#seven is like always trying to cause some new chaos

[gohandinhand]

this wee fluffy one, who you often find just 👁️👁️ staring into your soul from behind

went and hid in the bedroom while i was practicing my flute tonight lmao roasted

[jensettermandu]

maneater - lalisa manoban

genre; smut

pairing; g!p lisa x female reader

content; fingering, slight edging, semi public (they have sex in a public bathroom), p in v :D, idk i don't think i missed anything

wc; 6.7k+

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Expensive cars, luxury brands, trips worldwide, houses on every continent, and events for the elites. 

These were just some of the things in Lisa’s life. 

A long line of generational wealth. 

Sitting at a charity dinner wasn’t unusual for her despite only being 23. She was next in line to take over her family business once she would be suitable enough to do so. Those were years yet to come–five maybe seven before she would get to even touch that power. 

Of course, it all came with rival companies worth multiple billions who would always stand in the way, steal deals, and be competitive.

The ballroom was filled with chatter as everyone conversed and even if it was charity, for most it was just a chance for new business. She wasn’t invited as a plus one anymore but got her invites because her name would be important in the future. That was why she was sitting at another table, far from her father. 

Eight different people sat at the round table. 

There were so many different tables and close to 300 people at the charity. 

Out of all the seven different people she could have been seated with, right beside her was the 21-year-old Zhou Y/n who came from an even bigger line of generational wealth after being part of an old Chinese dynasty. 

The only heir of one of the biggest oil companies from a conservative family from China. 

Conservative media-wise until Y/n came along. 

The last headline Lisa could remember was the girl getting a DUI and she knew that there was so much more but her family covered every little trace, but driving a car into a pole right before the media would be hard to cover. 

Where Y/n went chaos followed.

What Lisa couldn’t phantom was how someone like her was set to start working by her father’s side in just four more years. Takeover in a couple more. Quicker than Lisa.

Smart. Y/n was incredibly smart despite everything else. 

She somehow balanced chaos and intelligence. 

Aside from that the girl was the daughter of Lisa’s father’s biggest competitor, arch-rival at this point as there was nothing but bad blood which automatically put a wall between her and Y/n. 

She hated the entitled and spoiled brat beside her, she was born to hate her and she would do so to carry on the legacy of hate as Y/n hated her just as much.

The only difference was that Y/n had a different approach to hatred. 

She made sure to make Lisa’s life miserable every time she had the chance while Lisa tried to hate her from her corner and not cause any trouble. 

It wasn’t like they saw each other often. 

Y/n was studying in a different state.

She knew these things because she simply did, it wasn’t like Y/n had somehow caught Lisa’s interest after she grew some boobs. Definitely not. 

Lisa had tried to keep her conversations going with the other five people at the table because the sixth was already being in Y/n’s trance which was Kim Jisoo. There didn’t seem to be a single person to fall for it.

Aside from that the rest of the table was filled with men and women in their early to late 40s.

However, she had found herself glancing over at the two girls now and then. Unfortunately for Lisa, the girl who smelled of sweet floral heaven beside her was sexy. Y/n was the definition of sex appeal. 

Everyone had something they liked, and Lisa liked women who were of the standard that Y/n was. Not many were but whatever was close enough. Now one that was of the highest standard was right beside her. One that was off limits to her which only made it that much more cravable.

Her glances had been subtle, only pretending to look around to maybe catch the girl’s exposed clavicles in the black dress and some of the cleavage. Or she would fix her chair to try and catch her legs in the black sheer tights. The way she would flip her hair back gently and only expose herself more all while having a conversation with Kim Jisoo who was just as lost in Y/n as Lisa was. 

Y/n was a big and seductive flirt is what Lisa had caught on to. 

She always led men and sometimes women on at these parties for fun. 

She had seen it herself and she had run into these victims who would ask Lisa if she had seen the girl who she would prior see leave the place with that resting bitch face.

Lisa had never fallen victim to Y/n’s misleading that she did for entertainment. These events could get boring at times. 

Although, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to fall victim either. 

Whatever subtle glances Lisa had thought she had gotten away with had all been obvious to the soul-sucking vampire beside her as she left everyone heartbroken with her games. 

Lisa jumped in her seat, getting startled in the middle of her conversation with the woman who was sitting on her left. She quickly put down the glass with champagne to not spill anything on her clothes after whatever brushed along her leg had made her flinch at how sudden it was. 

“I’m sorry, what was it that you said?” She apologised to the woman and leaned somewhat closer to hear her better, trying to play it off as if she hadn’t heard her. Lisa continued to listen to the woman, brushing it off as an accident despite the only possible culprit being the woman who had a husband beside her or the siren on her right. 

Whoever it was it had to be an accident–

Just a few seconds after she felt it right again but it startled her less. Lisa cleared her throat and leaned back in her chair, nodding to what the woman had said. She subtly glanced under the table and it had to be Y/n who was sitting with her right leg crossed over her left. 

Accident.

When she looked over at Y/n she was showing off that perfect smile to the man who sat across from her and Jisoo. 

She let out a sigh and reached for her champagne glass. It would get overwhelming way too quickly otherwise. The woman would have been able to take that sip of expensive bubbles if it hadn’t been for the foot that ran right up her shin and she forcefully gulped it down. The thin glass almost slipped from her hold and she placed it right back down. 

Just as Lisa turned to not glance at the entitled girl but actually look at her, the woman felt a heat run over her spine in the worst way possible considering this was Y/n. She did not need these reactions because of her.

“I’m so sorry–” Y/n apologised, her body was now turned to Lisa who widened her eyes as the vixen had placed her slender hand right on Lisa’s thigh to show her concern. “It’s just so tight here and I tried to make myself more comfortable, didn’t mean to startle you, Lisa.” Lisa clenched her jaw at the teasing in Y/n’s tone as the girl’s eyes were playing an innocent and apologetic look which was far from what her lips were releasing. 

Lisa huffed from her nose, nostrils flaring as the hand clasped on her thigh was warm and firm with the grip. “It’s fine.” Y/n gave her a smile at that, Lisa’s whole body tensing up at the squeeze she gave her before she let go. Her eyes watched Y/n for a few more seconds, seeing that glint in her eyes and smile that meant no good. 

“Mrs. Park, I have no idea how I missed you,” Y/n exclaimed and Lisa leaned back into her chair. The scent of the vixen was strong and it was running ideas in Lisa’s head from the sexual appeal it drove further. She was invading Lisa’s space on purpose, her hand holding onto the back of the woman’s chair, her modest chest just a mere inch from touching Lisa’s arm.

It left her trapped. 

“Oh God no, me and Chaeyoung have been studying day and night.” Lisa scoffed under her breath at the words she knew were lies. Her guy and girlfriends were obsessed with observing what the elite beside her was up to. It all included wild parties with booze that could fill pools. Her little group of friends were all taking part in it so Chaeyoung wasn’t studying day and night. 

Y/n hummed to what Mrs Park said while Lisa toyed with the knife on the table to not interrupt them by trying to talk with someone else. “Is that so?” Y/n questioned and Lisa was dying in her chair at the hand that moved from the backrest of the chair and onto her shoulder, the foot right back to brushing against her leg–it wasn’t even slightly subtle the way it went higher and higher up, dragging up her slacks before letting them fall back down. 

Lisa was trying to find a reason to excuse herself as she was starting to get overwhelmed by Y/n. All while trying not to do any abrupt movements. The girl was all over her and out of all the times now was the time she had no control over her cock that was starting to react to someone she despised. She cursed Y/n for her good genes. 

Her eyes trailed along her bare skin, hair in waves and falling over her shoulders, but Y/n moved it with her other hand. All that hair went from her left side and onto the right, it only showed off her smooth and slim body more to Lisa. The dress was accentuating her small chest, pushing her breasts together and Lisa moved her brown eyes up at her sharp collarbones, a diamond pendant resting between them. Her neck was slim and perfect and Lisa was growing harder the longer she looked at Y/n. 

“Oh this, ring?” There was a drop of mischievousness in her tone.

Lisa found out why it was there right away. 

Y/n’s hand ran down her shoulder and along her arm, until her left hand was planted right by her crotch, thumb merely brushing over the forming bulge as she leaned forward and stretched out her right hand that Mrs Park grabbed to look at the diamond ring. 

“Daddy bought it for my 21st birthday.” She happily replied, adding more pressure on Lisa’s thigh who was growing into a mess. 

“Excuse me.” Lisa excused herself, the chair dragged along the flooring louder than necessary and Y/n sat right back when she broke the contact between her and Mrs Park. Ultimately removing Y/n from herself before she disappeared. The girl excused herself from her conversation with the older woman before she looked at the one beside her.

“See, it doesn’t matter if they hate me, Jisoo…No one can resist my appeal.” Y/n said with a giggle and bit her lower lip as she looked back at Jisoo. “I won the bet, so…The number please.” The girl took her designer clutch purse and reached for her phone while Jisoo clicked her tongue.

“Do I have to give it to you?” Jisoo asked to make sure as the bet was her cousin’s number and the last thing she wanted was for Y/n to seduce poor Jennie too. 

“A deal is a deal.” She handed over her phone and leaned back into her seat before looking over her shoulder where Lisa had disappeared. Winning the bet she had made with the girl beside her. 

“I thought Lisa would be better than this.” Jisoo sighed and handed the girl her phone back, only hoping that Jennie wouldn’t be as stupid as Lisa and she had been. 

The bet?

Seduce Lisa and get Jennie’s number. 

Don’t succeed within five minutes, Jisoo gets Y/n’s number. 

God, Jisoo was pissed that she had to give her cousin's number to Y/n when she wanted it. She thought it would be an easy bet to win as she knew about the rivalry between the two families and how that created a feud between the heirs. It didn’t seem to matter as Y/n could get anyone to crumble before her. 

She watched Y/n who put the phone away and gently slid her chair back before excusing herself to leave as she stood up. “Where’re you going?” Jisoo asked and grabbed hold of her wrist. Not wanting the girl to leave her company.

Y/n gave her a little smile. “Finish what I started?” She said and Jisoo gave her a look. 

“What? She’s hot compared to the rest. Don’t be jealous.” Y/n defended and slipped out of Jisoo’s grip as she usually just left everyone right after, but Lisa was hot even if they were meant to despise each other. 

Jisoo sighed and leaned back in her seat as she watched Y/n walk away, realising that she had been played with just as much as Lisa tonight. The only difference was that Lisa got lucky this time and Jisoo didn’t.

Lisa unlocked the door after spending a good minute trying to tuck her erection right to hide it. She was both pissed at herself and even more pissed at Y/n while trying to grasp how she let the girl affect her. It just so happened that the girl she despised was utterly attractive. 

The woman pushed the door open while finishing to buckle her belt, but looked up at the voice.

“Everything alright, Lisa?” The voice came out angelic, with so much worry, concern, and innocence that Lisa would have almost believed it if it hadn’t been for the person behind that voice. Her eyes landed on Y/n who was sitting on top of the marble counter, one leg crossed over the other while leaning back against her palms. She did not look concerned, worried, innocent or angelic. 

She looked like the sexy she-devil herself.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” She tried to play it off because her ego was too big to feed into Y/n’s and admit that she had caused her an erection. Never. The woman could feel the siren eyes following her as she walked over to the black marble countertop and turned on the faucet to wash her hands. 

“Are you sure? You just ran off all flustered.” She hummed at that, keeping her gaze on her hands and avoiding looking at Y/n at all costs. 

Y/n watched how Lisa swallowed, her eyes trailing further down where she had done a poor job hiding her erection. With her lower lip trapped between her teeth, she leaned forward, gripping the edge of the countertop with her hands before letting go with one and reaching over to Lisa.

“Do you hate me, Lisa?” She mumbled, fingers dancing around Lisa’s shoulder who stopped washing her hands. She raised an eyebrow and looked at Y/n who was already looking back at her, grey eyes staring deep into hers, hypnotising her, distracting her fully from the haughty little smirk she was sporting. 

“What’s there to like?” Lisa asked back with a scoff, unflatteringly drying her hands on her slacks. Her eyes were hard yet still exploring whatever she could with them as Y/n was extremely close now.  

“There’s only so little you can see, but so much more to explore.” The words caught her off guard and she grabbed hold of the wandering hand that was running down her bicep. Lisa dropped Y/n’s slender hand and licked her lips as they stood in the empty restroom that was lit by a golden-like yellow, with black marble, accentuated by gold. Their bodies reflected in the big mirror that was on the wall and a second-long silence fell upon them. Lisa's dick twitched at those stupid words she was falling for because there was no way Y/n was offering herself to her. She probably wanted to make a fool out of Lisa for even thinking about it.

“I’m not falling for your games, Y/n.” Y/n smiled at that with a hum and Lisa took it as her queue to leave. 

She was stopped though, her eyes snapped up at Y/n with confusion. The girl stretched her long leg out and blocked the way. It sent a shiver over her whole body when her calf brushed over her hard cock and she stepped back when Y/n pushed more into it.

“Help me down? Wouldn’t want to break a heel.” With a deep inhale Lisa decided to assist the girl after she pointed with her head towards the black heels she had on. Her lips were pursed and she looked in the mirror behind Y/n instead while she gripped her waist and the girl held onto the lapels of her blazer. She was light as a feather as Lisa lifted the slim figure off of the counter.

Y/n giggled as she purposely lost balance and her hands grabbed hold of the hem of Lisa’s pants. Her body pressed into Lisa’s who strained a groan when her dick got rubbed at by accident and she angrily looked down at Y/n who looked as amused as ever. 

“Y/n.” She warned and pushed the girl up by her waist who was taller than her with heels on and without them she was just an inch taller. 

“Yes?” The vixen questioned, fingers teasing and hooking around the hem of Lisa’s pants. Looking at her through her lashes and still sporting that faux innocence that always got her out of trouble. The poor girl could cause no harm, could she? Not when she was playing a kitten that was kicked to the curb and standing in the pouring rain.

“Stop.” Lisa would only give her one last warning and then she knew that she would snap because of how sexually frustrated she was. 

“Or what?” Y/n challenged. 

“Or you will regret it.” She earned a breathless chuckle that fell from Y/n’s plump and glossy lips.

“I don’t think I will.” There was that deeper tone back, the one that was like a melody of sex and drew Lisa in further. Y/n’s normal voice and not the sweet one she did to play along in her games. That innocence washed away and everything Lisa should repent when it came to Y/n coming to light. Things that made her cock strain.

Lisa almost got lightheaded when a sneaky hand cupped her, squeezing at her erection enough to elicit a moan from the back of her throat. 

Y/n feigned a gasp, knowing very well what was coming when she got pinned against the counter. Her hands gripped Lisa’s blazer and she pulled her even closer to her while the older woman grabbed hold of her hips. Lisa’s eyes were hard on her as she stood pressed against the girl, staring her down while watching the way Y/n bit her lower lip to try and contain the haughty smirk that still broke out on her plump and glossy lips. 

“Do you always get what you want?” Lisa questioned, watching how Y/n ran her one hand down along her upper body, and down her stomach. The touch was slowly sending Lisa into a frenzy as she couldn’t deny the fact that Y/n was gorgeous and that many would pay to even be in this place that Lisa was, if not kill for it. 

This was the daughter of the elite of elites which meant that she stood above all too. 

“I’m daddy’s girl so yes.” 

And Y/n got what she wanted once again when she cupped Lisa through her pants, the woman groaning and muffling it by pressing her lips against Y/n’s. The older used her strength to raise Y/n back onto the counter, making her wrap her legs around Lisa’s waist and pulling her into her. Her grip tightened on Y/n’s slim waist while her other hand tangled in the silky hair at the back of the girl’s head, tilting her head and pushing her tongue between Y/n’s parted lips. 

The girl welcomed her into her mouth, swallowing Lisa’s tongue and sucking on it while her hands tugged onto the belt, blindly trying to unbuckle it. 

“God, you’re so eager,” Lisa grumbled after slowly pulling away with Y/n’s bottom lips between hers as she tugged on it before letting go. 

“I don’t have the whole night to waste on you.” Lisa could strangle the girl who knew how highly she stood above all. Lisa would always be a waste of time unless she would show her that she wasn’t. She was sure the girl had had her fair share of fun and that it would be hard to be the best, but Lisa always liked to prove herself. Her lips trailed Y/n’s smooth skin who tilted her head back, leaving her slim neck to be kissed along. 

“Waste?” Lisa questioned. Her words were a whisper in Y/n’s ear as she was right by her pulse point. Her tongue came out and the belt was undone, licking at the skin, being able to feel it pulse against her slick muscle before she wrapped her lips around the skin. It elicited a light sigh from Y/n who unzipped Lisa’s pants after undoing the button on them. 

“Unless you manage to impress me.” Y/n teased, teeth tugging Lisa’s ear who shivered at the gesture. Her hand came down from the back of her head to the back of her neck and she pulled Y/n away, making her look her in the eye. “Pretty eyes won’t work on me though.” Y/n continued, hand coming up to cup Lisa’s face, thumb running over her wet lips and tugging it down as she pulled her face closer to her. The two were a few mere inches away.

Anyone walking in and they both would be in trouble. 

Lisa would be in deep mud and her father’s business included if Y/n’s father found out that Lalisa Manoban had touched his princess. That the daughter of his biggest rival had touched his daughter. Lalisa Manoban would be dickless for the rest of her life. 

Too bad his daughter never followed the rules and was spoiled rotten.

Her thumb ran down to the woman’s chin and Lisa attached her lips right back onto Y/n’s. With that, her hands ran to the hem of the dress and she started to pull it up, bunching up its expensive material at the girl’s waist. Y/n’s fingers fiddled with the hem of the briefs, slowly inching inside them until her slender fingers wrapped around Lisa’s scalding cock that was warm and heavy in her hand. 

The small whimpers were muffled by Y/n’s mouth as the girl squeezed the length in her hand, stroking up and gathering precum that she smeared down the hard cock. It was followed by two thuds as she slipped off the designer heels to get off the sheer tights–Lisa had other plans. The material ripped when Lisa ran her hands between the girl’s thighs, tearing the thin black material apart.

“Not impressive,” Y/n mumbled as she pulled away from Lisa’s lips, the woman trying to chase for them but stopping at the way her tip got squeezed. The girl caught the way her eyelids almost fell closed and a moan pushed from the back of her throat. 

“Not everyone is here to please you.” Lisa rasped, gripping Y/n’s thigh and squeezing it in her hold while running the fingers of her other hand along the girl’s inner thigh. She could feel how she fought the way she wanted to close them at the teasing. It tugged at the corners of Lisa’s lips as the two stared at each other, Y/n slowly working the length in her hand while Lisa’s fingers brushed over the lace material. It worked a barely there sigh from the siren, Lisa being able to feel the slick slowly seep through the material of her underwear.

“Or maybe you just don’t know how to please me?” Y/n fueled a fire that grew in Lisa who slowly pushed the lace aside, her hips barely staying still as Y/n hadn’t stopped stroking her cock. The girl was making it hard for Lisa to stay nonchalant about this, making it hard to make it seem as if she wasn’t trying to impress her.

The girl caught how Lisa’s eyebrow twitched, fighting the dilemma she was in, but dismissed it for now. Her eyes focused on Y/n’s face when she ran her fingers through the girl's slit, parting her wet folds and smiling at the way her plump lips parted with a gasp. It made her hand movement stop as she removed her hand from Lisa’s briefs and grabbed hold of her forearm, the other clutched onto her shoulder.

The woman ran her slender fingers through the wet folds, slowly teasing the girl, wanting to put her through some suffering for what she had done. Lisa leaned in, pecking the parted lips, Y/n’s eyebrows creasing and her chest heaving at the way she was getting something, but not nearly enough. Lips pressed against hers, tracing to her cheek, and jaw before Lisa dipped her head and kissed along her neck all while taking in the small gasps that Y/n let out that were turning whiny.

“Fuck–” Y/n cursed, Lisa being stronger and not letting the girl guide her hand when she teased her two fingers over the swollen clit. She only nudged it and could feel nails dig into her forearm through the blazer. 

“What is it?” Lisa mocked, running her fingers down and circling the hole that was clenching as she gathered more of the slick. Y/n exhaled deeply through her nose and looked at Lisa who pulled away from her neck. There was a stupid smile on the woman’s lips, the younger unable to close her legs because Lisa was between them, the pressure growing and her clit only got circled again.

“Poor Y/n isn’t getting what she wants.” She said with a chuckle, hissing when the girl held onto the side of her neck and dug her nails into the skin. 

“Poor Lisa won’t get her dick wet if she doesn’t stop acting like an asshole.” 

Y/n was truly making it hard for Lisa to not obey her every word–

With a huff, Lisa dipped her hand down, two fingers intruding into the clenching hole and slowly pushing inside the heat that sucked her in and throbbed around her. 

Her eyes fell on the siren ones, it made her dick twitch at the look in her eyes, those parted lips glistening as each expression was so erotic that Lisa was ready to just pull her fingers out and replace them with her cock. Her fingers curled, being knuckles deep inside the girl’s pulsating cunt that tightened with each stroke and Y/n moaned as fingers pressed against the spongy spot.

“The daughter of an elite is having her pussy fingered in the middle of a charity event in a bathroom—You couldn’t get any hotter with how dirty you are.” Lisa caught Y/n’s lips right after, the kiss got sloppier as Y/n was doing a poor job of containing herself. Her moans bounced off the empty walls of the marble bathroom at the way Lisa was circling her clit with her thumb, rubbing against her wall and slowly the tension grew in her body. 

The girl was far from a saint, and Lisa was loving every second of it, especially since she was fucking thee Zhou Y/n. 

The squelching of her snug pussy mixed with her whimpering moans, Lisa doing scissoring motions to stretch and get her ready for her cock. “So good,” Y/n whined. She pulled away from Lisa’s mouth who licked her lips, collecting any saliva and getting another taste of what was left of the girl’s lip gloss. Her forehead fell on Lisa’s shoulder, scratching along her neck with each zap that ran across her spine and her hips merely bucked into the thumb that was playing with her aching nub. 

Lisa hummed at those words that were boosting her ego, but she wasn’t aware of the smile that tugged on Y/n’s lips. Her walls fluttered around the two fingers that were spreading her tight hole, caressing at her g-spot. Lisa looked in the mirror, mesmerised by the way Y/n’s back arched like a cat, her ridges perfect. 

“Shame that I’ve had better.” Y/n sighed, leaning into Lisa’s neck with her breath fanning the skin. She bit down and pulled, making Lisa groan at the pain as somewhere between the lines they still had to hate each other. “Fuck, you’re a bitch.” She sucked air through her teeth and grabbed Y/n’s shoulder, pulling her away from her neck. 

The girl let out a breathless giggle, the fingers still working her cunt and Lisa sped up her thrusts, watching the way it made Y/n’s press more into her.  The hand that gripped her forearm tightened around her and so did the walls as the girl let out whiny moans, being brought right to the edge with Lisa’s fingers deep within her walls.

“Oh–Oh fuck.” It started to wash over her, stomach tightening and Lisa slowed down her movement, removing some pressure from the girl’s clit. It made Y/n whine in frustration at the high that got disrupted, her snug walls now throbbing uncomfortably.

“You want to be a tease?” Y/n questioned, grabbing hold of Lisa’s blazer and pulling her into her, making Lisa stop fully. Her fingers pulled out of the snug confines of the slick pussy. The woman bit her lower lip, forehead pressed against Y/n’s while she ran the same hand down to her boxers.

“Who was teasing me under the table?” Lisa questioned, trying to catch Y/n’s lips again because they moved so smoothly against hers and the way the girl sucked on her tongue made her lightheaded. Y/n moved back though, leaving her to a chase that she lost when Y/n held her back. 

“I can’t help that everyone folds so easily for me, Lisa.” 

Y/n’s hand came over to Lisa’s helping her pull down the briefs as she closed the gap and caught Lisa’s upper lip between hers, having her lower one sucked by the older. It went smoothly as Lisa propped herself up by planting her palm against the mirror behind Y/n who led the swollen pinkish tip towards her sopping wet entrance. 

It made Lisa shudder and Y/n tugged on her lip at the stretch that came, thighs trying to close but were unable to with Lisa between them. 

“Can you take it all?” Lisa asked through a deep breath as she pushed her tip inside the walls that were squeezing hard enough to almost push her back out. The blazer bunched in Y/n’s fist by the woman’s frail shoulder and she wrapped her legs around Lisa’s waist.

“Don’t let it get into your head.” Y/n moaned at the way Lisa pushed everything in all at once at her answer. It shot a heat through her spine and she pulled her closer with her legs. The stretch came painfully yet it made her want more as Lisa slowly started to move her hips with a chuckle at the words. 

“Haven’t had anyone stretch you out good enough, fuck–I will make sure your pussy fits my cock perfectly.” Lisa groaned, wrapping her arm around the slim waist of the girl, holding her close and burying her face in the crook of her sweet neck as the scent drove that carnal desire further. 

Y/n’s moans grew louder within a few seconds as Lisa wasn’t waiting around. Her thrusts were slow and deep, going at a steady pace and the gasps were falling from Y/n’s lips. The girl’s back arched into her, pressing her chest against Lisa’s as her eyes closed. Each gasp and moan came right into Lisa’s ear. Grunts pushed through the back of her throat each time she fucked her cock right back into Y/n after pulling out as much as possible.

She rolled her hips in a perfect and hard rhythm, each time making the girl’s breath hitch. The walls were filled to the brim, her dick curved perfectly to rub at her g-spot and reach every single spot she needed to reach as her cock was stuffing Y/n perfectly. Lisa was losing her mind over how tight the girl was, fingertips pressing against the mirror as she groaned.

It was hard not to think about who exactly it was that Lisa was pounding her cock into. Y/n was moaning right under her, walls squeezing her cock, being able to feel the other throb with need after each stroke. The idea that this could end so badly drove Lisa even further, wanting to fuck Y/n good enough to want more of the thrill of fucking someone she shouldn’t.

“Fuck, Y/n, your pussy is so good, isn’t it—could fuck it right every day,” Lisa mumbled, her voice turning into a gruff one as she pulled away from the girl’s neck. 

“Have to make me come to fuck me again.” Y/n moaned out and it made Lisa run her hand away from her waist. Her fingers found back to the slick clit and Y/n leaned back, palms planted against the marble behind her. Her eyes were intense on Lisa’s who was still fucking her, each thrust making the girl move who unwrapped her legs and spread them further for the cock that was abusing her throbbing pussy. The eyes that looked in hers were in a full haze as Lisa was getting closer with each second.

“Gonna have you run back for more.” Lisa forced the word out with another grunt.

The eye contact broke as Y/n threw her head back, her back arched and heat covered her whole body. The cock inside her was throbbing, dragging along her snug walls, caressing them and the wetness was running down further with each of the thrusts.

Their moans grew louder, only hoping that no one would be heading towards the bathroom or walking past it as the event was in full force with the main part of it starting any second now. Yet it left them both curious about what would happen if someone did catch them. It only made them fuck that much better. The ruffling of their clothes mixed with the wet sounds of Y/n’s pussy and Lisa’s dick filling the clenching hole that was sucking her in. 

The woman leaned down, unable to keep herself away from the clavicle that was on full display for her and the little cleavage. Her lips wetly kissed along the skin, sucking gently to not leave any unwanted marks until she reached the soft cleavage of the girl. Gently she nipped at the skin, feeling the way it made Y/n squeeze her length and whine, her chest pressing more into Lisa’s face. 

“Close ‘m so close, Lisa.” Y/n cried, this time not wanting the high to end before it could peak. Lisa kept up the movement of her hips while sucking on the soft skin of Y/n’s chest. Probably leaving a hickey here and there after herself. 

“Fuck, come on squeeze my cock and come, Y/n.”

Her pussy clasped tightly around the hard cock, back arching and a train of moans slipping out of her mouth that grew in pitch. The tension grew hard enough to break and Y/n was right at the high before falling at such force that her eyes rolled back. Her thighs quivered around Lisa as they closed in on her again. She slowed down her movement, looking at Y/n who was heaving for air while coming undone before her.

Her stomach flexed to hold herself until Y/n gripped onto her to stop. The girl swallowed down her dry throat, whining at how Lisa was still fucking her through the uncomfortable aftershocks. 

“I’m gonna–” She was cut off, groaning when the girl pushed her back without a second thought. Her cock slipped out of the warmth of her and Lisa barely managed to grab hold of her dick before cum started to spurt out of her tip. Her hand balled into a fist as she planted it on the wall beside her after losing the leverage of the mirror. Y/n felt the warm cum splatter against her thigh, seeping through the sheer tights, staining more than them as Lisa had no aim whatsoever. 

“Great.” Y/n deadpanned, the woman was still lightheaded and trying to catch her breath when she got shoved back by the girl's foot against her thigh.

“What?” She breathed out, fingers gripping the wall to not fall as she looked down. The mess was on the girl’s black dress, covering the hem in her creamy and sticky cum–Lisa cringed at the amount she released, more than usual. It made her quickly tuck her cock back inside her pants, not having time to zip them up as she reached for the paper towels. The faucet turned on as she wet it before reaching over to the girl’s dress.

Y/n leaned back as she hadn’t been expecting it and rolled her eyes while waiting for Lisa to finish.

“Sorry.”

“Shut up,” Y/n said and clicked her tongue, looking at Lisa with a face that held disgust as she still didn’t like her despite the good orgasm she gave her. She pushed her back again and Lisa leaned against the wall while Y/n got down the counter to remove the sheer tights.

Lisa’s mind still trying to comprehend the fact that she had just fucked the girl everyone wanted to be or be with. She even ruined her dress. Lisa felt stupidly proud as she grinned.

Y/n discarded them in the trash and slipped her heels back on.

“You ruined my dress, time to cut the charity short so I can go home.” 

“What’re you doing?” She questioned the girl who walked over to the door and opened it. The big corridor was empty, but the loud chatter from the ballroom was still filling it as she followed right after Y/n who was looking through her clutch purse. Lisa’s eyes were glued to Y/n who was walking fine, more than fine as she looked like she was on a catwalk while Lisa’s legs felt numb. It made her lean against the door frame with a frown, unable to bring herself to walk much more just yet. Her hands quickly worked to button up her slacks before anyone would see her this messy.

Y/n turned to her with that devilish smile on her face as she stood by the wall opposite of Lisa.

Where Y/n went chaos followed. 

“It’s for a good cause, Lisa–here’s my card in case you ever need a job, I guess you could walk my dog or something.” Lisa’s eyes winded, a private business card being flicked at her chest before it fluttered onto the floor and she watched Y/n reach for the fire alarm. The blaring alarm went off, the chatter getting drowned out before it was followed by panicked voices, and fire sprinklers going off. Her eyes were on Y/n who was already walking away while Lisa subconsciously crouched down and reached for the card. People slowly starting to pile the corridor.

Lisa did text.

She just never got an answer.

[justmeinadaze]

We're a Family Part 22 (Steddie X You)

A/N: Get ready to feel old <3. I wrote Good Neighbors a little over a year ago and I've loved how they've evolved. I'm not done with this little family yet. I still have one more chapter with Dylan and then some ideas with an older Ro but, ugh, lol I feel how the reader feels when it comes to her first born.

Warnings: Dads Steddie/ Mama Fem Reader, SMUT, edging (they are still trying new things), handcuffs, etc, FLUFF, they love each other <3 and their kiddos, ANGST, someone from the past comes back to talk to the adult Munson-Harringtons and Dylan, Steve and Eddie struggle being protective over their eldest (Eddie just hides it better), lots of talk about Dylan growing up and leaving the nest and how these three feel about it.

Word Count: 5256

An 18-year-old Dylan bounces anxiously on his toes as you sort through the mail too slow for his liking. 

“MOM! Come on! Did anything come for me or not?”

Two years had passed since you reconnected with your mother and things had been going very well. She was always extremely busy with work but when she came over Aurora insisted on showing her all the movies she missed out on. 

“Grandma! Watch how cool this is!”, the seven-year-old squeals with delight as they focus on the film in front of them. The light saber flies past Kylo-Ren into Rey’s hand and Ro breathes a sigh of excitement.

“Ok, now explain to me again how ‘the force’ works.”, yoru mom asks as she leans forward over her crossed legs on the couch. 

You grin from your spot in the kitchen as you bump Eddie’s hip with yours. 

“Definitely your daughter, nerd.”

“Takes one to know one, princess.”

James was now a toddler causing all kinds of chaos around the Munson-Harrington home. His sticky fingers got into everything even some of the cabinets that you had believed were too high for him to reach. 

“James Wayne Munson Harrington.”, you scold with your hands on your hips as you watch him lean back and laugh with a wide smile that only rivaled that of his dad. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Plopping his butt down on the counter, he dangles his legs over the side as he reaches his tiny hand into the snack box and produces a chocolate chip cookie. 

“Mama cookie…Yames.”, he coos as he points to himself while struggling to say his name correctly. 

“Mhmm. Didn’t you just eat lunch?”

“For…for mama an Rara.”

“Don’t you bribe me and your sister with sweets, you little butthead.”

“Why are you being mean to our son?”, Steve asks as he rounds the corner into the kitchen.

“Because our son parkoured up the counter for a snack.”

The three-year-old giggles as he offers his dad a cookie that he accepts before lifting him into his arms and putting the box back in the cabinet. 

“What did we say, bud?”

“Ask.”

“That’s right. You have to ask first. Now give mommy a kiss as an apology and get out of here, you butthead.”

Dylan was halfway through his senior year of high school and applied to a lot of colleges but was anxious to be accepted to a certain one because that’s where Daisy was going. The two of them had continued to date and see each other which you didn’t mind. What killed you however was that because of her family she was looking at a school that was a few states away. You had never been that far from your son and it scared you.

“I don’t know. I see bills and ads. Let me take my time to really read these though.” Dylan huffs making you smile as you give him a hug. He was so much taller than you now, your head resting against his chest as you wrapped your arms around him. “Everything’s going to be ok, weirdo. You’ll hear something soon. There’s still some time.” 

***

Steve ran his hands over his eyes exhaustedly while grading papers during his lunch. With winter break coming up, he wanted to get everything out of the way so he could take these next couple of weeks to spend some time with the kids especially Dylan. When he had mentioned going to school out of state, of course, he was proud and encouraged him to apply but he’d be lying if he didn’t say the idea of his son being so far away broke his heart.

“Stevie?”

The sound of Eddie’s voice calmed him as he smiled towards the door his husband was leaning against. 

“Hey you. What are you doing here?”

“You, uh, just started your lunch hour right?”

Steve knew that tone, something was going on that the metalhead was afraid would upset him. 

“Yeah? Everything ok?” As he turned his head towards the hall, your ex-husband stepped into view. “No. Nope. Not happening.”

“Give us a second.”, Eddie gestured towards Charlie before entering the classroom and closing the door. “Steven, calm down.”

“Calm down? Why the fuck is he here?! Whatever he wants the answer is no.”

“Baby, sit. Please? At least hear me out first.” Steve huffed as he folded his arms and pouted while Eddie sat on his desk in front of him. “I get it. Trust me I do but I felt like…for what he’s asking we should talk about it at most. He wanted to speak to us both first out of respect because we are Dylan’s dads.”

“Damn right.”

“He’s not asking to spend time with him again or anything like that. Charlie doesn’t think Dylan would even want that but… he’s asking to see him graduate.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Edward Munson?!”, Steve practically shouts as he rises to his feet.

“Shhhh.”, the metalhead tries to calm him doing the same.

“No! He hasn’t earned that fucking right. He hasn’t been here AT ALL in over 5 years. Why is that?! Oh, that’s right, he signed him over. Charlie had plenty of chances to be there for him and he failed! WE raised him and he thinks he can just waltz back in and be a part of something like that?!”

“Steve! Breathe.”, Eddie tries to sooth as he cups his face in his hands. “Breathe. I get where you are coming from. I said all of the same things to him when he came to the shop. But… I get it from Dylan’s side to. Remember when I finally graduated? I was so excited that Wayne was there but there was still a part of me… that wished my mom and dad could see me finally do it to. A lot of that was to spite them and show them I could do it.”, he chuckled making Steve smile. “But a lot of it was also the little kid in me wanting them there.”

The man in his arms heavily exhaled before tilting forward to kiss his lips and gesturing for Eddie to bring him in.

“I warned you before, Charlie, about hurting my son. If we talk to him and he wants you there and you don’t show up…I swear to God—”

“No, no. I understand. I’ll move heaven and earth to be there I swear.”

“Yeah to bad you couldn’t do that for him or Brody before.”

“Steve.”, Eddie warned.

“No, he’s right. I always said I’d never be like my stepdad yet… I’m, um, glad he’s had you two. I’m working with Vivian to be there for Brody. I’m trying…”

“You understand if he or Y/N says no, then the answer is no?”

“Yeah, I understand. Thank you for hearing me out though. I know I don’t deserve it.”

***

Your eyes constantly raked across them during dinner while they ate. Both men seemed completely distracted but especially Steve. 

“I’m done. I’m going to go play games upstairs.”, Dylan announces as he stands from the table. 

“Ah, kid, do you mind staying for a bit?”, Eddie asked throwing the two of you off guard. “Are you done to?”, he asks Ro as she beams up at him with her messy face. 

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good. Can you take this troublemaker and go watch tv please?”, he laughs as Steve blind sides her with a napkin to wipe her mouth and the other boy pulls James out of his chair, placing him on the floor. 

Aurora grabs her brother’s hand, giggling as they run to the tv in the living room. They wait until the sound of a show blares from that area before Eddie leans forward on his elbows and Steve leans back folding his arms. 

“I don’t know how to ease into this so I’m just going to say it. Charlie came to visit me and Steve today.”

Your eyes widen as your head ticks to the side while Dylan sighs mirroring Steve’s posture. 

“Whatever it is the answer is no.”

“Y/N…please. He said all he wanted was to see Dylan graduate from high school.”

“After everything he’s done?!”

“Yeah, I already went down that road, baby, but Eddie seems to think it’s worth the conversation.”, Steve exhaled heavily. 

“Do you?”, his son asked. “What did you say when he asked?”

“I told him that it was up to you and Y/N. If you two said you were fine with it—”

“But you don’t want him there?”

Steve glances towards Eddie who gives him a look of subtle warning.

“No, I don’t.”, he answers honestly causing the metalhead to huff in frustration. “I don’t feel like he’s earned that luxury after everything he’s done and put you through. But…I also feel like it’s your choice. If you want him there then he should be there. You know no matter what, kid, you’re still my son. It won’t hurt my feelings if you want him there.”

“Our feelings.”, Eddie added. “I get what Steve is saying but I’ve been on the other side. My dad was in prison when I graduated. I was ecstatic Wayne was there but…”

Dylan’s soft eyes shift towards you as he reaches for your hand. 

“Mom?”

“I just…I don’t want him to hurt you. I don’t you to get your hopes up and then he doesn’t show.”

“Oh, don’t worry. Stevie already threatened him if he didn’t show.”, Eddie grinned making your son laugh. 

“I’d, um, I’d like to talk with him before I make a decision if that’s alright.”

***

“Baby?”, Eddie cooed as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist while you leaned in the doorway of James’s room. Steve had fallen asleep in the toddler’s little racecar bed, his frame much too big for the mattress underneath as his legs hung off the side. His arm was holding the small boy to his side as he rested his sleeping head on his father’s chest. 

“Eddie, why do you think everything with Charlie affects him so much more?”

“Hm, sweetheart, it affects us both about the same but Steve here just sucks at hiding it. I love Dylan with my heart and would do anything for him. I’d be lying if I said the idea of him going to graduation doesn’t make me angry but if that’s what our son wants then I want him to be happy.” You nod at his statement, giving the man pause. “How does it make you feel? Be honest.”

“I don’t want him to go. I don’t…trust that he’ll actually show up. I feel like Steve right now where I just want to tell Dylan that we’re his parents and the answer is no so we can protect him.”

“The problem with that, my love, is you don’t know for 100% if that will be the outcome. I mean look at what happened with your mom.”

“Eddie, he’s my baby.”

“I know, babe. I know.”, he soothes as he turns you around and wraps you in his arms. 

***

“When he gets here, do you want us to leave you two alone?”, the metalhead asked as the three of them waited at a table in the nearby Hawkins Diner.

“Not like alone, alone though. We’d be a couple of tables away.”, Steve assured confidently, trying to push down all of the emotions he was feeling. 

“Can you stay, please? I’d be lying if I didn’t say I’m a little terrified.”

“Terrified how, bud? You don’t have to do this if you’re uncom—”

“Steve! Calm down, sweetheart.”, Eddie chuckles as he rubs his back comfortingly. 

Dylan reached for his father’s hand and flashed him a big smile. 

“Everything’s going to be ok, dad. No matter what you both are always going to be my real fathers.”

As they beamed over at him, a figure caught Eddie’s eye as it quickly turned to leave. 

“Hey, I’m, uh, I’m going to go smoke before he gets here. I’ll be right back.”

Throwing on his jacket, the long-haired boy hastily power walked towards the front door, opening it just in time to see Charlie heading back to his truck. 

“HEY! No. No, no, no, no.”, he shouted as he ran to block his path. “No. You are NOT doing this to him. You’re here now just get the fuck in there and talk to him.”

“I-I-I can’t. I saw him and… he looks so different now. That’s not my little boy anymore. I can’t do this. I can’t—”

Eddie abruptly shoved the man against his vehicle, cutting him off. 

“You’re right. He’s not a little boy anymore. Unfortunately, you missed that because you were too fucking selfish. Now you have a chance to be a part of his adult life if that’s what he wants but, Charlie, if you walk away now that is never going to happen. Don’t be a fucking coward. He’s a good kid.”

“Because of you two. He fucking hates me.”

“Believe it or not, he doesn’t. Dylan thinks YOU hate HIM.”

“What? No. I love him and Brody so much.”

“Then where the fuck have you been?!”, he sighs releasing him from his hold. “He’s graduating with honors and a baseball scholarship to any school he chooses. He wants to go to a school up north with his girlfriend to major in music and education so he can become a music teacher. Dylan has worked so hard to get here. Don’t ruin it with your bullshit.”

Eddie shakes his head as he saunters back inside and plops down next to Steve. 

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”, he grins but his husband can see right through it. 

Placing his arm around the back of his chair, he leans close to his ear. 

“You’ll tell me later?”

A throat clears startling everyone as they turn to see Charlie standing beside the table. 

“Hi. Hey.”, his voice trembles as he shakes Eddie and Steve’s hands before turning to give Dylan his attention. “Hey, um, wow. Jesus. You look so much like your mom.”

“Oh. Uh, thank you. She thinks I look like you. To be fair she thinks none of her kids look like her.”

“Yeah? How many siblings do you have now?”

“Not including Brody, two. A sister and another brother.”

Your ex nods taking a seat as Dylan folds his arms over his chest. The guys were trying their best to stay as out of the way as they could while still being present for their son.

“So, uh--”

“Why do you want to come to my graduation?”, the boy asked bluntly. “My entire life you never went to anything that I was involved in and then signed me away. Why do you care?”

“I didn’t…sign you away… I just…I was never good at being a dad.”

“Why didn’t you try? Was it because of me?”

“No. God, no. Dylan, to me you were…are… absolutely perfect. I love you with all my heart. That’s why I signed those papers. After talking with your mom, I realized these two would be a better father for you than I ever could.”

Your son nods, sighing under his breath as he collects his thoughts. 

“Mom will be there and Vivian to. Is that going to be a problem?”

“Oh, uh, no. I didn’t realize they were talking to each other.”

“They aren’t. Dylan wanted to get to know Brody and Vivian missed him so Y/N lets him go to her house on the weekends.”, Steve explained. 

“Wow. It seems a lot has changed.”

“It’s been 5 years, Charlie. What did you expect?”

Your ex flinched at the sound of Dylan using his name but unlike the incident with Steve, it didn’t bother your son. He had long since moved past feeling like Charlie was his dad and could honestly never see himself calling him that again. 

“I don’t want you to go to my graduation but, maybe, we could get together and get to know each other again. Work our way up to having a relationship… I mean if mom and my dads are okay with it.”

“Yeah, Dil. I’d like that.”

Hearing Charlie call him that again stuck a raw nerve he kept tucked away for the last five years causing him to abruptly rise from his seat. 

“Ok, I’m ready to go now.”, he announces without waiting for an answer and flying out the front door. 

“Thank you guys for this. Tell Y/N I said thank you to.”

“Oh, she didn’t approve of this either. I’m the only one that seems to be slightly on your side but that’s because I know what it’s like to have your father abandon you.”, Eddie exhales as he and Steve get up as well.

“I didn’t…I didn’t abandon him.”

“Yeah, sure. Neither did my dad. He just boosted cars and ended up in jail for the rest of his life. It’s not his fault.”, he responded sarcastically. “Step one on rebuilding your relationship with him Charlie… Own your mistakes.”

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“No Grandpa! You have to wear the crown because you’re a princess.”, Aurora giggled as she places the colorfully crown she created out of paper onto Wayne’s head. 

“I’m a princess? Not a King?”

“No.”, she laughs harder, cover her mouth with her little hand. 

Beaming over at them from your place on the floor, you and James continue to color in his little coloring book Eddie’s uncle had brought over. 

“Granpa, purty.”

“Thank you, James. I do feel beautiful.”

The alarm beeps as the front door opens and you do everything in your power not to get up to run to them anxiously. 

“Oh wow, Wayne. I must say, you make a gorgeous queen.”, Eddie teases.

“For your information, son, I’m a princess.”

The metalhead chuckles as they come to sit by you in the living room and your son immediately crawls to Steve to show him his pictures. 

“Dada, look.”

The sound of Dylan’s feet subtly bang up the stairs as he heads for his room and closes the door. 

“He’s ok, baby. Just needs some time alone.”, your husband assures. 

“What happened? Did he show up?” They gave you a recount of everything that happened including Eddie telling you both about him almost leaving. “I can’t say I’m not happy he won’t be going but who knows. Maybe in these six months Dylan may change his mind.”

The next couple of days went by with little to no fan fair as Christmas break finally came. That Friday after coming home from work, you checked the mail like you normally do except a college insignia catches your eye. Running full speed into the house, you drop everything as you scream your son’s name.

“Jesus Christ, woman. What is happening?!”, Eddie exclaims as he slides in from the kitchen.

As Dylan sprints down the stairs with Steve in tow, you present him with the envelope he had been waiting weeks for. Hastily, he yanks it from your grasp and tears it open as you dance on the balls of your feet. 

“Oh my god.”

“What? Is it good news? Bad news?”

With wide tear-filled eyes, a small grin spreads along his face. 

“I got in.”

All the adults in the room shout in excitement as you tackle hug your arms around him. 

“Baby, oh my god. I’m so proud of you!”

“Good job, Dylan.”, Eddie beams. “You’ll be the first Munson to go to college.”

“I’m proud of you to, little man.”, Steve smiles softly as he gives the boy a hug. 

“I’m going to go call Daisy. I love you guys!”, he declares as he speeds back up to his room. 

The metalhead holds up his index finger in your direction as both men tilt their head and wait for his door to close before the other boy nods. As soon as you get the go ahead, you fall into their arms and begin to cry. 

“I know, baby. He grew up too fast. We’re going to miss him to.”

***

“Ok, I finally got Aurora and James to sleep. Eddie is in the kitchen eating Santa’s cook—“, Steve froze when he finally entered the bedroom and noticed the image before him. 

You were sitting on the edge of the bed in a velvet red lingerie dress that cut off just so on your thigh barely hiding your panty less crotch with the white fluff that wrapped around the bottom. Your hair was curled and flowed down your shoulders as the Santa hat you wore sat perfectly on your head. 

“I thought you two could open this present early.”, you grin in a seductive voice as you cross your legs and lean back on your hands. 

“Eddie…”, Steve tried to call with a needy crack in his tone. “E-Ed-Eddie… EDWARD!”

“What!?”, the metalhead whisper shouts making you giggle. “Dude, lower your voice. You’re gonna wake—” While he was talking, the man pulled his collar to hurry him up and your grin grew as the other boy’s mouth fell open as well. 

“Get in here, you dorks.”, you tease as you get up, pull them both into the bedroom, and shut the door. “I was thinking we could try something Eddie has mentioned a few times.”

“Oh my god, I’m so in love with you.”, Steve sighs happily as he lifts you into his arms and spins you around before placing a kiss on your lips. “Do we get to handcuff him? Please tell me we do!”

“If you both want.”

Eddie giddily climbs into the bed, kissing your lips before a thought crosses his mind. 

“Wait, we haven’t handcuffed Steve to the bed yet and I feel like this whole edging thing would be way more fun to do to him… Mr. I’m-the-big-protector-guy.”

The pretty boy rolls his eyes as he falls on to his back, lifting off his shirt, and throwing it in his husband’s face playfully. 

Pushing some of your hair behind your ear, you restrain him to the headboard as the metalhead pulls off the boy’s sweats and boxers. 

“Should we have like a safe word or something? You both get sensitive quickly and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”, you ask in a soft, loving voice that makes him smile. 

“I’ve heard ‘Red’ is a good word.”, Eddie offers, grinning when you both nod in affirmation. 

“Say ‘Red’ if I’m uncomfortable. Got it.”, Steve repeats, smirking when you put your Santa hat on his head. “You know, you’re pretty sensitive to, fyi.” 

“I guess next time, we’ll have to test that theory.”, you tease as you run your palm through the hair on his chest and over to his side. “Ok, my love, do you want to start since you’re the sexual deviant that’s been looking up this stuff?”

The long-haired boy smiles mischievously as he leans over the other boy’s stomach to kiss your lips. 

“You…like…it.”, Eddie coos between each peck. 

As you continue to rub his chest, Steve’s breathing stutters as the man he loves take his cock in his warm hands and begins slowly stroking him. 

“How does that feel, baby?”

“G-good. Really good. I like when y-you both touch me.”

Your palm slides up his neck to his cheek and he tenderly kisses your thumb as it grazes his lips. Shifting your body, you curl up on his side as you listen to the sound of Eddie spit over his tip and smear it along his length making Steve’s mouth open in a silent O.

“Fuck, Eddie, baby.”

Trailing kisses along his side, your hands and nails continue to roam his upper torso as his back arches at the sensations. As your husband’s ringed hand pumps him faster, Steve bites his bottom lip to suppress the loud moan that wants to escape. 

“You look so handsome like this.”, you whisper as you tenderly move some of his hair away from his face. “Keep talking to us, Stevie. Please.”

“C-Can’t.”

“Why?”

“Too…too good.”

Beaming towards the other man, he winks at you as he drops another glob of spit over Steve’s tip as the boy ruts up into his hand. You both know his tells for when he’s about to let go; you’ve all studied each other very well over these past almost 12 years. Just as Steve was nearing his release…Eddie let him go and leaned back on his knees. 

“N-No. No, no, no!”

“How are we feeling now, Harrington?”

The man huffed as he tugged on his restraints before groaning with need as Eddie wrapped his lips around his cock taking him all the way down to the back of his throat. After kissing his lips, you trailed your own down his chest to his stomach and stopping just above the base of shaft. 

The metalhead came off him with a syrupy smack, stroking the man with his hand as he leaned towards you to passionately kiss your lips. The two of you played with Steve for a good long while, taking turns bringing him to the edge just before pulling back. His cock was dripping with both your saliva, angry and red from all the teasing. 

As you glanced his way, his eyes were squeezed shut as he muttered things under his breath. 

“Steve, honey? Are you ok?”

His eyes opened abruptly, meeting yours with a fire you hadn’t seen from him in a very long time.

“Eddie, let him go.”, you breathily moaned as his intense gaze never left yours. 

The moment the cuffs came off, Steve’s sweaty frame practically tackled your own as he lifted you into his arms and spun you around making you giggle at his earnestness as your head hit the pillows. His lips devoured yours as if it had been ages since he tasted your kisses. Hissing at your touch, you reached between you both and guided him into your entrance. Before he could make any kind of movement, Eddie took hold of his hips and slide into the man above you. 

Steve was anything but gentle as he slammed his lower half into you both desperately chasing his release. 

“Oh…oh my God, baby. Just like that.”, you whimpered as his head feel beside you, latching his lips to your neck. 

Glancing up to your other husband, his hair blocked his face as he grunted and clung to Steve’s waist as he met each thrust with a hard, rough one of his own. 

The bed underneath you began to shake and the metalhead quickly reached up to hold it still with his palm.

“Fuck, Steve. You feel so fucking good. I love you, baby. M-Make me cum.”

Clinging to his hair and back, he pounded into you till the coil snapped and your pussy clenched tightly around him. The sound he made in your ear drove you crazy as his body trembled on top of yours and you felt his seed release inside of you. As he aggressively thrust it deep into your cunt, Eddie fell against his back, and held his chest as he came inside of the man below him.  

“Jesus fucking Christ, that was amazing.”, the metalhead panted. “Steve, sweetheart, are you ok?”

“I think he fell asleep.”, you giggled as you petted the boy’s head. “Stevie, baby?”

“Hm?”, he grumbled as he snuggled closer to you.

“Are you alright?”

“Hmm…mmhmm…”, he nodded. 

“As much as I would love for you to fall asleep inside of me, it’s Christmas eve. You know at 7am those kids are going to burst through our door.”

Groaning, he nods as he rolls off you with Eddie immediately ready with a pair of boxers and rag to wipe him off. After making sure Steve was set, your husband grinned as he lifted you into his arms, disrobed you, and placed you in the shower as he delicately cleaned you. 

“I love you to, baby.”, you smile up at him as he kisses your forehead. 

“I love you even more. You looked really gorgeous in that outfit and I’m sure Steven will agree when he’s more coherent.”, he chuckles. 

Wrapping your arms tightly around his waist, he does the same as he rests his chin on your head. 

“You know these next few months I’m going to need you two to help me hold it together.”

“I know, sweetheart. I can’t even picture Dylan not being in this house anymore. God, and we’re both going to have to be on Steve duty because you know he’s going to be a mess to.”

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While Eddie and Steve sip their coffee, you pat James’s back as he curled up around you after opening all his presents and went back to sleep. 

While Aurora was distracted with her morning cartoons, Dylan had gone upstairs to change and came back down just as your doorbell rang. Passing the baby to one of his fathers, you threw on your jacket and opened the front door to a fiddling Charlie. 

“Oh, um, hey Y/N. Merry…Merry Christmas.”

“Yeah, so you’re taking him to Vivian’s?”

“Um, yes, ma’am. She’s letting me spend the day with Brody so I asked Dylan if he wanted to join and he said yes.”

Turning to your son, you fixed his ski cap before kissing his cheek. 

“No detours to Daisy’s ok? I want you home straight after for dinner.”

Smiling at you, he jogs towards your ex’s truck and quickly climbs into the heat. 

“Thank you for this. I really appreciate it…after everything.”

“Don’t thank me, Charles. Thank those men in there. I still think this is a bad idea because of everything but we all just want our son to be happy. But I swear to God…I’m not the same woman I was 18 years ago. If you hurt him—”

“I know…your, uh, boyfriends threatened me already.”

“Husbands. Oh, they’ll be the first wave but I’ll be the finishing move. I’m not weak anymore.”

“You never were.” His response startles you as you hug your arms tighter around your body and he softly smiles. “I’ll have him back in a few hours.”

As you reentered the house, their eyes watched you as you sit beside them on the couch still hugging yourself. Ringed fingers threaded through your hair before turning you to face them. 

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah. It’s just weird seeing Charlie be this way.”

“I can understand that. It’s like if my dad came through that door with a smile and a Santa level of presents.”, Steve sighed. 

“Are you both ok? I told him to be home for dinner that way after we eat maybe you three can play that new game we got him.”

“It’s whatever he wants, baby. I try to remember what it was like when I was his age and I never wanted to be home.”, the pretty boy laughs. “So, the fact that he likes hanging out with us at all makes me happy.”

Eddie nods in agreement as James wiggles in his embrace. 

“Daddy. Yames…hungee…”, the boy babbles as he taps his mouth with his palm. 

“I guess it is that time to start fattening him up so we can have him plump enough to eat for dinner later.”

“No, daddy! Don’t be mean to James.”, Aurora scolds as her brother giggles. 

“Come on, you. Let’s see if Santa left us anymore cookies in our pantry.”

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[heyitsme1040]

Sassy Soup [stucky]

summary : Steve and Bucky come home while you’re making soup. While the boys are causing chaos, you try to remind them that you’re cooking. It doesn’t work out, and now Steve is picking up dinner for the three of you. But that’s fine, you can always make soup tomorrow. 

pairings : Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings : None (if I missed anything let me know!)

word count : 550

AO3 (x)

a/n : Day twenty-seven of Comfortember is here! The prompt was ‘soup’.  

“It’s way too cold,” Bucky’s voice came from the entryway. 

“I told you to put on more than just a shirt and your leather jacket,” Steve replied. 

You shook your head, chuckling at their antics. You heard some loud thumps from the hallway. Before you could ask what was happening, Bucky was briskly moving through the kitchen with Steve hot on his heels. Bucky stood behind you with his arms around your waist, gently guiding the two of you so he stood in the corner with you securely against his front. Steve stood directly in front of you, playfully glaring at the brunette behind you. 

“Careful of the lady, punk,” Bucky’s voice taunted. 

You slightly raised your hand, about to interject between their dispute, “Um, I need to–”

Steve scoffed in response to Bucky’s taunt, “Really? ‘Careful of the lady’ when you’re the jerk that pulled her into this.”

“I really should–” you pointed to the pot on the stove. 

“I can’t help that she’s so irresistible. I couldn’t stand not being around her any longer,” Bucky tried to sweet talk. 

“The stove–” you spoke up, looking at the pot you heard boiling. 

“So you just wanted to hug her, then? This has nothing to do with–” Steve cut himself off, startled. 

The pot on the stove had boiled over. Bucky pulled you to stand behind him, standing in a way to shield you while still being alert. You pouted, upset the soup you had been making for dinner was no longer going how you’d hoped. You stepped around Bucky, past Steve, and turned off the burner. With your hands protected by oven mitts, you moved the pot off of the still-hot burner. No longer on the heat, the soup quickly stopped boiling. You looked at the separated soup, disappointed it wasn’t salvageable. 

“There goes dinner,” you murmur, stirring the pot one last time. When the burned chicken that was stuck to the bottom reached the surface of the separated cream base, your shoulders sagged further. 

“I’m sorry doll,” Bucky spoke up, turning you to face him. He bent his knees to level his eyes with yours, “I didn’t mean to ruin dinner.”

“Yeah,” Steve kissed your temple while placing his arm across your shoulders, “We were just joking around. And it went too far. We’re sorry.”

Bucky nodded, keeping his gaze on your face. 

“I know,” you tell them, “and it’s okay. I was just looking forward to trying a new recipe. I can always try again,” you smiled slightly. 

“Tomorrow,” Steve suggested. “Buck and I will go with you to the store and get everything for the soup.”

“And we’ll help with whatever you need to make it,” Bucky chimed in. “That way it won’t take as long.”

“Thanks you two,” you kissed each of them on the cheek in turn. 

Steve picked you up and carried you to the living room. Bucky sat on the couch before Steve set you on the cushion. Bucky guided you to lay down with your head in his lap, running his fingers through your hair. 

“I’ll be right back,” Steve said as he walked back toward the entryway. “I’m gonna go pick us up some of that Thai food up the road.”

“That sounds great,” you call out to him. 

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[blue-bujo]

Bowled Over (Roy Kent x Reader): Chapter One

You work at a bowling alley and a young girl named Phoebe has a birthday party there. You catch her uncle's eye.

Roy Kent x female reader

Will try to update roughly every two weeks

Chapter One: The Other Beautiful Game

Words: 1.9K

Content: Kent-level language (you know what you're in for)

Cricket. Polo. The real football.

There were many popular sports in England, but the downfall of all of those was the fact that they were all at the mercy of the weather. That was why, in your humble opinion, the best sport in the world was bowling.

You were fully aware that the rest of the world definitely didn’t consider it a real sport, and that was fine. But to you, it was the best. No other sport could be enjoyed by 4 year olds and 94 year olds at the same time, all while having full access to a pitcher of beer and never being rained out. Nor did any other sport create friendships so instantly while in good natured competition. It certainly had for you.

You, the army brat, who had moved every year and always ended up being the new kid with the accent different from everyone else’s, had always found common ground in whatever bowling alley had been closest to base. Bowling was its own language, its own gateway into other people’s lives. When you’d finally stayed somewhere for more than two years when you were in high school, you’d made yourself a fixture at the lanes. You stayed in England for college – no, university – and worked your way through every beer league and youth camp you could. The bowling alley was your home, and you ended up staying even after your father retired from the army and returned to his hometown with your mother. Your place was here, behind the counter and coaching leagues.

It was a shallowly connected life. You had a few friends from your own league, as well as your coworkers, and some regulars that you absolutely loved, but mainly, you saw people for five minutes while they paid and figured out which size their rental shoes needed to be before they went to the lanes and you watched from a distance, telling yourself that it was fine.

One day, and especially lonely one, you were scheduled to work a children’s party. You were slightly hung over from the pitcher you’d shared at your league the night prior, and weren’t looking forward to all of the noise that children would inevitably cause. Taking a preemptive Excedrin, you pulled up your hair and braced for the worst.

The birthday child was a blonde girl who was all smiles, leading seven little friends and their adults behind them. You plastered on your best customer service smile and got through the chaos of check in, shoes, snack bar follow up, and lane assignments, then collapsed in your chair to stare into space for a while, until someone needed you.

The respite was brutally short.

You didn’t notice at first, but eventually you realized that you had somebody standing at the side of the counter. It was because of his shirt. Anywhere else, it would have stood out obnoxiously, but the red, orange, and yellow tie dye blended into the colorful walls. You turned quickly once you realized he was there.

“Sorry, I zoned out,” you blurted. “How can I help you, sir?”

The man – you recognized him from somewhere, you realized, but you couldn’t place where – startled at how quickly you acknowledged him. He had very expressive eyebrows, which shot up his forehead in surprise. He pointed at the lanes where the blonde girl’s group was bowling and grunted, “One of the little shits that my niece is friends with threw a ball right after another kid and hit the thing that pushes the pins out of the way, and now it won’t go back up. Can you fix it so their days won’t be ruined?”

You couldn’t tell if her was mad at the lane or at you; it seemed like he was angry in general, judging by the deep creases between his eyebrows. Best to take a cautious approach with him.

“I can’t fix it, but I can call the tech. Just a second.” You grabbed the intercom, but didn’t click it on. “It’s the gate on 15, yeah?”

“The what?”

“The black sweepy thing, on Lane 15?”

“Oh. Yeah.”

Quickly, you called out, “Pete, I need a gate reset on Lane 15, please” over the speakers. Then you turned back to the tie dye man.

“Cheers,” he said. “Phoebe will be happy now.”

“That’s your niece? The blonde girl?”

He nodded. “Yep, that idiot.” He smiled and waved toward Phoebe, who was trying to get his attention. “She made me this shirt. I wouldn’t have picked it, but she made it, so I wear it to all her things.”

“It’s a good look. Matches the décor here,” you teased. “I almost didn’t see you, and you were right in front of me.”

A grunt was the only response you got. Fearing you’d been rude, you cleared your throat and continued. “Well. I’ll be here for the rest of the day, if you guys need anything else. You know where to find me.”

Another grunt, and eyebrow guy was gone, leaving you to put your head on the counter in embarrassment. That was so awkward!

You stewed in your awkwardness for another half an hour; nobody else came in to distract you. Distraction didn’t come until you got a call from the snack bar, signaling that they needed you to run the pizza to Phoebe’s group. Inwardly groaning, you picked up the tray and a stack of plates, and expertly balanced them as you walked to Lane 15. Phoebe and her friends were excited to see you, and their enthusiasm evaporated some of your self-pity. These seemed to be good kids.

“Okay,” you said, putting your hands on your hips and leaning down conspiratorially, “I only have two rules for you. Rule Number One: No pizza or drinks on the approach. Rule Number Two: I don’t want to see any pizza fingers in those balls, because someone will have to clean them.” You pointed at yourself as you said “someone,” which made all the kids laugh. “And Rule Number Three-”

“You said there were only two!” interrupted a young boy. Tie dye guy glared at him.

“Well, I lied,” you shrugged. That got a laugh from everybody. “Rule Number Three: Help Phoebe have a happy birthday!”

All of the kids cheered. Satisfied, you walked over to their grown-ups. “If you guys need anything, I’m Splits.” You tapped your nametag, bearing the kitschy bowling nickname that the manager had made you pick. “I’ll be at the counter.”

Your nickname drew a few chuckles and sympathetic smiles. One of the younger adults, who you also recognized in addition Phoebe's uncle, fixed you with a flirty look.

“Do they call yah that because you can do the splits, or…?”

“No, because I leave plenty on the lanes.”

He looked like he was trying to come up with another quip, but Phoebe’s uncle elbowed him in the ribs. “Shut up, Jamie. Not everyone loves you.”

Jamie, unperturbed, elbowed him back. “Whatever, Coach. It was worth trying. Sorry, Splits.”

You realized where you had seen him before. AFC Richmond was the local football club, and the young man was none other than Jamie Tartt. And now that you had figured out who he was, you had to ask, no matter how much it pained you…

“Can I get a quick photo? The owner likes us to whenever we have a celebrity guest.”

Jamie’s chest puffed out before he looked at tie dye man; you got the feeling his coach had lectured him before about showboating. “Sure, yeah, if that’s how it’s done here.” He checked his hair and grabbed a bowling ball. “Where do you want meh?”

��Uncle Roy should be in the picture, too!” piped Phoebe, shooting her uncle a pout. “He’s more famous that Jamie!”

The man you’d talked to at the counter, who you recognized but didn’t know where from, was named Roy? And Jamie had called him “coach?” Was he Roy Kent? How had you not realized?

It had to be the tie dye. Had to be.

“Fuck no, I’m not getting in a picture with that prick.”

“Please, Uncle Roy?” pleaded Phoebe. “It is my birthday.”

A grunt. You were beginning to think that they were his primary language, in combination with swearing. Roy Kent stood up, rolled his eyes, and got next to Jamie Tartt, glowering.

You reached into your back pocket and took out your phone to check how things looked. Bowling alley lighting was never great, but it was especially bad today. Jamie popped, because of course he did, but Roy melted into the wall, his obnoxious shirt effectively camouflaging him.

Thinking quickly, you went to the racks, grabbed a bright blue bowling ball, and brought it to Roy. He just stared at it.

“And what am I supposed to do with this? Throw a fucking strike on camera?”

“No, I just need you to hold it,” you huffed. “The camera can’t see you; your shirt blends in too much. Just take this, please, and this can be over.”

Without giving him a choice, you pushed the bowling ball against his arm. He took it awkwardly, his fingers brushing yours. You thought he shrank into his shoulders after that, but it could have just been him settling the weight of the ball, so you couldn’t be sure.

You took the picture and sent it to your manager, who started freaking out and texting a sentence at a time, but you retreated back to your counter after that. The rest of the afternoon went quietly. Phoebe’s party ended, and you watched as Roy and Jamie gathered all of the kids’ rental shoes and brought them up to you to return.

Sorry for flirting with yah earlier,” said Jamie, dumping an armful of footwear. “Old habits and all that.”

“It’s no problem,” you replied.

He gave you a wink and sauntered off. Then Roy deposited all of the shoes he was carrying.

“Thanks for being cool. Phoebe enjoyed it.”

“My pleasure. Sorry for the picture.”

“It happens. People are weird about fame.”

“Sorry all the same. Hopefully it wasn’t too awkward.”

Roy Kent wouldn’t look at you, and instead focused on a spot on the counter. Then he gave a last grunt and walked away, sticking out a hand to hold Phoebe’s. You watched them leave before grabbing a bottle of disinfectant to spray down the shoes. As you did, you mused that, for being a football manager and a player before that, Roy Kent was really awkward when it came to being recognized.

The sound of running feet tore your attention away from your thoughts. You looked up, ready to shout at some kids for horseplay, but it was Phoebe, running back to the lanes and grabbing a jumper that she had left. Then she jogged back to the desk, stopping on the way out.

“I had a really fun time,” she said.

“I’m glad,” you replied warmly. “I hope to see you come back.”

Phoebe smiled. “I think I will. I overheard Uncle Roy telling Jamie that he shouldn’t call strangers ‘fit,’ even if they are, and I think they were talking about you. Bye!”

She pranced off to rejoin her uncle where he was waiting for her at the exit, taking his hand once more. You could see them talking, and something she said made him look up abashedly at you. He held your gaze for just a moment, then threw Phoebe over his shoulder and stomped away. You had the rest of the night to ponder the fact that Jamie Tartt and maybe Roy Kent had considered you attractive. It made up for the awkwardness of the photo. Almost.

[vylithscat]

coming to meet your parents - obey me! hcs

trying to be a little more consistent with posts, so here's a couple thoughts that came to mind when discussing families with a friend! {also, don't mind any format changes, trying new things!}

prompt: you've got a visit with your parents coming up, but you're not sure who'd be a good choose to bring.. genre: general, you/your pronouns, gn!mc pairings: bros + dateables (minus luke)

You were visiting home soon, very soon actually, and your family wanted to meet these new brothers. After you said that you met them on an exchange program, they were all very sweet towards you.. And who knows what else you spurted out when rambling on and on about them. Your parents always gave you weird looks when you talked about how good they were, and you never realized when you talked about it until they cut in, “Are you sure they’re everything you say they are?”

With a pounding headache creeping up at the thought of all seven of them coming up with you and causing chaos in your parents home, you snapped your pencil lead and cursed under your breath before looking through your bag for your sharpener, only for a familiar hand to appear beside you with one in his palm.

“How’s my favorite student doing?”

“Oh, haha,” You dryly responded, your nose scrunching up at Solomon as you took his sharpener, “You only said that because I snapped my pencil, huh?”

“You were also staring rather intensely at your paper beforehand.” You let out a sigh and began explaining your situation to him, his face beamed and you couldn’t help but worry at the look of pure joy on his face as the two of you approached..

Lucifer

He didn’t like the idea when it came from Solomon

But then he saw your pleading eyes,, He can’t say no to you,,

When going up, he goes by Lucien around family

He doesn’t need to act any different really, but he doesn't exactly go with the flow, so..

But for the most part, you’re fine sending yourself up with Lucifer!

Don’t stumble over his name though, he might correct you incorrectly

Your parents will most likely enjoy your time with him

Well spoken, good manners, and looks put together when he first steps in the house

I mean, have you seen his outfit in the human world? C’mon..

Bring him along for some tea, lunch, really anything involving food and drink and a quick chat, he shouldn’t be a problem

Just be sure somebody will be able to check on his brothers while you’re gone

Mammon

He doesn’t like being called Mason

But if it’s you, he might give it a chance..

Don’t go out somewhere, he’ll somehow end up blowing his money and setting a bad first impression

Leave any money at home, seriously..

Away from gambling, he’s a great time!

Good humor, really chipper and generally a good man

Just don't let ANY bets get on the table no matter what, please..

Keep your time busy with eating and chatting

Follow it up by some board games or card games if you’re up for it

You could be up late at night, fucking around, and your parents would get a nice impression

As long as you keep bribes and bets out of the photo, you’re fine

Leviathan

Unlike everyone else, he didn’t need to go by anyone else, so slipping up wasn’t a worry!

But getting him to even come with you?.. Good luck

He’ll be practically begging you to think it over, invite someone else

Literally anything to get out of it.. He loves you, but not other normies

He’ll be beyond nervous meeting your parents

You don’t have much to worry about unless somebody brings up anime or TSL

Really quiet, nervous shuffles while you eat

Find a way to include games into the bonding, one that he could pick up as easily as any other game

Although he might get a little ramble-y in his explanations, it shows he’s very passionate!

Your parents most likely will find him sweet, a bit on the quiet side though

And, praise him afterwards.. That was a lot for his shut-in otaku self..

Satan

If you call him ‘Sully,’ even for a joke, he’s gonna lose it. So, Samuel it is! (please..)

He’s well spoken and usually doesn’t cause problems, unless he’s pissed, so really do anything

Best bet would most likely be a café, cat themed, maybe with books and actual cats

He’ll be in absolute BLISS

But save it for the end, especially if your parents like cats too, just to end it off on a high note

Will be fine with giving book recommendations to your parents

He can do most other things though, that’s just your best bet

Parents want to have a chat over some coffee? Sure, about what?

A dinner? Fine by him, he’ll try anything

As long as they don’t get under his skin too much, he won’t have a problem

And your parents didn’t have a problem either, they find him knowledgeable and friendly

And if they saw him with cats, they believe he’s more gentle when alone with you, so they're happy

Asmodeus

He finds his human name of Atlas to be very alluring

So he doesn’t mind, but you need to make it up to him

Fuck, good luck with him though..

He’s really bad at holding his tongue about you and anyone who’s attractive to him

Not to mention he’s an influencer, so he may care about photos before touching any food

And you can’t really take away an influencer’s phone..

But, if your mom enjoys makeup and nails, they’ll get along fine

And if you’re dad’s open minded, they’ll get along fine

It all depends on what your parents are like, really

For the most part it can go super well, or super bad!

Not saying to not to pick him, just,, know it’s a dice roll

Beelzebub

He didn’t understand the whole human name thing,,

Beel isn’t a bad name is it? Regardless he’ll go along with the Bryan thing

There’s no way your parents can hate this gentle giant

I imagine he looks terrifying but then he starts talking and you can’t feel anything but safe

Just be careful on the food wait and how much he eats, or he might get bad looks from your parents

But for the most part he’s a safe choice!

Big ol’ sweetheart, you can’t go wrong if you’re careful

If you’re ever nervous about how he might react to waiting, bring a few snacks

Just explain he’s a sports guy and maybe they’ll look past the absolute speed at which he eats

Overall, your parents will probably feel good about Beel

Just,, warn them if he’s coming, so they can cook some extras or cancel the outing plans,, please.

Belphegor

He was half asleep when you explained meeting your parents and the whole him being called Beau for the day..

He shrugged, “Okay.” Slept again.

When he realized how soon it was coming up..

He didn’t get enough sleep for him to stay awake really

Best to go to some sort of observatory with stars so he can point out anything he knows, either directly or indirectly to your parents

He is practically falling asleep on you though, so good luck

When he is asleep, just explain he’s been working hard and must’ve exhausted himself

Parents will be concerned, but understanding (hopefully)

When he is awake though, let him enjoy the stars and the silence

You may need a few more visits for your parents to form a proper opinion, though..

Diavolo

A chance to go to the human world and avoid his work!?

Sign him UP!.. Oh, a new name? Damien? Okay!

He’s gonna accidentally introduce himself of Diavolo, no matter what

Your parents are,, confused to say the least

I mean, you’re with a man who owns a HOTEL? Definitely hit high, kiddo..

Good news, you don’t have to worry about stumbling over things!

Bad news, Diavolo wants to experience so many new things in the human world that it may slip he wishes he had it back home

Even simple things, like certain fair foods,, like hot dogs.

It confuses your parents beyond belief but you can play it off that he was sheltered (I mean, he was..)

Overall, they have a fun time! Taking him to an amusement park was a great idea

They saw a great man who was willing to experience new things, aside from thrill rides..

Bring the man back, he really wants to experience that again :(

Barbatos

His duties should take priority, but Diavolo gave him permission to go for the day

With a cleared schedule and a carefully picked out outfit,, fuck does he make a good impression

But, he’s stiff and really wants to help out, especially with things like teas

To a point your parents are furrowing their brows at you

And you aren’t about to force Barbatos to not be a butler, it’s in his nature by now

Once he does sit, he doesn’t answer much about him

But he always smiles when he responses, is quick to refill drinks and checks on you often if you seemed stressed or tired

It’s a great impression, showing he deeply cares for you

And that he comes off as hardworking or at least caring for others

So, you really can’t lose unless your parents have problems with not knowing everything at once

Just,, know if you fall asleep at all, he may lightly tease you with your parents

Simeon

Seriously, how can you fail with bringing him?

When he found out from Solomon you needed a plus-one, he offers to join you if nobody else can

Accept on the spot or later, he’ll manage to bring something for your parents

Usually some food, like his sandwiches, or something Luke made with proper praise of the boy

Your parents do accidentally assume that Luke’s your son though..

Consider dismissing that before Simeon starts joking at having kids

Aside from the first-first impression, he’s overall very sweet

He can talk about anything for a good amount of time, and always has honeyed words about you

If your parents manage to bring up TSL, slip in that he wrote it

It’s good praise, albeit a bit embarrassing for Simeon

But if your parents enjoy the series, meeting the author would be nice!

They feel blessed to have him in your life,,

(Regardless if they know he’s an author or not)

Solomon

Yeah, this was his idea, but after all the trial and error..

You invited him instead of the demons, for your own sanity

His title carries some weight, so there’s no doubt he’s known by your parents

But you assure them he’s not as bad as the rumors say

Get used to him intentionally trying to embarrass your ass, because he will do it ALL the time

If you’ve told your parents about your training, he’ll non-stop praise you and your skills

If not, he’ll praise your general learning skill and how you’re a great listener

In any sense, you’ll be very embarrassed by the end

Your parents will give you many smiles and laughs about it too

He does say some stuff weird, and dances around personal questions, but that's about it

He’s not a bad choice at all, just a little odd for a human

Your parents will get a good impression of him and (hopefully) change their views about him

[tiyoin]

goldilocks reader

1/31/23 -> 2:52 pm

I’m your host, Tiyoin and welcome back to everyone’s favorite game show!

HOW DID Y/N BECOME AN ORPHAN

👏👏👏👏👏

is it;

A. Missing child

B. You’re parents died in horrific accident

C. They abandoned you in the woods

or D. and my personal favorite WAS IT A HORRIFIC FAMILY CAMPING TRIP GONE WRONG!

I mean it could really be any of those cause the reason changes with every joke 🤷🏻

You started living with the bears when they found you in their summer home, a cozy little log cabin on the banks of some lake somewhere in the Kingdom of Roses.

Bowls on the floor, chairs flipped over, with all the chaos they expected a large, scary beastman to be the culprit

Yet the bears were quite baffled, to find some scrawny 4 year old sleeping soundly in the youngest bear’s bed.

Like how did a 4 year old caused $3,000 in damages????

Of course, they decided it would be better if you stayed with them while the police investigated everything. The cuts, bruises and ticks that littered your body softened their little hearts like butter.

Not Koda though, oh no, he was the only one who saw past that quivering lip and bloodshot eyes act.

He was suspicious 🫵😳

Making some radical theories on how convenient it was that it was their cabin they were literally just about to use. How it was his bed, his toys, his clothes you had mainly tampered with… suspicious 👁️👁️

It was like you were… trying to replace him 🤨😮

“They're’ a disheveled orphan! Not some criminal mastermind!” Mama smacked him.

With the police investigation turning sour, they decided that it was time for their darling son to have a sibling (which saved mama bear the pains of childbirth. So it was killing two birds with one stone! 😝)

Though Koda was less than excited with getting the attention rudely snatched away from him by some bed stealing orphan.

Obviously, you were not a beast man :), and unfortunately for you, your new family were a bunch of…🐻🐻🐻

it did take a while for you to get used to the… larg furniture. Yes, as a child everyone was short, but even now, as a teenager you're still having to climb counters, use stepping stools to even reach the first shelf of the cabinet. (it wasn’t too bad, but it was higher than the regular households)

It was like a jungle gym- which mama bear really didn’t appreciate.

One time, she caught you hanging off the chandelier in the entry way???? How- How did you get up there???

(Papa had to act as abet to catch you)

They were Grizzly Bear Beastmen, one of the largest land beastmen there were. And as far as they were aware when house hunting, they didn't have a human child in their future plans

Sevens, the height difference is even worse. Since the bears in both the fairytale and movie are Grizzly’s. And as anyone who had a hyper fixation on a certain animal and knows a huge chunk of facts about them. Which, of course, mine were bears) Grizzly’s are the second largest bear species.

So your mom is 6’1, dad 6’6, brother 5’11 (middle school) while you're probably around 5’0-5’5?? … So it's always funny when your family tries to talk to you. At first they were used to just turning their head, maybe even tilting down to talk to each other.

But then you came in like a wrecking ball, causing monthly visits to the chiropractor

So they had a better idea, either picking you up or just texting / calling you. smart right 😼

They always had to watch where they were going, and it didn’t help that you were a quiet child. Like a rabbit who spotted a lazing bear, you were quiet, discreet, hopping to and from places as fast as you could, trying not to make much noise or cause too much trouble.

Though this got much better when you got older, now announcing your presence, or expertly weaving around them. You felt like a fairy in a world of giants. Or like you were exploring the tall red oaks of the forest. (Which you luckily went to over summer holiday!)

Also, lots of kudos to the bears for getting you the trauma therapy you deserve. 👏👏👏👏 (*stares at Crowley*)

Oh yeah, the bears, (legal last name) were filthy rich, owning chains of bake shops around Twisted Wonderland. They owned ‘Bears Bakery’’, a thriving family business in the baked goods industry full of pies, cakes, brownies and many more delicious sugar sweets. Although, everytime you asked about how they turned their small, humble bakery into what it is now…

“All you need to know is that it’s a family business my little cub” Mama bear would always coo, smothering you in affection as Koda smirked, shrugging at you in your peripheral vision.

This meant they could afford high quality, specially made furniture, vacations, special schooling, extra curriculums, and the luxurious clothes they lather you with, (Not matter how many times you tell them you don’t want that many clothes) oh yeah and the food bill…🧍🏻🧍🏻

Oh my. That’s another thing. They’re bear beastmen and professional pastry chefs. And if you thought they were only good at baking sweets, then you are horribly wrong. Your kitchen is a chef's wet dream. You had the best of the best in fresh produce, personally inspected eggs, the finest grade A meats, and a spice rack personally filled by some rich people because of some business deal.

So it’d be kinda hard not learned how to cook in a family full of cooks

Now for the moment you're all here- nrc!

You were utterly perplexed on why you were selected to attend. Like yeah, your father was an alumni, you went to prestigious private schools, have a rich influential family and are excelling in your hobbies. But like, you didn’t have a dick?? You were 100% positive you were gonna be accepted to Siren’s Cove, some cliffside girls school that overlooked the beautiful wasters of the Coral Sea

But I mean, this was better than nothing?

Your brother Koda was a grade older than you and was ‘so excited to show you the ropes!” (Mom made him)

And having that close ‘brother sister’ dynamic people already knew who you were. Koda was always groaning about his ‘demonic sibling’, how they were going to wreak havoc upon NRC.

Having Mr.Koda (Now 6’0 and currently 200 lbs)

Cause how did the Koda, all 6 feet 200 pound muscular (yet a little chubby cause mama bear is a baker) get a scratch from his sibling?? When asked how you looked after the fight Koda grumbled something about ‘not hitting you’ because of moral bullshit. (Ruggie caught the red tint on his cheeks as he looked away)

So expect some savanaclaw students to avoid you like the plague, or be strangely civil with you once you get into NRC.

Oh, you thought you’d be in Savanaclaw just because you were a beast man? oh no. no no no no no. No.

You’re in Heartsbyul! I think that’d be absolutely hilarious cause I mean. That already gives you an entry into the first year squad, and you get to fan the flames of your rivials to lovers relationship with a one Mr.Trey Clover.

Sighs dreamily 😻🫶

You definitely have a schitck about things being ‘just right.’ Sorry. It’s a given.

The classroom is either too hot, too cold, or just right. Sebek’s screaming is either too loud, too quiet (I dunno dawg) or just right, Riddle’s mad face is either too red, not red enough or just right. That guys is either too hot, too ugly or just dreamy enough so you don’t seem delusional.

Actually, wait, that's such a cute unique spell idea omg. “Just Right” where the conditions of something are just right. Like today’s weather, your outfit, conditions where you can land a nasty punch (Which explains Koda’s bruised and battered arms)

Speaking of hotties, if there’s someone who likes you- wish them well in hell cause there's no way Koda is letting you get a boyfriend. It’s even laughable that you think you’ll ever date.

You’ve tried complaining to mama and papa bear but they literally only encourage him. Telling him not to let any filthy boy near their darling cub

They’re just looking out for you sweets. cause if he doesn't have a trust fund or polished shoes, he ain’t worth it ✋🙄

My sevens do you have an appetite 😦 I mean, yeah. You come from a family of bear beastmen who own a massive baked goods enterprise. There’s no way in hell you're

1. Not at least a bit chubby

or

2. Muscular. Cause beating up Koda takes a lot of time and a lot of effort

That is all in my professional opinion (No I don’t own a mass baked good enterprise) but I do, however play sports and have a rather a slightly above average appetite and I’m shredded 🤭

And of course, you have gone rogue every once in a while, your poor tum tum grumbling in pain, tossing n’ turning in agony. :( so of course- you steal some food! May it be Riddle’s tart, someone’s lunch, and even free food Ruggie was about to snatch up, but unfortunately, you got to first.

I think Sebek's the one with the massive appetite? well, doesn’t matter cause y’all are having competitions. Not that you’re always a willing competitor. But with the way Sebek’s usually glaring at you across the table as you’re just trying to enjoy your food-

How are you supposed to let that disrespect slide??🤨🤨

You weren’t.

You’re the winner. every time. Usually you stop mid bite, shoot out of your chair and loudly whisper, ‘Malleus!’, which of course gets Sebek’s undivided attention and he immediately stands at attention looking like an idiot as you’re happily munching on your food.

I like the imagine a meter going down of labeled ‘Respect for Y/N’ everytime you pull that stunt

OH YEAH- you wrestle. You're already so good at it so why not actually wrestle? I can just imagine Epel helping you practice, already used to wrangling things in and all that junk (Deuce wants to help but he feels like that's not something a model student would do)

Speaking of Epel- definitely tries to get into business with you. I mean, if hes your families main apple supplier, than his family is set for life

So on more than one occasion you can see him trying to use a sales pitch on you

Besides that, there’s one more thing I’d like to mention

The bake off

dun dunnnn

Every unbirthday party (and birthday boy that requests it) you and Trey have bake off’s. whether it be baking cakes, macarons, tiramisu, you guys fight tooth and nail to create the best dessert for the birthday boy / Riddle to judge

Of course they’re put in metal dishes with lids over them, and brought out by dorm members so no one knows whose dish is whose until the winner is revealed

It’s pretty close every time

One time, a birthday boy got so stressed over which was better he had a nervous breakdown. I mean, they’re sweets practically made by professionals! Wdym they’re supposed to taste different when they both have that same, delicious texture that creamy tang-

So there’s been more ties than wins/loses

Of course, Azul Ashengrotto, the business deal hound has also approached you- numerous times.

He thought you’d be easier than your brother to cooperate with, making some kind of deal to personally improve the lounges pastries quality.. 😸

😸😺😸😺

Does… Does he think you’re that dumb??? Does he think you don’t talk to your brother??? That you don’t know who he is???

Especially the twins, you’ve heard all about them from your brother- which made it all the more hilarious when you said ‘no’ to Azul.

I mean, it wasn’t your business to hand out, and yes, you could talk to your parents about it but that would go into legality issues.

Over all, too much work yawn 🥱

Azul : It would be most beneficial-

You : 🥱 sorry not interested 🥱

you give him brain aneurysms

[stylintwirlforu]

-her dad got remarried to a woman that literally started to hate her for "endangering her children" knowing DAMN WELL it wasn't her fault. Even if her stepmother changed for the better it wasn't always the case. -Step mom kept her from interacting with her step brothers and especially her father -she was tormented with nightmares of her biggest fear -she ran away at the age of 7. How about I say it louder? SEVEN! not enough? Lemme spell it out. S E V E N! she was SEVEN when she ran away. And for a time before she met Thalia and Luke she was ALONE she left her family and made her own. But it didn't last because a Cyclops nearly killed Thalia and she was turned into a tree and pronounced dead. -she had to get over that at the age of 7 because she arrived at camp the same age she left her previous home. -she had to bear the fact that Luke had betrayed them. Someone she looked up to and loved. -she had to be reminded of cyclops when Tyson came into the picture. -Yeah she accepted him as her own brother and family later but having a cyclops, the same thing that she thought took Thalia's life on the team bore down on her like betrayal hand the hands of Chaos and was pressing on her shoulders -speaking about pressing on her shoulders, let's talk about how she bore the weight of the sky. Percy got 2 visions. One where Luke passed the sky to Annabeth. The other when Artemis took the sky off of Annabeth's shoulders. These 2 visions were separate. Meaning that Annabeth was holding the sky for quite some time. Definitely longer than Percy. She was COMPLETELY drained and exhausted. More so that Luke left her to carry it alone. -she was told Luke died but couldn't believe it -Luke visited her but she couldn't bring herself to kill him. A promise she kept, but like didn't. -not as important but the whole "perachel" thing -her half brother died in front of her after passing his work to her -she then proceeds to get stabbed in the shoulder for Percy and nearly freaking dies AGAIN -the person she loved but then loved as a brother started to thrash her around, even if it was another entity in control -HER blade was the one that killed Luke. HER BLADE. imagine how she must have felt holding and fighting with it after -then she got a break -SIKE HER BOYFRIEND DISAPPEARED FOR 8 MONTHS CAUSING HER TO OVERWORK HERSELF TRYING TO LOCATE HIM -she was called worthless by Athena, her own mother, and was given a coin that could have led her to her death -oh they got reunited JUST BEFORE NEW ROME WAS BOMBED NEARLY WIPING ANY CHANCE OF BECOMING ALLIES -realizes she needs to go on a solo quest that ends with the mother of the spiders that have been tormenting her. Seems easy right? Yep! You could even do it with a broken ankle! -she gets the Athena parthenos 🎉🎉🎉 ….aaaaand promptly falls into Tartarus with her boyfriend -puts all her trust in Reyna, who she had probably interacted with for 20 minutes tops to escort the statue of her mother -demon grandmas blind her and make her think Percy broke up and left her -she watches her boyfriend nearly choke a goddess with some scary blood bending shit -she had to step down as a leader and leave Bob and Damasen. Do you even know how much that may have DESTROYED her!? -then she embarks to where her mom and soon-to-be father-in-law's rivalry started to then battle the literal Earth's children, get tossed back to CHB, quite literally, and promptly starts fighting like they weren't just done with mass murdering her great great grandma's other children -immediately thereafter practically watches Leo 'die' -as she is about to go to college and finally get an ounce of a normal human life her friend Jason dies. You guys don't even know how strong their bond must have been after all that. They are so similar but so different at the same time. No way that they didn't bond. -then she learns Nico is going back to Tartarus to get Bob and it hits her that she didn't even think of Bob. She felt so damn guilty

....

YET

She is scared of tiny spiders, but not of plummeting to her death from a set of monkey bars. Go figure.

YET

She looks beautiful

[farmerlarrry]

Orange Slices (Joel Miller x f!reader)

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story summary: A story about finding companionship and love in the midst of chaos.

a/n: Hello! I am so sorry for not posting a chapter in so long. I had some personal stuff going on that warranted my full attention, and it took a lot longer to resolve itself than I anticipated. I promise updates will become more regular (and not be months apart…). Thank you to those who stuck around, again I am so sorry. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and the chapters to come! | This chapter was kind of, sort of messy. I was going to split it into two separate chapters, but decided to post it all as one. I hope you guys don't mind! Also, any small mistakes will be fixed once I get a chance to reread.

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Chapter Eight

“Hi, I’m Maria,” The familiar-faced woman approaches you with a wide smile. One of her hands is extended outward to you. You stare at her for a moment with wide eyes. Before she told you her name, you immediately recognized her from the photos Tommy showed you. She looks just like she did when it was taken, as if she hasn’t aged a day. You return her reach and firmly shake her hand. Her eyes are hard, yet contradictingly inviting. 

Nessa guides you over to one of the chairs in the middle of the room. Tommy is sitting in the one next to it, a small wooden table separates the two chairs and has a small vase of dried flowers in the center. As you take a seat he gives you a warm smile, his spirits seem to be up since this morning. You notice a pair of crutches leaning up against the arm of his chair, causing you to shift your gaze down towards his leg. It’s been cleaned and is now wrapped up much better than before, a sense of relief comes over you. 

There’s a small group of people, mainly guards, in the room alongside you, Tommy, Nessa and Maria. The four of you are the only ones in the center of the room. The rest are standing off to the sides, leaning up against the walls, not daring to speak or move. A pit of uneasiness sits in your stomach as you begin to feel everyone’s eyes on you. You try to ignore it, but the feeling begins to become overwhelming.

“Tommy told us a little bit about you and your journey, how you went from Houston to Colorado, you’re a fighter,” Maria suddenly speaks in a confident tone. She is now leaning up against the edge of her desk, her hands clasped in front of her. 

“I had help along the way, bu-but I suppose you could say that,” Your voice is small, barely even hearing yourself. You feel intimidated. 

“You come from the same group as Charles, right? From the apartment building? And before that you were at a QZ?” Maria cocks her head and narrows her eyes curiously. The others in the room exchange complex looks amongst each other at the discovery of this connection. You give her a single nod and see her glance at Tommy for a split second before returning to you. She smiles. “This must be a bit overwhelming for you.”

You go to say something, but nothing comes out. Your mouth is unbearably dry. 

Everyone's heads turn at the sound of Nessa clearing her throat. She’s standing behind Tommy, holding the back of the chair with a firm grip.

“Maybe you can just ask her later? I’m sure she's tired and overwhelmed, like you said,” Nessa chimes in, tightening her grip even more. She’s looking at you with a concerned expression. Classic Nessa, always coming to my rescue… you think, slightly embarrassed at your lack of being able to speak for yourself. It’s like nothing has changed. Maria nods her head at Nessa’s request, pushing herself off of the desk and standing upright.

“Well then, things are simple here. The key to the success of the community is working together,” Maria shifts her attention back on you. “Some tend to the animals, others tend to the garden. There’s a school for the children that is run by some of the parents. There’s much more, but that’s just to name a few. We’ll let you get settled in before talking about your placement. From what Tommy has told me so far, I think you’ll be a great addition to Jackson. Do you have any questions we can answer?”

“Uh… ” You couldn’t think at the moment, you still felt the eyes of everyone looking at you, and you can see Tommy and Nessa both staring at you in your peripheral vision. “Not that I- not that I can think of.” You finally force out.

“If you think of anything, we’d be more than happy to answer,” She takes a few steps toward you. “As for a home, it’s going to take a few days-”

“Maria, if you don’t mind…” Nessa blurts out and Maria directs her attention to her, trying to cover her annoyance with a broad smile. You see Tommy’s eyes go wide and his posture stiffen, he doesn’t move and keeps his eyes locked on the ground. “I was thinking she could take one of the vacant houses in the same area as mine and Tommy’s… maybe the blue one adjacent to Joel’s.” 

“Oh, oh… You and Tommy?” You let out breathily, not thinking before talking. You shift your body to the edge of your seat as Tommy and Nessa let out a soft giggle in unison, looking at each other joyously before turning their attention to you. You stare at the two with your brows drawn together, glancing between them. Nessa is Tommy’s girlfriend? 

“Like I said, lots to catch up on,” Nessa lets out in a childlike, giddy tone.

When you look back at Maria, she has her lips pursed and is slightly nodding her head as if she is contemplating Nessa’s suggestion, or rather request.

“Usually those houses are reserved for… Well, I don’t see why she couldn’t. You wouldn’t mind showing her the way,” She says to Nessa, not waiting for a response, before turning back to you. “You should get some rest and get settled in, Tommy and I will come to talk to you about a placement once we’ve had time to discuss. Sound good?” 

You give her a simple nod.

“Thank you, Maria,” You say as you rise to your feet, she returns your gratitude with a smile before going back around her desk and taking a seat. Everyone else has already begun leaving. Nessa appears at your side with a smile on her face, looping her arm through yours. 

-

“That’s mine and Tommy’s place,” Nessa is pointing at a large, white two-story home before pointing a few houses down at a faded blue two-story home that is just as big. “And that one is yours.” 

“Isn’t it… a little big for just me?” You turn to her, slowing your pace. She ignores you, letting her arm fall to her side and taking the lead toward your new home. 

As you get closer, you come to realize little details of your new home. The faded blue paint has been chipped off in many areas leaving white patches, the porch railing has completely collapsed on one side, I could fix that, you think. Regardless of it’s apparent flaws, it’s yours . 

Nessa is already through the front door, while you’re still at the bottom of the pathway marveling over it. The blue one, adjacent to Joel’s, you look over your shoulder to the house at the end of the street. You have to strain your eyes but you can see a light is on inside through the sheer curtains covering the window. Your heart skips a beat and you find yourself unable to look away.

“Come on in,” Her faint voice pulls you out of your daze. You jog the rest of the way up the pathway, up the steps, and through the door, trying to force any thought involving Joel out of your mind.

Upon entering, you quickly notice the thick layer of dust that covers everything. The interior looks like no one has set foot in it for a very long time. A dust-clad blanket lays messily over the back of the couch, and your heart sinks. It looks like someone had just thrown it over temporarily, thinking they’d be back shortly. A coaster set is scattered on the surface of the coffee table with books stacked neatly just to the side of them. Your eyes move up to the walls, the wallpaper has started to peel, the corners up by the ceiling curling in on themselves, covered in spiderwebs. You walk past Nessa over to the couch and run your fingers along the blanket; dust sticks to your fingers to which you wipe off on your jeans before taking off your backpack and setting it on the ground.

“It’ll take some work to clean it up, but it has potential,” Nessa says unconvincingly, gawking at the dust as she comes out of the kitchen. You silently agree with her, running your eyes all over the different parts of the house again. “Anyway, why don’t you go shower? It’s upstairs, should be the first room to your left. I’ll go grab you a change of clothes, okay?” 

As Nessa leaves through the front door, you slowly make your way up the staircase, looking at the pictures that are still hanging up on the wall; they’re of the family who once lived here. Running your fingers along the glass, you wipe away the dust with the pad of your index finger, revealing two children who looked to be between the ages of five and ten; they were sitting under a tree both bearing large smiles. The same feeling you got when you saw the youth-sized sleeping bag back at the factory with Joel reemerges within you, burning a hole in your stomach. You suck some air in and take down each picture one by one. 

Holding them tightly against your chest, you enter the room on the left as Nessa had said. It looks to be the master bedroom. You gently place the pictures face down on one of the side tables by the bed, taking a seat and covering your face with your hands, running them through your hair over the back of your neck. You let out a heavy sigh. 

-

The tile floor is cool and somewhat soothing on your aching feet. Peeling your socks off, you look down, noticing all the blisters and sores covering the bottom and sides of your feet, on top of your toes, and the back of your heels. You walk over to the small shower, pull back the cracked, plastic curtain, and turn the knob. The water sputters a bit when it first comes on before shooting out with a steady flow. You watch the bottom of the tub as the dust turns to dense clumps of dark gray, following it as it circles down the drain. Turning around, you walk over to the countertop and begin removing everything from your pockets; the folded piece of paper from your back pocket, the stone from your front pocket, and the bottle cap from the other. Steam starts to fill the bathroom. Your fingers linger on the paper, chewing on the inner flesh of your bottom lip as you begin to unfold it. You trace your fingers along the oranges neatly drawn at the top before shifting your focus to where it had been torn. When you look up, the mirror is fully fogged over. You fold the piece of paper back up and hesitate before setting it down with the rest of the items, shrugging off your shirt and slipping off your pants and undergarments, and kicking them off to the side. 

The water stings your skin when you first enter the shower. As you fully emerge your body, you feel every muscle fully relax under the heat, and the steam rolls off your skin. You close your eyes, trying to push all your thoughts from your mind. At this moment, you want to fully relax, pretend life isn’t the way it is, pretend Joel and whatever your feelings toward him don’t exist, the things you’ve had to do to survive never happened. You just want to simply be. 

-

You dread getting out of the warm embrace of the shower. Wrapping the towel around your body and securing it at the top, you walk back over to the mirror, wiping away the condensation that clung to the surface. You see a semi-blurred version of yourself staring back at you. Your face doesn’t look quite as you remember it, you look older, your face is a lot slimmer, and the dark circles under your eyes tell everyone who sees them that you haven’t properly slept in ages. You have a hard time prying your eyes away from yourself, but the sound of something clattering downstairs tells you it’s time to go. 

You put your socks back on before going downstairs to prevent dust from sticking to your damp feet. In one hand you have your old clothes, and the other is holding the top of your towel so it doesn’t fall off. Your hair is still wet, leaving a trail of water droplets. Nessa is on her hands and knees cleaning the floor with a rag. Much of the surfaces have already been wiped off.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” she says with a low grunt as she gets up from the ground.

“You’re apologizing for cleaning?” you chuckle, raising your eyebrows. 

“We’ll get the rest later,” she responds, turning to the table with a pile of clothes on the surface. She grabs them, extending them toward you. “Here you go. I can take your old clothes… do you want to, um, keep them, or?”

“Oh, well,” you pause to think. The shirt and long sleeve pullover had tears all over them, the jeans were potentially salvageable if someone could get all the stains out, but you doubt that would be possible. “I suppose you can just get rid of them… Nessa, can we just stay in today, and go get the supplies and stuff tomorrow? I’m tired and I-”

“Of course, we can,” Nessa exclaims, nodding her head with wide eyes. She grabs you by your shoulders and pull you in for a hug. “Go get changed, I’ll continue cleaning. Don’t worry about doing anything today, just rest up, I got this.” 

You turn to head back upstairs to get dressed. Before making it to the top, you stop for a moment, turning back to look at Nessa who has her back facing you. This peace and contentment, it’s new. You smile to yourself, your heart now feeling full. 

-

Nessa practically forces you to relax while she makes dinner, so you take a seat at the now clean dinner table, watching her as she cooks and continue talking to her. She finally tells you about how Tommy and she came to be a couple. They knew of each other long before they officially met. She always found him to be cute, she’d gossip with Heather and Aimee about him, eventually confessing her feelings for him. She and her friends had been at the bar one night, they were celebrating a mutual friend’s birthday. When she went up to get a round of shots for the table, Tommy came up beside her, very obviously flirting with her. After that they became inseparable. They spent their evenings together, he’d take her out to the field just past the greenhouses late at night. Eventually, he asked her to move in with him. Your heart swells with joy as she tells you the story, she has a smile plastered on her face as she speaks, her cheeks flushed a bright pink. You’re happy Nessa, for the most part, had been able to find happiness after everything happened. You’re happy that in all of this, she’s okay. 

She sets down your bowl of chili before taking a seat next to you at the table. The smell overwhelms your senses, nostalgia washing over you, reminding you of your days spent together back at boarding school. Nessa would always make dinner for you and her since the school food was less than ideal, and borderline inedible. 

“Nessa,” you say, wrapping your hands around the warm exterior of the bowl. “How’d you get here?”

Her face drops, pursing her lips as she stirs her chili slowly with the spoon. 

“Do you want the short version or the long version,” She let out a chuckle, her tone sounding sad. 

“Whatever version you’re comfortable with,” You set down your spoon, resting your chin in your hand and offering her your full attention

Nessa’s dad was some big-shot CEO of one of the world’s biggest leading companies, meaning her family was very rich as well as very powerful. He had all sorts of connections and resources due to his status. As word broke out that they were declaring the infection outbreak as a state of emergency, he sent one of his workers from his Houston office to get Nessa. I tried to look for you, I really did, dad said you could come too, but everything was just so chaotic, I couldn’t get back to the dorms and Leon said we needed to leave as soon as possible. The plan was to get Nessa back home to California, but that proved itself to be a lot more difficult than they thought, with the roads being blocked, traffic made it impossible to get anywhere safely, then FEDRA stopped letting people in and out of certain places, they shut down the airports and refused to let planes take off. They had to cut through Utah, but they were unable to get through and eventually FEDRA directed them to the QZ in Salt Lake City. It was really scary when they took Leon away, they separated us shortly after we arrived… I never saw him after that, Nessa said somberly. They just put me into a placement room and gave me no other options, I couldn’t get in touch with my parents, they wouldn’t even let me try. I was so afraid and I was all alone with no answers. She eventually became close with James and his younger sister Megan. Their family took Nessa in and made sure she was safe. James’ dad worked in the radio tower in Salt Lake, he came into contact with an older gentleman, they talked most days, and over time they became friends, he claimed he had a community in Jackson that would offer more security than the QZ’s. All we’d have to do is find a way there, he’d let us all in, no questions asked. James’ mom didn’t want to leave, she was afraid of what was outside of the walls, and felt like the risk wasn’t worth it. After, I don’t know, 3 or 4 years… when things in the QZ’s got really bad, they finally decided to leave and head out to Jackson, they extended the offer to me, I truly had no one else so I joined them. Maybe we underestimated how bad things were, not truly knowing how dangerous things had become but- she let out a heavy sigh, screwing her eyes shut, a tear fell down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away. When we got here it was just James, his dad, and of course me. We were the only ones who made it, and James’ dad, unfortunately, became ill not too long after arriving, he didn’t make it… Since then though, things have been pretty great, you know, it's a good thing we have going on here. I met Tommy who I love, I have friends, and now you’re here, so everything is… good.

Nessa’s eyes were red from tearing up, seeing her like this makes your eyes well up with tears as well. 

“I’m really sorry,” Your voice quivers as you speak. Nessa shakes her head. “I should’ve looked for you too, I knew where you were, but I just– I ran Nessa. I didn’t know, I- I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“How’d you make it out?” She spoke quietly.

“I ran into Mr. Erickson in one of the hallways in the main building, he took me to his house and we stayed there for a few days before FEDRA took us to the QZ in Houston,” You responded plainly. Nessa perks up when you say Mr. Erickson’s name.

“Mr. Erickson, the science department’s hot teacher aide, huh?” She smirks through her tears. “What a man to be with when the world ends.”

Both of you laugh in unison.

She asks you about the QZs you were at. You don’t hold back telling her how things truly were, you told her about how you’d go outside of the walls to scavenge for the soldiers. That was how you survived since you didn’t have anything else useful to offer. That conversation eventually led to how you knew Charles, you went into detail about the apartment building, the people who resided there and how you were forced out by a rival group one unfortunate evening.

“Ness, I did some really fucked up things,” You finally look up at her, she’s concentrated fully on you. She’s giving you a blank stare in response. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to talk about it. I don’t want to talk about it.”

She gets up from her chair and wraps her arms around you, burying her face into the crook of your neck. You begin to weep into her shoulder.

“That’s understandable,” she says, muffled. “But if you ever do need to talk about it, talk about anything, I’m always here for you, forever and always. No judgment.” 

The rest of the night, the two of you start to go through the home, setting things aside to go to the donation center and other things in a separate pile that you’d like to keep. You continue talking about life, Nessa tells you about the people of the community, she tells you about her friends who she is very excited for you to meet, and she talks more about Tommy, saying she never thought she’d be able to love someone as much as she loves him. 

Before you know it, the sun sets for the day, the living room area is now dimly lit by a small lamp on the table next to the couch. Nessa is fast asleep, curled up in a ball and snuggly tucked into the corner of the couch. You grab one of the clean blankets she brought over from her and Tommy’s home, shaking it out before draping it over her. For a while, you too try to sleep. The silence that fills the room stings your ears, it’s a little too quiet and you aren’t used to that. The creatures of the night have become your lullaby and without that, you can’t fall asleep. 

You get up and walk over to the window that looks out the front of your house; grabbing the bottom of the window pane, you push it up, cracking it just a tiny bit. The song of the crickets quietly fills the room, you feel your body ease up. Before you turn to go back to the couch, you notice a figure approaching from the sidewalk path that leads to the main town area, you continue to stand at the window watching them while running your fingers along the paint cracks around the windowsill. When they come out from the shadows of the trees, you recognize who it is. Joel. Everything goes silent again. The moon is casting a soft light across his face; he’s walking slowly and his shoulders are rounded. You continue to watch him as he walks up his porch, disappearing once he closes his front door. What is it about him that makes you so… so stuck? You question yourself, shifting your gaze down to the windowsill which you are still picking at with your fingernail. You let out a heavy sigh, before returning to your spot at the base of the couch, throwing your head back so it rests on the firm cushion. 

-

The next morning comes quickly. You wake up groggier than normal, a feeling of full exhaustion overcoming you once you get up from the floor. You force yourself to get up and join Nessa in the kitchen. She’s sitting at the table flipping through an old magazine. You join her in silence. This is nice, you think. 

Eventually the topic of breakfast comes up as sunlight begins to illuminate the house. You insist on making something for the two of you, since Nessa made dinner last night. It’s only fair, Nessa, you plead. However, she insists on grabbing the community breakfast to go. Nessa, per usual, gets her way. As you wait for her return, you begin to go through the various drawers and cabinets in the kitchen and living room. It looks like Nessa already got a head start this morning before you even woke up. 

The two piles from last night have only grown bigger.. As you continue organizing, a third pile is also created, the ‘don’t know’ pile. This one mainly consists of the personal items that belonged to the previous owners; pictures, old birthday cards, letters, etc. What do I even do with this, you think to yourself as you pull a family photo album from one of the bookshelves. 

The front door knob squeaks as someone– Nessa, turns it and enters through the front door with three large paper bags in her arms.

“Breakfast has arrived,” Her tone is light and playful.

Tommy enters behind her, he’s cradling a stainless steel thermos under his arm that is free of a crutch. 

“I hope you don’t mind me joining,” He says.

“Of course not,” Your sentence comes out in one single breath.

“Just didn’t know if you were sick of me or somethin’,” His back is now towards you as he sets his stuff down on the kitchen counter. Tommy looks over his shoulder at you with a smirk plastered on his face. You walk over to him and playful nudge his shoulder, returning a smile before grabbing three of the mugs that Nessa washed earlier. 

You and Nessa clear off the table in the kitchen, setting the boxes and various items off to the side against the wall. The three of you take a seat and immediately start unloading your paper bags. You pull out three separate containers, the heat radiating through the sides and warming the cold tips of your fingers.

“Mmmm, ” Tommy lets out, rubbing the palms of his hands together. “My favorite.” 

You peer over to him. One container has scrambled eggs with pepper scattered across the top, the smaller container has two small patties, presumably sausage patties, and the third container has mixed fruit. Before starting on his food, Tommy stands up and leans over the table, filling both yours and Nessa’s mug up with the coffee he brought. 

-

“What are your plans for the day, ladies?” Tommy is leaning back in the chair with his arms crossed, a few bites of food remain in the containers. You look towards Nessa, who puts her finger up in the air as she finishes chewing her food.

“Just clean and finish going through the house before heading into town to donate some stuff, then probably look around to see what items they have,” Nessa responds, glancing over to you once she finishes. You nod, not having anything to add. Right now, you’re just following whatever Nessa says or does. 

“That sounds like a fun day” He replies sarcastically, the corners of his lips slighting turn upward.

“Super fun,” You say softly, quickly raising your eyebrows as you take a sip of your coffee. 

-

There's a line when you and Nessa walk up to the donation center, about ten people or so are pressed up against the side of the building trying to find a way out from the direct sunlight. When you get to the back of the line, a man who appears to be just a little bit older than you and Nessa, says the line is moving slow today and that he and his niece had been waiting for nearly half an hour already. Nessa shakes her head, striking up a conversation with the man about how ridiculous the wait times have become. You tune them out, escaping to the depths of your own thoughts.

As you’re kicking at the rocky ground, thinking about God knows what, you hear the steady trot of a horse coming up from behind. Before you can fully turn around, Joel passes by on horseback. The two of you briefly make eye contact as he continues down towards the pathway. There’s nothing of substance in the look he gives, almost as if he looked right through you. Your stomach turns. Where’s he coming from? Your mind begins to wonder before you can stop it, taking a quick look over your shoulder. No, you are supposed to be moving on, another voice takes over and scolds your original thought. You take a final kick at the ground, sending rocks flying forward, before turning to Nessa.

“Where’s he coming from?” You whisper as you lean in closer to her. As much as you don’t want to care about Joel, you’re still curious and curiosity doesn’t hurt, right? She gives you a confused look and you gesture towards the horse who is now a considerable distance away. Nessa goes on her tippy toes, looking over the crowd of people to see who you are referring to. 

“Oh, Joel, ” her voice sounds dry as she speaks his name, her face twists into a semi-disgusted expression. “He does patrol, like checking the outer perimeter for any potential threats to the community, stuff like that.” 

“He goes out alone?” you push the matter further, taking a step backward, creating more distance between you and Nessa. The line moves forwards, and you and Nessa both take a step forward in unison.

“Yeah, well,” Nessa purses her lips, blowing a stray piece of hair out of her face. “He’s not supposed to, but you know, he’s Joel, so… he and Tommy used to do it together, but Tommy got busy helping Maria out with stuff once the community started getting bigger, and no one else wants to accompany him.”

“Why-” You start to say, but Nessa cuts you off before you can complete your question. She’s giving you a tight-lipped smile and you cock your head off to the side, returning a confused expression. You know this look, she’s forcing a smile.

“Looks like we might be here for a while,” she says leaning up against the building’s exterior, turning away from you. When we get up there, let me do the talking, okay?”

She shoots you a wink and you purse your lips, giving her a simple nod in response.

-

It’s now been nearly a week since you’ve arrived, you’ve spent most of your days clearing out your home, trying to make it your own. Since your first night, you’ve only slept downstairs on the couch. The house is just too big, the creeks at night freak you out, often waking you up in the dead of the night. You’ve gone through the majority of the rooms, the children’s rooms were the hardest, you originally thought of just shutting the door, hoping to ignore them for the rest of your time living there, but eventually built up the courage to separate the clothing and toys to send off to be donated. You knew they’d be better put to use by the community than just sitting in a closed off room. There were some things that you couldn’t bear to get rid of, such as the family pictures, it felt wrong; you decided to pack them into a box and placed them in the back of one of the closets in the hall.

As you push the final box near your front door, you notice Nessa coming up the walkway to your porch. You wipe your hands on your pants, opening the door before she’s even made it up your porch. She has a bag in her hand, swinging it side to side as she walks.

“Hey stranger,” you say playfully, she greets you with a large smile as she walks through the door. Without saying anything she extends the bag towards you. When you open it up there's more clothing inside, they look nicer than just everyday clothes. “What are these for?”

“There’s a community get together tonight and you’re coming,” She sounds excited, and your face twists up at the thought of socializing. “Listen, I know that’s never been your thing, but I want you to meet my friends, I think it would do you some good meeting people.”

You toss the bag onto your couch, knowing there is no way she’s going to let you get out of going. She’s watching your face carefully, still smiling. 

“Alright,” you say in a defeated tone. Nessa wraps her arms around you excitedly. 

“Wow, you’ve gotten a lot done.” She pulls away, making a small circle, looking at the different visible parts of the room. She walks over to the boxes stacked by the door. “Sorry I haven’t been able to come over the past few days, they really needed an extra hand with the younger kids at the school.” 

“You’ve done so much for me already,” you drag out. “I’m nearly finished, I just have to drop this stuff off at the donation building sometime.”

Nessa starts nosing her way through the boxes, lifting each flap and looking at whatever is inside. You watch her as she does so.

“If there’s anything you want, you’re more than welcome to take it.” You finally follow up with. Nessa lets out a hum before holding an article of clothing up.

“Isn’t this so sweet,” she swoons. It’s a blue and gray striped baby onesie. You try to hide your discomfort, thinking back on how difficult it was to go through the children’s bedrooms, especially the nursery.

“Yeah, I suppose,” You look down at your feet and nervously thumb at your cuticles. “Like I said, if you want it-”

“I’ll take them,” she quickly says in one continuous breath, picking up the box and balancing it on her hip. If anyone is having kids between the two of us, it will be Nessa, the bittersweet thought made you smile as she looks down at the tiny clothes with joy. “Alright, well, I’ll come and get you in a few hours then, okay?”

You watch her disappear with the box as she walks down the pathway toward her house. 

-

The string lights that hang throughout the community illuminate the walkways. People fill the streets either going into one of two different buildings or hanging off to the sides with drinks in hand. It’s much warmer out tonight, something that signifies summer is just around the corner. As you walk, you’re in a daze, marveling at everything and everyone you pass. You begin to wonder what exactly tonight entails, Nessa didn’t go into much detail other than her friends are going to be there, but there was no doubt about how nervous you currently feel.

A group of men who appear to be around your age look at you as you walk past them, a few of them do a double take and begin to whisper amongst themselves. Your stomach drops, immediately dropping your gaze to look down at your feet. Maybe Joel will be there tonight, you hopelessly think, ultimately concluding that whatever is going on tonight, probably won’t be his kind of thing and even if he was there, he wouldn’t want to be around you.

You snap back to reality when you feel Nessa wrap her fingers around your wrist, pulling you towards a dimly lit building. Now standing on the porch, you can hear a muffled voice coming from inside. She gives you a warm smile before opening the door and pulling you in after her. 

“So…” she starts, leaning in close to your ear to whisper. “This is where they play movies, it's mainly for the kids, but a lot of the parents and older people join in as well. It’s mainly old-timey, boring movies. Nothing we’d be interested in.”

Walking further into the dark space, you see the movie that is being illuminated on the large canvas sheet by a projector. There are several rows of chairs in front of the screen, from what you can tell it appears to be mainly kids sitting in them, the rest of the adults were either standing off to the sides or sitting at the tables in the back. You take a slow scan of the entire room, taking the atmosphere in. She grabs your arm again, pulling you off towards a side door, deep into the building, away from the crowd of people. You look over your shoulder once more.

“Although that is fun, the bar is where the real fun is at,” Nessa has her back against the door, facing you. She’s smiling as she turns the handle with one of her hands. “This is where my friends and I usually hang out, it’s mostly young adults and single middle-aged men… but it’s fun, I promise.”

Groups of people are sitting at tables with drinks playing card games, others playing pool at the table in the middle, and darts off to the side. It was a lot rowdier here, both the music and people’s conversations were loud. As you and Nessa weaved your way through the tables, you noticed people were turning their heads in your direction, some of them turning to whisper something to the person next to them. A heat washed over you, a knot growing in your stomach. The room suddenly felt as if it was on fire. The sound of Nessa’s voice pulls out from your anxious mindset.

“Speaking of my friends,” she spoke cheekily, slapping her hand lightly on the table the two of you just walked up to. “This is Aimee, Heather, Drew, and… James who you already briefly met.” 

James instantly stands up from his chair, his eyes are wide as you two make eye contact. He’s holding his hand out to shake your hand. He seems a lot different than when you interacted with him earlier, now he appears to be more at ease.

“It’s nice to officially meet you,” He leans in so you can hear his voice over the noise.

“You too,” you shout back at him as you retract your hand.

James pulls out the chair next to him, gesturing for you to sit down. You’re somewhat surprised by his friendliness.

The other three aren’t quite as welcoming, Aimee and Heather stare at you with sly smirks plastered across their faces, looking at you up and down as you awkwardly smile at them. Drew is snickering at the other two girls, trying to cover his mouth with his hand, however, his shaking body and beet-red face give it away instantly. Suddenly, he stiffly shoots up from his chair, reaching over the table with his hand extended towards you.

“Yep, it sure is nice to meet you,” He mocks James, who is watching him with his mouth agape in awe. James rolls his eyes, turning his body away from the group, propping his head up with his hand. You uncomfortably shift in your chair, and hesitantly bring your hand from underneath the table up to shake Drew’s hand. 

“You too,” you say so quietly you doubt anyone heard, you barely said it loud enough for yourself to hear. You give him a loose, short-lived handshake, before bringing your hand back underneath the table and rubbing your sweaty palms against the rough fabric of your jeans. 

“They’re messing around,” Nessa leans in and shouts in your ear. You raise your eyebrows as she pulls back and gives her a single nod. Fucking assholes, you think as you look around the room, scrunching your nose. In your sitting position, you can’t see much other than the people standing and the other tables around you. 

Nessa and the others immediately get lost in a conversation, you let your eyes continue to wander around, looking at the metal signs and license plates that lined the walls, and the string lights that lit up the room. The sound of the scratchy music comforted you, although it was quite loud. At some point, James brings you over a drink, and you all clink your glasses together. You feel uncomfortable being here. It is not because you’re new or because you were never really much of a social person, Nessa’s friends, apart from James, attributed to this discomfort.

“I’m going to go grab a round for the table,” Nessa put her hand on your shoulder and pushed herself up. The two of you made eye contact, your eyes pleading ‘Please don’t leave me alone with these people.’ She must’ve not picked up on the urgency in your eyes, or maybe she didn’t think it was urgent, because she quickly turned away and disappeared in the crowd. 

“So, you were out there with Joel?” Heather shouts over the table in a thick, fake southern accent, giving a devilish smile to Drew and Aimee. James’ face tightens at the sound of Joel’s name. Before responding, you look toward the direction Nessa went, hoping she’d magically appear and take over the conversation. Your mouth suddenly became dry. 

“Yeah… and Tommy, but yeah,” You respond, sort of confused as to where this was going.

“ And, how was it?” She shot back, her face conveyed some sort of innocence, but her eyes told a completely different story. 

“He’s super fucking weird huh?” Aimee adds, causing Drew to choke on his drink, he covers his mouth with the glass to hide his smile. You draw your brows together, slightly puzzled and looking between everyone at the table. 

“ Aimee,” Heather shouts sharply and hardens her eyes. Aimee recoils at the sudden hostility in Heather’s voice, crossing her arms and slouching. Heather turns her attention back toward you, not saying anything, just cocking her head as if she was urging you to answer the question.

“I mean, not really,” You say slowly and scoffing.

“Oh , wait,” Heather gasps, the whole table is now looking at her, her gasp even piquing James’ curiosity. “You're not, like, his girlfriend are you?”

Aimee lightly hits her arm, laughing in the process and Drew grabs onto Aimee’s arm, his face going red again. You feel a heat of anger wash over you.

“Would it be a problem if I was?” You spit back. The sly remarks remind you of high school, something you were never too fond of, and with Joel being the subject of the talk, it made your blood boil.

“Heather-” James starts, tightening his grip on his glass, his knuckles turning white and blood pooling in his fingertips under the pressure.

“James… what? He’s a drunk and freaks everyone the fuck out, shouldn’t we warn our new friend about him,” James straightens his posture, his jaw tightening as he shifts his eyes in the opposite direction of her. You follow his gaze and realize Nessa is standing behind you, she has a smile plastered on her face and her cheeks are stained pink. She lets out a loud sigh.

“I just wish he’d stop coming back,” she says loud enough for everyone to hear, setting down the drinks in the center of the round table. You furrow your brows in confusion. She what? “I can’t believe Maria keeps allowing him back in, I mean, I know it’s Tommy who’s convincing her but damn, you’d think she’d put her foot down eventually.” 

You abruptly shoot up from your chair, the chair bumping into the person behind you. The whole table as well as the other people around you are now staring, not saying a thing. Heather and Aimee are both trying to hide their giggles, putting their hands over their mouths and grabbing at each other. Your eyesight narrows and you give Nessa a disappointed look before turning away from the table and walking towards the bar. 

“Looks like Joel-y found ‘imself a girlfriend,” you hear faintly as you take a few steps away from the table, a tall man is blocking you from going anywhere.

“Makes sense,” says another.

You swiftly turn around, wanting to tell them off, how could someone be so horrible, you think. One of the girls, you think it’s Heather, makes eye contact with you and points. Everyone except James, who has his head in the palms of his hands, looks at you. Nessa gives you a look of desperation. 

“She just doesn’t get it guys, she’s been through a lot… and doesn’t know how Joel really is yet, like all she knows is him and Tommy, so…” she explains, you roll your eyes and begin pushing against the tall man’s back, trying to squeeze past him.

-

As you push through the crowd, your head is becoming heavier and heavier by the second and your vision is starting to blur around the edges. You can feel the thickness in your chest as you breathe. When you finally make it through, your eyes focus on one particular secluded seat, far away from everyone else. 

You rush over to the seat, keeping your eyes locked on it. When you take a seat you immediately put your face in the palms of your hands. A mixture of embarrassment and anger surges through your body. You felt overwhelmed from the moment you stepped into the bar, and the situation with Nessa’s friends made it worse. Everything in the room seems to be louder than it is- the music, people talking, it’s all unnecessary noise. Your head begins to feel fuzzy, you can feel your body wobbling on the barstool and grab the edge to stabilize yourself. 

You hear a muffled voice, but you're too trapped in your internal panic to make out what they’re saying, you can’t get yourself to even move your head in the direction it came from. Your chest rises deeply and then falls quickly. Focusing on the rugged grains of the wooden surface of the bar, your vision begins to become sporadic, with black splotches emerging and dancing around. You feel yourself wobble once again, this time your hand slips as you attempt to grab onto something. 

You suddenly feel a hand loop around your waist from the person sitting next to you, pulling you towards them as your body begins to tilt off to the side. You go to say something but stop when you realize it's Joel. As you straighten your posture, he lets his hand drop, returning it to his glass. He looks concerned. You can feel a sense of relief wash over you, his eyes melting into yours; every nerve in your body instantly becomes calm.

“Are you okay?” He seems genuine when he speaks, his eyebrows slightly raising as he leans in closer to you.

read chapter nine here!

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cool about it. || myg

no. 10: no regrets

predebut/debut!yoongi x female idol

summary: kanako is an established idol with a growing career and a secret relationship with a producer from her label, haneul. when she’s asked to work with yoongi and rm to create a track for her, she gains unexpected feelings for a certain upcoming rapper. with her increasing fame, her controlling boyfriend, a set of six boys who seem to have grown an attachment to her, and a new boy who’d give her the world, how will she figure out a way to balance it all?

(definitely inspired by boygenius)

word count: 3.6k

genre: ANGST, friends(?) to lovers, slow burn, lots of pining, fluff

chapter warnings: toxic relationship (not w/myg), mentions of mental health, mention of a box cutter, SLIGHT SMUT

inspo song: billie bossa nova by billie eilish

"it's hard to stop it once it starts."

MARCH 7TH, 2012, 8:02AM

Bang-PD enters the room with an obvious rush. He was never the type to be late, so being two minutes late was almost inexcusable for himself. He sits down with only his usual meeting binder, stocked to the fullest on what we are to talk about. He adjusts the frames of his glasses before taking them off to rub his eyes of sleep. 

“Uh- sorry, everyone. Had a long night.” He mumbles. I know why, because of the scandal. It seems obvious at this point that this man has been losing sleep because of it. Answering media questions, doing stand alone press conferences, no thanks to me. I try not to feel bad, but just like many times before, it’s impossible not to. Although the staff members here always give me a genuine smile and ‘hello’, they’re always somewhat in a hurry. It’s been quiet chaos in the BigHit building, and I have been told minimal information. To keep me safe, sane? Probably. 

“Okay everyone, thank you for coming. A couple things,” He says, looking at me and the seven boys who sit in front of him. 

“First, as some have you may have heard, we’ve lost some important sponsors. It’s lost us a lot of money and time, but that’s beside the point.” Nice. 

“While we’ve lost sponsors, we’ve gained some better ones thankfully. They’ve been very helpful during this time in support of you, Kanako. Saying, and I quote, we join this company as we are in full support of women. Our deepest condolences for you during this time.”

“What? Did someone die?” Jungkook snortles. No one else reacts. He’s quick to shut back down.

“I didn’t know anyone was in support of me.” I whisper. 

Bang gives me an empathetic smile, “There’s lots of people on your side, Kanako. Moving on,”

I guess I really have been out of the loop since losing all contact with the outside world. But lots of people on my side also means lots of people who are not on my side, and that’s what flutters outside this very building. On the TV screens that have quieted down in the midst of this scandal for a tiny bit, but there’s still crumbs. 

“They’ve given us a generous sum which resulted in us making this team decision.”

Oh no. What’s he going to say? They’re finally set to kick me off? They don’t need the income I bring in anymore, or actually, lack thereof now. This silence is deafening. 

“Kanako, we’ve decided to send you to Jeju for a few days. Four days to be exact. If you’re willing to, or wanting to. Now, we have enough for the seven boys to come along as well, but if you’d like to have this time for yourself that’s completely understandable as well. The decision is yours.” He says. My mouth is in a shameless ‘o’ shape from my tiny gasp. This is far from what I expected. If anything, I would’ve never guessed this in a million years. 

“Why send me off?” I phrase it like they’re trying to give me, which causes Bang’s face to give an unimpressed expression. “We’re not sending you off, we want you to have some time away from this building. It’s too dangerous to let you go to restaurants still and we’ve managed to find a secluded spot for you to enjoy, if you’d like.” All this for me? Something else good has come, surprisingly. My unlucky streak has finally ended, with a triumph of celebration in my brain. Serotonin that I haven’t unlocked, you could say.  It’s no doubt in my mind that I want the boys to come, looking at Jungkook and seeing his begging eyes like a dog about to go for a walk. He’s almost shaking with how much excitement he has. 

But I keep myself calm and collected, nodding slowly. “Yes, I’d like to go. W-With the group. Will it be all shared?” 

“There’s enough room for the boys to share and for you to have your own. But yes, you’ll be in the house together.” Yet another recipe for disaster? Or maybe, on the positive side, an adventure with seven boys I love deeply. And lots of fun. 

And just in time for Yoongi’s birthday.

Bang-PD turns his head to the boys, “Would you all like to-”

“Y-Yes.” Jungkook stutters, being on the brink of imploding. His eagerness only makes me smile. 

The boys nod along happily, “Alright, it’s settled. The plane leaves in four hours, giving you all three hours to pack. There’ll be staff members coming to stay near your villa and check in every once in a while. But Kanako,” His sudden serious tone making me gain a burst of anxiety, 

“We’ve made sure this whole trip will be as private as it could possibly be. We wanted to do this while the boys are still trainees so there’s a level of anonymity. And now that fans and reporters have stopped harassing us, we can leave peacefully. From the back of the building, that is.”

I nod, “I-I trust you.” I think. 

MARCH 7TH, 2012, 9:15AM

The boys and I have all scattered to our dorms to begin packing, Jungkook frantically barging in my dorm with a worried look plastered on his face. “You have my red jacket!” He cries. 

I tilt my head with innocence, “No I don’t.” I reply simply. This is a lie. But I just love the way it looks on me. “Liar!” He exclaims before running to my closet, rummaging through my belongings. I try grabbing him but he’s too driven to find what he’s looking for. After destroying my closet and drawers, he turns around in defeat. “Where is it?”

“I don’t kno-”

“Kanako please! We don’t have much time!” He pleads.

I sigh, standing there for a second more before reaching into my suitcase, grabbing the thin red piece of clothing he was dying for. He takes a breath of relief before kissing my cheek and running back to his dorm. I place my hand on my hip to assess the damage that my room is in. I’ll clean it up when I get back from the trip, I think to myself. I’ve always been one for procrastination, delaying, flaking. It’s a horrible habit I’m trying to cut back, but one thing at a time, right? 

I finish packing my toiletries, makeup, and other small accessories I might want to bring. I’ve been living in sweatpants and hoodies from different members of the group so I try bringing clothes that might look..cute? Since the flight is a little over an hour I decide to bend down on the floor to find something decent to wear. You’d think from being an idol for two years I’d know how to properly dress myself, but I don’t. 

As I sort through the pile of clothing, I hear someone come in. It’s Jihyo, a staff member who works here. She closes the door behind her quickly, holding a big rectangular box in her arms. 

“Oh you got it, thank you!” I gasp happily as she hands me the box. It’s heavier than I thought, my body plummeting down from the weight of it. She laughs and helps me place it on my bed. 

I can see her face cringe, “I really hope it’s the one you asked for.” She says. 

My eyes lighten up as I graze my hand over it. It’s Yoongi’s birthday gift, a new keyboard. It definitely left a hole in my pocket, but for him, I wanted to get him something that would last forever. 

I nod eagerly, glancing at her then back to the keyboard. “It’s perfect. It’s exactly what I wanted, thank you.” 

She says a quick no problem before I give her a hug, letting her escape back to her job. I hunt through my things, looking for anything I could to make the keyboard look less naked. I look at my shoes, the ones I wore for my debut. They’re ballerina-inspired with ribbon lacing to tie up your calf. I suck in my teeth and grab a pair of scissors, cutting them. It doesn’t hurt that much to damage them, but it was a vital memory walking around in them. The memories I made performing with them, the pain-staking wounds I’d get on the back of my ankle after the shows ended. But it’s for a good cause.

I grab a box-cutter to open the packaging first, the heaviness of the object making it much harder to do this as fast as I could. I place it back on my bed and the stand it comes with. 

I wrap the ribbon along the height of the keyboard, tying it in a nice bow. I pat it down to make sure it looks nice and pretty before snaking my way to Yoongi’s dorm. The hyung line is all packing, Hoseok still deciding on the clothes to bring. He’s very picky with his style, and since it’s a vacation, he seems to be overthinking. “You know we’re not gonna be around anyone else.” I laugh at him playfully, which he responds with a serious expression. 

“I don’t wanna hear any of that. Look, this tank top or this one?”

He told up two black tank tops. But one does have thicker material and looks like it would fit him better, “The right one.”

“My right or yours?”

He takes my unamusement as an answer. I search through the dorm and end up in the bathroom where Namjoon is, packing all his toiletries. “Where’s Yoongi?” I ask, he shrugs. Very helpful, thank you. I give up eventually with this dorm, speed-walking to the other where the young ones are. It’s the same scene, giving me deja vu. Except Jimin is the one on the floor, indecisive. 

I sigh, “Where’s Yoongi?”

“Bathroom. Said Namjoon was taking too long.”

“What, is he peeing or something?”

“Dunno.”

Sometimes they aggravate me. Just like brothers. I walk to the bathroom where it’s open and see Yoongi fixing his hair. “What’re you doing?” He jumps from the sound of my voice. 

“J-Just-”

“Checking yourself out? You couldn’t wait for Namjoon to be done so you could fix your hair?” I giggle. 

He huffs and stops from moving, coming closer to me. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss me, placing his hands on my shoulders. He’s confident with this one, much like the others. I move my head towards his, filling the empty space between our bodies. 

“Can you guys please stop making out? We’re gonna be late.” Jungkook whines from behind us, making Yoongi and I part. I nod and nod, knowing we were in a time crunch then and now. 

“I know people! Give me some time. Yoongi, get over here.” I say, gesturing for him to follow me. I place my hands to my side, causing Yoongi to scoop up one with his own. We walk to my dorm and before I open the door I turn to him. “Close your eyes.” I say. He widens his eyes, “What’re you gonna do to me?” He smirks. I puff my lips, “Shut up.”

“Okay, okay.” He says and finally closes his eyes. I open my door and lead him by his hand to my bed. I wait a moment to look at him as his eyes are closed, wanting to savor this moment. I take a deep breath,

“You can look now.” I whisper. 

He’s quick to look at me first, which makes me dart me eyes to my bed, giving him a hint. He looks down slowly, seeing the keyboard laying on my bed. He doesn’t say anything at first, only staring. He’s great at making it hard for me to read him. He places his hand on the keys, almost unbelieving that it’s real. 

“Kanako…” he breathes. 

My lips curl into a delicate smile, “Yes?”

“This is…” He trails off.

I place my hands behind my back and lean on my tip-toes to kiss his cheek. “This is for you.”

He shakes his head softly, “I don’t know what to say. This must’ve cost a fortune.” 

“You’re worth a fortune. I wanted you to be able to have this for a long time. Whenever you need it. Whenever inspiration strikes you next. When you go on tour and you just need to play.” I reply. He moves his hand to the bow, furrowing his brows. 

“I recognize this.” He says.

“It’s just some ribbon I had lying around.” I lie. 

He hums and unties it. I stare at his airy fingers as they move, pulling on the bottom to unravel it. He picks up the bow and looks at me. “What?” I ask with bright eyes, hoping he doesn’t notice the frayed edges. “Put it on.” He asks. 

“W-What? Like, where?”

“In your hair.” He speaks like I should know what he’s talking about. 

O-Oh, I mutter. Dirty mind Kanako. I place it on my head, adjusting my hair so the knot doesn’t get tangled. It’s very hard to do this without a mirror. I tighten it around my hair and pull out some strands in the front of my face, running my hands through my hair and looking at Yoongi with curiosity. 

“Does it look okay?”

Instead of responding he leans in for a melting kiss, placing his hands around my neck. He moves his body so I can follow him, eventually both sitting on our knees on the floor. We stay like this for a good second before he moves me once again, now being on top of me. Both of his legs lay beside each of my thighs.  

The position is intimate and close, and I have a feeling in my stomach that’s burning down to my underwear. I notice his hips moving slightly, causing more friction between us. The bulge of his sweatpants grows onto my stomach, causing a sharp groan from him. It’s like he’s needy, the way he’s riding on me. There’s no control from his side. No pulling on me or tugging me where he’d like me to be. He lets me enjoy his deprivation, and I do. A lot. I touch his stomach from underneath, rubbing up and down his chest. 

Our heads bob as the kissing becomes more messy and heated. There’s this sensual fighting between the both of our bodies, like it’s been ages since we’ve loved one another like this. The ringing in my ears becomes stagnant as Yoongi speaks, exhausted but determined. 

“I don’t think I can handle not feeling you.” He says. His cheeks are flushed and red. I spot his forehead glistening ever so slightly. 

I take off my shirt in one swift move, revealing my lack of undergarments. The way he looks down to my breasts is one I keep in my back pocket. His hands start on my stomach, pressing down gently so I feel every crease and bump of his fingers. I lean my head back and moan quietly, the purlices of both his hands lining perfectly with my chest. His pointer finger swipes over my nipple, making me flinch with pleasure. He drifts his hand to my mouth, dipping his index fingers in my mouth before sliding them down to smear my own saliva on my breasts.

It’s slick and slow, but it’s not teasing. It’s perfect and intimate. He lowers his body to become face to face with my chest, looking up to me as his mouth hovers over my nipple. 

“This okay?” He whispers. I bite my lip and nod. He flicks his tongue on the sensitive, hard skin. I whimper in response as he proceeds to take me in his mouth. He sucks gently, his warm tongue doing this thing that I’m not sure I can explain with words. All I know is that my eyes are focused on him, watching him practically eat me alive. He laps up my nipple faster and I notice the saliva from his mouth is endless, dripping down his chin. He’s not afraid to make this so erotic and utterly filthy. I can’t stop my hands from grazing down to his opened legs, caressing his bulge. He sucks in his teeth, which I love that he does that, and places his forehead down on my chest. It seems I’ve broken him down with that small motion which gets me excited to continue more. I bring my other hand to fiddle with his zipper, teasing him.

“Are we really doing this?” He whispers while his head lays in between my breasts.

“What exactly do you think this is?” I tease. 

“Only what you want.” He responds. 

I take that as a go to unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down. Everything is so fast and progressing quickly, but I choose to follow it. Don't overthink it. It’s good right now. 

He takes his head from my chest and goes back to sitting up, setting his hands down on the floor to balance himself. I prop my body up as I play with the waistband of his boxers that peek from the opening of his pants. He shakes his head with a modest smile, “Baby, baby, baby.” He mumbles. 

As I proceed to travel my hand below his boxers, there’s a storming pile of men that barge in through the door. And I’m topless, with my hands down Yoongi’s boxers. 

It’s Jungkook, Namjoon, and Hoseok. Everyone is frozen in place. I look at Yoongi who looks at them, then at me and my current situation. Uh..uh-uh, he says as he hurries as he grabs my shirt to drape it over my chest quickly. “Kanako…” He mumbles and looks at his underwear, my hand still remaining at the crime scene. I remove it and we detach ourselves from each other, awkwardly. All I can do is wrap the shirt around my body and completely flush. Yoongi’s pants are still unbuttoned, which he doesn’t seem to notice.

“O-Oh. We- um. We just need to-” Jungkook stutters.

“We need to get going.” Namjoon states. 

I gulp and nod, “Yes, right.” They stand there for a little while longer. I wait for them to leave so I can put on my shirt, but they don’t seem to be moving. “C-Can you guys-” I mutter.

Oh yeah, of course, right. They all say and shuffle out the door. I’ve never heard such a deafening silence as they leave, shutting the door behind them. I drop my shirt and tuck my head between my legs, sighing heavily. 

“Oh my god.” 

“I know.”

“Oh my god.”

Yoongi crawls over to me and tilts my head up, giving me an empathetic pout. “I know.” He says again. 

“They saw my boobs, Yoongi!” I whine. 

“I know! It was awful, I’m sorry.” 

I puff my lips with a bit of attitude, “You should be! It’s not like they saw anything of yours that they haven’t already seen.” He caresses my face, comforting me. 

“They’ll get over it soon, I promise.”

MARCH 7TH, 2012, 2:57PM

The car ride to the airport was awkward. The plane ride was awkward. The car ride to our villa was even more awkward. It seems the boys can’t even look at me, and when they do, it’s not at my face. The outfit I decided on was just a simple mid-thigh dress with black tights! It’s not like my cleavage is even out, but it feels like they almost have x-ray vision. I assume the ones who saw me topless told the others because like I said, none of them can look at me. 

It isn’t until we’re sitting inside this amazing villa and I still see them being so painfully quiet that I get frustrated. 

I sit up aggressively from the couch we’re all resting at, “Okay everyone, they’re just boobs. Don’t act like you’ve never seen any before. That is unless I’m sitting with a bunch of virgins.” I speak, my frustration very obvious with my choice of words. It’s unlike me to speak this way, but how they’re acting is stupid and unfair. Jungkook shuffles uncomfortably, “It wasn’t just that.”

I roll my eyes, “Me and Yoongi, we’re…we’re just doing stuff! Like normal people do.”

“Like couples do?” Namjoon says, raising his head from his phone. I freeze up. I didn’t want that label yet, but it gets my point across so to hell with it. 

“Y-Yeah, it’s normal. So can everyone get over it?” I sit back down, only to get up once again. 

“And start knocking before you enter a room, please!” I exclaim, plopping down on the couch finally. The boys all mumble to themselves before coming to agreement. “You’re right Kanako, we’re sorry. That was a private moment and we shouldn’t have treated you differently…because of it.” Namjoon puts down his phone as he speaks, giving me his full attention. 

I nod, satisfied. “Thank you.” Yoongi, who sits next to me, gives me a reassuring squeeze on my thigh. 

The door bursts open, contradicting what I just asked, but sure. Incomes Jihyo, the staff member who assisted me with Yoongi’s present, with two bags in her hands. She pulls down her mask, breathing heavily. Might I add she’s always very eager to please. You didn’t hear it from me, but I see her ogling Seokjin often. 

 “I-Is this what you all wanted?” She asks, pulling out a bottle of alcohol. 

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[dominantslasherking]

Homelander With Dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+.

Backstory: You are a part of the Eight under the hero allies The Scarlet Warlock, and the most dangerous superheroes want you, even if it means revealing his feelings on live television in front of millions.

Yes lol, powers of the scarlet witch from Marvel

You tilted back into your seat, looking at Stormfront the new arrival of the Eight. You didn't like the bitch, something was off about her. Not to mention that she tried to steal A-Train's seat and think that she had that right over him. However, she noticed that it would cause and seen and gave a swift apology, that wasn't sincere at all, and moved to another seat which was next to you.

"That's Noir's seat, get up." You commanded as she stared at you with a fierce and annoying smile. "Sure!" She gritted through her teeth hopping to the actually not taken seat which was next to starlight.

Noir suddenly came through the door with two coffees in his hand, making his way over to his now empty seat, Noir set his own coffee down and handed [Name] the one he got for him.

"Thank you, Noir." You hummed out, gently taking the hot coffee and blowing on it, before taking a small sip.

Finally, the hero himself arrived, Homelander barged in looking around the table and spotting Stormfront, he gave a fake smile and spoke, "Welcome, Storm...---.Storm---What was it again- I forgot.." Homelander's smile faulted, clearly annoyed at her, and the way she was flaunting being in the Seven on social media, especially with the down grading memes she liked to repost about him.

"Stormfront is my hero name...-memory problems?" The bitch asked clearly interested in Homelander, you rolled your eyes, clearly, she wanted to take a shot at the man in charge, which annoyed you, she was overall a fake bitch.

Homelander's eyes shot towards you, "Congrat on your coming out." He gave a smile that didn't seem to be fake, but this caused Storm front to look at you strangely.

"Thank you, I also racked up a lot of points by doing so." You informed noticing how he smiled at the fact of you mention your points going up.

Homelander's eyes racked up your body, licking his lips for a moment and having a gleam in his eyes. Even before you came out in public, he still gave those seductive stares, which you didn't mind. It was also rather cute how, when another male or female approached you his mood would spike in a bratty way.

"Congrats Scarlet Warlock." Starlight spoke giving you a gentle smile, you always liked her, she was more of the innocent type out of the Eight.

Homelander let out a sigh while stalking over to his seat, "Well, it seems we will be having to do an interview with the press again, but we will be paired up, going to do some bullshit like explaining how we do things in the Eight, and how routine is---and some other random shit, like how do we cope with getting along with our teammates." Homelander let out an annoyed huff, disliking the fact that this was happening as he had better things to be doing.

"Why don't we pair u---" Before Stormfront could ask Homelander anything, you shut her mouth with your red chaos energy, causing Homelander's eyes to be drawn near you.

You stared at him with a slight head nod, signaling that you would want to do the interview with him.

"Ok! That settles it, I'm pairing up with Scarlet Warlock, A-Train you go with Noir, Meave and StarLight, and The deep and Stormfront." Homelander concluded causing Kevin aka the deep to look around and suddenly burst out in confusion. "I don't even know her--!" Kevin was quickly shut up by Homelander giving a fierce glare, "I don't care, just make some bullshit up!" He commanded

After the pairs were concluded you let go of Storm-front's mouth only for her to try and blast you with lightning from her hands.

You suddenly stopped the lightning with your magic, letting it swirl around for a bit and throwing it back at her with full force as it turned a dark red color.

"Stormfront, or whatever the hell your name is, stop it before I shoot a laser right through your chest." Homelander seethed out, his eyes glowing dangerously red.

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"Homelander, Scarlet Warlock, a pleasure really to have you on the show! Say Hi to the live audience!" The blonde interviewer spoke motioning to the camera, as the online chat was raining about the two of them interviewing together.

"Thank you, thank you...Really." Homelander spoke up, as he turned his gaze towards you, as you were already staring at him.

"So, into the juicy stuff, How does your routine go exactly." She asked, as you suddenly went first, "Well, I suppose it goes normally except for having to wake up early, and the daily training- I mean anything for saving lives right?" You slowly spoke out, your husky voice breaking a blush on the interviewer's cheeks.

This made Homelanders jaw slightly clench at the woman's reaction as it was his turn, "Typically we train together." Homelander motioned towards you, causing the interviewer to beam with curiosity. "Together???" She wanted him to elaborate more.

"Yes...together." Homelander spoke annoyed already, wanting to shift the topic so he stayed silent. "Okay-! So--" The interviewer began to ramble, wanting to dig more into their relationship status since you recently came out as gay she wanted to know if there were any saucy moments between you and Homelander, or maybe you and another male hero.

She continued to prod and pry, causing Homelander to cause a fuss and let it spill, "Shut the fuck up already! Your such a whiny bitch, does this show it--huh?" Homelander suddenly got up from his seat, and suddenly got onto your lap, pulling you into a sloppy and wet kiss.

Your hands suddenly lay onto his waist, deepening the kiss as you stuck your tongue into his mouth. Everyone and I mean everyone was in shock, even the online audience who began spamming the chat furiously.

Flying into the air, both you and Homelander started tugging at each other's clothes, Homelander being the first, to shoot both of you into the air, and break through the roof wanting to go somewhere private for this intense sex session that was about to happen.

[anastasiaskarsgard]

Ayo I need a part 3 of the marquis x reader cop Fic. How does the reader fall for the marquis? What’s up with that other doctor? What kind of role does the reader being a cop play into the story?

The rioting had spun the city into chaos in a matter of hours. It was as though everyone had gone mad. People were looting, and destroying monuments that could never be replaced. It didn’t make any sense to her; some people’s desire to destroy.

“You see the new memo?” Richie asked her as he sat at the desk across from her at the police station.

“I just got here. Had to go home last night after they pepper sprayed us.” She said, shaking her head from the phantom burn she swore was still there.

“Ouch you were there for that? Damn girl. Looks like it’s only getting worse. Our sources say some super assassin is coming to challenge some crime boss. Frankly I say leave them alone and let them cancel each other out. They’re lost causes anyway.” Richie ranted.

As she pulled up her memo she looked over the names and faces of the players involved. A few of their faces were familiar. These guys were not amateurs. They were the type that everyone knew was no good, but never seemed to be arrested. Friends in high places, and lots of reasonable doubt in their favor.

In other words; corruption. Scanning through all the names and photos, she noticed the last name wasn’t a name at all, and had a very low quality picture that was so blurry, it could be anyone.

“The Marquis.” Richie read over your shoulder. “He’s a bad egg from all accounts. Worse than the Russians, the mob, the yakuza combined. Completely ruthless.”

“You’re such a busy body. Where do you get all these facts?” She asked as she made the bunny ears quote signs with her fingers.

As Richie went into a long tirade about his sources, she couldn’t help but wonder about the nickname. Marquis were pretty uncommon, but there was no way. She shook her head, and laughed at herself.

To think that Vincent would be a criminal was impossible. He donated to sick children, he was always an absolute gentleman and he hadn’t even tried any funny business. Even if she wished he would.

“What’s up?” Richie asked.

She realized too late she was smiling. “I’m just laughing at a ridiculous thought.”she admitted.

Richie looked at her oddly and walked away.

She looked over the names and pictures again, trying to commit them to memory, when her phone rang. Answering it, she was told by her boss to come to his office.

Suddenly very nervous, she went over any possible reasons she could be in trouble but came up with nothing. In spite of that, she was still quite nervous as she stepped out of the elevator and approached his receptionist.

Before she could even say anything, she was told to go right in. He was waiting on her.

Now she really was freaked out. Knocking lightly on the massive oak doors, she heard a clipped “come in” from inside.

Opening the door, she closed it behind her and confidently approached her boss. She didn’t want to assume she would be staying long enough to sit, so she stood before him expectantly.

“How long have you been with us?” He asked.

That was unexpected, and her confidence wavered, “it’s been seven years last month.”

“And not one single write up, infraction or reprimand. Exemplary service, all your colleagues and superiors sing your praises and you even appear to be active in the community. You’re almost too good to be true.” He stated, narrowing his eyes at her suspiciously. “Or are you the worst?”

Shocked by the turn of his statement, she only could get out a flustered what.

“Sit down!” He ordered.

She did, nervously running her hands on her pants before looking back up at the man.

He sat there for a few minutes, staring back at her. She had no clue where this was coming from, or where it had come from so she waited.

Finally he spoke, “what is your relationship with Vincent de Gramont?”

“He is a friend and donor for the hospital I volunteer at. Is he in trouble?” She asked.

“You are only friends with the handsome billionaire? The extravagant dinners and flowers he sent you here of all places, were friendly?”

“I don’t think my personal life is an appropriate topic.”

Huffing loudly, and standing suddenly, he made his way around his desk and stood in front of her. She couldn’t help but notice he was a very handsome man, exuding authority and commanding submission. He was probably in his fifties, and his hair was prematurely graying. Age lines and crows feet, as well as worry lines were present, even with his face at rest. She wondered all this man had witnessed in his life.

Unaware of the transparency of every emotion she had, playing clear across her face; her boss witnessed her compassion and worry written on her face. Coming to a decision, he squatted down to be eye level with her, in an attempt to soften what he was sure now, would be a devastating blow.

Looking deep in her eyes, he took her hand in his , sandwiching it between his hands, in what he hoped was a comforting gesture, he stated….

“Your Marquis and my Marquis are the same.”

[myreygn]

Flour Magic

summary: Nagisa helps Aiichiro baking for the Samezuka christmas party and to say that things get a little out of hand would be an understatement.

an: this is my @squealing-santa​ gift for @theatregaymer​. on the last possible day, as usual, and the title is kinda weird, but i really hope you like it! i also hope you had fun on the holidays and have a good new year’s eve! ^^ thank you to @hypahticklish​ for hosting, this was my first time participating and i had a lot of fun <3

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Baking with Rin was a challenge. There was always some miscalculated amount, some forgotten ingredient, or, even better, some random ingredient which had nothing to do with the thing they were trying to bake whatsoever. Of course, it was never Rin’s fault. No no, always something wrong with the recipe, or the measurements. And the worst part about the whole baking thing was that they had to do it every time there was a team event coming up; graduation parties, New Year’s… while Aiichiro loved baking and always gladly took over the preparations, the captain’s help was expected as it was a Samezuka tradition at this point. Captain Seijuro had caused an indescribable amount of chaos every time and Aiichiro had almost been relieved when Rin took over, but… well. Yeah.

To say that he had expected anything else would have been a lie, but to deal with his senpai’s absolute incapability of admitting any wrongdoing was… exhausting, to say the least. Which was why he was very contemptuous with Rin being sick when the time to bake for the team’s christmas party rolled around. Not thrilled of course, because that would just be malicious, but sometimes sickness really came in handy. Up until now, he had also managed to keep Momotarou from the kitchen and even though Sousuke was unfortunately unavailable, he had found a substitute that was actually competent.

“Oops!”

Well, mostly.

“Nagisa!” Aiichiro let out a long sigh, the sixth one within the last five minutes, and put his hands on his hips, trying his very best to give the blonde boy a reproachful stare. “How many times have I told you, be more careful!”

“I know, I know. Sorry?”

Screw it, he couldn’t stay mad at Nagisa. Not when he had that sheepish little smile on his face and his entire hair was covered in flour. How did it get up there? Who knew? Aiichiro for sure had no idea. Sigh number seven.

“Come here, let’s clean you up.”

“Oh, don’t bother.”

Aiichiro barely had time to get concerned about what would happen before Nagisa let his head hang down and began to shake it. The floor and his face turned equally white as he watched the flour trickle downwards in horror; mentally he made a note to sweep through later. This was the dorm’s kitchen after all and he couldn’t possibly leave all of this flour on the floor in good conscience, handing all the work over to the cleaning staff.

“You look like youʼve seen a ghost!” Nagisa laughed. “Don't worry, we're gonna clean that up. Well, me. I'm gonna clean that up.” He tilted his head, chuckling softly. “You need to relax a little, Ai. Making cookies is supposed to be fun and you’ve been stressed out ever since we started.”

Aiichiro felt his cheeks grow warm. “Y-yeah, well, I just don’t want them to be ruined, just because we’re fooling around and not paying attention to the ingredients or anything!”

Nagisa smirked, then he shrugged and turned back to the dough. “I’m sure they’re ruined already.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, you made the frosting with milk and you know that when you’re in a sour mood, the milk goes sour too, right?”

His pulse, having gone from zero to a hundred real quick, dropped again and Aiichiro couldn’t help the growl escaping his throat. “That was so silly.”

“No, but this is.”

Nagisa was fast, Aiichiro had to hand him that. The flour was all over his face before he could even blink. Not to mention, in his mouth. Ew.

“Watch out!”

“NaGAH! Alright, that’s it!”

Nagisa dodged the flour Aiichiro threw at him, laughing. “Finally you’re ready to have some fun! Now eat- umphf!”

Aiiricho grinned, already gathering as many flour packages as he could get his hands on. He had to stuff himself with more ammunition and, even more important, prevent Nagisa from doing the same!

Now, there were two very important things to know about Nitori Aiichiro. One, he was a strategist. Not very skilled when it came to open face to face combat, but chess was exactly his cup of tea and he had led his lasertag teams to victory more than just once. And two, he was determined. He didn’t like giving up - and he wouldn’t!

However, there was also one very important thing to know about Hazuki Nagisa, something which Aiichiro was about to find out the hard way: he did not care for any of that.

For the third or fourth time already, Aiichiro found himself not having any time to make a battle plan or even think for a second. Nagisa didn’t have a lot of flour left, but he sure was making the most of it, rapidly opening fire and not letting him breathe at all.

He spluttered when he got hit in the face, blinking and trying to regain his vision, taking more shots in the process. This was brutal. This was war. There was nothing he could do except for waiting until Nagisa would run out of flour, which, if his estimations were correct, should happen right around… now!

Aiichiro took a deep breath as soon as the attacks stopped (and regretted it immediately, that goddamn flour was everywhere) and got the vast majority out of his face before looking at the now unarmed Nagisa and allowing himself a tiny smirk. “My turn.”

Or so he thought. Because there was a second very important thing to know about Hazuki Nagisa. In retrospect, Aiichiro would smack himself in the head, because it was something he already knew about and yet he was still caught off guard; Nagisa was very fast.

“H-hey, what are you- EEK!”

Aiichiro felt his legs go weak and he dropped to his knees, Nagisa following him to the floor with a satisfied grin and his hands latched to his sides, squeezing. “What is it, Ai? A little sensitive?”

“Yohou know thahat!”

“You’re right, I know that.” Aiichiro shrieked when Nagisa pulled his arm to the side and wiggled his fingers into his armpit. “And I’m really happy I know that.”

“Nohoho- Nahagisa! Nahat thehere!” Gosh, this was unbearable. Did the Christmas spirit make him more ticklish? Or was Nagisa just ridiculously good at this? Probably the latter.

“Not there? But that’s not even your most ticklish spot. Do you really want me to go there?”

Panic rose in Aiichiro’s chest as more frantic laughter spilled out of his mouth; panic, but also a kind of excitement. “Nahagisa, plehehease…”

“Please go there? As you wish.”

Nagisa let go of his wrist and Aiichiro immediately clamped his arm to his side, taking a moment to breathe through. A moment too long, apparently. An arm wrapped around his ankles and his heart dropped to his stomach. “Nonono, wait, Nagisa, wahait-”

“Yes?” Nagisa smirked down at him, one single index finger ghosting over his sole and Aiichiro couldn’t stop a panicked giggle from slipping out. “I’m waiting?”

“U-uhm… don’t tickle me…”

“Tickle you? With pleasure!”

“Noho! I said dohon’t!”

“Don’t what?”

“Tihickle me- WAIT!”

“Too late.” Nagisa let out a cackle in his best super villain manner and started to scribble all five fingers of his free hand over the two feet he was keeping in a headlock. 

Aiichiro screamed.

“NAHAHAGISAHAHA!” The assault at his armpit had been nothing in comparison to this. Somehow Nagisa found all the right spots that made him go insane. The middle of his sole, his heel, and even bending back his toes to scratch beneath them. Aiichiro distantly registered Nagisa’s voice, probably teasing him, but he was too lost in the absolute madness of a sensation that was the tickling. Tears were running down his cheeks and his stomach hurt from laughing so hard, and Nagisa was relentless, changing his finger movements between scratching, scribbling and even kneading softly. At last, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“AHALRIGHT, STAHAHAP! I GIHIHIHIVE, I GIHIVE! PLEHEHEASE!”

Nagisa chuckled, slowing down and letting go of his legs, then he handed him a bottle of water he pulled out of his backpack and softly patted his knee. “That’s what I wanted to hear. Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah…” Aiichiro rubbed his tummy, trying to calm down from the after-giggles. “All good… jeez, what was that?!”

Nagisa shrugged, a sheepish smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “I was out of ammo. And you were so tense all day, I wanted you to laugh and loosen up a little.”

A slight wave of guilt washed over Aiichiro’s features. “Was I that bad? I’m sorry….”

“I mean… a little. Don’t worry about it.” Nagisa held his hand up, grinning. “I had fun!”

Aiichiro couldn’t help but smile softly, then he gave his friend the high five he was waiting for. “Yeah, me too. Come on, let’s clean up and get back to work.”

“That doesn’t mean getting back to moping though, right?”

“I said I was sorry!”

[marveldiaries]

🥀 angst | ☁️ fluff | ✨ faves | 🔥 smut

🪐 already on notes | 🍂 to be read

Loki 2

By andsheloved

All I wanted 🥀☁️ - When loki finds himself finally being accepted by the rest of the team, you begin to wonder what your relationship really meant to him.

a worthy try ☁️🥀✨ - loki reflects on all that you are, and how maybe one day, all that he is may be good enough to have you.

Little spoon 🍂

I really like your hands 🍂

gift giving ☁️✨

please tell me how to fix it. i miss you. ☁

this love, is it really worth it? 🥀☁️

fake dating ☁

can't say i love you ☁️

clingy loki ☁✨

asking for hugs ☁️🥀✨

loki is in love ☁️

i could’ve lost you ☁️🥀✨

it’s you, it was always you 🍂

mr. & mrs. smith ☁️ - after a new member is introduced to the team, loki begins to imagine a life beyond the tower, not unlike many times before, but his daydream receives an interesting addition, you.

By sarahscribbles

For the first time ☁🔥 - You finally sleep with Loki for the first time.

He finds you asleep 🔥

Warming him 🔥

Stay Here One More Time ☁️ - On the anniversary of the Battle of New York, Loki discovers he has someone on his side.

Do I Haunt Your Mind? 🥀☁ - You finally work up the courage to confess your feelings to Loki, but it goes badly wrong. 

Tiny Blessings 🥀☁✨ - After Frigga’s death, you find a way into the dungeons to comfort her broken son.

Back In Your Arms 🍂 - Loki arrives back at the compound, and back in your arms, after the battle with Thanos.

I love you ☁️ - Loki saying ”I love you” for the first time.

Waking up next to Loki 🍂

Call you mine 🔥☁

Even gods get sick ☁✨ - You care for your love when he gets a sudden summer cold.

Holding him 🥀☁✨ - Loki wanting some cuddles from his gf after a rough day.

Moments of magic ☁ - You bring Loki two gifts to mark his birthday. One a magical object and the other your heart.

By liminalpebble

Stray 🍂 one | two | three | four | five | six | seven - It's 1971 and you're a single shop girl living in the tumultuous, often damp, city of Seattle, feeling lost and alone. Meanwhile, Loki (under the guise of D.B. Cooper) is on the run from Thor the moment he jumped out of that plane. After crash landing in a dumpster and disguising himself as a stray cat to lay low, he becomes your beloved feline room mate and an unusual friendship begins to grow.

By swan-of-sunrise

Spellbinding 🍂 - A chance encounter at the New York Public Library marked the beginning of (Y/N) and Loki’s friendship, but they would soon learn that they shared more in common than their love of literature.

By infinitystoner

Always forever ☁️ - When a mission goes wrong, there’s only one person whose comfort you crave.

Box of rain 🍂 one | two - After the universe plummets into chaos, you find yourself working alongside a merry band of misfits who’ve made a home for themselves in Tønsberg, Norway. When a harrowing incident occurs, Loki is forced to confront his feelings.

By unlucky-number-13

Fire eyes 🍂 - Loki’s back in the TVA after the events at the Citadel, and no one remembers who he is. He’s feeling lost, not sure where to go or what to do next, and he’s got a new coworker who’s complicating his life even further. When she starts somehow triggering hallucinations, it’s a race against time to uncover the truth behind them before his own deceptions are uncovered.

Blood & Flowers 🍂 - When the insufferable Prince Loki casts a spell that causes flowers to bloom on your skin whenever he's injured, you can't even begin to fathom how it will turn your world upside down.

By loki-cees-all

The Little Things Give You Away 🍂 - It’s just a compulsion to steal the TemPad, and it’s just a habit to flee. The timelines have split, the TVA is in disarray, the threat of He Who Remains is insurmountable - and Loki is just so done with it all.

By give-me-a-moose

Indulgence 🥀✨☁️ - Loki sees his hunger as a weakness, something to be starved. Not to be indulged.

No expert ☁️ - Loki ends up in the medbay and you swear you're gonna kill him.

Sketchy ☁️ - You struggle to find inspiration and Loki proves to be a wonderful muse.

Errands 🍂 - Loki must undergo the most harrowing trial on Midgard…Grocery shopping. 

By asgardwinter

Out of the window 🍂🪐 - Loki always blocked everyone out and he was fine living like that. Then you appeared in his way and decided to throw his rules out of the window.

Crumpled words ☁️ - Those words were all he had from you, and he’d keep them safe and locked away in the darkness.

Love again ☁️ - You swore you’d never love again then met him five minutes later. Feelings just don't work that way.

Traditional 🍂 - Loki finds out some midgardian traditions that he had no idea about, and he likes it very much.

Who needs electricity? ☁ - When the power goes out, Loki learns about your fear of the dark and uses a few tricks to make it better.

Stay here with me 🍂 - All Loki ever needed to calm down was you.

Ambient analysis ☁ - You like Loki, Loki doesn’t like you. At least that’s what a little bird told you.

Unkind 🥀☁✨ - Loki was always joking about you being one silly mortal until one day he wasn’t.

Breathless 🍂 - He’d make you breathless just in order to find his air.

A promise sealed with light ☁️ - It was news to him, having someone around that came up with such things as plans for the future.

Wearing Loki's hoodie ☁️

Would you kiss me if I asked you? 🍂 - How could you convince Loki you meant every drunk word you said to him?

I can't have it any other way ☁ - He only wanted to know if you were going to stay.

By lokisgoodgirl

A Prince's Release 🔥✨

By lokidreaming

The night before Valentine’s Day. 🔥✨

[charliethomascoxuniverse]

Marvel's Disney+ Slate Eyeing Just Three Series Releases in 2024, Which Could Be Bad News for Daredevil Fans

BY ANTHONY LUND  February 24, 2023  (X) The changing output speed of Marvel Studios seems to be rolling over into their 2024 schedule.

Reports of Marvel Studios putting the brakes on their output seem to be gaining a little more traction as 2024’s Disney+ line-up appears to have changed again to that originally revealed by Kevin Feige last year. There are currently only two Marvel series that are reported to be guaranteed a release this year, which are Secret Invasion and Loki season two, and a new report by insider KC Walsh, via The Direct, it seems that 2024 is also going to see a small number of releases which could signal a delay for the highly anticipated Daredevil: Born Again series.

The original plan for Marvel’s Disney+ shows included five projects, with Echo, Ironheart and X-Men ’97 expected to line up alongside Secret Invasion and Loki. However, with new suggestions that Disney CEO Bob Iger has instigated a quality over quantity rule over Marvel’s output it seems that some of these shows will now fall back into 2024. In turn, that causes a knock on effect for other series that had been expected to land next year including the 18-episode long Daredevil: Born Again.

The latest update indicated that Echo, Ironheart and Agatha: Coven of Chaos could all end up being released in 2024 as the only MCU series of the year. Naturally, there could be additions to this list, which could arrive in the same fashion as last year’s Werewolf by Night special, which was not announced until a month before its premiere. The main thing to take from this is that if it holds true, then Daredevil: Born Again is likely to not make it to screens until 2025.

There are many things seem to be up in the air at the moment at Marvel Studios. This year seemed to be pretty much set in stone as far as their movie output was concerned, but in the last couple of weeks The Marvels has had its premiere date pushed to November after being expected to arrive in July. With the movie seemingly linked to Secret Invasion, the reported delay of that series until May would explain The Marvels’ latest schedule slip.

In addition to this, Loki has always been slated to arrive in Summer 2023, but once again, if Secret Invasion has been pushed to a May release, then that series is likely to move back to the fall. If that trend continues, then it would be very likely for Daredevil: Born Again to receive a hefty shove in to 2025’s releases rather than 2024 as planned.

Filming on Daredevil: Born Again is reported to be only starting in the next few weeks, and considering that shoot is expected to take up much of the year, it would once again put a lot of pressure on post-production teams to make everything perfect in just six or seven months. That is something that has been reportedly causing more and more issues for Marvel Studios recently, and it maybe that the next few years may see a dramatic slow-down in the MCU’s overall output to try and counter those issues.

[auntie-venom]

Will of Fate

Chapter Seven

Fandom: Star Wars: The Mandalorian

Story Rating: Explicit

Chapter Rating: Mature

Characters: Din Djarin x Original Female Character

Summary: There hasn’t been an unidentified spacecraft in the stratosphere of Arkadia in over two decades, let alone three in one day. Those skilled or mad enough to venture into the Chaos unguided were few and far between. That means no one has ever made it to Arkadia who wasn’t intending to be here.

Until today.

or

Din Djarin finds an unmapped planet filled with beings who have the same powers as the Child, but know nothing of the force or the Jedi.

Chapter Summary: An evening with the King of Arkadia reveals some truths.

Word Count - 4,288

Chapter Warnings: None

Will of Fate Masterlist

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A/N: I am sad I missed releasing this on Star Wars day, but alas. The next update will probably take longer to post because we have family coming in from our home country for the next few weeks and I won’t have time to reread and edit the upcoming chapter. 

Feedback and critique is welcome, I am trying to get better. Remember that this is unbeta-ed, so please let me know of any grammatical or continuity mistakes.. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter seven

Amarian took into account Eziriel’s warnings of the Mandalorian’s more orthodox lifestyle and did not set him a place setting. Amarian was making an effort to make him feel inclusive but not pressuring him to break any traditions the Mandalorian might follow. It’s so very diplomatic.

Most of the meal is spent with Amarian asking similar questions Eziriel had when they first met. The Mandalorian answers all the questions honestly, all the while trying to contain the mess the child was making from eating. Amarian listens intently, wanting to hear firsthand how the Mandalorian got here, never once pressuring him to reveal why the Empire was after them. The Empire was always after anyone who committed the most minor infractions so it is unsurprising that they would give chase to someone. When the story concludes Amarian looks at her with a questioning brow and an image of beacon stations and The Cloak of Arkadia enters her head from him and she sighs.

“I found a device that was causing some sort of interference. I just hooked it up and I’m having CHI pull the code off of it. However,” she sighs the word out before rubbing her eyes and sending a wave of worry out to her brother. “The device was created in my lab and has my approval seal on it.”

Amarian leans forward and asks, “And you are certain you did not approve of this device?”

“I absolutely did not,” she scoffs. “Firstly, the soldering was shoddy as hell, there is no way I’d approve that. Secondly, nothing leaves my department without me testing it and this never came across my desk.” She taps her index finger against the table.

“But your seal was stamped into it,” Amarian clarifies.

“Yes.”

“This is troublesome,” he states, leaning back into his chair.

“No shit, Amar,” Eziriel says with a pitchy voice and Amarian gives her a look. “I’m sorry, it’s just looking like I’m being framed for something and it’s scary.” Growing up in the Kaita political family always presented some sort of risk, but Eziriel had never been personally targeted like this before. She’s only ever had to deal with her own mistakes being amplified in the public news cycles as a way to undermine her whole family. This was something nefarious.

“It’s probably a bad time to mention that the squad we sent to that TIE fighter wreck did not find any bodies,” Amarian says with a sip of his wine.

“What?!” Eziriel exclaims feeling her stomach drop in a jolt of terror as she catches Mando whip his head at her brother.

“The storm washed away any potential tracks. We sent out more Enforcers to search the area, but there have been few leads,” he says with a serious tone. “Why was the Empire anywhere near us when this device was causing The Cloak to fail? This is very suspicious and you could have been blamed for it completely if you werent the one who found the device.”

It was very suspicious. Elections were to be held next year and politicians played dirty. To consider that someone would endanger an entire planet just to sully the Kaita name feels like overkill, but the oddities seem too timely to ignore completely.  Eziriel hates politics and barely stands her obligated position on the Technology Council, but Amarian was such a good leader that she would play the well-behaved sister to make sure he remains in power for however long he could stand it.

“I’ll have more info when I can scan the code. I’ll send you a rundown,” Eziriel says, picking at her dessert.

“And I will get an Infiltrator to begin investigations,” Amarian says with a nod and brings his attention to the child who is using his Will to slide a second dessert from the center of the table to himself. “Your son’s Will is very strong, especially for someone from offworld. Most offworlders have no Will at all and struggle to connect with it in adulthood.”

“Someone taught him that before I found him. I’ve never seen anything like it before,” the Mandalorian says, wiping the bits of fruit tart that drip off the child’s traveling treat.

Amarian meets the kids eyes and gives him a smile. “I’ve not seen one of your kind in a long time, little man.”

“Where?” Mando asks desperately.

“When?” Eziriel snarks at the same time in a disbelieving tone reserved only for siblings and Amarian chuckles at her.

“It was around thirty years ago. I went with Papa to Sanctuary to shadow a discussion about possibly making contact with the Republic. I don’t know how an offworlder with no connections to Arkadia discovered us, but he reached out through the proper channels to open negotiations.

“I was barely an adolescent so I don’t remember anything about the discussion, but I do remember he was about the size of a child and had a unique way of speaking,” Amarian explains with a far off look, trying to bring up lost memories.

“The space station Sanctuary?” Mando clarifies.

“Yes, but I highly doubt he’s still there. He came from Coruscant, I remember that because he gave me some memorable sweets from there.”

The Mandalorian turns his head to Eziriel, “Are you clever enough to get the coordinates to Sanctuary?”

She smirks at him. “Be prepared to swoon from my slicing skills, Lori.”

“There won’t be any need for any swooning, Arkadia owns Sanctuary we will get you a fob. Don’t let Ziri fool you Mandalorian,” Amarian says smirking at the pout Eziriel shoots at him for ruining her fun.

The space station is meant to be an extension of Arkadia itself. A place where traders could safely sell their wares without jeopardizing Arkadia’s secrecy. Sanctuary has a ban on any violence onboard and often completely disallowing certain groups from boarding. If anyone not authorized tries to breach it, the failsafe on the space station sets off a chain reaction where the station breaks apart and jumps to randomly set coordinates to reconnect with itself. So the station was never in the same place very often and it was hard to get one of the encrypted fobs that gave you the current coordinates if you didn’t have connections.

“Thank you Amarian, for the help and the advice,” Mando says cordially and gives Eziriel a certain head tilt that she is beginning to recognize as an annoyed look.

“So why are you staying here?” Amarian directs the question to Eziriel. “You hate sleeping in The Pinnacle when you don’t have to.”

“I don’t hate it. I just prefer the estate,” Eziriel shrugs looking at her plate.

“Answer the question, Ziri.”

I—uhh,” she stutters, clears her throat and braces herself. “I bound my Will to their safety.”

Amarian’s hand falls to the table with a thunk. “You what? You bound yourself to someone you don’t even—“

“He’s Mandalorian! They are—“

“—know? I don’t give a kriff—“

“—honorable people! You know—“

“—what he is, this is beyond—“

“—they are! Rezzik raised—“

“—Dangerous and irresponsible!”

“—us with the stories. Cut the bantha shit, Amar!”

Their overlapping argument ends with them glaring at each other, daring the other to blink. The Mandalorian sits stiffly in his seat in obvious discomfort. She knows he doesn’t really know what it means to bind oneself to another but she knows he is smart enough to deduce its importance based solely on this argument.

She finally looks away from Amarian and says, “I’ll take care of it. They are my responsibility and I trust his honesty.” Her eyes flicker up to the Mandalorian’s visor to see it already set upon her face. He gives her a nod and she can feel the thankfulness coming off him.

“Do not let it end up another Kolvee situation,” Amarian says with a sigh.

“It won’t,” she says with an eye roll masquerading the hurt that comment caused. “I’ll get their sponsorship process started tomorrow and stop by Torbin’s to discuss having his ship towed and repaired. I have a plan, Amar.”

“I never doubt that you have a plan,” he says with a smile.

“Is there anything I can do to make our stay less inconvenient? I don’t want us to be a hindrance,” Mando says politely.

“It’s best to remain as open and honest with why you're here. Any deceit or ill will can delay your passage allowance visa,” Amarian explains and the Mandalorian nods in acceptance. “But you are in very good hands with Ziri. She might be impulsive and obnoxious but she is intelligent and if you gain her trust she is faithful to a fault.”

“I feel like obnoxiousness is subjective,” Eziriel says.

“No, from the time I’ve spent with you that is an objective fact,” the Mandalorian replies with that dry wit that Eziriel likes. Amarian gives a throaty chuckle and gives the rest of his dessert to the green toddler with a wave of his hand. The child gives him a messy grin before digging into the offered gift.

The rest of the dessert is spent with idle chat about Arkadia. Amarian was able to answer the Mandalorian’s history questions better than Eziriel could. She understands why offworlders would be interested in the history of the closed planetary borders and how the economy did not crumble under the restriction put into place, but it was completely dull to Eziriel. She did join the conversation to talk about the tech advancements they made over the years with the natural resources that Arkadia was able to protect from the planetary lockdown, but ultimately let Amarian lead the conversation for the rest of the night,

“My wife, Nora, should be home with the kids tomorrow afternoon from visiting her family if you want to set up a playdate,” Amarian says to Mando as he walks the three of them to the turbolift giving Rajesh a clap on the shoulder.

“I’m sure he would like that,” the Mandalorian replies graciously.

“Wonderful! Just tell CHI if you have time when you're back from Torbin’s. Ziri, good luck battling the prefecture tomorrow,” he says ruffling Eziriel’s hair as she lets out a groan at the thought.

They ride the turbolift down in silence as Eziriel starts making the mental checklist she needs to complete. As much as she wants to help him get his ship flyable as soon as possible, the sponsorship needs to take priority. If any of the officials see that they stalled in getting him registered then that would make it that much harder for him to get passage approval.

Eziriel kicks off her shoes when they walk into her living room and Wills them into her room before announcing she is making tea. She pulls her visor up and starts having CHI make to-do lists as she makes her tea. The Mandalorian leaves to his room and she thinks that is the last she will see of him tonight, but he comes back without the toddler and joins her at the kitchen island.

“Are you in trouble?” He asks propping his arm on the counter to turn towards her. She raises an eyebrow at him and he continues, “With your brother, for that oath you swore to me on my ship.”

“Ahh,” she says, tucking a foot beneath the other knee before turning to face him as well. “He is just worried that I’ll be taken advantage of again.”

He leans his frame into her space slightly placing his weight on his propped arm and tilts his head, a silent demand for an explanation. She looks up at him and smirks at his unconscious intimidating interrogation behavior before feeling her face fall into a more serious expression while she gathers her thoughts to give more explanation.

“Will Binding Oaths are a sacred thing, usually meant for relationship vows or political allegiances,” she says while trying to make eye contact through his visor. “We aren’t technically forced to follow the oaths we make, but Fate’s Will punishes those who don’t.”

“Punishes?” He asks while she takes a moment to sip her tea.

“Some people get bad luck, like fate itself is against them, others have trouble controlling their Will. Whether it is subconscious or the Will of Fate, when you put a binding promise into the universe you are honor bound to carry it out, and it cannot be completed until both parties agree the oath has been fulfilled.

“For example: I am bound to your safety through Fate’s Will. I must perform that duty with all that I have. Which includes feeding you, making sure your needs are met, and taking you to where I have the most resources in security,” she says with a gesture of her hand indicating The Pinnacle itself. “Until we both agree that you are safe I remain at your service.”

“I thought the promise was to get us out of the ship and onto solid land. I consider your oath of safety fulfilled,” he says with a gentle voice full of finality. She gives him a soft look with a hint of a smile. She was grateful that the gamble to trust a Mandalorian to not use the binding oath against her is seemingly correct.

“Well, I disagree. I won’t consider it fulfilled until you have safe passage with your ship fully repaired and stocked up,” she says with a shrug and he heaves a sigh.

“So you can just bend the parameters of your oath to fit whatever you want?” He asks with a hint of exasperation and she taps her nose playfully indicating his accuracy.

“See where it could cause a problem? Manipulation after the fact is not uncommon, sadly,” Eziriel says, slowly spins her mug in her hands.

“Then why did you swear a sacred oath to a stranger? Why hold onto it when I consider it completed?” He asks, leaning forward into her space once more. He seems to subconsciously try and use his body to intimidate her into answering questions even though she has never shied away from answering any questions he’s had. She looks up into his visor, once more hoping she is catching his eye and when she feels his emotions startle she knew she did.

“You were injured and scared”—he scoffs—“and I didn’t know how else to soothe your fears.” She places her hand on his gloved one laying on the counter and gives it a squeeze. “I just hoped that as a Mandalorian you would recognize the honor I held in giving an oath.

“I also keep it because it will gain you favor from officials when they hear you are trusted enough that I bound my Will to you,” she explains, bringing her hand back to help with another sip of tea. He lets silence fill the space and he leans back into his chair, kicking a leg up onto her chair’s unused crossbar. It’s as relaxed as she’s ever seen him.

“So being oathbound to a princess plays in my favor?” His dry teasing makes her stomach spike with affection, but the moniker makes her nose wrinkle with disdain.

“Eww, no, don’t,” she shakes her head at him with a snarl of disgust. “That title is only used to leverage traditionalists, it really means nothing.”

“I don’t know, princess, seems to me you’re a pretty big deal,” he deadpans as he crosses his arms and tilts his head at her.

“Blugh!” She exclaims. “C’mon, I thought we were becoming friends, now you gotta go and ruin it.” She kicks her foot at his leg playfully and he lets out a breath of amusement at her attack.

The air around them falls into a relaxed state of casual conversation nestled in between comfortable silences. They discuss what is expected at the prefecture tomorrow, she has to convince him that handprints and vocal recognition are the only options if he doesn’t wish to show his face or give his name and he begrudgingly agrees to it. She tells him the kid should be fine since he is underage but will probably need some sort of nickname for the paperwork. He suggests “Adiik” and once Eziriel remembers what it means she dramatically rolls her eyes at his lack of creativity but ultimately concedes.

It was an unusually domestic evening for the two of them, neither one willing to admit to themselves how much they enjoyed it.

She could sense the Mandalorian and toddler were up by the time she made her way to the kitchen the following morning. It was much too early for her liking and Malka had sent down fresh baked goods and fruits to ease her upcoming day.

She lays out the food with plates and starts the caf machine before making way towards her workshop to grab a spare datapad for the Mandalorian. Once in the warm light and organized chaos of the shop she notices that CHI’s progress with pulling the code off of the mystery device was successful, and she quickly stops her trajectory and focuses on the information.

“CHI-CHI, can you tell me what the code is meant to do?” She asks stopping in front of her Holotable and watches while CHI brings up the device blueprint and the code.

“It seems the device was supposed to be a remote deactivation. It was waiting for a series of command codes from an unknown source in order to deactivate part of The Cloak of Arkadia. However, it seems there was a bug in the code that conflicted with your source code of the terra holo projection. It didn’t deactivate part of The Cloak when commanded, rather it created an unstable glitch that had the projection drop in unpredictable intervals,” CHI’s lack of sarcasm let's Eziriel know how serious this is. They highlight the section of code that causes the conflict and she studies it in hopes that the mistake is something she recognizes.

“And that created the opportunity for offworlders to come in,” Eziriel clarifies while concluding that the problem is a simple syntax error.

“Precisely, but there was no discernible pattern to the glitch, the offworlder would have to be waiting at the right spot and the right time to take advantage of it,” CHI says. “Not only that but the glitch had been the reason for the odd signals you were getting the weeks prior.”

They bring up a diagram of The Cloak of Arkadia with a timeline progressing to show the sections of where it went down over the last few weeks. There was no discernible pattern at all, but it did only localize in the southeastern quadrant.

“So someone tried to do a controlled deactivation of The Cloak weeks ago by sending the command code, but accidentally caused an uncontrollable deactivation ‘cause they didn’t do a code review.”

“Seems that way.”

“Kriffing hell, thanks CHI,” Eziriel says, rubbing her face and grabbing the datapad she originally came in here for.

So the intent of the device was devious, but the outcome of the offworlders could still just be random. Who would want to drop the planetary shielding without authorities knowing? Why would they want to have the blame land back at her? Why were the Empire near here at the time?

Her HolOmni chirps with a notification, breaking her spiraling thoughts. CHI uploaded all her information to it and she thanks them. She activates her HolOmni and starts the transfer of the prefecture files that she preemptively filled out the night before onto the datapad. She grabs a spare handheld comm device and makes her way back into the living space.

Once she enters the space a shriek and a spike of joy comes from the toddler before he runs up to her from the scattered mess of the game they were playing yesterday. Eziriel’s heart fills with affection as she picks him up and sends him a wave of happiness back to him. He smiles and points to colorful cylinders that lay scattered and she Wills them into the stack he is asking for before setting him down. He scurries off to find the ball as she makes her way to the kitchen.

“I don’t stack them quick enough, apparently,” the Mandalorian says from his position leaning against the counter with a half-full mug of caf in his hand.

She chuckles at his grumpy voice before making her own cup. She notices two plates have already been used, washed and laid in the drying rack. She smiles at the picture of a fully armored Mandalorian washing dishes as she grabs the last plate for herself.

“It’s okay to be second best sometimes, my lovely Lori. Keeps the ego in check,” she says sweetly and with a smirk she hands him the datapad before he could retort. “Fill this out. I put in all the info as best as I could, but feel free to adjust accordingly.”

She digs into her sweetbread and fruit while periodically Willing the cylinders back into the pyramid each time the child asks. She hears the Mandaloiran sigh and feels the frustration radiate off him as he fills out the meticulous forms. She empathizes with him, while their planet is generous and prosperous, the bureaucracy it takes for it to stay that way is exhausting.

“This is ridiculous, why are there so many pages and why are they just rewording the same question multiple times?” The Mandalorian grouses and Eziriel smirks.

“You’re welcome that I filled out, like, half of those answers. Also you’ll notice at the end are the answers you gave me to some of the questions I've asked that they will be curious about,” she says and she taps his boot with her bare foot until he looks up from the datapad to her and she gives him a serious look. “Make sure you see what I did and did not include in the official document, there are things you’ve told me that the government has no business knowing. Amar also co-signed it with me so that will help your case immensely.” Amarian was always able to read people far better than Eziriel and the dinner last night helped verify the truth to the answers she originally got from the Mandalorian.

He skips to the end to see what she means and she gives him a few minutes to peruse. She made sure not to mention the personal quest he was on for his child or his avoidance of the question when she asked if they were of special interest to the Empire. She knows his mysterious ties to the Empire would raise giant red flags that could get them detained, but just stating that he crossed paths with the TIE fighter patrol unit and didn’t heed their demands was enough truth to acknowledge the danger.

“Why hold anything back?” He eventually asks.

“I don’t know,” she says sincerely. “I just have this… overwhelming bone-shaking feeling that you two are meant to be here right now, regardless of the sketchy circumstance. I don’t know if it’s the Will of Fate or if it’s my compulsion to help those I find endearing, but all I know is that you both need to be kept safe and the safest place in all the galaxy is here.”

Eziriel hides her face in her mug of caf by the end of her confession feeling very exposed by her inability to fully explain why she has such protective instincts in regards to the Mandalorian and his green son. She’s not one to hide about how she feels or her motives. Sure, she often wields bluster and charm to cushion the full scale of her true emotions, but the feeling to defend the pair has been particularly hard to find the source of and even harder to put it into words for the offworlder to understand.

The silence is measured by the two times Eziriel Wills the fallen cylinders back into formation before the Mandalorian finally breaks it.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been described as ’endearing’ before,” he says with his raspy dry tone while hooking his free hand’s thumb into his belt and cocking his head at her, exuding a casual demeanor injected with a hint of arrogance and Eziriel feels her neck warm at the image.

“With your charismatic charm? I can’t imagine,” she responds with a shield of sarcastic levity to cover her momentary blush. The box in her mind that she shoved her attraction of the Mandalorian into in favor of focusing on his sponsorship and planetwide sabotage rattles.

After some time he hands her the datapad and she scrolls through it to make sure everything is filled out correctly.

“You just put fifty for ‘Adiik’s’ age,” she says his chosen name of the kid with as much of a verbal eye roll she can muster. “Is that in standard weeks or months?”

“Standard years,” he says with a shrug and she chokes on her final sip of caf.

“That little hobgoblin is fifty years old?!” She asks and Mando breathes out a throaty chuckle at her dramatically shocked expression.

Hearing his guardian chuckle, the kid runs over and makes the universal grabby-hands sign of wanting to be picked up and the Mandalorian obeys without hesitation. The child pats on the face of Mando’s helmet and smiles widely at him. He spends a few moments enjoying the kid’s attention while Eziriel cleans up breakfast and sputters about the fascination of aging among different species. When the sun’s golden rays finally peak over the mountain piercing through the blushing dawn they make their way down to the face off against a true enemy: bureaucracy.

Translations:

Adiik = child

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