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too-much-tma-stuff · 2 months

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Finally Getting Help (prt 5)

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It took a little convincing to get Jazz to come back with them, but she didn’t want to stay with Constantine because he ‘smelled like cigarettes and generational trauma’ and she couldn’t stay alone. So in the end she agreed to come back to Wayne manor with the promise that Tim would help walk her through the process of getting emancipated since he’d already done it before. Dick informed Agent A they’d be having another new person for dinner and asked Jazz if she had any allergies, which was also a no. Apparently the Fentons tended to be a very hearty family.

They took the jet back, dropping Jazz off at the manor before parking in the batcave and changing into civics as quickly as they could so they could go greet her. Before they could Alfred sent a video on the family group chat. The video started with Danny pacing in the foye, then the door opened and Jazz hesitantly let herself in only to be greeted by a battering ram of Brother hurtling towards her.

She managed to get her arms up in time to catch Danny with an Oof before they just clung to each other. Awww, why weren’t any of Dick’s siblings like that with him?! Something to bully them about later.

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“What happened?” Danny whispered against Jazz’s chest.

“The Justice League finally stepped up and dealt with it. Locked the portal, took away mom and dad and Vlad, I don’t know what will happen with any of them but it’s not our fault whatever it is. It’s not our responsibility or our problem, I’m going to focus on university and you’re going to focus on keeping yourself and the babies healthy and safe.” She said softly, feeling Danny wince.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the babies, I just didn’t know how too,” Danny said, and Jazz could feel how he tensed, expecting her to be angry with him.

“It’s okay little brother, I understand. That was a lot to process, I’m sure you would have told me soon,” She murmured and he nodded. “Danny, did he… did he rape you?” Jasmine forced herself to ask softly. She didn’t think so, but she just needed to know.

“No, he stole my DNA and tried to clone me. But it didn’t work and Danielle and the other clones were melting. I don’t know how many he tried but I can’t imagine he started in batches of ten. I could only save two, Daniella and one of the boys. It was awful. I don’t know how long they’ll need to stay inside me to fully develop but they can take all the time they need. I can feel them inside me, I can feel their love. I love them too, they’re my babies Jazz, I know I’m young but…”

“You’re going to be a great parent Danny,” Jazz promised softly, giving him a gentle squeeze. “And I’m going to be the best aunt and babysitter you could ask for.”

She didn’t realize he was crying until his laugh came out audibly wet. “I’m sure you will. Thank you Jazz.”

“No problem Danny. What about the Wayne’s, you trust them? You think you’ll be okay here? I’ll going to Gotham U so I’ll be close. I’d like to work at Arkham anyway.”

“Ya, they seem good, I’ll be fine here Jazz. Don’t worry.”

“I’ll always worry about you little brother,” Jazz said softly and Danny laughed again, trying to wipe his face as subtly as he could before he pulled back and finally let go.

Alfred cleared his throat delicately to remind them he was still there, though Jazz was glad he hadn’t interrupted their moment. “Dinner is ready when you are Master Danny, Miss Jazz,” he said with a nod and disappeared back down the hall towards the dining room.

“Well I’m starving, I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast!” Jazz said as she started to steer them both after Alfred.

“I’m pretty much always hungry,” Danny admitted with a chuckle. “The little ones take a lot of energy and I need to replace it somehow I goes,” He said touching his stomach in a way she now realized he’d been doing a lot. How had she missed that?

“Well you eat as much as you need to, and any cravings too. They probably have nutrients you and the baby need. You should see a doctor too. I know you probably went to see Frostbite already but you’re still half human and if they’re cloned from you so are the babies. Ask Bruce about a doctor that you can trust.”

“I will, I promise. You’re right, I really do want the babies to be okay and with what you said about the Justice League doing their job I have a feeling my existence won’t be illegal for much longer.” Walking into the dining room just in time for the family to overhear the last of that conversation.

“Definitely not,” Bruce said firmly. “I know for a fact Martian Manhunter is absolutely furious hearing they did something like this to another sentient species just because they weren’t human.”

“You know Martian Manhunter!?” Danny said with literal stars in his eyes.

“Oh here we go,” Jazz said with fond exasperation.

“Yes?” Bruce said, he hadn’t meant it like a question but he was just surprised, and a little worried, there was no way Danny would be prejudiced right?

“Oh my god can I meet him?! He’s been my favourite hero for ever! He’s from SPACE! I love space! I want to know everything he knows about space, and about Mars! I’ve never been to space! Well I’ve flown to the moon a couple of times but I couldn’t go further and be back in time for school.”

He had started floating off the ground as he enthused about space, with fond exasperation Jazz grabbed the back of Danny’s shirt and tugged him back down into a seat at the dining room table. It was like Peter Pan with the joy lifting him up, and his excitement was both adorable and infectious. It was so good to see him happy.

While he was talking food had been being passed around, and Damian, who was sitting on Danny’s other side from Jazz, had been heaping his plate while the older boy was distracted. It was sweet to see him being… caring to another person, he was even putting some meat on Danny’s plate with an odd stubborn set to his jaw. He almost looked aggressive but that was really just his determined face. Damian had accepted Danny in record time, which was a little surprising but it also made sense, they all knew Damian really loved caring for people, and children, and with Danny carrying babies no doubt Damian was already staking his claim on the role of favoured uncle.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Bruce promised with a little smile. He was sure J’onn would be happy to meet Danny so it wouldn’t actually be hard.

“Thank you!” Danny cheered, only Jazz’s grip on his shirt keeping him from leaping back into the air.

“Eat,” Damian reminded, shoving a fork into Danny’s open hand. “Pennyworth says you were too worried to eat much at lunch and you need the nutrients!”

“Aww thank you ghostling,” Danny cooed, roughling Damian’s hair who scowled and ducked away, but didn’t lash out At All! Huh apparently pregnancy was a shield against Damian’s aggression.

Danny did start to eat though, and to keep him on track the family started talking with each other. It seemed to make him more comfortable, if things were quiet he felt the need to fill the space instead of filling his mouth. It was honestly sort of nice, even Damian shared a bit more than he usually would have about school, and about his art, then started telling Danny in particular about his animals. Danny hadn’t met them yet after all and he needed to know everything! Which ones were friendly, how to appropriately handle any of them, what treats they could have.

The way Danny lit up and started questioning Damian about his animals was honestly a little startling, but it couldn’t be more clear that he was genuinely enthusiastic and Damian was preening. Rarely did he get such an attentive listening ear when talking about his pets, especially since everyone who had been in the family for a while had heard similar rants so many times they’d started to tune them out.

It was a testament to Damian’s self control that he insisted Danny finish his dinner before dragging him away from the table to go show him all the various animals he had collected over the years. Danny laughed as Damian tugged on him and waved back at the family, joking about being kidnapped again (which, worrying) but he didn’t seem to mind.

“It’s good to see someone with such a healthy and well supported obsession,” Jazz said with a little smile, watching after her little brother and Damian rush off. “Oh!” She said, snapping her fingers, “I should explain all that for you! If you’re going to take care of Danny you’ll need a crash course in Ghosts and Liminality. I uhh, I have a powerpoint?” She said, looking embarrassed and hopeful as she pulled a USB out of her pocket.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, Miss. I’ll set up the projector in the family room,” Alfred said as he whisked the last of the dishes away.

“Oh! Thank you Alfred. Can I help at all?” Jasmine asked, already getting up from the table so she could follow.

“Nonsense, you’re a guest and you had a very long day already. I’ll set it up, and then fix a room for you next Master Danny’s for tonight,” Alfred said briskly, shooing her back into the dining room room with the family.

She looked like she was about to argue but she thought better of it. “Alfred is really the one in charge around here and we all know it,” Dick commented to her with a little smile. “No use arguing with him, and he usually knows best anyway.”

“Well, alright if you say so,” Jazz said with a little smile and tension slowly eased from her shoulders. When was the last time she got to relax? Having to worry about her brother and no one really taking care of the, how long had she been googling “how to stitch up a wound’, ‘how to help a 14 year old with ADHD study’, and various other things to try and care for a boy only two years younger than her.

“So I know you mentioned to Nightwing that you wanted to go to Gotham U? I don’t know how your grades are,” (a lie, they knew she was a genius and her grades were excellent), “But the Wayne family sponsors many scholarships and if you don’t qualify for any of those we would be happy to just pay for your schooling. What would you like to study?” Bruce asked

“I want to study psychology!” Jazz said, lighting up instantly. “That’s what I’ve wanted to study since I was seven. I want to be a psychologist, and I’d like to intern at Arkham. I know it’s a dangerous place, but I’m tougher than I look and I have Danny on speed dial so I’ll be fine.”

Well at least she had thought about the danger, and tougher then she looked meant something because she already looked plenty touch. “Well, I know Arkham can always use good doctors,” Bruce chuckled. “Just try not to become the next Harley Quinn,” He said it like a joke but he did mean it, the last thing Gotham needed was another evil genius.

“Don’t worry, she lacked grounding connections due to her upbringing. I’ll have Danny, and his babies, and I’ll make friends outside of the hospital. As long as nothing happens to Danny I’m sure I’ll be fine, just like as long as nothing happens to me, or the other people he loves, Danny will be fine.”

It sounded like a warning, and it probably was, but they already knew that. Zatana had warned them that Danny could be dangerous. He would need grounding connections, but everyone did, and the Waynes already knew they were going to be family. On their own any of the Bat clan knew they could go off the deep end, a lot of them had even seen the futures with evil versions of themselves but with the other to care for and about, it kept them on the right track… at least mostly.

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foreverrandomwritings · 5 months

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Happy birthday again, my love! I wasn’t kidding about really liking ice cream! Key lime is my favorite, what’s yours?

How about sunset with Jake Seresin?

Sunset

Summary: You get spotted in the bar by a certain group of aviators and then proceed to go home with one.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Afab!Reader

Warnings: Talks of missions gone wrong, alcohol, amputation, cussing, sexual innuendos at the end but not really? and anxiety.

Word count: 1340

Masterlist Taste of Twenty-Five Masterlist

“Is that Sunset at the bar?” The group of aviators all turned and looked towards the bar at Halos' question. Jake was sitting in one of the chairs along the back wall so he had a perfect view of the whole building. There you stood clad in loose ripped jeans, an old harley davidson shirt and a flannel with the sleeves rolled up that looked much too big for you over top of the shirt.

“Oh woah it is I haven’t seen her in years.” Bob piped up from his place against the wall. They all watched as you leaned across the bar and hugged Penny. Greeting each other like old friends, warm smiles adorning both of your faces.

“She’s absolutely gorgeous.” Phoenix was looking at you in awe, utterly enthralled with the energy you radiated. She wasn’t the only one enjoying the view you provided.

“I think I’m gonna go up and talk to her.” Bradley spoke up with the usual confidence he held. Jake nodded at him and took the last sip of his beer. The game between Phoenix, Omaha, Halo and Bradley was put on pause as the mustached man put his pool stick down.

“You’ve totally got this man.” Javy smacked the taller aviator on the back encouragingly. Jake watched as he sauntered up to the bar fixing the collar of his Hawaiian shirt as he did.

“Do you think he’s going to get laid?” Reuben asked and Halo shook her head. Jake and Javy briefly looked at each other.

“No way. She’s never been that type. Always said she already had everything she needed.” They all watched as Bradley sidled up next to you. You turned and cocked your head in his direction giving him a curious look. You nodded your head at a question none of them could hear and they saw him wave down Penny.

“I heard she was discharged due to a mission gone wrong a couple years ago.” Fanboy was ever the one to gossip so none of them were surprised when he started up.

“Do any of you know anything?” He looked at the group and most of them shook their heads.

“Oof, looks like he struck out.” Reuben winced at the disappointed look on Bradley’s face. He was walking back shaking his head with a pout on his face.

“What happened man?” Mickey questioned the second Bradley was back at the pool table.

“She let me buy her a drink and as soon as Penny set it in front of her she said I wasn’t her type but thanked me for the beer anyways.” Jake had a smirk on his lips as he continued to look at you. You sipped on a drink that was not the beer that had been placed in front of you. You talked to Penny for a couple of minutes before you were grabbing your drink as well as the beer and started to slowly make your way through the crowd right to where the group was occupying at and around the pool table.

“Got you a beer.” You said as you slipped the bottle into the Blonde’s hand. He parted his legs a little wider to give you space to slot yourself between them.

“Thank you honey.” He placed a kiss on your lips and pulled away. But you chased his lips with your own and placed two more consecutive kisses upon them before pulling away with a smile on your face.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Bradley’s jaw dropped as he looked at you and Jake. You turned around and faced the group resting your back against Jake’s chest.

“I think you need to have your vision checked, Bradshaw.” You waved your hand in the air showing off the ring adorning your finger proudly. The hand that didn’t have a beer in it came to rest against your hip.

“Did any of you know?” Bradley narrowed his eyes on the group. But they all seemed just as shocked as he was.

“Javy was Jake’s best man in our wedding so I’d hope he remembered.” Bradley’s mouth fell open as he looked at the man.

“You encouraged me to go up there.” You, Jake and Javy all snickered together at the clear distress Bradley was in.

“She did tell you that you weren’t her type Bradshaw.” Jake laid his head on your shoulder and breathed in the relaxing scent that was completely and uniquely you. Bradley bristled and dismissed the both of you by picking up his pool stick and gesturing to the other three involved in the game to continue. You turned back around in your husband's grasp, set your drink on the table beside him and settled your hands around his neck.

“I missed you.” He hummed in agreement before placing his forehead on your own. It had been about two months since you had seen each other.

“Thought you were running that marathon in New Jersey with Chevelle and Peach.” He brought his hand down under the flannel to brush along your leg unconsciously.

“They had to postpone it a month. So I figured I’d fly here and see what you’ve been getting yourself into.” One of your hands ran through the hair on his neck that was slightly grown out. You’d have to give him a haircut in the next couple of days.

“Same old same old.” He shrugged nonchalantly, but his signature smirk was adorning his features.

“How do you know Chevelle and Peach?” Fanboy couldn’t help himself from butting into your conversation. But you didn’t seem to mind as you turned your head to look at him with a smile on your face.

“I met them in physical therapy after my last mission. They helped me a lot with the recovery process.” You shifted your weight from one leg to the other and then back again. Jake took a long swig of the beer to calm his nerves.

“What happened?” Mickey had the audacity to look a little sheepish as the question left his lips abruptly. He knew better than anyone not to ask that question but he just couldn’t seem to stop himself.

“I got hit by an enemy missile and crashed my jet. Lost my leg in the process and have been on a prosthetic for three years now.” Jake’s hand squeezed your waist as the moment he had been notified of your accident replayed in his head. However your fingers splayed against his neck had him coming back to the reality of you standing before him today.

“Wouldn’t be here today if this one didn’t push me to keep going.” Because Jake had been the rock you needed to lean against. The shore you were hopeful for and the wave pushing you towards it.

“Couldn’t have my favorite dance partner slacking off now could I?” The light that shone in his eyes had heat breaking out across your cheeks. It always took your breath away to see him looking at you as though you painted the clouds in the sky.

“I’m sure Javy could’ve played the part just fine.” Javy sang his agreement from where he was sharing a cup of peanuts with Bob. You gave Jake a playful wink before kissing his lips once again.

“Do you wanna get out of here darlin’? You look good enough to eat in that flannel of mine.” The words left you buzzing with anticipation at the promise they held. You could tell he knew the effect they had on you with the way he licked his lips. He downed the rest of the beer that was in his hand.

“Let’s go cowboy, I already paid your tab.” You pulled away from him and let him stand. He threw an arm over your shoulders and you both told the group goodbye. You promised to get better acquainted with them soon. The both of you marveled in the comfort of being with each other once again as you slipped through the crowd to his truck outside.

A/N: Thank you so much for this request my dear I am so sorry it's taken me so long to post it! I love key lime ice cream but I would have to say that mine is either mint chocolate chip or raspberry chip.

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yeoblurbs · 7 months

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Weakness

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Fem!Reader

angst to fluff drabble-ish

WC: 1.5k

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, reader cusses a lot, hint of a FWB relationship with Hongjoong, that’s all I think. sorry for any typos!

You tilt your head up as you take another shot of the alcohol in front of you. your eyes are bloodshot red and you frown when your tousled hair gets in your face, blowing it away with a pout.

your phone vibrates beside you but you can’t bring yourself to check, knowing who it is. well, it doesn’t truly matter if he’s calling anyway, you’ve heard enough.

the bartender, San, his name tag reads, looks at you with slight concern and perhaps if you weren’t so utterly in love with the hard-headed man blowing up your phone, you’d use Sans concern to distract you.

a push on your shoulder has you turning to the side, ready to tell them off, and fuck. it’s Hongjoong's one and only best friend, Park Seonghwa. if you ran out now then maybe he wouldn’t be able to catch you.

Seonghwa seems to read your mind as he gently grabs your wrist once you turn, “Can we talk, please?” and fuck x2 because Seonghwa didn’t deserve any animosity from you, even if he was best friends with the man you’re upset with.

you sigh in defeat, before giving him an awkward smile, “What did you want to talk about, Seonghwa?” you think you deserve an applaud for the steadiness of your voice.

he frowns as he analyzes your face, and you hate that you’ve brought one of the kindest people you’ve met to look so unhappy. he exhales quietly before taking a seat next to you.

“Please, just talk to him.” Seonghwas voice leaks desperation, but unfortunately for him, you’re too tired to care.

“I’ve spoken to him enough. Clearly, I’m nothing more to him than a distraction he needs when he’s stressed.” you turn to seonghwa with a bitter smile, “His words, not mine.”

Seonghwa’s brows furrow further, “I know, I know. I understand that you’re upset, and you have every right to be!” his face smooths out as he glances at you with tired eyes.

“But… He regrets it a lot, y’know?”

you deflate at his words, before downing another shot, loudly placing it on the table in front of you. “Well, that’s just too bad, Seonghwa. I can’t handle his mood swings forever.”

you rise from your seat, smoothing out your dress as you place your purse on your shoulder, “It was nice talking to you, but I’ll be taking my leave now. Please tell your friend to leave me alone.” Seonghwa nods with a defeated sigh, and with that, you turn, eyeing the exit that is ten feet away.

because this was the end of it. whether Hongjoong liked it or not, his words sparked something within you. you wanted love; pure, irrevocable love, and Hongjoong was never going to give you that. you commend Seonghwa for trying, but you’ve given up. fighting for love was exhausting, and you’ve been out of fuel for a while. the crash with your relationship with Hongjoong was inevitable, and as you walk towards the exit of the club, you feel the familiar ache that came with loving Kim Hongjoong.

but you want to heal, and healing means no more loving those who do not wish to be loved.

except the moment you reach for the door, a hand pulls your arm. you stumble at the abrupt stop, turning and falling into someone’s chest with an “Oof.”

you look up with a glare, ready to tell the person off for grabbing you, until you find dark eyes; familiar, dark eyes.

an unbelieving scoff bubbles out of your throat, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Hongjoong?”

you move to put distance between the two of you, but his arms move to wrap around your waist, holding you firm but gentle. the feeling makes your heart stutter, though the glare on your face does not give it away.

“Y/n… wait, okay?”

he looks absolutely ravishing. gelled back dark hair, narrowed eyes and silvery jewelry lined up his ears. he’s clad in a black button-up, sleeves rolled up to his elbow with dark pants to match. you want to slap him for looking so attractive.

you squirm in his arms, though he does not let up, “Wait for what, you fucking asswipe. Let go of me.”

he frowns at you, face moving closer to yours as you lean back. “Please?” he says quietly, and you wouldn’t have caught it had he not been so close.

you hate the way your movements falter, body subconsciously relaxing in his embrace. you hate the way your heart picks up at the close proximity, never getting used to his presence even if you’ve seen him in more intimate settings. but most of all, you hate your lack of strength. because the truth was, you were weak when it came to Kim Hongjoong. and that was no less true now.

you huff, arms crossing, “Fine. But not here, let’s go outside and talk.”

he graces you with a smile, perfect teeth coming into view and the sight makes you want to melt into a puddle. fuck him and his simultaneously hot yet cute face.

Hongjoong’s arms unwrap themselves from you, and you find yourself missing the warmth. he grabs your hand next, swiftly intertwining his fingers with yours as he pulls you to the exit.

you find yourself in the alley next to the club, leaning on the brick wall as you cross your arms. “So, talk.”

Hongjoong stands before you, looking rather nervous as his hand rubs the back of his neck. “How have you been?” he asks hesitantly. you want to slap him for the nth time tonight.

“Fine, until I saw you. What do you want, Hongjoong, and don’t waste my time.” your brows furrow, eyes coated with fury as you watch him bite his lips as he thinks of what to say.

“I have feelings for you!”

your breath hitches, arms uncrossing, and falling to your sides in shock. of all things, you were not expecting him to say that.

you have been enamored with Hongjoong since the start, but he suggested a ‘no strings-attached’ relationship between the two of you causing you to believe he would never feel the same way. and after your fight two days ago, you had completely given up on him. you cannot fathom hearing him say this now.

he unbuttons the top of his shirt, tugging at the collar as his cheeks heat up. he looks to the side, “I realized after our last night together… and I completely freaked. I know that’s not an excuse, but it’s the truth.”

you watch him with parted lips, and your chest feels warm when you watch the tips of his ears turn red.

“I’m really fucking sorry for everything I said. I woke up with you in my bed, and I realized I wanted that forever and I just… got scared. I was wrong, you aren’t just a distraction; you’re so much more. You mean so much to me it’s terrifying.”

he walks closer to you, hands cradling yours as he brings them to his face, kissing the back of each one gently. “But I don’t care anymore. A life without you is more scary than anything else.”

he seems sheepish as he looks into your eyes, “And I understand if you’re angry, but I would really like it if you could give me another chance.”

you deadpan at him, “Are you done?”

his face drops, looking heartbroken as he nods, unsure.

“Good.” you murmur, letting go of his hands and watching the despair take over his face until you grab his cheeks, pressing your lips to his.

he lets out a surprised sound, hands grabbing onto your shoulders before he reciprocates, sliding his arms around your waist and tugging you closer. he walks forward, pushing you towards the wall as his head dips, deepening the kiss and squeezing your waist. your hands wrap around his neck, sliding into his hair and ruffling the previously slicked back strands.

he pulls away first, and you want to whine. you look up at him with an angry glare, though all he does is chuckle and lean down to peck you once more. your lips chase his, but he moves his face swiftly, head dipping towards your neck as he kisses the skin softly. “Let’s take it slow this time, okay? I want to care for you properly.”

you sigh, wincing slightly as he nibbles on your sensitive skin, soothing the sting with a small lick. “Okay, then why the fuck are you doing all that?”

he brings his head out of your neck, laughing. “Alright, alright, i’ll stop.”

you huff, “I never said to stop, but whatever, let’s go.” you move to turn around and walk away, but his arms immediately grab you and pull you into his chest. you sag into the warmth as you huff once more, “What is it now?”

he kisses your temple, and you feel his chest rumble with another laugh. you don’t see what’s so funny, but you smile at the sound of his joy regardless.

“Just wanted you to wait for me. Let’s go, I’ll take you home.”

Hongjoong drops you home, walking you to your door with a kiss on the lips, and a promise that he would make you happy. so perhaps in the end you did fight for love. you loved, you fought, and you hurt. but as you lay in bed and your eyes begin to close, you realize you don't mind the outcome of your fight.

after all, your weakness didn't have to be a weakness any longer; he would be your strength.

a/n: little drabble while i continue to write my soulmate AU hj fic:>

unofficial tags: @scuzmunkie :>

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stupidlovergirl · 26 days

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"Ugh! So Cliche!" Feat Lucifer and Mammon Word count - 1.5k Dev Notes: Every day I grapple with the fact I'm such a bad poster, oof. Anyways, here's Wonderwall

Lucifer, Enemies To Lovers

Really, you don't know why you're here, all things considered. It was Mammon who had the idea, and he dragged you along with it. You were an innocent bystander, really! So how come YOU have to clean up the hallway after Mammon spilled five gallons of paint down the hallway.

Scrubbing the floor, the light above you is blocked, and the eye roll you give could make history with the exasperation it has, and you look up, expecting your partner in crime to have another bright idea. Yet, when you look up, it is Lucifer, looking down at you with a slight glare. You have to bite your tongue at the want to groan.

“Are you almost finished?” He drones out, and you just look back at the floor, scrubbing at the neon yellow paint.

“What does it look like?”

Thankfully, you were basically done, you were on the last spot, but you’d probably be done sooner, if the marvelous self-proclaimed “Smartest Demon Ever” didn’t run off with his next scheme. Honestly, you just hope he hasn’t got himself caught up in something you can’t save him from. The thoughts of how Mammon’s going to get caught running that “lucky” key chain thing was going to blow up, a thoughtful hum from the first born catches your attention.

“Where is Mammon?” he asks, sounding upset

“I told him he could leave, the cleaner was hurting his hands” that was a lie, it was making yours dry out more than his, but hey, you didn’t want him to get in more trouble than he was in, so you might as well. Another thoughtful hum from Lucifer above you as you finish up on the last spot, dropping the scrubber into the dirty water bucket.

“Good work” is all the first born says, and walks away, footsteps echoing down the hall. What a dick.

This time, it happened with the Anti-Lucifer League. You stand between Belphegor and Satan, looking at Lucifer as he drones on about how “Glitter bombs are prohibited” and that “glitter is already hard to get out, so I can’t fathom why you’d rig my dresser drawers”. Honestly, you're upset with the camera that was set to catch his reaction to it and the fact that it malfunctioned.

“And you” Lucifer cuts through your mind, leveling his gaze at you. “You’re tasked with cleaning and vacuuming out my dresser drawers” You bite your tongue and don’t roll your eyes, no matter how much you want to, and nod. After he sends you all away, you groan loudly, which makes Belphie snicker and Satan smile, before you set off on your tasks.

In the end, if someone said glitter was a torture device made in the Devildom, you’d believe it. This is the third time you’ve had to clean Lucifer’s dresser this week, pulling out the dresser and dumping out the clothes on his bed, and using a cloth to catch some of it. You’re working hard, so when the door opens, it goes unnoticed. It’s only when you feel the warmth of Lucifer’s hand on your back that you realize he’s in the room.

“Yes?” you ask, looking up at him in irritation.

“I need you to move,” he asks, and you scoot away from the bed. He rummages through the clothes on the bed, and gets a pair of socks, and slips them off. You watch him out of the corner of your eye, and it makes you surprised. Lucifer wears sock garters. Oh my god, that’s…honestly kind of hot. You cast your eyes down, cleaning the drawer with more vigor, focusing hard on it to ignore the beating of your heart in your chest. For the second time, Lucifer startles you, this time with two quick pats on one shoulder and his head by your ear

“Good work” he says, voice deep and rumbling, before walking off

Oh. Fuck.

Mammon, Fake Dating

When you woke up this morning, it was the loud rapping against your bedroom door, which was swung open and revealed to be Mammon. Who came chattering about a “couple’s discount” at some where they were selling something he really wanted. You don’t remember much, other than him yanking you out of bed and grabbing some clothes out of your closet and throwing them at you and leaving. It all happened extremely fast, and you were dressed and being pulled out the door, with him rattling out things about how to be a good partner.

“Also, you should probably pick a pet name, I’m letting you choose between babe, darling, and love of my life” he says, that cocky grin on his face as he pulls you in closer, throwing his arm over your shoulders.

“I’ll pass,” you reply, yawning slightly as you walk with him. Really, it’s not much different between your average walks, Mammon always has been kinda touchy, so it’s pretty natural, so once you reach the…you think it’s a fancy jewelry store? It was pretty natural. You walk in, and yeah, there are a lot of couples.

“What are you getting again?”

At your simple question, Mammon groans loudly. “There is this new matching set of watches, and I really want one, and it was said that if you come with a partner you’d get a discount.

“Cool, does that mean I’ll get one too?” you ask, elbowing him in the ribs

“Ughh, I GUESS you can have the other one” he says, though there is a slight smile on his face. As you walk towards the counter, the worker at the bar steps up, and Mammon easily greets them, talking with ease. You look down to the sparkly gems inlaid in metal decors, eyeing them. “I’ll get you that right away!” the worker says, as they walk off.

“This one is really pretty” you say, pointing to a necklace in front of you two. It sparkles behind the glass, enticing people to look at it.

“You want it?” Mammon asks, and your head whips up to look at him, gaping. His head turns immediately as yours does, hiding his face from you. “Are…are you sure?” you ask, voice quiet.

“Yeah, I just got paid and it’s pretty cheap '' Well, that you know is a lie, you can see the price tag right in front of you, but it was sweet to say anyway.

“Nah, it’s fine, I don’t really wear jewelry a whole lot” you say. Soon enough, the sales attendant returns, and Mammon buys the watches and for show he puts it on your wrist. You gasp, awwing at it as he slips his on. He pays with ease, and the two of you walk out.

Which, you think, leads to the problem you’re facing right now. “Mammon! I can’t believe you didn’t read about this!” you say, trying to pry the watch off your wrist as you glare at him.

“How was I supposed to know they were enchanted!” He groans, his own hands trying to yank it off your wrist also. The two of you fight at it, but give up before searching on the internet.

“It says you’re supposed to admit something important” you say, huffing as you look at the details on the website. You sigh, turning off your D.D.D. “Apparently, they were made in some form of couple’s therapy”

“How lame” Mammon replies, picking at the food in his bowl. “Well, what do you have to say?” he says, taking a bite of his noodles.

“It was me who broke your model car and blamed it on Levi” you say, smiling sheepishly as he looks at you in horror.

“I can’t believe you!” he says, placing his hand on his chest

“I panicked!” you reply, laughing awkwardly, trying to take the watch off. You frown, the watch not budging.

“Didn’t work”

“Damn” he replies, frowning.

“I was the one who sold your ring Asmo bought you”

“I thought I lost that!” you say, upset

“I scratched your car on purpose when I was mad at you for blaming that candle incident on me” you say, rubbing your arm slightly

“I used you as an alibi because I was out gambling last night” Mammon replies, scratching his head

“I ate your last slice of cake and lied”

“I told you that top you bought recently looked good on you and it kinda didn’t but you liked it so much I felt bad saying so”

“I gave away that set of hair clips you got me to Asmo”

“I have liked you romantically for a while, but telling you scared me" Mammon says, hiding his face in his hands. You gape, and feel the watch slide off your wrist, and you feel floaty, looking at him.

“You do?” you reach across the table pulling his hands away from his face.

“Yeah” he replies, face red and eyes frightened

“I’ve liked you for a while too” you reply, pulling his hands towards you and kissing the knuckles.

Mammon blinks, a slow smile spreading across.

“Of course! Who wouldn’t love the Great Mammon!” he prattles on, and all you can do is laugh.

#obey me x reader #obswd x reader #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #obey me x you #obswd x you #lucifer x you #mammon x you

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chloessleepystories · 7 months

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We have storms hitting both the east coast and west coast. Could we get a story about storms changing people on a rainy day leading to some steamy nights?

The buzz was insistent, a double, triple buzz. Jeremy hit the button to unlock the front door and a moment later heard her pounding steps coming up the stairs.

“Jesus look at you, you’re soaked!”

Candace was drenched, but smiling, as she crossed the threshold of his apartment. “Whaaat? It’s just a little rain,” she grinned.

He laughed. “You’re an idiot. Let me get a towel.”

She peeled off her sopping sweater as he called from the bathroom, “You know we could have just done this another night.”

“Are you nuts?” she called back. “It’s already hard enough to avoid spoilers online, I’m going to wait another 24 hours before catching up on Ahsoka?”

“Here, try this.” Jeremy was holding out one towel as he threw another on the floor at her feet. “You’re dripping everywhere.”

“Well if you would just share your password like a normal person, I could watch it at my house.” She squeezed the towel around her long hair, then tried to pat dry her skirt.

“I would if I could!” he protested. “You know they’re all cracking down on that shit.” He led the way into his cozy living room. “Anyway, I like sharing it with you.”

“I know. I like coming over here too.” She smiled shyly. He smiled too. After a moment, she looked away. “It’s a … It’s a good thing our apartments are so close together.”

“You mean you walked over here?”

“What?” She was standing by the TV, still dripping everywhere. “It’s just a couple blocks. And it’s a nice warm night.”

“A nice warm night with a freak storm,” Jeremy laughed, reclining on the couch. “You didn’t check the weather forecast before you headed out, huh?”

“Nah. I don’t believe in that stuff, any – ahchoo! - anyway.”

The sneeze didn’t seem that hard, but she swayed dizzily for a moment.

“You don’t believe in … ? What, just a conspiracy of meteorologists, you mean?”

She giggled. “I just mean the forecasts are so often wrong, I don’t even – don’t even – ahchooo!! … Don’t even uh bother … ”

Jeremy stood up, slowly. The first time he thought he was imagining it, but the second time … “Are you feeling all right?”

“What do you mean?”

“I coulda sworn, when you sneezed just then, your … your uh …” He gestured to his chest, unable to say ‘breasts,’ or any of the other synonyms that came to mind. “I mean, it’s a pretty thin top, it doesn’t hide much, like …”

She folded her arms, and pouted, a little cuter pout than he had seen her make before. “Jer, you’re actin’ real weird all of a – all of a …”

There was no denying it this time. Her chest bulged as she let out her biggest sneeze yet. Candace was normally flat as a board, but suddenly her soaking wet top was sticking to – well, there was no other word for it – her sizeable tits.

Her eyes crossed for a moment, and she staggered. When she recovered from the explosion, she looked down and gasped. “What the shit are these?” she said, grasping them with both hands. Her voice seemed a little higher than before, more breathy, but there was an edge of panic to it as well.

“I think you’re coming down with something …” Jeremy said, knowing how dumb it sounded.

“Oh, you think?”

“You should probably uh … you should get out of those wet clothes …?”

She giggled, then mock-scowled. “Oh, nice try, buddy, I see what you’re – I see … I … oh shit”

Ah – CHOOO!!

“Ow ow ow!!” Her voice had climbed another octave. “It hurts!! Je-er, help mee!!”

Her tits were straining the buttons on her shirt, and her tiny bra, usually barely needed, was obviously pinching in several places, trying to hold in the unaccustomed mass. He moved toward her.

“I’m not sure what I’m supposed to – oof!”

She threw her arms around him, held him tight. She pressed her whole, wet body against his, soaking his tee shirt in moments. She was nose to nose. She pushed her bottom lip out and made her eyes big and damp. Jeremy thought she had never looked lovelier. “I need help, please,” she panted.

She was rubbing against the bulge in his jeans. Probably by accident. His erection didn’t care. He licked his lips. “Yeah, yeah, let’s uh … let’s get that off. Do you want to go in the uh …”

She stepped back, and ripped open her top in a desperate moment. A button pinged off one of his bookshelves. In a moment, she was showing him more skin than she ever had in all the years of their friendship – her chest heaving, her arms bare, her hair long and flowing (and could it possibly be longer than before?) and her plain-and-simple bra laboring with the effort of holding back the swelling melons.

Jeremy swept a palm across his forehead. Was it getting warm in here? He was wet with sweat. Wet with something – he plucked at his damp tee shirt, which was sticking to him. He rubbed his jean-covered thigh, which was spongy with water too and likewise sticking … like, were his jeans shrinking?

“Now, now listen uh – ”

“Here, here,” she turned around to show him her almost-bare back, and he broke out in sweats again. “I can’t reach it! Can you get it?” He barely registered how high-pitched her voice was now, so distracted by trying to figure out what she was asking. After a moment, it clicked, and he sprang forward to fumble with the clasp of her bra.

As soon as he had it undone, the cups flew off her boobs to land on the carpet two feet away. Her tits, released, sprang out and wobbled around like nothing he had seen outside ridiculous anime porn, as she swung around toward him. She was topless, and he grasped his swelling cock through his jeans. She was topless in his apartment, and she looked like a wet-dream cartoon.

Sounded like one too. “Ohhh!! Thank you thank you!!” she chirped. “That’s sooo much better!!!” Her eyes went to where his hand was kneading his erection, and she licked his lips. “And I know what would make it better still …”

In a moment, she was pressed against him again, her wet jugs soaking his tight tee shirt further. She stripped the shirt off him with flattering haste, catching his ear painfully with the fabric, then ran her hands over his bare chest. “Mmmm … such muscles …”

Jeremy raised his eyebrows, fumbled for words. A skinny dork, he’d never considered himself muscled but … he had to agree she was right.

She dragged her boobs down his body, falling to her knees, fumbling with his belt. “I need it, I need it,” she whimpered.

“Candace … Candace, don’t you think we should …”

“Unh uh!” she giggled, shaking her head. “Call me Candi, I think I like that better …”

She jerked down pants and underpants in one movement, and gasped at the erection inches from her face. Her eyes crossed a bit, dazed, and … was she actually drooling, a little?

She swirled her tongue around the helmet, then took a couple inches of the shaft into her mouth. It swelled between her lips, and she looked up at him, his cock in her mouth, and winked.

Candi let the cock out of her mouth with a pop. She held up her heavy melons with both hands and whispered, “I know where this belongs …”

Jeremy’s shaft slid between her swaying funbags, still slick with the storm’s rain and Candi’s sweat, and as she held her tits around it, he began to stroke it up and down against her wet skin. It grew. And grew. And grew, to a length and thickness he absolutely knew it had never possessed before.

And as it did, he felt his brain grow more sluggish. His eyelids drooped. He looked at the bimbo on her knees before him with an animal lust. “Couch. Arm,” he grunted, his voice much lower than usual. “Now.”

She draped herself over the arm of his couch, flipping up her skirt. He snatched the panties off her trembling legs in an instant, and speared her gushing cunt with his thick monster cock. She screamed out in pain and ecstasy …

As the rain came down all over the city. All over thousands of unsuspecting strangers …

An hour later, Candace and Jeremy lay sprawled on his carpet, panting. After a lot more exertion than either was used to, and months’ worth of orgasms crammed into one night, they were finally feeling a little more like themselves.

“What the fuck was that,” Candace said, in something closer to her usual tone of voice. Her breasts were no longer coconut sized, but they were still healthy large apples. Or maybe oranges, thought Jeremy.

Or maybe I’m just hungry.

He had expended a lot of energy, after all.

“I don’t know, but it was amazing, that’s for sure,” he rasped.

“We should uh … ” She sat up, looking around. Where was a glass of water when you needed one. She was powerfully thirsty. “Maybe we should hit the shower? Wash off the rest of it?”

“… Together?” he suggested.

“Why not? I think we’ve broken down that barrier.” She smiled. “You’ve been abusing all my holes for an hour, I think you’ve earned soaping up my bottom.”

Jeremy got slowly to his feet, cricked his neck. He was glad she still wanted to be friends. Maybe … maybe be more than friends. “Or …” he said.

She put out a hand, and he helped her up. “Or?”

He looked to the window, where rain was still spattering the panes.

“Or we could go outside and dance in the rain.”

Candace looked to the window. Her eyes slid to Jeremy’s smile.

And she grinned.

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astr0-philia · 1 month

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟞: 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕠𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕁𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤?

Prolouge 1 2 3 4 5 6 7(ongoing)

[Third Person]:

'This is not good'

Hurried footsteps resounded in the halls and were increasing by the moment. Our protagonist was sprinting around in the hallway trying to find her class 1D. It was 10:30 am in the morning and it was not good. [Y/n] was beyond pissed that she missed not one but two of her first classes of the day. She absolutely hated being tardy to any of her classes. (She had tutors at the palace that taught her.)

'I just need to go to gym class and check in to my class.....now where the hell is it.....'

This wouldn't have happened if Ace DIDN'T piss off Grim, and she DIDN'T wake up late. Partially it was her fault but she chose to ignore it due to her panic and anger.

As she ran without a care ignoring her surroundings she rushed to find a door labeled 1D.

Yes, that was the name of her class.

What was supposed to be a 5 minute search turned in to a 20 minute scavenger hunt, she was getting tired by the second and her pace was slowing down.

She was giving up .

Dragging her feet across the floor, she sulked at her own misery.

'Why is this happening! I didn't do anything wrong, I was just trying to find my class. Why did I have too meet those idiots anyway?! I could have just ignored them and I could have gotten to class earlier. I even got in trouble......I hate this......I HATE THIS.'

Tears welled up in her eyes as she was lost in her thoughts. Just as she reached the end of the hallway [Y/n] wiped her tears turning to the next corner to check.

Wait what-

Huh....HUH?????

'Oh thank the heavens!'

The door labeled 1D. [Y/n] couldn't be even happier in her life. Not even waiting for a second she starts to speed-walk towards the door with accelerating speeds finding it hard to stop due to her adrenaline.

'I PRAISE THE GREATER LORD WHO HELPED ME FIND THIS DOOR. Thank you, thank you, thank you-'

Then she bumped into something hard-

"Oof-"

"UuAugh-" an unknown voice grumbled.

"Dammit what's with me and bumping into things nowadays…." [Y/n] mumbled as she rubbed her head as it slightly throbbed in pain.

[Y/n] looked up at the man she had bumped in to.

'Damn he hot-'

The guy [Y/n] had bumped in to had light green hair which was slicked back making a clean look. He had fair and pale skin. His eyes were also a beautiful yellow-green with vertical-slit pupils and pointed eyelashes. (Thank Twisted wonderland wiki for this description 😭)

He wore a green armband contrasting her own. The color defining him as a student from the dorm of Diasomania. The boy had his head down, causing a shadow to cover his face and making it hard for her to see his facial expression.

As soon as she started to apologize. "Excuse me sir I am very sor-"

"YOU DARE BUMP INTO ME FOOLISH MORTAL" bellowed the green haired man interrupting her in the middle of her sentence. He drew closer to [Y/n]'s face with every word.

[Y/n] stepped back at the sudden proximity between them and, physically tensed at his insult.

"Well I'm sorry! I was just trying to get to my class!" retorted back [y/n] in rising anger. "I was ALSO trying to apologize to you idiot!" Jabbing his chest at every word she had spoken.

'To THINK I thought this guy was HOT'

"WELL I AM PRETTY SURE YOU WERE NOT TRYING TO" said the green haired man flinging her hand away from his chest in great momentum. The guy was fuming and so was she.

"I WAS"

"YOU WEREN'T"

"I WAS"

"YOU WERE-"

"Ehhm......" A voice interrupted the angry green haired boy.

Both the teens snapped their heads towards the man with fury.

The man was nonetheless shocked at the amount of fury the duo had in their but choose to ignore that.

"Stop this nonsense at once!" The man commanded in a demanding tone, causing both of them to back away from each other and face him.

The man looked quite unique at first sight. He had hair which was partitioned with 2 colors: black and white. He wore a suit and tie also partitioned with black and white matching his hair. He also wore a very fluffy looking black and white overcoat.

'Bro is the obsessed with black and white I see'

"What are you children doing here at this time, shouldn't you both be in classes?" Asked the man, as he looked at them suspiciously. He looked at them with the eyes of a predator, staring them down and examining them cautiously.

Then his eyes widened.

"You aren't doing any funny business are you?" Questioned the man looking even more suspicious and concerned than before.

'Funny business 😨, I can't imagine doing anything with this bastard!' [Y/n] grimaced at thought

"SIR I AM SORRY BUT I WOULD NEVER DO ANY FUNNY BUSINESS WITH THIS CREATURE" Shouted the green haired boy with displeasure at the thought of [Y/n]

'I can feel all the spit coming out of his mouth right now.'

"Hey! That's not nice" [Y/n] screamed as she slapped his arm as hard as she could in retaliation to his statement.

"Well children-" interrupting the chaos they were creating again the man said. "-I am Divius Crewel teacher of potionology in this school-" towering over them as he stated "-once again I must ask why are you two out right now and not in your classes?" ending his statement, looking at us judgmentally waiting for our answer.

"SIR I AM FROM CLASS 1D AND I WAS GOING TO THE FIELD FOR PHYSICAL EDUCATION BEFORE I BUMPED IN TO THIS CREATURE" answered the green haired boy screaming in the teachers face.

'HE'S IN MY CLASS????? Can't my luck get even worse.....'

Crewel then wiped his face looking disgusted, looked at the green haired boy again and asked another question.

"What is your name boy"

"MY NAME IS SEBEK ZIGVOLT SIR" The green haired boy now known as Sebek replied.

"Boy, will you stop with the SCREAMING?" bellowed Crewel angrily.

Sebek, startled by the scolding, just huffed and nodded at Mr.Crewel.

*Huff*

"Well now young lady......what class might you be from and where are you planning to go?"

'I was so not ready for this'

"Well sir......I am also from class 1D and I am also searching for the field for physical education....."

*Cue Sebek with the offended gasp*

"I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M IN THE SAME CLASS AS YOU-"

"WELL ME NEITHER NIT-WIT"

"This is why I will never have children..." mumbled Crewel.

"NOW NOW CHILDREN-" raising his voice as he spoke.

"-I will not tolerate this behavior anymore-" If looks could kill [Y/n] and Sebek would have been in their graves right now.

"-now follow me quickly, I will lead you to your classes." He swiftly turned around as if signaling them to follow him.

[Y/n] mockingly pushing Sebek to the side quickly started to follow Crewel Leaving the poor boy in the dust.

"This bit**" mumbled Sebek as he ran towards them quickly to reach them.

They were walking through the same halls [Y/n] had been running through a while ago. It felt like she was backtracking back the way she had ran away from.

'How could I be so stupid?'

The halls looked like the halls [Y/n] had walked through in the beginning of her time here. Green flames spewing out of fire holders. The same wooden carved doors, and the same bricks that towered over them creating walls. Though this experience was not as pleasant as the previous.

She could already feel the dread piling up inside of herself. Not only had she gotten in trouble with the headmaster but she had also gotten in trouble with another teacher that would possibly teach her.

Oh lets not forget about the brat.

[Y/n] could feel Sebek's furious gaze on her as they walked down the hall in silence. It showed how much he resented her right now. He's probably mad because they got in trouble. She was getting kind of annoyed by his stare, so she turned around to acknowledge Sebek's stare.

To say the least, he was quite surprised at the fact that [Y/n] had turned around to look at him, but nonetheless his anger returned and he once again started to look at me angrily.

'Heh lets see who wins this staring contest.'

As they continued to stare at each other the tension grew between them. If a bystander had looked at them they would have thought they were in love, but nonetheless the contest went on.

As the duo kept on staring at each other, Sebek couldn't help but notice how beautiful [Y/n] looked at the moment. Her [e/c] eyes were glowing in the sunlight from the window with confidence he had never seen before. The strands of her [h/c] hair framed her face. Her face looked like a sculpture sculpted by Michelangelo. Her face was alluring, and Sebek couldn't deny it at all.

Sebek stuck in a trance couldn't help but blink in reflex looking at [Y/n].

'Hah! I knew I would win.' thought [y/n] as she smirked unknowing of the boy's thoughts.

[Y/n] came closer to Sebek. Snapping him out his trance, and confusing him at the action. At the moment they were so close that if either one of them had moved an inch would kiss immediately.

As [Y/n] drew closer she turned her head a little left reaching his ear and whispering "I won~"

Sebek quickly drew back as quickly as he could, flustered by the girl's action. Turned his head toward the side as he blushed like crazy. [Y/n] being as oblivious as she is giggled in glee not noticing him blush.

Crewel just walked in front of them oblivious of the fact that they were both having a staring contest at the back. Not that he cared enough to notice.

As they walked further down the hall. Some doors ahead there was a ray of light passing through an opened door at the front. When they reached the door, Professor Crewel opened the door with great force, causing a slam to be heard throughout the hallway.

The sound shocked both Sebek and [Y/n] to the core.

As they went out into the field, their eyes stung as the sun contrasted the dark and gloomy nature of the hallways inside the building.

'My eyes.....'

The sounds of students chattering and running throughout the fields could be heard.

"Well pups, here's your class."

"Thank you so much Professor Crewel" replied [Y/n] with utmost gratefulness.

"THANK YOU SIR"

"Now now, your welcome pups, and I should see no more fights between you pups." he stated pointing at both of them individually before turning to leave to go back into the building. Leaving both Sebek and [Y/n] in the sun.

"Well brat you ready to go face P.E.?"

"YOU'RE LUCKY YOU'RE A GIRL OR I WOULD I PUNCH YOU RIGHT HERE AND NOW."

'Heh....but ya can't'

Sebek kept on spewing threats to [Y/n] as they walked to the instructor.

The teacher looked basically like a knock-off version of hulk. He had bulking muscles, and he ALSO wore a tight shirt making it look like he wanted to emphasize muscles. He also wore TIGHT pants, she swore to god that she would not specify what she just saw..... (R.I.P. [Y/n] 💀)

The teacher then noticed the duo walking to him and grinned like a maniac.

"Hello children. I am Ashton Vargas, the teacher for P.E. what may I help you with today?" asked in an enthusiastic tone.

"Well Professor Vargas we were supposed to come to this class, but somehow got lost and reached now! What are we supposed to do for the class.....?"

"YES PROFESSOR VARGAS WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO?"

Professor Vargas sweatdropped as he replied "Well children you have come at the wrong time. Since the class-"

*Ring, Ring*

"-has ended"

Shocked at the revelation both Sebek and [Y/n] stood there mouth wide open and confused.

"Well now I need to go and dismiss my class. Now run along to lunch now."

[Y/n] snapping out of her daze looked at Sebek and asked "Do you know where the cafeteria is?" Feeling embarrassed that she did not know where the cafeteria was.

Scoffing, Sebek smirked at [Y/n] raising his eyebrow trying to tease the poor girl.

'Why the fuck is this guy so annoying 😭'

"WELL I GUESS I COULD HELP. Though you have to repay the favor when I do need help." replied to [Y/n]in a normal tone for the first time.

"WOAH? Sebek talking in a classroom voice, that's so rare!"

"SHUT UP!"

So basically what happened next was that Sebek being a nice brat helped [Y/n] get to the cafeteria with no issues. Then ditched her to go sit with his friends on the Diasomania dorm table at the farthest end of the cafeteria.

'Then again I thought we were friends for a sec'

As she went to the line to get her lunch. She remembered something.

'Oh shit I forgot to take my purse from my box didn't I......'

Welp, I guess that meant no lunch for her. So she went towards the hallway to walk around and explore. It was quite interesting I must say all the paintings and every-

'OH SHIT I FORGOT I HAVE TO GO HELP CLEAN WINDOWS WITH YUU TODAY!'

As if she was sonic she turned around and ran as fast she could to the place where she was supposed to meet Yuu. As she reached the empty area of the hallway she noticed two people in the distance. A human and a small pet looking thing- that was probably Grim. So she ran to them to meet them.

"Hi Yuu!"

Startled by her sudden appearance the poor boy stuttered his response "O-oh Hi [Y-[Y/n]"

"Gah! Took you long enough to come! We were waiting for ages." complained Grim as he was tired of staying in one spot the whole time.

"How about I carry you so you don't have to feel tired, Grim?" [Y/n] asked Grim with a big smile on her face.

Grim stunned by the innocent gesture and smile couldn't help but feel giddy. "W-well I mean sure..."

So [Y/n] picked him up and in to her arms. As if on instinct Grim snuggled up in to [Y/n]'s arms like a baby would do in a mothers. Grim had never felt so happy in his life.

"Well then [Y/n] now that you are here we are just waiting for Ace." Yuu exclaimed.

"Well then we just wait then."

"What's buggin' me is, Ace ain't even here yet! To make us wait, after what he did... Grrr!"

*15 minutes later*

".........."

"..............And now he's super late! I bet he up and bailed on us!" Grim exclaimed in anger while punching the air in anger.

"I didn't actually think he would bail out of it...." [Y/n] mumbled as she thought of the boy's behavior. "At second thought he probably would" She said once again, sweat dropping.

"We should look for him." said Yuu calmly as he gestured to us to follow him around the hall.

As we walked around. Once again plenty of paintings were hung on the wall but there was a specific painting that caught [Y/n]’s eye. It was a picture of a beautiful soldier on top of a snow white horse in a meadow. It looked beautiful.

As she went closer to the painting-

"Hey! Ace! Get over here! Try to hide from me, will ya! Huh... Maybe there's really no one here?" Grim shouted out trying to catch the attention of the redhead who was nowhere to be seen. Startling the girl.

"Oh, I wouldn't say that, I'm here." Another voice rang out from somewhere. It came from the painting [Y/n] was looking at.

The three of them looked quite confused from where it came. Then [Y/n] spoke up announcing something.

"Guys.....I think the painting I was looking at just talked....."

"Yes girl, indeed it was me who talked." Once again the same painting on the wall spoke in a confident voice.

"Bwaaah! That painting just talked!" Grim exclaimed in fear as he dropped out of [Y/n]'s arms to hide behind Yuu's legs.

"Yes, and...? (Slay arianna grande) Is a talking painting really such an oddity at this school?"

"Well I mean......" Yuu muttered in awe.

"The lady in the portrait on that wall talks too. As does the gentleman in the portrait on this one."

"But we haven't heard a single one of them talk!" exclaimed [Y/n] in disbelief

'Are all these paintings able to talk too 😨'

"As long as a painting has a mouth, why wouldn't it be able to talk? Is that really so strange?"

"Of course it's so strange! You don't see paintings talkin' around here man!" Grim said to the painting on the wall.

"In fact, yes. Paintings don't usually talk." Yuu also stated backing up Grim's statement.

"Well, your "usual" and my "usual" clearly differ. Shall we agree to disagree on the matter?"

"Sure.....?" [Y/n] said unsure of the answer she had said.

'Can this end already we need to find Ace!' [Y/n] thought while getting impatient.

"Now, you seem to be searching for someone." Finally asked the painting to them.

"So we're looking for a guy-" As Yuu started to explain the situation and tell who we were searching for.

"We're lookin' for this guy called Ace. He's got messy hair and a heart drawn on his face." Grim interrupted Yuu clearly annoyed of how slow this conversation was going on.

"Ah, I know the one. A new student, I believe? Today was his first day at school. I think he went back to his dorm a while ago." Sated the painting making Grim even more fidgety and impatient than before.

"Myaaah! So it's true! He's tryin' to ditch us! Do you know which way he went?"

"Well then let's go quick before we miss the guy totally!" exclaimed [Y/n] as she started to walk towards the mirror hall gesturing for the duo to follow her.

"The door to the dorms is in the eastern building." stated the painting.

"Let's chase after him, [Y/n], Yuu!"

"Let's go! Let's go!" said Yuu, pushing both [Y/n] and Grim forward. To increase their speed.

"Yeah right, like I'm gonna have a hundred windows. I'm just gonna go back and—" Said Ace gleefully skipping towards his dorms, happy he got out of cleaning the windows, unknowing of the danger following him.

"AHA! GOTCHA, PUNK!" Exclaimed Grim catching the redhead's attention.

"Oh no! They saw me!"

"Stop right there, pal! No fair gettin' a head start! Wait!" Grim exclaimed trying to make Ace stop.

"Stop ditching your responsibilities and actually do something good for once!" said Yuu, getting annoyed at the boy's antiques.

"Who in their right mind would ever wait?! See ya!" Ace shouted at the trio before running away at full speed.

Then of course they had to run after him.

'How many fu**ing times do I have to actually run today....'

They ran and ran and ran. Ace however did not stop. It seemed very determined to get them off his tail and get out of cleaning the windows.

"Eh..?" Suddenly an unfamiliar voice resounded in the halls as they ran.

"Outta my way!" Ace screeched out pushing the poor boy to the side with great force as he continued to run foward with speeds she didn't think he could run.

"Hey! What gives?!" said the stranger.

The boy that she saw had blue hair and shining blue eyes. He wore the same dorm band and uniform as Ace signifying that he was from the same dorm as him. He also had shining blue eyes the matched his hair. On his face was drawn a spade, just like how Ace had a heart drawn under his eye.

"Help us!"

"Please, stop him!"

"Myah! Get him now"

All three of them screamed at the poor boy startling him.

"You want me to cast a spell to stop him?" asked the blue haired boy curiously as he also started running with the trio following after Ace.

"YES! PLEASE DO IT QUICK!" exclaimed [Y/n] as she was starting to huff and puff from the exhaustion of running too much.

"Like, freeze his legs? Or bind them with a rope? Or maybe I could... Hmm... No..."

"I don't care how! Just do something! Anything!" Grim screamed at him in annoyance.

'Just do it quickly-'

"Anything?! Anything, huh... Alright! Here goes anything! I summon thee... something heavy!"

*Poof*

There was a black object falling from the sky and was falling towards Ace as he ran ahead confidently. The black thing fell on Ace with great force falling on his back causing him to fall on to the ground with a heavy thud.

"Bwaaah?! Wha?! A pot?!" Ace shrieked in pain as he glanced at the object that had fallen on him.

As the four of them reached Ace. [Y/n] couldn't help but wince at the sight of the object that had fallen on Ace.

'Wtf bro is that a fucking cauldron.....?'

One question rang through each of their heads.....how did this guy not break his back?

"Ah ha ha ha ha! Look, [Y/n], look!-" Grim cackled as he pointed to Ace on the floor. "That Ace guy got crushed beneath a giant cauldron! It squashed him flat! Aha ha ha! That's what you get!" He stated completely unconcerned that, it could have broken his back.

'Never back down, never what.....'

"A cauldron?! I wasn't expecting that. I may have overdone it this time..." The stranger was clearly shocked at what he had manifested with his magic at the moment of panic.

"Well, we weren't either." mumbled Yuu under his breath.

As Ace sat up with great pain, his face grimaced and he shouted out in pain. "Owwww! What are you bothering me for? You guys coulda just banged out the work yourself!"

"You did this to yourself, you must face the consequences." [Y/n] said sternly ignoring any whines of pain Ace made.

"There's no "banging out" a hundred windows!" Yuu exclaimed, backing up her statement.

"So why do you have to wash a hundred windows as punishment? What the heck did you do?!? asked Deuce in a concerned voice.

"So basically-"

"I was just screwing with that furball a little." Side-eyeing Grim meticulously. "...Okay, and the statue of the Queen of Hearts got a teeny bit charred. Sue me." Ace stated cutting of Yuu once again.

'How many times is the poor boy going to get interrupted....'

Yuu, disheartened at the interruption, had sadness etched on his face. [Y/n] being a nice person she patted his shoulders to make him feel better.

"You charred and set fire on one of the statues of the great seven!??" exclaimed the boy in pure horror. " No wonder he flew off the handle at you!"

"Oh, shut up." yelled Ace angriliy and really annoyed with the boy. "Who are you, anyway?"

"My name is Deuce. Deuce Spade." Said the boy glancing at Ace with a questioning gaze. "Don't you remember your own classmate?"

"You don't remember my name either, do you?" Ace started smirking at the fact that even Deuce did not know his name.

"That's not the point!" Deuce yelled at Ace, flustered at his question. "You shouldn't try to shirk an order from the headmage!"

"Okay- So since we're all introducing ourselves-" Yuu said smiling at Deuce. "-my name's Enma Yuuken, but you can call me Yuu."

"Ah! I'm [Y/n], by the way!"

"Yeah, yeah, message received... Fine, let's bang out the windows already. Huh...?" Ace scoffed as he turned around to look at us.

'Uh, oh......where the hell is Grim????'

"The furball! He's gone!"

"Ah ha ha ha! I'll let you three handle the rest! See ya, suckers!" exclaimed Grim before running again.

"Didn't we just get Ace to listen!" exclaimed Yuu in annoyance. "Grim, come back here now!"

'What in the fucking tom and jerry is this....'

"You caught me so YOU could run away yourself?!" Ace said clearly annoyed at the running Grim. "Hey uh- Juice!"

"It's Deuce! With a D!" yelled ast Ace. "It's not Juice!"

"This is partially your responsibility, you know!" he screamed at Deuce while running. "So help me catch that little furball!"

"Why is it my responsibility!??"

"Oh just run Deuce!" Yuu exclaimed, clearly irritated.

"Grim's useless janitor friend can't use magic-"

"Oh but you haven't seen me run-" exclaimed [Y/n] before speeding up and running faster than she ever could leaving the three in the dust.

Yuu, Deuce, and Ace, shocked at the girl's speed, tried to follow her matching her speed but failed at their attempts.

Grim was up ahead running to get out of trouble but as he started to slow down he heard increasing footsteps behind him. He was not prepared for what he saw next.

A furious [Y/n] sprinting across the hallway towards him at great speeds. He then once again turned around and ran. He was totally not ready for this. Behind both of the trio were also running, trying to gain enough momentum and speed to reach them.

As they reached the cafeteria, Grim somehow climbed up the chandelier above the cafeteria to find solace from the 4 humans.

As all of them gathered around the bottom , [Y/n] couldn't help but scream in annoyance at the arrogance Grim was showing.

"GRIM ENOUGH WITH THIS NONSENSE!" Shrieked [y/n] shocking the people around her. "GET DOWN HERE AT ONCE!"

"How about we think of some ideas to get him down from there." Yuu said trying to calm the situation down.

"What could I summon to hold onto him...?" pondered Deuce as he put his hands below his chin. "Hmmm... Oh! That's it!"

"Did you come up with somethi- Oh, hey!" Squeaked Ace in surprise as he saw what Deuce was doing. "Stop! What are you doing?! Why are you pointing your pen at me?!" Yelled in panic.

"Hey Deuce let's calm down and not do something reckless- '' [Y/n] said, getting in between the pen and Ace.

"I'm going to launch you." stated Deuce calmly as he pushed [Y/n] aside with a small shove, aiming once again at Ace.

"Bwaaah! Put me down!" screeched Ace as he started to float mid-air as Deuce got ready to launch him. "Deuce plan Abort! ABORT!"

"I've got him in my sights, and... Go!" completely ignoring Ace's pleas he launched him towards the chandelier at great speeds.

"BWAAAAAAAH!"

*BOOM*

The three below the chandelier watched in horror as the magnificent chandelier fell from the top of the roof towards them. In panic they spread out quickly away from its landing spot and hid behind anything they could find. As they looked back they saw the chandelier fall down in front of them with fear reflecting in their eyes.

'I can't believe that just happened.....'

"ACE, GRIM!" Both [Y/n] and Yuu ran forwards in to the wreckage to get the two out of the debris. Leaving Deuce to flounder at the scene like a fish.

"Deuce! How could you be so stupid!" exclaimed Yuu trying to pull Ace out of the Debris.

"I cannot believe you just did that!" grumbled Ace as he got pulled out by Yuu. "You could have killed us!"

"Myaaah..." Grim mumbled as [Y/n] pulled Grim from the debris and in to her arms. Then he fainted.

" I probably should have come up with a way to soften your landing" stated Deuce uncaringly.

Ace suddenly got up and dash toward Deuce grabbing Deuce's collar. "You complete and total moron!" Ace screamed in Deuce's face. "We got Grim, but we broke the chandelier! If the headmage finds out about this-"

Suddenly Crowley out of nowhere appeared in the room. "If I find out about... what, dear Ace?"

"Gah! Headmaster Crowley!" Gasped Yuu in disbelief.

"You children again!" Crowley exclaimed as he saw the wreckage created by the group of students. "What did you do?"

"So uhh basically-" Yuu started to speak but was shut down by [Y/n]

"We broke the chandelier"

'I am so sorry Yuu-'

"I can see that but how???" exclaimed Crowley in displeasure. "I can't believe you did this! Burning a statue wasn't enough for you? Now you've destroyed a chandelier?!"

They all synchronized their voices as they said. "We are so sorry-"

Then Crowley dropped the bomb. "You all are expelled."

"EXPELLED?!!!" Both Ace and Deuce screeched in disbelief.

"Headmage, please!" pleaded Deuce as Crowley looked at him with pity. "Give me a second chance! I can't get expelled from this school!"

'I kinda feel sorry for him...' thought [y/n] as she saw the scene displayed before her.

"Then blame yourself for your own foolish behavior." Crowley replied unsympathetically.

"Sir! We'll try to pay for the expenses sir pls!"

"This chandelier is made of magic, created by a legendary artificer." stated crowley in a stern voice. "Its candles are powered by a magical energy source, enchanted so that they will burn for eternity."

“How much would it cost then?” Yuu asked with curiosity and impatience.

“A Billion Thaumarks.” stated Crowley

“A BILLION THAUMARKS?!” screamed Deuce. He looked as if someone showed him his worst nightmare…….you know what? This probably is his worst nightmare.

“Sir, will you not be able to fix it, sir?” Asked Ace with hope in his tone.

"I'm afraid I can't do that young man.." said Crowley. "Even magic has its limits."

‘This world is so freaky af.’

"A magestone cannot easily be replaced. I fear the candles of this majestic chandelier will never burn again."

"This is bad...." Ace mumbled under his breath, but it was loud enough for everyone else to hear.

"No Ace this is really bad!" Yuu exclaimed.

"What am I going to do?! How am I going to tell my mother...?" Deuce looked like he was punched in the gut by an elephant. His expression looked so grave, it looked like he just came from a funeral. Bro is not having a good day.

"Ah...! But there may be on way."

"Really!" exclaimed the group of students altogether.

"The magestone that powered this chandelier was mined from the Dwarfs' Mine," said Crowley. "If you get the stone with the same properties, we might be able to fix it."

"Sir if I with your permission, can go to the dwarf's mine?" Deuce asked sincerely ready to face the consequences.

"Me too sir!" Ace followed Deuces lead.

"Me three" So did Yuu.

"I guess me too....." Then grudgingly so did [Y/n].

"I must warn you it is highly likely that the magestones have already been mined a long time ago." stated the headmage waiting for their reactions.

"I will do anything to avoid expulsion, sir!" Deuce exclaimed, as everyone nodded at his statement.

"Hmmm... Very well, then. I will suspend your expulsion for a single night."

"Thank you very much sir!" said the group in synchronization.

As the Headmage heard their 'Thank you's' he left the cafeteria in a hurry. Before leaving fully he screamed to them "You should be able to reach the Dwarfs' Mine instantly by using one of the gates in the Mirror Chamber." and slammed the doors behind him as he left with flare.

"Yes sir!"

Then grim woke up from his little nap due to the loud noise made by the door. "Myah! Wh-? Where am I?!"

"Hah.....let's go guys we don't want to get expelled....." Yuu commanded in a tired tone.

Ace rubbed his head in annoyance. "Maaan... How did I end up in this mess? I swear, I have the worst luck."

"Dude look at my luck....I just wanted to get to class." mumbled [Y/n].

"We don't have time to complain. Let's go. Dark Mirror! Take us to the Dwarfs' Mine!" Deuce exclaimed with enthusiasm getting ready to walk out the door.

'I choose the worst time to come to this school....'

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Author's Note:

Hi guys! Sorry for the delay I had like 30 writers blocks on Thursday and had no idea what to write.

Hope you guys like this chapter! Have a nice day or night.

#twst #twisted wonderland #ace trappola #deuce spade #enma yuuken #sebek zigvolt #divius crewel #ashton vargas #twisted wonderland x reader #various x reader #x reader #twst x reader #twst grim

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I P I C T U R E M Y F U T U R E W I T H Y O U

Summary: Your first trip to Jupiter has you and Christian discussing a future you could enjoy together.

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes & Yes

Song Inspo: Share Your Address - Ben Platt

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, fluff, boyfriend!christian, archaeologists!reader (self indulgent because HISTORY), dom!christian, sub!reader, dirty talk, pet names (baby, sweetheart, good girl...), praise kink, degradation kink, public sex, boat sex (???), hair pulling, slight choking, teasing, begging, thigh riding, oral (female receiving), fingering, checking in, aftercare, talks of marriage, talks of the future, the reader comes from a big family (that's my own self indulgent right there, sorry), not proofread

Notes: so this essentially could act as like a prequel of sorts to my dad!christian piece (which can be found here). also, the smut was going to be a lot longer but unfortunately i could get it to flow right, so i ultimately gave up on adding more. feedback is always appreciated, like please it let's me know if i'm doing it right. the end is clunky, i know, you don't have to tell me. anyway, enjoy!!

With one hand left on the wheel, the other creeps around your waist, his fingers hooking around a belt loop to pull you close. A giggle pushes past your lips as you shake your head. "Two hands on the wheel, perhaps?" You suggest, feeling his hand slip inside the back pocket of your denim shorts.

He casts his eyes in your direction, the ghost of a grin printed on his lips and a playful glint in his eyes. "My hands are right where they need to be," he replies, chuckling as he catches you rolling your eyes. You mumble something under your breath about him being cheesy, but he doesn't quite catch it. He's too distracted by his wandering eyes.

"Eh, eyes front and centre, buddy," you jab your finger softly into his side, causing a low 'oof' sound to fall off his lips. He had been taking not-so-subtle glances at your chest since you had changed into the bikini. It was a new piece purposely purchased for your first time staying at his place in Jupiter, so seeing you for the first time in this new cobalt blue set was driving him crazy. He wanted his hands on every single part of you. "I don't want my first time on a boat to end with us capsizing because you've got the hormones of a teenage boy who has just discovered the ancient art of wanking," you joke, shaking your head.

"Oh, I love it when you speak dirty to me," he counters, chuckling once more as you give him a not-so-amused stare.

He sighs happily. This was all he had wanted since the start of your relationship a little over a year ago. You and him, together, in a place that made him happy. He wanted to bring you to Jupiter on his last summer break, but you were hesitant about meeting his parents and the rest of his family so early into your relationship. Amd he respected that. But now his family loved you; you were close with his sister, his brother asked more questions about what you were up to than he cared to ask about Christian, and his parents regarded you as one of the family. He almost didn't like how well you got on with his dad, mainly because he was the target of many, many jokes.

"What's today's 'Fact of the Day'?" Christian asks, pulling you even closer to his side.

"Let's see," you hum, leaning your head against him. 'Fact of the Day' was something Christian had come up with. It was a way for him to learn something new and exciting daily. "Christopher Columbus probably wasn't at fault for introducing syphilis to Europe," you tell him, peering up to see him looking a little bewildered, "you know, the guy who supposedly first discovered the Americas."

"What do you mean supposedly?" He quickly asks, frowning as he quickly glances down at you. "I thought he was the guy who discovered the New World?"

"Well, technically, it is now believed that Vikings had landed on American shores long before Columbus ever did," you explain to him, placing a chaste kiss against the side of his chest, "but back to syphilis, so shortly after 1493, when Columbus and his crew sailed back to Spain, there was an epidemic all across Europe, with many historians and archaeologists buying into the Columbian theory, that Columbus and his crew were to blame for this outbreak. And the evidence for this theory comes from the bone lesions believed to be a result of Treponemal diseases like syphilis found on the skeletons of Native Americans who had died before Columbus's arrival."

Christian tried to follow along as best as he could. He learnt quickly that you tended to get excited talking about all things historical, often speaking at a pace that was sometimes hard to keep up with. One minute you could be rambling about one topic, and whilst he was just getting to grips with that first topic, you could've already moved onto a second topic.

"But they weren't to blame?" He asks, aiding you to stay on topic.

"No," he light-heartedly chuckles as you shake your head enthusiastically, "well, not necessarily. More recent studies on skeletal remains, some that are as early as the 14th Century - so before Columbus - have similar lesions on them, which suggests that there were already strains of syphilis in Europe."

"That's it?" He asks, quickly glancing at you, "that's my 'Fact of the Day'?"

"Yep," you pop the p, "that's your 'Fact of the Day'."

He leans over to you and presses a kiss on your cheek. "You look fucking gorgeous, by the way," he whispers into your ear, slipping his hand out of your pocket to cheekily squeeze your bum. You jump a little, gasping as you do. There must have been something in the air because you had never known him to be so handsy. And you were more than well aware that you weren't far enough away for his neighbours not to see. "I always love seeing you in blue," he continues, all movements of the boat ceasing as he takes his hand off the wheel.

"Christian," you warn, checking over your shoulders, but clearly he doesn't seem to mind displaying his affection for anyone to see.

His hands rest on your bum, gripping your cheeks as he pulls you against him. His mouth has found its way onto your neck, kissing you gently and creating a line of small doses of affection from the top of your neck down to where it meets your shoulders. Pulling away, his face hovers in front of yours, his lips within touching distance of yours, just begging to be kissed. A smirk tugs on his lips when he catches you taking glances at his lips, but he leans forward, omitting the teasing for now, and kisses you.

You pull away, whimpering as he latches his lips back against your neck. He was rougher this time, nipping and sucking at your neck and soothing the sting with his tongue. "Chris, people can see us," you give him a second warning as you feel one of his hands slipping between your shorts and your bikini bottoms.

"And?" He mumbles, kissing along your shoulder.

"Christian!" You gasp, not hiding the giggle that rumbled in your throat. This wasn't like Christian at all. "What has gotten into you today?"

"You weren't complaining about it this morning-"

"And this morning, we weren't at the risk of being reported for public indecency," you interrupt him, wiggling in his grasp as you feel his fingers tugging on the string of your bikini, "or probably something worse."

He whines, scrunching his nose up as he hides his face in your shoulder. "It's this bikini, baby," he mumbles, wrapping the end of the string around his finger, "it's driving me crazy." You bite your bottom lip, suppressing another whimper as he leaves another hickey on the base of your neck. You would have a lot to do a lot of work tomorrow to hide these from his parents. "I just want to take it off," he begs, pulling away to look at you, "please, baby?"

"If you think the top looks great, wait til you see the bottoms," you tease him, wrapping your arms around him, "they're so tiny."

"C'mon," he groans, "don't tease me like that."

"Take us somewhere more private, and maybe I'll let you take a peek." You giggle as the excitement lights up his eyes. He was like a kid on Christmas morning, giddy and ready to unwrap his presents. You being his present, that is. "What are you waiting for?" You raise your eyebrow. "This boat isn't going to move itself."

His fingers played with the cobalt blue strings of your bikini bottoms, wrapping and unwrapping the ends of the bows around his fingers, as he listened to you talk about the current book you were reading. It was a piece on the most impactful archaeological discoveries to date, which he knew you would know more about than he ever would. That's what you wanted to be - an archaeologist.

When you first met Christian, you had just graduated with a degree in Archaeology and Anthropology. You were like a breath of fresh air to him in a nightclub stuffy with people who only wanted to get close to him because of his profession. He spent most of the night getting you to talk about your degree and never once did he have to talk about football. And now, over a year later, you had a Master's and would be starting an internship in October.

And Christian couldn't be more proud of you.

"Christian?" You find him staring into space as you turn to look back at him, leaving you uncertain if he was listening to you or not. "Christian?" You repeat his name, giggling as you wave your hand in front of his face. He blinks, giving you a half-smile as his eyes catch yours. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Course I am," he replies, dipping to kiss your shoulder, "you were..." He pauses, squinting his eyes and scrunching up his nose as he tried to remember what you were rambling about. "You were talking about old fruit!" He says a little too loudly, with the tips of his ears turning pink.

"Okay, I'll give you that," you giggle, twisting back to kiss him. In essence, you had been talking about old fruit. You had been talking about the discovery of the remains of fruits, nuts, and meats found in the Colosseum. To you, it was exciting; it told you about the types of snacks attendees would've eaten.

You sigh happily, feeling his chin resting on your shoulder. "You're so smart," he affectionately says, wrapping his arm tighter around you, pulling you closer to his chest. His beard tickles as he nuzzles his face into your neck, kissing over the hickies he had left earlier. "I hope our children are as smart as you," he says, but your neck muffles his words.

"Our children?" You hear him curse under his breath like he shouldn't have said that out loud for you to hear. His arm loosens and eventually releases your waist as he pulls away from you, leaning back in the chair. "Christian?" For a brief moment, you're back on your feet, turning yourself around to face him. But he isn't looking at you. He has his eyes pointed to the ground, with his hands running idly through his hair. "Christian," you hook your fingers under his chin, "what do you mean 'our children'?"

He shakes his head, his cheeks flushing red. "Just forget I said anything."

"Forget it? Baby, that's a hard thing to forget," you tell him, sitting yourself down on his lap, your legs straddling either side of his thighs. Looping your hands around his neck, you brush your thumbs soothingly against his jaw. "You think about having kids with me?" You question him, giving him a small smile as he nods. "How many?"

"Three, just like my parents," he answers almost instantaneously, "but the opposite way around: two girls and a boy." He holds onto your hips, dragging you further up his lap until the end of your knees have hit the backrest and your chest is pressed against his. "I know we've only been together for a year, but these are the things I've been thinking about," he confesses, waiting anxiously for you to say something. Anything. "When I think of the future, I can only picture a future that has you in it."

"And what would their names be?" You ask, still inquiring about the imaginative children he had come up with inside his head.

"Whatever you wanted them to be."

Your cheeks burn with cheerful warmth as you crack a bright smile. Suddenly and all at once, you had fallen in love with him like you were falling in love with him for the first time again. Your grip on the back of his neck tightens, pulling him towards you as you leant forwards to crash your lips upon his. He kisses back, letting a hand drift away from your hips and cradle your face. The love you had for him poured its way into the kiss, leaving you both feeling light-headed and needing to take deep breaths as you pull apart.

"Do you have any idea of how much I love you?" You ask, your cheeks beginning to ache from all the smiling.

"I might do," he chuckles, tracing soft circles against your cheek.

"I'm gonna need more than three kids, though," you lean back, letting your hands drift onto his shoulders and down onto his biceps. He gives you a look that says, 'oh yeah?' "Of course," you nod your head, "I'm one of seven, remember?" Of course, he remembered. He almost didn't believe you; the thought of you having four brothers to impress and two sisters to win over frightened him. But luckily, they love him. He surprisingly fitted in with your often hetic family. "I want a house full of little ones."

"You're not joking, right?" He asks, a flicker of doubt plaguing his happiness.

"You said it yourself, Christian; I can only picture a future that has you in it," you reply, kissing both of his cheeks, "it just took for you to say it for me to see the picture clearly."

He hooks his fingers under your chin, beckoning you closer, mumbling, "come here," as he leans in to kiss you. You gave into the kiss, whimpering against him as you felt his tongue gently exploring your mouth. The two of you become glued together, melting into the other's embrace and desperately clinging to the other simultaneously. But he's the first to pull away, with a chest heavy considerably to help him catch his breath.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he says breathlessly, admiring your face and body as he leans back. His arm extends to touch you, tracing his fingers gently between your breasts and down the centre of your stomach, stopping below your belly button. His touch leaves goosebumps to prickle your skin, making your eyes close as you enjoy the tingling sensation. "How did I get so lucky to find someone so beautiful on the inside and out?"

"It's that bank account of yours," you joke, winking at him, "it's just so attractive." He makes you gasp, grabbing your arse with his free hand and lightly slapping it. It was like a little warning to watch what you were saying. "Come on, you thought I was attracted to you because your eyes look like honey under the lights?" You ask, running your fingers down his chest. "Or because the sun brings out a constellation of freckles across your face? Absolutely not." You scrunch up your nose and shake your head. "Nope, that could never be it."

He chuckles, sitting up as he snakes his hand around your neck, using it to pull you closer to him. "Whatever it is," he mumbles, raking his eyes up and down your chest, "it means I get to have you." A shot of pleasure tingles down your spine as you watch him lick his lips, his eyes pulled down towards your chest once more. "All of you," he speaks in a low voice, "fuck, sweetheart, it's just begging to be taken off."

"Then what are you waiting for?" You cock your brow. "Take. It. Off."

You bury your face into his shoulder, breathing in the scent of his cologne and the traces of the sunscreen you had to fight to put on him this morning as you whimpered against him. He flexes his thigh and pulls you down harder against him, rubbing your throbbing clit against it, aiding you as you roll your hips. "Fuck," you curse, hearing him hiss as you tighten your grip on his biceps, leaving crescent-shaped indents on his skin.

"No, no, sweetheart," his hand wraps around your neck, pushing you away from him, "let me see that pretty face of yours." He smirks, taking in your swollen lips, the hickies on your neck and chest, and eyes darkened by desire. Seeing you like this had his mind racing and his dick twitching. "I didn't tell you to stop, though, did I?" He raises his eyebrow, tapping your hip as an incentive to start moving again. "C'mon, ride my thigh like I know you can," he encourages, aiding you as you resume your previous movements, "keep making a pretty mess on my thigh, baby."

His hand reaches around, grabbing you by your arse, squeezing at your cheeks, and setting a pace he now demands. You whimper his name, but he can barely hear it as it spills from your lips. "Louder, baby," he chuckles, releasing his hand from your neck, "let all of Florida know." His hand drops down to your breasts, his thumb brushing over your nipple whilst dipping his head to pay attention to the other. "Let all of Florida know just who's making you feel this good, baby," he encourages, dragging his teeth across your nipple, soothing the sting with his tongue.

Your hand fists in his hair, tugging his curls and gasping his name as he latches his lips around your nipple. His tongue swirls around the hardened bud, grinning as you arch your back, trying to push as much of your chest as you possibly could. "Fuck, feels so good,' you whimper, grinding yourself faster against his thigh. It was there - your second orgasm. So close that you could almost touch it. "Close," you manage to tell him, pulling him off your chest and bringing him closer to kiss you. You moan into his mouth as his tongue pushes past your lips and moves against yours, ultimately giving up all control.

He nips at your bottom lip, giving it a gentle tug as he pulls away. "Not yet, baby," he denies you the chance to cum, shaking his head and smirking as you whine. Pressing his finger over your lips, he shushes you, stopping your attempt to defy him. "Stand for me," he instructs, shuffling to sit on the edge of the seat, fixing his shorts as he does so. "God, these really are fucking tiny, aren't they?" He finally removes the matching cobalt blue bikini bottoms, tugging forcefully on the strings and snatching them away from your body.

"I did say so," you mumble, lifting your left foot to rest on the edge of the seat.

"You did, didn't you?" He mumbles, hooking his arm under your thigh. You sigh, rolling your head back a bit as he kisses the inside of your thigh; his beard scratching against you feels nicer than it should. "Come here," he beckons you closer, hot breath hitting your core as he tightens his grip on the top of your thigh, pulling you into him. He hums when he finally tastes you, licking from your dripping entrance to your clit. "Beautiful," he looks up at you, groaning as you look back at him.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling on his curls and moaning as he pays close attention to your clit. He switched between licking it and sucking it, listening closely and smirking every time you'd pull on his hair or moan a bit louder for him. "Just...That...Fuck..." Your chest heaves as you struggle to speak. The words were on the tip of your tongue, ready to praise him, but you couldn't do it. He rendered you speechless.

"Got something to say, sweetheart?" He teases, replacing his tongue with his thumb, applying deeper pressure as he rubs your clit in circular motions. He kisses the top of your thigh and kisses both hips. Your hips were a particular favourite feature of his. He always wanted to be touching them. "What were you gonna say?" He asks, rubbing his fingers at your folds, letting you drip over them. "Tell me what you were gonna say," he bargains with you, teasing your entrance with the tips of his fingers, "and I'll let you cum."

"Or, stop me if you think this is too radical, you could just let me cum," you bite back, using your other hand to wipe yourself off his chin.

"I could, couldn't I?"

"Yes, you should."

He shrugs his shoulders, pushing his fingers inside you, chuckling at you shudder and gasp at the sudden intrusion. His tongue returns to your clit, working together with his fingers to play you like you were an instrument and wrangle the music out of you as he curls his fingers, brushing his fingers against the sweetest parts inside you. Gazing up, he finds you with your head hung back, your swollen lips parted to pant and moan his praises, with your eyes squeezed shut. He loved to watch you come undone. To witness your state as you teetered dangerously on the edge, ready to let go and jump.

"Let go for me," he encourages, dragging you back onto his lap, his fingers still pressed inside you. You straddled his lap, grinding your clit into the edge of his palm, and hiding your face in his neck. The coil in your stomach was unbearably tight. If it became any tighter, you were sure you would physically break. "That's it," he groans as you accidentally bite down on him, his neck muffling your moans as you finally come undone on top of him, "be a good girl and just let it all out. Soak these fingers again for me, just like you did for me earlier. Show me who I belong to." He peppers your shoulder with soft kisses, groaning louder against you as you squeeze around his fingers. "Fuck, you might just break them, baby girl; you're squeezing them so tightly."

You lazily cradle his neck, kissing over where you had bitten down, travelling up his neck until you meet his jaw. "Jesus," you giggle, feeling a wave of post-bliss giddiness wash over you. Your body tingled, and your legs were sore, but you craved more. "I want more," you mumble against him, kissing him as you turn his head to face you.

"More?" He raises his eyebrow. "Think you can take another finger?"

"I don't want more of your fingers," shaking your head, "I want you to fill me up, baby, make me feel nice and full."

"And I would love to give you what you wanted," he replies, retrieving his hand from between your legs and running it up the small of your back. You could sense there was a but coming. "But," he chuckles as he catches you rolling your eyes, "I don't have anything on me."

"What? No secret stash of condoms on here?" You tease, planting a quick kiss on the corner of his lips.

"Unfortunately not, princess," he shakes his head, hooking his fingers under your chin and drawing you closer to kiss him. It's slow and sweet, unlike the others you have been sharing. You had the time to savour it. He caresses your bottom lip as he pulls away, gazing at you with warmth in his eyes. "Do you want my shirt?"

"I want us to christen this boat, " you joke, dipping to kiss each of his shoulders, "but since you're so adamant about using protection, I'll guess I'll just have to wait until we get back to the house." You watch his expression change, his features softening as he realises the meaning behind your words. "Oh, there it is," you giggle, tapping the end of his nose, "figured it out yet?"

He clears his throat as his cheeks blush bright red. "But we've never...you know...before."

You rub your thumbs over his blushing cheeks, finding them to be so endearing. "What's the matter?" You tease him, already laughing before you can get your words. "Scared you'll be repeating your prom night all over again?" He leans his head away from you, his eyes slowly closing as he brings his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "What did you say it felt like again?" You continue to tease him. "Thirty seconds?"

"I'm beginning to wish I had never told you that," he chuckles and groans simultaneously.

"At least you didn't send the poor girl to A&E with a condom stuck in her vagina," you confess, still feeling weak on your feet as you stand up. His eyes snap open, giving you a look that matched the rest of his confused expression. You roll your eyes as he attempts to stifle his laughter. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Mr Thirty Seconds," you give him one last jab, leaving to search for his shirt.

"And who says I haven't already done that?" He calls after you, adjusting his shorts as he stands.

"Done what?" You call back, hearing him approach from behind.

"Christen the boat?"

You managed to swallow your laughter, but a smile still twitched on the corners of your lips. "Because I know you, Christian," you tell him, pulling his shirt over your head, letting it cover most of your upper half, before spinning around to face him. It was no secret that you were his first girlfriend in a very long time. He was open about it to you - just like he was aware of your past relationships and flings. There were no skeletons in the closet or dark, nasty secrets that had to be kept hidden for the sake of the safety of the other. That just wasn't you. You were two very open books. "The only other women who have been on this boat are your mum and your sister," you deliver the punchline, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"And now you," he mumbles, circling his arms around your waist to pull you closer, "the most important woman in my life."

"I like the sound of that," you whisper, just managing to get the words out before he kisses you again. You fist your fingers into his hair, trying to stay steady on your feet as his arms squeeze around you. In that moment, you were the air he was breathing, his only source of oxygen and a chance at eternal life. It was an intensity you hadn't experienced before, but it made you aware that were his everything.

And you were.

From the first time he kissed you, he was hooked - addicted to the electrical spark he felt every single time he kissed you. He knew no one else would ever make him feel the same as you do. From that day on, he knew he would follow you to the end of the earth.

One hand drifts away from your back and traces the outline of your jaw as he pulls away to look at you. You were a vision of beauty, and it left him with a warm, fuzzy feeling like butterflies fluttering in his stomach. "Can I ask you something?" He asks, almost whisper-like. There was no better time for him to ask.

"Anything."

"Will you marry me?"

F O O T B A L L T A G L I S T

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prettymorgueboy · 1 year

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Hey can u request Adrian Tepes as a father again and it’s just fluff like he takes her around the castle and they just have some sweet father daughter moments daughter reader btw ❤️😁☺️

A Day Of Leisure

Synopsis: Reader is I’d say about 8-9, a bright cookie, you and your father are just enjoying life in the castle. she/her prns for this one!

Warning(s): Nothing! Just a small mention of being abandoned as a child for the reader.

Word Count: 1.6k

Note(s): I'm adoring how much you guys are enjoying the last one so I'm very happy to see another request for it, as always my requests are always open for anything and everything as long as it goes with my Card!

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The manor was quite, the morning dew coated the windows, leaving the outside world hidden from the child's bedroom, She who had just rosen from her slumber, tired eyes and small yawns escaping her lips as the room was dimly lit, the sun slowly sinking upon the curtains, letting the floor be coated in a warm haze. Every morning was like this, the child running down the staircase with her nightgown fluttering with the force of the air as she sprinted down the stairs, twisting around every corner, practically bouncing off the walls as she rushed endlessly to her fathers room.

Alucard was always awake before them, ready to start the day before his daughter; yet he waited. He would hear her little feet patter against the wooden floors of the castle, chuckling quietly as he always pretended to be asleep the moment she opened the door before jumping into his bed. Some days she would doze back off in his care, but on days like this she jumped headfirst into his chest.

“Oof! Little lady, what a brute way to awaken your father!” The Man would shoot a playful glare at her which was always met with the brightest grin she could manage, Mornings were always warm, As if nothing could go wrong in the day before the sun would signal that it was noon.

“I woke up first again papa! That means we get to work on the flowers again!” Alucard smiled at his daughter, stroking her hair while nodding. He had always promised if she woke up earlier than him then she could choose the chore for the day, and she almost always chose to do garden work, or work outside. This was something they enjoyed to do together, something simple in the warm sun, Alucard didn't mind the sun, compared to others it had no ill effect on him but truth be told It did make him a bit more sluggish towards the end of the day, but perhaps that was himself who conditioned that sort of thought.

“Garden work again (y/n)? I thought we agreed the attic needed dusting.” He teased the small child, but she stood proudly before jumping off the bed in a huff, twirling around to grab her fathers hand and lift him from the confinement of his comforter.

“You said I could choose! You lost!”

“Yes yes of course dear, now, we need to get you some food before we begin, work in the sun is always tasking on you.” He smiled softly, changing into a comfortable but far more appropriate outfit to start the day, for neither of them could work in nightgowns. He handed her the change of clothes and she rushed off to change. Her footsteps echoing through the walls as she raced back, he left his room and made way to the kitchen on the ground floor.

“Fruits, and some toast should be good, I’ll make us an early lunch anyways since we will be outside..” He murmured quietly to himself as he continued to prep the fruits. The gas stove warmed the pan and right as he began to place the bread onto it with a dash of butter the young girl ran back in.

“Papa!” She smiled widely and took it upon herself to grab the pitcher of water off of the counter, carefully tipping it into two different crystal glasses. They once had a dining room table they shared in the dining room itself. Ever since she had grown past the age of four they both agreed they preferred to eat closer, so they had a set of chairs sat at the counter by the window, which was their ‘new’ table. They only used the dining table when closer friends and family came over; which is rare.

“Darling, do you want to plant the rose bushes? Or perhaps we can work on the stone structure in the front part? As long as you don't make me do it all again.” The small girl giggled at her father before the plate was placed in front of her, he sighed as he stared at her hair, It was a mess and tangled beyond belief.

“You didn't brush your hair after your bath did you?” He shook his head, stifling a small chuckle and she turned back around with full cheeks, stuffed with the mix of sliced fruit with a dash of honey.

“Nwo… Forgwot” She spoke before he was able to cover her mouth which was full of food.

“Don't speak with a mouth full of food little one..” She swallowed quickly and puffed her cheeks slightly, her eyebrows furrowing before he pulled her hair back to rest off the back of her shoulder before grabbing a comb and ribbon.

“Eat up (y/n), I'll comb through the knots, we don't want the dirt getting into your pretty hair or we will have to spend twice as long washing it all out.” His fingers slowly separated strands, making sure to take the comb carefully, unraveling them in ways that would hurt the least. She ate quietly before putting a strawberry on her fork and pointing it in the direction of her father who looked over and smiled before taking a bite of the strawberry.

“Thank you little one, Do you want your hair braided? It’s a bit windy outside and I don't want you to get overwhelmed with your hair loose or in a tail.”

“Can I have a braid? But I want papa to have a braid too.” His eyes widened a bit, surprised to see the young girl so eager to share a hairstyle with him, so he smiled and nodded. “Yes I suppose so.”

He slowly braided the hair, making sure It was secure, wanting it to last until they were done with outside work. She tends to get distracted by the critters out and about and chases them around.

“Can I try to braid yours papa?” She turned around and looked genuine, seemingly wanting to give her father a hand with the workload, he sat for a moment, pondering the question as he tied the ribbon around the ends of her hair, tucking any loose pieces behind her ear. He turned his chair to her, sitting with his back facing his daughter.

“Go ahead little one, first you take three strands and slowly weave them together, think of it almost like making a basket like we did when Uncle Trevor visited us.” She seemed excited, wishing nothing more but to make her fathers hair look as pretty as he did for hers. She had done ponytails or simply brushed it and decorated it with a few clips in her jewelry box.

It was small moments like this that made Alucard wonder how he ever had the chance to have this little girl as his daughter, how anyone could look at his (y/n) and just drop her off in a box in the forest, left to be a meal by other monsters that lurked within them. He had felt lucky to be her father, to have such a smart child, such a caring and sweet one, albeit a handful from time to time, he never stopped being proud to be her father.

“I'm done! You look pretty too now!” he smiled softly, pulling the braid over his shoulder; examining her work. She had done wonderfully, sure there were a few strands a bit loose but It didn't bother him one bit when he saw how happy she was, and for a moment he felt like his mother. He saw his own once childish smile in his daughters, and he felt his mothers presence as he looked softly at her. Nothing but adoration and pride shone in his thoughts as she looked so unbelievably gleeful at his hair.

“It looks gorgeous little one, thank you. You should have told your father you could braid so beautifully, I'll make you braid out pie crust from now on!” He chuckled and picked her up, enjoying the warmth at that moment. She rested on his hip as they both spun in the kitchen, her giggles filled the room before he dipped her, pretending to drop her before catching her and placing her down onto the floor.

“Well, are we planting the roses or fixing the stones?” They stared for a moment but then she looked out the window.

“Roses, But you have to dig the holes!” She ran off, leaving her father to trail behind, smiling softly at how happy he was, even if his family was small, It was his and he wouldn't ever change it.

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Ahhhhh I love writing these so much… Biggest comfort in the world is writing my cc as fathers, they make me so happy and dear god Alucard my beloved man. As always I hope you all enjoyed this, I had planned to do a bit more, though I thought it was a sweet ending seeing them softly bicker as you run off.

Stay healthy, happy, and hydrated everyone!<3

#castlevania #x child reader #comfort #alucard #Adrien tepes #Castlevania x reader #child reader #once again father alucard #requests open #arkhives #arkhives requests

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sunshinediaz · 5 months

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wip wednesday

mm hi pals, i'm working on the christmas fics so i haven't made progress on much of anything in the last few weeks BUT i have decided i want to get the burning house fic done before 14 march and oof, i will hit that goal

anyway, have an angsty snip i've shared before but i've made minor changes so pretend it's new

“You’ve got a lot of nerve bitching at me about Natalia when you’re no better than me.” Buck sneers, an ugly thing that twists his face up crooked and mean. “Marisol, really? I had to drag you to help fix up her place, and now you’re playing house with her?” “Fuck you, Buck. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Buck’s barked laugh is harsh and grating. “You don’t love her and you never will,” he says, shaking his head. “She deserves better than you.” Red hot rage shoves up in Eddie’s throat, acidic and thick. “Get out.” He moves forward and pushes Buck’s shoulders hard, ignoring the way Buck stumbles backward into the refrigerator, knocking off the pictures and nearly toppling over. He won’t hit Buck—never—but he needs Buck gone now. Right now. “Get the fuck out of my house, Buck!” Buck rightens himself, wide-eyed and pale in the face. He holds his hands up in surrender. “You want me to leave?” he asks, small and soft. His anger’s cooled significantly from a moment ago; he looks like a frightened child, full of regret. “Eddie?” No. No, Eddie doesn’t want Buck to leave. How could he? The itchiness in his fingertips and the chill in the center of his chest are only soothed when Buck’s around. But that smolder of fury in the pit of his stomach’s been stoked after too long and he needs Buck to leave before the cap on his wrath loosens and he takes everyone down with him again. “Go, Buck.” The please goes unsaid, unheard. “Get out.”

tagged by @exhuastedpigeon, @daffi-990, @hippolotamus, and @jamespearce9-1-1

tagging @eddiebabygirldiaz, @spagheddiediaz, @jeeyuns, @disasterbuckdiaz, @devirnis, @callmenewbie, @giddyupbuck, @wikiangela, @thewolvesof1998, @theotherbuckley, @watchyourbuck, @wildlife4life, @fortheloveofbuddie, @jesuisici33, @loserdiaz, @monsterrae1, and anybody else who wants to share <3

#the cool thing about being early to these tag games is that i get little surprises every time i click on the app #which is just awesome?#this fic is phew okay?? it'll end happy but it's divorce era 2.0 AND for my buck is going to break all the way down in s7 truthers #which i'm super excited for because when buck breaks down? eddie does too #anyway i hope u liked it and it WILL be finished before 14 march i swear to god #🫡#tag games

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hotluncheddie · 8 months

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its basically September oh shit oh shit! so i gotta post my @thefreakandthehair summer fic challenge!

prompt: picking berries | cw: weed | rated: G | part 1/2(?) | tags: domesticity, fluff & steve is pining

eddies shirt had ridden up. but, like, just a little. up so his side was exposed, bandages finally removed and skin finally healing.

steve let his eyes slide to the joint in his hand, watched as it raised itself to his lips so he could inhale. he shifts his head more comfortably against the couch cushion. stretches his legs out so they could slide under the coffee table. his eyes slide back over to eddies side.

‘your skin kinda looks like bread.’ steve says. ‘or like, dough but with, jam maybe? like there’s for sure berry tones there, along with the, like, the skin.’

‘literally what the fuck are you doing in my house right now steve?’

steve tracks his eyes up eddies arm, past his hands holding the book on his chest and up to his mouth. eddies lips are quirked up at the corners. eddies mouth looks good like that.. always looks good.

shit. robin said he needed to stop looking at eddies mouth so much

shit. eddie asked him a question.

‘uhhh… keeping you company?’ steve tries.

eddies mouth slides into a grin. his eyes stay glued to the page but steve swears he can see them sparkle. he feels the sparkle on his cheeks, as if eddie had touched them. sometimes just looking his way steve feels it. he himself covered in sparkle, in the starlight eddie fills his chest with, exposed onto his skin.

‘well. ok. valid.’ eddie signs dramatically and drops the book so he can look right at steve. ‘make me a pb&j?’ fluttering his eyelashes to sweeten the request.

little does eddie know just how sweet steve is on him already.

‘sure’ steve stands up way too quick. taking a second to stare at the carpet real hard. come to terms with the new surrounding that came with the ground being under his feet instead of his ass.

he shuffles over the worn carpet, purposefully not lifting his feet up to feel the friction on his toes through his socks. he shuffles back over to eddie after reaching the carpet precipice. sneaking a wiggly finger down to poke eddie’s shoulder and zap him with all the carpet static he just collected.

‘Ow! Fucker!’ eddie laughs, wriggling around on the sofa so he’s on his belly and looking up at steve. steve giggles.

‘you’re like a worm. worm munson.’ steve giggles again and starts walking backwards towards the kitchen.

‘stop being weird high. you know how much i like being weird high and i’m not allowed to smoke yet.’ steve hears eddie whine as he starts getting the peanut butter and bread out of the cupboards. but steve can hear the laughter still bracketing eddie’s words.

he smiles and keeps making their sandwiches. ‘i’m not that high anyway dude. i’m just.. comfortable.’ steve turns to open the fridge and glance back at eddie again.

eddies been watching him over the arm of the sofa, grin still wild and silly and steve can’t look away. but maybe he is a bit more high than he said because his arm keeps opening the fridge until it smacks him in the chest.

eddie snorts, finally wiggling back down on the sofa. letting the spell break so steve can look at what he’s actually trying to do.

his collide with the fridge knocked a couple magnets and a photo off onto the floor. steve dips to put them back and doubles back over with giggles.

‘god what the fuck? is this you munson?’ steve holds the photo right up to his nose. it’s of eddie as a kid, looking real weird. he’s all zonked out with red smooshed on his hands and face. (think)

‘yeah, ha! wayne had a strawberry hookup from the plant. used to be fucking obsessed with them as a kid. ate them till i felt sick most summers, especially if we got to actually go picking berries. oof. good fucking times.’ eddie says to the ceiling.

‘strawberry’s huh?’ steve asks as he slides the photo back under the magnet. tapping the corner once before opening the fridge to get out the jam and two sodas.

‘i’m a sweet guy harrington what can i say?’ steve hears eddie say more softly than they’ve been speaking previously. the fluffy top of his head just visible over the top of the armrest.

steve smiles while finishing up the sandwiches. feeling sunshine warm he tucks strawberries away on the shelf in him mind labeled ‘eddie munson xoxo’.

‘sit up sit up. civilised citizens only get to hold the paper plate of harrington pbnj’ steve says, just about getting everything safely to the couch.

eddie snickers and curls his knees up under his chin, taking the paper plate and a huge bite.

steve flops down next to him, squishing into the cushions to get comfy and humming at eddie’s choice of movie for them to watch.

‘Oh fuck.’ steve moans around his bite of sandwich. high pbnj? aces.

‘sweet and salty just like you’ eddie says under his breath and steve smiles again, taking a sip of soda and a mental note of how the tv light plays across eddie’s pale skin.

part 2

#LexsSummerFanworksChallenge #steddie fic #steddie #steve x eddie #hotlunch #<3 #i have another scene written but not finished #but its gotta go out at least a bit before the deadline #im a man of my word after all #my fic

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Girllll. That Ferrari tiktok where charles lays down on his back like the pillow princess he is spiked some things up inside me. I'd love to hear your thoughts on riding him for the first time.

oof same, i literally can’t stop watching that tiktok

let’s set the scene first

so you and charles had just started dating and you’d had sex a few times before already

but all those times, you were just in missionary, you hadn’t tried out any other positions yet

anyways, you guys were in his car now, with you straddling his lap in the driver’s seat

you had gone to watch a movie and the entire time, you were teasing him

just light touches to his thigh, leaning against his arm and pressing your boobs against him

charles was rock hard the moment you first touched him

the entire movie, he couldn’t stop thinking about how much he wanted to take you home and fuck you already

but he knew how much you wanted to watch the movie so he stayed and tried to be patient

clearly he couldn’t remain patient because he ended up pulling over on the side of the empty road and pulled you onto his lap

“couldn’t wait til we got back to your apartment hm?” you tease him, grinding down against him a little

“i think i would’ve cum in my pants by the time we got there with the way you’re teasing me,” charles mutters as you lean in to whisper in his ear

“as hot as that sounds… i’d rather you cum inside me,” you whisper, kissing below his ear

“get in the backseat, mon amour,” he says and tries to lift you off his lap but you remain still

“or i could ride you right here,” you say with a small smirk as his eyes widen

“you sure? we’ve never done this before,” charles says

“oh i’m very sure.”

you lift your hips up a little so he could unzip his jeans and tug them down a little to pull his cock out

“you need some help with that?” you tease, stroking his painfully hard cock that was leaking precum

“don’t tease mon amour. i don’t think i can take any more of your teasing,” charles says as you stroke his cock a few times before lining him up at your entrance

you slowly sink down, both of you letting out moans and groans in unison as he filled you up

“merde,” he curses as you slowly moved up and down, trying to adjust to his size

“you fill me up so good.” you moan in his ear as you speed up, bouncing a bit faster

“mmm, just like that, fuck,” he curses as his hand held onto your hips

your chest was right in front of his face and he could help but lean in and leave kisses on top of your tits

“can i see your pretty tits, baby?”

you pull the top of your dress down and let your tits spill out and he immediately latches his mouth onto your nipple

as soon as his lips met your nipple, you clenched around him

“you like that? like me sucking on your pretty tits?” he asks, looking up at your face and you nod, clenching around him again

“keep that up and i’ll cum, mon amour,” he groans

“that’s exactly what i want though. i want you to fill me up,” you tell him

“not yet. want you to cum first,” he says

one of his hands continues to play with your nipple while the other traveled down between your bodies to rub your clit

“come on pretty girl. cum for me then i’ll give you my cum,” he coos as his thumb rubbed your clit

as soon as you cum around him, he fills you up

“this is definitely my favorite position now,” charles says after you both come down from your highs

“just wait til we try doggy,” you wink

“you’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” he groans.

#cl #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc blurb #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc x reader #f1 blurb #f1 headcanon #f1 drabble #f1 smut #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 smut #formula 1 imagine #diorleclerc drabbles

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36 y/o sam makes for a FORTY y/o dean. can you imagine.

in my head the dean fight is just them both accusing each other of being bad brothers to their respective sams.... just a furious mix of possessiveness and self-hating. i-can-be-a-better-big-brother-off. like a bake off! but insane.

i think old sam and dean would also bask in the admiration of their younger brothers. 36 y/o sam casually lifting weights and doing yoga in the freaking library like haha.... look at how wide my biceps are dean.... meanwhile 40 y/o dean is baking for 22 y/o sam while flexing every other second. extremely embarrassing middle aged men.

GRAHHHHH

a 22 y/o ES!Sam, a 26 y/o ES!Dean, a 36 y/o LS!Sam, and a 40 y/o LS!Dean?????

"embarrassing old men" is so REAL!!!!!!!

LS!Sam tries to find excuses to lift heavy things like 'hey have y'all seen my keys?' *lifts the armchair above his head* ES!Dean is panting and sweating and so hard that he almost passes out and ES!Sam has buried his face in his hands bc oh my god he's so transparent this is so fucking mortifying

LS!Dean keeps trying to feed ES!Sam because oh my god? this kid is so skinny? he makes him burgers and pancakes and grilled cheeses and slaps ES!Dean's hand--hard--when he tries to grab one off the plate because these are not for you, little shit.

while LS!Sam and ES!Dean are off gazing lovingly into each other's eyes or whatever, LS!Dean and ES!Sam are so uncomfortable-sticky-sick with jealousy that they end up migrating to the kitchen, where they spend hours at a time, sometimes talking sometimes not.

dean will make him lunch or snacks or crack him a beer ('if you're even old enough to drink, how old are you anyway, squirt?' 'squirt, god, what is this, 1950? i'm 22, jerk.') and ES!Sam tries to gently sneak info about the future out of dean.

dean has almost twenty years on this kid. he can't stop looking at sam's wet little mouth and feels like an old perv for it, but what else can he do about it? he thinks it's mostly unrequited lust (feeling sam's bicep and being able to wrap an entire hand around it, looking up into his little brother's eyes and sam can't even look down at him without looking away shyly, god), but when he's pulling a pizza out of the oven, he catches ES!Sam looking away sharply, blush crawling up his neck and holy shit--

that little skeeze! he was totally checking out dean's ass! everything dean makes now has to be baked, or the pans mysteriously move to the bottom cabinets and he has to bend over to get them out. he wears his best jeans and his most worn shirts or wifebeaters and takes sammy out to the garage so they can talk there while he eats food dean made and dean can really make a show of it--flexing and hauling things and bending over the engine. and who can blame sam if he has to lean over and touch? who can say dean's wrong if sam's sitting in the chair in the kitchen and his hair is mussed from sleep and his eyes are dazed and he has a smear of maple syrup at the corner of his mouth from pancakes dean made for him, and dean has to wipe it away with his thumb and suck it into his own mouth?

or reverse, ES!Dean pretending that he needs lore help so LS!Sam leans over him in the library chair, his broad chest to Dean's back, his breath on Dean's ear, his hair tickling his neck. ES!Sam asking LS!Dean questions about the armory so he can see his eyes light up, so he can watch his shoulders as he hauls something heavy, deadly and purposeful and graceful.

and oof. a dean fight would be brutal. both verbally and physically. LS!Dean would be blaming all of his past mistakes on ES!Dean (maybe if you'd loved him right, he would've stayed. maybe if you weren't such a needy piece of shit, you could've stopped him. maybe if you were stronger, you could stop what's coming. sam needs someone better than you, someone who won't fuck up.) whereas ES!Dean sees all the pockmarks in LS!Sam and knows somehow it must be LS!Dean's fault (who did that to him? who let that happen? you're talking about being strong, but you're weak. pathetic. talk about being a big man but you're just as fucking broken. i would've never let that happen, i would've never let anyone get in fifty fucking miles of him--our job is to protect sammy, all costs. i would've rather died). they keep trying to prove how much better they are, how much more they can provide.

but any way you cut it, they just soak up each other's attention and anger because it's so reassuring to know that all versions of sam's big brother love him, will do anything for him; that sam chooses dean--any dean, every dean, in every form. that all versions of your brother is your version, he will always belong to you.

but god, the jealousy!!!! he's mine!!!! petulant and childish and grown and desperate and everything in between!!!!!

you get it anon, oh lovely anon <3 they are everything to each other at all times, and time travel would just make it more twisted and possessive and frantic. <3

-lizzy

#ask box #lizzy answers #lizzy writes #kissing anon on both cheeks #ES/LS verse #a new tag for these little jewels!#anon <3

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luckytidbit · 1 month

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Food for thought.

Ok so I've seen an anonymous ask on someone’s blog recently about people being rude in the unwind community, (which first of all, if you’re being rude, shame on you.) I've seen mention of, actually no I’ll take it verbatim. “I like scrolled by multiple of peoples posts and fics about like theories and stuff, and most of them have people getting mad over them or feeling the need to prove it wrong? Like I get it, but it's just an idea 😭” This community is pretty small and I haven’t seen any other unwind theory posts lately (Unless this person is talking about ao3, I’m not on there.), so I’m left to assume this ask is about the “Connor’s brain coping after his unwinding theory.” And the reblog I left on it, so let’s break that down shall we?

Personally, I grew up on Film and Game Theory so I’ve never seen debunking a theory as something that’s rude, just a part of a community helping another have the correct facts. Which by the way, @korokeea, if I’ve upset you, I am deeply sorry, it was never my intention to do so. My reblog was supposed to be seen as playful banter. (Side note, dream endings are very amateur, don’t do them unless you know what you’re doing. Even I wouldn’t do them, (I think I’m amateur anyway <:D.))

Also wanted to add that I should be using tone indicators, and that also I’ve seen examples of people whose first language isn’t English not understanding Western satire, so my apologies if I’ve confused you.

Now that I’ve addressed the main point, there was also something else I wanted to bring up.

This is obviously a parody of LIVE SLUG REACTION I used to add to my reblogs of Conland content (Connor x Roland), I also might have confused people doing this. I don’t think Conland is anyone’s cup of tea, personally, I see it as a crack ship that lives rent-free in my head, but I can understand how I could’ve confused someone. I honestly do like A Dog With A Bird At Your Door A Lot, even if the notes say “I hate gay people.” (Like, C’mon now Kuromi.)

Honestly, I came here to create art and not be judged for it, I have one to two irl friends that I see almost daily. The rest of it are just classmates that will turn on me the moment I say something that doesn’t fit their dialogue. (If you get what I’m saying, I have to say the right thing or they’ll look at me funny.) I’m honestly super stressed and pretty prone to anxiety right now, graduation, prom, removal of wisdom teeth via going under (anaesthesia), you name it! So you can see why I find a great sense of escapism in Tumblr.

Lastly, I wanted to say that in this community it is almost impossible to create micro-communities because of our small size. You CANNOT be vague or make inside jokes because almost everyone follows each other. On the original ask post that I first talked about, the responder mentioned a “that one guy” and my poor mutual @bopeisdope thought they could be that one guy. (Which is completely wrong, she and @lazysailor are the sweetest people I have ever met here. Oof sorry side tangent.)

Anyway If you made it through this thing, thanks for letting me get this off my chest.

#I’m aware I’m being a hypocrite by being vague #But think we all know who made that post #I’m still gonna be hella active on here #When you stop being vague you’re free to come at me fuckers #lol no #I don’t need more stress in my life #unwind dystology #unwind #apology

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ladylooch · 10 months

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Magic in the Kitchen - Kevin Fiala

A/N: This is a self indulgent moment. And I’m sharing it with you. I selfishly need you all to fall in love with Kevin, so I get more requests for him. LOOK AT HIM IN THIS GIF!

I keep going back and forth about bringing Letters In Your Last Name over here from Mibba, but to be honest… it’s going to be so much work for me, and it’s probably going to be annoying filling up your dash with the 36 chapters there are ☠️ If you want me to, I will. I think it’s some of my best work, tbh. But idk.

Anyway, this is Sam and Kev with a lil twist of what I think their life could have been after Kevin became a King.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, pregnancy

I awaken in our home in Minnesota after a previously long travel day getting back to the U.S. from Switzerland. My arms clutch my pregnancy pillow tightly, thigh tossed lazily over the other side in the perfect swirl of comfort. I feel the flutters of the baby kicking then the roaring hunger- the two things that awoke me. I run my hands through my brown hair, pushing the loose strands out of my face while observing 9:51am on the clock. Next, I find the strong, canyons of Kevin’s back with my fingers. He sleeps soundly, barely making any noise with how exhausted he is.

I scooch myself close, pressing my lips along the mountains and valleys of his deeply tanned and toned skin. He’s been working hard this off-season and is already seeing significant results. As my body expands and stretches with our baby, everything gets tighter and more defined for him.

“Kev..” I murmur, ghosting my nose down his spine.

“Mm.” It’s barely an acknowledgement.

“Want breakfast?”

“Nein, Schlafen.”

“English maybe?” I chuckle against his skin, dragging my teeth along his lat muscles.

“Sleep is all I want.”

“I wanted that too until your baby woke me up.”

“He’s only yours this morning.” He mumbles, digging his face deeper into his pillow and farther away from my kisses. I scoot closer again, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling myself as tight as I can to him with my belly. My fingers splay along his abs, then dip slightly to tease the trail of hair along his lower abdomen. The baby flutters, but it’s too light for Kevin to feel. His hand comes to my fingers, stilling them from where I feel his dick twitch with interest. “Sam, leave me be.” I can hear the slight annoyance in his voice and sigh in defeat.

“Fine, I’ll make my own damn breakfast.” I huff, trying to sit up. I struggle around on my back for a moment before Kevin helps, getting me onto my side then shoving me up by my butt. “Thank you.” I laugh, wiggling my underwear back up onto my hips under Kevin’s t-shirt. “Oof, that was humbling.” I hear Kevin chuckle as I leave the room.

I wander down to our kitchen, staring into the fridge for what we have available. I find eggs and bacon there, then a few pieces of bread that I can toast on the counter. I begin my assembly of breakfast, moving slowly through the kitchen, pausing to talk to the baby every so often.

“You are just a little gymnast today, huh?” I murmur as I put a pat of butter in my pan for eggs. “Or maybe you’re practicing your slap shot?”

The Nespresso machine finishes my coffee. I bounce over there, pouring in my creamer and taking a big first sip. I close my eyes, enjoying the nuttiness as it coats my tongue.

“Could never give you up completely.” I say to the cup, then set it down to go back to my eggs.

I crack the first one in the pan, tossing the eggshell into the open garbage can. I reach for another, frowning when I see it’s already cracked open and leaking. I scratch an itch on my calf with my foot as I work the mess out of the carton as much as I can. With the remnants of egg in hand, I turn back to the garbage where I see Kevin watching me. He’s leaning with his arms crossed over his bare chest with only a pair of boxer briefs on his body. The wide waistband lays flat along his rigid muscles, making my mouth go dry.

“You look better than this breakfast.” I muse, cracking my last egg into the pan when I return to the stove.

“You do too. I like my shirts on you better.” I’m wearing one of his team issued Kings shirts that drapes to my mid thigh.

“Welp, that’s good cause your clothes are the only items fitting me right now.”

“Temporarily.” He reminds me, soothing the wrinkle in my nose.

He comes behind me, brushing my butt against his modest morning wood. I lean back into his shoulder, letting his hands lift the baby gingerly to support his weight. I close my eyes, indulging in the feeling of his body against mine while he intimately holds our baby in me. He slowly lowers the baby back into place, then kisses my neck, sucking my skin into his mouth. A low fire ignites in my belly. I give him a little side eye, thinking of his dismissal earlier this morning.

“I already tried starting something earlier that you didn’t want.”

“I was too sleepy then.” He huffs defensively. “I’m not now.” His fingers gather his shirt on me, lifting it inch by inch. I bring my arms up, letting him take it completely off of me, leaving me only in panties. I stay at the stove, moving the eggs around in the pan. His hands come to my breasts, massaging them as his mouth works along my shoulders. His fingers pinch my nipples and I buck back into his erection.

“I really need to eat or I’m going to puke.” I moan as he pinches again.

“Okay.” He gently moves me to the side, taking the spatula from my hand to finish my scrambled eggs for me. He looks so good, cooking me food with a large tent extending from his lap. I giggle, pursing my lips together and walking across the kitchen to my toast. I take a bite, then bring it to Kevin for him to have one too.

“Thank you.” He says around his bite. I wrap my arms around his waist, pressing my breasts into his arm then biting at his firm bicep. “Hey.” He warns as my hand trails to his shaft, giving him a squeeze. “Do you want dick or do you want to eat? I can’t tell.”

“I don’t know!” I toss my head back and laugh. “Can I have both? Right now?” Kevin chuckles, setting the pan back down on the stove. He reaches for my hips, lifting me onto the counter. He hands me my full plate of food, then glides me to the edge of the counter. “Are you for real?” I ask him, eyes widened with excitement and surprise as he gets on his knees.

“So for real.” He murmurs, licking his lips as he brushes my panties to the side. I swallow hard, wedging my bottom lip between my teeth. He presses his mouth along my folds and inner thighs. I take another bite of my toast, smirking at his brown locks in the apex of my thighs. I chew slowly, gurgling on a moan as he encloses his lips over my clit. I swallow, then sigh in pleasure. One of my hands holds my toast and the other threads through his hair.

“A King on his knees for his Queen.” I tease him. He pulls back, looking up into my face.

“I’ll worship you forever, baby.”

“Jezzzzz-us.” I whimper as he puts his mouth back on me. His tongue is generous; his cheeks suck in with vacuum-like pressure. “Oh.” I sigh, leaning back against the upper cabinet behind me.

“Watch your head.” He reminds me of the cabinet pull before my head turns into it.

I drop the toast onto my plate, needing both hands to grip the counter next to my hips. Kevin is diligent in his feast. His tongue teases and nudges while his lips suckle and plump. Little noises begin to dribble from my mouth. I move my hand from his hair to the back of his neck, grinding into his face until my inner muscles clench. He pulls my clit deeper into his mouth, stroking twice more before I shiver against his face as I come. He stays with me, slowing his movements as I descend back to Earth. His hands run along my thighs, goosebumps protruding in their wake. He places a final kiss on my thigh before he moves my soaked panties back. He stands, coming between my spread legs to gather me in his arms.

“Toast!” I groan, reaching for my plate. He pauses, letting me take the two slices of bread. “You want some?” I ask as he moves us towards the stairs. My arm is tossed carelessly over his shoulder, face hovering over his with a smile.

“All yours.”

“I love you, Kev.” I sigh when we get to our bedroom. I press my lips to his, tasting myself in his mouth. “Can we just stay in bed all day? And love each other every hour on the hour?”

“Of course, baby. There’s no where else I’d rather be.”

#Kevin Fiala #Kevin Fiala Fan fic #Kevin fiala smut #hockey writing #my writing #nhl fan fiction #los angeles kings

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xenia-cenia · 1 year

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Saving You! - Jamil Viper x Fem!Reader

A/N-So you see I may of become a Jamil simp. Anyway! @phaindulgement this is your fault.

NONE OF YOU SAW THAT I FORGOT TO MAKE A TITLE

Word count: 1,925

TWs: Kidnapping for political gain, pre-established relationship, reader is Yuu/prefect, spoilers, protective Jamil?, i am once again doing abrupt endings its just in my blood, i was up all night doing this

Jamil muffled his breath with his hand, conscious of his every movement, staring off into space to cool his head. Half an hour ago, he’d been contentedly reading his favorite book before he went to sleep, but now he’s gotten you pressed up against his chest, softly snoring.

With his spare hand uncomfortably hovering in the air, he tried to reach for his magical pen sitting on his nightstand. If he could reach it, he could summon a pillow, turn the lights off, or use wind magic to move you enough for him to readjust. But no, each time he got close to the pen, it’d roll a little bit further away.

He scowled at the stupid situation, already imagining the crick in his neck the next morning. Like he needed another headache.

Part of him was tempted to swat at your arm until you woke up, but then he’d look down and see the way your cheeks were puffing out and he’d feel his heart race.

“I’m so mad at you.” He whispered, pulling the covers around your shoulder so you didn’t get cold, “You know how hard I work.” He punctuated his words by kissing his fingertips and pressing them against your forehead. “Idiot.”

He leaned against the headboard, running his fingers down your arm, and let your breathing lull him to sleep.

Harsh light beat in through the room, tearing Jamil from his sleep. He groaned and pulled the covers over his head, attempting for a few more minutes of rest. Or at least he would’ve, but today he felt himself jolt awake and the feeling of warm skin on his hands.

Jamil looked at the source of his surprise, a still completely asleep you. He chuckled softly, rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes, and gently shook you awake.

“Mmm?” You mumbled, your eyebrows slightly raised but eyes still shut.

“Good morning.”

“Mmm...” You groaned, pulling the covers over your head.

“You’ll be late for class if you take too much longer.”

“Class can wait.”

“Maybe for you, but I have to make sure Kalim doesn’t get into any trouble.”

You groaned as he pushed you onto the other side of the bed, holding onto his clothes loosely. “Jamil...”

“By the sands, you’re starting to sound like him.” He got out of bed and stretched, turning his head to the left and right. “Oof.”

“I...”

“You know, Grim’s probably looking for you.” He slightly turned to face you, before pulling out his school uniform.

You shot up. “Oh, crap!” Scrambling out of the bed, you hurriedly kissed his cheek and rushed out of the door. “Bye, love you!”

“Love you, too.” He mumbled after you were out of earshot, his face alight. He changed into his uniform, fidgeting with the strings on his hoodie as he looked at himself in the mirror.

Other than the ever-present eye-bags, he looked nice. Good, even. A servant of the Al-Asim’s must always look respectable. He huffed in annoyance and ran his fingers through the overhanging bangs on the right side of his face.

He smiled falsely into the mirror, watching the way his eyes dimmed. “I don’t hold a candle to Kalim. I am straight 5 out of 10s. Average all across the board.” The longer he repeated his morning mantra, the more flickers of anger clouded his expression. He groaned in annoyance and stepped away from the mirror. Maybe tomorrow he’ll get it right.

On the other side of campus, you were rushing back to Ramshackle to avoid the inevitable fallout of Grim discovering your not-so-secret boyfriend. You didn’t want to even imagine the never-ending teasing. However, outside the gate, you were surprised to see a group of men in black suits.

You slowed your pace and cautiously approached them, a nervous smile on your face. “Ah, excuse me...” You tried to push through them and enter the safety of Ramshackle.

“Uh, ahem.” One of the men cleared his throat, “Are you (Y/N) (L/N)?”

“Nope never met her. If you’ll excuse me...”

One of the men grabbed your shoulder, his hands sizzling the fabric. “Do you know where we can find her, then?”

“Ah... actually I heard she dropped out! Oops! Just missed her!” Your eyes shot between the group of men.

“Really? Then, what are you doing here?”

“I’m... uh... cleaning staff?”

“I suppose you’re adept with magic then. Come on, now, show us a spell.”

One of the other men spat, “Stop wasting our time. Just grab ‘er and let’s go.”

The man with his hand on your shoulder rolled his hands and hit you under the chin, both throwing you back and knocking you unconscious.

When you woke up, you were tied to a chair that was sitting in a cluttered room. The room was filled with dusty papers and torn furniture, the only saving grace being a pristine window that overlooked a small town. The men who kidnapped you were sitting on the hardwood floor, playing with a deck of cards.

You blinked, your head lulling as you tried to look around. “...am I?” You mumbled through slurred speech.

One of the men started to laugh, and another just scoffed.

“You’re far.” The man who knocked you out responded. “That’s all you need to know.”

“F... far...?” You grimaced, “Home?”

“Hah!” He looked over to you, slamming his cards on the ground. “Think we’d risk all that just to take you home? Sevens, you’re not very bright.”

“Wh...”

“Listen, kid, this really has nothing to do with you. You’re just some unfortunate schmuck like the rest of us, dating that Viper boy.”

“Ja... Jamil?” Your heart started to race, a wave of clarity overtaking your senses, “If you hurt him, I’ll-”

“Calm down. You’ll both get out of this fine. He’s just gotta tell us about the Asim’s business proceedings and we’re all happy.”

“A-and if he doesn’t?”

The man stood to his full height, a sorrowful smile on his face as he grabbed the back of your chair and dragged you to the window. He leaned you slightly over the edge, the front legs of the chair in the air, the harsh wind billowing through your clothes. Hiccupping sobs started to tear through your body as you looked at the distant ground. You struggled against your bonds, bringing your eyes to his. “P-please, no.”

He looked at you, though he seemed to be seeing something far before you, “Y’know, I don’t want to do this either. Be here, kidnapping some teenager. Got a kid back home, around your age. And he likes to live large, who am I to turn him down? So I join this corporation, and what do I know? The biggest competitor in all of Twisted Wonderland is the Asim family. One family. How crazy is that? They tell me, to find out everything. No matter how. They’ll protect me, they say. Protect all of us. But how do we even get close? That dumb heir of theirs can’t tell cliff from meadow, and their estate is heavily guarded. And then we find out, that dumb heir pawns off all his work on some underling. And, what do you know? That underling’s dating a completely defenseless fool.”

“He... he doesn’t know anything.” You swallowed your fear and looked him in the eyes.

The man chuckled hollowly, “For your sake, I hope that’s not true.” He pulled the chair safely inside, placing you next to the window.

You gasped for air, limp against the ropes keeping you to the chair. With bleary vision, you looked back at the men and hoped they’d at least end you quickly. You shut your crusted-together eyes, trying to pretend you were back home.

Jamil had a very stressful day, as usual. He had to stop Kalim from organizing three separate parties, there was a pop quiz, and you hadn’t been answering his texts all day. After essentially locking Kalim in his dorm, Jamil walked over to Ramshackle and stood outside the front gate.

The first thing he noticed was all the lights being off inside, which was weird since the sun had set and you tended to be up late. After that, the gate was swung open, something you’d never let slide. Finally, there was a note skewered between the top of the fence posts.

He carefully took the note with the intention of simply delivering it inside, but his name written in blocky letters caught his attention. He unfolded the note, carefully reading the few paragraphs of text describing the situation.

Jamil sighed, never one to fold under pressure, and tucked it inside his clothes ready for this (slightly unexpected) task.

It took him a few hours to get to the location detailed on the note, a looming abandoned tower. The wooden door creaked open, quickly announcing his presence. He winced and tried not to imagine all the bugs roaming about, quickly taking to the stairs.

The note had specified that they’d be waiting for him on the top floor, so he walked up 17 flights of stairs, taking the time to check each floor for traps or possible ambushes as he went. By the time he reached the top, he was more than slightly annoyed.

Five men were waiting, two on each side of the stairwell and one standing next to an open window gripping the back of a chair you were tied to. Jamil instantly raised his hands in defeat, cautiously entering the room.

“You came.” The one standing next to you spoke in a raspy voice.

“Hm.” Jamil surveyed the room. “Well, I suppose this is the part where you threaten me?”

The man laughed loudly, “You’re bold. Information on the Asim’s or she gets it.” He tilted your chair slightly off the edge.

Jamil’s calm façade momentarily broke as he took a step forward, his charcoal eyes locked on the man’s blue ones, “Don’t be rash.”

“It’s just a simple trade.” The man smiled, enjoying rocking you back and forth on the edge. “A life for a life, let’s say.” You bit your lip to keep your silence, your eyes skewered shut.

“Alright. What is it you need? Upcoming deals? Schedules?”

“Everything you have.”

Jamil scoffed, “Well, most of it is Kalim’s favorite meals. That, too?”

“Don’t try to be smart with me.”

“I’m just average all across the board. Nobody would describe me as smart.” He spoke with a calm face, despite his racing heart and sweating palms.

The man looked up, making eye contact with Jamil before his eyes dimmed and he threw you on the opposite side of the room. You coughed at the sudden movement, reeling from how your head struck the wall behind you. When you looked up, Jamil was standing in front of you with his magical pen drawn and the remaining four men were unconscious on the floor.

He closed the distance between the final man, whispering something in his ear before he collapsed. Jamil took a second to breathe before rushing over to you, untying the knots and holding you in his arms.

With shaky arms, you pulled yourself against his chest and listened to his racing heartbeat.

“Are you okay?” He whispered, staring blankly at the chair you were tied to moments ago.

“I love you.” Your croaky voice was nearly lost between the folds of his clothing, but he leaned down to kiss your ear anyway.

“I love you, too.” He held you tighter, hoping you couldn’t feel the tears starting to run down his cheeks.

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