Chan snarled, and his fingers traced the seam of my lips stretched obscenely around his cock.

I moaned around his erection, and Chan closed his eyes as he fingers tightened their hold - hips moving every so often to force his cock even further down my throat. But I’m sure it made for one hell of a visual, and I hollowed my cheeks as I ran my tongue across the distinct vein trailing along the underside.

“Keep going,” Chan said, and I could tell that he was close. And I started bobbing my head up and down, mimicking the same effect of his cock fucking my pussy, relaxing my throat and encouraging Chan to do whatever he needed to push himself over the edge.

He eventually came with an exaggerated groan, and I wrinkled my nose at the taste of him. Yet, I knew better than to let anything go to waste, and I struggled around the rawness of my throat as I swallowed - swiping my tongue around the head of his spent cock to clean up the excess.

“Was it good?” I asked him with a hoarse voice.

“Of course it was,” Chan replied, encouraging me off the floor and into his lap. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as I listened to his heart slow back down to normal. “Thank you, Y/N,” he said, teasing his lips across mine. “You’re not gonna freak out over the fact that we just wasted my perfectly good semen?”

I rolled my eyes before playfully hitting his shoulder. “It’s never a waste if it makes you come like that.”

He smiled, bringing out the fullness of his dimples, and we sat together while Chan ate his lunch and I mindlessly talked about the latest office gossip. It was moments like these that I loved more than anything about my marriage to Chan - pregnancy be damned. Ironically, it was only a few weeks later that I found myself looking down at a thin white strip with a blue cross displayed across the surface: positive.

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Shampoo is a luxury item: clone wars shenanigans.

Tup laid across the men’s fresher counter of a space 7/11, or refuelling port. face up with his head in the far sink and a rolled up towel under his neck. his knees bent to fit in the space. He didn’t know if this was going to be a great or terrible idea. That would depend on just how competent Hardcase and Fives were. And Tup realized Hardcase didn’t actually have hair, and Fives’ was pretty short.

“Wait ok so you can’t do this in the sonic why?” Asked Fives again, genuinely curious for the 5th time, inspecting the much too bare-bones instructions on a bottle of shampoo they bought.

“The sonics don’t work with that stuff. You need actual water”

Hardcase was reading the other bottle, conditioner. “Don’t know why you’re making us go through all this trouble anyways. It’s just hair. Doesn’t the sonic wash it good enough?”

“Maybe. But these smell nice and you owe me after abandoning me.”

Hardcase sighs annoyed and slightly guilty. Fives runs the tap and cold water runs right into Tup’s face. Tup tries to sit up quickly but hits his forehead on the tap. Fives pushes his face back down and redirects the slowly warming water away from his face. “Oops. Sorry”

Tup groaned in annoyance and Hardcase sat onto the counter opposite to him, swinging his legs and reading out the instructions on the bottle. “Ok... first rinse the hair, which is what you’re doing now. Then massage in the product and wait 5 minutes before rinsing it out again. That’s what mine says anyways.”

“Shampoo says the exact same thing. So do you use both? Which ones first?” Fives asks semi rhetorically letting water splash back into Tup’s face as he reaches for the other bottle. Tup shields his eyes from the water and sighs annoyed.

“Shampoo first, then conditioner. Use both.”

“Oh. And how much are you supposed to use?” Fives asks, realizing his mistake and redirecting the water from Tup’s face again.

“I don’t know, never used it.”

“Well it’s says 2 in 1 so I assume that means half the bottle?” Hardcase suggests.

Fives turns off the water and pours some of the product onto Tup’s hair, face lighting up at the smell and shine, and again at the foam as he starts to massage it into Tup’s scalp. Hardcase sticks a finger into the foam and tastes it to see if it tastes as nice as it smells.

“Tastes like soap” he says, informing the others of his amazing discovery. That this fancy soap tastes like soap.

Fives chuckles lightly at Hardcase, though surprised at just how much this stuff was expanding. There was more than enough to cover Tup’s entire hair and the bubbles were quickly filling this sink. Hardcase watched with fascination.

“You having fun there?” Fives Asked Tup, who had his eyes closed looking like the very image or relaxation on the countertop of the men’s fresher in a space 7/11, at 23:00 hours local time. Tup hummed in contented confirmation.

“Man I’m kinda jealous” says Hardcase “I almost wish I had hair.”

Fives turns on the tap again to wash out the soap.

A natural born- or civilian togruta male walks in and stops at the entrance. Hardcase waves at him and he just turns around and leaves.

“Huh. Hope that’s not gonna be a problem.” Hardcase thinks aloud.

“What’s gonna be?” Asks Fives as he moves onto the bottle labeled ‘conditioner’, disappointed at how little this product puffs up compared to the other one.

“Someone saw us just now. They looked confused and kinda concerned.”

“Who was it?”

“I don’t know. Not an employee though. As long as they don’t tell anyone we should be good.” Hardcase dips a finger into the different floral smelling lather, and tastes the conditioner as well. Just in case it’s different. “This one also tastes like soap. They smell different but taste the same!”

“They’re both soap Hardcase. Do you eat every kind of soap you come into contact with?”

“No but these aren’t just soap. They’re hair soap. Maybe they taste different. I don’t know. Well now I do, cause I tasted them but I didn’t know that before I tried them.”

Fives shrugs. “You’re right I guess.” He reaches for the faucet again but Tup stops him.

“You have to let this one sit for five minutes remember?”

“Oh yeah.” Fives looks around for a chrono, but he can’t see anything to tell the time. He remembers seeing one by the cash register in the store. “Hardcase can you go outside and tell us when five minutes passes?”

“Give my five credits.”

“What? No! Why? It’s not even that big a task. Look I’ll do it if I have to I just-“

“It’s to buy us slushies, chill. If I’m out there I may as well.”

“Oh.” Fives produces the credits, as he was the one holding the money for the group. “Mix red and blue to make purple for me”

“And purple for me too” Tup adds.

“Sure, sure.” Hardcase waves them off as he grabs the credits and leaves the fresher, back into the store.

Fives takes Hardcase’s spot as soon as he leaves, swinging his legs idly until he decides to pack up the shampoo and conditioner in the backpack of stuff the group had brought with them. He assumed he wouldn’t need them again, all he had to do was rinse out the conditioner. In five minutes. He set the brush they had brought along with some hair ties onto the counter in preparation.

“Was it worth it?” He asks Tup, quickly growing impatient and ready to see the results.

“It felt really nice when you were washing it but now my neck kinda hurts from holding my head here. And it smells nice so, yeah so far I’d say it was worth it.”

“Cool, cool.” Fives had been having fun too, but he wanted to get on with the next step already. Where was Hardcase with those slushies? Surely five minutes had passed.

Some amount of time passed, which felt like an hour before Hardcase came back in with two purple slushies and one that leaned a bit more into magenta. “I think five minutes is up, I lost count.” He set them down on the countertop.

“Finally! What took you so long?” Fives sprung up, wasting no time turning on the water, not yet interested in his slushie.

“I was browsing to see if there was anything I thought looked more interesting. There wasn’t though. At least nothing in my price range” Hardcase took his spot back as soon as fives vacated it. He watched Fives through the mirror, sipping his magenta slushie through a straw.

Fives was delighted that Tup’s hair now felt silky smooth, even nicer to touch than before. He turned off the water and wrung the hair out before removing the towel from under Tup’s head and shoddily wrapping his hair with it.

Tup sat up cross legged on the counter and stretched, yawning. He turned to face the mirror and pulled off the towel. His face lit up as he saw his still wet hair, much shinier than he’d ever seen it. And it was soft to touch too! He ran his hands through it.

“I think it was worth it” he said happily. “It feels so nice!”

“Want me to brush it?” Fives asked, though he wasn’t really offering a favour, more asking one.

“Sure” Tup slid off the counter

“Wait I want to do it! Can I?” Hardcase interjected. Fives scowled at him. But Tup said it was more fair Hardcase got to do it, because Fives dis the entire washing. Fives drank his slushie dejectedly as Hardcase claimed Fives’ own prize.

Tup also insisted on them leaving with a shopping car because it was “just that easy” and riding in it because he “was too pretty to walk now.” Fives had pretended to be annoyed but he didn’t mind it. And it gave him somewhere to set his drink as they started the long walk back to base.

By the time they got back, some other troopers were also just returning from 79s. It’s was the early hours of the morning now, and the group had felt they spent the night well. Fives had regretted having to turn down their offer to go drinking earlier that evening, as Tup had forced him to come do this. But now? He bet he had had just as fun a time. And definitely a more memorable one.

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honney-boy · 3 years

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Risky Business & Special Swims

John B Routledge x Reader

Words: 1k+

Warnings: shenanigans, summer night fun, skinny dipping, hints of nude and nakedness, a very small hint of lacking confidence in body image (if you don’t squint you’ll miss it)

Request: yes

can i request (from ur prompt list #1) “Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry” and “If we get caught I’m blaming you” for John b!!! I guess those would prob be two diff imagines or if u wanna choose one :)

A/N: So I split this request into two, the other part of it will be up soon! This was suppose to be a blurb but I don’t know how to write blurbs correctly; I’m incapable of keeping more works under 200 words. I love details :) I am writing a lot more of John B so, send in some request for him; don’t be afraid to send some in for the others too!

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You don't know whose idea it started as, but now, it became a reality. You and the pogues decided to spend the night hanging out at the Chateau, nothing new, nothing different from the normal. The summer's night wasn't too bad; the humidity took a break tonight, and a nice breeze blew through the spaces between the trees and the things in the backyard. Pope started a bonfire–JJ and Kiara joined him and sat around it. You decided you would spend some time in the hammock, maybe use your reading light and finish the latest chapter of your book.

That was the plan, but John B had another. Instead of going back to the fire with the others after running inside for a second, he made his way over to the hammock and pushed you, making you sway back and forth. For a minute, you could ignore him, but then you began to swing higher, and the force freaked you out.

"Quit it," you hissed at him, poking your head up to send him a glare, but with where the hammock was, there wasn't much light, and the fire was a little ways away but still left a light orangish glow against your face. Though he couldn't see much of your face, he was able to make out some features, and he couldn't tell if you were glaring or pouting at him. Either way, a smile still stretched on his face, and you didn't need much light to know he was smiling; you could feel it.

John B slowed the hammock down but left it with a light sway that has you still moving. "What?"

"You know what," you began to wiggle around to try and get out, but that didn't help you. Your wiggling made it move more, making John B let out a soft laugh. "Please help me stop this and get out." There was a slight whine in your voice, and now you were pouting. He helped you out–stopping it and letting you out with ease and pulling you into his arms in the process. "You don't get a hug for me, mm mm. Nope."

He wrapped his arms around you, trapping you, but you still tried to escape. He squeezed you tighter, keeping you from wiggling away as he hugged you. The boy buried his head in your neck, chuckling at your childishness. "I'm getting one from you now,"

"Only because you're forcing me–get off me, loser." You try wiggling from his grasp again, but eventually, give up because you weren't getting out of it.

Kissing your neck twice, John B mumbles against your "I'm not a loser," you run your fingers through his long locks, and finally accepting his hug by wrapping your own around him–he hummed in appreciation. You kissed him against his cheek, and he mumbled something incoherent into your neck.

You giggled, "I can't understand, you bubs," you tug at his locks to pull his head back, finally scanning his features up close. It was almost too dark to see, but the light from the porch and the light illuminating from the fire gave you enough to make out something. But you've studied his features many times, more than you could count. All you needed was to run your fingers softly against his face, and your mind takes over with the image of him - beautiful inside and out, you’d say.

"I said, do you want to go for a swim. A special swim?" John B asks.

"A special swim?” you ask with a raised brow.

"Well, it's like a normal swim, but instead…" he trailed off, and you thought he would leave you hanging; his words were already intriguing you. He began to walk backward blindly–you could only imagine how that would turn out. But then he turned around and led you over to the dock. "...we swim naked." He finished saying over his shoulder so you could hear him better.

"You wanna go skinny dipping?" With a nod of his head, you got your answer. You looked over your shoulder at your friends laughing around the fire. They weren't close enough to know what was going on, but they could make a fair assumption. When you turned back to your boyfriend, John B had already taken off his button-down, thumbs hooked on the waistline of his shorts, ready for the outrageous thing you guys were about to do. "Our friends are literally right over there, John B."

"They're a good distance away. It's dark, and they can't see us over here well. Come on, it'll be fun," The boy was now in front of you, hands young your waist pulling you closer to him. The only thing keeping you guys from being skin to skin and also from shoulders deep in the water was your layers of clothing and hesitation.

It's not that you were scared to skinny dip or that you've never done it– you have. It's been a few years, but you have. The thought of being caught vulnerable in front of your friends made your stomach turn; you weren't the fondest of your body. Although Kiara and you both have seen each other at most half-naked during a few sleepovers where you tried on different clothes or countless times you guys got ready together. John B is about the only person who has seen you–besides your parents, but you were a babe then–and if he were comfortable and reckless about it, you would suck it up. You'd find some courage you have hiding in you and be reckless; live a little.

After some thought, you give in. "Fine, let's go skinny dipping. If we get caught, I’m blaming you." You say, and John B punches the air and suddenly gets filled with more adrenaline.

"Whatever, fine, blame me. I don't care. But hurry up and get naked," John B reaches for his shorts, and you turn around to start stripping yourself.

"Sheesh, at least take me to dinner first," you teased, and you heard him chuckle behind you. A few seconds later, you hear the water splash signifying he got into the water. After taking off your swimsuit, you walk over to the dock's edge, already regretting your decision, but it's supposed to be fun, and the risk of getting caught makes it more exciting.

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pinro · 3 years

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°•A BREAK FROM IT ALL•°

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Characters used: Floyd leech, Jade leech

Reader: gender-neutral Mc! (They/them)

Scenario: getting a rest from Nrc shenanigans

Word count: 1,658

Writer's note: I always thought it was alot to take in for someone who came from earth and now needs compromise to survive don't you think?

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-Ramshackle dorm (your room)-

Feeling sluggish after waking up, you decided to get off of the bed.Grim didn't seem like he had any plans to open his eyes ;it was early after all. You check the mirror before anything; there's nothing that's planning on appearing nonetheless you decided to check just in case; occasionally ,random things appeared from that specific mirror, from 'dreams' about The great seven statues , and then there was this 'person' (rather a hallucination) called Mickey.

-Hallway-

A Lot of things have happened since you started attending this school as a student ..then a prefect. Sigh ,you just wanted a break from it all, it all feels surreal. Making your way out of your room , you didn't encounter the ghosts , you wonder what they are up to whenever they don't spend their time in Ramshackle dorm. 'what do ghosts do in their free time ?' You decided to ignore that question for now.

As you made your way down the steps, you cross by a crack on the wall, it takes you back to the time Ace had a fight with Grim in the middle of the hallway. Literally. Grim collided against the wall and the wall , being fragile, cracked easily. You tried to repair it with glue you've borrowed but it only seemed to get worse.

- Lounge -

You made your way to the kitchen, you were feeling a little thirsty , you would love nothing more than something refreshing. You opened the fridge with blinded expectations just to be shot with the cruel reality. Oh right. Food and what not in this dorm is nothing but a distant dream. You saw some canned tuna at the corner , but you don't think Grim would give you the end of it once he wakes up. "Guess i will go for a walk".

- Entrance -

"He doesn't seem to be around…" you pouted as you looked around for your friend 'Tsunotaro' ,or well what he goes by , you liked the nickname you assigned him to; you believed it fit him and it helped with familiarity around each other rather than being formal; He calls you 'child of man' instead of your actual name as well. The friendship is already blooming well if you're already assigning cute nicknames to each other!

Staring off to the distance you started to feel rather lonesome; usually Ace and Deuce would come around your dorm to hang out; it's a 'little' noisy and a 'bit' troublesome but it's something you would put up with for their company; it can be fun and hectic sometimes. The peaceful atmosphere was just something you're not used to, in fact , you're surprised you're not up doing something to clean up after that headmaster.

It's too early in the morning ; you wouldn't want to bother them just because you have nothing better to do, it just seemed unreasonable . You decided to think of something to do for the meantime to pass time.

You felt the breeze brush against your skin. With a sudden "ah!" You checked your uniform pocket "are they even open at this time?" You had an idea to visit Mostro Lounge for something to drink; although , you're not sure if your currency is close to what the menu has to offer. "In that case I will just order water" you concluded, placing back your pocket money.

Water wouldn't be expensive, right?

- Main street -

Making your way to the Lounge , you could hear the leaves bustling in the air , it wasn't the usual atmosphere you were used to in a place called 'Night Raven College'. You sped up with Journey Mostro Lounge. You felt like you needed to see someone right this instant. Anybody.

- Monstro Lounge -

Clank!!~

As you opened the door upon Mostro lounge , you were greeted by casual music that always played in the lounge , although a little quieter than usual.

"Oya? Are we having a customer already?" Your eyes laid upon a figure polishing the glass cups. Once your eyes meet , Jade blinks before greeting you with a smile "oh it's just you prefect , we're still getting ready to open but please feel free to take a seat." , you felt a little embarrassed ; as in you felt like you weren't allowed here but went in anyways. "Ohhh!~" Floyd cooed as he got in from the staff-only door "someone is already here!~" his voice echoed in the lounge from how loud he was being, he walked up to you "hey there shrimpy!~ you decided to have fun with us?"he would lean on the table you're sitting at with a cheeky smile. Jade chuckled "Floyd it isn't like you to be up at this time of the day" he glanced at his brother curiously , even if he were up this early he would be on about messing around campus or at his dorm. "Mehh~! The school is empty at this time of the day , it's so boring! " Floyd would stick out his tongue in annoyance "so I decided to check on what you were up to~" .

"Ah is that so?" Jade would ask rhetorically. You watched as the two got caught up over a conversation. "Hey shrimpy! What are you doing here?" He would suddenly flash you a question, "do you want me to take your order ?" Jade would offer "Hey i will do that! Stay right there!" Floyd would cut Jade off standing up from his spot. "I don't need to check the menu to know my demise-" you would mumble to yourself "I will just have water." you averted from your past words covering it with an awkward smile. Jade would chuckle "If you're in for something less of value you can check my secret menu~" he would look at you suggestively "Ehhhh! What about MY secret menu!!" He would snap at Jade "Check it out too shrimpy!" He would flip the menu for you.

You awkwardly took the menu ….both of them have questionable titles..although they were for a good price. "How come it's so cheap?" You would shoot the two a suspicious glance, surely there's a catch there , Jade would place a hand on his chin "oh my~ it disheartens me for you to think that way of us, we wouldn't add anything unpleasant to the menu, isn't that right Floyd?" He would roughly attempt to hide his grin as he tilted his head towards Floyd ,"surely! Even if we did so, Azul will be on our fins about it! He's so annoying when he's nagging~" Floyd would pout thinking about the amount of times he had to put up with Azul's 'nagging' even if it was reasonable. Floyd was just not in that type of treatment.

"Besides…" Jade would trail off "Both azul and my own brother have this uncertain hate for my well-taken-care-of- mushrooms...that they would want me to get rid of every trace of them...what a tragedy!" He would pretend to look wounded,"although they surely value much more ..don't you think it's better off to mend for them than just throw them off? " he would speak to you suggestively then avert his eyes shyly "that's why I decided to sneak in some mushroom recipes.." he would speak to himself. "As if!" Floyd would stick his tongue out in disgust "mushrooms are really nasty and it would only drive the customers away! How can you not understand that?" He would glare at his brother "oh please , aren't homemade ingredients convenient for Mostro lounge? That's what Azul said after all.." Jade would reply.

There..seems to be a commotion between the two ..you decided to break it off by picking a random recipe from the menu "i will have that please .." you would get in the middle of the two. Suddenly the twins became silent, until Floyd sighed leaning his body to the side "aghhh..wish people would pick somethin from my menu for once~" he sounded disappointed as he walked back to the counter, defeated. "Fufu~ i'm truly grateful for your selection prefect~ " whereas Jade sounded overjoyed ; does he want people to try his mushrooms that badly ? The two got to work.You decided to look at the lounge's tank as fish different in color and size swam by; it was oddly relaxing.

As you glanced around the tank you noticed a large tail poking at the end of the tank ,you decided to walk up to it then place a hand on the tank. "Oh hey shrimpy!~" Floyd ,from inside the tank would jump at you causing you to take a step back from surprise "look! I'm a fish !! "He would twirl in front of you then laugh at your expression "hehe~ shrimpy looks cute all flustered~ ♡" "this is my payback for not choosing my special menu!" He would nag as he held the tank glass and twirled his eel tail. "I-i thought--" you were taken aback, you surely believed that you just saw Floyd head for the counter to get to work, how did he get there so fast?? Reflecting on your reaction ..it actually made you laugh a little. "Floyd. Didn't Azul say swimming in the tank during opening hours is prohibited ? You will terrorise the poor guests~" Jade would state from the other end of the lounge , with a tray at hand that held your dish. "Your order is ready, why don't you take a bite before it gets cold ?" Jade would call for you , and that was your cue to get back to your seat.

"Ehhh!! Shrimpy come back!!" He sounded heartbroken, "fufu~ if you want to see them that badly why don't you get out of the tank?" Jade would suggest. "Don't wanna!!" Floyd folded his arms. You laughed along with Jade then processed to eat your food. It was ...refreshing.. this feeling ...it was comforting..

"So?~ Did you like the recipe I've prepared for you ? Then How about visiting the lounge more often, hm? "

"We will be more than happy to play with shrimpy!~ so please tag along~"

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#floyd leech #jade leech #twisted wonderland #twst

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It’s Your Love - happy birthday Burnsy!

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Pairings: Drake x OC (Alyssa); Liam x MC (Ella)

Song Inspiration: It’s Your Love by Tim McGraw & Faith Hill

Characters belong to Pixelberry; OC Alyssa Devereaux belongs to my sister @burnsoslow; Ella Brooks belongs to me.

Summary: The gang coordinates a surprise for Alyssa’s birthday.

A/N: It’s my Burnsy’s birthday and I’m sure everything I’m going to say she already knows! Firstly, I’m so sorry I changed my mind about which AU and which song for this fic like 47545024 million trillion times. Burns just freaking gets me mmkay? She’s my nakie twin, my soul sister, my football bestie and my biggest cheerleader. GUYS! Idk how I could have gotten through this year without her checking in on me, our football conversations or her amazing (and haaawwwwt) fics. Some dialogue in this fic, btw, was taken from a conversation we really had (and as usual, she is hilarious).

Burns, you know that I love you a BUTT TON and I will fight ANYBODY for you (where’s my vaseline?!) Thank you for always being in my corner, for giving me SEVERAL pep talks this year (because I’m dramatic), for believing in me when I sometimes didn’t believe in myself, and for loving me SO HARD. I really hope you have an amazing day and you enjoy your bday dessert and that you like this little fic.

-> please note, this is a rereblog and I am adding this fic to my ML. Today is not actually our sweet Burnsy’s birthday even though we would all like it to be lol

A/N2: This is set in The Loft AU by the way! Check it out here if you haven’t seen these guys’ shenanigans.

Warnings: Adult language, sexual innuendos, and major fluff guys!! The birthday girl wanted to be swooned and I will do my damndest to give her whatever she wants today.

Thank you so much @alyssalauren for letting me vent and letting me harass you with my whining … and listening to me change my mind about this for WEEKS - and also prereading for me along with @ofpixelsandscribbles. I love you guys so much!

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Alyssa was not feeling well. The more she coughed, the more she felt like death. “Oh, God, I feel like my brain is going to explode into itty bitty pieces,” she moaned with her arm draped over her face.

Drake bit his lip in an effort to stop a chuckle. She’s so fucking cute, and whiny. But cute. “Baby, it’s just a cold, you’ll be fine.” He slid onto their large king-sized bed and began to rub her lower back.

“It’s not! It’s the plague! Those kids at school don’t cover their mouths and sneeze up into the air! Like, I can see particles of their spit, just wafting,” she complained as she waved her hand in the air, mimicking the particles. “I bet you it landed on me or I inhaled that shit and now, look at me!” Her cute nose was reddened slightly from blowing out copious amounts of snot. She was seriously thinking about shoving some tissue in each nostril just to make sure nothing dripped.

Drake moved his hands upward and massaged her shoulders gently. “I can make you some soup,” he nibbled on her earlobe. “And make you feel … relaxed.”

“Mmmm,” she shivered at his words and sniffled. “Yes, baby, make me feel relaxed!”

A little while later

After Drake’s impressive two hour session of making Alyssa feel better, loud knocks sounded at their bedroom door.

“Lyssa!” Ella bellowed. “Lyss, you’re not answering my phone calls! Are you dead?!”

“No,” she croaked from the bed and stifled a laugh when Drake tripped trying to put on his boxers. “I was just getting my back blown out by my hot boyfriend.”

“Ew, TMI! Okay, are you covered up? I’m coming in!”

“No!” Drake yelled as he hurriedly threw on his pants. “Do not come in here, Brooks! I’m fucking naked!”

“Like I haven’t seen a naked man before,” Ella pushed open the door and rolled her eyes at Drake. “You aren’t even naked, Walker, get a grip.”

“No damn privacy around here,” he grumbled as he looked for a shirt in the closet.

“Hi!” Alyssa called out hoarsely from the bed as she tucked her comforter around her naked body. “I didn’t go to work today, I felt like death was coming for me.”

“I could hear you coughing from the kitchen. So, your blood pressure and that gnarly cough you have are what’s concerning me.”

“Yeah,” Lyss frowned and sniffed. “The cough is rough.”

“And gunky huh? Are you spitting up weird colored stuff?”

“No, it's clear and phlegmy!”

Ella narrowed her eyes on her best friend. “Lyss, did you take your blood pressure today?”

“I … umm no, I don’t like the machine.”

Ella let out a sigh. “You have to babe!”

Lyss’s bottom lip quivered. “I get scared my arm will explode.”

“Lyssa.”

The lip quiver always works with Drake. “… yes?”

“Your arm won’t explode.”

“If it malfunctions it could!”

Ella rubbed her hands over her face. “Alyssa!”

“In one of the Halloween movies, Michael Myers killed someone in the hospital by putting a BP cuff around their neck and pumping it until their head exploded!”

“What the fuck? Okay, no more Halloween movies for you!”

“But-”

“It’s not going to explode, Alyssa. You need to take your blood pressure. Do I have to hogtie you?”

“No ma’am, I’m taller than you!”

“By ½ an inch!”

Ella switched tactics. “If you don’t do this, I’m going to get Drake on you.”

Lyss giggled. “That’s hardly a punishment.”

Ella’s eye twitched and Alyssa held back a laugh.

After another 10 minutes, Alyssa finally agreed to only check her blood pressure if Ella did it for her and Drake had to hold her hand. Once the numbers were acceptable to Ella, Alyssa added to her terms. “Also, I want chicken noodle soup and those little soup crackers” - she sniffled - “and coffee.”

“Why not tea? That’s better I think,” Ella brushed some hair off of her best friend’s forehead.

“Coffee.”

“Cream isn’t a good idea for-”

Drake gave Ella a look.

“I mean … sure!”

“I’ll get started on that, baby,” Drake leaned over to kiss his girlfriend on top of her head. “Be right back.”

Ella waited until he closed the bedroom door behind him. “Lyssa.”

“Hmm?” She was already settled into the fluffy pillow and her eyes fluttered shut.

“Do you have a fever?” Not waiting for an answer, Ella leaned forward and felt Alyssa’s forehead with the back of her hand.

“Nu-uh,” Lyss mumbled and coughed.

“Lyss?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t you want to put on some clothes?”

“Mmm, nope, I’m good naked.”

Ella chuckled. “Okay.”

She stood and left Lyss alone to rest. Ella wandered into the kitchen to find Liam and Drake as they stared into a large pot of broth.

“Is she asleep?” Drake asked while he stirred.

“Yep, she’s passed out,” Ella peered into the pot. “You need to add more onions.”

Drake tasted the broth again and shrugged. “Okay, more onions it is.”

Liam handed Drake the bowl of green onions. “So, what do you have planned for her birthday? Are you proposing yet?”

“I had planned to take her to the park and have a picnic,” Drake paused as he tasted the broth again from the ladle. “But seeing as how she’s not wanting to leave the bedroom, I might have to rethink my plan.”

“Hmmm,” Liam tapped his fingers over his mouth. “Why don’t you just have a picnic in the bedroom with her?”

“I guess,” Drake frowned. “That’s not very romantic.”

“You’re trying to be romantic, Walker?” Leo said as he walked into the kitchen with Maxwell with several bags from Nordstrom.

“Yeah, I am, if you must know.”

“I can help you out!” Leo’s wide grin made Drake narrow his eyes.

“What’s in it for you, Rys?”

“Oh, I just love helping my friends! Let me put all my stuff down in the bedroom, I’ll be right back.”

As soon as Leo was out of earshot, Drake hissed. “I don’t trust him!”

“I know,” Max replied. “It’s Leo we’re talking about. After he saw the movie Titanic he started the Billy Zane fan club.”

Ella stopped washing the dishes in the sink and turned. “Wait, what?!”

“Yeah,” Liam added. “Look it up, they’re called the Zaniacs.”

“Why does that make me angrier than anything he’s ever done?!”

Liam shrugged. “He also roots for Billy Zabka’s character in The Karate Kid.”

“Alright, guys! It’s romance time!” Leo announced as he came back to the kitchen.

Three days later

Leo, Maxwell, and Liam were busy setting up things for Drake and Alyssa’s outing at the beach.

“Why is Ella not helping us?” Maxwell huffed as he and Leo carried large boxes of twinkling lights.

“She’s here for Lyss, and to make sure Walker doesn’t sweat too much and get dehydrated,” Leo laughed as all three looked at Drake in the kitchen pacing back and forth.

“Fuck you guys,” his chocolate brown hair a mess after running his fingers through them more times than he can count. “I’m just … nervous.”

“Yeah, we can see that,“ Leo cackled as they walked out into the hallway and waited for the elevator.

“It’s going to work,” Liam reassured his best friend as he grabbed the guitar by the door and followed Max and Leo out.

“Drake, it’s going to be fine,” Ella put her hands on his shoulders to stop him from wandering around the kitchen; it was making her dizzy. “Liam is the King of Romance. Don’t listen to Leo, Alyssa is going to say yes.”

“How do you know that?” He began to babble and couldn’t stop himself. “What if this is too soon? What if she hates my singing? What if she says no?”

“You should be worried about whether she’ll get out of bed,” Ella looked towards the bedroom door.

“Oh my God, is she still in bed?!” He inhaled too quickly and began to cough.

“Okay, Walker, I was kidding. You know she adores you. She said ‘I love you’ first for crying out loud,” she gave him a concerned look. “Are you getting sick?”

“No, I don’t … get sick,” he sputtered as he continued to cough.

“Well you are pretty delicate, maybe you should slow down.”

He waved off her comment as his coughs began to dissipate. “I’m not delicate, I’m just” - he lowered his voice to a whisper yell - “proposing to my girlfriend and I don’t even know if she’s going to like this damn plan!”

Ella rolled her eyes. “Okay, so let’s just forget that you got sick watching Frozen.”

Drake glared. “No. I did not.”

“You also got a nosebleed watching Up,” she smirked.

“Oh my God, will you ever let that go?!”

Ella let out a chuckle. “Okay, fine then, why don’t you go and take a shower?”

“I already did,” Drake looked down at his sweat-stained shirt.

“Yeah, why don’t you go and take another one.”

He nodded. “Be right back.”

30 minutes later

“El! I need help!”

“Lyssa? What’s wrong?” Ella let herself into the bedroom Alyssa and Drake shared.

“My sinuses hurt and I dropped my dress and my book on the floor.”

“Okay?”

“Can you pick it up for me? It hurts to bend over.”

Ella hid a smile and bent to pick up Alyssa’s black dress and her book titled Remember Two Things. “I’ve been meaning to read this, how is it so far?”

“Oh it is so good,” Lyss put the book on her nightstand and pulled the dress over her head. “I’m at chapter 18 and these two have been in love since college-”

“No spoilers! I’m going to read it after you,” Ella found Lyss’ shoes under the bed and helped her put them on. “You take that medication I gave you?”

“The pill was too big.”

“Alyssa!”

“I’m kidding, yes, I took it,” she dimpled. “It was a gel capsule.”

Ella let out a sigh of relief. “Okay, good. You don’t need your sinuses to act up while you’re out.”

“Where is he taking me?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

Alyssa pouted. “No, I don’t.”

Drake appeared in the doorway with a brand new shirt that was miraculously dry. “Ready baby?”

“Yeah, I’m ready,” she stood and wrapped her arms around her best friend. “Thank you for helping me!”

Ella shooed the couple out the door and quickly called Liam to let them know they were on their way.

***

“Baby, why did you take another shower?” Alyssa eyed Drake’s damp hair.

“I … slipped in something Max spilled on the floor in the kitchen.” Fuck, I suck at lying.

“Oh,” Lyss chewed on her bottom lip and studied Drake’s side profile as he drove his truck through the streets of Los Angeles. “I was thinking … you’ve taken such good care of me while I’ve been whiny and sick and I wanted to thank you.”

“Of course, I care about you.”

“I love you, baby, I feel like we’re so good together.”

“We are, Lyss, I love you too,” he reached over and intertwined his fingers with hers.

Drake slowly pulled the truck into a parking spot and turned off the engine. “Come on, I have something I want to show you.”

Alyssa nodded. She hopped out of the car and took Drake’s outstretched hand as he led her into a walkway with arching shrubs above them. “What is this place?”

“It used to be a secret spot I went to when I was single,” he glanced down at her while she stared up at the greenery in awe. “I would just come down here to be alone.”

Suddenly, the archway lit up in thousands of little twinkling lights that illuminated their way down to the end of the walkway. “Oh my God,” Alyssa squealed. “I love this so much, it’s beautiful!” They came to the end of the lights and began to walk onto sand.

“Only a little bit further,” Drake mumbled as he took in the ocean, then focused his gaze on the large purple blanket that was sprawled out on the sand a few yards in front of them.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a little picnic the guys set up for us,” he gave Alyssa a nervous smile. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes! What’s for dinner?”

“Taco pizza and for dessert,” Drake excitedly climbed onto the blanket after removing his shoes. “S’mores brownie pie.”

“S’mores?!” Alyssa peeked into the large basket that held the pie. “Can we eat dessert first?”

Drake let out a loud laugh. “Whatever you want, baby it’s your birthday.”

Lyss opened the box where the taco pizza sat and she inhaled deeply. “Oh, no, we’re eating this first.” She grabbed a plate and separated two pieces, one for her, one for Drake.

“Thank you.”

They settled into a comfortable silence as they watched the waves cascade over the sand; the sun was slowly fading, disappearing behind the ocean, leaving its yellow-orange coloring over the blue hue of the water. Alyssa was sitting in between Drake’s legs, her back against his chest.

“This hit the spot,” she patted her stomach. “Taco pizza just like in Remember Two Things.”

“That’s where I got the idea from,” he kissed her on top of her head. “You told me how taco pizza sounded amazing and I had to get that for you.”

“You are amazing,” she leaned her head back and touched her lips to his. “Is that a guitar? Why didn’t I notice that before?”

Drake’s face turned a bright shade of red. “Uh, yeah, I had Liam bring his guitar out here.”

“Do you” - she pulled away from him and turned all the way around with widened eyes - “do you play guitar, baby?”

He nervously scratched the back of his neck. “I … Well, sort of. Liam taught me when we were teenagers.”

“That is so hot,” Lyss mumbled and she bit her bottom lip. “Will you play for me?”

Drake nodded. “Hopefully I’m not too rusty, it’s been years.”

“I know I will love it.”

Drake picked up the acoustic guitar behind him and began to tune it. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he went through each string and turned the knobs in turn. Alyssa watched as he dug into his jean pocket and pulled out a guitar pick. How is a man with a guitar so sexy?

“Here goes nothing.”

He strummed the guitar and smiled when it didn’t sound off-key. He took in a deep breath and began to sing.

Dancing in the dark, Middle of the night

Taking your heart, And holding it tight

Emotional touch, Touching my skin

And askin' you to do, What you've been doing

All over again

Alyssa was taken aback. She had no idea he played guitar or sang a note until today. Drake Walker singing country music just did something to her; not to mention the fact that she loved this song.

Oh, it's a beautiful thing, Don't think I can keep it all in

I just gotta let you know, What it is that won't let me go

She couldn’t stop herself, she started to sing along with him. It was a duet anyway.

It's your love, It just does something to me

It sends a shock right through me, I can't get enough

And if you wonder, About the spell I'm under

Oh it's your love

Their eyes were locked as they sang together. Alyssa harmonizing with him made his stomach do flip flops. He was a nervous wreck just thinking about singing and playing this damn guitar in front of her. But once she started to sing, he wanted to stop so he could hear her angelic voice instead of his rough one.

“Drake?”

Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize I stopped.”

“That was so beautiful,” Lyss’ eyes were full of unshed tears. “I had no idea you could sing, baby.”

“I’m sorry I stopped, I wanted to hear your voice instead of mine.”

“Come on, let’s keep going!”

“I … I wanted to ask you something first.”

“Okay, what’s up?”

He set the guitar down on the blanket next to him and reached into his other pocket. “Lyssa,” he pulled out a black velvet box but didn’t open his hand just yet. “I wanted to make your birthday special, and I was so fucking nervous because I didn’t know if you’d like all this.”

“Anything we do together I love, baby,” she grasped his free hand with both of hers. “Don’t ever think I won’t like something you plan for us.”

Drake nodded. “I love you and I chose that song because it’s your love that keeps me wanting to wake up every morning,” he opened his left hand and she saw the box in his hand.

“Is that …”

“Alyssa Devereaux,” Drake opened the ring box and there sat three round diamonds on a gold setting. “Will you marry me?”

The tears were falling and one hand was clamped over her mouth in shock. She was crying so hard and overwhelmed with so much emotion that she struggled to speak. “Y-yes, Drake, yes!”

Drake’s entire face lit up at her words; he slid the ring on her finger and leaned over to kiss her. “Do you have any idea how happy you’ve made me?”

Cheers erupted from behind some bushes behind them, and the couple turned in surprise. Leo, Maxwell, Liam, and Ella jumped out, all with their phone cameras pointed in Drake and Lyss’s direction.

Drake scowled. “What the fuck?”

“Guys!” Alyssa jumped up and waved her left hand in the air. “We’re engaged!” Ella pulled her in for a big hug and the two of them began jumping up and down.

“Nice going, Walker,” Leo smirked as he shoved the last piece of taco pizza in his mouth. “You still sing real pretty too, just like in middle school.”

“Fuck off, Rys,” Drake snarled.

“You did good, brother,” Liam stepped forward and pulled his best friend in for a manly hug.

Drake gave him a half-smile. “Thanks for setting this up, and for all your help, Li. I know Twiddle-Dumb and Twiddle-Dee didn’t help much.”

Liam shrugged. “They picked up your pizza and pie. Got one for themselves while we were waiting for you to pop the question.”

“Taco pizza is the bomb,” Maxwell announced with a mouth full of food. “You guys are engaged! When’s the wedding?!”

“We’re still on cloud nine from being engaged, Max,” Alyssa chuckled. “We’ll all plan it out when we’re ready.”

“All of them?” Drake asked incredulously as the gang began to clean up the picnic area. “All of them are helping us plan?”

“You’re stuck with us forever, gorgeous,” Leo called out to Lyss. “You sure that’s what you want?”

Alyssa looked over at her fiancé, who just so happened to look at her. “I am so sure.”

#It's Your Love #a Burnsy birthday fic #via The Loft gang #oh no my hole #all the holes #they totally coke canned it #hey soul sister #my nakie twin's bday fic #nakie twins #trr fanfic #trr fandom #choices trr #trr #choices the royal romance #choices trr au #Drake x Alyssa #Liam x Ella

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Top 7 CN Shows That Would Work Better in Live Action than PPG

So I think everybody’s talked about why CW Powerpuff Girls doesn’t work, whether or not it’s a real thing or not? Who even knows. But while thinking about how this:

is kinda awful for Powerpuff Girls, I got thinking what shows that this style of a reboot would work for. In which it’s live action, the character is depressed and has sort of resentment towards their childhood now and that sort of thing.

So what are the top 7 shows that I think this

Number 7:

Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends

At Number 7 we have Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends. Seems fitting that we’d start the list with another one of Craig McCracken’s biggest hits. Why do I think the premise of “Oh, life sucks now and I kinda wasted my childhood” would work for Foster’s? For the plain and simple fact that for a few episodes of the show, there was a focus on Mac growing up and whether or not he should leave his friends at Foster’s behind him. You could play a lot with that concept combined with the live action reboot thing. Maybe an older version of the character is dealing with whether or not to let go of both Bloo and the past and move on with his life. Frankie being a young adult during the time of the original show could also be a pretty instrumental character since it was a matter of living there, caring for the friends, having that job and balancing this life with the life that she had outside of the house.

Not quite a coming of age story but a sort of “Hey, my life has gone nowhere and where could I go with this now? Do I keep the friends I loved and cherished as a child or move onto other things? Is there a way to do both?”

Only thing I wouldn’t want though is CGI monstrosity friends. Those would be kinda the worst…

Number 6:

Okay, let’s actually talk about a real superhero show this time around. Or would this count as a superhero show? Well, they certainly do a lot of cool time travelling so I’m gonna say it’s a superhero show. Of course, I mean Time Squad.

Now if you haven’t guessed, I don’t have the most experience with this show but I know enough to think that this is something that could actually work well. I mean, Otto was a kid who was basically running around all over history protecting the balance of time with a stuck up robot and a dude who is a little too into all of this. Imagine if he just sorta did this for all of his childhood and realizing as a young adult that “Crap, I didn’t really have a childhood.” With the dynamic of the squad, the potential to expand the greater organization as a whole and just all the time travel shenanigans that could happen, I don’t see a reason not to do it.

Plus, CW already has Legends of Tomorrow and that’s awesome so even less likely to screw it up if they’ve already got a model to do it off of right?

Number 5:

The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack

Yo ho ho, it is a sailor’s life for me. And in this sailor’s life we’re coming in with Number 5: The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack. Now this is a bit of an odd choice, right? But hear me out.

Flapjack as a child kinda had only Bubbie and K’nuckles as guides for his life. While they mostly spent their lives at Stormalong Harbor, they also constantly spent their lives looking for Candied Island. What if they never stopped looking and eventually, little kid Flapjack is a grown up now and he’s like “Oh wow. I wanted adventure but I was kinda manipulated to follow this creepy old man’s dreams of candy.” I think going heavy and hard on this sort of found family between them would be kinda fun. How K’nuckles wasn’t the best role model and how they’ve still only got each other in this world, that sort of thing.

Plus, a live action Stormalong would be sooooooo cool.

Number 4:

Ben 10

As the old saying goes, it started when an alien device did what it did, stuck itself upon his wrist with secrets that it hid, now he’s got superpowers he’s no ordinary kid, it’s Ben 10.

And unfortunately in CW’s Ben 10, he’s not a kid who just wants to have fun. Nah, he’s got a lot of emotional stuff to deal with and all of that depressing stuff. Isn’t it great? Now I do think that this could work especially if you work it in where maybe Ben enlisted into the plumbers after his summer vacation and it just kinda escalated from there to the point where here he is now.

Say what you will, but at least with Ben 10, we’ve seen it hit a more grounded and emotional place with Ben 10 Alien Force and Ultimate Alien so I don’t believe that this would be too far of a stretch with how that show worked and a lot of people happened to really like those iterations of the show.

Granted, I actually do want a CW styled Ben 10, but less edgy Arrow style and more along the lines of The Flash, but I’d still take this too.

And now before we get into the top 3, let’s get into a few honorable mentions.

First up, we’ve got Steven Universe. Now honestly, this could work really well, the only issue with that is that we’ve kinda already seen this story told and that was with Steven Universe Future. Good stuff and a lot of potential, but we’ve seen it and I don’t think we need to see it again with a live action coat of paint.

Next up there’s Codename Kids Next Door. Honestly, I think the only real spinoff we need for Kids Next Door is Galactic. That’s it. Anything else is unnecessary. Still, with this sort of concept an older KND who has been decommissioned and feels like there’s something missing in their lives that they just don’t understand would be really cool. Although maybe that would work as like a movie or special or somethin’ I don’t know.

And finally for the last of the honorable mentions we’ve got Teen Titans. While I am trying to keep this list to CN Originals, I couldn’t help but bring this one up. How Long is Forever is one of my all-time favorite episodes of the 2003 series so I think seeing a series taking place in that timeline or something similar would be a lot of fun maybe for like a miniseries or something. And honestly, anything’s better than Titans.

With those three out of the way, back to the list.

Number 3:

The Life and Times of Juniper Lee

In a world full of monsters and demons, June is the only one who sees them. This is the Life and Times of Juniper Lee and it makes number three on my list.

Now, like Time Squad, I didn’t watch much of this show. But what I do know about this show is that June is cool and she’s got this whole legacy and destiny by being the newest Te Xaun Ze, which are basically the magical protectors of her town. Only problem, and why I think that this direction for this show would actually be kinda cool, is the whole thing that the Te Xaun Ze is never allowed to leave the town at any point in their lives and oh boy, you could actually go really hard on that with this format since it’s literally built into the show.

Juniper Lee all grown up and just straight up depressed because she’s got the cool powers and grabs all the monsters but everyone around her has moved on in their lives. Friends have gone off to college and started all their lives and she’s got nothing but her family in Orchid Bay. You’d have a story of someone who once was big on their destiny who has accepted it but wishes that it wasn’t theirs anymore. I do know the show dealt with this a bit but with a new continuity and an older version of the character you really could just go in and deep on this.

I stand by that this would actually be pretty cool and kinda want it. Honestly, I like this idea so much that I wasn’t sure whether to put this in the number three or the number two spot, but y’know what? The next show told me a little secret that gave it the edge.

Number 2:

The Secret Saturdays

That’s right, it’s the Secret Saturdays.

Zak Saturday went all around the world with his parents discovering ancient cryptids, protecting the world and everything. He got some cool siblings in Fiskerton, Komodo and Zon. And then to add on top of that that he’s also the reincarnation of an ancient cryptid set to rule and control all the cryptids in the world? Yeah, that’ll do it. Definitely not the type of life he asked for and kid went through a lot because of it especially after losing those powers and apparently getting them back if we’re to count the Omniverse crossover TGIS to be canon.

But having parents like Zak’s, everything with the community of Secret Scientists and not really having many friends his own age or well, his own species will do that.

Exploring Zak and maybe Argost coming back for powers he might not want anymore and learning to embrace his destiny while also trying to patch up the Saturday family would be awesome.

Number 1:

Dexter’s Laboratory

Now while I know we already have a live action Dexter and it was an incredible hit, I- Wait, not the same show.

Ahem, Dexter’s Laboratory makes the top of this list. Partially because of it being PPG’s sister series but also partially because of the whole thing of there’s a lot you could do with Dexter’s character in terms of depression. If someone with such a high intellect were to somehow lose it all or just in some way, never really got forward in life, that would do it. Dexter could be a type of character that’s too stuck inside his own head in order to move forward. Alternatively, maybe Dexter is highly successful but has found there’s something missing in life or something. I dunno.

But whichever way you decide to go with Dexter’s character, you could have Dee Dee be pretty much the opposite of that. Maybe she’s found herself a place in life that she’s content with and Dex doesn’t understand why but wants it. I think going deep on this sort of emotional aspect of his life while also having all sorts of fun crazy science stuff would be a good watch.

All in all, gimme a Dexter’s lab show but we gotta make sure he keeps some form of an accent. No accent is a dealbreaker.

Although, I think that at the end of the day, animation should really just stay animated and that we don’t need to go live action for anything. All of these ideas I’ve presented, I’d of course rather prefer as cartoons with a more balanced tone more than anything but I figured with the announcement of a PPG show, this would be a silly but fun idea to talk about rather than ranting about it like most have. Granted, I’ve got some rants of my own since I still think it’s a bad idea. Haha. But you know how it goes.

At any rate those are all the shows I think would make better CW PPG style reboots than CW PPG. When it comes to the edginess and potential for drama, I feel these shows fit the bill better than the innocent, buttkicking action that was the Powerpuff Girls.

But what do you all think? Do you have any shows in mind that I haven’t mentioned? Do you think I’ve opened Pandora’s Box and given The CW more awful ideas?

Now, this was originally a YouTube video so you can probably see that in the way that this post, especially the ending was written, but I just still don’t really have the energy to edit stuff so have this post instead. It’s something I really wanted to discuss and just decided, hey, why not make it a Tumblr post?

#Cartoon network #PowerPuff Girls #live action remake #cw powerpuff girls #Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends #time squad #The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack #ben 10 #steven universe #steven universe future #kids next door #codename kids next door #codename knd #knd #galactic kids next door #Teen Titans #The Life and Times of Juniper Lee #secret saturdays #dexter's laboratory

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Prince!Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

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A/n : I just really wanted to write a prince!tom fic also i struggled so much trying to figure out a title and summary but im pretty happy with the actual fic Still dont like the tittle tho...

Summary : You take tom out for an escape from his life in royalty, at least that was the plan.

Warnings : Floof, kinda smutty but not really, mentions of violence, war, some cursing here and there

Word Count : 2.8k

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"That wasn't fair in the slightest and you know it!" Tom shouted as he halted his horse, licking his lips with annoyance.

He was in the middle of his book that his master had assigned him when you burst into his chambers, breathing heavily like his dog after he took her out into the fields. You were dressed in your riding gear, throwing his own smack in his face, the only words falling from your mouth were.

“You, me, stables, now,”

It wasn't totally out of character for you to be so spontaneous, he was used to it by now, so were his guards and everyone in the castle. So much so that they weren’t fazed anymore when you zipped past them in the halls never knowing if you were running to or from something.

None of them were curious enough to ask.

Nevertheless, he was always free for a nice ride through the forests with you. He always enjoyed tagging along and partaking in your little shenanigans around the kingdom. It was a nice break from his responsibilities as prince.

"What isn't fair is that your horse had to deal with your terrible riding," you picked at your nails, smirking at the young prince, "Better than last time thought, only five minutes behind,"

Even if you always beat him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," He muttered, jumping off his horse, his boots landing with a thud on the floor, "What are we even doing here in the first place?"

"You'll see," you smiled leaning off the tree trunk, "I put Galaxy over there," you pointed towards the brown horse shaking its head, most of its body hidden behind the thick shrubbery, "I'm sure she wouldn't mind some company,"

"Don't know, I feel like he would feel inferior to yours," Tom said, pointing to his horse.

"Don't worry, that logic only applies to you when you’re with me," you chuckled. It was known that you loved teasing him, it shocked him to this day that he still put up with your shit for the past years, putting in so much effort to see you at least once a week.

But you were the only person who kept him up float for the past years. The only person who treated him as an equal despite his blood and title. And he would be a fool if he let that go anytime soon.

Of course you couldn't know that, he could imagine how much embarrassment that would fill his body if you knew about his attraction towards you. He could already picture you brushing his words off as a silly joke and continuing with your day.

He didn't think he could deal with the rejection, to deal with losing you over some feelings.

"So, where are we going?" he said, dusting off his vest, "Or did you just bring me out here to murder me?"

"Trust me if i wanted to murder you, I would've done it a long time ago," you grinned, holding out your hand, “Now come on! The sun won’t be up for too long,”

You dragged him up though the bushes and trees, maneuvering your way through the forest. He’d never seen you this bubbly before, running and jumping over roots and ducking swiftly under branches all while occasionally looking back at him with a wide smile that made his heart melt.

“Are we there yet?” he whined, yelping when a branch hit him smack in the face.

“Oh shit,” your hand shot up to your mouth, trying to hide the laughter threatening to erupt from your throat, “Are you alright?”

“Oh yeah, totally,” he said sarcastically, rubbing his nose, trying his best not to sneeze, “like one always is when they get smacked with leaves and wood,”

You bit your lip, moving the branch back up so you could see him clearly, “If it makes you feel better, we’re almost there,”

He sighed, his head falling before picking it back up to look into your eyes, “Alright,” he chuckled when you continued to tug him along.

After a few more seconds of walking, he noticed the sound of water falling in the near distance making him a quirk up a brow. Soon enough you both emerged from the dense forest into a small opening.

His eyes trailed up the small pond, the ripples of the water reflecting the random rays of light passing through the trees hovering ever it like its own roof As he moved up, he eyed the flow of water running down a layering of rocks like a small fountain. Around it was a mass of shrubbery, green with hints of colour throughout. It felt like he was stepping into a painting his mother painted for him when he was younger.

“It’s beautiful,” he whispered, his eyes taking in every part of the scenery.

“I know, found it when I was sear- playing with Harrison’s sword,”

“You lost his sword?” Tom teased, catching your mess up.

“I found it back, calm your tits,” you uttered, mumbling under your breath, “after having some fun with it,”

“What was that?”

“It was a nice sword alright?”, you laughed, pulling your hand out of his.

He watched with curious eyes as you approached the lake, stopping as you reached the edge. He felt the instant head rise to his face when your fingers grazed the bottom of your loose skirt, pulling it off your body in one go and throwing it to the side.

He coughed as he looked away when your boots came off next along with the rest of your undergarments leaving you in your underwear and bra. He tried his best to keep his eyes turned down out of respect, but he would be a liar if he wasn't fighting not to raise his head.

“Are you coming?” you said, dipping your toes into the water before fully submerging your both your feet, “Or are you just going to stand there,”

“I-” Tom blushed, rubbing the back of his neck.

You turned around to face him, hands crossing in front of your chest, staring at him expectedly, “Come on now, before your father figures out your gone,”

“I’m pretty sure he already knows-”

“Then you have no excuse!” you tilted your head to the side, jutting your bottom lip out, “I didn’t bring you out here to just stare at me as I bath,” you raised your eyebrow suggestively, “Unless that’s what you want to do?”

“I-,” he paused, looking back down at the ground in defeat (and to hide his blush at your words). He could never say no to you, “Fine,”

You jumped into the water in glee, shaking your hair purposely for the droplets to fall on his clothes.

He rolled his eyes playfully at your smug smile, unbuttoning his vest and throwing it on a patch of grass. He did the same with his shirt, turning around when he began to shuffle out of his pants. Tom wouldn't deny the fact that he knew his looks, years of fighting and working gave his body a defined shape.

He could feel your eyes burning into his back which gave him the boost of confidence he needed to turn around.

He carefully made his way into the water, hissing at its cold touch. You rolled your eyes at his slow movements, grabbing his legs and pulling him inside. You laughed as his body hit the water, splashing you and the land around the pool.

You giggled as Tom raised his head, shaking it back and forth, his brown locks creating a halo around his head. You pushed more water at his figure, laughing even harder at the look of betrayal on his face.

“You-,” he chuckled, moving his arms in the same manner, sending a wave of water in your direction.

“Oh, Is this war Holland?”

“You bet your ass Y/l/n,”

You lunged at the brunette, pushing him under the water, your arms wrapping around his neck to keep him down. But it didn't last for long when he quickly broke the surface of the water once more. You wrapped your legs around his waist in a desperate attempt to keep him down, but it was useless given his strength.

When you looked back into his eyes, you finally took in how close you were, faces merely centimetres away from each other. You could feel his hot breath against yours, your wet skin melding with his. Your chest tightened, emotions you tried so hard to keep hidden resurfacing without thought. A glimmer of hope popping in your mind when he didn't pull away instead resting his hands on your waist, keeping you close.

You just didn’t think a prince would reciprocate the feelings for a commoner girl like you.

“Hey,” you whispered, readjusting your arms around his neck.

“Hey,” he whispered back, his eyes darting from your lips back to your eyes.

“i-,” your forehead fell against his, eyes closed as your heavy breaths fell upon his face, “Tommy,”

“Just say the word,” he gulped, “Just say the word, and none of this happened,”

He held his breath when you didn’t respond, his hands loosening from around your waist. He relished in the feeling of your body pressed against his not knowing when it might be the next time you would ever be like this with him after today.

He was a fool to think that you actually liked him in that way, that this wasn't just the spur of the moment but feelings aching to be unraveled at the seams.

“I want this to happen,” you finally muttered, opening your eyes to look directly at him, “I’m just scared what will happen after,”

Tom let out a shaky breath, looking back and forth between your left and right eye, trying to process your words, “Only one way to find out right?” he managed to say, licking his lips.

You bit the middle of your bottom lip, letting it go with a heavy breath, “Yeah I guess so,”

“Are you sure?” He couldn't help but ask again.

“Just shut up and kiss me for God's sake,”

Tom finally smashed his lips on yours, tasting the fresh water on the surface before moving them along with yours. You tilted your head slightly, deepening the kiss. Even after imagining this moment for so long, losing himself in the thought almost everyday, it could’ve never prepared him for the feeling of your mouth on his.

His hands tightened around your waist, his feet moving slowly along the floor to press you against the nearest rock, wanting to be as close to you as possible, for this to last as long as possible. You fingers moved from his neck to his hair, tugging at the soaked strands making him groan into the kiss.

“Tommy,” you muttered, barely pulling away to utter the words before latching your lips back on his.

“Yeah,” he smiled, biting your bottom lip as he pulled away fully.

“I-,” you started but was quickly interrupted by a loud bell that began to ring in your ears.

“Fuck, what’s that?” You breathed, whipping your head in the direction of the bell.

Tom replied hesitantly, “Someones attacking the castle,”

“What?” you said in disbelief, detangling your legs from around the prince’s waist, “Who would want to attack the castle?”

“I don’t know,” Tom said with a clenched jaw, despite his attempts to sound calm, the alarmed edge to his words failed to slow your rapid beating heart.

“You don’t know? You’re the prince!”

“Yes! As far as I’m aware we’ve been at peace with everyone for hundreds of years!”

You took a moment to process his words. Your parents always used to tell you stories of the great war, always bragging that your great grandfather fought the battle that helped peace run through the lands.

The war that ended all wars.

Songs were sung everywhere, children learned about it all the time, hearing the tale of tragedy and loss every day of their loved ones. Hell, even you had the words memorised in your head so that you knew, the people knew that they were safe, that they were free.

The bell high in the castle was only meant to be rung when the crown was under attack. Thousands of questions began to run through your head.

Who would attack?

Why would they right before dawn?

How was anyone not aware of it earlier on?

None of it made sense.

“Come one, we got to go,” Tom gripped both your forearms, letting out a heavy breath. His voice was nothing but a distant sound in the back of your head, bouncing off the walls of your skull.

“I-,” you managed to squeak, your throat starting to close up as your breath became shorter, coming out in little, shaky huffs with deep inhales.

“Y/n, Y/n? Y/n!” tom said hastily, his hands making its way to your face, directing your eyes to his, “Look at me alright? You’re going to be fine. We are going to be fine alright?” his fingers wiped the wet hair sticking to the front of your face, “When we get back to our horses, yeah? I want you to ride far away okay. Do you remember our tree house, right? At the edge of the forest leading into the meadow? I want you to go there alright? Take galaxy with you and hide out there until i come for you,”

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut before looking back into his panicked ones, “Wait, What? Tommy, I’m not letting you go in there by yourself!”

“AND I’M NOT LETTING YOU DIE!” he shouted, trying his best to control his breathing, his distress, his confusion, “I’m not about to lead you into a battle that i know nothing off unarmed!”

“What about you?” you whispered, but loud enough for him to hear, “Do you think I’m okay with you running into battle?”

“I’m the prince, it’s-,” he sighed, “It’s my duty,”

You looked up into his brown eyes, staring into them to find some sort of comfort. You tried to find the joke, something, anything that might tell you that this wasn’t real, all just some sick prank to get you back at disrupting his activities.

But as his pupils dashed back and forth between yours, unable to focus. You knew that you couldn't talk your way out of this one.

You also knew that you would be of no help in the kingdom in battle but ideas began to pop in your head of how you could help outside the walls

“Alright,” you gulped, “Alright,”

He gave you a quick kiss to the forehead before jumping out of the water. He tossed you his vest as you got out behind him so you could dry your body first. Shuffling around to gather the clothes that were thrown haphazardly in the ground.

Once both of you were fully dressed, Tom grabbed your hand as he led you back to your horse. You ran quickly, trying your best to not let the thoughts consume you but focus on what you needed to do, what you had to do.

Letting go of your hand as you both reached the clearing, he ran to his horse, untying his restraints. You did the same, petting her main in a calming matter, not only for the horse but for you too.

You both froze at the faint sound of a sword slashing some shrubbery followed by some muffled voices.

“Get on your horse,”

“Tom-,”

“Get on your horse now Y/n,”

You quickly mounted Galaxy, grabbing the reins tightly as Tom pulled out a sword from around his waist, keeping it close to his side.

“When I tell you to go, you go okay?” he said wearily, his head darting in every direction.

“Tommy,” you said quietly, grabbing his face in the palms of your hand when her turned around to face you. You pressed your lips on his one last time, pulling away to rest your forehead against his, this time without the water surrounding you both.

“Stay safe, okay?” you whispered, rubbing your thumb against his cheek.

“I’ll try my best,” he smiled, taking your hand in his, “For you,”

“Over here!” a gruff voice sounded, “I see a horse!”

“Go, Y/n, Now,” Tom said quickly, moving back to his original stance.

With a split second of hesitation, you pulled at your reigns, kicking the horsed side, riding Galaxy away from the kingdom. You cringed at the distant sound of swords clashing and men screaming. What scared you the most was that you didn’t know who they came from.

But you couldn't focus on that right now, you had to find the tree house and from there, figure out what the fuck you were going to do, to help the kingdom.

To help him.

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