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kaciidubs · 29 days

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For the Kids

I believe you used to be 🤍 nonnie, I remember seeing that emoji around~ I'm glad you're back! There won't be much mention of medical stuff because I'm nowhere close to being a nurse, but I hope this is what you were looking for, nonnie! ❣ Summary: This visit was for the kids, so why did Chris find himself vying for a Pediatric nurse's attention? ❣ ❣ Word Count: 1.9k ❣ Warnings: No medical terms, Idol! AU, Pediatric Nurse! Reader, fluff, slight humor, flirting, open ended ❣ ❣ Female! Reader | You/Your pronouns ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Mr. Bang, Chris, and Christopher, Reader is referred to as Beautiful, lightly edited ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

“I’ll let the nurse guiding you know that you've arrived, please wait here.”

Chris nodded enthusiastically as the nurse working behind the front desk turned away to grab a phone, turning his attention to listen to his manager and a few Skijigi discussing the schedule for the day.

This event was something the members had looked forward to ever since they were allowed to add one more Stay-centered event to their log of the year; the day they ventured out to meet hospitalized children Stays to give them an experience they wouldn't get to see naturally.

He'd decided to show up early in hopes of getting to meet the kids who weren’t able to make the time bracket due to an appointment or operation - the rest of the members scheduled to show up within the next hour and a half, according to his manager.

“Mr. Bang?”

He turned toward the unfamiliar voice, and the equally unfamiliar use of his last name, only to feel as if his world had gone into slow motion.

Walking up to him was a nurse, a fair assessment judging by the scrubs you wore, with a smile that made his heart skip a beat - part of him wondered if he’d have to check himself into a hospital based on his reaction alone; and when you introduced yourself he swore he heard bells ringing, your name suddenly becoming his favorite sound.

“Welcome to Seoul Mercy Hospital, I’ll be one of the nurses working with you guys today.”

“Hi,” smiling in earnest, he cleared his throat, his posture straightening ever so slightly, “and just Chris is fine, ‘Mr. Bang’ feels too formal, you know?”

Your smile grew, a small laugh floating through you, “Is ‘Chan’ too formal, too?”

“No, no, Chan is perfectly fine, too - you can call me whatever you’d like.”

Chris tried his best to ignore how suggestive the sentence sounded, but judging from the way you pressed your lips together, you’d already caught the unintentional double entendre.

“Okay, Chris,” a glimmer of humor sparkled in your eyes, teasing and warm - comfortable, “if you’ll follow me, I can give you a quick tour of the area you’ll be using today before we go see the kids.”

The tour was short, yet fulfilling; the brisk walk of the hall bringing him to the play room booked for them to use decorated in Skzoo memorabilia with the life size standees wearing makeshift doctor outfits - there was even a table that stretched along a wall filled with Skzoo plushies and gift bags undoubtedly prepared by Skijigi.

“They’re so cute!” He squealed happily, petting WolfChan- Doctor WolfChan’s head as if he were a real dog, “Do the kids have any idea of what’s happening?”

“Well, of course they know that Stray Kids are coming to the hospital, but we haven’t told them how the whole afternoon will go just yet - we’d like to keep some things a secret, you know?” You gently caressed the soft fur of the Dwaekki standee, gazing at the decorated room with a fondness in your eyes, “This really means the world to them, and we tried our best to make it as grand as possible.”

A warm feeling settled in Chris’s chest, and he had to take a quick breath to dispel the heat from warming the rest of his body in turn. “If that’s the case, I hope that we can help make their day just a little bit brighter - and, hopefully, the nurses’ day too.”

You smiled, catching his eyes, “Trust me, you’re way ahead on that goal.”

It wasn’t long until the rest of the members began to show up, everyone slowly filling the break room specifically reserved for their visit while managers and nurses coordinated bringing the kids into the Skzoo Hospital before revealing their bigger surprise.

Being one of the lead pediatric nurses on duty, you did your part in ushering the line of children from their rooms and into the playroom - catching a glance of a certain leader as he sneakily peeked through the crack of the break room’s door, watching as the little kids spoke excitedly amongst themselves.

Soon the room was filled with children excitedly taking in the decorations and standees, and after a brief moment of gathering and pep-talking from your coworkers, the grand reveal commenced - the eight idols entering the room to excited cheers and applause. Managers ensured the small recording crew caught every reaction and the surprise performance the boys had prepared, before your shift lead announced that the members would be splitting into groups to play and spend time with the kids in Skzoo Hospital.

From small tables arranged for arts and crafts to a controlled space for duck, duck, goose, the activities were enough to keep both the children and the kids irrevocably entertained.

Chris was having a riveting conversation with one of the children at the art station about the best color to draw with when he felt a tug at his shirt, turning his head to see a little girl - who’d happily introduced herself as Narae - holding a sheet of paper with a smile as bright as the sun.

“Wanna see my drawing?”

He smiled at her small, excited little bounces and nodded, “Of course! What is it?”

Turning her paper around, tiny fingers pointed to the colorful figures on the page, “This is me and Leebit picking flowers, I have a yellow flower because it’s my favorite color, and over here is PuppyM wearing a flower crown- Oh, and here is Nurse Y/n having a picnic with WolfChan! She’s my favorite nurse, and he’s her favorite Skzoo, so I drew them together!”

The innocent mention of his representative plush being your favorite sent his heart rate skyrocketing, and he could feel a sheepish blush beginning to take over his ears as he studied the drawing.

“She says he has a cute tail, but I think Leebit’s tail is cuter because it’s fluffy like a bunny,” Narae mumbled, turning her paper around as if inspecting it. “My friend says Bbokari has a cuter tail, but chickens don’t have tails! They have chicken butts!”

Stifling a laugh, he grinned, “You know what? You should go ask Felix if Bbokari has a tail or a chicken butt, he knows all about him.”

She gave him a quick nod before rushing off toward the dancer, determined to get her point proven, leaving Chris to grapple with this newfound knowledge; picking up a crayon and a piece of paper to draw with the children around him.

Eventually the little meet and greet came to an end, the boys handing out the small gift bags to the children who were able to make the event while some of the kids gifted their drawings to the members in return.

With a chorus of ‘thank you’s and well wishes, you led the idol group back to the break room while your coworkers busied themselves with organizing the children to be ushered back into their rooms for the evening.

“I’m never going to let you live down the fact that you actually lost at duck, duck, goose to a kid, Felix,” Seungmin laughed mockingly, the blond’s demise putting a glittering smile on his face.

“Hey! Dohyeon is really fast for his age, okay? I wasn’t going to try to beat a child at a silly little game!”

“I would,” Minho hummed as he passed by the duo, grabbing a bottle of water from the small refreshments table, “teach them early - life isn’t fair.”

“Hyung!”

Chris let out a heavy sigh as the chaos of his members slowly grew, though his anguish was quickly curbed by the sound of your laughter, poorly hidden behind your hand.

Making his way over to you, he nodded his head toward his friends, “I’m sorry about them.”

You waved his apology off with your hand, shaking your head, “Don’t be, that just means you guys had fun - I’m sure the children did too, I haven’t seen their faces light up like that in a while.”

“Yeah? Well, I’m glad we were able to make their day a bit more special.”

His voice was soft, earnest with a sparkle in his eyes and you felt a small flutter float through you as you hummed in affirmation.

“And a few of the nurses, too, it’s not often that we get visitors like you guys who have the time to come by and do little things like this, it means a lot to us.”

“You know,” he hummed, leaning his shoulder against the wall, “I learned something interesting while talking to one of the kids today.”

Raising an eyebrow, you couldn’t help the fleeting sense of worry tug at your psyche from his curious tone. “Did you? And what would that be, Chris?”

“Well, let’s just say, if you want anything WolfChan themed, I’d be more than happy to get it for you.” A smug smirk began to tug at his lips, his voice lowering to a volume only you could catch, “And, if he were real, I think you’d be his favorite, too.”

Your eyes widened a fraction as a wave of embarrassment washed over you, though you recovered with narrowed eyes, “Which one of those rascals told you that?”

“Hey - my lips are sealed!” He chuckled, holding his hands up in moc defense, though the playful shine in his eyes remained. “I’m just the messenger here.”

Nodding slowly, you pursed your lips in thought, “Alright, then what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Well, since you’re real and WolfChan isn’t,” your voice trailed off as you tilted your head inquisitively, “am I your favorite?”

You weren’t sure where the sudden burst of confidence came from, but he’d started the teasing act first, so it was only fair that you played with him at his own game.

Chris bristled at the sudden question, his posture straightening just a bit as his eyes searched yours for any sign of encouragement, a warmth setting over him as the corner of your lip ticked up in challenge.

“My favorite, hm?” He pondered for a moment, tapping his chin before glancing at you with a sparkle that had your heart fluttering, “I’d say there’s no contest, but I’d rather have more time to really figure it out, you know?”

“Is that a proposition, Christopher?”

“It’s a promise, if you’d let me.”

Stepping forward just an inch, you couldn’t fight the smile working its way onto your lips, “I would, but I don’t like when people can’t fulfill their promises.”

“Then it’s a good thing I don’t plan on breaking this one.” He murmured as he leaned forward the same amount, though his entire being begged to close the distance to feel your lips on his. “How about it then, beautiful?”

“Chan hyung! We’ve gotta go soon!”

Your heart sunk at the warning call, looking at him before giving a firm nod, “It’s a deal, but-”

“Don’t worry,” digging into his pocket, he pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper before slyly sliding it into your hand, “we’ll figure out the details, yeah? Patient-nurse confidentiality, and all that.”

Giggling, you tried to ignore the way his hand felt in yours, melting at the warmth he radiated, “Of course, completely confidential.”

He grinned, letting his hand slip from yours he ducked his head in a silent goodbye, “See you later?”

“See you soon.” You reassured him with a glittering smile, watching as he reunited with the rest of his members and management team and joining them in whatever discussion they were wrapping up with.

Taking the chance to unfold the paper he gave to you, your eyes quickly read the numbers neatly scribbled in blue crayon, followed by a cute doodle of WolfChan’s face and a short message.

‘P.S. I think you have a cute butt, too - Chris’

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shadowtriovibes · 1 year

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Hello,

Can you write some shameless pre-relationship Sebastian x mc flirting? Like pining, comparing hand sizes, teasing about height, all that cringe cute stuff! Just go off on that however you like!

hello anon!! here's a quick 1.5k pg-rated words for you because i'd just started a little drabble of MC working at j pippin's for the summer and it turned into two goofy teens in love 🥹

edit: i felt like this deserved a name so i'm calling it "the potioneer's apprentice" and i personally love a potion-loving MC characterization very much so i may return to this 'verse later on xoxo

"I happen to know that you can make a perfectly good batch of Wiggenweld yourself," you point out. Sebastian watches distractedly while you untie your hair, shaking it loose as it falls down to your shoulders. "W-well, yours is better," he insists. "Always has been, even Sharp said so." "It's even better now," you say proudly, pulling one of the bottles out of your bag to hand to him. "...You're not actually hurt, are you?" "No, just bored," he admits. "I wanted to see you."

Staring down at the order slip in your hands, you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling.

Mr. Sebastian Sallow Feldcroft Hamlet

x3 Wiggenweld x1 Focus x1 Felix Felicis

“Simple enough,” Parry Pippin says cheerfully, tucking a knut into the pocket of the postal owl that had just dropped off your latest order. “I’ll put together the Liquid Luck, I know that’s a tricky one.”

Bustling over to his potions station, he adds, “I trust brewing the Wiggenweld and Focus draughts should be no problem for you?”

“Of course,” you say, quickly tying up your hair before lighting a fire beneath the cauldron at your own station.

You’ve been an apprentice at J. Pippin’s Potions for just over a month, refining your potions skills over the summer break – and helping keep an eye on things in Hogsmeade. In that time, your brewing skills have improved significantly, and Parry is more than happy to pass on some of the simpler potions to you.

Attempting to be casual, you ask, “Will this be a delivery?”

“Oh, I should think so,” Parry confirms. “Though it’s not exactly my neck of the woods.”

“Would you like me to drop it off?” you offer hopefully.

“How about this,” Parry offers. “I’ll send you down to the hamlet to drop these off, and then you can call it a day.”

“Thank you, Mister Pippin,” you say with a grin.

Your boss smiles approvingly as you carefully pour some horklump juice into your cauldron, precisely tapping the side of the bottle as he’d taught you.

“Besides,” he says cheekily. “I think this is the third time this month that young mister Sallow has ordered from my shop and requested delivery, even though Fatimah’s shop is much closer.”

You nearly spill the entire bottle.

“Any idea why a Hogwarts student on summer break would need so many potions?” Parry asks, smirking to himself as he pours some lacewing flies into his cauldron.

“W-well, I – I suppose he could be clumsy,” you mumble unconvincingly. “O-or stocking up, perhaps. We’ve got N.E.W.T. classes next term, some of these spells are quite challenging, a-and the beasts, we’ve got Grindylows to examine, you know how they bite…”

You trail off feebly, blushing a bright red. The Wiggenweld potion in your cauldron signals its completion with a puff of smoke, offering a welcome distraction.

“Aye, of course,” Parry murmurs, sounding very much like he doesn’t believe you in the slightest. “In any case, as soon as you finish that Focus potion I’ll send you on your way.”

Quickly ladling three portions of Wiggenweld into Parry's glass vials, you scrub out your cauldron and prepare the last draught, wrinkling your nose at the smell of dugbog tongue. Once it starts to smoke and bubble, you measure out a generous portion and collect the Felix Felicis from your boss, tucking the lot into your satchel.

“Please thank young Sebastian for his order, and tell him I said good day,” Parry tells you with a wink. “And to kindly stop pilfering my apprentice so often.”

“Yes, sir,” you reply sheepishly.

Outside the shop, you trek outside the boundaries of Hogsmeade to hop onto your broom and head south toward Feldcroft. It had been more than a week since you’d seen Sebastian, which felt like an eternity compared to how often you saw him during the school year.

One month into your break and you feel like a simpering wreck.

You miss him like crazy – not that you’d tell him like that, of course. He’s your closest friend, and the two of you have been through so much together in the past two years. You aren’t about to ruin it by confessing that you’re hopelessly in love with him.

—

Sebastian is not moping.

And even if he was, why shouldn’t he mope? He’s alone, it’s swelteringly hot in the hamlet and he hasn’t seen his best friend in a week.

He’s bored, and when Sebastian gets bored, he gets creative.

Really, it’s almost too easy to summon you to Feldcroft. All it took was a quick trip to see the owl post stand and another superfluous order for some potions (with a little bit of Liquid Luck thrown in on a whim), and he knew you’d arrive by the time the heat broke.

He conveniently manages to be tending to his small garden when you touch down beside the Sallow home, his sleeves rolled up past his elbows while he pats some dirt around a sprig of fluxweed.

“Sallow?” You call out teasingly. “I have an order here for Sebastian Sallow?”

“Must be a lazy bloke, ordering all those Wiggenwelds instead of making them himself,” he answers, sitting back on his heels and wiping some sweat away from his brow with the back of his wrist. “Or perhaps just daft.”

“I happen to know that you can make a perfectly good batch of Wiggenweld yourself,” you point out.

Sebastian watches distractedly while you untie your hair, shaking it loose as it falls down to your shoulders.

“W-well, yours is better,” he insists. “Always has been, even Sharp said so.”

“It’s even better now,” you say proudly, pulling one of the bottles out of your bag to hand to him. “...You’re not actually hurt, are you?”

“No, just bored,” he admits. “I wanted to see you.”

If Ominis were here, he’d likely pick up on how those words make your heart race a little faster, but mercifully, Sebastian does not.

“Here I am,” you say. “And I’m all yours for the day, Mister Pippin gave me the rest of the day off.”

“Oh, really?” he replies, brushing some stray dirt off of his trousers as he stands up. “Whatever could we get up to with an entire afternoon?”

You blink in surprise as he stands, realizing for the first time that Sebastian has gotten taller.

“What?” he asks, catching your gaze.

“You’ve grown,” you say dumbly. “I – I mean, you’re tall.”

“Am I?” he asks, a teasing smirk on his lips. “Perhaps you’re just short.”

“I am not short,” you protest, following Sebastian as he leads the way into the old Sallow home.

It feels different now, obviously. Less like a family home and more like a chaotic bachelor pad, Sebastian’s strewn-about books and haphazard notes covering up a distinct lack of coziness.

It’s only for the summer, Sebastian had told you the first time you’d seen it.

(You know he doesn’t really have anywhere else to go anymore, what with the Gaunt household becoming more toxic by the day. You wouldn’t be surprised to find Ominis squatting there as well by the time July rolls around.)

“You’re practically pocket-sized,” Sebastian teases, closing the door behind you to keep some of the midday sun out. “I think it’s why you’re so powerful – it’s concentrated, your magic.”

You scoff and shove at his shoulder, wondering to yourself when he became so broad.

It had only been a few weeks since school had let out, hadn’t it? And suddenly Sebastian was walking around in a man’s body, one you were sure wasn’t there in Charms class in May. Or maybe it was, hiding beneath his suit jacket and his robes…

You blink rapidly to clear your head.

“Um. Your potions,” you mumble, pulling the rest of the bottles out of your satchel and placing them on the front room table.

Then you can’t help but ask, “What’s the Felix Felicis for?”

“Not sure yet,” Sebastian admits. “But I’m sure it will come in handy at some point.”

You hum under your breath, picking up the delicate vial and examining it in the light.

“Hand it over,” Sebastian demands with a laugh. “I don’t like the way you’re looking at that bottle, I know what temptation looks like on your face.”

Blushing, you place the vial in his outstretched hand, letting your own hand linger a beat too long. Sebastian quickly catches your wrist, turning your hand palm-side up.

“Merlin’s beard, your hand is small,” he observes.

“Not this again,” you groan.

“I’m being serious, you hold your wand with this tiny thing?” he jokes. “Poor Ollivander had his work cut out for him.”

“Let’s see yours, then,” you insist, holding your hand up to him. “Go on.”

Sebastian presses his palm against yours and you raise your eyebrows. His hand dwarfs yours to the degree that he could wrap the tips of his fingers overtop yours if he wanted to.

“See?” he says, his voice suddenly much quieter in the empty home. “Tiny.”

“And yet I can still beat you in a duel,” you retort, trying to calm your racing heart.

Just like that, the tension in the room dissolves away and Sebastian lights up.

“A duel, hmm?” he echoes. “Is that an offer?”

“Seriously? That’s what you want to do today?” you laugh. “It’s thirty degrees outside and you want to duel?”

“We could practice on the training dummies,” he offers hopefully. “You know you want to.”

…Damn him, he’s right.

“Fine,” you relent. “But if I sweat through this chemise, it’s your head, Sallow.”

Sebastian tries very hard to not think about you in a sweat-soaked white shirt as you lead him back outside, and if he trips over the doorframe on his way out, he’s happy to let you continue to assume it’s just his clumsy streak.

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feyhunter78 · 3 months

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Cats Out of The Bag

Art cred: Skyleriearts on Twitter!

Description: Miguel has no idea what he's walking into. Previous part

@jshookthighs couldn't find any tissues, will this do?

Miguel’s excited, he loves your post class hangouts, loves being in your apartment surrounded by everything you. It’s comforting in a way he doesn’t even know how to describe.

Your favorite flowers in hand, he shoots you a text that he’s at your door, then knocks, a smile already tugging at the corners of his lips as he imagines the sight that will appear before him. He hopes you’ve had time to relax, change into more comfortable clothes, decompress from the day, all soft smiles, and soft fabrics as you curl into him, some reality TV show you like playing in the background.

You open the door, and he finds himself greeted by mascara stained cheeks and red, puffy eyes.

He nearly drops the bouquet in his rush to usher you inside and pull you to his chest. What happened? Were you hurt, did someone say something to you, did you do badly on an assignment?

“Y/N, come on, talk to me, tell me what happened, let me help you.” He soothes, wiping away your tears with his thumbs, searching your face for answers.

You push away his hands and bury your face in your own. The rejection stings, but he brushes it aside and gently grasps your wrists, not to pull your hands away but to ground himself, and hopefully you.

“Please, mi dulce, you know I’ll do anything I can to make it better.” He tries, his voice low and comforting, even though his chest aches at the sight of you so miserable.

“I know Miguel. I know about Ava, and the whole thing with Xina? I’m not stupid, I know you and Xina obviously think I am, but I’m not.” You snap, pushing away from him and handing him your phone, a video looping on it.

You draw your knees up to your chest as he watches the video, horror dawning on him as he realizes just what it is.

Miguel’s eyes widen, he drops your phone on the couch as if it burned him. “Y/N, I—I’m so sorry, I didn’t—she—”

No one was ever supposed to see that, she swore she deleted it. You weren’t supposed to know, no one was, he never wants to think about that night again.

“She’s better I know, she gets you, she’s your first love, blah, blah, blah.” You say, voice taut with emotion. “And Xina, I get it, she’s so smart, she’s able to keep up with you.”

He shakes his head, and his whole body is trembling, he reaches for you, but stops himself halfway, the video still playing on your phone, silent and looping on the cushions between you. “No, no she’s not, y/n, this—that video, that was before you and I even met, I thought she deleted it. She swore to me, she deleted it.”

“That’s your fucking bed, Miguel, I know what it looks like.” You laugh humorlessly, and it cuts him like a knife.

“I-It’s not what it looks like.” He stutters out, reaching to flip your phone over, unable to stomach looking at it anymore.

“How? How is it not what it looks like?” You ask, angry tears in your eyes, your bottom lip trembling.

He hangs his head, running a hand through his hair, tugging on the ends. “It was before we met, Ava had just transferred in, she saw me out on campus, we started talking she asked me to get a drink with her, it all just got worse from there. It was a mistake; and I didn’t even know she was recording.”

“Okay…” You say quietly, sobs dying down into sniffles.

“She promised me she deleted the video; I made her swear she would when I woke up that next morning. It never happened again, I swear.” Miguel braves the space between you two and takes one of your hands in his.

It wasn’t necessarily a crime what happened to him, he wanted someone, something, and Ava was familiar, was throwing herself at him, and he accepted even if his sober mind cursed him for his drunken horniness.

“Okay, I’ll believe you. This time. ” You add as an afterthought.

Miguel presses your hand to his lips, brushing each knuckle with a chaste kiss. “It was only and will only be that one time.”

“I can believe that, but I can’t pretend that you didn’t laugh at me.”

Another cut, the knife digging deep into his chest. “What, when?”

“With Xina, when I said I agreed with you and apparently that was the wrong thing to say.”

He should’ve known. He could tell you had been out of your element, all quiet and clinging to him, but he didn’t mean to hurt you, he had told a joke, one you must have missed.

“Y/N, mi amor, it was a joke, I made a joke, you must have just missed it, I wasn’t trying to hurt you, I thought you were in on it.” He presses your hand to his heart, silently pleading with you to believe him.

You freeze, then your fingers curl, gripping his shirt. “Did you just call me your love?”

Miguel blanks, frantically searching for an explanation, something to salvage whatever remained of your relationship.

“Miguel, do you love me?” You’re moving closer to him, slowly, carefully, your eyes locked on his.

He swallows hard. “Yes, and I—I know it’s only been a few months, but I also know what I feel.”

You’re halfway in his lap, still radiant even after crying. “Say it again.”

“Mi amor.” He says, letting the words slip off his lips with as much passion and honesty as he can muster. “Mi amor, mi amor, mi amor, mi amor, I love you.”

“I love you too.” You whisper, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly.

He returns the embrace, crushing you to his chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“I’m going to need you to get a new bed, though.” You mumble, the vibrations of your voice rumbling against his chest.

“Anything, I’ll get anything you want.” He promises, fanning his fingers out on your back, wanting to take up as much space as possible, wanting to feel your solid form against his, feel the warmth of your skin through your thin tank top.

“And I don’t want you near Ava ever again.”

He chuckles, “I won’t fight you on that.”

“And maybe you get a tattoo of my name across your forehead.”

“I will fight you on that one.”

He can feel your laughter before he sees your brilliant smile as you lean back, eyes still a little red and puffy but lit up with mirth. “Aw really? I think it would look so good.”

He laughs again and shakes his head. “You’re funny.”

“I am, thank you.” You say, thoroughly satisfied, as you slide off his lap and hold out a hand to him. “Now are you coming?”

Miguel tilts his head. “Where?”

“We have to find you a new bed.” You say simply, smiling at him, the very essence of the sun personified.

If you keep smiling like that, he’ll follow you anywhere.

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leviathans-watching · 1 year

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hello🥰

can you make a headcanons with satan + solomon and maybe any character you want to add with mc who likes doodling cats/stars or anything during the day or maybe even in class on the (character) hands and they find it cute ??

love you❤️ .

drawing cats on lucifer, satan, solomon, and diavolo

includes: lucifer, satan, solomon, diavolo x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .5k | rated g | m.list

a/n: ugh this was adorable, i hope you enjoy! thanks for requesting and ly2!! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback so come talk w me

please like, reply, and reblog!!

grabbing a pen from your bag, you take your seatmate’s hand in yours, double-checking to make sure the lecturer isn’t looking.

“what are you doing?” he hisses, but you only flash him a grin, putting the pen to his hand. gently, you draw out a design, taking care to make it neat and cute.

patiently, he waits for you to finish, taking notes with his other hand. you should be taking notes. it’s fine, you’ll get them from him later.

once you’re finally done, you pull back, letting him admire your work.

➳ lucifer looks down at his hand, eyebrows raised. “a cat? really?”

you let out a quiet giggle, leaning your head on his shoulder. “i made it grumpy, just like you!” you take his hand again, admiring your beautiful art, and can’t help but laugh again.

“i should go wash my hands,” he whispers idly, a half-threat. hopefully, he doesn't–you put effort into that cat! you even tried to make the eyebrows match!

unbeknownst to you, however, lucifer secretly quite enjoys the drawing and doesn’t plan to wash it off any time soon.

➳ satan look down at his hand, breaking into a rare smile. “a cat? oh, mc, you know me so well.”

“of course i do,” you return, and he chuckles quietly.

“here, give me the pen.” you do as he says, and he takes your hand. “i’m going to draw a cat to match.”

he’s so serious and focused, which is honest perfect, because it gives you a moment to stare at his face, unabashed. after a few moments, he pulls back, revealing his masterpiece. it’s honestly not that well done, but you’ll cherish it all the same.

➳ solomon squints down at his hand. “what in the world is that supposed to be?”

“a cat!” you hiss, scowling. “isn’t it obvious?”

“a cat?” he turns his hand this way and that, trying to see a cat in the squiggle of lines you’d drawn. “no, not at all.”

“you suck,” you inform him, and he laughs.

“here, give me the pen. i’ll show you how a real cat is drawn!” the mess he leaves on your hand isn’t any better than your attempts, something you continue to rib him over for the next few days.

➳ diavolo preens as he examines the drawing. “i like the hearts around its head,” he whispers. “what’s its name?”

“harold,” you whisper, and his shoulders shake with suppressed laughter. it wouldn’t do for the lord of the devildom to be caught slacking off in class.

“the name suits him,” diavolo praises, and you smile, satisfied. “perhaps i should get this tattooed here. i’ll even draw you one to match”

“i wouldn’t go that far,” you say quickly, not wanting him to do something stupid, “but i don’t hate the idea of matching tattoos.”

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latenightdaydreams · 22 days

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Oh, Author. To be in your presence (asks) one again is such a delight. With you and your divine power (writing)... Will you care to bless this lady by fulfilling her simple request? 🙏

Upon your Sub!König revelation (headcanon), a thought - a need - has been lingering in my mind for far too long. According to the scripture, it has mentioned König loves to be financially dominated. If this is true, grant us with the vision of Reader purchasing the best and the most expensive items - cough, toys and lingerie, cough - in the market as some sort of surprise for König. But it comes off as shocking news to him when he finds out whose is it for... It isn't meant for Reader at all. It's all meant for him. I am quite sure we know what ensues next: Our supposedly intimidating giant in lingerie, being teased and pleasured by toys 🤭

Sigh, what a sight to behold. A sight I shall engrave in my mind. Oh, and to add a little bit of a personal spice preference: Konig addresses Dom!Reader as "Meisterin (Mistress)".

Why such an absurd request? Unfortunately, I have quite the fascination for pathetic submissive men. And what better candidate to push into such abyss but our man König 😮‍💨🤌

Anyway, breaking out of my weird, poor attempt at formal speech. I hope you have a great day/night ahead and have been recovering from the pain you mentioned before 🫂 Take plenty of rest, stay hydrated and eat well, alright? Here's plenty of love that hopefully breaks your device screen and ends up san mothering you: ❤️💕💞💓💗🩷💖💝

You're so sweet🩷 Thank you for wishing me well! I also love how you wrote this hahaha

Submissive König is such a baby girl. I always think of this artist work! @ marndraws on twitter😮‍💨 They draw amazing sub/soft König.

A Little Treat (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

Sub Head Canon

>cw: fem/afab, bondage, toys, oral, sub/dom

1.4k word count

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While sitting at his desk in the office, his phone goes off. The ringtone he has set only for you. He pushes himself back from the desk to check the message.

“Send $1,000🩷,”

König can’t help but to smile and he sends you 2k and text back, “I sent extra just in case. Love you.”

Standing in the middle of a high-end sex shop, you look down at your phone and smile. König is always so sweet. You walk forward to a classic maid outfit on the rack inspecting it. A kind woman wearing a black suit comes over with a kind smile.

“May I help you in any way?”

“Yes, actually. Do you carry this in XXXL?”

Once you get home, König hears the car pull up. He quickly abandons his work to rush downstairs and assist you. His eyes land on you ask you wait for him inside the car. In a hurry, he opens the driver’s door for you, holding his hand out to help you out.

“The bags are in the back seat.” You say as he kisses your hand.

“I’ll grab them.” König lets go of your hand and grabs four bags out of the back. His eyes widen as he sees where the bags are from. Excitement rushes through his body. “Liebling, what do you have planned for tonight?”

A small smirk crosses your lips. “You’ll see.”

You walk ahead of König as you both enter the house. Going straight upstairs to the bedroom, you sit on the bed as he places the bags on top of your shared dresser. His eyes gloss over you as he walks to you.

“May I kiss you?”

“Yes.” You turn your head up for him as he leans down and kisses your lips tenderly.

“Danke…” His voice was low as he pulls away from the kiss; looking at you with such adoring eyes.

“Are you ready to see what I got?”

“Ja, absolutely.”

“Sit.” You stand and walk over to the bags and bring them to him.

König sits wide eyed as you pull out a riding crop. He can feel his dick tingle slightly, thinking of your ass jiggling once he hits it. Then a pair of handcuffs; his eyebrows raise in surprise. He continues to watch as you pull out many types of toys and his cock gets hard. Then you hold up a maid’s outfit…clearly not in your size. He tilts his head.

“You’ve been such a good boy lately; I want to treat you.”

“Das ist für mich?”

“All for you.” You say, holding the outfit out to him. “Try it on.”

He stands slowly and grabs the outfit. You sit on the bed opening the packaging to some toys as he gets dressed. König stands there looking at himself in the mirror. His muscles bulging in the tight outfit.

Stepping out of the bedroom, König sees you fully undressed. His jaw drops as he looks up and down your body.

“You look so hot König.”

He blushes and looks down at his own body before bashfully looking back up at you. “Ja?”

“Yes… come here.”

He walks to stand in front of you, his pale blue eyes gazing down at you. You reach up to caress his body, feeling his muscles underneath the fabric of the outfit. A hand dropping down to go under the skirt of the outfit, grabbing his hard cock.

“My handsome boy…” The words leave in a whisper as you walk around him, grabbing the cuff and placing them on his wrist.

You turn and walk to the bed, beckon him to follow you. The giant war criminal listens to you, no questions asked. “Bend over.”

He bends over the bed. His muscular ass showing from underneath the skirt of the maid’s outfit. You rub your hand over his ass before spanking lightly. Reaching for the riding crop, you step back and lightly tap his ass. No reaction. You reach back further and hit him with it again. He jumps slightly before letting out a nervous chuckle.

“Are you okay?”

“Ja.”

“Yes what?” You hit him again. A small red mark appearing on his pale skin.

“Ja Meisterin.”

“That’s my good boy.” You spank him a few more times. Reaching down, you grasp his balls and tug on them slightly before spanking him again. His body jumping slightly, making you giggle as you spank him once more.

“Who owns you?”

“You do, Meisterin.” The tone of his voice so tender.

“Good boy. Now lay on your back for me.” He maneuvers himself further onto the bed, rolling on to his back as he waited for your next move.

You go through one of the bags and find tape, nipple clamps, and a small pink vibrator. In one hand you hold the items and walk to the bed. With one finger you begin to flick his nipples, getting them hard. Once his pink nipples were erect, you place the clamps on them.

König winced slightly, but then bit his lower lip. “My little pain slut.” You giggle as you tug on the chain connected to the clamps. Standing off the bed, you walk around it, lightly hitting his abdomen with the riding prop.

König’s eyes are following your every move, watching as you walk in front of him and lift the skirt again, exposing his erection. Your hand wraps around it and begins to stroke his cock every so slightly. Spitting on it to lubricate it. König lets out shuttered breaths as you so this, the tip of his cock leaking even more precum.

Letting go, you get the small vibrator out, turning it on the first setting, then rubbing it on the underside of his cock’s head. His eyes go wide as he feels the vibration. He’s never tried touching himself with a toy before.

“You have to tell me which setting you like best.” You say as you switch through all five settings. On the third quick burst of vibrations, you see König begin to twitch.

“Tha- that one.” He manages to get out. “Bitte meine Meisterin.”

“Perfect.” The tape was easy to pull as you begin to wrap it around his boner, securing the vibrator to him. His legs twitch as he closes his eyes. A firm hand reaching down, grasping his jaw. “Open your eyes.”

He listens, his eyes instantly falling to your breasts. His mind fuzzy with the overwhelming sensation he is feeling right now. Without breaking your eye contact, you climb up on to the bed and staddle his abdomen. You begin to grind your wet cunt along his solid belly, covering him in your arousal. A moan escaping your lips as König watches you do this with an intense gaze.

“Are you ready to eat my pussy?”

“Please Meisterin, please let me taste your pussy.”

“You’re being such a good boy.” Your legs move up until your lingering over his face, but facing to you can see his body. “Rub your nose in it.”

König uses his strong core to lean up and bury his aquiline nose deep into your pussy; taking in a deep breath as he does. Your smell is like candy to him, he can’t get enough. Slowly his tongue comes out and begins to lick between your pink folds. Thick globs of your creamy arousal being scooped up by his tongue.

In response you begin to rock your hips, matching his rhythm. Fingers going through his hair and pulling tightly. “Just like that.”

You lean forward and begin to stroke the shaft of him cock, his hips beginning to buck up into your hand rapidly. “Someone wants to cum…” You tease, feeling his head nod underneath you as he moans into your cunt.

“Will you cum for me?”

His hips begin to thrust quicker into your hand as his moans become louder. His tongue movements less precise and more erratic, like he is only focused on getting a taste and not actual pleasure for you.

“Good boy, cum for master.”

You lead forward so your ass if hoovering over his face instead of sitting on it. His balls tighten as his cock throbs. He tries his hardest to put his face back into your pussy while he cums, but you don’t give him that satisfaction. Toes curling as you leave him with only the view of your tight ass hole and creamy cunt.

His cock shoots out cum, the thick creamy cum falling on to your hand and his abdomen.

“Oh fuck!” König moans loudly. The vibration on the tip of his now extremely sensitive head was driving him wild. “Please, it’s too much now.”

A mischievous smirk crosses your face as you sit back down on his face. “Cum again for me."

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astravv · 6 months

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one of your girls pt. 3 || alhaitham x stripper! reader || multipart series

hi, here’s part 3 to one of your girls <3 I decided that I’m going to add a playlist before some of my fics, so here’s my small playlist for one of your girls.

- one of the girls - the weeknd

- i’m a slave 4 u - britney spears

- drunk in love - the weeknd remix

- agora hills - doja cat

- the color violet - tory lanez

- little bit - lykke li

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i opened the door to my locker at work, tossing my bag and lunch into the small compartment. a blonde girl i’ve never seen before gives me a weird look as she shoves a small reese’s cup in her mouth.

i give her a stank look back, kind of like a “really” look, then head out of the dressing room and into the hallway where work really starts.

if my plan works out right, i’ll be making bank tonight. hopefully some other dancers don’t ruin it for me.

i get up on the stage, walking down the runaway to a small pit where a pole is. i bite my lip a bit, hoping to god that i don’t fuck this up.

my hand makes contact with the pole and i softly grasp it and swing myself around it, then pushing my chest into the pole so my ass can be more visible. i’m scanning the crowd, not for my favorite customers, but for alhaitham.

for some reason, i really just want him to examine every part of the dance, how i freshly shaved my legs last night so they’re shiny and smooth. the way i wore his favorite lingerie that he’d always compliment me in. he said i suited red. it brought my face out.

i manage to spot him, at the bar, watching me as he takes a shot of some sort of vodka. i make sure to make my hips sway a certain way he likes.

i’m making sure that he knows i’m not over last night, and i’m really trying to piss him off.

i can feel his eyes on me, i know there at least a hundred eyes on me, it’s a busy night. but i only care about his.

then my favorite song came on. the britney spears song that is so popular. i’m a slave for you, or whatever. it just gives me more confidence, i do some more swaying and swinging on the pole, not letting my eyes off the gray-haired man at the bar.

he sighs, and slams his shot glass down. he gets up and heads to the back, probably to his office to groan.

good thing, because my turn is up. i quickly collect all the money i had made, which was a lot, since there was lots of men watching. i figured i did pretty good. as soon as i hopped off stage, a man came up to me, looking me up and down.

“can i get a private dance, baby?” he grins.

“maybe,” i wink, “if your lucky.”

“aww, don’t do me like that, babydoll.” he leans in closer to me.

“and your not lucky tonight, i’m afraid.” i tease.

his eyes shoot at me and he backs off like he was extremely offended that i turned him down.

“okay, bitch, didn’t want that dance anyways.” he spits on the floor next to me and walks off angrily. i roll my eyes, ignoring that guy.

i head towards the back and nervously walk to alhaitham’s office, across from the dressing room.

i open the door, and i’m met with alhaitham at his desk, that one blonde girl who was rudely shoving her mouth in the dressing room on his lap. his hand is on the small of her back, holding her so perfectly.

when our eyes meet, she quickly pounces up off of him.

“the hell?” i gave him and the blonde an ugly look, she pushes through me to get out of the room and head back to work. “you’re a man whore.”

“am i really?” alhaitham smirks. “purposefully getting to me out there, huh?”

“so you settle with some trashy blonde bitch?” i rebut.

“no.” he replies, looking off the side. “listen, y/n, i’m sorry about yesterday and what i said. i just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“because i make you the most money, i heard it all yesterday, alhaitham.” i groan, folding my arms.

“no, because i care about you and your wellbeing.” he scoffs. “sadly.”

when i hear that come out of his mouth, i can’t help but raise an eyebrow and laugh loudly.

“what a funny joke!” i laugh.

“i’m being serious.” his smile is gone and i can tell he’s got that weird serious face on. it’s like the business just came out of him.

“oh.” i shut up and go completely silent.

“how about i treat you to dinner tonight?” he questions. i look at him and the wall behind him, trying to think of an answer.

“what do i get out of it?” i answer.

“a free dinner.” he nods, smiling a little bit. “would there be something else you’d want?” i put my hands on my waist and walk over to his desk.

“anything?”

“anything.”

“i want a big shopping trip to the mall where you buy me whatever i like, then i want a dinner at one of those fondue restaurants, after that, i want you to take me to a relaxing hot spring, but it be completely rented so it’s just me and you.” i smile widely.

“why just me and you?” he asks, looking into my eyes.

“why not, private, right?” i let out a small chuckle.

“you’re funny, but you’re on. i’ll pick you up at 10 in the morning.” he agrees. “now get out of my office.”

“alright then,” i turn around and walk out of his office, holding onto the door and looking back at alhaitham. “no trashy blondes before our date, i’ll know.”

then i shut the door. i have a big smile on my face as i head back to work. the whole night i’m just thinking about tomorrow where i’ll be spoiled by alhaitham, my own boss. giving me the shopping spree of my dreams.

how insane.

i make sure everything is perfect with my outfit and my makeup. i touch it up a bit in the mirror, tugging a bit at the sleeves of the nice sweater i put on. i slipped my shoes on when I heard a knock at my door.

i head over and open it, to see a very handsome alhaitham standing on the other side.

“good morning, y/n.” he greets.

“good morning, alhaitham.” i nod, I walk back into my house and grab my small purse, looking at his face and giving him a big grin.

“let’s go to the car, shall we?” he grabs my hand and walks me to the elevator to go the ground floor to go to his car. alhaitham has a really nice car. it’s a very new black bmw.

the elevator ride down is slow it feels like, and we keep looking at each other then looking at the door. the awkwardness doesn’t seem to go away.

“how was your morning?” alhaitham breaks the awkward silence.

“it was really nice actually. i took the time to get ready, so it felt great.” i reply.

“just to see me?” he teases, butting his elbow into me.

“no, you’re not that lucky.” i laugh.

“boo.”

the elevator finally opens and we both walk out, i notice i’m actually leading him to his car and not him. once we get to his car, he gives me a weird glance.

“how did you know this was my car?” he questions, walking to the passenger door and opening it for me.

“weird hunch.” i blow it off, setting myself down in the nice, sleek car. he shakes his head and shuts the door, walking over the driver side and gets himself in and situated. he turns on the car and we start our drive to the mall.

he slides his hand on my thigh, looking at me almost for approval. i give him a small smile.

the day starts out great, we go to lots of shops and he carries all my bags like a gentleman. it’s nice, having him by my side. i guess something i wanted for awhile, but never asked for. i think he wanted this too, but excluding that i’m spending his money.

dinner is wonderful, we talk about our interests and our lives growing up. we feel almost perfect for each other. i even start to let myself fall a little for the man.

we end the day at the hot springs. all to ourselves. when we get there, we head to the cubby area where we can get changed into our bathing suits.

“shit..” i mumble, i cross my legs and look down at the ground, i watch alhaitham grab his swimming trunks out of his bag. “i forgot a bikini.”

“oh, damn..” he murmurs. “we could skinny dip?”

“are you sure?” i whisper. “do you think they’re watching?”

he shakes his head as he watches me take my outfit off, leaving me in my underwear and bra.

“will you turn around?” i roll my eyes at him.

“sorry, my bad,” he murmurs and flips himself around, wishing he could just turn around and look at me in my birthday suit.

when he hears me get into the water, he takes the rest of his clothes off and hops in too, i try to not peak at him naked either, but i do notice he is very nicely toned.

i look over at alhaitham, his face so calm even though he’s in this awkward situation.

“do you think we are made for each other?” i ask, straight up. “i mean, do you even like me?”

“of course i like you, y/n.” he replies, grabbing my thigh. “what made you think i didn’t?”

“you’re my boss.” i reply, “and I’m not sure, i just had a weird feeling you didn’t.”

“if i didn’t like you, would i be doing all this?” alhaitham asks.

“well i did sorta demand it.” i laugh softly.

“you’re right,” he chuckles, “but seriously.”

he leans in and presses his lips onto mine, it feels nice. this feels nice. it feels right.

his lips press harder, and his hand pushes further up my thigh. my arms wrap around his neck, pushing my body closer into his. our lips disconnect and i let out a soft sigh as he presses his hand between my legs, rubbing my clit harshly.

my mouth is agape and he watches every movement of my face. he kisses my cheek as he slips two fingers inside me, quickly pushing them in and out, hitting the good spots, that earns more moans out of me.

“alhaitham..” i moan out.

“you’re a good girl.” he praises, biting my earlobe, leaving small kisses down my neck too. moans spill out of my lips. alhaitham smirks a bit, his eyes look deeply into mine, like he’s having a staring contest with me.

he pulls his fingers out of me, grabbing my hips and pulling me out of the hot spring. he gets on his knees and puts his face between my thighs, licking slowly at my slit. my wet hands slide into his hair, pulling and tugging at it. he groans a little at the contact.

his tongue enters me, going in and out at a rapid pace.

“alhaitham…” i cry out, my legs closing in on his head.

he pulls his tongue out of me and starts sucking on my clit, licking every bit of it and causing me to arch my back. he bites it a little, sending a shiver through my body. once he’s done torturing me as he eats me out, he gets up, and taps his dick against my entrance.

precum pours out of his slit, he licks his thumb and wipes it off. he spits onto his dick and rubs in the wetness all over it, causing him to bite his lip. he’s so handsome when he does that. he looks up at me and smiles.

“are you ready?” he asks. “is this okay?”

“yes, please just make me feel good already, i’ve been waiting long enough.” i cry out.

“you are right..” he smirks. his hand pushes his cock into me, sliding it in and out of my sopping wet cunt. a load moan comes out of my mouth as i grab onto alhaitham’s arms.

“oh.. alhaitham..” i cry out again, clenching my teeth together harshly. “keep going..”

he thrusts into me at a faster rate, watching his dick go in and out of the hole. he smiles at then throws his head back in pleasure.

“you feel so good, y/n.” alhaitham praises. “good for me.”

his groans carry on as he goes harder and deeper inside me, causing me to get louder as well. we were already in a public place and i was trying to be as quiet as possible, seems like that didn’t work out.

alhaitham grabs me, and throw me on my stomach, pulling my ass in the arm as he enters me again, slamming his dick right into my cunt.

his grunts get faster and heavier as he goes in and out and a very fast state.

“y/n..” he cries out, as i feel him fill me up with his cum.

my eyes widen and i shoot a look back at alhaitham, this feeling was new, and weird, i didn’t know he came inside me. was he wearing a condom? did it break? or is he just stupid?

i pull myself off of him and see whitish, clear liquid goop out from my thighs.

“you finished in me? you asshole!” i yell.

“why not, you’re mine anyways.” he laughs.

“whatever, you bitch.”

#alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #x reader #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #sumeru #genshin smut

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hyprfixate · 11 months

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soul vine ↝ [L.M.] :: part two

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: when you decide to get an ear piercing as part of your transition to adulthood, you expect a lot of things, like the pain and the high price tag. what you don’t expect, however, is finding out you’re soul-bound to the angry blonde from the parlor. or that you’re technically not human.

but hey. adulthood, right?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ pairing: lee minho x she/her reader

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ chapter word count: 4.1k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ tags: magic au, grumpy minho, fantasy, medium burn, strangers to enemies to friends to lovers, soulmate au (will add more as i think about it)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ author’s note: this took so long to write and im not even sure i’m satisfied with it, but i hope you all enjoy! as usual if you see formatting mistakes, no you didn’t.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ tag list: @mal-lunar-28 (comment on this post to be added!)

part one - part two - part three - part four

“Oh shit, are you okay?”

With your eyes scrunched tight from the pain, you weren’t able to see Hyunjin reaching out for you or Minho’s shocked face off to the side. Tears pooled in your lashes as you clutched at your ear, the pain making your ears ring.

“Okay, it’s okay, I got you.”

A hand, you assumed it to be Hyunjin’s, pressed something cold against your ear. Slowly, the pain started to dissipate little by little, until you found your eyes open again, blurred by the remnants of tears.

Hyunjin’s plump lips were slack in surprise and confusion. He glanced over at Minho, whose face was tight and slightly annoyed. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he held the paper bag with the care instructions in one of his hands.

“You’d think letting your piercer know you’re allergic to silver would be common sense, huh.” His annoyed tone was punctuated by a raise of his eyebrow.

“You’d think the piercer would realize I wouldn’t know, since I don’t have any piercings.”

You stared at him with a deadpan look on your face. Next to you, Hyunjin bit his tongue to stop from laughing. It didn’t prove to be very helpful, however, and his shoulders still shook slightly.

After composing himself, Hyunjin cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah so, if it continues to hurt like that you can come back and we’ll swap the earring out for you.”

He snatched the care bag from Minho and presented it to you. “Maybe it was just a delayed reaction to the pain though. Make sure you follow all the instructions here carefully, okay? We don’t want it to get infected.”

“Another thing,” Minho piped up. “Hopefully the picture is off the board now— and if it isn’t, take it down when you get out there Hyunjin— but if anyone asks where you got that earring, don’t send them here.”

Both you and Hyunjin stared at him like he lost his mind. “Uh…”

“We’re trying to run a business here, dude,” Hyunjin sighed. He turned his attention back to you. “You can tell them where you got pierced. But, yeah, maybe don’t tell them Minho made the earring specifically. He’s touchy about it.”

You remembered how gorgeous it looked in your ear, and you felt yourself smiling slightly. Gatekeeping, in this instance, had to be okay, right? The artist himself didn’t want anyone else to wear his artwork, so it was almost necessary. You reached an absent minded hand up to your ear, and traced your finger over the heart.

“Thank you, Minho,” you whispered.

The blonde blinked in surprise, almost as if he wasn’t used to the phrase. For a second, you thought his grouchy exterior would wash away.

“Whatever. I hope you like it.”

Nevermind.

“Come on, I’ll walk you to the front,” Hyunjin said softly. With a gentle hand on your back to guide you, he began walking out of Minho’s studio, casting an unreadable glance back at Minho, who was staring at you.

Once the two of you were out of earshot, you turned to Hyunjin. “Is he normally like that? Or did I offend him by getting this earring?”

“Hm? Oh, Minho! No, he’s just like that. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He paused for a second. “Well, I mean, he’s just like that when it comes to the earring. It’s a…. cultural thing?”

You felt yourself freeze. “A cultural thing..?”

Did you just unknowingly commit a micro-aggression? Anxiety brewed in your gut as you stared at Hyunjin with large, pleading eyes.

“Oh— no! Don’t worry! The earring isn’t the cultural thing— or, well it kind of is, but not in like a… I mean, like…”

Your anxiety didn’t quell with Hyunjin stuttering over his words. Common sense told you that the earring had a complicated history, and there wasn’t much Hyunjin could tell you that would make sense without the background context. You paused his anxious bumbling by putting a hand on his arm, causing him to look over at you.

“It’s okay,” you whispered. “I just want to know if I’m… disrespecting a culture by wearing this. You don’t have to tell me a whole story if you don’t want to.”

The redhead let out a small breath. “Right. Okay. The history of the earring is a little complicated, but it’s a culture no one knows about. Except us here, in the studio.”

“Like an ancient civilization?”

He pressed his lips together. “Yeah. Something like that.”

A part of you didn’t believe him in the slightest, but you nodded anyway. “That’s kind of cool,” you offered. With his meek smile, you gave him a strong one. “So you guys are history buffs. Wouldn’t expect that with the tattoos and piercings.”

Hyunjin chuckled, continuing your walk to the front lobby. “You’d be surprised,” he giggled. “But, I’m glad you chose the earring. You seem like a nice person, and that makes me happy.”

You felt a smile creep onto your face at the praise. Before you could reply, Hyunjin parted the mysterious black curtain from earlier and ushered you out into the front lobby. Chan was seated next to the front desk, along with a new face you didn’t recognize. The silver hair, black gloves, and tattoos indicated that he also worked there, though, and so did Hyunjin’s warm smile.

Chan glanced up from his conversation and smiled at you. “All done?”

“Yeah,” you smiled back. You turned your head to show him, and he gave a wolf whistle in response.

“I’m so glad Minho actually did it,” he grinned. “It’s absolutely gorgeous. And everything else was okay?”

“We had a small mishap with a mirror,” you cringed. “I was looking at his little watermark and my ear started burning. He and Hyunjin think I might be allergic to silver.”

“Watermark?”

The new voice surprised you. The three of you turned to the third person, who’s almond eyes were round and sparkling. Noticing everyone staring at him, he shrunk into himself and gave a bashful smile. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Jisung raises a good point,” Chan mumbled to himself. “What watermark do you mean?”

Your eyebrow raised slightly. “The squiggles in the earring.” You made a squiggly motion with your finger. “When light hits them it spells out Minho’s name.”

A strange silence blanketed the front lobby. Chan furrowed his eyebrows, and his tongue peeked out of his mouth to mess with his lip ring. “Huh,” he mumbled. “We didn’t know about that part.”

The newcomer, Jisung, blinked quietly. “It makes sense.” His voice was quiet. “If you think about it.”

After another awkward beat, Chan clapped his hands together once. “Well, either way, don’t worry about the mirror. We run through them like laundry here. Especially Jisung.”

“Hey!”

Chan pulled out a few pieces of official looking paperwork. “Can I get your ID to confirm your age?”

You fumbled around in your pocket and handed him the small card. He gave it a quick glance and handed it back to you with a smile.

There was something about Chan and his smile that made you feel… safe. His eyes always seemed to be sparkling, and his expressions were always kind, even when he was arguing with Minho. You felt a smile appear on your face in response.

“Oh! Happy Birthday,” Chan grinned. “I’ll slide a little discount on there for you then. Everything comes out to be $45.”

You wrinkled your face. “That seems kind of low… Minho made the whole earring by hand.”

“But he was also a horrible piercer because he was grumpy,” Hyunjin piped up. “Birthday discount and a ‘We’re sorry for our friend’ discount.”

With a playful roll of your eyes, you relented, and dug around your pocket to hand Chan the necessary money for your piercing, along with a bit extra. Grumpy or not, Minho did an amazing job with the piercing and the earring itself. He deserved something special.

And, besides, you did shatter his mirror.

Chan printed your receipt and slid it across the counter to you, along with a business card. It had a sloppily scribbled smiley face across the front, and you peered up at him with questioning eyes.

“Just in case you do decide to get lobe piercings,” he explained. “So you can call and I’ll let you know when our guy is in.”

“Or if you ever just want to hang out,” Jisung added. “I like your energy.”

You gave the bright eyed boy a smile as you slipped everything into your pocket. “I’ll consider it,” you teased. He smiled gently before picking up your care package and handing it to you.

Just as you reached out to grab it, the piercing in your ear felt like it’d been lit aflame. You dropped all your belongings as you reached to grab your ear with both hands, your knees almost buckling as the pain radiated through your head. Along with the pain this time came that suffocating feeling from earlier, when you first stepped into Minho’s studio.

Everything sounded like you were 10 feet underwater. You could barely keep your eyes open through the pain, your vision now littered with shadows and vague colors. You could see Hyunjin’s head of red hair leaping over the counter to get to you quickly.

From somewhere nearby, you could hear Chan calling your name with growing concern. You tried to steady your breathing in order to respond, but your efforts were futile. That was, until Hyunjin pressed another cold paper towel on your ear. Your gut instinct was to push his hand away, but he held you with a bit of force, rendering you motionless and almost limp in his arms. Bit by bit, the pain started to disappear again.

You wanted to keep your eyes closed, but a nagging feeling crept up your neck— a feeling that someone was watching you. You cracked one eye open, completely disoriented with your surroundings. You were on the floor, that much you knew, but you couldn’t tell what part of the lobby you’d landed on.

The nagging feeling returned, and you glanced slightly to your left to see Minho peering at you from behind the black curtain that led to the individual studios. His glare was menacing, but somewhat curious. Once he noticed your gaze on him, he disappeared quickly, leaving you alone with the three panicked men.

Speaking of—

“Oh my God, are you okay?”

You shifted your gaze to find Chan and Jisung kneeling in front of you. Chan was gripping his phone tightly in his hand as though ready to dial emergency services.

“Sorry,” you mumbled. “My ear again. I’m okay now though, but I guess I really am allergic to silver.”

��That was worse than last time,” Hyunjin whined from behind you. Only then did you notice that you were seated between his legs like a small child. His grip on you was secure, so you knew there was no wiggling away.

Chan’s face had concern slapped right on it. He pressed his lips together and continued to stare at you as though he thought by breathing, he’d agitate the piercing and cause you to be in pain again. After a moment, he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

“I’m gonna have to get Minho to remake it in gold,” he muttered.

“I’m so sorry,” you said quickly. “It doesn’t have to be this earring, I don’t want to cause trouble.”

“No,” Chan said simply. “That's what you wanted, so that’s what you’re getting. Would you mind coming back in a week?”

You shrugged. You didn’t see why not, it wasn’t like you had things to do.

“Although, if the pain gets unbearable, you should come back sooner.” Hyunjin’s hand was gentle on your ear. “We have topical pain ointment that should help.”

After a beat of silence, Jisung offered you his hand and pulled you up to your feet. The rest of the boys followed, and soon you were all standing around the desk like you were before. Jisung handed you the care package, his fingers barely gracing yours for fear of seeing you double over in pain again.

“We have your number from the paperwork,” Chan said. “I’ll text you when the earring is ready. Or, like Hyunjin said, you can shoot us a text if you need to come because of the pain.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled.

The red-hot pain had dulled down into a mild ache, the kind you would expect from having a hollow needle take out a chunk of your skin. You rubbed at it absentmindedly, only to have your hand swatted at by Hyunjin.

“You’ll rub the ointment off,” he scolded.

You nodded sheepishly, slipping the care package bag into the reusable tote Chan was sliding over to you.

“Right, thank you guys.” Your mouth felt too heavy to speak, but you powered through. “You guys are great, I’ll see you in a week for the new earring.”

“Or sooner,” Chan interrupted. His gaze stayed pointed at you, as though he was looking through to your inner being. You gripped the tote for security as he continued. “Seriously, don’t feel like an inconvenience if you have to come in.”

“I’ll come in,” you assured him. He gave you another squint, but nodded eventually.

After three minutes worth of hugs from Hyunjin (and almost hugs from a sheepish Jisung), you felt the door of Tatt and Body Works click closed behind you. The uphill trek now looked manageable, and despite the pain in your ear, you felt level-headed and capable for the first time in a long time.

It wasn’t until a few days later that the problems started.

The piercing went from attacking you once a day to multiple times within the hour. Each episode lasted longer and longer, and after a while it would take up to an hour to recover.

Despite your promise to Chan, at first you held off on texting the parlor about it. In your mind, it was just an allergic reaction, and they were already working on something to help you. It seemed like overkill to get both the ointment and the replacement earring.

Then again, from the short interaction with Minho, you knew he hadn’t agreed to remake the earring so quickly. His stubborn streak was more like a stubborn stripe, and he probably only recently got started on it and was going to take his time completing it for reasons you couldn’t comprehend.

You tried using an image search engine to look up the general shape of the earring, just to see if you could figure out its meaning. The search results gave you nothing every time, no matter how many buzzwords you added. Hyunjin was correct, it truly was a part of a culture that no one knew about. You would feel more curious about it, if the damn thing wasn’t trying to send you to an early grave.

After a few days, you realized you couldn’t take it anymore and needed the ointment Hyunjin promised you. Whether Minho finished the earring or not was his business, but you refused to suffer any longer knowing there was a cure waiting for you a few blocks away.

So, with a courtesy text to the guys, you tossed your phone and wallet into a crossbody bag and made your way to the shop.

The air was cool on your face, giving the day a comfortable and delightful feeling. It was mid afternoon so the sun hung high in the sky, casting the shadows of buildings all along the street during your walk.

Once you reached the top of the hill, you peered down and noticed someone standing in front of the shop. You couldn’t make out their face from where you were standing, but their silhouette looked a lot like Hyunjin. They leaned against the brick wall, tapping away on their phone. You assumed— if it was Hyunjin— that he was on his break. After a few seconds, someone else walked out of the shop, said a few words to him, and disappeared around the corner.

The closer you got to the end of the hill, the more sure you were about it being Hyunjin. You were about to bite the bullet and call out his name when an eerie feeling washed over you.

You stopped dead in your tracks. It felt like fire and ice had chased each other up your spine before wrapping around your neck and leaving you in a chokehold. Anxiety brewed in your gut, and everything in you screamed for you to either turn around and go home, or make a mad dash for the parlor. But the sudden fear had your feet rooted to the ground, and you begged that Hyunjin would look up and see you.

As you focused your eyes back on him, you noticed that he had stopped tapping away on his phone. He was looking around with his phone gripped tightly in his hand. You knew at that moment that whatever you were sensing, he certainly was sensing too. You tried to push his name out of your mouth, but he quickly ran into the building and disappeared from your view.

That’s weird, you thought. Truly, weird was an understatement, but unless you tried to downplay your anxiety you’d be standing here for the rest of the day. You tried to shake the strange feeling off of your skin and so you could start walking again, but as soon as your foot lifted from the ground, you felt a hand tap you on the shoulder.

You whipped around quickly, coming face to face with a complete stranger. Your eyes were wide and wild, and you knew you looked as freaked out as you felt. They looked equally startled, however.

“Woah! Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!”

The stranger pulled their hand away from you quickly, stepping back to put some more space between the two of you. You pressed your hand over your chest to still your heart and nodded at the stranger, still too surprised to say words. He reached out his hand again, and this time you noticed your wallet sitting on his palm.

“You dropped this,” he offered. “I was trying to get your attention but I don’t think you heard me.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry, thank you so much!”

You took the wallet from him and nudged your bag in front of you, but as you did confusion began to shroud your features. Your bag was still closed, and your phone was still in there, so how did your wallet manage to fall out? You poked around to check for holes, almost forgetting you were in the company of another person.

“That earring is really cool.” You looked up to see the man still standing by you, his eyes fixed on the metal in your ear. Your hand reached up protectively.

“Oh, um, thanks,” you mumbled. You remembered Minho’s warning (or threat, rather) not to tell anyone where you got the earring. You decided to remain paused on the sidewalk instead of continuing your walk to the parlor, just so the man wouldn’t make any connections. You glanced back at him with a polite smile and noticed that he was still staring, but his face was morphing from intrigue to something else.

Something sinister.

Your gut started screaming for you to get to the parlor as quickly as possible.

“Oh shoot,” you casted a glance at your wrist, cringing when you noticed there was no watch on it. You pressed on anyway. “I— I’m actually late for an appointment,” you said. You took two small steps backwards, prepping your legs for a sprint. “Thanks for the compliment, and for my wallet. Bye now.”

As you turned on your heels, you felt an arm grip you and spin you back around. Your breath caught in your chest as you faced your attacker, who was now staring at you with all the contempt in the world.

“Nah, little lady. I don’t think so.” His voice came out in a low growl, a tone so low that you swore you could feel it vibrating down to your toes.

“Let go of me!” You thrashed in his grip, trying to free yourself. His fingers held tighter— tight enough to bruise. You could feel tears beginning to make their way to your eyes.

With his free hand, he gripped your chin between his fingers and turned your head roughly to the side. “Tell me, who pierced your ear?”

When you failed to answer, his grip on your jaw increased and he raised his arm higher, effectively lifting you off of the ground. Now strung up in the air, you tried kicking and scratching at him, but he held you at arms length like a dirty sock.

“Stop resisting,” he barked. “Just take me to Minho, and everything will be fine.”

Your eyes went wide at the mention of Minho’s name, and a smirk appeared on the man’s face.

“Gotcha.”

You looked around frantically, hoping for someone to come bounding around the corner and save you. The struggle for breath was really starting to take hold of you, and you could feel what you assumed to be the beginning of consciousness loss. You gave one final weak kick before you gave up, fighting to keep your eyes open and your awareness in the present.

Just before the endless black sea took over your vision, you felt the grip on your jaw release, and you fell to the floor with an ungraceful thump. Your ears were ringing, but through the noise you could hear muffled sounds of violence, and you sent a wish to every power that ever existed that the new people were here to save you.

A hand pressed to your forehead, and you opened your eyes weakly to see the vague silhouette of a man looking back at you. You could barely hear him, but by reading his lips you could tell he was calling your name. His hold on your forehead got stronger, and the ringing in your ears cleared up just a bit, enough to tune into the conversation.

“—answering me, Chan! I don’t think— no, she’s up! She’s up!”

You felt the air whizz around you as Hyunjin picked you up bridal style and took off running. His grip on you was tight, and he kept speaking to you under his breath, trying to keep you alert.

“Hyunjin?”

“No,” he scolded. “Don’t speak, please. Not until I heal you, okay? I don’t want you to strain. Please.”

You felt the shift in air as he stepped into the parlor, not just from the AC system, but the homely, calming energy you noticed before engulfed you like a warm blanket. You felt the bounce in his steps as he took you up a flight of stairs, and after a second you found yourself laying on a couch, with his hand still on your forehead.

With your eyes better adjusted, you looked up at him. His normally bright eyes were dull and red, almost like he’d been crying for a long time. When he noticed you staring, he offered a small smile.

“Gave us a little scare there, huh?”

“What happened?”

He pressed his lips together and looked away, eyes searching the walls for his answer. At first, you thought he was looking at another person, so you tried to shift your position to see what he was seeing. However, the fall from earlier reared it ugly head, and you could feel a bruise forming on the spot where your body hit the ground. You let out a sharp hiss of pain.

Hyunjin looked back at you, concern in his eyes. “What hurts?”

“My back.” You shifted again. “I think it’s gonna bruise, from when I fell.”

Gently, Hyunjin eased you onto your side. “I’m gonna touch it,” he whispered. “But it won’t hurt for long. I’m gonna heal it.”

“What are you t—”

Hyunjin’s fingers graced the aching spot on your back, and though you prepared for pain it never came. Instead, a peaceful feeling blossomed all over your body starting from that one spot. You wiggled a bit to find that the pain was entirely gone.

Eyes wide, you turned back to Hyunjin, who was giving you another shy smile.

“What the fuck?”

“Surprise,” he laughed weakly.

Before you could ask him any more questions, pounding footsteps echoed near your head. Hyunjin sighed heavily as you turned your head around, coming face to face with a very angry blonde haired man.

Minho’s anger was palpable. He pointed a single finger at your face, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he did.

“We need to have a fucking talk.”

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ask-the-royal-absol · 7 months

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to Felix : here a Strawberry Chocolate Crepe . because I'm not sure if you eat lately

Felix: Pal, did ya really have to go and do that?

Destino: You know the Prime tax. If you’re friends with me, I have joint ownership of your belongings. So, that “crepe” thing also belonged to me. You know, anonymous Pokémon, perhaps you should send some more of those in my direction. You’d certainly have my favour if you did.

Felix: …

*Hope took one look at the item around her leg. There’s a glint of recognition in her eyes.*

Hope: Oh nice! My own muscle band! We have a lot of these at the training grounds. Master Farris always keeps a large stash of these as well as other items for other Pokémon to use for training. Thanks! Though, I’m currently wearing my expert belt so I may not be able to feel the full effects of this band.

*Felix studied the shell bell, turning it over in his hand. He gently bit down on the strange item, just to see what the deal with it is.*

Felix: Two items in one day. Must be my lucky day. I have no idea how ta use this but I’ll keep it in mind.

*With the wave of his hand, a small, spiralling portal opened up beside him, hovering in the air. He carefully put the hand that was holding the shell bell inside and dropped it off. It hovered in place, gravity not affecting this world as it does in the regular world. The world inside of the portal had a familiar feeling quality about it. The walls looked light grey and the gemstones on the walls had a purplish hue to them. It was an exact mirror of the where everyone was standing. The portal slowly closed up, leaving not a trace of its existence. Hope looked at Felix, confused by the experience but also intrigued.*

Felix: Oh right, ya would have never seen this before. We ghost types have access ta the Spirit Realm. I kinda use it as my own personal storage.

Hope: The Spirit Realm? And you can get the items back out again, right? No one will take it?

Felix: Yep. It’s pretty easy for me ta do and many other ghost type do the same. Though a lotta ghost types struggle with creatin’ a portal of this size. We have an unspoken rule about not touchin’ each other’s stuff so there no risk in anyone takin’ it.

Hope: Huh, neat. Could you put this muscle band in there for me? I’ll want to wear it when I’m at the training grounds.

Felix: Sure.

*Felix carefully undid the knotted muscle band and performed the same motion as before. A similar sized portal appeared, shell bell from before still hovering in place. He placed the band next to the bell and closed the portal again. Meanwhile, Destino carefully looked at their item, seemingly unimpressed by what was given to them. Wasn’t this the item used by the Sneasels in their kingdom? Why would they want something like this? Absols couldn’t evolve. Waiting for the anonymous Pokémon to face away from them, they dropped the item to the ground. What use would they have for an item like that up on the surface.*

*A wide smirk grew on their face and a plan formed in their head. As much as Destino (as much as they regretted thinking this) enjoyed the banter they had going on with this pokemon, Destino was not in the mood for a battle of quips. Destino would make Snow regret opening her mouth.*

Destino: Ah, of course Snowball. You’re unable to feel fatigue. How could I be so foolish? All this time, I thought you had nothing to offer and then you come and tell me that? What excellent news! That’s exactly what I needed to hear! You’ve really saved me a lot of trouble.

*They quickly removed the strap from around their neck and lifted the bag up over their head. It really wasn’t all that heavy for Destino; they just liked to add a bit of drama to hopefully trick someone into carrying it for them. Looks like they didn’t need to do that after all. From the corner of his eye, Felix could see Destino about to throw the bag they had obtained onto Snow. Now was the time for revenge.*

*When Felix entered Destino’s body and used their voice, it was an incredibly weird thing to hear. The subtle eye colour change when Felix was talking would have been unnoticeable to those who weren’t watching. Hope watched, quite impressed at this skill Felix had. Was this a thing that all ghost types could do? Or did Felix have a high aura core strength? Either way, it was interesting to see. Perhaps she would get Master Farris to measure his aura core strength, as well as Destino.*

Destino: But that’s no fun! It’s more entertaining seeing others doing the work for me. The struggle is the best part.

Felix (In Destino’s body): Not now, pal. There’s a time and a place and bein’ this close to the surface ain’t the time nor the place. I will take full control of ya if I need ta.

Destino: …Fine. Fine! Ruin my entertainment! Take my belongings! Just get out of me. I can feel you squirming around and it’s gross. I shouldn’t have my body violated by you.

*Destino could feel their friend exit out of their body in the form of purple goop. Their teeth clenched together from the pain of it happening. Felix reconstituted himself into his regular shape and floated over to the toppled-over bag. He collected the mass of berries that had fallen out and put them back in. With another wave of his hand, a swirling portal opened up and he put the bag of berries next to the other two items. Closing the portal, Felix turned back to Destino who had their eyes narrowed at him.*

Destino: This was revenge for the crepe thing, wasn’t it?

Felix: It was.

*Destino gave their usual grin at Felix. They didn’t mind Felix having a bit of revenge for their actions. And that body possession wasn’t as bad as the other times had been. Time to amp up the dramatics.*

Destino: Is this gonna happen with all of your food items? Am I not allowed to share with you anymore? How you wound me Felix! I thought we were friends! Such betrayal! As the Prime, I demand everything! I suppose I shall have to punish you for your actions.

*Felix smiles. He loved it when Destino mocked the way they were supposed to act as royalty. It was nice to see a small fraction of the goofy absol he knew Destino could be.*

Felix: Oh, forgive me ya majesty. Allow me ta beg ya for forgiveness and grovel at ya paws. Throw me into the dungeon and leave me there for all eternity. I’ll give ya all my food from now on.

Destino: As you should!

*The pair laughed. Destino wished they could have more moments like this where they could both joke around but didn’t see it as something they would be able to do on the surface. Would Destino even see Felix much on the surface if he had to stay hidden? Probably not. Destino couldn’t say it but they were secretly quite happy that Felix had decided to join them. He was probably the only piece of the Underdark that they liked.*

Hope: If you two are finished, I’d like to carry on. I can just about see light at the end of this tunnel.

*In the distance, a small pinprick of light was shining at the end of the rocky tunnel. The group could feel a faint breeze blowing past them and the air began to feel fresher with each step. It was time. Destino would take their first steps onto the surface and this would be a huge step for all of the Pokémon that lived in the Underdark.*

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deceitfuldevout · 1 year

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Hidden Treasure (Part 10)

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

Warning(s): Drugging, Kidnapping

Author's note(s): Alfie has a surprise for our reader!

For once, during the entire time you’ve spent married to him, Tommy Shelby had fallen asleep first. He spoons you from behind. Allowing an arm to drape over your mid drift. As if his subconscious was afraid of losing you. But it was far too late. Mentally, you were long gone.

You stare out a window while brushing your fingers through his raven locks. He slept just like Charlie. He looked innocent doing so. A child like his had no choice but to be dragged into this lifestyle. You remember the effort Tommy would put, all for the sake of his son’s happiness. He was–is a good father.

You slowly drag yourself out of bed. Careful not to wake him up. You slip into a robe before heading down the stairwell. You couldn’t sleep. Hopefully things will have settled down and Finn would arrive here soon. You pour yourself a glass of water before taking a seat in the kitchen.

Then, all of a sudden, you heard footsteps. It came from the staircase. You follow the sound. Already regretting ever stepping out of bed. You should’ve known Tommy would be up and alert as soon as you tried sneaking out. There was a nervous coil in your stomach. You try your best not to tear up, but the thought of what his next punishment would be terrifies you.

When you reach the stairwell there was no one in sight, “T-tommy? Tommy is that you-” someone holds your shoulder in a firm grip before pulling you towards them. Before you get a chance to scream a hand reaches in, muffling your cries. A familiar voice hushes you, “Shh! It’s me Finn!” he removes his hand to give you time to breathe, “Finn...where’s Charlie?”

“Don’t worry about him, we need to get you out of here,” he leads you out of the house quietly. All thanks to Tommy, who made sure to give each member of the Shelby family a key to his house. As soon as you’ve stepped outside there’s a car waiting outside. The youngest Shelby ushers you in, “Here. take this,” he hands you a bag full of money, “I’ll buy you some time, go,”

“Oh Finn..thank you,” you give him a quick peck on the cheek. He smirks from the sweet gesture. Finn makes sure to wait in the house until he was sure that the car was out of sight. Now the real task was how he would stall his older brother.

Your driver didn’t brother starting conversation. He only kept his eyes glued to the road ahead. A light trickling of rain starts to get heavier by the minute. You try relaxing despite the loud pattering of water hitting the windows. A loud boom of thunders startles you, and suddenly the car stops, “We’re arrived to your destination madame,”

“Thank you...”

This was it. There was no turning back now. Each step you took felt heavier than the next, and before you knew it you were in front of the door. One knock was all it took for someone to answer. When the man had opened the door he made sure to look around for any unwanted followers, “Now what’s this eh?”

“Are you Mr. Alfie Solomons?”

“Who’s asking?”

“I am,"

He tries shutting the door closed but you block it, “Wait! wait please! hear me out! I was sent by a member of the Peaky Blinders! It’s urgent!”

He stops and sighs, “Fucks sake…do the blinders ever sleep? Alright, come in, before you catch a cold,” He opens the door, and you follow him inside. You told Alfie every important detail. From the marriage negotiations to the deal that would unite both of your families, along with the many reasons why you wanted to leave. You hadn’t told him the entirety of your marital discord, only what you were comfortable with sharing.

Alfie nods and adds a side comment every now and then. By the time you were finished he still remained poise as ever, “Fascinating story love it really is.” He looks down to the table, his eyes linger at your cup, “Let me get you another one yeah? You can relax now,” he quickly retrieves the dish before making his way to the kitchen. You let out a long sigh of relief, “Thank you sir,” you would be forevermore grateful to have met this man.

He was a bit rough around the edges, but over all a softie deep down. Alfie stops to take the tray with him on his way to the kitchen. You glance down at the cups. Now realizing what had just happened. Alfie never took a sip from his tea. You stand straight only to take a few wobbly steps away from the man in front of you. He stares your way but not at you. No…it was towards the person standing behind you. Before you could turn around to see who it was you succumb to a deep slumber. The last thing you felt were sturdy arms holding you up.

Alfie looks up to his companion before sitting himself down, “My heart is broken Tommy–you know it really is, I thought we were best friends you and I,” he holds a hand to his chest. Tommy’s patience was running thin, “You took my wife,” he cocks a gun at him, “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t shoot you,”

“Now don’t get it twisted, yeah? She came to me, begging to be taken away from her evil husband,”

Tommy still glaring at the man, tucks his gun away. Alfie shifts in his chair and sighs, “You could’ve at least invited me to your wedding mate,”

During the car ride you slid in and out of consciousness. Those few minutes had felt like hours. When the car stops you start weeping, “N-no, no please…don’t make me go back in there…!” You clutch into his arm and plead for forgiveness. Tommy had to drag you out. Your nails dig into the backseat.

Whatever Alfie had given you made you more hysterical that you’ve ever felt before. You muster all your energy to flail a leg right on his face, causing a crunching sound to come from his nose. He stumbles from the blow. To your surprise, the kick had been harder than expected. But not hard enough to yield his advances. Tommy hauls you into his arms, as if he were parent dealing with a stubborn infant. You were so, so close. Yet it was all for nothing.

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Pursuit of Happiness

1: Meet the Littlemans

Pairing: Chris Evans x Kat Littleman (OFC)

Summary: New England political daughter Kat Littleman is constantly showing up for her mother’s campaigns, playing the part of the perfect daughter in the perfect, American family. When her paths cross with Chris Evans while he canvases DC to build out ASP, she’s forced to face some truths about herself, her family, and her future.

Word Count: ~7k

Warnings: Chris is a bit of a horndog. Lots of swearing, alcohol, sex talk, politically charged topics, chaotic families

Note: Despite spending a lot of my formative years in and around DC, I know absolutely nothing about politics or how things work on The Hill. This also runs the risk of dipping into some political topics (hopefully not heavily, but certainly some commentary and references). If that could trigger you, please avoid this.

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1: Meet the Littlemans

“It’s navy blue with a hot pink luggage strap around it.”

“I’m sorry ma’am,” the agent’s voice was distant as she sorted through the lost luggage around her, “it isn’t here. I’ll add you to our list. Can I get a name and phone number?” She didn’t even bother to force a smile at Kat as she returned to her computer and started to click buttons, presumably opening up the never-ending list of people whose luggage had been lost by United Airlines.

Kat rattled off her name and number, muttered a quick “thanks” to the agent who had already turned to the next customer, and wrestled with her tote bag over her puffy winter jacket. She shuffled through the hubbub of Dulles baggage claim and made her way to the sliding doors and the waiting arrivals pick-up.

The doors wooshed open and the blustery November air hit her straight in the face, sending her hair flying around her and sticking in her chapstick. Kat stopped abruptly to rummage through her bag and find her beanie, yanking it firmly on her head, and returning to scanning the waiting cars for her father’s huge SUV.

After pacing the sidewalk to the end of the waiting cars, Kat finally reached for her phone in the back of her jeans pocket and groaned when she realized she hadn’t even powered it back on. Being the rule-follower she was, if the flight crew asked that you turn off devices, she dutifully turned all of her devices off and sowed them for the flight. In the chaos at baggage claim, she’d forgotten to turn it back on.

As the screen lit up in her hands, she saw the missed calls and then texts from her father. Or rather… her father’s assistant, Ted. Why a former NFL tight end turned garden fanatic even had an assistant was unfathomable to Kat, but nonetheless she put the phone to her ear and listened to Ted’s voicemail.

“Hi Kathrine, it’s Ted. Ted Brown, Tim’s–err– your father’s assistant that is. I’m calling to let you know that your father tried to pick you up when your flight was scheduled to arrive, but once he learned it was delayed, he came back to the townhouse. He sends his apologies and looks forward to seeing you tomorrow at the gala.”

Clicking over to the texts and finding herself unsurprised to have four texts from Ted, all with the same general message and one with a link to the Uber app (thanks, Ted), and even one from her father that read: Sorry KitKat, Giants/Cowboys game was kicking off!

“For fuck sake, Dad…” she muttered before shoving her phone back in her pocket; Kat then turned to the taxi stand and was grateful there were several waiting. She poured herself into one, gave the driver her hotel address, and sank back into the seat to start doing the math:

It was currently 8:37p. By the time she got to the hotel, checked in, and to her room, it would be at least 9:15p– after a 12-hour travel day that should’ve only been 4 thanks to snow just about everywhere she was exhausted and would likely pass out after shoveling in a granola bar and water bottle from the mini bar. She had to be at a brunch with her mother at 10a Ambar, then was expected to pop over to the townhouse and visit with her father before going back to the hotel to get ready for the gala at 7p. That left her about four hours to find a black tie gown– not to mention something to wear to brunch, clean underwear, and makeup– to replace the one that was lost in the bowels of Dulles International Airport.

She fired off a quick “finally made it, talk tomorrow” text and watched the snowflakes hit the window of the cab and the lights of downtown rush by as the car took the slick streets way too quickly. But, Kat was too tired to care. She’d arrived at the airport with plenty of time for her preflight ritual: a cup of overpriced coffee and 40 minutes to read a smutty novel. She’d watched the big red “delayed” letters flash up on the departure screen once, then twice. After the fourth time, the gate agents stopped giving excuses over the intercom and just started to apologize.

Her flight finally boarded only to sit taxing for another 45 minutes before taking off for the less than two-hour flight. The 7:15p landing had then become an extra hour between waiting for the luggage carousel, discovering her bag was not coming and then hunting down the missing luggage desk.

Tim deciding to bail on pick-up and have his assistant call for him– that was the most consistent part of her day. Tim Littleman was, first of all, the opposite of his name. He was 6’4 but claimed to be 6’6, and had filled out since his professional days when Kat was a kid, but he was still fit and trim for a man in his late 50s. Tim also loved his kids but he loved football just a little bit more, even after being out of the game for years, it wasn’t a surprise– although always a disappointment– when he picked a football game over a drive to the airport with his youngest child.

Kat paid and tipped the driver and tumbled out of the car and into the infamous Watergate Hotel– her mother’s favorite spot to put Kat up for the night when she visited. Mallory always insisted it was to make life easier for Kat; as a 31-year-old, she’d obviously want her privacy from her parents when she was visiting! Over the years, Kat had stopped rolling her eyes or even bickering with her mother and had instead accepted a free stay in a balcony suite overlooking the Potomac River.

As expected, she passed out almost immediately and woke up with a start to her alarm sounding at 7:45a. The morning passed in a blur, sprinting to the nearest Zara for a quick brunch outfit to meet with Mallory and several of Mallory’s WASPy DC friends, then back to the hotel to shower and change, then back out again for brunch where her mother barely interacted with her and then headed back to her office while Kat went to the townhouse for coffee with Tim to discuss the prospects in his greenhouse garden back in Connecticut, and then back out shopping again. With only an hour to spare, she’d found a dress and pumps for the black-tie gala– an event to raise money for some important cause her mother only vaguely mentioned in her email requesting Kat’s attendance.

She was actually quite pleased with the last-minute find feeling confident when she’d examined herself in the mirror, and it fit all of Mallory’s qualifications which were: black tie appropriate, black or navy, and tasteful.

Kat used the polished metal reflection of the elevator doors to check herself one more time, smoothing down the black fabric and tossing her hair over her shoulder. The sound of the event met her ears before the doors slid open: laughter, clinking glasses, and quiet music. When she stepped out onto the plush carpet, she saw several familiar faces immediately and offered small waves and smiles while she studied the sea of people for one of her parents.

“Kathrine,” a perfectly manicured claw wrapped around Kat’s bicep signaled Mallory before she pulled her daughter around and closer to the nearest wall, “what are you wearing?”

“Hi, Mom, you look nice,” Kat deadpanned, bracing herself for impact as she took in her mother. Mallory was dressed in a perfectly tailored champagne number that was likely her typical Ralph Lauren. Her hair was pulled back in a tight French twist and she looked every bit the upper-crust Connecticut woman she was.

“This is highly inappropriate,” Mallory reached up and started to play with Kat’s hair, pulling it over her shoulders.

“I have no idea how to respond to that,” Kat bit back her urge to tell her mother that her dress looked like a wedding gown.

“Kathrine, this is just… it is far too sexy for this event.”

“This is the best I could do on short notice.”

“Short notice! You’ve known for months,” Mallory hissed at her daughter, dropping her voice so the women standing near them wouldn’t hear.

“Mom,” Kat huffed, “I told you at brunch that United lost my bag. I had to go out and get this today.”

“Right, right,” she waved at her daughter, still reaching out to maneuver her hair. “Well there is nothing we can do now,” she sighed and finally gave up before pushing her shoulders back.

Behind her was a ballroom full of political powerhouses– senators, congresspersons, aids, donors, and all the other powerful DC folks who liked to gather in rooms together and remind each other how important they are. Mallory had been working her way up the political world for years, starting on the Board of Education in Kat’s hometown (not that Mallory Littleman would’ve ever sent her children to public school, even in their wealthy town) and now just after her second election as a state senator. Hence, Kat’s summons to attend as part of the senator’s loving family. Kat hated these events… but showed up anyway.

Mallory huffed and dropped her hands to her hips, squaring her jaw at her daughter. “Don’t bring up your job.” This was a common command; never ever talk about work. Kat nodded dutifully.

“Yes ma’am.”

“And don’t mention your… that you… the…”

Kat cut her off and failed to contain her eye roll this time, “I won’t let anyone know that we’re not the perfect family.”

“Thank you,” she said curtly, still eyeing her daughter’s dress.

“Did that hurt,” Kat laughed, looking at the tight expression on her mother’s face after displaying gratitude for her daughter.

“Do not sass me, Kathrine. Tonight is a big deal. I need it to go well.”

Kat sighed, “yes ma’am,” and neglected to bring up the fact that Mallory said that for every political event to which she dragged her daughter.

Mallory ignored her, “you know who I need you to talk to?”

Kat nodded, “I was briefed by your aids. Which, by the way, I would’ve preferred to do with you than your 19-year-old college interns.”

“I mean they are hired to take things off my plate.”

“Where’s dad, Senator Littleman?”

“Kathrine,” Mallory’s tone was warning as she turned back to Kat, “please behave.”

“Promise, Senator, now I’m going to find Dad,” Kat pushed past her mother and started to move through the room, listening for her father’s loud laughter. Despite his faults, he was the far easier parent to be around. He was easy to talk to and could entertain a crowd: the perfect way to disappear in one of these large functions was to stand near Tim and let him relive his glory days to people who just oohed and ahhed appropriately in hopes that he would end up writing them some kind of donation check.

She spotted him across the room regaling a group of men. As she passed by familiar faces, she greeted them politely, engaging in small talk when necessary, and pushing her way closer and closer to Tim. When he caught a glimpse of her, his face split into a grin and he threw his arms wide, stepping between the men surrounding him, “There’s my KitKat!” He wrapped her in a hug, smothering her in his heavily applied Polo Blue. When he kissed her cheek and draped his arm over her shoulder, he turned back to the group, “Gents, this is my beautiful daughter Kathrine.”

Kat reached out her hand to shake with the shortest of the group, who introduced himself as Mark, “Kat is fine, it’s nice to meet you.”

Exchanging quick greetings with the other two, Joe and Chris, Tim quickly charged back in control of the conversation before she could say more, “Sweetheart, these boys are trying to get me to spend some money on them.”

Mark, or maybe it was Joe, jumped in with a laugh, immediately changing the narrative to describe the new political platform they were developing, but Kat had essentially stopped listening. She was too busy batting her eyelashes at Chris. He stood almost a head taller than her, his shoulders filling out his navy tuxedo in the most delicious way. His perfectly styled hair, his relaxed stance with one hand in his pocket, the other holding a beer– how refreshing; no one in DC admitted to liking something as lowly as beer, much less a Sam Adams.

He’d had been the last to introduce himself and their hands had lingered while Chris’s blue eyes blatantly trailed slowly down her body. She’d felt a blush rising in her cheeks when his eyes met hers again and a very brief but very smug smirk crossed his features.

Slowly he returned his focus to his colleagues and let them continue to explain their new venture, glancing at Kat now and then, who got caught staring back almost every time. She had to force herself to stare at Joe and Mark while they spoke, feeling Chris’s eyes trail over her skin.

As soon as she’d approached, Chris’s eyes had been immediately drawn to the skin of Kat’s thigh exposed in her dress. Most of the room was filled with an older crowd, the younger women in the room choosing much more conservative dresses for this event. Kat’s choice, with her shoulders, a hint of cleavage, and all that leg made Chris practically salivate. He’d been back and forth to DC for the last several months as he, Joe, and Mark tried to build a following and convince the political world to work with them; each time he was surrounded by women in pantsuits or blazers. The young aides usually wore their outfits slightly tighter, but it was still the same variations of cream, navy, and red work dresses… not that it had stopped him from spending some time getting to know a few of those women.

When the three men had entered the ballroom this evening, he’d been prepared with their usual speech, ready to network and subtly beg for support. He hadn’t been prepared to be adjusting his pants at the sight of this woman’s tight ass when she turned to hug her father. Chris didn’t even bother to scold himself; they’d been working all weekend, and more importantly, Kat’s eyes were drawn to him too.

Kat recognized Chris, albeit not immediately, but after several minutes of making eyes at each other while the people around them talked, it clicked into place that she’d seen some movies that featured his washboard abs and perfectly cut pecs. She watched his reaction when she tossed her hair over her shoulder, exposing her skin (and bumping her father’s hand, which briefly ruined her moment before regaining composure); his eyes moved across her collarbone and up her neck, settling a steady gaze back on her.

No one was paying attention to them anyway. Joe and Mark were chatting away and Tim was listening the best his ADHD and slightly narcissistic brain allowed him.

“Well boys,” Tim finally said, both literally and figuratively jolting his daughter back to reality with a shake of her shoulder, “that is a truly terrific pitch, but I’m the wrong one to give it to. Just didn’t have the heart to stop you. My wife, Mallory, is the politician in the family.”

As if summoned, Mallory’s voice called over Kat’s shoulder, “there you two are,” in a huff and appeared at her daughter’s side, putting more distance between Kat and Chris. Tim remade the introductions of the group and Kat didn’t miss the way Chris’s eyes stayed on her, not Mallory, when the three of them once again began to explain their idea.

This time, Chris did most of the talking, Joe and Mark only offering occasional additions, but he continued to flicker his eyes to Kat. Kat found herself more impressed; she’d assumed he was the Hollywood buy-in to get politicians' attention, not part of the actual brain power. She listened to him, adding her own questions as her mother did the same, and watched him get more and more animated as he rattled off what seemed to be a heartfelt passion project.

He finally paused when Joe took over explaining the technical side to Mallory and Kat allowed herself to look back at his stupidly handsome face; he lifted his beer towards her and raised his eyebrow, silently asking if she wanted a drink.

Kat started to nod when a well-dressed staff member approached and invited them to find their seats, dinner was being served. Chris spoke up before the group separated, “I’m going to grab another drink before I go to the table, can I get anyone anything?” He looked pointedly at Kat who started to speak when her mother spoke for her.

“What a lovely offer, but Kathrine and I don’t drink. Tim?” She turned to her husband, letting him give Chris his drink order, before wrapping her hand around Kat’s arm and pulling her away from the group towards the clusters of tables without a goodbye.

“Kathrine, don’t even think about it,” she hissed, staring at the place cards on a long table and searching for theirs. She reached across Kat, snatched all three off the table, pulled Kat towards table 4, and continued, “I knew this dress was too much for tonight.”

“What are you talking about, Mom?”

“I saw the look on your face and that boy's. Don’t you dare.”

They’d reached the table and Mallory immediately dropped Kat’s arm, circling to say hello to their companions. Kat tucked herself into the nearest chair and immediately moved for the bread basket, perking up when she discovered the rolls were still warm. Mallory perched on the chair next to Kat, still in conversation with another one of DC's most powerful people whose name Kat could never remember… nor ever tried to.

Tim joined them shortly, sliding into the chair on Mallory’s other side and calling a loud, “see you boys later,” and toasted them as Joe, Mark, and Chris walked away. Kat’s eyes flickered up to catch Chris’s, offering a coy smile to his nod.

“That is what I’m talking about,” Mallory was back in her ear, using her butter knife to gesture at Chris’s broad, retreating back.

“Mother, relax, I just smiled at him.”

“You think I was born yesterday? That was not just a smile.”

“You do realize I’m 31 years old, right? And it is perfectly acceptable to smile at a man or even, god forbid, flirt with him.” Kat’s voice dripped with sarcasm as she spread her napkin on her lap.

“I don’t care how old you are, you reflect my campaign and my values every time you’re seen with me. If there are pictures of you kissing Captain fucking America, it is a direct reflection of me.”

“Literally no one cares who your adult daughter kisses.”

“You don’t think it comes up every election? You don’t think that you and your brother and… Do you know how much of my staff it takes to be sure that our family doesn’t get our business blasted across headlines?”

“I wish you realized how much America did not care about my sex life or Ben’s,” Kat reached for her ice water and sipped slowly, wishing it was a vodka tonic, and glanced at her mother’s furrowed brow, “Careful, Mom, your Botox doesn’t like when you frown.”

Mallory huffed and leaned away to start speaking to Tim, whispering frantically at him and casting sidelong glances at Kat. Kat, however, leaned back in her chair and allowed the woman next to her– a Congressman from Minnesota’s wife– to share all of the details of the grandchild her daughter was expecting. Kat had to bite her tongue while she listened to the several-minute monologue about how silly she found it that some people wouldn’t want to buy gender-specific baby clothes anymore. She let the woman talk, as she did most of these people, and let her mind wander, only staying focused enough to offer the occasional, “you don’t say” or “wow, that’s incredible.”

She truly loathed these events. She’d lost track over the years of how many she’d shown up to, how often her mother trotted her out like a prized pony to amplify her mother’s strong family value platform before being sent back home to her normal life. Each time it came with an all-expenses paid plane ticket and hotel, several– usually public to avoid real conversation– visits with her mother, at least one major political fundraiser/gala/rally/etc., and then a quick and once again public goodbye from Mallory before the whole ordeal was over.

Kat knew she could stop coming, stop being hassled by her mother and used as a pawn, she knew that she could and certainly should stop saying yes and start saying no. Ben always reminded her that no was a complete sentence.

Ben.

Ben had stopped coming to these the second he moved out of the house, right about the same time that Mallory and Tim–mostly Mallory– had refused to acknowledge that Ben might not actually be the preppy, lacrosse-playing womanizer he was bred to be and was instead questioning all parts of his identity. He’d moved to Vancouver for a job, and met a wonderful man, Kevin, who Kat adored and had never looked back.

Kat missed him terribly, even after almost 10 years of living several time zones apart, and looked forward to their annual September trip together. They’d meet somewhere each year to celebrate their birthdays… four days and four years apart… together, often surrounded by other people they loved but never ever with their parents.

Kat couldn’t actually remember the last time the four of them shared the same air. It had to have been a holiday while Kat was still in high school and Ben was home from college for a break. She knew that he occasionally emailed Tim or exchanged a quick phone call, but that Ben hadn’t spoken to their mother since the day he’d graduated from college. At their celebration dinner, he’d handed her a check and said, “I won’t owe you anything ever again,” and flown to Canada the next morning. Kat had been devastated but she knew what it was like for Ben to grow in their house. She knew the best thing for him was to put the Canadian Border Patrol between him and Mallory.

Ben was her rock, one of her favorite humans, and her constant reminder that she was a pawn in Mallory’s system and needed to get out before people started to think she actually supported their mother’s platforms. That thought pulled her back into the conversation with the Congresswoman’s wife just in time to force a cheerful, “hurry back!” when she’d told Kat she needed to use the ‘little girl’s room’ and scurried off.

Kat took the moment to enjoy the silence and scanned the room. The sea of tables was tastefully if subtly decorated in muted tones and low centerpieces on each table to allow for conversation. There had to be at least 50 tables, each holding anywhere from 10-12 guests, all various members of wealthy DC society. The majority were politicians and their donor friends; a perk of donating thousands of dollars to a cause was getting to attend other functions for free as a ‘thank you for your support’… only to be expected to write a check at the end for whichever cause the evening endorsed.

Five tables away, she found Chris’s gelled hair and sharp jawline in profile while he laughed at something the woman next to him said. She allowed herself the moment to admire the imperfect slope of his nose, the way his smile showed all his teeth, and the way his biceps were visibly flexing even under his jacket as he lifted his fork to his mouth.

“He is very handsome, I’ll give you that,” Mallory leaned closer to her daughter, who had been actively ignoring her mother trying to catch her eye, “but do not embarrass me tonight, Kathrine.”

“And what would be embarrassing for you, Mom?” Kat sighed and looked at her mom.

Mallory paused, glancing at her husband who was deep in conversation, and back at Kat, “if you did something inappropriate with him.”

Kat grinned slyly, knowing how much her mother hated these kinds of conversations, “what do you consider inappropriate?”

“You know what I mean,” she huffed.

“I’m not sure that I do. Could you explain it to me?”

Mallory sighed heavily and waggled her finger, “do not go home with that boy.”

“He seems to be all man,” Kat countered, her eyes traveling back to Chris just to spite her frustrated, demanding mother. He was rising from the table and gesturing to his tablemates, seemingly taking drink orders.

“Kathrine Marissa Littleman,” Mallory’s voice dropped low and Kat knew she’d hit a nerve, “I do not need any gossip because of you, there has already been enough talk about everything else in our family.”

“There hasn’t been anything to talk about for years, Mom, please give me a break. I’m a grown-up.”

Mallory shot her one last look and stood from her seat, moving around behind Kat and towards an empty seat at the other side of the table to start working the room now that she’d finished her meal– it didn’t matter to her that no one else had.

Kat reached into her clutch and rifled around for a pen, finding one at the bottom, and slid her place card towards her. She folded open the thick cardstock and write inside it, closing it back up and slipping the pen back in her purse before whispering, “back in a bit,” to Tim, who waved his acknowledgment, and she moved through the room to the bar.

Chris leaned on the bar in front of her, chatting with the bartender as he gathered the drinks for Chris’s table. She took a deep breath and stepped beside him and ordered a vodka tonic from the other barkeep; her voice caught Chris’s attention, who leaned on one arm.

“Kathrine,” her name in his deep timbre sent a chill down her spine and a warmth filling her belly.

“Christopher,” she countered, throwing a smile over her shoulder at him.

“I see that ‘we don’t drink’ thing was bullshit,” he nodded to the drink she now took a deep swallow from.

“Just another politician making things up.”

He gathered the drinks from the bartender– another beer for him, a wine for one of his tablemates, and a scotch for Joe, and turned to her– “Gimme a second. Don’t move.”

Kat nodded and watched him strut away; she toyed with the place card in her hand. She flipped it open, looking at her handwriting on the inside, and looked back up at Chris, who was just arriving at the table. Throwing her shoulders back, she followed after him, coming up behind him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I thought you were waiting for me,” he said quietly, dipping his head low to talk to her.

“I changed my mind,” she smiled and slid her hand down from his shoulder, briefly across his bicep, and to grip his large hand. She squeezed, pushing the cardstock into his hands, and turned gracefully on her heels. She moved slowly, knowing he was watching her, and swung her hips ever so slightly as she made her way across the room to the exit closest to the elevator.

She entered it alone, letting the doors slide shut and giving her a chance to take a deep breath, and another gulp of her drink before the doors were opening again on her floor.

In her room, she finished off her drink and mixed a new one from the minibar, and then moved across the suite to stand at the sliding glass doors. Her heart was pounding in her chest with both anticipation and anxiety, knowing she could be stood up, but hoping she’d read him right. Several long minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door. Kat took her time to cross the room, finishing off her second drink on the way, and pulling the door open to Chris standing, both hands in his pockets, on the threshold.

“Hey you,” his crooked grin melted any nerves she had and she reached out, grabbed his hand, and pulled him into the room; she shut the door after dropping the “do not disturb” sign on the handle and turning to face him.

“Drink?” She started to move around him towards the mini bar but he used their still connected hand to pull her to him.

“Maybe after,” his boyish grin was gone and replaced with a sexy smirk; he held their hands to his chest while his other hand reached up to her shoulder, pushing a few strands of hair off her neck. His fingertips trailed along her clavicle before coming to rest at the back of her neck and leaning towards her.

He slotted his lips over Kat’s, the kiss hovering for a moment in sweetness before his tongue swiped at her bottom lip and the movement shifted. Kat stepped closer to him, allowing his tongue to swipe against hers and pushing her chest into his while his hands covered all the planes of her body, squeezing her hips and her ass, trailing gentle touches up her arms and into her hair to hold her to him and continue the needy kiss. She slid her hands up his body and tugged at his bow tie, feeling grateful for making out with Miles Sharpton at cotillion who taught her how to untie a butterfly knot. Once it fell around his neck, she slid her arms under his jacket and pushed it off his shoulders. Chris let it hit the floor and stepped away from it to push Kat– one hand on her hips, the other still grasping her neck— towards the dresser.

The backs of her thighs bumped the large wooden piece and she let herself lean against it while he pressed into her, his mouth now trailing her neck and his hands grasping at the back of her dress, pawing for the zipper. Kat pushed his chest away from him, his lips pulling from hers with an audible suction noise, and she panted to catch her breath while her fingers worked their way down the buttons of his shirt. Each one she popped open exposed more of his chest, undershirt, and, to her surprise, a smattering of dark ink that made her mouth water.

She leaned forward and kissed the exposed skin, while she continued her journey down to his belt. Kat tugged his shirt free from his pants and glanced up at him through hooded eyes to find him watching her. Chris’s hands were rubbing her shoulders, raising goosebumps on her skin and sending a fire straight to her core.

Her hands hovered on his belt buckle, slowing the momentum of the last several minutes but giving neither of them pause. Chris watched her, licking his lips and trying to decide which way he wanted her to come first. “Don’t stop now, baby,” his voice had dropped dangerously low and he cupped her chin in his hand, rubbing his thumb along her bottom lip, “or I’m going to take over.”

Kat blushed deeply but held his gaze; she felt her panties dampen even more with those few words and she finished unclasping his belt, whipping it out of the loops dramatically and winking at him when he chuckled. Slowly, agonizingly slowly for Chris, she popped the button of his trousers and then slid the zipper down, holding his eyes and watching his Adam’s apple subtly bob.

Keeping her eyes glued to Chris’s, she slid her hands under the waistband of his pants, still over his boxer briefs, and rubbed slowly down his length, then back up, then back down again, reaching all the way through to briefly caress all of him before dropping her eyes to see the hard bulge that seemed to just keep growing under her hand. When Kat looked away, he took the opportunity to close his and open his jaw, letting out a low groan when she squeezed him back and forth, teasing him, knowing that he wanted her lips on his cock but she wouldn’t give it to him just yet.

She continued her work, flicking her eyes back up at him and taking in the way his chest heaved and his eyes fluttered when she stroked him in just the right away. All this response and everyone still had their clothes on…

After more minutes of this agonizingly slow tease, Chris groaned and dropped his head to press his forehead into Kat’s and growled, yanking her upright and twirling her around. “It’s my turn to tease, Kitty Kat.” The impulsive nickname made Kat’s heart skip a beat but she shoved down that feeling and leaned back into his strong chest. He held her in his arms, one wrapped around her stomach, the other reaching towards her zipper, dragging it down slowly and his hand on her stomach pulled the fabric of the gown down just enough to expose her breasts. Both of his hands slowly slithered up her body to cup them in his palms, rolling her peaked nipples between his thumb and forefingers while he kissed her neck.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded between open-mouth kisses; one of his hands dropped her breast and used it to push her hair off her neck and expose her other shoulder, licking a stripe from the nape of her neck to her earlobe and planting a kiss behind her ear. Kat’s eyes flew open, surprised to find that he’d positioned them in front of the dresser mirror where his eyes were watching her reflection.

Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of her breasts exposed and being palmed by his large hands, Chris’s face kissing all across any exposed skin he could reach, all while never breaking eye contact. He leaned his weight into her and she felt his hard cock against her ass; she pressed her hips back into him, grinding against him and letting out a moan before closing her eyes again to enjoy all the sensations.

“Open,” he said again, his tone leaving no room for question. He pulled his lips away from hers and he stood to his full height behind her– even in her heels she was still inches shorter than him, “I want you to watch yourself.”

Kat nodded, not knowing what else to do and allowing herself to melt entirely into his embrace and his command.

His right hand left her breast and moved tantalizingly across her sternum, her stomach, and to the thigh-high slit in her dress. Chris bent forward slightly to pull the fabric up and allow him access to her lacy thong. He bunched the dress up the best he could, pushing as much fabric out of the way to expose her in the mirror and trace a finger along the top hem of her panties. His left hand still played with her breast and now, she grasped his right forearm, bracing herself against him and using her left hand to reach behind her and hold onto his hip.

Chris traced the edge of her thong again, dipping his finger under the elastic and then back out multiple times before finally sliding his hand all the way down to cup her core. He groaned into her ear as his pointer finger swiped through the wetness between her legs, “all this for me, Kitten?”

“Please,” she whimpered, bucking her hips against him in anticipation.

He hummed in agreement, nuzzling into her hair and pressing his finger into her entrance, slowly pumping in and out at a painfully slow pace. Kat dropped her head back on his shoulder, obediently keeping her eyes open to watch his hand move in the mirror. His thumb found her clit and pressed against it, moving just as slowly. She rolled her hips, trying to find more friction, more pressure, more anything, but he stilled his movements and tutted, “not yet, Kathrine.”

She whined and pushed her weight against his chest, nudging her nose against his neck and pressing messy kisses to his jaw. Her reward was a second finger pressed inside of her, slowly making a come hither motion while his thumb started to increase the pressure and pace on her clit. After more minutes of playing with her, he leaned in to kiss her lips muttering against her, “you ready, baby? You going to come now, sweetheart?” as he continued to increase the intensity and Kat’s hips moved to meet him. He pulled away from her lips, removing his hand from her breast to gently but firmly grasp her chin and turn her to face the mirror again, “watch, baby, c’mon,” he grunted, his hips now joining the fray, “c’mon, Kat, come for me, baby.”

Kat let out a strangled, semi-pornographic moan when her orgasm hit her hard, her ears ringing and her whole body shaking in Chris’s arms. He slowed his rhythm, working her over the edge and through the intensity, giving her a moment of reprieve while he kissed her shoulders, her neck, her cheek, and pulled her lips to his to give her a long, wet kiss.

“Do you have a condom,” she muttered against him, ready to feel him inside of her the moment his fingers slid out. He released her with a quick kiss, stumbling in his pants that were still undone and sagging toward his tuxedo jacket. He fished in for his wallet while Kat studied herself, still trying to catch her breath.

Chris appeared in the mirror behind her again, his hands falling to her hips and pulling the fabric of her dress up quickly. She helped him, letting the dress bunch at her hips, her breasts still exposed and now her ass as well. He stepped back from her and she watched him in the mirror.

He was palming himself in his shorts, one hand still on the curve of her hip and she arched her back slightly, giving him a more full view of her. Chris glanced up in the mirror to find her smirking; he stopped palming himself to tuck both thumbs in the waistband of her thong and drag it down her legs, helping her step out of it and tossing it somewhere in the dim room.

Still, on his knees behind her, his hands traced up her calves, the back of her knees, her thighs, as he rose to stand and smacked her ass, watching her flesh bounce. Feeling impatient, she wiggled at him, arching her back even deeper. He chuckled, “you’re ready for me, pretty girl?”

He met her eyes in the mirror and she bit her lip, nodding and watching him drop his boxer briefs. From her place in front of him, she didn’t have a good view but she listened to him snap on the condom and then mewed when he rubbed the tip of his cock through her arousal.

With one hand on her hip and the other pushing her neck to lean her closer to the dresser, he pushed into her without warning, causing Kat to cry out at the stretch. He stilled, kissed her shoulder, and waited for her to nod before he started a steady, deep rhythm, hitting the soft, spongy parts she so desperately craved. The salacious sounds of his hips meeting her ass, his grunts, and Kat’s sighs and moans filled the room quickly while he pounded into her, the pace ever increasing. Kat fumbled with her dress, trying to get to her clit. Chris moved his hand from her waist, still keeping one on her neck to hold her steady, and licked his fingers before reaching around her hips and quickly building another steady rhythm on her clit. Over and over again he thrust into her, circling her clit and groaning into her neck.

“C’mon, Kat, come for me again, let go, Kitten,” he growled while her velvet walls squeezed him tight, “I can’t hold on, come, baby,” he babbled, rocking his hips while her hips pushed back against him, chasing her release. It hit her quickly, making her legs shake and then wobble, struggling to support her weight. Chris finished with a moan drilling inside of her and draping his body over hers that was slumped against the dresser. He planted kisses on her shoulder, her neck, and then down the top of her spine before gently helping her come upright. Kat turned in his arms and slid into the dresser, letting her back lean against the mirror and lazily tugging her gown to cover her breasts just enough.

Chris snagged a few tissues from the nightstand and handed her some while he cleaned up and disposed of the condom in the trash can by the desk. He tucked himself back into his briefs and came to stand between Kat’s useless legs. He leaned forward and planted his palms on the dresser beside her legs to kiss her lazily, their tongues swiping at each other and showing no urgency.

Finally, Kat pulled back and reached up to push his hair back in place the best she could. “Your business partners will wonder where you went,” she whispered, giving him an out.

He raised an eyebrow at her, “what about that drink?”

“Next time,” she shrugged, sliding off the dresser knowing there would be no ‘next time’ and moving towards her shopping bags for the zip-up and leggings she’d bought today. Once they were in her arms, she turned back to Chris still standing there, pants around his ankles, and looking confused. “I’m going to take a shower,” she pressed up on her toes and kissed his lips once more before crossing in front of him and stepping into the large bathroom.

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25 Days of Life Day: Day 17 - Wrapping Gifts for the Corrie Guard with Thire

Warnings: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF.

Summary: Thire is terrible at wrapping but surprises you.

A/N: I know I've missed the last two days but I plan on catching them up, hopefully today! This holiday season has just wiped me, mentally and physically lol.

“No offense, Thire… but you’re not doing it right.” You laugh, watching his holoform as he struggles to wrap the giant sweater with a big massiff on it for Hound that you helped him knit.

That was kind of the theme for his brothers and you’d been helping him with them for the last few months. Sweaters for all his vod. Thorn’s had a thorn in a foot, Hound’s had a knitted version of Grizzer, Stone’s was a giant boulder. Fox’s was obviously a fox. And he’d even made a littler one for Grizzer. It was really sweet.

The only one who wouldn’t have a sweater was Thire, except you’d secretly been working on one behind his back so he could match his brothers.

The only problem you’d come across is that Thire was such an unique name that you couldn’t figure out what it meant. So you decided to get a plant and start calling it Thire. He was incredibly confused but quickly accepted it so you just knitted the plant onto the sweater so he could have something as cute as his brothers. It was different and made up, but you know he’ll be appreciative.

He looks at you with big eyes. “Come help me, then… Please?”

You’re typing up your next speech on your holopad in your office. “I can’t, love. I’m sorry. I’m swamped with work here.”

He continues to fold it incorrectly, making it crinkle in a way you didn’t even know was possible. This man is hopeless, in the most endearing way possible, and really might actually need your help.

With a soft sigh, you turn off your holopad and look at him with the gift sitting in a pile of wrapping paper in between his muscular legs.

“Thire, what are you doing on the floor?” You hear a voice off the comm.

“Kriff, Thorn.” He scrambles. “I’m trying to wrap this gift for Hound.”

“Not well.” You add as Thorn comes into focus with his hands on his hips, staring down at a frustrated Thire.

Thorn tells you hello and you smile as you pack up your bag and start walking to the door.

“Where are you going?” Thire looks up at you.

“Coming to save you.” You grin.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” He asks, gratefully.

“Yes but I never tire of hearing it. I’ll be down there soon.” You blow him a kiss and put your com in your bag, taking the elevator down to the Corrie barracks.

When you get down there, you walk quickly and sneakily through the barracks so no one would see you. Thire’s brothers knew about you two but that was about it. You could only guess the punishment for a senator/clone relationship would end terribly, but the moment you met him, you were smitten.

“Good evening, Senator.” Fox smirks as he walks past you, holding a cup of caf, sipping it as he side-eyes you.

“Commander.” You smile, politely.

“Staying?” He asks with a quirked eyebrow.

Fox has only ever been kind to you. You know that he’s not a fan of the senators but you’re one of the few that stand up for the clones and try to push forward bills that would protect their rights. So, you had a mutual respect for one another.

“Just helping Thire wrap some gifts.” You start to open the door to his barracks.

“We’re doing gifts?” Fox pops his head into the barracks.

“Maker, get out!” Thire covers his gift for Hound.

Fox chuckles and nods to you before leaving the room as you kiss Thire on the forehead and sit in front of him on the floor.

“Here.” You grin at him and take the misshapen package and tear it open.

When you open the package, there’s just crumpled paper surrounding a small red box. You don’t remember him getting this gift.

“What is this?” You ask him.

“Your gift. Sort of.” He starts to grin, scooting closer to you. “Open it.”

You pick up the little painted wooden red box. Corrie red, you realize. When you open, you nearly drop the box back to the floor. Inside the box is a thin red band that you can’t tear your eyes off of.

“It’s only plastoid… but it’s from my own armor… a piece of me.” He chuckles, nervously. “I was hoping it would be enough until I can buy you something better… you know, you deserve so much more.”

“Stop, it’s perfect.” You look up at him with teary eyes. “Is this…”

“Yeah.” He smiles, taking the ring from you so he can hold it in front of you. “I know we come from two different worlds… and there’s so much demanded of us every single day… but you’re who I want. You’re who I want to come home to every night. If you’ll have me, I’d love to be your husband… more than anything in the galaxy.”

Your lips part, trembling. “Oh, Thire… this is perfect. This is… everything. You’re everything.”

He leans in, kissing you softly. “So, that’s a yes?”

“Yes. Obviously.” You grin, cupping his face to kiss him passionately.

He leans into you, sliding the ring on your finger and then kissing your hand. You can’t stop looking at it.

“So, were you pretending to be bad at wrapping gifts so you could do this?” You laugh.

“Oh no, I’m still going to need your help with that. I’m terrible at wrapping.” He laughs with you and then continues to kiss you, the gifts momentarily forgotten.

It’s true. The two of you come from incredibly different places, but your love for each other is fiercer than anything that the republic could throw at you.

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lokis-army-77 · 2 years

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Safe With Me PT. 3

Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 3970

This is a fix-it fic of season four of Stranger things. It follows the show, for the most part, I have just changed a few things so that I could add the character of the Reader.

Eddie and reader are bored and so they pass the time like anyone else would, by having sex.

Warning: 18+ Smut, daddy kink, dom Eddie, oral (m receiving), PinV unprotected sex.

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It was Monday now and there was no sight of our friends. No one had radioed us since they had left us Sunday morning, so, I was taking that as a good sign, hopefully. Having smoked a copious amount of weed yesterday, Eddie and I had almost cleared out all of our food stash.

We were no town to three bottles of water, a half-eaten bag of regular Doritos as well as a full bag of cool ranch flavored one, a singular Grumpy Grape flavored Squeezit, a bag of unpopped popcorn, and a box of frosted flakes.

I had a headache from all the sugar as I nursed one of the last bottles of water. “Remind me to give them an actual grocery list the next time they go to the store. I would have expected the junk food from the younger ones, but Steve knows better.” I groaned.

“Yeah, I’d kill for some pizza rolls.” Eddie mused from the other side of the couch.

“Yeah but the microwave is busted, I tried to start it up earlier so we could have popcorn, remember?” I pointed out.

“Shit, you're right.” He leaned his head back on the couch.

Tapping my fingers against my arms, I huffed. “I am so fucking bored.”

“Says the one who could leave when she wants.” Eddie pushed at my feet as I went to lay them across his lap.

I laughed, “If I were to leave, you would really be bored then. I may be here to keep you company but my main purpose is to keep you from going insane.”

“You can’t keep me from doing that cause I already am,” Eddie joked back.

“Well then, I’m keeping you from falling further into the madness.”

His hands massaged my feet and I giggled when he touched a particularly ticklish part. “Eddie stop, that tickles.”

“Nah, I don’t think I will.” He grinned sadistically before he clamped down on my right ankle and wiggled his fingers over the bottom of my foot.

“Stop!” I cried, laughing harder, trying to kick my foot from his grip.

“Why?”

“Because! Stop please!” I pleaded with him. My abdomen was hurting with how hard I was laughing. “I can’t breathe! Eddie!”

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop. But only if you give me a kiss.” His tickling stopped but his grip on my ankle was holdfast, letting me know he could start again at a moment's notice. “Come on sweetheart, right here.” He tapped his index finger on his lips.

“I think I can handle that.” I pushed myself up and Eddie let go of my ankle. Scooting over to him, I threw my leg over his so that I was now straddling him. He smiled a dopey smile up at me as he puckered up his lips and closed his eyes. Giggling, I planned my lips on his.

Eddie’s hands came to hold me at my waist as we kissed. The feeling of his lips on mine, although chapped, felt like pure heaven. It started off sweet, but soon his hands found their way under my shirt and they started gripping roughly at the exposed skin. His rings were cold on my back and he pressed me further into him, I gasped into his mouth at the feeling. Taking my open mouth as an advantage, Eddie immediately licked into my mouth with his tongue. I was surprised but nevertheless, I let him explore, meeting him with my own tongue.

The sound of our kissing was wet and soft, like music to my ears, especially the short grunts he made when my hips started to slowly grind forward along the expanse of his thigh. As our kisses became greedy and harder, I could feel a dull ache begin to form in the pit of my stomach.

“Eddie,” I sighed when I pulled away from his lips to kiss my way down the side of his neck.

“Yeah, baby?” He breathed into my shoulder.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this, what if the others come by?” I asked, but never halted my grinding down on his leg.

“Screw them, sweetheart, I need you.” He moved one of his hands from my back to my chin, pulling me to look at him. “I need you so bad.”

“Need you too,” I whined, feeling the ache permeate through my lower body.

“Why don’t you show Daddy how much you need him? Hum, baby?” Eddie knew what he was doing when his voice shifted to that low seductive tone and he pulled out one of the many names I used for him in bed.

Wasting no time, I reconnected our lips and began to grind a little harder into his lap, there wasn’t much friction happening between two pairs of denim jeans but it was enough to have me panting after a few minutes.

Eddie’s fingers fiddled with the buttons of my pants as he moved his lips from mine down my neck to where he stopped to suck along my collarbone. “Take these off, baby.”

Eagerly, I stepped off his lap and slowly, teasingly pushed my jeans down my legs. When they pooled around my feet, I stepped out of them and sat back on Eddie’s lap. Straight away his hands were toying with the soft lacey fabric of my black panties.

“God, you are so beautiful, Princess. So fucken’ beautiful.” He kissed me deeply. I sighed happily when he gripped my hips again and started to lead my hips in grinding down on him. No longer covered by a thick layer of denim, I could now feel as my clit grazed lightly over his thigh through the thin layer of fabric that was my panties.

“Fuck.” I pulled him into another wet kiss, wanting to be as close as possible. “Touch me please.”

“No baby, I told you to show me how much you need me. I’m no touching you till you do that for me.”

“But-”

“No buts or daddy’s gonna have to teach you a lesson on how to follow directions and talk back.” Eddie gave the outside of my thigh a sharp smack.

“Yes sir.” I lowered my head all the while still rubbing myself against him.

“That’s more like it Sweetheart.” His thumb smoothed over the skin where he had hit me.

After a few more times of rolling my clit along his thigh, I slid my way off his lap and between his legs. My eyes never lost contact with his as I dragged my hands over his chest and stomach before placing them on his lap. He stared down at me, mouth slightly a gap as I rubbed his quickly hardening cock through his black jeans.

My fingers deftly unbuckled his handcuff belt and unzipped his pants. He sighed in relief as the tight pressure of being constrained in his pants left. Before I took him out, I gently massaged his thighs, smirking a bit when I felt the mussels in his legs twitch.

“Come on baby, don’t keep Daddy waiting.” One of his hands fisted in my hair, and the other white-knuckled the fabric of the couch.

I hummed in response, taking my eyes away from him so I could watch as I gingerly took his cock from the confines of his underwear and tugged down the tiniest bit on his pants so he could rest outside of them more comfortably.

Although he was hard, the skin of his cock was soft and silky, surrounded by a thick bush of curly black hair which thinned out as it traveled up and disappeared under his t-shirt. I watched in awe, like always, as a thick milky bead of pre-cum pooled at the slit of his head.

The thumb of my right hand slowly and tentatively, slid over that bead, smearing it along his angry red skin of him.

“Fuck,” Eddie breathed out, head leaning back, his hand clutching my hair a little tighter.

The sounds he made always made me smile, happy to know I make him feel so good without having done much. My thumb swiped mack over the slit, smearing over a new bead of pre-cum. This time though, instead of using it to wet his cock, I let go of him and stuck my thumb into my mouth.

“Mumm.” I moaned at the taste of him, salty and tangy. “You always taste so good, Daddy.”

“Yeah, baby?” He groaned.

“Yeah.” The reply was soft but I knew he heard.

Spitting into my hand, I placed it back on his cock, this time in the middle of his shaft, and began to pump up and down. It made a slick noise as I moved my hand at a moderate pace.

“That’s it, princess, just like that.” At his words, I moved my left hand from its place on Eddie’s thigh and cupped his swollen and heavy balls. “Ah,” He moaned, hips bucking into my hand. “Come on baby, let Daddy have your mouth.”

I did as told, bringing my mouth up to the head of his cock, blowing gently onto the tip before opening wide and taking him in. His taste totally filled my scenes, there was nothing but him as I began to bob up and down. My hand stroked what couldn’t fit into my mouth without deep throating him and my other fondled his sack.

Eddie was making soft moaning sounds along with a few grunts. His hand began to push my mouth further down onto him in turn making his cock ram father into my throat, eliciting a gag from me.

“I love it when you gag on me. My fuckin’ favorite sound.” He cooed. He kept pushing me down, fucking himself with my throat. My hands moved from his cock so I could brace myself on his thighs. The fingers in my hair tightened, making me moan.

After several thrusts into my mouth, Eddie let me go. My mouth came away from him, connected only by a long string of saliva from my lips to his head. I coughed a bit, trying to catch my breath.

“Take those panties off and get up here.” His eyes were intense as they stared down at me, watching as I stood to slip my panties off. Eddie held his hand out once they were off my legs. I handed them to him.

There was something about him bringing my panties to his face and taking a deep whiff that turned me on even more than I already was. My thighs pressed together tightly, trying to relieve the throbbing I was filling in my clit.

“God,” he let out a guttural moan. “You smell so sweet.” He smiled up lazily at me before lifting his hips and tucking my panties into the back pocket of his jeans.

When he was seated back fully on the couch, I went and took my place on his lap.

“No, no baby, other way,” Eddie smirked, twirling his finger in the air.

“Yes, Daddy.” I obeyed, moving off of him again and turning around. His hand came to rest on the small of my back, guiding me down into his lap. I could feel the hardness of his cock between us. “Now, take that shirt off baby, and the bra.”

Eddie gasped a bit when I wiggled against his cock while pulling my shirt over my head. After it was thrown haphazardly to the ground, I unhooked the clasps of my bra and slid it off. All the while, his hands were exploring the soft skin of my back and hips. His grip on the plush, plump skin of my hips was sure to leave bruises for a couple of days, not that I minded any.

“What now?” I asked as I felt him lean forward to press his lips to my spine.

“I want you to fuck yourself on my cock.” The breath of his words tickled my skin and I pulled away slightly.

“But Daddy, we haven’t-,” I whined.

“What did I say about buts baby?” He tugged on my hair, cutting me off.

A moan left me at the feeling, “No buts or I get punished.”

“What a good girl, you remembered.” My stomach did a flip at the praise. “Now, I know you can take it, princess, I wouldn’t ask you to if I knew you couldn’t.” His thumbs rubbed tight soothing circles into my skin.

“Okay, Daddy.” I looked back at him, grinning.

“That’s my good girl.”

With that, I stood up slightly and reached between my legs for his cock. Eddie helped me a bit by grabbing hold of him, but after that, I was on my own. I slowly slid his tip through my wet folds. Honestly, I was sure I was so turned on, that I could just cum by him just speaking to me.

Whimpering, I slowly seated myself down on him. He was tight, I could take him, but it was a shaper sting and stretch than it would have been if I had been worked up. My head lulled back when he bottomed out inside of me, at that angle, he filled me completely, he hit every nerve just right and he wasn’t even moving.

“You feel so good Daddy,” I leaned back into his chest.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Mumhum.” I nodded beginning to bounce my hips a bit.

“Your cunt is tight as ever. Squeezin’ me so tight.”

My hands shot out to hold onto the arm of the couch and the cushion beside us as Eddie’s hips jerked up slightly into me, making me lose my balance a bit. His hands held onto me tightly as my hips moved more.

I couldn’t get enough of him and the feeling his cock gave me when it was inside of me. I moaned out loudly whenever my inside walls constricted around him. The cool spring air in the house hit my skin which was quickly becoming damp with perspiration. The mix of hot skin and cold air aroused a tingle in me which caused my nipples to pebble and harden and my skin to rise in goosebumps.

Eddies hands began to explore my body as I upped my pace. “Fuck,” I whispers as he began to pinch my erect buds between his thumb and forefinger. At first, it was a soft pinch that soon grew into slight tugs and then harder tweaks.

Arousal was seeping down from my cunt and over Eddie’s thighs. I was sopping wet and it was all because of the metalhead under me.

“Come on baby, I think you can go a bit faster.” He groaned into my ear.

I tried to pick up the base, but I could only go so fast. My legs and arms were beginning to ache as I used them to propel myself up off his cock only to come down and go right back up in quick succession. The position was one that put great strain on me without any help from him. Eddie, seeing that I was leveling off in speed, choose to remove his hands from my breasts and bring them back to my hips. His grip was strong, stronger than before, as he moved them for me, aiding his deep thrusts.

My mouth fell open at the sensation of him. His tip was hitting my cervix just right, every time he hit there was a shockwave of pleasure sent throughout my entire body. My hand holding onto the couch cushion slowly slithered into my lap and between my parted legs. I needed to feel something on my clit, anything other than cool air ghosting over.

A loud squill left me as soon as I pressed my fingers to the bundle of nerves. I couldn’t keep my eyes open at the feeling of ecstasy. My hips sputters as my hand started to rub tight circles into my skin. The muscles of my forearm burned at the speed I was going.

I was getting closer and the sloppy wet sounds of our fucking weren’t helping. With every squelch or slap of skin, I was clenching around him like my life depended on it. My breathing was becoming more and more labored and fast, I couldn’t catch up, not with all the movement, the want to cum but also the want to last longer.

“Come on Princess, I can feel how that pretty pussy is squeezing me oh so tight. Let go, I know you want to.” His voice was beyond erotic. It was raspy from all his grunts and growls, similar to how he sounded after performing with his band, but way sexier.

The heat of my body was becoming too much and so was the seemingly never-ending ache in my abdomen. “S’too much.” I cried as I ripped my hand away from my clit. My cunt spasmed at the sudden loss but it gave no relief as Eddie continued to fuck up into me.

“Cum for me yeah? Need you to before I can baby. Come on.” He cooed into the skin of my back before practically throwing me down onto his cock and he thrust up and pulled me off to repeat the move.

“Right there, m’rigth there.” I cried, chest heaving.

Eddie moved one hand from my hip to my sensitive clit. “When I tell you to, you let go.”

“Yes sir,” I nodded frantically, feeling that familiar needy, carnal pressure about to overflow.

His fingertips finally pressed hard into me before being removed and harshly slapped against the wet skin of my clit. A cry of pain and pleasure erupted from me only to be gargled into a moan when he roughly began moving his fingers side to side in a quick motion against my clit.

“Now, Princess, now.”

My legs snapped shut around his hand as I let go. As I came, my screams filled the air. My body shook and trembled against his with the release of all my pre-orgasm tension. It was unlike anything I had ever felt and altogether the most spectacular orgasm I had endured.

Eddie’s fingers were still languidly stroking my clit after I came down, causing me to jerk my hips away and place my hands on his wrist to still him.

“No more.” I pleaded. My muscles were like like jelly as I fell back against his chest, unable to hold myself up.

“You did so good baby,” He praised while placing soft, gentle kisses along my shoulder.

I sighed into him, exhausted, never wanting to leave his embrace. “M’humgry.” I mumbled.

“Well, let's get cleaned up first.” He lifted my hips. “Come on, up you go,” he chuckled.

I gasped at the feeling of being empty as well as the sensation of his cum flowing down my thighs. Too busy having my own orgasm, I didn’t notice if he had had his.

Eddie left me sitting on the couch before he walked off into the kitchen. He came back with a damp rag which he used to gently clean up the mess we had made.

He sighed as he looked up at me. “I probably shouldn’t have used one of our last bottles of water to do this, but Rick’s water has been turned off too.”

“Eddie,” I grumped. “Really?”

“Sorry,” He scrunched his face up.

“I guess I could go to town real quick and get us some stuff.” I sat up, now shivering from being completely naked in the spring air. “Here, hand me my shirt.” I stuck my hand out and Eddie stretched over the coffee table to grab my shirt.

“Don’t do that, we can just call Henderson.”

“Eddie,” I huffed as I threw the shirt over my head. “We need water to live, as well as more food, and Dustin and the others haven’t answered us since seven thirty, it’s almost-,” I stopped for a second to grab his wrist and pull it toward me to look at his watch. “It's almost three now. If they were gonna come give us stuff they would have told us and they would have been here by now.”

He snatched his writs away and started to gather up the rest of my clothes which were strewn across the living room. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, you still aren’t going.”

“And why is that? Saturday night you didn’t want me to stay with you.”

“Can’t a guy change his mind?” He tossed my pants and bra at me.

“I mean yeah, but why? Also, Eddie, I’m gonna need my underwear back.” I sighed, slipping my bra on under my shirt.

“Nope, they’re mine now.” He gave an evil smirk as he pats his back pocket with my panties sticking out the tiniest bit.

“You’re gross, you know that?” I stood unsteadily and slipped on my pants, shifting at the uncomfortable feeling of denim on my bare cunt. “You also didn’t answer my question.”

“Don’t make me say it.” Eddie crossed his arms over his chest.

“How am I supposed to make you say what ‘it’ is?” I flopped back on the couch.

“I just don’t want you to go, that's all.”

“Yeah, but there is an underlying reason. Come on, baby, you can tell me.”

“I,” He started, “Just forget about it, he stalked into the kitchen.

I stood to my feet, wobbled a little, but eventually made it to the table he was seated at. My hands ran over his shoulders and down his chest so that I was hugging him from behind. I stuck my face around him, resting my chin in the crook of his neck. “Tell me, please?” I asked sweetly.

“Ugh, fine.” He gave in. “You make me feel safe. I-I don’t want to be left alone.” His hands came up to grasp at mine, holding them tightly.

I turned my head on his shoulder to look at him better. “Eds baby, there is no shame in being scared. What happened to you was anything but sunshine and rainbows and I don’t expect you to be fine overnight. I’m sorry I pushed you.”

He raised my right hand to his mouth and gave it a peck. “S’okay. I just never thought I would be scared like this ever in my life and telling you, someone I consider I am supposed to protect from everything, makes me feel like I can’t even do that.”

I could feel tears pooling in my eyes, Eddie rarely got emotional, but when he did, it always made me cry. “Can you turn around?” I asked, voice wavering as I let go of him and backed up.

He scooted his chair around to where he was facing me and gave a short smile. I whipped my tears away with the back of my hands and took a step back to him.

“I love you, you know that?” I cupped his cheeks in my hands and brought his lips to mine. It was a sweeter kiss compared to the ones we shared only a little while ago, full of unadulterated emotion. He kissed back tenderly, his hands moving my sides, pulling me into him.

“I love you.” He muttered against my lips. I smiled at those three words. Eddie never said I love you too, only I love you, letting me know that his love was not a reply to my own, that it wasn’t conditional on if I loved him as well, it was I love you because he wholeheartedly and truly did.

With one last peck to his lips, I pulled away and walked to the side of the table which had the bags of food. Taking out the half-eaten bag of regular Doritos, I looked at Eddie. “Well, I guess this is as good as it's gonna get.”

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sapphirefallschronicles · 1 year

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Welcome to Sapphire Falls - chapter 13 ❜┊˚̥۪͙۪◌

Basketballer!Chris Evans x Abigail Syverson (plus size!ofc) & Farmer!Syverson x Livia Darmandi (Asian ofc)

Summary: Livia asks Sy to join her to the benefit and thinks about prom night, more than eleven years ago.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Vague mentions of sex, but not too much.

The Advent Calendar (a.k.a. the masterlist)

Okay, I now have to fix that date for the benefit and preferably with Sy. Gosh, that lie just rolled right off my tongue, didn’t it? But, let’s be honest: me and Chris attending an event together? Sure, he was one of my greatest friends growing up and I really like having him around and–for what it’s worth–he is not too shabby to have right next to you, but why on earth would we go together, when there is a much better fit for him named Abigail Syverson?

My continuous knocking on the door of the Honey Bee Ranch finally pays off, because it opens after a good ten seconds and Sy leans in the doorway, appearing unamused. ‘You must have a very good reason to disturb me like that.’

I ignore the wit, knowing he doesn’t mean it. ‘You gotta come with me to the benefit.’

‘And why would I do that?’ he asks, crossing his thick arms in front of his broad chest.

‘Well, Chris is probably going with Abigail and I told him I’m going with you.’ I shrug and add: ‘So, now you have to come with me, otherwise Chris is gonna kill me for lying.’

‘So, because you were dishonest, I just have to go with you to the benefit?’

I nod. ‘Yep, you’re already getting the gist of it.’

He scoffs. ‘Bold of you to assume I have a suit to wear.’

‘I know you do,’ I tell him. ‘And otherwise, we can rent one for you. I found a place not too far from here and you can rent there, even on such a short notice.’

‘Crap,’ he mutters. ‘Now I can’t say no.’

‘So… Does that mean you’re coming with me?’ I hopefully ask.

Sy nods. ‘I guess so.’

‘Great! It’s gonna be like all our homecoming dancings and prom.’ Realizing what I just said, I clear my throat. ‘Well, you know what I mean.’

Sy scratches the back of his neck, sharing the same uneasiness as me. ‘I know what you mean,’ he says. ‘Well, Liv, I do have a suit. I’ll pick you up in the truck or do you prefer something fancier?’

‘The truck would suffice. I’ll text you the details later on.’ I break out in a smile and say: ‘Thank you, Sy. I owe you one.’

He shakes his head. ‘No, Liv, this is what friends do. We’re there for one another.’

‘I also need another favor.’

‘And what’s that?’

‘Can you drive me? I have to buy a dress.’

●・○・●・○・●

You can say about Sy what you want, but he is a good sport. Without muttering or sputtering, he got the car keys and drove me to the store I had in mind. It was an hour drive, but he didn’t mind. I guess he always really liked driving. I knew my way around here in Sapphire Falls, back when I was younger and Dottie took me out for driving sometimes, but I haven’t driven a car in so long. Besides me never liking it, I also live in New York City.

Feel like I don’t need to further expound on that one.

Together with Sy I walk into the store and let out a deep sigh as I stare at the amounts of clothing. ‘Do you think I should’ve brought Abigail with me?’ I ask.

Sy scoffs. ‘You couldn’t have thought of that an hour earlier?’

‘Well, you didn’t say anything either.’

He smirks. ‘True. Okay, come on, let’s make this quick. Max three dresses for you to try on.’

At first I want to strangle him for suggesting something so outrageous, but I think three dresses is enough. Besides, having a defined idea of what to do here is probably the best way to go. ‘I came prepared,’ I say, ‘because I already brought some shoes.’ I fish the heels out of my bag and hold them. ‘They’re black,’ I say, as if Sy can’t see that, ‘so, they’ll fit mostly everything.’

Sy holds one in his hands and examines them. ‘These are high.’

‘Yeah, and I am short,’ I tell him. ‘Come on, I have to compensate. You are gonna be my plus one and knowing us, we’re gonna hang out with the other giants named Abigail and Chris.’

He smiles. For a second I’m lost in those eyes, in that smile and his handsome features, but I quickly shrug it off and look through the racks of clothing. Nothing is good enough. It’s either too casual, too royal or borderline cosplay and that was not the look we were going for.

But I grabbed two dresses, a red one and a green one. I first try on the red and when I have put on the heels, I look at myself in the mirror.

Oh no…

This isn’t good.

‘Are you gonna show me something?’ Sy impatiently asks, who has taken a seat outside of the changing rooms.

‘No,’ I say. ‘The red one is no good.’

‘Show it to me, Liv.’

‘No, it’s horrendous.’

‘It can’t be that bad.’

I pull the curtain to the side and show him what I’m wearing. ‘You still think that?’

Sy doesn’t want to, but he still bursts out into laughter. The collar and sleeves didn’t look too bad on the hanger, however now that I’m wearing it, I feel like doctor Quinn is gonna barge in the store any minute now to rip the dress off me. ‘That is not good,’ he says.

‘Don’t laugh too hard,’ I mumble, though I have to chuckle too. ‘It’s horrible.’

‘Well, let’s hope the green one is better.’

I hide in the changing room again and after nearly breaking my neck because I tripped in the very tight space, I somehow managed to slide into this other dress.

Oh.

This is a look. The tiny cut outs near the waist line really show off my middle and despite the dress being knee length, the high slit on the side doesn’t make it look frumpy.

I turn around in the mirror and realize I have a great ass in this too!

This dress fits like a glove and that in a little boutique. Is this how people feel when they hit the jackpot? I open the curtain again and walk out. ‘And?’ I ask, as I make a little pirouette.

Sy blinks his eyes, before I see him scanning the entire dress and therefore me. ‘Wow.’

‘Is that a good wow?’

‘More than a good wow,’ Sy notes, getting up from the chair to stand next to me. He holds out his arm and I hook mine though it. ‘You sure you wanna show up with me by your side for the benefit?’ he asks.

‘Absolutely,’ I say, leaning my head against his arm. ‘I’d love that, Sy.’

He can’t help but smirk. ‘Good, me too.’

●・○・●・○・●

Prom was probably one of the most highly anticipated moments of my life. Doing my hair and make-up with Abigail and her mom Dottie, then putting on the red dress I had bought with them. It were moments like this I cherished forever. After Dottie pulled an Abigail and took a lot of pictures, we went to school. Chris and Abigail in Chris’ fixer up. Sy and I in his truck.

But when we arrived at school, Chris and Abigail quickly disappeared, but I never lost track of Sy. The crowd was getting too much and too packed and being my height, therefore unable to oversee it all, I wanted to walk back, however Sy placed his hand in between my shoulderblades, causing me to look up. ‘I’ve got you, Liv.’

Four words, but it was enough to send my heart into overdrive.

My prom was mostly spent with Sy and because I couldn’t persuade him to join me on the dance floor, we remained wallflowers for the majority of the night and to be fair, that was all I really cared about. I liked being around Sy and to be his moral support for events like this–which he absolutely despised–was the least I could do.

And after prom, we went home. We had a lot of dances in the past and it usually ended in us going back to the ranch. Chris however went home, because he had a basketball game the next day and it wouldn’t be too far-fetched to just assume Abigail was staring at the pictures she had taken that night. Because the ranch was big and had a lot of rooms, I slept in one of the guest bedrooms, where I took off all my make-up and the dress. I stared at it for a while, as it was draped over the chair and the last reminder I had of prom night.

I went to the kitchen for one more glass of water, only to see Sy also standing there. ‘Hi,’ I said, causing him to look up. ‘What are you doing here?’

He simply shrugged, before he suggested: ‘Want to come with me?’

‘Where to?’

‘You know how my dad and I were building that shed near the lake?’ he asked. ‘I finished it the other day. I just hadn’t gotten around to show it to you just yet.’

I peeked through the window, realizing how dark it was.

‘It’s not too cold out,’ Sy said, as if that was what I was worried about. ‘So you can just go in your pj’s.’

Knowing with the aftermath of prom still buzzing through my veins, I would not fall asleep anytime soon, I nodded and together we walked into the dark night. I held onto Sy’s arm, not wanting to lose sight of him.

The shed was absolutely beautiful. I remembered clearly when Bernard and Sy were working on it, but after the death of Bernard, Sy hadn’t picked up on working on it. He probably found the willpower to do so again.

‘It’s like a little house,’ I said, as I plopped on the bed. ‘You can rent it out.’

‘I’m probably not gonna do that. I… It’s nice to have my own place so to say.’ He sat next to me on the bed. ‘Liv, I had fun tonight.’

‘Really? You frowned like ninety nine percent of the time.’

‘That’s my default state,’ he retorted. ‘Thought you knew by now.’

I chuckled. ‘Well, thank you for tonight. For the corsage, for the tie that matched my dress and actually mustering up a smile for the picture.’

‘I hope mom’s reflexes are good,’ he joked, ’because that smile was very brief.’

I stared at his handsome face, his jawline more prominent than last year, though I still saw some of the softness left. ‘Maybe we should go back.’

‘Maybe.’

However we both didn’t move. I saw Sy’s eyes descend from my eyes to my lips.

‘We can also stay here,’ I suggested in a hoarse tone.

Sy nodded and told me he would lock the door of the shed. I scooted back on the mattress and snuck underneath the thin covers. I stared at my best friend, as he was locking the door and checking the windows. The moments I got to spend with him were going to be scarce as time went on. Sure, we still had time left before I would officially depart for college and it’s only then I have to say my goodbyes to him, but that doesn’t change the fact I was going away and he was staying here in Sapphire Falls.

I had lived my life here, got used to the people here and I knew he was always there for me.

Sy walked over to the bed, got underneath the covers as well and I didn’t even have to think about curling up against his strong and protective frame. I placed my head against his chest, wrapping my arm around his waist.

‘High school is almost over,’ I whispered. ‘Do you think we’ll be people who peaked during high school?’

‘Maybe I will be, but you can never be,’ Sy said, as he played with my fingers. ‘You’re going to conquer the world, show everyone what an amazing writer you are.’

I looked up and smiled. ‘Is the farm going to be your forever home, Sy?’

‘I can’t leave this behind,’ he said. ‘Besides, there is a community college not too far from here. I bet I can learn a thing or two there. If I want.’ The second those words left his lips, he chuckled. ‘Well, you know me: I suck at school. I am probably never going back.’

‘You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for,’ I said. ‘You’ve got so much to offer.’

He let out a sigh. ‘I’m going to miss you.’

‘I’ll miss you too.’

And then it happened. Usually I would insist on us being friends and solely friends, however now I couldn’t. Not when I felt his lips on mine. It was so different than the first times we kissed, because then I stopped us.

I didn’t want us to stop now.

Our kiss deepened and I allowed my body to melt against his. His hand carefully touched my lower back, as it had slipped underneath my pajama shirt.

He rolled me on my back, as he was on his side next to me, not once letting our lips depart from one another. His lips descended to my nape, his hand resting in the dip of my waist. My lips were burning, desperate for more of these types of kisses. My skin was on fire, because of his touch, from both his lips and his calloused hand.

A shaky exhale left my lips, causing Sy to look up. ‘You alright?’

I nodded. ‘I’m okay,’ I whispered. ‘Are you?’

Now it was his turn to nod. He leaned closer to give me another kiss. Sy carefully rolled on top of me, as he kneeled between my legs. He made sure he wasn’t smothering me underneath his large frame, leaning on one of his strong arms.

All the things I usually would do–telling him this wasn’t a good idea, how we were just friends and what not–were all forgotten.

We made out for who knows how long, his shirt disregarded and I allowed my hands to wander over his strong upper body.

Sy carefully let his fingers caress my skin, as his hands were still underneath my shirt. For the longest time, I never thought I’d ever kiss him again, but his lips were attached to mine.

Our lips parted, his forehead resting against mine. His hot breath tingled against my lips. For seconds we didn’t speak, not a word was exchanged between us.

What did I want to say to him? Stop? I want this?

I had no idea.

Everything he did was careful, well thought out. I never wanted him to stop, but deep down I knew that friends didn’t do this.

I whispered: ‘What are we doing?’

‘I’m not sure.’

He was sure. I was sure. We both were.

I pulled him closer, his lips fell perfectly against mine and I said: ‘Do you want this?’

‘With you I do,’ Sy said. ‘What about you, Liv?’

I nodded carefully. ‘With you I want this too.’

●・○・●・○・●

We didn’t speak about the elephant in the room. That was quite the achievement, considering us just losing our virginities to one another on prom night, was probably the biggest elephant ever. We stared at the ceiling after I put on his shirt, since I was a shivering mess. I turned to my side, placing my head on his bare chest as I held his hand in mine. His lips pressed a featherlike kiss on my fingers.

‘Sy,’ I whispered. ‘I am leaving in a month.’

‘I know.’

‘I want us to remain friends. No matter where I am.’

‘I want that too.’

I craned my neck to look up and when our eyes met, he smiled.

‘What’s up?’ he asked me.

I leaned in to give him a kiss on his cheek, before I whispered: ‘I love you, Sy.’

At first I thought he didn’t hear it, but then he said: ‘I love you too, Liv,’ before giving me one last kiss.

And after that, we never spoke about it again. We never said those words to each other. We went back to how it was pre-prom.

Like it never happened.

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miss-tc-nova · 2 years

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Sick S/O - Jack, Kalim, Lilia

I know it’s kinda cliche, but I’m sick so...tadaa.

My “Influence My Story” had a 5 way tie...so I ruled out Leona and Jamil since they were in my last one and chose Kalim and Jack since they sounded fun at the time. Hilariously, I forgot to add Savanaclaw to the list but Leona already had a vote by the time I added them. Lol.

Anyway, this trio is a bit new to me, so sorry if they’re a bit OOC. Enjoy!

~~~~~

Jack:

Wolfy here is immediately aware of your absence.

You didn’t show up to your usual meeting spot before class, let alone show up to any class.

Come lunch time, he’s got food and makes his way towards the Ramshackle Dorm.

He can smell the sickness the moment you open the door to your room and realizes why you’ve been missing all day.

Immediately, the young man pushes the bag into your hands.

“I brought you lunch. Eat up and get back to bed. I’ll check on you after class.”

He closes the door before you can really comprehend what happened, but—in the commotion—you realize you have two meals in your hand.

Even though you hadn’t shown up, he still wanted to have lunch with you.

He’ll be embarrassed to admit it, but even just one day of you absent, he misses you.

But he’ll still spend the rest of the day brainstorming how to make you feel better, to the point he might’ve missed an important tidbit for next week’s quiz.

True to his word, after class, Jack is back at your dorm to check on you. He ushers you back into bed the moment you answer the door, tucking you in and badgering you about whether you’ve been taking it easy today or not. Hopefully you have been. That or you really like to hear him lecture you.

The big softy did happen to grab some cold medicine and chicken noodle soup before he came over. While the soup warms for dinner, he grabs you a glass of water to chase the medicine down.

He keeps you company, refusing your requests to study or do anything other than relax.

If you give him puppy eyes, he’ll crumble and cuddle with you until you fall asleep. Just no smooching—he cannot risk getting sick too. He does not do well with being sick.

Kalim:

Did you tell Kalim you were sick?

You probably shouldn’t have.

Jamil is going to be pissed.

Not at you. Just in general.

Because guess who has no space bubble, especially around you? Even though you’re sick?

Yep, Kalim.

Leaves class the moment Grim lets slip that you’re not feeling well. Professor Crewel hadn’t even finished his greeting. And Jamil comes sulking after once he hears Kalim is skipping class.

Crawling out of bed, you open the door to find a wall of pillows and blankets. It explodes into your room, nearly bowling you over as Kalim pushes his way in.

“I heard you were sick so I’m here to take care of you!”

Sweet baby boy dotes all over you trying to ensure you’re the most comfortable you’ve been in your entire life.

Persistently asks if you need or want anything entirely prepared to race after it, though Jamil might go instead if only to keep Kalim still.

He cuddles and nuzzles you much to Jamil’s displeasure. Boy would love the sickness out of you if he could.

Wants to help make soup, but Jamil saves you there.

He will spoon feed you though. All while you’re buried in a mountain of bedding he packed on you while the soup cooked.

Eventually, you insist to Jamil that he can go; you’ll keep an eye on Kalim, because you both know he’s not going anywhere as long as you’re sick. He’s hardly let go of you for a second since he got here anyway.

Even though you’re sick, lying in bed together, talking nonsense and listening to music is one of your favorite activities.

And that goes on until you two fall asleep.

But you can bet you’ll be doing more of that later because guess who ends up sniffling and coughing the next day?

Yep, Kalim.

Lilia:

Another one you probably shouldn’t have told you were sick.

He doesn’t come running in a heartbeat. No, he takes his time, ensuring he collects everything he’ll need to take care of you.

And this man’s repertoire of home remedies never ends.

Sucks to be you.

It starts rather innocently with a warm, soft-scented bath while Lilia busies himself in the kitchen.

But you should’ve banned him from cooking.

Bat boy is of the mind that if two things will help you heal, combining them must be more efficient. And, oh boy, the number of things the internet claims can help a cold is varied. As in, prepare yourself for the strangest smoothie you’ve ever had. At least you hope it’s a smoothie and not some sweet, savory, thick, chunky soup.

The vapor rub and humidifier—while a bit excessive—are at least normal, but you draw the line at chicken fat and dirty socks.

At your limit, you jerk Lilia down onto the bed and hold him down, demanding he just stop and cuddle you for a bit.

The combination of being sick and Lilia’s fervent insistence of wild remedies is exhausting. You’re out in minutes.

When you wake, you find him still there, comfortably scrolling MagiCam, having given in to your adorable, human desire for simple comforts. Still, you apologize for holding him down for so long.

“Don’t fret, my darling fawn. I will give you all the time in the world if it means you’ll feel better.”

“Besides, you’re cute when you snore.”

Creating raging butterflies and existential embarrassment all in one breath.

At least you know he cares.

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lavenderdreams22 · 2 years

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can i have an eddie munson x reader request? where the reader just moved to hawkins and she’s from texas and has a country accent and wears cute cowboy boots and cute country outfits

The Southern Belle and the Freak - e.m.

A/N: Thank you for sending this in! The idea of Eddie with a southern belle made me want to scream it was so cute. Hopefully this is what you're looking for! I wasn’t completely sure how to depict the accent but I hope you like it ❤

Warnings: I don’t really think there are any, but if you need me to add something, please let me know.

Being the new kid a couple of months into your senior year of high school wasn’t really how you had planned for this year to go, but your dad had packed you up and moved you to Indiana, anyway. With every passing mile on the stretch of Interstate, you were missing your home more and more. Everything north of Missouri was boring, and it had you missing everything about Texas, about your home.

Once you arrived at your new house, a trailer in Forest Hills, you took a moment to look around. It seemed pretty empty, not many people hanging around on a Sunday morning. You half expected there to be a flock of people waiting to see who had bought the old, run down trailer in the back of the park, but even the few that were out paid you no mind. You kicked some rocks, your cowboy boots suddenly feeling very out of place, and, with a shudder, you finally let yourself feel the chill of the Indiana October air. Your dad kicked the door open, and beckoned you forward with a nod of his head.

Though this situation wasn’t ideal, you had never been one not to make the most of the situation, so you plastered on your best smile and followed him into the house. The rest of the night was spent listening to music with your dad, taking a short break to have dinner, and unpacking just enough to get you through the next day. That night, you laid awake, staring at the ceiling. You could have sworn you heard the faint sound of heavy metal in the distance. After tossing and turning for hours, you finally fell into a fitful sleep.

*****

Getting ready for your first day was harder than you expected, especially since you knew that none of your friends would be present when you finally got to school. You chewed on your bottom lip as you glanced at the clothes that you had hung in your closet the night before. You wanted to wear something that reminded you of home, so at least a little bit of that could be with you as you navigated your new school.

You chose a black t-shirt with a pair of jeans and your boots. The belt you wore had a buckle the size of your hand to pay homage to your real home. You braid your hair away from your face, smiling to yourself in the mirror, and wincing at how fake it looked, when you heard a knock at your door.

“Hey, darlin’, you ready to go?” Your dad poked his head in, giving you a bright smile. “I can’t be late to my first day, either!”

“I’m almost ready, I’ll be out in a second.” He gave you a nod and clicked the door closed behind him.

With a deep breath, you grabbed your jacket and school bag, and headed out the door.

*****

The day was going pretty smoothly, save for a few idiots who had mocked your outfit and accent. The term “country bumpkin” had been tossed around a bit, but you tried your best to ignore them as they mocked you in the hallways. You had expected this, but you had thought they would at least wait a day or two. As you glanced around the cafeteria, you spotted a table that looked the most harmless and made your way over.

“Hey, y’all mind if I sit here?” You asked, and their heads snapped up at the sound of your voice. Or, more likely, at the sound of your accent.

“Yeah, sure.” The long haired, brown eyed man that sat at the head of the table said, “You’re new here, right?”

“Today’s my first day.” You smiled at him. “Name’s Y/N.”

“Welcome to Hawkins High, Y/N.” His returning smile was vibrant, his eyes sparkling under the flourescent lights of the cafeteria.

“Thanks…” You trailed off, realizing a moment too late that you didn’t know his name.

“Eddie.” He offered, his smile widening to a grin, “Freak of Hawkins High, at your service.”

He stood to give you a dramatic bow that had your bursting into a fit of giggles.

“Well, Eddie, there sure ain't many guys like you where I come from.” You winked before finally taking a seat at the end of the table next to a boy who informed you that his name was Jeff.

Eddie picked his tray up and pulled his chair behind him to your side of the table, the feet dragging along the linoleum with a loud whine. As he stopped next to you, plopping down at the head of the table, Jeff shook his head, amusement glinting in his eyes.

“You called yourself the freak of Hawkins High.” You rested your head on your hand, “What’d you do to deserve that title?”

One of the boys from the other end of the table let out a groan. This was apparently a conversation that they had had once or one hundred times.

“Well, Y/N, funny you should ask.” He gestured down to the shirt he was wearing. You read it as he started to speak again, “The people of Hawkins, Indiana don’t particularly like people that are different, or have different interests, and you just so happen to be looking at the local Dungeon Master of the one and only Hellfire Club.”

“Dungeon Master?” You asked, turning your head to eye the others. They all had matching shirts on.

“Dungeons and Dragons?” Jeff asked, “It’s a fantasy game.”

“Like Lord of the Rings?” You asked, turning your head back to Eddie. “I have a friend back in Houston that loved those books.”

“Kind of like Lord of the Rings, one could argue.” Eddie nodded, propping his elbows on the table and resting his chin in his hands.

“Awesome, sounds like fun.” You grinned.

“Maybe I could teach you how to play sometime?” Eddie asked.

“Sounds like a damn good time.” You winked and he grinned again.

*****

The next couple of weeks passed, and you were happy to report that they were rather uneventful when your father had asked. You made sure to steer clear of the fact that you were learning a game that people said was linked to the Devil. Your Christian father would have a heart attack if he found out about it. He would probably call your Nana and have her fly out with some Holy Water from the church they had baptized you in to rid you of the evil spirit herself.

So, with a kiss blown in his general direction, a shouted goodbye, and a gentle closing of the door, you were off to Eddie’s quicker than he could argue or ask what the plans were. Bless his heart, he meant well, he really did, but he was just as brainwashed as the rest of them.

You couldn't wait to get to Eddie’s, and were pleased to find out that he only lived a few trailers up. You were even more excited to learn that he had been the source of the music you had heard on your first night here. Maybe he would play more of it for you tonight. Metal had always been something your dad had shied away from, preferring country music, and, up until now, you hadn’t really had the chance to explore it for yourself.

Shivering brought you out of your thoughts, and you pulled your dad’s heavy flannel closer around you, cursing yourself for not thinking to grab a cuter jacket. Your jean jacket that hung on the back of the door flashed in your mind, and another colorful curse passed your lips. Your cowboy boots were only doing so much to hide the skin of your legs from the chill, and your dress, though a cute pastel pink with spring flowers covering it, was about as much help as if you were wearing just your underwear.

Finally, after what felt like too long, you made it to Eddie’s front door. You knocked sharply, and you sighed in relief as Eddie opened the front door. He looked amazing, and you felt yourself warming up as he smiled down at you.

“Hey, Sweetheart.” Eddie pushed open the screen door, gesturing into the house with a dramatic swipe of his arm.

“Hey, Sugar.” You winked at him as you crossed the threshold, bending over to yank the boots off of your feet once you were in the safety of his home.

You could tell that this was where Eddie lived as you glanced around. There was a guitar leaning against the armchair in the living room, more than a dozen hats hanging from the wall, and the distinct smell of Eddie’s cologne. When you turned back to face him, he cleared his throat, hoping that you’d missed the way that his face had gone, and stayed, red at your words. You hadn’t missed it. In fact, you found yourself wanting to make him blush again.

“Don’t you own any other shoes?” He asked, trying to deter the conversation.

“Yes, but none that are warm enough. It’s like 20 degrees warmer there.” You tossed the boots by the door..

“Ah.” He nodded, “Makes sense. Good thing you look cute as hell in them.” That earned him a blush from you. He smiled triumphantly.

He bounded over to the coffee table in the living room, a board and figurines littered around it. He had pulled a few books out, and it all looked very organized. You had expected nothing less with how passionate he was about this particular hobby.

“Didn’t think you were serious about teachin’ me.” You smiled, “This looks like it could be fun!”

“‘Course I was serious. Take a seat, m’lady. Let the Master show you how it’s done.” He rubbed his hands together, a glint entered his eyes that you only ever saw when he talked about D&D.

“Bitchin’.” You clasped your hands together, mimicking his movements.

Eddie watched you for a moment, his hand hovering over one of the books. “You ever been told how cute your whole thing is?”

“Whole thing?” You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean, ‘whole thing’, darlin’?”

“The whole Southern Belle thing.” Eddie gestured vaguely over your form. “It’s cute.”

“Southern Belle?” You asked, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. “You sure you don’t mean ‘country bumpkin'? That seems to be what everyone else thinks.”

“Sometimes, it takes the right person to see how beautiful the things we don’t always love about ourselves really are.” He shrugged.

“Wow, Eddie. Goin’ soft on me?” You blinked a few times.

“Absolutely, sweetheart.” He leaned over the table conspiratorially. “But we can keep this between the two of us. Can’t let the guys know that I’ve gone soft. They would eat me alive.”

“Wouldn’t dream of spillin’ your secrets, Munson.” You winked, “I’ll take it to my grave.”

He leaned back, and the two of you eyed each other for a moment longer before you turned your attention back to the board in front of you. “So, where do we start?”

That seemed to snap him out of it, and with a shake of his head he took in the game in front of him. You tried not to think of the fact that he had lost focus during D&D for you, but the thought crossed your mind about a dozen more times as you continued to catch him watching you as you worked on your character sheet and read through something in the book.

The two of you spent the rest of the night listening to music, playing D&D, laughing and flirting with each other. He slowly rounded the table so that he could be sitting right next to you, and every time you said something to make him laugh, his thigh brushed against yours. You wished the contact could be more constant, and for the first time since you had come to Hawkins, you weren’t even a little bit homesick.

And so the Southern Belle began to fall for the Freak of Hawkins High.

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