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sub-hoshi-enthusiast · 4 years

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It is done!! I just have two more to work on before I finish up the requests :)) (also the gif 🥺🥺 mayhaps I am in love 😔💔)

⚠️Warnings⚠️: sub!hanbin, fem!dom!reader, hard degradation, small dick hanbin, public sex, sexting, window sex, use of toys (buttplug), oral (f recieving)

A Quick Visit

You are currently sitting in a meeting that honestly made you wanna shoot your brains out. You were supposed to be looking into a partnership with another company but you already knew it wasn't gonna happen, based on the fact the moment you stepped into the room he had asked you for a coffee, assuming you were some secretary or something, and then after he found out you were indeed the CEO he continuously flirted with you. You didn't know what this guy's problem was but you were certain you never wanted to see him again. You had your head resting in your hand as he continued to blabber about something, probably himself, but you had resorted to tuning him out.

Suddenly your phone started ringing, finally making him shut up. You took the object out of your pocket, furrowing your eyebrows as you saw Hanbin's name pop up.

"Uh- sorry, it's my boyfriend. He usually doesn't call me during work though." You stated quietly as you silenced your phone. The man in front of you looked down at his watch, letting out a quiet chuckle as he realized how late it had gotten.

"I guess I have kept you for quite a while. We should be heading out, but please contact us when you wanna start working." He told you with a smirk, sending you a wink as he walked out the door. His poor secretary was left to pick up all his things and race after him.

"Hey, Damien." You said, turning to said boy. He sat straight up, looking at you with attentive eyes.

"Yes ma'am?"

"Please delete his number and contact information from everything in the building." Your secretary chuckled before giving a playful salute and scurrying down the hall.

《●●●》

You slumped into your office chair, rubbing your temples in hopes it would get that insufferable voice out of your head. You had reminded yourself to call back Hanbin after he had called you during the meeting a few minutes ago, but you were just taking the time to calm down. You looked at the door when you heard a knock, calling out a "Come in" as you assumed it was Damien. Surprise flashed across your face when your boyfriend peeked his head through the door.

"Baby!" You called with a smile, sitting up straight in your chair. A quick and nervous smile flashed across his face as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. You furrowed your eyebrows as he shuffled in his place, eyes glued to the floor with the occasional glance up at you. You tilted your head as you beckoned him closer. "What's wrong sweetheart? Did something happen? Was it what you were calling about earlier?" Hanbin blinked at you.

"D-didn't you see my texts?" It was your turn to blink in confusion before pulling out your phone. Just as he said, there were about 11 missed texts from your boyfriend. You hurriedly opened them, worried something had happened. Your brain stopped when you looked at the first message. It was a picture. More importantly, it was a picture of your boyfriend with his cock leaking precum all over your panties in his hold as he bit down on his plump bottom lip. Drool pooled in your mouth as you read the following messages.

I miss you

I was doing the laundry like you told me to but I found these and I remembered how pretty you looked in them and I just couldn't help myself :(

I hope you're not mad at me :((

…

Maybe I could come make it up to you?

I know how you love the thought of fucking me where anybody could see how good I am for you

And we both know I'm not quiet so I'd have to try and be extra quiet cause the thought of someone catching us would be so embarrassing but god would it be hot

Now I'm all worked up again miss…

2 Missed Calls from 💖Hanbin💖

💖Hanbin💖 has sent an image

I'll be there in a few minutes <3

The image he sent was a mirror selfie of the outfit he was currently wearing, but he was pulling down the pants a bit over his hip to show off the panties that he had been using in the first pic. You heard your boyfriend whimper at the growl you let out upon seeing the scandalous messages he had sent you. Your eyes glanced up at his figure. Hanbin audibly gulped when you backed your chair away from your desk and motioned him closer. When he was standing between you and the desk you stood, making him yelp as his back hit the wood behind him. His breathing was uneven as you brought your hand up to his face to softly brush some hair out of his face.

"You're such an insatiable little whore, aren't you? Showing up here in hopes of getting your dick wet. You couldn't even wait five minutes for me to tell you it was alright." He bit down on his lip, eyes fluttering as your words made a tingling feeling erupt in his lower belly. "What if I were in a meeting when you got here? Would you have wanted me to slam you on the table and use you in front of everyone?" A shaky moan filled the air as he threw his head back, your words making his cock harder in the panties you knew he was wearing.

"Yes~ Want everyone to see how you use me. How you make a mess of me for your own pleasure." He whimpered breathlessly, already falling apart before you. You snickered at him as you sat back down in your chair.

"Look at you, begging for me before I've even touched you." Your eyes raked over his body, taking in his panting form as sweat was already forming on his brow.

"I-I edged myself twice on the way over here s-so my cock would be ready for you." A loud snort left you at his confession.

"What, you think I'm gonna fuck that thing? You really think that would be able to please me?" He whimpered as you reached up, digging your nails into his cheeks as you yanked him down so he was eye level with you. "Pathetic."

The tips of his ears were bright red as tears began to brim his eyes, but you knew he liked it from the way he kept squeezing his thighs together. You moved your hand to his shoulder and pushed him down to his knees. You let out an exaggerated huff while brushing your fingers through his hair.

"I've just had the worst day today baby. Do you think you could help me… de-stress a little bit?" You asked as you pulled up your skirt so it scrunched up around your waist. His eyes seemed to sparkle in excitement as he licked his lips, nodding as he shuffled closer to you. Your head rolled back as he licked a couple stripes up your slit over your panties before moving the fabric to the side to wrap his lips around your clit. It was truly amazing how he had managed to learn so much from you in such a short amount of time. He had no clue what he was doing the first time he had eaten you out but, as you found out, he was a very quick learner.

A moan flew past your lips before you could stop it, your hands shooting down to tightly grip his hair as his tongue teased your entrance with his nose rubbing your clit. There was a sudden knock on the door. Both Hanbin and you tensed up before you cleared your throat.

"Come in." You called. Damien walked through the door, holding a small stack of papers. He sent you a bright smile as he set them down on your desk.

"Okay, these are the reports from each of our divisions you asked for yesterday." You sent him a tight lipped smile, pulling the stack closer to you to quickly skim through them. You internally groaned as he sat on the edge of your desk. "Sorry about that meeting earlier today though, I wouldn't have scheduled it at all if I had known what a tool he was."

"Hey, don't beat yourself up over it. There's no way you could've-" your breath hitched in your throat as Hanbin suddenly continued his tongue's movements over your entrance, "-ahem- kn-known that." Relief washed over you when Damien didn't question the split second pause in your sentence.

"If your boyfriend hadn't called when he did I feel like we'd still be stuck listening to him." Your secretary chuckled. "Speaking of which, how has Hanbin been recently? I remember you mentioning worrying about him cause he kept locking himself up in his studio." You moved your foot to dig your heel into your boyfriend's thigh in an attempt to get him to stop. The only thing it did was make him let out a breathy sigh against your core before digging back in. Now you were almost regretting teaching him as much as you did.

"H-he's been good. I actually see him around the house now, so that's a relief." You managed to get out with a strained laugh. Damien nodded.

"That's good to hear. You were starting to make me worry, heh. It's not good to go that long without a proper meal. I assume it's gotten better now? You making him eat more than those instant ramen cups you said he was hoarding back there?" You hesitantly nodded, kicking Hanbin's thigh under the table again when he started thrusting his fingers into you. God you hoped this conversation would end soon. You froze up as soon as Damien looked you in the eyes, his unwavering gaze telling you everything.

"Welp, I'd better get going. Lots of work to do." He said as he walked to the door, turning around last second to send you one last smile. "You two have fun in here." Mere seconds after the door closed behind the boy, you came with a muffled cry. Your boyfriend quickly lapped up your release, making sure not to waste a single drop. You sat there for about a minute as you waited for your heart rate to return to normal. As soon as you had calmed down you roughly grabbed the boy on his knees by his hair, yanking him to his feet.

"What the hell was that?! In what world did you think it was okay to embarrass me in front of my secretary?!" You saw a look of genuine guilt flash across his eyes for a moment, making you loosen your grip on his hair and soften your features. "Are you alright baby? Am I going too far?" He immediately shook his head.

"You- you're not actually mad at me, are you?" You cupped his face in your hands, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before resting your forehead against his.

"Of course not baby boy. You did such a good job for me, made me feel so so good." A smile spread across his face at the praise as he nuzzled closer to you. "So do you wanna stop here or…"

"No, I'm good now." He said with a smile. You pressed one more soft kiss to his forehead before spinning him around and harshly bending him over your desk, making sure to steer clear of the files that had just been set there. He let out a cute little gasp of surprise when his warm cheek met the cold surface.

"Now baby, how would you like it if I embarrassed you huh? Make you scream like a little bitch for me so the entire building can hear you." You growled out the last sentence as you rolled your hips into his clothed rear. You furrowed your eyebrows. Hanbin gulped as you hurriedly pulled down his pants and panties to reveal the jewel ended plug you had gotten him for his birthday. You groaned as you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth. The loud smack was followed by Hanbin's sweet whimpers as the stinging sensation slowly reddened his cheeks.

"Such a shameless whore aren't you. You must've been real needy for me, huh baby?" Helpless whimpers fell from him as he nodded his head. A smirk spread across your face as you suddenly got an idea. Before he could fully process what was happening, you had Habin pressed to the glass of your office window that overlooked the buzzing city streets down below.

"Look at that baby. If anyone just so happened to look up here they'd get an eyeful of your slutty little body pressed to the glass. I bet you'd like that huh? Letting everyone know that you're just my little whore?" A breathy, high pitched moan left him as you lifted his shirt so his nipples were pressed against the cold glass. What you had said was absolute bullshit since the window was too high up for anybody to possibly see what you were doing, but the thought was still there. The fact that you were grinding your hips into his didn't help either.

"Yes, your slutty little whore. I'm your little fucktoy." He murmured against the glass, his mind fuzzy as he only focused and the pleasure you were teasing him with. "Please!" He whined as he grinded his ass back into you, biting his lip when it made the plug inside him shift deeper. You giggled at his impatience and kissed his cheek before grabbing a hold of the jewel base and thrusting the plug into him at a steady pace.

His noises were music to your ears. Sweet melodic moans and whimpers flowed from his opened mouth as he urgently grinded back against your movements, urging you to go faster. You rolled your eyes and focused on moving the plug around in search of his prostate. A smirk settled on your face when almost screamed in pleasure, muttering a string "There!" and "Please~", letting you know you found your target. You made sure to hit his prostate with every thrust, picking up the pace while thrusting the toy into him harder. His head was thrown back against your shoulder, mouth hung open in an endless stream of moans and whimpers while his hands gripped your hips since it was the only thing he could hold onto at the moment.

"Oh fuck- AH- f-fuck miss! I'm- I'm gonna- oh god- c-cum! Ngh- please please please let me c-cum miss!" He cried out, legs shaking beneath him and drool leaking from the corner of his mouth. You pretended to think about it for a minute, teasing him as you pumped his cock; a difficult task since it was just small enough that it seemingly disappeared in your grasp.

"Hmmm, I dunno baby. You've been an awfully bad boy today; teasing me at work and sending me those whorish pictures of your pathetic little cock." You teased, emphasizing the little while flicking the head of his dick. His eyes rolled back in his head at that.

"I-I'm sorry miss, so so sorry! Please let me cum! L-let me- holy shit- let me be a good b-boy for you!" You scoffed at him.

"You really are pathetic. I bet you'd whore yourself out for anyone wouldn't you?"

"NO! No no no no no, o-only miss gets to see me like this! T-touch me like this! Nobody else- I p-promise!" You hummed, delighted by his words.

"Good. I mean, it's not like anyone else would take you anyway. They'd take one look at your tiny cock and go find a bigger cock to satisfy them." He whined, tears pricking his eyes from the humiliation of your words as well as how long he'd been fighting to hold in his orgasm. His eyes locked with yours, unable to form coherent sentences anymore and begging with his eyes. "Alright baby, you can cum now." A mantra of 'thank you' filled the room, followed by a loud cry of pleasure as his white ropes of cum covered the window. You slowed down your movements, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck and across his shoulder. More kisses were peppered all over his face as you turned him around, cupping his face in your hands.

"You did so good for me baby, took everything so well for me." A weak smile spread across his face as he came down from his high. Your eyes shone with worry as you took him in. "I didn't go too far the last little bit, did I?" He giggled weakly, giving you a kiss while smiling against your lips.

"No, I know that I please you in other ways." You smile back at him.

"Hell yeah you do. I swear your mouth is a gift from the gods, and I still don't know what I did to deserve it." He giggled at your remark, lightly slapping your arm while whining a quiet "shut up~". You joined in his giggling, giving him another kiss. "I love you baby."

"I love you too." He said with a dopey smile on his face. You reluctantly pulled yourself out of his grip to dig around in your drawers for some window cleaner.

"You get dressed while I clean the window. Afterwards we can go home and chill on the couch eating pizza if you want." He smiled like a kid on christmas morning, nodding excitedly before practically jumping into his discarded clothes. Another giggle left you at his excitement. Love filled your gaze as you looked at him. That was the love of your life right there, and you were certain that there was no one who could take his place.

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currentfandomkick · 4 years

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Marinette did not sign up for this part 8

first part here previous part here ao3 here

update at last!

Marinette almost screamed when she saw the knitting needles on her balcony. It wasn’t even her birthday yet. Was he around? Taunting her?

School wasn’t helping. She kept her eyes on the windows.

It didn’t help her team was scanning the area constantly… and she was certain that Kagami somehow got out of school as she could spot Ryuuko before school even started, and her shadow had’t moved often.

Alya, Nino and Adrien weren’t leaving her side. Kim had taken to joining them (and with him, Max and Alix) with Kim determined to get Marinette to wear one of his hoodies since “you look cold.”

She knew that was code. ‘Let me help.’ She wasn’t sure this was something safe for them to help with.

“Thanks but I’m good!” was highly ineffective.

Before lunch Kim had his hoodie on her. It made it harder to find her with the change from her usual outfits once Adrien and Alix stole her hairbands.

They were doing a plain sight disguise. She knew it.

Going to Alix’s after school helped a bit with that.

She still felt eyes on her. She couldn’t tell who’s.

Alix was the one to break out the guardian translations with her dad. The Kubdels knew more than most of her team—time travel side effects after all. It was a big part of why she could trust them in the first place: Alix wanted to help and her father knew there would be a Ladybug in Paris before giving Alix the family heirloom. When Marinette saw it after studying the miraculous for a bit and asking Fu if there could be two rabbit miraculouses… it lead to Fu merging the two (from two separate timelines).

In the one Mr. Kubdel was from, a girl named Bridgette took up the role of Ladybug and was followed around by a questionable Black Cat. Mr. Kubdel’s grandfather prevented that timeline from happening—changing key events and all—but was prepared for the chances another rabbit would be needed. His son was not a good fit… (poor research, questionable retention, and overall bad at delicate work) meanwhile Alix had street art done quickly and intricately, fast reflexes, and adored learning history to the point some topics had been re-written in the curriculum for “the complete BS this hack is pushing” and “obvious refusal to stick to the facts” among other objections with heavily cited and sourced works to back up her claims. To a truly terrifying degree.

Its also why once they were out of sight, Alix and Mr. Kubdel and her escaped to one of the secret passaged kept off the current schematics for Miraculous related reasons (escape without being seen leaving) and Alix brought them into her burrow sans ‘time windows’ for her peace of mind.

“What do you want us to do Ladybug?” Bunnix asked.

That was the question…

They tracked that the issue began with what let Robin identify her in the first place. The most likely culprit was the flaming akuma… if Alix went as Bunnix and helped Ladybug catch the butterfly or got it someone else, then Robin would never have identified her, and their current situation wouldn’t be happening.

She wouldn’t be hunted by the Ghosts of Gotham.

But then… her team wouldn’t exist, not as it does.

Chat wouldn’t know who she is.

She wouldn’t exist.

She… she wasn’t willing to give that up.

“We’re not undoing the past.”

Bunnix nodded, gliding around the empty space.

Mr. Kubdel opened and closed his mouth before finally offering his own suggestion. “Perhaps, we could capture them.”

Marinette ran over that option. It wasn’t bad. Not by a long shot… but the capture would deprive Gotham of its vigilantes…

“We only keep Robin, any others captured are cut loose as soon as possible and removed.”

“But Robin is the one that knows your identity,” Bunnix reminded her.

“The others probably figured it out already. But that’s not why we’re keeping him.”

Mr. Kubdel gestured for her to clue them in.

“Remember what the Aesir and Vanir did to end their dispute?”

Mr. Kubdel searched his memories until it hit him. “Ah. That.”

Marinette nodded. “Add in a game of chase, move to the home turf, and we have our plan.”

“And you’re bait?” Bunnix checked, no longer moving about as she absorbed the plan.

If you were a civilian in Paris, you might catch sight of what must be someone’s idea of a joke. As not only were there Big Justice Members running around with your local heroes—who up until this point had only worked with one other group (Quantics) who were Europe-based.

But seeing some guy in black with a bluebird on his chest go head to head with Rena, Miss Sting and a very pissed off Monkey King and Pegasus (since when does he get mad like that? Kid looks like he’s going to end Bluebird) was not a sight you were able to process at the moment. Wonder Woman joining the group was the cherry on top. and Carapace was moving civilians out of the way and sometimes caging them all in Shelter.

You also catch an enraged Chat Noir and Ryuuko tearing after some fashion disaster in a cape down the street. A cape for godsake. In broad daylight. Green Lantern was flying after them, and since when does Chat’s suit… move? Like, you’re pretty sure that’s not normal… at all.

Ryuuko and Fashion Disaster (FD for short) are sword fighting. Chat is attacking FD at any opening. Viperion is with them, sometimes shouting directions. Green Lantern seems to be keeping the fight from spilling over.

A check on the Miraculous News App shows pics of Fashion Disaster trying to get too close to the baker’s daughter. You know, the one that kind of slips the heroes snacks and is seen with Chat randomly at her balcony? The one you’re 30% sure he’s crushing on and in some war with Ryuuko for the heart of. Why else would the two be seen so often around it?—Akuma school is across the street.

You blink a few times when you realize that baker’s daughter is visibly scared of FD (and you’d be too if a random Mask with a sword showed up) and apparently had Bunnix with her at the time to help move faster.

That meant whatever happened in another time had to be bad…

Bunnix mentioned that in the world where she went Princess Justice there wasn’t much to stop her…

You can see why the team is a tad… okay, really overzealous. You’re pretty sure Chat tried to cataclysm FD after Ryuuko sent him flying with the air attack.

You manage to get a better view (For the People! and not to mock the villain later—no siree!) of the Bluebird fight. Dude gets taken down by a combination of things in short sucession—Monkey King landing a hit with his power, Wonder Woman’s lasso (through a portal—good on you Pegasus!) that he got pulled through, a flute to the head by Best Girl Rena, and paralyzed by your favorite striped heroine.

The take down shocked FD and Green Lantern caged the guy (teen? Kid? They look small.) and moved them over by Wonder Woman and her group, some of whom dispersed to recharge.

Never claim Bruce is not a dedicated parent. The best? He hopes not. The worst? He has met Stephanie’s parents, and he is far from them. And Cas’s. And he knows he’s not as bad as Rah’s. He is dedicated (and a serial adopters, but shhh). How does he know this?

He managed to reactivate his kid’s trackers and noted where they intersected and looked into properties, deeds, and children in the school across from the bakery Stephanie and Cass had taken to camping out in when not at their hotel rooms. So far, he narrowed down his daughter to three possible candidates—Mireille Caquet, Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Laura Pretre. The only three girls in the age range he suspects Ladybug is in (he paid attention to the early videos and crossed her references, videogames and knowledge of the teens’ involved (re: knowing their names before the class became an akuma gold mine). They are also the only three from his candidate pool who were adopted or single mother of the right age to have caught his younger self’s attention—a few interviews of the heroes let slip that Ladybug’s parents and her team’s parents are unaware of what they do, and her vicious support for child support and adoptive parents in a few akuma instances gave credit to her belonging to one of those two groups.

It was between Marinette and Laura in his opinion—they both ran a fashion boutique online. Mireille was a model the two shared, but still a possibility.

Jason was helped him narrow it down—a consolation for being stuck in bed and not allowed on patrol for the night. Apparently he was also trying to call off the identity search in-person to prevent any accidental identity reveals and prevent further stressing of “Lady Bat”.

Bruce may have smiled at the nickname. He doubted his daughter would appreciate it, but nicknames had a strange habit of sticking if Jason gave it… for better or worse in Tim’s case. (He was glad that Replacement was replaced with Tiny Tim, Timbo and Timmy).

He also noted that the girls were intent on Gabriel Agreste being Hawkmoth… and had a strange obsession with his relationship to Mayura given their search histories. Tim was still deciding between designers, and he did note that Marinette ranked highly on there… which was both a relief and terrifying.

That meant everyone but his daughter’s “business conduct supervisor” (Adrien Agreste, only son of Gabriel Agreste, primary candidate as Hawkmoth) had been akumatized and someone she had to personally fight while they hurled who knew what at her. He doubted it was good for her mental health. (Not that he has much room to talk, but still.)

Damian and Dick were refusing to respond to his messages, and likely engaged in something.

Until Green Lantern lit up his screen with a pained look. “Bats, this is not what I meant by get your house in order.”

The view panned to Nightwing and Robin currently held by a very pissed off Wonder Woman. With Chat Noir glaring at Robin, something off with his suit.

Batman sighed deeply. “I told you those two weren’t responding since Robin returned with Red Hood last night.”

Green Lantern looked at someone off screen, clearly taking commands from them.

“Uh, yeah… We’re having Supergirl get the other three back Stateside. Miss Sting and Chat want to interrogate these two since Robin was caught around a civilian they keep an eye on.”

Batman could hear what wasn’t being said. Robin went to talk to Ladybug’s civilian identity and it blew up in his face.

“… are any of you allowed to be present to monitor the interrogation?”

He doubted the teens would get violent. (he hoped) but there were too many unknowns.

A hiss from Chat Noir ended his ‘not likely to get violent’ train of thought. His one of his sons was caught stalking their leader, who he has previously tried to kill, and another aimed a gun at a member of their team. Violence was on the table.

And he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

“Ladybug will choose who comes.”

Robin looked up at him from the background. “Permission to ask Father a question?”

There was a moment when everyone turned to the figure off screen, likely Miss Sting given Ladybug’s refusal to be in the Justice League’s presence.

Robin turned back to the screen, Hal moving closer to give him a better view of Robin. HE was largely unbruised on his face and his breathing was even. Positive indicators.

“Am I allowed to unmask?”

Batman froze. Jason looked up from his spot. He could feel Babs choking on something in shock.

Hal and Diana reacted somehow, but they weren’t in screen.

He meant to do this far later. When she adjusted. To her alone, and later let her team know. ease them into it—there was no knowing one of their identities without knowing the rest. Not with how Ladybug’s mind worked. And he doubted she kept many secrets from her team.

“…I am not opposed to it. Preferably keep it to those you trust with that knowledge alone.”

Robin nodded. “Understood Father.”

When Ladybug showed up, she could feel everyone’s eyes on her. She ignored it as best she could, especially the silent Nightwing and Robin… possible assassins. Sent by her biological father who never even met her. it was going to be a long plan execution (and gods, she still needed to double check on the Hawkmoth as Gabriel theory and work out how to remove him from the company without screwing over a decent chunk of the fashion industry workers from design, store front to manufacturers and suppliers. And emotional whiplash of Hawkmoth trying to kill his own son twice. And the times he tried to manipulate her into Princess Justice and have it Stick in the timeline).

All it took was one look at Pegasus. One look and she blocked all the other issues swimming in her mind.

“Ah, we’re going there then… It’s a good thing Cowboy is resting for the moment…” Pegasus shook his head. “Voyage!”

Ladybug looked them over.

“Chat, Miss Sting, Rena, and Pegasus, I need you with me. The rest of you, patrol or return to civilian life until I return. If you come across an akuma, jar them. Contact us if you need a fix only.”

Carapace nodded, looking over at Kim and Alix. “We won’t let you down.”

Ladybug nodded, her eyes narrowing at the two League members present. She was still debating contacting the ‘only in an emergency do you contact this rogue branch’ group… they were once lead by a Chat Noir candidate, or still were… she wasn’t clear on that detail. What she did know is they went by League of Shadows in the book, but it was noted they favored violent forms of destruction, and she wasn’t sure if they needed that method… didn’t want them to need it either.

But the book stated the Amazons were loyal to Ladybugs. “Wonder Woman, please ensure the Bats are out of my city before we return.”

“Of course Ladybug.”

She turned to the Green Lantern. A shakier alliance with the lanterns historically, but also known to tell the Ghosts of Gotham off, and so far he’s shown a high favor of her team’s stance over his technical ally’s. Perhaps a personal grudge, or maybe the Justice League operated more like Gabriel’s company—a chain of command, specific roles somewhat dependent on each other, and no one had to like one another…

Wonder Woman was better to ensure the Bats left.

Green Lantern was the one holding Robin in his ring. And his “Core” as the book said, was most responsive to Ladybug who didn’t hesitate to protect others and themselves at once. That they showed a level of comradery during times when the Order followed philosophies that could be linked the idea of “personal and individual impact upon others with one’s actions and choice” was the exact wording.

She hoped she was doing this right.

“Green Lantern, if you would be so kind as to come with us and bring Murder Robin? You are free to roam once we get there, but don’t try to locate where on earth we are then. It’s the one place Hawkmoth hasn’t been able to reach, and I’d like to keep it that way.”

Green Lantern and Robin both agreed readily.

Nightwing looked like he really wanted to argue. A lot.

Wonder Woman somehow kept him from speaking as they left.

Marinette could finally breath when they entered the Temple. She wasn’t able to bring back the Guardians. She could bring back their scrolls, the library, the training rooms. It also meant they were far from Paris, from Hawkmoth’s reach, and that now the real plan had to be put in action… how to keep the bats out of Paris and her secret identity a secret. (Hawkmoth could wait. She needed time to work that out, and once she was sure, once the nagging doubt and what ifs stopped plaguing her… then she’d look for that solution… maybe Adrien could inherit early or they could arrange for his father to be caught committing tax fraud or something after getting Nooroo and Duusuu? Anything to ensure he was punished for his actions and that Adrien isn’t caught in the crossfire. She can’t lose the literal other half of her soul. She just. Can’t.)

Ladybug paused when she looked over Chat. His suit was… moving. Shadows were moving on his suit. That. That can’t be good.

“Chat, bring Murder Robin somewhere he can’t find a weapon, Miss Sting, make sure no one attacks anyone in any way, am I clear?”

Miss Sting gave a curt Nod while Chat hissed, but relented easily enough.

Green Lantern put a hand on her shoulder while Pegasus ran off to the library, likely to check up on his own additions to the place… bringing it into the twenty-first century was not easy.

“Going to check-in with what’s going on with your Cat?”

Ladybug glanced at him. “He’s my partner.”

“Pretty sure that’s what a Black cat is for a Ladybug,” Green Lantern said.

Ladybug didn’t respond, moving away from him and Rena to message Alix to find out what shadows have to do with the Black Cat… and if she needs to worry about a second Atlantis event.

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so things are happening because Mari is Smart Strategist, Protect Mari Squad is a force to be reckoned with (teen superheros love local baker daughter that gives them food and lets them hang out), Kubdels Know Their Timelines (Sort of) and Wonder Woman and Hal know better than pissing of a Ladybug while Bruce is off Suffering and Putting Shit Together.

and yeah, Damian is both the one who started this, and the one that Marinette wants to confront, (plus respects her secret ID rights unlike Certain Bats who made it a competition) so he gets First Meet rights in the way None Of Them Wanted.

anyone who wants to add to the madness, feel free to comment possible things and i'll see what sticks and doesn't.

fight scenes are Not My Best so i tried where I could (Sorry to batfam fans who wanted Dick to be Badass. he's up against Diana and four miraculous members directly PLUS carapace 'i am locking you into this space now' shelter? he's good but its Wonder Woman and five demi-god level heroes raised on adapt and overcome heroing. long battle but he was going to lose.) Damian's fight is left up to interpretation but Team-Work makes the Dream Work for this story.

@heldtogetherbysafetypins @laurcad123 @raisuke06 @chaosace@jeminiikrystal @toodaloo-kangaroo @kris-pines04 @bisha43rbs @izang

#maribat #bio!dad bruce #marinette did not sign up for this #part 8 #long post #how does one tag?#ml au #my writing #my fic

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unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin · 4 years

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Hello my love can I request a first Halloween with Matt Jackson please ❤️💕

AN- I’m so sorry it took me this long to write! I’ve been really backed up but I hope you like😊 Also I couldn’t find the name of Brandon’s wife so I made a name up.

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““Babe, where’s the candy? Trick or treaters will be here soon.” Matt asked sticking his head into our room. I was just pulling out of costumes for tonight that Brandon’s wife -Jesica- had made. ““Try the cabinet on the far right Of the sink.” I said setting his costume down. ““I just checked there.” ““Behind my kale chips. I hid them from you a while back.” I told him, making him cringe.

““I don’t even know how you choke those down.” He exclaimed as he walked out of the room making me chuckle. We had met because I was a YouTuber and partnered with Jesica for some cosplays. We got really close and she set the two of us up. We got together a little over a year ago, but had been living together for a few months. Some may say we’re moving to fast, but we just really do love each other.

““Found them.” Matt said jogging back into our room. ““Now, who am I supposed to be?”

““Peter Quil. He’s the leader of the Guardians of the Galaxy.” I said handing him the folded up outfit. ““And I’m going to be Gamora.” I explained. ““And she is......”

““Long story short, an Alien.” ““Oh, that’s why you’ve been dying yourself green all day.” He said making me laugh.

““What did you think it was for?”

““I don’t know, you do some crazy things.” He said trying to take a step towards me but I took a step back.

“Un un. You have to wait for this to dry. I am no doing it again.” I so motioning to my body. The only clothes I had on were short shorts and a sports bra.

““Ok Ok! Sorry!” He said putting his hands up. “ But I have one question, are your boobs Green?”

“ Matthew!” I said reaching over to slap his arm lightly.

““What?! It’s a question!” He said a huge smile on his face.

““Go put your costume on.” I said waving him towards the bathroom. Mine would take longer so he needed to go first. After a few moments he came out dressed in red leather jeans, plus a gray shirt tucked into the pants and a belt around his waist. he was carrying the full body jacket. “There is no way I’m wearing this.” He said setting the jacket on the bed.

“Oh come on Matt, it’s fun. Plus it’s only one night.” I said looking up at him with puppy eyes.

“Fine, but I’m not putting it on until the vary last second.” He said giving in making me smile. “You can’t just give me that look to get what you want.”

“Pretty sure I just did. Now give me a second, I’m going to get ready.” I did picking my costume up and walking into the bathroom. I quickly got changed into the white tank top and leather top that -even with the tank top- showed a lot of cleavage. I also pulled on the black pants and boots, leaving the jacket until after my make up.

I put on the white lines that around her eyes plus eye shadow and fake eyelashes. I also put on the lipstick I had gotten just for this. Even for Halloween I was determined to go all out.

Once done I grabbed the jacket and opened the door expecting to see Matt, but no one was there. I then heard voices and assumed Nick and his family must be here. I pulled my jacket on quickly and grabbed my phone before running down the hall.

“Nice of you to finally join the party.” Matt chuckled as I practically ran into him.

“Oh hush.” I said smacking his shoulder and looking over at Nick and his wife. ““Hi!”

“Hi!” Nick said waving causing us all to laugh. “Damn, that’s some costume.”

“The credit has to go to Jesica.” I said shrugging. ““Witch reminds me I need to get a picture of us together before the night is over.” I said turning back to Matt.

“Fine by me.” He said shrugging.

“Y/n!” I looked towards the living room to see Nicks youngest come running out. He ran right up to me, and I reached down and picked him up. ““Ricky, you don’t need to be running.” Nick scolded, causing Ricky to look down.

“Sorry dada.”

“Don’t tell me. Tell your uncle and Y/n.”

“Sorry..”

“It’s ok, we just don’t want you to get hurt.” Matt said taking him from my arms. “So, what are you dressed as?”

“I’m a pirate! I left my sword on your couch.” He explained.

“No lily?” I asked looking back at the couple.

“She’s out with a group of friends.” Nicks wife explained. ““She’s getting a little old to hang out with her parents and little brother.”

“I get that.” Matt said looking straight as Nick, making Nick stick his tongue out.

“God they’re both children.” I mumbled making Nicks wife laugh.

“Ok, we probably want to leave before it gets to dark.” Nick said. Ricky shimmied out of Matt’s arms so he could go join his parents who were walking towards the door. I started to join them but Matt grabbed my arm.

“I need your help with something real quick.” He explained as he lead me out back. Our yard connect with Nicks, his yard containing the trampoline and Wrestling ring, and ours had a large in ground pool. “Come on.” Matt called as he climbed up some of the rocks at the end of the property.

I followed slowly as I was not anywhere as near athletic as Matt, but I did eventually make it to the top. Our homes were on top of a large cliff and you could see the city below. ““I forget how gorgeous it is up here.” I say as Matt pulls me up so I’m all the way up. I’m so captivated by the view I don’t notice Matt step away.

“Y/n?” I turned to where he was and gasped when I saw where he was, down in one knee with his hands behind his back. ““I know we haven’t been together that long, but your the best thing to ever happen to me, and I can’t imagine a life with out you.” He pulled out a black box and opened it, showing me a diamond ring. ““Will you marry me?”

““Oh my god Matt yes!” I said quickly making him smile. He stood up quickly slipping the ring on my finger and pulling me into a kiss.

“I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of life with you.” He said, a few tears running down his face as he reached up and wiped a few of my own away.

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~~insert pic of hand with ring~~ Halloween was already my favorite holiday, but now it’s even better. I get to spend the rest of my life with the greatest man alive❤️❤️

#Matt Jackson #Matt Jackson x reader #request #Halloween request

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Operation: Pluck the Peacock (Fanfiction)

Uhm ... apparently this whole thing got deleted? What? Okay, here it is again. Again, just a super dumb thing I wrote for fun!

Title:

Operation: Pluck the Peacock

Summary:

The demon brothers face the immeasurably daunting challenge of trying to photograph Lucifer shirtless.

Genre:

Fluff/Humor/Slice of Life

Rating:

Word Count:

4958

“Ahem! Ahem! ” Asmodeus chirped from the front of the R.A.D Council Room. He rapped on the podium in front of him and frowned when he noticed the crowd of people that filled the room had yet to dispel their cacophony of chitchat. “I said ahem! ”

With that, the remaining six Student Council members, as well as their President, Lord Diavolo, quieted down.

Asmo raised an eyebrow. “You know, I thought at least you five—” he gestured toward Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Beelzebub, and Belphegor, “—would be eager to get this meeting started.”

Mammon gasped and smirked. “No kiddin’—totally forgot what this was about for a second there, to be honest.”

Lucifer’s brow furrowed as he noticed the mischievous look that passed between Belphegor and Satan.

Asmo grinned at his elder brother’s suspicion.

“I’m only here ‘cause Beel ate the router,” Levi grumbled, his head on his desk. “I can’t play any games without connection and Barbatos said it’d be like, seven hours before he can get a chance to fix everything.”

“Belphie promised me a chocolate-covered cricket chip cookie if I went along with this!” Beel announced cheerfully.

Mammon turned around to face his brother and cocked his head. “Only one cookie, Beel? C’mon, I’d think ya’d rather take a steeper offer than that. I mean—” his smirk only grew as he peeked at Lucifer, “—I think this is gonna be good, but it’ll probably get us in a buncha trouble, too.”

Beel lowered his head and frowned. “I already ate the rest of the cookies in the box. Belphie just promised me the last one if I helped you guys with this.”

Asmo snapped his fingers from the podium. “That’s enough prattling from you two; we’ve got bigger matters to attend t—”

“Okay, I’ve had just about enough of this,” Lucifer decided. He stood up from his chair as Diavolo watched him eagerly. “Why in the world did you call us here, Asmo?”

Asmodeus scowled. “I was just about to get to that.”

“Well, don’t meander about your point and get to it, then.” Lucifer sighed and sat back down.

Feeling rather ruffled, Asmo huffed and said, “I am. In fact, we already sort of discussed this in a text message conversation awhile back.” From his back pocket, he pulled out a small, cleverly folded square of paper. Careful not to chip his nail polish, he unfolded the sheet to reveal a huge poster.

Lucifer rolled his eyes as he read aloud the bright, sparkly pink words on the said poster. “Operation: Pluck the Peacock.”

“Translation—get Lucifer shirtless,” Satan clarified, closing his eyes and smiling in satisfaction.

“And photograph him,” Belphegor added, with an equally devious grin.

“And sell it!” Mammon concluded.

“The last part’s debatable,” Asmodeus admitted. “He’s only saying that ‘cause he got so much cash off of Levi’s shirtless pic.”

Leviathan, who did not like to be reminded of his insurmountable internet fame from the picture of his toned swimmer’s body, scowled at Mammon. “I still am gonna kill you for that.”

Mammon smiled sweetly in response. “Yeah, and ya can bury me in the most expensive mausoleum there is, what with all the cash I made off of ya.”

Levi’s face grew red, but before he could lunge at his brother, Lord Diavolo rose from his chair, his face gravely serious.

Lucifer looked incredibly pleased with Diavolo’s somber expression, while the other six demon brothers exchanged irritated glances, worried that the President would shoot their idea down.

“I must say, Asmo, this is a rather frivolous thing to bring to the Student Council floor,” Diavolo said. As he saw six demon faces fall, he amended, “ But, frivolous is what we’re about here at R.A.D!”

“What? ” Lucifer blanched. “No, we’re not.” Attempting to regain his composure, he coughed and said, “With all due respect, Diavolo, this operation is a waste of time.”

Diavolo chuckled as he saw Lucifer’s pout. “Oh come on, Lucifer, there’s no harm in it. Besides,” he reasoned, “think of it as a test for you. A test to see if you can avoid your brothers’ attempts to ‘pluck your peacock.’”

Asmodeus smirked, while Levi blushed and stuttered, “D—don’t say it like that!”

“Then it’s settled, then!” Mammon cheered. “Operation: Pluck the Peacock is a go!”

“Okay, what’s our first order of business?” Satan asked, sitting at his desk, with Belphegor, Leviathan, and Mammon surrounding him. He peered behind him and sighed. “You can’t eat any of those books, Beel.”

Beelzebub, who was poking around in Satan’s mountain of books, sighed despondently, saying “I was just checking,” before flopping onto the bed.

“If you say so.” Satan rolled his eyes when he realized that the fifth-born demon was missing, as well. “Asmo, come on. This whole operation was your idea.”

“Hold on,” Asmodeus urged, as he too, nosed through Satan’s book collection. “You really don’t have any fun magazines around here, do you?”

Mammon raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, smarty-pants Satan’s gonna read some tabloidy stuff like that. Now, get over here.”

“Oh, calm down,” Asmo replied as he pranced toward the group. “I already have a foolproof idea.”

Belphegor yawned. “Oh, so it’s Mammon-proof?”

“Keep talkin’ like that, Belphie,” Mammon warned. “And I’ll lock ya back up in the attic, again!”

As if on cue, Beelzebub leaped off the bed and curled his hands into fists. “You wouldn’t dare, Mammon.”

“Gah! Cool it, Beel! I was just kidding!” Mammon yelped, backing into Levi, who growled irately.

Satan sighed. “Alright, everyone be quiet. Asmo, what was your idea?”

“Well, it wasn’t an idea, more like, a thought,” Asmo confessed.

Belphegor rolled his eyes. “Do you even know the difference between a thot and a thought ?”

“Yes, good job, Belphie,” remarked Satan drily. “Say two homonyms in spoken dialogue and expect us to know the difference. Very nice.”

Before Belphegor could hiss a reply, Beel sighed. “Can everyone just please stop fighting? This whole thing was supposed to be a fun way to pass the time and this isn’t fun.”

Satan nodded. “Beel’s right. Okay, Asmo, what was your thought ?”

“Well,” Asmodeus began. “A while back Lucifer was helping me get ready—sometimes he has impeccable taste, you know—and when we went through my closet, I remember that he seemed to be especially fond of this dark blue silk undershirt that I have. He didn’t say anything, but I could tell he wanted it.”

“That’s it?” Mammon asked. “Ya wanted to brag about buyin’ silk undershirts?”

Satan massaged his forehead and conked Mammon on the head. “How can you and your one brain cell miss the point so badly?” He turned to Asmo and stroked his chin. “So, what you’re saying is, if you can lend him this undershirt and put him in a situation where he could damage it, he’ll take it off, revealing his chest underneath for us to photograph?”

“That’s right!” Asmodeus chirped.

“But what kind of situation would make Lucifer realize that he doesn’t want to ruin the silk and take off the shirt?” Beel wondered.

“We could throw him in a fire,” Belphie suggested, with an innocent grin that absolutely dripped malice.

While the rest of the brothers stared at Belphegor with gaping mouths, Satan snapped his fingers and nodded appreciatively. “He’s got a point. I mean, we live in Hell—fire is in no short supply. It’s economical, at least.”

“… or we could do something milder,” Levi suggested. “How about we have someone pretend to drown in R.A.D’s swimming pool and stage it so Lucifer walks by and has to save them?”

Mammon, who had some faith in his elder brother, wondered, “Would he really take time to strip off a silk shirt if someone was drownin’?”

“He’d better,” Asmo glowered.

“Fine. I suppose that’s a feasible idea, too,” Satan said. “But who will be the one to fake-drown in the pool?”

“Levi’ll do it,” Mammon, who was not thrilled with his younger brother’s constant death threats, offered. “I mean, he’s the one who suggested it, after all.”

“I second that,” Belphie agreed.

“I’m not doing this, guys!” Leviathan argued.

“I third it,” Beel replied.

“Still not gonna do it!” spat Levi.

“I four—” Asmo began before he was interrupted by Satan.

“—We only technically needed two affirmations for this to go through, and we’re wasting time. Sorry Asmo,” Satan explained. “Alright, Levi, get your swim trunks and acting skills on, because it’s time for Operation: Pluck the Peacock, Attempt One: Drown the Fish!”

“I’m not supposed to represent a fis—” Leviathan insisted, but he was cut off as Beelzebub threw him onto his back and the six made their way over to R.A.D’s swimming pool.

“Guys, I just got a text from Lord Diavolo,” Asmo whispered as he, Mammon, Satan, Beel, and Belphie crowded behind the bleachers in the empty R.A.D natatorium, as they watched Leviathan bob up and down in the pool. “He says when we get the shirtless pics of Lucifer, we should send them to him.”

Belphie scowled. “I thought you were supposed to ask him if he could ask Lucifer to do some fake Student-Council-related stuff here by the pool.”

Asmodeus huffed. “I did, and he said he would. I just thought that information would be more interesting.”

“ Shh! ” hushed Satan when a loud rumble reverberated through the room. “I hear something.”

Beel blushed. “Sorry, that was me.”

“No, wait—I actually hear footsteps this time,” Mammon whispered, and sure enough, the group could hear footsteps through the natatorium’s door.

“Levi! Start drowning!” Satan hissed.

“Whatever,” Levi mumbled as he quietly laid his head back in the water and tilted it back. He mimicked gasping and stiffened his legs, remaining for the most part, quite quiet.

The brothers watched this natural display, before Belphie growled, “That’s not ‘drowning,’ Levi.”

“Yeah, you’ve got to play it up more! Start coughing and spasming and screaming ‘n’ stuff!” Mammon called.

Leviathan scowled. “Have you guys ever seen anyone drown before? No one does that!”

“Do it anyway! Lucifer doesn’t know that, and besides, there’s nothing wrong with being dramatique! ” Asmo encouraged.

Levi rolled his eyes and muttered, “Fine.” He took a deep breath, and as soon as the natatorium door creaked open, he began to scream, “ Help! Someone save me! I’m drowning! I can’t breathe! ” He thrashed around in the pool, making the normally stagnant water an array of waves.

Lucifer walked in, deliberately, and ignoring the ‘drowning’ Levi, knelt down by the pool, took out a small beaker and strip from his pocket, and began to take samples of the water.

“Um, hello! ” Levi groused, splashing even more. “ I said I’m drowning, here! What do you think you’re doing?”

“Taking pH samples of the water for Diavolo,” Lucifer replied easily, carefully dribbling a drop of the pool water onto the pH strip.

“Yeah, but I’m drowning! Don’t you see me splashing and dying here? ”

“Levi, you spend an unholy amount of time in your aquarium, are the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy, and not to mention, can breathe underwater. If you’re going to drown, do it with a little more class.”

“Oh. Crap, you’re right.”

From behind the bleachers, Mammon shook his head, disheartened. “I knew we were forgetting something,” he said, which earned him another bonk on the head from Satan. He wheeled on his brother. “Quit it! Also, I’ve got another plan. I call it Operation: Pluck the Peacock, Attempt Two: Boil the Bird!”

“How did you even know the code to get in here?” Satan wondered as he, Mammon, Beelzebub, Belphegor, and Asmodeus huddled behind a bookcase in Lucifer’s private study. Leviathan, who caught a cold from spending so much time in the freezing R.A.D pool in their last expedition, couldn’t attend the next phase of the operation.

“Lucky guess,” Mammon shrugged, modest for once. “And ya did turn the heat up all the way, right, Beel?”

“Yes,” Beel nodded. “It was set to Light Burn in here before, but I switched it to Dante’s Inferno. It’s going to take a few minutes to kick in.”

Asmodeus frowned. “If the heat ruins my hair, Mammon you’d better be ready to foot my salon bill.”

“Hey! Why me?” argued the secondborn demon.

“Because turning up the heat in Lucifer’s study to get him to take off his clothes was your lousy idea,” affirmed Asmo.

“Shut up, you two,” Belphegor hushed in irritation. “Lucifer’s gonna come into his office any moment and he can’t know we’re in here.”

The five demons stood in silence as they heard footsteps approach the door.

As they heard the automated door slide open, Mammon gagged. “Holy Father, I’m feelin’ it now—the heat.” A sweat broke out over his body and he fanned himself with his hand furiously.

Satan, who was considerably less sweaty, frowned at Mammon, as Lucifer walked into the room.

The brothers peeked at the eldest through empty spots in the bookcase and watched as Lucifer raised his eyebrows.

“That’s strange,” the firstborn muttered. “I don’t remember turning the heat on in here.” He shook his head and sat down at his desk. He worked quietly for a few minutes, before succumbing to the temperature and taking off his cape.

“One layer of clothing down,” Asmo whisper-sung. “Two more to go.”

Satan nodded and wiped the perspiration off his brow. “Beel, turn up the heat.”

“Okay. I’ll set it to Inside of a Just-Cooked Pizza Roll—that’s even hotter than Dante’s Inferno.” Beel agreed. “Mmm … Pizza Rolls.”

As Beel turned the heater dial, Mammon slunk to the floor, moving the hair off his forehead and fanning himself even faster, trying to cool himself down. “I’m beginnin’ to think this was a bad idea.”

Belphegor shook his head. “I guess the ‘bird’ in Operation: Pluck the Peacock, Attempt Two: Boil the Bird was a ‘crow.’”

“Look, look,” Asmo ushered and gestured toward Lucifer, who was beginning to unbutton his vermillion vest. “Inside of a Just-Cooked Pizza Roll is hot enough to make him take off another layer of clothing.”

Mammon put his head on his knees, beginning to strip off his clothes, as well. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take, guys. My head’s startin’ to hurt, now.”

“Too bad,” Satan said unsympathetically as he dragged his brother, whose skin was turning red, off the ground. “This was your idea.”

“And it seems to be working,” Belphie admitted. “Beel, turn up the heat; we just need him to take off his shirt, now.”

Beel obediently turned toward the heater dial, again. “The heat is now going from Inside of a Just-Cooked Pizza Roll to Seat Belt Tongue on a Hot Summer Day.”

The five brothers, all completely drenched in sweat, watched eagerly as Lucifer meticulously began to unbutton the black shirt that was the last layer of clothing on his torso.

But, as his red-nail-polished (sausage) fingers fumbled with the last button, there was a muffled gasp from Mammon as the secondborn collapsed.

Satan raised his eyebrows as he realized what had happened. “Heatstroke. We’ve got to get him to the infirmary, now.”

Beel grabbed his brother and ushered the remaining three silently out the door of the study without Lucifer seeing them.

“I guess even demons have their heat tolerances,” Asmo mumbled as the group marched down the House of Lamentation’s corridors, without a picture of Lucifer shirtless to show for their troubles.

“Operation: Pluck the Peacock, Attempt Three: Give Him a Cupcake is a terrible name, Beel,” Asmo sighed. “All the other names for the attempts sounded mysterious—this one is just saying exactly what we’re going to do to him.”

Beel’s brows downturned and he looked down. “Well, it doesn’t say what I’m going to do with the cupcake.”

Satan raised an eyebrow. “The name literally says we’re going to ‘give’ it to him, Beel.”

“He means after that,” Belphie retorted, always quick to defend his twin. “You can’t know that we’re gonna ‘accidentally’ smear the cupcake all down the front of Lucifer’s shirt after we give it to him just from the name.”

Asmo shrugged. “This whole attempt lacks decorum if you ask me, but I guess it’s all we’ve got.”

“Hopefully your plan works, Beel,” Satan said. “Mammon’s still in the infirmary and Levi won’t come out of his room since he’s nursing his cold, so we’re dropping like flies here and we still haven’t gotten the picture.”

Beel gulped, not enjoying the pressure that this whole ordeal put on him. “I hope it works, too.” He fiddled with the frosted pink cupcake that he held in his hands, going against every single one of his instincts to eat it.

The four remaining demons stood aside in the R.A.D hallways, waiting for Lucifer to walk by after his daily meeting with Diavolo.

“Now, Beel,” Satan reminded his brother. “When you end up smearing the cupcake on Lucifer, make sure you smash the frosting so that it gets on both his vest and the shirt underneath—aim for mostly the upper part of his torso. It’s after school hours now, so he should be in his everyday clothes and not his uniform.”

Beel nodded, faithfully ignoring the growl of his stomach as he and his brothers waited for Lucifer to walk past them.

After a few minutes, Belphie spotted a dark figure skulking down the hallway. “There he is. Go, Beel.”

Beelzebub walked toward his brother and greeted, “Hey, Lucifer.”

Lucifer cocked his head in confusion but smiled demurely at him. “Beel.”

Painfully, Beel reached out his hand and offered Lucifer the cupcake. “H—here.” He could barely make out the words; how could he possibly give away food? “You … you can have this.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “You? Offering me food, Beel?” He made the connection between this gesture and the operation instantly, and his smile widened. He pushed Beel’s hand away, and in his gentlest tone said, “No, thank you. Please take it for yourself.”

Beel’s eyes widened in excitement. “Really?”

Lucifer nodded. “Yes.” He pulled his brother close and spoke quietly. “In fact, Beel, drop this whole operation and I’ll buy you a dozen cupcakes.”

Beelzebub stepped away, realizing Lucifer’s ploy. “I—no, I … can’t.” His stomach growled loudly in protest.

“Two dozen, then.”

“I—I—I can’t—”

“Three dozen. And all of the ‘dozens’ will be baker’s dozens.”

“ … Fine.”

From afar, Satan watched Lucifer walk away with Beel and hissed, “That snake.”

Belphegor frowned and stomped on his foot. “Hey.”

“Not Beel,” Satan reassured. “Lucifer just stole one of our team members.”

Asmodeus shook his head. “And now there’s just us three remaining.” His eyes lit up deviously. “You know what that means, don’t you?”

“If you suggest a threesome, Asmo, I’ll end you,” Belphegor warned.

Asmo retorted, “Um, excuse me, if I was going to suggest anything like that, I’d do it when there were more of us together so we could do it orgy-style.”

“Well, what were you going to suggest, Asmo?” queried Satan.

Asmodeus grinned deviously. “Actually I was going to suggest a threesome—Ow! Belphie, kick me again, I dare you! Anyway, but now I just thought of the answer to getting Lucifer to take his shirt off—sex.”

Belphegor and Satan exchanged a look. “ … What?” they chorused.

“Just leave it to me. I propose, Operation: Pluck the Peacock, Attempt Four: Get the Cock!”

“This isn’t going to work,” Belphie remarked drily. He and Satan were poised outside Lucifer’s room, in which Asmo was alone with Lucifer.

Satan shook his head. “I know. I don’t know what he’s thinking, trying to seduce Lucifer like this. We know the only person that can make Lucifer go boing! is D— ”

“Wait—shh … I hear something.” Belphegor had his head pressed up against Lucifer’s door and raised his eyebrows. “Holy Father … I think … I think I hear Asmo’s ‘Sexy Time’ playlist on the speakers.”

The fourth-eldest brother scrunched his nose. “You don’t think …?”

Belphegor blanched as he heard Lucifer’s voice through the door. He repeated the words back to Satan, saying, “‘Oh, Asmo … I’m going to make you feel so many things …’” His eyes widened. “I hear footsteps, and they’re getting closer. Holy Father, Holy Father, someone’s coming to lock the door.” He turned to Satan, his eyes wild. “They’re gonna do it!”

“Oh, my …” Satan gulped as he too, heard the footsteps draw near. “Perhaps we should go.”

Belphie looked conflicted. “I don’t kn—”

Before he could get very far, the door to Lucifer’s room swung open and Lucifer—fully clothed—marched out, not noticing the two eavesdroppers standing sentinel at his threshold.

“And all of those things I said you’d feel—” Lucifer said, his voice menacingly smooth, as he made his way over to Asmodeus’ room, wielding a rather large, rather sharp pair of scissors. “—are all going to be variants of pain .”

Asmo sprinted out after him, his face red with exertion.

Satan flew onto his feet. “What happened?”

The fifth-born demon paused in his race to say, “He was totally into it—I swear! Or at least, I thought he was until he said ‘Oh, Asmo … I’m going to make you feel so many things …’ and then walked out with a pair of scissors. He said he’s gonna cut up all my clothes! I think he knows it was all a plot!” With that, he continued to sprint after Lucifer.

“ … Or maybe he just didn’t want to fool around with Asmodeus,” Belphegor reasoned.

Satan nodded. “That’s more likely. And besides … Asmo should be glad Lucifer’s gonna slice up all his clothes. That way they’re more revealing—which is what he likes, anyway.”

“Yeah, but there goes another member of our team.” Belphie squinted his eyes at Satan. “Looks like it’s just you and me.”

“ … seems that way. Any ideas for the next attempt?”

“No.”

“Hm, well, I think I have one, then.”

“ … I can’t believe we didn’t think of this before,” Belphie sighed. “This way is so much easier.”

Satan bobbed his head. “Yes, Operation: Pluck the Peacock, Attempt Five: Unleash the Magic should be our easiest try, yet.” He flipped open his spellbook. “What’s really impressive is that I’ve magically found a super-convenient, super-specific curse that instantly vaporizes someone’s shirt and only their shirt through a blast of heat but only if its aimed properly at their heart.”

“Better not show that to Asmo,” Belphegor warned. “Vaporizing shirts sounds like something he could easily take advantage of.”

Satan pointed to a section of the text in the book. “No need to worry about that; it says right here that the spell is one-time use only. Once it’s incanted, the spell can never be used again.”

“Huh, the book also says that if the produced heat isn’t directed at the heart, the heat won’t function as it’s supposed to—that is, to vaporize clothes—but will work as regular heat and cause a fire using whatever the user pointed at as fuel,” Belphie read.

“We have to get this right on the first try, then. Asmo’s usually the designated photographer, but since he’s too busy crying over his ruined clothes, you better have your D.D.D out to take a picture of Lucifer as I say the spell,” ordered Satan.

Belphie pulled out his device. “Got it.”

“Alright.” The pair were huddled behind a couch in the Common Room. Lucifer was seated on the couch across from them. “I’m going to incant the spell right here. The tip of my pointer finger should glow fiery orange once I’m done. Then, I’ll get up from behind this couch and point my glowing finger at Lucifer’s heart. I’ll say the release command for the spell, which should cause the heat from my fingers to zoom toward Lucifer and vaporize his shirt. Afterward, you take the picture.”

Belphegor nodded.

Satan continued and muttered aloud from his spellbook, “ In eaque faciam ignis / ignis ardens et lucens tam secura / ut hac flamma quae mando ad conflandum / quem legeret furore libare. ” With this, Satan rose, his fingertip burning hot with the spell.

Lucifer, who had been studying a page of music on the other Common Room couch, widened his eyes in confusion, as Satan pointed his finger at his brother’s heart. “What in the Celestial Realm—”

“Hey, everyone! Your favorite brother Mammon has been released from the infirmary and can now stay in the comforts of his own bed!” was heard from the hallway, just as Satan shouted, “Release command: adolebitque!”

However, when Satan heard the caterwaul that was Mammon’s voice, he turned behind him to see the commotion. This caused his entire body—and therefore, the position of his poised finger—to shift. The heated, released spell burst from his fingers and zoomed toward a hand mirror that Asmodeus had left on the coffee table earlier.

Belphie dutifully snapped a picture of the spell’s effects once it reflected off the mirror and came barreling back at him who incanted it and lit Satan’s hair on fire.

“Belphegor,” Satan said through gritted teeth and he tried to fan out the inferno that was his head. “Delete that photo immediately.”

Well, Operation: Pluck the Peacock was a bust, Belphie thought sleepily, just awakening from a nap in the Music Room. Normally, his favorite spot to sleep was the Planetarium, but he had been doing his schoolwork and the Music Room helped him concentrate. Everyone just gave up, it seems, due to some reason or another. Too bad—having a shirtless picture of Lucifer would be excellent blackmail.

It was nighttime, and Belphegor figured he should be warm in his bed, but he had been kept on his toes all day with the whole operation, and he felt too tired to pry open his eyes and meander back to his room.

So he lay there, half-asleep on one of the Music Room chairs until he heard footsteps wander into the room.

Who the Hell is that? he wondered. Most of those guys are usually asleep by now. He opened one of his eyes slightly and closed it immediately when he saw who it was and what they were wearing. Holy crap, Lucifer doesn’t wear a shirt to bed. Opening his eyes a crack, he stared in amazement at his brother’s shirtless form as he scrounged the Music Room for what Belphegor assumed to be some late-night classical music; Lucifer, being the ex-Angel of Music, was easily soothed by calming tunes.

Careful not to make any sudden movements, Belphie reached into his sweater pocket and pulled out his D.D.D, ready to take a picture. Only, as soon as he clicked the button to capture the image, a loud click resounded throughout the room.

Crap, crap, crap, I forgot to turn off my ringer.

Lucifer, who had just noticed Belphegor’s body slouched in one of the chairs from the noise, sprinted over to his brother as he realized what had occurred.

The firstborn brother grinned maliciously, suddenly transforming into his demon form as he politely spat, “Delete that. Now.”

Diavolo shook his head in disappointment at the Student Council members the next day. “I assume from your faces that Operation: Pluck the Peacock was a bust?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” Satan muttered, shaking his head. “Even with all of us together, none of us could get Lucifer to take his shirt off.”

Mammon shrugged. “Hey, the Great Mammon totally could’ve done it, y’know!”

“You literally passed out because of heat. What kind of demon does that?” Asmo retorted.

“And don’t count me among all you who failed,” Belphie argued. “I actually got a shirtless Lucifer picture. Until he made me delete it, that is.” He turned to glare at brother.

Asmo let out a pertinent hmph and grumbled, “Killjoy.”

Diavolo’s eyes widened. “Wait—is that true, Lucifer? Your brothers did complete their challenge?”

“I don’t consider catching me in my pajamas and taking a picture to be ‘completing the challenge,’ Diavolo,” Lucifer reasoned, ignoring the angry stares of his brothers. “I believe the whole point was for them to cause me to have my shirt off, not me having it off regardless.”

“We never really specified the details,” Beel admitted, after a moment of silence.

Levi looked up from his D.D.D, where he had been playing a mobile gacha game, since Barbatos had fixed the router. “Yeah, so that technically means that we can clarify the rules, now, if we want.”

Satan nodded and rubbed his chin. “That’s right. I vote we make it so that we could have photographed Lucifer shirtless, regardless of his reason for being so.”

“I second that,” Belphie agreed.

“I third it,” Beel replied.

“I four—” Asmo began before he was interrupted by Diavolo.

“—Sorry for cutting you off, Asmodeus, but we only technically needed two affirmations for this to go through,” said Diavolo, his face lighting up. “That settles it. Lucifer, since you wrongfully deprived me—I mean, your brothers—of a shirtless picture of you yesterday during Operation: Pluck the Peacock, I hereby declare that you must grace us with your glorious shirtless figure right here and now in the R.A.D Council Room!”

As the six brothers cheered, Lucifer’s eyes widened. “I most certainly will not!”

“You must! It’s an order!” Diavolo countered.

Lucifer frowned and blushed. “ … Fine. Just … don’t take any photographs. I’d rather not have this ridiculous event emblazoned across the internet.”

Once Lucifer had unbuckled the belt of his robelike school uniform and undid the buttons, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor and Diavolo all whipped out their D.D.Ds and captured the most ethereal image of all—Lucifer’s abs.

THE END

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Brooklyn Baby | JJ Maybank

SERIES MASTERLIST | chapter one

chapter summary: Nikki goes out of her comfort zone and bonds with Kie, while still remaining curious about what happened last summer. At a party, Topper gets a little too touchy, and Nikki (surprisingly) befriends Rafe and Wheezie.

warnings: drinking, smoking, HARD DRUGS, swearing (oops), HARRASSMENT (topper gets VERY touchy) so if that makes u uncomfy just skim over that, and a conversation about addiction/rehab and therapy

word count: 5029

Chapter 2: Cinnamon Girl

If I had to choose, B Days would be my least favorite. On B days, I have no classes with anyone I know, except English with Kelce at the end of the day.

And no one to sit with at lunch.

On my second day of school, when I realized I had no one to sit with, I ate in the library. You’re allowed to, so long as you clean up after yourself and stuff.

Walking into the huge cafeteria, with clean white titles and those long foldable school tables, I decided to do the same thing today; just sit in the library by myself, and maybe read or shop online, The tall walls of the cafeteria were decorated with motivational quotes and the school’s athletic accomplishments.

But when I was walking towards the lunch line, I saw Kiara sitting by herself out of the corner of my eye, head down on the table. Which made me feel really, really sad for her.

I stood in line quietly, AirPods in my ears, scrolling through Instagram when I found Kiara’s page. I didn’t want to seem like a stalker, but my curiosity got the best of me and I clicked on it.

Her page reminded me of this social activist that I follow that of a social activist I follow, the difference being that Kiara’s page was mostly environment-focused, with the occasional selfie and pics of her friends.

Clicking on one of her them, a selfie with her and her four friends on a boat during sunset, I saw a slightly sunburned brunet with his arm wrapped around one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen. She’s probably a TikToker, I thought. Sunburn had a dark blue bandana wrapped around his neck and had his shirt unbuttoned. Major surfer boy vibes.

Next to Tiktok, was Kiara, with bright eyes and a bright smile. Completely different from the girl who sits behind me in APUSH. The boy next to Kiara had dark skin and curly hair. He was wearing a hat, like Sunburn and the other boy next to him. And judging from the way his arm was around her waist, Hat totally had a thing for Kiara.

But the last boy, holy shit, if I thought Sunburn was cute, Hot Blonde Boy was another level. He was the one taking the picture, with one arm stretched out to hold the phone and the other one, covered shiny rings, was posing with, like, the rock hand sign? I think that’s what it’s called: with his index and pink fingers up, and the rest like they’d be balled in a fist. His messy blonde hair was being held together by a red snapback, and he was shirtless except for his shark tooth necklace. His tan went well with his bright, energetic eyes and big smile but...oh my gosh. His hands. They were big, with long fingers, and his arms were a little veiny and-

I put my phone away. Nuh-uh, I’m not going to be thirsting over a random guy’s hands, especially when that guy could literally be dead, or worse, the crazy dude who tried to shoot Topper.

Not that I don’t understand why someone would want to shoot Topper.

I grabbed my tray, putting a Chicken Caesar salad bowl (yum), a bowl of grapes (double yum), and a water bottle onto my tray. Remembering that Kiara didn’t have any food with her, I grabbed a hamburger, too.

I paid for my food and walked towards the utensil holder, debating whether or not I should just go to the library or sit with Kiara. I mean, I should sit with her, she’s by herself and is going through a hard time, but then again, I hardly know her. Besides exchanging numbers with her yesterday and not even texting her, I never interacted with the girl. She’ll probably think I’m just talking to her to get tea for Topper and Scarlet.

But then again, I already bought her a hamburger.

I walked over to her table. She was wearing a similar outfit as she was yesterday, the only difference being she was wearing light blue jeans. So, yay? A bit of color?

I sat down across from her and put my tray down quietly, not wanting to scare her. “Hey.”

Her head shot up immediately. Her soft brown eyes looked so tired, her light brown skin looking ashy and dull. Her dark brown hair, with it’s nice, defined beach wave curls, was tied back in a bun in her hood. When she saw who it was, her face softened. “Oh, hi.”

“I hope it’s ok I’m sitting with you, I don’t know anyone else in this lunch and I thought it’d be good to discuss our project.” I waved my hands around a bit before opening the plastic lid of my salad.

She nodded, eyeing my food for a second.

My heart hurt. Of course, she has the money to buy food, that’s not the issue. She probably hasn’t been eating out of grief.

“So I’m Indian, duh,” I waved my hand in front of my face and she smiled softly, “and I thought this was a chicken burger, but it’s beef. And I can’t eat beef, because, ya know, Hindus don’t eat beef. So, like, could you do me a solid and eat this for me? I hate wasting food and I’d feel awful if I threw it out.” I slid the burger towards her.

She nodded, pulling it towards her and taking a small bite.

I poured my croutons into my salad and started quietly eating when I heard Kiara mumble, “Thank you.”

I glanced up at her for a second, only to look back down. “Don’t thank me. I bought that on accident.”

“I saw you staring at me in line. And...I haven’t eaten in the past two days.”

I looked back at Kiara, who was looking everywhere but me. I decided to just ask.

“It’s because of what happened to your friends, right? You’re mourning?”

She nodded, still not looking at me.

“I understand. Grief isn’t something that has, like, a definitive answer. You just gotta let it run its course,” I said, putting my hand in front of my mouth because I was chewing.

Kiara nodded again and took another bite, a bigger one this time. I mentally high-fived myself for getting her to eat. I didn’t think it’d work.

“So, what do you want to do for the project?” I asked.

Kiara shrugged. “We could do current events. Maybe something environment related?”

“Like, an advertisement? We make a video talking about pollution or something?”

“Yeah! Or maybe we could organize something and get a bunch of people to come together and, like, clean up the beach?”

“Or we could go out on boats and find trash in the ocean?”

“That too!” Kiara’s eyes were shining now, and she was smiling. Wide. Much like the girl whose Instagram I was stalking.

“Sweet. Ok, so, the environment is one thing, do we have any other ideas? Like, isn’t the Outer Banks also famous for shipwrecks or something? I heard The Royal Merchant sank here. Maybe we could do a project on that?”

Kiara stiffened up when I mentioned shipwrecks. Did I say something wrong?

Shit. Her friends died at sea, how could I be so stupid?

“That’s...not a bad idea, actually. I happen to know a lot about The Royal Merchant. More than I want to know, actually,” She chuckled. She looked down at her hands, and then looked back up. “John B, my friend who died at sea over the summer, he and his dad were obsessed with finding it. We actually-,” she leaned closer to me. “We actually found it. But, uh, the gold isn’t there.”

My eyes went wide. I leaned forward, too. “Well, where is the gold then? Do you know?”

Kiara nodded. “In the Bahamas.”

“How the f- How did it get there, if the shipwreck happened here and no one knew where it was until you and your Pogue friends found it?”

She sighed. “Long story. I’ll tell you another day.”

“Wait-”

The lunch bell rang. I sighed as we stood up and grabbed our bags, walking towards the doors to leave for class. I really want to know how the gold ended up in the Bahamas.

“Well, thanks for lunch, Nikki!”

“Of course, Kiara, that’s what friends are for,” I smiled.

Kiara beamed. “Call me Kie.”

I was overjoyed. A friend. A real, actual friend. “Kie. Fantastic. Hey, Kie, do you know anyone named Rafe by any chance?”

Kie narrowed her eyes. “Yea, why?”

“Oh, nothing, I was just invited to his birthday party this Saturday.”

Kie rolled her eyes. “Be careful around him, ok? Talk to you later!”

“Uh, bye!”

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Yellow, or blue?

I held both dresses up to myself, looking in the mirror.

Saturday came, and it was time for Rafe’s party.

The party starts at 9 and was gonna last all night, but Topper wanted to take me out to eat, so at 7:30, I’m still deciding which dress to wear.

Both dresses are sundresses, short, flowy with shirred backs and knotted straps. They are literally the same dress, down to the little polka dots, just in different colors. I could wear either one, because I kept my makeup simple: concealer, nude eye shadow, mascara, and clear lip gloss.

I texted Kiara, asking her to choose a color, to which she responded yellow. We managed to get really close in just three days, which made me happy, because I felt that she was my only real friend at school, and, well, I was her only friend there.

I slipped the dress on and matched it with my white Birkenstocks. I went over to my dresser table (yes I have two mirrors in my room, sue me) and put on my white tassel fringe earrings. I kept my ‘Om’ necklace on.

I admired myself. My light brown skin looks good with the yellow and white, and my jet black hair, which I decided to not straighten, had slight waves, and reached my shoulders. I look like a rich, beach girl. A Kook, I suppose.

I grabbed my phone, taking a quick mirror selfie and snapping it to Topper, captioned ‘i’m readyyy’. He opened it immediately.

‘Damnn u look hot,’ he typed out. Ew.

‘aw ty,’ I typed back. ‘where r u?’

‘I’m omw. U have ur bag? The party’s on a yacht and there’ll be a pool.’

‘swim suit’s packed’

‘Fantastic. I’ll be there soon.’

I locked my phone, putting it into my purple and black NYU drawstring bag that also held my black bikini and a towel. I grabbed the bag hopped down the stairs.

Mallory and Krish, my sister-in-law and brother, were sitting on the couch, watching TV.

“Hey losers. My friend’s gonna be here any minute to pick me up.”

Mallory turned to face me, smiling. “Aw, you look cute! Have fun, and be safe, ok?”

“If you’re gonna be coming in, like, super late,” Krish added, not taking his eyes off the TV, “try to be as quiet as possible. Diya is a really light sleeper.”

Diya, my 5-month-old niece, made baby sounds. I took a couple steps forward and saw she was spread out on the floor, in her fluffy pink blanket, chewing on her gloved hands. I waved at her.

“Don’t worry, if I wake her up, I’ll take care of her. I don’t plan on drinking or smoking or anything tonight. Well, maybe drinking, but that’s it.”

They laughed. “Ok, ok, just have fun,” Mal said.

I sat on the floor, playing with Diya, until 7:50, when the doorbell rang, revealing Topper, wearing a black button-down shirt that was rolled up to his elbows (bless), Air Force 1s, ripped jeans, and a Gucci belt.

He smiled. “Ready to go?”

I smiled back. “Yep.” I turned to face Krish and Mal. “Bye Mom, bye Dad!”

“Bye, hun!” Mallory called out. They smiled and Top, too, and waved.

I closed the door and left, and Topper grabbed my hand to lead me to the car. “Sorry, I’d have introduced you to my parents, but they were too busy, like, ogling at my baby sister,” I half lied.

Topper laughed, “No worries. I’ll have plenty of chances to meet them, I hope?”

I smiled. “Yep, I hope so too.”

A complete lie.

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Dinner with Topper was...interesting. Instead of taking me to some fancy restaurant or whatever, he took me to this cute little diner closer to the beach, but not close to The Cut, according to him. “There are a bunch of restaurants here in the Banks,” he had said. “But not a lot of people know about this one. That’s why it’s my favorite.” He winked, and I nearly vomited in my mouth.

The place was real old-timey, with the little booths and a jukebox. We had burgers and shared a plate of fries and a milkshake. And honestly? It would’ve been really romantic if I actually liked Topper like that.

Don’t get me wrong, Topper is hot. He’s sweet to me, like cotton candy sweet, and really affectionate. I love touchy boys (consensual, of course, or they get their shit rocked), but he’s always grabbing my hand and playing with my hair. Which would be fine, but I barely know him.

And ever since he admitted to drowning that John B kid, whatever potential feelings I had just...disappeared. That paired with his Holier-than-thou attitude and his blatant classism makes him everything I would hate in a person, let alone a potential boyfriend.

Besides, I know the real reason he’s flirting with me. The Kook King of High School needs a Queen, and with his ex gone, everyone wants me to step into that role. Any other time, I’d be happy to be That Girl. But something just feels wrong about this.

Lots of people have told me I remind them of Sarah, apparently because she, too, was a bit of a social activist and an environmental freak (no wonder her and Kie were friends) which just confirms the fact that I’m just a replacement.

But, besides Kie, I have no other friends at OBX High. I have no choice but to go with it.

Driving close to the dock, I could hear loud music playing from somewhere. Leaning forward, I saw the yachts, one of them in particular already pretty full of people and neon lights.

“Yeah, Rafe tends to go all out on parties,” Topper remarked, gesturing towards the boats as he parked. “But they’re always fun.”

I nodded, plastering on a smile. I grabbed his hand. “Fantastic. Lead the way.”

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Ok, I have to hand it to OBX kids. They know how to get turnt.

At 9:30, the yacht left the dock and headed towards the sea. By 10, the party was in full form, with kids dancing, singing, swimming, smoking, drinking, everything!

It was a glorious mess.

Right now it’s 10:30, and I’d been dancing with Top when we decided to go get something to drink.

We went to the bar and I told Topper to just one of whatever he was drinking for me, so he got two Mai Tais. The bartender looked really worried, because, you know, more than half the kids at this party are underaged, so I slipped him a 50 for his troubles.

Top and I walked away, laughing at the bartender’s confused face. The familiar feeling of alcohol started to wash

We walked around and talked about life and the universe, and when we finished our drinks, we went to the deck.

I leaned onto the railing, staring into the ocean.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I asked softly. Growing up in Brooklyn Heights, I was never one for the ocean. I mean, sure, there were beaches an hour or two away from my old home that I visited often, but I was always a city girl. But this, this was something else entirely. The way the pale, white moonlight shined on the dark blue ocean, it was comforting, almost.

“Yeah,” Topper whispered back, wrapping his arm around my cold body, “really is beautiful.” I turned and saw him staring at me, smiling just a tiny bit. I shoved him lightly.

“You’re so corny,” I laughed.

“Maybe, but I made you smile, didn’t I?”

“...Shut up.”

We laughed, and he wrapped both arms around me and pulled me close to him. I stiffened a bit. Calm down, Nikki. It’s not that big a deal. But it is. I hate leading people on and I hated that he was always touching me.

I snuck my arms around his waist and rested my head on his chest. I’m short, I’ll admit it, standing at a towering five foot four with my two-inch platforms. Topper, on the other hand, is six feet tall, so my head tucked in just underneath his.

We stayed like that for a bit, swaying softly to some pop song. I felt myself relaxing, but I knew it wouldn’t last long.

“Hey, Nikki?”

“Yeah?”

“I, uh, I really like you.”

I pulled back and looked at Topper, who was fidgeting with my hair, and I narrowed my eyes “Wait, actually?”.

I hope he’s joking. He’s known me for less than a week! I mean, sure, you can have an instinct attraction to someone, yadda yadda, and maybe he wants to get to know me better, or whatever. Fine.

Maybe it’s because I don’t like him that, but I find his declaration of feelings a little ridiculous.

“Yea, I do. I know we just met, but I really want to get to know you more. No, I’m not asking you out...unless you want to date, that is, but I feel insanely attracted to you.” He brushed his hair back nervously.

I could reject Topper, and risk my popularity and social standing. It could end up well, it could end up terribly. But if I say I like him back, which is a lie, I guarantee my place as the most popular girl in the Outer Banks.

I place my right hand on his shoulder and my left hand on his cheek. Standing on my toes, I gently guide his face to mine.

As I close my eyes, I imagine that I’m not about to kiss Topper, but Hot Blonde Boy from Kie’s Instagram.

His lips are soft, really soft, and Top’s hands drop to my waist to pull me closer to him.

After we pull away, he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear and gently kisses my forehead.

“I like you too, Top,” I lied, “but I don’t want to rush into anything. We just met, and I’ve rushed into things before, and they never ended well, and-”

“Hey, hey, I get it,” he takes his hand to my chin and lifts it up so that I’m looking at him instead of the floor. “We can go as slow as you like, all right?”

I smile and nod. Top cups my face in his hands, and right before he can kiss me, I pull away and say, “Let’s go swimming! I’m going to go change, ok?”

He nods, ruffling his hair. I turn, pulling my phone out from my duffel bag and sending a text to Kie.

‘sos i just kissed topper.’

I walk into one of the changing rooms and change into my bikini. As I’m stuffing my dress into my bag, I see I get a text back.

‘dumbass!!’

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Apparently, when I said I wanted to go swimming, it translated to yeeting me into the pool and then jumping in after, and then us splashing each other, non-stop. I mean, I guess that is what you do at a pool party, but I have no idea. Usually, I just stand around and eat food and, you know, don’t actually go into the water.

It was fun and all, yea, but I was uncomfortable the entire time because he couldn’t- no, wouldn’t- keep his hands off of me.

After it became too much, I jumped out of the pool and sat down on one of the chairs, wrapped my towel around myself and feeling really uncomfortable. Topper climbed out after me and sat down at my feet. “Did I, uh, do something?”

Yeah, you won’t stop touching me, bro.

“No, no, it’s fine, I just got a bit claustrophobic, that’s all.” I checked the time on my phone. I had an idea. “Hey, I’m going to go find Kelce and Scarlet, ok?”

“Uh, sure, do you want me to come with you?”

Not really, no. “Uh, if you want, but I was just gonna have, like, a girl’s talk with Scarlet?”

Topper nodded and smiled. I stood up, shoved my towel into my bag, slipped my shoes on, and ran off.

I felt a little weird just walking around in a bikini, especially since I don’t know anyone here, but remembering that everyone else was just as scantily clad as I was made me feel a little better.

I went to the highest deck, where the eldest kids (and by kids I mean like seniors and 20-year-olds), hoping to find Kelce or Scarlet there because I hadn’t seen them anywhere else. But I couldn’t see them on the deck.

I walked around a bit and then decided to text Scarlet.

‘where are you?’

I got a text back immediately. ‘Top deck, near the front. I’m with the little kid.’

Little kid? I walked towards the front side of the ship and indeed saw Scarlet, wearing a dark red colored bikini, sitting in a lounging chair with a girl who looks like she’s in middle school. The kid was pale, with freckles, dark hair, and glasses. She was the only one at this point not wearing a bathing suit.

Why is there a kid here?

I sat down in the seat next to Scarlet and gave her a hug. “Hey!” I slipped my bag off my shoulders and leaned forward to face the young girl. “Hi. What’s your name?”

She smiled. “I’m Wheezie. My brother’s the birthday boy.”

“Wheezie?”

“It’s a nickname, my real name is- Oh, hey, Topper!”

I spun around. Topper was standing in front of me, arms angrily crossed over his bare chest. “Hey, Wheezie. Nikki, can I talk to you?”

“I’m enjoying the company of my new friend.” I gestured over to Wheezie.

“Yeah, well, I want to talk.” He roughly grabbed my wrist and yanked me up.

“Ok, jeez, lemme grab my bag.” I pulled myself from his grasp and turned around to grab my bag. Scarlet mouthed the words be careful, to me. I nodded.

“Bye, Nikki, it was nice to meet you!” Wheezie called out. I shouted pleasantries back. Topper grabbed my wrist again.

After dragging me halfway across the deck, he let go of me and turned around. “What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me?! What’s wrong with you?! You’re the one who, one, won’t stop touching even though we’re not dating and we barely know each other, and two, literally dragged me away from my friends when I was having a conversation with them! Are you like this with all the girls you like? Huh? Maybe that’s why your girlfriend left you for some Pogue, not because Pogues steal things, but because you-” I stepped forward and shoved Topper, “-don’t know how to treat a girl, no, a person, with respect!”

I stopped talking and realized that a lot of people had gone quiet. My face flushed with embarrassment until I heard someone shout.

“WOO! You tell him, Nikki!”

I turned and saw Scarlet and Wheezie jumping up and down and clapping. Soon, all the girls (and some of the boys) around me were clapping and cheering for me, congratulating me and telling Topper that he’s a dick.

I stepped towards Topper. “You and me, whatever thing you think we had going on, it’s done.”

I turned around and beckoned Wheezie and Scarlet to sit back down with me on the deck. The partying resumed, and I went off chatting with the two girls, but I saw out of the corner of my eye that Topper was getting all huffy and puffy.

I pointed that out to the girls. “Should I be worried?”

Wheezie wheezed laughed. “He’s probably just going to call Rafe and get him to tell you off.”

“...He’s gonna get the host of the party, who I don’t know and never met, to yell at me? Fantastic. Good thing he’s your brother.”

“Technically half brother, but yes, a good thing. Oh look, there he is right now!”

I turned around and saw Topper marching towards me with another equally tall, equally blonde boy right behind him. The difference is, this boy didn’t have as much of a hostile aura as Topper has right now.

“So, which one of you embarrassed my boy Top?”

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The boy, who introduced himself as Rafe, the host, beckoned Scarlet, Topper, and I inside of his suite. He closed the door on Wheezie, though. Bummer. I liked her.

Inside his suite were a bunch of twenty-year-olds, drinking hard liquor, dancing, and sitting around this big table. Rafe took his seat in the middle, told everyone else around him to fuck off, and had us, except Topper, sit across from him. Topper took the seat to his right.

He offered us a bag of white powder, to which Scarlet and I declined. Topper took it, though, and started setting it up to use.

“You use coke?” I asked Topper in disgust. I have nothing against most drugs, like weed or psychedelics, which can be fun to use sparingly at parties or whatever, but not hard drugs like opioids.

Topper shrugged at my question. “It’s not a big deal.”

“It is a big deal. What the fuck is wrong with y-?!”

“Ok, no fighting at my party, please?” Rafe sighed, rubbing his temples. “I brought you guys inside so that everyone else can enjoy the party while you guys have your little marital dispute-”

“WE’RE NOT DATING!” I shouted.

“Whatever,” Rafe sighed.

I stood up. “I’m gonna go hang with Wheezie. Scarlet, you coming?”

She was about to respond when Rafe stood up and said, “I’ll join you.”

I shot a confused look at Scarlet, who just shrugged.

I slipped my bag over my shoulder and walked towards the door, which Rafe held open for me, and we stepped outside, the air making me shiver.

Rafe pulled a pack of Dunhill cigarettes out of his pocket, put one to his mouth, and lights it. He gestured the box towards me and I take one, leaning forward a bit so that he could light it for me.

I rest my arms on the railing and close my eyes, breathing in the burning smoke and exhaling it slowly, being submerged in the light-headed haze of nicotine.

“How old are you?” Rafe’s voice interrupts my zen. I open my eyes and look at the boy, who’s very obviously checking out my bikini covered body.

I laughed and took another drag. “Sixteen,” I exhaled the smoke from my mouth.

Rafe’s eyes went wide, and he turned back to the sea. “Oh shit. My bad. Uh...how’re you liking the party?”

“It’s pretty good. Besides, you know, Topper being Topper, and you forcing me to talk to him.”

Rafe laughed. “Yea, I didn’t mean anything by it. I have a reputation of being a prick, and I’m trying to be better but, you know, not a lot of people respect you when you go from being a douche to a nice guy.”

I nodded, understanding what he meant by that. “Reputation with friends?”

He laughed. “Just,” he waved his hand free hand around, “Everyone. I wasn’t a good person. I’m trying to be better, but it’s hard when everyone already expects me to act a certain way and don’t give me a chance to change.”

I noticed the rings on his hands, like that boy from Kie’s Instagram. But unlike Hot Blondie, Rafe’s too old for me.

Which leads me to wonder…

“Did you know Sarah Cameron, by any chance?” I asked.

Rafe’s eyes went wide, and then he started coughing up smoke.

“W-Why do you ask?” He stammers, still coughing.

I gave him a weird look and just shrugged. “Curious, I guess.” I looked back at the ocean. “I’m the new girl, and everyone keeps telling me about all this stuff, but won’t tell me what actually happened, and I dunno, I’m just so confused.”

I turned to face Rafe, who was looking away, and I think I saw tears forming in his eyes. “Yea, Sarah’s my sister.”

Now it was my turn to cough up smoke. “W-”-cough cough- “Wait”-cough cough- “a minute.” I gasp for air and continue coughing. And after I finally manage to get some oxygen into my lungs, I say, “Sarah Cameron’s your sister? Shit, I’m so sorry, Topper never told me.”

Rafe shrugged, fiddling around with his rings. “It’s alright, I was just...surprised. No one asks me about Sarah or the Pogues anymore. After I came back from rehab-” He stopped, probably because he didn’t mean to say that, but he continued, “After I came back from rehab, I just...stopped beefing with the Pogues, especially JJ, Kie, and Pope. You know them?”

I nodded. “I know Kie, we’re friends. But not JJ and Pope. Never met ‘em, don’t even know what they look like, yet I’ve heard so many things about them.”

Rafe nodded. “They’re not bad kids, really. My time away made me realize how much of a prick I’ve been to them. Like, I caused them a lot of pain, and for what? For nothing. Literally just because I thought that, because they were poorer than us, they weren’t as good as us.”

I nodded. Then I turned and smiled, and stretched out my hand. “Well, it was nice to meet you, Rafe Cameron.”

He smiled and shook back.

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chapter three

#obx fic #obx #obx fanfic #outerbanks #jj maybank #jj fluff #jj angst #jj x reader #john b #john b x sarah #obx kiara #obx pope #rafe cameron #topper obx

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transrightsjimin · 4 years

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@trespassers-will ok here we go

i also watched the various videos hidden inside each photo and the videos that were posted today as well and took notes too hjfhk

1. hobi’s room

okay so i thought i would rank jin’s room first but then i saw hobi’s room and i saw that couch nd went OMG okay thats no.1!! i love this interior so so much, like i normally hate orange and blue as a combination but this seems almost more like red and blue and it really reminds me of hopeworld. there’s many pop art-like graphic design posters adorning the walls, showing lines like ‘hope‘, ‘sweet’ and ‘my way‘. the shoes on the closet(?) behind him were disaplayed bc those are the colours we wears the most in his fashion. and then there’s this iconic inflatable clear pink couch and him wearing a pink robe and just GOD what a mood, i want a room like this!! the chair reminds me a lot of the type of fun quirky furniture i fantasized about and incorporated into my drawings as a kid when i was around 8-11, probably because i got inspired by stuff like totally spies and polly pocket, which had all these designs clearly inspired by 60s and 70s space age design but more in pink and purple i guess.

also i hate the search for such stills bc even w safe search on, you still have godawful f3tish drawings depicting those kids from totally spies ending up in search results and it’s disgusting. but yeah it reminded me of that

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when i say polly pocket, i particularly mean this quik-clik (magnetic clothes and hair) era in 2005 which was what i had some stuff from. i had that couch / movie night! set and the pool and that

also i just really like hobi’s room because with all the posters and cabinets and clothing items laid out and a carpet and fun colours and whatnot, it really feels like an actual room you could live in, unlike any of the other rooms which feel very empty or too minimalist to me. but YEAH hobi’s room is my fav, i love the way a fuller room feels more cozy and habitable and floaties and inflatable floaties are AMAZING

2. jin’s room

jin’s room is so prettyyyy!! jins explanation of the room was very uhm confident and funny but i love that. the couch looks like a lilac shell, which makes sense as everything else looks very pearlescent. i really love cool-toned pastels like lilac, powder / baby blue, periwinkle and everything just looks like it’s part of a waiting hall for mermaids or something. there’s also gems in it which took me a while to realize bc i only noticed the glass chandelier and lamp but then i saw them in his hand nd on the table. i dont rly care abt gems / jewels but overall i just love how this whole room speaks ‘pretty‘ to me. robes are always a plus. as i was writing this, i was also reminded of hair extension mullet jin with iridescent clothing and all and that is actually my all time fav photoshoot / look of him. him saying he’s the gem of the room makes sense too as he’s sitting in the shell like a pearl. jin pretty pretty mermaid

ok from here on its getting harder bc place 3-8 is not so much abt which is nicer but which one actually makes me feel any emotion bc i just feel too exhausted for excitement over comebacks or anything really. also minimalism doesnt make me feel anything either. but ill try

3. jungkook’s room

ok ive been staring at a screen w few sleep for too long so ill try to go through my ranking faster bc ive been working on this post for too long, also partially bc i cant focus nd partially bc theres some i just rly dont feel much for but i feel bad for ranking one lower than the other or ranking smth higher when ive talked to someone who dislikes a room i like dghkfdf

but yeah i like jungkooks room! its a very intense blue tht might make you depressed if youre in it too long but again i love how theres multiple items stacked in the bg and intense blue lights, and the ceiling looks like it has soundproof padding. its like youre in a recording studio or at some vaguely nostalgic party of a friend of my mom, who had plants in her home nd rock music nd the tv on and was smoking nd it was a bit dark and mysterious. i like it, it intrigues me a bit nd makes me miss going to concerts. also this pic rly just reminds me of 2008-2010 pop music videos where theres always a party and dj and people are wearing sunglasses or something and theres a dance break at the end

4. yoongi’s room

also blue!! the first time i saw this pic it was bc someone sent it to me to say how ugly they thought the decoration / editing looked w the metallic dripping stuff from the couch and whatnot but i kinda like it :( i like his velvety clothing and the light blue in the rest of the room is really pretty. i like mirror themes when done well nd i like how the reflectiveness shows also in the metallic dripping nd metallic spheres and the mirror hes standing on nd the way light reflects on his clothes and from the lamp. only the lamp feels a bit too much like a contemporary art installation for me nd his room already is a bit too empty for my liking nd i had the feeling when i watched the vid of him walking through the room that there was not much to interact w in the room like it was a bit dull. his voice in the explanation videos made it feel more like a place of peace / solitude rather than boredom or loneliness though.

5. namjoon’s room

ehh i think place 5, 6 and 7 are interchangable at this point. namjoon woulve ranked lowest but i listened to his explanation videos and saw him goof around in today’s video and appreciated it a bit more. the room still looks quite minimalist and not super comfortable, like youre not allowed to touch anything there (which is the same for jin i guess but i dont view that as smth meant to look like a living room). i do like how the wood theme is present throughout each wall nd in various items and w the windows nd use of space it feels a bit inspired by japanese interior design and that that is inspired by his bonsai tree nd love for woodwork, but im not sure. i was actually quite shocked some of his explanations were so short. so yeah i place this 5th bc i like how coherent the theme is but it doesnt feel cozy or inviting nd still very cold to me, maybe bc it looks too expensive or minimalistic in terms of colours.

6. jimin’s room

i like the flowers but also i dont like tiny flowers nd they tend to be the stinkier ones. i kind of like how jimins room feels the most like a grandma one w all the flowers nd offwhite and the lamp and beige i think? but the colours are so muted and if anything it feels like a place for a bridal photoshoot nd im just so bored. i love jimin nd feel bad for ranking a room he curated so low but it rly creates no serotonine in my brain, just melatonine bc im sleepy. i like how the room i obviously quite packed w stuff, but then the washed out colours make everything still look very bleak. hmm. i do like how the flowers reach outside the borders unlike w any of the others’ photos. im about to fall asleep so let me quickly finish this post

7. tae’s room

the picture in the middle behind him is interesting nd i dont know how he made that, nd i do like how he described his room as a place where there would always be enough food for visitors. i know it’s meant to communicate some highbrow, artsy vibe but w the weird editing and lightning nothing looks real in the room he’s in (including himself, like it doesnt even look like hes in the room) and it just looks kitschy instead of artsy. yeah i dont gravitate towards this one, it’s like deep-fried and desaturated at the same time nd i tend to avoid looking at it subconsciously

8. the first room photo

i first posted a long description here why but it disappeared but in short. this photo evokes no emotional response to me other than think of kind of crappy hotel rooms i was in w my parents while on vacation nd we slept in the same room or something nd the beds were awful nd made my moms chronic pain worse. the clothing is very boring and so r the colours of the room. i know bangtan curated stuff but its still the least interesting photo to me, maybe im too depressed to feel anything idk

im sorry this was prob very boring TT_TT i tried my best to make a ranking but i rly dont know nor care as much as i would want to

#asks #trespassers will #rambles #long post

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julerocks · 5 years

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So here we go… dear @clariserenaldi this is for you and I really hope you like this little one shot.

Before I start, I have to go into some detail. A little while ago, we got that bts pic of Matteo lying on David’s desk and I saw that valve thingy was gone the day after and that was a headcanon I always wanted to read about.

Then Pauline’s druck fandom gift exchange happened and I thought “That’s it…this is the moment, use this and try to put your thoughts into words”. The thing is, I have never written anything before but wanted to be part of this wonderful event. Therefore, thanks to my lovely Inga @amyriadfthings and Pauline @shakshuka-grandpasweaters you both have no idea how much you helped me <3

And now, dear Steph this is for you.

Vielleicht Vielleicht

or how many headcanons can be put into roughly 2k words

Matteo thought he would sleep like a baby after these last days. He was sleep-deprived and yes, after the last 24 hours he would have bet all his money he would fall asleep the minute he laid his head on the pillow. However, David had other plans, not that Matteo complains, he loves this boy so much and making love to him after all this heartache and turmoil and not knowing if he would see him again felt like salvation and everything falling into place. From now on its David and Matteo, so simple yet so powerful.

Nevertheless, right now he is feeling more awake than ever. He is not sure, if David is still with him or if he is already sleeping. Matteo instinctively hugs David a little tighter to give him assurance he will be there for him even when he sleeps, trying to find his inner composure to fall asleep as well.

The floor lamp and both table lamps, which David switched on when they entered his room, are still on and Matteo feels the impulse to turn them off, so maybe he could find sleep eventually. He is convinced by now that David is sleeping soundly, considering his soothing and constant breathing. The problem is that half of David’s body is literally on top of Matteo and the latter does not want to wake him up, so he tries to move as slowly as possible. After a time that felt like an eternity, Matteo has freed himself from David’s embrace and stands up carefully.

‘These damn floorboards’ he thinks when they creak loudly as he takes his first step. He takes another step and tries to make himself as light as a feather. After a few steps, he arrives at the desk and switches off the floor lamp and the first on the table. He is reaching for the second one and the moment he wants to turn it off, his gaze falls on a red metal piece lying on the foot of the lamp. He touches the red thing, which seems to be the valve of a faucet, and asks himself what it might be.

“That’s from the pool,” David says in a sleepy voice and Matteo is so startled that he stumbles over his own feet and finds support on the desk chair.

“Alter… I thought you were asleep!” Matteo responds while trying to calm his heartbeat.

“It was cold all of a sudden and I noticed that you were no longer in bed,” David says and sits up. Matteo smiles fondly: “I just wanted to turn off the lamps and then I saw this valve and was wondering what it is.”

David tilts his head the way that Matteo loves so much, starts smiling warmly and begins to speak: “Well I took it with me the day we finally kissed.”

“Really?” Matteo looks surprised.

“Hm… I don’t know why, but I just had this feeling. Like something was gonna happen. First you fight with Sara… and then you wanted to get away with me. So yeah, I was very hopeful. That valve caught my eye just when I was thinking about what could happen with us,” David explains and rubs his face. “So I just couldn’t leave it there. Please come back to bed now.”

“Your wish is my demand,” Matteo grins and gets up, keeps the valve in his hand and goes back to David. He puts his arm around his boyfriend, David places his head on Matteo’s chest, and they both look at the red iron thing in Matteo’s hand.

“After I left you that Sunday morning I grabbed my jacket on my way out I found the valve again in my pocket. From then on, it is my lucky charm. These hours with you were the best I had in a very long time,” David pauses and looks up to Matteo.

“I had the valve with me always and everywhere. Down by the water that day and you told me that you broke up with Sara… I had it in my pocket and touched it to get some courage… I just I just wish I’d been braver that day.”

Matteo instinctively intensifies his embrace while David continues: “Do you remember that evening, when you messaged me after I came out to you, stating that you wouldn’t let me down? I was lying right here on my bed… holding the valve. Or when you called me before my math exam, I sat at my desk and had it right in front of me and I was relieved that you wanted to see me, you have no idea. That evening I went to bed happier than I had been in weeks, which was ridiculous considering in sight of the upcoming math exam, but I couldn’t help it, you know.”

Matteo briefly loosens the hug and puts the valve down on the floor besides the plant that is at his side of the bed and snuggles back to David again.

“I actually like the idea that you had something that reminded you of me the whole time. For me it was your drawings. I always kept them close, and pinned the second one on my wall and looked at it for hours. But don’t ever tell anyone about it, I still have a reputation to lose,” Matteo grins. “In an outburst I even crumbled the second one only to straighten it again afterwards. I couldn’t bring myself to throw it away.”

Matteo stops speaking because he has the feeling that David already fell back asleep and Matteo touches David’s hair because he missed it so much, but instead David asks softly:

“Do you know AnnenMayKantereit?”

“Yeah but that’s not my first choice of music. I’m more into K.I.Z, Frittenbude, Trettmann or RY X when I’m not in a good mood. Also a very important person to me introduced me to the music of a certain Irish singer. You know, I was actually familiar with that particular song… I mean I have not been living under a rock, but besides that song I haven’t heard any of his other stuff and have actually listened to everything he has ever released in the last 4 weeks,” Matteo pauses and strokes David’s arm.

“Always a pleasure to teach you some taste in music,” says David and fends off a loving punch from Matteo. “Since we are going down memory lane, do you actually remember which song you heard when we saw each other the first time in the hallway? I mean you were wearing your headphones that day,” Matteo asks.

“I was thinking about that yesterday, but you know what I have not a single clue. I would love to say something substantial like "Take me to church”, but yeah I have no idea. I mean, even if I did remember, the moment I saw you everything went blank. I had this strict plan of changing school, be as inconspicuous as possible to get my degrees for studying without having to interact with many people… yeah I felt that I never looked up from the floor, locking the world out while listening to music. However, the moment I actually did look up I saw your incredibly sad eyes, and I know it sounds silly, but I had the feeling even time slowed down. I felt drawn to you the minute we locked eyes,“ David laughs quietly to himself.

"It is cheesy, but I felt seen and I wanted to be seen, but only from you, if that makes sense. I had to take another look, that was nothing I could control, and then you looked back and I knew I was screwed and my plan had failed utterly,” David ends and after some time Matteo starts to speak:

“This is nice because I almost had the same feeling you know… I felt lost and the way you looked at me, I knew immediately that I wanted to get to know you and I was so freaking happy when you showed up at the abi prank committee… By the way, you were kind of checking me out.”

David starts to giggle and rubs his face into Matteo’s neck while he remembers this first interaction with the blonde boy.

“Ja! I actually noticed that,” says Matteo blissful while placing a kiss on David’s head. “My brain was running at full speed, just to keep us talking so I had to come up with something fast and was so relieved you accepted my offer of having a smoke with me,” Matteo chuckles. “But then you played that cool and mysterious dude and let me down with that eyelash. I was so proud of myself but you looked unimpressed as hell,” Matteo smiles and David places a little peck on his neck.

“Yeah, I admit that was adorable, you have no idea how much I have melted inside but I couldn’t let my guard down immediately… cool and mysterious you know."

David takes Matteo’s hand and looks at their intertwined fingers.

"I am so relieved I finally got you, Herr Schreibner.” Matteo kisses David’s brow like David kissed Matteo’s after their first time.

“And I am very happy I can finally be with you. There is still one thing I want to tell you and it has something to do with AnnenMayKantereit. There is this song called "Vielleicht, vielleicht” and I listened to it all the time in the weeks we were separated because it just reminded me so much of us. There are these lyrics that basically say that you see what I don’t show anyone else and that I can tell you things I am not telling myself, or that it’s easy to be honest with you and you give me time when I am not ready. Those words describe perfectly what I felt about us, even after that short time we spent together.“

Matteo kisses David. His mind is still overwhelmed at the thought that he is able to kiss David every time he wants to. He feels the warmth of David’s body and a sweet feeling rises in him. Is it possible that everything will be good in the end? They have each other from now on and Matteo just hopes that David knows he can trust him unconditionally.

"Would you play that song for me? I think I would like to hear it.”

“The AnnenMayKantereit song?”

Matteo nods.

David sits up, takes his cell phone from the bedside table and starts looking for the song. Matteo sees with half an eye that David is scrolling through a playlist that is called “Unterwasser” and Matteo can’t help but smile tenderly.

“Oh, will I ever get to hear the other songs of that playlist as well?”

“Yes, sure, but not now. Like a wise man once said: we have all the time in the world… or something like that.”

Both boys smile and they lie tightly wrapped around one another and listen to the voice of Henning May.

Suddenly Matteo feels overcome by drowsiness. He kisses David on the head and says “Enough for tonight. Sleep tight David. Ich liebe dich.”

But David can’t hear him anymore; he has already fallen asleep again.

Matteo takes the phone from David’s hand, covers him with a blanket and lies down himself, closes his eyes when…

‘Ah, god damn it… One lamp is still on!’

#druck #druck fandom gift exchange #druck fan fic #my headcanons

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groovyzombiellama · 5 years

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My Queen

Title: My Queen Requested? Yes. Plot: Being a plus size girl and dating MGK and he shows you how much he cares about you when you’re feeling down about yourself after a pool party thrown to celebrate MGK’s new music video. Word count: 1446

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The pool party was in full swing and people were dancing and drinking, the music was blasting. Colson had just finished shooting a music video for his newest single, and to celebrate the success, and fill up their batteries after a long week of shooting, the MGK team decided to throw a pool party. At first you were into the idea, still excited about another one of your boyfriend’s successful music videos, and you pulled out your favoite swimsuit, it was a pink one-piece, and the top half of it reminded you of one of the famous Marilyn Monroe swimsuits. Colson loved that one on you, and you did too. Colson and you met through a mutual friend, and the moment he first saw you, he knew he would be an idiot not to ask you for your number and get to know you. The sheer fact that your smile lit up the entire room and your laugh was like music to his ears and made his heart beat faster told him that he had to get to know you. And you ended up exchanging numbers and pretty soon you starter talking, and a few months later, he asked you to be his girlfriend.

It’s been two years since then and you loved the support you were getting from fans that you didn’t bother reading the mean tweets. But you would get upset at times, due to you not having the hourglass figure, that model body, and you seeing fit girls all around would have you occasionally thinking that Colson would be happier with one of them. However, as soon as Colson would wrap his arms around you and place a kiss on your forehead, all your worries would disappear, seeing the glimmer in his eyes as he would look at you. And as soon as you exited the house in your swimsuit , Colson’s eyes were on you. He was standing with Pete and Rook, smoking a blunt and he followed your every move with a slight smile on his face, feeling so lucky to have such a hot ass girlfriend. But you on the other hand, your mood was starting to dampen. While you were on the beach chair, skinny girls were giggling as they walked past you, and you heard so many comments about how could Colson possibly be dating you when he could have any girl he wants. You kept your cool and enjoyed your day, but those comments kept repeating in your head even after the party ended and Colson and you were back at home.

At the pool party, having Colson unable to keep his hands off you helped you block out the haters as they gleamed with jealosy. “You look so sexy right now that I just want to lift you up and take you to the nearest bed, no matter if people are watching us, and just worship you.“ He whispered in your ear, his warm breath on your neck making you shudder. You were checking your social media, being bombarded with paparazzi pics of you at the pool party with captions of hater profiles, and you frown, trying to scroll to any positive captions, but today was way different than usually, when positive posts and support from Colson’s fans outnumbered the haters. You were so focused on your phone, confused at yourself as to why you were reading those captions that you were taken by surprise when a smiling Colson wrapped his arms around you from behind, and the two of you even took a few steps forward as he leaned some of his weight on you. He kissed your cheek and placed his head on your shoulder to take a look at the screen of your phone himself.

Colson immediately frowned as you didn’t have time to close Instagram and he saw one of the captions hating on your weight, his smile disappearing and his brows furrowing as he let go of you and grabbed your phone from your hands. You immediately tried explaining yourself, because you knew how much he hated seeing people hating on you. “Colson, babe, listen. It’s not a big deal, I just tapped into it by accident, really.“ “Yeah, by accident, and that’s why you’re fifty posts in. Y/N I know these things can sometimes get to you, but I have no doubt in my mind that to me, you are the most gorgeous girl in the world.“ Colson locked your phone, placing it on the table next to which you were standing, and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. He rested his forehead against yours and sighed, as if trying to calm himself down more than you. “I hate people being mean to you with every fibre of my being. It hurts me a hundred times more every single time. It just hurts that they can’t understand how fucking happy you make me.“

You had your hands rubbing up and down his upper arms, and a small smile was curving your lips at the mention of making Colson happy. That was all you truly wanted, for him to be happy, and that was mostly why you were not always upset and doubting yourself and questioning if you should be with him, because Colson would not miss a beat in telling you almost every day how happy he was with you. And all the time he would post about you, you would see how in love he was, just as much as you were, and it would delete haters from your mind. It’s just today that you let them get in your head way too much. “You have to know that I love every inch of you, and that I think you’re so damn perfect that you shouldn’t exist. But I’m glad you do, and I’m glad you’re mine. I have no idea what I did to deserve you, but I’ll spend the rest of my life thanking you for chosing me to be your boyfriend.“

You were just about to melt in a puddle. It was nice to hear Colson say all these things once in a while, and you pressed yourself forward, wrapping him in a hug. He immediately hugged you back and all the love you felt from that hug caused your eyes to get a little bit glossy. “Thank you for all these kind words baby. I know you love me, as much as I love you, and you make me so happy too. Let’s stop worrying about the haters and focus on each other, yeah?“ You said and felt Colson nod with his cheek leaning against the back of your head, and you confirmed it with an ’okay’ and pulled away to look at him, your eyes still glossy, but you were not crying. When he saw the look in your eyes, the adoration you looked at him with, he leaned in and kissed your eyelids, your forehead, cheeks, nose, and chin before finally pressing his lips to yours. After parting, you turned to grab your phone, exiting the tab with all those hate comments and heading into the ’post a photo’ section, leaning against Colson’s chest as you asked him about which photo from today’s party to post.

After going through several photos, you found the perfect one, but while you were thinking of a caption, you felt your boyfriend kiss his way up and down your neck, causing you to close your eyes and let a moan escape your lips. You could feel his little(not so little) Colson poking your back, and the voice Colson now spoke to you in was slightly darker, filled with lust. The one he knows would turn you on. “You just reminded me of how mind blowingly hot you looked today. Just caption it with an emoji, so I can take you upstairs and show you how madly in love with you I am.“ Trying your best to think straight, you quickly typed out ’sunkissed’ and added a sun and beach emoji, that were luckily in your recently used ones due to you posting a story from the party and using them. You didn’t even wait for Instagram to inform you that you photo was uploaded, you placed your phone on the table and turned around to press your lips to Colson’s in a rough and passionate kiss. Your hands roamed each other’s bodies, as he lead you to your shared bedroom, not even bothering to close the door before throwing you on the bed and climbing on top of you. “I love you my queen. So fucking much!“ “I love you too. My king.“

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Thank you anon for requesting this imagine, it made me feel kinda better writing this, and it gave me motivation, thank you so much, and I hope I didn’t kill you with the fluff <3 I’m not sure if MGK soot a video by a pool, but this plot came to me first.(btw I have that swimsuit in real life, it’s similar to this one, but it’s doesn’t have the dress part and it ties behind the neck, oh and it’s pink haha)

Also, a bonus, kind of, just imagine Colson looking at you like in the first gif OMG I would melt if someone looked at me like that...

Also, also, I’m sorry for the typo in the last image, disrespect me*

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c-atm · 5 years

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Bittersweet meetings pt6

*November 7th..Night of Connie's birthday.*

Steven slightly turned the knob of the burgandy door at the back of the house; stepping into the kitchen of the Maheswaran household as he did many times. In his hand a small cobalt blue box with a gold ribbon, a gift for his closest friend on her birthday.

The kitchen itself was empty for the moment, but in the living room he saw some people not much. Most were already engaging in conversation near a wall or on the couch playing the gaming system. Though Steven could hear the music blaring from underneath them; the basement. He looked to the southern wall, saw the table where the gifts were being held and decided against adding his. He look towards the stairs and smirked as a plan formed in his mind.

He took to the stairs greeting people as he did and climbed up to the second floor. He walked to the second door on the left and entered unnoticed. A third of the room glowed in a natural light from outside; including Connie's bed and desk. He's been in this room many times before, but this time he felt different. There was a swell in his chest.

“it's been a few weeks since I've been in here. Still as orderly as ever.. and still smell of jasmine.” Steven let off a chuckle before taking notice of a slightly old picture of the two on her desk. the picture was taken during one of their group excursions, a karaoke bar. Steven and Connie was performing, mic in one hand and the other connecting them. He couldn't help but think how beautiful she looked in that pic, despite it being mid ‘belt out’ of ‘Partners in Crime’

‘But she always do...ok enough fawning over her. I'm here for a reason.’ He scolding thought before turning to the bed he gently laid the present on the blue pillow on the bed with a card next to it. Happy with his work, the teen left the room discreetly. as he was walking away from the room he felt two strong, feminine arms wrapping themselves around his shoulders and a very womanly form pressed behind him. He froze, feeling the person breath in his ear.

“Oh my. you've grown haven't you, Lil Stevie?”

His eyes widen at the sultry, accusatory voice before turning around and looking down at a 20 year old beauty, who was smirking at him. They had lighter mocha skin than Connie, slightly smaller nose as well. They shared the same hair color and length, though there was a streak of pink in it. They also shared the same black pools for eyes as Connie. He hugged the ;person and gave them a twirl.

“Stevonnie! Oh my gosh, when did you get in? How’s college? ”

The surprised person laughed a bit at his antics before tapping his shoulders. “ A week ago and it’s good, it's good. Hey, can you put me down big guy, you'll mess up the outfit.”

“Oops, Sorry.” He placed them down and stepped back at his older friend and alumni. “You’re looking great. You must be beating people away with a stick on campus.”

“Well yeah, that because I don't have my little protector...Though you’re not so little anymore.”

He watched them straighten out their skirt of their burgundy hoodie dress before shooting him a look. Stevonnie walked around Steven looking him over as they did, causing Steven to feel self-conscious as they poked and gripped his arms approvingly.

“What?” Steven watched them as Stevonnie stopped and whistled, hand on their cheek.

“Where all this man come from, you didn’t have all this when I saw you last”

“That was nearly a year ago, I did, and you still saw me as you ‘kid-brother’.”

“Then maybe i’m blind. Sheesh, you all growing up and becoming attractive young adults.”

“Your only what, two to three years older than us.”

“Where's the twelve-year-old who gave me and Connie chocolate every time he visited?”

“Oh god, you still remember those days?”Steven scoffed with an embarrassing smirk at Stevonnie's jest.

“How I'm supposed to forget my first confession; you were such a dapper little tween with your tuxedo and pompadour."

“Stop. Please stop mentioning my old crush.” Steven flushed red as stevonnie giggle at his protest as they ruffled his head fondly.

“You've really had grown since I've been gone, kind of sad really. If I knew my cute admirer would have such an upgrade, I would've accepted your proposal."

"Well too late, you sibling-zoned me. So you get to admire me from afar." Stevonnie rolled their eyes at his playful boast.

"Sure,sure probably for the best; last thing I want is to wake up to a rabid Connie...Speaking of, what are you doing up here?"

Steven looked at them sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head. "Just came from the bathroom."

Stevonnie arched an eyebrow and gave an accusatory smile as they folded their arms under their breast. "There's one downstairs where the party at and I just came out of the one up here, try again sweetie."

"Uhhh..Psssh..got lost."

"Really in your ‘home away from home’ Steven...Now tell me, Why did I see you come out of my little sister's room?"

Their authoritative voice froze the boy into submission. it sounded just like their mother and sister, same effectiveness too.

"I was just dropping of my gift, didn't want it to get lost in the chaos that is the gift table. That’s all.”

Stevonnie gave him a quick side eye glance before adopting a mischievous grin. “Sooo….What you got herrr?”

Steven shook his head and pulled his index and thumb across his lips. “Lips are sealed, Vonnie.”

“Oooo, it must be something good if you can’t share it with me. Which makes me \want to know even more.”

“I bet, but I ain’t saying anything...It’s a personal gift from me to her. That’s all”

Stevonnie lifted their arms in surrender at the serious tone of Steven.” No problem, far be it for me to pry in your two relationship...can I ask one thing though.”

Steven nodded towards his friend, who looked at him with a bit of sympathy.

"Is everything ok with you and her?"

Steven gave a faux smirk before shrugging his shoulders. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"You’re dropping off your gift.”

Stevonnie watched as a Steven nostrils flared ever so slightly and his persona was a bit more somber.

“Nothing is wrong. Me and Connie are alright.”

Stevonnie squinted their eyes in a small glare, hands on their hips. “Uh-huh...So are you going to stay then?”

“For a bit.”

“Glad to hear it and since that is settled, how about we go downstairs to the party, huh?“

“Wait a minute, Vonnie” Steven started to protest as stevonnie latched their arm around his.

“Nope, you’re my date for the moment and as such I want a dance. Maybe it’ll help you with that disposition of yours, yeah?”

Steven knew he couldn’t argue with as they dragged him down the stairs and smiled a slightly mischievous smile at him. Steven bit back a groan as Stevonnie sighed with mock melancholy.

“You know how to make a person feel wanted, Steven. Here I am dressed in one of my best, hanging on your arms, begging for your company and you don’t even appreciate it.”

“Stevonnie, come on..Just not in the mood for a party..that’s all.”

Stevonnie groaned as she led him to the kitchen away from everyone and pointed to a chair near it’s island. Steven sat, looking a mixture of bored and annoyed as Stevonnie sat across from him. Stevonnie glared deeply into his eyes before speaking.

“Does this have to do with the guy hanging around Connie lately?”

Steven tensed for a quick moment, tightening his fist before answering. “I...don’t know what you mean?

“The guy who introduced himself as Connie ‘boyfriend’.”

Steven eyes widened at that before standing up, lip in a tight frown.“Really, is that so?”

Stevonnie guided him back to his seat, holding his fist in a calming way. “Geez, relax lil’ Stevie, It’s ok.”

Steven breathed deeply but his demeanor didn’t change. “I’m fine..She can date whoever she wants. No skin off my back.”

Stevonnie giggled at his claim before answering. “Uh huh..Is that why you look like you’re ready to cause WW3 though 5.”

Steven blushed embarrassingly and bit the inside of his cheek. Stevonnie shook their head at the surprising stubbornness of the otherwise easy going lad. “It’s ok to be jealous, Steven.”

Steven scoffed with a mirthless laugh. “I’m not jealous...just feel some sort a way. mean..I wasn’t even aware that she did or would want decide to date anyone. Then she got with some no name while I was out sick and it was one of our close friends that set up the meeting and i’m the last one to find out.

Stevonnie nodded in agreement but before she could open her mouth, the door leading to the back yard open revealing Priyanka and Doug Maheswaran holding two string handled bags and a decorative cake respectively. The two on the island rushed to assist the couple, Steven helping Doug with the cake placement on the island, and Stevonnie taking the surprising heavy bags from their mother upstairs. Priyanka shaked and flexed her fingers and hands in relief before taking Stevonnies’ seat as Doug went and got his wife something hot to drink before giving the boy a small, motherly smile.

“Thank you for the assistance Steven.”

Steven waved the gratitude off .“Anytime Dr.Priya, you seem a bit tired though.”

”Priyanka nodded in agreement “Been up since early this morning getting all this together.”

Steven watched as she took the cup of dijong tea from her husband, giving him a tender kiss and a bright smile..It reminded him of Connie’s.

“how are you doing this evening Steven?”

Steven shook his head and blushed in embarrassment after being caught daydreaming. “I’m sorry, what did you say.”

Priyanka and Doug shared a quick glance before Priyanka spoke. “ How are you this evening, everything ok, Sweetie?”

Steven nodded his head and smiled at appreciatively at Priyanka. “Sorry yeah I’m ok..Just in my thoughts a bit.”

Doug smirked as he sat next to Priyanka and casually massaging her left hand.

“Well, we’re glad you found time to celebrate with us,Steven. For a minute, we thought you wasn’t going to show.”

Steven gave a slightly strained chuckle. “Yeah, I really can’t stay long though..Just long enough to drop off my present.”

“Oh and where exactly is the present,young man?”

Just a Steven was about to answer, a voice beat him to it.

“He sneaked into Connie’s room and left it on her pillow..he was very delicate as well.”

While Steven turned to see Stevonnie walk in, smirking at the now red faced teen; the Maheswaren shared a secret smirk between each other. Priyanka cleared her throat gaining the attention of the two..

“Steven that’s quite charming, though it begs the question...What did you get her?”

“Nothing, just a PMP she had her eye on for awhile and some other things.”

“Other things, hmm?”

“What other things, Son?”

Steven groaned at Doug and Stevonnie teasing; causing Priyanka to snicker before assisting the teen.

"Ok you two, leave the poor boy alone."

With a chuckle and scoff the daddy-child duo eased off Steven, who gave an appreciative nod towards the house matriarch.

"Gifts aside, I hope your sporadic appearances will become more frequent like it before. It's been a little off without your visits."

"You know, my parents said the same thing about Connie..."

Doug nodded with a smirk. “It has been a while since you stopped by..thought you abandon us, son.”

Steven gave a mocked scoff. “Nothing of the sort, Mensiour Doug..Just been busy, school, clubs and stuff.”

"He doesn't like Connie's new guy very much."

Steven eyes widen at the older person exasperatedly as Stevonnie took a seat at the other end of the island. "Really Stevonnie."

"Am I wrong?"

"Can't dislike someone I have never met…Can I ask, what is your opinion of him,Good guy?"

Stevonnie sighed. " He's a nice kid, but the 'relationship' seems kind of jokey."

Priyanka looked at her eldest with a slight disdain "Rude".

Stevonnie shrugged "But true. What you think Dad?"

Doug hummed with his eyes close before giving an answer. "Seems like a good guy, but I am in agreement about their relationship seeming kind of rehearsed."

Priyanka shook her head at her child and husband before turning to Steven, who was looking expectantly. "He's a nice guy, Steven."

Steven sighed. "That's good and Connie is happy."

"She seems to be,There's no big change in her demeanor. "

"Seems to be?"

The Maheswarans heard the irritation in his question.

"There seems to be a strictly platonic tone when she talked about jim. " Stevonnie chimed in causing Priyanka to begrudgingly nod in agreement.

"His name's Jeff, 'vonnie."

"For real?" Stevonnie flushed in embarrassment as both her parents and Steven nodded. "Don't that be all."

Steven shook his head at Stevonnie a small smile on his face when he felt Priyanka squeezed the teen shoulder gently before speaking. "Steven, she never told you about him?".

Steven shook his head again as Priyanka took a sip of her tea before continuing. "Don't let it get to you, Steven."

Steven shrugged "I'm not...Just felt like she ghosted me. Wouldn't she want her Biscuit to meet her boyfriend?"

Priyanka couldn't help feeling bad for the boy she saw as a son, but also feel a little giddy at the apparent jealousy. "Which is why you don't have to worry... Now, while I hate to come off as criticizing, if she has not introduced you to him, it may be a casual thing and not anything important. Which is believable, when you compare their interactions to yours, which are MUCH more intimate in nature."

Steven allowed a small smile on his face.It wasn't the first time he heard someone state, one way or another, that Connie and him seemed like a romantic couple. It got to the point that they would jokingly flirt with each other; calling each other silly pet name like 'Hubby and Wifey' and over-exaggerate seeing each other.

Though there were times when the flirting was very sincere and full of affection. Times when they referred to each other as ‘Biscuit’ and ‘Berry’. Times when they unwittingly found each other hand during their outings. Their joy rides on 'lion', where despite having a passenger sidecar,she always opted to sit behind him; her reasons being she feels more secure holding him and it’s comfy. Times when they watched a movie together and would end up cozying up together, one head on the others chest while the other held them close enjoying the warmth. didn’t matter if they were with their group or not.

“Looking kind of relieved there ,Stevie.”

Stevonnie teasing voice caused the teen looked up at the family who each member held a knowing grin.

"I have nothing to be relieved about...That being said I'm going to wish the birthday girl a happy birthday before I head home. He gave them an appreciative smile before he got up and walked out of the kitchen and toward the basement stairs. The music was loud even before he opened the familiar green door and for a quick moment blared as he opened and closed it. As he walked down the stairs the high paced rock music changed into a fusion of slow r&b and pop.

He opened the door darkened by the stairwell and entered the basement that resembled a small party hall; more than enough room for the 20+ people that currently resided in it. The basement was dimly lit with multicolored strobe lights, but not so much that it tempted unwanted attention. He could see everything clearly; from the mini kitchen on the far east complete with fridge,sink and refreshments. The DJ booth at the back with a good friend of theirs, Sour Cream, manning the one and twos.

He spotted some people from school as well as some from around the neighborhood. It was a sea of dancing and conversing `seventeen thru nineteen year olds...With a few twenty-one year olds they knew playing chaperone. All in all looked like it was a good time. He walked his way through the crowd saying his greeting to all who happened to spot him, giving the smallest of talks when he needed as he tried to find his berry, only to stop as his lungs got caught up in his throat as he saw her.

Forest green crop top sweater zipped down with a light green collarless shirt underneath, a pair of black Jean's that gently hugged her hips yet were baggy legged and a pair of small heeled copper boots. Her dark brown hair was in neat ponytail that stopped right at the center of her back. She had on the smallest amount of her signature lip gloss giving a slight but noticeable gleam to her lips and no other makeup

"Not that it's needed." Steven couldn't help his stare and the feelings within as he drank in the newly minted 17 year-old form. Her ever confident stance and gentle smiled as she conversed with the rest of their friends. The way her clothes showed off her figure respectfully and the gloss. Not the first time he saw her wear it and yet it made her more adorable. Yet he couldn't take a step towards her.

He was nervous. He was nervous to speak to Connie, something he hasn't been since the first time he met her. ‘The hell are you doing, Universe? It's Just Connie. Your bud, friend, confidant. Your Berry..The hell are you afraid of.' Steven breathed deeply trying to silence pounding heart. With clenched fists and determination he took a step towards her and their friends..

Only to see another slightly taller guy with a matching color scheme stand beside her. Very lightly tan skin, slim build, slightly messy brown hair, brown eyes. He had a small smile as he took her hand and introduced himself to the group .Steven watched as Connie was lead deeper into the crowd, seemingly not minding the hand on the small of her back.

Despite having a quite a few people between them, Steven felt he was right there with her. Her scent of jasmine and chai found his nose easily. Her unique giggle vibrated in his ear despite the music of ‘Tee lopes Yourniverse’ playing at a thundering level. His eves couldn’t leave his berry as she danced. The lightness of her steps, the small rotative movements of her arms, the sway of her hips and waist. It was all intoxicating, melodic and hypnotizing respectively.

He watched her date grabbed her hand and danced in away that was complementary to her own and despite being a visible distance away from each other, sans their hands, Steven couldn't help the heat in his chest and the small growl in his throat. As he was about to step towards them, he felt someone whispered gently and coolly in his ear from behind.

"Aren't you gonna wish her happy birthday?"

Steven turned in surprise as he came face to face with shining deep blue eyes looking up at him; familiar ocean blue hair was in a stylized bang-bob combo, and a slightly freckled face that held a sly yet sad smile.He found himself blushing under the gaze of one Lapis Oceana lazuli.

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matthenslee · 5 years

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5 Crazy Moments in the Pulpit

Awhile back, a buddy of mine, Josh Reavis, posted what turned out to be a very engaging tweet on Twitter. If you don't know Josh, you may know his alter-ego, "The Wrestling Pastor." Josh serves North Jacksonville Baptist Church in Jacksonville, Florida, and is awesome.

His simple tweet:

"The most bizarre thing that ever happened while I was preaching was..."

He then shared a story that hits home in the bear country of Southern New Mexico:

"Mine was at student camp in a room with huge windows on either side by a lake. Five minutes into the sermon, a giant black bear walks out of the woods about 20 feet from the room. I stopped my sermon so everyone could go to the windows and take pics."

After Josh asked for folks to share their own stories, I soon found myself with near side-splitting laughter. Stories like:

"Church member came in mid-sermon looking for his lost cell phone in one of the pews. I stopped preaching and asked if I could help him. "Yeah, I lost my phone. Would you mind helping me look for it?" We didn't find it. He left. We all laughed. I finished preaching. Good times." – Toby DeHay

"Most bizarre was doing a funeral service for a neighbor of one of my church members. They did it on their back pool deck, and I preached next to their pet rabbit in a cage. After, the deceased's New Orleans Jazz group fired up the band." – Matt Crawford

"Preaching a wedding. A lady in overalls with a buzz cut and a smoker's voice kept yelling that "she objected" as a joke. I ignored her, but the groom finally said, "Shut up, aunt Bertha!" True story. – Shane Pruitt

And of course:

"Realized my zipper was down." – Alan Stoddard

If you pastor long enough, you're bound to have a bizarre story or two, and perhaps God uses them to keep us humble or to prove He does have a sense of humor. Here are five of mine:

1. Angry Meth-Head.

It was a typical Sunday; I'd just read our text and bowed my head to pray. I said, "Amen," looked up, and directly in front of me was an angry man high on meth, right smack-dab in the middle of the aisle.

One of our deacons led him to a seat, where he sat staring a hole through my soul for the duration of the sermon. We met afterward, fed him, and got him some help. Aaaaaaand updated our security plans.

2. They Weren't the Only Ones Sleeping.

Years ago, I started a worship service at a local retirement center. It was fun, though they often complained about my beard and one guy routinely stirred his glass of ice water during my sermons.

One Sunday, I had a terrible cough, so I decided to take some cough medicine before we left, hoping I could get through the message. The problem was, I took some Phenergan, which meant I slurred through the whole sermon until I could get home and go to sleep.

3. Daddy Said a Bad Word.

Once, I preached a sermon and used the word "ass" properly and in context. In fact, I think it was a quote, but I can't remember. Nevertheless, it was the very, very audible gasp of our youngest daughter, who was horrified her daddy said a bad word.

4. Dive-Bombing Wasp.

When I served a church in Little Rock, we had a long and narrow sanctuary. I was the youth pastor at the time, but the pastor gave me many opportunities to preach.

On one of those Sundays, I spotted a wasp flying around all over the sanctuary. From the balcony to the pews, side to side, top to bottom, it was racking up frequent flyer miles.

Until it dive-bombed me.

For whatever reason, my reaction was to punch as hard as I could, and I killed it on the spot. The folks in the pew had no idea what happened; all they saw was their weird youth pastor make a punching motion in the middle of his sermon.

5. The Scream.

This one still haunts my dreams, but it came during a time the senior pastor gave me the challenge of preaching through Malachi during our Sunday night services. Most of them went well, but this one? Man, it was a disaster.

I stumbled through the whole thing and just tried to race to my conclusion, probably thinking I should quit and sell insurance. During the closing hymns, I slipped out to the bathroom to wipe the sweat off my face and collect myself.

I put my head in the towel, let out a blood-curdling scream, and returned to the shocked faces of our chapel full of senior-saints, and a sound guy smiling from ear to ear. He'd forgotten to turn off my mic.

I love what Josh had to say about this social media experiment:

"Every Sunday, Twitter is full of declarations of "extraordinary" church services. You can start to wonder if anyone else is dealing with the same crazy stuff that occasionally happens at your church. This thread turned into a good reminder that "extraordinary" is a relative term."

That it is, brothers, that it is. You're not alone if you bomb a sermon or have something crazy happen during your service. Not every message will be a "home-run." Often, you'll just hit a single and advance the runners...and that's okay.

Stay faithful and lighten up a bit...

#funny humor preaching

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untilthenextencore · 6 years

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Beyond My Wildest Dreams Ch. 1 Pt. 2

Sitting & settling down in the darkness of the theatre, Robert, armed with a small bag of popcorn & small drink had the fortune of ending up sitting through the trailers for the very same movies that he had foregone in order to see this one; True Grit, Easy Rider, Wild Bunch and all. Thankfully he was able to distract himself by people watching & snacking on popcorn. Most of the others were young lads, he heard a word or two in Italian, marked by a touch of the local accent.

One lad he caught - when prodded as to why he had chosen this out of all pictures to see - admitting to friends that this was but one of their many viewings of the film, adding. “A friend of mine recommended this pic. He said it made him want to learn Italian for the girl alone! He says he’s seen it probably about 20 times already!”

The film started soon enough after that thankfully, saving him from having to sit through and struggle to distract himself from any more heaviness or potential hyperbole.

For Robert soon found himself not only distracted but thoroughly enchanted as the lights dimmed even further & the screen flickered to life, announcing the featured presentation. As the opening credits rolled, and soft music played in the background, each lyrical sounding word rolling across the screen in script fascinated him to no end.

At first the only glimpses of the “infamous” Deanna came in pieces. Fractions. The hem of a white nightgown billowing in the breeze. Tanned toes, the nails painted a soft melony shell pink. Calves & feet seen in silhouette through that same nightgown’s hem. Long, loose raven curls fluttering softly in the breeze, a ribbon loosely tied around her crown, the ends of the bow fluttering along in the mix. Body folded in on itself with her arms circling her knees, tucked into a little ball; a ball balanced on the balls of her feet, on the broad expanse of the curved balcony of her room. Her compacted form was framed by moonlight & a nearby tree whose branches seemed to reach out in an attempt to touch, to graze, to caress her just as the moonlight did… Just as the breeze did… Just as the audience did through the camera’s gaze… And subsequently… Just as Robert’s eyes did…

And the camera at last zoomed in & focused on a close up of Deanna’s face, at first in profile, then turning to gaze down at her from above, with her returning the “gaze” by looking up in kind, up to the moon & smiling serenely. The look in her eyes as she smiled, held a gaze as distant & detached, as far away as it was present, near & warm.

That face…

It caught him by surprise.

It caught him off guard.

It caught him with a handful of popcorn stilled in mid journey to his mouth, fingers and kernels grazing and poised at his lips… Momentarily… For the next thing he knew, Robert’s fingers went lax & the kernels dropped to his lap completely ignored as his gaze stayed locked on the screen.

That face.

That face!

Those eyes…

Those eyes!

Those Eyes!

THOSE EYES!

Two pools…

Like maple syrup…

With a gaze that stuck to him. Clung to him. Found and fixed itself into a little corner of his mind… And stayed there.

His studying of her features continued. A fine if slightly snub nose. A touch of baby fat still perhaps. And a set of full lips, plush, soft, inviting, tempting. All of it maddening! Robert didn’t know what to expect walking in. Now that he saw he realized that he should have expected NOTHING LESS from a “Daughter of the Moon”!

The movie had him riveted though it was nothing but a slice of life film. Deanna lived next door to this chap with a rather drab, humdrum life. She meanwhile was a quirky sort. One of her main quirks being her balcony side moon gazing. The chap absolutely adored her.

"Who wouldn't?! Living next to that?!" Robert thought.

The boy adored her in all her faults & little imperfections. Even in her little moods & flashes of temper. She kind of reminded Robert of Maureen in those scenes. Ah, women!

The lad found a new way of life with her. She opened his mind to all sorts of new experiences, taught him to enjoy even the smallest pleasures in life. Sunlight. Rain. Music. Books. Movies. Picnics. The Beach. And even though the lad didn't get the girl, and though aside from hand holding and hugs the only kisses she gave him were on the cheek - Deanna making it clear she only saw him as a friend and wasn't interested in settling down just then - by the end of the film he was at least that much closer to manhood after knowing her. Learning to stand on his own feet & learning to enjoy life thanks to her.

In terms of him trying to escape what was plaguing his mind, Robert couldn't have picked a better one. By the time the lights came up, Robert wasn't ready to leave. He wasn't ready for it to be over. At first he had thought the guy's friend who had apparently seen the movie 20 times was a bit excessive. A bit much.

But now...

Now...

Now he got it.

He got it & as he sat there watching as the rest of the people dispersed, contemplated as to whether or not he should start up a similar count as well. A similar number of viewings as well.

He wanted to.

Really wanted to!

But he didn't really fancy the idea of paying for all those showings of the same movie.

He was at a loss...

Until...

"Excuse me, sir." Robert heard those words just as he got a whiff of a soft powdery perfume cutting through the movie theatre butter smell that permeated the air. A soft voice called from just behind his seat, a finely manicured hand giving him a gentle tap on the shoulder as he turned to face the girl. A petite thing halfway in between blonde and brunette with honey caramel colored hair, and eyes that he couldn't quite make out the color of. So, in his head he supposed them to at least have the possibility of being at least a little bit in the way of being maple colored. "I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to leave. You see the show's over & before the next show we have to sweep up and... Wait... Wait... Wait..."

Those potentially maple colored eyes narrowed slightly before flashing wide as the girl gasped.

"Wait... Wait, aren't you... Aren't you that singer? From that new group? Led Zeppelin? You're Robert Plant, right?"

Bingo!

Like clockwork Robert found what might just be his key to making it a day at the movies.

"Guilty as charged I'm afraid." He laughed. "And now that you have my name squared away my dear, might I have yours?"

"Allison! My friends call me Alli or Al. Oh my God! I can't believe it's you! I've seen you like a ton of times and I listen to you all the time outside of that! I can't tell you how many copies of your album I've burned through! I love your voice! It's just so sexy! It's so primal and... Oh my God!" She gasped, covering her mouth with her right hand.

"I'm rambling! I'm so sorry! You must've come here to get away from people like me. Just rambling & carrying on like so. You must be just sick of that. I bet that's even why you picked a foreign feature, huh? I feel so stupid. Ugh... I cannot believe I just did that! I'm so sorry! I just got carried away and... I guess... I... I dunno... I just... I... I... Ugh... I dunno... Sorry..." She mumbled as a blush began to flare & creep across her features.

Robert just laughed, taking her free left hand in his, giving it a comforting squeeze. "Not at all, love! It's nice to hear that one is so well thought of. Especially to have such nice thoughts thought about you. Such scintillating ones too..." The corners of his mouth perked up, dimples popping in his cheeks.

"Sexy? And primal too no less? My... That is something! Certainly not something you hear everyday! I'm flattered. And I thank you." Robert leant in, placing a kiss to the back of her hand making her little flare of a blush roar across her face.

Robert then grinned up at her as he asked. "By any chance... There wouldn't be any place we can continue this conversation in private would there, Allison dear?"

"Um well, my family runs this place so... I'm sure we can try to find somewhere." She swayed a little, giving his hand a soft squeeze for the playful squeezes he gave her, never relinquishing the firm hold he maintained on hers. "But you're so busy I bet... With touring and all... You really want to spend time with me?"

"With a stunner like you? Of course I do, Allison! Who wouldn't?" He grinned even wider at her blush intensifying all the more at his words. "But first... I have to know... Are you sure you can find us a place to be alone?"

"Yeah!" She nodded. "I mean... If push comes to shove there's always an office or the projection room between shows. Or I can just postpone cleaning here for awhile. I'm the only one assigned here. This movie is at the end of its run here so there's not as much mess anyway."

"Perfect!" Robert smiled, taking the opportunity to lift the armrests on his seat & tugging her closer by the hand, getting her to perch on his lap where his arms found their way around her as he purred. "Now then, luv. Where were we?" And before she could respond much less even think to respond, he was on her, his lips fusing to hers with her falling into the kiss not a moment later.

Ah, yes...

This day was turning out to be just what Robert needed...

Even when he didn't expect it or didn't seek it out...

Even when he didn't expect them or seek them out...

Today he was surrounded by pretty girls...

Young pretty girls...

On screen and now on his lap...

Pure softness...

Soft curves in his arms...

Soft hair tickling his neck...

Soft perfume wafting around them...

With her soft lips on his...

Soft moans humming into the kiss as he took over and took control...

And slowly began to undo & peel her clothes off bit by bit...

As she reached down between them and worked on undoing & unzipping his trousers...

Freeing his rousing & rapidly hardening length which sprang forth to nestle in and find a home between her thighs...

Ah, yes...

His favorite kind of escape...

#led zeppelin fanfiction #led zeppelin fanfic #robert plant fanfic #robert plant fanfiction #jimmy page fanfiction #jimmy page fanfic #untilthenextencore

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Too Old To Tumblr?

I’m grateful for new experiences, hence my profile, or avatar, or whatever people call that icon on my new Tumblr blog page. It’s a picture with a heart with the word “Grateful” across it. I truly believe each day is a gift and a chance to just get it right, but I must admit, after hours of exploring and browsing, I’m feeling a little too old to Tumblr. I first hit Tumblr as part of an assignment from my professor. I’m a more mature woman who frequents Facebook, which recently my professor reminded me of. If you have a few seconds, you can listen for yourself. Now, I wouldn’t call this shade because it’s a fact. According to Sprout Social, which is a social media branding company, 84% of Facebook users are 30-49 years old. My assignment is to explore a social media platform that I’m unfamiliar with and write about it in a newly created Tumblr blog. So, I asked myself- first of all, what is Tumblr? I’ve heard of the social media platform, but have never used it. This is when I decided to use Tumblr as the platform I’ve never used. First, I created an account and thought I would use my name but realized no one was using their names. I saw names like “perfectly,” “meanplastic,” and “chocsaurus-rex.” 😳

The site also has a decorative dashboard with options to chat, text, and upload videos and pictures. You can also follow these users who hide behind these names, which I now realize usually have something to do with their blog. According to the Business Insider, 46% of users are 16-24 years old. It could be the reason I couldn’t believe there’s a “Hot Dog Legs” blog, which features hundreds of pictures of hot dogs mimicking those legs at the beach or by the pool pics. It’s one of the most popular blogs on Tumblr.

There are a couple of business owners who use Tumblr, but many of them seem to use Tumblr to post pictures and other links to social media pages. If you’re a dog or cat enthusiasts there are Tumblr blogs just for you. There is a search engine where you can look for specific brands or subjects you want to read about. By the time I logged off I had one of those discrete names- jensuh10 and created a theme. Some of them are free and some you have to pay for. I give myself a 10 for trying something new- assignment or not. As I mentioned, I’m grateful for each day- “Grateful Heart” is my new avatar. By the way, again- is that what you call it? In a way, Tumblr reminds of Instagram or Pinterest, with a little more writing. There are chat rooms and share buttons too. But, I think I’ll stick to Facebook for every day social media interaction. With what I’ve seen, I think I’m just too old to Tumblr.

#toooldtotumblr?

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A bratty millennial visits a museum and becomes a blowjob obsessed 50’s bimbo

Meredith tapped her phone and scrolled through the news feed, desperate to kill time until her meal ticket for the day arrived, some dorky looking guy named Bill or something. He was late which only served to piss her off more, she was already stooping low enough to let this guy buy her a meal but who picked a lame American history museum? She stood against a large stone pillar that served as part of the entrance to the building, the bright sun beat against her exposed shoulders and made her black hair warm to the touch. She wore only her minimal amount of makeup, no need to impress a guy that wore a bowtie in his profile pic. She scanned the sidewalk again, there’s no sign of him as she shielded herself from the sun with her hand. The little shit was already five minutes late, and the sun was persistently shining in her eyes. She looked the rotating door that leads into the museum and sighed, hoping the inside she could at least find a bench and try to think up as many ways to blast this guy on twitter as she was able.

Her shoulders visibly slumped as she found that there was nowhere to sit in the entranceway, she pressed on though, not wanting to simply bake in the sunlight. She thanked God for her phone right now, the further she progressed into this place the more she regretted agreeing to meet this guy. Everything in this building just reminded her of how great everything is now and how sexist and racist people were before. Slavery, genocide, rampant sexism, that’s all that was here, and it was no less prevalent than right in front of her. The nineteen-fifties exhibit was an assault on the eyes with its absurd colors and silly displays of toxic masculinity. Picture of cars and racers outfits filled nearly an entire wall and more things of that nature were littered everywhere.

She thought it was all bad but found out she was quite wrong when she saw an entire room dedicated to “Fashion of the Fifties”. There were some suits for the men, and the basic James Dean clothing but the worst by far was the women’s attire that took up ninety percent of the space. Nothing but long dresses and short shorts, apparently women were either meant to look modest or like harlots. Meredith couldn’t stomach the idea of dating a guy who liked this crap any longer, she whipped her phone out and desperately texted for her friend Ashlee to save her, she should be polishing off her afternoon jog about now. As she composed her S.O.S her eyes fell on the most offensive piece of clothing she had seen yet. It was a huge black bikini with white polka dots, the cups looked like they could hold volleyballs and the shorts that came with them were big in the seat too. There was a plaque on the bottom of the display case that said these were all the authorities could find of a woman who disappeared in 1954. Apparently, they were cursed and spelled doom for any woman who had them. ‘People were so dumb in those times, who’d believe in a real curse?’ she thought. She could no longer tolerate all this offensive crap and in an act of defiance reached her hand out and flicked the cup of the bikini. As her finger made contact she could see an arc of electrical energy pass between her finger and the bra, she felt the muscles in her hand tighten sharply and pain flashed in her mind. It was so jarring that she unconsciously pressed send on the message she had composed to her friend.

“Fuck!” she cried out and fanned her hand trying to alleviate as much pain as she could. ‘Stupid outfit’, she thought, ‘What the hell did it do that for?’ She inserts the throwing tip of her finger in her mouth to calm it down, and a moment later all the panic and pain have gone and only the sounds of sucking can be heard in the empty exhibit room. As she walked out though she found it very difficult to find a reason to remove her finger from her mouth, something about the digit between her soft lips and being played with by her slobbery tongue was just becoming more and more irresistible, but still wasn’t quite hitting the spot. She tried to think of what it was that her mouth seemed to be craving but nothing leaped to her attention. She stomped her foot in a huff and felt her body tremble at the impact in places she never remembered trembling before. She looked down and thought she could see her breasts actually growing larger, but that was just silly, boobies didn’t do that. She must just be breathing real deep or something, they can look bigger when you suck in a breath sometimes. Something shined out of the corner of her eye and drew her attention away from her expanding boobies, it was a perfectly maintained chrome grill attached to a 1953 Chevrolet Corvette with a V8 engine, she had passed by the innovative machine without a glance before but now she couldn’t take her eyes away. It was painted a fire red and had classy whitewall tires, she leaned over the velvet rope to get the best look she could and didn’t at all acknowledge the weight of her new pendulous breast pulling to the floor or the tightness in her denim jeans. All she was focused on was the car and the thought of getting into the pants of whatever stud had the pink-slip.

So enthralled by the feat of engineering, she didn’t feel as her jeans tore a whole down the middle, giving her growing bottom room to breath and she never noticed how tight her loose fitting shirt had gotten. She never bothered with bra’s, before she never truly needed one. Her lips were still wrapped around her digit as they became plumper and fuller. The soft angles of her face became sharper and the roots of her short hair became lighter then the color shot up each individual strand of her hair, leaving her a golden blonde. The changes to her tresses continued and her hair grew, her bangs developed and after a minute she was left with a head of long, wavy blonde locks and bangs that curled over her forehead.

Meredith had closed her eyes and felt the imagined wind on her face as she thought about her in the car and her man driving it as fast as it would go. She was so lost in her daydream that she couldn’t feel the draft as all her clothing had begun to seemingly melt off of her body and pool at her feet. For a moment it swirled around her ankles and the pool then began making its way up her supple legs again. It flowed up her body in a singular mass but left a residue behind that toon took shape. On her feet were a pair of hot rod red heels with a four-inch lift, her legs were clad in thin black stockings that disappeared just above her knee into a skirt that flared out and matched her shoes. Her torso was encased in a very tight fitting, red bustier that left the tops of her large chest exposed for all to enjoy. She wasn’t capable of being bothered by this things anymore, all that occupied her mind now was having fun, fast cars and wrapping her plump lips around her man’s juicy—“Um, are you Meredith? I’m sorry I’m late,” a voice behind her said, snapping her out of her fantasy. It was a shorter man with frizzled red hair, a plethora of freckles dotting his face and a yellow bow tie holding the neck of his short sleeved button up shirt together.

“That’s me, babe, do I know you?” Meredith said, tilting her head and pursing her lips.“It’s George…from the Kindling app? I…uh, I’m your date?” he said, stammering and trying to maintain his composure in the face of such a beauty.“Oh that’s right, I’m here to meet you aren’t I? Silly me!” she said, tittering into her hand, “I just got distracted by this bad car here.”“Oh, you don’t like it?” He says, a little more wounded that he should’ve been.“What? No silly. Bad? As in really cool? You need to get with the chat today Daddy-o.”“Oh! Good, I was gonna say…cause that’s actually my car…” Meredith’s Jaw fell open, this nerd owned a cherry ride like that? He must be loaded! The corners of her mouth turned up in a smile, she just hit the jackpot! “Really?! That’s so banging! You gotta take me out for a cruise sometime!” George blushed a little, he wasn’t ordinarily so complimented. “It’s nothing much really, I own all the cars here. I’m a bit of a collector…”“You must be an inventor or something right?”“Oh no, I just make software and stuff like that…” Meredith wasn’t quite sure what software was but this guy was loaded and she didn’t really care. She looked around and confirmed that no one else was nearby before she made her move. “You know George, I’m one of those ‘fast and easy’ types of girls that your momma warned you about,” she said as she closed in on him. One hand wrapped around his neck and the other handled his zipper slowly bringing it down. She pulled his face into her chest and gave him a mouthful of her warm honkers. She used her other hand to pull out his half erect cock and coax it all the way there. Holding the warm Johnson in her hand made her mouth water and she slowly pulled her knockers away from his chest and sank to her knees. She lined up the engorged tallywacker with her mouth and looked him in the eyes, “So what do you say, Georgie? I take you for a ride, then you take me for one?”

The end. Hope Y’all like it!

#bimbo tf #time warp #request #obsession

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Saturday, Sept 29th, 2018 Day 39

I woke up at 11:40am. I had a few messages from my friend group chat saying that we were going on the 1 o’clock bus to Akita city where we will walk to an onsen. I was so hungover from the night before though that I felt like absolute death. I ate a waffle (they have individually packed Belgian waffle breads here and they’re usually really yummy) and a cucumber and chugged a ton of water and felt a little better. For the onsen, I packed a large towel, a small towel, my shampoo and conditioner, and a change of clothes. We rode the bus to the train station where we were to board the train that would take us the Akita city. The bus ride was rough, the motion of it was making my hangover so much worse. We got our tickets and I was going to go to the bathroom before we got on the train but the bathroom nearest the train platform was locked and dread closed in on me. I followed everyone to the train platform anyways and then accepted the reality that I couldn't make it through the train ride without throwing up. There was only 7 minutes until the train was scheduled to come, so I ran up the stairs from the train platform, past the ticket booth, down the stairs to the bus terminal and into the bathroom and threw up. I had 5 minutes to throw up and also make it back to the train platform. So while I probably could have thrown up a few more times I had to run back to the train platform in a cold sweat. I felt so much better after that, but when we got off the train in the city, I started to feel terrible again. I didn't throw up again but walking around the city was brutal. We met up with Chen and went to a convenience store called Lawson’s. What I really wanted was some watered down chicken noodle soup but obviously I couldn't have that. So instead I chose a few things from this heated broth basin (I really don't know what to call it). I chose a radish, tofu, and a hard boiled egg which had all been sitting in this broth. I tried to eat but failed at consuming anymore than a bite of the radish. The broth was just way too salty for me at that point. We walked to the onsen and we locked our shoes in lockers near the door then made our way to the women’s locker room and onsen bath. When we walked in, the first thing I saw was a naked elderly woman drying herself off and it shocked me into realizing where we were. I think the agony I was in from my hangover had made me space out without realizing it. I started to get nervous because I knew I was also about to have to get naked in front of Chen and Carson and a bunch of other women strangers. But then I asked myself, “Why do I care?” and told myself that I should just relax. We found our lockers and undressed. I used my small towel to cover my private areas as we walked to the showers. They were sitting showers so there was a small stool, a bowl, and a removable shower hose, as well as shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. It may sound dumb, but I didn't know if I was bathing like a Japanese person usually does, but I also knew I couldn't look at the other naked women long enough to find out without seeming creepy so I just went with it. And then I realized that the other women also would be trying to not look at me too long. I found a lot of comfort in this because I’m used to people on the streets and at the mall staring at me and it makes me uncomfortable. Children usually stare the most but that doesn't bother me because I know they are just curious.

Anyways after my shower I felt soo much better and then when I joined Chen and Carson in the first onsen pool, I felt like a new person. The water was rust colored and was so warm that it completely relaxed me which allowed me to get past the fact that I was naked. We went outside after a few minutes because Chen and Carson got hot from the water. The outside air felt chilly in comparison to the water and it reminded me of fall which increased my good mood even more. Outside were two more deep full body baths for sitting, a foot bath, and two very shallow full body baths for laying down. We went into the deep full body baths first but they got really hot after a couple minutes so when we couldn't stand the heat of those anymore we sat on the rock bench where the foot bath was. We sat there for a pretty long time just talking and then I started to feel kinda sick so I got out and sat on a wooden bench nearby. The cool air was really refreshing. Then I laid down in the shallow full body bath where the water was just a little warm and had some algae and salt in the water. There was an elevated rock surface and a wooden “pillow” for my head. Despite the rock surface jabbing me in the neck and the wooden pillow not cushioning my head at all, I laid in the shallow pool for a long time because I felt like laying down was the best thing for my hangover at that point. I tried to take a nap too but I couldn't get past my neck hurting from the wood and rock so instead I just meditated as I listened to the very peaceful music they were softly playing. After about 10 minutes of laying down I joined Carson and Chen back at the foot baths for a little bit. We then went inside and I laid in another rust-colored pool where you laid down and there were jets that massaged your feet or tickled them depending on how you placed them. We then showered again to get the salt off ourselves from the water and got dressed.

We joined Caleb and Kevin in the lobby and then walked back to the train station to go home. I was starving when we got to campus because I hadn't eaten anything after I threw up my breakfast so we went straight to dinner. Right after that, Carson, Caleb, Kevin and I went to Campus Art. I don't think I’ve explained what Campus Art is yet so I will now. Campus Art is a very large group of people that took the job to decorate our campus for the annual AIU festival that this year took place on October 8th and 9th. Carson and I volunteered to decorate the D-building (a building for classrooms and a lecture hall) along with about 10 other people. For our decorations, we had to make a main object which they designed as a 6 foot tall hexagonal frame that had cardboard walls that could be opened up to reveal pictures of all the past AIU Festivals (15 years in all). One door had this year’s theme painted on it, “Untitled:| color your color”, and was able to open up completely so that a person could walk into the inside of the structure and open up the doors that we’re on the inside of the hexagonal frame. This might not make much sense but I’ll post a picture of it later. I had to make one of the doors for this structure on Saturday. I’ll post a pic of that later too. Afterwards we got ice cream from the vending machine. And then we went to Kevin’s apartment to talk for a while. I went home early (10 pm) because I wanted to go to bed since I was so exhausted from being hungover.

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Chai Tea - Chapter 16

I woke up at 7 the next morning and jumped in the shower to get ready for the day. When I was done, I braided my hair and threw on some comfy clothes. I walked over to the desk in the bedroom and wrote a note to Harry letting him know where I was going.

Harry,

Andy picked me up at 8. We’re going to get supplies for girl’s night. :) Call if you need anything.

Love, Kat

I walked out front at five minutes til and waited on her so she didn’t blow the horn and wake him up. We walked up and down every aisle carefully choosing things we knew we wanted, but also keeping the other girls in mind. I planned on ordering pizza later, but we would need snacks and drinks for the rest of the time. My phone buzzed in my purse. I reached in the front of the buggy and fished it out to see a text from Harry.

To Kat: You should have woken me so I could have come with you.

To Harry: But you looked so peaceful I didn’t want to wake you.

To Kat: That’s beside the point. Remember why you are staying with me in the first place…

To Harry: oh, yea. I forgot…

To Kat: Stay where you are. I’ll be there soon.

To Harry: okay.

I sent him the name of the grocer we were at and turned to Andy.

“Harry is on his way here,” I told her.

“Why? Is anything wrong?” she asked.

“No, I just forgot why I was staying with him in the first place,” I said. She didn’t understand what I was talking about.

“But you moved in with him,” she said.

“Yea, after I stayed there for a few days because of that letter,” I reminded her.

“Oh, right,” she said raising her eyebrows. “I forgot about that.” I nodded.

“Me too, but that’s why he’s on his way. We have to stay here until he gets here.” We kept walking around the store until my phone rang, it was Harry.

“Hi, Harry,” I said.

“Where are you, love?”

“Um,” I said glancing up, “Aisle 4.” He hung up and headed towards us. I was looking at something on the shelf when I felt a pair of arms around me making me smile. I knew it was him, so I turned in his arms and kissed him.

“Did you know it was me?” he asked.

“Of course,” I smiled.

“How?”

“I can tell if it’s you or not when you wrap your arms around me,” I told him.

“How can you tell?”

“I just can.”

“Can you tell other people too?”

“Sometimes”

“We might have to test that one day,” he said with a smirk.

“Whatever you say,” I smiled.

“Almost done here?” I nodded yes and all three of us finished the shopping and went back to Harry’s house. He helped us carry the groceries in the house and went to his bedroom. Andy and I put the things away and went to the living room.

“Babe, when are you going to Niall’s?” I called to him.

“Getting ready to leave now,” he called back. “Why? Are you trying to get rid of me?” he laughed.

“Not at all,” I smiled as he walked into the living room. “I just don’t think you will want to hang around five girls for too long,” I teased.

“Yea, definitely not,” he laughed. I walked over and hugged him.

“Have fun with Niall,” I smiled up at him. He leaned down and kissed me sweetly.

“Have fun with the girls,” he smiled back at me. I watched him walk out the front door and returned to the living room with Andy.

“You two kill me,” she said smiling.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re just so cute,” she giggled.

“I’m not usually like that with a guy,” I confessed.

“Really?”

“Yea, really”

“Have you said ‘IT’ to each other yet?” she asked.

“What? You mean have we said ‘I love you’ yet?” She nodded her head yes. “Yea, we have actually, a while back,” I blushed.

“Oh my god, really?”

“Yea, it was after they got back from one of their tours. I had gone out with the girls to a club and wound up dancing with this guy, which turned out to be a disaster because someone got a pic of me dancing with him and the paparazzi got it. The guy turned out to be Tom from The Wanted and I didn’t know. Harry saw it and that was our first fight. We said it after the fight,” I smiled remembering the moment.

“That is so cute,” she said smiling at me. There was a knock at the door. I unlocked the door and let the girls in before shutting it. We were all sitting in the “Chill Space” talking and laughing.

“So, what’s new with you?” Danielle asked me.

“Well,” I started, “I live here,” I blushed. Danielle, Perrie, and Eleanor all gasped and gave Andy a shocked look.

“Are you not surprised?” El asked Andy.

“No, I already knew about it.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Perrie asked.

“I figured you guys were busy and I was still getting adjusted to living here with Harry,” I smiled at them. “Please don’t be mad at me. You girls are my only friends,” I laughed.

“We’re not, but don’t ever think we are too busy for you. We have to stick together,” Perrie told me. I smiled and changed the subject.

“So, what do we do next?” We played some video games until we ordered pizza. After the pizza we watched a movie. When the movie was over, the girls wanted to go swimming. The girls had just walked outside to the pool. I told them I would be right out, but I sat in the bedroom looking around at everything. This wasn’t the life I was used to. I didn’t belong here. Maybe that’s what that person was trying to tell me in the letter. I heard a noise behind me and swung my head in that direction. I walked quietly towards the door. I heard it again. I was getting nervous. It was dark outside, so someone could have snuck in. I peeked around the corner and saw a shadow walking towards the door. Someone was in the house. I looked again quickly. It seemed taller and more muscular than the girls. I panicked, looking around to room for somewhere to hide. I know it’s cliché, but I chose the closet. At least in there I could still see if the person came towards me. I pulled the door almost shut and watched as the person walked in the room. It looked like they were looking for something that would be in plain sight. They turned their body back and forth looking before walking in to the bathroom to look some more. I tried to sneak out while they were in the bathroom, but I was caught by a pair of hands grabbing my waist. I started to turn around and swing when I recognized the grip around me. I turned around and shoved him as hard as I could. I flicked on the light switch to see Harry standing there biting his lip trying not to laugh. “Jerk,” I glared at him.

“Sorry,” he tried to say.

“What the hell are you doing here? You scared the piss outta me!”

“I forgot something and just came back to get it,” he said holding up a small black bag. “So, you really do know when it’s me?” I blushed and looked down.

“Of course I do.” He walked over to where I was and lifted my chin with his finger, making me look at him. His thumb brushed across my cheek wiping away a tear that had escaped.

“Don’t cry,” he begged. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I thought you would be outside with the girls.” I wrapped my arms around him and his around me, crushing him to me. “You were really scared, weren’t you?” I nodded for fear of sobbing if I opened my mouth. He tugged at my arm and pulled me towards the bed, sitting on the edge. He sat me beside him and pulled me as close as possible, hugging me to him. “I’m sorry,” he said kissing the top of my head.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I guess that letter just got to me a little more than I thought”

“What are you doing in here when the girls are outside anyway?” he asked.

“Thinking about the letter and what the person meant.”

“Did you come up with anything?” I nodded my head yes. “What did you come up with?”

“I realized that this isn’t the life that I’m used to and that maybe what that person was trying to tell me is that I don’t belong here,” I said looking at the floor. He cupped my face in his hands making me look at him before he spoke.

“Don’t say that. Please, don’t ever say anything like that,” he whispered. “Of course you belong here. You belong anywhere that I am. Don’t let some stupid, crazy person that calls themself a fan talk you into believing that for one second.” I nodded my head yes, it still resting in his hands, and looked away. “Babe, look at me,” he said. I reluctantly turned my gaze back to meet his. The tears that threatened to spill before did now as he pressed our foreheads together. I reached my hands up and gripped his wrists as he held my face. He swiped a thumb over each cheek, still holding my face. “Please, promise me that if this or any other thing like this gets to you again, you will talk to me about it before you do anything.” I nodded my head yes. “Tell me,” he begged.

“I promise I will,” I whispered. He smiled and wiped the tears from my cheek once again.

“I love you,” he told me.

“I love you too,” I said shakily. He pressed his lips to mine and I kissed him back. This kiss was different. It wasn’t hurried or urgent or needy. I could feel the love and passion and warmth. He pulled back from the kiss and pulled me to him. I buried my face in his neck and clutched his shirt in my hands.

“Do you want me to stay here tonight?” he asked. I pulled back and looked at him.

“But then you would ruin girls night,” I teased making him laugh.

“I’m serious, though. Will you be okay if I go back to Niall’s?”

“Yea, I’ll be fine. The girls are here,” I smiled at him. He kissed me sweetly on the lips and stood up. I stood beside him and hugged him once more before walking him to the front door. I was standing at the front door when he turned and walked back to me. He pulled my chin up to his and kissed me again.

“I love you,” he smiled.

“I love you too,” I smiled back at him.

“Lock the door this time,” he laughed.

“Good idea,” I told him. I watched him get in his car and drive away before I shut and locked the door. I walked back to the bedroom and changed into my swimsuit to join the girls. They wanted to know what took me so long, so I explained everything that happened to them.

“You belong here just as much as I do,” Andy smiled at me.

“That’s right,” Danielle said smiling.

“Don’t listen to those people, Kat,” El said.

“You deserve to be here as much as any of us,” Perrie said as she gave me a hug.

“Thanks, girls,” I smiled at them. It turned out to be a great night. I had a blast with the girls, Harry stopped by for a “visit,” and I finally actually felt like I belonged here. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all….

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