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crushmeeren · 8 months

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Warnings; Female Reader, Female Anatomy Used, Kissing, Pussy Eating, Vaginal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex (Double Penetration 😏), Dirty Talk, Praising, Cream Pies! Generally just fluffy and smutty, my personal favorite combo.

Note; Well here it is, my Crowley/Reader/Aziraphae one shot. It’s written with a female bodied reader because I’m female and that’s what I know best. I loved writing this. Once again it became very long and I could not stop the train. Hope everyone who wanted this enjoys it.

AO3 Link; The Devils Hour😈

Word Count; 7.5k

If anyone would like me to write Gender Neutral or Male Reader One Shots, let me know! I would love to do that!☺️

It’s 3 am. You notice after glancing at the red numbers on the digital clock currently sitting on your nightstand. It’s the devils hour. Which is kind of funny considering you’re missing the actual demon that usually occupies part of the bed. It’s completely dark in your shared room, the only other light is from the moon peaking through the curtains, letting you see occasional shapes as you look around the room. You hear the sounds of cars driving down your road once in awhile, and you just hope it’s Crowley, pulling up in his Bentley, Queen music blaring.

You’re halfway laying on your belly and your right side, left leg bent and tucked up beside your waist as you reach out a hand to run it over the soft blanket on the side of the bed that Crowley usually sleeps on. Except right now it’s empty. The blanket feels cool to the touch and it’s unsettling. You grip the blanket tightly, knuckles turning white, before releasing it. The bed’s just too big and it teeters on the line of feeling wrong without Crowley there with you and the Angel.

You start to feel a tug in your chest at the familiar ache of missing the demon. The uncomfortable emotion settles in your heart heavily, sinking into your chest, almost like a lead balloon. It weighs you down and presses you into the mattress a little bit more than before. As you lay there contemplating your misery you hear the blanket rustle behind you and you’re reminded you still have your sweet Angel in the bed with you. It makes you feel a tad lighter.

“Angel,” you breathe out, feeling a warm, steady arm wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you closer. Aziraphale curls up against your back, shifting a knee to get between the soft skin of your thighs. Pillowy lips press a kiss into the back of your neck, over a knob in your spine, which he has access to since your hair’s pulled up into a bun.

“Is everything alright my dear? Why are you awake?” Aziraphale questions, voice quiet and raspy with sleep. You scoot back as much as you can into his embrace and rest your hand on the forearm that holds you.

“I miss Crowley, I thought he would be home by now,” you respond, voice thick with emotion, eyes stinging, threatening to fill with tears. You feel as if you’re being a bit over dramatic but who cares, you miss him. You would miss the Angel just the same if he were gone. You pull the soft blanket up over your shoulder, covering you both.

He brings his hand to the bottom of your large T-shirt. It’s some older, worn one Aziraphale never wears anymore. He wants to get closer to you and he slips that hand underneath, fingers rubbing the skin of your belly soothingly this time as he wraps his arm around you even tighter in comfort.

“I know my love, I miss him too. The old boy is alright. He’ll be home soon. He can’t stay away from us for long, you know that,” Aziraphale says, tone reassuring, nuzzling the back of your head gently. You can feel his warm breath on your neck and it makes you shiver slightly, goosebumps erupting up your arms and legs. An involuntary pulse of arousal makes your pussy clench around nothing. You try to ignore it. Which of course doesn’t work.

“I know, I just, well it’s been awhile since we’ve all been in bed together. I miss being with both of you,” you say shyly, craving the intimacy and pleasure that comes with the three of you having sex together. Missing the way one of them stretches open your pussy as the other presses into your tight arse. The image flashes behind your eyelids and your cheeks burn as your entire body feels too hot. Your pussy clenches again and you squeeze your thighs around the Angels knee for some relief. Aziraphale feels the way you press your pretty little arse into his pelvis, feeling his dick twitch at the sensation.

“Darling,” Aziraphale starts to coo, “You’re missing our demon that badly huh?” he teases, fondly of course, raising up on one elbow to lean forward and press a sweet kiss to the side of your neck.

“Yes.” It comes out as a breathy moan. The Angel hums against your neck. He lets his soft lips trail over your earlobe and whispers in your ear.

“Maybe I can help you feel a little better, my pretty little doll.” You breathe in sharply. You can definitely feel your own heartbeat in your pussy. Warmth pools in your lower belly instantly. The Angel presses his knee a little bit further and puts pressure against your aching clit. Just that little bit of contact feels so good, making your limbs tingle warmly. It makes you crave the loving he’s so gifted at giving.

“Please Angel.” Voice on edge, as you squeeze your bare thighs around the knee he has pushed against your pussy. You rock your hips, grinding your clit onto his knee a couple times, groaning softly. Aziraphale watches your movements, feeling your warm pussy rubbing against his bare leg through your panties, a slightly wet sensation. Your sweet noises reach his ears and his entire body flushes hotly, his cock jumping against your arse, filling out steadily. He can’t help but slip his knee free and roll you onto your back, eager to keep going.

You let him manhandle your body and your head ends up resting on a pillow. You look up at his pretty blue eyes. He bites his bottom lip and helps you bend your legs at the knee, placing your feet on the mattress. You only make one short sound of protest at the loss of his touch and he laughs brightly.

“There, there my love, I’ll be touching your pretty body again shortly,” he says, playfully as he makes his way closer between your thighs, pushing them wide open with his hands on your knees. He decides to shove off the fuzzy blanket that was covering the two of you, it had start to just pool around his waist. It gathers at the end of your bed.

You lick your lips and reach out for Aziraphale with a soft pout on your mouth. You grab a fistful of his shirt and tug him to you. His lips pull into an amused smile and he lets himself be pulled. He rests his elbows on either side of your head, gently relaxing his weight down onto you, and you both groan at the feeling of your chests pressing together. His body crushes you slightly and for some reason it turns you on even more. You can feel his warmth through both your shirts and it makes your nipples harden.

You yearn to kiss him, so you grip his shoulders and pull him down to your mouth. Aziraphales sweet, plump lips slotting against yours perfectly. The Angel makes you feel safe, loved, happy and your kiss conveys all of that. He tilts his head as he moves your lips together slowly, intimately. The kiss starts to feel like heated honey, the sweetness of it soothing some of the bitter ache you both feel missing Crowley.

You moan into his mouth and poke your tongue out to run it against his bottom lip. You hear him whine as he opens his mouth instantly letting you in. You twist your tongue with his for a moment just tasting him before sucking his bottom lip into your mouth. You chomp down, biting it and releasing it with a wet sound. He moans low in his throat.

“Oh, you’re such a little tease aren’t you?” Aziraphale tickles your ribs softly as he leans down to kiss your neck. You let out a happy giggle, pushing at his hands without much force. You let yourself enjoy the feeling of his mouth, melting under his touch in a puddle of warm goo. His hands trail down your sides to the bottom of your shirt. He grips the edge of it and sits back on his calves so he can pull it up and off of you. You sit up a little and let him strip you, tossing it to the side. The cool air hits your chest giving you goosebumps again. As you lay back again, his fingers have already slipped into the waistband of your panties. You let out an accidental laugh.

“You’re so eager Angel,” you say, teasing him. He looks at you and grins, giving you a wink. You bite your lip and tilt your head down to watch him. You decide to be proactive and lift your hips for him. He makes an approving noise as he tugs them down your legs, again tossing them aside carelessly. Aziraphale runs his hands appreciatively over your soft thighs and up your belly. You whimper at the feeling of his warm hands. He smiles at you lovingly and leans forward to nuzzle at the space between your breasts. You feel a sharp pinch, like being stung by a bee and you know he’s sucking a love bite into the skin there. You let out a yelp at the sensation of teeth as your hands shoot up to tangle into his soft, white curls.

“Oh! Oh-hah that feels so good Angel.” Whining as he shifts his head to the left, sucking a nipple into his mouth. Aziraphale wraps his lips around your perky bud and sucks harshly, tongue flicking up and down. A low moan vibrates in your chest and your back arches up into his touch. You’re starting to sweat as your thighs clench around his hips and he presses his pelvis down into your groin. His covered cock spreading the slick folds of your pussy. He releases your nipple with a pop and gasps sharply at the feeling of your warm pussy rubbing against him. He pushes his hips up, grinding against your clit, sending tingles of pleasure and relief up your spine.

“Azi,” you say, whining. You let the last syllable drag out. He knows you’re starting to feel it as you only use that nickname when you’re in bed.He snickers a little bit, moving his hips slowly, letting his cock drag continuously through your folds and against your clit. It’s soaking his briefs.

“Hmm? Is your pretty pussy feeling good my sweet girl?” he whispers, in a way that sounds like he’s teasing but it’s wrapped in a loving tone. Aziraphale doesn’t usually speak so filthily, at least not outside of the bedroom. He pushes through the embarrassment each time because it turns him on so much seeing your sweet reactions to his words.

“Yes! Yes, S’good Azi, want you inside Angel.” Crying out to him, you dig your nails into his forearms. Heavens, that really sets him off. He knows his cock is flushed and hard as steel. He can feel the throb of heated arousal in his groin and how his briefs are sticking lewdly to his leaking tip. He groans your name and leans down to kiss at your collarbone. The feeling makes your eyes flutter closed, tilting your jaw up as you lose yourself in him.

“Well, for hells sake, don’t you two just make the loveliest picture. Couldn’t wait for me to get home huh?” A smooth voice purrs from the open doorway of their room. You and Aziraphale immediately freeze in place at the sound of his voice, breaking apart as you shoot up to sit straight up in the bed and the Angel turns on his knees to face the demon. Crowley flips on the switch to the low light of their room, bathing them all in soft, warm light.

Both of your faces light up like the sun as you recognize the voice belonging to the red head and you’re both scrambling off the bed and shooting towards Crowley. Your foot almost getting caught in the blanket as you tumble off the bed. The demon laughs happily as the two of you wrap your arms around his waist, sandwiching him in between you and the Angel. You not caring you’re completely naked and Aziraphale not caring he’s sporting a raging boner that’s poking Crowley straight in the thigh.

“Miss me did we?” Crowley teases in a smooth voice, as he lets himself be squished, absolutely loving it. Sounding like a cat who doesn’t want to admit he wants affection. The two of them release him as they all smile happily.

“We missed you so much love, I didn’t think you’d be home tonight,” you say, voice full of love, excited now that you are all three together. Crowley slips his glasses off and walks to place them on the side table, shrugging off his jacket and toeing off his shoes.

“I wasn’t sure I’d be home tonight either but I couldn’t stand being away for much longer,” he replies, with a smirk.

“Yeah, that’s what Azi said too,” you comment offhandedly, in a joyful tone of voice. You move to sit on the edge of the bed and Aziraphale walks closer to Crowley, getting in his space. Crowleys eyebrows raise up at the nickname as he looks at you briefly before making eye contact with the smug looking Angel.

“Azi huh? Just how good was the Angel making you feel, you pretty little demon,” he says, with a smirk, knowing you only call the Angel that when you’re in bed, when you’re getting all needy and whiny. When you start to feel so good your words slur and you beg the Angel to pound you. Your cheeks turn a bright pink at his words. Aziraphale speaks before you can.

“Oh dear, I was just getting a little bit of a taste of our girl before you came home. I thought you’d enjoy a bit of a feast when you got here. I had a feeling you’d be home late like this…wanting a late night snack my love,” the Angel says, in a teasing voice, sounding ridiculously seductive. Crowley grins wickedly in return and leans down in Aziraphales face.

“You’re such a good Angel,” Crowley coos, as he leans closer and presses his lips against the Angels. Aziraphale sighs happily and wraps his arms around Crowleys neck, melting into the kiss as their lips move together sensually.

You wiggle where you sit on the edge of the bed, belly heating dangerously as the atmosphere between the three of you charges significantly. Crowley fitting seamlessly into the situation, like he was never even gone. Watching the two of them together is bewitching. The way their lips meet and move together with a slick noise. Crowley tugging Aziraphale forward by his hips. Seeing flashes of their tongues disappear in each others mouths. Your pussy throbs repeatedly and you can’t help but let out a whine, wanting their attention. They break from the kiss but not their position, still glued together. Both of them turning their heads to look at you, faces looking way too smug.

“Feeling left out my love? You’re such a needy little demon.” Teasing you, Aziraphale breaks away from his embrace with Crowley. He walks towards you and stops a few inches away from your spread thighs. You nod and bite your bottom lip. You maintain eye contact with Aziraphale as he hooks his thumbs into his briefs and slowly pushes them down his hips. You then watch as his cock bobs free when the waistband of his briefs catches on it. He pushes the underwear the rest of the way off. You can’t keep your eyes away from his pretty pink cock. Thick, but not too long. You reach out a hand to wrap your fingers around his dick but he grabs your wrist. “Not yet my dear. Let’s wait for Crowley okay?” he says, softly, eyes sparkling with amusement at your eagerness. Your lips turn into a small pout and you nod reluctantly as your eyes glance over to see what the demon is doing.

Crowley took advantage of you being distracted and had busied himself with shedding his clothes, leaving him in his briefs and black tee currently. You bite the inside of your lip while you run your eyes over his lanky figure. You notice the Angel so the same. Crowleys lips tug into a one sided smirk.

“Love,” the Angel calls out, gently, to get your attention. You look up at him once again. “Why don’t we get a better view of our gorgeous boy huh?” he says.

“What do you have in mind?” you question, curiously, wondering what’s running through the Angels brain. He pointedly says nothing as he gets on the bed next to you and crawls to the headboard. He props up a couple pillows against the frame and he turns to lay his back against them, letting his legs fall open as he plants his feet.

“Come sit in my lap love, let’s enjoy a show and watch Crowley get undressed,” Aziraphale says, with a sly smile. Your belly flips eagerly as you nod excitedly and quickly move up the bed. You turn around as well and sit in between his legs. You rest your back against his chest as you recline, you can feel his heart beating steadily. Aziraphale maneuvers you until each of your thighs are resting on the outside of his, spreading your legs and pussy open. He wraps his arms around your waist as you watch Crowley move to the end of the bed, standing by the edge. His eyes roam your spread body. As his serpent eyes make their way to your cunt, he licks his bottom lip, forked tongue flicking out, and he palms his dick through his underwear.

“C’mon Crowley, we wanna see you get naked,” you say, feeling amused. You feel the Angels soft breath on your neck as he chuckles. Crowleys head tilts back as he laughs.

“Eager for me?” he jokes. You both nod and Aziraphale squeezes your waist again and rests the side of his face against yours.

“Yes dear, we’ve missed seeing your body,” Aziraphale says, eagerly. Crowley wiggles his eyebrows and he reaches for the bottom of his shirt and in one movement pulls it off, letting it drop on the ground. You both cheer softly. Crowley laughs and hooks his fingers into his waistband, lingering. “Doesn’t our dear boy look so..enticing?” The Angel whispers in your ear. You shiver and nod. The Angel trails one hand from your waist down your belly slowly. He brushes his fingers through the curly hair on your mound. Your heart rate picks up and you feel liquid heat in your belly as he softly places his pointer and middle finger on your clit. You inhale sharply, legs flexing around the outside of his thighs. Crowley watches the movements of his Angels hand and he bites his bottom lip. You see Crowleys cock fill out completely in his briefs as the Angel starts to rub slow, tiny circles into your clit. You feel Aziraphales cock start to harden again against your back. Your head falls back onto his shoulder and you moan loudly as pleasure smolders through you, straining to keep your eyes open and on Crowley. “Ah, that’s a good girl, keep those pretty eyes on Crowley love,” Aziraphale praises, moving his fingers a little faster. You began to breathe a little heavier, wiggling slightly and Crowley can’t wait anymore. He pushes his briefs off and steps out of them.

You’re letting out soft sounds of pleasure and you reach out a hand for Crowley, making a grabby motion at him. He smiles and makes his way up to you both before sitting on his haunches. He grabs your hand and squeezes your fingers before letting your hand rest against your belly. He makes eye contact with Aziraphale briefly as you watch them have some sort of mental conversation, before Crowley smirks. The Angel slows his fingers down and you make a protesting noise. He stops and slips a finger up and down through your folds, covering it in slick before pulling it away. You cry out, whimpering his nickname. He giggles and whispers in your ear.

“What do you want my pretty little doll?” Shifting in place, you flex your open legs briefly.

“I- I want his mouth,” you mumble softly, eyes glued to the demons lips. You’d been thinking about Crowley eating you out for a week now. It being the star of many of your recent dreams. The other two snicker.

“I can’t hear you dear, can’t you speak up,” Aziraphale says, in a bit of a condescending tone, teasing you and kissing the side of your neck. You burn with embarrassment, but it just turns you on even more.

“Such a whiny little demon, can’t even tell us what she wants. Angel, I think she wants me to eat her pussy.” Crowley grins, letting his tongue flick out again. You feel the Angels dick twitch against your lower back at the words. He loves watching Crowley eat you out.

“Oh yeah?” he giggles. “Do you want Crowley to eat your pretty little pussy love?” You groan loudly, feeling so unbelievably turned on by the filth that leaves their mouths. Aziraphale holds onto your hips and makes a tsk sound, like he’s disappointed before he speaks. “Now my dear, use your words. Tell Crowley you want him to use his wicked mouth to eat your pussy.” Crowley rubs a hand soothingly up and down your thigh.

“Yeah sweetheart, tell me you hearts desire,” Crowley teases, trailing a finger down the crease between your wet heat and your thigh.

“Fuckk, Crowley please, I want you to eat my pussy,” you say with a whine, feeling too hot in your skin, legs tingling from where they’re stretched open. You hear Aziraphale inhale sharply as the words leave your mouth. Crowleys smile can only be described as hungry. He moves onto his belly in between your thighs in a way that can only be described as a slither. Your breath catches as his face gets close to your pussy.

“Good job sweetheart,” he says, breath fanning over your clit. Your hips twitch upwards involuntarily in response. Aziraphale rests his chin on your shoulder and looks down to enjoy the view. Crowley keeps eye contact with you both as he closes the distance and his tongue pokes out to slide between your folds and up to your clit. He licks stripes into your clit, swirling his tongue in a circle.

“Fuck! Crowley, oh god!” you choke out, moaning lowly as swirls his tongue leisurely. Your hands shoot out to tangle in his red hair, tugging tightly. His eyes flutter for a second and he moans against your pussy. You and Aziraphale watch the demon with undivided attention.

“Heavens, this is beautiful. You’re such a good girl, letting Crowley eat your pussy.” Aziraphale says, voice breathless. His arms tighten around your waist and you feel his dick throb. Crowley wraps his lips around your clit and sucks gently, flicking his forked tongue at the same time. Your thighs tense against Aziraphales, wanting to close around the demons head. Your eyes squeeze shut as your head falls back onto the Angels shoulder. A wail tears from your chest.

Crowley digs his nails into your thighs and he starts to make out with your pussy. He rolls your swollen clit over and over between his lips, using his tongue to help push you closer to the edge. Your slick and his saliva coating his lips. You can feel it drip down to your arse and onto the bed. You feel Aziraphales fingers grip your jaw, squeezing and tugging your chin so your head tilts down to watch Crowley.

“Eyes open, my dear. Be good,” Aziraphale coos. You start to pant and force your eyes open to watch the demon devour you. Crowley takes one hand off your thigh and brings it close to your pussy, dragging it through your folds as he sucks on your clit again. He rubs the flat of his tongue up and down your clit in a steady rhythm.You jolt in slight surprise as you feel a miraculously lube covered finger rub circles over your arse hole for a moment, trying to loosen you up.

“S-shit Crowley!” you say, shakily as his finger just glides into your hole smoothly all the way to his last knuckle. The demon sucks gently on your clit to help ease the ache. The Angel brings his hands up to grip your breasts, after letting go of your jaw.

“You think you can take both of us tonight my love?” Aziraphale asks, gently and noses at your jaw. You nod quickly, arse tightening around Crowleys finger and he pops off your pussy for a moment, starting to pump his finger and kissing your clit once more shortly.

“Oh, she likes that Angel,” Crowley purrs, before quickly pulling his finger back and adding a second. He presses them in gently past your rim, then all the way in. You moan at the familiar uncomfortable sensation of you arse stretching to fit his fingers, insides throbbing dully.

“I know she does,” the Angel giggles. Aziraphale brings one hand off your breasts back down to rub circles into your clit again, using the saliva left from Crowleys tongue to make his fingers move smoother. You cry out his name and your hands grip his forearms harshly.

“Azi! Yeah-yes, want you both, need you both at the same time!” The other two moan in unison.

“Fuck, okay, yes, let me stretch you a little bit more okay doll?” Crowley rumbles, Aziraphale moves his fingers a bit quicker on your clit and your pussy clenches around nothing as your tight heat squeezes Crowleys fingers. Aziraphale takes his fingers off your clit and grips your breasts again, pinching your nipples between his fingers. He sucks bites into your shoulder, letting you enjoy the feeling of Crowleys fingers in your arse. You sigh in relief, clit getting sensitive and moan at the feeling of fullness. The burning ache, dulling to a pleasurable tingle. The demon focuses on stretching you open for a few more moments. You feel your back start to stick to Aziraphales chest, feeling him nuzzle into the back of your neck, holding your waist again. The demon adds a third finger, spreading them in the process.

“Crowley,” you moan, softly.

“What is it my sweet little demon?” he asks, looking up at you.

“I’m ready, please, no more,” you say, breathily.

“You ready Angel?” Crowley asks Aziraphale, knowing the Angel is brimming with anticipation.

“Yes my dear, I want to be inside of her so badly,” he responds eagerly, thrusting his hips slightly, rubbing his dick up against your back. You feel the discomfort of Crowley slipping his fingers free and you whimper. Crowley sits up on his knees and smiles widely. You reach your hands up to grip his cheeks, pulling him forward into a kiss, realizing you hadn’t had the chance yet. He hums softly against your lips and you kiss sweetly, his lips feeling like coming home. It only lasts a brief moment, all three of you too worked up to wait longer. Aziraphale unwinds his arms, releasing your legs and sneaks out from behind you. He sits at your side and Crowley in front of you.

“Doll, how do you want us this time?” Crowley asks, caressing your cheek with his hand. You look between the two of them and your cheeks heat up. Aziraphale is a little bit thicker then Crowley, meaning he’ll stretch your arse out more, which could be uncomfortable. On the other hand you haven’t seen Crowley in a week and want to be face to face with him, feeling his dick stretch your pussy. They wait patiently for your answer. Each of them with a hand around their cocks, aching for relief.

“I think, I think I want Crowley to be in my pussy this time,” you say, as your blush travels to your chest, feeling a little guilty. Aziraphale notices the guilty look on your face and he leans close to press a kiss to your cheek. He leans back and looks into your eyes.

“Love, don’t feel guilty, there’s nothing to feel bad about. You know I love being inside of your tight little arse.” Grinning, he backs off again. You giggle lightly. Crowley smiles at you both and moves to lay on his back on the bed. He bends his knees and plants his feet.

“Well then pretty girl, come sit on my dick,” Crowley remarks, looking all too happy with himself. You roll your eyes playfully and move to straddle his lap. You feel the heat of the Angels chest on your back as he settles between Crowleys legs.

“Azi, will you help me?” Without turning your head you speak to Aziraphale and you watch Crowleys cock jump as you speak. You wink at him. He sticks his tongue out at you with a little hiss. Aziraphale moans into the skin of your shoulder.

“Heavens love, you’re gonna make me cum before I even get inside of you,” he replies, he grips your hips guiding you to lift onto your knees. You obey and stay still as one of his hands snakes under you to grab onto Crowleys leaking, hard cock. You both hear the demon let out a hiss. Aziraphale lines up Crowleys cock with your soaking pussy. Aziraphale teases you both by rubbing Crowleys tip through your folds, spreading them gently and you both whine, you dig your nails into the demons chest. You hear the Angel laugh before he lets the demons cock catch on your pussy and he tugs your hip, pulling you down onto Crowleys cock. When you start to feel the delicious stretch of the demon, Aziraphale stills your descent.

“Wait love.” Scooting back the Angel gets a better view of you two.

“Angel, c’mon stop teasing us, let me inside her pussy,” Crowley all but growls, you make a sound of agreement. Aziraphale laughs brightly, loving to torture you both a bit.

“I just want to be able to see that’s all dearest. You wouldn’t deny me the gorgeous view of you filling her up would you?” he says, voice teasing. Crowley just groans in response. Aziraphale presses a hand to your lower back, tilting you forward a little bit, exposing you more. He grips both of your arse cheeks and spreads them open. “Perfect,” he breathes. “You can let him fill you up now darling,” he says, squeezing both cheeks.

“How lovely of you to let us start having sex Azi,” you say, sarcastically. He hums in response, eyes glued to where you and Crowley connect. You let yourself sink down onto Crowleys cock, letting him stretch your pussy open blissfully. You and the demon cry out simultaneously as you bottom out, sitting fully in his lap. “Crowley, you feel so good, oh god.” Choking on a moan you brace more of your weight on him.

“For fucks sake sweetheart, your pussy always feels so good. You take me so well, yes just like that pretty little thing,” Crowley cooes. You hear the Angel behind you whimper softly at the sight. You feel Aziraphales hands grip your waist as he encourages you to start riding the demon.

“Azi, shit, shit, yes that feels so good,” you cry out, using your thighs to ride Crowley. Every time you move up and down you feel his warm cock drag against the walls of your pussy, creating friction so good you feel heated sparks shoot up through your spine. Crowley talks a big game but now a he’s a moaning, needy mess beneath you, fingers gripping your thighs tight. Aziraphale looks over your shoulder at Crowley as you ride him.

“Oh Crowley, such a pretty mess you make. Her pussy making you feel good dear boy?” he says, voice soothing. Crowley nods and lets out a groan from deep in his chest. All of a sudden there’s hands on your hips, yanking you down onto Crowleys cock, making you sit still in his lap. Your pussy clenches tight around Crowleys cock, and you gasp sharply. The demon curses in return. “My loves, I can not wait any longer. I need to be inside your sweet arse my doll, need to feel my cock caressing Crowleys,” he says, voice trembling, hands smoothing up your back.

“Yes, yes okay Azi, fill me up please, want you both.” Wiggling your hips in the Angels grasp.

“Are you ready dear?” Addressing Crowley quickly, he already has a hand pressing into the middle of your back, forcing you to bend more and you place your hands on either side on Crowleys head, staring into his snake eyes.

“Yes my Angel, please I want to feel you both,” Crowley answers, voice breathy, making steady eye contact with you. “You can do it my sweet little demon, you can take him, we’ve got you,” Crowley coos, framing your face with his hands. You whine and your eyes widen as you feel the head of the Angels thick cock press against your arse. He must’ve miracled more lube onto his cock, because the tip of his dick pops in past your rim easily. You choke on an inhale feeling a flash of stinging pain as he lets you adjust and he rubs your lower back lovingly, while he tries to keep still. Your arse so tight and warm. So slick it’s almost already too overwhelming for him. You let out a strangled whimper, already feeling the burning ache turn up a notch. The two of them whisper sweet nothings to you and massage whatever skin their hands can reach as you take deep breaths.

“Azi, please, move, fuck me,” you almost sob. The sensation pushing the edge of too much.

“Yes dear, doing such a good job, look so pretty taking both of us.” Aziraphale babbles, whispering sweet praises as he slowly fills your arse all the way up, balls pressing against your skin. He waits only a few seconds before pulling his hips back and thrusting forward again smoothly. Aziraphale starts to find a steady rhythm and the pain starts to fade into immense pleasure, making you sigh with relief. Crowley lets out a sound that must’ve been punched out of him as he feels Aziraphales cock start to drag against his through your slick and warm walls.

“Fuck! Angel, your cock feels so good against mine, hah, she’s so damn tight.” Crowley feels white hot pleasure crash over him in waves and his toes curl as he tries to thrust upwards to match a somewhat steady pace with the Angel. Aziraphales head falls back as he lets out a throaty moan.

“Heavens Crowley, you do feel unbelievable.” As they both start to move your arms give out. The sensation of being filled in both holes overwhelming to say the very least. You have to rest your chest against Crowleys and bury your face in his neck. You cry out repeatedly into his skin, letting out little ah’s as they pleasure you. You hold onto the sheets by the demons head with a death grip. He murmurs your name lowly in your ear.

“You’re such a good girl, taking us like I knew could. Your pussy is unbelievable, you love this don’t you sweetheart,” he says, hushed and quiet in your ear. You’re so blissed out you can’t respond right now, just writhing in his hold, trying to gulp down air. Crowley grips your arse tightly while Aziraphale keeps his hands on your hips. Both of them pulling and pushing in and out of you, filling you over and over. They stretch you to your limits as they both move a bit faster, finding a faster rhythm now. Never leaving you without one of their cocks filling you up.

You all listen to the wet smacking sounds of wet skin meeting wet skin lewdly. Aziraphales hooded eyes meet Crowleys and they interlace their fingers together on the left side of your hip, fucking into you almost roughly now. Your belly tightens dangerously, heat warring in your stomach. Your pussy starts to flutter around Crowleys cock and you know Aziraphale can feel it in your arse too. You get the strange pressure in your pelvis that signals you might squirt and your heart races.

“Crowley,” you whine, words pressing against his neck.

“I know sweet girl, I know, you’re about to cum aren’t you?” The demon soothes you while pressing a kiss the the side of your head. He pants in your ear as he works to keep up the rhythm Aziraphale set. Aziraphale’s been listening to the demon whisper into your ear and he bites the inside of his cheek, his heart warming at the sight of the two of you. It makes his cock throb as he locks eyes with Crowley.

“She’s gonna cum Angel,” Crowley warns, Aziraphale taking the chance to brace one hand on your upper back, pushing you down into Crowleys chest. He’s still holding Crowleys hand. He breathes heavily as he moves his hips, fucking into your sweet spot through you arse in long, fast strokes.

“I know my love,” he breaks off, groaning. “I-I’m afraid I’m getting close as well. Her arse is just too tight and with the way you feel against me, I won’t last much longer,” he says, whiny edge to his voice. Crowley nods and wraps his free arm around your waist, hugging you tightly.

“I’ve been trying not to c-cum this whole time,” Crowley replies, breathless laughter ringing out as he fucks up into you harder. Just like that you wrap your arms around the demons neck, wanting to be even closer to him as the coil in your belly releases. The unbearably warm pleasure of your orgasm gushes through your limbs, feeling like warm caramel. Your body tenses as you sob into Crowleys neck. Your pussy and your arse clenching suffocatingly so around the cocks currently working you through your climax.

“Oh, oh, hah, so good, pretty girl, doing such a good job, making me cum with your sweet arse,” the Angel spews, words spilling out of him, unable to stop. His hips stutter before he’s pressed all the way in, balls tightening and he starts to cum, filling your arse with sticky, warm release.

Crowleys able to watch as the Angels face twists with pleasure, eyebrows scrunching and his mouth falling open into an o shape. Cheeks flushed pink as his eyes fall shut. He squeezes the demons fingers and your arse with the other hand.

“You’re both so pretty when you cum, fucks sake, it’s not fair,” Crowleys whines, moving his hips harder as Aziraphale holds you still. You’re only able to relax for a few seconds before they hear you suddenly gasp.

“Azi, Crowley! I’m gonna squirt!” You cry out, tone frantic, feeling panicked as you cum for a second time. You squeeze around them both. Aziraphale cries out at the overstimulation and Crowley throws his head back onto the pillow and moans through his teeth. Your body trembles and you hang onto Crowleys shoulders for dear life and pleasure sparks through you again, only this time the pressure in your pelvis releases and you feel yourself squirt all over the demons belly and pelvis, Aziraphale can feel it on his balls, making him shiver. You let out a muffled scream into Crowleys shoulder.

The feeling of you squirting and watching the Angels face as he cums, it shoves Crowley off the edge. Not push, it brutally shoves him. He lets go of Aziraphales hand and presses his palm to the back of your head, tucking your face into his neck as he starts to cum. His other arm squeezes your waist even tighter.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, oh shit.” Crowley cries out, cumming hard. Harder than he expected and he swears his vision whites out and his ears start ringing as he lazily thrusts his hips upwards. He feels like he’s been bathed in sunlight, blood buzzing. Aziraphale groans through his teeth as he feels Crowleys warm cum through the thin layer separating them, the demons dick throbbing in your pussy.

Your body shakes from the overstimulation where you lay on Crowleys chest. You all take deep breaths as you feel the Angels sweaty forehead on your back. After giving everyone a moment to return to their bodies, Aziraphale pulls out first. He does so slowly, knowing him being in your arse is a big cause of the overwhelming sensations you’re feeling. You whimper softly as his softening dick slips out of you and he flops down on one side of Crowley. You twist your head to look into his blue eyes as Crowley releases you from his iron grip.

“Are you alright my sweet doll?” Aziraphale prods gently, brushing hair off your forehead, as he noticed some of your hair falling out of the bun you put it in earlier. You nod your head.

“Yes, yeah I’m okay, I just feel exhausted.” You smile goofily. He presses a kiss to your forehead and your lips. You hum appreciatively and kiss him in return briefly. You two share a sweet, loving look. You lean back a little so you can look into Crowleys eyes, wanting to check on him.

His cheeks are flushed but his eyes are closed. You and Aziraphale glance at one another and you giggle. Aziraphale props himself up on one elbow to see the demons face. You lean down to kiss each one of Crowleys cheeks and he mumbles incoherently before opening his eyes. “Are you back in the land of living Crowley?” You ask teasingly as you brush your noses together in an intimate gesture, giving the demon butterflies.

“Barely,” he responds with one word, making you and the Angel laugh. Crowley grips the bottoms of your thighs and pulls you up his waist a little bit, letting his cock slip out of you. You wiggle uncomfortably as you feel their releases now start to drip out of both your holes. Not to mention the mess you made of Crowleys belly.

“Can one of you miracle away this mess please?” you request.

“I’ve got it my love,” Aziraphale responds, voice sweet and he waves his hand once, making the mess you all created disappear. You all but purr against Crowleys chest in return.

“Thanks Angel,” you say happily. “Should we make Crowley sleep in the middle tonight?” you ask Aziraphale, who hums thoughtfully in response. Crowley cuts in.

“No no, you two are like heaters, I’ll sweat to death if I sleep in the middle.” You slide off the demons chest and you lay on his other side, feeling sore all over.

“Nope too late, you’re sleeping in the middle, right Angel?” you ask, slipping an arm around his waist, resting your head on his chest. Aziraphale giggles. He sits up to grab the blanket at the foot of the bed and pulls it up covering all three of you. Laying down he wraps his own arm around the demons waist as well, rubbing your forearm softly.

“Crowley you can’t say no, you’ve been gone all week dear. Give us this one thing.” The Angel replies, cheekily. Crowley turns his head to glare at Aziraphale who takes the chance to kiss him, pressing their lips together sweetly. Truthfully, Crowley really can’t say no to either of you.

“Fine! Fine, but only tonight,” Crowley relents, pulling away from the kiss. You use a finger to turn his head by his chin. You kiss the demon as well. Crowley moans softly at the feeling. You pull back and lock eyes with your Angel, who smiles at you both with a look that says he’s in love.

“Come here, kiss me sweet girl,” he whispers. You can’t help but lean over Crowley to kiss Aziraphale just as eagerly.

“Oi, oi! No kissing over me, I don’t have the energy for another round right now.” Crowley says, pouting. You and Aziraphale part, nuzzling noses for a second before each laying back down on your respective sides of Crowley. You all snuggle up closely.

“Welcome home Crowley, I love you both,” you whisper, happily as someone snaps their fingers and the light shuts off, blanketing you all in darkness. You feel the demons arm snake under you and curl around your waist and the Angel tangles your fingers together, letting them rest on Crowleys belly. They both whisper I love you in return. Your heart feels full as you no longer lay in an incomplete bed.

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pink-princess-pussy-pop · 1 year

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Quiet - Rafe x Reader

Req: can you please write a friends to enemies to lovers for rafe cameron?

YESSSSIR

idk if you wanted smut but i wrote it just in case!! enjoy!

Summary: You and Rafe struggle with your true feelings.

Warnings: Language, smut, dom! rafe, gagging,

You arrived on the Cut several years ago, quickly befriended by a girl named Sarah Cameron. Along with Sarah came her brooding older brother, Rafe. Summers in the OBX meant summers spent with Sarah and her family. The more you hung around them, the more you grew fond of them. Sarah, of course, Wheezie, like a little sister to you, Ward and Rose like parents, and Rafe? For some reason, he never felt like a brother to you. There was always something else looming between the two of you.

You classified Rafe as a friend. He would always look out for you like he would Sarah, and he was never mean to you, which you knew Rafe could be.

Summer memories were filled with boat days on My Druthers with the Camerons and sleepovers at Tannyhill. There was never a dull moment when you were with them.

Rafe and his friends would pull pranks on you and Sarah, throwing water balloons at you while laying at the pool, putting salt in your lemonade instead of sugar, typical teenage boy things.

The day they threw you both in the pool changed things between you and Rafe.

...

It was sweltering hot. Too hot. And what better way to cool off than by lying in the shade next to the pool at Tannyhill? You and Sarah had spent the day playing in the pool with Wheezie and were now relaxing in the shade, tired bodies relishing in the escape from the heat.

Soft music was playing and along with the sound of the water, you and Sarah were oblivious to the snickering boys plotting behind you.

"Top you get Sarah, I'll get Y/N, and Kelce, make sure you are in a place to get the video." Rafe's tone was hushed, not wanting to alert you and Sarah. "On the count of three..." He held up his fingers and mouthed,

"One, two, three!" With that, Topper and Rafe charged forward and you and Sarah were taken by surprise. She screamed when Topper's arms wrapped around her, making your head turn to see what was happening. Then, you felt a pair of strong arms around your torso, lifting you in the air. Before you could vocally react, you heard his voice in your ear.

"You're about to get all wet for me."

Fuck.

The next thing you knew, Rafe had thrown you in the pool and you came up sputtering water alongside Sarah.

"Assholes!" She screamed at the boys who were laughing their asses off at the video Kelce had taken.

You, however, were flushed to the core at Rafe's dirty words in your ear. As you trod water, catching your breath, you locked eyes with Rafe.

A rare, genuine smile was gracing his handsome face. The kind where his eyes crinkle at the corners. The kind that always made your heart flutter.

Rafe's smile seemed to grow when he looked into your eyes. As did your admiration for him after that day.

...

Everything seemed to change after that, and not in a good way.

After Sarah became friends with the Pogues, you had too, officially ending any friendship between you and Rafe. And also, the potential of something more.

The time you had spent at Tannyhill was now a distant memory, as you no longer felt comfortable there, due to Rafe's hatred towards you. Your heart still longed for him, and the glimmer of hope for the two of you remained despite you now being a "pogue".

Anytime you saw Rafe on the Cut, you'd duck and cover. You knew what he and his friends were capable of, what they had done to Pope and JJ at the movie not long ago. You didn't want to be the cause of a Pogue Kook war.

When Sarah was shot, your heart broke. You'd known Rafe was struggling with addiction and with his mental health but you didn't think he would shoot his own sister. John B. was quick to remind you that Rafe was the one who shot Sheriff Peterkin, and your heart broke further. You buried your feelings for him deep within your heart, unsure if Rafe would ever be able to redeem himself to you and your friends. And his sister.

But here you are, stuck with Rafe in a small bedroom in Singh's gigantic house. The silence is so loud as you sit on the bed and Rafe paces the length of the room.

You note the differences about him, his buzzed hair, how he has seemed to fill out more, making him impossibly more attractive.

"Listen, if you don't tell Singh where that fuckin' diary thing is, he's gonna kill us both."

"Don't you think I know that, Rafe?" You glare at him from the bed. "I already told you, I don't have it!" He stops in his tracts, his eyes meeting yours.

"I don't believe that for a second, Y/N." His use of your first name makes your blood run cold. You feel so small under his intimidating glare. He begins to walk closer to you. "Now, why don't you make this easier on the both of us and just tell him where it is so we can both get back to our lives," he stops right in front of you, "and never have to speak to each other again."

Your heart sinks at his harsh words but you muster up a look of hatred, hoping it covers the hurt.

You stand from the bed, trying your best to intimidate him, the smirk crossing his face indicating that it was nothing but a pathetic excuse for fear.

"Why are you such an asshole? I have been nothing but kind to you and yet you continue to treat me like shit. We used to be friends Rafe, I liked you. But you ruined that. Not me, you." His eyes widen at your accusations before he smiles again, bending over to match your height.

"When you decided to hang out with the scum of the Earth, is when I decided you were dead to me. You're nothing but a filthy pogue to me, sweetheart. But for right now, I'm all you have, and as much as I hate it, vice-versa."

Your stomach drops at his words. You know he's right.

A sigh escapes your lips as you look away from his dark gaze.

"How do we get out of here?" You plop down on the foot of the bed. Rafe turns away from you, chuckling.

"The only thing I can think of is you telling the fucking truth!"

You yell in reply.

"Shit Rafe! I told you! I don't know where it is. And unless we find a way to escape a different way-" In the blink of an eye Rafe's hand is pressed against your mouth, his eyes gleaming with hate. Your hand wraps around his wrist.

"Shut the fuck up." His head turns to the door, listening for signs of anyone coming towards the door. "Do you want to get us killed faster?" You know he's right.

He turns back to you, looking down at your face, his hand covering your mouth with your fingers around his arm. You blink back up at him and he just stares at you.

"Do you think you can be quiet now?"

Rafe knows he's being condescending but he just can't help it when you are looking at him like that; like you're begging to be fucked. But then you roll your eyes and his hand clamps down harder.

"Watch your attitude sweetheart. I'm being nice right now." He bends down to match your height again, giving you a sweet smile. "I'll ask again. Do you think you can be quiet now?"

You nod, looking at him with wide eyes.

His smile turns into an evil smirk.

"Good girl." His hand pulls away and Rafe turns around, leaving you on the bed to take in his words.

Fuck.

You clamp your thighs together before pushing off of the bed, walking to the window, hoping to catch your breath.

Arms suddenly cage you in, Rafe's strong hands resting on the window sill, causing goosebumps to erupt on your arms.

"Ya' know..." His lips are right next to your ear, words hushed. "I'm interested in how quiet you can be. I think we should test that theory." Your body's reaction to his words is embarrassing but you've always had feelings for Rafe.

"Rafe I-"

"No, you don't get to speak. You gotta be quiet, sweetie." You suck in a breath as his lips connect to your neck. Your hips involuntarily roll into his and you whine. He pulls away. "Did I not make myself clear?" Rafe turns you around, hands pushing your hips into the window sill, pain biting into your lower back. You bring your lip between your teeth as you look into his eyes.

You stay silent, following his orders. Rafe's grin returns and his hands begin to slide up your waist.

His head dips lower, his lips stopping just short of yours, watching as your eyes close in anticipation.

He laughs quietly and your eyes open, glaring at him, embarrassed.

"Oh did you think I was going to kiss you?"

In a moment of confidence, your hands grab his face and pull his lips to yours. His hands grip you tighter, pulling you flush against him. Rafe picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and he sits on the bed.

You pull away to breathe and his lips return to your neck. You can't help the whine that escapes but quickly regret it when Rafe pulls away.

"Do I need to fucking gag you?" You shake your head. "I don't believe you." He flips you over and his hands tug your pants down. You throw your head back, refusing to look at him.

"C'mon, pretty girl. Don't you wanna watch?" You glance down and Rafe is grinning, white-knuckle grip on your lacy underwear. He pulls it down your legs, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

You watch as he climbs over you, your underwear in his hand.

"Open your mouth." Your face flushes, unable to process what is happening, but you obey his orders and Rafe pushes the lace into your mouth. "That should keep you quiet." He smiles again, though this one is more genuine. "Gonna fuck all the pogue right outta you." His hands begin to unbuckle his belt.

All you can do is watch as he reveals himself to you, color draining from your face when you fully see him.

"My eyes are up here, sweetie."

His hands push your legs apart, grinning once again as you look at him with wide eyes. He lines himself up with your entrance before saying,

"What would your friends think if they saw you like this, about to get fucked by me? I wonder what they'll think when you're suddenly a kook again." You try speaking but the fabric muffles it

He pushes into you at that moment, hands gripping your waist. "What's that?" He feigns sympathy. "Sorry, babe. I can't understand you."

Your whines are muffled by the fabric in your mouth. You attempt to remove the fabric, desperate to speak but Rafe is quick to counteract. His fingers wrap around your wrists, bringing your arms over your head in one swift movement with one hand.

"Oh, I don't think so, pretty girl." His hips begin to snap into yours, and the waterfall of moans from your throat is ultimately silenced. Your pitiful attempts to say his name doesn't go unnoticed by him. His grin returns and his tone is so mocking.

"What's that?" His thrusts are fucking relentless. "Fuckin' you so good you can't speak, right." Rafe can't help but watch where your bodies are connected. how your cunt is taking him so well. "You're mine, sweetheart. I hope you enjoyed your time as a pogue because you're never going back." He picks up pace. "You're fucking mine. All mine."

You cannot even form thoughts in your head, too drunk on the feeling of him pushing in and out of you. His lips find your neck and he begins to suck on your pulse point.

Rafe feels your legs begin to shake and grins into your skin.

"You gonna come for me?" He brings his face to meet yours and he takes you in.

Flushed skin, a sheen of sweat across your face, the lace stuffed into your mouth, and the tears welling up in your eyes.

"C'mon, I know you can do it." His free hand slips between your legs to roll your clit between his fingers and the wave of euphoria crashes into you. "Atta girl."

He talks you through it, all while maintaining his pace.

"Mine. All mine."

Rafe finally comes and removes the fabric from your mouth, replacing it with his mouth.

"Say it."

Fuck.

"I'm yours."

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sunnitheapollokid · 2 months

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. * ๑ ❀՞ ,, "who said sunshine and alchemy don't mix?"

varian x sunshine-coded reader! 💌

📫 sunni’s notes : these are my first headcanons & i literally love rapunzel she is literally me no doubt about it!!! anyyyhooo enjoy <3

first meeting!

✧ after var’s villain arc is when you met!

✧ you arrived with rapunzel while meeting her on her adventure expedition to follow the black rocks, you guys clicked instantly.

✧ when varian first saw you, he was reminded of rapunzel so much.

✧ though, you we’re much more flirty & just a tat more energetic.

✧ “YOU WORK ON ALCHEMY?! i’ve always wanted to try it!! but you know.. adventuring.. blah blah blah.”

✧ varian was a little caught off guard of how much of a chatterbox you were, but he’s friends with rapunzel! so…

✧ the dynamic was very much yapper x listener.

best friends!

✧ you two started to grow more as friends when he found you crying at attila’s, stress-eating cupcakes.

✧ “you don’t have to be cheery all the time (nickname). you’re great, being kind.. and—“

✧ “thank you, var.”

✧ varian was always such a nervous wreck.

✧ you were just your charming self!

✧ you two were so close, quirin would just let you in and you’d just come by and barge into his lab at old corona.

✧ varian would lose you around town whenever you’d go together and run some errands, like.. watching a child.

✧ “varian why are you wrapping a balloon on my wrist?”

✧ varian was a night person, and you were more of a morning person.

✧ “(NICKNAME) GET OFF ME IM TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!!”

✧ “ITS 12 IN THE AFTERNOON?!?”

✧ you would drag him to the festivals in corona, even with his 12 projects piling on top of each other.

✧ you’d also teach him some skincare hacks to get rid of the bags under his eyes!

✧ varian however loved how enthusiastic you were and how excited you were about alot of things.

✧ though.. safe to say you were banned from his lab ever since you dropped that vial from fidgeting around.

when he realized he was crushing on you!

✧ he started crushing on you around the time he was really going through it with his sleep schedule.

✧ he was dead on the couch when the door creaked open and he found you bringing him some ham sandwiches and hot chocolate.

✧ you fed him that night and helped him up.

✧ “varian, if you can’t take care of yourself. i will!”

✧ the boy had heart eyes.

when you realized you were crushing on him!

✧ it was one of the karaoke nights of the snuggly duckling!

✧ varian was called to the front and was asked to sing.

✧ and oh my gods.

✧ he sang in such an angelic manner, you were practically lifting from your seat.

✧ in one of the more romantic parts of the song, he looked over at you.

✧ your heart was beating so fast, and boom!

✧ little miss sunshine was crushing.

dating!

✧ well who’s surprised? you asked him out.

✧ poor alchemy boy was so flustered, you could use him to heat up your leftovers.

✧ “you owe me my money eugene.”

✧ obviously rapunzel and eugene betted over you two.

✧ for being the one asked out, he was way more nervous than you.

✧ “i’m sorry (nickname). i wanted this to be perfect for you.”

✧ “you’re perfect.”

✧ you know those hops raps does before kissing eugene at their wedding? you did that before kissing him that night.

✧ from then on, he started calling you nicknames like, sunshine, or darling!

✧ you liked calling him sweetie, or bub!

✧ you’d flirt alot with him, despite dating, and had many pick-up lines up your sleeve.

✧ you’d get caught off guard whenever he’d flirt back, because HE’S ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD AT FLIRTING.

✧ you guys acted like how you were as best friends to be honest! just much more touchy.

✧ speaking of which!

✧ varian’s love language is acts of service and words of affirmation.

✧ yours was more of physical touch and quality time!

✧ and even dating, he gets stiff whenever you’d kiss him or get touchy.

✧ you find it funny.

✧ good ‘ol nonchalant x sunshine.

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thermitetermite · 6 months

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I return from the grave for one night only to post a Helluva Boss AU. Enjoy my delulu AU about a Christmas tree capitalist clown spider demon and his adopted cyborg clown son.

Also there is swearing and mentions of Fizzaroli's accident.

Mammon being a half decent step-dad AU

Mammon hears about Fizz much earlier though the grapevine (Paimon complaining to all royal demons about how his son got rid of all their shit bc of some clown kid)

Interested, he attends a show in disguise.

He finds that Fizz is good. Like, really good! Dollar signs start popping up in his head. Also the little bugger kind of reminds him of himself.

Immediately asks to buy Fizz from Cash Buckzo. He refuses at first because Fizz is his star but with strong negotiating tactics (money and threats) he caves.

Fizz is nervous about leaving his only home behind but is excited to be "adopted" by Mammon! His hero!

It's giving bought by One Direction vibes

At first Mammon was planning to just train him to be a child actor/clown, give him a TV show and pawn him off to someone to actually raise full-time. He wanted to be the convenient step-dad, not a full time parent!

That changed after the first couple nights with Fizz living in his mansion.

It started with Fizz handing him a red balloon horse.

"Alright, not bad kid, but can ya make a balloon unicorn?"

Fizz ran off to attempt to make it. That'll keep him busy for a few hours, guess that meant he could make some calls and... He was back already with the completed unicorn.

"Give me another!"

"Uh, alright ya little bugger, why dontcha make a Quevie?"

This back and forth happened for the next few hours, with Mammon judging the balloon animal, giving a few pointers when he messed up, and Fizz making the next animal he asked for.

Damn, this parenting shit is easy.

It eventually got so late that Fizz fell asleep on the couch trying to complete a kangaroo.

Sighing, Mammon picked Fizz up and carried him to the bedroom he hired someone to decorate. He tucked him into bed and finally after an entire day was able to make a call.

However, the first call he made wasn't to the networking company or his broadcasting station. Instead, it was to Lucifer, his self proclaimed best friend and a successful parent.

"What is it Mammon? Do you have any idea how late it is?"

"Yeah, yeah. I just had a quick question for ya. What do children eat? Cereal? Oats? Ice cream?"

Needless to say, Lucifer had a long talk with Mammon about how to raise a kid, stating it'd be hard work.

After hanging up and going to bed, Mammon had only one thought on his mind. To raise this kid better than any of the other Sins could. His boy would be talk of the town and the best clown in all of Hell.

That first week of parenting went about as well as you'd expect.

Mammon had the approach of being "The fun step-dad" which included eating candy for every meal, teaching him swear words and showing him how to do all the tricks he thought a capable child could do.

(These tricks may or may not have included tax evasion and driving)

Speaking of, Mammon insisted on bringing Fizzaroli everywhere. Including work.

"Mammon, sir, I'm sorry for filing the paperwork for the expansion of LooLoo Land wrong- is that a child?"

"Yeah, this is my boy. Look attem. Ain't he talented!" Cue Fizz hanging off one of his arms. "Whatdya think Fizzie? Should we keep or fire him?"

"Fire!"

"You heard the boy! Off withya, ya bloody cunt!"

"Bloody cunt!"

Mammon would belly laugh whenever Fizzaroli would copy his swearing or accent. When is children swearing NOT funny?

Mammon's definitely the type to have tons of pictures in his wallet of his kid. Fizzaroli does get a TV show, lots of interviews and the spotlight often but whenever someone asks Mammon about him he immediately opens the photo wallet.

(He would kill anyone who even touched it)

Of course he still has some of the Mammon-ness we know, bribing and pushing Fizz to do shows, acts, commercials and more, causing Fizz to start getting overwhelmed.

Then one day Fizz's accident happened (it's a canon event)

Mammon practically broke down Belphagor's door when he got the news Fizz was hurt, demanding his boy get the best treatment in Hell.

Mammon didn't sleep for the entire time Fizz was in that hospital bed, sitting beside him for days at a time just thinking about how he nearly lost him. He couldn't lose him.

When Fizz woke up/was stable, Mammon was there during his emotional moments. When Fizz asked if Mammon would replace him he scoffed.

"Fizzie, why would I replace you? You're in recovery right now. A break. Yer fans are dying to see that Fizzie face when you get outta here. You're more popular and more in demand than ever. You do the recoverin and I'll show you the huge profit we return."

Mammon to English translation: It's stupid to think I'll leave. You'll be able to return to the stage, I'll make sure of it. You'll get better and I'll be here with you.

Fizz eventually recovered but needed limbs so Mammon sent a request (demand) to the best mechanic in Hell, Asmodeus. If anyone could make limbs for his boy it'd be that rooster fuck.

Of course just because Mammon had faith in him didn't mean he wasn't picky in what he delivered.

"Can ya loop your arm like a bendy straw?"

"Uh, no."

"Then it's not good enough for you!"

Mammon practically sent Asmodeus a list of limb adjustments and upgrades that needed to be done every other week. All other times he had Fizzie trying all these different therapies, practicing with his limbs, and occasionally try doing a trick. (Not clown car driving after last time). Eventually he was mostly satisfied with the work and to celebrate "Ozzie not *HONK*-ing up" he started teaching Fizz how to play the guitar.

Cue a bit of a time skip of say 7 years.

Fizz has his hands in nearly every facet of entertainment. News, sports, cooking competitions (which he surprisingly sucked at), and of course comedy. Fizz didn't want to say it but doing so much had him tired, stressed, and anxious. He was doing this for Mammon, the person who gave him everything. He couldn't just let him down. He'd seen what happened to those that failed him. All those people who got fired for mistakes they made. He couldn't fail.

At the same time Mammon wants to get into the robot doll industry. Not sex dolls because he can't stand the thought of his (boy) brand being sold like that. Instead personal assistance robots that have all the features. It can make coffee, teach you yoga, be a parent, etc. but of course he needs the mechanical help of Asmodeus again.

Once again Fizz is taking trips to Lust to oversee the production of the robots. After 2 years of this the robots are completed (a huge financial success) and Fizz asks Mammon if he can stay with Ozzie.

Mammon is surprised but ok with it as long as he visits and does a show every now and again. Especially guest judging the Clown Pageant.

He doesn't realize Fizz and Oz have a thing until the Clown Pageant (his final one in canon)

Once it comes out, oh boy, Mammon goes full demon mode. Shit gets ugly. Mammon goes on his normal rant (minus the "raised you like the son I didn't want" part) and Fizz, unwaivering because he's seen this a million times, retorts back with all the anxiety Mammon caused. The acting and shows. How it weighed on him. How he was so scared of fucking something up and getting kicked out.

"I'd never kick you out! You're the crown jewel of my empire! My runt turned pick of the litta! I made you in my image! If I pushed you hard it was because you could be better! I raised you! You've got my training in your back pocket so I knew you could be a better clown than I ever was! All of this was for you!"

Eventually Mammon breaks down and asks why Asmodeus. He's worried about their relationship considering he's known Asmodeus since the beginning of hell.

"Why do you need to date him when you have my empire! If you need money, we have it! If you need companionship, we can buy it! If you need power we have that too! We built this empire! Your talent brought in a fortune and you've seen how to run the business! If you need your own power or your own space you can have it!"

"I'm not with him for any of those things! I know I have everything else here! But I love him Mammon! He takes care of me. He's kind, sweet, handsome, and supports me even on my roughest days. I love him."

"...he makes you feel safe?"

"Yes."

"He treats you good?"

"He treats me amazingly."

"You love him?"

"With all my heart."

"...ok."

"Ok?"

"I... Respect your decision. I'm going to make it about me but please bear with me. I know I haven't been the best at raising you. I can be overbearing. And clingy. And I pushed you to do a lot of things that were hard or uncomfortable or er... greedy. I haven't been the best influence on your life but I did my best and if I had to I'd do it all over again."

"Mam..."

"Up up up, let me finish ya little shit. You know I have a hard time letting go of things. And I was kidding myself when I thought I'd have ya forever. I forgot how fast ya implings grow up. I thought I could keep ya safe and smilin but I couldn't even do that right. The second most painful thing I experienced in my life was gettin kicked from heaven. The most was seein you in that hospital bed. I've been smotherin ya since. Yer my boy and I wanted better for ya. Thought I could protect ya if I pushed harder. Taught ya more. Did more shit with ya. But in the end you were always gonna have ta leave ta find a life of yer own.

Mammon paused, taking a familiar but heavily deflated remnant of a red horse balloon from under his hat

"I'm at least glad ya took somethin after me. Yer greedy like me and ya landed the best bachelor Hell has ta offer. I... I don't want to let ya go but... Ya need to do this. Live yer life kid, and live it better than me."

The fucking stadium was in tears (me too tbh)

Before Fizz could say anything (he was choking on his words) Mammon extended a card with his sigil on it.

"Remember I'm always here. Please... Call me if ya need me."

Fizz wrapped his robotic limbs around Mammon, bringing him in for a tight hug.

"I love you, Dad."

Mammon cried on that stage, hugging the son he always wanted.

#helluva boss #fizzarolli #fizzaroli helluva boss #fizzmodeus #fizzarozzie #helluva boss mammon #ooc mammon #i just wanted to make a universe where a clown son gets a good clown dad #someone needs to give helluva boss more good father figures #helluva boss asmodeus #sorry Fizzmodeus takes a bit of a back seat

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i-heart-slashers · 1 month

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Asexual reader rejecting the boys advances.

⤷ female reader, human, asexual, no mentions of race or body type.

🩸— this may become a series of ace!reader x lost boys. i'm not sure what kind of ace it will be? i'm thinking polyromantic ace where it's not sexual but is romantic.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

We don't have to take our clothes off by Jermaine Stewart

Under the neon glow of the boardwalk, you sauntered with an air of confidence, the rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore serving as your background music. The atmosphere was alive with laughter and chatter, the vibrant energy infectious as you made your way through the bustling crowd.

You couldn't help but chuckle as the blond rocker, Paul, sauntered up to you with the swagger of a seasoned flirt, introducing himself with a grin.

His enthusiasm was palpable, his steps like a playful dance as he walked backward, narrowly avoiding collisions with passersby. His energy was infectious, reminiscent of a golden retriever eager to make a new friend.

With a mischievous grin, Paul leaned in, his blue eyes sparkling with anticipation. "So, babe, how about it? You and me, a ride on my bike. I promise to hold on tight if you get scared," he teased, practically bouncing excitedly.

You flashed him a coy smile, patting his shoulder as you gracefully sidestepped his invitation. "I'll pass, thanks,". His expression shifted from exuberance to confusion, his excitement deflating like a popped balloon. It seemed he was at a loss for words, stunned by your rejection.

As you continue along the boardwalk, the vibrant lights of the amusement park beckon in the distance, accompanied by the excited screams of thrill-seekers. Ignoring the lingering confusion of Paul behind you, you press on, leaving his bewildered gaze trailing after you.

It wasn't the first time you'd left someone dumbfounded by your response, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. You were accustomed to navigating the dance of rejection, effortlessly sidestepping advances with grace and poise.

Moments later, Paul caught up to you, his easy grin replaced by a more subdued demeanor. "Sorry if I came on too strong," he offered, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. "I just thought… well, you seemed interested."

You offered him a reassuring expression, your tone light and playful. "No worries," you replied casually, smirking at the subtle shift in his demeanor. "I'm just not really into the whole riding-on-the-back-of-motorcycles thing, which really means I-want-in-your-pants. Besides, I've got other plans tonight."

The blond's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Other plans, huh? Mind if I ask what they are?" he inquires, his curiosity evident. With a wink, you leave him to ponder your cryptic response as you continue your solitary journey.

Paul walks over to the guys, almost in shock, as he tells them what just really happened. Marko smirks, patting him on the shoulder mockingly, and then proceeds to push past him to 'show him how it's done.'

As you strolled onward, you couldn't help but reflect on the encounter with Paul. It was a familiar dance, one you'd performed countless times before with both men and women alike. Some people didn't take rejection so well at times.

Immersing yourself in the sights and sounds of the bustling boardwalk, you couldn't shake the feeling that tonight held something different, something unexpected.

Before long, another figure stepped beside you, his presence commanding yet strangely comforting. This guy was shorter than Paul but blond, too. His hair was styled in curls, and he had a baby face that also reminded you of a Greek statue from a museum.

Marko introduced himself with a charming smile and a twinkle in his eye, his enthusiasm almost matching Paul's in its fervor. "Hey there, beautiful. Mind if I join you for a stroll?" he asks with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he bites his thumb in a playful gesture.

You allowed yourself a playful smile, intrigued by Marko's forwardness. "Sure, why not?" you replied with a slight shrug. But as the conversation flowed, you couldn't help but notice a familiar pattern emerging, a relentless pursuit that seemed destined to end in rejection.

As you walk together, Marko tries his best to charm you with compliments and jokes, but his efforts fall flat against your steadfast resolve. Despite his best attempts, you sense his growing frustration as you politely deflect his advances.

Eventually, Marko's facade crumbles, his expression a mixture of confusion and disbelief. "I don't understand," he admits with a shake of his head, his shock shining through. "I've never been turned down like this before."

He was the one in the group who could usually best lure people in. A few times during a lure, he only had to look at a woman once, and she was his, but with you, it was like a reversal.

You offer him a sympathetic smile, patting his arm reassuringly. "Hey, it happens to the best of us," you say gently. But trust me, it's not you. It's something else. I'll see you around, Marko." you reassure him, your words echoing with empathy.

With that, you bid Marko farewell as you continued your journey along the boardwalk, leaving him to contemplate your parting words as you forge ahead. He, too, goes back to the guys with a frown; Paul lets out a wild roar of a laugh when he realizes that Marko has struck out.

Enjoying the salty breeze and the sound of waves crashing against the shore, you soon find yourself approached by another guy. With his dark, mysterious aura and brooding demeanor, he exudes an undeniable magnetism.

"Hey there," he says in a low, husky voice as you draw near. "You look like you could use some company. Would you mind if I joined you?" He questions before introducing himself as Dwayne and also keeps a respectful distance.

This was a far cry from Paul's arm that he had slung over your shoulder and Marko's shoulder-to-shoulder walk.

You smile at his straightforward approach, admiring his confidence but also liking how respectful he was off the bat. "I don't mind at all," you reply, nodding for him to fall into step beside you; this was becoming somewhat of a pattern.

Although these guys were weirdly understanding about being shot down. It's clear they're all very handsome, and even though you don't feel anything sexual towards them, you still have eyes, and somehow, you feel safe with the way they react to being rejected.

As you walk together, Dwayne remains mostly silent, his presence a comforting and calming presence at your side. Occasionally, he'll offer a small smile or a nod in response to something you say, but for the most part, he seems content to simply walk in silence.

Despite his quiet demeanor, you find yourself drawn to him, intrigued by the air of mystery that surrounds him. There also feels like an untold story tugging at you, trying to pull you in like a good book in the middle of a rainstorm.

Then again, it felt that way with Paul and Marko, too.

When you finally come to a stop at the end of the boardwalk, Dwayne turns to face you, his expression unreadable but his eyes understanding. "Thank you for letting me walk with you," he says softly, his dark eyes meeting yours. "It was nice."

You return his smile, feeling a sense of warmth and gratitude wash over you. He hadn't tried to ask you out even though you had a feeling that's what his company was for initially. "Anytime," you reply, giving him an appreciative smile before heading off.

After a few minutes, I feel a chill come over me and let out a small gasp seeing yet another guy walking beside me; this one gives off an aura of 'no fucks', and he was the only one who hadn't asked to walk with you but was doing it anyway.

He simply introduced himself as David, then lit up a cigarette.

As you walk together, no matter how hard he tries to charm you, you remain calm and collected, brushing off every flirtatious comment or suggestive wording. It was like David was firing everything he had in his arsenal, but they bounced off you effortlessly.

With each rejection, David's confidence begins to waver, his facade of cockiness slowly crumbling away to reveal a hint of vulnerable confusion beneath. It's clear that he's not used to being turned down, especially by someone as captivating as yourself.

Eventually, David stops abruptly, his expression a mixture of frustration and admiration. "You're something else, you know that?" he says, shaking his head in disbelief. "I've never met anyone like you before."

You smile at his words, feeling a sense of pride swell within you. "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me," you reply with a soft smile. You realize it's a sad but true statement, but you handle the situation graciously and tactfully.

Offering him a sympathetic smile as you bid him farewell, seeing the other guys standing together not too far away, watching with rapt interest. "Don't take it personally. It's a me thing," you say to David with a slight shrug, as his cool blue eyes can only watch as you continue on your way.

As the night wears on, the Lost Boys find themselves gathered around a crackling campfire, the warm glow casting flickering shadows across their blood-smeared faces. Despite their best efforts, none of them have been able to sway you with their charms, and they can't help but feel a mixture of frustration and disbelief.

"So let me get this straight," Paul says, his brow furrowed in confusion. "None of us were able to win her over? Not even a little?"

David shakes his head, a bemused smile playing at the corners of his lips. "It seems that way," he replies, his tone laced with amusement.

Marko sighs frustratedly, running a hand through his tousled hair. "I still can't believe it," he mutters, his expression mixed with disbelief and admiration. "We've never met anyone like her before."

Dwayne remains silent, his dark eyes twinkling with a knowing glint as he observes the scene unfolding before him.

David breaks the tension with a grin, his confidence undiminished. "Well, boys," he declares, his voice ringing out with a hint of admiration. "I think it's safe to say we've met our match. And what a match she is."

With a collective nod of agreement, the Lost Boys dispersed into the night, their spirits lifted by the thrill of the chase, even if it ended in defeat.

#the lost boys #reader insert #x reader #lost boys #lost boys david #dwayne lost boys #paul lost boys #lost boys marko #slashers #female reader #asexual #asexuality #ace pride #lgbtqia #lgbtq

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turvi · 2 years

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Like Mother, Like Son

Severus Snape x Fem! Reader

Summary: A slice of life in the life of Severus Snape.

A/N: I had this inspiration after watching Modern Family. So hi five who watches it.

Severus had two lovely children. Clementine and Aiden. Their names suited well to their personalities. While Clementine has taken after Severus, Aiden has taken after his mother and while he loves his children to the core the latter can be a bit chaotic. Like his mother.

"Hey" Y/n climbed down the stairs to find Severus and Clementine sitting in front of the fireplace enjoying the morning peace. "Good morning, what are you reading Clem?"

Clementine gave her a warm smile "Good Morning Mother, I am reading Nancy Drew"

"Hmm are you enjoying it"

"Yes, mama thank you so much for gifting me this book I love it so much."Y/n gave her a loving smile.

Severus couldn't help but blush. She looked as lovely as the day they met. She settled herself on the arm of the couch Severus was sitting on.

"Where is my good morning?" he asked her raising his eyebrows.

She giggled as she kissed him promptly on his "Good Morning my love" she said with such love Severus was thankful he was sitting as his knees got weak at her loving voice.

"I am still here" Clementine reminded her eyes still on her book.

"Which reminds me where is our little troublemaker" he smirked at his wife.

"He is not a troublemaker" Y/n gasped. As soon as she finished her sentence the boy in question quickly made himself known.

"Are you sure he was not adopted?" Clementine asked

"GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!" Aidan yelled interrupting Clementine and quickly made his way downstairs.

"Aidan please be careful on the stairs you will get hurt," Severus said sternly giving a look to Y/n "See what I meant?"

"Sorry Papa" he quickly settled himself on Severus' other lap and gave a kiss on his cheek.

"Aww see he is so adorable and tell Papa how you are becoming responsible" Y/n cooed as Aidan preened

"Papa today I made my own bed," Aiden said with such a big smile that Severus had to bite his cheek to let his smile spread.

Aidan quickly got up from Severus' lap and ran towards his room.

"Careful on the steps" Severus reminded him.

Y/n couldn't stop looking at her husband she always knew he would make a great father and while she accepts they can be a handful he has always been patient with them. Severus starts blushing once he realizes Y/n's gaze on him

"You are staring at me" he smirked watching Y/n blush at his words

"I am just happy at the fact that you are happy" she softly smiled at him.

He caressed her back gently "I am," he said smiling lovingly at her.

"Ma I am going to explode some color-filled ballons on neighbors will you join me?" he asked Y/n wide-eyed

"Yes," she replied to him instantly getting. Giggles escape them as they leave their humble abode.

"Huh, I guess that answers my question" Clementine sighed going back to her reading.

"I am glad you took after me" Severus smiles sweetly at his daughter.

"I kind of want to watch them," She said finally closing her book

"Go, the more the merrier" he watched as she left quickly to join her brother and mother.

Severus went to the window to watch Y/n and the children fill the water balloons. Clementine finally decided to join them instead of watching.

Severus is happy with his family forgetting his past was not easy but creating a happy future was what Severus was looking forward to.

#professor snape #snape lives au #severus snape x y/n #severus x you #severus x reader #severus snape x reader #severus snape #pro snape #snapedom #snape fandom #slytherin #harry potter #snape x reader

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 1 year

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Apart

Summary: Nine years ago you broke Javier Peña's heart on Valentines Day. Maybe now you would get a second chance.

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem. reader

Wordcount: 3.3k

Rating: E

Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, fluff, smut (unprotected sex), cockwarming (this is fictional, UTI's do not exist in this universe lmao)

A/N: Discord made me do it 😂 Happy Valentines day @whatsnewalycat 💞 I hope you like it

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The amount of floating heart balloons in pink and red was overwhelming as Javier stepped into the bar. There must have been hundreds of balloons floating against the ceiling of the usually very run down bar.

“What the fuck?” he cursed under his breath. He felt someone slap him on his shoulder, turning his head to see Steve grinning at him.

“Happy Valentine‘s Partner,” he winked and Javier sighed as he brought a hand up, his fingers rubbing over his forehead in frustration.

“I’m gonna go home,” Javier announced and Steve rolled his eyes.

It had been a long day at the embassy. He felt stuck in this war against Escobar, seemingly nothing they were doing getting them closer to the man who was ruining so many lives.

Javier’s included.

Being surrounded by people making heart eyes at each other was not how he saw this day end for him

“Come on man, Connie’s here too,” Steve pleaded and Javier rolled his eyes.

“So what, you gonna make me watch you make heart eyes at your wife before you leave me here to get laid?”

Steve laughed before he left Javier standing by the door to make his way deeper into the bar.

It was… a lot.

The Pet Shop boys were blasting from the speakers, heart balloons in every shade of red and pink were floating against the ceiling.

He never really experienced Valentine’s day to this extent. Except that one time that kind of ruined it for him. Not that he was really experiencing it. He wouldn’t be here or even acknowledged the day if it wasn’t for his fucking partner.

Maybe he’d make his way to see if Vanessa had some time for him after his beer. Seeing all these people making heart eyes at each other did start to make him think about how fucking miserable his life was. A blowjob would probably shut those thoughts up.

Connie was already sitting in Steve’s lap when he finally made his way over to the counter. He’d give them 15 minutes max. before they’d leave.

He’d make his way out of here as soon as his beer was empty. He grabbed the bottle that was sled over the counter towards him, thanking the man behind the bar and paying for it immediately.

He turned around so he was leaning with his back against the counter, letting his eyes wander through the room. When did Valentine’s day get that…. Popular?

He remembered his father buying a bigger bouquet of daisies for his mother every valentine’s day. They were her favourite flowers.

Now daisies were blooming on her grave, and Javier was reminded once again of how much he had missed since coming here.

He chose to ignore the one time he did make a fuzz and went all out for a girl to celebrate Valentine’s day.

He sighed, needing to really get out of here when his eyes narrowed at a person sitting in the far corner of the room. A person he hadn’t seen since leaving the states. But it couldn’t be… because you were at home. Probably married by now. But then you turned your head around and looked right at him.

He stilled, blinking his eyes as you kept looking at him just as surprised as he was.

And then you smiled.

And Javier?

Javier was just as fucked as he was when he had seen you nine years ago.

Your honeymoon did turn out better than you thought it would even if it did not look like that in the beginning.

Mostly because you were here on your own and not with your cheating ex-fiancé. The night you found out that he had been sleeping with his secretary for almost six months had not been your favourite night.

But you thankfully found out before you walked down the aisle and ended up being married to him.

The wedding had been called off and you had been able to cancel everything except for the honeymoon you had put great detail in planning for the two of you.

Two weeks in South America did not seem to be the logical or even safe decision when you had planned your honeymoon, but your (ex) fiancé had family in Colombia and you had wanted to surprise him.

And even though you knew travelling as a single woman in a foreign country, especially here, was not safe, you made the decision to travel alone. Checking in with your family daily.

Before you had left, your mother had slipped you an address and phone number in your hand that held a familiar name.

Your mother and Maria Peña had been childhood friends.

So of course you knew Javier Peña.

Even though you had kind of grown up with him, you and your family had moved away when you turned eight and only moved back to Laredo just before you turned 18.

Javier had been 23 at that point and grown into a very handsome young man.

A man you fell in love with head over heels back then before you made one of the biggest mistakes of your life.

Now, many years later you were sitting in a sea of hearts with happy people in love all around you, asking yourself how you got here when your eyes found his.

You knew that he was in Colombia, you even had his address, but how big was the chance of just randomly running into him?

You hadn’t seen him in almost seven years when you left town. The last thing you heard was that he left Lorraine at the altar and took a job offer that would bring him to Colombia to help bring down the drug cartels.

Much like you had fled from him after you ruined the future he wanted to have with you.

You had imagined, dreamed of seeing him again numerous times throughout the years. You wondered if you had made the right decision back then, to leave him. To say no when he asked you to marry him.

But you had been too young. Too… scared to miss out on something you wouldn’t know you had all along once you realised that your fear of losing out made you lose the only man you ever had been truly in love with.

Now you were here in this bar, looking at Javier who had only gotten more handsome and you couldn’t help the smile that came to your lips.

You did not know what to do. You wanted to talk to him, yes, but would he?

Thankfully you did not have enough time to decide before he slowly made his way over to you.

Sucking your bottom lip in, something you always did when you were nervous, you only realised you were holding your breath when he was standing in front of you. The unmistakable scent that was just Javier invading your senses.

“Hey Javi,” you said, your voice just loud enough so he could hear. He blinked at you once, twice, before he shook his head with a huff.

He was wearing a dark shirt tucked into some very fitted jeans, a leather jacket covering his broad shoulders. He looked… He looked good. Very good.

“I really thought I was seeing a ghost for a minute there,” he shook his head with a small smile. Your smile widened, as you got up to stand, unsure on how to greet him.

He just kept looking at you like you would disappear at any moment.

“You… You wanna sit down?” you asked at the same time he asked, “Can I… Can I hug you?”

“Yeah. Yeah you can.”

You were holding Javier’s hand as you walked down the street. He had just taken your hand in his like he always did when you were still together. You weren’t even sure if he noticed it.

You had left the bar five minutes after he sat down next to you, both deciding that it was too loud to catch up. He asked if you were hungry and if you wanted to talk and you had agreed.

It was like no time had passed at all, falling back into the familiarity of being with him. So many times you had wondered how it would be to run back into him.

You wondered if he would hold a grudge, he had every right to it. You had broken Javier Peña’s heart all these years ago, thinking it would be for the best.

It would take you years to figure out that you had made the biggest mistake of your life.

“You’re quiet,” he said and you looked at him. He was watching you, his lips pressed together in a frown.

“It’s… surreal. Running into you after so many years and in Colombia of all places,” you said.

“I’ve been here for years. Did you…”

“I knew you were here. I… Mom even slipped me your address and number. She always thought…” you didn’t finish the sentence. He knew. You knew. Everyone around you knew that your mother thought you had made the biggest mistake when you broke up with Javier.

A part of you wished you had listened to her back then.

But you had lived your life, met a man who you thought you loved, yet it never felt like it did with Javier. Even now, just walking with him felt like you could breathe for the first time in forever.

“I talk to your mom once a month,” he said and you stopped walking.

“You do?” you were surprised. He turned so he was standing in front of you, your hand in his as he nodded.

“Yeah. She always calls sundays around dinner time. Keeping me in the loop of all things going on in Laredo that Dad doesn’t,” he chuckled.

“Is that how she had your address?” you asked. He shook his head.

“Probably from dad. He has it in case…” he didn’t finish the sentence. He looked like the weight of the world was resting on his shoulders and you had your arms wrapped around his body before you could stop yourself, hugging him close. He tensed for a moment before you felt his arms coming around you as he hugged you back.

“Would it be weird to tell you that I missed you?” you mumbled against his chest. You felt him release a long breath.

He didn’t answer you, instead you felt him kiss the top of your head as he hugged you tighter.

—-

Dinner was like no time had passed at all. It was still early in the evening and Javier and you had sat down outside behind the restaurant where hundreds of fairy lights were hung up like a sky full of stars. A candle sat in the middle of the table.

A very romantic set up, but it was Valentine’s day after all.

You talked about everything. About his job and yours. About his family and yours. And it wasn’t awkward. At least not until after dinner.

“A rose for the lady?” your head turned to the man standing next to Javier, a dozen of roses in his arm he was selling.

“She hates roses,” Javier said.

“But you don’t, “ you whispered, searching for some money in your purse to buy a single red rose. The man took the money and gave you a rose, before he turned away and approached the other tables.

Javier was looking at you as you smelled the rose with a sad smile.

His mind went back to the day he bought out almost the whole flower shop to get every single tulip for you. He had the whole day planned out, starting from asking your mother if she would help him set up the backyard, to asking your father for permission to marry you.

He was young back then, but so so in love. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind when he made the decision to ask you if you would marry him. You were it for him.

And then you had broken his heart when you told him that you did not want to marry him, that you felt like you were missing out on something.

Back then he was shattered, angry, confused.

Now that some years had passed he could see that you both had been too young. Yet even with all these years passed he still felt the same about you.

It was why he couldn’t marry Lorraine (apart from the fact that he only asked her to marry him because she had lied about being pregnant and he wanted to do the right thing).

It was why every time he saw a tulip a smile sneaked to his face because they made him think of you. Because even though you hurt him, he never stopped loving you.

“You should hate me,” you said as you stared at the rose.

“I should,” he said and you looked up at him.

“I ruined our life,” you whispered, your bottom lip trembling. You were overwhelmed with what you were feeling as you saw him shake his head.

“We were very young,” he said.

You shook your head.

“You should hate me. I hated myself for a long time. I… I should have talked to you and not just… left head over heels.”

“I love you to much to hate you,” he said and finally a single tear broke free as you looked into his warm eyes so full of… You couldn’t even think of it.

Instead you took a deep breath before you got up from your chair, the rose in your hand as you stopped right in front of him. He looked up at you with confusion as you took his hand before you asked:

“Will you be my Valentine?”

He asked you if you wanted to come home with him and you said yes.

Now you were standing in his hallway as Javi closed and locked the door behind him.

Nervous, with a billion butterflies in your belly you looked at him as he turned around. He just looked at you for a while before he took his jacket off and let it fall to the ground.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said and you nodded as he took those couple steps to close the distance between the two of you, his hands framing your face as his lips found yours.

The last time you kissed Javier Peña was more than seven years ago. And all the feelings you suppressed since then were back with the touch of his lips against yours. Slowly he walked you backwards until your back was against the wall. You pulled your arms around his back, your fingers digging into his back as you parted your lips for him so he could deepen the kiss.

You moaned softly as his tongue played with yours, one of his hands letting go of your face to run down your body.

Closing your eyes you gasped for air as your lips parted and his lips kissed down your jaw, his moustache rubbing over your skin.

“I want you,” he mumbled.

“Then take me,” you hummed.

Javier had fucked plenty of women in his life.

But he only ever had made love to you.

He stared down at you, spread out naked on his bed as you looked up at him with bright eyes and a teasing smile. He was overwhelmed by how much he had missed you.

Yes he should hate you, you were right. But how could he hate you when it was so fucking hard to stop loving you? And he had tried, yet every woman he only attempted to have more than a one night stand with had to live up to you.

That was why he shut his feelings off when he came to Colombia.

And it had taken you minutes to tear down his walls.

He could only hope you would not make him regret it.

“Come here. I wanna feel you…” you whispered. Javier got out of his clothes, carelessly letting them fall on the floor before he kneeled on the bed. You spread your legs and opened your arms and he went down willingly, resting his weight on his elbows next to your head as he kissed you softly. You hummed against his lips, moaning as you felt his weight on top for you, your legs crossing behind him to get him closer, caging him against your body.

You never wanted to let go of him.

Reaching one hand between your bodies you closed your palm around his cock. He groaned, parting from your lips, to rest his forehead against yours, his eyes closed.

“I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” he mumbled as you started to slowly pump his cock.

“As long as you’re inside of me, I don’t care. I wanna feel you…” you breathed.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

“Missed you so fucking much. Made the biggest mistake of my life not saying yes…” you whispered and he opened his eyes to look at you.

“Missed you too,” he kissed you again. He felt you move your hips beneath him.

“No baby… Let me go down on you. You’re not ready…” he shook his head.

“Don’t care. Want you. Just go slow…” you ran your other hand through his hair as you looked up at him.

His hand replaced yours on his cock.

“I have condoms in my bedside table…” he said.

“I’m on birth control. If you’re safe, I trust you,” you said and Javier nodded, sliding the tip of his cock through your wet folds.

Slowly he pushed inside of you, making you feel every single inch as he slipped inside. He was looking down at you as you bit your lip, closing your eyes only briefly before you opened them again.

He was still pushing inside of you when you pulled him closer and crashed his lips down on yours, the last inches of his cock filling you in one stroke, making you both moan against each other's lips.

He kissed you deeply, one of his hands sneaking behind your neck to hold you before he began to move. Slowly thrusting into you, his lips only leaving yours to kiss down your jaw and your neck.

He was so close, literally inside of you, yet you wanted more. How could you let this man go all these years ago?

“Don’t,” he said and you blinked at him as he dragged his cock inside of you deeply.

“Stop thinking,” he said.

“Make me,” you almost begged, tears lingering in your eyes.

He pecked your lips before he sat himself up on his knees, his hand grabbing your thighs to pull you closer, fucking you harder.

“Fuck!” you cried out, your hands playing with your breasts as he pumped his cock into you.

“Gonna need you to cum. I’m so fucking close…” he groaned. You brought one hand between your legs, feeling his cock enter you before you began to play with your clit.

“Harder,” you moaned and he grunted as he shifted his weight, pressing your knees against your chest, almost folding you in half as he fucked you into the mattress, using his whole weight as leverage.

“Yes… Fuck… Just like that….” you moaned.

“Shit you feel so good. So warm…” he groaned.

“Cum for me Javi. Cum inside me,” you whimpered, rubbing your clit, your legs starting to shake.

“Fuck….” he groaned, thrusting a half dozen of times before you felt him spill inside of you, fucking his cum into you as you came around his cock with a cry of his name.

Out of breath he stilled inside of you, slowly sitting himself up so you could spread your legs back on the bed again. He just looked at you, his cock still inside of you, before he leaned down and kissed you.

You fell asleep like that.

With his cock and cum still inside of you, and Javier’s head resting between your breasts.

And exactly a year later, on the next Valentine’s day you asked him to marry you.

And he said yes.

#my fic #Javier Peña x fem. reader #Javier Peña #Pedro pascal #fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic

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stevie-petey · 4 months

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speaking of jon, can we get a blurb of how he was feeling when bug fell at the house and almost died by the demogorgon? i know that guy was close to tears

YES YES YES I CAN ABSOLUTELY DO THIS BLURB ANON

enjoy <3

"bug-" one second you're beside jonathan, the next you're on the ground, clutching your ankle. when jonathan realizes this, he feels the world stop. "bug!"

he starts to scream, tries to go and help you up, but a hand grabs at his jacket, stopping him. jonathan, blind with fear and rage, screams at the person holding him back. "no, let go of me! i have to help her, nancy!"

the monster stalks closer to you, and jonathan watches as you try to stand up but only fall back down. youre in pain. he can see it all over your face, the way you scrunch your eyebrows together as your lips quiver.

he has to help you.

jonathan cannot let you die.

youre the only person who puts up with his bullshit, who can take his shitty days and make them into his favorite days. youre his best friend, the first person who ever paid any attention to him. hes based everything about himself around you. his kindness is an extension of yours, his intellect is a result of yours, his humor a connection of you.

but youre on the ground in pain and nancy is holding jonathan back and the monster is inches away from your face.

even if jonathan breaks free from nancys grasp now, he'll never make it in time. you seem to know this too, and jonathan watches as you nod at nancy, accepting your fate as if this makes any of this okay, and jonathan just wants you back in his arms where nothing can ever hurt you ever again.

he loses his voice, screaming your name repeatedly. he cant do anything. he cant fucking do anything.

all jonathan can do is watch as you brace for your own death, the death that he caused. jonathan byers, the boy born from selfishness and greed, is what kills y/n henderson in the end.

the monster bends down, gets ready to lunge, and jonathan forces himself to look away. he cant watch. sobs wrack his body, he thinks hes about to die alongside you.

then, in a flash, steve harrington has his arms wrapped around you and carries you towards jonathan and nancy.

the second he sets you down, jonathans body collides against yours. his hands are everywhere. they sprawl all over your back, your sides, your head, your arms. every part of you that he can touch, jonathan does.

youre alive.

"bug." the nickname falls like a prayer from his lips. jonathan has never believed in a god, but he does believe in threads attaching everyone to each other.

and his thread connecting to you hasnt been severed yet.

your fingers find their way to jonathans hair and you tell him its okay. you soothe him and jonathan only then realizes that hes shaking. your body heat presses against him, a reminder that youre alive, and jonathans head buzzes with concern.

"did it hurt you, are you bleeding?" jonathans hands continue to run all over your body, if he misses any sign of injury then he'll never forgive himself. "there should be a first aid kit-"

you grab his hands and kiss jonathans knuckles. your lips, so familiar against his skin after years of being soothed this way, settle something within jonathan. the kiss seep into his bones, spreading throughout his body, and slowly hes able to breathe again.

"im fine, just twisted my ankle. if you help me up, im sure i'll be able to stand again."

jonathan helps you up in a heartbeat. you lean against him and he wraps an arm around your waist. youre still here. he has to remind himself of this. youre alive and thats all that matters.

but you almost died tonight.

jonathan had just almost lost you.

your hair is a mess, your shirt us torn and stained with your blood from earlier, and your ankle is the size of a balloon and yet jonathan thinks youve never looked more beautiful.

jonathan doesnt realize hes staring at you until you turn away, your cheeks flushed, and he hates the way his stomach drops. hes made you uncomfortable again, crossed some invisible line, but jonathan is so fucking tired of lines.

what matters is that youre alive.

your hand is in his, and jonathan knows that no matter what happens next, hes never letting go of you ever again.

youre his and hes yours. threads and lines and strings in all.

#ask #anon #m speaks #come home blurb #set in season 1 #m's writing #god i loved this #angst is my specialty

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enchantedchocolatebars · 3 months

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🎂 A Special Surprise! 🎁

Original story

Ao3 version

"Clara" is my wittewife.

The front door begins to open.

"Oh, Clara, I’m home!" A cheerful Caleb announces his arrival as he enters inside his shared cottage home.

He wanted to see his wonderful witch wife and greet her with an elated embrace!

A hug was needed from the woman he loved so dearly after a long day of not seeing her.

But where was she?

He received no answer when he called out her name; only dead silence was met.

Perhaps she was still snoozing away in their bed.

Caleb knew how much Clara cherished her beauty sleep.

It would be best for him to keep his voice low just in case.

He did not wish for her to awaken.

As the blonde began to make his way up the stairs, a very important question suddenly crossed his mind.

Where was Flapjack, or Syrup, for that matter?

He saw neither birdie outside nor inside.

Was he the only person present at home?

Once Caleb was in front of his room door, he reached for the knob and turned it.

Stepping inside, he saw a sight that truly blew his mind.

Something that he hadn't anticipated on seeing.

"SURPRISE!!!" A feminine voice exclaimed with great excitement.

It belonged to none other than Clara, who along with Flapjack and Syrup popped up from below the lukewarm floorboards as a ‘Happy Birthday, Caleb!’ banner unfurled from the ceiling amid a shower of confetti and balloons.

Flapjack flies over to his owner and promptly places a party hat on his head.

Syrup swoops in with a small present box in her beak, gently letting it fall into Caleb’s palm when he opened it.

"Happy birthday, my love!" The bubbly Clawthrone beamed, heading over to her husband and placing a sweet peck on his cheek.

Caleb was still surprised by the unexpected birthday bash, but he smiled nonetheless at the hat, present, and affection given to him.

"How’d you know today was my birthday?" he questioned playfully to his wife.

"Because," Clara began with a light giggle before continuing. "I asked you earlier when you were born, and you told me today! I’ve been planning and preparing ever since!" she gleefully explained.

The brunette then pulls from behind her back an eight-layer cake on a dish that looks to have three different kinds of frosting and is topped with candles.

"We have cake!" she proudly proclaims before gesturing at her and Caleb’s bed, which was packed with presents. "Presents! Aaaannnnd…" Lastly, she gestures at the eyeball pinata that was hanging from a rope on the ceiling. "ENTERTAINMENT!" Clara grins wildly.

Her gracious grin and exciteable pose still remained despite the pinata awkwardly falling down from the rope.

Caleb couldn’t resist chuckling softly at this.

His eclair was truly adorable, the cutest cutie to ever cute, not to mention very sweet.

"Soooo, what do you think? Ready to get this party started, birthday boy?" Clara asked, eagerly anticipating her husband’s response.

Truth be told, Caleb didn’t celebrate birthdays at all.

Such celebrations were not part of Puritan culture, yet at the same time...

'Look at that smile,' Caleb told himself.

He had no desire to see it disappear.

It was evident that Clara had put her whole heart and soul into this party.

The more he looked at her, the more he saw her passion radiating from her eyes.

It reminded him a lot of his own.

Caleb smiles softly and nods to her. "Ready," he said.

This event would be a lasting memory for him.

...

Clara: (To Caleb) My love, I feel like this party is missing someone, but I don’t know who. Hmm… (Her eyes light up as she emits a small gasp.) Oh, I know who! Your brother! Let’s go get him!

Caleb: (He sees Clara about to bolt out of the door and is quick to stand in front of it, blocking the entrance while holding out his hands horizontally. He is well-versed in how his brother would react if he saw this.) Wait! As the birthday boy, I would like to request that I have my party with only you, Flapjack, and Syrup, my love. It's probable that Philip is very busy, and I would hate to bother him.

Clara: … Okay then! (She proceeds to hug him.) Your wish is my command, birthday boy.

Caleb: (He returns the hug to his beloved, breathing a small sigh of relief).

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kinsey3furry300 · 1 year

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My (very late) take on Ricky “Jupe” Park from Nope.

So, when I was a small child, my sister and I were taken to a local museum by my father and it was a wholesome and fun day out for all the family EXEPT FOR THE BADLY TAXIDERMIED WHALE SHARK HANGING FROM THE CEALLING MY GOD WHAT WAS THAT THING?! It was huge, it looked and smelt terrible, the room was poorly lit and crowded and decorated to look like the bottom of the sea and you had this thing with it’s huge open maw hanging right over you all the time. I distinctly remember that I couldn’t look. I could not look. Between the, the ocean episode of walking with dinosaurs, the underwater segment of myst, and fucking books like this that were everywhere in the 90’s!

Fuck you Nigel Marven and Jasper James, Fuck you.

…both me and my sister developed a lifelong fear of being eaten alive by giant, aquatic-type monsters. And because it was advertised and a film about a brother and sister fighting off little green men, and not advertised as a film where 40 people get fucking vored by a flying Portuguese man of war, me and my sister saw Nope together in the cinema and ohhh boy 1, did I catch shit from her about it, to this day, and 2, while I love that film, it scared the shit out of me. It scared me so badly I tried not to think about it until I plucked up the courage to re-watch it this weekend. So I’m a little late to the party, but speaking on behalf of people terrified of being gobbled up by ever-present sky-sharks (you know they’re there prove me wrong!), I’d like to talk about Jupe.

How was this not a best Supporting Actor win? Give him all the awards!

I’ve seen a surprising amount of commentary say that he’s an idiot for endangering and getting all those people killed, and that he deserves his fate, and while there is a little element of truth to the first part, I can’t fathom the second. One, no, no one deserves that and two… Do, do you guys know how story strucure works? Jupe is a foil for OJ. His life and arc mirrors OJ to a surprising degree: they’re both people of colour working in a white-dominated Hollywood system who have been held back by, or are stereotyped because of, their race. They both witness “a bad Miracle” that’s starts with a strange popping/crunching noise (the balloon for Jupe, Jean Jacket regurgitating indigestible items above them for OJ), that results in death, where a seemingly imposable thing happens (a coin falls from an empty sky, a shoe balances perfectly on one end) and where they are spared death because they don’t look the danger in the eye (Jupe has the table cloth between him and the chimp, OJ looks around whereas Ottis senior looks up and so is hit in his unprotected eye), and are traumatized. Both deal with the trauma badly, and surround themselves with constant reminders of it (Jupe’s Gordy shrine, OJ’s horses and ranch. I mean he keeps the fucking coin!). Both try to commodify and sell their trauma for fame and fortune (the paid tours of the Gordy shrine, getting that “Oprah shot”). Both also want to use Jean Jacket to reclaim the heritage that the film and TV industry has taken from them (OJ wants to save the ranch and memorialize his family’s role in the invention of film, Jupe wants to be remembered for the Starlight Lasso and not just as that Asian kid who survived a chimp attack, for taming the beast, not just surviving it). Both unwittingly train JJ to attack humans (Jupe by teaching it to associate people and music with food, OJ by putting it off horsemeat by feeding it a decoy). Both are a bit greedy, and kind of disrespectful to the dead, and nether Get Out (couldn’t resist sorry) when they should. Both put their family, friends and strangers in danger to get their payday, and both get at least one person killed doing it.

So why does the film kill Jupe and his family in such a hilariously awful way, but spare OJ and Em (and Angel: we love you Angel)? What’s Jupes fatal flaw, that greek tragic hubris that dooms him and that separates him from OJ? Why is he the one who gets vored by an angry stetson? Is it a eat the rich narrative? A critique of the idea of Asian Americans as the “Ideal minority?”. Is it killing off the comic relif, or just done for shock value? No, I don’t think Jordan Peele would be that heavy handed or un-imaginative. I think it’s something far more clever.

It’s this: from an early age, Jupe was trained to perform, whereas OJ was trained to handle performing horses. OJ thinks about how to safely provide the spectacle, whereas Jupe was trained to be the spectacle. OJ communicates with Angel in clicks and gestures without realising: OJ’s internalised how to talk to horses, how to use body-language. But Jupe...His plan, upon finding out that there’s a UAP flying around his home is to build and stage and make it into a rodeo attraction. That’s not a sane person’s reaction, that’s how Homer Simpson would try and Monetize first contact with alien life. That’s how Peter Griffin or BoJack Horseman would treat ET…. That how a 90’s sitcom character, who never got over that one role, would treat the situation.

Every time a name is mentioned in the chapter titles of Nope, the living being it refers to dies… except the title card “Lucky.” The horse (so long as the final shot is real and not Em hallucinating) lives. It (and OJ) makes it out. But then again….

Jupe probably thought of himself as Lucky, after the Gordy incident. He was probably told time and time again that he was Lucky, until he internalized it. He learnt the wrong lessons from the experience, he learnt that he not only needed to perform, but that he was special. “You’re’ chosen.” He learnt that he needed to perform, to be a spectacle, to survive a horrible industry that swallows people whole and chews them up and spits them out and occasionally has animal control shoot its stars dead if they go of script. He was conditioned, and trained, from an early age to treat everything that ever happened to him as part of a performance, until he can only talk about his own trauma in terms of how good the SNL take on it was.

And like every other trained living being taken from their natural habitat and forced out on stage as spectacle in this film, his training fails him at the worst possible time.

He’s “Lucky”, and he’s tragic, and he’s just another victim of spectacle, and that’s the scariest part of the film. ...Other than the FUCKING MURDER PANCAKE IN THE SKY OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?

#nope movie #nope jordan peele #jordan peele #jupe from nope #Ricky Jupe Park #Steven Yeun #Jupe is my woobie and i would fight god for him #but i'm not fighing Jean Jacket sorry bro nope nope nope fuck that #nope spoilers

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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Being Team Japan’s Manager:

🎂 Happy Birthday Manager!🎂

Team Japan x GN! manager (they/them pronoun)

Warnings: angst to fluff, Team Japan are really super volleyball idiots in this one

A/N: it’s my birthday and this is my gift to all of you 🥰

I don’t think I have to say it

But honestly Yn, what a godsend you truly are 😍

The world is truly blessed to have you in it

Without you, well, we wouldn’t have a Team Japan

Why you ask?

It’s simple really, because they literally would have all killed each other 😃

Tell me I’m wrong because you know I’m not

The sheer chaos that encompasses Team Japan is astronomical

Whether it be Kageyama fighting with Hinata

Suna and Sakusa ganging up on Atsumu

Yaku and Komori iterally instigating it all

Be honest, we all know how much they LOVE the drama 😏

The whole team would fold without our sweet precious YN

Unfortunately, being the manager of such a chaotic team can mean your accomplishments go unappreciated

Let’s be real, the people that work behind the scenes often go unnoticed

It sucks tremendously and it’s often a thankless job

Sure the team appreciates you but sometimes it feels like you are often the pillar under the foundation

The invisible support of you will

Without you, our boys would literally collapse

And sometimes we need to remind them of that 🥰

That’s where I come in 🙃 because nobody does karma and reminding quite like ya girl

You see, like most people, you were really looking forward to your birthday!

It was just around the corner, a few days away in fact and boy were you excited

You hadn’t really planned anything specific because you see, you were kind of hoping for a day of appreciation from your team

Honestly, it’s not much to ask for!

These guys totally go all out for birthdays and we know it

But you just wanted to be appreciated and the best way you could think to do so was to celebrate with the team

As your birthday approached, not much happened

Honestly, you just kind of thought they were being secretive

Honestly, first red flag YN, no way Bokuto or Hinata could be quiet about anything

Oh my sweet YN 🥹 you poor angel

It wasn’t until the day before your birthday that your expectations began to lower

“Hey Sumu whatcha doing tomorrow night?” Suna asked

“Probably nothing, maybe going to Samu’s place. You guys wanna come?” Atsumu answered

The guys all agreed as you went about your chores as manager, all while listening in for clues

“Maybe we should invite YN to come along? I bet they would enjoy it!” Bokuto added as your heart jumped a little

“You really think YN wants to hang around with us after work?” Sakusa asked

“Nah you’re right, we should probably just leave them out of it,” Yaku interjected as you instantly deflated

Fortunately none of the guys had seen your mood shift as you quickly made your way back to your office and shut the door

“Maybe this is all part of their plan?” You thought as you tried to calm the tears

Surely they wouldn’t forget about your birthday, they couldn’t

Spoiler alert 👀 they did

The next morning you got up and ready for work, you were so excited as you seing by your favorite coffee shop for your birthday drink

“Happy Birthday YN!” The barista said as you thanked them and walked to work

You were so excited for today and nothing could interfere with that!

Unfortunately, immediately upon entering the gym, your dreams of a grand birthday were crushed

“YN seriously, you’re late!” Atsumu growled as you looked at him confused

“Like 2 minutes late Sumu give them a break,” Aran said rolling his eyes

“Well us dedicated players have been here for almost an hour already!” Sumu said as he turned around to serve

All the guys were lined up for serving drills, concentrating on their targets

Meanwhile, you just sat there, waiting for a mere “Happy Birthday” that never came

Deflated, you walked to your office, turning on the lights and seeing nothing

No balloons, no flowers, no stupidly printer computer sign that Hinata haphazardly taped together

Absolutely nothing 🥺

Your heart sank as you set your coffee down and pulled out your chair

“How could they all forget?” You mumbled to yourself, trying not to cry as you heard the guys outside

A knock sounded as you quickly jolted, wiping your eyes as you instructed the person to come in

“Hey Yn, good morning!” Iwaizumi said as you smiled softly

Even Iwa forgot your birthday Yn 🥺😩😭

“Can you help me with the stretch routines for the guys? You’re the only one who can get Bokuto, Hoshiumi and Hinata to actually cooperate,” Iwa said chuckling

“Uhh yeah sure I’ll get right on it,” you said grabbing the papers and turning around

“You ok Yn? You seem a little down?” He asked as you cleared your throat

“Yeah all good just tired, I’ll see you later Hajime,” you said as Iwa nodded and left your office

The day dragged on and on

As 3pm approached and you were gathering your stuff, a knock came as the coach entered

“Hey Yn, Happy Birthday!” Coach said as you smiled

“Hey thanks coach! I really appreciate it!” You said smiling as he handed you your gift

“It’s nothing huge but I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you as our manager YN!” He said as you smiled

“Thanks so much coach,” you said smiling as he left your office and you put the gift in your bag

It almost seemed pointless

Your birthday was almost over and not one of your teammates had said anything

You sighed deeply as you turned off your lights and headed home

“Kageyama will you wrap it up!” Iwaizumi shouted as the guys all stood on the side

“Just one more serve,” he said, tossing it up as the serve slammed into the other side

“Usually it’s Hinata and Bokuto we have to drag home,” Hakuba inserted as the team chuckled

“Hey Guys,” Kuroo said, walking in with a huge bouquet of flowers, balloons and a present

“Damn you got a date of something?” Suna joked as Kuroo looked at him questioningly

“Uhh no, I was wondering if Yn had left yet, I wanted to give them my gift before they went home,” Kuroo said

“Gift? For what?” Yaku questioned

Kuroo 👉🏻 🤨 are they really that stupid?

Team Japan 👉🏻 🤡 🤡🤡🤡

“You guys can’t be serious? It’s YN’s Birthday!” Kuroo exclaimed

🎶 it’s the sound of SILENCE 🎶

Literally it registers in their head all at once

Like you can see the ping sound go off

They all look at each other, literally pale as ghosts

“Don’t tell me you guys forgot today was Yn’s birthday!” Kuroo growled as panic ensued

“OH MY GOD WE ARE THE WORST TEAM EVER,” Hinata screams as he collapses on the floor

“Team? Try worst FRIENDS EVER!” Aran shouts

“Fuck I can’t believe we forgot!” Atsumu said slamming his palm against his forhead

“Shit, I wonder if that’s why YN was so sad earlier, dammit! They looked like they were crying!”Iwaizumi spat

“YN WAS CRYING?!?” Bokuto shouted as the rest of the team stood in panic

“We really fucked up this time,” Sakusa said as Suna nodded

“Guys wait, it’s not too late to fix this!” Komori shouted, pulling out his phone

“Pretty sure it’s kind of late Komori, we missed almost all of her birthday,” Ushijima interjected as Komori ignored him and kept typing, putting the phone up to his ear

“Well we need to do some MAJOR damage control,” he says as his phone rings

That night, you went home and treated yourself to your favorite takeout and desert

You got several happy birthday messages and phone calls

But none of that seemed to matter anyone 😞

That fact that your boys, your team, forgot your birthday made all of it seem absolutely worthless

Sighing, you went to bed early, setting your alarm for another day at the gym

“How was your birthday Yn?” The barista asked you the following morning

“It was ok, nothing special,” you sighed and thanked them for your drink

You had to get yourself out of this mood!

You weren’t going to let the fact that the guys forgot about your birthday weight on you?

Right??

Right - ☹️

You calmed yourself, opening the door to the arena as you made your way to the gym

The lights were still off, strange given that normally Kageyama, Atsumu, Hinata and Bokuto practically slept at the gym

“They probably had a late night at Osamu’s restaurant,” you say, not exactly thrilled to have to deal with tired men

You flipped the lights on, a sudden and loud “SURPRISE” ringing in your ears as you practically dropped your coffee all over the floor

Your eyes looked around, observing the elaborately decorated gym in your favorite colors, balloons and flowers everywhere

“What the hell, what is going on?” You ask, stunned as the guys all smile at you

“YN we are so sorry about forgetting your birthday yesterday,” Iwaizumi said, coming up and hugging you tightly

All is forgive Iwa, a hug is all you need ✋🏻

“We know nothing we can say will make up for us forgetting so we figured that actions speak louder than words, so we did this,” Aran added, hugging you again

YN, two hugs??? From Aran and Iwaizumi?? You better forgive them istg-

“You guys did all this? This must have taken hours!” You said, looking around and observing all the decorations and flower

“It actually took us all night,” Hoshiumi said rubbing the back of his neck

“Osamu is coming soon with the catering and cake! We called him and asked if he could help!” Hinata added

Kuroo approached, handing you a gift of balloons, flowers and an elaborately wrapped present

“I’d like the record to show Yn, that I did, in fact, not forget your birthday but I stayed to help these dumbbells fix their mistake,” Kuroo said as you smiled, tears forming in your eyes as he hugged you

Another hug Yn 😒 honestly just over here collecting hugs from these hot ass men

“YN we are really so sorry for forgetting your birthday! Please don’t be mad at us!” Bokuto say, practically crying as he approached you

“How can I be mad at you guys when you went to all this trouble for me! I’ll admit, I was already upset that you all forget yesterday was my birthday but this totally makes up for it!” You say, happy tears flowing down your cheeks

The visible sigh of relief washed across the men’s face as you began to hug them all one by one

The door opened and Osamu came in

“Hey YN, happy belated birthday! Sorry I would have wished you a happy birthday yesterday but my idiot of a twin forgot so here we are!” He said, smiling and carrying in a large cake

“Hey! It wasn’t just me that forgot!” Atsumu growled

“Yeah but I know somehow it was your fault because it always is,” Osamu sang as the team nodded in agreement

“It’s true,” Suna agreed

“You guys really treat your starting setter like crap ya know that!” Atsumu whined

“They treat me just fine Atsumu, it’s you they treat like crap,” Kageyama chimed in

“No way are you the starting setter Tobio! Not with the pure talent I possess!” Atsumu yelled

“Pure talent to annoy literally everyone,” Sakusa added

Komori sighed as he approached you

“Sorry about this YN. They promised they’d get along,” Komori said

You just smiled and laughed, “we can’t expect miracles Komori.”

“Well let’s get started, we are forgoing practice today to celebrate Yn,” Aran sang as the men all stared

You just rolled your eyes and smiled, “how about we play a practice game instead!”

“That’s our YN, always thinking of the team!” Atsumu said proudly

“-but I get to play the setter position,” you laughed maniacally 😈

“Works for me!” Suna said, grabbing something to eat as the rest of the team agreed

Kageyama and Atsumu rn 👉🏻👁️ 💧👄💧👁️

Please, YN deserves this 💅

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gaybananabread · 5 months

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for the thing i saw that you were open to magnus chase potentially fierrochase with oranges and cherries? Lee alex ler magnus? You definitely dont have to just curious (for 300 fruit thing)

Fruit(s): Oranges, Cherries

I haven’t read these books in a while, but thanks for reminding me of them! I was younger when I first read these; the gay went right over my head. Also, severe LACK of tk content for this entire series! Now I can obsess over these as well (UvU). Used she/her pronouns for Alex on this one. Magnus strikes me as a shy ler, ya know? Hopefully these peeps aren’t too OOC, same with any lore or character dynamic issues (). Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Alex

Ler: Magnus

Summary: During one of the Hotel’s fights to the death, Alex and Magnus slip away for some calm. Unfortunately for the son of Frey, Alex got geared up for the fight and is feeling antsy. He offers another kind of fight, and while it’s not what Alex had in mind, it's certainly a laugh.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

It was business as usual in Hotel Valhalla; Einherjar running around, trying to pop eachother’s balloons that were attached to their chests, various weapons flying across the playing field. Folks of all ages screamed in frustration as spears, axes, and arrows went through their balloons and hit vital organs. The usual mayhem.

Two residents managed to sneak away from the craziness, locked in a room with a nice, peaceful atrium. Magnus took a deep breath, savoring the quiet peace with his partner. The blonde spared a quick glance at her face before turning back to the trees, blushing softly. “Thanks for dipping with me, Alex. Sorry if I spoiled your fun with Mallory…”

Alex rolled her eyes, pinching the hand she was holding. “You didn’t spoil anything, dork. I’d rather relax with you than kill that loudmouth again. I’ll get her later.” Her free hand moved up to her chest, absentmindedly twisting the changing pronoun pin Magnus had got her on their last trip to the mortal world. That day, it read, “she/her/hers.” She wore it every day, though a certain blonde got punched whenever he brought it up.

The calm sounds of nature surrounded the pair, bringing a small smile to Magnus’s face. He much preferred the quiet to the chaos, though he had to admit a few of the games were kinda fun. The son of Frey could’ve stayed there all day.

Alex, on the other hand, was really starting to get bored. She was all for supporting her boyfriend, but Gods, they’d been just sitting there for almost twenty minutes. She had no problems ditching the fight for Magnus, but it left her fidgety. The greenette wanted to move, the urge to do something like an itch on her hands she just couldn’t scratch. She tapped a quick, repeating pattern on her arm, trying to distract herself.

It took the blonde all but four seconds to see how antsy Alex was getting; he nudged his partner’s arm, sighing. “You don’t have to stay here if you’re bored. I’m fine by myself.” The look on his face was a smile, though his eyes gave away how desperate he was for Alex to stay.

That got an eye-roll; how poor was that boy’s self-esteem? Alex wrapped an arm around Magnus’s shoulders, squeezing him a bit harder than necessary into a hug. “Maggie, listen; you’re good. I know you don’t like super loud ‘n crazy stuff, and they’re literally killing eachother while popping loud ass balloons. It’s actually refreshing that you have the sanity to not wanna do it.”

Magnus’s guilt faded, the desperation melting into adoration; what did he do to deserve someone as awesome as Alex? Well, besides saving a bunch of stuff and almost dying for it, but he didn’t count that… “Thank you, Alex. Seriously.” Still, something nagged at him to make it up to his partner. He really didn’t feel like actually fighting, though a silly idea popped into his head. One his partner might enjoy even more than revenge on Mallory.

“Hey, I know it’s not Last Einherjar Standing, but do you wanna do our own thing in here? Like…a fight, but not killing eachother?” A small blush decorated Magnus’s cheeks, making his partner hum. It sounded better than just sitting there, though she could tell there was more to it than that. “Okay…what’s the catch?”

The fact that he only got redder was very telling for the child of Loki. Another silly Magnus idea…but anything was better than nothing. “Well, we could, ya know…tickle eachother instead.” He regretted the words the moment they left his mouth; why would Alex ever wanna do that? He tried playing it off, hoping he wouldn’t get teased for it. “It’s, uh, nevermind dumb idea-”

“Eh, sure. I’m bored enough.”

Magnus was a bit stunned, to be honest. Alex actually wanted to have a tickle fight? He was shocked for a good few seconds before snapping back to reality. “Oh…alright then. You wanna count it down, or…?”

Alex rolled her eyes, seeing the shock on her boyfriend’s face. Normally, she would’ve teased the Helheim out of Magnus for even mentioning something like that. That day, though, she was feeling kind; kind enough to let Magnus have his fun. While he’d never directly expressed it, it was clear to literally everyone close to him that Magnus liked that kind of thing. Still had appearances to keep up, though. “We can count it if you want. I don't really care.”

A vibrant red hue decorated Magnus’s cheeks, a rare bout of confidence overtaking his thoughts. Things were gonna be fun; if he could win without combusting, that is.

“Okay…uh, three, two, one…go!”

Not in a thousand years would Alex have expected Magnus to pounce like he did. I mean, she was already planning on letting the blonde win, but damn. Boy was excited.

Magnus was quick to wrestle Alex down, his mind racing with all the possible ways the greenette could wreck him. Animal claws, bird feathers, multiple appendages… Best to get her before any of those played out. Soon, the shapeshifter’s arms were above her head, wide and slightly surprised eyes staring up at Magnus.

“Dahamn, Beantown! Didn’t think you had it in you~” Alex, ever the tease, smirked up at his boy. While there was no avoiding what was about to come, she could at least see the little flash of red across her boyfriend’s cheeks.

Predictably, the blonde blushed, his confidence faltering for a second. “Quiet…” Okay, Alex was so getting it after that. However, the doubtful thoughts wormed their way back into his head. Gods, he hated his head sometimes… “Hey, are you sure this is okay? Like, you’re fine with me ti-…uh, doing this?”

Alex rolled her eyes, a small groan escaping her. Magnus said “fight,” not feel guilty about everything; was he seriously gonna make her ask? The anticipation was honestly getting to Alex, her heterochromic eyes shining with a nervous giddiness that she would never admit. “Yes, my Gods, just do it already!”

Magnus huffed, feeling himself get a bit red at the annoyed ask. Still, he kept Alex’s arms above her head with one head, the other experimentally kneading at her hip.

She bit her lip, squirming in his hold as she tried not to giggle. If she really wanted to, Alex could’ve just shifted into a ferret and slipped away; she could’ve won the whole fight if she wanted to. Magnus seemed down though, and while she’d never admit it, she loved the wondrous little gleam he got in his eyes when he was happy. So, for him, she endured. It wasn’t that horrible…

“Aww, c’mon Alex. You were begging me to get started, and now you’re not even gonna giggle?” He dug in, drilling his thumb into Alex’s hip. Hello, confidence! Alex’s strained focus broke, surprisingly bubbly giggles spilling past her lips. Even more of a shock: her cheeks grew red, almost matching her boyfriend’s. “Sh-shuhuhut ihit!”

Magnus was stunned for a second, his mind taking a moment to process the sound of her giggles. So cute…she’d kill him for saying it, but it was true. He had to hear more; the hand traveled upwards, curiously clawing at her ribs. He wasn’t disappointed.

“MAHAHAGNUS! F-FUHUHACK!” Alex arched her back, not expecting that spot to be so bad. She hadn’t really been tickled as a kid, and while that stuff was more common with her friends, most of them were too anxious to really try it. That was…really the first time someone had actually gotten her. She didn’t…hate it? It was a lot.

The blonde chuckled, his eyes sparkling as she laughed. Okay, new favorite sound… Alex had never sounded so carefree. “Wow Alex, such dirty language. It’s just a few little tickles; no need to get so worked up!” Not wanting to make her uncomfortable, Magnus moved his spidering fingers to her stomach.

“Y-yohohohou’re the wohohorst!” It was hard to take that “insult” seriously with all the giggling she was doing. That side of Alex was one Magnus didn’t see often, but he loved when it would show. “Am I? I mean, you did literally ask for it. I’m kinda an awesome boyfriend for giving you what you want, no?”

Alex groaned through her giggles, mentally rolling her eyes. “Noho, you dohohork!” She wiggled in his hold, but made no real effort to get away. It still lit up her nerves, but the gentle tickling on her belly was actually kinda nice… Well, until Magnus started talking. “Wasn’t this supposed to be a tickle fight? Kinda seems like you gave up, love~”

Her cheeks went red, an indignant grunt flowing with the adorable giggles. “I- thahat’s nohot-... Ihi hahahate youhu…” Alex tried to hide her face in her shoulder, her arms still above her head.

Magnus gasped, feigning a hurt pout. “You hate me? Wow Alex, I thought we had something…” He sighed, shooting his hand back to claw at her ribs. “Guess I can’t feel bad for doing this anymore.”

“NAHAHAHO! MAHAGNUHUS, YOUHU AHASS!” She squealed, her face turning an even deeper, lovely and vibrant shade of red. Magnus couldn’t help but coo. “That’s actually adorable, Alex. I mean, I knew you were a shapeshifter, but I never knew your cherry impression was so good!”

“SHUHUHUT UHUHP!” Alex twisted and turned in Magnus’s grip, her face only getting hotter. She really wasn’t used to tickling, and while it was kinda fun, she was nearing her limit. While it hurt her pride to do it, she tapped out. “ENOUHUHUGH!”

The son of Frey stopped almost instantly, his arms wrapping around Alex to pull her into a hug. He was pushing it with all the affection, but he was feeling brave. “Sorry, that was kinda mean. You good? Did I go too far?”

Alex buried her face in his shoulder, giggling off the ghost tickles. “Thahat was- Gods, Mahaggie. Yeah, Ihi’m good…” She took a few deep breaths, her slightly dazed smile becoming something much more mischievous. “Uh…Alex?”

Suddenly, his partner shrank, a small ferret in her place. The fuzzy noodle zipped under his shirt, climbing up his torso and around to his back. He squeaked, squirming as her fur brushed against his poor skin. Finally, she made it to his neck, hopping out and shifting back.

Alex wasted zero time with her plan. In seconds, Magnus was on his back, his arms stuck firmly above his head. She smirked down at him, a playful smirk on her face. “Here comes the fight, Beantown. Hope you’re ready~”

Magnus gulped, looking up at his partner with wide eyes and a wobbly smile. “Oh Gods…” The rest of the afternoon was filled with laughter, the chaos of the morning’s strange murder-game forgotten. While it wasn’t exactly what either of them had planned for the day, it was definitely the most fun they’d had in a while. Totally worth it…

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brokenjere · 2 years

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seventeen going under (j.f) (part 9)

seventeen going under (j.f)

synopsis: two sweet sixteens and a pair of fools sitting on the roof

of course I wanted you to change, but you didn’t. of course I want you anyway -maisie peters

catch up here

When I turned sixteen, Susannah and my mom threw a party. A really big one, with a lot of balloons and a huge cake that Susannah put together all by herself. I remember seeing her really late in the kitchen, smearing flour over her face as she wiped the sweat away from hand mixing the cake batter. She didn’t know I was watching her from the basement steps, but I snuck up every once in a while to watch.

She was so effortlessly beautiful, even covered in cake batter and with flour in her hair. It took her three days to finish the entire cake. It was four layers, white fondant with pink and gold piped flowers. I don’t know how she did it, but each petal was perfectly piped.

The cake was the main display of the party. Everyone gawked at it and asked me where I got it and I got to boast and say that my Susannah made it, especially for me. It was a one-of-kind, “just like you,” she had said, fluffing up my curls when she gave the grand reveal.

Susannah rented out a ballroom in a fancy hotel in downtown Boston. The ceilings were tall and vaulted and the walls were covered with windows that overlooked an outdoor seating area. It was planted with beautiful greenery and the most lovely flowers and there was a firepit that Susannah said we could light up when it got dark out. All the girls at school showed up in pretty dresses with their hair all done up, naturally all trying to be the hottest girl in the room but Jeremiah insisted that that was me. “No one shines brighter than you, yn,” he said. It was my party and I’d pout in the corner if I wanted to and Jeremiah was my person so he would pout with me, too.

“Look at Elise though,” I whined, pointing my cup of punch toward her on the other side of the room. “She’s wearing sequins.”

“And you’re wearing a perfect shade of blue,” he said. I picked the dress because the color reminded me of his eyes.

Jeremiah grabbed my clear plastic cup and set it down on the random table next to us. He grabbed my hand and lured me out to the dance floor and made me dance with him. We danced poorly in the center of the room and didn’t care who was watching because we were together.

Then, a slow song came on. My mom put together a playlist, especially for the party. I kind of felt spoiled with a party like this. Jeremiah didn’t get one and neither did Conrad but they were boys and maybe they didn’t care about things like this. But Mom insisted, saying that every girl deserves a ball that is all her own.

I was hesitant to slow dance with Jeremiah. His hands would be on my hips then and we would be too close together and I didn't know if I could control my heart rate. At least when he was at an arm's length, if my heart beat too loudly I knew he couldn't hear, and if my palms sweated there was less of a chance for him to grab them.

I couldn't tell him no when he was looking down at me with his blue puppy dog eyes and holding out his hand to court me on the dance floor. I grabbed his hand and he wrapped my arm around his neck. I followed suit with my other hand, clasping them behind his neck. His hands found the dip in my hip and we swayed quietly back and forth until he said, “I really meant it, you know.” I looked up at him, confused. “That you are the prettiest girl in the room. Are the prettiest girl in the world.” I shook my head but he kept going. “You’re ravishing,” he laughed at that last word. I couldn’t help but chuckle, too, not knowing that word was even in his vocabulary.

“Am not,” I argued, shaking my head. He moved his hands from my hips to my cheeks and cupped them.

“You are. And even if you don’t think that - I do. And that’s all that matters, right?”

It was all that mattered. I didn’t want anyone else to find me pretty or beautiful or ravishing or hot. I only wanted to be seen by his eyes and right now, he was looking at me like I was the entire universe on display just for him.

“You don’t look that bad yourself,” I teased, tugging on the neck of his button-up t-shirt.

Jeremiah bowed and I giggled, pulling him back up to me by the collar on his tuxedo jacket. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his body as if I lived there. I could smell his minty breath and his nose rubbed gently against mine. I thought this moment was it. He was going to kiss me.

At fifteen, I was heartbroken and alone and belonged to no one but the wind and at sixteen, I belonged to Jeremiah Fisher.

He didn’t kiss me, though. The music stopped and it changed to something upbeat and poppy and I removed myself from Jeremiah, the moment disappearing. He grabbed my hand and said, “wanna ditch this popsicle stand? Go home and watch a movie?”

I debated it. This party was amazing and everything I had hoped for but right now, I just wanted to be alone with my best friend. I nodded and we left without being noticed.

Susannah and Mom were drinking wine on the couch of Susannah’s house when we snuck in. The basement steps were not that far from the front door, so we were able to sneak down them without being heard. Once we were downstairs, Jeremiah took off his tuxedo jacket and threw it across the back of the couch and I kicked off my high heels in the corner and flung myself into the beanbag chair we had right in the middle of the living space.

My dress bunched up around my thighs and Jeremiah laid down next to me putting on the TV. “Our usual?” He asked and I nodded and he put on Napoleon Dynamite. It was only on for a few minutes when he asked me, “truth or dare?”

“Dare,” I said, sinking further into the beanbag.

“Ok, I dare you to sneak up in Conrad’s room and go through his bedside table,” he laughed.

“No way! I know what’s in there!” Jeremiah threw his head back and laughed. Conrad had just started dating a few months ago and I was pretty sure he was sleeping around now that he had muscles and was growing facial hair. “Not a fair dare at all.”

“Okay, okay,” he conceded.

“My turn,” I said, shifting my body to face him. He was resting his head on the palm of his hand, holding himself up with his elbow. He was smiling softly and my god, he was perfect. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“You say that every time,” I whined.

“I just like talking.” He shrugged. “I like telling you things that don’t come up naturally.” I understood what he meant. We talked about a lot of things but some things just didn’t come up and I was always learning new things about him. “So ask me.”

“Hmm,” I thought out loud. “What does your future look like?” I asked. “When you see yourself years and years down the road, what do you see?”

Jeremiah leaned back on the bean bag and looked up at the popcorned ceiling. “I wanna be married. I want a wife and three kids and I want to be madly in love,” he said, smiling. I wanna be married and madly in love, too but I wanted it to be with Jeremiah. He didn’t say he wanted it to be with me.

“And for work?” I asked.

“Doesn’t matter,” he shook his head. “As long as I’m happy.”

“What about me?” I asked, my voice getting caught in my throat. He smiled wider and looked over at me.

“You’re there. You’re always there.”

Belly knocked on my door around 7. I skipped her dinner and while I felt bad about it, I couldn’t stop my tears long enough to get out of my bedroom, let alone my house. I sent her a text apologizing and she told me not to worry about it but now she was banging on the door like there was a fire I needed to escape.

I answered it, eyeballs puffy and heavy and she looked at me like I was a trainwreck. “What?” I snapped.

“You look horrible,” she said, taking in my full appearance. The old t-shirt with holes in the armpits and the sweatpants were too big for me. I changed out of Jeremiah’s clothes because the smell of him made me cry even harder.

“Thanks,” I mumbled.

“Change,” she said, pushing past me into the bedroom. The door slowed shut behind her and I kicked it all the way with a final crash. “You’re still coming right?” She spun around to look at me. I debated and decided I wanted to say no but Belly was already looking through my closet. Who was she?

“I don’t know, B.”

She pulled out a dress I hadn’t worn in a few years but it was still so pretty I knew why she picked it. She handed it over to me and I grabbed the hanger, running my hand along the fabric. “You gotta come. It’s my birthday.”

I sighed and threw my hands up in defeat. “Okay, okay.” Belly clapped and hugged me before darting out of the door and yelling at me to be ready in 15 minutes. "Don't get to depuff your eyes!" She called. What had Taylor done to her?

The dress she picked was a white sundress. I kept it here year-round, never needing it during the other seasons and I always forgot it existed. It was lightweight and flowy and perfectly fitted the top half of my body perfectly.

Nicole’s house was just like most houses in Cousins. Big, white, beautiful, and beachfront. There were people pooling out of the front door and onto the porch and Belly, Taylor, and I had to squeeze through the crowd until we got inside. Nicole was already there with Gigi and Shayla, eager to greet the birthday girl. Everyone was all smiles as we said our hellos except for me. I put on a fake one, telling everyone how beautiful I thought Belly looked and it was true - she was a sight to see with her tight floral dress we had picked out the other day.

“Do you guys want a drink?” Nicole asked, offering up red cups from the table behind her. There was a keg in the backyard which we could see from where we stood. The patio doors were wide open and people were coming in and out and filling up their cups. I took one from her and thanked her.

“You don’t want any?” I asked Belly when she shook her head at Nicole. Taylor happily grabbed a cup from the other side of her but Belly shook her head again at me. “You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” I excused myself to fill my cup, zig-zagging through the crowd. I saw Jeremiah sitting on the couch with some guy that I didn’t recognize. He didn’t notice me as I slithered by like a small snake in tall grass. He only saw me on my way back when I bumped into a guy with a hat pulled too far down in front of his face. “Shit sorry,” he mumbled as he stepped around me.

I glanced over at Jeremiah who was staring at me. Watching me. I looked away, blush rushing to my cheeks, and ran back to my little cocoon of girlhood.

Shayla wrapped her arm around my shoulders, bringing me to her side, and cheers my cup with hers. “You doing okay?” She asked. Shayla was a good one. She was one of the best ones, in fact. I nodded my head but kept my eyes searching the crowd. I liked to people-watch. It was one of my favorite pass times which is why Jeremiah and I spent so much time in the park back in Boston. He talked my ear off as I watched the people passing by.

No one caught my eye until Conrad. Of course, he did. Why wouldn’t he? We stared at each other until it became unbearable. His eyes wandered from mine to my lips to the cup in my hand. How he can communicate with me from this far away, I will never know. He was always good at that. Jeremiah knew me, yes. Better than anyone I’m sure but sometimes, he was completely oblivious. Sometimes, he couldn’t tell the difference between me being genuinely disinterested in something and being sad. Sometimes, he was so focused on himself that he couldn’t read my eyes. That never happened with Conrad. He always knew.

Belly waving caught my eye. She was waving at Conrad. She was staring at him too but with much softer eyes than I was. She was staring at him with love and adoration. I was staring at him with confusion and frustration, and he was looking at me the same way. He took a sip of his beer, finishing it off, and then he disappeared into the hallway.

Belly’s attention returned to the girls but she seemed less than thrilled until Cameron showed up, flowers in hand, and engulfed her in a huge hug. “You made it!” She gasped, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. I stepped away from the crowd, giving them space. Shayla and Nicole paired off, Taylor went god knows where and now Belly had Cameron.

“Of course I made it,” he said, bending down to give her a kiss. I slipped away before they parted and could notice I was gone. I went in search of a bathroom and I hated to admit it but I was also kind of looking for Conrad. Not outwardly. I didn’t open doors or look around corners but my eyes were peeled. I set my drink down on a side table in one of the hallways and I knocked on a door. I didn’t know where the bathroom was but no one answered so I opened it. It was an empty bedroom. One that looked like it had never been slept in before. The windows on the opposite side overlooked the ocean and I went over to them, running my hands over the window pane.

I slid my fingers under the window and pulled it up. It came up easily and the screen popped off with no resistance. I was used to breaking in through windows. Not only did Jeremiah often climb through mine, but I have also climbed through his quite a fair share, too. I stepped out onto the roof and the ocean air hit my face.

I don’t know what I was doing out there. I just needed to get out of the party. It felt too crowded, especially with how heavy my heart felt. The weight of everything felt like it was on my shoulders and I wanted to pick it up, squash it, and throw it off the roof of this house.

The ocean waves crashed up on the shore below me, drowning out all the drunk kids on the lawn. I layed on my back, the roof shingles stabbing into my spine, and looked up at the stars. I didn’t know anything about constellations or any of the planets but Conrad used to try and teach me when we were younger. Jeremiah would get impatient and leave and I always followed. Right now, I wished Conrad was on the roof with me to tell me which was Orion or if I was looking right at the Little Dipper and didn’t even know.

“Knock knock.” I heard along with the rapping of a fist against the window pane. “Can I join?” Jeremiah was half out of the window already so I shrugged and looked back up at the sky. He laid down next to me, mimicking my position. Ankles crossed, hands folded over his stomach, and eyes unwavering on the abyss that was the universe. I wondered if our love story was etched in there somewhere.

“It’s a nice night out, huh?” He asked. I shrugged my shoulders and he sighed, tapping my foot with his. “I’m sorry I kissed you, okay?“

I looked over at him and asked, “what?” Is that what he thought this was about? Him kissing me? If I could have his lips on mine for the rest of eternity, I would. If I could tattoo the sensation of him on my mouth, I would. “I’m not mad about that.”

“You’ve been avoiding me ever since and you ran out pretty fast. Is it because Conrad saw?” Maybe. Yes. I don’t know. I shrugged. “What is it? Vivian still? You’re still mad she was texting me?”

I didn’t even know if I was mad. Sometimes, I felt like all of the feelings I felt for Jeremiah were mixed together in a blender and ground together so finely and close together I couldn’t separate the good from the bad. The real from the imaginary. He made me feel everything all at once and when my heart sank to my stomach I didn’t know if it was because he had fluttered his eyelashes at me or if it was because I was scared I’d never be able to call him mine.

I must have waited too long to reply because Jeremiah sighed and sat up. He nodded his head, signaling me to sit up with him. I only sat up halfway, leaning back on my elbows, mostly to be stubborn but the shards of shingles were digging into my bones. Jeremiah grabbed my hand and pulled me all the way up and I followed without resistance. He entwined our fingers together and set them down in his lap. “I swear to you, nothing like that will ever happen again.”

“I said I needed space, Jere. To think.”

“I know. I heard you, loud and clear. I just couldn’t help myself, Yn.” He kissed my knuckles and then dropped our hands back into his lap. If he had heard me, why didn’t he stop himself? Why would he make everything so much more complicated? Or was it me? Was I the problem? “When you’re that close to me,” he said, looking down at my lips. His knees were touching mine. I could feel his arm hair. If I wanted to, which I did, I could twist my fingers into his sandy hair and pull him to me and kiss him. Really kiss him. “I want you to be closer. It’s like all the atoms in my body are gravitating toward you and I can’t stop them.”

My breathing caught in my throat when he traced his thumb along my bottom lip. He cupped my cheek in his hand and he rested his forehead on mine. “You’re my best friend. But I have wanted you to be more since I knew what love was.”

He reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “Jeremiah,” I started but he interrupted me by kissing my forehead.

“If it’s about Vivian, we can fix it. Okay? Let me fix it.”

“There’s nothing to fix. It’s not like you cheated on me,” I scoffed and pulled back from him. There was a pool of space between us that the stars filled. The music filled. The people beneath us filled.

“I might as well have.” There it was. The truth. Kissing Vivian was just like cheating on me, I supposed. His face looked pained as if I had stabbed him when I put all the air between us. Like there was hot lava flowing between our bodies.

“I just can’t do this right now, okay? How many times do I need to tell you?”

His lips parted as if he wanted to speak, but he didn’t say anything. He looked back over at the ocean. Conversation over. Two. Was that the magic number? Two girls. Two boys. Two rejections. I wondered how many times I could push him away before he finally broke. That wasn’t what I wanted. Is it really meant to be if it isn’t easy? Is it even supposed to be? “I think it’s gonna rain,” he said eventually. It was dark out but the sky did look extra gloomy. The waves were too fast and there was a layer of fog forming over the ocean. I wanted to scream. Who cares if it’s gonna rain? Who cares if you kissed Vivian? I love you. I fucking love you. So why won’t my brain just let me love you?

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