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Charlie Reacting to Disgaea: Hour of Darkness (Pt. 2)

((You guys surprisingly liked part one of this so might as well let her finish the game.))

Episode 9:

Charlie: "Oh, this looks like something straight out of a classic space ranger cartoon. And this hero guy has the voice to ma-" -!!-

Jennifer (through the screen): "Let me see Gordon... about, 5 minutes."

Charlie: "Uhh..."

Jennifer (through the screen): "Are you scared, Gordon?"

Charlie: blushes "...Humina humina humina humina humina hamina humina humina humina."

Vaggie: walks in the room "Charlie, you know I can hear you across the hall, right?"

Charlie: points at the screen "Humina humina humina humina humina."

Vaggie: ???

Jennifer (through the screen): "Tea time's over, Gordon." ^^

Charlie & Vaggie: blush "Humina humina humina humina humina humina humina humina humina humina humina."

Husk: "We got a code blue in Charlie's bedroom."

Nifty: "Yay! I finally use the hose again!"

-later-

Charlie: "Laharl, in what way is checking for potential invaders considered NOT important?"

-later-

Charlie: "How bad was that crash landing that they all got separated? I hope Gordon's okay."

Vaggie: "I'm sure he's fine."

Thursday: "UNDERSTOOD JENNIFER. ACTIVATING LIFE SCANNER."

Charlie: "Okay, great."

Vaggie: "See? They're tracking him down now."

Thursday: "ALWAYS LISTEN TO A HOT BABE. THAT'S THE LAW."

Charlie: "We, he's not wrong. I listen to you all the time."

Vaggie: -!!- "Uh..."

Charlie: "What's wrong?"

Vaggie: "Nothing. I think this is the first time I've been called that and... I don't mind it."

Charlie: "Hehe..."

Vaggie: "Gotta say, this is the prettiest graveyard I've ever seen."

Charlie: "I know, right? We could go on a stargazing date here."

-later-

Jennifer (through the screen): "I heard from headquarters that the Netherworld is filled with nasty, vicious creatures. If we're discovered... Ahh! I'll be molested by countless slimy tentacles and my bodily fluids will be sucked dry! Or we could be swallowed whole and suffered a slow and painful death as we're digested alive!"

Angel Dust: "Hang on, how did Valentino's movies make their way to the human world?!"

Charlie: "That is a very good and VERY disturbing question."

-later-

Jennifer (through the screen): "You see, as girls mature, we get bigger breasts, and boys-"

Etna (through the screen): "Great, and now she's teaching sex ed. Who is this lady?"

Charlie: "I don't know what's worse, the fact that she's teaching it to the overlord of the Netherworld or that it's less awkward then when my dad tried to teach it to me."

Alastor: "I bet he attached a dildo and flesh light to a couple of rubber ducks."

Charlie: "How did you know?"

Alastor: "Wait, I was joking. You mean he actually-"

Charlie: "I wasn't able to see rubber ducks normally again until I became an adult..."

Alastor: "...Oh Vaggie! Charlie is in need of some mental stability."

-later-

Laharl (through the screen): "Woman, follow me! I shall find your hero! But I don't want that sexy body of yours within a 3-foot radius of me!"

Vaggie: "I'd gladly stay within 3 feet of her."

Charlie: "Vaggie..."

Vaggie: "What? You saying you wouldn't?"

Charlie: "Of course not. We can't hug each other if we're all 3 feet apart."

Husk: "Do I have to call code blue again?"

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): "What a landing. I guess Lady Luck is taking a vacation."

Charlie: "I think lady luck has a restraining order against me."

Husk: "She's got a restraining order against someone in this building alright!"

-later-

Flonne (through the screen): "At this rate, a war might erupt between the Netherworld and Human World. We must prevent that!"

Etna (through the screen): "Huh? Why? It'll be fun!"

Alastor: "I'm with Etna. After our bout with the angels, it would be interesting to see how much the humans they claim to protect could handle."

Charlie: "Alastor!"

Alastor: "What? I was referring to the humans in the game. Of course we can't have a war here. We just rebuilt the hotel."

-later-

Laharl (through the screen): "Listen, Defender of Earth, if you defeat me, I promise not to invade your planet. But if I win, then you agree to stay here in the Netherworld and become my vassal. How about it?"

Charlie: "NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!"

Gordon: "Fine! A hero never backs down from a fight!"

Charlie: "SON OF A BIIIIIIIII-"

-later-

Charlie: "And so we have another unfortunate victim of the devil's binding contract. Ugh, I'm already dreading what he's going to make him do!"

Alastor: "Probably not much. After all, the overlord is still a mere child and became nicer in recent episodes. It wouldn't surprise me if he just have him do menial chores all day."

Charlie: "Well, I guess we'll have to wait and see."

Episode 10:

Charlie: "Looks like Alastor is right after all. Gordon's just doing chores around the castle. I still don't like him being bound to this deal, but I guess it could be a lot wor- wait, what's this about a picnic? They have a tourist spot? They have a souvenier shop?!"

Angel Dust: "Think they sell limited edition sex toys?"

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): (Here's my chance! I'll sneak off and escape during the picnic.)

Everyone in the Hotel: "That's not going to work!"

-later-

Carter (through the screen): "Their mission ended the moment they entered the Netherworld. Slaying the Overlord was just a pretext."

Kurtis (through the screen): "They're nothing but pawns to you, huh?"

Carter (through the screen): "What an ugly way of saying it. I prefer to call them "The heroes who sacrificed their lives for the earth!"

Charlie: "He sent Earth's heroes on a suicide mission?! This guy's worse than Adam!"

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): "The sky is blue, the weather is perfect! Come on, let's sing!"

Charlie: "It's a happy day in Hell!"

Angel Dust: "Really?"

Charlie: "Couldn't resist."

Laharl (through the screen): "I'm not a kid! I'm 1313 years old, and mentally, I'm much more mature than you too!"

Etna (through the screen): "Mature? I think you two are about the same. FYI, I'm 1470."

Flonne (through the screen): "I'm... fairly young."

Laharl (through the screen): "You're an angel, right? Tell the truth."

Flonne (through the screen): "One thousand... five hundred and nine?"

Etna (through the screen): "Wait, YOU'RE older than me?!"

Laharl (through the screen): "Hahahahaha! You old hag!"

Charlie: "You kidding? If Flonne's considered old, than I'm ancient."

Husk: "You're only 700 years older than her as of this game."

Charlie: "My point exa- wait what do you mean as of this game?"

Husk: "..." Looks behind him.

Alastor: smiles and waves

Husk: peace out fade out.

-later-

Laharl (through the screen): "That's why humans act so foolishly. They judge solely on looks."

Jennifer (through the screen): "Ooh, you talk big. Then you wouldn't mind my body, right?"

Charlie: "I-I don't mind it at all. What about you, Vaggie?" Munches on popcorn while staring intently

Vaggie: "Nope. I could stare all day if I want to." Munches on popcorn while staring intently.

Charlie: "That's a great idea. Let's just do that for the day. We got nothing planned."

Vaggie: "I'm down."

Suddenly a water bomb explodes, soaking Charlie and Vaggie

Charlie: "Aaah! Alastor!"

Alastor: "What? It was a code blue and Nifty's on break."

-later-

Charlie: "It's Yogi Vyers! The Dark Adonis! Be careful Gordon, getting that picnic basket back won't be easy. He's far smarter than your average mid-boss."

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): "Jennifer is a child prodigy who created Thursday at the age of 5 and earned a Ph. D. by the age of 10. Without her help, we never would have understood the secrets of the pyramids or solve the case of Jack the Ripper!"

Etna (through the screen): "So why are you bragging?"

Charlie: "There's nothing wrong with celebrating your companions' achievements. In fact, you should make them feel proud of all the positive things they've done. It's a great way to boost their self confidence! Like just the other day when Vaggie solved a 2,000 piece puzzle in less than an hour."

Vaggie: "I don't think that's as impressive as getting multiple college degrees by the age of 10."

Charlie: "Maybe, but that doesn't mean that wasn't noteworthy on its own. Don't let the talents of other people distract you from all the great things you pulled off. At the end of the day, the only person you really need to impress is yourself."

Vaggie: "Charlie..."

-later-

Vyers (through the screen): "My my, what a gluttonous bunch you are, following moi all this way."

Laharl & Lucifer: "Look who's talking!"

Vyers (through the screen): "You are going to get hurt if you think I am your average picnic basket thief!"

Charlie: "I made that joke earlier..."

Vyers (through the screen): "Behold the elegant techniques of the Dark Adonis!" shines bright

Husk: "Shit! My eyes!"

Angel Dust: "How the hell is he so bright?!"

Alastor: "I thought this was only a Morningstar trait!"

Charlie: "Dad never told me about this!"

Lucifer: walks in the room. "What are you talking abo- Ahh! Who's reflecting Dad's light off of a bald person's head in this room?!"

-later-

Vyers (through the screen): "Haaahahaha! Unfortunately for you, I have already consumed the contents!"

Charlie: "Did he eat ALL the food while they were fighting?!"

Vaggie: "And he called them gluttonous?"

Charlie: "I want to cry! They spent all morning making that lunch for their little trip too!"

Gordon (through the screen): (Now if I can just return to Earth and act like nothing ever happened...)

Vaggie & Etna: "And how do you plan on getting out of here?"

Gordon (through the screen): "Hmm?! NOOOOO! Now that you mention it, our spaceship is in pieces! We have no way of going home!"

Vaggie: "Not at all what I was getting at, but sure."

Laharl (through the screen): "Too bad, Gordon! Your fate is to be my vassal!"

Charlie: "Those tears are getting a lot closer now..."

Flonne (through the screen): "Why don't you change from Defender of Earth to Defender of the Netherworld?"

Jennifer (through the screen): "Come on, Gordon. Our duty is to safeguard peace whether if it's the Earth or any other planet."

Gordon (through the screen): "Hmm... but that title doesn't sound right."

Laharl (through the screen): "Fine, I'll give you a title! I, King Laharl, hereby dub thee, "Slayer of the Netherworld"!"

Luficer: "Ooh, I like that title. I think I'll name my right hand demon that."

Alastor: "You have a right hand demon?"

Lucifer: "No, but I'm thinking about getting one, now."

Angel Dust: "In that case, maybe Alastor could-"

Alastor & Lucifer: "Not a chance!"

Angel Dust: "It was just a thought."

Charlie: "Wait, Laharl just promoted Gordon from a vassal. Does that mean their contract is no longer binding?"

Alastor, Angel Dust, & Husk: "..."

Husk: "No... no, it can't be that damn easy... could it?"

Alastor: "Don't look at me."

Episode 11:

Charlie: "Wait, why is securing the Netherworld important for saving Earth?"

Everyone except Nifty: "Stealing the resources."

Charlie: "I'm guessing it has something to do with all the pollution."

Alastor: "From what I gather lately, it's getting quite difficult to tell the difference between breathing on Earth compared to down here in Hell."

Husk: "If that's not a clear sign that everything's fucked up, I don't know what is."

Charlie: "Yeah, but just like with the angel's invasions from heaven, this isn't going to solve anything in the long run."

Vaggie: "Hey Charlie, funny you should mention that."

Charlie: "Why?"

Vulcanus (through the screen): "That's good to know. I'm counting on you." leaves

Charlie: "VULCANUS!!! I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!!!"

-later-

Jennifer (through the screen): "Gordon, do you think the EDF would come to rescue us?"

Gordon (through the screen): "Of course I do! I have faith in them!"

Jennifer (through the screen): "..."

Vaggie: "That pause... don't tell me she knows about their secret plans."

Charlie: "Was it like this for you when you hid your status as an angel from me?"

Vaggie: "Pretty much. I was always afraid of how you'd react if you ever found out the truth. I wanted to tell you at some point, but the closer we got together, the more that fear began to grow deep inside. It wasn't until it was too late that I realize that keeping that secret at all was worse than telling you outright."

Charlie: "I'll admit, I was pretty hurt when I first found out, mainly because of how I found out. It just seemed like despite everything we've been through together, you didn't trust me enough with something so big. I was worried that at some point you stopped liking me or that you never liked me to begin with, but looking back again, I realized that it couldn't be further from the truth. You were just afraid of hurting me, and of course I can forgive you for that. After all, isn't seeking redemption the point of this hotel?"

Vaggie: "Charlie... you really are too nice for your own good."

Charlie: "Maybe, but I know you love me for it."

Vaggie: "True."

Alastor: "I hate to interrupt your little moment together, but in case you didn't notice, our little overlord friend has received a challenge from the Defender of Earth."

Charlie & Vaggie: "Wait, what challenge?"

-later...-

Charlie: "Thursday, no!"

Alastor: "Well, so much for invincibility. One good whack and it's already short circuiting."

Charlie: "Now's NOT the time, Alastor!"

Vaggie: "Just who is that guy, anyway?"

Don Joaquin (through the screen): "Me? I'm Don Joaquin, the Original Defender of Earth."

Gordon, Charlie, Alastor, & Lucifer: "The Original Defender of Earth?"

Jennifer (through the screen): "It may be true. My father used to tell me about him. Hundreds of years ago, the first defender left to the Netherworld to vanquish the Overlord and never returned."

Laharl (through the screen): "That's probably his soul. He probably couldn't rest in peace until he defeated the overlord, so his soul remained behind."

Lucifer: "Really makes you wonder what Krichevskoy has been doing all this time to not notice a human coming here trying to fight him."

Alastor: "Honestly. Had he chosen to fight me, I would have given him the fight of his life in a jiffy. Or rather the fight of his afterlife in this case."

Husk: "You hardly ever pay attention to the Vs half the time."

Alastor: "The who?"

Lucifer: "Kinda proving his point there, eh bus boy? Now if he REALLY wanted a heroic battle, you can't get any better than the ruler of Hell itself, can you?"

Alastor: "Ah yes, I'm certain the constant threat of dodging exploding rubber ducks is sure to send shivers down any noteworthy hero's spine."

Lucifer: "Those exploding rubber ducks are for parties only!"

Charlie: "I think what's important here is that Laharl now has the opportunity to catch this blip that somehow went under his dad's radar for who knows how long."

Vaggie: "Now that I think about it, you sure neither of you don't already have warriors of some kind trying to challenge you for a fight?"

Lucifer & Alastor: "..."

Lucifer: "I... might need to check my mailbox."

Alastor: "I should ask Rosie if she has devoured any heroes lately."

-later-

Flonne (through the screen): "Next time we run into him, let's lose on purpose. That way, he'll finally be satisfied and his spirit will ascend to heaven!"

Laharl (through the screen): "Don't be ridiculous! I have a duty to fulfill too! I can't lose on purpose!"

Charlie: "I know this is going to sound crazy but... for once I'm siding with Laharl."

Angel Dust: "Oh shit, I thought I felt the temperature drop a little."

Nifty: "Is eternal winter finally upon us?!"

Vaggie: "No, Angel Dust is just joking around."

Nifty: "Aww, I wanted to stab some snow angels."

Charlie: "Hear me out. As much as I like the idea of doing a huge dramatic acting routine for him, this is a seasoned veteran hero we're talking about here. I don't think anything shorter than the authentic fighting experience will cut it for him. If there's an off chance he discovers that he's not being taken seriously as a hero fighting for his duty, his soul may never find peace."

Vaggie: "As a bit of a veteran myself, I agree. When you've been through enough fights, it becomes easier to tell if someone's toying with you compared to someone putting in their all to take you down. Win or lose, the point is he needs to understand that he has done everything he can to fulfill his role."

Husk: "You mean we're actually gonna root for this kid overlord to thrash him?"

Charlie: "If it means helping that hero's soul ascend, then absolutely."

Angel Dust: "A little messed up, but hey. At least he ain't shafted down there because of a contract."

-later-

Jennifer (through the screen): "You heard what I said, didn't you? Your memory could be wiped."

Thursday (through the screen): "BE...EP... THURSDAY FIGHT ANYWAY. EVEN THOUGH THURSDAY ROBOT, GORDON AND JENNIFER CALL THURSDAY FRIEND. THURSDAY HAPPY. THURSDAY WANT TO SHOW GRATITUDE. LOSE MEMORY, VERY SAD... BUT BEING USELESS EVEN MORE SAD... THAT IS WHY THURSDAY FIGHT ALONGSIDE YOU UNTIL VERY END..."

Charlie: "Dad... do robots have souls?"

Lucifer: "That's something we're gonna have to ask your grandfather."

Charlie: "But I've never met Grandpa."

Lucifer: "I know..."

-later-

Don Joaquin (through the screen): "Now, we shall settle this at last!"

Laharl (through the screen): "That we will! King Laharl runs from no one! Come on!"

Flonne (through the screen): "Laharl, wait! You're not actually going to fight him, are you?"

Charlie: "Flonne, I completely understand where you're coming from, I really do, but you have to trust Laharl this time. This may be the only way he'll find peace."

-later-

Flonne (through the screen): "You've let me down, Laharl! You're the worst-"

Don Joaquin (through the screen): "It's okay little girl, I'm satisfied now. It may be hard for you to understand, but we heroes live and die a certain way. I was once known as the Defender of Earth, but I grew old and died, and have since existed as a mere soul... How pathetic I felt. But at long last, I was able to fight again as Defender of Earth! I wasn't able to win, but I have no regrets. It's thanks to this kid overlord, because he fought me with all his might."

Husk: "Well would you look at that? You were right on the money, Charlie."

Charlie: "Thanks, but what's important is that his spirit can finally move on. I'm sure his loved ones have been waiting a long time to see him."

Thursday: short circuts

Charlie: "Oh no, I forgot about Thursday! Stay with us buddy!"

Thursday (through the screen): "DID... THURSDAY... SERVE... HIS... PURPOSE?"

Gordon & Charlie: "Yes! Of course you did, Thursday! We/You three are the Defenders of Earth, so don't give up Thursday!"

Thursday (through the screen): "THANK GOODNESS. THANK YOU... FOR... ALL... THE... MEM...OR...EIS...PSHHHHHHHHHH..."

Charlie: "Thursday, no! THURSDAY!!!"

Husk: "Well, he ain't dead. He just lost his me-"

Angel Dust: "Don't ruin the moment, pussycat."

Vaggie: pats Charlie crying in her arms. "That's it, let it all out."

Charlie: "He was a true friend to the end, Vaggie..."

Vaggie: "He sure was, Charlie. Oh hey look, Don Joaquin used the last of his strength to restore Thursday's memories before going to heaven."

Charlie: "REALLY?!"

Husk: "What was that about ruining the moment?"

Angel Dust: "How the hell was I supposed to see that coming?!"

Husk: "Funny, I thought you of all people would be used to seeing a lot of things coming by now."

Angel Dust: "Sad part is, I don't know whether to feel insulted or proud of that."

Episode 12:

Charlie: "So an Earthquake in the Netherworld acts like a warning sign to an upcoming disaster?"

Lucifer: "I heard that's how hail works in some places in the human world."

Vaggie: "Aren't earthquakes themselves natural disasters? How is one disaster used as a warning for another?"

Alastor: "Clearly you've never experienced a tsunami before."

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): "All the kids love me! I have my own comic series and saturday morning cartoon!"

Charlie: "I knew it!"

Jennifer (through the screen): "Gordon, we've been used. Their true purpose was to secure a route to the Netherworld..."

Vaggie: "So she really did know the whole time."

Alastor: "Seems the hero is choosing not to believe her through, despite the evidence right in front of his eyes."

Charlie: "Maybe he just has a lot of faith in the people of earth as their acting he-"

Gordon (through the screen): "I'm shocked and disappointed in you, Jennifer. I hereby dismiss you from your duties as my assistant."

Charlie: "Okay, that's too far!"

-later-

Carter (through the screen): "With your help, we were able to make it to the Netherworld unchallenged. I thank you, Defenders of Earth! Hahahaha!"

Gordon (through the screen): "Oh my god! We were being used?!"

Everyone in the hotel: "No shit!"

Jennifer (through the screen): "..."

Gordon (through the screen): "J, Jennifer...?"

Etna (through the screen): "She's probably upset you believed them instead of her."

Vaggie & Angel Dust: "Again, no shit."

Flonne & Charlie: "Poor Miss Jennifer..."

-later-

Flonne & Charlie: "Cool! The rival has made his appearance!"

Etna & Vaggie: "Yeah, yeah. Calm down."

Kurtis (through the screen): "My goal was to defeat you, Gordon, but it seems I overestimated you. Look at the facts, not only did you fail your mission, but you also became the overlord's vassal. I'm embarrassed to call you my rival."

Husk: "They're acting like taking down an overlord is some small feat."

Alastor: "They're seasoned heroes, Husk. In their eyes, it might be at this point."

Lucifer: "Did you just admit that Gordon could fuck you?"

Alastor: "One, the correct term is "fuck you up". If you wish to insult me, do it properly, and 2, let's not get crazy."

-later-

Charlie: "Vulcanus! Seems like he sent the humans here to take each other out as well as Laharl and Flonne, but why?"

Vulcanus (through the screen): "All that remains is that spineless Seraph! Once I get rid of him, I'll be the one and only! Angels! Demons! Humans! I'll be the God of them all!"

Charlie: "He..."

Vaggie: "He..."

Charlie & Vaggie: "He's plotting a coup against Celestia!"

Alastor: sips some tea. "This tea would be a lot more pipping if it wasn't just a game."

Angel Dust: "Even if it wasn't how would that affect us?"

Lucifer: "Considering he's planning to take my Dad's throne and his extreme bias towards demons, my guess would be a lot and VERY negatively."

Vaggie: "Just imagine how bad those demon hunts would be if someone like that had any authority over it. He probably won't stop at a few of us once a year. He'd issue a mass genocide!"

Angel Dust: "...Good point. We'd be fucked more than me on a casual Monday at work."

Charlie: "I hope they catch on and find a way to stop him."

-later-

Jennifer (through the screen): "It's all my fault... I could've stopped them, but I didn't. I knew what was happening, but I kept denying it. If only I was stronger..."

Vaggie: "It's not too late, Jennifer. You can still fix it and help stop the war. If you give up now, you'll never forgive yourself for it later."

Charlie: "Vaggie..."

-later-

Gordon & Jennifer (through the screen): "The space battleship, Gargantua!"

Charlie: "Oh... my..."

Husk: "That's a huge bitch!"

Angel Dust: "Sir Pentus would be crying tears of joy if he saw this."

Kurtis (through the screen): "Your father awaits you Jennifer. Come with me."

Gordon (through the screen): "Father? I thought her parents passed away when she was a child."

Kurtis (through the screen): "You didn't know? Jennifer is Carter's foster child."

Charlie, Angel Dust, Vaggie, Lucifer, & Gordon: "WHAT?!!!"

Alastor: "Ooh, and the tea keeps coming and coming. I might have to invite Rosie at this point."

Nifty: "We don't have any cannibal snacks."

Alastor: "I'm certain she'd bring her own, young one."

Jennifer (through the screen): "It's true. I was adopted by Carter and raised as his child. He was a kind man. I always believed that he loved me... but that couldn't be further from the truth. He raised me only so he could use me..."

Angel Dust: "That bastard indoctrinated her! It's like he snubbed her soul right from under her without realizing it before it was too late."

Husk: "I heard of cult leaders and pimps pulling this shit all the time, but a military general? And to his own kid? That's a point so fucking low I'd NEVER thought I'd hear anyone steep."

Lucifer: "...Charlie?"

Charlie: "Yeah?"

Lucifer: "...I love you."

Charlie: "...I love you too, dad."

Episode 13:

Charlie: "That voice... Is that... Vyers?"

Vaggie: "Now that you mention it, it does sound like him. But how did he get in Celestia? Did Lamington sneak him in?"

Charlie: "He did sneak up on Lamington a few chapters ago without him noticing so I don't think that's it. Maybe he's a fallen angel like us."

Lucifer: "If that's the case, he shouldn't be able to go in and out so casually unless he has some special permission from my old man."

Vaggie: "Is Lamington the only Seraph in Celestia? If he is, he might have gotten permission from him from behind the scenes."

Charlie: "It still begs the question, what exactly are they planning together? And why did they need Flonne to meet Laharl specifically for it?"

Alastor: "No sense in pondering over it too much. I'm certain all will be revealed as we keep watching."

Charlie: "I guess so..."

-later-

Etna (through the screen): "I'm surprised you can find the coordinates to the ship."

Gordon (through the screen): "Well it seems that Jennifer already programmed them in..."

Flonne (through the screen): "Did she expect this to happen?"

Gordon (through the screen): "I guess so, but she must have wanted to give her father the benefit of the doubt. That's probably why she didn't tell me."

Angel Dust & Vaggie: "It's EXACTLY why she didn't tell you."

Angel Dust: "Carter had her around his finger for years. Who knows what she was doing just to feel like she got her daddy's approval."

Vaggie: "And she was probably too afraid to see how Gordon would react if they knew the truth about their relationship, knowing how proud he is of his job. It wouldn't surprise me if her adventures with him and Thursday was her version of escaping reality."

Charlie: "Well now's the time to win her back and set everything straight! There's no way they're gonna let Carter have his way with everything, right?"

Vaggie: "You're acting like we're part of the action, Charlie."

Alastor: "I certainly wish I was at this point. Destroying a large space armada sounds like a wonderful time right now to get the bones loose."

-later-

Carter (through the screen): "This is a nightmare! Our entire 2 million ship armada is being wiped out by a single demon?! Impossible!"

Alastor: "I know right? Save some for the rest of us."

Charlie: "It's crazy how little effort he's putting into it though. Just how strong is he?"

Husk: "If the fact that he survived being poisoned for over 2 years and taking a dip into lava without so much as a burn isn't enough to convince you he's broken, I don't know what to tell ya."

Lucifer: "Wait, when did he break a body part?"

Charlie: "Not that broken, Dad."

Etna (through the screen): "You really pay attention to the details, making sure they all escape before blowing up their ships."

Angel Dust: "He pulled that off without killing anybody?!"

Charlie: "The little overlord really is growing!"

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): "That's the Astro Canon! The EDF's ultimate weapon! Demon or angel, you won't escape a shot unscathed!"

Alastor & Lucifer: "Is that a challenge?"

Vaggie: "How did I know you two would say that?"

-later-

Jennifer (through the screen): "Stop it Kurtis! You call yourself, human?!"

Kurtis (through the screen): "Do I? I lost 70% of my body and something more important in an incident... Maybe I lost my sense of humanity at that time too..."

Vaggie: "70% of his body?! How is he alive?!"

Angel Dust: "Technology in the Human World must be crazy."

Husk: "And yet they can't think of anything to stop pollution."

Alastor: "So says the cigar smoking feline."

Husk: "Trust me, these joints are minor compared to your average plant."

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): "That's right. Kurtis is a brilliant scientist, rivaling even Jennifer!"

Vaggie: "I bet he's an average fighter though."

Charlie: "Pfft!"

Angel Dust: "You too?"

Vaggie: "It felt like a requirement."

Lucifer: "I don't get it."

Alastor: "Surprising no one."

Lucifer: "I bet you didn't get it either."

Alastor: "And how confident are you in that wager?"

Charlie: "Dad, NO!!!"

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): "Could that scream be? Nooooo! He's attempting to modify Jennifer!"

Laharl & Alastor: "He's attempting..."

Etna & Vaggie: "To modify..."

Flonne & Charlie: "Miss Jennifer?"

Laharl, Etna, Flonne, Alastor, Vaggie, & Charlie:

Husk: "Ain't no damn way all of you are thinking of the exact same thing right now."

Angel Dust: "I honestly expected this from Nifty more than anyone else."

-later-

Gordon, Angel Dust, & Vaggie: "Carter!"

Carter (through the screen): "Hahahahaha! You're being a sore loser, Gordon!"

Alastor: "Remind me again who lost an entire armada to a single overlord?"

Carter (through the screen): "As you know, the Earth is facing a serious crisis. The boom in population, the rise in crime, the shortage of natural resources... the human race can't survive much longer."

Everyone except Charlie: "Called it."

Laharl (through the screen): "There wouldn't be a crisis in the first place if you humans weren't so stupid. As the Overlord of the Netherworld, let me say one thing..."

Laharl & Husk: "Clean up your own damn, mess!"

Gordon (through the screen): "I have something to add to that. Carter, I am beyond angry! Give back my Jennifer, Chrome Dome!"

Charlie & Vaggie: "YOUR Jennifer?"

Angel Dust: "Glad to know that thirst didn't go away yet."

Lucifer: "Should I get Nifty to bring some water?"

Alastor: "She's going to need more than she can carry to quench these two."

-later-

Kurtis (through the screen): "It's been 5 years since I lost my wife and daughter, and with them, my soul. Back then, I was a top scientist, burning with a passion to save the earth. If it weren't for that fateful incident... As a result from the lab's explosion, I lost my family and 70% of my body. A group of anti-space development terrorists were to blame. You caught the culprits, but that good would that be to me?! I swore to my wife and child, since the Defender of Earth couldn't do his job, I would take his place! What good is the Defender of Earth if he can't save innocent people?! A true defender would do anything in his power to save as many people as possible! I can't accept anything less!"

Charlie: "But it wasn't Gordon's fault! He's only one person! He can't be everywhere at once! Even my dad struggles with that."

Lucifer: "It's really hard pulling that off without being called creepy and not in a good way."

Charlie: "Gordon has a good heart and I'm sure he came as fast as he could the moment he heard trouble. I'm sure he feels guilty for not saving everyone from that incident, but no one's perfect. I mean look at me, I gave people hope that I could convince the angels to stop their attacks only to provoke them into destroying our hotel and killing one of our residents. But it's not going to stop me from trying to find a way to improve. And I know I can as long as I got good people helping me."

Husk: "Not sure we could be called "good people", but we got your back, princess."

Angel Dust: "We've been through too much for it not being the case."

Alastor: "You're not simply referring to Vaggie's trust exercise, are you?"

Angel Dust: "No, but it did help."

Vaggie: "Wait, how did you know about that? You weren't there for it."

Alastor: "Sir Pentous told me about it."

-later-

Kurtis (through the screen): "The overlord's vassal... that doesn't sound too bad..."

Lucifer: "Wait, didn't he make fun of Gordon for being Laharl's vassal earlier?"

Husk: "The defender's spirit must be one hell of a drug."

-later-

Jennifer (through the screen): "..."

Gordon (through the screen): "Jennifer!"

Flonne & Alastor: "Hey! You call THIS a modification?!"

Alastor: "Talk about lack of creativity."

Husk: "Is that really important right now?"

Alastor: "Was that a serious, fucking question, Husk?"

Carter (through the screen): "So you found out about it, eh? That's right. I installed a neural override device and Jennifer is now my puppet."

Lucifer: "The hell kind of a father are you?! I'm the ruler of hell and I'm beyond disgusted!"

-later-

Carter (through the screen): "Jennifer is a master of the ancient martial art, Kung Fu!"

Gordon (through the screen): "What?! I never knew that!"

Carter (through the screen): "You never asked."

Everyone in the hotel: immediate facepalm.

-later-

Vaggie: "How did Kurtis heal so quickly?! Did he have a med kit on him?"

Husk: "Wouldn't surprise me if he did."

Charlie: "What's important is that he's here to help save the day!"

Kurtis (through the screen): "I used to look up to you Gordon. You were the reason I became a scientist in the first place. Funny, isn't it? How did things turned out like this? If only I realized it sooner... no, what's important is that I realized it in the end. I bet they're smiling down on me from heaven."

Charlie: "I know they are Kurtis! I bet they're cheering you on right now as their hero!"

-later-

Carter (through the screen): "Curse you all! I'll just blow you all up and Jennifer too!"

Lucifer: "Okay, are we 100% sure that this General Carter human doesn't exist?"

Alastor: "Well, the odds are never 0. Why do you ask?"

Angel Dust: "We just want to talk to him."

Charlie: "Any reason you're passing a gun over to my dad right now?"

Lucifer: "We just want to talk to him."

Charlie: "But-"

Angel Dust & Lucifer: "We just want to talk to him!"

-later-

Kurtis (through the screen): "Jennifer! I can't let you die here!" self destructs!

Charlie & Gordon: "KURTIIIIIIIS!!!"

Kurtis (through the screen): "Do you think I could ever be a true Defender of Earth?"

Charlie & Gordon: "Of course! You ARE a true Defender of Earth!"

Kurtis (through the screen): "Thank you, Gordon... I won't forget the... defender's spirit you showed me..."

Laharl (through the screen): "Heed my words, Death. I command you in the name of King Laharl. Lead the soul of Kurtis, Defender of Earth, to his family's side..."

Charlie & Flonne: "Laharl..."

Alastor: "I'll admit, a well deserved end for a hero such as him. He has earned my respect."

Husk: "Yeah. Went out with a bang to make up for what he did. I can drink to that."

Vaggie: "I think we can all drink to that honestly."

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): "Jennifer, you are no longer my assistant! Fight alongside me as an equal! As a Defender of Earth!"

Jennifer (through the screen): "I understand. Let's forget about the past and focus on the present!"

Angel Dust & Vaggie: "Yes! Yes!"

Carter (through the screen): "W, Wait, Jennifer! I'm your father! Have you forgotten everything I've done for you?!"

Angel Dust: "Don't fall for it, Jennifer! I swear!"

Carter (through the screen): "No, I haven't. If you haven't taken me in back then, I would not be here today. I loved you and believed in you... But we were never a true family to begin with! You raised me only so you could manipulate me! I'll never call you "father" again! Prepare yourself, Carter!"

Angel Dust, Charlie, Vaggie, & Lucifer: "ATTA GIRL!!!"

Husk: "She beat her indoctrination. Gonna be drinking good tonight!"

Alastor: "Don't celebrate too soon. Did you forget who was pulling the strings of this operation?"

-Angels appear to help Carter-

Husk & Charlie: "Ah fuck..."

Flonne (through the screen): "The Celestial host?! Why?! Why are angels helping him?!"

Vaggie: "Not really a surprise, honestly."

-later-

Vyers (through the screen): "Now answer, who is behind this?"

Carter (through the screen): "I-I can't..."

Vyers (through the screen): "If you do not say, I will kill you."

Carter (through the screen): "I-It was a man with white wings! I'm innocent! I'm just trying to save the Earth!"

Vyers & Alastor: "Foolish human, you cannot save the Earth. How can you expect to save all of mankind if you cannot save your own daughter? You have sacrificed the lives of others to satisfy your own ego. Until you realize that, you will be plagued by nightmares. We will be watching you..."

Carter: "..."

Alastor: Looks dead at Lucifer. "And that, ladies, gentlemen, and that technical rainbow in between, is how it's done."

Lucifer: glares at Alastor. "..."

-later-

Flonne (through the screen): "..."

Laharl (through the screen): "Flonne...?"

Flonne (through the screen): "I'm going back to Celestia."

Laharl, Charlie, Vaggie, & Lucifer: "WHAT?!!"

((OP note: Did not realize until last night how long this got. Final Episode and beginning of DD2 will be in next post))

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voldiscute · 10 months

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Did you know that blood-drinking is gay?

(Steve/vampire!Eddie, 1k (Steve finally got his spicy neck kiss)

Read on ao3:

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Nancy, Robin, Dustin, and Eddie were sitting by Steve's kitchen counter. It wouldn't be surprising, if it weren't for the fact that Eddie died a few hours ago.

"Okay, one more time," Steve finally mumbled, as he approached Eddie. The sight of him gave Steve a slight shiver, no matter how overjoyed he was that Eddie was still with them.

Eddie opened his mouth to repeat the story of his resurrection (again), which he will surely use in the next campaign…

When his heart stopped beating, and the blood stopped circulating, the bat venom freely spilled over his body. Toxin didn't have to fight the antibodies in the already dead organism, so it quickly healed the boy in the only way it was programmed to do. Make him similar to bats.

After opening his eyes, he felt no burning pain, and his throat did not hurt from the agonistic scream that escaped from his vocal cords after a bunch of creatures pinned him to the ground, and tore his body like a piece of ordinary meat. He made his way to the trailer and walked easily through the gate. As his feet touched the ground on the other side, he was encircled by a sudden urge to quench his thirst which was starting to dance on his tongue and a strong scent that forced him to track its source. Following this new feeling, he reached Loch Nora.

Before Eddie knew where he was, he knocked on the window of one of the houses that looked more expensive than anything he had ever owned. The owner of the house quickly appeared on the other side, who turned out to be none other than Steve Harrington.

When Steve saw Eddie, he screamed and ran out of the room. Eddie's keen hearing heard the footsteps of three. A moment later Nancy, Robin, and Dustin appeared by the window. Dustin, without hesitation, moved towards the glass barrier, and turned the handle to let him in, ignoring the protests of the others. He pulled Eddie inside and closed him in a strong embrace, not caring that the blood will stain his clean clothes.

"I died and now I'm alive. Taa-daa, " Eddie concluded.

"Great," Steve ran a hand through his hair. "Anything else?"

"Yes." Eddie smiled at Steve, showing him fangs that stood out among a row of his perfect teeth. "I need blood."

Robin and Nancy gasped loudly.

One of them will end up as Capri-sun for vampires. Well, unless Eddie is the kind of bloodsucker, who doesn't need to feed off a living thing. Are there types of vampires? Just thinking about it made Steve's head hurt.

“Whose?” Asked Dustin, tapping a finger on his chin. This suggested that the boy was thinking intensely about something, and it definitely would not end well for Steve. Usually, Steve had to cancel his date to get Dustin to the comic book store on the other side of Hawkins or accompany him on his next trip to the cinema, for a movie he certainly wasn't interested in.

"Don't look at me." Robin lifted her hand and moved away from Eddie. Not because he terrified her, but because the smell of a corpse wasn't one of her favorites. "Drinking from a neck always has homoerotic energy. So I'm not suitable."

“What do you mean homoerotic?” Steve frowned and shook his head, as if he could throw the confusion out of his brain. "Eddie is straight."

"Am I?" Eddie put a hand on his (no longer beating) heart. "Jesus. Steve, this is the worst thing anybody said to me, and I was bullied. Severely."

Steve felt his cheeks begin to turn pink. The shade was reminiscent of roses that grew in his garden. The hot wave that spilled from the collar to the tips of his ears was the fault of this goddamn broken air conditioning, not the fact that Eddie liked boys.

That would mean that Eddie's attempt to flirt (Harrington got her, don't ya big boy) was intentional, and not just a silly joke. Of course, just because Eddie isn't straight doesn't mean he likes Steve, but it's nice to think that one of your crushes also likes you. Haha, what?

Steve came to terms with his sexuality only a few months ago, under the watchful eye of Robin, and her reliable advice (yes, you can like both, dingus) and words of support (you're not broken, Steve. there's nothing wrong with you, dingus).

She called herself his gay godmother, although she also threatened him that if he find a boyfriend sooner than she get a chance to kiss a girl, she will break his Cyndi Lauper vinyl record (Cyndi just wants to have fun, Robin. Leave the girl alone).

"Let me put it this way, I'm straight like a spine of a person with scoliosis," Eddie added.

He heard Dustin cackle in response. Eddie looked very pleased with himself.

“What a visual,” Nancy concluded, shaking her head like a mother fed up with her kids' shenanigans. "Well… I can't do it either. Only my girlfriend can touch my neck."

Nancy hugged Robin tenderly and giggled.

Who would have thought that the world had to (almost) come to an end for Buckley to find a girlfriend? Vecna was a dick, but at least his actions have pushed girls toward each other. What an ally--

"Don't worry, Wheeler. You're not my type anyway.” Eddie cocked his head to the side, letting the strands of hair cover half of his face." It has to be Steve."

"Why me?" Steve felt all of the colors drip off his face. If it weren't for his red lips, he could blend in with the background of white tiles in the kitchen.

"Because you smell the strongest of them," Eddie announced as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I'm sorry, did you just say I stink?" Steve frowned. "Fuck you too, Munson."

"That's not what I meant, " Eddie chuckled and rubbed his face. Steve did not miss the glimpse of Munson's fingertips which have long fingernails. Claws, actually, were turning black at the tips. However terrible they might look, Steve started thinking about how Eddie's nails would feel against his skin.

WHOAH--

Okay, hold on...

Jesus Christ.

"You smell ... um--" a cunning smile fell from Eddie's face.

Eddie didn't know what he should say to his friends without scaring them. Especially Steve, whose brown eyes with a little bit of gold in it, as if the sun had left its mark on him, were drilling a hole in him.

You smell like fresh cookies taken out of the oven.

Like the tender kiss from the love of your life in the morning, when the sun creeps lazily through the curtains into the room.

Like long-awaited rain that blesses withered plants.

``..Good,'' The older boy cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Eddie probably meant to say, your blood has the strongest scent. Which makes sense, considering your type is very rare and is needed the most,” said Dustin. He walked around the kitchen with his arms folded behind his back like a teacher, ready to help his students solve the difficult mystery of the universe around them.

"What he said." Eddie pointed his finger at Dustin and nodded.

Steve looked at Dustin then at Eddie, and at Dustin again. He was waiting for one of them to burst out laughing, and say that they were joking. But neither of them did. All four looked at him expectantly.

Steve swallowed loudly.

It's been a while since anyone touched him. He missed this feeling. Consciously or not, over the years he took the role of the babysitter, but sometimes he had dreamed that someone would also take care of him. He was touch starved as hell. Sue him.

“Okay, but do it quickly” Steve shifted nervously.

The thought of Eddie's lips on his neck made his legs turn to jelly. It was quite a terrifying vision, but something was intriguing about it, that convinced Steve to indulge in this fantasy.

"Oh hell yeah, Steve's bar is open." Eddie jumped happily.

In a second, he appeared behind Harrington. He had already pushed Steve's hair to one side, giving himself better access to his neck. The gentle touch of Eddie's fingers against Steve's sensitive skin gave him goosebumps.

Steve didn't believe in God anymore, but he had just begun to pray that he won't start to moan. Because that surely will traumatize Dustin. Not to mention the fact that Robin would make fun of him, well, probably for the rest of his life.

"Wait!" Robin screamed, holding her hands up. All attention was focused on her. "Before you start sucking the blood of my friend, my brother from another mother, soulmate-"

" Buckley, focus" Eddie clapped impatiently, and then placed his hands on Steve's waist.

"Oh yeah right. Perhaps, let's try a place where it's easier to stop the bleeding. You know, in case something goes wrong. Can you bite his wrist instead of his neck? '' Robin looked around the room.

" Buckley, Buckley, Buckley. It has to be neck," Munson said, trying to sound gentle, but the claws slightly digging into Steve's hips suggested to him that Eddie was only focused on one thing, and was not going to back away from it.

"Yeah, Robin. What do you know about vamp- umm" Steve managed to say before Eddie licked his neck.

Oh my god-

Eddie pierced Steve’s delicate skin. Steve's knees immediately buckled beneath him, but Munson's hands held him in place. Chest Steve felt behind him, prevented him from falling on the ground.

A surge of euphoria and blissful peace filled his body.

This is his new favorite feeling.

"Eddie-- stop," Steve whispered, listening to the remnants of reason.

Eddie immediately moved away from Steve. He let out a quiet groan, because of the sudden loss of Eddie's surprisingly warm lips.

Eddie was still holding him by the waist so when Steve's world suddenly began to darken before his eyes, he got immediately caught.

"Thank you, sweetheart. " Eddie grabbed him like a bride, and then he sat down on one of the chairs, still holding Steve in his arms. Eddis brushed Steve's hair back from his face and placed a kiss on his forehead.

Steve, still a bit dazed by the nirvana he experienced, smiled slightly. Without opening his eyes, he cuddled up against Eddie's torso.

"Robin was right, drinking blood is very homoerotic," said Dustin grinning to himself.

#steddie #steveddie #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #steddie brainrot #steddie headcanons #steddie fic

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lunarheslwt · 1 year

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Hi! Welcome to fic recs for the month! I wanted to put together all the fics I've read and loved over both Feb and March for this month's 28th appreciation (as I didn't post for Feb bc I only read like 2 fics), so here they are! Click on the links for full tags and summaries. If you read any of these make sure to show the authors some love by leaving kudos and comments!

💫Fringe & flogging by @larry-hiatus

(4k | E | nipple play pwp)

Harry was good this time. He didn’t wear his lace knickers; he didn’t tear his trousers on stage. But his revealing outfit and less than family friendly performance still had the night ending in ripped clothing, this time at the hands of his jealous dom.

Thoughts: all Emily smut is really good, really hot smut. It's a guaranteed good time, especially if you like your Louis to be a little mean. Why aren't you reading yet?

💫Just a trim by @cherrystreet

(1.7k | E | crack and smut)

Or, the one where Harry gets a haircut, and Louis, along with the rest of the world, loses his mind.

Thoughts: so fucking funny, their dynamic is so fun in this and it's also rather sweet bless pls go read it for good vibes

💫Cause I just wanna feel alive by @goldenkinglouis

(3k | T | magical creatures and fluff)

“Oh, cheers, mate, but I don’t do dates.” Harry’s brow furrowed. “Are you–” he waved vaguely. Louis shook his head. “No, it’s just… been too long for me.” “And how might I convince you otherwise?” Harry asked, his eyes glistening under the lights. OR: Louis is a lost, lonely vampire. Harry is the witch who brings him home.

Thoughts: such a little beaut, beautifully descriptive, the world building feels a little ethereal and the softest characters. Thank you Lou!

💫Unplant by @hellolovers13

(4k | M | fluff)

Please do not disturb my plant. She needs 2 hours of sunlight a day and I live in a sunless flat. I’ll be back to collect her soon Thank you and stay well. or Louis should've looked where he was going, then he wouldn't have to desperately try to save a little flower now.

Thoughts: comfort fic, absolute gem, so very cute and I would die for Harry and her plants

💫To be a better man by @thedevilinmybrain

(9k | E | pwp)

“I can tell how much of a good boy you think he is.” Leon’s snarl doesn’t change, the corner of his mouth lifting higher. “But he’s still calling me, not you, hm?” “Watch your mouth.” Louis is about done with this conversation. Who the fuck talks about their own boyfriend like this? “Or are you accusing me of something?” “Just giving you an out, lad. Like Harry would even look at you. He’s too busy crawling up my ass to notice anyone else.” Leon snarls, rolling his eyes in a dismissive shake of his head. “But if you’re so concerned, go see what he wants. Make him happy enough to leave me alone, eh? Since you’re so worried.”

Thoughts: actually speechless with this one, it was so hot and sensual and I didn't breathe the entire time, you're missing out if you don't read it

💫The light streams out by @nooradeservedbetter

(6k | G | magic & animal transformation)

But in the open air and colours and wind and immensity of the moorlands, that’s where Harry’s entire being feels really free, that’s where he lets himself be one with the magic that soars in him and upon him and in the moorlands all the same, making him one with the land, the earth, the soil, the air around him. He looks at the wilderness, untamed like his magic, and the wilderness looks back, a mirror that makes him safe. He lets the wind course through his hair, feels the moss under his naked feet, long shirt fluttering behind him the only non-natural noise he can hear. He opens his arms, and flies. (Or, Harry's magic is unstable, and Louis finds himself being followed by a fennec fox)

Thoughts: such a gem, so very sweet and soft, wonderfully descriptive and just so lovely

💫did I upset you, daddy? (take out your frustration on me) by @larrydoinglaundry

(3k | E | pwp)

Harry misbehaves, so Louis gets off without him. Harry of course has to watch.

Thoughts: so fucking hot, 10/10 concept always, so good!!!

💫Pull you closer (kiss me harder) by @sunshineandthemoonlight

(5k | E | canon compliant)

Harry likes to wear panties sometimes. It’s never been a sexual thing, until suddenly it is.

Thoughts: angst? Impeccable. Smut? So good and full of emotion. It just made me feel so much and is so well written, in awe.

💫Doc in my box by @homosociallyyours

(2k | E | medical kink)

Faced with lots of extra stress at work, Louis hasn't really felt like she could let go sexually in a while. She's pretty sure that a visit to a certain gynecologist will help change that, though.

Thoughts: so fucking hot!! A delight and I love how quickly Louis almost wanted to break her character. Just so good.

I didn't get to read much this month so this is all I have, but they're all really good! If you check these out, give these works some love. As always, fic writers I will give you the world <3

#march reads #larry fic recs #fic recs #hlfics #hlficlibrary #28th appreciation #larry

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booiiee · 2 months

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Brooklyn Baby

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter- 3

MINORS DNI!!!!

You’ve had your share of dates, some good ones too, like that time this boy in college took you to see the northern lights- in a museum obviously and that one weird guy who took you to this restaurant with a complicated name that has the best wine you’ve ever had, none of those relationships lasted (fortunately?), but seeing a live band? For a first date? Very little possibility of anything going wrong really.

D- He is adorable but he is so stupid I’m sorry

R- Don’t say that! He is so cute

D- …..and dumb. Who takes someone on a first date at a noisy place like seeing a band? What was his other option? The Movies??

R- Dee….

D- No I’m just saying how are you guys supposed to get to know each other if you cannot hear yourself think!

But anyway, please wear white, you’ll look like a sexy swan, even better if he plays it safe and shows up in a black tux, you guys would look like you’re at your wedding reception

R- OKAYYY slow down, it’s a date, a first date

D- First of manyyyy

Now show me your final look

*You stand in front of mirror and flip the camera to show your final look to your ever so eager friend*

D- HOT HOT OHHH he is gonna dieeee

SEE WHAT DID I SAY THIS DRESS WAS MADE FOR YOUU

**Please picture this in white

**Hyunjae calling**

H- Hey, I’m outside your building.

You look out your window and as Hj’s searching eyes find you, you step away from the window.

R- I’ll be down in a second.

HJ's outfit

He’s dressed like a dream and Dee would have a field trip the moment she finds out you guys were coincidentally twinning, GOD he looks dreamy in white!

He hands you a rather big bouquet of flowers with a note that says “Don’t breathe if you’re allergic to pollen!” you laugh and say “I am not”

H- Well someone’s dressed to kill

R- And yet here you are, alive and well

Hand to heart he goes “Barely, Rose, Barely”

R- You don’t look so bad yourself

Funny how we’re accidentally twinning

He leans closer to your face making you lean on the car as he says in a hoarse voice “What if I was watching you and planned my outfit accordingly?”

R- The chances of both of us being a serial killer are zero so, no.

H- OKAY I LOST, let’s not have this roleplay EVER

He opens up the car door and like a boy from a fiction book, puts his hand over your head as you sit inside.

H- I did not know what flowers you like so that’s why the bouquet is a little messy, next time I’ll get you the ones you like

R- I like most flowers, peonies are my favourite and I know you’d think ‘d say rose cause im named after then but they’re not really my favourite you know and-

WAIT how do you know there would be a next time?

H- You did say yes to this date and I am going to make sure this date doesnt suck so fingers crossed

OMG DID HE JUST ACTUALLY CROSS HIS FINGERS?

H- umm yeah?

R- did i say that out loud?

H- So you DO always make sentences in your head before speaking them to me!

R- How far is this place? And what band is it?????

H- We have actually arrived.

When someone asks you out to see a band you expect a cafe or a bar with loud music and a lot of people, like any normal person. Turns out, by band he meant a private band that’s going to play music whilst you dine ON A FUCKING YACHT!!! You guys sit down as the band plays a rendition of a song you fail to remember.

H- Did i leave you speechless or do you absolutely hate this place?

R- umm so when you said we were going to see a live band, this isn’t what i was expecting. Its a little….grand. It’s crazy Expensive!!

H- Oh of course, I had to make a good first date for you, I want many moree

CUTE

H- THANK YOU!

GOD I NEED TO STOP TALKING TO MYSELF

The date went really good. You were comfortable with each other all the while having the romantic feeling of the date, later in the evening he even asked for a little dance and OH did you fall for him again. One date became 3, his contact on your phone changed from Hyunjaei to J with a heart. It wasn’t until the third date- a movie night at his apartment- that you kissed and it was unlike any kiss you’ve ever had. The atmosphere was CALLING for you to kiss, hell you would've kissed him on the yacht 3 weeks ago but he didn’t initiate but now that he had, there was no way you would back down.

Your first kiss with Jae also became the second, third and fourth and it could’ve become so much more if his neighbour had not decided it was the perfect time to come knocking on his door.You were prepared for him to either ask you to leave or sit in an awkward silence the rest of the evening, in your experience that’s how guys reacted after an interrupted makeout session. Hyunjae, however, made sure to cuddle you on the couch and talked to you the rest of the evening and if he stole a kiss or two in between, you weren’t the one to complain.

Two months into your relationship Hyunjae had dropped the L word and you wasted no time to tell him you felt the same- he was still never finding out he was your bias, you are taking that to your grave, or so you thought. Dee was meeting Hyunjae for the first time in the 2 months you’ve been dating, blame it on her “I wanna see him treat you good first” attitude- she was lying, she loved him way before you actually dated. She knew everything except the part where he still did not know he was your bias and you used to stay up late reading fanfictions about him. So when she went back home and texted you “why did he seem so surprised when I mentioned your stan account? Does he not know you were a popular hyunjae author?”

GIRL WTF!!!

H- Soooo when you said you did not hate me, did you forget to add the part where you were head over heels in love with me Miss Hyunjaescurlsdaily???

R- OH MY GODD I HATE YOU BOTHHH!!!

You throw the cushion at him and try to run in annoyance without remembering he’s twice your size and faster. He pulls you onto him as you both fall on the couch and for the first time all evening you realise just how many buttons he’s got unopened.

H- You can ogle all day but I am still gonna talk you you about your fan account.

R- I AM NOT TELLING YOUU

H- Yes you will. Now be a good girl and tell mee

In all honesty he said it jokingly but the way you reacted to that name changed the tone of his voice immediately.

H- oh, is it something you like hearing me say? Hmm love, tell me, what else do you like hearing from me?

The context of the conversation is long forgotten as his hands slide down your waist onto your thighs GOD WHY IS YOUR DRESS SO SHORT? And before you can process anything he’s now flipped the position with you under him, one hand on your thigh the other holding your neck gently, slowly moving up to your lips.

H- tell me rose, what do i do in those stories you stayed up all night reading?

Hmm? Was it something like this? *a peck*

Or perhaps this? *a kiss to your jaw*

Tell me, love. He asks as he softly bites at the base of your neck, making you sigh- only fueling his actions cause now his other hand is travelling up and up and all the way to somewhere too hot for the couch in your hallway.

R- Jae please. You half whine half sigh

H- Please what love? You wanna tell me something? His kisses on your neck dont stop. His hands now circling around your breasts, everywhere but where you needed.

R- Touch me.

H- I am touching you. His hands are now caressing your neck all the way to your cleavage and stopping just before your breasts.

R- You know what I mean. THIS IS TOO MUCH and not enough at the same time

H- I really *a bite at your left collarbone* really *and the other side* don’t *one just above your breasts*

R- oh god- you moan loud

H- Don’t think about god right now, love. I want to hear my name. He says as his hand travels south and cups you over your not so fancy underwear.

R- hyunjae! You moan loud sending him crazy as he other hand *finally* takes a handful of your breast over your dress.

H- If you want me to stop just say the word my rose, I will stop right now.

R- No, no please. I want this.

He cuts you in between as he jumps to kiss you hungrily. You’ve had some intense kisses with hyunjae but none of them were like this. He was kissing you like he wanted to show you how much he needed you, which wasn’t something you needed to be told, his bulge was obvious and obviously big.

You don’t remember when he threw your clothes off of you but the moment he took off his shirt you really felt as if you were seeing it in slow motion. He visibly shivers when your hands meet his chest and you moan when his fingers make you aware of your own wetness.

H- I want you. Do you want this?

R- I do. I want you.

You realise you’ve been taken to your bedroom when your back touches the soft sheets. Jae kisses you once before getting down himself. His gaze makes me shy as you try and hide your most private parts of yourself from you.

“Don’t take away my privilege of seeing you, my love” he says as he pulls your legs apart and attaches his lips to your thigh.

His kisses grow hungrier as he goes down and down until he reaches your very core. This can’t be- He won’t go down on you, right? Guys hate-

R- OH GOD

You yell as he licks you down there, holy shit what was that feeling?!

H- I told you love, don’t think about god, let me hear you scream my name. He says as he really gets to work

R- oh hyunjae fuck !!

The smile on his face was devious as he watched you come. He got down from the bed and started to unbutton his jeans and WOW you underestimated his size and wow you said wow out loud. He smirks and laughs a little hearing you say wow which, even in this situation made you want to squish his face, HIS LAUGH IS EVERYTHING!!!

He made sure he prepped you well but eve he knew it wasn’t gonna be enough cause the moment he entered you he really felt like he could come then and there.

H- oh fuck you’re taking me so well, my love, mine

Fuck you’re just so perfect for me

He kept groaning and praising you as he put those dancer hips to use and soon you both forgot count of how many times you screamed his name in pleasure. He held on to your breasts like it was the only way to keep himself sane, like you were laced with some aphrodisiac, and you kept pulling him closer, wanting him to lose himself in you.

The morning after was far from peaceful as you both wanted a repeat of the night before so if Eric’s knocking at your door screaming his name at 12 PM, it really brings you both to reality and against your wish, away from each other physically.

E- I don’t even wanna know why you have got so many marks on your body when you have a schedule today but JESUS CHRIST she looks like she was hunted by an animal!

And oh my god doc, are you blushing at that?!

H- Eric, get out.

E- So you can have a round 2 and be late?

H- It would actually be round 4

E- OH MY GOD!! I am outta here! Meet me downstairs in 5 minutes. FIVE!

With a pout on his face, which you did kiss away 5 times, Hyunjae leaves for his schedule and you prepare yourself for all that Dee’s going to say when she sees those marks on you.

Days turned to weeks and soon hyunjae and you shifted to an apartment together. There were days where paps would follow him around but nothing he couldn’t fool himself out of. 10 months later you’d find yourself not getting a call or a text on your birthday but before you can throw yourself on your couch and sob your way into the next day, you come home to decorations and hyunjae, your hyunjae, on his knee- a blue box in his hand as he says, “Sorry I didn’t wish you at midnight, I was getting the correct blue box for you this time around.”

THE RING

You said yes- a sobbing mess- and as your friends and family emerged from the background you complained to Dee that she let you get proposed in such a basic outfit. Hyunjae said “you look ravishing” so that made you feel better, and the HUGE ring on your finger, obviously.

D- You know this ring looks so familiar to the one y/n gets in- you stop her mid sentence before Hyunjae could hear

R- I WILL COMMIT ARSON RN SHUT UP

D- You do know he’s read your fics right?

H- Now she does

You turn as you hear Hyunjae answer Dee

R- Oh my god i am so embarrassed right now

H- Aww babe don’t be. It wasn’t anything you haven't told me before. Although that thing y/n does we should try that toni-

D- Eww you guys are too comfortable around me!

You both laugh as Daisy leave with a disgusted face, joining Eric who by the looks of it must’ve guessed the reason.

R- I really love you, you know that right?

H- I do, and I love you.

ALTHOUGH, I would love if you do that thing that y/n does.

R- DON’T!

fin.

hope you like it @un-love 💞

#hyunjae fluff #hyunjae #the boyz fic #lee jaehyun #the boyz smut #tbz hyunjae #hyunjae smut #hyunjae loverboy

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HICCANNA MONTH WEEK 1, DAY 2 THE GREAT ESCAPE - BOYS LIKE GIRLS

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Paper bags and plastic hearts All our belongings in shopping carts It's goodbye, but we've got one more night Let's get drunk and ride around And make peace with an empty town We can make it right

Throw it away Forget yesterday We'll make the great escape We won't hear a word they say They don't know us anyway Watch it burn Let it die 'Cause we are finally free tonight

Tonight will change our lives It's so good to be by your side We'll cry We won't give up the fight We'll scream loud at the top of our lungs And they'll think it's just 'cause we're young But we'll feel so alive

Throw it away, forget yesterday We'll make the great escape We won't hear a word they say They don't know us anyway Watch it burn, let it die 'Cause we are finally free tonight

All the wasted time The hours that were left behind The answers that we'll never find They don't mean a thing tonight

Throw it away Forget yesterday We'll make the great escape We won't hear a word they say They don't know us anyway

Throw it away Forget yesterday We'll make the great escape We won't hear a word they say They don't know us anyway Watch it burn, let it die 'Cause we are finally free tonight

***

Hiccup has no idea what to expect when a car horn jerks him awake in the middle of the night, but it's certainly not his girlfriend shamelessly idling her mom's van in his driveway.

"Anna? What are you--" He rubs his eyes, trying to put the pieces together with a half-asleep brain. It's not unusual for Anna's insomnia to keep her up at ungodly hours, but usually she just texts him and requests memes. Not...drive over to his house and honk at him from Iduna Runeardsen's sedan.

"Get in, loser!" Speak of the devil. Another blare tears across his front lawn, making him wince. "We're not going shopping, but I have something much better planned."

"Anna, it's..." He dubiously checks his phone. "12:37."

"And?"

"We're both leaving in a few days."

"Yeah, so?" She's completely unperturbed. He hopes she won't get the satisfaction of seeing him inadvertently smile to himself. "It's not like either of us needs to leave tomorrow. And that's why I'm going to take you on the best date of your life."

"At...one in the morning?"

"Unless you'd rather lie in bed the rest of the night, bitterly ruing that fateful moment you decided to forego having fun to stare at your ceiling."

Hiccup sighs. As his body gradually shuffles itself out of slumber, he starts to smell what she's getting at.

"Please don't tell me you're taking me clubbing."

"So we can thrash around with sweaty strangers and get our butts grabbed?" Anna makes a face. "No thanks."

"I mean...what else is open?"

Anna scoffs.

"The Great Anna Runeardsen and Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, adventurer extraordinaires and absolute ne'er-do-wells, are hardly limited by what is or isn't 'open.'"

Ah. So it was going to be that kind of night.

"Well, shit. Should I dress up?"

Unfortunately, his enthusiasm is interrupted with a yawn. Anna snickers.

"I mean. This is the kind of dress code we're talking about here." She cracks open the passenger door, revealing bedraggled jean shorts and a faded t-shirt she's had since 6th grade. Perfect for a hot August night, and a lifetime of not giving a shit about conventional fashion.

One pair of torn jeans and two sweatshirts (he always brings an extra, as Anna's off-the-cuff planning often doesn't account for her getting cold) later, Hiccup's ready to go.

"So what's the plan, captain?" he asks, barely squeezing the question in before Anna's alt rock playlist swallows all other sound.

"Well, first, we're stopping by the gas station to eat our weight in chips and those spinning hot dog things with the disgusting cheese sauce. And then..."

"Then?"

She breaks into a smirk. "I'm taking you on the thrill ride of your life, Haddock."

"That sounds ominous."

Anna doesn't answer, suddenly declaring that the next track on the playlist is "her jam" and breaking into song. Hiccup can't quite tell if the timing is just that serendipitous, or if Anna planned this all out so as not to have to elaborate.

It would take a scheme, considering how eager she usually is to add on to her statements. Something like this was probably the only way she could harness any self-control.

Either way, Hiccup knows he's in for quite the time.

"Anna, what thrilling adventure could possibly be waiting in an empty Target parking lot?"

"Oh, ye of so little faith!"

Leaning on the side of the sedan, Hiccup sighs from behind covered eyes. Crashing and clattering drifts from the trunk, as well as Anna's pained grunts.

"Don't hurt yourself there."

"I'm immune to pain!" she growls. A loud clang of a body part hitting metal and a whimper suggests otherwise.

A noisy crash later, Anna makes a triumphant noise. "Okay! Open your eyes!"

Hiccup finds his girlfriend struggling to right a shopping card, grinning proudly.

"So that's what was rattling around back there."

"It is!" She gives the cart an experimental shove, cheering as it rolls a few feet.

Hiccup smirks. "Anna, I think the Target is closed."

"I'm aware."

"Is your grand plan to have a mid-quality household appliance heist until the first light of dawn?"

"No, although I wouldn't be opposed to trying that some other time." She returns his smirk.

"Okay, genius. What's your aspiration here?"

"We're going to take turns sitting in the shopping cart," she says flatly. "And pushing each other really fast."

And he has to laugh. It's such a painfully Anna idea.

The fact that she looks incredibly smug about this whole thing only makes him laugh harder.

"How on earth did you come up with that?!"

"I asked Jack and Punz for date ideas, and they said there's really no beating this."

"Oh my god." Hiccup shakes his head, smiling fondly. "Of course Jack would encourage this tomfoolery."

"Don't knock it 'til you try it." Anna gestures to the cart. "Get in, nerd. You're going first."

"Eh, fuck it." Hiccup trots over, slotting himself in. "I've got nothing to lose but my dignity."

"Oh, you never had any to begin with," Anna says cheekily. "Neither do I. Pretty sure that's why we like each other."

"You may be onto something," he admits.

"Wait, wait! I almost forgot!"

Anna claps her hands, letting go of the cart handle. The shopping device begins to drift away across the pavement.

Before Hiccup can plead for help, Anna's already scurried back to the car.

His makeshift vehicle has nearly collided with a streetlight when Anna returns. Even with a box of something tucked under one arm, she catches him easily.

He takes a closer look, raising an eyebrow. "Canned palomas?"

"Canned palomas," she confirms. Anna dumps the box into what was once intended to be a baby compartment.

"Is that what you were being all shifty and sneaky about at the back of the gas station?"

The implication takes a moment to dawn on Anna. She scoffs, offended.

"I paid for these! That clerk looked like she was running on, like, 4 hours of sleep tops. Last thing she needs to deal with is alcohol thieves."

"So how did you even...?"

"Elsa's ID." Anna snickers. "Perks of looking like you and your older sister are twins. I get a kick out of talking about my 'bleached hair punk phase.'"

"...does Elsa know you have it?"

"No." She narrows her eyes. "And neither do you, if you know what's good for you."

"All right, all right!" He raises his hands in defeat. Anna slips a drink into one.

"So let me get this straight." He watches as she cracks open a paloma and takes a swig. "Our itinerary is to get plastered, take shopping cart joyrides around an abandoned Target parking lot, and then...drive home?"

"Of course not!" Anna looks aghast. "I wouldn't chug these and drive! Don't worry--we can easily walk where we're headed next."

"While...drunk. In the middle of the night."

She shrugs. "I have pepper spray, a swiss army knife, and my on-and-off boxing training. We are so totally fine."

Just as a protest is bubbling in his throat, Hiccup's hit with a strange wave of calm. It's one of those nights that feels strange enough that something as off-beat as this might as well happen.

He opens his own drink and downs half, shuddering as the bitterness slithers across his tongue. "All right, marshal. Mission is a go."

"Aye aye, admiral!" She gives him a crooked salute before scanning out her route, leaning back like a cat about to pounce.

"Fast as fucc, boi!" she shrieks. Hiccup howls with laughter.

And as they fly off across the pavement, cool night wind rushing past them and brains growing fuzzy and inebriated, Hiccup decides that Anna was right to be proud of this.

"Ugh." Hiccup wrinkles his nose as they walk past a group of cigarette-laden teens, the odor making his buzzed head throb. "Please tell me wherever you're taking me, there won't be a lot of that."

He feels a little rude as soon as he says it. He isn't trying to be judgy--he just doesn't want to have to deal with gross smells on the best date of his life.

Apparently the smoking teens are not particularly understanding about this. Apparently he's also a bit louder when he's a few canned palomas in.

The group of adolescents turn and sneer, rightfully clocking how ridiculous Hiccup and Anna look. A belching and giggling teenage couple, stumbling along and pushing an empty shopping cart with them.

(Hiccup isn't sure why Anna insisted they bring the cart along, but at this point, he knows better than to question her. Girl clearly knows what she's about.)

Hiccup tries not to make eye contact. Anna is not rolling over and showing her belly that easily.

"Hey!" she yells. "What the hell are you looking at?"

Hiccup bites his lip. "Anna, I don't know if you want to--"

"Don't worry." She gives his arm a reassuring squeeze. "I've got this, babe."

And that's when Anna Runeardsen lets out the longest and most guttural pterodactyl screech Hiccup has ever heard in his life. Entirely unsure what to do, Hiccup opens his mouth to widths that would thoroughly impress his dentist and mimics her bellow as best he can.

And damn, does it feel good. Like a release of some pent-up energy he didn't even know he had.

You really can't go wrong with "when in doubt, follow Anna's lead."

(Well...you very much can in that it wouldn't be out of character for her to lead them to their demise by means of Preventable Freak Accident. One of these days, she's going to try leaping a gap a little too big. But the sentiment remains that it's usually in your best interest to run with her schemes.)

Their newly-appointed rivals, the slightly-cooler chainsmoker ne'er-do-wells, are suitably frightened. They turn away with their eyes wide, breaking into uneasy whispers.

"Insanity card." Anna leans on the cart, doing finger guns at him. "Works every time. People think you're off your rocker? They leave you alone real fast."

Hiccup snickers. "We should yowl at the next person who looks at us funny. I need to see what happens. ...for science."

Anna gives him an approving fist bump. "Sounds like a plan, love!"

A breeze picks up. Hiccup accidentally breathes another puff of whatever noxious chemicals their rivals are guzzling. He does his best to cough it back out.

To no avail.

"This part of town is so sketchy," he complains. "Are we going to get murdered?"

"Don't be so dramatic." Anna rolls her eyes. "The local serial killers have better things to do than hang out where we're going. You will need these, though."

She reaches into a jacket pocket, retrieving something and pressing it into his hands. He looks down, blinking in surprise to see one of his own pairs of leather working gloves and some safety goggles outlined in the light of a nearby gas station.

"Wh--how did you--"

"Oh, these?" Anna snorts. "Nicked them from your room months ago. You have like 15 pairs of each. Didn't even notice they were gone. You really gotta keep better track of your stuff."

"Uh...w-well..."

He struggles to respond, simultaneously impressed by his girlfriend's sneakiness and baffled as to what midnight activity in the most run-down corner of the city could possibly require these items.

And that's about when he sees approaching silhouettes of smokestacks and powerlines, backlit by moonlight and light pollution alike. A bright, artificial glow cuts through the gloom, guiding their way to the vast building.

"The electric plant," Hiccup muses. "You're not suggesting we..."

Anna's expression is devilish. "Wait and see."

As they get closer, she laces their hands together and begins to forcefully yank him along. "Okay, close your eyes."

He complies, but not without an exaggerated grunt of doubt. "Anna, are you going to feed me to a computer assembly machine so I can become a cyborg or something?"

"Psh, like I'd give the cyberenhancement companies a free test subject! You can get paid hundreds of dollars for those kind of clinical trials, yannow."

"True, true."

It feels like he's been dragged for hours (with multiple suspicious crunches beneath his sneakers) when Anna finally stops. "Okay! You can look now."

Stretching before them are rolling hills upon rolling hills of every type of scrap metal and electrical component imaginable, from circuit boards to microwave parts to dingy desktops from the '90s. Batteries and wires and hard drives probably ripe with fascinating half-forgotten, half-deleted data.

"You...you brought me to a scrapyard?" Hiccup is so in love he could cry. His fingers are itching already, wondering what wild new contraptions he could throw together.

"I did!" Anna beams. "I looked into it, and no one's working at the plant this time of night. All the lights and stuff are just for show." She blushes, looking away. "It's, uh...it's my going-away gift to you."

"So this is what the cart's for?"

"Duh! We don't have enough arms to just carry everything you'll need to make something fucking awesome. Y'know. Just like you always do."

He looks around, frozen in awe for a long moment. When reality finally kicks in, he starts spluttering.

"But--the guy who runs this place--aren't there security cameras?! And there's so much rust--what about tetanus? Is there, like...anything radioactive here?"

Anna is unfazed. "First of all, we've had our shots. Second of all, the nuclear plant is in the other industrial district. Third of all..." She pulls out a long metal rod. "That's why I brought the signal jammer you and Jack made freshman year."

"You stole that too?!"

"Well, yeah. We've already established you don't keep tabs on your doohickeys."

"Does it even still work?"

"I mean...I hope so. I sacrificed one of my dad's old work computers to find out." She scratches her head, smiling meekly. "I had no idea he still used that thing."

Hiccup flexes the fingers on his gloves, breaking into a slow smile.

Fuck it. This is their night. If he comes out with a few grease smears or mild electrical burns, so be it.

"I don't know, I just...this doesn't feel like that satisfying of an ending."

They're sprawled on a blanket next to what they've called Old Flatscreen TV Mountain, several drinks and a few failed gizmos later. Hiccup turns to look at Anna.

She's frowning up at the few stars visible beyond harsh industrial light, eyes as distant as the sky.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"Like if our lives were a movie..." Anna gestures abstractly. "There's all these narrative loose ends no one bothered to tie up. Like--like all the time I wasted trying to get Elsa to be close with me again, just for her to run off to college 3 states away and still barely talk to me during breaks. Never actually figuring out what the hell I even did to push her away. And you..." She turns, biting her lip. "You busted your ass trying to get that sports scholarship so you could impress your dad, and it never like...amounted to anything. And you still have no idea if he's gonna cut off your tuition payments when you tell him you want to ditch getting an MBA to study lizards. There's all these unknowns and all these dead ends we went down and all this crap we haven't resolved at all. And I always thought...I don't know. I thought there'd be more finality to it when we walked across that stage and got those diplomas."

Hiccup laughs dryly. "Ah, but that's just the base expectation now, eh? Not something we're allowed to actually take any pride in."

"Sure, but like." Anna sighs. "It's kind of stupid, but...I always hoped graduating high school would feel like those coming-of-age movies. Suddenly everything makes sense and my character arc is all wrapped up and I know where I need to go next. But it's like...the older I get, the less I have any idea what's going on. It feels like someone was trying to paint a wall, and just, uh...splattered a bucket of paint on it once and called it a day."

"I don't know." Despite himself, Hiccup smiles. "Paint splatters are a lot more exciting than boring, solid-colored walls."

"Maybe." She scrunches up her face, thinking. "But it's like I get to the end of the rope and I've been so excited to get there but when I do it's all frayed and flimsy. I try to hold onto it and I barely can."

Anna turns back to the sky. "Ugh, I'm sorry. My metaphors aren't making any sense."

"No, no." He reaches over, brushing an unruly hair from his girlfriend's face. "They make perfect sense. I feel the same way."

She whips back toward him, pretty eyes shining hopefully. "Really?"

"Oh, yeah." He chuckles. "I'm always worrying about how to tell my dad I don't want to be some...high-end douchebag corporate guy, money or no. And I hate how I still care so much what he thinks about me, and I worry I'll end up regretting all the sheer time I put into impressing the man. That I'll wake up someday and realize I can never be exactly what he wants, and my whole life's just like that stupid soccer scholarship--all for naught."

It stings, watching the growing pain on Anna's face as he speaks. He knows she worries about him even more than he does.

Any demons he's battling, she's battling tenfold. On top of her own.

He wishes she'd take a load off sometimes. Not exhaust herself beyond reasonability, taking on his struggles as her own. She's far too kind and vibrant a person to be weighed down by other people's crap. Fully believing her loved ones' happiness is her sole responsibility somehow.

And it can be hard, loving someone so fiercely only to watch them love themself so little that they always always put themself last.

Well, to hell with it. He won't let her tonight.

"And I don't want to think about how much I'll miss you," he adds, emphasizing the statement carefully. "I mean...I think we did the right thing. It probably would be dumb to pick a college based on your significant other. And we wanted different environments. Had different places offer scholarship money. It's just how things play out sometimes." He lets out a breath. "But that doesn't mean I don't get jealous. Thinking about all the cool people you're going to meet and worrying you'll like them better. Worrying what I have to offer isn't as impressive anymore."

"Of course it is!" Anna scowls, offended. "It always will be."

The confidence in her voice almost puts him at ease. Almost.

"You say that now. But all my relatives and neighbors and whatnot...they're always going on about how much people change. How I won't be the same person 3 years from now, and being with my high school girlfriend won't make any sense anymore. Like two diverging lines that just get farther and farther apart as they have more experiences away from each other."

Anna's scowl deepens. "And why the hell should they get to tell us what's going to happen? We decide that. No one else. Especially not a bunch of old people who're probably just bitter about The One That Got Away and don't want 'kids these days' to be happy."

She scoots over, pressing into his side and resting her head on his chest. He drinks in her warmth, trying to simply revel in the moment without worrying about the future.

It's still so strange sometimes, being tall enough for her to burrow into him. He remembers when Anna was a giant, casually resting her chin on his hair and wrapping her arms around his toothpick waist.

"I won't leave you behind." He kisses the top of her head, relaxing as she melts further into him. "Anna, I fucking refuse. You're too important to me for me to just hit the road as soon as we both...I don't know. Get more life experiences or whatever. No reason we won't still like each other once we've seen more of the world. Like why would our preferences for whose company we enjoy randomly do a 180? Seems pretty illogical."

She's silent for a beat, nestling closer and staring at the sky. Clinging to him like an anxious lemur on a tree branch.

"I met my roommate at orientation," she says finally. "She seems nice. But, well...she was teasing me about some guy I was chatting with and of course you came up. You had to sooner or later." Anna chuckles. "I love to brag about you."

"Wow, already?" He playfully pokes her temple. "Gotta leave something to the imagination. Make everyone desperate to hear about your mysterious, faraway tech genius boyfriend."

Although she laughs, it sounds a bit forced.

"I wanted to. But my roomie started bombarding me with questions. Asking whether you were a north campus major or a south campus major. What dorm building you were in. Finally I had to admit we weren't, uh...we weren't going to the same school. She kind of, um...started laughing a little and making these passive aggressive comments like 'oh yeah, long distance always works out SO great' and stuff like that."

Hiccup stiffens.

So that's what this night was all about. It suddenly makes perfect sense--the timing, the spontaneity, the date of carefree fun nearly perfectly catered to his taste. The late night environment that felt eternal--a liminal paradise that dawn could never disturb.

A desperate plea to remind him why he loved her.

As if that was ever going to be something he needed.

"That's pretty rude," he settles for. Because it's true--Anna shouldn't ruminate over a stray insensitive comment from someone trying to nettle her. This girl isn't worth it.

"That's what I said, too. But then...well, she gets kind of quiet and apologetic, and she admits she's been feeling shitty because she had a high school boyfriend, too. And he called it quits not too long ago because he didn't like her enough to keep dating her across hundreds of miles. Although he was also rushing a frat, I think, so it probably had something to do with him wanting to...you know." Anna makes some truly obscene gestures with her hands, and Hiccup can't help but snicker.

"Anyways. She said that putting stock in high school relationships ends in heartbreak usually. Or at least it did for her and a lot of her friends. So it just got me worrying."

"So." Hiccup studies a gibbous moon as he puts the pieces of the puzzle together. "You go out of your way to plan and take me on the most epic date of my life to...convince me not to dump you?"

"Uh...yeah." Anna's cheeks flush. "I guess I did."

"Well, mission accomplished." Hiccup smirks again. "I am, in fact, not going to dump you."

"Big fan of that."

"And furthermore, I'm pretty sure I'm never going to dump you. Not when you're funny and hot and smart and charming enough that that sounds like a fucking stupid idea."

She giggles--and god, he could listen to that for the rest of his life.

After another moment of thinking, Hiccup clears his throat importantly.

"So here's the deal." He rubs her waist--a small thing, but something he's learned makes her feel a little more secure. "We could lie here until morning, fretting endlessly about our judgmental acquaintances and relatives and agonizing over whether they're right that we're doomed. Or we could put all that aside for now, say 'fuck 'em,' and continue to have the best godsdamn night of our lives. Because tonight?" He grins. "Tonight belongs to us, and I'll be damned if I let anyone else take it away."

Anna climbs on top of him, pinning him down.

"I like the second option," she says, grinning back.

"Thought you might." He leans up, giving her a lingering kiss. "Now! Where do you think we have the best shot at finding 12-by-9 circuit boards and AA batteries?"

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...whoops, I got carried away writing this and it turned out much longer than I was planning ^^;

Took another crack at writing Established Relationship Hiccanna...and I actually really fuck with it??? Like their insecurities and issues and whatnot aren't magically solved, and Anna especially still has doubts about Hiccup changing his mind (F2 basically proved she thinks like this lol), but it's kinda nice to write them navigating their way through life after they've gotten past the whole inevitable "cannot fucking admit they like each other no matter how obvious it is to everyone else" phase. Which they'd readily stay in for years ^^; But in established relationship fics, these kids have one (1) less life problem to deal with, so...good for them!!!

I've been trying Hiccup's POV out more lately just for shits and giggles, and it's honestly not as hard as I thought. I usually favor Anna's POV (because She Is Just Like Me FR FR), but Hiccup would definitely be equally smitten. And Anna deserves someone with an actual discernible personality (sorry Kristoff lmfao) to look at her with stars in their eyes, after all she's been through ;______; And Hiccup is so fun because he's the perfect balance of Smitten Idiot and Voice of Reason (although we know he ain't always as reasonable as he thinks he is lol). Like he's one of the only people (the other maybe being Elsa) who can tell Anna "hey, this idea seems unwise" and she'll actually listen. Anyone else is like "hey, don't do The Thing" and Anna's like "actually no fuck you I do what I want." Speaking as someone who's also pretty stubborn and occasionally prone to Dumb Shit, literally the only way to talk me down is to treat me with respect and not act like you know better. If you come across as even a little condescending, I will double down on my bullshit and that is a promise XD

Yes, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III and Princess Anna of Arendelle would go on dates to electronics junkyards and spontaneously screech at judgmental strangers and I would swear to this in a court of law.

Can confirm that the transition period between high school and college is turbulent af, and there's definitely a lot of general anxiety that you won't maintain friendships and relationships because (probably well-meaning) middle-aged people try to reassure you by being like "oh, high school friendships don't matter, you'll meet all your lifelong friends in college!" or something similar. The irony is that I realized I'm posting this on my old high school boyfriend's birthday...who did, in fact, dump me a few weeks before college because he didn't want to do long-distance XD Anna's unnamed roommate, I feel you girl, even if I would be less of a little shit. I actually went on my ex's socials to see what he's been up to. Apparently he's a bartender now??? Good for him honestly! Never would have expected that from him but he seems happy ❤️❤️❤️

And finally, shout-out to the "unruly teenagers having low-budget city adventures at 3 am" genre. Gotta be one of my favorite aesthetics 🌃

As always, moodboard pic credits available upon request!

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jovialtorchlight · 2 years

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letter to a dead brother

summer, 2008. skateboarding in a park,

camera in hands, shaking, filming brendan as he tries to ollie. you, in the infancy of your

hopes and dreams when the world was still a path open, limits unknowable.

tomorrow, maybe you would film gabe jumping in the pool from the roof,

or maybe you would film brendan finally landing the kickflip, or maybe in the later afternoon

as that summer-sun set low in the sky and the endless day slowly plodded towards the inevitable setting of the sun

you would walk down to the beach with your friends and hear the waves lap up and make fun of the

swarms of tourists in speedos and try to race home before your parents noticed you were late for dinner, and after dinner gabe could come over and play DND.

Maybe you could cannonball into the pool, the sticky hot humidity still permeating through the early darkness, and let the chlorine set into your shaggy brown hair and maybe your dad would come out and

yell at you for being too loud and maybe you would say goodbye to gabe and maybe you would go to sleep, no idea that the

time, every second, marched towards the pinpoint, a date carved into the near future where life diverged from you and your skin would be ripped open by a knife and

when the blood would spill in the hallway between your room and the dining room, in the place you felt safest a terrible secret only time would know, but you would not know that death was etched so

close to you and you were not far at all,

but would that knowledge have changed the endless summer afternoon? Would time have slowed and stopped and merged into panic as the heat pounded on the tarred driveway and the dry sticks of the grass poked

in your shirtless back and the song of cicadas sang loud and foretelling? No, there was no panic. Only a 13 year old boy with his friends, in summer, living.

And you could not know until he killed you, that your murder was so unfair, so horribly absolute, violence fell upon you, the weight of blade

slicing bodies tearing skin and spilling blood, and I guess it is better that did not know that the last moment was the truly the last moment until

the life finally drained from you.

Time cursed you, sure, but knowledge did not. Not in the dying. But in the emptiness that was left behind; every path suddenly rendered useless, every potential suddenly gone,

limits suddenly narrowed to a single sentence; "Josh is dead."

No room to make mistakes, no room to grow-up, no place in this trajectory for you to be anything at all except a memory, and when that well runs dry, where will you go?

I will keep the torch lit through every watch. I will remain your sentry.

And now I walk this cursed place, searching for you always.

Every bump at night, every pattern noticed is a sign of your presence.

I am not the one who is dead, but I commune with you as I write this, as I type these words I ask 'where are you? do you need help?"

and you say in a dream that you are not at peace and that you are still a slave to time, stuck behind closed doors, and all of the paths and branches that were decapitated with your death.

And we stick to each other like a curse. I itch with the memories of you alive, my soul gnaws at where you have gone, and I pound with terror when

I come to face with anything resembling the way you died.

Your spirit is made alive with anger at what you will never be, and as I commune I feel that anger, that

righteous hatred of violence, that righteous thrashing against the injustice of your death and I take it and it metastasizes the itch into a hunger and transforms the hunger into an untouchable pain, so deep that I could never reach it, a bruise at the core of myself that festers and becomes infected.

And now that we see each other, now that we know what is not and never will be, now that we can share ourselves, can we walk towards some peace? Can we move from the burning potential, the wasteland

of your death and move towards a future unbruised and full?

Dead brother, will you walk with me into the fire and emerge cleansed?

#blazed posts #jonny bolduc #original prose #jovialtorchlight

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cevansbaby-dove · 1 year

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Quick fic! :)

Okay, so, My mind has been going crazy over Chris’s SMA pics, so. I wanted to write a quick fic about what would happen if you, the reader meet him on the set of the shoot; Are you ready for this? Enjoy 💋

Warnings-None! Just fluffy things happening.

It’s been such a busy day, and it was only one pm, engaged with the SMA shoot with Chris Evans; you are busy around on set when he runs into you on his way to the next place for the shoot, and he spills coffee all down you, you gasp, and Chris says. “Oh my gosh, sorry there! Oh, God.” he grabs napkins, and you take them and start cleaning off your dress.

Your eyes lock, and he smiles, and you say. It’s my fault. I should have looked where I was going.

You look away, feeling red on your cheeks, and he says. “Um, sorry again about that, ma’am.” He walks away, and you shake your head, thinking ‘he’s not that hot god get over it

You get on to work, and he's doing different poses every once in a while, and Your friend bumps her arm into yours, and you look at her, and she says. “Checking out the Hot man over there?” You smile and sound as you smile. ‘No, just looking around. I love the set.”

The other girl says. “Ask him out.” You laugh, saying. “Oh no, no, I can’t ask him. He’s way older than me; it would look wired, not to mention all the press following us around.” Your friend says. “Y/N When will you get another chance with this man? Never! so ask him out after the shoot is done.”

You roll your eyes and say. “Fine, but he might just turn me down; he wouldn’t date someone like me.” Your friend says. “Oh please, girl, your pretty just ask him.”

After the shoot, when Chris knocks, you're getting your things put away, and you turn around and say. “Hi, Mister Evans.” He smiles and says. “Hi, coffee girl” He looks at you, and you grin, saying. “How was the shoot?”

Chris says. “It was…a lot for me, but I’ll be alright if you want to grab coffee with me, I promise I won’t spill it on you this time.”

You laugh and say. “That would be fun to do. Let me grab my purse.”

You grab your bag, sling it over your shoulder, and say, as you walk back to him. “Okay, I’m ready,” Chris smiles and says. “Great.”

You two leave the set and go to the coffee shop nearby.

You and Chris have fun talking at the coffee place, and he is laughing most of the time, enjoying being with someone new, you ask him. “So, How does it feel to be the sexiest man alive?”

Chris smiles and says. “Oh boy, that is a tough question, Y/N, Um, I would have to say crazy, and it’s making my anxiety go crazy too.”

You pout, saying. “Sorry to hear that, Chris.” He smiles and says. “I’ll be alright.”

After having coffee and walking back to your place, Chris says. “So, Y/n?” You turn around and smile. He says. “How long do we keep doing this?” You look around and say. “Do what?”

He walks up to you and says, as he looks into your eyes. “Pretend that we aren’t together?” You bite your lip and say. “Well, Unless you want the press going crazy over us, we should keep doing this.” Chris nods and says. “Okay, Have a good night.” He kisses your cheek, and you say. “You too, thanks.”

He turns around and smiles. You shut the door and sigh; keeping this relationship a secret is not effortless on you or Chris; he has talked about coming out about it, but you know his anxiety, and if it did come out, then someone will do their best to break you two up, that’s what happened to his last gf.

You get into bed and frown with the thoughts in your head. You fall asleep two hours after.

#chris evans x reader #chris evans fluff #chris evans x you

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halfblood-princes-crown · 1 year

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Hi this is "severitus with alive Jilly au, unboxing horcrux gone wrong". I'm not going to write this because it will take time and those ideas are basically my good bye letter to this fandom. It's a little painful for me but I know I cannot stay in this fandom anymore. There are obviously more reasons but the main one is because this has been a central part of my childhood and I feel like I just cannot let it be a part of me for an unknown amount of time. I might return to it later in life but this is technically my goodbye to my childhood and me saying hello to adulthood officially (this is also why I'm staying an anon, I don't want to be associated with this fandom anymore, I want a clean break). This took a sad turn, but anyways, returning to the au.

You know the drill, I might also drop in

Bellatrix has a knife to my throat, I don't know what to do, I don't know what to say, I guess I don't have to say anything cuz Ron starts screaming

The rest of the week is kind of a blur everyone is panicking, we're sleeping in the Great hall, my parents come over and for some reason my dad asks what did I do to scare her off and is disappointed to find out I didn't do anything, she just kinda ran away after hearing Ron. My mom is kind of silent, she doesn't say anything, just asks if I got hurt "or something" (why did she say it like that does she not love me anymore?) and they just kind of leave after that, not making sure I was actually okay I wish Auntie or Peter were here instead of them

Snape did make sure I was okay, he gave me a cookie and a awkward head pat. Professor Lupin actually tries to talk to me, I appreciated that, he even offered to tutor me in any spell I wanted and I don't think any of us was expecting me to take up that offer. I had a dream where I couldn't cast a spell, it was called a Patronus and it apparently works against dementors, considering I still can't go outside without hearing children being tortured by a woman in a orphanage (I asked Tom about it and he apparently did grow up in an orphanage and we're his memories, I'm still not sure why am I hearing them but okay, sure, normal Tuesday shit for Harry Potter), I also know that Tom approves of this choice my soul was warmer that usual

Things go of as usual, aunt Petunia actually sends me an owl and that is a big step because usually hates owls.

I may not like being treated like I'm made out of glass by the rest of the school but I gained a new friend, Hermione, she is a little condescending and a little bit too nosey but she is super loyal and is willing to talk about things that Ron isn't ready for yet, like politics and bullies and the unfairness of being put a label on and being expected to act a certain way and how the wizarding world treats those they deam beneath them and how cute Blaise Zabini is and how hot Lavender is becoming. Though she is weirdly against dark magic and I am too, I think, but she takes it to a whole new level and now we are researching dark magic and how negatively it affect our society. I win three to one pro-dark magic.

School goes on and I have a bet with Ron and Hermione about the date of Snape and aunt Petunia's wedding because Spane handed me a letter from my aunt one morning and the Weasley twins said they saw a hickey of Snape's neck. I bet around summer after fifth year and summer before the forth year. Who cares I wasted twenty galleons, I'm rich, especially after my godfather dies.

I master the Patronus charm and leave everyone flabbergasted when I used it spontaneously on a dementor on my way to Herbology.

Somewhere in a tower towering over the school a batty old teacher named Trelawney said in a thousand voices that weren't her own but were: "That boy might as well save himself for Death if he is going to provoke him so, Death always loved a challenge." To bad the only person there to witness that didn't have any idea what that meant and thought that Trelawney was high and made a sexual joke so he laughed, like any 14 year old would, and went back to cleaning fake cristal balls.

The year ended so we went back home and I will spend the first month with my aunt and then head back to my parents. A scream is heard along the train and then another one and another one. Students are running along the hall so I get out of the compartment to see what's going on and a decapitated head (a boy in the year above me, a Hufflepuff), drenched in blood, lands at my feet (the only person who remebers what happens when you peak Death interest the only person who can begin to guess Harry's fate) with a a loud smacking sound and I look up from the blood filled floor and look into the eyes of a faded beauty, Bellatrix fucking Lestrange, in all her twisted glory.

The smiles at me, it's a gentle smile, it's the smile that a mother gives her child when their being endearing or funny, it's surprisingly... fond. "I finally found you again, my beautiful little doll." He grabs my collar with surprising force and forcefully drags me to a corpse filled compartment and the last thing I see before the window shatters behind me is her motherly smile.

'At least I can't lose the bet when I'm dead' is my last thought before pain erupted from my head and my back as hundreds of glass shards find their painfull home in my back.

Sorry for the wait, it took me 45 minutes to write this to make it quality to make up for my drunk ramblings last time, and don't worry, despite the cruelty I'm putting Harry through, he'll survive it somehow, he's a though little cookie.

Love you and your blog! Say hi to your wifey for me!

Oh! Well I’m proud of you for letting go! I’ll miss your asks!

Your idea is so good and I adore it!!! It was great that you put it out there before leaving! It’s very well thought out and I love the plot! You put some good thought into this.

You guys really inspire me to write.

“Thought that Trelawney was high and made a sexual joke, so he laughed” 😭😭 relatable

This ^ had me in tears ngl 🤣🤣🤣 Blaise is cute…and Lavender is hot…no lies here

@moonlightdancer26 my anon says hi ☺️

Miss you 🥹

#they grow up so fast #snape community #💚💚💚

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the-fandom-is-now-my-life · 1 year

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☁️Heavenly kindergarten☁️

It seems Brunhilde came to the goddess of life and maternity for something, shall we see what she wants?

Wc: 1.15k

Notes: fem!reader

Unsurprisingly being the goddess of child rearing was a very slow job, only being in your dominion full of plants and animals where the sun shines but isn't scalding hot. you just got to chill and watch the clouds, stars and animals all day. That was until certain Valkyrie came to you

She bowed deeply and was polite, something uncommon for the supposedly rude Valkyrie, it seems that the others gods were exaggerating

" Morning, Valkyrie" you lie your head against a mount of leaves " is there anything I can help you with or are you here to enjoy the weather

" I would never bother you like this just for that" you see a young Valkyrie behind her skirt

" Ow, is that Goll, the youngest Valkyrie, I think I might remember taking care of you for a while?" She seems taken aback but Brunhilde confirms

" This is indeed Goll, i believe you took care of her for a few weeks, in surprised you even remember her"

" Well there aren't many newborn gods or demigods so the little pipsqueak would be the last one I had" you close your eyes, getting comfortable " now, i will ask you again. Why are you here"

" You must be up to date with the fact that Ragnarok is about to start, Right?" You nod silently " i want your fruits of rebirth" a breath gets stuck in your throat

" Why so?"

Brunhilde's smile turns twisted and malicious " isn't it obvious? We will win no matter what but don't you think it will be so worth it the look on everyone's faces as we win the last round and all the Valkyries walk up to the stage while the supposedly dead humans are still alive, even if only as babies?"

You only laugh " ya know what? I don't care~ I cared for twelve gods at the same time. I think I can deal with some humans. Grab some pomegranates" you point your finger to a somewhat tall tree full of golden fruit

Hearing them walk away you get more comfortable and try to sleep again

There is only warm air and cool dirt until you a sudden weight fall on your stomach making you bite your lip

" What the hell!" A little boy's voice yells " where are we!?"

" I remember this place, i feel it" a somewhat familiar girl's quips

" What in hell was that?!" You quickly stand up only to see two kids around 7 and 5, a girl and a boy respectively

" Ah! Miss yn! So long since we saw each other" The auburn girl throws herself to your leg hugging you " we are at miss yn's dominion! I know i remembered this"

You pat her head, seemingly they were the first ones to die " so little randgriz, who is your friend" you look down to the boy who could barely reach your knees

" This is Lu Bu! He is the first of mankind's warriors, though it seems like we failed." Seeing as lu bu wasn't planning on saying something she nags him a little " c'mon say something!"

Lu Bu just growls when randgriz gets too close, you grab her arm and drag her closer to you " it seems your little friend has rabies, Huh?"

" I don't know who you are!" He points towards you two" I don't know where I am! Stay far away or I will beat your ass!"

Grabbing him roughly from the neck of the ill fitted shirt you dangel him " many words for someone who is one third of my size" pinching his arm you continue " and seem one meal away from passing out." Turning him around watching the dirt in his hair and skin" I might not be an expert on human children but I'm sure you should have more than one bath yearly "

He tries to take a bite out of your hand and you let him, a human kid couldn't really hurt a god, as weak as they can be.

He seems surprised when you don't react

" If you are going to behave like a dog I will put on a collar and call you spike, so I recommend you behave like a semi decent human and let go" he looks straight into your eyes, now slower you repeat "Let. Go" he now slacks his jaw " good boy"

" He might be scared that Red Hare isn't here! It's his best friend!" Randgriz chips in " before we entered the fight he was feeding it some fruit big sister Brunhilde gave us"

" Stop" you say, semi scared " was it some seedy golden fruit?" The human kid looked at you without knowing what you meant

" Yep! How did you know? Did you give it to Brunhilde?" without waiting for an answer she turns to lu bu, dragging him to a side " follow me, that tree over there has the tastiest and juiciest pears"

" Am I about to have a god damned horse in here?!" Without much wait the mentioned horse fell into your arms neighing scared " hello there I guess."

Setting It down you yell "LU BU COME GET YOUR HORSE" but it seems that said horse was running towards the kids " or you can go to him, anything works i guess"

You only hear them yelling and randgriz laughing " well, at least someone is having fun" Stretching backwards you walk towards them " well it seems i have to act as a caretaker again, huh?"

You swallow saliva and yell towards them " hey, hurry up!" Randgriz turns towards you expectantly and Lu Bu keeps facing red Hare and petting it " story time! Hurry!"

Even if he didn't seem too interested there wasn't much he could do while getting carried by a Valkyrie child, even as children the average demigod could lift as much as their fully grown human counterpart.

Sitting on a the old blanket you see them approach rapidly while hearing randgriz talk about some stories you told her, for someone who looks so regal older you don't remember her being such an active child

Now next to you, randgriz drops Lu Bu on one of the corners of the blanket while sitting next to him " tell us about that story with brother Hercules! Or the time Loki cut Sif's hair and Thor hunted him down! Or-!"

" But you already heard those stories, why don't we let our newest friend over here choose" he seems taken aback by suddenly being in the spotlight " i know some stories that might be interesting to you, maybe the trojan war or, if you are feeling exceptionally pretentious I could tell you a novelisation of the biography of the Flying General Lu Bu"

" Oh! He is interested!" randgriz chips in

" Randgriz just because you can sense his feelings means you can be so straightforward" you pat her head softly "either way your human friend seems to want to hear this one so why don't we start?"

#shuumatsu no valkirie #shuumatsunovalkyrie #ror #snv #recordofragnarok #record of ragnarok #lu bu #randgriz #they are baby #i am experimenting with putting images in post #ten minutes to try and figure how to get the two images together 🤡#shumatsu no valkyrie

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casspurrjoybell-23 · 22 days

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LOST and FOUND - Chapter 6 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

It was early afternoon when I heard a knock at the door.

I had been curled up on the chair in the living room with the blanket that no longer smelled like Harrison.

And it wasn't because I was sad and depressed this time.

I just felt comforted by it.

It was the first time I had sat there with the blanket when my mind didn't turn to dark, depressive thoughts.

I hopped up and set the blanket down on the chair.

When I answered the door, I was greeted by Jona's wide smile.

"Hey, baby," he said.

Embarrassingly, I felt my cheeks get hot.

I moved out of the way to let him into the house.

He bent and kissed the top of my head.

I crossed my arms, huffed and turned away from him.

I wasn't ready for him to be this affectionate with me but I didn't think he would stop if I said anything so I stayed quiet on the matter.

"You're cute when you pout," he said with a smile but I ignored him.

I looked at him again and with a little eye roll, I said...

"I suppose."

He looked at me with slightly narrowed eyes.

"Is that an attitude I hear? Do you want to find out what I do to boys who have an attitude?"

I swallowed.

My dick got hard in two seconds flat.

Yes. Yes, I did want to know what he did to boys with an attitude.

I chewed on my lip.

"Maybe some other time...Daddy," I finished it with a whisper, not knowing how he would react to that.

Harrison had never wanted me to call him Daddy because he said it reminded him of how much older he was than me.

The daddy thing had always been a turn on for me but if someone wasn't into it like I was I didn't want to try to push it on them.

I watched Jon cautiously to gauge his reaction.

I was almost taken aback by the arousal I saw in his eyes.

He looked like he wanted to eat me alive.

"Do not call me that again unless you want me to fuck you," he said in a commanding tone.

"I won't be able to hold myself back a second time."

I let out a quiet gasp.

I nodded quickly.

I didn't want to think of a reply in case I just blurted out 'Daddy' at the end and he ravished me right in the entry way to the house.

If I did have sex with Jona, it couldn't be in this house.

I wouldn't do that to Harrison even if he was no longer here.

I thought I would feel so guilty, feel like I was cheating on him, so much so that I wouldn't be able to enjoy myself.

I blinked a couple times and tried to get my arousal under control.

"I am hungry," I finally said.

"What did you have in mind?"

Jona smiled.

"It'll be a surprise."

I looked at him, nervous of what he had planned.

I grabbed my shoes and slipped them on quickly.

Jona kept his smile and put his arm around my shoulders to guide me out of the house.

Before we walked out the door, I grabbed my things off the table by the door and then we headed out.

When we pulled into the restaurant, my jaw dropped.

"You are not taking me there," I exclaimed loudly.

"Why not?" Jona asked innocently but he was smirking.

He had just pulled up to Blu Fin, the most expensive restaurant they had downtown.

It was modern with mostly seafood dishes but I didn't think they had any entrees for under forty dollars.

Harrison and I had considered going there for one of our anniversaries but he had almost had an aneurism when he saw the prices.

"This is way too much, Jona," I said and glanced up at the modern white building with blue trim and huge windows.

"Don't worry about it. I wanted to take you someplace nice."

I sighed and looked back at him.

"You don't have to take me to some restaurant that is going to cost you a fortune. I'll still go on a date with you even if it's at McDonald's."

"Well, I'll remember that for next time," he said jokingly.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Seriously, I don't want to go in there. I'm sure I'm under dressed."

"It's casual, Beau. You'll be fine."

I glanced at the restaurant again nervously.

I was sure he was just trying to impress me but he didn't need to.

He had already shown me enough times that he was a good guy.

I don't know if he was trying to show that he could not only take care of me emotionally but financially too.

But whatever the reason, the prospect of walking in there was terrifying.

I wasn't a fancy person, I had always been blue collar.

I hadn't even heard Jon get out of the truck but the next thing I knew he was at my door, opening it for me.

"Stop over-thinking, Beau," he said in a strong tone and held his hand out for me to take.

I looked at him, pleading but he only have me a hard look in return.

I knew that if hesitated any longer he would use that commanding, dominating voice on me.

I had just managed to force my erection to wane, so I didn't want to get turned on right now.

I told myself to suck it up and I took his hand.

He smiled and helped me get out of the large truck.

After closing the passenger door, he wrapped a possessive arm around my waist.

That was the most couple-like thing he had done out in public so far and I looked around to see if anyone was staring at us.

No one was.

Harrison hadn't been into PDA but I had made him hold my hand when we were out because I wanted everyone to know he was my boyfriend.

Jona didn't seem to have the same qualms that Harrison had and I didn't know how I felt about that.

Jona guided me to the doors of the restaurant and held a door open for me.

I walked inside and his arm went around my waist again.

There was a perky young girl with a long blonde pony tail to greet us when we walked in.

"Hello. Do you have reservations?" she asked with a smile.

I was about to open my mouth and say no when Jon said...

"Yes. I called last night."

He had his charismatic grin on his face and he ignored me when I looked up to glare at him.

I couldn't believe he had been planning this since last night.

"What's the name?" she asked, looking at the a notebook that she had in front of her.

"Jona," he replied.

"Without the h?

"That's right."

She seemed to cross off his name and then smiled up at us again.

"Right this way."

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘝𝘐𝘐 - 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙚) || sub!bucky barnes x dominatrix!reader

(𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐) (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘐) (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘐𝘐) (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘝) (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘝) (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘝𝘐)

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || the finale.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 || 3.5k

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || fluff, angst, implied smut, domestic goodness, more EMOTIONS!!!

six months ago...

Bucky wrung his hands a few times before knocking on your door, feeling his heart beat a little faster when he could hear the sounds of your footsteps on the other side. He'd been dreaming of a day like this for so long— the day he finally acted on this secret obsession he had, the day he stopped fantasizing and started realizing— but all this time, part of him had never really thought he'd go through with it. I mean, there's a pretty big difference between jerking off to videos of dominant women and actually getting spanked, slapped, and choked by a dominatrix after paying her an insane amount of money per hour.

But frankly, Bucky needed a big difference from what he'd been doing. He'd been alone for a little too long, he needed someone else's touch before he lost his mind. And he knew that he needed something more substantial than a hook-up, someone who wouldn't expect him to be dominant at all. Even in a kink-less, vanilla hook-up, there’s still an onus of dominance, that’s what Bucky had realised. He’s still supposed to initiate, to guide, to be fully in control… and he hates how it feels to be in control. He’s not used to it, and it doesn’t feel right, and it just makes him sure he’ll do something wrong. So here he was, standing at your door, hoping you’d take away his freedom to do something wrong.

The latch turned and you opened it.

Fuck.

You looked great. Too great, almost overwhelming. Even better than the pictures on your website.

You looked so much softer than the women he saw whenever he searched up femdom porn (yes, that was pretty much the first thing he did once he figured out google— thankfully he had also figured out incognito mode), but your presence was twice as commanding. Your eyes scanned over him quickly and your face stayed annoyingly stoic.

You invited him in; And since then, you’d had him wrapped around your finger.

Even knowing to a certain extent what he was getting into, he could’ve never prepared for how quickly he’d fall for you. Not that he was exactly new to the feeling, but he thought guilt might eat him alive: because of course he felt awful for developing real feelings for you. You were just doing your job and he was falling into the same trap that probably every dumbass client fell into.

Or maybe they actually knew what they were doing and understood how to separate fantasy from reality. He couldn’t decide which one was worse.

He spent a few hours trying to decide while staring up at his ceiling— certainly a better way to spend the time than being social or taking care of unfinished business, right?

But leave it to you to change everything with just three words. Make me yours.

He hadn’t stopped thinking about those words— or about the way you said them— since the moment you spoke them. He hadn’t stopped changing his mind on if he could really believe you were his or not. He wanted to, more than anything; and in those brief moments he did, he felt a joy that he had no idea what to do with.

He frowned as he turned his back towards the mirror, looking over his shoulder to watch his finger run over the fading scars on his back. They’d be gone for good in less than a week, but he knew you had left plenty of permanent marks on him— just unfortunately not those that anyone else could see. He liked the way these scars looked under your fingertips much more than his; he liked everything about being in your arms.

Since you’d texted him to ask if you could have a serious talk with him soon, he worried he wouldn’t get to feel that again. In fact, nothing worried him more.

He was typically antsy as he waited for you to answer the door— he had been since that very first time so long ago— but this felt entirely different: not as jittery, but a thousand times more anxious.

At first he’d been wishing you’d answer it right away, but then he heard your bolt turn and panic landed on him like a dangling anvil dropping on a cartoon character. Suddenly the last thing he wanted was for you to open that door, to be standing there looking all perfect and shit, to smile at him and greet him and invite him in. He didn’t want it; he couldn’t take it.

But you did it all anyway, though it was obviously and immediately a new situation entirely, compared to every other time you’d done it.

You were dressed differently, still formal but definitely toned down. Nothing sexual, at least not objectively. And your smile, though it still made his heart skip a beat just like always, was noticeably softer and maybe a bit sadder.

He stepped in past you, and you surprised him by sitting next to him on the couch rather than across from him on your chair. “Do you want, like, water or anything?” you asked, breaking the silence for a moment.

“No, I’m fine,” he nodded.

Bucky had gotten pretty good at silence these past few years; it didn’t bother him, in fact he barely even noticed it. But this silence made him remember why everyone else hated silence so much: it was heavy and thick and made him overcome with the need to blurt something out. “Everyone calls me Bucky,” he finally admitted. You smiled.

“Do you want me to call you that?” you asked.

He considered your question, trying to imagine you saying it. “I… I used to think it would be better, but now I like the way you say ‘James’ too much.”

“If you thought it would be better, why did you ask me to call you James?” you pressed.

“Because I didn’t want you to know who I was.”

“I know who you are,” you informed him. “I always knew.”

He swallowed as the pit formed in his gut, glancing away to hide from your gaze. “You did a good job of… of pretending you didn’t. You never seemed scared of me.”

“Because I wasn’t. And I’m not.”

He couldn’t imagine how; but then again, if there was any truly fearless woman, he figured it would be you. “I thought you’d beat me up better if you knew what I’d done,” he admitted, almost smiling but not exactly feeling very happy. “Thought you might want… revenge.”

“Surprised that didn’t make you want to tell me.”

He laughed a bit at that. “Yeah, fair enough.”

You asked him a very different question next, one that made his throat suddenly dry: "Have you ever had something that was all your own?" you spoke gently.

"Not for a long time…" he trailed off, letting his eyes unfocus as he stared down at your floor before finding the courage to look up at you again. “Is that what you wanna be?” he asked, already wishing he hadn’t said anything in case it was too presumptuous, but you just smiled back at him in a shy sort of way.

“Something like that,” you mitigated.

His eyes darted around your face— from your eyes glancing away, to your lips that you gnawed on for a moment, to the little crease between your brows— and he found himself leaning forward before he even realized it. “Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly.

You didn’t answer, you just kissed him first; he was so relieved that you did it, too, that you took control so easily and just let him melt into your kiss. As good as it felt to submit to you, he enjoyed the new freedom he had in this moment as well— the freedom to reach up and grab your waist, to brush his hand over your hair, to tilt his head and deepen the kiss further.

It was hard to define exactly where it went from innocent to sensual to sexual, but by the time you were straddling his lap and running your fingers through his hair, it was definitely sexual.

“I want you,” you breathed against his lips.

“Have me,” he offered immediately, “I’m yours. Always was.”

He breathed in sharply when you moved your hips just right to rub up against his swelling cock through his jeans, making him grip your waist a bit harder. “Good boy,” you whispered. “You’re so good, James.”

He believed you this time, finally.

For your first real date, he took you to Coney Island. Not the classiest affair, and he promised to take you somewhere really nice next, but you didn’t mind. It was jarring to see you in casual clothes for the first time, something summer-y and light which was everything opposite to how he was used to seeing you; but he liked it, and he liked knowing a secret about you as you walked through a crowd of carnival-goers that were none the wiser.

He walked you through the fair and explained how he remembered it, showed you the few things that hadn’t changed much. He bought you a hot dog and even won you a prize at one of the games; that one where you throw a baseball and it measures your pitch speed? Yeah, it’s rigged, but he pitched lefty and it seemed to even everything out. (It’s not cheating, okay? It’s beating them at their own game, literally.)

So with a massive teddy under one arm and his waist wrapped in your other, you two walked through the winding pier, under twinkling lights and over walkways towering over the ocean below. And then you fooled around a bit on the ferris wheel. It was the ideal Coney Island experience, for sure.

Bucky didn’t have a ton of friends, per se, but he was excited for you to meet them. Meeting friends was certainly a step, though; hopefully a step you were willing to take, but he didn’t want to ask you to do it without at least having a title to introduce you with.

“I want you to be my girlfriend,” he finally told you.

“I kinda thought I already was,” you laughed.

And so, with more pride than he might have ever had for anything before, Bucky finally got to take you to meet everyone (‘everyone’ being a mix of his friends and his coworkers, who may or may not be his friends because he couldn’t always tell) and say “I want you guys to meet my girlfriend.”

Of course you were amazing with all of them; you continued that tactful “I know who you are but I’m pretending I don’t to be nice” thing that you’d started with him, and everyone seemed to appreciate it. You cracked a couple jokes, everyone laughed.

You lied about how you and Bucky met, or at least answered very strategically. Everyone at least pretended to believe you.

Afterwards, they all said something about how great you were or about how lucky he was. The only thing he ever said back was “I know.”

Now that he could kiss you without breaking any rules, he never wanted to stop. He hardly ever did, actually. He kissed you basically whenever he could get the chance; you two didn’t even go out much anymore because he wasn’t very good at keeping his hands to himself, but you weren’t exactly complaining about staying in. You were too busy kissing him back, and teasing him mercilessly while you were at it, to do that.

You had already found the fastest way to get him needy and begging, not that any way took very long. If you kissed him while you straddled his lap, wrapping your arms around him and slowly grinding against him, he lost it in minutes. And you really seemed to get a kick out of watching him lose it, just as much as always.

It made him realize that the way you looked at him before, in sessions and scenes together, was a lot less of an act than he’d assumed at the time. He just thought you were a really good actress, or that he was really whipped; and maybe the first was true, and the second was absolutely true, but regardless it had become clear that you had it almost as bad as he did from the beginning. It gave him even more respect for how well you controlled yourself, he certainly hadn’t had much self-control at the time— after all the whole ordeal was about losing control, and occasionally about trying to gain it back.

He didn’t ask you to quit your job. He didn’t want or expect you to; but you did cut down your hours, which gave the two of you more time together.

To be totally honest, part of him got a bit titillated to imagine you with your other clients. He didn’t like the idea of other men touching you, but he smirked at the thought of them begging to touch you and being denied; he liked knowing that you didn’t do with them even half of the stuff you’d done with him when he was your client.

But he wasn’t your client anymore. He was your boyfriend, and he wanted the world to know it.

six months later...

He let you struggle to reach the top shelf for a moment, just because you looked cute on your tip-toes with the tip of your tongue sticking out of the corner of your mouth, before he finally relented and helped you grab the bottle of rice wine vinegar.

“Thanks,” you smiled as he set it in the cart.

After that you let him grab everything, content to stand on the end of the cart and push you around as you reminded him what else you needed.

“We’re out of Captain Crunch!” you remembered as he passed the cereal aisle, pointing to try to get him to turn.

“Yes, and we need to stay that way,” Bucky explained sternly, “that shit is addictive. Only way to avoid it is to not have it in the house.”

You frowned but accepted that he was absolutely right, though you groaned when he took you to the refrigerated section to stock up on chicken breasts. “I swear, you would eat these for breakfast if you didn’t think I’d judge you for it,” you joked.

“What’s wrong with chicken breasts?”

“They’re just so… bland!”

“Not if you season them right,” he corrected.

“Which you don’t,” you rolled your eyes. “Come on, at least splurge on some chicken thighs. They’re basically the same but so much more flavorful.”

“Fine, but no more making fun of my cooking,” Bucky decided, placing the breasts back on the shelf and grabbing two packs of thighs instead. “I’m still adapting to 21st century sensibilities.”

“Right,” you nodded, though he caught your smile in the corner of his eye— you knew he couldn’t exactly claim to still be as conservative as he was raised to be in every way.

Like any well-planned grocery run, it ended at the frozen section where you got some fruit bars and frozen vegetables (you had this theory that frozen vegetables tasted better in fried rice than fresh ones, and so far you’d proven him right) and he got a pizza to have for dinner in a pinch. When shopping alone before, he always did self-checkout to avoid being seen anymore than he had to… he still did it with you, but he didn’t even think about who might be looking at him, because all he saw was you.

You drove for this trip, and he always felt oddly soothed by riding passenger with you at the wheel. He liked to close his eyes and lean back a bit, or occasionally look over at you (but if he did it too much you complained that he was being creepy and distracting you). It shouldn’t be too much of a surprise that he enjoyed the feeling of you taking control, considering everything, but it was one of those little ways that he hadn’t expected. He just felt so comfortable, so safe with you, and never he felt like he was a burden for asking you to take the lead when he didn’t trust himself with it. And that applied to everything— driving, cooking, speaking up in crowds, all those little things that sometimes made him anxious.

There were some things he didn’t have any trouble being dominant about, though. He was very protective of you, for example, and tended to be uptight about how late you went out for walks or where you should be going alone. And he didn’t struggle to ask you for what he wanted— he was getting a lot better at asking for help, specifically.

He used to ask you to say that you loved him, instead of just saying ‘I love you’ himself, because for some reason it was easier to make you do it first. It started as something he’d beg for in the throes of passion, fingers digging into your skin as his eyes watered (as they often did in intimate moments): please, say you love me— jus’ need to hear you say it, please? And you were always sweet about it in return, of course I love you, James, my good boy, I love you so so much. But then he’d ask you to say it whenever he felt like it— he’d come up behind you while you were reading or cooking or something and kiss the top of your head or the shell of your ear and try to act nonchalant as he asked you love me, right?

You’d laugh and roll your eyes before you answered, but it was, thankfully, always a ‘yes.’ Eventually you figured out how often you needed to say it to make him stop asking all the time, which was probably a little too often.

“I love you,” you blurted out randomly as you turned on your signal and leaned a bit to make sure it was safe to make a left— case in point.

“I love you too,” he answered back with a smile.

“I don’t mind saying it so often,” you added, “but you know that I love you even when I’m not saying it, right? I love you all the time.”

It was a simple question, probably mostly rhetorical, but it hit him harder than he expected. “Yeah, I know,” he managed to get out evenly enough that you didn’t notice he was tearing up a bit.

He put the groceries away while you took the trash out; you liked to keep the fridge pretty organized, and it was an adjustment at first, but by now Bucky had it down pat. Before you, he hadn’t even considered that the contents of a refrigerator could be aesthetically pleasing.

Dinner was leftovers in front of the TV— you two were almost done with Frasier, but after that you had ten seasons of Friends to get through. You had tried to encourage him to watch more challenging stuff— you know, True Detective, Hannibal, dark cerebral stuff with arguably more artistic merit than classic sitcoms— but Bucky had had enough darkness in his life that he didn’t need it in his fiction. Maybe he’d find the time to catch up on the last 80 years of dramas and murder mysteries after he caught up on the last 80 years of comedy.

After dinner you were going to do yoga and Bucky, not in the mood to embarrass himself with that, retired to the bedroom a bit early to read his book— he’d heard a lot about this Harry Potter guy and now that he was on the fourth book and could hardly put it down, he understood the hype. He related a bit to the unwilling war hero in its protagonist; most of the time the series enthralled him, but occasionally something would hit too deep and he’d have to put it away for a couple days. At the moment, though, he was in one of the easy parts where it was just about schoolwork and childhood antics.

He instinctively glanced at the door when he heard you open it— he wasn’t sure how long it had been time-wise, but he’d gotten through quite a few pages— but he only quickly looked up at you as you shut the door behind you, before returning his attention to the book he was reading. “So, Bucky…” you began.

“Yeah?” he mumbled.

“James.”

It wasn’t any one thing that got his attention— not just the tone of your voice or the way it got a bit deeper, not just the look you gave him, not just the way the air of the room seemed to shift all at once. It was everything about you that made his body react instantly. He shut the book and set it aside, sitting up straight to look at you expectantly.

And you seemed to notice his instinctual obedience, considering you just barely smirked at him, raising an eyebrow as he spoke his reply: “Yes, Mistress?”

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It was in the common room, draco and y/n was sitting with their friends hanging out like usual, y/n sat on draco's lap cuddled up to him while still talking and laughing with their friends, when suddenly she rolled her hips hard on accident while trying to contain her laughter when blaise was telling them a really funny joke. she didnt realized it but draco behind her already stiffened and trying hard not to moan when she keeps moving on his lap still laughing at blaise. that is until pansy walked in with a bag of candies and snacks in her hands and placed it in front of their friends. y/n stand up wanting to get something, draco let out a relief breath because if she sits longer in his lap, she will realized he had a boner it would be embarassing.

to his luck, y/n now sit beside pansy but it didnt help his horny ass as he watched her putting a lollipop into her mouth and sucking it deliciously, making his mind go wild as he imagined how would it feels to have her mouth sucking his dick. he shakes his head throwing off the wild imagination of his best friend since they were still in diapers. but the more he stare at her the more he cant control himself, he get up quickly covering his boner with his oversized tshirt.

"guys, i gotta head to bed, im really sleepy, see y'all tomorrow" draco runs to his room while y/n stared at him in confusion, she knows him too well, he doesnt go to bed at this time.

when draco finally arrived at his room, he closed the door and immediately go to his bathroom and sits on the closed toilet, pulling down his sweatpants and boxer, kicking them off onto the floor, his hard dick slapped up to his stomach, he hissed and begin to stroking himself. his mind instantly drift to the girl who made him do this, his thoughts of her sucking the lollipop earlier popped out in his mind, he lets out a moan imagining it was his dick that she sucked off. his breath got stuck on his throat and he fastened his pace while his thumb teasing the tip of his cock, collecting the precum and use it as a lube.

"fuck y/n" draco moaned louder at the thought of y/n on her knees, looking up at him with her innocent eyes, smirking to him while running her hand on his length, stroking it up and down before putting it into her mouth.

sweats started to running on draco's face while he brought his hand to his mouth to spit on it and use it as a lube to his cock. the thoughts of y/n having him inside her mouth and bobbing her head up and down, sucking him deeper until it touched the back of her throat causing her to gagged, looking up to him with her eyes watering, saliva dripping off her mouth, making him moaning louder and going faster.

on the other side, y/n was now walking to draco's room, she opened the door and raised her eyebrows in confusion when she didnt see draco in his room, until she hears a faint moans coming from the bathroom, her hand covered her mouth realizing what is happening, but what shocking her more that the curiousity got into her making her walking to where the sounds were coming. she stands straightly at the door of draco's bathroom that he doesnt bothered to closed, not be able to move but just watching the scene in front of her, she feels the wetness down there starting to grow when she heard her name repeatedly coming from the boy in front of her and just looking at how hot his face looks right now.

"fuck- im so close, y/n, please" draco screamed her name loudly as he feels his cock twitched on his hand.

but as he was about to come, his eyes suddenly opened and looking at the door and his heart dropped to his stomach as he realized the girl that has been on his mind standing alive at the door of his bathroom, jaw dropped, mouth hung open and eyes widening, looking at what he did right now. her cheeks is tinted red.

"draco?" y/n called out his name as she looking at draco who's still froze, his face full of panicked.

"holy shit, y/n! im sorry! i- i didnt- i was just- i was just- merlin! you werent supposed to see this" draco seems lost at his words trying to explained the whole situation to y/n while covering his part, looking down, scared at what her reaction.

to his surprise, y/n walked in to the bathroom, locking it and approaching him. she stood in front of him making him looking up at her and widening his eyes as he watched her stripped down her clothes showing him her body.

"oh draco, you're definitely not sleeping, baby" y/n smirking and dropped to her knees, spreading his legs so she gets the full view of him, draco's breath got stuck as he feels her hands running on his thighs and her lips kissing them softly.

"y/n are you sure about this? you dont have t-" draco's words got cut off by y/n placing her finger on his lips indicating him to shut his mouth.

"let me help you, draco" y/n grabbed his cock and pump it a few times before putting it inside her mouth. draco let out a groan when her lips touched his tip. she decided to tease it, give it a little blow, and kiss it softly. draco was getting impatient and grip her hair shoving his cock fully inside her mouth making her moan at the sudden contact. he throw his head in pleasure as y/n started to bobbed up and down, her nose touching the base as she keeps going down, sucking deeper.

"fuck just like that, baby" y/n keep sucking him harder and faster, she pulled away to catch her breath for a second and back again, she lick a straight line on his cock and putting it back on her mouth, her hand playing with his balls squeezing it softly, she swirls her tongue sucking him deeper, deep-throating him until she gagged, the vibration triggering draco to cum hard in her mouth, shooting his thick cum inside her, its so much that it started to drip out of her mouth, draco moaned as she swallowed all his cum and wipe the cum that dripped down on her chin with her finger, licking it clean with a 'pop'.

y/n stand up and straddling draco who is still sitting on the toilet. she grabbed his cock and pump it twice before pushing it inside her tight hole. they groaned at the feeling of each other. draco grabbed her jaw and kissed her passionately, their tongue move in sync swallowing each other faces. y/n pulled away and started to kiss his earlobe and jaw then sucking hard on his neck marking him, sending butterflies to his stomach while still rolling her hips on his cock. she pulled away, moaning his name and throw her head in pleasure as his cock keep hitting her spot. draco's lips instantly attached to her neck marking her too. his hand found its way to her neck and squeezed it tightly, choking her. his lips move down to her nipple, sucking hard and biting softly making her aching her back. his other hand gripping her hips helping her bouncing faster on his cock.

"fuck baby, you're so fucking tight" draco's hands holding up her thighs lifting her a bit and started to thrust upwards into her faster and harder making them both a moaning mess. y/n rest her head on his neck, her nails clawed at his back as she feels she's close. draco keep pounding hard into her biting her shoulder lightly as he feels his cock twitched inside her.

"d- draco im so close" y/n moaned and now looking up at him pressing her forehead to him keeping the eye contact.

"me too baby, lets do it together" and with final thrust, they came together, hard, screaming each other names loudly, both panting. draco grabbed her face and kissed her with so much love, muttering a 'thank you' and praising her before pulling away. they both stand up, staring at each other in disbelief and laughing together.

"i love seeing you with my cum dripping off your thighs, y/n" draco smirked while grabbing the tissue to clean her up.

"oh shut up dray! i cant believe i just fucked my best friend" y/n let out a small chuckles while giving him soft kisses on his face.

"you know i've been wanting to do that since forever, y/n. you're driving me insane but in a good way, i've fallen for you since years ago." draco said as they both walked out of the bathroom and lay her down gently on his bed before joining.

"trust me draco, me too." draco pulled her body into his, hugging her tightly, kissing her again showing her how much he loves her.

"be mine, darling? let me take you on a date tomorrow." draco said as he pulled away and caressing her cheek softly.

"i'‘ve always been yours, draco" with the last kiss, they both fall asleep cuddling to each other.

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