#now i wanna buy myself stuff with pearls...

[gureshinlover]

I knew Saeran would be into pearls, that's just so him!

I've been drawing him with a pearl earring for a while,, but rn I'm so close to add earrings to his official arts hhhh he deserves everything pretty in the world

#i might try to photoshop omw to school tomorrow #BTW HIS PINK SUIT #SO CUTE #mystic messenger #saeran choi #official art #merch #now i wanna buy myself stuff with pearls... #just to bond with him

[love4heejayke]

hii! can I req 69 with jay?

sorry for the delay! I literally had to drop EVERYTHING just to work on your ask (which is the 1st time EVER that someone make requests from me), so tnx, anon, you're paving the way to all my fellow stars who want to share its dirty fantasies with me.

Unlike everyone who defends his dom agenda, I defend switch!jay, he loves when you please him, but he ADORES pleasing you back, so I don't see anyone having this flexibility other than Jay. Besides, he's an experimentalist by nature so he's always up to try out new stuff in bed, especially new positions, as long as you both feel pleased, so enough of ted talk, and let's get into it.!

warnings: smut with a small plot (minors DNI!), oral (both m and f recieving), pet names.

You came back from your wedding anniversary dinner at a fancy restaurant, with everything Jay's money could buy for his wife. Expensive jewelry, 5-star dining, a helicopter tour of the city, nothing was too expensive for him, as long as your feel happy and treated like a queen he knew he was for him, but from the moment you had a funny argument about who would pay the bill, you gave in and let him pay, but with a heavy conscience. Although your husband was fazed by the buildings' view from so high, your lip corners pulled down, raised eyebrows, and blank expression, broke his enchantment.

"What's wrong, darling? Aren't having it?"

"Of course I am, it's just... " you sighed "You're doing so much for our night, I'm not feeling like I'm deserving all this."

"Listen, Love" he raised your chin with your thumb "Ever since I lost myself in the galaxy inside your eyes, I knew you were the one to bring life to my universe. I'm this unafraid to spend what I got with you because your happiness is all needed."

"I'm... I'm speechless." you open your eyes and mouth widely "But I still want to contribute for tonight. Isn't anything I can do to make it for you?"

"Darling, it does."

With that devilish smile and your caressing in your tights, you just knew what your husband was up to, and you were so down for it because you want it too.

Now you were in your king-sized bed inside your luxe apartment, hungrily kissing each other, but instead of fighting a battle for dominance, your lips were kissing in sync, displaying a passionate dance. Your hands stripped down Jay's shirt and you enjoyed the opportunity to give hickeys in his neck, coming to your kisses down his nipple and sucking it like a so desired desert.

"Darling..." he protested almost out of breath "I wanna try something" he hissed when you sucked his sensitive nipple "P-please...!"

"You do?" you smirked back with your lustful black pearl eyes. "Go for it, love, I'm all yours" you muttered the last sentence in a deep voice

As soon as Jay got on top of you, he gave you another peck on your lips and zipped down your dress.

"Turn your back and get on all fours, darling. I'm ready."

Although you felt like these orders were unusual, you just knew what he wanted and would take advantage of this new position. You knelt under his stomach, teased him a little by placing kisses on his groin, and started stroking his balls. At a slow pace, you grabbed his hard cock and swallow it, with a few kitten licks.

"Yes baby, your mouth feels so... FUCK!" your husband thrived with the sucking sound

Your mouth eating him like your favorite candy was hot, but he was getting hungry with your pretty ass' view so he didn't waste any time eating your cunt from behind, giving kitten licks and thrusting with his tongue. For both, nothing was more pleasing at the moment than this. The muffed moans, the arousal scent in the air, their synchronized moves, everything felt like it came out from a wet dream, so enjoyed this new exchange of pleasure until he reaches his high, unleashing his juice from your mouth. Jay's mind was clouded, his muscles relaxed and his chest rose and fell, but he smiled as he tasted himself as he shared one more intense, mischievous kiss with you.

"Baby, you haven't cum yet."

"Don't worry love, we have all night."

This is it! A short headcannon for my fellow anon! Hope you enjoyed!

#enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen jay #enhypen jay smut #jay hard thoughts #jay hard hours #babi asks #star anon 💫

[lunaslogs]

August 18-19 HAUL

So, for the first time in literal months, I went to stay the weekend at my uncle's house for something we call "staycation" which is basically staying over for a few days and going places together. It's our little family thing. We decided to go to the American Dream Mall on Friday, August 18 and a local town mall on Saturday, August 19. In between those two days, I managed to get a bag full of snacks that were sure going to screw with my diet for the weekend and some clothes that will serve me well for the first few weeks of school in 2 weeks.

FIRST, THE SNACKS! I am a HUGE fan of everything Sanrio and ramen noodles so when I found out that hello kitty actually had a little collab with Prince Katsu, I HAD TO get it. Obviously, I blame capitalism for taking my money because they literally slapped Hello Kitty onto a ramen noodle cup and expected me to walk out of the store without it. It was actually really good! The little vegetables and "spice" stuff came in little packets and stuff and I'm not gonna lie, the "spice" wasn't really spicy. It was, however, a little tangy. I got it on Friday at American Dream and I saw more of those little ramen cups of Saturday at the local mall so I'm assuming it's in very high demand (and for very good reason.) I got this Japanese soda in this cute little bottle from F.Y.E (For Your Entertainment) and I actually got one last year when we went! But I got a watermelon flavor one this time, I think I got just like, a regular melon flavor last year. But I def wanna start a little bottle collection of them, the bottles are so cute. The soda reminds me exactly of a freshly unwrapped watermelon flavored jolly rancher, but carbonated.

I got 2 boxes of Pocky. One was the regular cookies n crème flavor (my favorite btw) and the other one was original chocolate. The difference? Not just the flavor. But the size. Omg, THE CHOCOLATE ONES WERE LITTERALLY GIANT! No lie, it literally said "giant" on the box. It was like, 10 times the size of a normal pocky stick. They tasted almost the same, but I felt like I could taste more of the biscuit than the chocolate but that's what happens when you super size a snack like that.

I got a share size bag of KitKat thins (KitKat is one of my all time favorite chocolates) They were individually wrapped which I hated but I did have a little cup to put all the wrappers into because I was too lazy to get up and throw them all out in the actual trash can. My cousins did end up stealing some of them so I didn't completely finish them on my own (despite the fact that I really wanted to) but I would totally get them again just so I can add to the little snack drawer in my room. And last for the snack section, I got a hello kitty boba milk tea kit because I love boba but I've always wanted to try making it at home. It came with 4 paper boba straws, 4 tapioca pearl packets, and 4 milk tea powder packets. Luckily the instructions was on the box and it wasn't some million page long paper of directions because I totally would have lost it. Honestly, the boba was really good. I did have to leave it in my fridge to cool a little bit (I like it cold okay) but I would totally buy six more boxes just so I can make some every day.

AND NOW, LAS COSAS! (aka just little things I bought.)

I BOUGHT MY FIRST EVER KPOP ALBUM! Now, I've been into Kpop for around 4 years (got into it in august 2019) and over the course of these 4 years, I've explored already existing groups, disbanded groups, soloists, newly debuted groups, survival shows, and even groups from other generations. But as of the past two years, I really found myself gravitating towards a soloist named AleXa. She's a former contestant from a survival show that aired back in 2016 called Produce 101. I absolutely LOVE her music and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't tried to cover a few of them. But when she came out with "Girls In Vogue" last November, I knew I HAD to get it. Now almost a year later, IT'S LITERALLY IN MY ROOM! The pictures from the photoshoots look so beautiful, AleXa looks so good! The photocards are so cute, I keep one in my phone case. My favorite song from the album is probably either "Back In Vogue" or "Please Try Again" but I absolutely ADORE her little collab with Moonbyul from MAMAMOO (she's literally my bias) it was practically a musical match made in heaven.

Now, I'm a person who likes dressing both masculine and feminine, however I do mainly present feminine. Unfortunately, I do still have a bit of a "girly" weakness aka shiny sparkly things mean I want it in my hands. So, when I saw these two little boxes of press on nails, I had to get them. Now, I have friends who go out and get actual acrylics and drop $80 or $100 dollars for them but as someone who is both broke and gets tired of things very easily, press on nails just feel easier to deal with. I got one box of press ons (24 nails total) that have a little French tip and honestly, they look cute. I haven't tried them on yet but I'll give an update on when I do. I'm just hoping they look cute on my nails when I put them on. Then there's the second box that has little diamonds on the "cuticle" part of it (idk how nails work) but it's only for the ring finger and maybe the thumb? Or pinky? I haven't tried either of them yet but when I do, I'll update.

I'M THE BIGGEST FAN OF RWBY THAT I KNOW IRL AND WHEN I SAW THE MANGA, I HAD TO GET THEM ASAP! I already have an almost complete collection of the RWBY official anthology, I still need the fifth one in order for it to be complete. Then, I found the first book of Bunta Kinami's RWBY manga and I got it! It's funny because last year during winter break, I found the second one but I couldn't find the first. I couldn't buy it last year because I had already spent majority of my money at other stores so by the time I saw it, I was too broke to get it. Now this year, I find the first one but the second one is nowhere to be found! I did end up buying the first book though. I was able to find the amazon listing for the second book and a few others so I'm hoping those will come in very soon! I also got Shirow Miwa's RWBY manga! So, I now have SIX RWBY manga books in my collection with more to come!

I have a literal collection of stuffed animals. I'm sure everyone has one or has had one before but I have literally kept every single stuffed animal I have ever owned. Big, small, medium, jumbo, mini, you name it. Stuffed animals were a huge part of my childhood. Growing up as a little kid, being relentlessly bullied in school and fighting with my mom over childish things, my main friends were my stuffed animals. One of my favorites was this little mint green TY teddy bear. I absolutely adored it. So, when I went to True Believers and saw a pink cherry blossom TY teddy bear, you already know I had to have it. Apparently, her name is Sakura and she's a Japanese exclusive! She is so soft and cute and adorable and she DEFINITELY makes for a good cuddle buddy if you're someone who likes cuddling with stuffed animals.

I got this cute little fake gold headband with butterflies and rhinestones on it and it is the cutest thing I could ever put on my head. I lowkey felt like a Disney Princess. It's two headbands but they join together at the end to make it one headband so it's cute. I think I have a dress or something that might work with it in the future.

Now, you know I had to save the best for last. THE CLOTHES!

I know a lot of people in a lot of places have already started school but I don't start until the 7th of next month. I have a little over 2 weeks to get myself together. I couldn't just walk into a new school year with old fits. So, I went to Forever 21 and Hot Topic to pick up some new shirts, pants, and a jacket or two to start me off strong.

First the hot topic stuff (only two pieces)

I got this black and white striped long sleeve shirt on it with a skull on the upper left part of the chest and I am a total HOE when it comes to stripes. I genuinely had no idea just how many striped shirts I owned until I went back home and started putting all of the clothes away. It brings out the masc side of me, which I really like. Then I got this Monster High Crop Top Hoodie WHICH I'M FUCKING OBSESSED WITH BECAUSE IT HAS THUMB HOLES AT THE END OF THE SLEEVES! There was no way I was walking out of that store without buying it. It has the Monster High logo on the left shoulder and a little pink heart on the bottom right. AND THE STRINGS HAVE LITTLE BLACK BOWS ABOVE THE KNOTS! The hoodie def gives Draulaura which is perfect because I was absolutely OBSESSED with Draulaura when I was a little kid (I was quite literally the conductor of the Draudeen/Clawlaura train) so I got it. It's so comfy, bro-

NOW FOR THE FORVER 21 CLOTHES!

So I got this little "set" if you will of this military green jacket and ripped pants and when I tell you, it was the best purchase I have ever made, I am not even joking. GREEN IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE COLORS BUT THERE IS NO SHADE OF GREEN I ADORE MORE THAN MILITARY/FOREST GREEN AND OMG IT LOOK SO GOOD! The jacket is denim and the sleeves are a liiiiiiittle bit long but the jacket fits me perfectly fine. I'm not exactly tall so my arms don't reach all the way but I couldn't get a small or else the whole jacket would look and feel small on me so I went with the medium instead. THE PANTS THO?!! Okay, so they're styled like sweatpants but they aren't sweatpants, they just have the stretchy waistband with the string and stuff. But the knees are ripped and it makes me feel cool.

I got this gray shirt that says "classic" on it and it has little holes (it's supposed to be that way, I swear, I saw the other shirts of different sizes having the same holes) and it's so cute. I paired it with the green jacket and green pants and it works! But I can't really wear the shirt with the jacket because the jacket covers most of the letters and all you see is "ass" and I don't feel like getting dress coded and suspended for "offensive speech" but if I just wore the shirt by it'self without the jacket, it's so freaking cute.

NEXT UP WE HAVE SOME BEIGE PANTS! Now, I wasn't in the guys section which made this so much better because the pockets are actual pockets. Not those pockets on usual pants or jeans that are like an inch and a half deep, I MEAN I CAN FIT MY WHOLE HAND IN THE POCKET! I FOUND POCKETS! IN THE WOMENS SECTION! The pants also have these fake suspenders/ random straps attached which honestly make it look so much cuter. They fit really well and I have a lot of white shirts that could totally work with the pants. The material was surprisingly a little soft for them being jeans, yk? LASTLY, WE HAVE A CREAMY WHITE SHORT SLEEVE TURTLE NECK THAT I BOUGHT TO MATCH THE BEIGE PANTS! As someone who isn't the biggest fan of turtlenecks, this lowkey made me change my mind. So, it's not completely a turtle neck, it has a zipper that goes down the middle in the front to adjust it to your liking. The zipper is really convenient, I tried the turtleneck style but I also zipped it down enough to make it like a collar which made it 10 times better. The top has black lines on the left and right sides IN THE FRONT and a text on the back saying "NEW YORK NYC EST. 1964" and it's the cutest top I've ever gotten. I've also been trying to branch out in terms of my style so I feel like this top really helps that.

If you've made it this far, then thank you for ever even being interested in this little haul and my excited outbursts in text form! I promise there will definitely be more to come. But for now, this is Luna, Logging off!

#LunasLogs #LunaLoggingOff

[countlessrealities]

@petalsxfallen sent: “Summer, could you take me shopping? I wanna get a new outfit.” (rejuvenated verse)

Summer rose her eyes from her ever-present phone. The question, outside from having being asked out of the blue, was surprising in itself. When Petal had firstly reformed, she had seemed beyond perplexed at the idea of buying new clothes, and even more of changing said clothes often. It had taken the girl a few hours to explain the Gem what fashion and how it worked.

After that, while she had caught the pearl peering at her wardrobe and at the new outfits she bought from time to time, the subject had never come out again...till now.

"Yeah, sure. You're in luck because I was supposed to go to the mall with Tricia and Stacy, but they, like, stood me up at the last minute." An eyeroll. "I was trying to decide if I should go by myself, but hey, if you're coming, then it's a a go! Just let me grab my stuff."

Summer hopped off the couch and headed for the hall. However, she stopped on the threshold turning back towards Petal.

"If you already have an idea of what kind of stuff you want, tell me, so we can pick the right shops. If not...well, find the vibe and I'll take care of picking something that fits."

#[ ic :: Summer ] #&& Petal #[ v. My generation gets traumatized for breakfast ; main verse :: Summer ] #petalsxfallen #;; queue

[mrsnegan]

hey angelface! im back to request again 😅 if you don’t mind. could you do a smutty fic with Negan pretending like he isn’t jealous of some random guy from readers job???

[Sweetheart, your request did things to me, damn. 😅 Here's my fic for you, all dirty and full of jealous and possessive Negan. Working in an office myself didn't make it any easier, haha.]

Warnings: smut, swearing, body fluids, choking, daddy kink, squirting, rough sex, jealous and possessive Negan

Just this one email and you're ready for the weekend, you think to yourself, typing away on your keyboard. Clients could be a pain in the ass and from time to time you feel the need to stay after your colleagues already called it quits.

With the last word appearing on your screen, you hear the door to the office space opening. Negan greets you with his million dollar smile, stepping inside.

"Hey baby girl, thought I would come by to kitnap you for the weekend."

You chuckle at his words, smiling back lovingly.

"Hey. Sounds perfect to me. Just a second and I'm ready."

With a few clicks you turn off your computer, then motion to tidy up your desk a bit.

Negan, leaning against the wall beside your workplace, watches you while you put away the chocolate candy your colleague Zack got for you some hours ago.

"He can't stop gifting you things, can he?" he comments and you grin at him over your shoulder.

"He's just being nice, babe. I like to buy him some cookies from time to time, he buys me some chocolate in return."

You grab your coat and purse, ready to leave work for the long-awaited weekend.

"There's no need to be jealous", you add, walking past him towards the door. "You coming?"

He's in front of you with only a few quick steps, pressing his lips against yours hungrily. When he pulls back again, his eyes are two black orbs, swallowing your surprised gaze.

"Jealous, me?" he asks mischievously. "Nah. I show you jealous."

He turns you around, so you switch positions with him, facing the empty office instead of the door. He walks you backwards with eyes never leaving yours.

"What are you-"

"Is this his desk?" He points towards Zack's workplace with his head, only a few feet away from yours. You nod shortly, your heart beating fast.

Negan lifts you up like you're weighing nothing, sitting you down on your colleague's desk.

"Now, I'm gonna tell you what will happen. I will make you cum over and over again on this idiot's desk, soaking his stuff with your juices. Then I will fuck you, hard, and paint you with my cum. You're mine and mine alone, understood?"

You can't believe what he's about to do, though you practically soak your panties at his words. This is so damn wrong, leaving you absolutely speachless but aroused nonetheless. Thinking straight isn't possible with him standing between your thighs this close, so you just nod at him, biting your lip in the process.

"Need you to say it, baby girl, loud and clear", he prompts, not at all satisfied with your reaction.

"Y-yes, Daddy", you stammer out of breath, feeling his hands on your covered thighs, dangerously close to your center.

"That's a good girl, knows her place very well", he compliments, making you clench around nothing. God, he could turn you to jelly with just a few words.

Without further ado he pops open the button of your jeans, followed by the zipper. You claw at the edge of the desk while he pulls down your trousers, helping you out of them before tossing them on the chair beside him. In his current position, he comes face to face with your panties.

"Hmm, is this a wet spot, baby girl? 'This turning you on?"

The moan leaves your lips without your consent when his mouth closes around your covered center.

"It sure as shit tastes like one", he comments, getting rid of your panties as well. You welcome his fingers, first one, then two, and talented mouth, moaning his name and a litany of curses while he brings you to the brink of an orgasm. He pulls away as soon as he feels your walls flutter around his fingers.

"Want to cum?" he mocks you, looking up at you from his knealing position.

"Please", you beg out of breath. "Please Daddy."

"You have no shame, baby girl, wanting to cum on his desk." He says this as if it hasn't been his idea all along, dragging you into the dark abyss of lust with him, making you want to crave everything he throws at you.

His fingers return to your channel, fucking into you with more force and speed while he sucks your pearl into his hungry mouth. That does it for you. You cum screaming his name, drenching his hand, the edge of the desk and the carpet below with your juices.

"Shit, told you, you will cum soaking everything", Negan hollers between your legs. You slump down against the monitors behind you, but he doesn't let you catch your breath. His fingers return, he even adds a third one, his thumb pressing down on your clit without mercy.

"Fuck, Negan, I..." But it's too late, another orgasm rushes through you, gushing out around his fingers, leaving you a panting mess.

His kisses against your thighs are gentle and loving, the contrast of how he just fingerfucked you.

"Good fucking girl", he praises, straightning himself. "Do you want more?"

"Yeah", you whimper, eyes closed out of shame and excitement.

"Look at me", he prompts hoarsly.

You comply and are greeted with the sight of him pulling his cock out, coating his hard length with your juices which still drip down his fingers.

"He could never make you feel this way, baby girl. He sure as shit is the one who is jealous because he must know how utterly good you're taken care of. And he will definitely smell it when he comes here on Monday."

Your cheeks feel hot with embarrassment, you can't even get around the thought of returning here and working with Zack as if nothing of this ever happened. You will forever be reminded of your depraved act. And you enjoy every second of it.

It doesn't take long for him to enter you in one swift motion, setting a fast pace, his hands all over your body. You moan against his mouth while trying to anchor yourself with a tight grip around his shoulders.

He fucks into you with fast and precise strokes, the desk under you shakes with every push and pull, pencils and papers in disarray from your motions.

Sloppy kisses are followed by his tongue trailing down your neck, leaving a wet path and you panting with desire, the only thing leading your thoughts and actions.

His hands rip your blouse apart, buttons flying everywhere while he frees your right breast to suck on your erect nipple.

"You feel so good around me, so wet and tight. You wanna cum on my cock, baby girl?"

"Y-yes, Daddy, fuck...harder please."

His grin turns borderline evil with your request. He grabs your hips more securely, pistoning in and out of your tight heat. You scream for him, your sounds music to his ears.

"Daddy...", you groan.

"What is it, baby girl?" he asks out of breath, his movements not faltering once.

"Choke me, please", you beg, quieter than before.

"You dirty fucking girl", he comments with a big grin. His left hand travels from your hips around your throat, choking you lightly.

Your eyes roll back at his touch and the ongoing thrusts. When he tightens his grip on you, you moan breathlessly.

"Fucking shit...gonna cum so fucking hard, fuck...", Negan moans, frantically driving himself into you over and over and over again until you feel him twitching inside of you. As soon as he pumps the first line of cum into you, he triggers your own wave of high, but ruins it when he pulls out, his words from earlier seemingly forgotten. He jerks himself off with his right hand, painting your pussy with his release. All the while he doesn't let go of your throat, a possessive gesture without any doubt.

Your heart threatens to jump out of your chest, your eyes furiously scanning his face. You don't take it kindly if he ruins your orgasm, so your hand travels down your body, fingers harshly rubbing your clit, his seed working as a lubricant to your advantage.

"Dirty girl", he says smirking, but letting you touch yourself, pressing his forehead against yours, hand still around your throat, choking you lightly.

"Kneel down", you pant against his lips when he loosens his grip a bit. He does as you say, letting go of your throat entirely. The oxygen flooding your lungs and you rubbing your clit faster and faster, finally pushes you over the edge. You cum violently, squirting into Negan's waiting mouth who tastes your release gladly, drinking you down without any hint of discomfort.

Long moments of heavy breathing and gentle caresses follow before Negan stands up again, grabbing your jeans from the chair.

"Shit, baby girl, that's why I love you so much. You're not only feeling and tasting divine, you're as fucking crazy as I am."

You grin at him, still trying to calm your pulse. "Let's get out of here", you respond, "I want you to draw me a nice bath after this filth."

"I will, but I know you like being drenched like this, don't deny it. You're my dirty girl, mine alone."

"Says the one that isn't jealous at all", you retort.

He just smirks at you, his eyes giving away everything you need to know.

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Taglist: @iluvneganandjamie @happysgal @negans-attagirl

#negan x reader #negan #negan smut #negan x you #jeffrey dean morgan #negan fic #negan fanfiction #jealousy

[fallingfor-fics]

Teachers Pet- chapter 4: introductions

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chapter 3

I woke up to the Grandfather clock in Dumbledore's office chiming, if I counted correctly, 6 o'clock. The sunlight beaming in through the small circle cleared on the window. Although I was still dreading this day I figured I'd want to be ready and awake when it was time to begin my very first day at Hogwarts. I laid on my back looking up at the ceiling getting lost in thought for a moment thinking of all the things that could go horribly wrong. 

Eventually I lifted the covers off myself and swung my legs out of the bed stepping on the cold stone flooring. I yawned, stretching my arms up and cracking my neck and back. I got up and went to my luggage. I paused for a moment wondering what I should wear since I didn't have a uniform yet. I looked over what I had and contemplated my choices. I wanted to try to look the part and not stand out too much. I grabbed my black boots and a simple dark green turtleneck sweater I had that used to be my grandpas that I snagged from my dad's closet since he never wore it. I looked over my bottom options trying to remember what the students were wearing. I remembered seeing some in skirts and some in pants. I just decided on some simple black leggings and figured I would have my coat on anyways so it didn't matter a whole lot and once I got my uniforms I would change into them as soon as possible. Probably as soon as I purchased them in the nearest restroom. I took my clothes in the bathroom and went pee and got dressed. I then brushed my teeth and splashed my face with some cold water.

As I exited the bathroom I stopped and grabbed my hairbrush and some makeup from my bag, I didn't wanna look too rough on the first day. Thinking of that made me think of all the new people. There are a ton of students here, girls and boys. What if they make fun of me for not being in a uniform. No, no they wouldn't, Albus wouldn't run a school that bullied people. And if they do that fine ill just hit them with a hex or something. I can defend myself just fine. I always did at Beauxbaton's. I remember my first year there were some girls that messed with me for having a hole in my tights since I knew my mom couldn't afford to buy me new ones after she explicitly told me to not rip them. And they would continue to tease me for other things, anything. But one day in my second year I got tired of it and turned all of their hair green. Of course they screamed and freaked out and I got in trouble, but I didn't care because no one messed with me after that. There was still the occasional comment or unsolicited opinions but I like to think I'm pretty smart and quick witted so I usually always had a response to them.

   I grabbed the brush and brushed my h/c hair and pulled some from each side back into a small clip. I grabbed my makeup bag and applied some concealer here and there, brushed my brows out, and curled and applied mascara to my lashes. I contemplated some light eyeliner but I didn't wanna risk messing it up and running late, I hadn't done any in awhile and probably fell out of practice. I figured this was decent enough and put on some simple pearl earrings and a silver necklace that had a small sun and moon charm. It was a gift from my sister years ago and I would wear it almost everyday. She said it reminded her of us, the sun and moon, she liked to think she was the sun and I was the moon but I said I didn't revolve around her, but she was older so it made sense she was the sun. I took one last look in the mirror, some of my shorter hairs falling from the clip and I tucked them away from my face. I didn't really like stuff in my face. I contemplated putting on my glasses or my contacts. I figured the last thing I needed was to look like a nerd so I put my contacts in and exited the bathroom. Just as I was packing up my things I heard Dumbledore knock on my door. "Come in," I answered. He opened the door and smiled at me. "Well you're up and at em" he snickered. I smiled at him as I applied chapstick and sprayed on some perfume. It smelt like roses and an old lady. But I still liked the smell. It was like my signature scent. "Are you ready for your first day here at Hogwarts my dear?" Dumbledore asked cheerfully. "A little nervous, but mostly ready" I sighed. "Ok well to give an overlay of your day, you can leave all your belongings here and I will have one of the house elves bring it over to your dormitory when you get sorted. And then I have arranged a student to show you around and then travel with you to Hogsmeade to get your uniforms and stationary items once you are given your schedule. It should only take but half the day, at least up until lunch and then from there you can go to the remaining classes of the day." he said with a witty smile standing in the doorway with his hands together. "Wow sounds like a plan!" I said nervously. Realizing this was actually happening there was no stopping it, and I would have my first day at Hogwarts starting in the next thirty minutes. I looked over to the clock and it read 6:30. "Oh and breakfast is from 6:30-8:30am so we should probably head to the Great hall now so we can get you sorted and seated in time" he added. I felt a nervous tingle spread in my chest at the thought of being sorted again in front of different people, having no idea how their sorting ceremonies went. I was gonna ask but I didn't wanna look stupid so I went with it. "Wonderful I'm all ready to go." I smiled putting my coat on, tucking my wand in my boot and grabbing my bag from the post and throwing it over my shoulder.

He headed out towards his office and I silently followed behind all the way down those odd stairs again and down the hallway. After what seemed like quite some time we approached large doors that were open, which I assumed was the so-called great hall, and kids were shuffling in and taking their seats. Some saying small good mornings to Dumbledore. He went into the great hall and I followed directly behind him, my heart suddenly beginning to beat faster. What looked to be most of the school had already arrived to their seats and conversed amongst each other. Some I could tell were obviously first years by their innocent faces, and others I could tell had seen some shit and were at least 5th years. I took deep breaths as I followed him up some stairs to where the teachers sat, where I presumed, to eat. I looked over at some of them and back to Dumbledore. He walked me over to the table to do some quick introductions. "Good Morning everyone this is my Goddaughter y/n that I told you all about" Dumbledore said to them they all smiled and said small hellos to me. "This Professor Lockhart teaches Defense against the dark arts" he said as I looked at the very interesting man. He was smiling largely up at me, almost to largely, it was kind of creepy. "Hello" I said softly. He then took my hand and shook it and then brought it to his mouth to kiss it. I tugged it away quickly after he did so and he said "Good morning y/n! It is so wonderful to meet your acquaintance, I can not wait to have you in my class! I have heard so many things about you and you are much more grown than Dumbledore had described." I looked at him and just gave a soft smile not really knowing how to respond to that. I lightly and discreetly pushed Dumbledore's side to encourage him to keep moving so I didn't have to retain eye contact with this Lockhart fellow. "And this is Hagrid as you met yesterday" "Good Morning Hagrid it's good to see you again." I smiled at him "Pleasures all mine, I teach care of magical creatures" he boomed. "Oh nice" I said as we kept going with our introductions. "This is Professor McGonagall she teaches Transfiguration" She gave a simple nod to which I returned. "And this is Professor Flitwick he teaches charms" I smiled and nodded at the small man with a thick mustache. "Oh and It appears Professor Snape has not joined us yet, but he teaches potions, and this is Madam Pomfrey the matron here at Hogwarts, and last but not least Professor Trelawney who is the Divination teacher" he said I smiled at the kind looking woman who had rather large hair and glasses. She looked like a lot of fun.

"Ok now that all the introductions have been made, it's already," he stopped to look at his watch " 7 o'clock I would say this would be a good time to get the show on the road" he said smiling down at me. I laughed nervously and realized no one had paid any attention to me yet, but that was about to change. Don't get me wrong sometimes I love to be the center of attention, but not in strange and new places. He stepped past me and up to his podium, I stood kind of behind him and waited to see what was next. He cleared his throat and began. "Good Morning students, I hope you have all had a good weekend, before we get breakfast started I have an announcement to make, or rather an introduction. We have a new student joining us today, she has transferred from Beauxbatons. And let me add she is my Goddaughter and I am very pleased to have her here with us at Hogwarts." he looked over at me and nudged his head for me to come up next to him, I did so and looked over the full room of students, making sure to not make eye contact with them. Some were still having quiet conversations but halted when I stepped up, and turned their attention to me. "This is y/n, she is in her 6th year and has not been sorted yet but we will do that in just a minute." I smiled a small smile at the students or should I say my new classmates overlooking the rows upon rows of them "I have high hopes that you will treat her with respect and make her feel welcome!" he spoke loudly. Some of the more obnoxious students yelling "hellos" from their tables. "Now come sit and we will sort you into your house" he said as I followed him around the podium and to a chair in front of it.

Unbeknownst to me Professor Snape walked in out of my view, as I was focused on the students that I was displayed in front of and took his seat behind me. I sat nervously watching as Dumbledore walked over and grabbed an old dusty faded brown witch hat and carried it over to me, he is putting this thing on my head? I sat still and upright as he gently placed it atop my head. All of the sudden the thing began to speak, startling me a bit. "Hmmm very interesting," it said and I sat patiently wondering what that was supposed to mean. "Tough one, compassionate but stubborn" I rolled my eyes at that comment, even an old hat could tell I was hard headed? "Smart but will do anything to be proven right" how dare he expose me like this, I was beginning to think this was some trick to humiliate me, a few of the students snickered at that and I shot them cold looks. "No doubt, clear to see...SLYTHERIN!" The hat yelled and an uproar of cheers came from the table on the far right, I didn't know if this was a good or bad thing but based on the looks of some of the students and Professors faces it was probably not the most popular. Dumbledore took the hat from my head and I shot him a concerned look to which he just winked and smiled. I smiled and looked over the tables, the Slytherin one still cheering. "This is going to be interesting"

#severusimagine #severus x reader #severus snape x reader #severusnape #snape x reader #snape imagine #professor snape #snape #hogwarts #slytherin #Snape slowburn

[yikesharringrove]

If you are ever feeling up to it can we get more of Stvee showing Billy his panties. Like maybe they're dating now but Billy still insists every day that they have a deal. Or just some porn, maybe Billy saving up an getting Steve an expensive set or taking him out somewhere and making Steve show him in the bathroom before fucking him right there. I just liked the other ones you did for it.

Ooh damn, this one might have to go up on ao3 soon.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Smut

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After the ring, it was a natural progression to become something more.

There were already having plenty of sex, already spending more time together than not, the only thing really left was letting themselves be emotionally intimate.

Which, they were working on. But sometimes, Billy found it easy to talk to Steve, knew he wouldn’t judge him or laugh at him or do anything besides kiss him.

So they were doing well.

But Billy still insisted they had a deal. Made Steve show him his panties every single day. 

But at this point, Steve loved the attention.

Loved the way Billy’s eyes would glaze over when he would tug off his clothes, show off pretty lace and smooth satin.

And Billy loved getting him pretty things to add to the collection.

He would come to Steve’s place with panties, or jewelry, or make up for him. And Steve felt, well he felt like a sugar baby. And he wasn’t mad at that feeling.

So when Billy brought a box to him one Saturday evening, from some nice place in the city, Steve felt like a fucking princess.

“What’s the occasion?” Steve pushed the pink satin ribbon off the box, no doubt tied on by a saleswoman with a sensible haircut.

“I need on occasion to buy you somethin’ pretty?”

“No, but this is more than pretty. I know this store. This is nice.”

“Yeah, well, thought you deserved something nicer than the usual stuff.”

Steve gave him a look through his lashes, opening the box.

It was a beautiful set. Cream satin, soft and buttery.

There were several pieces, all vintage looking and pretty.

There was a bra, a few pairs of panties, garter belt and stockings. There were also a few other pieces, a matching slip, a pretty babydoll.

“Jesus, Billy. How much was all this?”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. Just wanted to treat you.” Steve leaned over the table, kissing Billy softly.

“Thank you, Bill. Gimme like, half an hour.”

He took the box, racing up the stairs.

He put on some make up, just light, something to fit the pinup feel of the lingerie, eyeliner and lipstick.

He stripped down, fingered himself for a few minutes, getting himself lubed and opened up, ready for Billy.

He put on the matching set, the panties had a few ruffles on the butt, made of the same silky material. The garter belt was the same satin, had a peplum ruffle around the waist. The bra had the same ruffle trimming each cup. The stockings were nude, had a seam up the back of each leg.

He put on the pearls Billy had bought him, the floral perfume that had been a gift a few wees ago.

And finished it all off with Billy’s brown leather jacket.

He came down the stairs quietly, found Billy sitting on his front porch. There were a few stubbed out cigarettes next to him. Steve opened the door as quietly as he could, posing with one leg cocked, leaned against the door frame.

“Bill,” he kept his voice soft.

Billy turned around, chocking on the smoke in his lungs when he saw Steve.

“Holy shit,” Billy managed to say through his coughs.

Steve turned around, looking back over his shoulder.

“You coming?” Billy stubbed out his cigarette, stumbling blindly up the into the house behind him.

Steve turned, wrapping his arms around Billy’s shoulders. Billy’s fingers skimmed over his hips, up under his jacket.

“So beautiful.” He nosed along Steve’s neck, smelling the sweet perfume. “You’re perfect.”

“How you want me?”

“Jesus, any way. Literally any way at all.”

Steve took his hand, leading him into the kitchen. He pushed himself to sit on the counter, spreading his legs enough for Billy to slot between them. He was holding onto his hips, drinking in his body in the nice lingerie.

“You should wear my clothes more often. Look so sexy, Baby.” Steve threw his head back when Billy attacked his neck, sucking a good sized bruise onto the side of it.

“Bring some shit over, then. Let me play dress up in boyfriend’s clothes.” Billy huffed a laugh, his breath hot against Steve’s neck. “Let me put ‘em on just so you can take it all off.”

“Oh, Sweet Thing. Gonna leave this jacket on. Gonna fuck you lookin’ just like this.”

Steve moaned a little when Billy went back to suckin’ his neck. He spread his legs a little more, let Billy press up against him.

“Love it when your dick gets hard in your pretty little panties,” he rasped in Steve’s ear, grinding their hips together. “Look so good.” He pulled back a little, looked at the outline of his dick in the panties, the tip of it flushed red, peaking over the top of the top of the panties.

Billy ducked down, pressing a kiss to the head of his dick, sucking the shaft through the panties.

“Oh fuck.” Steve tangled his fingers in Billy’s hair, holding his weight up with one hand braced behind him.

Billy mouthed along his dick, leaving a wet patch on the front of the panties.

“Bill, want you to fuck me. Want your cock, Billy.” He was whining, knew Billy loved it when he got needy.

“You need prep?”

“No, did it myself. For you.” Billy grinned at him, pressing another wet kiss to the tip of his dick before standing up.

He took one of Steve’s legs,tossing it over his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the inside of his knee, undoing his belt.

He shifted Steve’s panties, pulling them to the side to display his hole.

He lined up, watching as he pushed in, the way Steve stretched open around him, sucked him in.

“You’re so perfect. Take me so well.” Steve had his head thrown back, was painting heavily. Billy’s jacket had slipped off one shoulder, revealing more of his pretty bra, the strings of pearls.

Billy wrapped his arm around Steve’s hips, holding him in place while he began to buck his hips, start fucking into Steve properly.

Steve braced his weight on his hands behind him.

“Billy, fuck, go faster.” Billy scraped his teeth along Steve’s jaw, picking up the pace.

“Absolutely fuckin’ beautiful, Stevie.” Steve let his weight drop, laying back on the counter, his arms over his head.

The jacket was open, showing off the pretty lingerie, his lips were painted red. Billy was gonna lose it.

“Baby, I’m close. Want you to cum first. Wanna watch.” He shoved down the panties enough to get at Steve’s cock, stroke him off fast.

“Bill, I, don’t get any on the lingerie. Don’t wanna, don’t wanna ruin it.” Steve’s voice went all breathy as he came, getting spunk all over Billy’s hand, his t-shirt.

Billy gave a few last bucks of his hips, filling Steve with his cum.

Billy let his leg fall off his shoulder, leaning forward to kiss his chest, moving up to connect their lips.

“You’re perfect.” Steve bat him away.

“Yeah, I fuckin’ know. Go get me a towel. Your cum’s literally dripping out of me.” Billy groaned.

“Ooh, Baby. Gonna get me goin’ again.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Towel. Now. Or no panties tomorrow.” Billy whined. “I mean it.” He huffed, pushing off Steve to get a dish towel, cleaning him up gently.

“You gonna model the other stuff for me? Had a few other outfits in there.”

“Yeah, but no more fuckin’. I’m still sore from Wednesday.” Billy grinned, tucking his dick back into his jeans.

They had gone hard Wednesday, had fucked for hours all over Steve’s house, and twice in the Camaro.

Steve slid off the counter, readjusting the panties. Billy watched his ass as he slunk to the stairway. He looked over his shoulder, the jacket falling back down off of it.

“You comin’?”

“Just did.”

#yikes writes #lemons #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble

[captainillogical]

Distant Lands Ch.19

Stranded on a planet with toxic conditions and nothing but the clothes on your back, your only means of survival lies within the gem that got you here in the first place.

Spinel/Reader

collab with my lovely wife @firstofficertightpants​

Strangely enough, you wake up in your bed.

You don’t remember coming into your room to sleep, but here you are. It’s light out - the blinds are closed, but the window is glowing with sunlight. You rub at your eyes, trying to get the rest of the lingering feeling of sleep out of them. You wonder what time it is, and you look over to see your phone left on your small bedside dresser. Without moving from your lying position, you reach over to grab it off the flat surface.

You pull out the charging cable, and open your lock screen. It’s a bit past two in the afternoon. Ugh. You see a couple texts from Steven, and some from an unknown number. You open his messages first.

[10:23] Steven: I woke up fairly early and saw you asleep on the couch with Spinel. Color my face surprised. Wasn't expecting you two to be so chummy considering how you met, initially.

[10:23] Steven: I told you to get some sleep but you really don’t want to listen to me, huh? She helped me put you to bed. Was a little surprised at how careful she was with you.

[10:23] Steven: Anyway, you looked like you needed quite a bit of rest so Pearl, myself and Spinel are going to Little Homeworld ourselves to introduce her to some of the others and show her around a bit.

[10:24] Steven: Take it easy today, and don’t fret about the small stuff. I’ll take care of it, as well as giving some of the others a quick run-down of what happened so you’re not bombarded with the same questions multiple times. 

[10:24] Steven: I gave Spinel one of my old cell phones that Peridot ‘upgraded’, the one with the heart stickers you put on the back (I thought it was funny), and gave her your number. Watching her try to navigate human technology was hilarious, btw.

[10:24] Steven: Also we still have that tub of blueberry yogurt in the fridge that I didn’t really like, so if you’re hungry please eat that first. Pearl won’t let me buy more yogurt until I finish that one. :(

You stare at the texts for a moment, brain working a little slow still. Lord.. you can't believe Steven saw you like that, and with Spinel. He could've reacted way worse, but you're glad that it wasn't the case. You kinda have a feeling he might ask you a couple personal questions regarding that.. ugh. You’re also trying to not be disappointed that you’re not there with them and Spinel, and getting to see her interactions with the others.

Oh well, nothing you can do about it now. You text him back before opening the other messages.

[02:09] Y/N: Pssh, I’ll sleep when I want to sleep. Plus, I couldn’t really pass out before talking to her about shit on my mind. It’s fine. And thanks for making sure I didn’t wake up with a stiff neck.

[02:09] Y/N: Keep an eye on her for me, yeah? She’s anxious about all of this.

[02:09] Y/N: And.. thank you, Steven. You know you're my favorite, right?

After sending the texts, you go over and open the unsaved number’s messages from a couple hours ago. They’re clearly from Spinel, so you save the number to your contacts before reading them all.

[10:42] Spinel: did it send

[10:42] Spinel: i think it did this time, phewwww no error message

[10:42] Spinel: this tech is old and weird but i can deal with it for now

[10:42] Spinel: i hope you got okay sleep

[10:42] Spinel: i’m out with steven and pearl as i’m sure he’s told you already

[10:42] Spinel: she’s kinda annoying sometimes, is that normal for her? i don’t know how to feel about her, especially knowing pink as much as i did

[10:43] Spinel: and i know you told me to be nice to steven, but he’s already laughed at me for being confused at your human tech. never listening to you again

[10:43] Spinel: little homeworld is not what i was expecting, but i think i like this a little better than whatever i had thought, anyway

[10:43] Spinel: bismuth is fun. i like her. she says she’ll put me to work for it, but she has a small place for me in this new housing block that’ll be ready for me later today

[10:43] Spinel: it feels kinda like too much at once and it’s a little overwhelming

[10:43] Spinel: but steven has helped a ton, and i’m starting to understand why you defended him as much as you did.

[12:16] Spinel: [attachment received]

You open the file, and it’s a very blurry image of the sidewalk and what you think is Spinel’s shoes. Did she mean to send that? You feel your face smiling, despite the weird feelings starting to blossom in your stomach. You’re glad she’s getting along with the others. You had been.. wary, really, and for good reason. But if the others can get over other gems trying to kill Steven fairly quickly, then you’re not surprised they can get over this, this soon. It was always you technically that held a grudge against the other gems that tried causing him harm. And well, you did hold a bit of a grudge against Spinel for a while..

You sigh out loud, and sit up before texting her back. It feels weird to be texting her, when you were so used to face-to-face communication.

[02:12] Y/N: I slept fine. Thanks for putting me to bed, Steven said some nice things about you :P

[02:12] Y/N: I’m glad you got used to cellphones pretty quickly, I’m a little impressed. And give Pearl some time, you just gotta brush off half her nagging for the most part.

[02:12] Y/N: What were you expecting little homeworld to be like? And how sweet of Bismuth, you should take a pic of the place when you get into it, I wanna see what it looks like inside.

[02:13] Y/N: Yeah.. it will feel like too much, Spinel. Think of what your life was like before this. I did say there was going to be a lot to adjust to.

[02:13] Y/N: Also did you mean to send that last image because I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be looking at exactly, there.

You check your social media for a second as you try not to let all of your thoughts linger on Spinel, and then roll your eyes at yourself when you realize ah right, a month didn’t actually pass here. There’s nothing new. You stand up, stretching your arms way over your head.

It feels good, not sleeping on the ground for once.

You make quick work of changing into an oversized sweater and some shorts from your current sleepwear, wanting to wear something loose and different. Phone in hand, you meander out of your room hungry, and into the kitchen. You see Amethyst in the living room, chilling on the couch and reading some magazine. Except you know she’s not reading it, she’s just looking for weird images to cut out and prank Pearl with in weird places.

“‘Sup.” She says without looking up from her browsing as you open the fridge, looking for anything but that yogurt. A month of only bullshit weird, plain fruit to eat and he thinks you’ll finish off his yogurt for him?

“Hey.” You reply back to her, and ugh.. unless you want to go through the effort of making eggs, toast and yogurt are really your only option since they haven’t gone food shopping.  You make a face at the fridge, grabbing for the yogurt and closing the door.

“How ya’ feelin’?” She asks casually, flipping a page. An eye drifts over the page to land on you, and she lifts an eyebrow in interest. “You look better than you did yesterday.”

“...Thanks,” It comes out slightly insulted, but, well, it’s Amethyst. She doesn’t mince her words. “I got some decent sleep for once. Is Garnet home?”

“Nah, she’s got one of her lessons going on.” 

“And you don’t?” You grab the bread out of the cupboard, and squint at it for a second. There’s.. a bit of fucking mold on the edge. Ugh. Your luck. You toss the bread onto the counter for Amethyst to eat later, and spot a single bagel left in the cupboard behind a bag of flour. Oh hell yeah.

“Not today, we pushed mine til tomorrow because Onion couldn’t participate for some reason.” She blows a lock of hair out of her face, turning a page.

“All for Onion, and he’s not even a gem. He can sit out one lesson.” You put the bagel in the toaster - getting crumbs everywhere and not caring, and grabbing a spoon for your yogurt.

“C’mon, you know the others love him, it was basically all their decision anyway.” She flips another page, and you can see her giving you a pointed look that you’re going to ignore. “Besides, I wanted to relax today anyway, considering all the stress you just put me under.”

“Cause it was totally by choice.” You retort with a roll of your eyes, opening the lid of the yogurt disdainfully and giving it a sniff. It smells fine but.. Ugh. You’re not much of a fan of yogurt. You take a bite, and it’s okay you guess.

“What are you planning on doing with the rest of your afternoon, anyway?” She asks as soon as you take another bite of yogurt.

“I uh,” You swallow. “I don’t know, actually. I was thinking I’d be with Steven and Pearl, showing Spinel around, but it seems they’re all doing that without me.” You say, half a frown forming on your face. You kind of realize that you’re way more disappointed by that fact than you had previously figured, but that train of thought is interrupted by the bagel popping out of the toaster. You jump slightly, almost launching your yogurt out of your hands. Amethyst notices but doesn’t make a comment about it.

“Y/N, I know you’re really caring and wanna help, but don’t you think you should take a couple days just for you?” She gives you a look.

“A couple days to what?” You match her look, popping an eyebrow for extra emphasis. “Relax? Like the weeks I just spent doing absolutely nothing on a forgotten planet in the middle of nowhere? I’m good.”

She looks at you, deadpan, and sighs. You notice a bunch of bananas on the top of the fridge that you had missed earlier, and get an idea that’s better than just eating yogurt.

“You’re kind of impossible. I’m telling Steven to not let you help him with any more of his current projects.” She sets the magazine down and cracks her knuckles obnoxiously. “Maybe it will force you to go out and do something for yourself for once.”

“Don’t you dare.” You say in annoyance, grabbing the bananas and blender from the top of the fridge, setting them on the counter. You grab the milk from the fridge and pour a little inside, and dump some of the yogurt in as well. You don’t care for proper proportions, you measure smoothies with your soul.

“I’m literally texting him right now and you can’t stop me.” She grabs for her phone, typing on it quickly.

“You can’t make me relax, Amethyst.” You say, peeling two bananas and tearing them into small enough chunks to blend, putting those in as well with a couple cubes of ice for good measure. “If I want to help out, I’m helping out.”

“Not if I can help it.” You hear her say as you put on the lid of the blender and plug it into the outlet next to it.

You grab your phone to text Steven to dissuade him from whatever Amethyst is saying to him, and press the liquify button on the blender.

A terribly familiar whirring noise fills the room, and your blood runs cold. You freeze on the spot.

You rip the plug from the outlet near violently, silence filling the immediate space. A beat or two passes.

“Uh.” You hear Amethyst say from fifteen feet behind you. “Y/N? You okay?”

You’re staring at the blender, and you can’t get your mouth to move. The chunks of ice shift, light from the afternoon sun hitting it and causing it to sparkle. 

“Y/N?” She asks again, and you hear slight shuffling.

There’s this indescribable feeling of fear and dread swirling at the pit of your stomach, and then you feel an arm pulling at your elbow. 

“Y/N.” Amethyst reiterates from beside you, and suddenly, you can turn your head to face her.

“Yeah?” You answer, facing her and blinking. She looks at you for a second before answering.

“What was that?” Her brows furrow in concern.

“I, um.” You realize you aren’t hungry anymore. “That was nothing.”

“Bullshit.” She looks offended at your response. “I’ve never seen you react that way before, to like, anything.”

“Uhhhhh, you know what?” You say, feeling like your mouth is working on autopilot at this point. “I’m gonna go out actually.”

You spin around, walking around Amethyst entirely despite her protests, and leave out the front door. You hear it slam shut behind you.

-

By the time you check the time, it’s nearly five in the afternoon, and you’re in front of the new bakery, Spacestries. You uh.. you didn’t realize you had walked all the way over here. You think you wandered the beach for a while, trying to definitely not think about what happened in the kitchen, with Amethyst as a fucking witness. Embarrassing. Could’ve been worse, you guess - it could have been Pearl there. It’s probably best if you don’t use the blender for a while. 

You’re completely annoyed with yourself about all of that, really, and by pushing all of that away you’re trying to not let the rest of your thoughts linger on the other thing you shouldn’t put any more thought into, which are your obvious feelings for Spinel. That area is a whole ass disaster that you’d rather ignore right now. You have a few notifications that you swipe away as soon as they come; your heart pathetically skipping a beat when it sees her name there for a split second - you’re not in the right mood to reply to the messages at the moment. Later.

You sigh, pocketing your phone. You look at the shiny new sign above, squinting at the sun in your eyes, and someone nearly walks into you on the sidewalk. Ugh. You stand there for a second, letting the hot air of summer waft by. You smell fries from somewhere nearby, and your stomach growls. A car honks off in the distance.

It’s not even a busy day out. It’s just another lazy afternoon, something you’ve experienced many, many times in your life. But you find yourself listening to the muted sounds of Beach City, thankful that you’re standing here on a paved sidewalk that was made by humans. Your hair tickles your nose, and you blow air to get it out of your face.

A minute or so passes. You figure you should just go in and buy yourself a cheese roll or something. You don’t know why you’re just standing outside.

You take in a deep breath, and open the door. It chimes as you come in.

It’s cool inside from the air conditioning, and there’s no one behind the counter. You walk in slowly, hearing your footsteps tapping on the floor. There’s a small FM radio off to the side playing the top 40’s that you can barely make out due to all the static. It’s been a while since you’ve heard music.

There’s a lot of pastries on display, and they look good. You wonder if he’s working today. You walk up to the counter leisurely, looking at the glazed fruit tarts on the top display shelf.

“I’LL BE UP FRONT IN A SECOND!” You hear a familiar muffled voice coming from the back room. 

“Take your time, Lars. It’s just me.” You reply, hearing your voice not carry very far. You hope he heard you despite the white noise of the AC. There’s a couple more shuffling sounds, as it sounds like he’s rounding the corner.

You see the tray of cream puffs in one hand before Lars walks out, and he’s got another in the other hand, balanced on his hip.

“Y/N? Is that you out ther-” He stops abruptly as soon as he sees your face; and one of the trays slips out of his hand, clattering on the floor loudly.

He opens and closes his mouth. Twice.

“What in the actual fuck happened to you!?” He nearly shouts, eyes wide. He rushes to set the remaining tray on the counter, and completely ignores what is on the floor to get over to where you’re standing.

“Uh..” You pull your sweater sleeves down, AC giving your arms goosebumps. “A lot. Can I have one of your fresh cheese rolls?”

He gives you an incredulous look. “Yeah, as soon as you tell me how you fucking died!? What the hell have I missed in the last fews days while I was out of town!?”

“Cheese roll first, buddy.” You say, and cross your arms.

“Ugh, FINE!” He tosses his hands into the air, and makes quick work of grabbing his freshest roll for you, placing it into your hands with a napkin. He gives you another look.

You take a bite out of it, and it tastes so good that you feel tears prickling the corners of your eyes, and you cannot stop them from forming. Lars seems to take notice.

“Spill. You’re being weird and I’m actually concerned right now.” He puts his hands on his hips. You finish chewing before answering, but he holds up a finger instead. “Wait. Sit down and finish that, I’ll go grab some coffee for the both of us, I just made fresh pot that should be done brewing by now.”

He leaves momentarily to grab the coffee, and you sit down at the little two person table in the corner of the shop. You feel your phone vibrate a few times in your pocket, but you opt to ignore it instead. They can wait; you told Amethyst you were just going out, and your brain can really only deal with so much right now. Namely food, and hyping yourself up to talk to Lars about this.

A few cars pass out on the street outside, and your eyes are glued to the bright blue sky and those giant fluffy clouds that are floating idly by. You take another bite out of the roll, savoring the way the buttery crust melts on your tongue. The song changes to one particular pop number that you hate, and you aren’t even irritated about it. You find yourself having missed the small things.

You hear footsteps approaching from behind you, and Lars sets down two cups of black coffee with a cream puff in front of you. Eh. You’ll deal with the coffee being black with no sweetner for it.

“So,” He sits down, taking a sip of coffee. “I’m gonna need you to elaborate. Was there some kind of freak accident or something?”

You take a sip of coffee before answering, staring at the new plugs in his ears. They’re filled with stars, and it’s kind of cute. Looks nice on him.

“You want a short version, or the whole thing? Because there’s a lot.” You say, exhaling out a long breath. The coffee is good, despite the bitterness.

He looks around his shop for a second, shrugging when his eyes fall back on you. “Business has been extremely slow all day, I’ve got plenty of time.”

“Okay. Well.. technically this was yesterday? Ish? It’s been a blur. Anyway..”

You find yourself opening up to him more than you did with the others, and you think it’s because he might be the only person who maybe understands how you feel in this moment. Human, thrown into too much space bullshit just to try to survive.

��..and yeah. That’s about all of it.” You finish, taking a small sip of your coffee. 

Lars puts his face in his hands, sighing exaggeratedly. He’s been patiently listening this entire time, which is surprising for him.

“I need more coffee for this.” He says, getting up immediately to do so. It takes him a minute, but he comes back with a fresh cup for you both, and you’re thankful for it.

“Thanks.” You take a sip, and it’s nearly hot enough to burn your tongue.

“You know, I wouldn’t believe half the shit you just said if I didn’t actually know you. That’s nuts and utterly awful, even for it having to do with more gem bullshit.” He takes a drink, eyes roaming your face and hair. 

“Yeah. I know.” You reply. “But what is life around Steven if not life-threatening and ridiculous? You know how it goes.”

“Yeahhh.. you’re telling me. Oh, has Amethyst texted you since your ‘incident’ earlier?” He asks, lifting his hands to do the air quotations with his index fingers.

“I’m not gonna lie, I’ve ignored every notification that has popped up on my phone since leaving the house earlier.” You feel another buzz ironically inside your pocket. Ugh.

“You can’t ignore all your problems forever you know, you should probably text them back sooner rather than later. I’m sure they’re worried about you.”

“I’ll get to it in a bit.” You say with a huff.

“Hm.. it’s kind of funny how I’ve also been stranded against my will somewhere away from civilization, now that I think about it. It just wasn’t with an alien.. and it was at least on Earth.”

“Yeah that’s a weird coincidence, I didn’t even realize.” You feel half your face perk in a wry smile. “You’re lucky you had Sadie instead of Spinel though, Sadie’s.. so much nicer.” He rolls his eyes at that. “Can I ask you something Lars? If you don’t mind.”

“Yeah? Of course.” He replies, perking an eyebrow in question.

“How did you deal with dying? Or uh, anything of what happened to you in space?” You avoid his eyes for a moment, looking out the window. You can see the heat rising off the pavement from here.

“Oh, god.” You hear him take another drink of his coffee. “Not well, at first. The off-colors helped me tremendously in dealing with my problems. I’m pretty whatever about the whole thing now, honestly. I take it day by day, and keeping busy doing what I love at this shop is helping. Also, I wouldn’t wish this on anyone, as thankful as I am to be alive.” He points to his pink hair and face with his index finger, raising an eyebrow. “I hate the looks I get when I leave Beach City.”

“I’ll get used to it in time, probably. Still surprised when I look in the mirror." You sigh. You fix your eyes on the cup in front of you. “I also don’t want the gems to worry about me, and about what happened.”

“It’s something that took me quite a while to get used to. You’re wayyy more adaptable than I am, though, so I’m sure you’ll be a little quicker with it.” He says, running a hand through his hair and taking another drink of his coffee. “I’m sure they’ll worry about you regardless, and there isn’t really anything you can do about it. Kinda happens when they consider you family. Also, you’ve been through a lot. This isn’t just, like, breaking a leg or something.”

“I made the best of a shitty situation, and I’m alive and okay, it really isn’t a huge deal. I don’t want them walking on eggshells around me, or coddling me. I hate that. I’m not seventeen and stupid anymore.” 

Lars stares at you like you’re definitely seventeen and stupid, expression that says ‘I cannot believe you right now.’

“You’re literally traumatized, you fucking idiot.” He says, completely exasperated. “Stop acting like what you’ve been through is as common as the cold. It isn’t. It’s going to take you time, and them some time. Talk to them if you’re that bothered with it.”

You shrug at him, affronted. “It’s whatever. I just want a normal life again.” Is what you hear coming out of your mouth. 

“Your life stopped being normal the moment you accepted that babysitting job with the gems.” He rolls his eyes at you again, and you wanna kick him under the table. Just a little. “How are the gems dealing with Spinel by the way? I bet they thought they’d never have to fight another gem again, sheesh.”

“I was a little worried, but I think they’ll be fine honestly. They’ve dealt with worse. It probably helped that I was there to defend and vouch for her, really.” Someone passes the shop window, distracting your eyes for a second. A beat or two goes by, another car speeds down the street, and you wonder how Spinel’s doing right now. You hope Steven works his friendship magic on her, and you hope they become quick friends. They’re kind of like, two of the most important people to you. Oh, fuck. You think to yourself. Quick question, self? When the fuck did Spinel become that important to you? What the hell? Was it somewhere between hating her and dying for her?! You get the feeling you’re being watched all of a sudden so you look back over to Lars, and he’s studying your face with enough concentration to make you nervous.

“I feel like you’re still sitting on something that you want to talk about, but you’re too chickenshit to say it.” He says, full seriousness. You break eye contact, looking at your cup of coffee instead and sigh.

You and Lars have never been what you’d call good friends. Recently he’s been a lot better and you can actually talk to him like he’s a peer since he came back from space, but he used to be such a dick to Steven that you basically hated him, and you never hid that. You have no idea how he can see through you so well. 

“How can you even tell?”

“Your posture isn’t relaxed whatsoever. You’ve been sitting like someone strapped a yard stick to your spine.” He answers bluntly. “You’re normally a sloucher.”

“Don’t read me like that ever again.” You scowl. “I’m sitting on it because I’m not sure I want to verbalize it out loud, okay? And I haven’t talked to anyone about it..” You say, ignoring his pointed look at you.

“Y/N, unless you’re going to say that you want to move back in with your shitty parents, or that all of a sudden you believe in the existence of saint nicholas, it can’t be that strange to say considering everything else you’ve said.” He leans his chin on his hand, nudging his coffee cup slightly with his fingers. You think, maybe.. maybe you can trust him with this too. Another shadow passes by the window, but you ignore it in favor of the swirling thoughts in your head.

“I have feelings for Spinel,” You blurt out with about as much grace as ripping off a band-aid; just as he takes another drink of his coffee. He chokes on it, sputtering everywhere - the entry door swings open with a chime and a customer walks in. He stands up suddenly, coughing into his hand.

“Give me just a second,” He says, turning to the customer, and rushes away from the table to go cough violently into the sink behind the counter.

The customer stares at him.

“Are you open?” They ask, even though they just came through the open, unlocked bakery door. You know, with the clearly printed hours on the glass.

He gives a thumbs up, coughing into the sink again and wiping his face.

“Yeah, just come up to the counter and I’ll help you out.” He says, a few coughs coming out here and there. He gives you a particular look from across the shop, and you’re not sure how to interpret it. 

Your heart is beating wildly out of nervousness, and you kind of regret your honesty a little. Having feelings for a gem can’t be.. that weird. Right? Today is taking its toll on you already, and you’ve only been awake for a few short hours. You tune out Lars and the customer’s interactions, and pull out your phone instead. You should answer your messages. 

You can kind of see the customer glancing at you in the corner, and you try ignoring it. You answer Amethyst messages first to let her know that you’re fine.

[02:48] Amethyst: dude, dont just leave

[02:48] Amethyst: esp after something like that [02:48] Amethyst: im worried about you, you know you can talk to me about stuff if you want

[02:48] Amethyst: or if u want a lounge buddy for distractions ig 

[02:48] Amethyst: im here.

You feel bad that you rushed out like that on her, but you couldn’t stand in that kitchen anymore and you needed to be anywhere else but right there.

[05:32] Y/N: I’m fine, Amethyst.. I just needed some air.

[05:32] Y/N: Your concern is appreciated. Really.

[05:32] Y/N: Just needed to run away for a bit.

[05:32] Y/N: And I know. Thank you.

The customer talking to Lars is asking way too many questions about the gluten in the fruit fritters, and you can feel Lars’ annoyance from here. You see replies from Steven, and read those next. 

[03:10] Steven: Of course I’m your favorite, who else has this Universe charm? ;)

[03:10] Steven: I’m gonna pick up pizza for us later, you deserve some good food after all of this, lol.

[03:10] Steven: And what’s Amethyst saying about not letting you help me out?

[03:10] Steven: Are you not resting like I told you to? I said to take it easy. I know we were planning on adding in a bunch of new classes and recruiting more people to teach them, but I can have Pearl help me out with that. Maybe Buck. He owes me a big favor anyway.

[03:10] Steven: It doesn’t matter, I was gonna tell you to take the next week for yourself anyway, because you need to chill.

[03:11] Steven: I’ll be home in a couple hours, and if you wanted to cancel wednesday movie night, I understand. :(

You stare at your phone, trying to not be irritated like you want to. You don’t want to be replaced, responsibility-wise. You like helping Steven out. It makes you feel useful, and if you aren’t being useful, what’s the point. You feel like no matter what you say to him, he won’t care though. He’s really stubborn like that. You’ll take the next few days off for yourself regardless.

[05:35] Y/N: I’m just out rn okay, didn’t want to be cooped up at home. I went out for a walk because of how much I missed the sand.

[05:35] Y/N: And no, I think I need movie night now more than ever lol. Kinda just don’t want to lay around in bed.

Mere seconds pass of you replying to his texts, and he’s answered you back.

[05:35] Steven: Want it to just be the two of us, or would you be okay with me inviting Spinel and the others? 

[05:36] Steven: I might’ve hyped up Princess Diaries to her earlier, and well, this may be an easy way for her to be more.. at ease with everyone.

Oh thank god he asked. You didn’t want to seem desperate for her presence enough to suggest it. Also, he’s not wrong. You smile slightly to yourself as you reply to him.

[05:36] Y/N: Please do. :) That sounds fun.

Lars and the customer are now going back and forth about prices. You know he can handle himself, clearly, but you keep an ear perked in case this person goes full on karen-mode. You open Spinel’s messages last.

[02:52] Spinel: oops that wasnt what i was trying to send

[02:52] Spinel: [attachment received]

It’s another blurry picture, but it’s a candid shot of Pearl making a funny face while criticizing Steven about something. It’s actually fucking hilarious. You kinda want to send it to Amethyst.

[02:52] Spinel: shes been like this the last five minutes

[02:52] Spinel: its fun to watch

[02:52] Spinel: earth’s organisms are fun though so far

[02:53] Spinel: steven threw some food at the birds and i almost caught one

[02:53] Spinel: it pecked me 

You try not to laugh out loud at the mental image, wishing desperately that you could’ve seen this.

[05:36] Y/N: I was going to ask why, except I know the answer to that already. You deserved being pecked, stop heckling local wildlife you fucking birdbrain

Before you can type up another message, you hear the door jingle again as the customer leaves - drawing you out of looking directly at only your phone. You must’ve tuned out the last of their interactions, because Lars is standing in front of the table with crossed arms.

He’s staring at you, half an eyebrow perked; like he’s trying to read your mind. You can hear his foot tapping on the cold tile floor. You are not going to lie to yourself - if you could get up and abscond, you’d do exactly just that. He suddenly whips his arm out, placing it upon the back of your chair.

“Don’t even think about running away from this conversation, Y/N.” He says, the radio crackling a bit in the background. 

“Why would you think I want to run, Lars?” You avoid his eyes out of nervousness.

“Because I can see it in your eyes.” He plops back down in his seat, and sighs. His eyes haven’t moved from his gaze on you. “So. What the actual fuck?”

“Look. I didn’t even realize that I had these feelings until a couple days ago.. technically. Days on Golgotha. Not here, I mean.” 

He brings his hand up to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose in disbelief and scrunching his eyes. “You’re telling me.. that you have feelings for a gem that tried to kill Steven and yourself, after being stuck on a different planet with her for weeks?”

You’re staring at him, unmoving. A second or three passes.

“Don’t put it so plainly out there like that..” You groan. “I already feel stupid about this.”

“I’ve known you for years now, and you’ve refused any kind of prospect of romance. I watched you turn down several people, including fucking JENNY of all people. Where the hell is this coming from!?” God he’s so worked up about this that he’s half talking with his hands.

“Yeah because I was busy with Steven! Also I just wasn’t ..interested in anyone.” You level him with a look, slightly miffed about all of this.

“What made her different?!”

“I DON’T KNOW!” You hear your voice raise, heart beating wildly in your chest. You can feel the adrenaline running through you. “At first I thought it was because she didn’t treat me like a fragile meatbag! Or maybe because she took my shit and threw it back at me!! AND THEN SHE STARTED TO GET ALL CARING, LIKE, SHE ACTUALLY CARED ABOUT MY WELL-BEING? GENUINELY? And she wanted to be my friend EVEN after I treated her like shit!”

“Oh, my god. You DO have feelings for her!!!” He shouts accusingly, pointing his finger directly at you.

“I WASN’T LYING YOU IDIOT.” 

“Well?! What are you going to do about it?!” He implores, leaning into the table - practically knocking off his half cup of coffee.

“Nothing, probably,” You say, avoiding his eyes again.

“You’re joking.”

“What if I’ve been reading signals all weird, and she thinks humans are super gross?”

He levels you with a Look, one you deem The Judgemental Gaze of Judgement. He sighs for like the fifth time this conversation.

“Ugh! Give me your phone.”

“NO.” 

“Let me talk to her!” 

“DEFINITELY NO.” You hear your own voice echo throughout the room.

“Okay, so, you’re just going to steep in your own feelings and pretend you don’t have them? Really, Y/N?” 

“Well.. no. Maybe. I don't know.”

“You’re being stupid.” He says with a roll of his eyes. “What are you actually afraid of?”

“...what if she can only see me as a friend?” You reply, a bit nervously. 

“It’s not the worst thing ever, honestly. At least she’d still be your friend, take it from me..” He glances at his phone on the table for a moment, a notification popping up. “But I don’t know. I haven’t met her yet, but if she’s everything you’ve said to me so far.. I think you might be a little dumb about this.”

“I’m not saying you’re right, but I’ll keep it in mind.” 

“If I happen to see her in the next week, I’m telling her if you haven’t by then.” He says with a perk of his eyebrow, tone half mocking. 

“If I catch wind of that happening I’ll set your shop on fire.” You reply, deadpan. His eyes get large.

“No arson!” He points to the center of your torso, like this would be a thing you’d actually do. “Anyway, I gotta get back to making a new batch of what I dropped earlier before the delivery I’m supposed to receive in an hour gets here. You’re welcome to stay if you wanna help me out. I had 3 part timers quit in the last month.”

“Bet they left because you suck at being a manager.” You say, pocketing your cell phone and standing up. “And as much as I’d like to keep busy right now, it’s best I be getting back soon anyway.”

“I’m a great manager, for the record! Just unlucky. Thankfully the off-colors help out plenty, even if most of them are preoccupied doing things for themselves now. Let me know if you know anyone that wants any part time hours? I’m flexible.” He also stands up, pushing his chair in and grabbing both cups of coffee - now empty. He gives you a look before smiling a little. “I’m glad you’re alive and well, Y/N. And really. Talk to Spinel. Even if it doesn’t go anywhere, you’ll feel a lot better getting it off your chest.”

“Yeah, yeahhhhhh. We’ll see.” You reply with an eye roll, and head out the door.

-

On your way home you stop by the boardwalk by Funland. The sun is beating down on you, but you don’t really mind this heat. It isn’t nearly as humid as on the surface of that awful place. It’s almost lovely compared to it. You sit on one of the nearby benches to zone out for a couple minutes, watching people and their dogs pass by as you internally fight yourself. 

You should talk to Spinel. You think briefly that you should just text her about it, and then immediately swat that thought away. That’s the cowards route. Get it the fuck together. You’ve been through so much shit already, and you’re this hung up on your feelings. Also, Spinel deserves a lot more than just a stupid text.

Oh my godddd, you do not want to put too much thought into this shit, it will just make you even more anxious around her. Ugh. Seriously, you've been through waaay more anxiety inducing scenarios than this, what's your deal? You feel your phone vibrate with a notification, and you pull it up to see that it’s a message from Steven saying that they’ll be home soon. It’s a bit after six by now, and you send him a reply saying that you’ll see him there.

The distant sounds of the crashing waves of the ocean put you at ease. You pocket your phone, and you notice Mr. Smiley talking to a couple kids with cotton candy forty feet away or so. He sees you, and you can see his eyebrows raise in confusion all the way over from here.

Ugh. You’re kind of tired of explaining what’s happened to you. You get up and leave to avoid any kind of conversation about it, opting to just go straight home instead.

-

You take your flip flops off as you walk through the sand up to Steven’s house. It’s warm, and the salty sea breeze tickles your skin. It’s making you a little reluctant to go up the stairs. You’re halfway up when you hear muffled voices coming from inside, quite a few actually. The rest of them must have got here before you did, oops. You hope they don’t implore too much about where you’ve been and why it’s taken so long.

Once you open the front door you feel a couple eyes turn to you, and you swallow the weird anxiety in your gut. 

“Y/N!” Peridot shouts from across the room, and you set your flip flops down on the ground near the door. “Jeez, took you long enough to get home.”

“Sorry, I took the long way home.” You reply, seeing her with Bismuth, Lapis and Pearl all chatting animatedly about something on the couch with each other. 

“You guys only got here a couple minutes ago anyway.” Amethyst snorts, walking into the kitchen after she gives you a discreet look-over to make sure you’re visibly okay. 

“Yeah but she’s the last one here, and that means she gets cleanup duty!” She retorts, giving you a pointed smirk from across the room.

“I feel like I should be exempt from cleaning duty for the next couple of weeks.” You walk over to the kitchen where Steven and Spinel are talking to Garnet about something, and your heart does this stupid, stupid little flip when you see her with the others. Her eyes gravitate over to you as she’s talking, something sparkling in them when she sees that it’s you - and tears her eyes away back to the others quickly.

What the hell. That was kinda weird. Steven looks over to you, and then to Peridot after he hears you. 

“I’ve volunteered to take over her responsibilities this week, anyway, so suck it Peridot.” He says, sticking his tongue out at her childishly. 

“You mean it?” You reply, feeling immense amounts of affection bubbling up inside for him. 

“Yeah, well, you’re not wrong about being exempt for now. Also I just love you.” He grins, shrugging at you. You walk over to his side, ruffling his thick brown curls.

“Steeeeven, what would I do without you?” You say, and you see Spinel watching you out of the corner of her eye as Garnet talks to her. “I miss when you were shorter than me, who am I supposed to use as a chinrest now? Amethyst? She’s too short.”

“Hey!” Amethyst huffs, flipping some of her hair over her shoulder. “Being this short is one of my best qualities.”

“I thought it was your obnoxious personality?” You raise an eyebrow in mockery at her.

“I thought that was yours.” You hear Spinel say as your heart jumps into your throat, and you whip your face to hers.

“You of all people cannot say that to me!” You hiss out at her automatically without missing a beat, and the others burst out laughing. Even Garnet. You feel your face heat up as Spinel grins, and whatever thoughts you had about her acting weird earlier vanish. When the laughter dies down, Steven looks over to her.

“I’ve gotta say, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone that talks to Y/N that way and gets away with it.” He says, still smiling and shaking his head.

“Really?” Her eyes light up at that, and she gives you a particular look that makes you want to smack her. “I guess I must be kinda special or somethin’.”

“No, you’re just too stupid to realize when I’m telling you off.” You reply, and she splutters with a glare while the others laugh boisterously again. 

It’s good to be in this kind of company again, you think. 

Steven grabs the three boxes of pizza on the counter that you just noticed were there. The smell is very enticing. “Since we’re all here, I’m gonna go set up the movie so I can finally eat because I am starrrrrving.” He says, dragging it on a bit dramatically as he walks up the stairs over to his loft bed. “You guys can join whenever!”

You follow him immediately, mainly because you want food. Also, Spinel’s looking at you in a way that makes you hyper aware of literally every single thing you’re doing, and you need to sit down and calm yourself before you have some kind of self-induced heart attack.

“You wanna sit on the bed? You get first pick since.. y’know.” He looks at you, setting the pizza boxes down on the floor by the foot of his bed.

“Nah, I want the beanbag.” You say as the others make their way up here, and you grab said seat from the corner of his room, dragging it to the spot you want on the far left opposite of the stairs and next to Steven’s bed. Peridot likes to throw things during dramatic moments and you’d prefer to not be placed in the crossfire again.

“Suuuit yourself.” He says, popping the dvd case open and inserting the disk into the system below the tv. Amethyst plops on his bed with a satisfied sigh, rolling over to the edge to grab a slice from the boxes on the floor. 

The rest of them come in, finding places to sit and lounge - all of them as loud as ever. You see Spinel off to the side by Pearl, and she looks like she doesn’t know where to sit. Eventually her eyes land on you - your heart doing a little flip, and you make a point to pat the ground next to you. Her eyes light up instantly. Not like you saved a seat for her or anything.

She gets over to you - having to stretch her leg waaay over to the side of the multiple gems in the center of the room making a commotion loudly over who gets to sit in front of the tv. She sits down next to you; wrapping her arms around her knees, her body language a little more at ease beside you than she was earlier.

You ignore your brain screaming about the implications. Just act normal, fucking idiot.

“You have fun today?” You turn your face to ask her, Bismuth bellowing out a laugh at something behind you.

“Yeah, I wasn’t expecting them to be so.. welcoming.” She says a bit quietly so the others don’t hear, pulling her gloved hand up to scratch at her cheek sheepishly. “I still don’t feel like I deserve this.” 

“Well, you do.” You lean forward, grabbing a slice of pizza and a napkin. “So you better get used to it.” Before you even take a bite, you notice her staring at you. Steven’s cursing out the dvd player for giving him issues, and Pearl’s tutting him for his language. “What? You wanna try?”

“No. It just looks weird.” She replies, scrunching her face.

“Spinel.” You look at her, deadpan. “Unless you try it, you don’t get to judge pizza. Even Amethyst likes it.” You take a bite, melty cheese easily pulling off the slice. Her eyes go kinda wide, watching you - and then her face gets suspiciously smug.

“Wow, what is that? Kinda similar to how much I can stretch-” You give her a kick with your bare foot, and she chokes out a laugh. You roll your eyes, taking another bite. Her constant teasing makes your heart grow fonder, and that fact irritates you.

“Finally!” Steven says, pressing the play button on the menu. Guess he finally got it to work. He sits on his bed where his pillows are, Amethyst up at the front. The others are lounging around the rest of the room as the volume dies down.

The movie starts to play, and you settle comfortably in your beanbag. Once you’re done adjusting yourself, Spinel leans half her side and props her elbow up on your chair, resting her chin on her hand. She’s close enough to where you can feel the heat emanating off her slightly. She’s most comfortable around you, clearly. 

You’ve seen the princess diaries many, many times as it’s one of Steven’s favorite movies - he starts singing ‘stupid cupid’ and you join along, earning a wink from him. Spinel makes comments here and there about the absurdities of royalty here, and several human traditions that the other gems laugh and nod in agreement. She seems to like it though, as she laughs pretty hard at a couple scenes.

You're content, you feel. You didn't think you'd get to experience this like, ever, with her.

Two thirds through the movie and several slices of pizza later, you notice Spinel watching you more than the movie out of the corner of your eye. You try not to be self-conscious about it, but you wish you could ask her if you have something on your face without alerting the others around you. She lays her arm down on your beanbag, parallel to yours resting against your thigh; and you have a quiet moment of panic because your immediate thought is to grab her hand and hold it.

Okay. You need to calm the fuck down, first of all. You’re getting way ahead of yourself. Also, the thought of anyone of them seeing that makes you want to run outside into the ocean to never return. You spend the rest of this movie consumed with so many thoughts about Spinel beside you that you don’t realize that the movie has already ended with the credits rolling, and the others are chatting and stretching their limbs from their stationary positions on the floor.

“Okay, do we want to watch another movie, or call it a night guys?” Steven asks, and a few of the others immediately all say they want to watch another movie. 

“Okay but what exactly are we watching?” You turn your face to look at him. “Because I don’t want to watch the sequel.”

“But I loooooooooove the sequel!!!” He cries out, putting a hand on his chest in mock offense. “It has Chris Pine’s dreamy eyes!”

“There’s another one?” Spinel interjects, raising an eyebrow. “But they didn’t really leave room for continuation.”

“Exactly my point.” You reply. “It’s a bad sequel.”

“It’s not! You just hate good fun!” Steven whines.

“I kinda wanna watch it. I like the part when she pushes him into the fountain.” Amethyst chuckles, stuffing a room-temperature slice of pizza into her mouth in a single bite.

“Sweet! Then we’re watching it.” He says smugly, getting up to change the dvd out.

“You’re so biased it’s not even funny.” You groan, flopping your head back on the beanbag dramatically. “Next time I get to pick.”

“No! You always pick horror movies!” You see Steven whip his head towards you from the corner of your eye.

“Alien is a classic though. And besides, you always pick fucking romantic comedies my guy.” You retort.

“Yeah, how can you not get enough of them?” He sighs happily. “They always end good.”

“Alien ends good..” You pout, and hear him snort a little. “The cat lives.”

The movie starts, and you try to not zone out after the first ten minutes. Spinel makes several comments about ‘who the fuck is this guy? Where’s that guy she kissed in the last movie?’ and you get the joy of being the one to explain to her that sometimes, sequels are just Like That.

An hour or so in of you only half paying attention to the movie, and you think you see Spinel’s eyes droop.

Is she.. is she tired?

Another twenty minutes pass, and yeah, she’s definitely tired. She’s leaning against her hand on your beanbag again, a mere foot or so from yourself. You catch her drifting off a little - hand slipping - quietly startling herself awake. It’s so cute. You’ve never seen her this sleepy before. It’s strange, gems don’t get tired.. You think, briefly, of what that might imply. When was the last time she slept, you wonder? You worry a little about it - clearly she needs some rest if she’s nodding off right here. 

By the time the movie is done and the credits are rolling, she’s got half her head curled into her arm that’s digging into your side, completely asleep. It makes your heart swell to see her like this. Steven turns his bedside lamp on, illuminating most of the room in a warm glow.

“Well! I’m beat.” He says, grinning and turning his face to you. “Did Spinel like the movies?”

“I’d ask her, but..” You look at him, shrugging and pointing to her.

“Is she asleep?” He whispers, some of the others looking over in your direction and away from their quiet conversations. For some reason your heart rate speeds up.

“Yeah, I wasn’t expecting her to pass out. It isn’t really like her to be this tired.” You reply. Your legs are numb from lack of circulation, and you stretch them out in front of you.

“Spinel.. sleeps?” An eyebrow shoots up into his hairline that has you feeling strange about what you had just said.

“I mean, yeah? It’s not that weird, Amethyst does it sometimes.” 

“Yeah, that’s because I’m just lazy. But you don’t see me sleeping on you.” Amethyst chuckles lowly, a slow grin spreading on her face. 

“What the hell are you implying?” You ask, feeling your face start to heat up. 

“Nothing! She must trust you a lot is all, sleeping like that.” She laughs a little. “She looks kind of like a lapdog.”

“Don’t call her a dog, jeez.” You roll your eyes, pushing down the blush on your face. 

“Look at you, defending her even when she can’t defend herself, when earlier you were so easy to insult her.” Pearl says from across the room, putting a finger to her lip and looking smug. “You know…”

“Alright, enough picking on Y/N. I wanna go to bed.” Steven says with a yawn, and the others file out of his loft down the stairs without much of a fight.

“Does she have a bed in her new place?” You watch her shoulders rise and fall with her breathing.

“No, er, she has a bedroom though. Wasn’t expecting her to be the sleeping type, honestly. I’ll get with Bismuth tomorrow about it. Shouldn’t take long, though. She can sleep on the couch tonight if anything.” He says, taking his socks off and flinging them across the other side of his room into the pile of laundry he has there.

"Alright." You say, thinking about several things at once. Hm. She looks so soft right now, and it's taking like, all of your self control to not stroke her head. It sucks that you've got to wake her. 

Steven gets up to go to the bathroom and brush his teeth before sleeping, and makes a comment about his floor better not ‘be occupied’ when he comes back. You roll your eyes, smiling at him fondly. You love his teen attitude.

Very gently, you shake Spinel's shoulders a little. You're actually surprised when she lifts her head a little, slow blinking and confusion all over her face. She's got lines pressed into her face where she slept a little too hard against her arm. It's extremely endearing. 

"Did I pass out?" She asks, rubbing her eyes but still looking very drowsy.

"Yeah. We finished the other movie. The others went off on their own, and Steven's going to sleep."

You lead the gem down the stairs, careful to not let her sleep-heavy self trip. You sit her on the couch, and walk away to grab the spare blankets from the cupboard for her. You pass Steven coming out of the bathroom on your way back over, him giving the both of you a peace sign and telling you to get decent sleep. He also apologises to Spinel in case she hears any snoring coming from him.

Once he’s out of sight, you place the spare blankets and pillow next to her on the couch. 

“Are you gonna be okay out here? Let me know if you need anything.” Leaning your hands on your hips, you give her a quick look-over. She’s tired, clearly, but a little more awake than before.

She looks at you hesitantly, like she wants to say something, but is unsure how.

"What?" You whisper at her. "Is there something wrong?"

"Um.." She looks away momentarily, like she's nervous to admit something. It's making you anxious.

"Spit it out, Spinel." You say, and it comes out a little harsher than intended. 

"I don't know if I can sleep. I've had.. really bad nightmares every time I've tried, so I stopped trying. It's been weeks.." She trails off, avoiding your eyes. "That nap earlier was the most solid sleep I've had in a while."

Oh. You.. you weren't expecting her to say that. You feel horrible about it, actually..

"Do you want to sleep with me?" You hear the words coming out of your mouth, horrified at what it kind of implied. "I-I mean, um, maybe having another person next to you might help you sleep?" You quickly correct yourself, feeling your face heat up in mortification. Yeah yeah idiot, ask the gem to sleep with you god what the hell is wrong with you.

Thankfully, you think she’s too tired to really catch on to that, as she kind of looks a little.. sheepish when her eyes lock on to yours.

“You’re not just sayin’ that, right? To be nice?” You think you see her wring her hands nervously in her lap, and you’re confused by it. Why the hell is she nervous?

"You think I'm purposefully nice?" 

"Well.." She gives you a look. 

"Come on." You say with a sigh. "My bed is big enough for the both of us, and it's comfier than this couch." 

She follows you to your bedroom, and your heartbeats pick up pace. Calm down. Sure, this is like, completely new territory for the both of you. She's seen where you live, what you're like around other people, and now she's about to see your room. It almost feels.. strangely intimate. You have no idea why this particular thought puts you on edge. Like you're.. waiting on something. 

You open your bedroom door, the both of you shuffling inside and closing the door behind you with a solid click. She looks around at the walls, intrigued by many of the things you've put up as decoration. You watch her for a moment, your brain repeating the words 'Spinel is in my bedroom' like a mantra.

"Hmmm." Is all she says, and you feel a little insulted for some reason.

"Why do I feel like you're making fun of me by saying that?"

"I like it. Reminds me of you." She gives you a cheeky smile, and you don't know if you'd rather slap her or kiss her.

All of a sudden you realize you're alone with her, like actually alone, without anyone having the ability to hear you. Not that there is anything to hear..

You shake your skull, dismissing the thoughts in your head. You're not going there today, brain. It's time to sleep.

"Before I lay down, I'm gonna change into better clothes. Make yourself comfortable." You say as you walk over to your closet, and immediately grab a tank top because you know you'll be warm. You also grab another pair of shorts. You make quick work of going out to the bathroom to change and to brush your teeth, and by the time you get back to your bedroom, she's looking at all the photostrips you have with Steven.

You pull back your blankets, sitting down on the surface of your bed and setting your phone on your nightstand.

"Aren't you tired?" You say with a yawn, and she turns to you. 

"Very." She's halfway to the bed when you stop her before she gets in, and she gives you a perplexed look.

"This is gonna sound weird, but I don't want you in my bed wearing those."

"My.. clothes?" She gives you a look, half a grin forming on her face - her canines shining a little in the dim light of your bedroom. "Are 'ya saying you want me in there naked?"

"No, stupid! It's just, you wear those clothes everywhere, and it feels unsanitary to-"

"Yeah, yeah, calm down you brat. I get it.” She gets this kind of.. excited look on her face, eyes brightening. “Am I gonna get to steal your clothes then?”

“Pick whatever you want from my closet I guess.” You say, and watch her rifle through your clothes.

“You have a lot of sweaters in here.” 

“Sweaters are comfy. They’re my favorite thing to wear.” You state, the feeling of being on edge still fully not going away. 

It’s strange, being this casual with her. Like you didn’t meet her under the circumstances you did, and didn’t go through all of that with her either. You haven’t really had many close friends in your life, but you like to think that if you had met her differently, you’d still eventually form some kind of tentative.. friendship, or whatever you call this, with her. Halfway friends, halfway something else. See now you’re just being too hopeful, because technically she hasn’t brought up feelings at all. Or that kiss. Or whatever the fuck she was going to say before she left you on the hill.

“-were you wanting to watch me change, or should I go to the bathroom?” You’re torn out of your thoughts by the sound of her voice, and you feel your face heat up as you tear your eyes away. How embarrassing. It's not like she can read your thoughts though, right? 

“Was spacing, sorry. I’ll look away.” You keep your face turned towards your phone, checking the time and thinking momentarily about setting an alarm. You hear the shuffling sounds of moving fabric and boots hitting the ground, and forego the alarm altogether. Who’re you kidding yourself, you’re not waking up early. 

Before you realize it, she’s pulling the covers away on the other side of you and you feel a weight dipping into the mattress beside you. You're getting jitters in your stomach as you turn to catch her eye, because she's got one of your oversized Sadie Killer band tees on that's large enough that the top half of her gem is peeking out, and her hair isn't up in twintails anymore and now you're just staring at this point. The fact that you can see the entirety of her neck as well as the area around her collarbones has you feeling some way that you just know is absolutely showing on your face. You've never seen her show this much skin.

"What.." She gets this sort of stubbornly shy look when she realizes you're staring at her, her cheeks coloring faintly. She looks so different like this.. vulnerable, mostly. She doesn't have her gloves on, and you're pretty sure she's wearing a pair of your shorts as well because you can see her bare legs. "Is there something on my face? Don't give me that look."

"No, I just wasn't expecting to see you with your hair down."

"It doesn't look weird does it?  I wasn't-"

"Shut up, you look cute.. and very non-threatening." You say, throwing in the jab with a bit of a smirk.

She rolls her eyes, scowling a bit. You think you see her cheeks darken ever so slightly, but it could also be a trick of the dim light in your room and the lines on her cheeks. You'd love to see just how far you can push those buttons of hers sometime. The look on her face when she's frustrated is probably one of your favorites, but you'd only ever admit that to yourself.

"Oh, I'll show you threatening.." She replies with a glint in her eye, the corner of her lips twitching. 

"Pfft, go to sleep. You're about as threatening as a chihuahua." You retort, feeling that smirk grow a little wider, but also seeing her reach for her cell phone. "Spinel, I forbid you from looking that up until the morning."

"Uggggggghhhh, you can't tell me what to do!" She flops down onto the bed next to you, magenta hair messily all around her head. She fixes it with a huff, giving you a dirty look that you find amusing as you lower yourself into the blankets you're sharing with her. "If I wasn't so tired I'd fight you."

"Oh, I'm sure." You reply with a chuckle, turning to the center of the bed to face her.

She turns her head to look at you, face drawn in a glare and yet her eyes are so very warm. Your eyes are caught here with hers for a moment, and you feel your breath catch in your throat. Two.. three seconds pass, and you're pretty sure she's looking at your mouth. She looks like she's about to say something, her lips parting ever so slightly.

And then she flops over to her other side, and you're left laying there wondering what in the fuck was that.

Ugh. You hate girls. And aliens.

"Don't let me sleep forever." She mumbles, and you lean over to your lamp to switch it off.

"No promises." The room is blanketed in darkness in a single click, and you switch on your salt lamp before leaning your head down on your pillow, back flat against the bed. There's still a tiny bit of light coming from the glow of the moon through the blinds, and you pull your blanket up to your chest. You try getting comfortable, and it's.. fairly difficult when you're hyper aware of the person next to you.

"Would it be too much to ask if you could.. y'know.." You hear her say, almost too quiet for you to hear. You think your heart does a little backflip inside your chest.

"Are you asking me to cuddle you?!" You reply, barely being able to hold the mirth in your voice back.

You hear her sigh aggravatingly, and you roll over to put an arm around her waist before she can protest. 

"You are so annoying." She spits out.

"Whatever. I knew you liked being the little spoon." You grin smugly behind her back, siphoning all the warmth from her as you can. Your knees are almost hitting the back of hers, and because of how squishy your bed is, this is the closest you think you've ever been to her as you're basically flush with her body. It's comfortable, and intimate, and you're trying to not think about how easy it'd be to just.. confess your feelings to her.

"Shut it." You hear her say; and you just know she's rolling her eyes even if you can't see her, and smiling regardless. 

Silence envelops the both of you, and you're feeling sleep start to catch up with you when all of a sudden you feel her arm move, and then her soft fingers are tentatively being entwined with yours.

Your heart speeds up tremendously and all you can hear is the blood pounding in your ears. Your face is on fucking fire, and you can feel it. She has to know that you're having an internal fucking panic right now, you're like a hundred percent sure your hand is shaking. What the fuck do you do? Are you gonna talk about this? Is this what's happening? 

A mere minute passes that feels like a lifetime of you fighting with yourself. As soon as you open your mouth to say something, you hear steady sounds of breathing coming from her.

Oh.

She's fallen asleep holding your hand.

You blow out the breath you didn't realize you were holding, and stifle the laugh that wants to come out of your mouth.

You think, maybe, that you love her.

You watch the back of her head until you get tired, and fall asleep fairly easily, her hand warm in yours.

#spinel x reader #su #spinel #steven universe #distant lands #my fic #part one of end lol #its long as FUCK

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Late Night Confessions...With Father Jimin (Chapter Three)

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘼 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙝. 𝙈𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚, 𝘼 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙣𝙪𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: Romance, Smut, Forbidden Relationship

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔(𝓈): Threesome!, impregnation kink, orgasm denial, oral (f & m receiving), Cum kink(?), Plot twist!, Sexy men alert, Fake Priest! Jimin, Fake Nun! Reader, step-sibling incest, sad Yoongi

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈: 3k+

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔(𝓈): Jimin x Reader, Hoseok x Reader

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“So you’re actually a good guy?” Jimin grips your hand, as all the memories of you crying about how your step brother used to mistreat you came to mind. You hadn’t exactly painted him in the best light, and Hoseok knew this as well. He could tell from the trembling of the young Bishop’s hands as his grip around your fingers tightened, and he held you close to him almost lovingly. But Hoseok knew better than that, you weren’t the type to fall so easily. You hadn’t even fallen for Hoseok himself, and he was the biggest ladies’ man he knew. There is something special about the way you look at each other, and it makes his blood boil as he watches your small interactions. You used to be his bitch, after all. As derogatory as it was, you still belonged to him, physically. 

“I know you don’t trust me, but I am trying to be a good guy, just for her.” He whispers into Jimin’s ears, sending shivers down his spine. Jimin doesn’t trust him, but he can sense how you seem to have unwavering loyalty towards him. Even after hearing how Hoseok “converted” to the good side, and is helping track down his mafia boss father, he still doesn’t buy it.

“So, we were planning to have a bit of fun and thought you might want to join...since we had a pretty nice time last night.” You wink, hoping to lighten the mood so Jimin would still want to fuck you. You know how he thought of Hoseok, but you wanted to change that, just so he could see the type of person he was now. You do wonder if he’s the same in bed, though, but your heart is more faithful towards Jimin. You want him to be here with you, so he can hold you and whisper sweet nothings to you afterwards. 

“Are you sure? I thought you were uncomfortable with him.” You bite your lip, surprised that he was thinking of you. Sweet, caring Jiminie. Always selfless. Except he wasn’t. He wants you all to himself, but one night won’t hurt.

“Let’s settle this the old fashioned way. Who do you want, doll? Me or Jimin?” Your heat is throbbing as you rub your thighs together, staring at them both in turns.

“I want you both...please.” Your response comes out like a hushed whisper, only loud enough for you to hear.

“What was that, baby? You want us both to fuck you?” You mewl as Hoseok’s breath is shallow against your ears, and you close your eyes as he bites down and leaves a mark behind your ear.

“Jiminie…” You hold his hand, gripping it between your fingers as he looks at Hoseok with uncertainty.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes first. C’mon, Jimin.” Jimin obeys him, quietly undressing you, careful not to disturb any of the sleeping priests. Granted, they are on the other side of the hall, but he still likes to be cautious.

“This wet already? We’ve barely touched you.” He finds the words falling from his lips as he pulls your cream-colored lace panties down. His fingers settle in your hole, making you let out low moans as he rubs your g-spot with excellent precision.

“You’re so slow. I wonder, are you bored, doll?” Hoseok’s words ire Jimin, as he begins pumping his fingers with more force, the room filling up with wet, lewd noises as you get closer to your climax.

“Oh fuck, Jimin I’m gonna come, ohhh just like that.” You shut your eyes, trying to limit your moans as he adds his wet tongue in as well. The pink muscle darts in and out of your entrance, making your nipples stand tall and erect. Hoseok takes this time to strip himself and position himself behind you, rubbing your mounds between his fingers, and teasing your breasts.

“So pretty and pink, should I let her come for us, Hoseok?” He’s completely gone, in his place a crazy sex demon sits, between your legs.

“I don’t know, maybe. Do you deserve to come, baby?” He asks, his raspy voice sending you over the edge.

“Yes, I’ve been a good girl, please I need to come, shit!” Curses fall from your lips as Jimin’s lips move across your body, kissing and marking you all over with his teeth and tongue. You buck your hips, making him suck the pearl in even harder, your entire body giving up on holding back.

“So much for holding it in. We didn’t say you could cum, messy girl.” Hoseok’s voice rattles you, as you try to recover from the mind-blowing orgasm courtesy of Jimin.

“Maybe we oughta fuck some sense into her.” Jimin’s suggestions make your eyes roll back into your head, and Hoseok’s approving nod only worsens it. Your poor pussy.

“That sounds like a good idea, but I think she’d like that. We’re supposed to punish her.” Hoseok’s fingers trail down to your clit and you hiss as he four in at once, scooping out some cum to taste. He looks so erotic, licking your cum off his digits.

“I have an idea. Y/N, turn around.” You obey Jimin’s orders, turning around to come face to face with Hobi’s gigantic dick.

“Go on, suck it babe.” Jimin stops you from moving.

“Not like this, here, come here.” Before you know it, you’re warm. You’re being filled up, Hoseok fucking your throat as Jimin fucks you from the back. Your body is a bit sore from all the sex, but you feel fucking amazing. The endorphins are making your skin glow.

“You still take my cock so well, after all these years.” Considering you hadn’t slept with him in two or three years, it’s not forever ago. But you must agree, it’s been a long time since you’ve tasted him. And he tastes amazing.

“Ohhh and her pussy is the best, look how pretty it looks covered in my cum.” Jimin slightly traces your clit in circles with his thumb, slowing down in his thrusts as he repeats the motion again, just to show Hoseok the finished product.

“Oh by the end of the night she’s gonna be so full with our cum that she won’t be able to move.” Hoseok’s words strike a chord in you as you realize what he meant. He wants to fill you up, and you have no problem with that. But teenage Hoseok would be super against it. You aren’t even on Birth Control! And then you realize that Jimin is fucking you raw.

“Why so deep in thought, babe? Thought you liked this?” You frown as they switch positions, Hoseok preparing to slide into you as Jimin nudges you so you’re lying on your side.

“I do...just...what if I get pregnant?” 

“I gotchu.” Hoseok throws a bottle of pills on the little side table a little away from you.

“Even if you get pregnant, you know I’ll support you,” Jimin’s words make your heart flutter but then all your thoughts dissolve into nothing as Hoseok slides into your cavern, your walls clenching around him in a familiar manner. Your body takes him in with ease, the muscle memory reactivating. Jimin however, is not making you any less tense. You were expecting to see the same vanilla boy you witnessed the night prior, but he’s nowhere in sight, replaced by this rough, kinky version, whom you love to deepthroat. “Fuck, your mouth is so perfect, and your lips look fucking amazing wrapped around my cock. Take it baby, take it!” You moan around his dick, really for both of them as Hoseok’s pace catches up to Jimin’s and sure enough they are playing a game of push and pull.

“You’re so loose for me baby, so perfect.” Hoseok’s comment, followed by a slap to your ass cheek makes you blush bright red, and Jimin lets you breathe for just a second, allowing you to regroup before his dick bounces against the back of your throat and his cum shoots into your mouth and all around.

“Let me feel her hyung. I wanna fuck your cum into her, mix it with mine. Oh we are going to make the most beautiful Jimin-Hobi-Y/N babies ever.” You blush at his words, again not able to do anything more than moan as Jimin rolls his hips above yours and then fucks you into the mattress, the bed squeaking in protest from the force.

“I’m gonna come again, Jimin, Hobi-AHHHH!” You scream, as your cum mixes with his, and both the men take turns spitting and making sure it stays in. “Shit, were you trying to impregnate me?” You ask, barely able to stand up as they laugh into your thighs.

“Babe, how did you not realize it before? We’ve been working together this entire time.” Your eyes widen as Jimin reveals it to you.

“What?” You’re astounded.

“You see, the real bishop is alive but I had to get him out of the scene so I had him drink this stuff that nullifies your heartbeat for a few minutes, so that Father Yoongi would think he’s dead.” Hoseok explains.

“And then knowing Yoongi would make the choice, I stepped out and presented myself to him, ready to become the new Bishop.”

“After that, I purposefully had the nuns move you to the church.”

“Where I would be. It was never in our plan for me to fall in love with you, but I guess it just happened.” Jimin’s laugh sounds like a chorus of Angels.

“W-wait, what did you just say?”

“I would’ve been in the church when you arrived?”

“No, after that.” You sit up in the bed, ignoring the soreness in your muscles.

“It was never a plan for me to...fall in love with you?” His words make your heart flutter again.

“You love me?” 

“Aaaand it looks like that’s my cue to leave.” You shake your head.

“Sorry Hobi, but I think I feel the same way about him so we have to stop. Besides, we’re siblings, right?” He grins at you, not wanting to express the disappointment in his heart.

“Yeah. That’s fine. This was a one-time thing, anyways.” You close your eyes and lean in to kiss your lover as Hoseok closes the door to take a shower. Alone.

“Sorry for being rough. Or did you like it?” You nod, burying your face in his smooth, naked chest as he looks at you with love in his eyes. He really does love you.

Meanwhile, Hoseok is in the bathroom, ignoring the sounds coming from the two of you, concentrating more on his next moves as the son of a mafia boss. Once they catch your father, he’ll be set free. And where will the money go? It’s not like all of the money was his to begin with.

He hopes the cops will give him a generous reward that will make him able to move forth. He didn’t want to assume they would let him go, since he had committed a handful of crimes as well. He wishes he could turn back time, and do everything correctly from the start, including you.

He had always loved you, more than a sibling from the start. He never meant for things to get this far, but seeing you in the arms of another man made him a little angry. He was the one who hired the thief, since Jimin was a good friend of his for a while. He did not think the man would steal your heart in the process, though. Maybe this is karma, or the universe telling him he needs to move on and find someone more suitable for him. Someone who will accept him for all his flaws.

The next day Hoseok is ready to leave. You hug him goodbye, and Jimin does the same.

“Take care, Hobi.” He nods in your direction, happy that you could unwind for a bit and calm down without worrying about any outside threats.

                                           °—✞—˚✧ * ✧˚—✞—°

“What’s on your mind?” Jimin asks you one fine night after you’ve had some fun in the confession box.

“I’m just nervous about how things are gonna be after this entire thing is over. Like are we just gonna resume our normal lives like nothing ever happened and never see each other again?”

“Whoa, whoa, I wouldn’t go that far, but I will say you have a good point.” You wait for a speech or some sort of sweet suggestion to cheer you up. But it never comes.

“Is that it?” You ask, but he doesn’t budge. “I’m going to bed.” As you storm off, you catch sight of Father Yoongi lurking in the hallways. At this point, you don’t even care if he heard you having sex with Jimin. It’s become a regular occurance.

“I know what you’re going to say but before you say it I have a very good explanation.” Jimin thinks he’s been caught, but the Priest has known about the affair for months. He lets out a soft chuckle before starting, “Girls are a mystery. Ever since I was born I’d always wonder what it is about women that make them so different. As I got older I discovered one.) the obvious difference, and two.) their feelings,” Jimin doesn’t dare interrupt as the priest continues to speak. “Growing up, I wasn’t the most expressive person, but my wife sure was.”

“W-wife?” This catches his attention.

“Mmhmm. And a son. I had both. We were all so happy.” His eyes well up with tears, and Jimin grabs a handkerchief out of his pocket for the older male.

“What happened?” He asks in a slight whisper.

“They both died. There was a terrorist attack around the same area we were staying in and I had a business trip so I wasn’t there with them when it happened,” Jimin goes silent.

“We met when we were in middle school, who knew my first crush would be the love of my life?” He looks reminiscent, making Jimin’s features soften in turn.

“I became a priest after that, since God was the only one I could turn to. I could never move past that, after my entire family left me behind.” Jimin stays silent. He has no response. How do you respond to something like that?

“I love Y/N, with all my heart, and thinking about potentially never seeing her again...I can’t stand it.”

“Then don’t. Tell her how you feel. Tell her with your words, she can’t read your mind. Go to bed, it’s getting late.” Jimin nods, following the priest’s advice. At least now he understands why he looks so sad all the time.

The next day, Jimin steps into the kitchen to prepare a meal for you. He makes sure to hide all of the delectables from the others, as they would definitely steal. Priests and nuns weren’t supposed to love each other in a romantic way anyways, so he wouldn’t have been able to show everyone what he was doing for you.

Later that evening, away from everyone, he guides you to the garden to show you his work. A beautiful picnic blanket along with flowers and food. You feel so loved. Jimin sits down and explains how sorry he is to you, and that he didn’t realize the depth of his words. He explained his fears and hopes for the future, and how he wanted you to be there with him, wherever that was.

You give him a kiss on the cheek, happy that he told you what he was thinking. “I’m sorry for not expressing myself to you.” He pouts, making you laugh as you bring your lips down to meet his. You happily roll over to see that Yoongi, among all of the other priests and nuns are watching you both intently.

“Fuck.” You curse under your breath as they storm over to you. Everyone except Yoongi looks disappointed.

“I-I knew there was something going on here, but not this!” Father Jin crinkles his nose in disgust.

“This is crazy, who allowed this nonsense?” A nun who you can’t remember the name of sticks her tongue out in disgust.

“Father Yoongi is the only one who’s not surprised by this, care to explain-” He holds his hand up, making everyone pause. He steps in front of you and Jimin, turning to the clergy.

“They aren’t who you think they are. Bishop Francis is in danger so we have Jimin, and Sister Rosemary is in hiding. That will be all, thank you for your concern, but it’s not their jobs to be priests or nuns.” Everyone leaves, surprisingly, and Jimin is even more shocked that Yoongi defended him.

“Thank you.” He hugs the older priest and you look up at him, gratefully.

“I didn’t wanna keep lying to them. Thank you for telling them.” You bite your lip as Yoongi nods in your direction.

“It was about time. The cops have your father. Hoseok’s on his way to pick you up and drop off the bishop.” Yoongi’s revelation just makes you happier.

“Did you say ‘us’?” The priest nods and Jimin jumps up and down in joy, kissing you passionately before setting you down.

“He’s gonna let us stay together.” You smile resting your head on your beloved’s shoulder as the priest makes his way back into the building.

“So, you aren’t a real nun, huh?” Sister Anne asks.

“Nope.” You smile, folding your clothes and humming to yourself.

“Did you ever tell the truth?” Asks Sister Levy.

“She probably lied about everything.” Sister Jen tsks. You sigh, turning to the three nuns, ashamed.

“Actually, I was telling the truth about my stepbrother. I actually did-” They respond by glaring at you. 

“Sister, c’mon, Hobi’s here.” You make your way to the door, bouncing on the balls of your feet as everyone follows you and Jimin to see who your brother is.

“Guess what.” Hoseok wiggles his eyebrows at you as you kiss his cheek.

“What?”

“The cops were so proud of me that they gave me a $5,000 check. Dad’s money all got transferred to me, and I’m basically a super-rich jobless guy now.” He says.

“You’re gonna give us some money, right?” You ask, clutching Jimin’s hand.

“Better yet; I’m gonna fund your entire wedding and honeymoon, at full-price.” Yours and Jimin’s mouths fall open.

“M-Marriage?! But we aren’t even-”

“When you decide, don’t worry, take your time.” He winks, pulling open the van door.

“‘Ello, was this the sister you wanted me to meet?” A pretty brunette with a cute Australian accent greets you in the car.

“Yep. Amy, meet my sister, Y/N. Y/N, this is my girlfriend. I met her when I was trying to track dad down. She’s working with the CIA and she was doing a top-secret mission when I ran into her and she knocked out two of her teeth on my forehead.”

“Awww, so romantic.” You gush.

“Not anymore, though, look at them now, good as new.” You like her, you can tell she’s a keeper.

“I can see that. So, where are we headed to?” You ask your brother.

“Anywhere but here.”

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As You Were (Chapter 5)

Fandom: The Last of Us | Pairing: Joel x OC | Content: Fix-it | Rating: Mature

Masterpost

When Joel and Ellie take a wrong turn on their journey from Pittsburgh to Wyoming, they find themselves lost in, what feels like a time warp: a beautiful place with a dark and dangerous secret. While there, they meet Cici and Noah, a mother and son fighting tirelessly for survival, and who have recently endured a terrible tragedy on their family farm. Amidst their joint desire to find hope for the future, the two groups decide set out west together, changing the course of the story (as we know it), and the very course of their lives.

This is an AU, starting after the events of the Summer chapter in the first game, and extending into the timeline of the second game. Joel lives.

Chapter 5: Living Room Jam Session

"There are a million ways we should have died before today, and a million ways we can die before tomorrow. But we fight, for every second we get to spend with each other. Whether it's two minutes, or two days, we don't give that up. I don't wanna give that up."

That night, Cici went out to the circuit breaker next to the shed, and she switched on the electric fence. It worked after all.

“It’ll use up a lot of fuel,” she said to Joel. “But we can’t risk it.”

The farm was peaceful. Almost like nothing had ever happened. A couple cows had escaped, earlier that day. Joel had offered to help wrangle them, but Noah said don’t bother. “We can’t feed them anyway." He shrugged. He slaughtered a cow in the early evening. He showed Joel how to clean and butcher the meat, and how to salt and cure it for longer term use. They had steaks for dinner that night, prepared this time with a few potatoes, seasoned with dill from the garden, which was picked almost clean.

Joel was beginning to gather that their time on that farm was coming to a rapid conclusion. They couldn’t stay there, not much longer. If there were spores in the tributaries, that meant they could get into the water table, too. Cici and Noah knew this. They had been making four hour drives to the Fox River in Fon du Lac for several months now, bringing back water sourced from Green Bay. They said this was how they were able to trade for their fuel for the generators, from the Amish on the other side of the hill—making long drives to clean water. Even with the rain, they could no longer water their crops or sustain their livestock, and the Infected were becoming more of a threat every day. They had a lot of reserves, but it was only a matter of time before they ran out of food, or worse. Like Cici had said, him and Ellie showing up like they had, it was almost happenstance.

“I can get you your fuel tomorrow,” said Cici. They were still outside, leaning against a tree, looking at the circuit breaker. “You made good on your bargain. Thank you, Joel.”

Joel had got a big old cut on his forehead from the events down at the trench. She had patched it up for him with alcohol and gauze. Hadn’t made a fuss, just did it. “Cici, I know we ain’t known each other that long, but I ain’t leaving you and Noah here to deal with this all by yourselves.”

“You don’t owe us anything.”

“I know that,” said Joel. “And trust me, I been wrestling with it myself. But it don’t change anything.”

Cici straightened up off the tree and looked around. Her hair was down now, kind of tangly and windswept. Noah and Ellie were inside the house. “Noah said he told you about LaCrosse.”

Joel looked down at the grass as if to count the moonlit blades. “He didn’t go into a lot of detail,” he said. “But yes, he gave me the gist. Said your husband, he died in a fire. I’m sorry, Cici. I truly am.”

She just shrugged her shoulders. “We never got to find out, what’s been going on,” she said, blinking back tears. “We couldn’t stay, after it happened, and then we couldn’t go back.”

“Noah wants me to come with him,” said Joel. “Back. To LaCrosse. He asked me after dinner.”

“There’s no point,” she said. “There’s nothing we can do. Even if you find the source of the problem, the farm is too far gone to save.”

“I think it’s more about closure,” said Joel. “He didn’t say as much, but I get it. I told him I’d go. I hope I ain’t crossing any lines in doing so.”

She closed her eyes.

“Me and him are gonna head up tomorrow,” he went on. “I figure, the sooner the better. Shouldn’t take more than a couple days. I was gonna ask if you wanted to come with us, or if you'd be okay staying here, with Ellie. I don’t want to take her, because she’s just a kid, and she’s been through enough, and I don’t know what the hell we’re getting into up there, but I won’t leave her here alone.”

“It’s okay,” said Cici. She didn’t even try to argue. “I’ll stay. I don’t—I can’t go back there anyway.”

“Do y’all have anywhere to go?” said Joel. “I mean, aside from this farm? Noah mentioned family down in Moline. The I-80 runs right through there. I don’t know what we’ll find, but we could take you.”

Cici shook her head slowly, staring at the earth. “My sister-in-law was trying to get back there like six months ago. She said she’d come back for us, if it was all clear, but we never heard from her again.”

“I heard about some turf wars going on in the Quad Cities,” said Joel. “Just warning you. It was the kind of place too small for a QZ, but it was too big and too isolated to try and save. The military all but abandoned it. Now that was years ago. Things could have changed. Either way, it’s right on the Mississippi, so if your little problem extends into Illinois and Iowa, it probably ain’t gonna be pretty. But we can try.”

She took a deep breath, and she opened and closed her fists a couple times. She had little bones. She was small, but she wasn’t a weakling. “I wanna think about it.”

“Okay.”

“Let’s go inside,” she said, pulling herself together. She had this way of tucking her hair behind her ears. It was like hitting a reset button or something. Truth be told, he was a little confounded by Cici. Not in a bad way. He just found it very hard to predict her, despite her seeming steadfastness, as a woman. “Ellie and Noah are into the vinyls," she went on. "Who knows what they’ve got playing in there.”

“You guys got a ton of records,” said Joel as they headed back to the porch in the moonlit grass. “What is it with that? You just collectors or something?”

“My husband was,” she said. “William. He used to say that if the apocalypse ever came, at least we’d still be able to listen to music.”

“Well, he was right,” said Joel.

The seemed to comfort her. He saw her almost smile, out the corner of his eye.

“What’s this band called again?” said Ellie. She was sitting on her knees on the floor, in the middle of a big old pile of records. Noah was on the floor nearby, sifting through the pile one-by-one. It had been a long time since he’d really taken inventory, since before his dad died.

He picked up the vinyl, examined it front and back. “The Wallflowers.”

“The Wallflowers?” said Ellie. “Weird name, but I like it.”

“Do you know what a wallflower is?”

“Uh,” said Ellie, “like a flower that…grows out of the wall?”

Noah was amused. “It’s a metaphor. It’s like, somebody who stands on the sidelines. They don’t really get in on the action.”

“Oh, that makes sense,” said Ellie.

“The singer for this band is Bob Dylan’s son.”

“Neat,” said Ellie. “Who’s Bob Dylan again?”

Noah started going through a stack on his left, where he kept the sixties stuff. “This guy,” he said.

“Ah,” said Ellie. “The Blowing in the Wind guy. Very cool.”

“Did you guys ever listen to music in the QZ?”

“Yeah,” said Ellie, “but we didn’t have records. And everything I wanted, I had to steal or trade for with my ration cards. It was like, music or food sometimes. I had a walkman though, so I would just listen to tapes.”

“Do you still have it?”

“No,” said Ellie. “It broke like a thousand miles ago.”

“Bummer,” said Noah.

“Pretty much.”

They listened to the song. It was called “Josephine.” I know you’ve been sad. I know I’ve been bad. But if you’d let me, I’d make you ribbons from a paper bag.

“What do you think this song is about?” said Ellie.

Noah thought about it, looking up at the ceiling. “I think it’s like, the end of a relationship,” he said. “The guy messed up, but he doesn’t feel like he’s good enough for Josephine anyway. He’s apologizing, and he knows he can’t get her back, but he still loves her. That’s what I get from it, but it sounds dumb as hell when I say it out loud.”

Ellie examined the sleeve. It was just a whole bunch of yellow stars on a black background. “It’s not dumb,” she said. “It’s just really sad. Why doesn’t he think he’s good enough?”

“I don’t know,” said Noah. “Why does anyone think anything?”

Ellie thought this was kind of funny. “Good point.”

“Let’s try this one,” said Noah.

He took the Wallflowers record off the platter, put a new record on.

“What’s this?” said Ellie. “Lightning Bolt. Pearl Jam? I think I’ve actually heard of these guys.”

“This one’s got a story behind it. You want to hear?”

Ellie straightened right up. “Hell yeah.”

“Okay,” said Noah, looking down at the sleeve. It was like this big, red eye, full of white lightning bolt decals. “So apparently like, this album was supposed to be released a few weeks after the day the outbreak officially hit in 2013. It got pushed back like everything else, and then the stores all closed and it just like, never happened. My dad had really been looking forward to it, so like six weeks after shit went dark, him and some guys went to a Best Buy up in Madison and looted all these unreleased vinyls from the warehouse.”

“Holy shit,” said Ellie. “That’s fucking awesome.”

“I know. He said he had to get by military guys and everything.”

“Dude, your dad was a total badass,” said Ellie. “You should be proud.”

At first Noah got quiet. Ellie hadn’t thought anything of it. She’d never had a dad, or a mom, or anyone to be proud of like that. She just thought it was so unbelievably rad that he had a story like this to tell other people, about his dad. Eventually, Noah smiled. She smiled along with him. He said, “There’s one song on here I like a lot.”

“Play it,” she said. “As long as it’s not about people breaking up. Because that shit sucks.”

“It’s not,” said Noah.

He set down the needle, and together, they listened.

The song was slow and beautiful, thought Ellie, but it grew. Piano—crisp and clean and rushing as the river—gave way to a man’s voice and the guitar, big as a boat. She sat without talking. She tucked her hands in her lap and looked down at her wrists. She closed her eyes and tried hard to let the music overwhelm her. It was hard for Ellie to let things overwhelm her. She wore heavy armor. She would make a joke. She would roll her eyes.

But this was different than the other song, thought Ellie. It was sad, maybe sentimental, but it was a good kind of sentimental. All the missing crooked hearts, they may die, but in us they live on. I believe. I believe 'cause I can see. Our future days. Days of you and me. It was strong, and it seemed to be about trying. Like, trying to be better, through the eyes of someone else. Loving, and being loved, even when it’s hard. You have to try. It put her back in time, almost to another universe, but she hammered it away. She liked this song much better than the last song. She wished to live inside the music.

When it ended, she looked at Noah, who was looking at the ceiling again, leaning back on his hands and listening, with intent. The song had filled the house with a purifying energy and brought it down, made it simple. The bad things that had happened that day, they were clean.

“That one was awesome,” said Ellie.

“Are you okay?” said Noah. He seemed like he was half-joking, but sort of earnest. It was enough joking to make her smile, but not too earnest to freak her out.

“Oh,” said Ellie, looking down at her shoe laces. “I’m fine. I just—these songs sort of remind me of someone I once knew. In another life I guess.”

Noah waited what seemed like a long time before he spoke again. He was mulling it over, with his elbows now resting on his knees. Then he said, “I get that.”

They played the song again. Then, they couldn’t take it anymore. They took it off and put on some emo shit by a band called Coldplay. It was kind of terrible, they agreed, but they listened anyway, as it was like a dream.

A little while later, Joel and Cici came back inside. Joel held the door for her and once they were in the living room, raised his eyebrows and made fun of the Coldplay.

“You guys okay in here?” he said. “Sounds like you made a wrong turn somewhere.”

“Oh, we’re great, Joel,” said Ellie. “You guys are seriously missing out on our jam session.”

“Ha,” said Cici.

Joel stretched and got real big, and then he leaned against the kitchen table. He seemed kind of faded, thought Ellie. He had that cut on his eye. He seemed very tired. “It’s been a long day,” he said. “I think I’m ready to head up. You wanna come Ellie, or you fixing to stay awake a while longer?”

Ellie got up and wiped her hands on her jeans. They’d gotten kind of dusty from handling all the vinyls. “I’ll come up,” she said. “I’m pretty wiped.”

“I’ll have breakfast ready early,” said Cici.

“Sounds fine,” said Joel.

“See you guys in the morning,” said Noah. He glanced up at Ellie then, as if thankful for something.

When they got upstairs, Ellie went to look in the mirror on the bureau and she took down her ponytail. Her hair felt like a rat’s nest. She started to brush it out, aggressively.

“Where’d you get that hair brush?” said Joel, taking his shoes off.

“Cici let me borrow it,” she said.

“Right,” said Joel. He put his face in his hands then, scrubbed them down his cheeks. “Ellie—"

She stopped mid-brush, turned around. “Noah told me about LaCrosse,” she said. “I wanna come.”

Joel took a deep breath, as this had caught him by surprise. “Ellie, no.”

“Well what the fuck?” she said. She set down the brush on the bureau, hard. “Why the hell not?”

He just took to staring at her. She wasn’t actually that mad, he thought, she just seemed genuine in her confusion. “Because,” he said. “I got no idea what we’re walking into up there.”

“Oh, but you did in Pittsburgh, when you drove us straight into a fucking trap?”

“That is beside the point.”

“How, Joel?” said Ellie. “Noah is only four years older than me. I can hold my own.”

“Those are four critical years, Ellie,” said Joel. He was trying not to raise his voice. “And honestly, it don’t matter whether you can hold your own, because this thing going on in, it ain’t about you. It ain’t about me neither. You understand? It’s about Noah atoning with his dad’s death. He needs help, and he asked me, and I am providing that for him.”

“I can help,” said Ellie.

“I know you two get along,” said Joel. “But you're helping most by staying put.”

“What about Cici? She doesn’t wanna go?”

Joel waved her off, started rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. “No,” he said. “Cici’s made her peace. Or what’s left of it.”

“She doesn’t seem…at peace.”

“I didn’t say she was at peace. I just said she’s made her peace.” Ellie seemed to understand this, and now, he could tell she was just scared, of being left behind. “Look, Ellie,” he said, shaking his head. “You can’t come. That’s the end of this conversation. But we’ll only be gone a couple nights. You got Cici with you. She might seem quiet, but I think she's pretty hardcore, and you two got the electric fence. Me and Noah, we’ll be okay.”

“I know,” said Ellie, like she was defending herself. She had flipped open her switch blade, was studying the tip. “I know.”

“We good then?” said Joel.

She hesitated, but then she closed up the knife and flopped back onto the bed. “Fine,” she said.

He was relieved.

“But then you better fucking bring something back for me.”

This surprised him. He gave her a look. “Bring something back?” he said. “Like a souvenir?”

“Yeah,” she said. “A souvenir.”

“A souvenir from LaCrosse?”

“You heard me.”

Joel tugged the covers back, was getting ready to crawl beneath. The day had become a heavy weight, all of it resting right on his eye lids. He was glad it was all okay. “All right,” he said, yawning. “I’ll see what I can find.”

“Good,” she said.

“Now get some goddam sleep.”

“Ay ay, cap’n.”

A few minutes went by. Joel was about ready to get under the covers for good when Ellie said, “I gotta pee.”

He looked at her. “Now?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” he said. “Okay. Just—just be quick.”

“You think I wanna take my time peeing in that thing? Outhouses are like the one bad thing about this place. Other than the whole, contaminated-water part, I guess.”

Joel took a breath, told her he would leave his lamp on. “Just hurry, and turn the lamp down when you get back.”

“I will,” she said.

Ellie went pee in the outhouse and did her best not to make any sounds. When she got out, she didn't feel tired, so she went over and stood by the river like a detour. She did not plan on staying long. She just looked at it, right down into it, and then it blinked back at her like the little bitch it was, bubbling deceptively in the moonlight. She  suddenly hated that something so innocent could also be so deadly, and so fucking sad. The night was cooling down but it was still humid. She switched open her knife and wiped the sweat from her forehead on the back of her hand. She switched her knife closed again, then open again. She tried thinking about anything else, but that stupid Pearl Jam song had awakened something inside her.

“I haven’t seen you in…in I don’t know how long,” she said.

"Forty-five days?” said Riley. She was nervous. “Well, forty-six. Technically. Wanna know what I’ve been up to?”

The rain outside was like a drum. Ellie didn’t care. “All this time,” she said. “I thought you were dead.”

Riley felt everything, but just like everybody else in the whole wide world, she couldn’t show it. “Yeah,” she said. And she took off the dog tag. “Here. Look.”

“God fucking dammit,” said Ellie. She was on her knees now, overcome by something, and she stabbed the knife into the river bank. “Stupid fucking bullshit. Fuck you.” She stabbed it again, and then she felt like a complete dumbass, put it away. She thought about crying but she stared back at the river instead. “Go away,” she said.

“Ellie?” said someone. It was Cici, she was calling out to her from the porch. It must have been too long. “Ellie, you okay?”

“Shit,” said Ellie. "I'm okay." She got up, frantic, and her knees were all wet from the river bank. “I'm okay. I'm coming."

"Just checking," said Cici.

When she got back up to their room, Joel was under the covers. The lamp was dim. He lie very still, on his side, facing the wall, and she stood watching him for a second to see if he'd roll over and scold her or something. But he seemed like he was sleeping, and she was relieved. She didn't know why she cared, but she did. So she turned down the lamp right away and tried to be as quiet as she could so as not to disturb him. She took off her shoes and set them down silently, one by one. Then she took her jeans off, too, hung them over the bedpost to dry. She only had the one pair. She got under the covers and pulled them up to her chin, trying to sink into the mattress, forcing her brain to shut the fuck up. Please. For once, just shut the fuck up. But then,

“'Night, Ellie,” said Joel. He had not moved, by the dim light of the moon coming through the window.

She was near on startled. His voice was really deep and it always filled the room no matter how quiet. “Oh, shit,” she said. “Sorry, Joel."

"That's okay," he said.

"‘Night, Joel.”

Days of you and me.

***

On the record player: “Josephine” by The Wallflowers, “Future Days” by Pearl Jam, “The Scientist” by Coldplay

#the last of us #tlou #the last of us 2 #tlou2 #joel tlou #ellie tlou #as you were #cw: animal death mention

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Shouji Mezo X Reader part 19 Remember

The girls early that morning went straight to the school asking if Y/n was allowed to bring her to the mall for the camping trip. Before the school could say anything they promised most of the class was going to be there and that they wouldn’t take their eyes off the girl. They were talking about her like a dog. The school agreed, and reminded that Y/n does not have a phone, but does have a tracker implanted in her. The school was being lenient because not only did Y/n show she was on good behavior, but if something happened the students would learn a good lesson on capturing someone. Aizawa had already told the school that he was sure most of his students would be able to outsmart her in this area. 

 The next step was to actually let Y/n know. It’s not like she had a phone they could just text, it was like the 1800s, no phones squat! They knocked on her door. She silently opened it, she was in her robe, her hair was up and her eyes tired. She shut the door and reopened it to reveal she was all ready for the day. She was in an outfit that stood out, had her hair flawlessly in place,  shoes to complete the drip and make up done.

“How did you do that?” Jirou yelled.

“I don’t even think you let go of the door.” Tsu said.

“What is up girlies?” she asked.

“We wanted to know if you wanted to come to the mall with us today.” Hakagure said.

“Well, legally I’m not allowed to have plans, so sure.”  Y/n said.

“Wait do you have money? We’re going to shop for the camping trip.” Momo said.

“Yeah, my mom’s card.”

“What!” Urakaka said.

“Well she saved a lot of money without having to buy any back to school stuff when she had me switch to online. This can make the difference up.”

Y/n got her stuff and started walking back with the girls to the dorms so they could pick up their things for such a shopping trip.

“So what did you and Shouji do last night? Mina asked.

“Well, I lost my eyesight so he watched me stumble around because I wasn’t gonna tell him I was blind.”

“Why?” Tsu asked.

“I wanted to see how well my other senses could work it out.” She told them. “What am I? Open about all my issues? You guys get the crime stuff, but I’m entitled to my secrets.”

“Did he not help you?”Jiro asked, a little shocked about the word choice.

“I mean I guess.” She played it off.

The girls were hoping for this epic romantic little secret meeting and instead they just imagine Y/n walking around in a circle and tripping on stuff while Shouji watches. Shouji was a kind gentle giant who does help others, but the image they were seeing was Y/n would bite his hand off if he tried to help the girl. 

“Is the rest of the class coming with us today?’

“Yeah, mostly everyone.” Momo said.

“Wait, are you going camping with us?” Tsu asked.

“Yeah, Aizawa is gonna do the government a favor and get some baselines set for my quirk. He got approved for  quirk stabilizers too so I can use my quirk lessening the pain.” She said. 

“Are you sure it's safe?” Jirou asked.

“Well, I bet I'll be fine since Aizawa will be there.” Y/n said. 

 In all honesty, she did want to learn more about her quirk and it’s limits. She wasn’t allowed to for so long and now that she has permission! What a concept! Some freedom with her quirk. This might be what she got instead of a prison sentence, this was a lot better than she thought it was gonna be. It was separated by girls and boys. 

 The students met up and went to the subway. They were all planning what they needed to get for the trip. 

“I think I’m gonna get  bug spray.” Urakaka said. 

“That’s all you need?” Y/n asked.

“Well I already have enough clothes and-“

“I’ll buy you the bug spray.”

“What you don’t have-“

“I’m gonna ask to borrow it anyway, now it’s one less thing for me to pack.” She said. “Besides if my mom reads the credit card bill she’ll think I’m being responsible, it’s a win win.”

“I wanted to ask you something, just between us.” Urakaka whispered.

“What’s up, cutie?”

“Deku is always asking you for help with his training, and I wanna know if there’s anything I could do to make myself better as a fighter or just someone to rely on. You know a lot about that stuff.” Urakaka explained. 

“I don’t know  your areas of weakness besides your quirk being overused. Gunhead gave you some pretty solid training, I could try and teach you what I know, but it might not be what you need. I can’t really help with your quirk, but I’m sure this summer camp will help you. You’re already pretty light on your feet, that’s what most people here have troubles with.”

“You don’t think I’m weak?” Urakaka asked.

“No. I know you might think that because your quirk isn’t the best fighting one there is, you don’t shoot stuff out of your hands or anything, but it seems like you actually work on other things beside your quirk making you a whole hero.” Y/n explained.

“You know, I’m kinda jealous of you. You speak so easily what’s on your mind and it just comes out so easy for you.” Urakaka told her.

“That’s just because I’m not around my family. When I’m with them in public it’s just best to keep my mouth shut, but I’m not really worried about the consequences here.” Y/n told her.

“Are you parents...cold people?” She asked.

“They’re trying their best. They’re very career oriented people.” Y/n explained.

After they got off the subway, the class made their way to the mall. They were surprised to be recognized by civilians. People did surround them and asked questions. Y/n felt like the odd one out. She wasn’t part of this class, and yet now she was. Hagakure made a plan for the class to split up to divide and conquer and to come back in the meeting space.

“Shouji, you should ask Y/n to join us.” Tokoyami said.

“Why, so you can tease me more?” Shouji asked.

“I just figured she would order lunch from the cashier for us.” 

“Y/n” Shouji called out to her.

 Y/n turned her head to look at him and then stuck her tongue out. She made her choice to join Momo and Jirou instead.

“Looks like she’s not coming with us.”

“You should have flirted with her better.” Tokoyami said.

“That wasn’t flirting.”

“I’m talking about last night.”

Betrayal again!! Shouji didn’t let it bother him too much since the two guys had shopping to do. Should he talk to her about last night? She didn’t seem off or anything...was that normal for her? To open her bed and have a whisper conversation. They weren’t really flirting, just talking about silly concepts. It wouldn’t be weird if Momo were to do that. They were just having a sleepover…except there was that almost kiss…she couldn’t even see him. There was no way she was prepared for a mouth like his. She was just caught up in what right. Like a little summer romance.

“We should play truth or dare at camp.” Y/n told the girls. 

“That might be sensitive for you, you gotta tell the truth if you play truth or dare.” Jirou said. 

“Then I’ll just pick dare.”

“I dare you to pick the truth.” Jirou said.

“You got me there.” Y/n said. 

Momo laughed. 

“C’mon can’t you tell us there’s obviously something between you and Midoriya or you and Shouji.” Momo said. 

“Why not both.” Y/n teased. 

“Awh!  You’re too good at this!” Jirou complained. 

“I may secretly be in love with Sero, he liked my alligator stapler.” Y/n joked.

“Don’t make it harder to think.” Jirou said. 

“Maybe then we should drop it if Y/n doesn’t wanna be open about-“ Momo said.

“No, I’m digging this attention. I wanna hear more how I live rent free in your minds.” Y/n said. 

“I don’t remember you ever being like this.” Momo said. 

“It would be unladylike of me to have such selfish desire.” Y/n mocked her mother. 

“So if you two knew each other before this does that mean, do you remember Momo well?” Jirou asked.

“Momo was the pearl of her parents eyes.” Y/n said. “She may have been a little shy, but she made it a mission to talk to me, because I looked so cool.” Y/n said. 

“I just figured since we were the same age-“

“Admit it my frilly little dress and tap shoes was the fit of the century.” Y/n said. 

Momo laughed at Y/n’s teasing. They went back to talking and as the rule of three goes, Y/n took the back so her two friends could walk in the front. Life felt normal again. Well her version of normal. She was out with friends with little worries in the world. Her parents were mad at her, but that was expected. Being a teenager is hard and her parents cannot fathom what it’s like. As life goes on, their problems get more complicated. All was well in the world, but when people think that, that’s when disaster strikes. Momo and Jirou got further way as Y/n slowed down. A hand covered her mouth and pulled her to the side, to a privacy behind a store. She was thrown against a wall, one hand went to the side of her face. A blade was pressed against her neck in a threatening way. Her capture was none other than old business partner Dallas. The cold blade shivered against her neck.

“L-long time no see, Dallas.” Y/n said. 

“I don’t wanna do this...but I know you were captured by the police .”

To save him. 

“I have to know what you told the police. Spill it, everything.”

Not a single thing. 

“You know I wouldn’t betray you.” She said.

The blade we pressed deeper into the skin, causing blood to shed. 

“You’re lying you have to. What plea deal did they give you, huh?”

“You know if you kill me you’ll lose your best client.” She said hoping that would get him to think rationally.

This wasn’t rational at all. From the knife to the kidnapping. They’re in a mall, in the back of a store, a million cameras had to have caught him. The knife, if she does piss him off, the blood will go everywhere, making endless evidence. But he wasn’t training rationally, this was a last ditch effort. What was the police doing that made him so scared? 

“Damn it!” He pulled the knife back and then slammed it into the wall, causing another slice on her neck. “You think I don’t know that? I’m losing way too much. Your mother is trying to go sober to avoid suspicion. I can’t sell anything anyway! And the police haven’t led up at all! They’re choking us out with those damn heroes. You’re caught and you go walk free, what privilege you must have, being so rich you can’t even be kicked down.”

This was not the storyteller that was sneaking drugs into her mailbox. This was someone desperate. He never cared, but he used her loneliness to his advantage. He got too comfortable with the view up top, but now with one of his key players gone, he’s angry.  

“What’s killing me going to do? You would have known by now if I betrayed you or you would have been caught .” She told him. 

“Shut up!” He punched the wall beside her face. 

 She was scared despite her remarks. Her warm blood against the cold blade was reminding her how clumsy he was, that he could kill her on accident, here. He was pressing it enough to let some blood out. It trickled down her neck, onto the blade and her shoulder. She didn’t want to die here, but what was the plan? What does he want to know? She doesn’t have anything she can give him.

“What do you wanna know?” She asked. 

“Why would I believe for one second you got away with not telling the police anything?” He told her. 

“If you stayed behind, you would have seen how injured I got.” She told him. “Excessive brutality.”

“You know I’m kinda jealous of you. People will always pity you and feel like they’re going too hard on you for just existing the way you are. It must be nice to live in one giant cradle!” His voice is like a madman. 

That was it. She didn’t want to fight him, but he was picking his words poorly. She undercut his chin. He moved his knife like he was going to strap her in the arm, but missed and got caught in the hit. He jumped back instead of attacking forward. Their eyes locked, shocked out each other’s actions. He ran back into the public instead of finishing the job. She survived. He never wanted to kill her. Maybe he was just consumed with rage when he saw her here at the mall...

#shouji mezou #shoji mezo #shouji mezo #bnha #bnha fanfiction #xreader #series #shoji x reader #bnha shoji #mezo x reader #mezo shouji #bnha x reader

[dragonrajafanfiction]

Vidya Gaems -- A One Shot

I put the headset on my head. “Hey, Mingfei, can you hear me?”

“Yeah I can hear you just fine.” 

“Great!” Mingfei actually had a very nice voice over the headset. Of course, now he was in the comfort of his own dorm room about to do what he loved to do -- play video games -- with some someone he liked doing things with.

Me.

And he just got a new fighting game -- Deadly Force -- a hyper realistic, graphically violent and bloody fighting game that earned high marks for its creative brutality and earned 5 out of 5 pearl clutching parent marks for its siren-like pull on every young man in existence.

And me.

As soon as I saw it, I wanted to play, much to Mingfei’s shock. I’d never played games but I wanted to play this one. And he was more than happy to play with me.

The only other fighting game I’d ever played with him was a few rounds of Street Thug. And after that I much rather watch him beat other people up than experience it myself. But we were both unfamiliar with this game. So when I out of the blue told him that I would be happy to learn to play with him he was understandably confused.

“You would...?”

When I first booted up the game, I was watching the opening cinematic with all the excitement of a kid on her first carnival ride when I realized that Mingfei had already skipped all that and had gone straight to the character roster. Immediately, I was at a disadvantage for admiring all the good graphics and forgetting I was in a competition.

When I finally got to the character select, I heard his voice sounding like he was a mobster sitting in a plush chair with a glass of wine. “Nice of you to join me.”

Mingfei tried to explain the roster with the different character backgrounds and how a scantily clad fire goddess would ever get into a literal fist fight with a buff military dude but instead I asked. “Is that that guy from the Avatar movie?”

“...Yeah I think it is.”

“Okay I thought I recognized him.”

It started out really fun. Neither of us knew what we were doing. We were just mashing buttons and trying to figure out which was a punch and which was a taunt. I got plenty of hits in while Mingfei’s character kept doing handstands and wisecracking.

“Why does it keep doing that?!”

I was laughing uncontrollably. “Because you keep hitting the same button!”

“Except I’m not!” My laughter was infectious. He started to laugh too.

I smiled, smugly, slamming his character in the face over and over. “I don’t care, keep doing it.”

Unfortunately, like a lingua franca, certain button combinations were universal and Mingfei’s familiarity with video games, and fighting games in particular, soon widened the gap between us.

I was resorting to throwing random combinations against the wall of his character’s face and seeing what stuck. And occasionally, something stuck.

“Why are you kicking my butt all of a sudden?” He asked.

“I don’t know?” I slammed his character to the ground and then jumped and crushed him with a pointy spike on my character’s elbow which, I supposed, was expressly designed for that purpose.

“I can’t... fight this guy...” I watched his character approach, grapple mine and perform a similar combo while I giggled.

This was a very fun time for me when we were both figuring these things out. When neither of us knew what we were capable of.

That never happened again.

The next phase of our bonding over games was not a bonding at all. More of a lifting of the veil over my bestie’s pretty face and revealing the horror underneath.

Mingfei suddenly became the typical older brother and I was the sibling whose forehead he held his hand to while my arms pinwheeled fruitlessly through the air.

It was an endless montage of brutal cinematics while I watched my character get stabbed, impaled, dismembered, and riddled with bullets. Over... and over... again and again...

Or he would just sit there and spam the same punch button and I had to watch my health slowly disappear bit by bit while I tried to remember how to parry. “Stop! Mingfei! That’s so annoying!”

He was laughing in my ear.

“I can’t... I can’t do anything! I swear I’m going to come over and drop kick you in the face.”

He started laughing harder. All the while just hitting the same button.

“God I hate you...”

“I can do it over... and over... and over...”

“I’m not going to play if this is how it’s going to be!” I wailed.

He then proceeded to finish my off with a super move.

There was no way to really manage my growing frustration other than to start googling how to actually do stuff. “Hold on...”

“What are you doing.”

“I’m... trying to figure out how to play!”

“What?”

“Okay now we can start.” And then I ran into another problem.

Mingfei could parry and dodge. So even though now I was just figuring out how to hit, I couldn’t hit him. My character just chased him around the screen.

“Stop jumping!”

“Why!”

“So I can hit you!”

“I don’t want you to hit me.” He chuckled.

“I want to hit you!”

“I know! Okay, okay. I’ll stop.”

My character creeped up to him. “Okay... for real?”

“Yeah.”

After consulting the move list one more time, I hit the combination of buttons.

He dodged, wheezing with laughter.

“I’m going to kill you!”

Then Mingfei discovered stuns. He stunned my character and my character wobbled and swayed while Mingfei imitated me. “Hold on I have to look something up real quick. Let’s see... how do I want to win this time... hmmm...”

I had to press a quick-time event button to try to shake off the stun but Mingfei already had the timing just right and made sure to finish my character off just before I filled the meter.

The darkness in my soul was becoming a growing tide as he became more and more cruel and creative with beating me into the ground.

Until finally, I found a new character. It was like a blessing. The gods felt pity on me, a ranged archer woman named Athena. For some reason, Athena seemed built for me. Mingfei couldn’t stun, he couldn’t run, if he jumped I just unleashed a hailstorm of arrows.

“Why are you so good with this girl. You’ve never played before?”

“I like her!” I said, smugly. “We’re besties. She’s the best girl. She’s the best one.” I suddenly gasped and laughed.

I won. I won a round. For the past hour and a half, Mingfei had never lost a single round. I raised my arms in the air. “FEAR ME MINGFEI! I AM FIRE! I. AM. DEATH!” I crowed. “Hahahaha! Didn’t see THAT one coming did you?!”

“Wanna go round two Mingfei? Hahaha. If you lose, I’m going to tell everyone I beat you.” I giggled.

Round two.

And he went Godzilla on my character so hard I had to acknowledge the crushing reality that he had been going easy on me this entire time.

The announcer stuck the nail in the coffin when it announced. “FLAWLESS VICTORY”.

I hadn’t hit him. I hadn’t hit him once.

I hung my head. 

“You were saying?” He said.

It wasn’t the fact that he beat me. It was the false hope. All the fun we’d been having and he’d just been playing around, rolling over, pretending not to know. Just to wait until I actually thought I could win, only to remind me that I was dealing with a frickin’ god.

It wasn’t the blood and gore that was the problem... it was the disrespect. 

“You’re so lucky I’m not sitting next to you.”

“Are we still friends?”

“Buy me ice cream.”

“I can buy you ice cream.”

#Lu Mingfei #Dragon Raja #Fanfiction #Writing

[angryhausfrau-writes]

You Can‘t Cross the Same River Twice - Chapter 20

“Boy, there's enough red, white, and blue around here to make even old Ferret Face happy.” Trapper's looking around the park with an expression somewhere between awe and contempt. “Don't remember it being quite so...” He gestures vaguely at the flag bunting and the kids waving sparklers and tiny flags.

“What, it wasn't like this last Fourth of July?” Hawkeye finds it hard to believe that America would have been less patriotic during the death throws of the Korean war.

“I didn't go anywhere near any of this shit last year – got stuck with a twenty-four hour shift in the ER.” Trapper sighs. “Between the noise from the fireworks and all the kids coming in with powder burns, I coulda been back at the front.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

The clinic has seen its fair share of kids with burnt fingers – though fortunately nothing worse. And Hawkeye hasn't had the most restful week of his life, either. The constant barrage of fireworks brings back memories of artillery shells and he keeps dreaming about Korea. Just hazy impressions of blood and khaki, but unsettling enough to make him toss and turn half the night.

Trapper nudges Hawkeye out of those thoughts with a brief press of his shoulder. “Course, you were actually over there last year, so I tried not to wallow in self pity too much. I'm sure the coffee you were drinking was way worse than the shit in the ER staff room.”

Hawkeye laughs despite himself. Feels himself relax, despite the crowds, despite the dozens of screaming children – shrieks of laughter so, so close to shrieks of terror and agony. Despite what day it is.

He isn't in Korea. No one is going to die today.

Trapper knocks gently into Hawkeye's shoulder again, clearly reading his change in mood. “It gets to be too much and you wanna go home, just lemme know. Ok?”

Hawkeye smiles, small but genuine. “Thanks, Trapper. But I'm ok, really. And Cathy would never let me live it down if I missed her softball game – I'd lose my standing as favorite uncle.”

“That's true enough, Cathy's absolutely ruthless when crossed.” Trapper grins. “She pretty much single handedly whupped St. John's Episcopal in the interfaith league cuz they wouldn't let a girl play softball.”

“She an adorable little terror. You must be so proud.” And now Hawkeye's grinning too.

By this point, they've managed to fight their way through the crowd to the metal bleachers of the baseball diamond. It's crowded here too – apparently the Fourth of July little league games are a longstanding tradition – but it's a more orderly chaos. The hordes of children are being at least somewhat corralled by their impatient parents.

Except for Becky - who comes barreling out of the ballpark and right into Trapper, managing to knock him backwards a few steps with the force of her momentum. While Trapper's still getting his wind back, she flings herself at Hawkeye in an exuberant hug. He hugs her back, a little bemused – she's not normally so affectionate.

“Thank Christ you're here!” she exclaims when she finally lets go of Hawkeye.

“Don't cuss, Becky,” Trapper admonishes her. Though he's pulled her into another, less violent hug – and it's not like he has much room to complain about bad language.

“Sorry, dad,” Becky says, not looking very sorry. “But we've been here for hours! And all mom and Rob want to do is gossip about boring stuff like who's having babies or what some lady wore to church. At least you two talk about interesting things.”

“Speaking of your ma, she know you're running around loose?”

Becky looks guiltily at the ground and Trapper sighs.

“You better lead us to 'em before Louise sends out a search party. Don't want her to think you've run off to join the circus – though your human cannon ball act is pretty good, just about bowled me over.”

“Sorry dad, Uncle Hawkeye.” This time Becky does look contrite. But she brightens up when Hawkeye and Trapper each hold out a hand for her to take. And then she's tearing off towards wherever Louise and Robert are sitting – the two of them trailing in her wake.

They come up on Louise and Robert a little ways away – though the crowds are thick enough, it takes longer than it should to reach them. Leaving plenty of time for Trapper to watch them as he approaches.

It's still kinda strange for Trapper to see Louise out on the town – especially with a guy who ain't him. But they're friendly enough with one another, if mostly focused on the girls whenever they talk. And Robert ain't a bad guy, even if Trapper finds him unbearably boring. He cares about the girls a whole hell of a lot, and that's worth sitting through him talking about bird watching or the stock market or whatever the hell it is he's talking about now. Proper barbecue technique, by the sound of it.

No wonder Becky ran off.

Even Louise looks glad to see them, her smile a little fixed as she goes to kiss first his cheek and then Hawkeye's. And she's very quick to pull Hawkeye into a conversation about her latest knitting project – apparently Cathy's interest had sparked her own and they all trade knitting patterns now. Trapper smiles as he listens to Becky describe the plot of her latest Nancy Drew novel.

It's funny that it took divorcing his wife for them to find some kinda equilibrium with each other.

And Trapper ain't glad it happened, by any means. Mostly cuz Louise deserved better from him than being a distant shadow of the man she married – and a cheater who'd bedded anyone who'd have him over in Korea. A man in love with his best friend, even if it took him a while to realize.

But he don't mourn the man he used to be. Or see much point in regretting his mistakes. What's done is done – all that matters is the here and now. And this here and this now – a clear summer day, his one daughter sitting next to him and the other waving frantically from the dugout, Hawkeye happy and laughing and here with him – is pretty damn good.

--

Cathy wins her softball game and they all go out for ice cream after. They still woulda gone if she hadn't'a won, of course, but there's a special air of celebration about it on account of the victory.

After they all mob the ice cream cart – along with about a hundred other families - they cram onto a couple of park benches. The girls are talking all in and around and over each other in their excitement. And Louise is attempting to get them to take turns talking – a lost cause in Trapper's opinion. Even Robert is smiling and cracking some pretty terrible jokes. They're loud enough, some of the people walking past are giving them the evil eye.

But Hawkeye is just sitting there. Silent. With ice cream dripping down his arm.

Covered by the loud chatter of the rest of the family, Trapper leans in and says quietly, “You ok, Hawkeye? You wanna cut this short and head home?”

“Nah, I'm fine. Just thinking.” And then Hawkeye laughs quietly. “You know something funny, Trapper? That first week back home I went out and bought knitting supplies and a gossip magazine and an ice cream cone – strawberry, like I'm eating now.”

Hawkeye pauses to lick ice cream off his wrist and Trapper has to look away.

“It felt like – like this forbidden thing, you know? To go out and buy ice cream. Ice cream! It's not like I was breaking the law or anything – I wasn't even buying booze or a nudie mag or anything questionable – but it felt like I was going to get arrested by the cops for being out without a pass, you know? For daring to buy an ice cream cone without orders.”

Trapper nods.

For all that the army was s'posed to bring freedom to Korea, it was pretty damn thin on the ground – for soldiers and civilians. It had taken him a while to get used to the lack of military restrictions when he got back home, too. A while to get used to feeling like a real person again, able to make decisions for himself, able to set his own schedule.

“I had to remind myself that I was a grown adult,” Hawkeye continues, “capable of running errands on my own – going where I wanted when I wanted, without written permission or a curfew.”

Trapper nods again. “It's funny what a guy can get used to, I guess. What starts to feel normal.” He grins wryly. “Not that you've ever given two shits about being normal.”

Hawkeye laughs. “True enough.” And then he bites into his ice cream cone.

--

They get invited over to Louise and Robert's house in the suburbs for a Fourth of July barbecue. And the girls are so excited to show their dad and Uncle Hawkeye their rooms and toys and neighborhood haunts that they can't really refuse. So Hawkeye finds himself standing on Robert's meticulously manicured lawn, chatting with a slew of pastel-clad, pearl-wearing housewives while their husbands congregate around the grill to talk about cars and vacations to the Grand Canyon and other boring things. Trapper, meanwhile, has practically disappeared in a pile of roughhousing kids – occasionally breaking free, only to be pulled back under by the teaming mass. And Louise flutters at the edge of Hawkeye's little entourage – pouring drinks and setting out side dishes.

Hawkeye had offered to help – he and Trapper both had – but she'd said they were guests and ought to take it easy. Hawkeye doesn't know that he feels easy, exactly, in this world of matching bungalows and matching skirt sets but he does his best to relax.

It had helped when the women had gathered around him and started gossiping. All he'd had to do was listen and ask leading questions and he could be almost totally silent without looking bored or inattentive – a trick he'd learned on the boat home, back when he didn't really talk all that much. Back when he felt like he didn't have anything to say that was really him talking.

He doesn't feel that way anymore, but it's still a relief when they all sit down to eat and he can rejoin Trapper. Talk about something other than church functions, PTA meetings, and children's play dates. Even if they're sitting at the kiddie table and his time is mostly spent trying to keep the kids from putting potato salad in each others' hair.

It helps settle something in him to be able to see the kids alive and happy and alive. Helps drive home that he isn't in Korea and today isn't going to end like it did last year. And it helps that Trapper is sitting next to him, pressed against him, real and solid and here.

Trapper presses closer to Hawkeye under the pretense of the table being crowded. And there are a whole lotta kids crammed onto one picnic bench. But more than that, Trapper needs the comfort and familiarity of Hawkeye next to him.

Cuz it's strange, being here at Louise's house. Seeing her and the kids having a life here. Seeing them have a life here with Robert and without him.

Don't get him wrong, it's not any kinda life Trapper'd want to live. He ain't jealous or nothing. But it's strange, being here with the people he used to be so close to - but as an outsider to their lives.

At least Louise seems happy here - with her nice big house and her nice boring husband and her nice gossipy neighbors. Trapper's glad Louise is living the kinda life she wants – the kinda life she'd grown up with, grown up wanting. Glad she can have the kinda life he hadn't been able to have with her.

But he's really fucking glad when the night is over and he can go back home to his own life with Hawkeye.

#mash #piercintyre #fanfic archive #you can't cross the same river twice #chapter 20

[saltys-writings]

no. 2 + 72 w/ leedo please? 💕

[Oneus – Leedo] 2. “I’ll keep you warm.” + 72. “Do not tempt me.”

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It’s a late afternoon on a cold winter day close to Christmas Eve. You’re over at your boyfriend’s house because you wanted to bake some cookies together. Since neither of you could decide on what to give your parents as presents, you had the idea that making them some cookies would both be a very personal present, as well as one affordable for your standard college student. You chose his place for that because his parents are away overnight, at some fancy hotel with hot springs and a restaurant nearby that they’ve been dying to visit.

After buying all the ingredients and carrying them to his place, as well as printing out all recipes and putting them at a place that would hopefully stay clean, you start pouring some flour, sugar, eggs and butter for the first dough. You leave the kneading to Gunhak for now, probably because that means you can cut out the cookies in the meanwhile and he knows just how much you love doing that. Working together as the dream-team you two are, everything goes smoothly in the first phase, and soon you have a bunch of different plain cookies set out on the dinner table to finish cooling off, or ready to be decorated.

“I’ll do the chocolate, do you want to do the rest of the decorations?” he announces, setting a pot full of molten chocolate on the table mat in front of him. You agree and take a look at all the various colorful sugar decorations you bought. So while he puts chocolate onto the cookies with a spoon, you sprinkle some little white snowflakes or some colorful mini-pearls onto them.

The decorations take you until well into the night, and when you’re almost finished you let out a big yawn.

“Want to go to sleep already? We need to wait for these to dry though, so we can put them away and my parents don’t see them in the morning when they get back.” Gunhak grins at your sleepy face, and gestures towards the cookies as he talks.

Taking a spoon covered in chocolate in your hand, you start smiling mischievously too. “Guess we’ll just have to keep each other awake then.” Knowing exactly what you’re hinting at, he shakes his head with wide eyes.

“Oh no, we’re not doing that. We finish here like adults, then put all this stuff away, and wait for the cookies to dry.”

“Awww, no fun,” you pout, approaching him slowly while still holding the spoon up in a dangerous position. Gunhak takes a step back and reaches for a second spoon that’s resting in the almost empty chocolate pot.

“If you start this, I will have to defend myself, you know? So do not tempt me!” Despite his big words, he’s still in a defensive position, and only when you reach out to smear chocolate onto his cheek does he grab the hand you’re holding the spoon with and starts a counter attack. In minimum time he does not only get chocolate on the tip of your nose, but also on the sweater you’re wearing.

“You…” You look down on yourself and he lets go of you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t-“ he starts apologizing, and you use the opening to get back at him. This time the chocolate lands on the sleeves of his hoodie, and you laugh triumphantly.

“If this is how you want to play, then fine,” he says and you see a spark lighting up in his eyes. He slides past you and reaches to a bowl filled with flour.

“If you throw this, the whole kitchen will be a mess!” you warn him, hoping you can change his mind, but the determination in his eyes tells you any attempt to stop him would be futile.

“Not if I don’t miss.” He runs up to you and while you’re still turning around to escape, he grabs your collar from behind and throws in a handful of flour. You jump away and turn around in disbelief that he actually did that. Fishing some of the flour out of the back of your sweater, you throw it at him and partly hit his face, partly his chest. Staring each other down, trying to predict each other’s next move, you both suddenly start laughing upon realizing how messy you look.

“Let’s clean this up, shall we?” you suggest and he nods, taking off his hoodie and checking if the T-shirt underneath is still clean.

“Give me your sweater too, then I can wash our stuff real quick.” You take it off and hand it to him. However, you weren’t so smart to put on something else underneath, so now you’re just standing there in your bra, realizing how cold it is even inside.

“I’ll put the dishes away while you do that,” you offer and do as you said while he disappears for a few minutes. You thought you were able to bear the cold for a while, but your goosebumps don’t go away even while moving around to put everything into the dishwasher.

It doesn’t take long for him to come back with one of his jackets in hand.

“I thought you might be cold?” he says and puts it around your shoulders, then pulls you into a tight hug. “I’ll keep you warm.” You smile and nuzzle into his chest, feeling his body warmth passing on to you. At the same time you can’t suppress another yawn.

“Wanna take a nap while I wait for the cookies to dry?” he suggests, but you shake your head.

“I’ll stay up with you. Let’s get coffee instead and try some to see if we made them well.”

“We can’t eat our parents’ Christmas presents!”, he scolds you. However, in the end you make coffee and try a handful of the cookies anyway.

#drabble game #request #oneus #leedo #kim gunhak #oneus leedo #fluff #oneus fluff #drabble #scenario #imagine #oneus fanfic #oneus drabble #oneus imagines #oneus scenario

[rgr-pop]

i watched a bunch of project pan videos while i cleaned my brushes and...FINE! i’ll do it this year. some of this i’ve been working on with this intention for ages but maybe if i name it, lol. i should probably participate in online spaces where the other ppl are doing this but....ok! not counting the stuff i’ll definitely use up (brow pencils, mascara, my daily powder, mac fix+ etc). mostly minis but leave me alone:

FACE

thebalm mary lou manizer. this is really as good as people claim, and i really am going to, as the hurus say, “enjoy using it up”--good looking pan on that already!

too faced chocolate soleil bronzer. looking forward to rewarding myself with mac taupe in place of this, and a cream contour if i can find one like fenty amber for cheaper. i use it on my eyes a lot also, like i could use this as an eye contour colour every day with whatever else i do, but i’ll be happy to switch that function to that medium brown in the naked 1.

benefit f...fake up? this is the product that is now the boiing hydrating concealer. this is kind of nice and i’d consider buying it again, but i like more undereye coverage now actually. there’s only a few uses left of this!

this hard candy liquid illuminator that was never good but which i’ve been determined to defeat. it’s maybe down to a third, but the last few times i tried to wear it it got kinda clumpy. might be a loss.

model co blush in peach bellini. hate to want to give this up because it’s gorgeous and one of my favorite blushes, but it breaks constantly and i’m sick of babysitting it. i also wear it very heavy so this should be doable. will maybe replace with a higher end version of the same concept, a rusty coral full of shine.

benefit girl meets pearl. i can probably finish this up in a few weeks if i pay attention!

the face stuff i probably won’t make any progress on til the summer

benefit pores no more. probably just a few more uses left in this, i’m hoping i can make winter space for it (want to feel better buying the elf putty primer when i get a chance to) 

dr. brandt pores no more. pretty full mini but if i use up the above asap i can get this finished by the end of summer.

tarte natural cheek stain. this is so so so old and inexplicably still gorgeous, i figured it’s only a matter of time and i should probably target it, for the summer when it looks nicest. probably quarter of an inch left of this.

benefit fine one one. another creamy cheek thing that is nicest in the summer. probably half an inch left. i’m determined! if rgr finishes cream blushes, she can have a nudestix cream blush the hurus love? as a treat?

this physicians formula high alcohol setting spray--there’s so much left of this and i’m going nowhere, but i reaaaallly wanna use it up so i can move on to a bottle of ud all nighter sephora accidentally gave me. i so rarely wear this kind of setting spray! i will not pan this, and i should pass it on to someone else. it’s like loaded with alcohol lol

EYE

very old urban decay midnight cowgirl? idk, got a lot of pan, and since it’s more like a glitter additive i feel like it won’t make me feel stifled to work on this.

this “eye polish”?? what it is is a bottle of shimmery loose shadow on a foam applicator thing. it’s stupid to use and impossible to decant but i’m gonna try to remember to use it for my inner corner because it is actually so gorgeous 

essence make me brow. unclear how i haven’t used this up??? it goes and goes 

stila silver dollar. i have three silver eyeliners, they’re all nice but this is my least favorite because it’s so white. since it’s a stick and not a pencil i should use it before it dries up.

i’ll add some colourpop super shocks to this when i get duraline to freshen em up, probably.

LIP

this starlooks creamy nude gloss thing. this is actually pretty nice but i doubt i’ll use it up, i’ll just give it til the fall or so. i’m sick of looking at it.

buxom soft matte whatever in centerfold. lots of retailer birthday gifts here lol. this is too warm for me to love but i’m gonna give it a shot. 

urban decay 69 in the old REVOLUTION formula. fuck, i’ve been working on this for years and i accidentally fell in love with it. it’s gorgeous on me. a wetter red lipstick is really the thing. i’ll use it up easily but miss it when it’s gone, and i’ll consider repurchasing in the new vice formula but revlon’s fire and ice is very close to this, a tiny bit darker. 

colourpop the rabbit. this is fairly full but it’s a liquid lipstick that i actually like wearing so i should try to use it all up. this is what i was wearing the other night, at new years.

colourpop trap. listen... i bought the closest lipstick dupe to this and it’s just not the same. i’m gonna miss this! there’s maybe like 2 wears left in here.

the tarte lip paint thing in birthday suit. i actually kinda like this, for a nude, and i’ve worn it enough that i should be able to use it up.

bare minerals marvelous moxie lipstick in get ready. more birthday nudes!  it pains me to put this on here because it’s actually one of my favorite lipsticks and one of the best formulas i’ve ever tried, and they don’t make it anymore! i looove wearing this. a brighter nude, still nude. a pleasure to wear. i should just use it up and, again, as they say, “enjoy it.” 

gingerbread lip balm for going under all these fucking liquid lipsticks

makeup forever whatever in no9 or something. this is a brownier nude, which i’d like if it wasn’t an inferior version of one i like from urban decay or something. i probably won’t actually finish this and it’s starting to dry out, but i oughta take a crack at it.

rimmel exaggerate lipliner in rich. i wear lipliner a lot more now (workdays) and want to beef up my stash, but first i wanna get rid of all the old ones and twist-ups that might dry out. this might be close to done.

see you in the next quarter! whoms joining me 

#pan #not doing skincare because my skincare is carefully edited already! #also i just ran out of everything and replaced it #makeup

[eriklehnsherrific]

in honor of the apush exam on friday

the apush exam is on friday so here is the ongoing list of quotes my classmates and I have been keeping since october:

“Yee-oh man farmers”-Will, 10/17/18

“Leaving out Will?! That’s like vote-kicking Canada!!” - Josh 10/17/18

“Elecatorical college”- Rishon, 10/17/18

“The Alien and Sedation Act”- Rishon, 10/17/18

“What is really really really significant about the political changes was”- Rishon, 10/18/18

“This class is the class that will destroy you” - Megan, 10/19/18

“‘I don’t want to work hard for him, he’s not smiling’”- Mr. Brown, 10/19/18

“I don’t even know what that means, but lets get it” - Rishon, 10/19/18

“My stomach is like...hungry” - Rishon 10/19/18

“Hey Ethan, do you have reading due tomorrow for Catch the Rider? (Catcher in the Rye)” - Rishon, 10/22/18

“If you can confuse the reader, then you are winning” - Will, 10/22/l18

“Is that a letter of the alphabet or, like… a physical letter?” - Ethan, 10/23/18

“Who can use their tail-hand the best?” Logan Durant, 10/26/18

“Nothing like sucking up a week before end of the quarter” Mr. Brown, 10/26/18

“Mr. Brown, I’m deeply hurt”-Ethan

“That’s okay”-Mr. Brown 10/26/18

“Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. Wait, no no no no… no… no… just... no” Rishon, 10/26/18

“I’m not going to risk wrinkling my suit!” - Ethan 10/29/18

“You can’t suppress poor people” - Josh 11/5/18

(Answers a question on slavery) “what did I just say?” -Will 11/7/18

“Do we need more analyzing? What is the level of analyzation we need?” - Sophia 11/7/18

“Is cotton edible?”- Ethan 11/8/18

“Hope! It gives them hope” - Josh 11/8/18

“What if we use Kansas as symbolism for the US?” - Josh 11/9/18

“Are there any fish that blow themselves up?” - Ethan 11/14/18

“How are crabs terrorists?” - Ethan 11/14/18

“Good ol’ slap stick” (During the Birth of the Nation) - Joel 11/16/18

“That doesn’t mean that honey mustard, barbecue, and mayo are not relevant” - Rishon (during class meeting) 11/20/18

“Snowfile”-Will 11/26/18

“What is manifest destiny?” -Mr. Brown “Ties into a lot of god and stuff” -Will 11/27/18

*Josh dabs at the mention of Nazism* - Josh, 11/28/18

“The plural of wheat is wheats” - Ethan 11/28/18

“Wheats is my favorite word” - Ethan 11/30/18

“I don’t know where I was going with that [rambling for 2 minutes] but . . . It was hard” - Rishon 12/3/18

“America, domes and wheats” - Lisa, 12/3/18

“You get wheat. Farmers have a lot of wheat. Wheats, if you will. Starting with big agriculture, farmers have lots of wheats. Wheatses!” - Josh/Joel, 12/3/18

“YOU HAVE NO POWER HERE!” - Josh, 12/11/18

“Stealing is fun”-Ethan, 12/13/18

“Ellis Island is like the TSA but the stakes are higher” - Josh, 12/13/18

“Austria-Hungaria” - Joel, 12/14/18

“MIchael Pheleps” - Rishon 12/18/18

“Can we bring cookies?”-Afra“sure if I don’t know about it”- Mr. Brown 12/18/18

“So its bad...it’s not good” -Rishon 12/20/18

“...you just cut me off to say you don’t know?” - Mr. Brown 12/20/18

“Joel are you balding?” - Ethan 12/20/18

“Simpleton sandwich: two pieces of bread, one slice of cheese” -Will 12/20/18

“So I called my historical critique ‘The Frontier Thesis is a piece of trash and so is Frederick Jackson Turner’ to make myself angry, but I forgot to change it before I submitted it. So the official title was ‘The Frontier Thesis is a piece of trash and so is Frederick Jackson Turner’”-Lisa 12/20/18

I can’t put the picture in here but Rishon deadass thought Ellis Island was called both Essil and Easter Island

“100 dollars… you can buy two fishtanks with that!” -Will 1/3/19

“But I don’t want you to get the idea that they just sent legions of young people down into the mines and said ‘1...2...3…’, and then they sneezed and out came the gold and the silver.” -Mr. Brown 1/4/19

“What type of currency is the United States’ dollar?”-Mr. Brown “Imaginary”-Josh 1/4/19

“We don’t heat our house with the oven, Rishon!”-Ethan, 1/7/19

“How do deaf people program?” -Will 1/9/19

“Say your sorrys”-Rishon 1/9/19

“When your father asks you if you wanna be an arborist…” -Ethan 1/9/19

“ save the kisses for your future wife”-Rishon“ I don't have a future wife”- Will 1/9/19

“Her husband… was like… her chicken” -Lisa, 1/10/19

“William Taft is more like a sourdough loaf”-Aliya 1/11/19

“She Rishoned it”-Mr. Brown, 1/11/19

“John Rolphee”-Rishon 1/15/19

“Give me liberty or give me education” - Josh 1/15/19

“I love how you are holding hands. You can’t do that on the test, but it’s cute”-Mr. Brown “No, that wasn’t… ok”-Rishon, 1/16/19

“If we annex Hawaii, we can stop Pearl Harbor”-Ethan 1/30/19

“The HawaYEET Act” - Logan 1/30/19

“When I read it, I was like, ‘wow’” -Afra 1/31/19

“The big whack”- Ethan 1/31/19

“It will be like the Second World War...except we’ll win this time…” - Megan 1/31/19

“We should colonize Russia so we can rule the world!” - Megan German 1/31/19

“And the politicians are like ‘I can oppress my people now!’ Then WHAM! Right back at ya!” - Ethan 1/31/19

“Note to self, Mr. Brown does not like aliens”- Will 2/1/19

“Treaty of Guadeloup”- Will, 2/1/19

*after falling asleep at 11:30 with book in hand* “these are naysayers” -Ethan (date unknown

)“What was the name of the international organization for workers that had a really funny name?”-Mr. Brown “The Comintern!”-Will 2/12/18

“If you go to QCC you are a KKK member”-Tom 2/12/18

“America was suffering but luckily Pearl Harbor came to the rescue”-Josh 2/12/18

(On rabbit bashing) “Can this be equated to playing a father-son game of catch?”-Ethan, 2/13/18

(On The Dust Bowl) “It’s like Christmas, but not fun” Will 2/27/19

“And the banks gave loans to… which also happened in 2008 or so…?” - Mr. Brown “Terrorists?” - Josh 2/2/7

“Rishon is that a juice box you’re drinking?”- Mr. Brown*Everyone looks back* “Nah, he’s just drinking chocolate milk”- Ethan 3/5/19

“Did the water get intoxicated?” Rishon 3/12/19

“He’s a comfy man”-Ethan, talking about Will’s shoulder 3/21/19

Ethan: “Can I go to the bathroom?” Mr. Brown: “So you can get out of doing work?” Ethan: “Of course not!” Mr. Brown:“Are you going to go vape?” 3/29/19

“We need a Google Doc Renaissance”-Will 3/29/19

“ Mr. Brown can I go to the bathroom?”-Ethan “Why, so you can juul?”-Mr.Brown

“It’s like an in class field trip, but not fun” -will 4/1/19

Afra: *Making the Unit 6 map on the board *Mr. Brown:  “On the board, write methods” Afra: *writes ‘Meth’*4/5/19

“Scums” Rishon 4/3/19

“Look at how big Reagan’s gavel is!” - Ethan

“Big Gavel Energy”-Lisa 4/10/19 “BGE” -Ethan

“Barack Obama. I was trying to remember his first name”-Stefanie 4/29/19

“My life can be summed up into two parts: pre depression and depression” -Stefanie “My life before and after APUSH”-Sufana 4/29/19

“Manifest Destiny. Manifestiny”-Sufana 4/29/19

“I’m going to make it prettier this time. I’m going to make it horizontal.” - Lisa 4/29/19

“This class has a very strange dynamic. Half of us are depressed and the other half would make Narcissus look insecure.” - Sufana 4/27/19

“Battle of Yemen (Yorktown)” -Rishon 4/29/19

“The John Smith Era”-Rishon 4/29/19

“Big Stick Diplomacy”-Mr Brown “Big Stick Energy”-Stefanie 4/30/19 

“We will talk about dictators and leaders of genocide, but not bad actors” Mr. Brown (About Nicolas Cage) 4/30/19

“National Treasure is one of my favorite movies and one of my family’s favorite movies. We’ve watched it more than eight times probably” - Stefanie “Wow. Now I’ve lost all my respect for both you AND your family” - Mr. Brown 4/30/19

“Our APUSH class is just one big support group” - Stefanie (5/1/19)

“1908 supreme court case that gave women a 10 hour work day”- Mr. Brown“Women v United States? Just kidding that’s every day”-Megan 5/7/19

i’m sure we’ll say more dumb shit once the exam is over. for now, happy testing and goodluck!

#apush #apush me off a cliff #apush quotes #quotes from my life #i did this instead of studying for this very exam #be proud of me #shitpost #tag yourself