#but kiwi just shrugging it off

[ruins-and-rewritez]

Kuwei: Dear diary, it's been weeks since the bird cult saved me from the Druskelle and I have finally managed to seduce the tall one with my complete silence. Fake me was NOT happy. More tomorrow

XOXO

[driaswrld]

city boys! — gojo satoru and geto suguru.

wc : 1.4k

summary : you go grocery shopping with satoru and suguru and they're just idiots tbvh (gn! reader)

part of : the star paradox collection.

notes : i have shamelessly brought my calculator to a kfc drive thru and yes i do it at the grocery store bcus i have dyscalculia math sucks don't @ me. also i have so much satosugu brainrot i can't breathe. yay to the satoru themed era of the blog :))

other : this can be read as platonic or poly just however you wanna see it! (like three curse words i think - mentions of cunnilingus) I SWEAR ITS NOT WHAT U THINK

current casette : city boys - burna boy

There’s something about summer that makes Satoru and Suguru hang off your shoulders more than they ought to. In the most mundane situations too.

“—and it’s not even that serious!” Satoru groans, dragging his feet on the floor, reluctantly marching behind where you’re pushing the trolley. “Who cares what kind of curry it is? Curry is curry.” He reasons with a huff.

Suguru nudges you in the middle of the supermarket aisle from time to time, pointing out things you usually buy, brands you usually prefer over most, and you grab whatever you find remotely necessary and toss in the cart, both of you collectively ignoring Satoru’s whines.

“C’monnn… Listen to me!”

You pick up a can of diced pineapple and look at Suguru. “Nah, that one’s too sour,” he murmurs and you put it back instantly. Afterall, Suguru’s the best taste tester you could ever ask for. Satoru just scarfs down everything in a forty mile radius.

“The design on the can was pretty though, ‘s a shame.” You sigh.

Satoru’s groans fall on deaf ears.

You turn a corner and head into the fruit aisle. Suguru’s eyes flick to something over your head and his steps falter for a moment. While you’re pushing the trolley ahead, a soft smack! noise comes from behind you and before you can turn your head—

“No! I wanted the other one—”

“This one’s better—”

You ignore them, albeit barely with all the commotion both boys are causing in the supermarket. Leaning over an array of cherries on display, you hum to yourself, carefully picking the pretty ones to add to the cart, perusing at the other assortment of fruit and if even possible, Satoru and Suguru’s bickering gets louder.

“That tastes like shit—” “You look like shit—”

“You kiss your mom with that mouth?”

“You eat pussy with that mouth?”

You strain your head forward as an old lady strolls past, her eyes a little wide and eyebrows knitted with a look of utter shock and you shrink. With a stiff, humorless giggle you turn your back to her, suddenly finding a bunch of grapes oddly interesting.

Embarrassing.

And when you breathe a breath of relief as the old lady passes by, Satoru swings his arm over your shoulder, pouting. “Suguru’s a dumbass—” He’s cut off by a smack to the back of his head, and despite yourself you can’t help but laugh a little.

“Will you two just behave and,” you shift out of Satoru’s hold to take the mini package of ridiculously sweet m&m infused rice krispies he has in his other hand.

You toss it into the cart. “—help me pick some stuff for my fruit salad?” Satoru shrugs with a sigh, he hates shopping. It’s so boring—

You laugh and pull up the list you typed up on your phone : Raspberries, check. Kiwi, check. Watermelon, check. Grapes…

“What else do you need?” Suguru asks, and he sidesteps Satoru, leaning casually on the trolley, one foot pushing it forward and backward as you look through the fruits. “Grapes—” you murmur, suddenly feeling indecisive as you look through the different bunches. Green or Purple. Purple or Green.

Satoru pushes his sunglasses down to the curve of his nose. “Green, ‘s prettier,” he says and you turn to grab a bunch of the green grapes as Suguru straightens his body, pretending to look over your shoulder as he sneakily drops a package of plain marshmallow rice krispies into the cart. “Yeah, green would make it look way more appealing, wouldn’t it?” You whisper to yourself.

“I saw that—” Satoru begins to say.

“Purple’s better, healthier than the green ones.” Suguru says with a straight face. Behind your back he flips Satoru off.

You shrug your shoulders and grab a small bunch of both. If anything, it’ll be shared well between you and Shoko in the bentos you make. Hopefully she appreciates the struggle.

Sliding your phone unlocked, you glance at the list again as you step off. Grapes, check. Suguru pushes the trolley, following close behind you as Satoru trudges behind him. “Wait—” You halt immediately, and Suguru has to steer the trolley left so he doesn’t run into you, but Satoru steps on the back of Suguru's shoes, and looks away with a bashful whistle.

“Other aisle, we need to turn around.” You say, sliding your phone back into your back pocket. Canned Pineapples. You forgot you put back the last one. “How many damn aisles are there?” Satoru mumbles as you turn and make a beeline for the next corner, going back where the three of you came. Suguru chuckles.

Kneeling, you grab the canned pineapples opposite to the ones Suguru said were sour. Hopefully that much distance in the store is enough of a difference between the two brands.

You check the list one more time. Pineapples, check.

“Right, that should be it.” You mumble and both boys internally celebrate — well, Satoru makes a show of letting out a long dramatic sigh of relief while Suguru nods.

Taking a look into the cart, Satoru pettily moves his package of rice krispies on the other side of the cart, away from Suguru’s and when Suguru looks at him incredulously, he sticks a tongue out, “Your flavor’s trash.”

Suguru rolls his eyes and is about to push the trolley forward to run him over when he sees you pull out a scientific calculator from your tote.

A scientific calculator. The same one you use for school. “The fu—” Satoru is about to say, and Suguru glances at him, both of them trying to at least read each other’s minds about what the hell is going on.

You however, are so hyper focused on your little task, pushing the buttons of your calculator, tongue poking the inside of your cheek. Satoru and Suguru watch you for all of two minutes. One minute spent with expressions morphing from confused, to even more confused, to utterly amused. The second minute spent snickering quietly and snapping silent pictures for the groupchat.

“Huh, I went over a little.” You hum and though they haven’t wiped the sheer amusement off their faces, they both find themselves intrigued. “By how much?” Suguru asks, quickly sending off the pictures to the groupchat.

“Seven hundred yen.” You reply as you step forward to peer into the cart, willing and ready to discard one unnecessary item to drop the price.

Three of your phones chime. Satoru checks his own notification.

[Gojo Fanclub]

Nanaminn <3 : who added me to this???

Nanaminn <3 : delete my number gojo.

“Bet it’s the curry.” Satoru mumbles absentmindedly, typing at his phone screen. “The curry’s like—” he pauses, shoves his phone in his hoodie pocket and counts silently on his fingers. “A thousand yen or something — they must’ve put the god of curry in there or something.”

“It’s not the curry,” you reason scouring the cart for any discrepancies. And there’s quite a few of them. Including but not limited to some Sakura tarts, sour candies, an extra package of rice krispies—

“The curry powder we picked is five hundred yen, it’s not the curry.” Suguru shrugs, and Satoru leans against one of the shelves of seasoning, letting out a quiet sneeze.

“Bless you— I need to recheck these.” The calculator comes out again as you murmur to yourself, the click clacking of the buttons drowning out your own thoughts.

“I’m just saying— maybe it was the rice krispie Suguru snuck into the cart—” Satoru mumbles, all while he bends his body at the end of the aisle, reaching blindly around to the shelves on the other side.

“You put one in, I was only balancing the trolley weight.” Suguru interrupts, and he turns his head away when you look up from your calculator at him accusingly.

“See?” Satoru grins, almost victoriously as he grasps a package of baumkuchen, wheeling his hand back as he sidesteps Suguru, moving to slide the pastry into the trolley. “Who knows what else’ll just drop into the cart?” And your calculator is forgotten as you snatch the pastry from Satoru’s hand. “Nothing else is dropping into the cart—”

But something else catches your attention as you’re about to scold him.

Two bright green bags, hidden at the bottom of the cart, stuffed under the packaging of Sakura tarts.

“Who the hell put Kenpi chips in here?”

Satoru and Suguru both freeze, and suddenly their accusing fingers are pointed at each other. But instead of scolding them like they expect—

“Should’ve at least put one for me.”

You're never going to the grocery store with them again.

Bonus :

“Satoru’s paying for the extra snacks—”

“Not fair! Suguru shouldn’t get to just stuff his face—”

“Only two of those snacks are mine. Two. Out of ten.”

A notification sounds on the three of your phones.

[Gojo Fanclub]

Nanaminn <3 : is that my calculator that you borrowed???

@todorokies gets the privilege tag cs i told knives ab this first😭

[justmystyles]

Home Stretch

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pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 1.3k

summary: as the tour comes to an end, the schedule starts to visibly take its toll on Harry, and you can't help but worry.

warnings: a couple of curse words, but other than that, it's tame.

a/n: we've all seen the Frankfurt night 2 videos. our boy is slowing down, so i had this idea for a blurb. i'll miss all the looks and videos and everything we've been getting the last couple of years, but i'm so glad he's going to be able to take some time to relax and recover.

tags: @allthelovehes @ameerakane20 @ash-craze @bethanysnow @blue-ballad @brightlightsinlife @creativelyeva @cute-as-ducks420 @fanficismydrug @gem1712 @golden-hoax @gothmingguk @groovychaosavenue @hillzrry @iceebabies @indierockgirrl @jerseygirlinca @jng4kook @jooniesbabie @kaverichauhan @lexiecamposv @mrs-anna-styles211994 @n0vaj3an @ravenclawdirectioner @stylesfeverr @superchrystaldrug @tenaciousperfectionunknown @tiaamberxx @thechaoticjoy @theekyliepage @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite @youknowwhaaat

You watched on with so much pride and joy as Harry gave his all on stage. It was the second night in Frankfurt, and your last night on the tour for two weeks. You had some family obligations that you needed to go back to the states for, but you promised Harry that you would be there for his last show. And then the two of you would ride off into the sunset and hide away together for a few weeks. You were looking forward to that. 

Your mind had drifted off, thinking about the two of you isolated in a villa somewhere, but quickly snapped back to the present when you saw Harry falter onstage, it looked as if his knee had given out. Your heart stopped and your eyes went wide. 

You lean over, getting Brad’s attention. “Did you see that?”

Brad nodded in response. “It’s been a long tour, and you know how hard he pushes up there.”

Your worried eyes are locked on Harry when it suddenly clicks; he hadn’t been doing as many jumps as he usually does, his satellite stops had been lacking their usual stomp. He’s hurting, but still pushing so hard. You can’t seem to let go of your concern. Your fingers start tapping against your thighs, a nervous tick of yours. You have to do something, you can’t just stand here and watch him push and continue to hurt himself. 

“I’m going to go back and make sure there’s an ice bath ready for him as soon as he gets off.” You tell Brad, who nods in acknowledgement, but you don’t see it. You had turned and started to make your way backstage as soon as you finished the sentence. 

When you get to the backstage area, you arrange an ice bath for him and make sure his dressing room is set up with towels and his post show change of clothes. You just have to be doing something.

Once you had things set up for him, you went to the side of the stage to watch the rest of the show. You were studying his every move looking for any signs of pain or discomfort. When he noticed that you had moved from your usual spot in the front of the house, he shot you a questioning look. You simply shrugged and shot him a wink. 

Your concern continued through the rest of the show, relieved when he substituted finger guns for his usual ‘Kiwi kicks’. You positioned yourself so that you would be right there when he got offstage, as he skipped toward the exit, you saw the moment where he decided he was far enough from the crowd that he could drop the facade. His skip quickly turned to a limp, and he practically doubled over. 

You rushed over to him, placing a hand on his back and offering your other arm to him for support. “Baby, are you alright?” 

Harry chuckled, a small cough escaping him. “I’m fine princess, you worry too much.” He leaned in, kissing you softly. “Why’d you come back here? I like having you in the audience.” 

Despite assuring you he was fine, he continued to use your arm for support as you slowly made your way to his dressing room. “Because you’re hurt, and I wanted to make sure to get everything set up for you as soon as you got offstage.” 

“Set up everything?” He asked. You opened the door to his dressing room to reveal the ice bath you had prepared for him. He looked over at you with a wide smile. “God, I love you.” 

You leaned up, pressing a kiss to his lips. He puts his hand on the back of your head, deepening it. You pull away with a smirk. “I love you too. Now get in there, I’m going to go–”

“No, stay with me.” He pleads. “You’re leaving tomorrow and I’m not going to see you for two whole weeks.” He gave you his best puppy dog face, the one he knew you couldn’t resist. 

“Ugh, fine.” You roll your eyes playfully. “But I am not getting into that thing.” You point to the tub filled with ice and water. 

“Your loss,” he shrugs, closing the dressing room door and immediately stripping down. 

You get yourself comfortable on the couch as Harry lowers himself into the tub. You give him a few minutes of silence as he adjusts to the temperature change. 

“So, how did I do tonight princess?” He asked once he was settled. 

You let out a deep sigh. “You were good, but I’m really starting to get worried about you.” 

His brow knit in confusion. “Why?”

“Harry Edward Styles, you have got to be kidding me?”

“Did you just use my full name?” He was taken aback. 

“You’re goddamned right I did. Baby you did amazing, you always do, but you give so much of yourself, it’s starting to take a toll on you. And I’m worried about you.” 

“Oh angel,” he reaches his hand out to you. You scoot over on the couch to get closer to him, taking his offered hand. “Please don’t worry. There are only five shows left, I’ll get through these and then I’ll get some time to rest. We’ll get some time to rest.” He brings your joined hands to his lips. “Besides, I have you here to take care of me, so I know everything will be fine.” 

“Yeah, but I’m not going to be here for four out of those five shows. What if something bad happens?” Your breath hitches slightly as you try to control your emotions. 

Harry’s brows round in concern. “Baby, come here.” He tugs on your arm, and you narrow your eyes, making him chuckle. “I promise I won’t pull you in.” You move closer, kneeling beside the tub. He rests his hand on the side of your neck, pulling you in so your forehead rests against his. “I promise you, I am going to give everything I have responsibly for the last few shows. I will keep modifying things, and take it extra easy offstage. But I owe it to the fans to give them everything I possibly can until the end.”

“I know, I’m just afraid that you’re going to give so much that you won’t have enough for yourself once this is all over. You’re too selfless sometimes.” You raise your free hand, pushing a stray curl out of his face.

Harry kisses you, you can feel him smile against your lips. “I love you for worrying about me as much as you do. And for taking care of me like this. As much fun as I’m having, and as sad as I am to see the tour come to an end, I’m looking forward to having some time to take care of you, and try to pay you back for everything you’ve done for me this whole time. And I plan to be in tip top shape when I do that.” 

“You don’t have to pay me back for anything. I do this because I love you, and the fact that I get to be here by your side and love you is all the payback I need.” You lean in, placing a lingering kiss on his lips.

Harry groans as you pull away. “Are you sure you need to leave tomorrow?” 

“Yeah,” you sigh. “I’ve got my mom’s whole birthday thing. I need to be home for that.” 

“But you’ll be in Italy?” He questions.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you say with a smile. “Somebody is going to need to have an ice bath ready for you.” You wink. 

“Will you do that one with me?” He asked hopefully.

You scrunch your face, hating the idea of sitting in a giant bucket of cold water. “Maybe.” 

[hellishjoel]

what happens after

2.9k / pairing: joel miller x f!reader

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summary: A string that pulled you out of all the wrong arms, right into that dive bar. And what happens after. 

warnings/information: swearing, alcohol consumption, minor injury, blood, light angst, allusions to smut, one-night stand vibes, soft!joel (thank you kiwi!)

A/N: I have been working on multiple wips, but then this idea struck, and I wrote it in a day and a half flat! Thank you to @kiwisbell for beta-ing this one shot!! It would not sound as clean as it does without her <3 love you kiwi!! And thank you @thetriumphantpanda for being my cheerleader when I was screaming about this idea and obsessively writing it <3 Lastly, I've decided to start using banners because I was introduced to @saradika's blog and I'm OBSESSED! Please consider reblogging and checking out their masterlist!

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“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Shit,” the first-name-only man named Joel mutters. 

You’re standing in his kitchen, feet circled in glass shards. The light above the kitchen sink spotlights a small droplet of blood that glides with vigor down your foot. You barely feel the cut, but the sting is underlying. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” you blurt, the reality of what’s happened finally hitting you. You were just filling a glass of water. Perhaps you were snooping inside the handsome stranger's home. You were curious about the older, southern-charm-filled man with the barely-there smile who took you home after an hour of casual flirting over drinks. 

Joel grabs your waist since your feet are frozen in place, afraid to move. He uses his upper body strength to hoist you up and out of harm's way, assuring that he doesn’t step on any spare shards himself as he rests your body to sit on his countertop. Your hands gently grip onto the breadth of his broad shoulders, fingers delicately pressing into his warm skin as your body lightly shudders from the chill of the counter.  

“Sit,” he barks. 

You nip at your bottom lip, soft and tired eyes glancing at the blood that trickles onto his floor. 

“Did you step on any?” he presses, wetting a paper towel, gathering the pieces on the floor, and carefully navigating them into the trash bin. 

“No, didn’t step on any. But when it broke…” You tilt your head down, Joel following your eyeline to see how a shard had nicked your skin after the glass had shattered into tiny fragments. He sighs quietly and flattens his hand to coast up and down his stubble-filled jawline in thought. You purse your lips and hesitantly meet his eyes. 

“Just a scratch,” you say, shrugging it off. 

Joel brings your foot up, heel resting on the edge of the countertop as he observes the two-inch-long scrape that barely breaches the surface of your skin. He grabs a tissue and lightly wets it, placing it over the scratch and adding pressure as you wince. He instructs your hands to take his place. “Stay,” he says before exiting the kitchen. 

“I’m not a dog, you know! I know more commands than just sit and stay.” You huff as you lean your head back, gently thudding your skull into one of his cabinets as you echo out your pain with a whispered curse. 

A light flicks on down the dark hallway, and you observe his quiet home in silence. The glass of water was your initial goal. After Joel fell asleep beside you, tuckered out after midnight activities, you caught a second wind of energy and found yourself staring at the ceiling in boredom. 

Sneaking out from under the covers, cupping your tits as you searched the floor for your underwear. Everything was a mess, socks thrown about and shoes a tripping hazard in the middle of the doorway. You pulled on his shirt he wore at the bar. It smelled of pine and a little bit of Old Spice deodorant. Attempting not to wake him, you quietly felt your feet meet the cold hardwood as you snuck out of his bedroom. You didn’t know much about him besides that he was a casual flirt. The southern accent gave his origins away. And god, did he know how to press you up against his truck just right. 

His body was perfectly chiseled marble. Broad body with a stocky torso and large, calloused hands that melted into the soft skin of your cheeks. His tongue licked your lips before he explored your mouth. Your hands were in his dark chocolate hair, those wispy curls that lined his forehead, and the perfect crow’s feet by his eyes. It was all a blur after that. The amount of times you came was damn near blinding, which made it all the more frustrating when you couldn’t sleep. You slept the best in your own bed, not a stranger’s. 

The hallway light flicks off, and Joel returns with a small first aid kit. He doesn’t look at you but rather focuses on cleaning the small wound with a little soap and more warm water. He’s controlled the bleeding; the cut was too small to make a real fuss anyway. You whimper as he adds an over-the-counter antiseptic cream to prevent infection. 

“Shush,” he whispers in false annoyance, brows furrowed in concentration as his body looms over yours, foreheads barely brushing as you both watch his hands carefully mend you. 

“You shush,” you counter, watching as a small smile breaks across his face. He playfully scoffs after he applies a small brown bandaid across the expanse of your foot. 

“What, were you sneakin’ out on me?” he asks, voice low and drenched with sleep. You feel bad for waking him. 

You tighten your lips in a furled smile, your soft hand gently cupping his rugged cheek. “I don’t do that. Anymore.” 

Joel scoffs playfully, his hand reaching up past you to the knob of the cabinet by your head. He slyly picks up a glass and fills it with water at the sink before offering it to you. 

“Thanks,” you mutter with slight embarrassment, the back of your neck catching some heat as you gently sip on the cold water. 

Joel crosses his arms, curiously gazing over you adorning his shirt. He had worn it earlier to the bar. He was meant to meet his brother, Tommy, but he never showed. Joel decided, since he was already there, that he could kick back an ice-cold beer or two. You were looking too pretty, silently staring at the flatscreen above the bar, playing with the straw in your drink. 

“Seat taken?” he had asked, to which you gave him that gut-clenching, glowy smile. The first thing he found himself sneaking glimpses of were your perfect lips. Whether you were grinning, speaking, or sucking on your straw, he wondered where else those pretty lips would look so perfect. 

For the next hour, his singular goal was to kiss you, to taste you. Anything after that was considered a bonus. He had never felt this feverish for a kiss in so long. To taste someone. To melt. So when you batted your eyelashes and gently landed your warm hand on his upper thigh, he was hooked. Luckily, so were you. 

After midnight and his head hit the pillow, he was out. Until he woke to a crash coming from further inside the house, and the other half of his bed was empty. He found a pair of sweats and, half-asleep, found the source of the noise. And there you were, bare-legged, shirt dangling by your upper thighs, and your hand outstretched, holding nothing but a figment of air. He looked down at your feet, seeing that a glass must have slipped through your fingers. 

“So if you don’t sneak out on men anymore in the middle of the night,” Joel continues as he helps you down off the counter, your feet still cautious as they hit the ground before you both exit the kitchen, “what were you doin’?” 

You follow him to his living room. He pulls the string to a standing lamp before he settles down in a large chair. From the looks of it, that’s his chair. He falls into it perfectly, like he’s probably done a million and one times after a long day of work or a lazy Sunday watching football. You settle on the taupe couch beside his chair and set your glass of water down on the side table. 

“I just had a hard time falling asleep. I thought maybe a glass of water would help.” 

Joel nods slowly, eyes grazing over your body: your bandaged foot, accompanied by bare legs and his worn shirt that hung oversized on you. He liked the sight. His eyes flitted back up to your own, watching as you slowly surveyed his living room with a hint of curiosity. 

You abandon your spot on the couch, walking up to a bookshelf with your hands lightly clasped behind your back. Despite being a tad quiet and very broody, he seems like a complex guy. His interests are scattered, from a manual on the birds of North America to a collector’s edition of Fitzgerald’s The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Your fingers stroke the old book's spine, turning to a small framed photo of him and a young girl. He has a daughter—of course he did. 

Joel looks younger, hugging the girl at his side with his arm wrapped around her shoulders while she dangled a set of keys in the air, an impossibly infectious smile on her face that made her cheeks glow. Joel’s hair was a lot darker. Thankfully, he still had all of its fullness. Pretty curls licking at the ends of each strand, no salt and pepper in sight like he has now. Aging suits him. 

“She’s beautiful. What’s her name?” 

Joel watches from afar as you admire the silver frame and its contents. That picture was from several years ago when Sarah was a teenager, and she had just passed her driver’s test. On her first try, too. They did lots of practicing in the shopping mall’s parking lot after hours. She was no natural, though. And Joel wasn’t the best teacher, with only a pinch of patience to his name. But she begged him to practice nearly every damn day after school. She wanted to be the first of her friends to have her license.

“Sarah,” he says with a fond smile, just happy upon speaking her name. “She’s at Texas U, studying…” He pauses and shakes his head, always forgetting the long and strung-out major. He closes his eyes and puts his head down to think. “Geosystems engineering and hydrogeology. What that means, don’t ask.” 

You give him a crooked smile before placing the photo back in its rightful spot. You picked up a few other pieces, Joel explaining them in a sentence or less. 

“Photography books?”

“Sarah’s. She does it as a hobby.” 

That explains the vintage camera one shelf down. Your fingers find the neck of an acoustic guitar that was resting against the bookshelf, playfully wiggling an eyebrow at him. It was beautiful, finished with a light wood stain, and the strings were just freshly tightened. He played, and often. Now you noticed all the small guitar picks of varying colors that littered nearly every shelf. He could play guitar, but could he sing? You decided it was a tad too personal to ask, but you’d keep it in your back pocket. 

You hum and hold up an old football trophy with his name etched on the nameplate, cocking your eyebrow playfully. 

“MVP?” 

Joel simply closes his eyes and shrugs as he purses his lips, his silent way of saying no big deal. 

You both sneer playfully, admiring the other little tidbits of Joel. And now you had his last name from that trophy. Joel Miller. He disappears into the kitchen while you keep exploring. Old southern cookbooks, more sports memorabilia, plant and nature guides, along with a hiking pamphlet for the local area. 

Tiredness sets in behind your eyes. You can feel it in your body, the way you’re slowly growing heavier, and standing is too much of a chore. Your eyes flick up to the window once you’ve sat back down on the couch, seeing the distant orange of a rising sun through his windows. 

Joel returns from the kitchen, two mugs in hand, with hot steam rolling off the top like billowing smoke. 

“You take cream? Sugar?”

You shake your head and take the coffee as it is, letting your fingers get accustomed to the warmth of the mug. “This is fine. Thanks.” 

Joel tips his head, chin pointing to the door. “I’ll grab you a blanket. We can sit on the porch swing. If you’d like,” he offers, to which you nod. Joel grabs the blanket that's folded at the end of the couch, and you follow him out the front door. It’s a little chilly. The grass is glistening with morning dew. Joel sits down first and puts his arm around the back of the porch swing. 

He puts out his hand, offering to take your coffee. You wrap the blanket around the top of your shoulders and pull it tight around you, small hands clutching it around your chest as you fall in beside him. You settle your head on his shoulder, and once he’s returned your mug, he gently runs his hand up and down your covered arm. 

Joel can smell distant perfume and the eucalyptus shampoo you’ve recently used. You can feel him set his chin at the top of your head, both admiring the sun starting to rise beyond the houses huddled around the street’s small cul-de-sac. The morning chill disappears once the sun arrives for its shift, humming as you feel the warmth that seeps through your stomach from the coffee. 

“You make one hell of a cup of joe, Joel.” 

He lets out a breathy chuckle through his nose. 

“Thanks.” 

As the sun rises higher in the sky, you feel that it’s time to go. Not because Joel is rushing you or things are feeling awkward after a one night stand. It was just time. 

After you finish your coffee, Joel walks you back inside. He sets your mugs in the sink, tiredly rubbing his eyes before he follows you to his bedroom. With his help, you’re able to piece together your wardrobe from the night before. 

He snuffs out a laugh as you turn your back to him to take off his shirt, changing into the one you came with. 

“S’nothing I haven’t seen already.” 

“Wouldn’t you like that, Miller,” you tease before you secure the top, grabbing your purse and assuring you have stuffed your cell phone, wallet, and keys inside. 

Joel pushes himself off his bed, a strange feeling inside him as he watches you get ready to leave. That’s how this sort of thing worked, one-night stands. But he enjoyed you and your company beyond what happened in the bedroom. You’re delightfully chatty and a tad clumsy, but there’s no denying that last night into this morning was one of the best days he’s had in a while. 

“Do you need a ride back to the bar? To get your car?” he asks once you’ve returned from the bathroom, vying for more time with you. Perhaps he could make breakfast, or you both could finally fall asleep after a long night. 

“No, thank you, though. My friend is on her way to pick me up.” 

Joel nods gently and stands silently with his hands stuffed in the pocket of his sweats. He walks you to the door, his living room flooded with the orange hue of early morning light. He sees a car slowly pull up to his driveway, to which you look up to him with a light, tired smile. 

“Get some rest,” Joel mutters quietly, his own voice laced deep with a need for sleep. “And take care of your foot.” 

“Thanks. Will do.” You playfully salute him, and he opens the door for you. He walks you down the porch steps, both of you casually smiling in an unsure way of how to say goodbye. Joel is the first one to make a move. His hand settles on your waist, stopping your movements as he pulls you into his front. His head dips down, and he shares one last kiss with you. The lips and smile that lured him in the first place. Soft and gentle, unlike the hungry and eager ones from last night, where he pressed you up against his truck.

You can’t help but smile and lace your arms loosely around his neck, kissing him back as a gentle thank you for everything and sorry for breaking your water glass. You smile as you pull away, just a few inches as one of the hands you had weakly resting on his broad shoulder moves to cup his grey stubbled cheek. 

He was so handsome, too handsome to only see just once. You place one last peck to his lips before he releases your waist with slight reluctance, sighing as you step inside your friend’s car. Joel watches as the car circles around the cul-de-sac, making their way down the road. Joel clears his throat and bends down to grab the newspaper that was tossed by the grass. 

Once inside, the house felt utterly empty again. No woman had been here in so long, looked at him the way you did in ages. He wouldn’t pull two mugs down from the kitchen cabinets for a while. He wouldn’t share his bed any time soon. He’d wondered if he’d see you again. And maybe you two could just talk because, frankly, he enjoyed that part too. 

Sex and the physical connection he shared with you was one thing, but what happens after might be what he’ll cherish the most. The banter, the conversation, falling asleep beside one another, or at least the attempt to do so. Joel would remember those fragments of happiness, the little things that brought him warmth that spread through his chest. Until then, or until he sees you again, he’ll revel in the memories shared. 

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It's wild watching people react to ofmd/make posts about ofmd, who have clearly never watched any dry humour British/Aussie/Kiwi comedies before (Blackadder, Monty python, summer heights high etc) because they expect all of these dark heavy plotlines to have big dramatic soapy conclusions where everyone's crying and sincerely apologizing and hugging. And then they're surprised or disappointed when it inevitably doesn't.

It gets played off with a joke or everyone just immediately shrugs off any hurt or trauma they experienced and move on.

Like, that's the point gang. Subverting expectations, satirical takes on drama and historical shows. Ed caused monumental levels of havoc then Ed flapped his arms and hid under a blanket and all Stede had to do was compliment him now they're good again.

There are shows where one character is actively trying to harm another character at all times and it's played as a joke because it is one. You're not supposed to cancel the character doing the harm because they're a bad person. You're meant to go "Haha they're insane." And move on because the absurdity is intentional.

"It would never happen like that in real life!!" Yeah that's the point. Also it's a comedy show.

I'm not saying these shows aren't capable of powerful moments. If anything these shows are known for their powerful moments. Because they come at times when you don't expect them. I'm not devaluing the emotional impact or the writing. You're just not supposed to take it that seriously. It can simultaneously be a heartfelt meaningful show and also be highly satirical and making fun of itself.

You can gather so much genuine insight and symbolism from these silly little characters and them being absurd doesn't take away from that. Them having intense emotions one moment, then in literally the next scene they're goofing up a storm. The writer's take different avenues to solving conflict that's not dramatic proclamations and biting anger like you'd see in a drama.

Will Blackbeard actually apologize? Probably not lol. It doesn't take away from his character. It's not a cheap cop out. His YouTuber notesapp apology will probably be the only one and his heinous acts will continue to be brought up in the form of jokes bc that's the genre baby.

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Mamma mia | chapter four

listen to: Good for you - Selena Gomez | Chiquitita - Abba (playlist here)

warnings: accidental pregnancy, smut 18+, raising a child alone. warnings will be added as the story progresses. For this chapter smut.

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Jake was the first one to wake up. When you woke up, you traced the warm shadow of his body, left on the soft linen bed sheets. Inhaling the scent of lemon and wood, the smell of the sea as it filled your room through to your open window, you thought about Jake’s warm lips from the night before. Both of you fell asleep before you could continue, but as you passed your fingers over your lips, you felt your body growing hot. 

Your mind goes back to Bob and then back to Jake. You didn’t really know either but there was something about both of them. Fondness was the only word you could conjure to describe how you felt about both of them. Fondness. Autumn. Orange of the sky. You couldn’t afford further, you’d promised yourself to be the person you weren’t, to live the lives you hadn’t lived this summer, for the future lives you wouldn’t live once you were gone. And so, as you raised from your bed carefully, you felt somehow grateful that Jake had left as the sun started to crack the sky, that he wouldn’t complicate things. 

He wasn’t that thoughtful. 

By the time you reached the spiral stairs, you realized that both Augustine’s and James’ bedrooms were closed and that the smell of something cooking was an act from a third party. The mostly quiet house was interrupted by clattering noise coming from the kitchen, the sound of oil burning something up, and crickets and birds accompanying the symphony. Walking slowly, partly afraid, your eyes fall on him in the kitchen. 

The sun entering the big glass windows of the kitchen and the living room next to it allow you to watch him fully, without the haze of the alcohol you can see all the edges and ridges that you touched the night before, that you slept against. The golden locks seem prettier under the morning sun, he looks like the morning sun. He’s focused, you can tell as you watch him from afar. Fresh-cut strawberries, apples with honey, and kiwis on the table pancake mix next to him. He shouldn’t be cooking so close to hot oil without a shirt but you can’t blame him. If you looked like him you would walk naked too. 

And then he turned around as he finished the batch of pancakes, and he was frozen in place as he stares at you. It should be unfair for someone to look as beautiful as you do just waking up. It’s strange how his heart swells as he watches you smiling timidly, naked legs, only a shirt covering your body. Tangled limbs from the night before, the heat of your kisses, your soft breathing. It’s outré. He just met you yesterday but he already wants to know you for so much longer. 

“I made breakfast, baby,” he teases as you climb down the stairs, shaking your head.

“You’re aware that we didn’t sleep together, right?” you ask him as you take a strawberry from a bowl and bite it while holding Jake’s gaze. 

Jake frowns slightly as he continues with the second batch of pancakes. “I know,” he said. “I’m just nice like that,” he shrugs. 

“Sure you are, cowboy,” you teased him. 

Jake turns to you, amusement covering his features. He stares at you for longer than you’d liked, enough for the air to shift slightly. Like it did when you kissed him, more intimate than anything before. 

But then you hear the giggling from the stares. Eyes widening, you catch a glimpse of barely naked bodies, underwear covering their skin in the right places but you were fairly sure that they were about to come off as you cringed slightly at the moan James let out as Javy continued to kiss her neck on the stairs, a hand on her stomach, another one tearing the strap of her bra. And then, Jake cleared his throat. Javy’s eyes widened slightly, clearing his throat as he stares at the both of you looking at the scene. Javy’s jaw is set but James’, her eyes are gleaming. 

“Sorry for the show, now just leave the sunroom alone for 15 minutes, okay?” James said in a hurry as she grabs Javy’s hand and pulls him downstairs and towards the small frame leading to the living room and then the sunroom. 

There’s a slight carelessness and trust when it came to James. Better regret doing it than regret not doing it, she often said to you on the phone as you rejected multiple dates in order to study. You couldn’t bare looking back now and thinking about the things you missed.

“Please, don’t fuck on communal surfaces!” you scream from the counter as you shake your head, a slight smile on your face. 

Jake’s laugh though, it’s a little bit too loud to ignore. You raise your eyebrow at him, another strawberry, another batch of pancakes. Jake turns to see you, the way you’re staring at him. There’s a slight blush creeping over his neck and climbing onto his cheeks. Your eyes are serious but tender, there’s a certain sinlessness to your eyes, he can tell. 

“What?” you asked. 

Jake shrugged slightly. The same smirk you saw the day prior drawn on his face, is softer than before but you can detect the duplicitous nature of it. Your eyes wander his body for a second, the tan skin, the heat irradiating from the kitchen. Honey now, honey and an apple. 

“Never heard that before,” he said.

You don’t understand at first if he was never told if he couldn’t do it or if there weren’t any lines for him. If he’d done it in all the places but then you see his eyes. The sea-foam green, eyes wide, pupils blown as his eyes trail your body, the curve of your ass as you lean into the table, licking the honey away from your fingers, staring at him like that. 

It’s only then, you know it’s the latter. 

“Where’s the best one you’d done it at?” you asked, voice sounder smaller than you intended.

You wished for a second you didn’t sound so inexperienced. Jake doesn’t mind, his smirk only grows as he takes a strawberry and bites it. He stares at you for a moment, you tilted your head up now that he was closer. 

“Kitchen table,” he said. 

The warmth feeling on your belly seems to come alive, heat pooling between your legs as he leans down and kisses you deeply, eagerly. It’s a clear contrast from the night before. It’s all red desire as he cups your face and begins to kiss his way down your neck. You moan softly as he maneuvers you, pressing his chest against your back, pressing into you harder in your back. You try to stay steady on your feet as you cling to the kitchen table. 

Scorching kisses are left on your soft skin as he wraps your hair tightly around his hand, giving him the space to pull down your shirt just enough for him to kiss your collarbones. Then Jake’s hand cups your throat, fingers gripping the back of your neck and you’re a goner. Your heartbeat is erratic as he presses the sides of your throat slightly and a moan breaks through your lips. It’s hard being as inexperienced as you are and pretending that you’re not, that no one has touched you like he is touching you right now. 

Your mind is dizzy, your breathing hard, skin hot. It’s too much and he knows. You can basically feel him smirking against your skin as his other hand quickly presses against your body, travels across your stomach, over the curve of your breast, circling your nipple, not purposeful enough, not enough for you.  

You whine. “Jake,” you whimper impatiently. His smile only grows wider, his hand moves across your chest and repeats the same featherlight motion over your other breast. 

“Don’t be bossy,” Jake whispers against your ear, licking and then biting your neck. Another moan, loud, but the two of you are in your own world, you don’t care if anyone hears you, you can barely hear anything but the soft noises Jake lets out of his lips, your heart beating so hard like the waves crashing against the sand. 

“Jake,” you huff again as his hand traces small circles on your exposed thighs, so close. “Please,”

That’s what does it to him, your closed eyes, rosy cheeks, brows furrowing, you begging. He smiles as he drags one finger gently over your covered clit and a satisfied moan fills the room. Your jaw slacks slightly as the pleasure rolls through your body. 

“More,”

You don’t mean it as an order, more as a plead and you aren’t really sure how he takes it but complies immediately, as he finally moves your underwear to the side, his two fingers caressing your slick, gathering your excitement before finally plunging them inside of you. 

“Fuck,” Jake mutters as he feels you wrapping around him so perfectly. 

He kisses and touches you with devotion, a devotion you’d never experienced before. You only met him yesterday, devotion shouldn’t be part of the deal but as he continues to work you open, your mind doesn’t care. 

Damn whatever the rules are for having flings, it doesn’t matter if he keeps touching you like this. 

Suddenly, though, Jake’s hand slips out of you, gasping you barely register the moment he pushes you up into the table and then the way he pulls you forward and kisses you senseless. He then begins to kiss your face, your collarbone, your nipples over that oversize shirt, then lower, your rib cage, your belly button, and then he’s rising the shirt. Your thighs, your hipbone and then he’s on his knees. 

You watch him, how delicate his eyes look under these lights but how his pupils are blown wide from the lust. You watch him as he hudges your legs apart so softly without looking away from you. You watch him smile as his eyes for one-second gaze at the wrecked panties and then you watch him, very tenderly, sliding your underwear to the side again and pulling you towards his mouth. 

Cathexis. Everything around you is gone. You are only aware of the way his hands are resting on your thigh, his skin and yours, you’re only aware of how his tongue is licking and sucking your pussy, how it plunges inside of you, how his fingers press against your clit, how his mouth works eagerly against your folds. 

“Jesus Christ,” you barely manage to listen to him against you. 

The overwhelming pleasure begins to cloud your sight, white dots, your belly tensing up. His tongue runs between your folds, circling your clit slowly. With another sharp cry, your body feels like it’s burning. Engulfed in the flames being ignited by him. Surrendering control of your body you fall to the table, shaking, some plates fall on the floor. Strawberries. He tasted like strawberries. It’s all you can think of as you feel his hands snaking to your ass, squeezing it, and pulling you closer to him. Devouring like a man starved. 

“Yes, yes,” you chant. 

Hands flying quickly to pull his blonde locks, you pull his hair hard, a broken cry leaving your lips and a groan that replicates waves of pleasure over your body, makes you cry harder. Without warning, with an unchanging pace, while you’re moving your hips to ride his face, he throws you over the edge with four words.

“Taste so fucking sweet, Honey,” he moans against you. 

Screaming, and shaking, your body yields. It can’t handle more. You tighten, you scream, lights overwhelm your sight, everything throbs, your trash, your blood is filled with pleasure and heat. Your ears are ringing, vaguely aware that he’s pulled out his tongue when you feel the loss of heat. You whimpered as he fixes your wrecked underwear. It’s useless but you let him. 

“Honey?” he calls your name as he leans over and kisses your lips, his body is warm and he nudges your jaw with his nose, pressing soft kisses to your skin. 

Lemon and Wood. The sun. You smile as your eyes flutter open. His grinning, arousal over his chin, your cheeks hot as you watch him, his adoring eyes. 

“That good, huh?” he says, the cockiness dripping from his eyes. 

Carefully he helps you sit up as you glance at him, he’s still hard but doesn’t seem in any hurry that you take care of that. Eyes, still with white lights on your sight, holding each other. 

“I’ve had better,” you lie with a smirk as he holds your hips. Jake shakes his head, biting his lip as he laughs before leaning down and kissing you. 

It’s softer like the night before but so purposeful that you place your hand over the back of his neck while arching your back towards him as he grabs you by your ass and pulls you closer. The intensity grows but then you hear the steps above and then on the stairs. 

“Are you okay?” Augustine asked, barely awake. “I heard some screaming and I,”

She takes in the scene, your rosy cheeks, glassy eyes. The food on the floor, Jake barely dressed, the table empty in a space just to fit your body. She doesn’t have to see far to see the hard-on that Jake has. And then, she hears James screaming, honestly, moaning from the sun door, all of you snap your head towards the door. She closes her eyes for a moment, breathing hard. 

“WHAT DID WE SAY ABOUT FUCKING ON COMMUNAL SURFACES!?”

SEVEN YEARS LATER

It’s 11:00 pm, it’s already late but you know that they’re right there. They’ve been there since twenty minutes ago when you’d left Inés’ room after putting her to sleep. Silently you stared at the bedroom door, it was closed but you could see the shadows of their bodies on the space between the floor and the door. 

You think about the day that you found out that you were pregnant. The way you barely made it inside the house after seeing Bradley. The way your body began to shake as it dawned on you that you hadn’t had your period. James and Augustine home to see you crying in your bathroom. They undressed you as if you were a child, god, you still were. You stepped inside the warm water. They stayed with you, on the edge of the bathtub, silently until you finally spoke. 

“I think I’m pregnant,”

As you stared at their shadows behind the door, you thought about what they would say. The fidelity between the three of you was fierce. You fiercely loved each other. No one had been as loyal as they were, ever. But this was so complicated. The awful cold feeling of shame, you couldn’t bare it. They didn’t know. They didn’t know and you’d lied to them about it. 

Your chest aches as you recall that summer while you nurse on the wine you’d served. Wash away that summer. You wanted them gone, those ghosts that haunted you. The nights you’d met each one. Their eyes. You wanted to wash away their touch from your skin, their kisses, their empty promises. Gone. Each and every one of them out of your life, of your memories. Gone. 

But you couldn’t. 

One of them had gave you the best thing in your life. James and August were still behind that door, they were waiting for you. 

You fight your way out of your bed, literally, and walk through the door, opening it slowly, abashed. 

James looks up from her phone first and then Augustine, they could see the stain of tears on your cheeks, they were a bit hollower than they were the day you told them that you were pregnant. 

“Are you finally telling us what’s wrong?” James asks. 

You nodded softly, looking down at the glass of wine. Augustine quickly takes your hand and pulls you inside the room, so softly as if you were made of porcelain. You did feel like that. Fragile. Your poor heart, full of scars after everything. 

“Here, come,” Augustine says while placing you on your bed, her next to you. James closes the door softly and climbs into bed with the two of you. 

Snuggle between your two best friends, you feel exhausted as you lean on Augustine’s shoulder and James caresses your hair. 

“Are you finally going to tell us the truth?” James says. 

“You saw them, right?” Augustine asks. “You saw Bradley and Bob, and,”

You nod. “Jake,” you whispered, tears streaming down your eyes. 

“Why didn’t you tell us, Honey?” Augustine asks, her hug turning tighter. 

“I, I couldn’t,” you whisper, fidgeting with your hands. 

“Yes, you could, you can tell us anything,”

“Are you scared they might find out about Inés?” James asks softly, moving her hand towards yours, she holds your hand. 

“I don’t know how to tell,” you say, words don’t come out of your throat. “Remember how I told you,” a hiccup escapes your lips and you groan in frustration as you lay in the bed. “I knew who Inés father was?”

Augustine frowns slightly, her gaze shoots up at James slightly. She’s looking back at Augustine with the same puzzled look. They are holding their breaths. You never told them and they never questioned you. But now, now you’re allowing this conversation, and the tension in the air grows by the second. 

“Bradley?” James asks.

“So, Jake,” Augustine says.

They both snapped their eyes at each other and you then covered your face with your hands as more tears fall from your eyes. The realization overwhelms them, you know. They stare at each other for a moment, mouths agape, waiting for you. 

“It might be Bob for all I know,” you confess. Your hands are still covering your hands as you wait for them, but you can feel, the shock in their faces. “I’m, I’m such an awful mom for not knowing, I’m an awful person,”

“Honey, don’t say that,” Augustine hushes you, as she pulls your hands from your face. 

“But I am!” you say. “Who doesn’t know who is the father of her daughter?”

“Honey, a lot more people than you think!” James says, trying to sound upbeat but you quickly glare at her. 

“And now they all are here,” you say as you raise from your bed and walk to your vanity, wiping the tears from your face softly while you look at your puffy eyes. “It’s a hideous trick of faith!”

“Do they know about Inés?” Augustine asks from the bed, crawling from it. 

“No, of course not, they just saw me and James,” you say as you stare at yourself in the mirror. “They can’t know just by looking at me, right?” you ask as you turned towards them, posing awkwardly. 

“Babe, you don’t have ‘Mom’ tattooed on your face,” James answers raising her eyebrow. You roll your eyes at her. 

“I can’t let them find out about Inés, imagine all the questions they’ll be asking if they see her or me again,” you say as you sit down at the table while James and Augustine stare at each other for a second. “Imagine how Inés' life will change. She will hate me,”

“Honey, if you might tell them, then everything would be just,”

“Awful,” you snap. “What can I say? Here Inés, you have three possible dads because your mom was a stupid, reckless little slut!”

“HONEY!” Augustine gasped, she lets out a giggle as she watches you. 

“You sound like a grandma!” James adds with laughter. 

“It’s not funny!” you say but a little laugh escapes your lips, a smile tugging on the corners of your lips. 

Before you all notice, you all erupt into laughter. The sound fills the room, bouncing off the walls and ceiling like a game of ping-pong. It’s a burst of hearty, genuine laughter that comes from deep within your belly, the kind that leaves you gasping for air. Augustine’s face lights up with joy, the corners of her lips and cheeks hurt, and James' eyes crinkle at the corner as she basks in the sound of your collective mirth. From all that pain, all that ache that came from the last few days, it’s the first time that you feel like yourself. 

Even a bit like before. 

“We’ll help you, Honey,” Augustine says as she stands up and embraces you warmly. A sense of contentment settles over you. 

“Yeah,” James agrees. “How hard is it to avoid a couple of Top Gun Pilots,” she adds as she surrounds Augutine and you with her arms, wrapping you up. 

“They’ll never find out,” you declare. 

It’s wishful thinking, though. 

You realize that quietly as you fall asleep. It’s a feeling that can’t be replicated or manufactured, a deep, deep knowledge inside of you, something you just happen to know, not a believe a fact. You know that it is only a matter of time.

author's note: Thank you so much for your patience, honestly the last two months have been really hard and i didn't feel like i could write but I'm so excited to listen to your thoughts on how this is story is going! thank youuu so much!

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 | Part 25

Will you still love him?

Tags/Warnings: Game Designer!Jungkook, Brat Tamer!Jungkook, kinda himbo!Jungkook, Non Idol AU, established relationship, fluff, Chaotic energy, SFW

Length: 1k words

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You’ve got his head in your lap, fingers combing through his hair, while you both watch a random episode of true-crime on the TV, large tub of icecream long finished on the coffee table.  

“Hey babe?” Jungkook asks, watching the interrogation on the TV while your hand stops for a second, as you look down, showing that he’s got your attention. “Would you still love me if I was bald?” He wonders, thought probably stemming from the fact that one of the people on the TV is bald, and you’ve noticed how shiny that man’s head was.  

“Uh..” You say, caught off guard. “Yeah. Yeah, I would.” You answer, and he grins to himself, adjusting his position on the couch a little as he continues watching. “Why, do you want me to shave your head?” You joke, turning your attention back to the TV- when you notice his silence.  

“..I mean, would you?” He asks, now looking back up at you. You’re scanning his face for a second, and comb through your thoughts to make sure he’s not drunk or high on anything, before you come to the conclusion that yes, he’s perfectly sane and sober, and this is not just a random thought blurting out of his mouth.  

To be fair, he’s been nagging you about his hair for months now, after having bleached and colored it every week it felt like, leaving it dry and damaged when he went back to black. It’s almost grown out by now, but he’s an impatient person- having mentioned often how he’d like to just ‘chop it all off at least once’ to have a fresh start.  

“I would.” You shrug because of that, answering his question, and making him freeze for a moment as he seems to think, making his decision internally-  

Before he suddenly jumps up, sitting straight up on the couch. “Alright, I’ll get the scissors-” He says as he runs off, socked feet slipping a little on the floor as he rushes into the bathroom, slapping the lightswitch to turn it on.  

“Wait, are you serious?” You call out, not having thought he’d want to do it, well, right now, since it’s two in the morning- but as he pokes his head out the door, it’s clear that he wants it done now or never. 

“I am, and now you’ll have to do it-” He calls back, rummaging through the drawers to find the hair scissors. “-And you have to love me afterwards when I’m bald or you’re a dirty liar!” He challenges, making you laugh as you pause the episode on the TV, joining him in the bathroom where he happily offers the scissors to you.  

“You really want me to chop it all off?” You wonder. “It looks fine to me..” You say, running your fingers through his hair- but he nods.  

“I don’t want to be like.. Shiny egg-head bald.” He describes, taking the scissors from you to boldly snip off the first long piece of hair, making it fall into the sink in front of the mirror. “But.. I don’t know.” 

“Like a Kiwi, maybe?” You say, and he chirps up at that, snapping his fingers with a grin on his face.  

“Exactly- Baby you know me so well it’s actually creepy sometimes.” He says, chopping away what he can reach, before you take over, carefully shortening his hair so that the clippers can run through it all more easily later. “Can I..” He asks, and you notice some odd look on his face, before he continues speaking, as you focus more on your task again. “What do you.. Love about me?” He wonders, and you can’t help but smile.  

“How bold you are.” You instantly say. “You know.. Remember when we first started dating? I was so shy.” You remind him, and he smiles fondly, thinking back on it. “But because of you I became confident. I became comfortable with myself, and I now know that no matter how stupid I think my thoughts are, I can tell them to you, and you’ll take them seriously.” You explain yourself. “You’re like.. My best friend who I’m dating too.” You shrug, finishing up your work with the scissors, before you look in the mirror to find his face again. “Oh kook, baby, why’re you crying?!” You laugh, making him laugh too with his glossy eyes.  

“You could’ve just complimented my dick, babe, why do you have to confess all over again?!” He whines, while you grin, taking the electric clippers into your hand.  

“Alright Kook, last chance to back out.” You playfully threaten, turning the clippers on.  

But he just seems to buzz as well, nodding with a serious expression. “Do it.” He commands, and you comply, tunning the clippers over his scalp after making sure it’s set to the appropriate length. The entire process doesn’t even take all that long, hair falling down to the floor to be swept up and discarded later, room quiet except for the buzzing of the little machine in your hand, as you make sure to do a good job.

One you’re done, you both make sure to clean everything up, his head in your lap again only an hour later, Episode on the TV resumed as you watch the interrogation continue, your hand running over his head, hairs now short, revealing the natural shape of his head. You suddenly get an idea- running into the kitchen to search for something, before you return to the couch, where he now sits. You put something on his head he can’t see, before you take a picture, and show it to him, laughing already- 

And at the sight of it, he laughs too, as he spots the small sticker from the kiwis you’d bought yesterday on his head. “Hey babe?” He asks, and you hum, sitting down next to him on the couch once more, locking your phone before you put it on the coffee table again. “Do you still love me?” He asks, and you giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“You could be shiny egg-head bald, and I’d still love you.” 

[nattinatalia]

Urban request: “of course, I always choose you.”

You had woken up with the cramps of hell, which only meant one thing, your period- thank you Mother Nature, for not being pregnant, but my period? Really?? You thought to yourself as you showered.

You were moody, emotional, hungry, basically everything in the girls book. To top it off, your boyfriend has been out all day with your brothers and ignoring all of your texts.

It was finally night time and although you were hungry, you couldn’t decide on what to eat so you decided not to eat at all.

You were laying on the couch in the living room, catching up on Snowfall when your front door was being opened.

“Hi baby.”

You’re definitely surprised to see him in front of you since you literally just saw the Instagram story of your brother playing DJ, so you figured your boyfriend was somewhere near him.

“W-what are you doing here?” You sit up, pushing off the blanket off your legs.

He smiles, and you take notice of the bags he has in his hands. “Well, I know I was out all day. Blame your brother.”

You raise your eyebrows but let him continue talking. “I know you got your period, so I brought all your favorite snacks.”

He hands you the target bag and you indeed see all your favorite snacks, from hot fries, ferrero rocher chocolate, jolly ranchers, sour gummies, Arizona strawberry kiwi flavor, and Dr Pepper. “Babe, you have me stocked up for the weekend.”

He nods “And I know you wouldn’t be able to settle on what to eat, so I brought you options.”

You gasp, “Urb, what did you do?”

He shrugs “What you always crave when you’re on your period. Sushi, Panda and carne asada fríes.”

“You’re the best.” You reach for the bag as he sits next to you.

“Ohh, I’m forgetting the best one.”

“Huh? Babe, you already got me with all my favorites.” You say confused but notice the smirk on his face “What did you get?”

“You’ve been on the lookout for a while now.”

“PLEASE DON’T TELL ME IT'S WHAT I THINK IT IS.”

He shrugs, “fine I won’t.”

You jump on his lap, “Show me.”

“No, you said not to tell you.”

You start tickling his sides and pinch his nipples “Baby, tell me.”

He laughs, “okay, okay.”

You straddle his lap, sitting up straight as he places the bag between you both on his chest, his hands going to your hips. “I got two, one for you and one for me. They were the last ones too.”

You quickly open the bag and gasp out in surprise. “Baby, oh my god.”

He squeezes your hips, “So do you like?”

You nod “I love them, but not more than I love you. Thank you baby.” You give him a quick kiss.

“I can’t believe you found them, I go literally everyday and I come up short.” You admire the Halloween Hello Kitty blankets that you’ve been on a hunt ever since they’ve been taking over your timeline on tiktok.

“I know, Jack was saying how you dragged him yesterday and he was annoyed.”

You roll your eyes. “He doesn’t like shopping with me, that’s why.” In that moment your phone pings with a text notification and it’s none other than your brothers.

Demon 1 : I can’t believe my best friend ditched the club for you 🙄

Demon 2 : Urban??? Urban chose our annoying sister over partying? Is the world ending?

You chuckle and show Urban, “I’m also surprised to be honest.” You tug at the ends of his hair playfully. “You chose me over partying with my brother?.”

He raises his eyebrows, “Of course, I always choose you.”

“We can’t have sex, but I can give you head.” You smirk teasingly. “A thanks for being the best.”

He chuckles, “Y/N, your ass will bite my dick off if I don’t feed you right now.”

“Oh you’ll be feeding me alright.”

He rolls his eyes “Actual food.”

In that moment your front door is being slammed opened and you see your brothers walking in.

“Hi fuckers” Jack waves, smirking. “Y/N, get off of him, we’re having a sibling date night.”

Clay shuts the door “He dragged me here.”

“You could’ve dragged him back.” You glare “You two idiots are crashing my night with my man.”

Jack lays on the couch next to you, and grabs the hello kitty blanket “He was mine first.”

Urban groans “Don’t start bro.”

You glare, and snatch the blanket from him “I’m not sharing this with you.”

Clay starts digging through the bags Urban brought. “I’m not sharing my food with any of you, well only with Urb, so order your own.”

“So does that mean no head?” Urban whispers.

You glare at him, “Don’t play with me, that dick is going inside my mouth one way or another, brothers present or not.”

“EWWWWW GROSS.”

“WHAT THE FUCK Y/N? CLAY LET'S LEAVE.”

You smirk, “That’s what I thought.”

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Guardian Neil please :))

WIP Wednesday (9/4) | Guardian Angel Neil AU (Part 230)

"For your pocket." Andrew says, jabbing a finger towards the bottom of Neil's hoodie. The angel's eyes flick down before settling back on Andrew's. There's a strange look on Neil's face, but Andrew just shrugs at it. "I wouldn't want you to start dropping your treats again."

"My treats?" Neil asks, amused. Andrew nods then makes a show of patting each pocket of his cargo pants before finally settling on one. (It's theatrical. He knows what he's looking for.) He pulls out a candy bar and slides it over to Neil conspiratorially. The angel picks it up and gives it a look. "What's this?"

How predictable, acting like he can't read.

"Peanuts and caramel," Andrew drawls. "No chocolate at all. Figured you might like it."

"Thanks." Neil says, looking bewildered and holding his two ridiculously simple gifts in each hand like he isn't sure what to do with either. Andrew would hate to completely overwhelm him, but he's not finished yet.

"How foolish of me," Andrew says, thwacking himself in the forehead. He goes for a different pocket and comes back with the gum and the small bag of chips. After dumping them unceremoniously between them, Andrew pulls the bottle of water over and adds it to his pile of offerings. "These are yours too."

Neil stares down at the pile for a moment before raising his head. "You remembered I liked Doritos?"

'Of course,' Andrew nearly says. Neil told him that ages ago, in passing. He catches himself and shrugs instead. "Everyone likes Doritos."

"Kevin doesn't."

"Kevin doesn't like anything," Andrew says. Neil laughs but continues to stare down at his little mound of items like they're going to disappear. "Eat or sew, angel."

Neil eats.

He starts with the candy bar, eating it slowly. Like he's trying to savor it. That bit of control evaporates when he opens the Doritos. He devours them in about nineteen seconds and downs half the water bottle in two gulps. It almost makes Andrew feel guilty. Knowing he could've been taking care of Neil like this since they met. But Neil's an angel, not a hamster, and he looks nothing but grateful as he dusts his hands off and picks up the chewing gum.

"Strawberry-Kiwi." He reads from the packaging, turning it over in his hands.

"It was the only fruity gum they carried. And I did ask, but they didn't have a gigantic bucket of mangoes and peaches either."

Neil smiles. "I like strawberries. Dunno if I've ever had a kiwi before."

"They're gross. Furry little things. And they're filled with seeds that you have to eat around. Unappealing is an understatement." Andrew says with a grimace. He's polished off his first candy bar and had a few sips of his energy drink. What a shame Kevin isn't here to witness it.

Andrew rips the second Snickers open and takes a small bite. (He's a bit weird in his eating habits, he knows. Fun size candy bars he'll pop into his mouth like they're nothing. Full sized ones take a bite of time.) He stares out at traffic as he works his way down it. Then shoves the wrappers into his pocket.

When Andrew looks back over at Neil, he finds the angel threading a needle. Or attempting to. He looks so stupidly cute, tongue poking out and brow furrowed in concentration. Finally, he has success. Neil flips the bottom of his hoodie up and hunches over to start stitching it back together.

[equallyshaw]

star crossed lovers au | connor bedard x kailey hughes au ↳ new years with you.

↳ part of the star crossed lovers au! ↳ au masterlist!

warnings: none! word count: 2.4k+

the two had not been able to stop texting each other over her holiday break, and ellen quickly caught on.

"hey kailey...just go. go back to chicago." she said the morning of the 31st. "what?" kailey questioned, looking up from her cinnamon rolls and egg. ellen just laughed, "go to chicago. see whoever you haven't been able to stop talking to. im sure becca would love to join you, too!" ellen said bringing her coffee mug to her lips. kailey's eyebrows crinkled, "uh, i don't know what you're talking about." she tried to play off. jim from the living room laughed. "don't lie kiwi, but you also don't have to tell us." he said walking into the kitchen. he plucked a cinnamon roll from the plate, "ill even give you gas money." he mused, before she rolled her eyes. "go go! we wont be upset, our friends invited us over across the street tonight, so we wont be upset if you do go." ellen said trying to get through to persuade her daughter. kailey sighed before giving them a small smile, "alright, ill make a couple calls." she said getting up from her stool and headed upstairs.

an hour later, she was on the road and off to chicago. her body grew with nerves, each mile she passed and each border she crossed. as soon as she was back in the city, she picked up her friend from her friend's house and the two were on the way back to their apartment in the loop. "are we meeting with connor and his teammates?" she questioned, and kailey shrugged. "im waiting for a response, though tessa reached out to me a few weeks ago after alex saw us and invited us out. I've missed her." she said throwing her bags down by the door, and headed towards the washroom. "did you not stop once?" becca teased, as kailey came out. kailey did not respond, which made becca laugh. "hughes genes are strong apparently." she teased and kailey shook her head. "im going to nap, and then we will get ready starting at 8?" she questioned, and becca nodded.

_

the team was at soho house in the west loop, and tessa quickly went to go fetch them from the door. "hi!!!" she said pulling kailey into a bone-crushing hug, and then hugged becca after introducing herself. "did he ever get back to you?" the blonde questioned the other blonde, and kailey shook her head. "what?!" she asked before looking over at becca, who nodded in agreement. "i know! he's being an ass." becca said and tessa grinned, she pulled the two by the hand towards the bar. "add it to our tab, the team is paying for everything." tessa mused, and becca didn't need to be told twice. kailey nodded softly and without effort, she saw connor from behind tessa. he was in the middle of a animated conversation with alex, who only grinned when the two of them made eye contact. he lifted his drink, as if to say hi. kailey blushed turning away quickly, and a little too quickly. connor had followed alex's gaze towards the littlest hughes. connor felt heat rush to his cheeks, before looking back at alex who only grinned. "did you get back to her?" alex questioned, drinking a bit. connor shook his head, "well good thing tessa already invited her out a few weeks back." alex mused and connor nodded. "go. ill make talk with somebody else, but just please put yourself out of misery and speak to her." alex said before giving him a subtle push towards kailey. connor rolled his eyes with a small smile, before heading over towards the three girls who were on their way over.

"connor! oh, where did alex go?" tessa nodded and connor pointed over towards his direction. tessa walked off, with becca in tow as kailey stayed in her place. "hi connor." she said with a smile. "hey." he responded, feeling somewhat awkward. "i uh, im gonna go head with them." she said about to step past him, but he grabbed her hand. she looked down at it, before meeting his gaze; which was already directed towards her. she now felt herself blush, "do you want to find a quieter place?" he questioned, and she nodded allowing him to pull her through the crowd and towards the coffee bar, in the next room. he pulled her through, not letting her hand fall from his. once they exited the room, he still didn't let go. the two found a few other couples or dates, in the coffee bar booths and they took the last empty one. "you good with your drink or do you want a coffee?" he questioned, and she shook her head. "im good, but thankyou." she said and he nodded going off to get a small cup of expresso for himself. she sat down in the booth, and texted becca that her and connor went to the coffee bar in case becca needed her for anything.

connor sat back down, as she put her phone on dnd. "so! what have you gotten up to this winter break?" he questioned sweetly, "nothing much honestly. lots of reading and writing, and getting some much-needed quiet time with my parents. just me and them." she mused, sipping her seltzer. "did your brothers come home?" he questioned, and she shook her head no. "nah, my parents though flew to new jersey and i went to vancouver to be with quinn. he was thoroughly surprised to see me." she smiled softly. "my parents surprised me with tickets to go see him since they knew i was pretty bummed, to have not seen him since summer." she said leaning back in the booth a bit. "did your parents come? i know you said your sister was here, already?" she asked and he nodded. "yeah, they flew out with my grandparents. it was really nice to have a few days off with them." he smiled. she nodded, "why didn't you respond to my text today? it seemed as if everything was going fine and then you left me on read." she blurted and he cringed. "i uh..-" she cut him off, "don't lie to me connor please. I've had too many people lie to me in my life and i don't feel like adding you to that list." she said giving him an unenthused look. he'd be sure to ask her about that, later.

"i was nervous." he said and her eyebrows creased, "nervous? what for?" she questioned leaning on her elbows. "i was uh nervous, seeing you person... after getting to know you these past few weeks." he said and she giggled, "i hope its good nerves. hopefully i didn't spook you." she said teasing a bit. he shook his head, "no all good. good nerves because..because I've uh grown feelings for you and despite kevin saying you liked me back, i didn't believe him." he said blushing like a fool. "why don't you believe it?" she questioned with a soft glint of humor. he didn't speak for a second, trying to gauge if she was saying what he thought she was saying. "i like you connor..i thought i was being obvious." she said grinning, and connor shook his head whilst blushing. "sorry mr. number one overall, sorry i didn't just come out and say it. i was trying to be organic about it." she teased, and he laughed. "you can take a breather con, everything is okay." she said taking his right hand in hers, and his breath paused for a brief second at the way she said con. "no i know, i just didn't think there would be any reason to like me." he said and her heart fell, did he really think so lowly of himself?

"hey hey, don't say that. i promise there is much to like about you." she said softly rubbing her thumb with his. "especially beyond hockey, you're.. mysterious in the best and most innocent ways." she said sweetly, taking another sip of her drink. "you're also really easy to make blush, i find that endearing." she gushed as connor rolled his eyes playfully. she was about to say something more, but her phone began to ring. her eyebrows crinkled, flipping over her phone and rolled her eyes.

"yes?" she questioned pulling the phone to her ear. "hey kiwi, i tried texting you but your phone is on dnd and i wanted to make sure you were good." she smiled softly over quinns concern. "yes q, im out with becca and a few friends." she said and caught connor's eye. "where are you guys at?" he questioned, and she chuckled. "were at soho house, why?" she questioned. "just curious, but wanted to say happy new years incase you fall asleep before it rang on my coast." he said. "you're probably right though, about that. but happy new years q ill talk to you tomorrow." she hummed before they hung up.

"sorry quinn was just checking in on me." she said turning her phone off dnd, and then looked up at connor. "very brotherly of him." he mused, sipping the expresso that was just set down. she shrugged, "he does the least amount of 'hovering' so its appreciated from time to time." she said sarcastically. "things still rough with jack?" he questioned, referring to the fight her and jack had just had about him being to engrossed in her life. by that, it meant that jack had been nagging her recently, like he used to do growing up. "i could kill him." she said annoyed, before sipping more of her drink. "he's such a child, its comical." she huffed, shaking her head. connor nodded, "and then luke, oh my god i wanted to tell him off the other day. he just was pushing my buttons, begging me to come for tonight but he just couldn't or didn't want to take the word no." she said pulling a piece of hair behind her ear. he shook his head amused, "laugh all you want bedard." she mused sarcastically. he held up his free hand in innocence as people began to count down from 30. "is it really midnight, already?" she said looking around and saw the coffee bar empty. they were the only two left.

connor looked around and saw exactly what he was looking for to be empty. he stood up and held out his hand for her. she took it, an eyebrow-raising. he then led her over to the photobooth, and she giggled. "seriously?" she asked amused. he nodded, "yeah, didn't you say it was your dream to do one of these? you said it was very, '80's.'" he said pretending to think hardly, causing her to giggle. "yes, very!" she smiled as he sat down first. he then held his arms wide for her, and she smiled feeling herself blush. "i wont bite, i promise." he said and she nodded, stepping and sitting down on his lap. "lets figure out how to do this thing." he muttered more to himself than her, and she then pressed the button on the screen. "like that was hard." she said grinning down at him as the camera went off, then she looked forward doing a fish pout, before looking down at once more. then she wrapped her hand around his face, pulling him closer and pressed their lips together. ofcourse, right as midnight rolled around. they pulled apart only a few inches, resting their foreheads to giggle as they laughed. "i cant believe that just happened." she whispered, peering into his blue eyes. "you're kinda cute from this angle." she teased, "kinda?" he taunted, pinching her sides just a bit causing her to laugh loudly and flying around in his gasp. "stop stop stop! connor!" she said as he tickled her just a bit before the only way she could stop him, was by pulling him in for another kiss.

she pulled away from him, and then hopped out before he could tickle her again. "wait! don't move." she grinned, leaning in the booth. "i want some of just you, so that when you're away i can have you with me, always." she said before pressing the screen to begin, and then shut the blind. all connor could do was smile and chuckle just a bit at her forwardness. the flashes ended, and she quickly grabbed the picture's to inspect them.

she smiled down at them, and connor wrapped an arm around her waist from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder. "you're adorable, connor bedard." she smiled looking over at him. his cheeks flushed, as she put the pictures in her bag. "for safekeeping." she teased, moving a strand of hair from covering his eyes. "anywho. lets go back to our friends." she said now taking hold of his hand, and leading him back to the bar area.

"there you are! we i have to show you something." becca beamed, pulling the young blonde away from connor. she looked back at him before they lost sight of each other.

"where are you taking me?" she said as becca pulled her outside towards the rooftop, and then kailey smiled. the cooler air, traveling up and down her body at rapid speed. her pale body covered with goosebumps as she peered at the fireworks going off at navy pier. becca wrapped an arm around her best friend, "i cant believe that we've only dreamed of this our whole lives." becca gushed, as the two thought back to when they were 7 living in toronto and planned to move to a big city when they were older, and promised to go to the same college together. "who'd a thought?" kailey hummed, thinking back to the last few years, and how she had gotten to this point in her life. "here's to another year of friendship." kailey said sweetly, and becca smiled. "here's to another year of tormenting your brothers." she joked and that made kailey laugh out loud.

"becca! kailey!" they heard tessa behind them, and then they saw some of the younger players come up behind her. tessa smiled taking in the city of chicago, and without notice, connor's hand had found hers as becca moved away from her. she looked up at the taller hockey player, who was already looking down at her. she pulled his hand behind her back, resting her head in his shoulder. she felt his head rest on her's, as the two looked out at the west loop neighborhood.

in the middle of it all, she'd found connor. through all the madness of her life and school, she'd found him. and its most likely safe to say, the same thing for him.

thaaaat was longer than i intended it to be lol, hope you enjoyed tho!!

[clearlydiamondz]

Loyalty to Royalty

Erik!Stevens x OC

Part Five

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Princess Imani was the black sheep of her family, never really fitting the female royal type. When an arranged marriage between Prince   N'Jadaka and her is set up, she tries her hardest to get away... but she just can’t.

Warning: Smut

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Once the Wakandian Royal family left, it was now Imani left with her father and step mother. They didn't speak a word to each other, and quite honestly, Imani wanted just that. She was in the main kitchen, cutting her some mangoes and kiwis as she heard someone come into the area. She looked up and saw that her Amarah stood there with a look that could kill. She ignored her, continuing to cut her fruits.

After today's events, Imani came up with a realization last night... a hard one. Amarah's is the only one that doesn't know better. She's young, new to this world, and is easily impressionable by her mother. Her mother hatred for Imani stems in Amarah because of Oshana wanting to be ruler.

"Why are you such a horrid person?" Amarah said walking towards her, with a look of disgust on her face. "Your father and my mother are in distress because of this situation and you have the nerve to sit here and-" Imani cuts her off.

"Blaming for your mothers stupidity is quite the reach." she said plopping a mango in her mouth. "Your mother is playing you like a violin and you don't even see it." she chuckled shaking her head as she grabbed a glass of water.

"You are just trying to come up with lies against my mother. She would never do such thing." she scoffed as she shrugged her shoulders.

"But.. she has." Imani sighed then turned and look at her. "And I'm sure she created lies about me too." she chuckled.

"No she hasn't. Everything she's said about you is true. You only care about yourself, you'er rude and all you do is cause destruction." Amarah snapped at her. "You were jealous of me the moment we stepped in here because you thought I was prettier and smarter." That made Imani laugh.

"And lemme guess... Your mother told you that?" she said as Amarah kept quiet. "You let your mother poison your image of me."

"Throw your opinion about me out the window and just think for a moment. Your mother is queen, yet she had you go on international television and made you look like a complete fool. Not only that, when we go to America tomorrow and counteract your claims it won't be your mother that the world laughs at... it will be you." Imani stated. Amarah stared at her before shaking her head.

"That it's not true."

"Answer me then then, your mother is Queen. Not you. Would it not make sense for the Queen of the country to make this statement?" she asked her. Amarah didn't say anything, but Imani did recognize the look on her face.

Realization.

"And another thing-" she said grabbing a piece of Kiwi. "She did not take credit for any of this. No news source on the planet has a picture of your mother, connected to that statement. It's only you. So when you get back lash, which you will, no one will think to bash the queen. All of the negativity, will be for you and only you. Politicians, military informants, the people of both Wakanda and Kambaho. She made sure it was you so if it did back peddle and it didn't end well, it wasn't her that would get the backlash. It would be you." she stated. Amarah face saddened as she realized what her mother has done. Imani never thought that she could feel bad for her, but at this moment she did. Her eyes started to swell up with tears.

"I-I thought I was doing the right thing. She told me that we could get money, a-and that you were going to hate this."

"No no, don't cry." Imani said placing the bowl of fruit on the counter. "I've already have a plan to try and save face for you. No one deserves to be laughed at by the world when you thought you were doing the right thing." Imani grabbed her shoulders.

"Wipe your tears, weakness does not look good on us."

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Imani opened her fathers door to see him drinking a glass of whiskey. Sighing, she closed the door as he looked up at her. Holding the bowl of fruit, she sat down in front of his desk handing him the fresh fruit.

"It's been a minute since you came cut me a bowl of fruit." he chuckled grabbing it as she shrugged.

"Nakia sent me home with a bunch of fruit that some of the children grew at her school. Best fruit honestly." she chuckled sitting back in her chair crossing her legs, and placing her hands on her lap.

"I guess you'd like me to address the elephant in the room." he sighed. She thought about it, then shrugged.

"Honestly, I'm not even upset that you didn't show. Well, not anymore at least. I feel almost sorry really." she said to him. He didn't want to admit it but the meeting had him embarrassed and ashamed. He didn't even feel like a King in his own palace.

"Caught me by surprise." he said with no emotion as she shrugged.

"I hope you understand why, it wasn't intended to make you feel any kind of way." she admitted to him, he sighed wiping his hands over his head. "But I was hurt when I asked you to do one thing and you left me on my own."

"I know, I know it's just, I feel like I don't even have a say so in my own home without feeling like I'm making somebody upset." he responded as she nodded.

"Understandable. Well why is that?"

"You say go left, Oshana says I need to go right. You say yes, Oshana says no. My relationship is-" he stopped himself before finishing.

"Father you always say you trust my judgement, which you can assume is your judgement also?" she assumed, he nodded. "So why is that every time I make a decision, or anytime I do something, it's always the opposite with her." she said leaning forward. He thought about it.

"I'm the last person to even tell you this, because if you decide to love her then that's you. But your love should not in any way cross boundaries with the people who call you King." she snapped at him. "You sit in your office drinking your life away." she said pointing to the bottle of whiskey. "Letting her walk all over you while I have to pick up the pieces. I am tired." she whispered the last part.

"Are you even happy?" she asked him as he shook his head, making her scoff.

"I know. And I've been doing a lot of thinking." he said standing up. "I think it's time for me to finally step-down." he said as she looked at him in shocked.

"So soon?"

"You don't have to say it but I see how you look at me when I walk these halls. I have not been a great King nor father since your mother passed." he admitted to her. She stared at him, still in shock.

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"Welcome to the U S of A!" Erik exclaimed stepping off the jet as Imani looked around in shock.

"Oh wow.. it even smells different here." Imani exclaimed looking around as they walked to the jet.

"Eh, back home is better." Okoye stated walking beside the three of them as Imani chuckled.

T'Challa, Erik, Imani and Okoye made their way to the cars that awaited for them that took them to the hotel that they would be at for their stay. Imani sat in her own room that was in the Suit they shared, making notes on what she should say for her speech at the mission, when she heard a knock on her door.

She looked up and saw Erik standing with two Champaign glasses filled with a pink transparent liquid. "Here's to a little celebration to being in America for the first time." he said. She chuckled as she placed the laptop on her bed, as she grabbed it from him, making a toast and drinking.

"Good heavens, why is it so strong." she choked out making Erik laugh. "Y'all American's really do love your liquor." she said placing it on the bed side table next to her as he chuckled.

"You think this strong, just wait till I get you some Henny." he winked at her smiling as she playfully rolled her eyes.

"Actually there was something I wanted to talk to you about. I wanted to wait till we were alone." she said grabbing his glass from his hand and placing it on the table.

"Something happened?" he asked worriedly as she nodded. He immediately thought about the kiss that they shared the night before, scared she may have regretted.

"So my father talked to me last night after y'all had left back, and he basically told me that he was stepping down sooner that we planned." she told him biting his lip.

"You gotta stop doing that." he said leaning in closer, softly pulling her lip from her teeth as she gasped.

"Don't be touching my lips."

"You weren't' complaining about it last night." he tested her. She looked over to the side fighting the blush that was creeping on her face but he caught it. He stood up adjusting her body so that she sat on the edge of the bed with him standing between her thighs. He placed both of his hands beside her, bent down so where they were face to face.

"Must you be so close." she backed up a little. Affection obviously wasn't her thing, but Erik was determined to make it.

"I just like looking at you." he whispered to her, she bit the inside of her cheeks to refrain from biting her lip. Not being able to take the heat any more she gave him a kiss on the lips again as Erik grabbed her chin deepening it.

"Stop-" she giggled as he continued to peck her on the lips. "-N'Jadaka I need to tell you about what we talking about." she laughed pushing him away.

"How was this conversation even bought up anyways?" he asked standing up right grabbing his glass, her immediately missing the feeling of him being close.

"Well he was admitting some things, things I already knew."

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The following day, the travelers found themselves in front of the Outreach center with news reports from all around trying to get close enough to the podium. She wore a long white Sun Dress with her locs in a half up half down style, and some sandals. It was an understatement that she was Royalty from a different country.

To hear that three royals from two of the richest countries in America, that just so happened to be in rule of majority of the vibranium, they wanted to ask all of the good questions. Whether it was the scandal that Erik had addressed, or whether it was about the vibranium, or even just random questions.

It was decided that Imani would be the first one up to discuss her viewpoints, and to break the news to America about her father stepping down.

As they walked up the stage, questions and flashes started flushing in, the Dora Milije making sure no intruder made their way on stage. Imani stepped to the mic, tapping on the microphone to make sure it was on. As the crowd quieted, she begin to spoke.

"Firstly, I would like to say the Oakland California has been very welcoming to me. As this is my first time here in the states, I was quite weary about the response I may receive." she started off. "And my lord, do y'all know how to cook up here." she stated as the crowd laughed.

"I would like to start off by saying, that my father, King Z'Kiri of Kambaho has grown into his age. He has come to the conclusion that he is no longer able to run this country in his state. My mother, Queen Zakirah wanted the two of them to retire while they were still able and in right mind, I am pleased that my father has decided to move on with those wishes." she replied. Questions started to pile in as she continued.

"Furthermore, I would like to address the elephant in the room. Four centuries, not only our mother nation but our sister nation Wakanda has delt with the use and supply of Vibranium. As you may heard, from a non-spokes person of both respected countries, that we were open and willing to trade. The information was not presented perfectly, though we are opened to helping we are not open to trade." she stated. The gasps and whispers went first, than the questions came after.

"We would like to apologize on all people involved that have made had the intensions or impressions to trade with us, but that offer will not be on the table for the near future to come."

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Imani sat in her room, cress cross apple sauce at the foot of her bed switching between channels on the T.V mounted on the wall watching American News.

"First of all, she looks like she belongs in high school. Who is trusting Miss Imani to run a freaking country!?"

"Honestly, I don't blame them. All America is good for is sucking countries dry, and leaving them."

"Whoever that braud was to make that statement in the first place is dumb for getting the entire world hopes up."

"What America needs to do is demand their respect. Why trust these shit hole countries to run the most expensive element on Earth!?"

"They are offering any country help, what more can we ask for? Especially with aliens attacking us every five business days!"

"Amarah isn't even royal blood so who ever set up that interview only did it to embarrass her. Why would she ever be the spokesperson for Kambaho AND Wakanda!?"

She listened to all of the comments, the positive, the negative and the neutral. Her mind was racing, she didn't know what to do.

"Turn this foolishness off." she looked over and saw T'Challa walking in, grabbing the remote and turning off.

"Can't help it." she sighed scratching at her forehead.

"Stop." he said pushing her arm away from her forehead and leaning against the dresser as she kissed her teeth. "You tend to do that when your stressing." he chuckled.

"I haven't noticed." she mumbled.

"You know for someone who talks a lot, you haven't said a word since the conference. I am concerned." she looked at him in shock.

"Excuse me?"

"Not in a bad way." he defended putting his hands up in the air. "It's just, sometimes your mind runs a billion miles a minute so for you to be quiet.. it just concerns me." she sighed before standing up.

"I just hope I'm making the right decision." she stated playing with her fingers as she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well this isn't the Imani I know." he said sitting next to her on the bed as she groaned.

"Whoever I hire, whatever decision I make, mistake or not I just want my people to know that I did it in the hopes of my people." she said looking at him. "If this turn around and bite us in my ass, I can never forgive myself." she whispered looking at him.

T'Challa never saw Imani this vulnerable. The weight of being the new Heir was weighing on her. "You know, this feeling is normal. I felt it, my father felt it, his father felt it, our ancestors felt it." he trailed off as she listened.

"Look. As long as I have known you, you have been preparing for this and I've known you my entire life. While we were out trying to sneak liquor from baba's cabinet, you were sitting outside the council room of both countries trying to hear what they said. You knew every single ally for both countries since you were five. You are more prepared than any royal I know." T'Challa comforted her.

"Who ever knew Challa would be so good with his words." she bumped into him as he chuckled.

"Just know I consider you my little sister Imani, just like Wakanda won't let her sister national fail neither will I." he told her as she smiled at him.

"Thanks Challa." she smiled at him.

"Now to the more important stuff." he said standing up. "I see you and Erik have been getting a little.. close." he smirked at her as she playfully rolled her eyes.

"I guess...." she blushed as he raised an eyebrow at her. "I don't know. I really like him."

"Whelp, that feeling is mutual. That man can't walk in any room without talking about you." he said in a matter of fact tone, that comment immediately peaking her interest.

"Is that so?" she said, not helping the smile that creeped on her face.

"Yeah, it's quite interesting since you couldn't stand him a few months ago." he joked as she threw a pillow at him as he chuckled. "You know how I am about these types of things, taking care-"

"Business first, pleasure second. Understandable." he mocked her rolling his eyes. "Who say's you can't mix business and pleasure?" he asked as she tilted her head in confusion.

"Literally everyone that owns a business?"

"Yeah well a country isn't a business." T'Challa stated. She was about to respond, but her door opened and she saw Erik standing there.

"Hope I ain't intrude in nothing." he smirked placing his hands into his pockets, as Challa shook his head. "Now, actually about to head out ourselves. Nakia wants to go out on a date." He gave Imani a knowingly look, before walking pass Erik and out the door.

"Talking about going out, let's go out tonight." he said standing up in front of her as she shook her head.

"No can do. We have to prepare for the interviews we have scheduled for tomorrow and we need to prepare ourselves for-" Erik groaned grabbing her hands.

"Let's just go out. Your in America for the first time and you want to stay inside and do work. I want to show you around my city." he begged her. "Please?"

There he goes with that fucking smile. She swears he could have anything he wanted with that smile.

"We go out tonight, in the morning we prepare." she pointed at him as he nodded.

"I got you."

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

"So, Jadaka, what's on our plans for tonight." she walked into his room. He turned around to look at her, but was caught by surprised by what she had on. His eyes wondered over her body than back to her lips.

"You tryna not to go out?" he asked her with a chuckle, his eyes doing a once over. She blushed at the comment, immediately knew where it was going, but she easily covered it with a scoff.

"Oh noo, you convince me to get dressed up, we are leaving." she chuckled sitting down on the sofa that he had in his room and crossing her legs. His eyes then sat at the way her thighs sat perfectly, most definitely using some of the coco butter from home.

"I mean I can say you do look good, right?" he smirked grabbing two whiskey glasses and a bottle of Henny. He placed both of them on the table next to her as she looked at the bottle. She took this moment to drink him and all his glory in.

"Oh is this the famous Hennessey." she chuckled as he poured them both an amount. He handed her the glass before saying,

"It is. Let's do a little pre-game." he state as the clinked their glasses together.

The taste of the drink caught her off guard as she started to cough. "Goodness gracious, what the hell is this!?" she coughed putting the empty glass on the table as he laughed.

"C'mon it ain't the bad."

"Ain't that bad!? It tastes like it belongs on the periodic table!" she claimed standing up. He busted out laughing as she grabbed the water bottle that was next to the bottle, chugging it down as she gagged.

"Okay I should've warned you." he said, wiping the tears from his eyes as she scoffed at him.

"No wonder why you Americans are so unhealthy. I think I just got level 2 liver failure from this sip." Even though it was nasty tasting, she immediately felt the affects of the drink.

"Okay... woah." she said sitting down as Erik sat next to her.

"Now you see why we like it so much." he smirked at her.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

The two of them decided to have a nice dinner at one of the five star restaurants that his friend back home owned. Imani loved the different variety of meals, even sparking up conversation with him on how to cook such meals.

He finally wanted to take her to one of the lounges that he owned. With word that he and the princess was in town, it was packed with both paparazzi and people who just wanted to have a good time.

The two of them had a couple of more drinks at the restaurant, so they were most definitely feeling the drinks. Imani, sad to say it, haven't had this much fun in ages.

They stepped into the lounge as everyone started to make noise at their arrival. "Let's give it up for Erik and Princess Imani!" the DJ spoke as the two of them waved, walking through the paveway to their on VIP section.

As much as Imani was uptight, maybe it was the liquor or she wasn't on her Princess duties, but she most definitely enjoyed the lounge atmosphere. All she wanted to do was dance and have a great time.

And that's exactly what they did.

Luckily for the two of them, because of the Herb, they couldn't get too drunk but drunk enough to love the feeling.

Erik saw a whole other side of Imani. She had no shame on dancing on him, dancing on the sofa, hell even dancing on the table. Her shoes were off and her locs were now in a pony tail.

Something that he learned about her, this girl can dance and move. He loved it.

Luckily with her outfit on, she could move in anyway she wanted with out exposing herself, after all she was a royal. Erik sat on the couch with her on the glass table with a glass of Crown Royal in one hand, and a blunt in the other smirking at the princess in front of him.

"Mani, you having a good time?" he yelled over the music. She stopped dancing for a moment to look at him, with the goofiest smile on her face.

"Oh I'm having a blast." she said back to him before she stepped down. "Though I could be having way more fun." she said smirking at him as he raised an eyebrow at her.

"Mhm.. and how is that?"

"Well I'm not going to lie. That Henny drink made me feel a little funny." she admitted, a blush obvious. He knew exactly what she meant. In this moment, no matter how loud the music was, it felt like it was just the two of them in this club.

"Yeah... It does that." he laughed as she scoffed.

"You did this on purpose!" she said hitting his chest. "Though I really don't mind it." she finished. Erik knew she was a little tipsy, and wasn't sure if she was only saying it because she was. He knew if he did anything without her consent, his manly parts would most definitely be on display for the whole world to see by the morning. But it was like she read his mind.

"No worries. I'm still in my right mind about you." she told him then whispered in his ear. "About us." He closed his eyes, damn near taking her out right now but he stopped himself.

"Alright how about this? Don't drink for the next hour so you can sober up a little. Then, if you can tell me this again by the night at the hotel, I'll give you what you need. But I'm not touching you for the hour till you're clear." he looked her in the face before she nodded.

"Fair deal." she leaned over pecking him on the lips before standing up.

"Aye Erik!!" The two of them looked and saw two guys walking up the steps as Erik stood up.

"What up with y'all niggas!" Erik exclaimed giving each of them a bro hug.

"We could be asking you the same shit!" The light skinned one laugh.

Both of them were tall, one being light skinned and the other being dark skinned. The light skinned had tattoos running up his arm and neck, with curly hair. He was tall but slimmer than Erik. The darksinned one rocked locs with blonde tips, and had only one arm of tattoos. They were dripped out in Ice, most definitely looking like they had much money as Erik.

"Wayne and Jeremiah, this is my ole lady, Imani. Imani, these are my bestfriends Wayne and Jeremiah." she walked from behind the two with her hands out for them to shake.

"It's nice to finally meet you two. Erik always tell me crazy ass stories from back in y'all university days." she giggled as Wayne laughed.

"It's nice to meet you too Princess Imani." he said shaking her hand.

"Eh, I'm not formal type. Imani will do just fine." she told them.

"Okay Miss Imani." Jeremiah chuckled. As the three best friends started to catch up, Imani looked over the rail looking at all the people in the lounge. Some of them were waving up at her, and taking videos but one caught her eye.

Arianna Cope.

She was in her own VIP section across the lounge with her girl friends. With a twitch of her an eye, she looked back at Erik who was still talking to her. She looked back over and saw Arianna looking right back at her.

Giving her a stink look, Arianna rolled her eyes and started talking to her friends as they looked back at her also. Their fingers were pointing at her, it was obvious that they were talking shit about her and started to get aggressive. The next thing she knew, they were leaving their lounge and making their way across the club. The two men left as she she walked over to Erik before whispering in his ears,

"That Arianna girl is in here Erik." she told him. He turned around to look at her and saw that her face was annoyed.

"She is? Where?"

"She's making her way over here." she told him as he scoffed.

"There is security guards at the entrance of the VIP. They ain't coming up here." he reassured her. "Don't worry."

"Oh I'm not worried. Though she better be. I will fuck her up." she warned him. The threat caught him off guard as she usually isn't the one going out looking for a fight, though she did have a mouth on her.

"Oh I know, you don't have to tell me." he chuckled. He heard about the damage that the Silver Leopard has done, even on the personal missions she's done within the months.

As she was about to say something, she heard the commotion down stairs of girls yelling. "I fucking know him! Lemme up!" One voice exclaimed.

"Tell that gorilla lookin ass bitch up there to come down here with her scary ass!" Another voice said.

"Gorilla!?" she looked at Erik in shocked as he shook her head, scared that the liquor might just encourage her to beat all they asses. "Oh fuck no!" she walked to the entrance as Erik blocked her from exiting by grabbing her and holding her by the waist.

"Nah let the bitch go. Let's see what this hoe really about!" Arianna exclaimed as Erik attempted to push her to the corner. Erik knew as soon as he let her go, she could do some serious damage to all parties involved, maybe even a few deaths.

All by herself.

"Mani... chill. You know you have advantage over them, you don't want to cause a bad image for yourself." he reasoned with her. She looked at him. "Don't react to it. You got way more to loose than her." he whispered to her as she looked at him. She was mad, but it seemed like Erik was good, even great, at calming her.

"Go down there and fix it before I do."

Knowing there wasn't an ounce of a lie with that statement, without second thought, Erik was making there way down the steps to see that issue.

"Fuck you Erik! Tell that bitch to come down the steps."

"Arianna she ain't coming down to do shit! The fuck is you here for anyways!?" he yelled at her, a barrier of men between him and her.

"Nigga you do realize what the fuck happened right!? The whole entire world is making her a life a living fucking hell because of what you posted nigga." one of her bestfriends, Janiah, claimed.

"I should have my brother come up here and shoot you in your shit bitch ass nigga!" Arianna exclaimed chucking her stlleto at his head, but with his quick reflexes he dodged it.

"All because you lied on me?" he exclaimed with a laugh. "Get these bitches outta my fucking club." he told the guards walking up. They continued to protest and yell but they were taken out, cameras video tapping everything.

It was around 12 o'clock at night when Imani let her him know that she was ready to head back home. The two of them exit the club, with him carrying her as she couldn't properly walk in her heels anymore because she was sore and lightly tipsy.

"We love you Princess Imani!!!" She heard a couple of black girls say at the entrance as she smiled and waved at them.

"I LOVE YOU MORE!!!" she exclaimed as they fan-girled at the princess.

"Okay get in the car." Erik chuckled placing her in back seat of the SUV, him waving at the fans before he too entered. She sat diagonally across the seat, as Erik put her feet into hid lap massaging it.

"Ya know, it feels like I'm getting sobered enough.." she trailed off, moving her feet across his lap in a slow motion. He looked at her with a look that she didn't recognized, but boy did she love it.

He looked almost primal the way he was looking at her, and his mouth was sure as hell watering at the sight of her. All tonight with her dancing, she teased the hell out of him.

If he thought that was teasing, he was sure as hell in a rough ride back to the hotel.

"Do you mind letting the visor up please?" she asked the driver as he nodded. Erik knew she was bold, hell, every statement that went out of this girls mouth was nothing but bold. But this really was the icing on top of the cake.

"No problem Princess Imani." And with that the visor went up as he looked down at his Rolex.

"You do know you have exactly 23 minutes left right?" he warned her as she rolled her eyes.

"Are you really being so technical?" she whispered crawling onto his lap. His eyes were low from the blunts that he smoked, Imani damn near dripping at the sight of him.

"Imani... what are you doing?" he asked looking up at her.

"You said you wouldn't touch me. You didn't say anything about me touching you." she whispered, biting his ear lobe. He closed his eyes, with her placing small kisses from the bottom of his ear, down his neck. Her hips slowly started to wine, as she lifted her dress just a tad bit.

"Fuck Mani, your killing me." he grabbed her waist about to help himself but she smacked his hands. "Aht aht, you still have about-" she grabbed his hand looking at his Rolex. "About less than 22 minutes. You don't get to touch me yet." she smirked at him. If looks could kill, this girl would have been dead by the look he was giving her.

He nodded his head, his tongue gliding across the inside of his cheeks. "You playing with fire, I hope you know that." his tone was about a couple of octaves deeper as she bit her lip.

"Mmm something in me don't believe that." she smirked, questioning his ability. He didn't get offended, he didn't roll his eyes. He just smiled at her.

That fucking smile.

"Bet."

All through out the ride, Imani did everything in her power to get him to break. She don't know if she admired or was pissed off at his strength to keep his hands to himself. When they arrived at the hotel, he stepped out. He picked her up out of the vehicle due to the lack of shoes, before entering the elevator that was to the pent house floor.

He placed her down, his stare intensely on her as she bit her lip at him. He clenched his fist, again biting the inside of his cheek. They arrived to the top floor, as she turned around walking into the hotel suit. She was about to make her way to her room but he stopped her.

"And where you think you going?" he asked tilting his head, a smirk on his face.

"To my room to-"

"Take yo ass in my room Mani." he cuts her off, moving aside to let her walk in front of him. This cut throat Erik was new to her. If this way any other situation, he would have been cussed clean the fuck out. She stared at him in shock, before he laughed.

"Oh you thought I was playing. Take yo sexy ass in my fucking room. I'm not telling you again." he told her. Walking passed him, she walked down the hall to his room as he followed behind her, watching her ass jiggle in the dress. He walked behind her, shutting the door. He looked at the two glasses and the bottle of henny before he poured himself another drink.

As dominant as she was in the real world, she never knew she would get so turned on by a man telling her what to do. In her past sex life, she was always the one in charge. This.. was entirely new to her.

"I think you have about three minutes left." he taunted her. She bit her lip looking at the clock before turning to him.

"I can do a lot in three minutes." she told him, he nodded in agreement.

"Yeah I know." he chuckled taking the mint gum out of his mouth, throwing it away and taking the glass of Henny down the throat. He took off his jacket throwing it somewhere in the room. "You have no understanding how I'm about to fuck the shit outta you do you?" he bent down in front of her. The mint with the whiskey smell was damn near intoxicating itself.

"I don't, you do have two minutes to explain it though." she batted her eyelashes at him.

"I don't know whether I want to eat that pussy first because I know she's wet, or making you deep throat my dick for all this teasing. Either way you getting a treatment of both. Then, I'm bending you over the bed and making you take all this dick, I don't care if you cum a hundred times. Take you to the window, fuck you while you looking at my city. Take yo ass in the shower, give you all this dick in there." he spoke. Speechless, she started to move her thighs together. Licking his lips, he looked down at her moving her thighs. He stood up straight before saying,

"Play with that pussy for me." she stood up, slipping out of the dress, him seeing that she didn't have on any under garnments.

"Mani.." he tsked. "You were planning this entire time to get some dick." he said in more of a statement.

"How could I not?" she sat back on the bed. Opening her legs, she showed him her waxed pussy with her own happy tail, widening her legs to give a view of her pussy.

"Yeahhh." he kneeled down getting a front row seat. "Such a pretty pussy..." he whispered to himself. "Since you wanna show me this pussy like a lil hoe, gone head and fuck yourself like one." he said, still starring at it. Slowly, she moved her legs between her thighs as her hands were placed on her swollen clit. Using her index and middle finger, she moved her finger on her clit with pressure as she closed her eyes.

"Mhmm." she let out a moan. Her wetness was producing, knowing the fact that she was playing with herself in front of him. Months ago, if you told her that this is where she would be at, she would have laughed in your face. Yet, here we are.

"I said fuck yourself like a slut. Add a finger or two in there before I do it." he warned her. Trailing down to her entrance, following his instructions, she started to fuck herself with her fingers. She's done this before in the comfort of her own privancy, but it ain't never felt this way before.

"Oooh goodness..." she gasped, hitting her g-spot.

"Fuck you already creaming?" he asked her. He looked down at his watch. "You gotta minute to make yourself cum. Then your mine for the taking." she continued to fuck herself, she knew she wouldn't be able to do it in the moment, but this was Imani we were talking about. She always loved a challenge.

"Erik!!" she exclaimed as he shook his head.

"Nah, moan the name I was given."

"N'Jadaka..." she moaned. With the hour finally up, he slapped her hand away.

"Move." Was all he said. She moved her fingers, him grabbing them and placing them in his mouth and with the others slid two fingers inside her. "Yeah.... I like that." he heard the wet noise her pussy was making as she moaned.

"Fuck... finger my pussy just like that." she gasped out. He spat on her clit making her gasp as he stood back up. Grabbing the back of her hair, he pulled her so that she was looking at him.

"Daddy making this pussy feel right, ain't he?" he smiled at her.

That smile was what made the dam broke. "Fuuuck you..." she moaned as she came all on his fingers as he laughed. He grabbed her legs opening them before his face was between her thighs, and happily eating her pussy. He rotated between slurping on her clit and tongue fucking her. Her hands were in his dreads yanking as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

"Ohh my goodness.." she gasped out. Her head fell back as her eyes rolled to the back of her head as Erik continued to eat her out, purposely making the slurping sounds just so she knew her pussy tasted good.

"I-I don't think I can come again." he pulled away, slapping her clit as she bucked her hips.

"Shut the fuck up and let me eat this pussy." And with that, his tongue was back like it never left.

"Daddy.. shit!" she felt the familiar feeling in her stomach, her cumming all over again on his tongue and face, yet he still did not stop.

He was here to prove a point, and my God was the point being proven.

"Daddy please!" she moaned out. The sound of her calling him daddy could've made his dick rip his pants rip at the seems. Yet, she didn't know if she was begging him to stop or to keep going.

This feeling, she have never felt before. There was a pressure she felt that she just let go. "Fuck mamas." he whispered astonished at the juices squirt outta her.

"OOHHH MYY GODD." she grabbed the blankets as he stood up taking off his shirt. As he unbuckled his pants, she sat up kissing him on the lips as he deepened the kiss. Letting his pants fall to the floor and stepping out, he grabbed her face kissing her as her hands went to his dick pulling the waist down. With his dick free, he stepped outta his underwear as she grabbed it.

She pulled away to get sight of it how it felt, because the way it felt didn't make sense.. that was until she saw it.

"All this... for me to play and fuck with?"

The way she sounded innocent , but was talking about fucking his big dick made his dick jump in her hand. Astonished she pushed him back as she slid outta bed onto her knees looking at him.

"You want this dick in your throat?" he asked her, slapping her in the face a few times with it as she nodded.

"Yes please, sir."

"Open." Right on command, her mouth was open and watering as he entered her mouth throwing his head back. Taking a minute to adjust to his size, it wasn't long before his dick was down her throat.

"Put your hands in your lap, let daddy fuck this slutty throat." he begged her. Following his instructions, with her head against the bed and him, she had no where to go as he attacked her throat.

"That's it... fuck." With her throat tightening and the wetness combined, he wasn't sure if he could last this long in her throat. With one hand she played with her right nipple, and with her other hand she started to fuck herself again with his fingers.

He heard the wetness of her pussy as he smirked down at her. "I love a bitch that gets wet at sucking my dick. Ima make you a feen for this dick you hear me, Mani?" he groaned as she nodded choking.

"Ima have you willing to take this dick anywhere and anytime, no matter who fucking watching. You like that don't you." she moaned over his dick as slob ran down her chest and to her pussy. He pulled away making her gasp for air. He grabbed her by the throat, making her kiss him, messy and all.

He lifted her up on the bed, throwing her in the middle she opened her legs for him. He crawled between her thighs, teasing her entrance with the tip of dick.

"Mmm look all that." he whispered to himself, her wetness spreading across his tip. "You know how long I've been waiting on this?" he asked pushing into her as she gasped out loud.

"Oh my-" he grabbed her by the cheeks making him look at her.

"You know how long I've been waiting on this?" he asked her again, pulling out then entering again as she moaned.

"N-no-"

"Since I met your pretty ass. Give up this pussy just...like...that." between each word, he fucked into her as she screamed. Covering her mouth with his hand, he smirked at her.

"You want everybody hearing how you giving this pussy up, huh?" she shook her head. "Alright, shut the fuck up." he said fucking her harder. Her eyes was half way open as she grabbed his wrist. She looked up at him with a surprise look on her face, his tip damn near beating her G-Spot.

"Look at the dumb look on your face. You didn't believe me when I told your ass you was playing with fire." he pulled his hands away. He grabbed the back of her knees pushing them to her chest, fucking her again.

"Daddy.." she gasped rubbing her clit as he leaned down kissing her.

"You look so pretty when you take this dick. Daddy loves making you look like this."

All this time he known this girl, she was never seen unkept. Not a hair out of place. The way she looked right now, he was happy he was the only one to be able to see her like this.

"Oh goodness, I think I'm gonna-" the splashing sounds that hit both her and his skin was heard between the two of them. The dangerous man didn't even stop fucking her, just kept it going.

"JADAKA!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. He sat back up, still fucking her, before flipping her on her stomach.

"Don't make me ask for it." Was all he said, and surprisingly enough, she knew. She arched her back, Erik smiling down at the sight.

"I think I know my favorite way to see you." he smacked her ass a good couple of times before forcing her on his dick. "Damn.. this pussy." he moaned out fucking her nice and slow. The mirror that was in front of the bed caught everything the thing two was doing. She looked inside the mirror at him as he continued to fuck her.

"Fuck daddy.." she whimpered as he continued to fuck her at the slow pace.

"I know... I feel that pussy tightening and getting wet on me. You like watching yourself get fucked don't you?" he asked her as she nodded.

"Come on, fuck this dick. Show daddy you deserve to get this dick when ever you want." Without changing a thing, she threw her ass back on him like her life depended on it.

"Mmm I love fucking this dick daddy." she whimpered out, the smacking sounds echoing in the room.

"That's right..." he groaned out smacking her ass cheeks a couple of time. "Show me how much of a slut you can be for daddy." he said watching her ass bounce on him.

He was caught by surprised by how much wetness and cream she was producing, she was most definitely turned on by the sight of him fucking her in the mirror.

"Kinky ass bitch." he told her, grabbing her locs, bringing her back to his chest. His face hovered hers, smiling in her face as he fucked her at a fast pace.

"Damn it daddy. Your beating up my pussy!" she gasped out.

"You mean I'm beating up MY pussy? Yeah I know. Shut up and take it bitch." he told her. Her hands grabbed the blankets below her as she bit her lip. He reached around with his other hand, rubbing at her clit as her mouth opened in shock. Erik took the opportunity to give her one last sloppy kiss before spitting in her mouth.

He knew she was a slut, but once she came again from the crude action, it confirmed it. He pulled out getting out of bed, before grabbing her by the ankles and lifting her up now that the bed was soaked. Turning her against the glass window, and facing her back, he lifted a leg up and inserted again.

"Fuck.. why are you fucking me like this?" she moaned out. It was a serious question. There was no reasonable answer on planet Earth why this man would be fucking her like this... or she thought.

"Walk around with a smart ass mouth all the fucking time, you just needed some good dick, right?" he taunted her as she nodded moaning. He smacked her cheek a little to let her know he wanted to hear words. "Mhm, speak when I'm talking to you. I know you got manners Princess Imani." he taunted her again.

"Yes!" she yelled.

"Noo say I needed some good dick."

"I just needed some good dick daddy!" she moaned out, with her hands on the window.

"Yeah.. and who's giving you this good dick?"

"F-Fuck you are!" she exclaimed as he smiled at her. He put his head in the crook of her neck before whispering.

"Ima nut." he pulled out, bending her over as he came all over her ass.

"Fuuuuuuck!" he groaned out. Breathing hard and heavy, he picked her up, taking him to his bathroom.

"Like I said I ain't done with yo ass yet. Take ya ass in the shower."

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[gothicwidowsworld]

Childhood Crushes M.A

Easily manipulated was not a description Y/N L/N’s would associate with herself, in fact the y/h/c young woman wouldn’t describe herself as someone who was easily manipulated at all. She prided herself on being a strong, independent, hardhead young woman and yet she could never say no to Marcus Armstrong. Marcus was a master manipulator especially when it came to her, all the Kiwi Racer had to do was shoot her a dazzling smile or mumble some sweet words paired with gentle kisses against the nape of her neck and she fell for his request hook, line and sinker. 

Perhaps that’s what led to her being sandwiched between two drivers on a compact three-seater sofa donning an oversized Dallas Cowboys team jersey. The successful Screaming Meals podcast was filming yet another episode and despite having Red Bull Junior Jak Crawford as their special guest the y/h/c young woman found herself also roped into discussing racing whilst sampling some wine that Clément Novalak an apparent want to be sommelier would no doubt fawn over. 

Despite having previous history with the Screaming Meals trio, Y/N had not prepared herself to relive the awkward topic of childhood crushes, Clém & James already regularly took the piss out of her regarding her taste in men (Marcus), the ongoing joke wasn’t malicious, more brotherly teasing but it could get tiring extremely quickly. “So, what about you Y/N/N who was your Disney childhood crush?” the French native asked, his narrowed dark hazel eyes sparkling with mischief from beneath his cap. Y/N could curse the goatee wearing f2 Driver to hell and back, a message that was clearly received as the man in question recoiled slightly from the young woman's burning glare. “I mean I wasn’t really a Disney channel kid… I was more of a Doctor Who & Merlin kid to be honest.” the brit replied with a shrug satisfied with her response, before sighing at the looks from the boys surrounding her, the young woman’s original answer clearly not cutting it.  “What did they not have Disney channel in England or something?” Marcus asked in faux ignorance, the microscopic twitch of his upper lip betraying his need to smirk at the girl.  

Groaning Y/N pondered for a second adjusting her position on the sofa as she racked her brains, she really hadn't watched Disney channel as a kid aside from the couple of episodes on hotel tv often in a language she couldn’t speak. The younger girl instead watched things like The Sarah Jane Adventures or more ashamedly Wolfblood. “Fine I guess if I was really pressured it would probably have been Sterling Knight AKA Chad Dylan Cooper.” 

“Ooh that makes so much sense…” James interrupted a look of understanding washing over his face. “What’s that?” y/n asked in confusion, reaching forward to grab her discarded glass of wine, a small pool of silky maroon red still present in the glass. “Why your type is a cocky bastard who smiles too much” James quipped back, the insurance broker's face turning slightly pink as a small chortle escaped. “I know that's supposed to be an insult James but jokes on you just proves I was always Y/N’s type… even if she did reject me every day for a year straight.” Marcus argued gleefully, wrapping an arm around the y/s/c woman, the second half of his sentence trailing off as he realised he’d in turn insulted himself. 

[lovebombs4life]

need some dom!michael 😭

pay back - m.g.c.

requested: yeah 🫶 thinking of kiwi by harry styles while i write this.

a/n: SHE SITS BESIDE ME LIKE A SILHOUETTE

cw: SMUT!!!! choking, oral (m), throat fucking, dom!michael

———

michael had been streaming on twitch for what felt like hours. it had only been an hour and twenty minutes and he usually ended stream at the hour and thirty minute mark.

i walked to the office door, peaking my head in. “hold on guys, y/n just walked in.” he said, sliding his headphones off.

“what’s up love?” he asked turning his chair around. i shrugged.

“just miss you. how much longer on stream?” pouted, sitting on the couch next to his desk set up.

i was off screen now, playing with the hem of my shirt. “only about ten to fifteen more minutes, angel, then we can go cuddle, okay?” he spoke. i nodded, throwing my head back against the couch.

ten minutes quickly turned into twenty, and i knew that he wouldn’t be done anytime soon. i got down off the couch, crawling on the floor under his desk. i tugged at his shorts, making him glance down for a second.

he muted his mic and covered the camera quickly. “what are you doing?” he asked with his eyes wide.

“wanna suck your cock, sir.” i said, looking up at him through my lashes. he groaned slightly, lifting his hips a little so i could pull down just enough to get his cock out.

he unmuted his mic, and put his hand down, continuing his game. i kitten licked his tip, and slowly ran my tongue up and down his length.

his thighs tensed up, and his cock twitched at the feeling. i smirked, taking him in my mouth fully. i breathed softly from my nose, letting him hit the back of my throat.

my nose pressed to his pelvis, his happy trail tickling my face. hollowed my cheeks, causing more suction around him. he shifted around, and quickly said goodbye to the stream before ending it and shutting his system down.

once it was off, he let out a moan, grabbing my hair as i bobbed my head up and down. he pulled me off his cock, forcing me to look up at him.

“such a naughty girl. trying to get me off stream all because you’re a needy little slut? so pathetic.” he said, pulling me hair back farther. he pulled me out from under the desk and pushed me to the couch. he pulled his shorts off his legs, his shirt following quickly after.

“gonna act like a naughty girl then you’re gonna be treated like one too. strip.” he commanded. i got up slowly, sliding my shirt off to reveal i wasn’t wearing anything else underneath the large piece of clothing.

“you came in here knowing exactly what you wanted now, didn’t you?” he said, grabbing my throat. i nodded my head.

“words, angel.” he said. i sucked in a breath. “yes sir.” i spoke meekly. he smirked at me.

“good girl. now get in your knees.” he instructed. i sunk to the floor, looking up at him. he grabbed his cock, pumping it a few times.

he hit his tip on my mouth, singalong for me to open up. i did so, opening wide, sticking my tongue out for him. he grumbled as he slid down my throat with ease, starting a steady pace.

i choked and gagged on him, making him chuckle. he slapped my face lightly, making me moan around him.

“so fucking dirty. such a good little slut, baby.” he praised, wiping drool that fell from my mouth. my eyes watered, tears falling down my face.

he pulled out of my mouth, helping me stand up. he laid me back on the couch, grabbing my legs and spreading them wide open.

“fuck, y/n, so wet for me angel, all that from getting throat fucked?” he asked. i nodded my head before speaking.

“love your cock, mikey, want it so bad.” i mewled. he grabbed my leg, resting it on his shoulder. he rubbed his cock over my folds, collecting my wetness.

he chuckled as i squirmed around, holding me flat. he pushed himself into my pussy roughly, making a scream rip from my throat.

“fuck! sir, please, fuck me!” i cried. he slapped my face again, gripping onto my throat.

the veins in his cock rubbed inside my walls, and his tip kissed at my cervix as he pounded into me. the sounds of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy filled the room, along with the slapping of our skin, and my loud moans.

“being such a good girl for me now. couldn’t have waited for my cock earlier? couldn’t have sat there and even good?” he taunted me.

i rolled my eyes back as he lifted my other leg over his shoulder, hitting inside me deeper. he wrapped his arms around my legs, holding me tight as his cock reached far inside my heat.

“you gonna cum babygirl? can feel how you’re squeezing my cock, angel, go on baby,” he spoke, leaning into me, going farther.

“cum for me.” he growled, pounding into me, making me scream, gasping for air. i rolled back my eyes, squeezing them shut.

i gripped onto the couch cushions as i came on his cock, feeling my wetness flow out. he darkly grinned, still pounding into me. i cried as it became too much.

“fuck, mikey! need you to be done.” my body shook.

he chuckled. “thats not our safe word darling. this is pay back for what you pulled while i was on stream.” he said, his nails digging into my thighs.

i whimpered as he hit at a different angle, pushing at my g-spot. “shit, baby, gonna cum.” he moaned. just as i rode out another orgasm, he pulled out of me, his cum dripping from my thighs.

i gasped for air, shaking. he laid down on the couch next to me, pulling me close to him. he squeezed onto me, kissing my head as my breathing regulated.

“did i hurt you, darling?” he asked. i shook my head.

“even if you did, it was your pay back.” i giggled, turning my head back to kiss him.

“let go get cleaned up.” he spoke pulling me up off the couch. he led me to our bedroom, and into our bathroom.

“or…” i trailed off as he turned on the shower. “we go for round two in the shower?” i asked. he looked back at me, smirking.

he pulled back the curtain, stepping in.

“well, let’s get to it then.”

[rowretro]

✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

WARNINGS: Kissing, fluff fluff and fluff, riki being riki?

✧CHAPTER 9✧

✧tag list✧: @chlorinecake @nikisdubblchococake @enhypensccstarlight @strwberrydinosaur @sunghoonsbeautymark @strawbsj 

The coming months in France flew by quickly, the two owned a little Café, that was pretty successful and fun to work in. Kyle learning new vocabulary, so many words, dada, daddy, wiki, kiwi, papa, stupid, but just not the word mama. "Ma.. ma, mama!" Riki said as the baby giggled "Dada!" he said giggling as Riki shook his head "mama" "dada!" "No Kyle- ma ma mama!" "dadadadadadada" the baby repeated, smacking Riki. "Such a daddy's boy" y/n fake pouted as the baby mischievously giggled.

Kyle's two hands smacked both side's of Riki's face, trying to turn Riki's attention away from y/n and onto him "my dada!" The boy cooed as Riki snickered. "Riki- god sake what the fucking fickle headed fuck is this?" y/n asked as she took out a frozen pair of underwear out of the freezer with the stick-end of her broomstick as Riki pulled away from the baby. "Ah there it is! my favourite pair of boxers-" The boy smiled, taking the frozen boxers from her, as she stared in shock.

"What- how- you know what I don't even want to know" y/n defeatedly said as Riki shrugged "Good because trust me you do not want to know-" The boy said. Riki kissed her forehead, as he went to defrost his underwear somehow. After giving up on his favourite strawberry boxers, which took him around 30 minutes, Riki came downstairs only to find y/n smiling and playing with baby Kyle. The baby giggled as he pulled softly on Rowan's long hair, the girl leaned in kissing the baby's forehead.

"dada wiki!" the baby called out, pointing at Riki who smiled at the baby. Riki joined the 2 kissing both the baby and y/n. "Babe- Someone ordered 30 cupcakes for delivery... can you help we with them when the baby's asleep?" y/n asked as Riki nodded.

And so, when the baby was asleep, the 2 were in the kitchen, peacefully baking. Once the red velvet and vanilla cupcakes were in the oven, y/n turned the timer. "Ok I already got the frosting ready- and they want the silver balls for sprinkles ok?" Y/n said as Riki, just stared at her. His eyes held nothing but love and adoration. "Babe- ki- rikiii- oi kiwi!" y/n snapped Riki out of his thoughts as he raised his eyebrow.

"What is it with you to calling me kiwi?... you're the one with the kiwi mango lip gloss- do I kiss you too much?" Riki asked raising his eyebrow as the girl frowned. "Hmm whatever, I like kiwis" the boy smirked, as he cornered y/n in the kitchen, her back against the counter, his arms trapping her either side, as he leaned into her face. "Hmm you look so pretty you know, but ever since we got to France, you look way more alluring than usual..." Riki added, his hand softly holding hers as he placed it on his chest, where his heart is.

"See what you're doing to my heart princess?... It feels like its been so long since we last kissed" Riki added as he leaned in dangerously close to her lips. His eyes flickered from her lips to her awestruck eyes. Her lips slightly parted, her heart beating like crazy. She's never seen such a loving, romantic side to Riki. It's like lightning struck her heart. her eyes closing as she felt Riki's plush lips on hers. However their kiss was short lived as the alarm for the oven went off.

Y/n flinched as Riki turned the oven off, taking the baked cupcakes out. The girl checked if they were thoroughly cooked, then left them to cool down. Riki's arm's wrap around her waist, his chin resting upon her head. God how bad he wanted her all to herself. Wanted everyone to know she's his darling, his world, his everything. He just wanted to marry her. Of course the rings and paper won't change much, but he wants it to be official, completely unaware of what y/n wants. He never knew she felt the same... he just assumed she'd be afraid to do so.

Oh if only he knew...

✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

[everythingunderthestarsthings]

When you fall asleep in their room

For characters: Jeremie Belpois, Odd Della Robbia, Ulrich Stern, William Dunbar

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Fighting X.A.N.A. was a job that should come with more coffee, you think as you sway through the halls of the Kadic dormitory.

Classes were over for the day, and so were your detention duties at the library and the garden shed.

The library duty was actually Aelita's, but before Jim could brand her with detention, you had swooped in to take the blame. It had become an unspoken rule amongst the others that Aelita -- baby angel -- shouldn't go through any more than she was already going through, so if she was in trouble for something, they would do anything for her.

Come to think of it, that's how we began, anyway... you think sleepily, rubbing your eyes as you find the room you're looking for. There is never any need to knock -- you just open the door and make a beeline for whatever free space is available.

A voice calls your name just as you plop headfirst onto the mattress.

"I'm crashing here." you announce before making yourself more comfortable and snuggling against the pillow.

You hear a chuckle and a reply.

Jeremie:

"You're as bad as Odd these days."

You're already asleep by then, so Jeremie just smiles to himself and gets back to his work on the antivirus.

However, he cannnot get work done.

Your relationship is fairly new, but the two of you have actually been friends throughout Kadic, but these naps mean something else to him now that you're both romantic partners.

It's not the first time you've crashed in his room unannounced, but that's the thing -- he likes it! He loves that you feel like it's a safe place for you to let your guard down.

You actually sleeping in his room also encourages him to work harder so that he can wow you with his techie prowess by making more progress on something that would help them fight X.A.N.A.

After a few minutes, though, he locks his bedroom door and crawls into bed beside you.

His sleep schedule is whack now, but because of that, he knows when Jim would come on rounds -- in fact, he can tell from five rooms away -- so he wants to nap with you for a while.

Sometimes he just lays with you for a while, listening to your breathing sounds (it calms him) before getting back to work.

Sometimes, he kisses your forehead and naps with you, with your foreheads touching as you lay side by side.

Odd:

"Hold on, sweetie, I'll join you too."

Ulrich: "Again?!"

Odd, and you at the same time: "Piss off, Ulrich."

Ulrich shrugs and either a) goes somewhere else or b) plugs in his earphones and chills there itself.

Odd loves cuddles!

He settles Kiwi down (or has him join too, if you're a dog person) and joins you on the bed.

You hum and nuzzle into the crook of his neck with your arms around his waist.

Odd actually cried out of joy the first time you did this. Ulrich has pictures.

Now he smiles and hugs your waist back, resting his chin on his head and closing his eyes.

Both you and Odd fall asleep within minutes.

If either of you gets warm or your limb falls asleep, you automatically switch positions in your sleep.

Odd can do anything in his sleep. One time, he dog-walked Kiwi while asleep and the gang had no idea what to do with him until Yumi came to the rescue (Hiroki probably had sleepwalking episodes).

Both of you wake up to a) Jeremie alerting them all about X.A.N.A., b) Jim coming on rounds, c) Kiwi jumping on Odd, or d) Ulrich drawing on one of your -- or both -- faces.

Ulrich:

"At this rate, you're practically my roommate, babe."

He crawls into bed with you, with a couple kisses on your face (this is when Odd isn't around or when Odd is napping too). "But I don't mind."

When Odd's there, he's just less cheesy and just climbes onto bed.

Ulrich is either sitting next to you or lying down next to you. He may not feel sleepy when you do sometimes, but he wants to be next to you when you're napping in his room.

Sometimes he finds your hand and plays with your fingers.

Odd: "You've got a real finger thing, Ulrich."

Ulrich: "Shut the hell up, Odd, and if you wake (y/n) up, I will bring hell to you."

When he naps with you, he prefers to be the big spoon and you the little spoon. I feel like Ulrich doesn't necessarily like the feeling of someone breathing on him.

Sometimes he hums to you (Odd can be present for this, he doesn't care).

Sometimes he whispers how much he loves you and how happy and lucky he is to have you (this happens when Odd can't hear him be cheesy).

William:

"Oh, babydoll..."

William loves you coming over like this.

He does not care if he has homework, a call with his parents, or even a goddamn exam -- he will join you.

Unless there's a X.A.N.A. attack, ofc.

He snuggles up next to you and strokes your hair as you slowly fall asleep.

He does not move away from you one bit.

Sometimes he reads poetry or classics to you and you hum back and sleep.

Then William slowly moves your head to his chest (if you didn't already do this when he came to cuddle, that is) and keeps running a finger or two in your hair.

If you're somewhat awake enough, you move up to his face for kisses and he happily obliges.

"I love you,"

"Mm, love you too, baby."

Sometimes, William just stares at the ceiling, his mind wandering as he strokes your hair and cuddles you in your sleep. Sometimes, he joins you.

Jim knows about this because he has caught the two of you on multiple occassions in the same month.

After the fourth time, though, he just gave up and let you two be.

[yoshistack]

That's Why They Call It The Present

Surprise @leoriowithaknife! Twas I that did your @codesecretsanta present for this year!

They had many wonderful idea for prompts (some of which I may tuck into my back pocket to make at a later time), but the one that immediately jumped out to me the most was the idea of Aelita spending time with Jeremy and his family for the holiday! Giving me an excuse to write my favorite characters post one of my favorite episodes for S4? Sign me up! I had so many ideas in fact that I turned this into a series of vignettes chronicling some moments of their holiday together. It was super fun to do!

This is my first time being able to participate in this event, and I was thrilled to work on this this month. I hope you like it too!

Ao3 Version Link: Right here!

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For a second time today, she finds herself standing in front of the main gate to Kadic saying goodbye to her friends before they disperse for the holidays (“For real this time!” Odd adds with a laugh at the ridiculousness of it all). Just like before, it’s a slow trickle of departures, starting first with Yumi heading back to her house; then Odd heads off in the opposite direction toward the airport, giving a quick wave as he disappears around the corner with Kiwi in tow. Ulrich stands beside her for a while in a comfortable silence until his parents eventually pull back up in front of them, and suddenly it becomes a lot more tense. His dad doesn’t get out of the car, but the glare he sends to them speaks volumes. Ulrich doesn’t seem phased by it, merely shrugging and making a snarky remark about lion dens before pulling himself inside with a brief farewell salute towards them. Then he’s gone too.

And then that just leaves her and Jeremy.

She shifts her weight from one foot to the other and tightens her fingers around the strap to her bag. It feels surprisingly light. Did she pack enough? Should she run back to the dorm? Does she even have time? She glances down the street.

No one in sight.

Maybe she should…

A hand on her shoulder makes her jump. “Hey, relax,” Jeremy tells her. He gives her a soft smile and, as if he can read her mind for once, adds, “They wouldn’t have insisted on me inviting you if they didn’t actually want you there too.”

She clicks her tongue in thought. That may be true, but she still finds it’s hard not to feel nervous at the prospect ahead of her. This is Jeremy’s parents after all; he’s one of her best friends. “I get that, I do. But I just…” She barely suppresses the urge to sigh. “I guess I just don’t want to make a bad first impression is all,” she admits to him.

“You? Make a bad first impression?” He lets out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. “I doubt that. Especially not with them. They’re pretty easy going.”

From what she remembers of her brief encounter with his dad, she believes him. He’d seemed very kind, and Jeremy’s always spoken positively about him (which is more than she can say about how some of their other friends feel about their parents). But even the most patient of people have to have their limits, and having to travel back and forth from their home to Kadic and back again several times all because of her seems like a good way of reaching them. Surely he must be at least a little annoyed with her?

The thought of him looking at her with anything close to the ire Ulrich’s dad had looked at them with pulls a frown back across her mouth.

“Besides,” Jeremy nudges her with his shoulder to pull her out of her thoughts. He nods toward an approaching car—slightly bigger than the one he’d originally been picked up in. “I think they’ve been looking for an excuse to get to meet you for ages anyway.”

As if on cue, the car slows to a stop in front of them. She instinctively stands up straighter when the driver's side door opens and Mr. Belpois steps out. 

When he smiles down at her, it is warm. Not even a hint of irritation hidden within it. 

And just like that she remembers how to breathe again.

The remaining tension frozen in her spine melts away as he approaches with a bright look in his eyes. “You must be Aelita,” he says, voice light. “It’s so nice to finally meet you properly. Jeremy speaks a lot about you, you know.” He offers her his hand.

She takes hold of it while glancing at Jeremy with a raised brow. “Does he now?” Jeremy rubs the back of his neck sheepishly and points his gaze everywhere but at her face. She bites back the laughter threatening to spill out of her. “Thank you for inviting me,” she says instead, turning back toward his dad. At the sight of the car behind him again, she starts, “I hope it wasn’t too much of a bother…”

Mr. Belpois waves the concern off before she can even get it all out. “Not at all,” he quickly reassures her. “We’re glad to have you.” He lets go of her hand and motions toward her bag instead, which she gives to him after only a slight moment of surprise. “Shall we head off then?”

Jeremy opens one of the car doors for her while his dad goes to put her bag in the back. He’s got another grin on his face when he climbs into the seat next to her a moment later, this one decidedly more cheeky than before. “I told you it’d be fine,” he says, only just a bit smugly.

She ducks her head to hide her own growing smile. 

She’ll let him be smug. Just this once.

-

Jeremy’s mother greets Aelita the moment she steps through their front door with a hug that almost takes her off her feet. She lets out a startled sound—she’s much more used to giving those out than receiving them, but it’s not necessarily an unwelcome surprise. Jeremy laughs loud somewhere behind her, until he gets enveloped in one too the moment she lets go of Aelita. She takes a step back to get her bearings again. When she looks up, she briefly thinks she’s seeing double.

Jeremy looks a lot like his mom.

It’s clear to her where he gets his hair color from. His eyes too. In more ways than one, she notes to herself with a soft laugh as she watches them both adjust their glasses after they pull back from their long embrace. Different styles though—hers are a lighter tortoiseshell and more rectangular, as opposed to the simple black round ones Jeremy prefers.

His mother pokes and prods at him a bit, turns him around and looks him over. Has him spread his arms out to the side in a way that makes him resemble something closer to a Jeremy-sized bird spreading his wings while she notes how tall he’s gotten since he saw her last (Which, she’s not wrong; he’s gotten exceptionally lanky within the last few months alone). She both compliments him and dramatically laments over how mature he looks now. Just generally does all the things Aelita assumes must be normal for a mother to say about their son growing up.

Perhaps the most surprising part though is the way Jeremy takes it all in stride. He rolls his eyes a bit, but otherwise doesn’t at all protest any of the questioning or the way he’s being posed around like a doll on a shelf. At some point during it all he catches the look Aelita is giving him and flashes her a slightly tired smile that speaks volumes about how many times he’s gone through this before.

Something about that thought sends something warm spreading through her chest.

When she’s finally satisfied, Mrs. Belpois sends the two of them towards Jeremy’s room so they can both put their things away. Along the way she takes a look around—at the smaller, mismatched novels wedged between larger math and science books on the bookshelves, or the not quite hung straight photo of a much younger looking Jeremy’s parents hanging in the hallway. Practically every flat surface she passes has something piled on top of it, things that likely have a proper place somewhere out of sight, but were much more convenient to just keep laying around wherever they were set down last. 

To her, it all speaks to the kind of people Jeremy’s family must be like. It's a different feeling than the one she gets from Yumi’s house, where though she never feels unwelcome, things look sometimes unnaturally clean and fragile, and at times she feels she’ll ruin it all just by walking through it. Here, it’s not as neat. It’s not quite messy either, but rather… it seems lived in. Comfortably lived in.

She hasn’t really thought about what Jeremy’s house must look like since a time when the thought of living on Earth at all seemed so overwhelmingly foreign to her, but if she had to have guessed, she never would have thought where Jeremy came from would seem so… normal.

His bedroom feels much the same way. Four blue walls lined up with shelves full of artifacts that speak to the kid Jeremy used to be. Mostly, she finds upon closer examination, space related things. There’s no shortage of rocket or astronaut figures carefully lined up in front of a row of space themed books that slowly shift into computer related ones the further the row goes. An old poster with a big crease in the middle of it, crunched corners and an image of the planets of the solar system circling around a graphic of the sun printed on it is taped up beside his bed in a way not unlike the one he has back in his dorm. In one of the back corners is a desk pushed up against the wall that’s clearly where his computer set up at Kadic used to sit. Now it just holds several piles of clothes on it instead. 

The most interesting thing she finds though is a picture of a younger Jeremy on the nightstand of him with a muted smile on his face at what looks like… a swimming pool?

“My dad thought getting me involved in swimming would help me make friends as a kid,” Jeremy answers the unspoken question when he finally notices her snooping. He moves some of the clothes and sets his laptop bag down on a newly made free spot on the desk. He winces at the small layer of dust that clings to his fingers. “Sorry about the mess. It’s just, well… you know…” He shrugs, thought going unfinished.

“I think it’s perfect,” she says. Jeremy looks at her curiously. “Your family and your home. It’s all… very you.” She turns toward him fully, speaks sincerely as she looks him in the eye. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

His surprise turns to something more thoughtful. “Yeah,” he eventually agrees with a slow nod. “Neither would I.”

-

Two days into their break, and she doesn’t think she’s ever seen Jeremy look so relaxed in the entire time that she’s known him.

He’s sitting at a small table across from his mom in the living room, a game of chess laid out before them. His brow furrows in thought, hand lingers in the air above the board, until a light sparkles in his eye as a move suddenly dawns on him. In a flash, he’s moved one of his pieces and claimed one of his mother’s pawns for his own, letting out a triumphant laugh she didn’t think Jeremy was capable of in a non-XANA fighting context. While his mother contemplates her next move, he leans back in the tall wooden chair with a smirk.

Aelita can only stare. If not for the fact that his laptop (still safely nestled in its bag and tucked away around a corner just behind him) hasn’t let out so much as a peep since they got here, she’d have thought it was XANA playing some kind of longcon with her.

“Good book?” Mr. Belpois’ voice makes her jump as he enters the room holding two mugs—a hot chocolate for himself, and the one she’d requested as well.

She glances down sheepishly at the book laying forgotten in her lap. “Something like that,” she responds. She quickly sticks a nearby bookmark where she stopped (not that she made it all that far, but progress is progress) and plucks the mug with the whipped cream foaming at the top from his hand with a light, “Thank you!”

Mr. Belpois takes a seat on the old, faded sofa beside her as she takes an experimental sip. He chuckles at the delighted hum she lets out. “Good to have your approval,” he says, then follows her gaze over to the ongoing chess match. “Do you play too?” he asks after taking a sip of his own.

“Ah… no.” She admits with a wince.

Spending a year of your life believing yourself to be a computer program makes chess seem like such an incredibly boring game (no matter how much Jeremy has tried to convince her otherwise).

Mr. Belpois nods sagely. “Me either. Was always more of a checkers kind of guy myself.” He shrugs, setting his mug down onto the coffee table in front of them. “It’s nice to see them get to play again though. It’s been ages since their last match.”

She lets out another hum, this one more muted, as she watches. They both sit there in silence like that for a few minutes. That’s something Jeremy seems to have in common with his dad then: the ability to sit comfortably in silence together.

She thinks it’s a useful skill to have.

(One a ‘cousin’ of hers could stand to learn at times).

Eventually though, she speaks again. “I’m not used to seeing him this way,” she admits, still watching Jeremy as he adjusts his glasses in contemplation of his next move. “So… laid back.”

“Is he not that way at school?” Mr. Belpois asks, though the look on his face tells her he probably has an idea already.

“He’s very…” She hesitates, trying to think of the right word. “...focused, on the things he works on. It’s a fight to get him to actually take a break most of the time.”

Not that she’d believe that, seeing him right now. If she didn’t know any better, at least.

“That sounds like Jeremy alright,” Mr. Belpois agrees. “He’s always been very dedicated to his projects. His mother and I would catch him staying up at night with a flashlight trying to read just one more chapter of a book when he was younger. I was actually expecting him to be like that this time too, so this is a nice surprise.” He glances over at her, seeming to give her a once over, before he says, “I think it might have to do with you, actually.”

She blinks. “Me?”

“Well, you and the rest of your friends in any case,” he clarifies, an amused look on his face. “You all seem to be a good influence on him. Who knows? Maybe that’s what finally got through to him.”

She snorts into her drink. “Somehow, I doubt that,” she says. She can’t imagine this will last once they go back to school in a few weeks

Still, for now though…

Deep in thought, Jeremy scans over the board several times, a hand to his chin. Eventually, he spares a glance over toward her and his dad and raises a brow at the sight of them whispering to one another. She waves back, giggling at the confusion still plastered across his face.

…she’ll enjoy the peace while it lasts.

(Later that night, she takes a quick peek at the superscan when Jeremy’s not looking. Just to be absolutely sure it’s really him. She can appreciate the peace while still being safe, after all.)

-

“Aha! Found ‘em!” Jeremy calls out.

Aelita abandons the cabinet she was rummaging through, letting the door swing shut behind her with a soft bang, and wanders over to the drawer he’s just pulled open and looks inside. A small hoard of brightly colored cookie cutters stare back at them—some older and made of plastic, others quite a bit newer looking with rubber grips on top of metal. For as small as the drawer looks, it’s deceptively deep. 

“Wow,” Aelita breathes out. “That’s… a lot.”

Jeremy tries and fails to hold back a snicker when he looks up at her again. “I told you cookies were serious business around here,” he says, which, true, that is something he warned her of this morning. But she thought he’d been joking! “Help me take these over,” he says, grabbing a few.

She follows, and soon there’s a small stack of them carefully balances in her hands as they move back to the other side of the kitchen just as Mr. Belpois reenters wearing a festive looking, dark green apron. “Ah, you found them. Good,” he says with an approving nod.

She sets them down next to where the rest of the baking supplies have been sectioned off too. Jeremy sets the few he’s carrying down next to those.

One light blue one in particular catches her eye. “Ok, I understand the candy cane, the stocking, and the reindeer. But… why is there one of a rocket ship in here too?” She asks, holding the plastic cutter up.

Jeremy’s face starts to go red and reaches for it. “Oh that one isn’t–”

Mrs. Belpois beats him there and gingerly takes it from Aelita’s grasp with a soft gasp. “Oh, this one used to be Jeremy’s favorite!” 

Jeremy whines. “Mom… She doesn’t need to hear this.”

“Oh no, do go on,” Aelita counters encouragingly, a grin spreading across her face as Jeremy sputters more.

“He used to insist on a space theme,” his dad helpfully supplies as he sorts through the ingredients. “We’d made gingerbread men astronauts and planets along with everything else, because ‘Space should have Christmas too!’” His dad pitches his voice up as he says that last part, and  in such an impassioned way that she imagines it must be based on a memory.

One Jeremy must remember based on the groan he lets out. “Dad…”

“The rocket shape was always his favorite one though,” Mrs. Belpois trudges on,  placing a hand on his shoulder even as he covers his face and tries to shrink away from the conversation. “He always had to be the one to decorate them though. And the lines had to be just right! Because otherwise they wouldn’t fly, right Jeremy?” She shakes his shoulders.

Mr. Belpois starts, “Remember the year he couldn’t get any lines straight? He was so upset he–”  

“I was five!” Jeremy sputters out in protest before he can say anymore.

Aelita’s smile splits her face as she doubles over from laughter. His parents soon join in too. Jeremy’s shoulder sag in defeat and he covers his face with his hands, muttering between his fingers. It’s hard to make out most of it, though she swears she hears a “Please don’t ever tell Odd…” somewhere in there.

His secrets are safe with her…

(…Probably.)

When the time for decorating comes a few hours later, there’s a wide array of shapes to pick from. Snowmen, reindeer, and candy canes abound. Mixed in with some stars, planets, and of course, a handful of rocket ships.

Jeremy huffs when his parents insist he decorates one of them, for old time’s sake, practically shoving the icing bag in his hand. He makes a show of rolling his eyes over the whole idea. But he doesn’t ever back out of it, and Aelita catches him smiling when he thinks no one is looking at him.

Jeremy’s parents busy themselves with turning the gingerbread men into a slew of tiny astronauts. Jeremy’s dad fills in one of them with green and declares it a martian, while his mom makes a couple that look suspiciously like her and Jeremy.

Aelita, meanwhile, paints a wobbly, but familiar looking bullseye symbol across one if the planet shapes, much to Jeremy’s parents' confusion. When he catches a look at it though, he shares a knowing smile with her.

They split that one when they’re done with decorating. 

They both agree: victory never tasted so sweet.

-

Snow rolls in not too long into their holiday. When the clouds finally start to slither away a few days later, it leaves a world covered in a fluffy blanket of white in its wake. It’s not uncommon weather for the time of year, but she still finds herself absolutely enamored with it.

Jeremy humors her enthusiasm by going on walks with her when the wind doesn’t blow too badly. There’s a park a few blocks from his house they go to and people watch. Often times they see younger kids laughing and playing in the snow—sledding down hills and getting into snowball fights with each other. Sometimes they see older people grumbling to themselves as they slide around the sidewalk trying to take shortcuts to where they need to get to.

Today they pass by someone walking their dog. A husky, big in stature with bright blue eyes, trying to eagerly bound down the way and only being held back by a firm grip on its leash by its owner. 

And she finds herself staring after them long after they leave; until Jeremy calls her name. “Aelita?”

“My mother disappeared in the snow,” she finds herself saying before she can think to stop herself. Jeremy stops, guides them over to a nearby bench that’s been cleared of loose snow, and sits with her before she continues. “Around the holidays, actually. I think I got Mister Puck just before…” she trails off, frowning. She thinks that's what happened, but she can’t be sure.

Her memories are blurry like a mirror after a hit shower: clearly containing movement, but impossible to discern the details of. She can’t be sure where one thought begins and another ends.

Then remembers who she’s talking to and shakes her head. “But you knew that already, didn’t you?”

Jeremy hesitates. “Sort of,” he eventually admits, rocking his head side to side in a so-so kind of motion. He rolls his shoulders in a shrug. “Your… Hopper’s notes sort of allude to it a few times, but he never went into heavy details about it. I… kind of got the sense he didn’t want to talk about it. More than he really had to, at least.”

She hums, breathing deeply into the pink scarf he gave her back in her dorm just before they left. For once, Jeremy doesn’t have more knowledge than her about something that happened in her old life. She’s not sure whether that fact should make her feel happy or like she should cry.

“…Was it a good holiday at least?”

“What?” The sudden sound of Jeremy’s voice again startles her out of her thoughts. 

“The holiday you had. Was it a good one?” He asks again. Then, he makes a face. “Well, before… you know…”

She blinks. That’s not a question she’d ever expect to hear from him of all people. 

But if she thinks about it…

“Yes…” she says slowly, then nods, more certain. “Yes, I think it was.” She leans back against the bench, ignoring the chill seeping into her back, and furrows her brow. “I remember building a snowman. I think she helped with it…” She’s not certain on that, but the thought is nice at least, so she doesn’t challenge it.

Jeremy hums. She thinks that’s going to be the end of it. But then he’s on his feet again and holding a gloved hand out toward her. “I know it’s not the same… but do you want to try building another?” 

She stares at him with wide eyes.  Is he serious? She waits a moment, but he doesn’t waver, and never rescinds the offer.

“Who are you and what have you done with Jeremy Belpois?” she asks with a low chuckle.

She reaches out and puts her mitten covered hand into his own.

They build it behind the bench. It doesn’t end up being very big—the ground is covered but they still don’t have a lot of snow to work with. The snow is hard to pack together, and the snowballs end up being pretty misshapen. They make its face with what few mismatched pebbles they can find scattered around.

It’s not a very pretty thing to look at. But Jeremy’s laughing throughout the whole process, and she’s smiling so wide that her face hurts when they’re done.

And that’s good enough for her.

-

Christmas itself winds up being a pretty low key affair in the Belpois house. There’s no rush to get things moving by a certain time, no flurry of activity, no expectation of any kind of timeline. Things remain calm, even after they all sleep in a little.

When they do eventually get up, things are… peaceful, for lack of a better word.

It’s not always like this, Jeremy tells her as they eat breakfast later—cinnamon rolls, warm and delightfully gooey. “Most years we end up going to my aunt and uncle’s house for the holidays and meet up with extended family. And it gets really chaotic with that many people. Especially my cousin.” The face Jeremy makes at the mention leads her to believe there’s a story there, but he doesn’t elaborate. Instead, he smirks a bit and says, “But they’re out of the country this year, and some others are sick, so it’s just us this year.”

Mr. Belpois nods as he takes a sip of his coffee. “Spending time with family is nice. But there’s nothing wrong with having a quiet holiday every now and again too.”

Jeremy’s dad, she decides, is a very wise man.

They move onto opening presents afterwards. Jeremy is hesitant at first, admitting he’d wished they’d waited now to open their gifts to each other instead of letting Odd convince them back in her dorm. But she waves it off.

“I’m just happy to be here at all. Now…” She picks up the wrapped box sitting beside him on the couch and thrusts it toward his face with a grin. “Get to opening already.”

He does. Most of what he gets are clothes—more sweaters, a new coat to replace the navy one he’s been wearing that doesn’t quite fit his arms all the way anymore. Probably the most exciting thing (based on his reaction at least) is a new brown laptop bag, looking much sturdier than his threadbare green one now. He’s ecstatic, voice pitch higher as he thanks his parents earnestly. 

His parents exchange gifts with each other too. She doesn’t think she’ll ever see anyone as excited about a novelty mug as Jeremy’s mom is when it’s presented to her.

Aelita watches it all. She’s more than happy to.

…And then suddenly Mrs. Belpois holds out a small stocking stuffed with small sweets and treats out to her. “Here. It’s not much, but…”

Aelita’s at a loss for words. There hasn’t been much time to prepare something like this. When did they do this? “You really didn’t have to-”

“We know,” she interrupts her kindly, smiling. “But you’re a part of our holiday this year. And we wanted you to feel included.”

And how is she supposed to say no to that?

Most of the rest of the day playing board and card games. She dominates in Uno, Jeremy manages to spell out the word ‘supercomputer’ in a game of Scrabble, and Mr and Mrs. Belpois outlast them both in a game of Monopoly that stretches well into the evening.

(Suddenly she completely understands why Ulrich has forbidden it from ever appearing in their game nights back at school)

His parents are still duking it out over a multitude of properties when they both excuse themselves back to Jeremy’s room and decide to give the others a call.

It goes… Well…

Yumi doesn’t get much out, just a few brief words about how her holiday is going before Hiroki bursts into her room demanding she play with him in the new game he got for Christmas and drags her away. Ulrich, similarly, doesn’t say much, and based on the sound of his voice she thinks they woke him up from an attempt at going to bed early. 

Odd answers, but they can’t hear him at all. Everything is completely drowned out by a cacophony of sound Aelita eventually discerns as holiday music blasting at what she assumes has to be max volume. For a brief moment Odd’s manic cackling rings out over the sound of “All I Want For Christmas Is You”, and then the line goes abruptly dead.

…So it all goes about as well as can be expected.

“Well, at least we know they’re all alive,” Jeremy notes dryly, earning a giggle out of her. “Sorry if all this wasn’t as exciting as…” He waves vaguely.

“She shakes her head. “I think I like the energy level exactly where it’s been at today,” she tells him. “It’s been a much better way to spend the holiday than all alone in my dorm room.”

“Well, that’s not entirely true. You wouldn’t have been all alone,” Jeremy says. At the confused look she gives him, he adds with a snicker, “You would’ve had Kiwi.”

“Oh, well then in that case!” She throws her head back with a laugh. “I think I much prefer the company of you and your family.”

“Yeah,” Jeremy gets a soft look in his eye and glances at the door, the sound of his parents' voices still trailing through as their game still goes on in the background. “They’re pretty great people.” He looks back at her, smiling. “Merry Christmas, Aelita.”

She returns it. “Merry Christmas, Jeremy.”