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alwaysdjarin · 2 years

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Heat waves

A “Triple Frontier” Series

Part 4

Part 3

TF Boys x f!reader (except Tom)

RATING: Explicit 18+ ONLY. No Minors Please. My work is 18+.

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (f receiving), public sex (car), fluffy Frankie, beach fun

Words: 4.5k

A/N: I love our soft Frankie. Hope you enjoy the date. Please give me a feedback. 💜 Thank you for all your love! 💜

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"I'm melting." Benny moans as he stretched out on the couch, dressed only in his boxer briefs. You took a big sip of your cold cola and wiped beads of sweat from your forehead. "I swear to you, that's how it must feels like in hell."

There has been unbearable heat wave in Florida for days and so your activities were kept to a minimum. You spent most of the days in the house, watched movies and shoveled tons of ice cream when you didn't have to work. You were happy to limit yourself mainly to the night shifts in the sports bar, so you didn't have to move too much during the heat of the days. And Benny also put his training sessions on the nights, which had the positive side effect that he could take you to the bar and pick you up again. Will was out of town for a few days because of his job to hold a few speeches and make new contacts and you were sure he had given Benny a 30 minutes lecture about how to take care of you before leaving.

And Benny did his job well. The demons inside your head had almost completely disappeared. The nightmares subsided and your thoughts no longer revolved around this one fucking bastard. Bennys and your band was stronger than ever, he was your safe haven, the house of the Miller brothers was the place where nothing could ever happen to you. Whether it were such simple things as a fresh coffee after your night shift, an extra portion of whipped cream on your ice cream, or a gentle "sleep well, Sugarboo!" into your ear after you had fallen asleep in Will's car and he’d carried you into your bed. You felt comfortable, appreciated and loved. Loved? Yes.

"Bing" Your phone signaled an incoming message. "Oh nooo" you moaned because it was at the other end of the coffee table. You turned your head in Benny's direction. "I can't move, I'm merged with the couch." Benny opened an eye and smiled in your direction. "If I were you, I would check. I've heard rumors that date number 2 is coming up."

You sat up like lightning and grabbed your phone over the table. "Curious little thing." Benny giggled.

You opened your messenger and a smile grew on your lips when you read the new message.

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Frankie: Hey Sug. Unfortunately, I don't have a dress, flowers and a chauffeur for you. Would you still like to go to the beach with me today?

You: Aww Frankie. 😍 That sounds great, I would be happy.

Frankie: Cool, I'll pick you up at 2 pm.

You: Great, see you soon. ☺️

Frankie: See you soon.

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You grinned at Benny and wobbled your eyebrows. "Beach date with Frankiiiie." You clapped enthusiastically into your hands before you walked into your room to get ready.

You put on your bikini. A two-piece in which you felt very comfortable. Baby blue with small daisies on it. You put on a light summer dress, it was white and crocheted, so almost transparent. Yes, that was perfect.

Back in the living room, the young Miller looked at you and purred. "Hmm, I think I'm going to the beach today too. I heard a hot chick has a date with an old man. Maybe I could have a chance…" He leaned forward in your direction, embraced your waist with both arms and pulled you on his lap. You squeaked loudly and hit Benny slightly on his chest. "Frankie is not old!" He giggled. "Do you think you're the hot chick I meant?" You made a pout and wanted to get up from his lap, but his grip on your waist only strengthened and held you on him.

You looked into each others eyes, your faces just centimeters apart. His hands firmly on your waist and yours on his chest. The air between you was electrified. You were hot and you weren’t sure if it was because of the heat or because of Benny's view in your lips. For seconds that felt like hours, you stayed in this position and you felt his fast heartbeat under your hand on his bare chest. He is my best friend, he is my best friend, he is my best friend. Ran through your head like in an endless loop and you could have sworn that it was the same with him.

"Knock knock"

Your eyes rushed to the door. "Frankie!" You said with a far too shrill voice and Benny's hands suddenly let go of your waist. You got up and straightened your dress, Benny did the same and straightened his pants to hide his excitement. You behaved like two teenagers who were just caught in something forbidden and you were happy when Benny walked towards the front door to let Frankie in.

"Hey, the man of the hour." He greeted his friend and you stepped out smiling behind Benny.

Frankie looked great. He wore swim shorts and a tshirt, sunglasses and his baseball cap. He moaned as he entered the house. "Fuck, it's so hot."

"Yes, incredibly hot." You and Benny said at the same time and your eyes met briefly. You both didn't talk about the weather.

After a short small talk, you said goodbye to Benny and you were happy when the cool air of the A/C in Frankie’s truck surrounded you. You always felt comfortable in Frankie's presence. He was the complete opposite of Benny. He radiated calm, was always objective and conversations with him never ended with any kinky ambiguities. Frankie was this kind of person who always took you seriously, always made you feel that he understood you. And he was humorous in his very own way and always managed to put a smile on your lips. You just had to love him.

When you arrived at the beach after fifteen minutes of driving, Frankie opened the truck bed. "Wow." you marveled at the sight of the two large pockets, the cool bag and the little beach umbrella and Frankie only shrugged his shoulders. "It's supposed to be a real date. No things are done by halves." You grabbed the umbrella and the cool bag and Frankie insisted on carrying the two large bags. Since you knew the area well, you were on a stretch of beach where there were rarely tourists and so you were lucky that there was hardly anything going on except for a few older couples and fishers.

You spread out the large blanket that Frankie had brought and he set up the umbrella. To your surprise, he had even brought a few pillows to make the whole thing more comfortable. It was perfect.

Frankie saw the contented smile on your face after you prepared your place and a little bit of tension falls from him. He hasn't had a date like this for years, it was usually limited to a bar visit and a one night stand. But make such an effort for a woman to plan everything in the hope you like it? No, he couldn't remember when he did that for the last time. He was really skeptical when Benny came around with this crazy idea. Why would you enjoy having a date with him? With Santi, ok, he had this special charm with which he enchanted all women. Or Will, he just had to enter the room and all the women wish he would pay attention to them. And Benny? He probably knew you better than himself, you spent most of your time with him anyway. A date more or less didn't matter either. But he? Francisco Morales? You probably only agreed out of courtesy.

And now he sat there on the blanket on the beach and you stood in front of him, turned your back towards him and looked at the water. You lifted your dress and pulled it over your head. This damn transparent dress, the sight of which had already made him nervous in your living room. Your hand stroked through your hair and he liked the sight of it flowing down your back in light waves. His gaze wanders further downwards, the curve of your waist, your hips, the two dimples on your lower back. He bites his lower lip with the thought of kneeling behind you, his hands on your hips. Holy shit. His eyes follow the curves of your ass. These bikini bottom, which only cover half of your ass. Did you made that by purpose? He straightens his shorts, he is already half hard when you suddenly turn around and your eyes hit his.

"Time for sun protection." You smiled at Frankie and sat down next to him. He searched in his bag and then held the sunscreen in his hand. "Found it!" He winked and you turned your back to him so that he could cream you. His hands were huge and you got goosebumps at the first touch of him. You knew he would notice it and quietly hoped that he would put it on the cold cream. The way Frankie rubbed it into your shoulders felt perfect and you pressed your body slightly backwards to increase the pressure on your skin.

"Massage?" Frankie finally asked and you nodded hastily. "Oh yes. Yes, that would be a dream." "Your wish is my command."

Frankie's strong hands wandered over your back. They massaged knots out of your shoulders, ran over your spine and his thumbs circled with firm pressure over your lower back. You had to hold back to moan too loudly, but it just felt so incredibly good. "Oh Frankie, that's incredible." You finally moaned and it probably sounded much more obscene than it was meant. Frankie whispered a quiet "Then I do everything right.” Your soft whimpering and moaning, your warm skin under his hands, the scent you radiated. All this almost drove him crazy.

After a few minutes, you finally turned around. "Now it's my turn." You grabbed the sunscreen. "Take off your shirt and turn it around." you ordered and you didn't miss the dark look into Frankie's eyes. You smiled when he took off his shirt. Wow. His skin was beautifully tanned, his shoulders were broad and more muscular than you’d expected. You rub the cream into his skin with light pressure. You liked the way his dark hair curled in his neck, your gaze wandered over the small scars and birthmarks, while your hands slowly slipped over Frankie's skin.

A little later you decided to go into the water. You both definitely needed to cool down. Frankie couldn't help but watched you run a few feet in front of him into the water. How your body slid further into the cool water step by step, how you got goosebumps and you squeaked when he splashed you wet. Of course, you didn't put up with that and it ended in a battle between you two. You tried to make each other fall into the cold water.

Of course, Frankie was physically superior to you and so it didn't take long for him to throw you over his shoulder. You scream loudly for help and Frankie laughed. "Do you want to dive or are you a kind girl from now on?" You stopped defending yourself. "I am kind, I am kind! I promise you." So Frankie slowly let you down again and you stood opposite each other in the water, your breath quickly.

"That was fun," Frankie laughed and you noticed the sparkle in his beautiful brown eyes. You watched a few drops of water drip out of his wet curls, ran down his neck and collected on his collarbone. You licked your lower lip and when you looked into Frankie's face, you noticed that he was probably observing exactly the same things on you. His gaze wandered from your breasts back to your eyes and his cheeks flushed because you caught him.

You smiled and took a step towards Frankie. "Frankie, I..." you whispered before you looped your leg around his and got him out of balance with a strong jerk. Your attack was successful and Frankie fell sideways into the water. You laughed so hard that he could certainly hear you underwater before you noticed a hand on your ankle. You tried to shake it off, but without success. You also fell into the water with full force.

When you popped up again, you took a deep breath and coughed, then you saw a loud laughing Frankie in front of you. "Are you okay, Sugar?" He asked and you just nodded before you joined his laughter. "Jump on, I'll take you to our place, little mermaid." He joked and turned around so that you could jump on his back. You clasped his hips with your legs and your arms were looped around his neck when he carried you back to the beach.

Your head lay on his shoulder and you teased him. "So…delta force...but to distract you is quite easily." Frankie just shook his head. "You also using with unfair means." "Oh, and this would be?" You smirked. Frankie slowly let you slide down from his back and turned around to you. His eyes once wandered down your body and up again. "No comment."

You smiled and wringed out your hair before sitting on the blanked. "Are you hungry?" Frankie asked. "I'm starving. Winning against someone from delta force makes hungry, you know?" Frankie laughed before he started to unpacked your food. He had really thought of everything. There were sandwiches, fruits, sweets, beer and cola. He had even thought of your favorite fruits strawberries with chocolate and your heart beat faster at the thought that Frankie had made such an effort just for you.

You sat next to each other while you ate. The conversations were easy and it was as if you had known each other forever. You told Frankie a few stories from your childhood with Benny and he understood directly why you were best friends. You and the younger Miller were so similar to each other, you both have this freaky side, you are always up for some fun and when it comes down to you are totally loyal. People like you can be relied on, no matter what happens.

Frankie told you why he had become a pilot and you could have listened to him for hours about his missions in the Army. You loved his calm voice, the way he brought Spanish words into his sentences. His brown eyes… you could watch these incredibly deep brown eyes all day also like the small laugh lines that surrounded them.

You didn't even noticed how quickly time passed and suddenly you found yourself in the evening sun that made your skin shine golden.

"Do you still need a photo for your group chat?" You asked with a mischievous smile on your face, but Frankie just shook his head and rolled his eyes. "I didn't know that the boys would make such a competition out of it." You laughed. "You turn EVERYTHING into a competition. So let's go... make them jealous, Francisco." You winked.

Frankie watched you lie down on your stomach, one hand wandered to your back and you opened your bikini top. Then you pulled your bikini bottoms a little further between your cheeks. He swallowed loudly at the sight that you offered him. Did you want to kill him? Your skin glittered from sea salt in the golden light of the evening sun. At the side of your body, the curves of your breasts were revealed. Damn, these perfect curves, how he would like to knead the juicy meat on your ass. Frankie almost forgot to take a picture, as all his blood had probably wandered into his cock by now.

When he sat down next to you again, he helped you to close your top, even if he would have preferred to completely tear the little piece of fabric off your body. And after showing you the photo, he opened the group chat.

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Group Chat

THE GANG

Fish: [image attached]

Fish: Beach days = best days

Pope: Enjoy the view buddy.

Benny: jdlduekszxje 👅👅Hola chica. Don't get a heart attack, old man. 👨🏼‍🦳👏🏼

Ironhead: fucking stunning

Benny: She knows what she’s doing boys. She definitely knows. 🥵😮‍💨💦

Pope: Of course. She’s a woman, they all know.

Ironhead: Why are we so rarely on the beach?

Benny: Because it's so hard for us to hide our boners there.🤣🤣🤣🍆💦

Pope: Yes!

Ironhead: True!

Fish: I definitely know what you mean.

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Frankie giggled and put his phone away shaking his head. "I don't want to know what's written there." You said and he laughed. "That's better that way." You rubbed your arms, the air became slowly fresher and you got goosebumps. When Frankie noticed this, he rummaged in one of his bags. "Here, I got something for you." He winked and held a hoodie in front of you. "Oh Frankie, you are the best." You were once again surprised. "Can you say that again in front of the boys?" He joked. "ALWAYS!"

You stood up. "Come on! We look at the sunset." You held your hand to him and he grabbed it, together you walked to the water and sat down in the sand. The two of you watched how the sun slowly disappears on the horizon, your skin was warm from the sun of the day and the sand below you still radiated the warmth. The sun was orange as she lowered further and further towards the water.

You looked at Frankie from the corner of your eye, heard his quiet breath and felt so safe in his presence. You put your head on his shoulder and whispered "Thank you."

He leaned his head against yours. "I have to thank you. I don't know when I last had such a great day." You raised your head and looked at him as he also turned his face in your direction. Just centimeters apart, your noses almost touched and you could feel his breath on your lips. "That's a shame Frankie. I like to keep you company." He smiled. "I can't imagine anything better."

You closed the gap between you two and your lips touched each others. Frankie's hand wandered behind your head and you felt his warmth on your neck. As you moaned slightly under his touch, he opened his mouth and his tongue slid over your lips. You accepted his request and also opened your mouth. Your tongues met somewhere in the middle. Frankie's lips were soft, his mustache tickled you a little and he tasted like sea salt and bear.

You smiled into the kiss and put your hands on his shoulders before you pulled on his lap, your legs to the left and right of his body. Frankie moaned due to the sudden pressure in his crotch, his hands instinctively wandered on your hips. Your right hand lay on the back of his head, your fingers intertwined in his dark curls. While your left arm had looped around his body to push it closer to you. Even if that was actually impossible.

The passion in your kiss grew and grew, as did the bulge in Frankie's shorts. His hands wandered under your hoodie, he stroked along your waist, slowly up your back, which made you shudder. You let your hips roll. Your core screamed for relief, your bikini bottoms were damp from your arousal. "Fuck!" moaned Frankie in your mouth. You looked into his eyes, pressed forehead to forehead. "I want you Frankie." You whispered and his cock twitched in his pants. He never had expected to hear these words from you.

"Then let's go to the car Sugar," he breathed before kissing you again. When you finally managed to break away from each other, you quickly put all your things in your bags. No matter how much sand was packed, or if everything was messed up. Fully packed, you walked to Frankies truck and threw everything onto the truck bed.

You stood opposite each other and Frankie looked embarrassed in your direction. He scratched the back of his head. "And... do you still want...?" He asked as if he was afraid that you had changed your mind by now. You frowned and went to the passenger door, Frankie's heart hurt briefly at the realization that it would only stay with your kiss and he was right all the time. What would you want from a man like him?

When he opened his door to get into the car to drive you home, his eyes widened. You sat with your back leaning towards the passenger door, your legs on the bench, slightly spread. You bit your lower lip and then pulled the hoodie over your head so that you sat in front of him only in your bikini. Frankie swallowed and murmured "Holy shit." Before he climbed onto the driver's seat and closed the door behind him. He crawled towards you so that his body was between your legs, his eyes wandered up and down your body. "You are so fucking beautiful." He said and you grabbed the collar of his shirt to pull him towards you. Your foreheads touched and you looked deep into his eyes. "I want to feel you Frankie." You whispered before kissing him passionately.

"Everything you want princesa." His tongue licked down your neck. Your loud moan encouraged him to continue as he sucked on your sensitive skin directly under your ear. "May I?" He finally asked and you nodded. "Fuck Frankie. Let these idiots see what you did to me." You moaned, full of lust and Frankie could had cum at that moment, just because of your words. He licked, sucked and bit your neck until a chain of marks remained. You watched his dark eyes enjoying the sight and he finally took off his shirt.

Your hands stroked his shoulders, you felt every muscle while his mouth continued kissing down your body. He opened your bikini top and freed your breasts before he first caressed one and then the other. You arched your back under his touch. "Fuck Frankie please!" He smiled briefly as your eyes met and then went further down with his head. His hands caressed your thighs and you felt his hot breath through the bikini panties on your cunt. You pushed your hips up and he understood your intention behind it. He grabbed the waistband of the bikini bottoms and pulled it down your legs.

You heard him murmur something in Spanish and then he licks through your folds. Your head hit the window behind you and Frankie moaned into your hot cunt. "Fuck you taste like heaven." You grabbed into his hair while his tongue circled your sensitive bundle of nerves. "Frankie I need...I need..." You moved your hips and Frankie reacted immediately. "I know Sugar...I know." You should get what you needed when he slipped two fingers into you. Frankie moaned against your clit as he felt your hot walls. Your cunt clenched around his long fingers, which he curled in you to find the one magical point deep into you.

When he reached his goal, your entire body twitched. "Oh...oh God Frankie. That's...that's it!" And then, without another word from him, he pushed you over the edge. You moaned his name while your body trembled, your hands pressed his head harder between your legs and Frankie was not far from jerking off into his fucking swim shorts, so incredibly hot was it to feel you cum on his face.

When your legs trembled with overstimulation, he raised his face to look at you. Your glance met again, his eyes dark full of lust when he licked your arousal from his lips and fingers. You leaned a bit forward to grab his arms and pulled him down on you. You kissed him and you could taste yourself on his tongue. You both moaned into the kiss when Frankie's hard length touched your wet cunt and your hands automatically went to the waistband of his shorts. He interrupted the kiss to support your efforts and watched your lustful look when you saw Frankie's hard cock. You grabbed the length and pumped it once or twice before letting your thumb circling over its swollen tip.

Frankie hissed under your touch. "Sugar, I want to fuck you." You smirked. "Take me Frankie. I'm all yours." He growled as you grabbed his cock and let it glide through your wet folds. He slowly pressed the tip into your hot hole and you moaned as he slid into you inch by inch. "God, you are so tight." Frankie put his head in the crook of your neck, overwhelmed by the feeling of being so close to you. He felt great how he stretched you, but you wanted more.

"Move Frankie, I want to feel you!" He nodded and began to thrust into you. His face hovered over yours when he picked up the pace. His thrusts became hard and precise. When you swung your legs around his hips and he could penetrate even deeper into you, he immediately realizes that he had hit your magic point once again. You threw your head backwards and hit the window of the car door with it. With every firm thrust into your core, you screamed full of pleasure and Frankie loved this expression on your face, the fire in your eyes, while he fucked you in the car seat and against the door and your breasts jumped.

„N-need you to cum sweet girl…‘m so..so fucking close.“ He breathed into your chest and it only took a few more thrusts until you cum hard. You clawed your fingernails in Frankie's back and your moaning of his name gave him the rest. With an almost animal groan, he spilled into you. His cock twitched in your tight walls and after a few more thrusts your muscles relaxed.

Frankie kissed you again full of passion before he pulled himself out of you. He took a paper towel and tried to remove the mess between your legs as much as possible.

You dressed slowly, still completely out of breath. "Come here." Frankie finally said and you slipped very close to him on the bench. He put an arm around your shoulder and you hugged him. It was night outside by now and he felt you getting tired. The warmth of the day and the many sun paid its toll. When you had to yawn, Frankie kissed the crown of your head. "I'll take you home Sugar."

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The next morning

Group Chat

THE GANG

Benny: Fish, what did you do???? 😵😱🤯

Ironhead: What's going on? Did something happen?

Pope: ?

Fish: What?

Benny: Sugars neck 🤨🧐

Fish: Oh well. She wanted you idiots to be reminded that she just had the best date of her life.

Benny: Fuck you, old man. 👨🏼‍🦳🔫

Fish: No no no, I prefer her.

To be continued…

Part 5

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Heat waves taglist: @fangirl-316 @marvelously-flawed @slytherinxhunter @mashomasho @savagemickey03 @paintlavillered @rach-12

General taglist: @simonsbluee

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tedhaternumber1 · 2 years

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G:HEY BENNY WATCH ME DO THIS TRICK!

B:GABE PUT YOUR PANTS ON...

G:IM GONNA PUT MY PENIS IN THE DESK FAN BENNY OH NOOO!!!

S:HOW HIGH ARE YOU BOY???

G:four.

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cpopnatural · 7 months

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13x12 Notes

-Rowena…….please come back

-THE PINK EYES

-where’s the Destiel love potion fic

-why are they literally having a dick measuring contest

-Lucifer canonically has a tiny dick

-I love sassy Cas

-the first time Dean has a female love interest in SEASONS and it’s only because he had a love spell

-this is why they had to lock up Cas this ep bc he would’ve fucked her up

-ROWENA MY CLOSE AND PERSONAL BEST FRIEND

-Cas and Lucifer custody battle while they’re both locked up

-Lucifer’s powers being activated by spite is so funny

-“Where’s my son?” NOOO

-Rowena…..

-WHAT’S BI IS BI

-where do they find all these perfect beach wave white women

-THE SUNGLASSES

-and we cut back to. Real Housewives of Heaven and Hell

-CAS PRETTY BOY

-Cas has weaponized being annoying this season

-BOBO THE SAM UNDERSTANDER

-Impala therapy session…

-this is so good………

-her coat is so fucking good her fit!!!!!!

-oh that scene must’ve been fun to film

-CAS

-THIS IS LITERALLY THE CONVERSATION THEY HAD ABOUT BENNY SEASONS AGO

-AMERICANA

-Rowena you crazy bitch I love you

I fucking loved this one. Some cringe side character acting aside I really enjoyed Dean being a silly lil guy while Sam fights his demons and Cas pisses off the Devil. This episode has a lot of range, and I thought the bonding between Sam and Rowena over Lucifer trauma makes complete sense and is a much needed character moment for both. Rowena has grown on me so much and I’m so glad she’s back. 8.5/10

#min finishes spn

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thatyamiguy-blog · 2 years

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First day of Kool (Ben 10)

it was the first day of class after the spring break, and the students of the Kindergarten class couldn't wait to meet the new kids at bellview elementary school. of course they're parents had given them a heads up that the new kids were special, they still needed diapers after all but most of the kids were cool with that, it made them feel super big (though a few were worried about stinkies happening) there was also the fact that (and this was the part that little Jay and Peter, his bestest buddy loved) the new kids were five like everyone else. They were both TEN year olds, but they'd been made all simple or something cuz of one of those aliens always running around. "Heh, Just remember, be nice to them, my mommy told me if I make'em cry I'LL be in diapers for a MONTH." Peter said, walking to school with Jay. "Heh, no problem, i heard they're happy go lucky dorks, and get amazed easily. I bet we can have them calling us the coolest kids ever before recess." "Heh, put your money where your mouth is!" "..what money? everything I have is in my piggy bank." Jay said, confused. "..I meant..oh never mind." Peter said, rolling his eyes and then the pair got a look at the new kids as their grandpa dropped them off. The boy was wearing a T-shirt with chaze from paw patrol on it, sucking on a pacifire and wearing some kinda weird watch, whining and fusing as his grandfather held out a hand for the paci but the so called big kid didn't seem all that willing to give it up, shaking his head till he got a light swat on his butt.. that was covered with a pair of dark green shorts that did NOTHING to hide the fact he was in a massive diaper! "Benny, I told you, no nukies at school. you promised if I let you suck on it on the way over you'd give it up willingly." the grandpa said. Benny whined again but then spits the paci out, getting a sigh and eye roll from his gramp's who hand now had a bunch of spit in it too, making the girl giggle and laugh. "Bennnn you silly! you were 'pose to just pull it out!" she hooted, brushing her orange hair back and wiggling her hips. dressed in a loose blue top, she had gone with a white skirt that didn't fully hide her diaper, though if she was embarrassed by the bulky white padding poking out the bottom of her skirt she didn't show it. "oh!..uh.. Sowwy grandpa max!' Ben said, sniffling and bottom lip trembling now. "hey, it's ok. you'll remember it for next time right? And Gwen, be nice. " his gramps said and ruffled Ben's hair with the non spit hand. "W-whoa..so cute!" Peter said, blushing and getting a silly look on his face. "Yeah.. Gwen's adorable!" Jay said. "..Y-yeah Gwen.." Peter said and Jay went to say something but the grandpa had spotted them and called them over. "hey, you boys are in kindergarten right?" he asked. "Yup! K-2, with miss Anderson." Peter said. "Great! thats Ben and Gwen's class! Look, I'm running a little late..can you help these two get to class? and make sure Ms. Anderson gets their diaper bags?" he asked, handing Ben a light green one and Gwen a dark blue one, the kids giggling. "Yeah! we gotta make sure there are LOTS of diapies on hand for when we make boomies!" Giggled and then blew a raspberry. "Hehehe yeah! we're number one at going number two..though I'm WAY better at making stinkies then Benny!" Gwen said, puffing out her chest. "And here we go.." Max groaned, face palming. "Nuh-uh! I'm the best pooper!!!" Ben huffed and got in Gwen's face. "puh-lease, rabbit's poop more then you. and your stinky diapers are like, flowers! MINE are massive and make skunks go yuck!" "NO NO NO NO NO!! I poop way more and it's super bigg! Grandpa tell her!!" "Nooo I do! grandpa tell him!" And both dorks turned to their grandpa. "Oh gee, I'd LOVE to settle this, but your gonna be late for class!" Max said quickly, then turned to the boys. "Besides, your new friends haven't even introduced themselves!" The pair froze then blushed, looking ashamed. "Oh right.. Uh.. Sorry guys." Gwen said, rubbing the back of her head. "I'm Gwen!" She added, holding out her hand. "Yeah, sorry..and I'm Ben!" Ben said, doing like wise, his hand out to peter while Gwen's was out to jay. "Jay." the boy giggled, shaking Gwen's hand. "peter." He giggled, blushing while shaking Ben's. "Come on, we'll show you the way to class! And uh, don't worry, if anyone goes to tease you, we'll protect you! Right Jay?" "Uh..Uh..yeah! right!" "Hehehe Thanks! the kids in our old class were a bunch of dweebs who kept teasing us!" Gwen coo'ed. "Just couldn't handle how AWESOME we are." Ben said, smirking and rubbing a finger under his nose. "yes, that Must be it. "Max said. rolling his eyes. "you two have fun, I'll pick you up after school." "BYEEEE Gramps!" the two big babies called and waved bye bye to max, then followed their new friends into the school.

Getting into the classroom, Jay and peter were a little taken back by how unashamed the cousin's were, dashing around the class and introducing themselves (though thankfully without the argument over who was the super pooper this time.) They turned their diaper bags over to Miss Anderson who chuckled and then lead them to the table they would be sitting at, with some special chairs waiting for them that got a few complaints from the other students. "hey! How come THEY git chairs with sides!?!" Chad, a brown haired boy style in a mushroom cut asked, his bottom lip sticking out. "Yeah! I want sides too!" whined Mandy, a blond with twin pigtails, crossing her arms. "Kids, be nice, these are special chairs that Ben and Gwen need because with their..er.." And Miss Anderson paused, trying to think of the right way to phase it. "We need special seat cuz with our mega DIAPER butts, we fall out of normal chairs!" Ben said, cheerfully taking over and turning around and bending some, patting the back of his puffy butt. "Yeah, we're total big babies and while we can sorta learn, sitting in big kid chairs like you guys is totally beyond us. sooo.. Please don't be upset!" Gwen said, holding up her skirt and showing off her diapers as well. This instantly broke any tension and had ALL the kids giggling while Miss Anderson snorted and covered her mouth, trying to hide her smile. "Oh Ok! Sorry!" Chad said. "Do you need help getting in your baby seat?" Mandy asked. "I'll help them out kids, but thanks you for asking. and Gwen sweetie, please put your skirt down." She said.

With that settled it was time for class to start, and while most of the class was paying attention, Ben had out a crayon and was doodling on a sheet of paper, his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth while Gwen was drumming on her bottom lip with her index and middle finger. Jay and Peter, who were sitting on either side of them gently got the big babies attention, making Miss Anderson glad she didn't have to start off by calling the big babies out. "Alright class, let's start with some basic spelling today. who here can spell their own name?" She asked, knowing that while most of her students could, Gwen and ben might not be able to. Everyone raised their hand, though Ben and Gwen looked a little unsure as they did. "Gwen, ben, are you not sure?" She asked gently. "well Uh.. I can spell my first name.." Ben started, rubbing the back of his head. "And so can I.. it's the last name that gets all tricky ricky dicky." Gwen said, finishing his thought. "Well, why don't we all try and spell it together?" Miss Anderson asked, getting a blue marker for her whiteboard and standing by it. "And what IS your last name's?" she asked, knowing them but class interaction was the name of the game. "it's Tennyson." Ben coo'ed, kicking his legs gently. "Alright. let's sound it out, who would look to go first?" Miss Anderson asked. "Oh Oh Me me meeeee!" Gwen cried out, holding up her hand and waving it around and pushing up out of her baby seat. "heh. Ok Gwen. go ahead." "Tennyson! Q N T R O-" Gwen started, but was cut off to soft giggles from the class. "Nooo, but good enthusiasm! would anyone else like to try? Ben?" "uhhh.. nope, it took me ferever to learn how to spell my first name." he said blushing and squirming. "It's ok ben, lots of kids do!" Peter said quickly, patting Ben's arm and making the big baby cheer up. "Can I try?" Asked a mousey dirty blond with hockey hair and glasses, named Jim. "Of course Jim." Miss Anderson replied. "Tennyson: T E N N N Y S O N." He said, looking nervous. "That's correct Jim, good job!" Miss Anderson coo'ed, and the class cheered him, but the loudest cheers came from Gwen and ben. "Wow, he must be like, the SMARTEST kid in class!" Ben gushed. "..Not that smart.." Peter huffed. "huh?" ben asked, confused and not catching on Peter was jealous. "Nothing!" Peter squeaked, realizing he had spoken too loud. "So is he like a super duper speller?" Gwen asked jay. "well he's ok.. I'm better but I don't like to show off." Jay said, putting on a air of arrogance. "Ohhh Koolies!" Gwen coo'ed.

After the spelling lesson it was time for reading, which to the surprise of no one Ben and Gwen couldn't do either. Miss Anderson was quickly getting the feeling that while she had been told Ben and Gwen were ready for kindergarten that they were more fix to be in pre-school but had been turned down due to their ages. Still she would make the best of it and give it her all and who knew, maybe she could work a miracle. At least the class was fully behind the big babies, Having quickly taken them in as their little brother and sister and when it was clear that Ben and Gwen couldn't read Peter and Jay had taken them to a plush corner of the room for Kids to read if they had free time and read to them. Math time was semi better, at least as long as they didn't go over the number ten, since Ben and Gwen did all of their counting on their fingers, but it was something that miss Anderson could work with, having already started to put a modified lesson plan together for the cousins.

All and all, the day went well and the cousins were more then eager to come back tomorrow. The only slight hiccup in the day when it came to the class being kind and caring was shortly after lunch when the pair had loaded their diapers, and window had to be opened quickly. it didn't take long to discover that the plan to just change them in the classroom wasn't going to work out and so she'd had Jay and peter who seemed to have a sweet spot on the pair escort them down to the nurses office carrying the diaper bags with them, and escort them back after the fact. Gwen and Ben said sorry for stinking the class up and were quickly forgiven. Yeah, having two big babies in the class was going to be a little more challenging then she counted on, but as Miss Anderson watched then dash up and glomp their grandpa as he picked them out out the window, she couldn't help but think it was more then worth it for the trade off of the two cuties.

The end

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lethimrunsonia · 2 years

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yayyy nsfw power hour!! 💕 do you have any thoughts on richie making eddie blush/squirm/ speechless? 👀 or honestly any of the losers making either of those two embarrassed in the fun way lol they deserve to be fawned over and teased a little yknow? —💕cami

Making Eddie speechless would be a FEAT have you ever heard that small boy shut the fuck up ever?? (Beverly Marsh How DARE YoU -Eddie)

"You have to fuck his brains out to get him like this," Richie says, voice tinged in awe. He moved his hips faster as the only sounds Eddie made were soft, happy cries from underneath him, legs up over Richie's shoulders as Richie's hair touched his ankles. "I think his brain stops."

"Does you're brain ever stop?" Mike asked, voice suspiciously soft as he came up behind Richie and Stan flanked him.

"What? How does that--"

"Obviously not easily," Bev teased from above Eddie's head where she gently racked her hands through his hair. He caught her eyes and a blush spread across his face as she snuck a finger into his mouth. He sucked it automatically, eyes on her and Bill, who stood next to her, naked.

Stan hauled Richie off Eddie fast and clinical, handing him to Mike in a flash of movement so he could climb onto Eddie before the poor boy could get upset.

Eddie gasped but settled when Stan sank his cock inside his hole. "There, just like that, huh? So sweet for us?"

Eddie moaned around Bev's finger and nodded his head, grappling around Stan's strong body as he began to fuck him earnestly on their shared bed. He couldn't *think*, not even enough to be worried about Richie arguing with Mike.

"What the fuck, Michael."

"Stop fighting us, man."

"Benny, you too? Is no one on my side with this?"

"Nooo-pe," Bill said, emphasizing the p as he leaned down to kiss Beverly.

Mike grabbed Richie face and stared him down onto his stubborn blues. "Rich. Can't we show you some attention, baby."

Richie started to squirm and Ben strokes his side, his arm, hushes him.

Richie leaned into him and glanced back at Mike.

"Can't we love on you, too? I know you're embarrassed, but you don't have to be. Let us show you?"

When Richie didn't argue Mike leaned forward to kiss him, and kissed him until their lips were red and their breathing was heavy and Ben was jealous.

"Richie..."

He turned and mouthed at Ben's lips, needy at Ben's tone. Needy for whatever affection they'd give him that he wanted but didn't ask for. Face red he pulled back and let Mike pull off his bright orange cat sweater. It felt sexy, the stupid cats staring at him falling to the floor.

"Take me boys."

#reddie #it ch 1 #it ch 2 #poly losers #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #stanley uris #the damn clown movie

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fishareglorious · 2 years

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Oh me, oh my... what a wonderful sight

Lmao I’ve accidentally wandered into the middle of the Resistance’s camp

Ok have half of my weed supply my good man

hee hee

Ok I have enough stuff to ascend her

I am not used to the World Quest’s tab being filled

Xiangling I apologize but this island is already at full load.

I have no idea how this guy thought I was from discord because I’ve just randomly hit the coop button to help people

what

They utterly lost it when I said that

Wondering whether I can pull the maid trick again and the hunter walked up to me and just stared

They captured me a minute later. Traitor.

Funnily enough even though they ratted me out I didn’t get caught by the hunter

I’ve been entering and exiting coop with the intent to do some leylines for the battlepass and i’ve gotten desperate because no one has resin

Thank you genshin user Alex for doing leylines with me now I can finally do the 10th pull and get a 4-star at the standard banner

YEAAA

Benny me boy welcome to the team

NOOOOOO I COMPLETELY FORGOT HE WAS AT LOW HEALTH WHEN A BOAR DECIDED TO CHARGE AT HIM NOOO I’M SO SORRY

#genshin impact #playing genshin #coop cofuckery #i remember looking at a screenshot of keqing with looking at the mint with those cats #the coop between the two dudes was pretty chaotic but still fun #we just played windtrace until one of them had to go #before they disbanded they said 'hope you get back safely to hell!' and i haven't stop laughing at that #jaisus a patch of burning grass would have done bennett in if it wasn't for noelle's shield buff #i entered this one dude's coop where i helped them fight rifthounds and they kicked me out the moment we defeated them #rude.

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kazuhasbunny · 3 years

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readin bout benny hcs bullyingn/degrading reader made me think "he could never!!!! a soft boy!!!" now im just,.,.. the fuck/?? bend me over??? h.,. break me ?!? and then tell praise me u___u oh! and i was wondering if i could be 👍 anon > < <3

for real though ... at first im like . nooo benny would never do something like that ... but then yall kept coming and feeding me with thoughts i go . hey.. what ... what if .... hmmmmmhmhnn pls just break me benny i will do anything LITERALLY !!! and just , feed me with praises afterwards cause yes <333 and mhm yes !! added ^^

#eli.replies #eli.thirsts #👍 anon #👀.bennett #facts

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seanfalco · 4 years

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Burning Out | 09. Possession

Klaus Hargreeves x f!Reader

Word Count: 5.2k Rating: T Warning(s): Klaus gets possessed, slight noncon

[ Sequel to Playing with Fire ] [ Masterlist ]

Klaus’s head nodded, his eyelids drooping only for a moment and when his eyes snapped open he found Ben sitting across the room from him, chin in wand, waiting, a shit-eating grin on his face as he watched. Wetting his lips Klaus turned to glance at [y/n], asleep on the chaise lounge behind him. They’d stayed up late, but when she’d gone to sleep, exhausted, Klaus’s vigil began. He knew what Ben was planning and he refused to let it happen.

God, but he wanted so desperately to crawl next to [y/n] and fall asleep in her arms, but he knew as soon as he did that Ben would be waiting to try stepping into his body once more.

“I hate to disappoint you, Benny boy, but you are not getting in this body,” Klaus murmured, his words slurring slightly as he swayed in his seat. “No way.”

“Well, you’re gunna have to fall asleep eventually,” Ben argued, blowing him a kiss, but Klaus shook his head with a smirk.

“This is nothing,” he exclaimed. “Once, in Rio, ohhh, I spent eight straight days up.”

“Without chemical assistance?” Ben shot back, knowing full well he’d been high off his ass that whole time and Klaus’s grin slipped.

“Listen,” he backpedaled, “the point is, I’m not gunna let you win. Besides, [y/n] would kill you,” he added smugly, his eyes once more straying to the sleeping woman behind him.

Ben clicked his tongue with a shrug. “Can’t kill what’s already dead,” he quipped. “I think I can handle her wrath.”

Klaus gave him a doubtful look before his head once more fell forward, his eyes shutting peacefully for a moment before he inhaled sharply, jerking back awake. This time when he woke however, Ben was sitting even closer, leaning forward intently.

“God, I hate your face,” Klaus hissed, tucking his hair behind his ear.

“I hate all of you,” you Ben replied without missing a beat.

“Please, just…” the rest of Klaus’s words fell away as sleep overtook him once more, trying to sink her claws in him, leaving him utterly defenseless. Maybe he should wake [y/n], he thought, but the thought slipped away from him. She needed the sleep more than him, he reasoned, he could hold out, this was nothing, and when he gasped awake again, Ben was practically right in front of him.

“Shhh, it’s okay, fall asleep,” Ben whispered soothingly and Klaus couldn’t hold his head up any longer, sleep washing over him for good until the grandfather clock in the room chimed the hour, startling him and he fell back, spilling the cold tea in the tea cup, forgotten in his hand.

“Jesus, Ben! Holy Christ! Will you please… just look, I’m going through a lot right now,” Klaus groaned, wiping the tea from his shirt with a grimace.

“You’re always going through a lot,” Ben argued.

“Benuhhh,” Klaus whined in response, throwing his hands up, not having a better comeback than that. “Dave’s already enlisted and I can’t stop him, and the love of my life, who I finally have made things right with,” he paused to glance back at [y/n], still sleeping so peacefully behind him, “is gunna die in another apocalypse in a handful of days and I don’t know how to stop that either! I’m gunna lose them both!” he exclaimed, his voice cracking.

Ben’s expression softened for a moment as his gaze followed Klaus’s, but then he sighed, rolling his eyes as Klaus continued, clapping his hands over his eyes.

“Goddd, I hate this! Not being able to do anything--”

“Klaus,” Ben exclaimed, talking over him, “the way you’re feeling right now is the way I feel every day.”

Klaus ran his hands down his face as he looked up at Ben.

“All I do is watch you make the same mistakes over and over and over again. Welcome to powerlessness,” Ben explained and Klaus stared at him with large puppy dog eyes.

“Oh, my God,” he rasped, “that must suck. I’m sorry.”

Ben nodded before leaning in eagerly. “You wanna make it up to me?” he asked quickly.

“Nooo!” Klaus cried, “You cannot possess me.”

“Come on, please!” Ben begged, “Just for a few minutes!”

“No, why? What’s so damned important?” Klaus exclaimed, throwing his hands up once more.

“Jill, I--” Ben cut off, sighing, fumbling for words. “I--I… I want to talk to her.”

“Jill…?” Klaus mused, clicking his tongue. “Oh, that’s, the uhm… the Moroccan girl with the limp?” he asked, trying to remember. There were just so many of them, he couldn’t keep them all straight. Not that he really cared all that much to.

“Seriously?” Ben scoffed, “we’ve been over this…”

“I so rarely listen to you,” Klaus groaned, his eyelids fluttering as if he was still fighting exhaustion.

“Klaus,” Ben exclaimed.

“Alright, fine,” Klaus gave in, tired of arguing, and Ben’s eyes lit up as he practically jumped up, ready to rush into Klaus’s body before Klaus held his hands up, stopping him. “Wait! We need to talk about some ground rules,” he insisted and Ben stopped.

“No cutting of the hair,” he began, running his fingers through it fondly, “I love my look right now… and so does [y/n],” he murmured as he stood, gazing down at her. “Second, no touchy-touchy down there,” he exclaimed firmly, pointing down to his crotch with both hands, “well… maybe I won’t mind,” he amended, “but just don’t look, because I’m shy.”

Ben wrinkled his nose at the thought. “Anything else?” he asked, impatient to get started.

“Yeah,” Klaus exclaimed, turning to face his brother, a very serious expression stealing across his face. “[y/n] is off limits,” he said sternly, gesturing to her sleeping form. “Don’t touch her, don’t kiss her, don’t take advantage--”

“I would never!” Ben exclaimed earnestly.

Klaus watched him for a moment until he seemed to believe him. “Just don’t do anything that would jeopardize our relationship, okay?” he sighed. “We’ve been through the wringer, you know? And I can’t fuck this up again,” he murmured, a thoughtful expression crossing his visage as he tore his eyes from her once more. “Oh and lastly, I’m dairy free now, trust me on that.”

Klaus followed Ben over to the window where they stood face to face, a giddy grin lighting up Ben’s face.

“Thank you,” he exclaimed and Klaus just rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, just make it quick. Oh! And don’t tell [y/n] I agreed to this, if she finds out she’ll be furious.”

Ben nodded, shaking his arms out as he exhaled, readying himself. Klaus on the other hand tensed, his whole body pulling away from Ben as if it were the last thing he wanted to do. Which really, it was.

On the count of three, Ben ran at him, phasing through his body and into him as Klaus convulsed, his limbs shaking and a rattling groan hissing from his lips. Suddenly however, Ben took control and he blinked, straightening. Raising his hands in front of his face he smiled. Just as he was about to walk out the balcony door [y/n] shifted, groaning.

“Klaus?” she called, turning to look at him and Ben quickly turned Klaus’s body, panic surging through him.

“Y-yes, dearest?” he answered shakily, wondering how he was gunna get out of this without raising her suspicions or breaking one of Klaus’s rules. Maybe if he could get [y/n] to go back to sleep…

“Mmm, come to bed,” she moaned, stretching languidly and Klaus’s oversized shirt she was wearing parted open to bare more skin. Ben inhaled sharply, tearing Klaus’s eyes from the sight before deflty avoiding looking at her bare legs as well. “Klausss,” she insisted, her voice nearly a whine as she reached for him. “You didn’t sleep last night. Please? I want to hold you,” she murmured.

Hesitantly Ben circled the chaise lounge and sat on the edge next to her. “Shh, [y/n], go back to sleep, I have to… pee, and then I’ll be back to join you,” he exclaimed, hoping she’d buy it.

Pouting up at him she attempted to pull him down with her, her arms snaking around his waist and Ben stiffened.

“[y/n], I’ll just be a minute,” he lied, jerkily reaching out to run Klaus’s hand through her hair, smoothing it down, and Ben sighed. He’d forgotten how soft hair could feel. He almost lost himself for a moment, nearly letting [y/n] pull him down next to her, if only he could keep feeling her hair, but no! That would definitely be wrong and besides, he wanted to find Jill.

“Klaus,” [y/n] murmured again desperately, curling around him, her hands wandering, pushing up under his loose shirt and reaching for the waist of his bellbottoms, but Ben quickly caught her hands, prising them from around him.

“I promise, I’ll be right back, okay. Go back to sleep… sweetheart,” he said, the pet name feeling awkward on his tongue, but he had to pretend to be Klaus in order to keep her from suspecting anything.

[y/n]’s eyelids fluttered and she let him stand, though a small frown tugged at her lips. “I love you,” she murmured sleepily, almost a whisper and Ben’s breath caught in Klaus’s throat.

“I love you too,” he replied, suddenly hit by a wave of nostalgia, remembering all the good times he’d spent with her for that short year before he’d died. He had loved her, as one loves their close friends and he wanted nothing more than for her to be happy. He’d had to watch as time after time Klaus had made the wrong decisions, hurting both himself and her in the process, and now that they’d seemed to have finally gotten past all that, Ben only wanted the best for them. He would adhere to Klaus’s rules. He couldn’t take a chance of messing up what they had.

When [y/n] finally laid back down, her eyes sliding shut Ben crept from the room and hurried down to the lawn. Kicking off Klaus’s boots he curled his toes in the grass as a giddy giggle slipped from his lips and he took off down the garden path, pushing open the gate.

Traversing the estate lawns he passed several of Klaus’s followers tending the gardens and he greeted them excitedly, relishing the warmth of the sun on his face and the feel of the grass beneath his bare feet. Ambling past a fruit tree he plucked one of the grapefruits from it’s branches and tore it open, bringing the fruit to his lips for a bite.

However, once the sour tang coated his tongue and dribbled down Klaus’s chin he made a face. Nope, still don’t care for grapefruit, he thought, spitting as he dropped the two halves and hurried away, his eyes scanning for Jill.

Before he found her, he found a large tilled patch of earth and he buried his feet in the mulch and dirt, sighing contentedly. “I love dirt,” he exclaimed before falling to his knees and flopping face down into it, past caring that Klaus’s clothes were getting filthy.

“Hello?”

The voice brought him up short and Ben’s eyes snapped open, finding Jill standing at the edge of the garden plot, staring down at him, an uncertain smile on her face.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, pushing Klaus’s body up quickly. “Hello, Jill!”

“Is it cool if I join you?” she asked.

“No, I mean, yeah, of course!” Ben fumbled, suddenly feeling jittery, as if butterflies were swarming in his, er, Klaus’s stomach.

Jill promptly fell to the earth next to him with a laugh and began making dirt angels. Ben joined her, his own laughter spilling forth til Klaus’s stomach hurt with it, but everything was beautiful and everything felt so wonderful.

“You’re different today,” Jill observed, her face lighting up with a smile as she watched Klaus-slash-Ben eat strawberry after strawberry, practically moaning as he savoured each one.

“Really? How so?” Ben asked.

“You’re…” Jill paused to think, inhaling, “dorkier,” she explained with a laugh and Ben’s heart dropped.

“Oh.”

“No, no,” she cut in, “I like it,” she insisted and Ben’s heart soared once more.

“You know, I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since you joined,” he admitted, saying the words he’d wanted to say for so long, not thinking about how they would appear coming from Klaus’s mouth. “You love your garden and you sing to your turnips. You’re so good with people,” he praised, “everybody comes to you for advice and you give it so freely, and…”

“You noticed all that?” Jill murmured, “You’re so sweet, but I thought you and [y/n]...?” she asked, confusion sweeping her face.

“Oh,” Ben muttered, her question knocking the wind from him. Fuck. How was he supposed to explain that?

“Uh,” he fumbled, “I mean… yeah, but... you’re incredible,” he breathed, the words just slipping out and Jill smiled again.

“You’re incredible too,” she murmured, scooting closer, taking Klaus’s hands in hers. “Can I tell you something?” she asked and Ben nodded quickly. “I’ve been hoping you’d notice me. I’ve been waiting for your attention. Maybe… maybe this is our moment,” she exclaimed and Ben tilted his head, leaning in, drawn to her. “Do you wanna do it?” she asked suddenly and Ben frowned, freezing, Klaus’s mouth falling open.

“Wait, what?” he exclaimed.

“It, you know, sex,” Jill explained. “The holy union of our multiple spirits. Let’s join our bodies as well as our souls,” she exclaimed, scooting closer til she was practically in Klaus’s lap.

“W-wait, there’s something you need to know!” Ben stuttered, holding Klaus’s hands up, “I-I can’t cheat on [y/n],” he exclaimed, Klaus’s hand coming up to slap his face sharply, Klaus fighting for control, clearly unhappy with where this was leading.

“Are you okay?” Jill asked.

Ben grimaced, trying to wrest control back from Klaus. “Yeah, yeah, never been better,” he exclaimed, his jaw clenched.

“Good!” Jill quipped, jumping into his lap, straddling him and Klaus’s eyes widened, panic coursing through him.

“Jill, you don’t--” Ben gasped, “you don’t know the real me.”

“Yes, I do,” she insisted, wrapping her arms around Klaus’s shoulders. “I know everything about you. I’ve pored myself over your teachings, sung your Vedas, I have committed every part of you to my memory--”

“But Jill, that’s not me,” Ben insisted helplessly. “I’m somebody different, I’m…”

Before he could get the rest of the words out Jill’s lips were on his, her arms wrapped around him and Ben moaned, paralyzed until a sharp exclamation from behind him made his blood run cold.

“Klaus?”

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Taking a sharp breath you stretched, reaching out blindly before frowning. “Klaus?” you croaked, pushing up to look around. He said he’d be right back. How long had you dozed off for? Running your hand through your hair you got up, looking around. “That’s strange…” you muttered, finding the bathroom empty. Hadn’t he said he had to pee? Where was he?

Wait a sec, you thought, turning toward the open door behind you, leading out to the lawn, your frown deepening. Was it just your imagination or had Klaus seemed a little strange to you earlier?

Dressing quickly you hurried out the door, your eyes sweeping the lawn, searching for Klaus. All you saw were blue clad cult members. Scowling, you nearly tripped over Klaus’s boots as you climbed down to the path below. Following the path you searched the garden, knowing your boyfriend couldn’t be far. You just hoped when you found him, it really would be him.

“Klaus?” you called softly and one of his followers tending the garden straightened.

“Are you looking for the Prophet, Beloved?” he asked and you nodded, cringing at the name. It was strange when anyone other than Klaus called you that, and yet they didn’t seem to want to use your real name.

“Uhm, yeah, have you seen him around?” you asked, shaking yourself out of it.

The man nodded and pointed, gesturing across the garden. “I saw him head that way.”

“Thank you!” you called over your shoulder, already taking off in the direction he’d pointed.

Pushing through the trellised gate you climbed a small hill and your heart nearly stopped at the sight that greeted you. Klaus sat in the middle of plot of dirt looking rather disheveled while Jill straddled him, kissing him, her arms wrapped around his shoulders.

“Klaus?” you cried, trying to keep the incredulity and hurt from your voice and failing miserably. “What the fuck?” You couldn’t process what you were seeing. After everything you’d been through together these past few days, after three years of waiting for you, you find him in the arms of another woman now?

“[y/n]!” Klaus yelped, jumping at your voice as he tried to fend Jill off him, his eyes wide as he watched you warily, shoulders hunching under your glare. “It’s really not what it looks like!” he cried.

“Oh really? It looks pretty simple to me,” you snapped.

“It’s really not!” Klaus replied, gently hauling Jill from his lap, his expression regretful. “I told you there was this girl…” he murmured and realization hit you.

“Ben!” you growled, your brows furrowing dangerously. “Benjamin Hargreeves, how dare you!” you spat.

He swallowed, grimacing, knowing he’d fucked up.

“Prophet?” Jill asked, confusion clear on her face. “I don’t--”

“Not now,” Klaus-slash-Ben murmured, getting to his feet. “I’m sorry,” he said softly and you weren’t sure if he were talking to you or her.

Jill opened her mouth to say something as Klaus-slash-Ben scrambled over to you, but your glare made her think better of it and she quickly got up out of the dirt.

Klaus fell into step with you as you stalked off, unsure exactly where you were going. “[y/n], wait, can we talk about this?” he asked hesitantly, but you didn’t slow.

“Then talk,” you exclaimed, giving him the cold shoulder and he groaned.

“[y/n], I swear, I didn’t mean for it to go that far, I just wanted to talk to her,” Ben exclaimed, wanting to touch you, to stop you, Klaus’s hand hovering just over your arm, as if afraid to actually grab you.

Stopping suddenly, you spun to face him. “He didn’t want you to possess him in the first place!” you exclaimed heatedly, anger still gripping you, though it cooled slightly at the chastened look on Klaus’s face that met you. “You have no right--” you huffed, your voice trailing off.

“I’m sorry, okay?” Ben murmured sheepishly. “I just wanted to talk to Jill. I’ve had a crush on her since she joined Klaus’s cult. I wasn’t going to let her… I didn’t mean to make you think… Klaus would never do that to you.”

“Yeah, but you’re not Klaus right now are you?”

“[y/n] please,” Ben pleaded, looking at you through Klaus’s eyes, knowing full well it was your weakness.

“That’s not fair,” you grumbled, glancing away and Klaus’s hands finally came to rest on your arms.

“Nothing happened,” he assured you. “I just wanted to feel things again. Taste food, feel the earth under my feet, the sun on my face, wind in my hair… talk to my crush. I never meant to make you think… Look, I’m so happy for you and Klaus. After having to watch every up and down, I’m glad you’re finally where you are. I just wanted to experience a fraction of that…”

Sighing, you felt your anger leech from you, not completely, but mostly. Enough that you once more felt for Ben and you looked at him, wishing you could see him and not Klaus.

“Oh, come here,” you muttered, opening your arms and he stepped into your embrace, hugging you back.

“Hey you two. Sorry to break up this love fest, but you got a sec?”

“Diego!” Ben exclaimed and you whipped your head around. “Diego?” you echoed.

“Come on, we gotta go,” he insisted and you frowned.

“Wait, go where?” you asked, stepping out of Klaus-slash-Ben’s arms.

“Come on, this is important,” Diego growled, not offering an explanation as he grabbed Klaus’s arm and tugged him with him, while you hurried to catch up.

“It’s so great to talk to you again, Diego,” Ben exclaimed as Diego pulled him across the lawn back toward the mansion.

“Didn’t you hear what I said?” Diego asked, confused. “Are you high, Klaus?”

“He’s not Klaus,” you cut in, scowling, and that made Diego stop.

“What’re you talking about?” he asked.

“I’m Ben,” Ben explained and Diego’s eyes widened, swinging from Klaus to you, and you nodded before he turned back to Klaus-slash-Ben. When he still looked skeptical Ben frowned. “Look I can prove it. Ask me something only Ben would know.”

“Okay,” Diego said, glancing around. “When we were little, what did you reprogram Allison’s Teddy Ruxpin to say?” he asked softly.

“Luther sniffs Dad’s underwear,” Ben replied in a sing-song voice.

For a second Diego stared at him before covering his mouth with his hands. “Holy shit,” he murmured in awe before pulling Ben into a tight hug. “You knew about this?” he asked, looking over Klaus’s shoulder at you.

“I mean, I knew Ben’s spirit has been following Klaus since… since before we time traveled,” you murmured sullenly. “This possession thing, is new, though” you grumbled.

“Yeah, and it’s freakin’ awesome,” Ben exclaimed as Diego pulled back to look him in the face in awe.

“Okay, you can tell me all about it on the way back to 2019, okay?” Diego asked and you narrowed your eyes.

“Wait, what? How? Diego, what is going on?” you demanded.

“Five has a way home. He’s got one of those time traveling briefcases, but we have to go now.”

Before you could open your mouth to argue you noticed movement approaching from the corner of your eye and you looked past Diego and Ben, your stomach flipping, ice coating your veins.

Across the lawn two police officers followed Keechie, their voices carrying.

“I think you’re mistaken officers, [y/n] is the Beloved of the Prophet, she’d never do anything wrong,” Keechie was saying as the two policemen shared a skeptical glance.

“Shit,” you hissed, catching Diego and Ben’s attention.

“What is it?” Diego asked, as you quickly hid behind the two of them, Diego’s gaze following yours to the approaching officers, who’d luckily not spotted you yet. “Why are they looking for you?” he asked and you grimaced.

“I may have… killed a man,” you muttered, avoiding Diego’s incredulous stare, “in self defense… sort of,” you added quickly. “Does it really matter right now? Either way we gotta get out of here,” you exclaimed.

“Wait, what about Destiny’s Children?” Ben asked as Diego pulled him and you with him, “We can’t just leave them. I mean, Klaus should be the one to tell them--”

“Oh, no, no, no, no,” Diego cut in, “you stay in this body, okay?”

“What?” you exclaimed, stopping in your tracks, yanking your arm from Diego's hand. “Excuse you?”

“Come on, we need someone responsible behind the wheel, okay?” he countered, but your expression only darkened.

“Responsible?” you repeated, your glare taking in both men. “I’m sorry, but Ben has not exactly been responsible today,” you growled and he flinched, his eyes avoiding yours.

“We don’t have time to argue,” Diego hissed, turning to glance behind you at the two police officers heading toward the house, still not having caught sight of you. “We need to get back to Five and you need to avoid those two.”

Scowling, you crossed your arms over your chest, knowing he had a point.

“Diego, will you wait? I need like, ten minutes,” Ben exclaimed, already pulling away from the two of you. “I need to say goodbye.”

Diego nodded, “Okay, meet me in the alley behind Elliott’s in thirty minutes, okay? And you,” he said, turning to you, “keep out of sight and do not be late,” he instructed, pointing at you.

“We won’t,” Ben insisted.

“Good. It’s good to see you, brother,” Diego exclaimed, giving him one last hug before hurrying away.

As soon as Diego turned away you watched Ben’s ghostly form push from Klaus’s body for a moment before snapping back into him.

“Oh, no,” Ben groaned.

“Ben, you get out of there, now,” you exclaimed. “Give Klaus his body back.”

“You heard Diego,” he argued, “besides, I need to do this!” Before you could say anything else Ben took off toward the mansion door, fighting with Klaus for control. Glancing nervously over your shoulder and not seeing Keechie or the police officers you hurried after Ben.

“What are you gunna do? You can’t gather them all,” you hissed as Ben stopped to put Klaus’s boots back on.

“I don’t know!” he cried back. “I just wish I could say goodbye to Jill.”

Running back to the room to grab a few of your things you hurried after Ben, and out the front door, stopping at Keechie’s voice.

“Hey Prophet! [y/n]! Where are you going?” he called after you. “Some police are here, looking for--”

“Uhh, quick vision quest,” Ben exclaimed quickly, cutting him off. “Be back in a few years. Maybe.” Grabbing your wrist, he turned to go.

“Wait! Who will bless the pool waters?” Keechie called and Ben stopped, once more turning back to him.

“You can do it, Keechie. You can do everything from now on.”

“No, Prophet, I can’t!” he countered.

“Keechie, bless the water, bless the air, bless the sex swing for all I care. Would you just do me one favour?” Ben asked desperately, “Tell Jill that rolling in the dirt was the greatest moment of my life.”

Keechie nodded, confused, but he nodded. “Prophet wait! Any last words of wisdom before you go?” he asked and you groaned, Ben echoing the sentiment, but turning back once more.

“Oh, my God! We’re back again,” he exclaimed, clutching at the first thing he could think of. “Brothers, sisters, everybody sing! We’re gunna bring you the flavour, we’re gunna show you how!” Holding up his arms he cut off suddenly, turning and grabbing your wrist, pulling you with him just as the two police officers appeared behind Keechie. “Shit, shit, shit, come on!” he exclaimed and you ran next to him.

“Was that the Backstreet Boys?” you asked, amusement bubbling up in you despite your frustration.

“Yeah, yeah, it was,” Ben gasped and you couldn’t help but bark a laugh.

——

As you made your way back to Elliott’s, literally running against the clock, Klaus stumbled next to you with a cry.

“Klaus?” you asked. “Ben?”

“Get. Out!” Klaus groaned, straining and for a moment you swore you could see Ben’s head splitting from Klaus’s as he pushed at the apparition, fighting him, trying to force him out of his body.

“No!” Ben cried, snapping back into him.

“Ben, you’re hurting him!” you exclaimed, unsure what exactly you could do to help, running on, trying to keep up as you watched Klaus continue to struggle and stumble down the street, trying several more times to throw Ben out of him. Each time however, he was unsuccessful and you felt your anger grow afresh.

“We made it!” Ben cried as you turned the corner to the alley, finding Luther and Five already waiting, but no one else.

Five and Luther frowned, watching Klaus struggle with himself, attempting to push Ben out of him once more, grunting at the effort and you crossed your arms.

“Ben, please!” you cried.

“What are you doing?” Five demanded and suddenly Klaus’s body convulsed and he bent over double, retching before finally collapsing to the pavement, his body going limp.

“I can’t believe it, I mean, Klaus is here, but no one else,” Luther exclaimed as Five looked at his wrist watch. “We’ve only got eight minutes left!” he growled.

Falling to your knees at Klaus’s side you gingerly rolled him over, leaning over him. “Is it you?” you asked, holding his face and his eyes fluttered open weakly, his emerald eyes focusing on you.

“Yes,” he cried, reaching up to touch the side of your face. “Oh, thank goodness,” he whimpered and you grabbed his hand, sighing in relief. “I just had the strangest dream.”

“Where are the others?” Five cried, looking around furiously, but you only had eyes for Klaus. “All they had to do was be here!” he continued, beginning to pace, muttering angrily under his breath.

From your crouched position you turned your face, glancing over your shoulder at Luther. “I don’t understand. Diego just met us, he said he’d be here in thirty minutes. What if something happened to him?”

“I can’t believe this,” Luther growled as Five continued to rant.

“Could you guys keep it down?” Klaus murmured, struggling to sit up and you helped him. “My head is killing me,” he whined, clutching at it, covering his ears against their voices.

“Listen to me, you useless puke bag,” Five growled, coming to stand in front of Klaus, getting right in his face, his finger jabbing between his eyes, “we just blew our chance to save the world!”

“Hey!” you exclaimed, your brows drawing down. “Don’t yell at him! We were here on time!”

Klaus frowned, shrinking in on himself as he leaned into you and you gathered him in your arms protectively.

The briefcase on the ground not far from you began to tick, a high pitched whirring sound emanating from it and Five swore under his breath as he picked up and chucked it into the air just as a blue aura of electricity surrounded it and sucked it into a portal without the four of you.

“We were that close,” Five sighed angrily, turning to kick the dumpster nearby. “That close.

“Something must have happened to everyone,” Luther reasoned, repeating your own thoughts exactly.

“Screw everyone!” Five cried, growing more agitated by the moment. “I was better off on my own in the apocalypse.”

“Five, come on,” Luther cut in, but Five rounded on him.

“You know what, Luther? It’s everyone for themself now! How bout that?” he cried, throwing his arms wide as he stalked away, back to Elliott’s apartment.

“Did Five just get meaner?” Klaus asked, and you sighed, fighting the urge to go after him.

“Klaus, [y/n], can you guys go check on Allison? Make sure she’s okay?” Luther asked and you nodded. “Find the others and meet back here. I’ll handle Five.”

With that Luther jogged after Five and you helped Klaus to his feet. Turning toward where you assumed Ben was Klaus stumbled, kept upright by your arm around his waist. “And you!” he cried, pointing angrily to a spot on the asphalt, “you’ve had your possession privileges revoked!”

“Privileges?” you asked flatly and Klaus stiffened, turning to look at you sheepishly. “Yeah, I may have agreed to that, but it was a mistake!” he cried, raising his voice at the end. “I’m never doing that again,” he whimpered, resting his head on your shoulder. “I’m so sorry, [y/n].”

Sighing, you smoothed your hand over his hair gently. “I’m just glad you’re back with me,” you admitted, catching his gaze meaningfully and he stared back at you, smiling hesitantly. “Now,” you sighed, “let’s go check on Allison,” you suggested and Klaus nodded, moving reluctantly.

#the umbrella academy #tua #klaus hargreeves #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves imagines #fic: burning out #PwFverse #joz.fic

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the-fiction-witch · 3 years

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Girls P22 Queens Cookies

TV SHOW: THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE: BENNY X READER X BETH X HARRY RATING: FLIRTY + CUTE

"You girlies gonna be okay all alone?" Benny asks as he got his jacket on at the door

"We'll be fine, we're grown ups" I argued

"Maybe I should stay with them?" Harry encouraged

"No" Benny answered "I'm not thrilled about leaving them here because I know there gonna fucking sleep with each other, I leave you here the girls'll rip you apart," "Maybe I wanna be ripped apart"

"I know what you want harry" He smirked back

"we'll be fine you boys go, get us some nice presents from the store" Beth smiled

"Like?" Harry asked

"Wine!" I giggled

"If you girls are good" benny warned "No sex on my bed... Without me" He warned

"we won't" we giggled

"Good girls, we'll bring you something nice" benny winked

"see you soon girls" Harry smiled blowing us each a kiss before he scurried out the door with benny, and the moment the doors where shut

"You wanna have sex on benny's bed again?" I asked

"I fucking heard that y/n!" Benny yelled from the other side of the door as he locked it

"No, I'm still a little worn out. I'm getting passed around like a fuck toy between you three" she complained

"To be fair so am I,"

"I think I'll bake while there out give the boys something nice to come home to" she smiled

"That would be nice, yeah lets make out boys some nice cookies"

"Maybe we should get naked and cook in just little aprons"

"I think the boys would enjoy that" I smirked "and we would too" I smirked

"Come on then" she says so we got up and headed to the kitchen, we both got our clothes off leaving beth having only her bright hair, perfect make up, and a little blue apron, I smirked doing likewise but keeping my thigh highs on and a little black apron starting to make some cookies but as she handed me the bowel full of the cookie dough to stir while she sorted the oven I noticed as I stirred

"Beth?" "Yeah hun?"

"Is there... something in this?" I asked her

"Yeah, Weed" she says making me cough a little

"what?"

"Yeah, its fine" she shrugs

"You brought drugs with you? On a plane?"

"Yeah" she shrugs "Never been stopped before"

"Where did you get it?" I asked as we began sorting the cookies

"A know a guy in Kentucky, went to my Russian classes" she explained

"I see," I laughed "You're gonna feed it to the boys?"

"hell yeah"

"I'm in" I smirked "How do you pay?"

"I take drugs I let him fuck me in the ass?"

"Fair trade" I shrug "You should come up to napa and chill"

"I have heard you guys have good stuff"

"I should host a party?"

"A Party?"

"Yeah, get some good stuff in, some good wine, get everyone over, everyone can get nice and drunk, nice and stoned and then fuck each other"

"That does sound like a fun party" she shrugs "Like an orgy."

"Not like an orgy Beth. I have standards"

"Could Invite everyone have a big party"

"like? List me a guest list"

"well, You. It's your house. Me," "Got to have a second hot girl"

"Ohh thank you" she smiled giving me a kiss "Then benny"

"Got to have a good dick. who knows' what he's doing with it" "He does have such a good cock doesn't he?"

"He does, Just wish he'd stop walking around in that robe...damn thing makes me a swimming pool"

"I think he knows it does. He so has a thing for you"

"we all fuck beth"

"Yeah but... Benny like... likes you"

"No he doesn't we just very similar people, we both play chess, we both have a fuck it I do what I want mentality, and we both are horny as rabbits in mating season"

"You do, you're both way hornyier then me and harry"

"... I can't argue with that, who else?"

"Harry of course"

"Got to have a slow ride to balance out the action"

"He's so sweet"

"He is, together... they are good. they should make a prono together"

"Harry and benny?"

"Yes"

"I would buy it"

"Everyone would buy it those two are hot as shit"

"Okay, and we would have to have townes"

"... Ohh shit yeah, I would adore a benny, harry and townes fuck"

"Oooohh I hadn't even thought about it. I just wanted to fuck him But yes, god yes,"

"That would be porno worthy"

"It would, Chess federation would be mad though"

"so what? make royalties on that bad boy"

"true"

"Then... we would have to have Jolene over?"

"Ohh yeah, too many white people. Add some chocolate to the cookie" I winked

"Then if we are having Jolene we could always have clio,"

"Yeah, I wanna have that little French madam between me and benny"

".... damn."

"what?" "I'm in to watch"

"Ohh we have to have Matt and Mike in this"

"Totally, Maybe Benny's chess friends too?"

"Well if we have one set we might as well as them to"

"This is a big party"

"Be fun though"

"Anyone I'm missing?"

"Benny, Harry, you, me, matt, mike, towens, Jolene, Clio, the chess boys, Uhhh I don't think so?"

"Sound fun, I will get planning" I smirked as we finished off the cookies putting them on a nice plate

"Ohh my ..." Harry says as he came in with a few bags of the shopping "what is that smell? Smells like Beth's house?"

"ohh my fucking god" Benny sighed as he came into the flat "You two better not have had sex in here again!"

"we didn't have sex, we made you cookies" I smiled

"Cookies? ohh alright then" He shrugs as the two brought the shopping over to the kitchen "Do you put cinnamon in them or something? I can't work out what that smell is" He says taking a cookie "Eh they taste good so who cares" He shrugs

Harry instantly took like four from Beth and started nipping at them "Ummm these are delicious" He smiled "and you girls look beautiful" he smiled giving us each a kiss and beth a cuddle

"You do girls, you two should dress up like this everyday" Benny smiled giving me a cuddle too kissing my cheek "Those cookies really are good, and I am super fucking hungry" he says having another I happily took some getting my dress back as I was starting to feel the chill,

a while later darkness crept across new york the windows of benny's apartment dark, the few little lights flickering as they often did, the record player spinning slowly and quietly a little tune, harry laid with a pillow on his head, Beth sat on the leather chair playing with a chess piece in her hands, Benny sat leant against the wall to his bedroom sat with the window just above his head, I laid my head on his shoulder and nuzzled his arm the most sober of anyone as I had only had two cookies.

"Y/n?"

"Yes benny?"

"are my hands moving?"

"....No there not sweetie" I giggled as he was sat completetly still

"Oooohh.... I thought they where" He says "Are they moving now?"

"No"

".... Ooohh nooo" He says "I'M DEAD!" he yelped

"No no benny-" I tried to reassure him "I'm dead! no not again! Why do I keep dieing! I don't pick it on purpose everything I like they kill me! I don't wanna die again! I like being alive!" He whines "I don't wanna die anymore!" He cried

"Awww it's okay benny, you're not going to die anymore, it's okay" I smiled giving him a cuddle as he cried

"You've not died before benny it's okay" "I always die! I die in everything!"

"Benny how many cookies have you had?" "six"

"Ohh no" "this is literally like the first time I haven't died"

"I feel like... at some point... I was fat. and there was magic afoot" Harry says

"Yeah I was dead, and he was around the magic man" Benny explained

"I think... I killed someone" Beth mutters "Y/n? did I kill someone?"

"No beth you have not killed someone"

"But I remember it. there was a goat involved"

"Yeah! I remember that Beth, you had a goat and blood everywhere!" harry explained

"what- what are you guys talking about?" I asked

"Y/n?"

"Yes benny?"

"Now are my hands moving?"

"No there not sweetheart" I told him

".... oooohh... are my wings moving?"

"why- why do- you don't have wings benny"

"But I'm a dragon."

"Benny, your not a dragon, your a people" I told him

"No!" He whines "Dragon, I have big wings, and I'm blue and I give fire kisses" He smiled hugging me tightly and kissing all over me

"Benny- your not a dragon. harry help me out here!"

"No no he's a dragon. I saw it. he was a good dragon" harry explained

"I wanna be... a like 18th century lady... with huge boobs"

"I saw that, you looked good" Harry told her "good nightie... gave me a bonner"

"Okay, I think it's bed time" I sighed getting up picking benny up and throwing him on my shoulder

"wait! hold up! you can lift benny?" beth asked

"He's not heavy" I laughed "Mother fucker has a BMI of Two, Maybe. when soaking wet" I laughed bouncing him on my hip like a baby "He's not heavy"

".... I Love you y/n but I highly protest to being carted around like an infant"

"I wanna be carted around like an infant" harry says rising his hand

"Nooooo my y/n" Benny whines hugging me tightly nuzzling into my hair "My y/n"

"Okay you're going to bed before you eat any more cookies and really start being a problem" I sighed

"Maybe I two scoops was too much per cookie" Beth says

"Too much of what?" benny asks making me put him down before it clicked "Ohh my fucking god. Elizabeth harmon, you better not have smoked weed in my fucking house!"

"we didn't smoke it" Beth shrugs "we baked it into the cookies"

"Weed cookies?" harry asked curiously

"No, no, no You guys my land lord is going to kill me!" he complained "He explicitly said no drug taking. he mentioned it like sixteen times"

"that seems excessive" I laughed

"he has a lot of weird rules.... how many have I had?"

"six"

"So thats?" he asks

"Two scoops per cookie, so... benny has had Twelve scoops" she explained "How big where the scoops?" I asked her as she was the one who put them in

"about a cup" she shrugs

"I have consumed twelve cups of weed!" He yelped "... I'm gonna die" "You won't die I've done more then that" she says

"I've never done drugs before beth!"

"...how did it take you this long to realize you where high?" Harry asks

"I was seeing though dimensions"

"where you where a dragon for some reason"

"There was a dragon ,and it talked like me okay" he explained "so every time I've got hungry I have another cookie and the weed makes me more hungry so I have more cookies, I ate six weed cookies..."" "How many have you had harry?" I asked

"Nine" He answered

".... so eighteen scoops" I laughed

"Ooooohhhh... thats why I keep thinking one of you is giving me a blow job, but then ins't" "How many have you had beth?" I asked

".....five, but I have a higher tolerance" "I've had two, so I'm fine" I laughed "I think we should just sit, and wait it out" I explain as we all got cosy close to each other

"Hey? Beth?" Harry whispered "you wanna know a secret?"

"Yeah" she giggled

".... I masturbated to you. Not long after we met"

"You wanna know a secret?" she asks "I met up with the chess club I first plaid against when I was a kid... and I fucked each of them"

"ooohh" I giggled "you wanna know a secret?"

"Yeah" they all giggled

"I got called a dragon once"

"why?" Benny asks

"I liked to start fires, when I was little" I smiled

"why?" harry asks

"It was fun"

"Is that why you got a dragon tattooed on you?" Beth asks

"Ummm" I nodded "I wanted to take that word away from people who hurt me, made it my word. set all those fuckers on fire"

"why did you like fire?" harry asks

"Fire's cool. its warm, its pretty, destroys evidence. I don't know I like it" I smiled

"I didn't kn? ow you had a dragon tattoo" Benny says

"... how many times have we had sex? How many times have you seen me naked?

"... I wasn't aware I needed to keep track" "Damn we should! could get like reward cards every tenth sex gets a blow job or something" Beth giggled

"I like that, but not right now" I laughed

"How have you never noticed my tattoo benny?"

"I'm not usually paying attention to your arm and shoulder... of all the places when your naked it's not an area I tend to look at"

"why not?"

"Because boobs, and pussy! would would I be looking at arms?" he complained trying to eat another cookie but I stopped him,

"I need a nap" Beth says moving to lay on harry the two falling asleep almost instantly

"Do you have a secret benny?" I asked

"I do" He nods nuzzling on my shoulder "I love you"

"You've said benny" I smiled petting his hair

"No, I do... I really love you, I was a little disappointed when Beth turned up to. I kinda wanted us to be alone, so we could go on a nice date, play chess together, make love in my bed" He smirked between kisses up my neck "I love you sugar"

"Awww Benny, I love you too" I smiled giving him a cuddle "You won't remember a word of this tomorrow you get some rest okay, we'll talk about it soon"

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shreddedparchment · 4 years

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Spoopy! Spoopy! Spoopy!

OTP Challenge 10/01/2020

Pairing: daddy!Thor x Reader Word Count: 1,273

Warnings: fluff, lots of fluff, tooth rotting fluff

A/N: This is for @thefanficfaerie ‘s OTP Spooktacular Halloween Challenge. I’m gonna have so much fun coming back to this couple. They’re one of my favorites and I know some of you have asked for more of their day to day stuff so that’s what this will hopefully be. I’m going to seriously try and do this every day. Like Nanowrimo but for Halloween! Thanks for reading and if you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

Making decisions will be the death of you. Especially decisions this important.

Okay, maybe this isn’t vital in the grand scheme of things but for you, this is of the utmost importance because soon you’ll be sharing your very first Halloween with Thor.

Ben has not been able to stop talking about what he calls, spoopies.

A cute melding of spooky festivities that he created when you’d explained Halloween to him as he got bigger.

You want to make this year special. More special than it will already be with Thor here to celebrate with you.

“My love?” He calls you, voice deep and smooth like warm velvet.

Your heart stutters when your eyes find him, his hands wrapped around the handle of a bright red shopping cart laden with an array of spoopy decorations, as Ben would say.

He sits between Thor’s arms in the cart, swinging his little feet as he fidget with the smooth bleached plastic of a decorative skull. His brow furrowed as his five year old mind memorizes every dip and divot.

On his chest, harnessed to him so that she faces outward is your five-month-old little Roslyn. Heads and shoulders above her milestones, she sits confidently against Thor’s chest, her little legs kicking wildly as she spots you, her little lips puckered as she breathes in and out quickly. She’s hyperventilating it looks like with the excitement she feels at the sight of you.

She releases a fierce and high pitched battle cry to get your attention which she already mostly has save for the part of your brain that is highly focused on the irresistible image of Thor pushing a cart with your little girl strapped to his chest and your son relaxed between his protective hold.

Even though it looks normal, Thor is on alert. Always when the four of you are out and about. He’s been a wreck with worry since the two of you got married and the media got a hold of the photos.

Benny’s face had been plastered across every paper, magazine, and internet article along with your own and Thor had been livid.

It took the entirety of the Avengers to calm him and even then, Tony had Steve keep a pair of arc reactor powered handcuffs nearby. Just in case.

“Wanna borrow them later?” Tony had teased you, wiggling his eyebrows at you while Thor fumed at the other side of the common room in the compound.

Idiot.

So even if he’s learned to pretend that he’s relaxed in public, his defense is always up. His vigilance heightened. A feral daddy for his precious little ones who now everyone knows thanks to the nature of a media driven world.

“What’s that?” You frown, moving closer to him to reach for a spot on his shoulder. The strange shape of an oblong wet spot stains the soft fabric of his charcoal pea coat. Underneath, his white shirt stands bright in contrast.

“What?” He searches the spot you touch before sweeping his hand underneath yours to grab and pull to his lips where he presses a soft kiss to the base of your palm. “It’s a little bit of spittle.”

“That doesn’t look like drool, Thor.” You frown, looking to Rosie who grabs at your shirt now that you’re within reach.

“Rosie threw up a little. She’s alright.” He promises, pulling your hand up to his lips again.

There’s a flurry of gasps and murmurings from behind you and you make to pull your hand away to avoid getting caught on camera in a display of tooth-rotting affection but Thor holds on tighter, keeping his lips pressed to your hand.

With a sigh, you relent and let him do as he pleases, frowning at him instead because you know exactly what’s happening here.

“Thor, did you throw her up in the air again?”

Thor drops your hand and throws his arms out to the sides, a look of getting caught contorting his handsome features into the goof you’ve come to know and love.

“She likes it!” He explains.

With a growl you move back towards the shelf you’d been pondering.

“I won’t do it again.” Thor lies. “I promise.”

“Don’t make me promises you can’t keep Thor. Or I’ll start making you pay for them.” You threaten and you gasp as his head is beside you suddenly, lips close but not too close as he’s only slightly bent down towards you as he whispers.

“Punishment?” He whispers and the heat of his breath makes your skin pimple. “I like a good spanking.”

“Shut up!” You push his face away and he erupts into hearty chuckles as Rosie coos and giggles with her daddy.

“Why have you been standing here for hours on end?” Thor asks, his focus on Rosie however as she reaches towards the shelf to grab at a pair of cute light up pumpkins. Not exactly spooky but the color changes from yellow to green, purple, blue, red, orange, and back to yellow.

“I can’t decide what to get.” You confess, adjusting the baby bag on your shoulder.

Thor contemplates the decorations brow furrowed as he also blindly reaches for the bag on your shoulder, taking it from you to place on his own massive shoulders.

“Well, Rosie likes the pumpkins, get those.” He points at them, reaching with his other hand to take hold of Rosie’s little hand.

She wraps her fingers around his tightly, squeezing with surprising strength. Their Asgardian blood is strong and have clearly overtaken your own human genes.

“Daddy?” Ben’s voice interjects, thoughtful and low.

When the two of you turn to look at him, you find him pouting.

“Which ones shall we get, my son? Which would you prefer?” Thor wonders, looking down at his little boy.

“I wan’ the spoopy ones, daddy. Spoopy. Wike vampiewos o’ woofs, ��o monstuss.” Ben explains, his speech still a little bit of a worry for you but Doctor Cho assures you he’s fine and will grow out of it.

“But then you’ll be up at night, sweet pea. I don’t want you to be scared.” You reach over to stroke his cheek and he shakes his head firmly.

“Nooo, mommy. I’m bwave!” He declares. “Get the spoopy ones.”

“Why not jus get both?” Thor suggest and reaches over you to grab a set of the light up pumpkins and adds them to the pile of other more homely decorations you’d picked out earlier. Pillows and throws with pumpkins and ghosts and witches. Garlands and lights, small mini pumpkins and brooms and candy buckets to put in your kitchen.

“Both?” You gasp, a little surprise but also because you didn’t think of it first.

“Yes.” Thor smiles amused by your shock but then grabs the set of scary faces in mirrors that disappear and reappear. “We can make both our children happy.”

“Yay!” Ben cheers, clapping his hands and abandoning the fake skull you’d picked out for the living room side table among the other decorations. “Spoopy! Spoopy! Spoopy!”

His chanting draws a chuckle from Thor, a fond caress from you, and giggles from the others watching from the end of the aisle made too scared by those videos of Thor threatening strangers who’d gotten too close to you or the babies to move closer.

The world loves Ben and Rosie, and though the exposure has made you wary of the possible threats that might come from being so out in the open about your lives together, you relish in the fact that they seem to love your sweet little peas just as much as you do.

#otp challenge #spooktacular halloween #thor x reader #to be seen #daddy!thor x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel au #thor odinson x reader #thor fluff #shreddedparchment #to be seen otp #pt.01

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myherowritings · 3 years

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pls send luck. im ar 50 and i still dont have best boy bennett ;-; i would be fine with even c0 bennett but nooo. mihoyo no want best boy to come home with me so we can go adventuring ;-;

ar50 WITH NO BENNY D: OH NOOO i hope he comes home soon 😭😭 he’s so precious and adorable 🥺 oh and also a good unit to play pfft but rly it’s all abt the character personality and looks here am i right😌

manifesting bennett on ur adventure team 🥺🥺💞💞

#sof loves genshin

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seventeenlovesthree · 3 years

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"I think I've said that before, but 90% favourite friendships in football always end up apart and barely interacting" oh nooo - seriously?

Who else?

Oooof, where do I even start? This is mainly German NT based, but I could literally give SO MANY EXAMPLES.

Ranked from worst to better off (kinda hopefully, probably???):

Sami Khedira & Mesut Özil: I don't even remember the last time they interacted ever since they're not part of the NT anymore - and now that Sami retired, it might be even less likely...

Benedikt Höwedes & Julian Draxler: Apparently lost sight of each other completely as well, despite once having been like brothers, similarly to Sami and Mesut...

Per Mertesacker & Benedikt Höwedes (+ Julian Draxler): Siiiigh, I'm still remembering the Google+ hangout... (It just baffles me that Per, who doesn't even seem to have stayed in touch with many NT players, is still in touch with Toni Kroos, but not with Benni...)

André Schürrle & Lewis Holtby: Oh, my dearest Bruchweg Boys... They even ended up in England together at one point, but there wasn't really much left in the end, apparently...

Bastian Schweinsteiger & Lukas Podolski: Everything post 2014 is sad, so don't talk to me. (And Basti generally doesn't seem to be in touch with anyone but Bayern players - notably Thomas - ever since like 2018 or so.)

Per Mertesacker & Lukas Podolski: BIG. HEAVY. SIGH. I don't really know what happened, since they were literally the closest, but, similarly to Benedikt Höwedes, they kinda seemed to stop being in touch after Per's farewell match in 2018 (also, neither attended, but Lukas at least posted about it). At least Per still talks fondly about Lukas whenever he is brought up, so I still have hope (but ever since Lukas has turned into a marketing machine, jetting around the world, there wasn't much interaction. I mean, okay, Per is generally a private person, but it still irks me sometimes).

Thomas Müller & Philipp Lahm: I hope they still play golf together sometimes - which probably isn't even too unlikely.

Miroslav Klose & Thomas Müller: WE HAD THEM REUNITE AT BAYERN, WE COULD HAVE HAD THEM REUNITE AT THE NT, BUT NO.

Arne Friedrich & Per Mertesacker: I can proudly put them on the end of this list, because I know for a fact that they're still in touch, business-wise, to talk about transfers and they also never grow tired of saying how much they value each other, so it almost doesn't count. <3

HONOURABLE MENTION:

Manuel Neuer & Benedikt Höwedes: BENNI WAS ANNOUNCED TO BECOME MANAGER (INTERN) AT THE GERMAN NT UNDER HANSI FLICK, SO THEY MIGHT HAVE A REUNION SOON.

#it really paid off that i waited with replying to this #god bless you benni #HANSI COME AND GET HALF THE 2014 SQUAD BACK PLEASE #anon #personal

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sanderssidesfanfiction · 3 years

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If There’s a Place I Could Be - Chapter Twenty Five

If There’s a Place I Could Be Tag

February 12th, 1995 Remy tapped lightly on Toby’s door, almost afraid to approach his brother, even though he really needed to. Toby looked up from the book he was reading, and smiled, and Remy felt some small part of him settle at the expression. “Hey, Rem. Something up?” he asked.

“Uh...yeah,” Remy said. “Can I come in?”

Toby nodded, and Remy walked in, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Toby’s eyebrows rose. “Wow, this must be serious,” he said. “You never close the door unless you don’t want Mom or Dad snooping.”

Remy shifted uncomfortably. “Toby...I...I think I have a crush on someone, and I don’t know what to do!”

“Oh, well, that’s okay!” Toby said. “What’s her name?”

“It’s...uh...his name is George. He’s in my Geography class,” Remy blurted.

Toby blinked, before moving to sit on the edge of his bed and pat the mattress next to him. “Sit down, Rem, we can talk about it.”

“Promise you won’t tell Mom and Dad?” Remy asked.

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” Toby said solemnly.

April 11th, 2001

Remy was giggling at a story Clara was telling him about what she had done over spring break. He would be the first to admit that they had a rocky start, but they slowly became friends through Emile’s gentle coaxing and prodding, and after various apologies from Remy, ones that he actually meant. Now, they had a pretty strong friendship, strong enough that Clara was willing to admit that she had participated in the worst drinking game of her life when her and her friends took a shot everytime someone in a cheesy rom-com upped the unresolved sexual tension.

Emile was hanging around nearby, and a few of their other friends were all here as well. It wasn’t their apartment, though, it was actually Theo’s house that they had come to. Theo had wanted to check up on Remy, Emile had come with, and a few of their friends were already over there, so they decided to throw an impromptu party.

As Clara got into a particularly funny bit, about how Benny had taken two shots instead of one and wound up laughing so hard he fell out of his chair and couldn’t get up for a solid minute, Remy laughed hard himself, until he felt a hand brush against his shoulder, and looked up to see Emile standing there. He grinned. “Something up?” he asked.

“Just wanted to see how you were holding up,” Emile asked.

“Oh, we’re good,” Remy said, gesturing to Clara. “She’s an amazing story-teller.”

“You’re a great audience,” Clara laughed back.

“Yeah, he’s a great listener, when he wants to be,” Emile laughed. “But all too often he doesn’t want to.”

“Hey,” Remy objected.

“Sorry, babe, but it’s true,” Emile laughed.

Remy’s brain made that record scratch noise, and he frowned. “What did you just say?”

“What, bad nickname?” Emile asked, frowning. “I thought, you know, you wouldn’t mind, being boyfriends and all...”

Remy blinked uncomprehendingly at Emile. “Boy...friends...?”

“I...yes?” Emile asked, frowning.

Remy just frowned deeper. “That isn’t a very funny joke, Emile.”

“What? Remy, this isn’t a joke, I genuinely thought...” Emile looked crestfallen. “No, we...we went on a date! You had fun and laughed and I paid!”

“When?!” Remy asked. “We never did that!”

The whole room had gone silent as the two stared each other down. Emile’s eyes were filling with tears, and he took off his glasses, wiping at his eyes. “No...no, we did...I didn’t dream it...”

“You had to, because we never went on a date!” Remy insisted.

“No! I remember! We went to the minigolf course, and we made that bet, and we had pizza afterward, and you made a gay joke when I got sappy! That wasn’t a dream!” Emile practically demanded.

Remy blinked again. Took a breath. Took another. Opened his mouth to speak, only to have nothing come out. Eventually, he just squawked, “That was a date?!”

“Yes!” Emile exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. “Yes, Remy, that was our first date! Or at least...I thought it was...” He turned away, starting to cry. “Clearly, you didn’t think so.”

Remy couldn’t figure out how to respond to that. “That counts as stuff you can do on a date...But...but this is me we’re talking about!” Remy exclaimed, leaping to his feet. “I’m not...I’m not boyfriend material, I’m not worth sticking around for!”

“Yes you are!” Emile exclaimed.

“But...I don’t understand,” Remy said, blinking, frowning. “Why would you want to stay...with me? I hurt you. I tried to break you. Why would you stay?”

Emile shrugged. “Do I have to have a reason?”

“Most people tend to,” Remy said, crossing his arms. He was crying now, too, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Okay, here’s one,” Emile said, leaning forward and kissing Remy chastely on the lips for half a second, just a ghost of a feeling, before Emile pulled back. “I love you.”

Remy stared at Emile in shock. “But...what?!” he whispered. “I’m not...what?! I’m just...me!”

“Oh, that’s the point, you idiot! Don’t you understand?! I realized that I loved you too late!” Emile was almost shouting. “And then I thought I might have a chance! I thought you realized I was asking you out! I thought you were up for giving ‘us’ a shot! But no! Apparently, I was wrong! Again!” Emile crossed his arms, backing away from Remy.

Remy moved forward without realizing he was moving, and Emile shied away from him. Remy couldn’t hide the hurt on his face, but he gently took one hand, and cupped Emile’s cheek, turning him toward Remy. Remy moved to fill the space between them, and slowly, brought his lips to Emile’s, giving Emile every chance to back away.

But Emile didn’t back away. His arms dropped, his lips moved with Remy’s, a little out of rhythm, but tender and sweet all the same. Remy could taste the salt from both of their tears and after a minute, he broke out of the kiss, eyes searching Emile’s face. Emile looked so broken, so desperate, and it broke Remy’s heart. He couldn’t believe that he had at one point wanted Emile like this. It sent a horrible feeling into the pit of his stomach. “Emile,” he said softly. “I don’t understand why you would want me, but if you’ll have me, I’d love to be your boyfriend.”

Emile’s face crumpled and he threw himself into Remy’s arms, sobbing. Remy shushed him and hugged him fiercely, unwilling to let go, lest they both fall apart into nothing. When they had both calmed down, and taken a step back, somewhat unable to look each other in the eye, Theo-and most of the people around them, honestly-started cheering and clapping. “Who won the betting pool?!” Theo asked. “It happened over spring break, y’all, who won it?!”

One of the quieter friend’s hands shot up. “I did! I totally called it, from the second they moved in together over winter break!”

Remy blinked, looking around. “I’m sorry...did everyone know that we were getting together except us?”

“Pretty much!” Clara said brightly. “There’s been a betting pool that actually extends beyond our friend group to most of the people the both of you work with who also go to our college. And of course, Mister Quiet over there won both of those, because nobody else bet on spring break.”

“Really?” Emile asked.

“Well, we all thought that Theo baiting you, Emile, was gonna make that happen a little sooner,” Clara explained. “We honestly expected the two of you to get together before spring break. Or at least, most of us did.”

“I hate. Every last one of you,” Remy said, gesturing around the room. “Every last one of you mortals. And don’t forget that Emile doesn’t count in that, because he’s an angel, and angels are not mortal.”

Emile laughed and pecked Remy on the cheek, causing Remy to grow bright crimson. “Stop,” he whined. “You’re not allowed to do that, it’ll ruin my image!”

“Oh, and here I thought you didn’t like being kissed,” Emile teased, giving Remy another peck.

“Emile!” Remy whined. “Nooo!”

“Yeees!” Emile replied, in a similar tone and dragging his vowels out just as much. “Come on, Rem, you know you love me!”

“Mm. Debatable,” Remy grumbled.

“Ooh, uncertainty this early in a relationship, you two are in trouble,” Theo teased.

“Are not!” Remy protested.

“Mm, I have to agree with Theo,” Clara said.

“Teasing is a healthy part of relationships,” Remy said. “It shows trust in the other person, and shows you where the lines you shouldn’t cross are before you say something that really hurts their feelings.”

Emile laughed. “For all your talk about hating shrinks, you’re certainly starting to sound like one.”

“Yeah, well, that’s your fault. And maybe slightly Kim’s, but you make me see Kim, so it’s ultimately your fault, still,” Remy said with a teasing grin.

Emile rolled his eyes as Remy blew a kiss at him. “I still say you seeing Kim is a good idea,” Emile said.

“Oh no, yeah, it is,” Remy assured. “It definitely is. Like, in a year or so I might be better and not need to see her as much or at all, because, y’know, we’ve gone through a lot of crap already and she’s helping me a lot, but right now...she’s a good influence, I guess? And a fresh perspective. One which I wasn’t aware I needed.”

Emile hummed. “So you don’t resent me for that?”

Remy draped himself over Emile’s shoulder dramatically and he said, “Mm, I resent you a little still.”

Emile burst out laughing and Remy wound up giggling too. “Okay, see, I don’t understand how you can call yourself cool still if when I make a joke, or I start laughing, you giggle in response.”

“I do not giggle!” Remy protested. “I chuckle!”

“No, you definitely giggle, Rem,” Emile said with a smile. “Chuckling is lower in pitch. Your laugh is too high to be considered a chuckle.”

“That doesn’t automatically designate it a giggle!” Remy exclaimed.

“Get a room, you two!” Theo said, cupping his hands around his mouth as he spoke.

Emile turned pink but Remy just stuck his tongue out at Theo before continuing to drape himself over Emile. “Are you going to continue to use me as furniture?” Emile asked, sounding a cross between annoyed and amused.

“What’s the matter, babe? Don’t like me being touchy with you?” Remy teased.

“You, sir, are the worst,” Emile said.

Remy pulled a face. “Don’t call me sir,” he said.

“Fine. You, ma’am, are the worst,” Emile said.

Everyone in the room laughed save for them. Remy smiled slightly and ducked his head, and Emile pushed some of Remy’s hair out of his face. Emile whispered in his ear, “Do you want me to call you girl?” he asked.

“Nah,” Remy murmured back. “Just don’t feel like being called ‘sir’ today.”

“Gotcha,” Emile replied, somewhat louder. “But I’m going to sit down now.”

He sat down next to Clara, leaving Remy to stand on his own. Remy stuck his tongue out at Emile. Emile did it back with a smug grin, and oh, boy, did Remy want to teach him a lesson. What kind of lesson, he wasn’t entirely sure, but he wanted to teach it, just to get Emile to stop being so smug.

Theo turned on music before walking over to Remy. “You know everyone’s known that you and Emile liked each other for forever, right?” he asked.

Remy shook his head. “I certainly know now, at least. Why would you agree to a one-night stand with me if you were convinced I loved Emile?”

“I wasn’t looking for anything serious,” Theo said with a shrug. “So if you wanted to run back to Emile, it would be no problem. I can find someone on either side who suits my fancy, and you can have Emile.”

“The love of my life,” Remy said, words dripping sarcasm.

“Hey, you never know,” Theo said. “People are getting married by the time they’re juniors or seniors, you guys could wind up falling in real love, not just like, crushes and infatuation.”

Remy looked at Emile, who had started laughing with Clara and resisted the urge to smile at the fact that Emile was now his dorky boyfriend. He wouldn’t want to say anything definite, but he certainly wouldn’t object to marrying Emile, at least, not right now. He knew the honeymoon phase was already swinging in strong, but if that passed and they still liked each other...enjoyed each other’s company...well, marriage seemed like the valid option. Except... “I’m not sure if we could get married, being a gay couple and all,” he pointed out.

“Well, it’s the twenty-first century, man,” Theo said with a grin. “Some laws? They’ve just gotta change eventually.”

Remy looked back at Emile, who was now laughing hard enough to have tears in his eyes. “Yeah,” he allowed. “Some things have to change.” He hoped that Emile was never one of them.

#if there's a place i could be #sanders sides fanfiction #remile #emile picani #ts sleep

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