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Vincent Got a Phone Ch. 4

YES I'M STILL WRITING THIS IT BRINGS ME JOY

Vincent got a phone and then Aerith adopted him as her friend, and all kinds of other shit started happening and he's very tired.

ships: valenwind, background sefikura, background aerti

rating: not explicit yet but it will be

Chapter 4: Vincent is Quite Literally a Boomer

“Vincent! Come on!” Aerith said, banging on his hotel room door. “You’ve been in there for three days, you can’t keep hiding forever!”

Her phone vibrated just then, and she paused her onslaught to dig it out of her skirt pocket.

VValentine: i am not hiding.

VValentine: now please stop shouting and go away, before anyone realizes i’m in here.

✿FlowerGal✿: no way! i’m not going anywhere! in fact i’m gonna yell even louder!

“Vin! Cent! Let! Me! In!” she bellowed, punctuating each word with a heavy thump on the door. “Vincent! Valentine! Let! Me—”

Her phone vibrated again.

VValentine: you said you wanted me to come out. if you wanted to come in, you should have clarified. the door is not locked

✿FlowerGal✿: …

After putting her phone away and taking some deep, meditative breaths, to prevent herself committing an act of violence, Aerith opened the door and entered Vincent’s room.

The rooms at this hotel were all different, so it wasn’t much like her own, which had more of a country-cottage aesthetic. This one was like an old library, with dark wood paneling and a well-worn leather easy chair, as well as a shelf of old books, and a small, ornate table with a reading lamp.

The large bed was of the antique, four-poster variety, with a burgundy damask comforter. It was a very lovely piece of furniture. The problem was that it was immaculately made, like it had never been touched, and Vincent was nowhere in sight.

“Um…Vincent? Where are you?” Aerith said, as the door swung closed behind her, with an ominous creaking sound.

The curtains were drawn, so the room fell into pitch darkness, till she flipped the light switch, and the incongruently modern overhead lights lit the place up like midday. She heard a muffled groan, from somewhere near her feet.

“Too bright!” Vincent’s voice complained. “Turn it back off!”

“Oh, there you are!” she laughed. Getting down on her stomach, she lay on the floor, facing the bed. Vincent was lying underneath, with his arms crossed sullenly on his chest. “Your room is really great. Love the vampire ambience.”

“Cid chose it for me, when he assigned the rooms.”

“He did well. It’s perfect for you. So…you want to tell me what you’re doing playing monster under the bed?”

“I am not playing. This is where I sleep,” Vincent glowered. “I’m also avoiding human contact, and you know that. Why do you persist in coming here?”

Aerith reached under the bed and poked his arm. “We’re friends, Vincent. This is what friends do for each other. When they see a friend who’s depressed and isolating, they pester them until they feel better.”

“Cid hasn’t come to pester me,” Vincent muttered, scowling up into the box-spring.

“He might be avoiding you, because he thinks seeing him would make you uncomfortable, right now. Didn’t he act super weird about it, that night?”

“No,” Vincent sighed, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. “He’s not the one who was weird. I’m the one who was weird and ruined everything. He had every right to be upset.”

“Ok, Vincent, you’re an old man, so you probably don’t know these things, but you shouldn’t equate your queerness with weirdness. ‘Queer’ and ‘weird’ are not the same thing.”

“‘Queer’ and ‘weird’ are synonyms, Aerith,” Vincent replied patiently. “They are quite literally the same thing.”

“Not anymore, they’re not. I mean, the dictionary definition didn’t change, but queer is way more commonly used to mean gay, now.”

Vincent looked at her like she was deranged. “Gay means cheerful. Are you flashlighting me?”

“Am I what? Oh—gaslighting! No, I’m not gaslighting you. Terms evolve to mean different things, all the time. I’m just trying to tell you not to equate your homosexuality with weirdness.”

“Homosexuality?” Vincent said, taken aback. “But I’m not homosexual. Or, what did you say young people call it, now? Cheerful?”

“Gay. And queer. Queer is more of an umbrella, though.”

Vincent was utterly bewildered. “Umbrellas are gay?”

“Yep. But, why do you say you’re not gay? Are you uncomfortable with the label?”

“I say it because I’m not. I have been seriously attached to one person, before Cid. She was a woman.”

“Oh, got it. You’re bisexual.”

“I don’t know what bisexual means.”

“It means you’re equally attracted to people who present as male and people who present as female. You’ve been into one woman and one man. Fifty-fifty is about as clearly bisexual as it gets.”

“I suppose I am bisexual, then,” Vincent replied dourly. “I wish it sounded less vulgar. I think I prefer queer.”

“Whatever makes you most comfortable. Anyway, what I’ve been trying to say is, you’re not weird for being queer. If Mr. Highwind can’t accept you the way you are, then he doesn’t deserve your friendship, in the first place.”

Vincent sighed heavily. “He didn’t say he couldn’t, he just said he needed time. For which I don’t fault him. It must be startling to have a trusted friend, who he thought he knew well, suddenly announce that they feel entirely differently about the friendship than he does.”

“Mm, maybe,” Aerith said, tapping her lip thoughtfully. “I just can’t figure it out, though. My detection system has never been wrong, before. I would swear on a stack of yaoi that Mr. Highwind was under the umbrella.”

“You think Cid seems gay?” Vincent frowned. “He’s so rugged and masculine, though.”

Aerith groaned, covering her face with her hands. “Ugh, Vincent, can you try not to be from the 1950s for like, one second?”

“No, I cant. That is when I was born.”

“I didn’t mean literally, I meant don’t perpetuate outdated stereotypes, like equating queerness with levels of perceived masculinity. Lesbians aren’t manly, and gays aren’t feminine. Unless they are. In which case, it’s because that’s how they are as individuals, and not because they’re queer.”

“I don’t think of lesbians as manly,” Vincent said, indignantly. “You’re not manly, at all. You’re the most feminine young lady I know.”

Aerith stared at him, wide-eyed, with her mouth hanging open. “You…how did you know I’m—”

“Twelve days ago, when I confronted you in the area between the hotel buildings, you said, and I quote, ‘Even if I swung that way, you’re like a million years too old for me, yuck.’ And then you stuck out your tongue, as if the idea disgusted you.”

“Whoa. I can’t believe you both noticed and remembered that.”

“I have a near-perfect memory. But even if I hadn’t noticed that statement, your very obvious feelings for Ms. Lockhart would have alerted me.”

Aerith stared at him, wide-eyed, with her mouth hanging open, part II. “It’s not…that obvious. Is it?”

“It is to me, but I can hear your heartbeat and sense fluctuations in your hormones. I don’t think most humans can do that.”

“Well, congratulations, you’re the first person I’m out to,” she laughed. “But don’t tell anyone else, ok? I’m not out to the group.”

“Out?”

“Good lord, grampa. I’m gonna get the sisters to whip you up a queer dictionary. It’ll make everything easier. ‘Out’ means having your sexuality known by other people. Though, it’s a bullshit concept, since it implies an assumed heterosexual baseline, that you have to ‘come out’ as not fitting into.”

“That’s ridiculous. Why should anyone assume anything about another person’s sexuality, one way or another? Are people these days so sorely in need of something to occupy their time?”

“Tch. You’re preachin’ to the choir, old man. But I didn’t come here to get you square on the queer lingo. I came to drag you out of your lair into the living world. Cloud wants everyone to meet at the hotel restaurant for dinner, and I think you should come. Cid will be there. It’ll be a good opportunity to test the waters between you, in a casual setting, with other friends as a buffer.”

“I don’t think—”

“Come onnnnnnn. Solidarity, Vincent. If worse comes to worst, at least we can be two sad queers with unrequited crushes, together.”

“That doesn’t sound—”

“Before you decide, be aware that if you don’t come to dinner with me, I will be staying here with you. And singing the entire score of Loveless.”

Vincent narrowed his eyes. “There is no way you know every song from Loveless.”

Aerith narrowed hers back. “Try me.”

Thirty seconds later, the two were stepping out of Vincent’s room, into the balmy, early-evening breeze. At that same moment, Cid also happened to be exiting his room, which was directly across the walk from Vincent’s.

“Evening, Mr. Highwind!” Aerith said cheerfully, not giving him a chance to pretend he hadn’t seen them, which it very much appeared he’d intended to do. “Looks like we’re all headed to dinner. Let’s walk together.”

“Uh. Ha. Evenin’ Ms. Aerith. Evenin’ Vinnie,” Cid said awkwardly, not making eye-contact with either of them. “Sure, I’ll walk with y’all. If ya don’t mind a third wheel.”

“Not at all!” she chirped. “More the merrier.”

The three walked on, Aerith making breezy chit-chat to her stiffly silent companions, for about thirty steps, before she saw Tifa and Yuffie, who’d just come from their own rooms.

“Ti-chan! Yuff! Wait up!” she called out, waving to her friends. “You fellas can keep each other company, right? I’m gonna walk with the ladies.”

With that, Cid and Vincent were left to themselves.

“She’s, uh…energetic,” Cid attempted, casting about for a topic of conversation.

“Yes, very much so,” Vincent answered obliviously.

“Kind of a handful, huh?”

Vincent scowled behind his collar. “You don’t know the half of it. She barged into my room, a little while ago, lectured me for being an old man, and threatened to sing the entire score of Loveless to me, unless I accompanied her to dinner.”

“Hoo boy,” Cid whistled. “There ain’t gonna be any winnin’ with a woman like that. I’ll tell ya from experience, Shera and me got along lots better once I learned to just say yes ma’am and do as I’m told. We’re just roommates, but I figure it’s the same kinda thing with…uh. What d’ya call her, anyway?”

“I call her Aerith. She gave me permission to be less formal, since we’re friends.”

Cid’s eyebrows went up. “Friends? She ok with you sayin’ she’s a friend, still?”

“Why should she not be?” Vincent asked, a bit more defensively than he intended. “Do you think she should be ashamed of me?”

“Ashamed? What the hell you talkin’ about?”

“You know what I mean. Because I—I’m under the…umbrella,” Vincent explained fumblingly, in his agitation. “There’s a…weird umbrella. No. Queer. A queer umbrella.”

“Oh shit, Vinnie, are you havin’ a stroke?” Cid said, stopping him and grabbing his shoulders, to peer concernedly up into his eyes. “What year is it? What’s your full name and birth date?”

“I am not having a stroke,” Vincent said, shying away from the sudden touch. “I was only trying to explain that no one should be ashamed to be my friend, because of the way I am. It is not weird to be queer.”

Cid squinted. “Ain’t those synonyms?”

“Apparently not. At least, not the way young people use them, now.”

“Hm. Only other way I heard people use queer is for LGBTQ stuff.”

“I have no idea what that acronym means,” Vincent said dejectedly.

“Least, I thought that was how people use it,” Cid said to himself, scratching his chin. “Maybe I ain’t in the know, anymore.”

Before he could consider the matter any further, Vincent clenched his fists and blurted out what was on his mind. “Cid, are we really still friends? Or have I ruined things between us?”

“What? Well…of course we’re friends, Vinnie,” Cid said, clearing his throat against a slight waver in his voice. “Uh. So. About that. Sorry I acted like a jackass, the other night. I just never expected to hear ya say somethin’ like that. I guess I never thought of ya as a romantic type. And, to be frank, ya don’t seem like the kinda guy who’d go for…y’know. Someone so much younger.”

Vincent’s face fell. “Oh. You object to the age difference. I hadn’t considered that. I…I understand.”

“Not the age difference, per se. It’s just, when one of ya’s been around and seen some shit, and the other one’s barely outta the nest, there’s uh…an imbalance. Y’know?”

“Barely out of the nest? At what age did you leave home?”

“What, me? What’s that gotta do with anything?”

They had arrived at the hotel restaurant at that point, however, and couldn’t discuss it any further. During the seating shuffle, Aerith was trying to maneuver Vincent and Cid into seats beside one another, and unbeknownst to her, the others were trying to put her and Vincent together.

Vincent became the unwitting tuber in this game of social hot-potato, and wound up in the uncomfortable position of sitting between his two friends, rather than on the end, as he preferred. Tifa sat across from Aerith, with Yuffie in the middle, and Cloud across from Cid. The table was meant to accommodate eight, so there were two empty chairs on the end.

After drinks were ordered, the conversation became general. Cid anxiously downed an old fashioned and was already halfway into a second, before the appetizers even arrived. Vincent’s red wine stood untouched, however, as he had crossed his arms and promptly fallen asleep, as soon as the party were seated.

Cid thought it was strange that he wouldn’t be paying more attention to his girl, but she didn’t seem the least bit concerned with Vincent, either, and was intently focused on her friend across the table. It was like her and Vinnie weren’t even together, Cid thought, as he sucked down the remnants of his third drink and signalled the waitress to bring another.

He usually enjoyed all the lively banter between the young people in their group, but the mood was off today. Everyone seemed kind of tense and on edge, like they were expecting something to happen. Especially Cloud, who was usually so flat in affect, he could be taken for a cardboard standee.

Or maybe it was just Cid’s imagination. It was taking every bit of his energy to put on a cheerful and supportive face for Vincent and his young lady, and he wasn’t even doing a great job. But how could he be expected to, after he’d been bulldozed by his revelation, the other night?

He’d called Shera in a near panic, about it, at which she’d laughed for far longer than he thought was strictly necessary, and then said she was glad he finally figured it out. She didn’t have any advice regarding what to do, however, except to commiserate about it being really unfortunate that his first gay crush was on a bisexual guy who already had a girlfriend.

Then there was a whole back and forth where Cid asked why she thought Vinnie was bisexual, not straight, at which she’d laughed even harder, and called her girlfriend over so she could laugh, too. Damned women and their already knowing everything, Cid groused internally, as the waitress delivered his fourth drink. He was getting tipsy at this point, though, so he slowed down and nursed the beverage, while he tuned in to the conversation.

“People can’t control who they love, but if it’s someone they know is bad for them, or might even wind up hurting them, they should come clean to their friends and ask for support,” Tifa was expounding, in response to something someone had said. “I, for one, would be really hurt if a close friend didn’t trust me enough to talk to me about those things.”

“But maybe it’s not about trust,” Aerith put forth. “Maybe it’s just a really complicated situation, and that person isn’t ready to be outed to their friends yet.”

“I guess anything’s possible,” Tifa replied, looking unconvinced. “I’m just saying I think people should rely on their support systems, more. And by that same token, if their support system sees them doing something incredibly stupid, they have a responsibility to say something.”

“And I think everyone should respect each other’s privacy, especially about relationships, until they’re ready to talk about it, in their own way and their own time,” Aerith contended.

Cloud nodded vigorously, at his end of the table.

“Yeah but, if they’re going to be super obvious about it,” Yuffie interposed, “like basically eye-fucking every time they’re in the same room, not to mention running off to be alone together, all the time, they’re kind of making it everyone else’s business.”

“What do you mean, eye-fucking?” Cloud wanted to know. “Intense eye contact can mean all sorts of things. Especially in combat situations.”

Aerith ignored him and leaned around the unconscious Vincent, to look at Cid, who was sucking disconsolately at his drink, through the teeny cocktail straw. “What do you think, Mr. Highwind?”

“Hm? Ya wanna know what I think?” he said, slurring his words a bit. “Well, gather round, cause the old man is gonna tell you kids the way it is. It’s like this. People’s gonna follow their hearts, whether you like it or not. Best ya can do is respect your friends’ choices and not interfere in their shit, where you’re clearly not wanted. Even if they were your best friend, and it hurt that they didn’t come to you with it sooner, cause ya just want ‘em to be happy, no matter what, even if it means ya can’t be their most important person anymore, and you’ll probably die alone in a ditch somewhere.”

There was a beat of baffled silence.

“Well, you won’t die alone, though. Right, Cid?” Tifa asked. “Isn’t Shera your girlfriend?”

Cid choked on his beverage and actually spit some out. “M—my what? Hell no, she ain’t! Can’t a man and woman be friends and work together and live in the same house without people makin’ wild assumptions? Damn!”

“Once again, I awaken to Cid spitting all over me,” Vincent sighed, dabbing his cloak with a napkin.

“Sorry, Cid, yeesh,” Tifa laughed. “I didn’t mean to offend your delicate sensibilities.”

“I ain’t offended, but I’ll tell ya what. Don’t ever let her hear ya say it, or there’ll be hell to pay.”

Yuffie blinked around at the group, none of whom had reacted to Vincent’s statement. “We’re all just going to move past that?”

Cloud looked at his phone and immediately hopped up from his seat. “Sorry, guys. Excuse me, for a minute.”

“Cloud, damn it! Not this again!” Tifa called after him. “You invited us to dinner, you have to actually eat dinner with us!”

“I’ll be right back. I just have to…go to the bathroom,” he said, as he walked briskly away.

“The bathroom is the opposite direction,” Yuffie said, squinting suspiciously. “What is he up to?”

“Morning, Vincent,” Aerith said sunnily, to the yawning vampire. “Cid ordered you a basket of breadsticks, but I ate most of them, while you were asleep. Also, I drank your wine.”

“You’re welcome to it,” Vincent replied, unconcerned. “I don’t think the wine here is all that good.”

“S—Sephiroth!” Yuffie shouted suddenly, giving everyone a jolt. “Cloud, look out! Sephiroth is right behind you!”

“Wait, wait! Everyone calm down!” Cloud pleaded, holding up his hands, as his friends leapt to their feet and summoned their weapons. “He’s not here to fight! I asked him to come!”

This elicited stunned silence from the group, in which the sound of Cerberus’ hammer clicking back rang out very clearly, followed by Vincent’s deep voice.

“Care to elaborate?”

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Chapter 2

hey y’all it’s been a minute but I’m back with Franklin saint and I just finished the show and I won’t spoil the show how haven’t finished the show but the people who know what happens 👀 but anyways this is still takes in season 1. I'm still a new writer so please be nice (side note: frankie has already met avi in this AU but I'm still gonna incorporate the drama that happens in the show but I couldn’t help to write pilot episode, baby Frankie he’s just such a cutie pie 🥰but I hope y’all enjoy 💕🫣)

Summary: lexi wakes up from the next day, and she has conversation with her momma, and makes a lie to her momma to see frankie to go see a wrestling match and letting her spend the night with Frankie Saint.

Warnings: afab-reader, n-word usage, sneaky-lexi, fingering, cursing, kissing, quick-exhibitionism👀, oral (fem and male receiving and giving), cum-eating, squirting, ass-spanking, titty-sucking, ball-kissing, face-fucking (let me know if missing anything)

word count:8.1k 18+ mdni+ (wholly fucking shit)

(franklin and lexi are 19 years old)

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Slowly opening your eyes looking around your room the yellow shaded with spread Micheal Jackson and Whitney Houston posters feeling the pink florals cover over you, with the thoughts flashing through your mind felling Franklin hands touching you all over, felling his fingers inside of you, kissing him over and over, you sigh slowly getting up and putting on a t-shirt and shorts.

Walking to the bathroom to brush your teeth and to do your skincare, leaving to see your momma cooking breakfast making bacon, eggs and grits, leaning towards her to kiss him on the cheek "good morning, momma how was your night?” taking a seat at the table your momma gasp “OH JESUS! alexia you scared me and good morning, how was the rink?" looking at you smiling also taking a seat with two plates in her hands, sitting one down in front of you "uhmm it was fun I actually got to practice going backwards I think I getting better at it” putting a piece a bacon in your mouth while grabbing some sugar and putting it in your grits, stirring it and putting it in your mouth.

Your momma looks at you eating her eggs “and how were the boys, were they having a good time as well?” You sigh “yeah they were, and franklin and melody were just skating with each other the entire time, though and kev was mackin’ to some girl at the rink, and i think leon was just skating by himself as well.” keeping up with your lie to your mom and not accidentally telling her the truth, she nodded her head “better her than you alexia, I’m glad that you’re taking my advice when it comes to these boys, I’m telling you there not good anymore.”

You finished your food, putting your plate into the sink, starting to washing the dishes, you put your plate into the drying rack as you continue putting the rest of the dishes into the rack, you turn your head, lies slipping from your mouth “yeah maybe your right momma, it be nice to have some girlfriends too.” listening feet slowly coming towards you, feeling a hand on your back "aye maybe you can start talking to shon-shon, I hear she good peoples.” a shaky breath comes out, pulling grin on your face “yeah momma I’ll see what’s she doing for next week will that make you feel better.” your momma sighs “yes it would alexia.”

Closing your bedroom door, you jumped on the bed, felling the south-central heating up your room, deciding to crack your front window the cool breeze on your face closing your eyes, absorbing the sun on your dark skin. Obviously, you can’t stop being friends with them, you wouldn’t. Especially not to frankie, but you knew that one day you were gonna have to tell your her the truth. The barbecue smoke fills your nose, hearing the music and the laughter coming from down the street. The ice cream truck stops in front of your house, kids screaming telling the ice cream man to stop, looking out your window, seeing the man asking if the kids had any money, the children’s saying ‘no’ the man shakes his head calling them ‘broke ass kids’.

You see frankie walking up the truck, having a conversation with the man seeing franklin handing him some money, then walking away telling the kids to get whatever they want. frankie stops in front of your house, he smiles at you, looking both sides of the road to see if there’s any cars passing through. frankie finally comes up to your window “sup, baby." you licked your lips grabbing at his face, pulling him into a kiss. you feel his soft lips pushing up against you, they feel so soft, you couldn't stop. You grab franklin by the shoulder, pulling him into your room, you bite frankie bottom lip, frankie grunts up against you, feeling his fingers touching your pussy over your shorts, your moan in his mouth. frankie moves you shorts to the side, feeling his middle and ring finger inside of you, working you in and out of your pussy "god baby, you always this wet for me?'' you moan in his mouth, "yes, baby always for you frankie." moving your hips to the rhythm of his hand, your head falls back, feeling franklin fingers inside of you, hitting you soft spot, fraklin grabs the back of your neck, pulling you in closer into his lips "frannkie-e, I'm gonna cum" feeling your stomach getting hot "nut on my fingers, baby let that shit go" you feel frankie lips over your mouth, muffling your moans so no one can hear you, looking up at franklin, starting into his chocolate eyes, you couldn't help it, you let out a loud moan "yeah baby, let that shit out I wanna hear you'' you moan "uggh-h frankiee" having your climax wash over you, moaning into fraklin mouth, he puts his tongue in your mouth, to silence you. still working his fingers inside of you "god lexi, you look so beautiful when you nut on my fingers."

You feel being lowered on to your bed, franklin starting at you, his eyes drifting from your supple breast to your soft tummy, looking at your shorts to see your shorts were completely soaked, frankie looks down at his fingers to see that they were still creamy, his open his mouth to put his fingers in his mouth he groans, tasting the sweet and tangy nut that came out of you, he sucks his fingers dry swallowing the last bit, still having your aroma in his mouth, he licks his lips "how do you fuckin' taste better than last night hmm baby?" you push yourself up from the bed. slowly walking up to franklin pulling him in for a kiss, feeling his soft and luscious lips moving against you, frankie bites your bottom lip, and kiss you one more time. " aye you think I can see you later today?" you smile "of course frankie it could be anything." frankie grins at you "well lee, kev, and me were thinkin' about going to this wrestling match today.” “oh my god yes frankie, I haven’t been to a match in forever wait is el oso gonna be there, I know he’s your favorite.” smirking up at him, staring into his chocolate orbs “mhm good cause I already bought you a ticket.” grabbing you into a another kiss.

“AYE NEPHEW! WERE YA AT NIGGA!” You jumped at Jerome’s boisterous voice traveled around the hood. You push Franklin towards your window “I’ll make up a lie to my momma so I can see you tonight” “okay page me if you can’t make it.” You tilt your head, furrowing your brows “nigga you think I’m missing el oso, you know he’s my second favorite.” “Ah and who’s your favorite alexia.” frankie backs up to the window “obviously it’s Macho Man nigga.” frankie grins, finally steps out your room franklin bends to look up at you, you slowly caress his cheek, stares longingly, your thumb touches franklin lips, he gently kisses your hand. You gave franklin one last kiss, franklin growls in your mouth “god lexi you’re so beautiful.” “frankie stop.” frankie slips his tongue in your mouth, “but your lips are so sweet.”you pull away from frankie “okay you better go, before jerome come whoop your ass.” “mhm aight come by Jerome house and we’ll take the bike.” You playfully hit franklin’s chin “okay I’ll see you later tonight frankie.” frankie backs away from you with a smirk on his lips “see you soon baby.” frankie walks back down the street to jeromes house.

You lay backdown on your bed letting out a puff of air thoughts running thoughts your mind of what just happen, looking up at the ceiling, turning your head to see your house phone sitting on your dresser, you and shon-shon have been friends since forever and even though she’s cool with melody, you know were her loyalty lays.

You push yourself up, fully standing to walk over to the phone dialing shon-shon number hearing it ring a few times “hello.” you didn't recognize the voice hearing her mom on the phone “hi Ms.Jones it’s alexia is shon- shon there?” “mhm hold on sweetie, SHON-SHON it’s alexia on the phone come here!” you pull your head away from the phone, almost hearing a ring in your ear “hey girl, what’s up?” “Hey shon-shon, how have you been?’’ Hearing her talk about what’s gong in her life, talking about boy problems and what not. "hey so I called you so I can ask for a favor, you think I can tell my momma that I’m gonna sleepover at your place tonight.’’ “ mhm okay but what’s in it for me?’’ "well whenever you want to stay out with trey, just me know and I’ll cover for you.’’ Shon-shon agrees “okay well if you’re moms calls me I’ll say that you’re here with me.” you do your happy dance “thank you shon-shon I owe you big time thanks.” “yeah yeah just call me after so i can get the deets from you.” Your not too sure if you want to do that in the back of your mind you know that melody and shon are friends, and you're not ready for everyone to know your business.

You walk out of your room to walk down the hallway seeing pictures of your family, stoping to look at a frame of your dad holding you as you were a infant laying on his chest, slowly entering you momma room to see her making her bed. “hey momma so I actually talk to shon on the phone just now and she wanted to know if we can have a sleepover at her house, can I go?” as she is fixing her pillow “wow that was fast lexi, I’m glad that your branching out to get some girlfriends.” “yeah momma I told you I’m done hanging out with franklin and them” your momma puts her hands on her hips “you ain’t lyin’ to me lexi now.” you walk closer to her “no momma you can call Ms. Jones right and she will tell you.” hugging your momma “I promise momma, I’m done hangin’ out with them and you were right” you feeling your momma hugging you back, almost squeezing you “alright I believe you make sure you pack a bag, and bring some snack too you didn’t wanna show up empty-handed.” thankful thinking that your momma let you go to see franklin realizing you get to spend the night with him as well.

As you walk out the shower into your room, closing in on all your blinds, putting your lotion all on your body, putting on a clean shirt and sweats you open to drawers to look at clothes you need to pack. You grab another pair of pjs shoving it into your backpack, you walk over to the closer, slowly picking out on what you wanted to wear, yellow tubetop that just stop at your midriff and a jean skirt, you grab your necklace to put in your backpack not wanting any uncertainty coming from your momma, also pack some makeup in your bag, just little somethin’ for yourself you still have enough room to put some snacks in your bag, you put on your snacks then you walk out of your room into the kitchen.

You grab some chips, candy and two bags of popcorn as your putting everything away in your backpack, you hear feet shuffling your away “I spoke to Ms.Jones and she told me that you’re spendin’ the night with shon-shon.” showing a smile on your face “see momma I ain’t lyin’. I’m gonna go to shon’s house.” the faster you leave, the quicker you’ll see franklin “hold on sweetheart now I know you’ve them boys all of life, and I’m just lookin’ out for you, the quicker you realize that they ain’t good anymore.” you back away from momma “shon-shon waiting on me momma I love you, I’ll see you in the morning.”

Walking down the street to still see your momma standing on the porch, looking around to see kids playing around the street, looking out for cars you keep walking looking on your left to see Jerome’s house. jerome is brenching some weights, you walk on his lawn “hey jerome.’’ he puts the weights on the rail he rises up, smiling on his face “sup, lexi how you been?” “I’ve been good, I came by to see fankie is he in the house?’’ he nods “yeah he’s here go right in.” you smile back at him “thanks jerome.” as your walking up at the house jerome asks you a question “aye you comin’ to the fourth of july party it’s gonna be poppin!’ you turn around “yeah I’ll be there are you pull out the fireworks again.” jeome lays back down pulling the weight back down on his chest and pushing it back up “you know it lexi!”

Opening the door to see louie sitting on the coach in the corner of the house watching her soap operas, she looks over her shoulder “heyy lexi what ’cha doin’ here?” walking more into the house “hey louie can I came to see frakie we’re going to a wrestling match tonight.” sparking up a question “watch ’cha watchin?” “oh girl this nigga here is cheating on his wife, and this woman is planning her death and tryin’ to blame it on him, y’know makin’ it looks like he did.” “oh shit louie that shit crazy.” “yeah aye franklin’s in the back if you wanna see him.” smiling at you knowing about your little crush about franklin “thanks louie I’ll see you later.” walking down the hallway, you open the door to see franklin sitting on the floor counting money on the bed, and it's covering the whole bed. “sup baby, come in and can you close the door for me.” you nod still looking at the money “hey frankie, that's a lot of money right there.” still standing, franklin snorts “yeah baby I met this man who helped me with my business his name is avi, he’s this crazy ass Israeli motherfucka.’’ you walk closer to frankie, slowly putting your backpack on the ground, bending your knees to sit on the floor “oh my god frankie, don't tell me he tried to shoot you." franklin laughs "actually he did, he made me put on a vest to see if I was down to make this paper." "frankie can I ask you a question?'' franklin starting at you, looking into your beautiful chocolate eyes "uh-huh." you bite the bullet to ask him "why are you doing this frankie?" franklin looks confused " what 'cha you mean why I'm doin' this?" you push out air out of your nose. looking up at the money again, then looking back at franklin "like what are you doin' this for?"frankie lets out some air "Well I'm gettin' paid to learn how to run a business, do things when I want and how I want. I'm gettin' paid more than some office job and eat shit that's what I'm not after. I want freedom, freedom from all of it. and I want you to look at our future." turning your head to look at the money once more "I believe you frankie and I want to be with you through everything. I just don't you to get hurt in this." frankie pulls you into a kiss "you know that ain't gonna happen and I won't anything happen you too baby I promise." feeling frankie lips on you, you nod your head "okay frankie I trust you."

Holding onto your handheld mirror, mouth hanging open while you put on eyeliner, tearing open your backpack, looking for your mascara as you gracefully putting on your lashes, you feel franklin's hands touching you "nigga stop before you mess me up." franklin smirks at you "why you don't even need it lexi." you roll your eyes "frankie stop." focusing in your eyes, franklin turns your head "hey I mean it baby, think you're beautiful without all that stuff on your face, and I thought you were really beautiful this morning while you were nutting on my fingers." franklin pulls you in for a kiss, feeling his soft lips on you, biting your bottom lip franklin slips his tongue, sucking on it, franklin pulls you onto his lap "ugh-h frankie I need to finish so we can see lee and kev." frankie groans "arghh you know I don't want to baby.'' "well how about when we come back, we can have a little sleepover." feeling lips on your neck, slowly moving down to your chest "aye how you manage to get out anyways?" "I told my momma that I was sleeping over at shon-shon's house." "why you lyin' to your moms for? she knows me?" frankie pulls away, looking into your eyes, you pull your face down "she knows what your doin' frankie, and she doesn't like it, she wants me to stay away from you." "is that what you want?'' franklin pulls your face up to look at mahogany skin, starting into deep brown eyes "of course not frankie I'm with through the end, whatever that may end up." frankie nods, you kiss franklin once more, slowly moving your hips, franklin pulls off "okay you gotta stop, before I get hard again." you slowly move away to pick up your mirror to see your mascara smudge on your cheeks "nigga I told you to leave me alone and now I gotta redo my mascara.'' "aight aight I'll be over here. by myself.'' you start to giggle, grabbing your wipes to clean off the smudges off your face.

You look at yourself into the mirror, happy with the way you look fro pick out in a circle, a gold shimmer in the corner of your eyes cascading on your lid, a sharp wing liner, full lashes, with a brown lip and gloss on top, you change out of sweats into jean skirt, you bend down to find tube top, you felt a hard smack on your ass "OW! frankie that hurt." rubbing the sting that was still left on your ass " why baby yo ass looks so smackable though,mhmm" you finally find your yellow tube top, you step into it pulling it up too your chest, having it stop were you still showing some cleavage, you look over to see frankie dress in a orange t-shirt with black pants and white adidas. "oh I almost forgot." you bend down to look for necklace once you find it, in your front pocket, you pull it out to show franklin "can you put this on me baby boy.'' "of course baby, turn around." frankie's hands grasp your shoulders one of his hands taking the necklace out of your hands, opening the clasp, laying it on your chest, having it stop right at your breast frankie lips gently grazing your neck slowly moving down to your shoulders, hands gripping at your waist, pulling you in closer to him "god baby you are so beautiful." "we gotta go remember, the faster we leave, the sooner we get back to have our sleepover frankie." franklin groans "arghh okay, you lucky that el oso is wrestlin' tonight, cause otherwise, I would've said fuck match." you giggle that burst into laughter "yeah right frankie I know you wouldn't miss this shit for nobody."

Franklin grabs your hand to walk out of the room to the front door, you see louie and jerome sitting out on the porch, people watching "aye me and lexi we'll be back we're gonna see a match." "are y'all goin' by y'all-self." louie says "nah lee and kev are gonna be there. but we'll be back later on but we gotta go so.'' jerome nods his head "aight nephew page me if anything go down, I know y'all gon be in pico-union nigga." frankie nods as well "uh-huh I'll let yall know if anything happens." you waved at them "bye yall." frankie walks to his bike while still holding you hand, frankie digs in left pocket to find his keys, he hops on and turning on the bike, realizing you had on a skirt ''frankie I can't get on the bike I have a skirt on." frankie smirks at you ''that just means you gotta get closer to me then." you sigh, putting your leg over the bike, pulling down your skirt "frankie I don't wanna flash anybody." "you ain't gon flash anybody, and I'm the only one that's gon see it." you scoot closer to frankie, feeling his strong back, you wrap your arms around his stomach, touching his solid abs you lay your head on his back." hang on I don't want you to fall." franklin kicks up the kickstand, moving his two feet to move out of the driveway, you smile at jerome and louie, frankie is out on the street, he revvs up the engine, leaving the house, you pass by your house, you turn your head hopefully thinking your momma is not sitting on the porch, thankfully passing down your home, you turned your head back to where you could see frankie "you good?" "yeah I just didn't want my momma to see me." frankie hums, looking back onto the road "you know I get, lookin' at it from your moms perceptive seeing your daughter wantin' to be with a drug dealer." you shake your head "you're more than that frankie, I want to be with you and I don't care what my momma thinks she's not gon stop me from being with you." "well alright then." fankie comes to stop at a light, you feel frankie large hand grazing your thighs, you try to scoot closer to frankie "god baby you are so soft.'' you squeal feeling frankie long friends touching your inner thighs, inching closer to your pussy, you moan "frankie green light." hearing a horn coming from behind you, frankie reluctantly pulls his hand away from you and starts to drive off, you pull into see kev and lee standing in front of the waving them hands in the air.

Franklin turns off the bike, you hop off the bike to hug kev and lee "damn franklin what took y'all so long the match is about to start." kev says "yeah lexi here had to get ready.'' you roll your eyes towards frankie "whatever nigga." '' well me and kev gotta bet goin on to see who wins, yall in?" "hell yeah we in!" you pull on frankie hand "frankie I didn't bring any money I can't play." franklin gives you a quick kiss "I can give you some money baby I don't mind sharin'." frankie grabs his wallet, to pull out a few twenty's for you, he puts in your back pocket, gently pats your ass, lee and kev walking up to the booth ordering some popcorn and some slushies “man that’s a fine ass bitch.” kevin staring at some mexican chick, looking at her ass, lee rolls his eyes “yeah whatever nigga the machine is definitely whoppin’ el oso ass.” you order for you and frankie the same thing as kev and lee, you hand frankie a blue slushy, you sip on yours, “yeah right nigga fo��sho el oso is gon win and if he don’t I’ll double it.” you taste the sweet flavors touching your tongue, you all walk inside of the building.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE HAVE BIGGEST AND THE BADESS MOTHAFUCKAS THAT YOU EVER SEEEE!” The commentor pointing at the crowd, screams rattle the building, you keep walking into the building looking for your seats, you kept close to frankie, feeling his hand squeeze you, “aye we right here.” kev says, stopping in the front row. kev, lexi, frankie, and lee in a row. “IN THIS CORNER WE HAVE THE UNDEFEATED THE RANGING CHAMPION ROOOCCK “THE MACHINE’’ JONESS AND THIS CORNER WE HAVE THE UNDERDOG FIGHTER ELE OSOOOO!!” Looking at the ring, there’s tall and hefty man with brown locks under his black and gold mask, and even taller white man with a purple and blue Shinglet with tease hair all the up to the sky, the bell goes off, the two wrestlers run up on each other, el oso throws the first punch knocking down rock jones, lee hands frankie a twenty, frankie smirks “yeah nigga, come on el oso take him down.” you turn to kev “are you team oso or whatever the white boy name is?” kevin smirks at you “umm jones actually delory been watchin’ him since he was young.” Jones picks up el oso then throwing him on the ground shaking the ring, you groan, grabbing the money from your pocket handing kev a twenty, kev’s eyes widened “damn lexi where you get all this money from I known you ain’t got no job.” frankie turns head, pulling in “where you think kev?” kev’s eyes shift between you and frankie “franklin now I know you ain’t gave lexi money, with yo’ stingy ass.” All three of you laugh, “yeah I might be, but it’s nice to share the wealth, you know.” frankie put his large hand on your thigh, you see kev’s eyes shift down to your legs, seeing kev to stiffen up almost looking defeated, lee looks over “aye y’all nigga watchin’ the fight almost over.” jones climbs up the rials, standing tall then to jump fallen on top of el oso, he grabs his leg to pin him down, the ref slams his hand on the mat to stop the fight, groans and screams throughout the room “AND WINNER BY PINFALL ITS STILL THE RANGING CHAMPION ROOCKK ‘THE MACHINE’ JONNESS.” frankie hands all of twenty’s to lee, looking smug, you grab your money as to give to kev, but he stops you “keep lexi,I don’t wanna be known as steal from franklin’s girl.” “we haven’t told anybody.” “well your secret is safe with me.” “thank you kev.”

As you see people watching out of the building, kev walks, you follow him, feeling frankie fingers interlocking yours, you turn your head to smile at frankie, looking at frankie’s full lips, pulling into a grin, you keep following kev to his car “so what we doin’ next I hear there is a party that one of our corner boys is throwin’.” you turn around to look for frankie, seeing him jogging to an alley calling out el oso, you turned to kev and lee to signal them to follow frankie “aye come’re I think frankie is talking to someone.’’ “aight nigga slow down.” you follow frankie seeing him getting a autograph from el oso “aye thanks man, nice to meet you.” you see frankie walking back to you “aye look oso signed this, I should get it frame.” frankie giggling, you all walk back to kev’s beat down of a car “aye so there’s this party tonight that one of our corner boys is throwin’ it’s his birthday today.” kev said “shit I’m down y’all comin’?” said lee, “nah actually me and lexi are gonna head out, her momma pagin’ me so catch y’all later.” frankie daps up kev and lee and you hug them, kev hugging you a little bit tighter, you wave goodbye, walking back to his bike you said “so you ready for our sleepover frankie.” “baby you know we ain’t doin’ that.” hopping in the bike to drive back to jerome’s house.

Frankie parks in the garage, turning off the engine you both walk up the steps into the house, the lights were on, you see louie and jerome seating on the couch watching tv, some old black love movie was on the screen “heyy how was the match?” louie said “it was so fun there was hella people there, but el oso lost.” “hmm any mexicans out there fuckin’ with y’all niggas?” “naw but I did get oso to sign this for me, pretty cool huh.” “Mhmm.” jerome and Louie nods their head in agreement “aye we need I think we need to talk business for a second, I found out where lenny and ray-ray lives, and I need some some help to get my money back, you think y’all know anybody to help me and lee out.” “there’s this guy name karvel he lives off on 23rd and Jefferson, one of the girls at claudia's club was talkin about him, but I hear he kinda crazy." frankie kept nodding his head "okay I'll page lee tomorrow it's been a few days and I wanna sneak up on them." "maybe I can come too." eyes bulge out of their eyes, in shock mostly frankie, not believing what he just heard. "what?" "I mean you could use the man power." jerome chuckles, oh god that was a horrible joke, "I just think four is better than three, and I told you frankie I want to be with you through the good and the bad, so were getting your money back." fankie flashes a quick smile, grabbing your hand to kiss, his soft and full lips grazing your thumb, "okay, but you stay in the car I don't want you getting hurt if somethin' go down." his chocolate eyes staring into you, "alright now y'all kids get out now, unless you wanna see somethin' you won't like," jerome pulls louie into his lap, kissing all over her face, she laughs "aghh aight we outta of here."

Walking in the room, seeing a fresh made bed, you hop on it, feeling the stress oozing out of you "so you really wanna do this shit babygirl. The game is not for the weak, I just want you to know what your getting into." you flip over to lay on your back "yes franklin I am and who knows maybe it won't get out of hand." you walk over to frankie, wrapping your arms around his neck, you could look at frankie, his smooth mahogany skin, frankie had a little scar on his left cheek, your thumb grazes over it "how did you get this scar frankie?" frankie chuckles "oh you don't remember, it was when we went to the park, and you were so eager to go down the slide, that you drag me down with." you smack your lips "nahh nigga you lyin’ you know I just lightly pulled you.” “hmm so since we’re having our sleepover did you bring anything.?’ you kiss him, frankie soft lips, pulling you in, frankie grabs your hips, moving down to your ass, gripping on it, you moan in his mouth “frankie we can’t be too loud jerome and louie are still up.” “I hear jerome and louie fuck all time, it’s fine.” frankie pulls you in wet kiss, frankie pecks your lips once more, feeling your pussy getting wet, you had to stop “I know I just don’t them to hear us.” “well we don’t have to sex, but we can do other things.” frankie wiggle his brows, you both giggle “maybe if you’re a good boy, let’s see how this night goes, but I do wanna change?’’ you walk over to your backpack, setting it on the bed, you pulled your night clothes, snacks and juices. “damn baby girl you got the good shit.” “you know it baby, I keep thang on me.” you change into your night clothes, frankie changes into a wife-beater and wear his blue boxers, seeing the undershirt contrasting with his beautiful skin, damn my nigga is soo fine, seeing him filling out his boxers, just swinging in there, you grab your makeup wipes, staring in to the mirror, taking off your work, in the corner you see frankie putting on a green du-rag and securing it, frankie walk over to stand behind you, looking into the mirror “you are so beautiful alexia, you know that.” “yeah but you can still tell me though.” you both giggle at your joke, frankie wraps his arms your waist, squeezing you in, frankie puts his head in neck, breathing in your scent, kissing your neck, you moved your head to give frankie more room, frankie hand moves to your shorts, his long fingers touching your pussy, “I know you said we can't have sex, but I wanna taste you.” frankie picks you up, like you were nothing.

Frankie moves your backpack and snacks on the floor, frankie gently lays you down on the bed “wait! I need to put on my bonnet on.” frankie search to find to find your pink bonnet, you put it on securing it on, you lay back down, you feel frankie hands rubbing up against your thick mahogany thighs, your eyes look down at frankie, you sit up, finally looking at your frankie, you put your hand on the side of his face, your thumb touching his scar “you are so handsome franklin, I think you are the most beautifulest person in the world and I want to be with you forever.” eyes locking on each-other, “you mean that shit baby?" you nod your head, frankie lifts up to get a better look at you, you gulped, heavy breathing, frankie just staring at you, looking so clam, like he knows what was going to happen in the future. Frankie smiles at you, eyes drifting down to your shirt, seeing that you had on your necklace on, frankie reach down to lay it on top of your shirt “you know when I got this for you this was a way to show everybody that you my girl.” “yes franklin I am yours as you are mine, I wanna your girl, maybe more than that.” frankie nods his head “I’m gonna get you out of here and your momma too, and once I’m done then we can talk about marriage and maybe even kids.” you kiss frankie, feeling his soft lips touching yours, they’re so soft, but forceful, frankie bites your lip, frankie kiss you again, you feel his hand pushing you down to the bed, the soft pillows resting against your head, frankie lifts up your shirt, throwing it on the floor, your dark nipples perk up, frankie latches on your nipple, sucking on it, frankie tongue circles on your nipple, sucking on it one more time, switching to the other one, sucking on your nipple hard, feeling the breeze washing over you, frankie lowers his head to kiss your soft tummy “you would look so gorgeous if you had my kids, knowing that something was made out of love, and that will never be harmed.’’ “you really mean that frankie that our baby will never be hurt.” “I promise alexia saint.’’ “mhhmm that has a nice ring to it, alexia saint.” “yes it do Mrs. Saint.” frankie kiss you, frankie tongue slips inside of you, sucking on it, tasting the sweet flavors in your mouth, you bite frankie lip, frankie pulls down your shorts, rubbing your thighs slowly touching your hips, “come’re.” frankie pulls you closer to him, he growls, his hand push up your thighs, looking at your pussy, soft lips, almost puffy looking, with a little pink poking out “your pussy is so pretty baby.” insecurity washing over you, slowly closing your legs, “don’t do that, I wanna see you okay.” you start to relax, trying to slow down your heart rate.

Franklin latches on your clit, his tongue swirling your pussy, you moan “o-oh god frankie.” frankie kiss your pussy, slowly sucking your clit, entering frankie tongue moves inside of you, moving your hips, your hand moves to frankie head, gripping on to his du-rag “fuck frankie you make me feel so good ah-h fuck.” “Nut on my face baby, I wanna see you shakin’.” you moan, feeling heat in your lower stomach, you put a pillow over your face, muffling your moans, you feel yourself about to cum “yes frankk-iiee oh m-y god I’m about to-o cum-m ughhh." frankie pulls the pillow off of you, putting his fingers inside of you, feeling his long fingers touching your spongy spot, frankie puts hand over your mouth, you try to gab frankie hand to slow him down, it's almost becoming too much. “move your hand baby girl and take what I give you.” you start shake uncontrollably, your eyes rolled in the back your head, moaning loudly against frankie hand, climaxing washing over you, frankie moves his hand, putting his mouth over yours, inhaling your moans, frankie kisses you, stilling inside of you moving in-n-out, you’re still moaning “you’ve ever tasted yourself before baby girl.” you shook your head no “I’ve never thought too frankie.” frankie pulls out of you, you both look at your essence, a light cream going down on frankie hand, frankie looks at you, you open your mouth, tasting a sweet and tangy flavor on your tongue, you moan, frankie pushes his fingers down your throat , you gag “oh shit my bad baby I’m sorry.” pulling frankie hand out of you, finally breathing, air fulling up in your lungs “it’s okay frankie, but I think I want something else.’’

You switch spots with frankie, looking at his boxer, standing at attention, you pull down frankie’s boxer, finally looking at his dick, bobbing back and forth, your hand touches frankie’s waist, gently touching his base, moving your hand up to his stomach, frankie rich skin kept going, you kiss frankie thighs up to balls, kissing all over them, your tongue swirling, sucking on his smooth balls “fuck-kk lexi I need you baby, please I need you in my mouth.” you kiss up his thick dick, looking so strong and girthy with a thick vein on the side from the base to the tip, you grip the base, working it up and down, frankie groans “ughh shit baby, you see how your teasin’ me baby, got me all tight in shit.” “just lay down and let me take care of you.” you open your mouth, putting fankie in your mouth, remembering to breathe through your nose, you lower head in taking frankie more, almost taking frankie in all the way, you take one more breath, opening your throat, pushing all the way down to frankie’s base, frankie lets out a loud moan. unable to control himself, frankie hand touches your bonnet, gently gripping your afro, frankie plants his feet on the bed, holding you still so he can fuck your mouth, you slip your fingers inside of you, not feeling as full with yours than frankie, you started to rub your clit, feeling your heat coming back in your tummy. “ yes-yes-yes ughh you like it when I fuck your mouth baby, stick your tongue for me baby.” you nod your head with frankie still in your mouth, you slip out your tongue out, tasting his under-shaft, frankie holds your head in place, frankie shivers “oouuhh baby fuck oh-h god I’m gon-na nut baby ughh do you want my nut baby?” you moaned, frankie stops “do you want my nut baby?” you nod your head “uh-huh.” “well you better nut on your fingers, while in nut your mouth.” you stick your tongue again, putting frankie back in your mouth, you put your fingers inside of you, working faster in your hole, frankie moves his hips faster and faster, you paid attention to your breathing, not wanting to gag on frankie “fuck baby I’m gonna nut, are you gonna nut too baby, come on baby, let it go.” bouncing on your fingers, feeling yourself to cum, your climax washing you, you groan in your throat, frankie hisses, pulling you closer to his base, frankie cums deep in your throat, you gulped it down, tasting frankie musky and strong cum, you lick your lips “you taste so good baby.” you look up at frankie, seeing him completely relax “come’re I wanna taste us.” you smiled, kissing frankie was something you can never stop doing, feeling his smooth lips pushing up against you, frankie groans, tasting a mix of sweet and tangy flavor in your mouth, “damn we do taste good, this might be my new favorite thing.” you moan in frankie mouth “oh yeah baby this might be my favorite thing too.” frankie smacks your ass, “ow frankie that hurt.” frankie smirks “I’m sorry baby, turn around I’ll make it feel better.” you rolled on your stomach, you lay your head on the bed, with your ass up, frankie is behind you, gently rubbing your sting, the pain slowly going away, frankie hands massaging your ass, spreading them apart, frankie bends down looking at your pussy, seeing your essence dripping down your thighs, frankie tongue licks up your cum to your pussy, sucking on your lips, sucking all of your cum out of you “ahh frankie what are you doing-g oh my god-d.” “I just want one more baby, can you do that for me.” you were gasping “I don’t know frankie I’ve never done it more than twice, I don’t think I can.” “you let me worry about that shit, you just relax baby girl, okay?’’ you nod your head “okay frankie.”

Frankie goes kiss your puffy pussy, his tongue slowly moving all around you, frankie slides his tongue to your clit, frankie wiggles his tongue back and forth against your clit, shivers running down your spine, you curl your toes, you move back against frankie face, “oh my fuck-k jesus christ frankie, you like how I taste baby huhh?’’ frankie growls, nodding his head, pushing in like he was trying to get inside of you, frankie pecks your pussy, feeling his lips working inside like he was kissing you, you grab frankie head “Im-m gonna cum frankie-e oh my god it’s happening.” "nut right fuckin’ now.” you let go of frankie’s head, you buried your face in the bed, you start to convulse, you arch your back, gripping the bed spread, frankie didn’t stop, you kept moaning, it became too much for you, you start to crawl to get away from frankie, he grabs on to your hips holding you in place “the fuck you think you goin’ hold still.” frankie still eating you up, you were still shaking from your aftershocks, “frankie please I feel like I have to go pee.” frankie stops “then go baby, I ain’t stopping you.” frankie sucks on your clit, sucking so passionately, you spread your legs futher, taking what frankie gives you, you feel it happening again, but this time is feels different, “oh my-y FUCK baby I’m gonna cum-m ug-ghh.” soaked essence came out of you, not realizing what just happen, feeling frankie wet lips kissing your pussy, you push frankie head away from you, not being able to take it anymore, you lay back down on the bed, feeling relaxation wash over you, you were panting, coming back down to earth, you feel frankie hand touching your ass “see told you I can make it feel better.” you grab the pillow next to you, smacking it upside of his head “nigga stop lyin’ you know just wanted to eat me.” you both giggled “yeah you right, but you like that shit didn’t you, tasting you after you nutted twice already.” my nigga is a freak, oh lord help me jesus “yeah I did frankie, but I have to go to the bathroom.” “you just did baby.” you stood up to look at the bed, a large wet spot, you jumped back on to the bed, you're embarrass, how could something like this happen I mean you heard stories of guys doing that girls, frankie senses sadness coming from you “aye don’t be like that, hey I’ll just tell them that I spilled water on the bed.” “this never happened to me before frankie, I didn’t know I could doing something like that.” “come’re.’’ frankie slowly lifts you up to hold you squeezing you tightly “it’s okay baby, I know that was a lot for you, but you were making the most beautiful sounds, I couldn’t stop and I wanted to see how you would sound if I pushed you.” you felt a kiss on your bonnet, you turned your head to kiss frankie, resting your hand on his chest. “well I’m glad I got to do it with you frankie.”

You put on frankie’s wife-beater and your underwear, you walk in the hallway, thankfully jerome and louie door was close, you walk into the bathroom to do your business, walking back into the guest room frankie already layed down a towel on the wet spot, seeing frankie already had his boxers on, with his du-rag on secured on, you walk over grabbing frankie chin kissing him on the lips “thank you baby.” frankie smiles “you know I got ’chu baby.” kissing one more time, you look to see your popcorn on the floor. you bend down to grab it, frankie smacks your ass once more “from now on you can’t be spankin’ my ass like the time, hard like that.” “what says who?” “says the one who gettin’ your spanks nigga.” frankie pouts “okay what about light pats then.” you nod your head “light pats are good baby, I’ll be back gonna pop some popcorn." walking back into the room, closing the door, you rip the bag of popcorn open handing it over to frankie, he takes a handful of popcorn stuffing it into his mouth, you walked over to grab your candy and juices, setting it on the bed, you ripped open a box of chewy candy, popping it in your mouth, you hand one to frankie, he opens his mouth wanting you to feed him, you gently place it in his mouth, you put some popcorn in your mouth, you moan “hmm sweet and salty nothing taste better than that.” “I could think of something better.” you both giggle “yeah I bet you can huh frankie.” you and frankie talked all night from what they want in the future, what kinda of trips they would like to take, franklin wanting his own plane, and what they’re children would look like. feeling your eyes closing, your head laying in frankie shoulder “you getting sleepy baby.” you nod your head, lifting up the sheets to get under the blanket, frankie turns off the light switch and getting under the blankets with you, frankie wraps your tummy, pulling you in closer, you snuggle with frankie, silence taking over “can I tell you something baby?” you flip over to face frankie “anything frankie.” you feel frankie breath, he smiles “well I know we just started dating, but we’ve known each other for all of our lives since we were kids, and you don’t have to say it- all I’m sayin’ is ummhmm I love you.” you sit up, realizing what frankie just said “arghh shit I knew I’ve shouldn’t of said that, I’m sorry baby-.” you kiss frankie to shut him up, you bite his lip, “I love you too franklin and no it’s not too early for this and like you said we’ve known each other all of our lives, and to honest with you baby I think I fell in love with you when we first met.” a gush of air comes out of frankie “oh thank god, you had me worry baby girl, I thought you didn’t love me.” “yes, yes I do franklin saint.” frankie pulls you in another kiss, slipping his tongue in your mouth, you put a hand on frankie chest “as much as I would to keep kissing you frankie, I’m sleepy.” “okay baby go to sleep, I’m gonna crack a window.” frankie walks up to the window, cracking it slightly, frankie get back into bed with you, cuddling up against you, frankie kisses your shoulder “goodnight baby I love you, sleep tight and don’t let bed bugs bite.” “and you get your shoe and you wack them until there black and blue, and I love you too frankie.”

Silence finally taking over the room, you drift off to your dream land, you and frankie are older sitting on the beach, two little kids come running up to you ‘mommy, daddy look we found a shell isn’t soo cool.’ you look to see a little boy and girl, looking like you and frankie mixed in together, they’re chocolate brow skin shining against they skin, they run back to the water, playing in the sand “I told you nothing bad happened to you and the kids.” you turn your head, looking at frankie, he’s gotten solid, a light patch of hair on his cheeks with a goatee, how is it possible that he gotten more fine over the years, frankie swats down on the blanket, taking off his socks and shoes, putting his feet in the sand, frankie smirks at you “yeah you were right frankie, thank you for protecting me and the kids.” you kiss frankie lips, feeling his soft pillowy lips, “and I’ll always will.” you hear cheerful screams 'mommy and daddy come to the water it's so warm' you kick of your shoes, frankie grabs your hand pulling you in to the water, laughter all round, not wanting to leave this dream and that one day you’re gonna make your dream a reality.

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Chapter 2 is finally done AHHHGHH🥹🥹 thank you to everyone reading this I know it’s a lot but I wanted to write the pilot, cause look at baby franklin saint I mean how can you not 🥰 the next chapter lexi meets karvel 👀👀 (LET THE DRAMA COMMENCE HAHAHAHA) and shout out to @wide-nose-and-wonderful for lighting a fire in my ass to finish chapter (thank you so much sis you don’t know how sweet your message was to me it really meant a lot to me 😘💕) and lexi wants to be in the game, she has no idea what’s going to happen. And I had Who is Jill Scott album playing on the last smut scene ‘show me, he loves me, and slowly surely’ is horny sex bitch music and it got me in the mood y’all 😈, and can we talk about frankie being a EATER, like a fuckin’ much, you can’t tell me that nigga does not eat the pussy, all day every day, and sneak-peak in to lexi's life in the future with daddy saint, I couldn't help it with his fione sexy ass, thank you again for spending time to read this and one more thing… I love you❤️.

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monty-glasses-roxy · 4 months

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Do you have any evidence of Roxy playing with the plushes in her room? Mostly because I would like to see it

Okay so I don't have like. The most concrete evidence in the world here, I'm mostly just looking at the environment and thinking about what it says about the characters and stuff. With that said, I'm also not the only one that noticed this (can't remember where I've seen people mention it before but I know I've seen this around a few times in fics and posts and stuff) so I dunno take this as you will

The idea Roxy plays with her plushies comes maingly from how the plushies in her room are arranged and a little from how her plushies are in the most random ass places sometimes. I don't know if there's more locations than the ones I'm about to show you because I don't have the game and can't just wander around looking for them, but here's what I know for sure!

First, Roxy's room!

Roxy's room is the only one of all four rooms on Rockstar Row to have the plushies arranged somewhat properly and not just left strewn about the place. Most importantly though, some of them are placed in ways that make it look like they're doing something. Here's the screenshots of all the ones in there:

So there's two sat nicely against the base of the kids motorbike ride, with one looking out the window and one looking towards the vanity table. Then there's one sat at a racing arcade cabinet as if it's playing it. There's two laid on the couch like they're taking a nap or just relaxing. There's one on the table either watching the one playing the game or maybe doing some imaginary other thing. There's another on the table, lying face up with a bunch of wrenches, a little shampoo bottle and a helmet so small it's the perfect size for the plushie next to it. Then you have one plushie driving the go-kart and running over another plushie from behind.

Yeah, the ones on the couch might be a little bit of a stretch, but some of these just kinda make it look like Roxy intentionally put them there to display them or to set a scene up. Like the table could be a pretend parts and services or something, hence why ones lying on its back with all the wrenches and stuff. They all just seem a lot less randomly placed, ya know? I think it's pretty cute ngl!

And then you have the Roxy plushies in weird places! Here are the ones I noticed (again, I don't have the game so these are screenshotted from videos I found):

Gonna quickly explain this one by saying I misremembered it a little bit, but it's still relevant. This random little room in the loading docks area, with nothing but a Sunnydrop poster, a staffbot staring at the door and two wet floor bots, has the Glam Roxy plush collectible in it. Bit of a weird placement given Roxy is literally never in this area to my knowledge and this is typically Chica's territory, so it makes me wonder what the hell it's doing in this werid ass room. An old idea was that Chica was playing with the plushies one day and stuck her in Gay Baby Jail or something.

Though, now I'm looking at it, if Roxy put it there, you could see it as leaving a plush down there to keep these guys company or for them to protect her or somethig? I dunno. A bit sad if she put herself in Gay Baby Jail though lmao but anyway...

This one is located in the Kid's Cove boat! I'm pretty sure that aside from the Golden Sunny plush and regular Moon plushie collectibles, this is the only plushie in Kid's Cove. Which is to say this is the only plushie I noticed that was actually visible. Given the light from the left is from a TV screen playing nothing but static (what's up with that??), this plushie was having a movie night or something. Or someone's living in the Cove. Or Roxy's made herself a secret hideout in the Cove. I dunno, but you see how the little drinks can is within the plushie's reach and all the... maybe sweets near its feet? I dunno whats going on with the shoes and the tiny Roxy mask, maybe there was a dress-up thing going on, who knows? I dunno if this is Cassie's secret hideout and she was playing with a Roxy plushie but regardless! This is a weird ass place for a Roxy plushie when everything else around there is Sunny and Moon themed!

Oh yeah and there's also another itty bitty helmet off screen to the right. Maybe the story is that this Roxy was driving the boat but it sunk or something? I dunno. I'm convinced those tiny helmets are for the plushies or some other toy cause there's a height limit on the go-karts they are not letting babies drive go-karts lmao

These two are in the dressing room style area thing of the Superstar Theatre. There's a good few plushies dotted around here but look! The one on the right is keeping the endo company! :)

Anyway, I don't know where the others are. I know there's a good few of her plushies just fucking everywhere in weird places and someone had to put them there, right? Her room having them all arranged like that is the only reason I would think Roxy's putting her own plushies everywhere though. I just think it's kinda cute that they usually seem very deliberately placed there by someone and given the whole murder scene going on in her room, Roxy seems the most likely culprit lmao

#fnaf security breach #roxanne wolf #pop rox answers #she loves her plushies I think #one of those people that anthropomorphises her plushies so hard but also likes putting them in Situations I guess lmao #its like she's blorbo'd all her mini plush selves or something #to be fair to her the animatronics probably don't get an awful lot of access to playthings #very little enrichment for them ya know? if all she's got in her room is plushies of herself then that's all she's got #with the exception of the funtime foxy plushie behind the tyres of course #anyway I've already established that roxy is probably the most Chronically Bored of all of them #so I think it's fair enough if she wants to play pretend with her plushies like the kids have shown her to do!#you can make it extra sweet if you say that Cassie is the one that really showed her the whole imaginary play thing!#like she'd never thought of it before but Cassie wanted to play pretend so now Roxy does it in her own time for funsies #maybe it helps her process some things she otherwise isn't able to as well #she deserves it!#I still want to know why there's a fucking go-kart in the caravan in Gator Golf though.#like whats up with that #long post

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judesstfrancis · 3 months

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thinking about vince darling and sammy aguilar today. I think the exact moment vince falls in love with sammy is when he's laid up in bed a couple days after his injury, leg aching and a migraine settling in and he can hear sammy, notoriously bad with kids, talking quietly with frank in the other room. she's been a little frustrated with her dad's injury, and how it means so much of her little routines have been disrupted. she's only 4 after all, she doesn't know why vince is all out of sorts. she's only ever had a scraped knee, as far as she knows u just put a band aid over it and boom, you're back doing cartwheels in the yard before sundown.

one of the things frank misses most is her room. but her room is up a flight of stairs that vince could never maneuver in this state and sammy practically kidnapped them both to his own home, besides. and frank doesn't mind living with sammy, no, she loves him, was ecstatic when vince announced they'd be sleeping over for a while. she just doesn't know why her princess bed isn't there with the canopy with the paper butterflies decorating it and her stuffed crocodile and her reading beanbag and the posters she'd ripped indiscriminately out of magazines and hung on her walls bc she'd seen someone in one of her aunt's tv dramas do it and immediately went to town on the oprah magazine wyn always kept on her coffee table

right now she just has sammy's impersonal guest room with all her clothes folded into the drawers of the dresser and a stack of her favorite picture books sitting on top of it. the walls aren't even yellow. they're green. it's stupid.

but there sammy is in the other room, frank's room, asking her questions

well let's start with what you do like. is the bed okay at least? comfy?

and there frank is in the other room, answering them with her usual four year old bluntness

hm-mm

okay. why not?

s'wrong

sure, I get that. so what would make it right?

princess bed.

right, got ya....what's that?

needs more buddy-flies

yeah, you're right. I think we can fix that. what else?

and on it goes until frank tells him everything that's right with her guest room (very little, aside from the fact that it has a window with a tree outside and her dad is right next door) and everything that's wrong with it (pretty much all of it, up to and including the pull chains for the ceiling fan).

at the end of it all, vince hears sammy pause. he winces a little, only partly bc of his growing migraine. vince has never denied his little girl anything, at least not anything that wasn't dangerous. she wanted a princess bed, so he got her a princess bed, and she wanted yellow paint, so he bought yellow paint, and she wanted a collage of oprah's favorite things on her walls, so he bought a subscription and a pair of safety scissors and let her go crazy with it.

but this is sammy's house. and frank has never had to live with anyone else before, doesn't understand that she can't always have it all. she's only ever slept over at her auntie wyn's house for a weekend at a time, when a blanket fort in the living room and fairy lights around the couch were enough to placate her. this is days, potentially months, in someone else's home, and while it breaks vince's heart that he won't be able to give her everything she wants, he knows sammy won't want to deal with all that. he just hopes he's gentle about it

instead, after the pause:

tell you what, kid. I'm gonna call some of your dad's friends, and we're gonna head over to your place because I don't know what the fu-hell-heck. a princess bed is. so we'll go pick it up and bring it here, with whatever else you're missing. can't take the walls with us, and I'm short on magazines, but the hardware store down the road has yellow paint and glow in the dark star stickers. what do you say?

and vince grows warm. thinks about sammy having to haul the old bed out of the house, find another place to store it. having to bring frank's bed in, probably take it apart and help her rearrange the butterflies to get it to fit. thinks about him buying new paint, sitting next to frank on the floor of the hardware store and staring at three near identical swatches of yellow paint for an hour before she finally chooses one. thinks about him cracking open a box of glow in the dark stars and waiting for frank to tell him exactly where to place each and every one, because lord knows she'll have an opinion about all of them.

before they leave, sammy stops in vince's room. vince speaks before he gets the chance to play it off

you don't have to do all this, sam

nah, she's your kid, darling. she wants teddy bear ceiling fan chains and a reading beanbag, she's gonna get it.

vince grins, only slightly strained. that bed of hers is a pain in the ass to put together.

yeah, well, so are you. I still wake you up every morning to take you to physical therapy

and it's a tease that vince would have met with anger a few weeks ago but now he just rolls his eyes, slightly amused

thanks

don't mention it. you got anything you want me to bring back?

not really. I've got enough clothes to last a while, and I already brought my shampoo over

not what I asked, darling. you live here, dude, at least for now. what do you need? to make it home?

vince swallows, thinks for a minute. wonders if the ache in his chest has something to with his migraine.

my bookshelf. and, uh, there's a blanket draped over the couch? maybe, um...maybe my sheets, too, if you don't mind

sammy nods, thinks to himself for a minute

you'll call me if you think of anything else?

yeah. actually -

hm?

I have um. a set of dvd's in the tv stand? if you could bring those? just in boxes is fine. obviously. you should kill me if I ask you to take apart the entire shelving unit and rebuild it for me in this room

well I'm already building a princess bed and I don't even know what the fuck that is, so. if you wanted, I could-

just the boxes, sammy. promise me

and sammy smiles, sharp and quick.

you got it, darling

sammy's never called him vince. he's only ever been darling, since the day they met. when they were on rival teams, it was mocking. once sammy got traded, it was just his name. now, though, this time...it's something different

vince doesn't know quite what it is, just yet, but there's a fondness brewing. he lets it settle deep into his ribs, right where the ache starts

#I love them so MUCH. god #speedrunning your enemies to lovers arc bc he cares about your kid >>>#text post #gabby writes #untitled hockey project

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pr33tylul · 1 year

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First part. I will be posting it on Wattpad and here but I’m gonna do a few more chapters first before I publish any of it but I hope you like the 1st chapter and also if you had any ideas and you wanna tell me send me in my inbox and I’ll answer them <3

“I’m warning you, Hermione keep that bloody beast of yours away from scabbers, or I’ll turn it into a tea cozy” “it’s a cat Ronald. What do you expect it’s in his nature.” “A cat? Is that what they told you, looks like a pig with hair” “that’s rich coming from the owner of that smelly old shoe brush. It’s alright crookshanks, you just ignore the mean little boy” “harry!” Ron said causing Hermione to turn around and look at him “harry!”

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“Egypt, what’s it like?” “brilliant loads of old stuff like mummies, tombs, even scabbers enjoyed himself” “you know Egyptians used to worship cats” Hermione piped into Harrys and Ron’s conversation “along with the dung beetle.”

“Not flashing that clipping about

again, are you, Ron?” They look to see the Weasley twins “I haven’t shown anyone!”

“No, not a soul. Unless you count Tom. The day maid. The night maid. The cook. The bloke that came to fix the toilet. That wizard from Belgium. Fred said, the both of them sitting next to each other.

Dahlias pov

Walking into the leaky cauldron with mrs Weasley I look around the room until I spot a familiar raven haired boy “harry!” I say walking towards him. He looked around standing up and I pulled him into a hug when I pull apart from him and I see his face has gone bright red. “Dahlia..it’s great to see you” he rubbed his neck, Mrs Weasley making her way to Harry.

“Harry!” She said putting her hand in his shoulder “Mrs Weasley” “good to see you dear”

“Good to see you too” “now, got everything you need?” “Yes” “yes? All your books” “it’s all upstairs” “and all of your clothes” “everything’s there” “good boy” “thank you” Mrs Weasley leaves us as mr Weasley says “Harry Potter” “mr Weasley” they shake hands and I smile to give them some space speaking to Hermione and Ginny. “Harry, wonder if I might have a word” “yeah, sure” they walk past the table

“Dahlia” “good morning mr weasley” I say before watching the both of them walk into a corner.

Harry’s pov

“Looking forward to a new term” “yeah should be great.” Harry. “There are some within the

Ministry who would strongly discourage me from divulging what I'm about to tell you. But I think you need to know the facts. Because you're in danger. Grave danger.” My eyes looked at the poster next to me “Has this anything to do with him, sir?” “Harry, what do you know about Sirius black?” That he escaped from Azkaban, That he killed someone. “Harry 13 years ago when you stopped..” “voldermort?” I finished for him “don’t say his name” he looked at me rather quickly when I said it “sorry” “Black lost everything. But he remains a loyal servant to this day. In his mind, only you stand in the way of…you know who.”

“In Black's mind, only you stand in the way of... You-Know-Who returning to power. That's why he's broken. That's why he's broken out of Azkaban. To find you. And-” I cut him off “kill me” mr Weasley nodded at me Harry. “I want you to swear that whatever you might hear

you won't go looking for Black.” Mr. Weasley, “why would I go looking for someone who wants to kill me?”

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As the HOGWARTS EXPRESS BLEATS ITS HORN, the milling horde of students. Parents hurry their children onboard, tiny siblings wave goodbyes... and Mr. Weasley dashes through the throng and up to an open train

Window. “Ron!” She called out as she was holding scabbers. Ron poking his head out taking him. “Don’t loose him!” She shouted as the train started to move.

Dahlias PoV

The aisle teems with students. Harry, dahlia, Ron and Hermione work their way down the aisle, looking for an empty compartment “well I didn’t mean to blow her up it sorta just happened.” Harry said as he looked “brilliant!” Ron laughed as Hermione said “honestly Ron it’s not funny, Harry’s lucky enough to not have been expelled.” “Actually think he’s lucky enough to not have been arrested” i say “come in everywhere else is full” Harry opened the door to see a man in robes snuggled into the corner of the compartment near the window. They sit down. Dahlia next to the man and next to Harry. “Who’d you reckon he is” Ron said looking at the man “Professor R.J lupin” Hermione said. “My father” i say looking at hat them all. You know everything. How is it she knows everything? “It’s on his suitcase Ronald” Hermione said rolling her eyes. “Is he really asleep?” Harry says “yeah looks like it, what’s going on” I say looking at him “I have to tell you lot something” he closed the door.

Rain hits on the window, as it looks horribly foggy. Dark grey clouds up into the sky making outside look very gloomy. “Let me get this straight. Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban to come after you?” Ron said stricken. “Yes” he skimpy answered “but they will catch black won’t they?” Hermione said “I mean…eventually it’s Azkaban we are talking about” i say “Sure -- Of course, no one's ever broken out of Azkaban before and he's a raving, murderous lunatic” looking at Harry’s face he looked a bit panicked. I couldn’t blame him. I had reached my hand out to try calm him but before I do the train stopped. “Why we stopping? We can’t be there yet” Hermione says as she looks at me “maybe we’ve broken down?” I look at Harry as he gets up and opens the compartment door only to be pushed back down again. The lights flicked once then the lights were off. The carriage was dark and I wasn’t able to see anything. “What's going on?”

Ron said as he’s moving around “ouch! Ronald that was my foot” “There's something moving out there. I think... people are coming aboard. Ron says I’m a scared way. My heart starts to race a little, not liking this one bit. The train moves backwards again causing me to knock into Harry “sorry” I say blushing a bit. “It’s okay” he looked at me “bloody hell what’s happening” Ron was now freaking out.

Suddenly I looked closely to see a kinda black figure walking Into our carriage. Crookshank hisses as I watch it suck out Harry’s soul, my dad standing it up and muttering a spell to make it go away. Looking at Harry he had fallen unconscious in my lap. Looking at my dad I say “help him, please”

The train was back moving, “dahlia you okay?, are you hurt” I smile “no dad I’m fine, thank you” Harry now waking up I look down as he opens his eyes, his meeting with mine “Harry? Harry, are you all right? He nods. Sits up.” I give him his glasses as he realises that his head was just in my lap and he blushes. “Harry, you glasses” I give them to him “thanks” he smiles. “Here eat this, don’t worry it’s chocolate” lupin passes him the chocolate. Harry takes it and bites into it “sir, what exactly was that thing?” “It was a dementor, one of the Gards of Azkaban, searching the train for Sirius black now if you’ll excuse me I need to have a little word with the driver, I suspect we will be arriving soon” he walks out the compartment.

He turned to look at the three of them “what happened to me?” “ll, you sort of went... rigid.

We thought maybe you were having a fit or something” Ron says still clearly panicked about what just happened. “And did any of you pass out” he said as he looked at me “no I didn’t pass out no, none of us did” i say “I felt weird…like I’d never be cheerful again but…” Hermione had shook her head no. “but someone was screaming. A woman” he said placing a hand on his arm i say “no woman was screaming Harry” I got comfortable next to him for the rest of the ride and before we know it we were there getting out into carriages to be brought up to the hogwarts entrance.

#harry james potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #harry potter x y/n #harry potter #Ron Weasley #Remus lupin

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aspenmissing · 11 months

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𝙼𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚝 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

A Radio turns on, playing ‘Heat of the Moment’ by Asia.

"Heat of the moment" Sam's eyes snap open and he sits up from his bed "Telling you what your heart is"

"Rise and shine, Sammy!" Dean says, sat on the other bed, tying his shoes. He is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

"Dude. Asia?" Sam says.

"Come on. You love this song and you know it" Y/N says, brushing her teeth in the bathroom.

"Yeah, and if I ever hear it again, I'm gonna kill myself" Dean turns up the volume.

"What? Sorry, we couldn't hear you" Sam laughs.

Dean and Y/N start bopping along. Sam shakes his head in amusement. Later, in the bathroom, Dean gargles loudly and long. Sam tries to ignore him long enough to brush his teeth; Dean grins when he sees Y/N look around the corner, squinting her eyes at him. Later back in the room, Sam and Y/N are standing beside the door while Dean rummages through his bag.

"Whenever you're ready, Dean" Sam says. Dean pulls out a black bra and looks at Y/N, who quickly points to Sam.

"It's Sam's" Sam glares at her and Dean laughs before rummaging through his bag some more; he pulls out a gun.

"Bingo" Dean goes past Sam and Y/N to the door.

"Now who's ready for some breakfast?" Y/N puts her hand up excitedly.

"Oh, Me me me!"

The door chimes as Sam, Dean, and Y/N enter the Diner, the cashier giving an old man some change.

"Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett" The Cashier says.

"Yeah, yeah" Mr. Pickett grumbles before walking out.

"Order up" The cooks shout. Sam, Dean, and Y/N then find a booth. Y/N takes the window seat with Dean next to her and Sam sits opposite them.

"Can't stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules" A waitress says, and Cal passes her some change.

"Some coffee" Dean notices a poster on the wall and nudges Y/N.

"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke"

"Sounds delicious" she says.

"You even know what that is?" Sam asks, and a waitress then walks up to them.

"You three ready?"

"Yeah. I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee"

"The special and a strawberry milkshake" Y/N says.

"Make it two coffees and a short stack"

"You got it" The waitress says, walking off.

"I'm telling you, guys, this job is small fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela" Dean says.

"Okay, sure let's get right on that" Y/N looks away with a thinking face. "Where is she again?" She asks sarcastically.

"Shut up"

"Look. Believe me, we want to find her as bad as you do. In the meantime, we have this" Sam pulls out some papers"

"All right, so this professor" The headline on the newspaper clipping reads ‘MISSING-DEXTER HASSELBACK LAST SEEN IN BROWARD, FLORIDA’.

"Dexter Hasselback was passing through town last week when he vanished"

"Last known location?" Y/N asks.

"His daughter says he was on his way to visit Broward County Mystery Spot" Y/N turns over a flyer.

"Where the laws of physics have no meaning" Dean reads, looking over at the flyer. Sam shrugs. The waitress arrives with a tray with two coffees, one milkshake, and a bottle of hot sauce"

"Two coffees, black" She places them down in front of the boys "One strawberry milkshake" She places it down in front of Y/N "and some hot sauce for the-" The waitress gasps as the hot sauce falls off the tray and smashes on the floor "Whoops. Crap! Sorry" She turns to the back "Clean-up!"

The three then exit the diner. A dog barks as Sam, Y/N, and Dean pass, and Dean grabs the mystery spot flyer from Sam's hands.

"Sam, joints like this are only tourist traps, right? I mean, you know, balls rolling uphill, furniture nailed to the ceiling"

"They're only dangerous to your wallet" Y/N adds.

"Okay, look, I'm just saying, there are spots in the world where holes open up and swallow people. The Bermuda Triangle, uh, the Oregon vortex-"

"Broward County Mystery Spot?" Dean says.

"Well sometimes these places are legit"

"Well-" Y/N collides with a blond girl, who is carrying a stack of paper.

"Excuse me" They continue to walk, and Dean sneaks glances back at the girl.

"The lore's pretty frigging nuts, actually. They say these places the magnetic fields are so strong that they can bend spacetime, sending victims no one knows where"

"Sounds a little X-Files to me" Sam, Dean, and Y/N pass two movers trying to get a desk in a door.

"Told you it wouldn't fit"

"What do you want, a Pulitzer?"

"All right, look, I'm not saying this is really happening, but if it is, we gotta check it out, see if we can do something"

"All right, all right, we'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look" Y/N says.

Sam, Dean, and Y/N enter a hallway, which is neon green with a black double spiral painted on the walls and door, holding flashlights. Sam closes the door behind them, and they move up the hallway. Sam pulls out the EMF reader while Y/N shines the flashlight around and up onto a table, lamp, and ashtray attached upside-down to the ceiling.

"Wow. Uncanny," she says, looking at Dean with an eyebrow raised. "And people pay to see this?" Dean shrugs. Sam examines another table with a wine glass and a poultry dinner, this one at an angle to the floor. They then move on.

"Find anything?" Dean asks.

"No," Sam replies, holding the unresponsive EMF meter.

"You have any idea what you're looking for?"

"Uh...yeah," Y/N looks at him, eyebrows raised skeptically. "No," she shakes her head. They both shine flashlights around other parts of the room.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sam and Dean turn to look. Y/N points her flashlight and handgun at the voice, seeing that it’s the owner, who in fact has a gun pointed directly at Y/N, while her own is elsewhere.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa. We can explain," she says, and the owner points the gun at Sam and Dean.

"You robbing me?"

"Look, nobody's robbing you, calm down," Y/N moves slightly and the gun is pointed back at her.

"Don't move."

"Just putting the gun down," Y/N says, trying to bend down to put her gun down only for the gun to fire and shoot her directly in the chest. She drops to the floor.

"Y/N!" The brothers shout as they rush to her, who is struggling to breathe.

"Hey!" Dean says. Sam looks at the owner.

"Call 911!" He orders.

"I-I didn't mean to-"

"Now!" The owner leaves. Sam looks back to Y/N, whose hand is now being held tightly by Dean.

"Hey, hey," Sam uses his hand on where she was shot, he holds his hand up seeing the blood on it before sharing a panicked look with Dean then back to Y/N. "Oh, no, no, no... not like this..." Y/N then goes still; eyes closing while Sam and Dean watch, devastated.

"Y/N," Sam mutters, Dean gripping her hand tightly.

"Heat of the moment" Sam's eyes snap open and he sits up in bed and stares around. "Telling you what your heart is"

"Rise and shine, Sammy!" Dean is sitting on the other bed, tying his shoes. Sam stares at him, then at the clock radio.

"Dude. Asia," Sam keeps staring, breathing hard. And not before long, his eyes are darting around the room in panic when he couldn’t see his sister.

"Dean"

"Oh, come on, you love this song and you know it," Y/N says, brushing her teeth. Dean turns up the volume and starts bopping along, Y/N following. Sam stares at her. In the bathroom, Dean gargles loudly and annoyingly, making Y/N come around the corner, squinting her eyes at him. Sam drinks some water, swishes, and spits. Dean and Y/N notice Sam's lack of reaction, and Dean spits out his mouthful while Y/N leans against the door.

"What?" Dean asks.

"I don't know."

"You all right?" Y/N asks.

"I think I-" Sam pauses. "Man, I had a weird dream."

"Yeah? Clowns or midgets?" Dean asks.

The door chimes as Dean, Y/N, and Sam enter the diner, the cashier giving Mr. Pickett some change.

"Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett."

"Yeah, yeah." Sam, Y/N, and Dean find a booth with Sam staring around, bewildered.

"Can't stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules." Cal passes her some change and Sam stares hard at them.

"Coffee." Dean notices a poster on the wall; nudging Y/N.

"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke."

"Sounds delicious." Sam glances between Y/N, Dean, and the poster.

"It's Tuesday?" Sam asks.

"Yeah."

"Are you three ready?"

"Yeah, I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee."

"The special and a strawberry milkshake.” Sam stares for a minute.

"Uh, nothing for me, thanks."

"Let me know if you change your mind." The waitress walks off.

"I'm telling you, guys, this job is small fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela."

"Okay, sure let's get right on that." Y/N looks away with a thinking face. "Where is she again?"

"Shut up." Dean snaps his fingers at Sam.

"You with us?" Dean asks.

"What?"

"You sure you feel okay?" Y/N asks. Sam sighs.

"You two don't- you don't remember? Any of this?"

"Remember what?"

"This. Today. Like it's- like it's... happened before."

"Yeah. Like deja vu." Y/N says.

"No, forget about deja vu. I'm asking you if it feels like, like we're living yesterday all over again."

"Okay, how is that not de-"

"Don't, don't say it! Just don't even..." Sam says, angry. The waitress arrives with one coffee, one strawberry milkshake, and the hot sauce.

"Coffee, black." She places the coffee in front of Dean. "Strawberry milkshake." She places it in front of Y/N. "And some hot sauce for the- oops! Crap!" Sam notices the hot sauce wobble on the tray and catches it as it falls. Doris gasps. Sam stares at the bottle in his hand and gives it back. "Thanks." The waitress puts down the bottle and leaves.

"Nice reflexes." Y/N says. Sam swallows, frustrated and confused, and doesn't say anything.

The dog barks as Sam, Dean, and Y/N pass, Sam staring back over his shoulder.

"Sam, I'm sorry, but we don't know what the hell you're talking about." Dean says.

"Okay, look. Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday too."

"Yeah. No. Good. You're totally balanced." Dean says.

"So, you don't believe me?!" Y/N laughs and collides with a blond girl.

"Excuse me."

"Look, we're just saying that it's crazy, you know, I mean, even for us crazy. Dingo ate my baby crazy. Hey, maybe it was another of your psychic premonitions."

"No, no way, way too vivid. Okay, look, we were at the Mystery Spot, and then-"

"And then what?" Y/N asks. Sam pauses.

"Then I woke up." They pass the movers.

"Told you it wouldn't fit."

"What do you want, a Pulitzer?"

"Wait a minute! The Mystery Spot. You think maybe it-"

"Maybe what?" Dean asks. Sam sighs.

"We gotta check that place out. Look, just - go with me on this, okay?" Dean and Y/N share a look.

"All right, all right, we'll go tonight, after close, get ourselves a nice long look." She says, making Sam quickly whip around to her.

"Wait, what? No."

"Why not?" Dean asks.

"Uhh - Let's just go now. Right now. Business hours, nice and crowded."

"My god, you're a freak."

"Guys."

"Okay! Whatever. We'll go now." Y/N walks a few feet ahead of Sam and Dean and looks to his right as she enters the street. A car slams into her from her left.

"Y/N!" The two rushes to Y/N.

"Y/N, no, no, no." Sam says. Y/N has blood on her face and is barely moving when Dean turns her over and picks her up.

"Come on! Y/N!" Dean pleads. Mr. Pickett leans out of the now-stopped car. Sam stares at him, then back at Y/N.

"Hey. Y/N." The woman isn't moving, and lays completely limp and dull of any life. "Y/N!"

"Y/N!"

"Heat of the moment" Sam's eyes snap open. He sits up in bed and stares around. "Telling you what your heart is."

"Rise and shine, Sammy!" Dean is on the other bed, tying his shoes. Sam stares at him before turning to the bathroom door to see Y/N brushing her teeth.

"The heat of the moment. Showed in your eyes." In the bathroom, Dean gargles loudly and annoyingly. Sam watches, then looks to the door to see Y/N looking at Dean with squinted eyes.

"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke," Dean says, nudging Y/N.

"Sounds delicious."

"Okay, would you listen to me, guys? 'Cause I am flipping out."

"Are you three ready?"

"He'll take the special, side of bacon, coffee, black. She'll also take the special and a strawberry milkshake. Nothing for me, thanks."

"You got it."

"Sammy, I get tingly when you take control like that," Dean jokes.

"Quit screwing around, Dean."

"Okay. Okay. He's listening, I'm listening. So, so- you think you're in some kind of what again?"

"Time loop."

"Like "Groundhog Day"," Dean says.

"Yes, exactly. Like "Groundhog Day"," Sam nods.

"Uh-huh."

"So you don't believe me," Y/N laughs.

"It's just a little crazy, I mean even for us crazy, you know, like, uh-"

"Dingo ate my baby crazy?"

"How'd you know she was going to say that?" Dean asks.

"Because you said it before, Y/N, that's my whole point."

"Coffee, black." She places it in front of Dean. "Strawberry Milkshake." She places it in front of Y/N. "And some hot sauce for the- whoops! Crap." Sam catches the hot sauce and hands it back to the waitress without looking. "Thanks." The waitress puts down the hot sauce and leaves.

"Nice reflexes," Y/N says.

"No, I knew it was going to happen," Dean sighs.

"Okay, look. I'm sure that there's some sort of an explanation-" He says.

"You're just going to have to go with me on this, Guys, you just have to, you two owe me that much!"

"Calm down-" Y/N says.

"Don't tell me to calm down! I can't calm down. I can't. Because-" Sam pauses.

"Because what?" Y/N asks.

"Because you die, today, Y/N." Dean looks to Y/N then back to Sam.

"I'm not gonna die. Not today."

"Twice now I've watched you die, and I can't-I won't do it again, okay? You're just going to have to believe me. Please."

"All right. We still think you're nuts, but okay, whatever this is, we'll figure it out," Sam nods unhappily.

The dog barks as Sam, Dean, and Y/N pass, and later Y/N collides with the blonde girl.

"Excuse me." Sam, Dean, and Y/N pass the movers.

"Told you it wouldn't fit."

"What do you want, a Pulitzer?"

"And you think this cheesy-ass tourist trap has something to do with it?" Y/N asks.

"Maybe it's the real deal, you know? The magnetic fields bending spacetime or whatever."

"I don't know, it all seems a little too "X-Files" for us," Dean says.

"Well, I don't know how else to explain it, Guys!"

"All right! All right. We'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look."

"No, no, no, no, no, we can't."

"Why not?"

"Because y-y-ou-" Sam stops, unable to finish.

"I what?" Sam doesn't say anything. "I die there."

"Blown away, actually."

"Huh. Okay, let's go now." Dean starts forward. Sam rushes after her and grabs her before she runs into the street. Mr. Pickett's car zooms past.

"Stay out of the way!" The three stare after the car. Dean and Y/N laugh until they see Sam's face.

"Wait, did he-?"

"Yesterday. Yeah."

"And?" She asks.

"And what?"

"Did it look cool like in the movies?"

"You peed yourself," Sam says, irritated. Dean snorts, looking away. Y/N, however, looks uncomfortable and embarrassed.

"Of course, I peed myself. Girl gets hit by a car; you think she had full control over her bladder?" She hits their shoulders. "Come on!" Y/N is careful to look both ways before they cross the street.

"I can't tell you how much I appreciate this," The Owner says. "We could use all the good ink we can get."

"How long have you owned this place, Mr. Carpiak?" Y/N asks.

"Well, my family's been guarding the secrets here since you don't want to know when."

"So, you'd know if anything strange happened," Sam says, bluntly.

"Strange? Strange happens here all the time. It's a Mystery Spot," The Owner chuckles.

"What exactly does that mean?"

"Well, uh...it's where the laws of physics have no meaning."

"Okay, like how?" Sam says, angry.

"Take the tour," The Owner grins. Y/N nudges Dean, gesturing her head to say something.

"The guy who went missing, Dexter Hasselback, he takes the tour?" Dean asks.

"Uh, uh, hold on a minute, what kind of article is this?"

"Just answer the question."

"The police scoured every inch of this place. They couldn't find that man. I never seen him before. We're a family establishment," Sam gets in the Owner's face.

"Listen to me. There is something weird going on here. Now do you know anything about it or not?"

"Okay. Look. Guys. Um. Give me a break. I bought the joint at a foreclosure auction last March, all right? Hell, I used to sell bail bonds." Sam stares at him, stony-faced.

"Okay, Kojak, let's get some air," Dean streets Sam outside. Y/N looks to the owner.

"I'm sorry about him." She then follows after the two.

The three walk down the street.

"Well, I hate to say it, but that place is exactly what I thought - it's full of crap."

"Crap people pay to see," Y/N adds.

"Then what is it, Guys, what the hell is happening to us?"

"I don't know. All right, let me just- So, every day I die."

"Yeah."

"And that's when you wake up again, right?"

"Yeah."

"So, let's just make sure she doesn't die. If she makes it to tomorrow, then maybe the loop stops and we can figure all this out."

"You think?"

"It's worth a shot. I saw we grab some takeout and head back to the motel, lay low until midnight," Y/N says, and Sam nods, hopeful, anxious, and shaky. "All right, good. Who wants Chinese?" Y/N starts walking again and gets two steps before being flattened by a falling desk. The movers, one holding the other end of the snapped rope and the other up in the window, stare at the scene. Sam and Dean look at their sister in despair.

#supernatural #older sister winchester #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fandom #reader insert

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askthechronoverse · 11 months

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Chapter Eight: Follow Me Down, Down, Down

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"What do we do now, Rick?"

The eyes of her advisor were glazed over with fear and mourning. He couldn't look at Unikitty as the world continued to crumble around them. There was only blackness now, like night had fallen but without the hope that stars provided.

"Princess…" He croaked, voice breaking down further. "You need to get to the castle. The castle is all that's left of our world."

"What about you, Rick? You need to come with me." Unikitty reached out to grab him.

"Don't come near me. I can hear the hole that took Puppycorn grow bigger. I'm not sure I'll have ti-" The cat shook her head and got closer.

"I can't lose you too, Rick! I lost my friends and my brother. You… I need you most of all… I'm gonna be lost without you!" She tried to grab Rick but he shook. As he did, the floor around him started to fall away.

Unikitty could feel her tears run hot against her face this time. She touched her cheek and the wetness made her recoil. Were visions of the future supposed to make you cry? Why did the visions seem so real now, like they were happening right before her eyes? She thought they were just dreams! She backed up toward the moat, wishing someone had answers around here.

She really had to find Rex now. He did say he could help her with the visions as well if things fell through. It was time to give the older Master Builder a chance to help.

Her paws seemed to have a mind of their own this time as she rushed to a building at the farthest end of the main city to start her search. She shook her head and continued to move toward her destination, watching it get closer. "I just need to… take the road past Richard's old newspaper stand… wait. Newspaper? Rick never showed an interest in journalism…" She looked on the street corner and squinted. She could make out a small stand that looked sad and abandoned. There was no color, but she could make out the words "Richard's Newspapers" on a wooden sign above a striped awning. She lifted an eyebrow as she approached the stand, which disappeared when she got close and left her on an empty street corner.

She moved back across the street and the stand still didn't manifest. "I could have sworn there was a newspaper stand here…" She started to move again, the stand flickering back into existence in the corner of her eye to seemingly taunt her. She turned to look at it again and it was gone. She put her head in her paws. This was becoming too much.

Her paws moved her forward, towards the building. The closer she got, the more intriguing this all was. Despite the age of the Unikingdom, it was old and clearly abandoned like the ghost newspaper stand. What was driving her to this spot? She stopped at the curb in front of the place. It looked deceptively tiny, like it knew it was hiding some great secret. The sign on the roof was falling apart and exclaimed that this was the "Escape Room of Doom", if you filled in the fallen and degrading letters half eaten by the elements. A banner that looked almost white asked the reader to rate the establishment and the sign on the curb demanding that only cash be used for payment was crumbled and nearly unreadable. Posters with no indication as to what they were advertising threatened to fall to the floor, but clung stubbornly to the windows. Slowly, she opened the door, looking around with fear and worry…

Only to reveal a cozy shop. There were shelves of books and displays with comics that showed various degrees of wear and tear. There were action figures and, at the counter polishing a miniature of a blocky beholder, was a being with Jack-o'-lantern eyes and a cape. The hood was down, an ectoplasmic green quiff adorning his head. The cape covered him completely, but clawed gray hands poked through to polish. There was a large table with comfortable chairs and soft couches by the window. The being looked up from his work and cleared his throat.

"Welcome to Cursed Games and Such. I wasn't expecting you so soon, princess." He put his miniature down and adjusted his name tag, which cheerfully stated "Score Creeper" was the name to call the being.

"Who are you?" Unikitty was pale as she backed up to the outside. The building looked as new as it should now, with the sign now corroborating with what the ghost-like entity said. Something about the clerk was familiar, but she couldn't pinpoint what as she stepped back into to the comic shop.

"Can you read the name tag, princess? I'm the Score Creeper." He rolled his glowing eyes. "Like I said, you were expected. I would have thought it would have taken a little longer for you to come to me, but it's not that big of a deal."

"I'm not really interested in comics and miniature figurines." Unikitty shrugged, picking up a comic that had a robot with an s on his chest on the front cover. There was a sticky note that stated that it was on hold for a customer.

"You have two friends that are. Which is weird because one of them strikes me as more of a jock than someone who would have an interest in this kind of thing but that's why we shouldn't stereotype people in the modern era, I suppose." He waved his hand in a circle as he spoke.

"That's neat… Wait. Are you talking about RJ or Hawkodile?" Question marks appeared above the cat's head.

"It's RJ, but he's not the one that matters here! Let's just focus. Your friend left you something he said will be important to you when you find this place and start a long journey. Hang on, I'll get it from the back." The mysterious being left through a door that stated firmly "staff only. all others must roll initiative." He soon returned with a small jar with a cutesy representation of Doctor Fox's head. The expression on the face was stoic and purposeful, like she was trying to keep herself from breaking apart. Unikitty took the jar and watched the little head just stay there, unmoving.

"What is this?" Unikitty lifted an eyebrow.

"How should I know? All he said was that the answers you seek are in the jar." He snatched the jar out of her paws. "He also said to not give you this because it would change everything. I believe he specifically said it would complicate matters."

"Then why show it to me?"

"He asked me to keep it from you a few days ago. If I'm being honest, he's no longer thinking straight. That's not normal for him." The Score Creeper put the jar down on the counter.

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robinofgothamcity · 3 years

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♡ "the next time i see you, it'll be in hell" / "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me"

♡ pairing: connor kent (superboy/RotS) x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / i was listening to 'esa hembra es mala' by gloria trevi so if you do speak spanish, that's a song rec while you read this fic. if you don't, listen to 'hermit the frog' by marina instead!

"connor please, you're giving ME a headache and it's only seven in the morning," his friend, jake, spoke as his hands covered his face, "wait, shut up, who is that?" connor asked, seeing you with a few friends.

jake sighed, "that's ( your name )," he spoke softly, "she's friends with everyone here. some like her, some can't stand her. it all depends on how she feels with you." you were schools resident 'popular' girl and had a bit of a following among your class.

"i'm gonna go talk to her," connor said. his friends eyes widened, "connor no!" jake screamed, grabbing his friend and pulling him back, "she's a complete bitch, don't do it!" jake exclaimed as he could tell that everything he was saying was going over connor's head.

you fixed the newspaper that had superboy's face plastered on the cover, "i just think that superboy could beat robin if i'm being honest. PLUS he's attractive because you can actually see his face," the day old conversation between you and your friends about who was the better sidekick struck up again and anyone who knew you knew how much you adored superboy.

"hey ladies," you turned to look at the boy, confused on who he was as you had never seen him around school. you gave him a small smile, "uh, hi?" you asked, "do i know you?"

the boy who approached you was wearing sunglasses which threw you off considering your school didn't allow anyone to wear them inside the building. you looked to his other friend, recognizing him as someone you had in your Calc class.

"just wanted to introduce myself, i'm connor," he said, giving you a sly smirk. you shook his hand, half awkwardly, "please i'm ( your name )," you replied as you saw the way connor gave jake a wink, "is there something you wanted or?" you asked again, not knowing why he was still here.

"no, just wanted to say hi to my future girlfriend," you let out a laugh, catching everyone off guard, "please, as if," you replied as you grabbed your friends and walked away, kind of taken back by the new boy.

"he was kinda cute," one of your friends said as you rolled your eyes, "uh, not really? kinda weird if you ask me," you replied, looking down at the newspaper, "well, i'm going to class, see ya," you said, walked towards your AP Lit class.

you sat down in the front, immediately talking to the friends you had in the class. it wasn't even five minutes later when connor entered the class, immediately smirking when he saw you. you growled, instantly annoyed at his expression.

"ah, so you've met the resident new boy?" you nodded as your friend giggled, "he's really nice. made more than a friends already," she said as you shrugged, "okay and? he had a lot of nerve coming up to me and telling me i'd be his future girlfriend," you replied.

she let out a belting laugh, "yeah, he told meghan from fifth period the same thing," you saw connor walking up to your desk and before he could make himself comfortable next to you, you instantly put your leg on the chair, "don't even think about it," you said, not even looking at him, "the desk in the back is available though," you smirked as you watched your teacher roll her eyes at your attitude.

connor bent down to your level, "don't gotta be so hostile, sweetheart, i know you like me," he whispered before getting up and leaving.

your friend, looked at you, laughing at disbelief at both of your attitudes. you rolled your eyes, trying to pay attention to the discussion as you could feel connor's eyes on you almost the entire time.

throughout the weeks and going into months, your relationship with connor didn't change. he arguably became the biggest pain your ass from the beginning of the day until the final bell rang. he managed to befriend a few of your friends which meant that you were around him at times.

you sipped your coffee as you were reading the newest article on superboy, "ah, ah, ah, what do we have here?" connor asked, taking the magazine from your hand, "superboy fan, huh?" he scanned the cover, a smug smirk coming onto his face as you snatched the magazine back.

"yeah, someone who's actually useful in life," you replied as he walked with you to your locker. he had never saw the inside of it and taken back by the amount of photos you had....of him, "aww, don't be that way, sweetheart! maybe one day superboy will actually give you a chance," he joked.

your annoyance instantly shot up as you slammed your locker and walking away, "see ya later sweetie!" he screamed. you stopped in the middle of the hall and flicked him off, "the next time i'll see you, it'll be in hell!" you yelled, storming off to class.

you walked into class, sitting down as your friend, henry, walked up to you, "hey babe," he said, a warm feeling crossing your face at the term of endearment, "hey henry, what're you up to?" you asked, seeing him looking at you, a bit nervously now.

"i was wondering if you were free-," before henry could say anything else, connor walked up behind him and tapping him on the shoulder. he had heard the conversation between the two of you and knew exactly where it was heading, "uh, she's not interested, better luck next time," connor stated, surprising henry with his sudden angry attitude.

henry knowing he didn't want to risk the chance of getting his ass kicked walked away from the conversation as you stared at connor with rage in your eyes, "what do you want?" you seethed as you saw connor's smirk playing on his face, "you weren't actually entertaining him, were you?" he asked in disbelief, "i literally hate you with every ounce of my being," you blurted, finally sick of connor's attitude.

his mouth hung open as you got up from the desk, "do me a favor and PLEASE leave me alone, that's all i ask," you stated as you walked out of class and deciding to ditch for the rest of the day.

"told you she was gonna blow up," jake informed as he sat down in his seat, connor still standing in place, taking in everything you had said. he knew he was being a bit of an ass but he didn't know you were that angry with him.

connor knew he had to make this up. he genuinely did like you and he didn't want to ruin his chances with you because of his shitty attitude. throughout the class period, he picked his brain for ideas until sirens went off in his head.

SUPERBOY.

he knew you were practically in love with his alter ego and he knew he could use superboy as a way to persuade you into giving him another chance. that is if he played his cards right.

you reluctantly showed up the next day, trying to avoid connor as best as you could. you were talking with a few friends, gossiping about the fight that superboy and robin had against a few low level villains in metropolis last night.

"hey, look at connor," jake whispered, seeing his friend practically beat up. you were taken back by his appearance as he had a few bruises on his arms and legs, "are you okay?" jake asked connor.

connor shook his head slowly, his body still recovering from the night before, "what were yall talking about?" he asked, trying to redirect the conversation. everyone looked to you, "someone was gushing about superboy, so please, if you'd continue," meghan said playfully.

"oh shut up, like you don't have robin posters all over your room," you retorted as you watched connor struggling to stay upright, "all i'm saying is that superboy remains the best sidekick there is. did you see the way he walked out of that fight scratchless and look at robin, he nearly died," you continued.

meghan instantly retorted as you noticed how eerily silent connor had became. you turned over to him, about to say something sarcastic towards him until he flopped on top of you, passing out completely. you looked down at him, "connor?" you whispered, "hey connor, wake up," you whispered, shaking him a bit.

"take him to the nurse!" jake yelled at you as you grabbed connor by the arm and pulling him against you, "fuck off, he's heavy as hell," you breathed, trying to steady his weight against you before walking slowly towards the nurse.

you made the walk to the nurse but by the time you made it, connor had woken up, "don't take me to the nurse, please," he whispered, "what are you talking about?" you exclaimed, "you clearly aren't okay and you don't look okay either," you added on.

he steered the two of you to the family bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit, "clean me up here, i really don't want to be questioned right now," he said, nothing cocky or playful in his voice. you sat him on the toilet, bending down to clean his face first, "hey, is everything okay....you know at home?" you asked.

he laughed, shaking his head, "these injuries aren't from my guardians if that's what you're wondering. i kinda got into a fight last night," you stared at him confused, "did you lose or something? these injuries look horrible," you replied.

"course i did, just took a nasty beating before i won," he said as he flinched at the rubbing alcohol hitting his arm. you muttered a sorry as you put a band-aid on a few of his cuts, "listen, i wanted to say sorry for acting like a prick," connor muttered a few minutes later.

you were taken back by his apology, "i knew i was being an ass but please don't take this as me joking but you're actually the best thing that's happened to me since i transferred," you remained silent, not knowing to respond as you put the last band-aid on his knee.

"and if i could have a second chance, that would be super dope, ya know?" he tried to say without sounding nervous, "you better not be joking, kent," you threatened, putting your finger on his chest and shoving him a bit.

connor flinched back in pain as you muttered a sorry, "i'm not joking, i'd really like to take you out for coffee sometime," he asked as he grabbed your hand and gave it a kiss. you agreed as you responded with a kiss on his cheek, "also, i had this lying around my room and figured you'd like it more than i would," he dug into his backpack and gave you a magazine.

your eyes widen seeing what it was. it was the magazine that superboy first appeared in and you had analyzed a few signatures of his to know that it was his signature on the front, "did superboy sign this?" you practically tried to contain your excitement as you ran your finger over the sharpie.

connor nodded, "i met him one time after he saved a few people in metropolis last year and got him to sign the magazine. i figured since you like hm a lot more than i do, you'd take care of it better than i would," overwhelmed with excitement, you grabbed connor by the neck and kissed him.

connor was taken back by the sudden kiss but awkwardly responded with another kiss as you held the magazine close to your chest, "i can't thank you enough for this connor," you whispered, your lips still on his a bit. he chuckled, "just meet me at the coffee shop near the school and that'll suffice," he replied, giving you another kiss before slowly getting up.

"now lets get to our second period before we get marked truant again," he grabbed your hand and held it as softly as possible, "you know how much shit our friends are gonna give us, right?" you said, laughing a bit. connor nodded, "nothing we can't handle," he replied as he squeezed your hand in reassurance.

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𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐤 - 𝐂.𝐒

⩥𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭!𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧 (𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳) 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⩥𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐀𝐔, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬

⩥𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐,𝟓𝐤

⩥𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨.

⩥𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐣𝐨𝐛, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 - 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐬𝐬-𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫-𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

⩥𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐯, 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

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Going up the stairs of the old building with high ceilings and cold brickwork walls, the nervous girl was trying to find her way to the tattoo studio, located in the old part of the city centre.

As soon as she saw a poster with the logo of the studio, her eyes lit up, from excitement, but also fear from how the process of getting her first tattoo will go.

Ringing the bell, which was on a doorframe, she nervously gulped and tilted her head to look down on her old Converses. The bell buzzing, signalizing someone opened the door through a system, she hesitantly opened the big, wooden door.

She was met with a hallway of the studio, white walls and wooden parquets topped up with stylish black pouffes. Cabinet with many exhibits such as vintage tattoo guns or diversity of piercings. Walls decorated with photos of tattoos made by the tattoo artist - such a delicate, detailed and minimalistic work.

She didn't know what to expect, as this was her first tattoo she was thinking of getting long ago, but it never really happened. As her friend praised a tattoo artist who did his tattoo, she decided to finally get one herself and book an appointment herself in the said tattoo artist's studio.

„I-Is anyone here? I have an appointment at 2pm. I’m Y/N Y/L/N,“

Soon her ears were met with the sounds of footsteps approaching her. Diverting her eyes from the cabinet, she was met with an extremely strong gaze of a young male.

Y/N couldn't get her eyes off the young male, but at the same time, she couldn't even lock eye contact with him, because he was definitely the most handsome man she has ever seen.

„Ah yeah yeah I know, we talked on the phone and I was actually working on the design you described when we talked. I'm Choi San, the tattoo artist running this place. Follow me, please.”

The young lady shook his hand and followed him to a smaller room in the back, where the whole process will happen.

„I disinfected the whole place already, so we can start right away if you are okay with the design. You said you wanted it to be daisy and lavender underboob tattoo.“

The tattoo artist was showing her the design in his notebook. Y/N was nodding her head in excitement.

„Wau, it's much more better than I've imagined it.“

„That's good to hear. Well, then let's get you to prepare. Umm, h-here's a cloth to use to cover up, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable by being exposed to me. I'll be as gentle as possible since I know getting this type of tattoo is an intimate matter. Sit down and get comfortable, I'll go get ink and some other stuff.“

What a caring man. Y/N pulled the thin shirt over her head and unclipped her lacy bra, her nipples hardening from the breeze of cold air in the room. Sitting down on the massive tattoo armchair, she pulled the cloth San gave her over her exposed upper half, to cover as much as possible.

Soon after San came back with a bottle of black ink, another cloth and a bottle of alcohol, his tattoo gun and stencil already prepared.

„I now need to prepare the area we will tattoo on, it might be a bit cool when we clean it, but when we’ll be transferring the stencil onto your skin, I need you to stay as still as possible.“

Y/N nodded and San poured a bit of alcohol carefully cleaning the area and preventively shaving it with a razor because any hair could cause problems. Cleaning the area again and making sure it’s smooth, he took a stick deodorant to moisten her skin and transfer the stencil. Rubbing a little ointment over the design, to help the needle slide along the skin more smoothly.

Y/N was admiring the purple-ish blue outline on her underboob, meanwhile, San was pouring ink into ink caps, placing needles and tubes in the machine.

„Okay, so first, I’m gonna do the outline, if it hurts or you need a break, just tell me, but try to stay still if possible.“

Y/N’s breath hitched, as San’s soft fingertips caressed her ribs and holding the base of her left breast to keep it up and out of the way, so he can concentrate on the work. San was maybe concentrating, but poor Y/N for sure wasn’t.

His gentle moves of the needle, outlining daisies, lavenders, leaves and haulms on the girl’s soft skin.

His soft caresses slowly turning her on, Y/N crossing her legs to get some friction, the hot young man, the pain and his caresses of her breast easily arousing her after being untouched and without any intercourse for a few months.

Trying hard not to cum under him untouched, she kept repeating in her head to keep professional. After around 30 minutes, San pierced the needle into her skin for the last time, putting down the tattoo gun and letting Y/N finally have her relief.

„So, wanna see your tattoo for the first time, I can bring you a mirror or take a picture of it if you want.“

„The mirror will be enough, thanks San- I mean Mr. Choi.“

San chuckled at how shy and frustrated she was, and honestly, he thought it was really cute, seeing how flustered she got because of him. He searched through a cabinet in which he kept his work stuff, looking for the mirror.

Taking the piece of glass with metal outlining and grip out and handing it over to Y/N. San turned around so she can observe her boobs in the mirrors, although he didn’t want to, he had to, because he didn’t want his client to feel uncomfortable with him.

„Okay so I need to clean it up now, apply a protective layer of ointment and wrap it with a bandage to prevent infection by bacteria.“

San sat down on his previous seat and leaned a little too close to Y/N to do after-tattoo care. His hands rubbing the ointment into Y/N’s skin, the mint scent of the ointment filling the room.

As San was doing the after-tattoo care, Y/N was subconsciously looking at San’s plump lips, this action not going unnoticed by San, lightly smirking at her bold move and leaning a bit closer to her.

Y/N’s breath quickening a bit, as he gained courage and closing the gap between his and her lips. His tongue slipping into her mouth, his body getting closer and closer to her. Y/N breaking the kiss and trying to catch breath, lustful eyes examining his figure.

Black sleeveless top showing off his muscular biceps covered in many small tattoos, droplets of sweat on his forehead and wetting his raven-like hair, making his sculpted face stand out more. San started to get nervous from her silence, a plethora of excuses and apologies already filling his mind.

„I’m- I know this was very unprofession-“

Y/N shushed him with yet another hungry kiss, her hands wrapping around his neck, straightening to get closer to him. The cloth that was supposed to cover her, slipping down, already forgotten as San’s hands caressed her bare upper body.

Pushing her back down on the tattoo armchair, getting on top of her, his legs on both sides of her waist. Groping her velvet breasts carefully, to not dispose the bandage covering her fresh tattoo.

His hand trailing down the soft skin of her tummy, his fingertips getting to contact with a zipper of her shorts, looking up at her to make sure she’s comfortable. Y/N nodded and bucked her hips up to help San take off her denim shorts.

Y/N now only in her basic, old panties with Hello Kitty motive, a puddle of wetness already visible, because who would have thought that she would fuck her tattoo artist. San chuckled as he saw that, thinking it was really cute, she got embarrassed by his smirk and tried to cover her reddened face.

„No covering up princess, I like it, it’s cute, no need to be shy about it.“

San pulled his top off, showing off his solid abs, astonishing Y/N as her hand instinctively went to touch it. San’s long fingers slipping into her panties as his plump lips attached to her jawline, sucking and nibbling on it, continuing to her neck, his actions creating a chain of purplish spots on the soft skin of Y/N’s neck.

His fingers spreading the wetness across her slit, slowly pushing in, to prep her, pulling in and out in a steady, yet delicate movement hitting her G-spot, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. Thumb flicking and circling her clit.

San enjoyed the effect he had on her, Y/N’s vulnerable state as she arched her back, head throwing back, mouth agape as soft whimpers and moans came out, only adding to San's confidence in his actions, leading Y/N closer and closer to her climax.

As her breath quickened, beads of sweat started to drip down her forehead and her legs started shaking, proud smile found its place on San’s face.

When he saw that Y/N got through her climax, his lips attached to hers again, Y/N’s hands groping San’s jeans and unzipping them, San skillfully stripping out of them. His bulge stretching his now uncomfortably tight boxers.

Pulling down his underwear, tossing it on the floor, his cock sprung free, hitting his abs, the tip already leaking of pre-cum.

„Get up princess.“

Y/N hesitantly got up, not knowing what to expect as their naked forms stood in the middle of San's tattoo studio. His hand on her left shoulder pushing her to the wall.

Back hitting the cold brick wall, sending shivers of chill throughout her whole body. Eyes daringly looking up into San's dark ones.

San was trying to control his urge to wrap his arm around her smaller neck as he pounded into her mercilessly, one hand resting on Y/N's collarbones and the second one on the curve of her waist.

„So pretty for me. Seeing your bare skin just sparks a flame of creativity in my head. Imagining all those designs I'll pierce into your skin and then fuck you afterwards... Ready princess?”

Y/N nodded and San connected their lips to distract her from the possible pain she might feel from his penetration.

Succeeding in setting a steady and sensual pace, his lips attacked her collarbones hungrily, hand wrapping around her neck to support her head, San inadvertently choking her, only adding to the pleasure Y/N felt.

The movement of San's hips never failing in brushing against her g-spot, making her moan out melodiously, San groaning out at her pretty sounds as he pulled out and turned Y/N around to thrust into her from behind.

His hand groping her ass, smacking it very softly, not to scare Y/N off, tugging at her hair, to have a better look at her reaction to his actions, enjoyment in her eyes.

„Oh, so you like some good spanking, good to know.”

Although Y/N couldn't see his face, she could sense and hear the smirk on his face from the tone of his voice.

Hand reaching down, to rub the sensitive bundle of nerves in between her legs, and help her reach her climax, spitting on his fingers to lubricate them.

His deep thrusts, hitting her g-spot, his fingers delicately changing the intensity of the rubs only adding to the pleasure she felt, all resulting in a knot forming in her lower belly. Her warm walls slowly starting to shake, around San's girth.

„I know you're gonna cum princess, let it out and milk me.”

And as soon as San finished the sentence a bunch of broken moans came out of Y/N's mouth opened agape, her walls now shaking intensively and uncontrollably around him, as well as her legs leading to San wrapping his arm around her waist to prevent her from falling.

His thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier, feeling himself twitch in her, San pulled out to finish by jerking off, since they didn’t use a condom, but his hand being stopped by Y/N, who got on her knees, ready to finish him herself. San honestly surprised by her actions.

Her hand wrapping around his girth, stroking him and softly squeezing and massaging his balls. Giving kitten licks to the tip with swollen lips from all the kissing. Kissing down his shaft, along the curve and pretty popping vein, she took his whole length into her mouth, letting out almost pornographic-like sounds.

Admiring how her head bobbed on his dick, San collected her hair and held them like a ponytail by instinct, taking over control of her moves. Y/N's hands resting on San’s thigh for a balance, nails scratching it.

San feeling himself getting closer and closer, the tip of his length getting increasingly sensitive, Y/N feeling it too and stimulating him less intensely, to edge him more, teasing him slightly, barely stimulating him and only giving occasional kitten licks to his sensitive tip.

After a while continuing her previous actions, increasing his pleasure and bringing him close to orgasm for the second time, his length twitching in her mouth and spilling his seed on her tongue a few droplets spilling out and dripping down her chin.

San kneeled down next to her, trying to overcome the sensitivity in his lower parts and heavy breathing from the intense and edged orgasm, facing Y/N he licked up her chin, collecting his cum from her chin and kissing her, spitting his cum and saliva into her mouth, the girl swallowing it under his touch.

Both of their bodies collapsing on the ground holding each other for a while and trying to compose themselves as they were complete messes.

As San got up he picked Y/N and seated her on her previous spot on the arm-chair, handing her the clothes that were a long time ago forgotten, trying to get dressed with wobbly arms.

„Should I help you?”

Asked her San with his sweet and caring voice, already in his jeans. Y/N nodded shily and observed as San approached her. She still couldn't believe what has just happened.

His hand taking Y/N's panties, lifting her legs to help him put them on along with her shorts.

„Ah I've probably forgotten to tell you, that you can't wear a bra because of the bandage on your tattoo, um I can handle you my sweatshirt to cover up if you want.”

„That would be nice of you, thanks.”

Soft smile adorning the girl's face, putting on her shirt herself as San went to look after his sweatshirt.

„Here, I hope you come back for another tattoo, and I'll make sure to cum on those tits next time when the tattoo's healed.”

A cocky smile on San's face as he bid goodbye to his new favourite customer Y/N.

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sorryimanon · 4 years

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Character: Katsuki Bakugou

Warnings/tags: heart warming fluff, language, and suggestive themes

Word count: 2.5k

In which your boyfriend takes it upon himself to pamper you on his day off.

Author’s note: some self indulgent fluff. this is a continuation of dad!bakugou and torch daughter. there will be more. enjoy :)

D/N= daughters name

Katsuki heavily relied on you to babysit your rambunctious four year old daughter during the days when he'd be on patrol from dusk till dawn. Very rarely would he be home before the two of you tucked yourselves in for the night, leaving him to eat the leftovers from dinner alone at the table. As sad as it is, it didn't bother you in the slightest. In fact, knowing Katsuki was keeping the crime rate of Japan low, you were more than happy to become a stay at home mom. Most of your friends tried to talk you out of it, but you were already settled after giving your two weeks notice at your low paying job. Waking up and seeing your daughter first thing in the morning is better than staring blankly at a bright screen all day behind a musty wall, running on nothing but decaf coffee, and sluggishly going to and fro like a zombie.

Ever since your daughter manifested her quirk, you’ve been trying your best to maintain her sudden outbursts while at home. The doctor prescribed it as Torch: the ability to become a human torch and ignite flames throughout your body and fingertips. For now d/n is only capable of setting herself on fire, using the flames as a barrier to protect her from any harm instead of combating. However, sometimes she'll forget to extinguish herself, having you to manually use an actual fire extinguisher on her. Burn marks would litter the outskirts of your shirts, the aftermath ash smudged on your face, and the tiny hairs on your forearms long gone after handling d/n.

Your boyfriend appreciates the way how you compose yourself around d/n, not allowing the temptation to fling the little gremlin out the window prevail, because if the roles were reversed it'd be a whole different story. Sometimes he sits back in his desk chair, after a long night of meandering around the city, and tries to remember the last time you were properly treated. Of course, Katsuki never fails to remind you day and night he loves you through his actions, some including selfish indulgence late at nights, but all in all he didn't lack being the hopeless romantic counterpart for you. He wanted you to take a break from it all, have him handle the at home duties and the slimy daughter. Leaning back against the chair with his brows furrowed slightly, he began to mentally plan out your day already.

It was a Friday when Katsuki forced himself out of the comfortable security that is your arms and walked with light feet to his daughters bedroom. Today is his day off, so he has to make sure everything goes smoothly or else he's going to have more burn marks on his office desk.

He didn't bother knocking first and saunters in the familiar space, the faint snores from d/n somehow relaxing him. Her walls were freshly painted a light shade of blue, the contrast not too saturated to peel the attention away from her posters that covered every inch of her room, all of which were pictures of his prohero colleagues. D/N had to beg for her father to purchase a Deku poster, one of which she saw don display when the both of you brought her to the mall for a quick trip. He internally cringes every time he makes eye contact with the lifeless eyes of Deku when he enters her room.

Katsuki neared his daughter and kneeled down to where his head was leveled with hers, chuckling lightly when finding a small pool of drool collecting on her cheek.

"Wake up little shit," he whispers, nudging her uncovered shoulder with his knuckles, startling her eyes to flutter open. D/n nearly gasped at the sight of her father. The covers that were wrapped snuggly around her fell at the foot of her bed when she jolted up in surprise, eyes brimming with excitement.

"It's today right? Mommy's day!" Katsuki covered her mouth with his abnormally large hand, not wanting her obnoxious voice to blow their cover.

"Yes, but you're gonna have to be quiet for daddy. Don't want to spoil the surprise for mommy, you understand ya little brat?"

Hand still attached to her mouth, d/n nodded her head feverishly, hands clenched into tiny fits. Once he thinks she's shimmered down a little, he finally removes his hand and motions her to follow him.

Meanwhile in the other room, you were still fast asleep, limbs not once switching from their position over the cozy blanket. The chill breeze from the propped window regulated your body temperature nicely, along with the beautiful songs sung by the birds that reside in the trees close by. You stirred awake momentarily, feeling the loss of a presence that's usually laying beside you during these times of slumber. Katsuki's side was empty, the indent from his body molded onto the foam mattress, leaving you to believe he woke up not that long ago.

After convincing yourself to leave the comfort of your bed, you decided to search for the missing blonde. You crack open the door to a weird combination of radio music blaring throughout the house, and the delicious smell of something cooking in grease. It's no doubt your boyfriends doing. He always likes to impress you with how skillful he is in the kitchen. He hasn't made a dish you disliked yet nor will he allow himself to do so.

Standing side by side, minus the height difference, d/n and Katsuki both were too immersed in their cooking to notice you leaning against the island counter, trying very hard to not cry instantly at the sight in front of you. Watching them interact together was definitely something you'd be treasuring for the years to come.

A rush of savory and sweetness infiltrated your senses, the scent strong enough to knock you back to sleep. As if he read your mind overnight, Katsuki took it upon himself to prepare your favorite breakfast dishes. The dinner table made for three already set by none other than d/n, who currently looked proud at her work and craftsmanship. A large vase was propped in the center, a collection of vibrant flowers stuffed to the brim, the water inside almost overflowing. Attached to one of the stems of the flowers was a tag, the handwriting sloppy and hard to decipher.

To my dumbass, love ya - K.B

You felt the delicate touch of your daughter wrapping her hand around yours, giving it a slight tug before pulling you into the kitchen again. Katsuki flicked his gaze to you now, flashing the same mischievous grin you grew to love. his hands simultaneously worked on the food while taming the animal, that is indeed your daughter, from bumping into the pan handles.

"What's all this for?" You asked, the question directly appointed to both your boyfriend and daughter.

"Oh, so I can't treat my sexy girlfriend to a good meal?" he teased while setting the burners to low, letting the food cool off before plating it. Your daughter audibly gagged at the comment and swatted Katsuki's arm.

D/N's tiny legs were faster than yours and reached the cabinet where the plates and cutlery were stored at. To her dismay, the cabinet was higher than she anticipated. trying her best to waiver down the disappointment as she climbed on the sleek marble counter top, losing her footing here and there. Katsuki caught her in time before she misplaced her footing and almost toppled onto the floor.

"May I need to remind you not to climb on the damn counter tops anymore d/n?" he scolded as he put her down before grabbing enough plates for everyone.

Pursing her lips tightly, she crossed her arms and said, "But if I'm going to be a future hero then I have to battle my way through tough obstacles!"

U.A's immense training and work studies came in handy when dealing with d/n's hard headed ideologies. It's been a stressful reoccurrence, having to constantly teach her the importance of being a hero at such a young age. Her impulsive tendencies mirrored the blondes old habit of taking action before thinking. But there was always a saying when storing away your fear and facing danger head on.

"That's true, but sometimes a little teamwork wouldn't hurt. Your father should know a thing or two about that when he was a young U.A student," you said as you patted her head.

"What'd you say shitty woman? Talking crap so early in the morning already?" a strange popping sound alerted you to turn around, only to find Katsuki flaring his flashy quirk with a glare that could splice you open.

But his alarming gaze wasn't the thing that was scaring you at the moment.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT USING YOUR QUIRK IN THE HOUSE! YOU'RE GONNA SET OFF THE FIRE ALARM AGAIN, IDIOT!"

You thought the smorgasbord of a breakfast was the last of your boyfriends romantic gestures, but you should've known better once he demanded you to change out of your sleep attire and into something to wear outside. Not thinking twice about where he was dragging you to, including daughter, you decided to play it safe. He approved on your choice of ripped jeans, synthetic tank top, and thrown on cardigan once heading off to the car.

The car ride to the mysterious destination was short lived as your boyfriend pulled up into the driveway of his old house. Mitsuki stood waiting by the threshold of the doorway, waving her fingers sweetly to whom you can only assume was you and not her only son. She stepped off the porch once Katsuki shifted the car in park, unlocking the doors as well. His mother reached the side where d/n stayed strapped in her seat and yanked the door open.

"Ah my little princess! How have you been? I missed you so much!" She unbuckled d/n's seat belt and flattened her in a tight hug, squeezing till her eyes popped out. "I can't wait to spend the weekend with you baby girl! Are you excited to have a little fun with grandma?!"

"Calm the fuck down, you're gonna kill her if you keep squeezing!" Katsuki's voice boomed out of the window.

"Oh pipe down you little shit I'm not harming her! Also don't talk to me like that! You're old enough to treat me with some respect by now!"

"SHUT UP YOU OLD HAG! JUST TAKE THE LITTLE GREMLIN AND GO!"

After the heated exchange, Katsuki eventually calmed down and drove the two of you back to the house in complete silence. It was quite a shift in a sense of environment wise. By now d/n would be begging you to make her some pudding or pour her a cup of lemonade, then place yourselves in front of the tv watching a random kids program till evening. Tonight you lend the torch to your boyfriend, allowing whatever devious plan he conjured up to unfold.

Before you could shuffle into your shared bedroom, Katsuki placed his calloused hands onto your cramped shoulders. Merely centimeters from your ear, he laid a chaste kiss on the area beneath it, smiling at your innocent reaction to his sudden actions and nuzzled into the crook of your neck. You smelt the familiar scent of caramel and men’s soap, both of which you undoubtably loved when combined.

“Suki?” Upon hearing his nickname, Katsuki quirked an eyebrow at you. “What’s with all the romantic gestures lately? Cooking my favorite breakfast, the flowers, and our daughter. Don’t get me wrong, I love her! It’s just nice not to worry about if she’ll set the curtains on fire again.”

You felt the vibrations of him chuckling behind you.

“Isn’t it obvious? I just want to fuck the shit out of you,” you sat paralyzed by his bluntness. his tuft hair tickled the underside of your chin, earning him an acute giggle from you. “I’m just kidding, pretty face. I figured you needed a weekend where you just relax and did nothing. Let me do all the work. That’s including getting rid of the brat.”

Shifting in his arms to where you can face him, you can now see the adoration oozing from usual heated glare of his vermillion eyes, the scowl long gone and replaced with a soften feature not so many from the outside can witness. To think this was the man you devoted yourself and love for, to allow him to bare witness anything and everything you endure. He’s a man of showing his compassion through his actions, not lousy words of affirmations that anyone could sputter out and proclaim its love. No, he reflects back everything right with the world, even when you felt the weight of it searing through your system, dragging it down with you. The same explosive blonde awaits patiently by the opening for you to enter, no matter how long it’ll take for you to accept his love. Because he’ll be there. Waiting.

And here he is waiting. In your arms to repeat those three words you made out from watching the movement of his lips.

The words leave your mouth effortlessly, the proclamation hanging in the air between you two.

“I love you too, Katsuki. Thank you so much, for everything.” Like so, you kiss the plump flesh of his lips, the same inflammation of your heart burning as before. The strong muscle of his tongue prods your entrance, practically begging by licking your bottom lip. Katsuki grabbed your chin as gentle as he could muster, titling it for a better leverage to explore your mouth in return. Your hands trailed across the defining shape of his collarbones, rubbing any part of his body so that your fingers remained busy. Both of you hum in satisfaction, relishing in the feeling of the intimate moment. To your disliking, he removes his lips from yours and hovers instead, panting from the mini-make out session seconds ago.

“I’m going to marry you some day, mark my words. So don’t act fucking stupid when I pop the question,” he hotly proclaims, not once removing those piercing red eyes from yours. That’s when you knew he wasn’t bullshitting. If there’s one thing you learned about Katsuki over the years of dating, is that he doesn’t throw out promises in the air nonchalantly without keeping them. You can vaguely hear the ominous sound of wedding bells in your ears.

“Sounds intriguing. I always wanted to see you in a suit and tie.”

“Ya know, maybe someday might be tomorrow-.”

You cut him off with a scorching peck, making his eyes widen and dilate with every given second you laid your lips onto his. “Shut up babe and ravish me already.”

A mischievous grin forms on his mouth as he links his arms around the back of your knees and hoists you over his shoulder. He erupted into fits of laughter after hearing you squeak from the abruptness. The door to your shared bedroom came into view, your boyfriend kicking it with his free foot before entering through the threshold.

“You’re in for a long night sweetheart. Now that our daughter isn’t here, I’m not holding back on anything,” he threatens as he lays you down on the comforter.

Another thing you learned from your relationship. Katsuki is always true to his word.

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rubypond · 3 years

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Scrapbooks of flowers

The fourth photograph: scrapbook of begonias

"We're all just learning how to smile."

- Learn to smile, INXS

People remember each other's faces for a reason. She could declare how her name was Nova Sparks under a million different circumstances and it would never matter as much as a single smile or a handshake does.

When her brother smiles, Nova feels the most at home. And Revelius smiles. He smiles like each breath holds an entire world.

Something that gets talked about a lot are the graduations. The valedictorian speeches. The breakups, the reunions. The births, the deaths. You know, the big moments. Nova doesn't seem to remember those (even though she desperately wants to). She remembers the little ones. The quick shining glimmers of passing hopes.

Nova dreams of captivating city lights and rooms filled with people who don't do anything but glow. Her hands are peppered with moonlight kisses as she rests them against the window frame of her room. The city seems so much brighter if you don't want anything from it in return.

She finds herself thinking about all those days that were brilliantly usual and how she never stopped to notice them. Something about that doesn't sit right with her, but she can't pinpoint the exact cause of her uneasiness. She never stops. That's what she does and that's how she is. She's Nova Sparks. Nova Sparks whose nails are unevenly cut and whose cheeks are always a bit rosy and whose eyes are emerged from burning passion and twinkling flames. She's not the one for waiting.

The sky is a nice shade of blue when Lyerr asks her to wait. Lyerr is a nobody, they barely interact apart from these Saturday nights in which they meet to discuss plant names and rank indie records. Lyerr is not a family member nor a friend. He's only there so that he could point out that she is in the wrong and that he is in the right. She's there for the same thing, just put it in reverse. That's why, when he tells her to "wait up", she doesn't give it much thought.

The town thinks that Revelius and Dorothy, her brother's person, are dating. Nova understands where they are coming from. For instance, they hug in public places. They embrace one another so tightly that Nova wonders how could they still recognize air. She asks her older brother about the rumours and all he says in return is: "love never repeats itself". She isn't sure what exactly does he mean by it, but the line never leaves her head.

Nova fills her bedroom with maps, calendars and compasses. She buys a hundred colourful posters that she never hangs anywhere. She wishes to travel. Travelling means moving, hunting for happiness. She just wants to go somewhere.

When they were little, Revelius and Nova used to climb trees. Their hands always ended up embellished with scars. She often cried because of that. The adventures were wonderful, but why did you have to get hurt while experiencing them?

That's when Revelius first starts drawing flowers on her hands. The next time it happens, he asks her if he could do it again. She lets him. Never does he ask her again.

"What's that on your hands?" Lyerr wonders during one of their debates. She looks up at him and doesn't immediately process what he's referring to. Her hands always look like this. It takes her a few whole lifetime resembling minutes to process the statement. It's not before he lifts her hand from the table that she does. "Those are flowers, my brother paints them". He looks at her. She looks at him. This is when he is supposed to drop her hand. "It's like you have your own personal garden right there on your hands." It's not before he says it that it hits her just how much Lyerr actually talks about plants.

It's late when she overhears the conversation. She was just going to the bathroom and she didn't even know that Dorothy was there. "How do I make the clocks stop?" Nova expects to hear Revelius respond to that but she never does. She doesn't want to think about what Dorothy said. She doesn't. She shouldn't have heard that. What Dorothy said wasn't meant for her to hear. But she does think about it. She thinks about it and she wonders what is it that Dorothy wanted to say. Because for Nova, the clocks never go anywhere. They cannot stop because they were never moving to begin with.

***

"Do you always spend your time here? I mean, do you ever hang out with anybody else?"

"And you consider this hanging out?"

Lyerr isn't teasing her. He's just being his blunt annoying self.

"Well it is going out, we meet up here each and every Saturday and we talk about a whole bunch of stuff which both of us accidentally happen to like. We are hanging out."

"Oh, I just never looked at it like that."

"Now, answer my question."

"No, I don't hang out with anybody else."

The truth is, she expected him to say that. It's not the words that are intriguing her. It's the way that he says them. He's not embarrassed. His cheeks aren't reddening. His eyes aren't trying to get away from her. He's simply stating a fact.

"Don't you need people?"

"People can't make you feel whole. You do that yourself."

He says that, adjust the pencil behind his ear a little, frowns at her (because he's Lyerr) and they go back to the topic that they were discussing before.

All Saturdays are the same, she concludes.

***

Dorothy is leaving for college. And yes, she knows that it's none of her business. Dorothy is her brother's friend. But everything that happens to Revelius also happens to her in a way too. And no, this is not something that she hides and "could never admit to anyone". Revelius is her brother, but more importantly, he is her friend. She loves him with her whole heart and she is willing to admit that to anyone.

So, Dorothy is leaving for college. Nova wakes up with an unsettling feeling in her stomach. She spends the entire morning pacing around the living room rearranging stuff that most certainly don't need to be rearranged and folding and unfolding the same blue sweatshirt over and over again.

She's sitting on the floor when he walks in, coffee in hand. Mum and dad are still at work. Revelius takes a few steps forward, stops for a second, turns his head around as though in search for something and then he sees her. He pulls off a smile (because smiling is what he does) and lies down on the carpet beside her.

"The world looked beautiful today."

She isn't sure if it's her place to say anything in return to that and therefore, she doesn't.

***

It lasts for exactly three minutes. Not a tiny bit less. Not a tiny bit more. In conclusion, it barely reaches the limited timeline of a single shoulder brush.

She stumbled. She was walking home and she stumbled over something and now she is on the ground, checking for bruises. She wouldn't have looked up. She wouldn't have, but the sound is so beautiful that she basically has to look up. There is a girl sitting on the ground, cross legged, singing and holding a guitar. There's a purple ribbon wrapped around the girl's wrist, her hair is all messed up and her clothes seem old. And she's smiling. It's like her words are chuckling as she sings.

It's not about the specific event as much as it is about the discovery that the event in itself is specific.

***

"But people don't appreciate them enough!"

"Just to be clear, you are trying to convince me that dandelions deserve more love from people? What kind of conversation is this exactly?"

"Nova, the dandelions need our love and devotion, those flowers offer so much to us and we never offer anything in return! Now that, that is not what a decent human being does!"

"You're gonna need to elaborate on that, Lyerr."

"Oh, you bet I'm going to do that."

He does proceed with his intentions and makes some rather interesting points (Taraxacum, Nova. T a r a x a c u m, doesn't it simply roll off your tongue? The way that the word dandelion sounds like in latin is a reason enough to love it!). She chuckles despite herself and Lyerr chuckles despite himself too. His face is red from all that passion and she is busy writing down the information that he is sharing with her because they need to remember these debates, they are practically world heritage (Lyerr's words, not hers).

This is happening every single Saturday.

It's happening every single Saturday and it's still not dull.

All Saturdays are the same.

"You remind me of parts of myself I will never have a chance to meet."

- Mariah Gordon Dyke

#editing and writing notes later #had to post it right now #was too excited not to do it #scrapbooks of flowers #my storybook #original stories #original characters #my writing #books #coming of age #flowers #flower meanings #art #quotes

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hawksugarbaby · 3 years

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Kirishima x reader - Drag

Fluff + drag queen Kirishima

"EIJIRO KIRISHIMA!" you sprinted to his room with a crinkling plastic bag in hand while shoving other students out the way. You knocked on his door rapidly bouncing up and down "yes (y/n)?" you shoved the plastic bag in his face and grinned from ear to ear "I saw your Instagram..." his eyes shot open and he immediately started hunting for excuses "uh it was a bet? I lost a bet to mina I promise" he slowly backed up into his room trying to hide the makeup palettes on his shelf and pushing away the feminine clothes lying on the floor "make me pretty!" you pulled out an eyeshadow palette and some brushes waving them about desperately "your already pretty?" he put the brushes down hoping no one else was hearing this conversation "EI PLEASE!" you begged and he sighed pulling you inside and shutting his door loudly.

"Please don't tell anyone pumpkin" he sighed looking at his girlfriend as you bounced around excitedly "baby I will never ever tell anyone if you don't want me to" you promised and he sat you down in front of his mirror brushing the hair out of your face combing through it with his crimson riot hairbrush which you thought was adorable. He shuffled through the palettes in your bag "you got these from the dollar store didn't you" he sat the out on the marble vanity and opened them up to look at the cracked powders making you click your tongue "they weren't like that when I bought them" you said closing the palettes again quickly "it's okay I have plenty" he muttered and pulled a drawer out from under his bed which was filled top to bottom edge to edge with makeup.

"Wow, Ei that's a lot! This must have been a lot of money" you giggled and he pulled out his mint to be and misunderstood palette by colourpop and lipstick by nyx "yeah it does cost a lot but I think it's worth it" he smiled and pulled the foundation you bought out of the bag since it was your shade and he would not be letting you go out looking like a cheap whore who couldn't even match her foundation to her skin tone. "I've never worn makeup before" you admit squishing your cheeks together while he hunted for a colour corrector to go over your purple eye bags "your 17 and you've never worn makeup?" he asked and dabbed the colour corrector on thickly, your eyebags were terrible afterall "you haven't been sleeping well have you pumpkin," he asked blending out the cream under your eyes and pumping out some foundation onto the back of his hand. "Just nightmares Ei" you gave a lopsided grin and he kissed the top of your head "do you want to talk about it," he asked and started putting the foundation on your face gently, he didn't want to hurt you by dabbing too hard.

You shook your head and turned looking into the mirror instead of at him "do you need to talk about something?" he stopped doing your foundation "what do you mean?" you carefully thought of how to phrase your next sentence while he took a drink of his water "are you gay?" you grimaced when he spat his water out getting it all over you and the vanity. he chuckled "no pumpkin I'm definitely not gay" he wiped the vanity down with an old T-shirt "are you trans? If you are I'll support you one hundred per cent of the way" you put your hand on top of his reassuring him even though he didn't need the reassurance "I'm not trans either (y/n) I just do drag" he showed you a little book from his shelf and you flicked through it it was filled with pictures of him in drag and flyers and tickets from all of his shows. It did bring him immense joy knowing that if he was trans you wouldn't break up with him (sorry straight ppl) and that you had no issue if he was gay other than you not being a guy which would have been an issue.

"You look so pretty in this one" you gushed pointing to the picture of him next to a microphone and a laughing crowd and he laughed nervously remembering that night did not go brilliantly, well no it did, but that night he got caught by Mr Aizawa for sneaking out, BUT he got permission to go do his thing instead of having to sneak out "how many people know?" you asked while he primed your eyelids with a different blender "you and Mr Aizawa," he said sadly, sure he was upset that his friends didn't know but he didn't WANT them to know, that's why he lied and told them he didn't have Instagram but he was more than happy now that you knew and he no longer had to hide his passion from the person he loved most in this world "Mr Aizawa?" you giggled imagining the shocked face of your teacher when your boyfriend got home in a full face of makeup "comes to every one of my shows" he grinned and picked up a small pointy brush. "Well I better get to know Mr Aizawa a bit more huh"

He dusted the brush in a dark green and asked you to shut your eyes "so how come I wasn't aware my boyfriend is a drag queen" you asked while the handsome boy packed your crease with dark green and he sighed heavily concentrating on the powder falling onto your cheeks "I just didn't know how you would react" he said brushing the green flecks from your face "I will always accept you Ei don't you forget that" you grabbed the hand he wasn't using and squeezed it tightly while he stamped the rest of the colour in and winged the end and started buffing it out.

"I don't understand why you wanted me to do your makeup though," he said picking up a clean brush and smothering it in a pastel green dusting it lightly on the edge of the crease he had made to blend it out and went back over the dark green, "I told you I wanted you to make me pretty" you reminded him, maybe he forgot what you said when you came to his door and shoved the bag in his face "your already gorgeous (y/n) you don't need makeup," he said kissing the top of your head again while pouring some concealer onto his hand "aw Ei thank you" you smiled at him... maybe, you didn't know you still had your eyes closed "I don't really know why I wanted you to actually i just thought it would be fun" you shrugged and raised your eyebrows for him when you felt him go in with the concealer covering part of your eyelid and the outward flick and more green flecks fluttered down to your face making you scrunch up your nose "wait I'm going to sneeze" you warned him and turned away letting out an adorable kitten sneeze making him laugh "I love you more and more each day" he praised making your face turn red underneath the foundation.

He brushed on a shimmery white into the corners of your eyelid making them sparkle "(y/n) you realise that once the lipstick is on it means no kisses" he smirked and watched as your face dropped and you struggled to keep your eyes closed "YOU NEVER SAID NO KISSES!" you yelled and smacked your hand over your mouth before someone could come and check out the couples quarrel a few rooms over "what if you put your makeup on too then nothing is technically getting messed up?" you offered hoping that you could convince him. You would not be living this day without kisses it was illegal for you to go a day without kisses "what if someone see's me?" he asked picking up a limey green on his brush and moving the hair that had fallen in front of your face. "Then we say I dared you and that I bought all the makeup and followed a tutorial," you said bringing up a youtube video that looked similar-ish to the look he was doing on you "it couldn't hurt," he said and put on the lime green in the middle of your lid blending it into the white.

"I'm really proud of you Ei," you said and your lips turned upward while he applied a lighter version of the eyeshadow he used on your crease to the outer part of your eyelid following the flick upwards and blending it into the shimmery lime "why?" he pulled back to look at his work so far and smiled softly at how pretty you looked, you always looked pretty but this was your first time ever wearing makeup and he was doing it for you, something about the love he put into the makeup made you shine with beauty... and the light on the vanity made your eyeshadow sparkle. "Because you followed your passion even if you weren't sure what others would think. And that makes you the manliest guy alive" you complimented and he looked over at his poster of a crimson riot like it would somehow come to life and agree with your words "that means more than you could ever know pumpkin" you opened the eye he wasn't working on and saw him looking at his poster "plus your only 17 and you're famous as a Hero and a drag queen"

He went in with a white eyeliner cutting the crease with the pointy stick trying not to harm your eye "I hate these things" he said and grumbled something about how stupid and fiddly they are then slammed the liner on the vanity neatening up the lines a bit "wow we're almost done the first eye" he said applying the eyeshadows he used on your eyelid to your lower lashline and blended them out making them look soft and feathery and finally applied the shiny white to the corner of your eye. He picked out a tiny plastic container of tiny tiny diamonds and a tube of eyelash glue and gently pressed the diamonds onto the top of your cut crease. He used the same lash glue and put on the long eyelashes then moved on to fill in your brow.

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He finished the second eye and grabbed a large fluffy brush and contoured your face bringing the warmth back into you. He grabbed a rosy blush and dusted it on and finished grabbed a smaller brush brightening your face with a greeny-blue highlighter making you glow in the white light of the vanity. "We're almost done," he said letting you know you could look forward to opening your eyes again. "But then you have to do yours" you reminded him and he hummed "it takes a quarter of this time to do it to myself" he teased and popped open a lipstick asking you to part your lips "why you gonna kiss me?" you chuckled and he leaned in close kissing you with his soft lips "obviously" and he put the lipstick on you adding some green rhinestones to seal the deal.

"Okay (y/n) open your eyes" he instructed and stood up letting you take in your face while he hunted through his wardrobe throwing stuff onto his bed "holy All Might" you leaned in close to the mirror admiring the gorgeous artwork on your face "I didn't know I could look so good in green" you mumbled and beamed at the reflection in front of you "you look gorgeous," he said coming up behind you and kissing your neck "but we aren't done yet" he dangled a green dress in front of you "so you get the rest of you ready while I get myself ready okay?" he said sitting himself down at the vanity and you jumped up and down enthusiastically grabbing the dress and pleaser heels he placed down for you and moving the wig out of your face.

About an hour later you were both fully ready

"meet my photographer," he said bringing you to the back of the dorms where Mr Aizawa was standing lazily checking his phone "MR AIZAWA IS YOUR PHOTOGRAPHER? How does he let you get away with those photo's" you whispered the last part asking yourself more than him and he shrugged "cmon after this we're going to a show" he smiled and pulled you over with him in front of the camera "Kiri can we do this like all the time?" you asked while your teacher photographer set up the camera "of course pumpkin". This would be the best photo in his book yet.

A/n: I wanted to make kiri a drag queen so I did

#my hero academia #bnha #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #wattpad #mha #boku no hero fanfic #kirishima eijirou x reader #eijiro kirishima x reader #kirishima x reader #eijirou kirishima #kirishima fluff #bnha kirishima #mha kirishima #kirishima eijirou

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Ofc I'm excited for the new chapter phoe, I am so starved for Jason content that even the suggestion that I'm going to get some (esp QUALITY Jason content like urs) makes me unbelievably giddy and I'm fr checking my phone to see when it's gonna be update time in ur timezone 🥺✨

Oh gosh, you're so sweet. Your messages always delight me a lot and since Jason took kind of a backseat today in favor of the build up of the secret reveal, yooou get a small, Jason-focused flash-forward into their future. ;) also because I actually have time to write again fdklghaöklh

Sky-blue eyes were large as they quickly flew over the words in front of him. His mouth was in a small oh-shape as he absorbed every little bit of information that was given to him. And then it just ended.

To Be Continued...

No, no, no. That couldn't possibly be! This was too exciting, it couldn't just end like that! His sister next to him made a squealing sound as she also reached the ending. She grabbed the comic book out of his hand and tried turning the page, hoping against hope there would be more.

"No, no, no," she whined frustrated and threw herself back onto the bed.

After a moment, her brother mirrored her. The two groaned and whined until their current babysitter walked in, a frown on his face. He brushed hazel-hair out of his face.

"What's gotten into you lot?"

"The comic ends, uncle Tyson! It just ends! And the next issue won't come out until next month, but it just got really, really exciting!" he heard his sister complain.

"Grace is right! This isn't fair. Cliffhangers are unlawful and inhumane!"

Tyson laughed and approached the bed to sit down between his niece and nephew. "I think I gotta talk to your parents about your definition of unlawful and inhumane, Jacky."

Jackson huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, pout in place and sky-blue eyes dark like a brewing storm. When it darkened in the room and rumbling could be heard from outside, Tyson frowned concerned and cleared his throat.

"You guys do know that you could just... ask your parents, right? They were right there. They know exactly how all of this unfolded," offered Tyson.

He took the comic-book - issue 13 of The Adventures of the New Olympians - and closed it to hold up the cover, where Jason di Angelo was standing heroically in his Blue Lightning uniform, fighting a giant space-octopus. Jackson frowned and turned to look at his sister.

"I dunno", admitted Grace. "Dad is like... dad. Not Blue Lightning. Dad sings bad old boyband songs in the shower and steals daddy's blue cookies and baby-talks to Mrs. O'Leary."

"Yeah. These comics are totally fiction, uncle Tyson", agreed Jackson seriously. "Dad's a total dork, not a superhero! He isn't like daddy and papa."

Tyson huffed a little at that, fond smile on his lips. "He isn't now. But when push comes to shove, he always got our back in a fight. Because he could never bear standing aside if his family gets hurt. Go and ask him about it, mh."

"Tyson? Where are you?", called his wife from somewhere else. "Jason is here to pick up the kids!"

"Ah, your cue, pipsqueaks", Tyson grinned and ruffled both their hair.

Grace quickly grabbed her Wisdom Warrior doll, while Jackson took the comic book, both kids quickly running out the room and downstairs. Grace just lept off a few steps before the end of the stairs, jumping straight into her dad's awaiting arms. Jason was smiling softly, hugging her tightly. Her blonde curls bounced as he whirled her around once.

"Hey there, kids. Had fun with uncle Tyson and auntie Ella?"

"Ye--es", chorused Jackson and Grace.

"Thanks for watching them, guys", Jason turned to offer Tyson and Ella a small, grateful smile. "With Perce and Nico still in Canada about that... maple syrup fuled robot apocalypse... it's been kind of stressful. And then Thabi got into trouble at school and-"

"No need to explain, or to thank us", assured Tyson, patting his brother-in-law on the back. "That's what brothers are for, Jay. We got your back. Besides, we love those two."

With a last smile aimed at the couple, Jason herded the twins out of the house and toward the car. He made sure their seatbelts were fastened before he got in the driver's seat and started the car. In the rear-mirror, he could see the twins whispering with each other, but neither speaking up. He decided against asking, for now. They'd tell him whatever was on their minds when they were ready.

Once at home, both of the kids ran off to their rooms and Jason was so busy with things around the house that he nearly forgot about the kids' strange behavior. That's what they got for having a ridiculously big house and stables, but then again, they did need the grounds to allow their companions enough space to roam free. He'd just finished feeding Tempest and Blackjack when the twins suddenly stood behind him, serious, matching frowns on their faces.

"We have come to the agreement that we should ask you", declared Grace.

A nine-year-old with pigtails had no right to look this serious. Jason smiled a little at that, nodding and waiting for more.

"We know that daddy and papa are superheroes", continued Jackson as the three headed back toward the house. "But you aren't! You're just... dad. Right?"

"Ouch", Jason huffed out a little laugh. "Just dad, huh?"

"I mean, you're normal, like us", corrected Grace with a frown, motioning at the posters at the walls when they entered the living room. "You're only a hero on the big screen! Not in real life!"

The smile on Jason's lips turned more nostalgic. His dorky, dorky husbands had decided to plaster every wall that wasn't filled with family pictures with posters of his movies. Right now, Grace was motioning very decidedly at The Twelve Tasks of Hercules. Hercules was his most popular role, a fictional superhero clearly supposed to be the son of Zeus but never actually name-dropping Zeus in the movie series. Or the spin-off TV show. It had spanned a whole cinematic universe about fictional superheroes after they had introduced Theseus, a water-powered superhero who was a thinly veiled homage to Percy, in one of the movies. Theseus got his own solo-movie, then a sequel and over the years, they had established more and more heroes in this universe. Jason was so incredibly proud of it, not just because he played the hero who started it all, but because he was also creatively involved; he had pitched the character of Theseus.

Sitting down on the couch, he let his eyes wander just a little. A poster of his first big breakout role as Jace Herondale in a TV show adaptation of The Mortal Instruments... naturally, Percy had chosen the poster where Jason posed shirtless, showing off the runes.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?", asked Jason softly.

"I wanna take over granny's bakery", declared Jackson with a puffed-out chest. "I'll learn all of her recipes and become the best baker in all of New York."

"I dunno, dad. I'm nine", huffed Grace with a pointed look. "Maybe I'll become a great fashion designer like auntie Silena! Or a teacher like auntie Annabeth. Or president. Or astronaut. Oh! Or doctor."

"Okay, okay", Jason interrupted her, laughing. "But neither of you wants to become a superhero like your dads?"

The twins exchanged a silent look before shaking their heads and Jackson answered. "No. It looks scary. It looks cool to watch but I'd be super scared."

Jason nodded slowly. "But if Gracie was in danger, like really, really scary danger, what would you do?"

"I'd help her!", exclaimed Jackson immediately, grabbing his sister's hand.

The smile on Jason's lips grew some. "Being a hero is really, really scary and really, really dangerous. And I never-ever wanted to be a hero. I'm not as brave as your dads when it comes to that. But when there is something very big and dangerous that your dads can't handle on their own, I'll put my own fears aside. Because you know what is just... so much scarier than being a hero? It'd be if something happened to your dads. And I couldn't help."

He knew their kids were under no illusions; they knew Nico and Percy led dangerous lives and they knew something could happen to them. Nico had already been hospitalized for a longer period of time a few years ago.

"So when they really need me, I'll be very brave to help them."

"So... So this is really real?", asked Grace softly, holding up the comic-book.

Jason snorted a little at the extremely overdone hero-pose he was striking on the cover. "It's... more or less real. There's some... made-up stuff there, because those who write these comics, they only had the news coverage to go by, they weren't actually there when we met in private and planned and talked. But yes, that happened."

Jackson straightened up at that and took the comic from his sister to open it on the last page, putting it down on Jason's lap and very decidedly pointing at the To Be Continued in the lower corner.

"How's it end!?", asked Jackson eagerly. "We don't wanna wait!"

"Ye--es! Did you save the day? Did you rescue daddy when he got abducted by the alien octopus?", wanted Grace to know, eyes large.

Laughing to himself, Jason leaned back against the couch and opened his arms, both his kids immediately snuggling up to him and eagerly awaiting the story. Jason wasn't the greatest story-teller in the family, Piper was the author, but he did his best to actually tell the story as exciting as possible. He talked and talked for over an hour and by the end of the story, both twins were deep asleep. Asleep on him, not giving him a chance to move from the couch either. Though he was tired too, so he closed his eyes, just for a second.

"I'm de--ead", groaned Percy softly and something shifted.

Jason blinked sleepily, turning his head toward the source of the voice. His face lit up when he saw Percy snuggled up to Grace from behind. When he turned toward his other side, he saw Nico behind Jackson.

"I'm sorry we were both gone, amore", whispered Nico as he leaned over to kiss Jason sweetly. "It was an all-hands-on-deck situation..."

"You don't have to explain", Jason smiled faintly. "You're the leaders of the Olympians. They rely on you. Especially now with all the newbies, they need your guidance."

"Yeah, but we promised you we'd step back some", Percy sighed frustrated.

"You can't control when a weird Canadian wants to start the robot- apocalypse", Jason chuckled amused. "I'm proud of you both. And you have been stepping back a lot."

Percy hummed in agreement, eyes slowly closing as he rested his head on Jason's shoulder. Within moments, he was out cold. So the entire family was going to sleep on the couch today, mh?

"How did your meeting go?", asked Nico, sounding sleepy.

"Good. I mean. Really good. The studio is still so stubbornly thinking that female superheroes won't sell, but we finally pushed through. We got the Helen of Troy spin-off greenlit", replied Jason with a puffed out chest.

Nico smiled at him, kissing his cheek. "Good. I'm proud of you."

And then he yawned and snuggled closer to Jason. It filled Jason with warmth to just sit here, with his husbands and children, in their home. Safe and happy. Yes, he worried for Nico and Percy when they were out there, but he also knew that this was their dream and they loved their job. And ever since the twins had been born, the two really had stepped back, leading from the headquarters and training new heroes, only going out themselves if it was an emergency and the others needed help. Jason couldn't be mad about that, wouldn't want to be either, because he could never resent his husbands for living their dream - they had, after all, always supported Jason and his dream. Even when Jason would be in another country for months filming a movie, they never complained, they took care of the kids and were proudly at his side during the premieres.

"I love you two", whispered Jason, carefully kissing the top of Nico's head on one of his shoulders and the top of Percy's head on the other. "My heroes."

#Jercico #Fic: The Legacy of the Big Three #Jason Grace #Fanfiction #Phoe's Tumblr Drabbles #mmmh does that count? yeha I guess

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