#the orange and the purple makes my head spin around it’s so good

[kenuis]

Come Through and Chill || plug!draken x fem!reader

You were just supposed to pick up some bud for the weekend... so how did you end up in bed with the hottest plug around?

Cw:weed, pussy eating, finger sucking, ptv, dirty talk, squirting, draken has a big cock (like coke can thick), belly bulge, pet names (baby, angel, good girl), not beta read (we die like men)

WC: 7.9 k I don't wanna talk about it.

Extra: Plug! Draken playlist.

‘Come through as soon as you’re off work, I got you.’

Blinking down at your bright phone screen you blink once, then twice. You hadn’t expected him to respond that quick in all honesty. “Hey girl.”

“Umm hello?!”

“Hey!”

You jolt as your friend calls your name, an amused tilt to her voice as she takes in your blotchy red cheeks. Tucking your phone away lightning quick you clear your throat, slumping back against the counter. “Are you sure you don’t wanna come out tonight?” Shaking your head, you cross your arms over your midsection as she tosses you a knowing smirk. You chew on your lower lip as trays of food and drinks whizz by you. Your legs and feet ache, hours of doing exactly what your co-workers are currently doing wearing on you. Your closest work friend raises her eyebrows as she leans her elbow against the shelf opposite of you. “So what’s the big plan then if you’re gonna be all by your lonesome?” You shrug, tucking your hands in your hoodie pockets, rubbing your finger over the ring that lays on your thumb. It’s a nervous habit you haven’t quite learned how to break. The spinning of the metal helps to center your thoughts as you stand there. You’ve already ordered a meal to take home after your shift, a bottle of wine in your fridge and endless hours of Netflix to carry you through the next few hours that will bleed into your first two solid days off in over a week. There was only one thing you were missing.  Your phone buzzes again and your eyebrows hit your hairline.

`1 location attached.`

‘No rush though, just wanna make sure you find the place okay.’

A place you’d been quite a few times if you recalled correctly. Sure the nights of partying were a little hazy, but you’d been to this particular spot enough times to know your way on your own.

‘I’ll let you know when I’m on my way, it shouldn't be too much longer.’

“Umm, just gonna pick up some smoke and then go home and veg. I’ve worked so many doubles over the past week.” It’s your co workers turn for her eyebrows to hit her hairline. Her smirk grows and the amused tone in her voice quickly turns to teasing as she straightens up to pinch your cheeks. 

“Ohhh you’re gonna go see that hot ass mechanic that was eyeing you up last weekend.”

You smack her hand away, trying to hide the way your face burns. “it’s not like that, I swear.”

“Suuuure.” She grabs your chin in her hand, squishing your cheeks together while she makes you look at her. “Is that why you gave him your number the last time we pulled through there? Cause you ‘just need bud.’” She giggles as she makes air quotes with the other hand. Letting out a snort, you manage to smack her hands away. “I’m serious!” Laughing you grab the to go box as the cook behind the window calls your name out. You grab what you’ve been waiting on and book it out the door, trying to ignore her hoots and hollers of, `it’s about damn time.` 

The night air is sticky, twilight blues and purple mixing with the fading pink and orange that paints the sky that’s about to throw her dark blanket of night over. Your keys dangle from your hand, jingling together as you walk towards your car. I

t’s a perfect evening, with most of the summer heat knocking out of the air the darker it got. Setting your food and bag in the passenger seat, you pull your phone out as you fiddle around with the stereo system. Bobbing your head along to the song that starts, you find the last message thread you had pulled up on your phone. ‘Draken’ complete with a little dragon emoji makes you roll your eyes.

‘On my way. Be there in 20.’

‘Perfect. It’s right under the mat, just like I said. Enjoy, angel.’

Confused. 

That’s the first feeling that creeps up on you as you walk down the hallway to his apartment. Usually it’s louder, a whole crowd that normally gathers here on Friday and Saturday evenings. There’s almost always music going, laughter coming from inside, the smell of food. It’s why you’d asked him to leave what you needed somewhere you could find it. The thought of being around tons of people after a long day of serving customers made you want to curl up in a ball, hidden away from the world.

Checking your watch you let out a small ‘huh’. It wasn’t late at all. 9pm glows up at you from your watch. It was early sure but still by now there would be at least some type of noise coming from the apartment.

Shrugging it off as you walk up to the door, you crouch down. Fingers brushing the rough edge of the door mat, you lift it only to find it empty underneath. Your brow knits together as you lift the entire thing only to find nothing but cold concrete staring up at you. Rising with a groan, you brush your hands off, watching as dust falls to the cement below your feet. Raising a fist, you almost hesitate, but as your foot hits the edge of the mat, another flash of annoyance shoots through you. 

All your weekend plans consisted of were your tv, your snacks, your wine and unfortunately, his bud. Letting out a sharp sigh, you knock, the rapping of your knuckles on the black door breaking apart the silence that hangs heavy in the hallway.

Rocking back and forth on your heels as you wait, you pull your phone out. No new notifications flash on the screen and you open your messages, shooting one off before you knock again.  You hear the chime of his phone and cross your arms over your mid section, waiting as you hear footsteps approaching the door. You turn your head to look over your shoulder, seeing that you’re still alone in the hallway when the door swings open, causing you to stop short and your mouth to dry out all in one swoop when you turn back to look at him.

The first thing you note is that he’s fresh out of the shower. A wafting scent of fresh pine, whatever scented soap he uses drifting across your nose. It tickles your senses, drifting into your nose. But that’s not where your eyes zero in. 

Your eyes flick down to the exposed skin of his abdomen. He’s in the middle of pulling on a black t-shirt, the material catching and sticking to still wet skin. Water droplets roll down the ridges of his muscles, carving a wet path that your tongue would kill to follow. His abdomen is on a brief display for you, each outline of solid muscle searing into your mind’s eye. The deep V of his hips seem like they were chiseled out of marble, something you would find in the finest art galleries.

Your eyes flick back up, trying to pull your attention away from the hard lines and dips in his skin. His shirt flutters into place but at this point none of that even helps. 

Wide eyes catch the dip of confusion in his brows, the way they knit together as dark eyes take in your form in front of him. Trailing down to see the frown that tugs at the corner of his mouth, pink lips opening and forming words. Forming words? Shit, he was talking to you and you couldn’t get your eyes off the droplet of water that trailed down his neck and clavicle, disappearing underneath his shirt. It warps around the gold chain that he pulls out of his collar and your stomach rolls at how insanely attractive the motion of his fingers and the sparkling gold against his skin is. “-okay angel?” Snapping your eyes to his, you swallow dryly . He raises a brow at you now, the tiniest upturn of his lips and the amusement that flashed through his eyes has you flushing. He definitely caught you checking him out. Finally your brain catches up to what he’s asked you. “Everything okay angel?” Blinking quickly, you look down at your feet, shoes scraping the doormat. It reminds you of the reason you knocked on the door in the first place. Looking back up at him, your lips curl over your teeth by a fraction. Frustration returns to your body, grounding you as you seem to snap out of your thoughts.

“Yeah uhhh.” The edge of your shoe catches the welcome mat and you nudge it. “I’m missin’ a little something.” His brows dip again, but then an exasperated sigh is falling from his lips and a light dusting of pink dances across the tip of his nose up to his ears. One hand comes up to scratch the back of his neck, his bicep straining against the arm of the t-shirt he’d just put on. His other hand tucks into the pocket of his gray sweats. “Fuck I got caught up. Lowkey I was supposed to put your shit under the door when I got home and I had to handle something on the phone so I forgot.” He looks so endearingly bashful, the annoyance that has settled in your chest dissipates like smoke. Awkwardly, you scuff your toe against the ground, shrugging as nonchalantly as you can manage. “It’s fine I just, was hopin to get it and go.” 

“Here, come on in and I’ll get it for you.” He moves to the side, a jerk of his chin the only hint of an invite you get to coming inside. Still feeling awkward inside of your own skin, you follow him in, arms still crossed like a shield. You offer him a tiny half smile as you cross the threshold, moving past him. There’s a crackle of electricity as you move past him that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up straight. 

Chewing on the corner of your lip as you turn to look at him, you find heated and amused onyx eyes trained on you, His mouth tugs up in the corner again and a smirk spreads across his cheeks. “Whatcha lookin so nervous for?” He moves past you, his movements, fluid and smooth. When he moves past you, he glances slightly over his shoulder with a wink. “I don’t bite. Come on, my shit’s in my room.” There’s a heat that crawls up your neck and face, and you’re sure that your whole face is on fire as you trail behind him, hands going into your hoodie pockets. You’ve left your shoes at the front door, and your socked feet pad quietly behind him. “Didn’t say you did. Just kinda weird in here when ‘s quiet.” He chuckles as he opens the door to a room you recall being in once. It’d been filled with hazy smoke, and there’d been people packed in here like sardines, passing around blunts and listening to bass heavy music. You also briefly remember that it’s the night he put his number in your phone. You’d been leaning against the desk that night, while he sat in his desk chair right next to you. 

At one point you’d been zoned out, sufficiently buzzed and listening to all the noise around you. A single finger had looped in your belt loop and tugged to get your attention. He’d checked on you, made sure you were good and given you water, watching with eyes that were more alert than they should have been for someone who had smoked as much as he had. His finger stayed hooked in the belt loop of your shorts the entire conversation and he’d only let go when your friends called your name, dragging you out of the room. But not before he’d tugged on your shorts, plucking your phone out of your back pocket. He put his number in and shot you a look that could only be described as heated. “In case you’re ever in need of some good bud.” Recalling the heat that had flowed in between the two of you, you want to bolt out of there like the entire place is on fire. It’s unnerving, it makes your insides hot and the feeling makes something in you burn specifically for the man in front of you to look at you the way he did just a mere week ago. “Yeah, ‘s a lil weird when people aren’t here but it’s nice to have a quiet night in. My roommates are both out tonight. Eatin’ at your joint tonight I think Did you just get out of work?” He takes a seat at his desk, turning the chair so he’s facing you. He pats the bed that’s pushed up next to it, motioning for you to take a seat. 

Hopping up, you nearly groan in relief at being off your feet and something so soft. His eyebrows raise as he pulls out a scale, a jar full of bud and a small green pill bottle from the bottom drawer of his desk. “You good?” If your face gets any hotter, you’re pretty sure you’re going to resemble the surface of the sun. “Yeah I’m good. Just had a long day at work. I opened the restaurant this morning and ended up staying later than I mean to cover one of the other girls who was late and…” You trail off with a shrug as you tuck your hands into the sleeves of your oversized hoodie. “I didn’t realize how much my feet hurt until I sat down.” “Mmmm.” He makes a non committal noise as he measures out product. Long deft fingers are fucking with the scale, placing a pill bottle on it and dropping little green nugs into it. “You said 3gs right?” “Uh yeah. Don’t need much, just a little to relax this weekend. I finally have a weekend off and I’m gonna take full advantage of it.” You grin despite yourself, thoughts of a freshly rolled blunt and food with a bottle of wine and the softness of your couch filling you with happiness. 

“Damn girl, look at you.” The tips of your ears start to feel the same heat as your face as he looks at you with a teasing grin. “Got any specific plans?” “I’m going to melt into my couch and not move for three days.” You bite your lower lip when he fully turns to you, a thoughtful look crossing his handsome face. He twirls the pill bottle in his fingers as he looks at you, eyes half lidded with an emotion you’re not sure you want to name. 

The both of you are friends, acquaintances really and you’re not entirely sure if you’re ready to cross the line to anything besides that. But the way he’s looking at you promises something inevitable. He holds the bottle out for you and before your fingertips even brush it, he snatches it back towards himself, a smirk planted on his mouth. “How about you start your relaxing weekend here?”

Your brows furrow and your lip sticks out in the softest pout. A sharp protest sits at the tip of your tongue and you can’t help the whine that comes out in your tone. “Hey!”

“How about… You start the relaxation now?” Your brow furrows as he speaks, confusion flitting across your face. You stare at him for a long moment, chewing on the inside of your cheek. 

“What do you mean?” “I mean, smoke with me.” He leans backwards in his chair, reaching for a pack of blunts. Honey white owls, the same as he had at the party. It’s a good flavor, one of your favorites and it’s so tempting to start now. His bed is soft and his room is surprisingly clean, and it smells like a mix of his cologne and extremely good bud. Plus it’s one on one time that you two have never had before outside of a stolen moment of him grabbing you a drink in the middle of one of his and his roommate’s parties. “Come on angel, I don’t bite and it looks like you could use the chance to unwind.” “I have food in the car.” It’s the only thing that comes out when your mouth opens even though the word ‘yes’ lingers on the tip of your tongue. “I don’t want it goin bad or anything…” Trailing off, when his onyx orbs stay planted on yours, you realize that any argument is futile and you sigh. The mega watt grin that he gives you speaks of his satisfaction over his victory and he holds his hand out. “Gimme your keys. I’ll bring your food in and put it in the kitchen for ya.” Smacking your lanyard in his outstretched palm, you can’t help but roll your eyes at his instance and the boyish charm that drifts across his face. In exchange, he plops a rolling tray in your lap with strict instructions to start rolling while he gets your things sorted. 

This is crazy. Absolutely insane that one smile from this male had you turning into putty in front of him and you grumble under your breath but get to rolling away. When he walks out it’s silent except for the sounds of the metal grinder in your hands. 

It’s a familiar mindless process of rolling, and you do it quickly and efficiently. By the time he walks back in with your purse in hand you’re licking the end of the blunt wrap to seal it. His eyes flick down to your pink tongue that sticks out from your pretty glossed lips. You don’t even notice as you’re focused on what you’re doing, brow furrowed cutely in frustration. 

“Lemme see how good you did ma.” Your eyes flick up to his at the use of the pet name at the end of his sentence and you give him a bland look that has his lip tugging up in a smile again. You hand him the blunt before leaning forward to place his rolling tray on the desk, not realizing as you do that he’s already walking forwards. Your shoulder bumps into his abdomen, the same chiseled one you spotted earlier when he was sliding his shirt on. 

You scowl when you hear his low chuckle sound throughout the room. “If you wanted to hug me that badly you should have asked.” Your lip curls over your teeth as he plops down on the bed in front of you. “You think you’re real slick aren’t you?” “I know I am.” He throws you a wink as he polyps down on the bed, leaning against the wall as you lean back against the headboard, pulling your knees up. Pulling a lighter from his pocket, he hands the blunt back to you along with the lighter. “Guests light up.” “Thanks.” There’s a soft shick of the lighter sparking, and then a sizzle as you hold it to the end of the blunt and inhale. Draken doesn’t say anything while you take your first deep inhale, instead opting to turn on the bluetooth speaker that rests on the shelf mounted to the wall above his bed. There’s a gentle boom of the system connecting, and then a few notes fill the room before music starts to flow out. Despite your reservations your shoulders relax a fraction as you blow out the smoke you’ve held in, the familiar pepper and citrus taste of the bud heavy in your airway and drifting over your tongue. You take another deep inhale, deep enough to make your lashes flutter and you’re completely unaware of the eyes that are currently glued to your face. 

Draken doesn’t think he’s ever seen someone as pretty as you. All soft curves and shiny locks. A pretty smile that stretches wide over your cheeks. The way your head tilts back a little when you laugh and your nose scrunches. Truthfully, he was floored the first time you rolled up with your friends at one of the infamous house parties. You looked so out of place, skittish and shy until your friend shoved a blunt in your direction and told you to relax. Come to find out there’s a little fire, a spark that simmers underneath the shy outer shell. He can’t help that you’re intriguing enough for him to want to know what it looks like when you strip away all the layers to where you burn. Burn for him. 

Your eyes open as you let out your second inhale and you lean forward, holding out the blunt for him. Your small, soft hands brush past his large calloused ones and the warmth that radiates off of them makes him want to groan as he thinks about how they would look wrapped around his length. He has to fight the temptation to grab one down while he places the blunt to his lips, right in the place where your glossed lips have been. 

The cherry flavor from your lips gloss lingers on the blunt, mixing with the flavor of weed and the blunt wrap. His mind drifts to the thought of what you would taste like. If he sucks your tongue, would you taste like cherry and bud and something else? He inhales and looks at you again through heavy lids. Truthfully he’d smoked half a blunt the minute he’d gotten off work, but the thought of sharing one with you was too tempting to pass up. 

When you’d sunk onto his mattress like it was your salvation he jumped at his chance and for now, he can tell he made the right call. 

Now that he’s got you here though, there’s a little bit of hesitancy that lingers in the pit of his stomach. It’s been a long time since he’s tried something like this with someone who’s caught his attention like you have. It makes his insides churn with anticipation and he can’t help but sigh out his inhale, the smoke curling out of his mouth. One of the first things he noticed about you is that you don’t have the need to fill the silence with empty words. You’re content sitting with him in the silence, and it’s something he appreciates after a full day of dealing with customers. He takes his second inhale before he’s handing the blunt back. His eyes stay on yours when he wonders when this.. Tension that’s been building between the two of you is going to pop.

It’s like a bubble that traps the two of you in it, but instead of expanding, it shrinks, pressing down and pushing you two into each other. It’s been a month and a half since the first time you graced his doorstep and he’s thought of you every other minute since. 

You’re about halfway through the blunt when you let out a sigh, sinking a little further into the pillows. You lick your lips and he tracks the way the tip of your tongue wets your plus mouth. Bloodshot eyes drift up to look into his, and he watches as a smile tugs at the corners of your lips. “Thanks for this. I really needed it.” “Any time angel. You know. You’re kind of my favorite customer. Although you can’t tell anyone else that. They might start askin’ for special treatment and then I’ll be outta a side hustle.” He reaches over and grips your ankle, tugging a little in jest. His thumb brushes over the pretty anklet dangling around it and the minute the metal hits his thumb something shifts. 

He traces the delicate gold chain, running his thumb over the tiny links. It glints against your skin, a little angel dangling from the chain and resting against the hollow of your ankle. A low dangerous chuckle vibrates through his chest even though the energy in the room is anything but light hearted. “Guess I was spot on with the nickname.” 

“Yeah…” Your voice is just as low as his, as if, if you speak too loudly you’ll break whatever tentative vibe has taken over the room. “Um Draken?” “Ken.” He mumbles it as he moves, leaning a little closer. He leans on his elbow with your feet near his abdomen, nearly laying on his side as he blinks over at you. “Call me Ken.” “Ken..” The sound of his name leaving your mouth in a near whimper does him completely in.

Before he thinks too much, before his nerves get the best of him, he places the blunt directly in between your lips. There’s not much left to it, maybe one last hit. “Finish it.” There’s a soft demand in his tone and the feeling in his chest gives way to admiration as you do exactly as you’re told. “Ash tray is on the desk.” He murmurs the sentence out as he presses his lips directly to your anklet. You let out a soft whine before you swallow dryly, half lidded eyes taking in the sight of this big broad man laying the softest kidd on your skin. “I…” “You can tell me to stop when you want me to.” He looks up at you, his nose skimming the skin of your calf. The sight of it, the heat from the weed and the overall tension pops as you shake your head. “Don’t… Please don’t stop.” Your cheeks burn even hotter than before when he grins a heated smile up at you. Your breath starts to come a little faster as he works his way up your leg, large, rough, warm calloused hands moving up your calves to the back of your knees, spreading them wide enough for him to slot himself between. His hands don’t stop moving, massaging your sore calves. His fingers knead the knotted muscles so expertly and gently, you can’t help but melt into the touch. Your eyes slide shut and your mouth drops open in a groan. The moment your attention is off of him, he takes his chance, grabbing you and sliding your hips forward. You yelp in surprise when your back meets the mattress and he gives another deep chuckle, one that shoots a bolt of heat straight to your core. You’ve always been touchy when high, when your senses are heightened to a point where pleasure gets overwhelming. You swallow thickly and open your eyes so they’re glued to his. The music in the room continues to fill the space where both of you linger, and you’re unwilling to break the vibe besides a groan when his hands move from your calves to the top of your thighs. Squirming despite yourself, your eyes finally fall from his to where the backs of your thighs rest on the top of his. He’s broad in between your legs and your heart jumps in your chest as he moves to sit back on his heels. Draken’s - no Ken -  is glued to the apex of your thighs, right where your clothed core rests. It’s right below his growing erection and the sight of you squirming underneath it makes him impossibly harder. “Fuck that’s a fuckin’ pretty sight.” You may have been unwilling to break the silence but a high Ken is also a vocal and touchy Ken. Reaching down, his hands skim up your thighs, over the flesh of your plush ass to your waist. He grips it hard, tugging you to sit up so he can slot his mouth against yours. Even cotton mouthed from smoking, it’s the sloppiest kiss of your life, His soft lips meet yours and he presses hard, claiming your mouth. He consumes you, prying your mouth open with his tongue. He strokes it against yours, one of his hands coming up to thread in the strands of hair at the nape of your neck. His fingers thread into your hair and he tugs, tilting your head back so your throat is exposed. A whimper leaves your throat and small hands come up to clutch at his forearms. 

You push back against him, tentatively letting your tongue meet his, stroke for stroke. There’s little strings of saliva that connect the two of you when he finally finds it in him to pull away. It’s lewd and wet, your eyes glazed over as they flick down to take in the sight. The hand on your waist leaves, coming up to tap on your lower lip. “Open.” The command is stern, growled out in impatience until you obey, mouth dropping open. You cling to the edges of your shyness, and as much as he finds it endearing, he’s waited too long for this. “Stick out your tongue.” You’re practically panting as you do as you’re told and two fingers are laid on the wet pink muscle, rubbing against it. Your eyes widen and another whine slides out around his fingers, muffled and wet. “There we go. Feels good doesn’t it?” This man hasn’t even gotten you out of your clothing and you feel like you’re going to cum already. How he figured out your oral fixation you’ll never know but he’s exploiting it to it’s extent, moving his fingers in and out of your mouth. All you can do is cling to him and suck, little whimpers and moans falling out around his large fingers. Your hips start moving on their own accord, rolling against him until he’s tugging you into his lap, settling your aching core over his tented sweats. His hand in your hair trails down to your hip, rolling you over his erection with a groan. Every noise you make spurs on his insatiable need, and even though he feels impatient, even though he feels like tearing through every layer of clothing you two currently have on, it’s nothing compared to the desperate way your hips are chasing your high. 

“Shhhhh.” The hand at your hip cups your ass, squeezing the denim of your shorts. The seam presses into your dripping core, the pressure of it and his length currently pressing into it with every roll of your hips makes electricity creep up your spine. Your eyes widen and you begin sucking his fingers even harder as the band in your belly starts to tighten. “Go ahead. Go ahead angel, show me how good this feels.”

Your eyes drift shut and your brow furrows just as cutely as he knew it would. A single tear gathers on the corner of your shut eye and with a shudder you come apart on top of him, just from him grinding you down on him and letting you suck on his fingers. He guides your hips against him the whole way through it, waiting until your mouth lets up on his fingers. Waits until the fierce sucking of his fingers eases into small kitten licks and your hips slow to a stop.

“That good baby?”

You can’t believe you feel this good already. Your mind is already halfway numb from a combination of the weed and his overwhelming presence, but a shyness lingers around the edges of your psyche and you can’t help the flush that takes over your cheeks. His fingers draw out slow, gentle as he drags them down your lower lip and over your chin. Realization of how easily he’s turned you to putty in his hands washes over you and your eyes widen a fraction.

Embarrassed, you lean forward, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. His entire chest rumbles with a deep laugh that sounds more like a rumble. “I.. I’m sorry I….”

He shifts, moving the both of you. Your world spins and all of a sudden you find yourself still in his lap, but now he’s got his back against the headboard. “That was the hottest thing I’ve seen in a long fuckin time.” Opening your mouth to apologize for a second time, you don’t even have the chance to say a single word when his mouth claims yours again. This kiss is hotter than the last one, a new burning passion to see you fall apart coming through every stroke of his lips. He swallows your whines, only breaking apart from you whip your shirt and hoodie off of your frame. You can’t even believe for a second that you let him, raising your arms to help. The sight of you sitting there in your pretty lace bra lights an even hotter fire in onyx orbs. Fingers dance up your spine while he brings his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking a line across your jaw and down your neck. You melt, hands slipping underneath his shirt to trace your fingers along the ridges of his abdomen. You trace every muscle with curious fingertips until you splay your palms flat on his stomach pushing his shirt up and over his head. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty.” The compliment flows from his lips as he sucks on your collar bone. You’re grateful you have the next three days off, because the marks he’s leaving are going to be impossible to cover up. Another soft whine leaves your lips as his tongue flattens and runs over the swell of your breast. The sight of it makes fire lick up your insides but a flash of silver in the middle of the pink muscle makes you stop cold. He has a fucking tongue piercing. 

Currently he’s using that to his advantage as he slides your bra off, gathering both of your breasts in his hands and kneading the fat as he pushes them together. “Pretty fuckin’ tits. Fuckin’gorgeous.” His thumb swirls over your nipple before he’s dragging his tongue over it so the ball of his piercing flicks it hard. You squeal, squirming in his hold. You’re tempted to dart out of his lap, roll off of him and take a breather but he bucks his hips up at the same time he scrapes his teeth across the stiffened peak and your head tips back, another sinful moan falling from your mouth.

He shifts and the world spins again, your back hitting the plush mattress as he leans over you, raining kisses down your rib cage, sucking on the skin so hard it bruises. He does this in a path all the way down your abdomen, and you never thought you’d be this needy after already cumming, but there is a pulsing want and ache that only he can fill pulsing in between your legs. You’re practically panting by the time he reaches the spot you need him the most. 

Your thighs are practically shaking when his big hands grab the back, pushing them towards your chest. A sharp nose runs up the seam of your shorts up to the button. “W-Wait, I…” “God you smell so fuckin good. I gotta taste you baby. Need to see how pretty she looks after she came for me.” Dark lashes brush his cheek bones as he looks up at you and pops the button of your shorts open with his teeth. You swallow thickly and thread your fingers into his hair, almost tugging it free from the ponytail it’s in as you lift your hips for him to slide your shorts off. 

The rumbling growl that leaves his chest makes your eyes roll back, and your weeping hole to clench around nothing. His thumbs come up to your folds, spreading them open for him as you buck your hips up, chest heaving with deprived pants. “Please. Please.” You beg without even really knowing what you’re begging for, just needing something, anything to relieve the fire that’s starting to consume. Your high still hasn’t worn off and the extra sensitivity from where his touch presses into you is driving you close to the edge. “Ken, please.”

“Look at me.” His rough tone is demanding, drawing your attention to him as your mouth twists in desperation. “Keep your eyes on me or I stop. Ya hear me angel?”

You nod, but his hand darts out to grab your jaw, squeezing your cheeks until you speak, your tone cracking a little with want. “Yes, I hear you.” “Good girl.” His eyes stay on yours as he dips down, releasing your jaw in favor for spreading you wider. He purses his lips, before he lets out a long string of saliva, thumbs spreading you open again so he can watch as it drips in between your folds. You clench even though you’re achingly empty, a soft gasp filling the air in between you too. It bleeds into loud keen when his mouth finally touches you. 

He sucks one of your folds into his mouth and your hands tighten in his hair as he alternates, sucking them until they turn puffy, swollen and aching with need. He moans into your pussy, running his tongue through your slick until the ball of his piercing flicks harshly against your clit. A squeal sounds from above him and he does it again, over and over until you’re bucking wildly onto his tongue.

He should prep you. He needs to prep you but your walls are already to spasm around his tongue and he’ll be damned if he lets you come anywhere but his cock. 

Pulling away and sitting up just enough to work his dick out, he thrusts forward, his heavy, thick cock smacking against your abdomen. Your eyes fly open and you look down, letting out a desperate whine when you realize his length extends well past your belly button. 

He’s got the prettiest, heaviest cock you’ve ever seen. Swollen and red, the slit weeping pretty pearls of precum that streak your stomach as he lets his length smack down on your abdomen again. “‘S not gonna fit.”

You look up at him with wide watery eyes, lips parted as you pant despondently. But no matter how much your voice shakes, your hips move, trying to slip him inside as desire takes over every cell in your body. “Ken, ‘s not gonna-” He chuckles breathlessly, sweat starting to break out on his hairline as he draws back to rub the aching head of his cock along your folds. “‘S gonna fit angel. Imma make it fit.” Slowly, he pushes in, head tilting back as he starts to push in despite the resistance he’s met with. You’re so fuckin’ tight he’s pretty sure that he’s already ready to blow his load and he’s only got the tip in. “Goddamn. Fuuuuuck.” The little high pitched whines that fall from your plush mouth and he can’t helo but reach down and grab your waist in his broad hands. Grip bruinsingly tight, he fucks into you, pulling out and fucking back in shallowly, inch by agonizing inch. Your pussy is gripped around him so tight it’s practically strangling his cock. “Relax ‘f me. God you’re so fuckin’ tight angel. Need you to relax.” A shuddering breath leaves your mouth, and his thumb drifts down to the little bundle of nerves that pokes out, working it in slow circles. Your thighs shake even more as you give. Your walls relax, eyes rolling back as his entire length finally sinks into you. A wet cry leaves your throat as tears leak from your eyes and the man above you lets out a moan so deep you feel it in your own soul. “There it is. Fuckin’ took the whole thing. Such a good girl.” Your hands grip the sheets, lower lip trembling as a tiny sob leaves your mouth. “Ken… so full. I’m so full. ‘S too big Ken. ‘S too fucking bi-” Before you can finish your sentence he’s pulling out and sliding back in, using the grip he has on your waist to drag you up and down his length. You cry out, loud and high as he bumps into your cervix. Your chest heaves and you squeeze your eyes shut as he starts to move you up and down. He’s so big and broad and strong all you can do is lay there and take it as he moves you up and down, eyes glued to the way your slick is coating his cock, how some of it sticks to his abdomen. Strings of slick connect the two of you as he moves you, practically the length of his cock, soaking even his thighs. One of his warm palms spreads out over your abdomen and he pushes down on the bulge that’s appeared. His mouth practically pours out filth as he pushes on his cock pushing through your stomach and you scream his name. “Fuck baby. Look at that. Pokin’ through your stomach. You look so fuckin sexy like this. So fuckin pretty all fucked out on my cock. You like that baby?” You nod, sobbing as he starts to move you faster, your clit hitting his pelvis with every rough smack of his hips. The orgasm that hits you, hits you out of nowhere, hard and fast and so overwhelming that you see nothing but pure white. “‘M cummin’ fuck fuck fuck fuck ‘m cummin!” Your legs kick out and shake as your cream around his cock, a frothy ring of white forming as he fucks you. He hasn’t let up, his grip still tight on your waist as he moves you, rolling his hips into and fucking you onto him. His head dips down into the crook of your neck, heavy pants brushing past the skin of your neck as you sob and keen through your orgasm. Your hands fly up to bury into his hair, moving until your arms are wrapped around his neck. All you can do is hang on as he fucks up into, using your body  for his pleasure. “Takin’ my cock so fuckin’ well angel. You were made for it. Made to take my cock.” His breath stutters on the sentence as your velvet walls pulse around him and you whimper, your nails digging into his muscular shoulders. His masculine scent envelopes you, and everything about him crowds your senses as he drives into you. The entire room is filled with the sounds of your slick squelching around his cock, the cries that fall from your mouth and the filthy words he breathes harshly into your ear. 

“I’m gonna fill you up. I have to. Have to fill this fuckin’. Perfect. Pussy.” Each word of is enunciated by  a sharp thrust of his hips and you practically wail out his name. 

“Can’t.. Can’t take anymore Ken please.” Bleary, misty eyes look up at him, blinking past tears as your body jolts with the force of each thrust. His pace is picking up and he’s huffing out deep breaths, and you can tell by the way his abdomen tightens that he’s about to cum. His thrusts are getting sloppier, but you’re right on the edge with him, walls starting to clamp down again. “Ken I can’t!” “You can.” He places a soft kiss right under your jaw, dragging his lips up until they’re resting against yours. “I know you can. Give me one more baby.” You try  to shake your head but your mouth falls open when a hand snakes between you two again and starts to make firm circles on your swollen puffy clit. “Ken.. please I…” 

Your cheeks heat and your hiccup out an embarrassed sob. You’re not inexperienced by any means, but you’ve never had something that feels like this. That feels this overwhelming and good. You’ve never had someone who fills you this much, who hits every sensitive spot, whose cock is so big it sticks out from your tummy and pushes past your cervix with every sharp thrust. There’s a foreign feeling that’s settled in your stomach and it increases the more he plays with your clit and with every thrust that rams into the tight ring of muscle inside of you. Words tumble out before you can stop them and the minute  they’re out, embarrassment and lust flood you in the same instant and it makes you dizzy. “Ken please.. Feel like I’m gonna go to the bathroom!” A rumbling groan is the only answer and his thumb speeds up its pace, his thrusts sloppy. “Fuckin’ squirt baby. Squirt on my fuckin’ cock. I know you can. Make a mess ‘f me.” Another sharp thrust and a pinch of your clit sends hurtling into oblivion as you do just that. Your last release comes squirting out of you, coating his hand, his thighs, the mattress, his abdomen. You feel it run down the swell of your ass as you cry, your nails clawing at his back as you call out his name, sobbing and cumming as he doesn’t relent, panting and groaning into your neck. Hot ropes of cum start to coat your insides, filling you to the brim as he moans. It’s unhinged and messy, his cock head pushing past your cervix to coat your insides, filling your womb almost overly full. Your name leaves his mouth in a rumbling shout before his teeth sink into your shoulder, biting down to muffle the moans that leave his throat. 

His hips finally slow and he lays his forehead into the crook of your neck, his hands drifting down to your quivering thighs, massaging them as you both catch your breath. You let your palms lay flat on his broad back, running them up and down as little shuddering breaths leave you. 

Finally moving to look down at you, he blinks the sweat out of his eyes, brushing the hair out of yours. Both of you are a mess, covered in sweat and slick, your entire body marked with his love bites and his back scratched from your nails. 

Bliss and submission is written over your face and your eyes drift shut as his palm comes to cup your cheek. You’re so good for him, it makes his chest squeeze tight. He’s already softening inside of you, and surprisingly, you both still feel a little high, the combination of pleasure, euphoria and rapture making it that much more heightened. 

Both of you hiss as he slides out of you, moving so he’s hovering over you and bringing you to relax your legs completely. There’s a few moments of silence, soaking in each other’s presence.The air between you two settles into something you’re not sure you’re ready to name and you turn your head to say something to him, but find him already staring at you. He pulls you onto his chest, uncaring of the sticky sweaty mess you’ve become. His hand drags up your spine slowly, gently, and he pushes your head down so it’s tucked onto his shoulder. Ken is gentle as he continues to rub up and down your spine, grounding you and bringing you back down to earth. Humming contently, you drift until a rumbling laugh rouses you, and you move your chin until it rests on the top of his chest and you’re looking into those dark alluring eyes. Your hand comes up to trace the dragon tattoo on the smooth skin on the side of his head, following the inky black swirls as he continues to dance his fingertips up and down your skin. “So… wanna smoke again?”

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[lunarmoves]

spooks, screams, and robots, oh my!

pairing: DCA sun/moon/eclipse x reader

mentions: haunted house shenanigans, gender neutral reader (no pronouns used!), spooks n scares, tomfoolery and the like, relationship up to interpretation, eclipse is based off of ruin dlc, fluffy goodness, not beta'd lol, sfw, post fire at the plex

a/n: happy (late) halloween @n30nixx!! i'm so sorry this is kinda late LOL. i uh, started writing it and then it kind of got away from me so it ended up way longer than intended sfddfks. it might be a bit rushed at the end bc i wanted to get it out gahh. hope u enjoy & sorry for the wait!!

word count: 6k

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You were laying in bed, idly scrolling through your phone in a sleep-induced haze, when you were startled up by a loud, ebullient voice.

“Friend!” Sun practically shouted as he burst through your door—a typical occurrence for him, yet it made you flinch all the same. You blinked widely at him as he bounded up to the side of your bed and waved something in the air with one of his hands. The bells tied to his wrist jingled with the motion. “Look what we found!”

The thing in question was promptly dropped on top of your head, and you made a small, confused noise as you picked it off to squint at it. It was a flyer, you noted, your eyes sweeping quickly over the bold, orange words stark underneath a dilapidated cartoon house of eerie green and fiery purple.

“Oh!” You perked up as Sun eagerly swayed by your bedside, waiting for your response. “The haunted house is happening again?” Sure enough, the flyer was for the annual haunted house that opened in your city every October. Well, almost every. It had been closed the last few years due to a lack of funding. You hadn’t gone since you were a teenager, if you were remembering correctly.

“Sure is!” Sun replied with a grin. He clasped his hands together and leaned down closer to you, blank white eyes locked onto your own. “We should go!”

You hummed and flicked your gaze to the bottom of the flyer, where the address and time for the haunted house were both displayed. It wasn’t too far from your apartment—walking distance, for certain. “Alright. Could be fun!”

Sun practically leapt for joy, his rays spinning delightfully around his face plate. “Wonderful!!” And without any time for you to even protest, he picked you up from under the arms to disentangle you from your bed. You made a surprised noise, blankets slipping from your body in a silken waterfall, then stared at him when he eventually set you back down on the floor. The flyer had been crushed in your grip with the unexpected motion. Sun patted your rumpled figure on the shoulders with both of his hands as you blinked at him. “Let’s go!!”

“Wait, you mean now?!” you asked in bewilderment. You hadn’t planned on leaving your bedroom tonight, much less your apartment building.

“Of course!! You’re not doing anything now, are you?” Sun asked, tilting his head to the side. “In fact— we don’t think you’ve been outside at all today! Fresh air will do you some good, Friend!!”

Trust Sun to always make sure you were taking care of yourself properly. You sighed, already knowing you would be fighting a losing battle if you dared to protest. He was right, you didn’t have anything major to do for the rest of the evening. And besides—you glanced at the time on your phone, which was still clenched in your hand even after Sun had picked you up—it was still pretty early. If Sun was so eager to go to the haunted house tonight, then who were you to deny him?

“Okay, fine, we can go now,” you acquiesced. You rolled your eyes lightheartedly when he cheered. “Where did you even find the flyer, anyways?”

“It was taped to a lamppost when we went for a walk!” Sun told you, his hands fidgeting together slightly. You raised an eyebrow at him. It wasn’t like you forbade them from going outside or anything. In fact, you encouraged it! But well, with robots still being acclimated into society, you just worried about them being alone outside for too long. Seemed like they’d been fine, though. No big deal.

Still, you had to ask. “How was it? Good walk? No mean pedestrians?”

Sun nodded, giving you a bright grin. “No issues! Didn’t get too many stares once we pulled up our hood!” He pinched at the large, burgundy hoodie he had on, accompanied by long, dark sweats. You were lucky he just barely managed to fit into the largest size you could find online, though the clothes were still a bit baggy for his tall, lithe figure. Still, they were better than nothing.

You bobbed your head at his words. “Good, good. Well”—you tossed the crumpled flyer and your phone onto your bed as you prepared to grab some clean clothes that weren’t your pajamas—“let me just get freshened up real quick and we can head ou—"

“Wait!” Sun nearly yelled out before you could finish speaking. You paused, mouth still open, and gave him an inquisitive look. He took it as a sign to continue. “We need costumes!”

“Costumes?” you echoed. “That’s not really necessary for a haunted house, you know.”

Sun flapped a hand at you in dismissal. “Come on, Friend! Where’s your Halloween spirit?”

It wasn’t quite Halloween yet, but he got you there, you supposed. “I wouldn’t even know what to be,” you said with a sigh. It was a bit too late to throw something together. You hadn’t really planned on doing anything for the holiday, after all. Maybe you should’ve accounted for your robotic guest—the ex-Daycare Attendant was bound to be inclined to celebrate.

Sun’s grin curled up until he was looking at you in a way that made you feel suspicious. “Not to worry! We came prepared!”

You squinted at him as he bounded over to your closet and opened it to pick out a box that’d been meticulously hidden away from your view. What the— How had you not noticed it before?? Color you utterly befuddled. As you wondered how Sun was able to hide the box from you within your own home, he re-approached you and deposited it on the floor in front of you with a flourish of his hands. “Tada! Our costumes!!”

You stared down at the box. “Where did you get this?”

“Don’t worry about it!” he said cheerfully and bent down to start to crack it open at the top.

You gave him a suspicious look. “Did you use my credit card again?”

“Oh look! It’s your costume!” Sun rapidly spoke over you as he grabbed something from within the box—that crinkled with the sound of thin plastic—and thrusted it towards you. A small pfft left your lips at his words (really, you should’ve been used to his spending habits by now), and you took the items from him so you could see what he’d bought for you. A beat of silence passed.

“Is this a fucking Shrek costume?” you wheezed out as you waved around the clear, plastic wrapping containing a green headband with ogre ears attached to it, a brown vest, and a long, tan-colored shirt.

Sun grinned mischievously at you. “Yep!” You burst out into raucous laughter, loud enough to fill the room with your amusement.

“Unbelievable!” You giggled and wiped a tear from your eye. You’d watched the movie with him not too long ago. Maybe it had given him inspiration. “And who are you gonna be?”

“Well!” Sun started as he rummaged around in the box. “I’d wanted us to be Fiona, but Moon was against the idea, so we had to pick different things that’d be easier for us to switch to. So”—he pulled out a black hat with a feather attached to it and put it on his head—“I will be Puss in Boots!”

You cracked up again. The hat couldn’t even properly sit on top of his head without him needing to adjust his sun rays. “Amazing!”

Sun beamed down at you, hands on his hips as he struck a pose. “Why, thank you! Moon’s gonna be Big Bad Wolf and Eclipse is gonna be Donkey! Don’t look too deeply into it!”

This was fucking hilarious. “We’ve got our own little squad going on,” you said with a snicker as you started opening the wrapping containing your costume. You could already picture how dumb you were going to look wearing it. You loved it.

“That we do!” Sun replied happily. He bent down to swiftly pick back up the box and started to walk towards your bedroom door. His head did a 180 so he could look at you in the process, white eyes upturned in delight. “Get dressed and meet us by the door! There are spooks to be had!”

You gave him a silly smile and a little salute. “You got it, Boss!”

You scratched idly at the back of your ear, where the headband you were wearing dug slightly into your skin as you wandered down the street with Sun by your side. By now the sky was turning into a soft gradient of navy blue and burnt mandarin, the small twinkle of stars starting to poke out just above your head. It was light enough with all the active lampposts that Sun was still able to walk with you, though you were certain this would change the later it got.

It didn’t take too long to walk over to the haunted house. On the way, you and Sun were able to look at all the Halloween decorations that lined the houses you passed by. There were quite a few with creepy skeletons lining the yards or thin spiderwebs snaking across gates and shrubbery. You took a few pictures of some of the more impressive ones, Sun striking a little pose in them for fun.

There weren’t too many people walking about, but the closer you got to the haunted house location, the busier the streets became. Music played somewhere in the distance, low-pitched and eerie. The bumble of conversation got louder as people roamed about with friends or on their own. Some people were also dressed in costume, you noticed in relief. It made you feel better about wearing your own.

Sun was practically vibrating right out of his metallic body as you both approached the haunted house. It was tucked in a street that had been repurposed to look like a desolate town. The stores were boarded up and the road was packed with food stalls. There was even a little stage that had some guy in a Ghostface costume standing on top of it, calling out to people randomly to try to scare them.

There was a line outside the building itself that you had to join to purchase tickets, so you stood there patiently with Sun as his head swiveled around and around to take everything in.

“This is amazing!” he exclaimed as he watched a group of rambunctious teenagers walk by dressed up as some characters from a T.V. show. His rays spun about his head—well, as much as they could with his hat on—before he looked back down at you. “Very spirited! We never saw anything like this before!”

You grinned up at him. “Oh yeah, people like their horror and dressing up, what can I say.”

Sun’s smile widened, then his head cocked slightly to the side as he paused for a short moment. His gaze turned to look somewhere behind you.

“Moon says he likes that person’s costume,” he said as he pointed at something. You glanced over your shoulder to see someone wearing a rather impressive killer clown costume—with fake blood and a polka-dotted suit and everything. “He says it reminds him of you.”

You barked out a surprised laugh. Of course Moon would take any opportunity to poke fun at you—even when he wasn’t in control. “Says the literal jester!”

Sun made a show out of looking around, his optics squinted with his hand placed horizontally over them like he was staring out into the distance. “Jester? Where?! I only see Puss in Boots here!” He gestured down to his body with both of his hands. He wasn’t wearing the black cape that came with the costume so that it would be easier for Moon and Eclipse when they switched over, but he did have a belt strapped around his waist along with a pair of tall boots that went up to his knees. He’d tucked his sweatpants into them. He’d drawn on some cat whiskers on his face plate as well, and it looked a bit silly, but you were pretty sure he was aware. You shook your head in good nature at his antics.

The two of you passed the time on line pointing out people’s costumes or enjoying the little shows being done on the stage. Sun seemed to adore watching all the little kids run about, and you watched as his gaze followed them around with an almost longing look to it. A few were wearing Glamrock masks atop their heads. Even fewer seemed to notice Sun, but they did wave to him—an action that made his entire body light up as he waved back with his whole arm. You patted him on the back, but didn’t dare bring it up. He still got a bit sad whenever you did, part of him still attached to that little daycare he’d spent so long in.

“Hey man! Nice costume!” someone hollered out at one point somewhere off to your side, and you turned to see them watching Sun as they walked by with a group of people. “Super wicked!”

“Coolest one I’ve seen all night!” another person shouted from the group with a thumbs up.

You raised an eyebrow at their words, but Sun didn’t seem to mind—or notice, for that matter. “Thank you, Friends!!” he eagerly shouted back as he waved his arm about. He grinned and watched as they disappeared around a corner, still stealing looks at him all the while.

“I think they thought you were the costume,” you eventually said amusedly. Sun glanced at you as you continued. “I would hardly call a Puss in Boots costume ‘wicked’.”

Sun made an offended gasp and crossed his arms. “I worked hard on this costume, you know! I think I look rather cool and fetching, don’t you think?” He struck a pose, black boots clicking together as he pretended to gesture out a sword from the belt tied around his waist.

You snorted. “You’re right, you’re right. You do look cool.” Sun made a pleased sound in response.

It didn’t take much longer until you were finally at the front of the line. After purchasing two tickets, the lady behind the little counter gave you two green paper wristbands. You thanked her as you took them and she pointed you towards another line to enter the haunted house itself. That one wasn’t as long as the ticket line, thankfully. You gestured to Sun to follow you as you made your way over to join it. The area over here was not as well lit as the one by the tickets, since it was away from any lampposts. That, paired with the darkened night sky, caused the sound of clicks and whirrs of shifting machinery to follow you until you were positioned at the end of the line.

“Another line to wait in,” you sighed as you peeled a bit of paper off one of the wristbands to expose its sticky end. “They seem busy tonight.”

“I’m sure they’ll get busier the closer it gets to Halloween!” Eclipse remarked as he looked towards the entrance of the haunted house. His height allowed him to peer over basically everyone’s heads. He got a few double takes for it, but you think most people thought he was wearing platforms or something for a costume, for they didn’t say anything. Hey, you’d take it over getting stopped on the street so they could ask how tall he was or where his model came from. It’d happened too many times for you to count.

You hummed. “Yeah. Hold out your wrist for me, please.” Eclipse looked down at you and stuck out one of his arms. You slid his hoodie sleeve up and wrapped the green band around his thin wrist as tightly as you could, just below his ribbon. You could feel his gaze lingering on your fingers as you tucked the end of the band in as much as you could and finished with a little pat to his hand. “There you go!”

“Thank you, my dear!” He beamed as he slid his sleeve back down. You nodded and looked down so you could start to unpeel the other wristband, but before you could, it was being gently plucked from your grip. “Allow me! Wrist, please!”

You rolled your eyes halfheartedly, but complied, sticking your arm out so Eclipse could bend down and gently fasten the band to it. Large yet dexterous fingers fit it snugly around your wrist, tucking the end in neatly, and finishing with a flourish. “There you go!”

“Thanks, bud,” you told him as you stuck your hands into your pockets along with the two pieces of paper from the wristbands. You’ll throw them out later. Eclipse’s smile stretched wider as his rays did a little spin. You took the time to observe his change in costume. Not much was different from Sun’s—he was still wearing the same hoodie and sweats, plus he couldn’t quite swap out the boots—but he did replace the hat with a headband of donkey ears. The belt around his waist also gained a little donkey tail. It was cute.

You took some time just observing the haunted house itself from the outside as you both waited for your turns. It was very big, for one thing, being a few stories high and wide like a department store. The upper floors had the windows boarded up, so you doubted you would have to climb up stairs or anything. The entire building was painted black with eerie green and purple lighting from little strobes positioned on the outside walls. Smoke drifted into the air from a machine sticking out one of the windows on the second floor. Very spooky.

The closer you got to the front of the line, the more you were able to hear screams and shouts from inside the haunted house. There was the occasional bang! followed by a shriek. You were excited, don’t get you wrong. But well… you were starting to feel just a bit apprehensive.

Eclipse seemed to have noticed. “Feeling nervous?” he asked as he glanced down at you. He swayed animatedly side to side as he waited, hands tucked into the conjoined pocket in front of his hoodie.

You waved a hand. “Who, me? Nah, no way, nope. Nothing to be scared of!” And there really wasn’t, you told yourself. There were just people dressed up in costumes in there. Nothing too scary. Not like there were actual ghosts or zombies or anything.

He chuckled at your words, and you knew he could see right through you. “You can hold onto our arm if you want. We’ll protect you!”

Your expression softened. “Aw, thank you. But I’m not sure if Moon has the same sentiment.” You were pretty much guaranteed to be subjected to Moon for the duration of the haunted house if the darkness past its entryway was any indication. And well… it was Moon you were talking about here.

“You can tell him to back off, you know!” Eclipse said amusedly. The line shuffled forward another few inches. “He will!”

You snorted. “Doubt it.” Eclipse only shrugged in response.

Finally, finally, you reached the front of the line. There was a woman in skeleton makeup sitting in a chair by the entrance who wrote a little ‘x’ on each of your wristbands with a marker. Then she listed off a bunch of rules for you both to follow. No running, no touching the actors (though they could lightly touch you, something you were a bit wary of), keep following the path, don’t look the demon in its eyes or it will kill you… You blinked at that last one, but before you could question it, a bang! came from within the house that made you jump slightly. The woman didn’t even react, just reached over and knocked a metal ring against the outside wall of the building before she gestured you both in.

“Have fun!” she called out in a raspy voice. “And remember: He’s always watching!”

Who? “Oh boy,” you whispered to yourself as Eclipse ushered you forward with a large hand against the middle of your back. You were pretty sure she only said that to make you feel uneasy, but shit, you didn’t expect it to work. You wrapped a hand around Eclipse’s elbow of the arm still tucked into his pocket and he escorted you as though you were both attending a ball and not a horror attraction. Your grip tightened as you stepped into the building and continued down a small path before reaching a door.

There was a person with a rucksack over their head that bled from two black eyes standing right in front of it. They didn’t say anything, just opened the door and gestured at you and Eclipse to go forth with a clawed hand. It was completely dark beyond it. You swallowed heavily. The apprehension by now had devolved completely into a wriggling mass of nerves. You were going to die in there.

“Lovely costume!” Eclipse said cheerfully to the person as he tugged you forward. He had to duck his head so he wouldn’t hit his head on the top of the door frame. You couldn’t bring yourself to say a word, only watched the masked person as they stared at you until you were past the door. Then they slammed it shut, making you jump as you suddenly found yourself in complete, utter darkness.

“Oooh, I don’t like this,” you whispered lowly as your eyes widened as much as they could. You couldn’t see a thing. It would have been quiet too if not for the quiet clicking and shifting of metal at your side. You glanced up when a red light settled softly along the top of your arms and shoulders.

Moon grinned sharply down at you, hellacious eyes aglow in delight. “Scared?” he rasped with a snicker, one of his hands trailing his claws unsettling down the side of your face.

You pushed his hand away and flicked your gaze up to the top of his head. “I was,” you retorted hotly, “until I saw those goofy ass ears you’re wearing.” You pointed up at the fluffy wolf ears attached to the top of his nightcap. You guessed he didn’t want to part with it for his costume. It made him look funny, especially when you squinted at his backside to see a matching fluffy tail attached to the belt around his waist.

Moon growled and made a motion as though to bite you, but you yelped and ducked out of the way. “Bad Moon! No biting!” He snickered at you as you wagged a finger at him. You huffed and turned to look down the dark hall. “Come on, we need to get moving. Don’t wanna hold up the line.”

You were lucky Moon’s optics were bright enough to light the way a bit. You slowly made your way down the hall, glancing occasionally over your shoulder to make sure Moon was following. He was, but he was definitely trying to creep you out if the way he was watching you with those pinprick white pupils were any indication. You stuck your tongue out at him.

The nerves were starting to make an appearance again. Where your eyes failed, your ears picked up the slack, straining for any sound. In the distance, you could hear the pitter-pattering of footsteps. You slowly turned around a corner, and nearly jumped out of your skin when a woman appeared out of nowhere, standing in the middle of the hall. There was a light over her head that cast ominous shadows upon her figure. She had on a torn and ragged wedding dress, gashes littering her skin and leaking ruby blood.

She didn’t say anything, just watched you with eyes that had smudged mascara around them. Okay then. You shuffled forward, planning on squeezing yourself around her, when you noticed her gaze had switched from you to something behind you—Moon, most likely. You looked behind you and nearly bit your tongue when you saw Moon had taken to crawling along the walls to avoid the light. Like some kind of hybrid Big Bad Wolf demon.

“Moon!” you whisper-shouted at him as he chuckled and made his way past the woman along the leftmost wall. “That’s not— Don’t do that!” You turned to look back at the woman, who stared at Moon blankly for a few moments more, then moved to continue to watch you. Without a single sound. You swallowed thickly. Just a person, just an actor. “Sorry, my friend’s um— a little quirky. I’m just gonna”—you shuffled yourself along the wall to slip by her—“just gonna… go—”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence before she let out a high-pitched shriek. You yelped and scrambled away, just barely managing to stop yourself from sprinting as you rounded a corner and nearly ran right into Moon again.

He giggled at you and held you by the shoulders to steady you. “Scaredy-cat.”

“Shut up, man,” you huffed as you shoved your hands in your pockets and continued to follow the path through the house. You didn’t see any more people dressed up, thankfully, though you were heavily eyeing the darkest corners for anyone hiding in them. “I’m pretty sure you surprised her more than anything.” He only giggled again and trailed after you.

You eventually emerged into a dimly lit room that was decorated like a child’s bedroom. The wallpaper was peeling and dirty, decorated in what looked like had been little ducks and bunnies. There were decapitated dolls scattered about. Clicking and whirring followed you as you stepped uneasily towards the door at the other end of the room. Eclipse tutted as he looked around.

“What a mess!” he exclaimed as he came up behind you. “This isn’t very safe for a child!”

“I’m pretty sure this isn’t a normal child,” you said flatly as you pointedly looked at the bloody hand prints lining the wall near a small bed. There was a mound of dirty blankets on top of it. As you got closer to the exit of the room, the mound wiggled and out popped a little girl’s head. You jerked back in surprise.

“You’re here! You’re here!!” The little girl smiled as she looked directly at you with these bloody, black eyes. A strange tar-like substance leaked from them. You made a face and stepped back, running into Eclipse right behind you. “Won’t you play with me? Pretty please?”

Before you could say anything, Eclipse stepped around you with a flourish. “Little girl of course we will! What do you want to do? Color? Hide and seek?” You gave him a look and opened your mouth to say something, but he pressed on. “Where are you parents? And oh! Your eyes! L-Let's get you to a f-first aid station, hm?”

“Eclipse, dude…” You reached out to grab his arm. The little girl’s gaze flicked to you for a moment—you wondered if her actress was confused—before she just settled on smiling wider. Wide enough to split her cheeks and cause ruby blood to run towards her jawline.

“Perfect!” She grinned and started to rise from the bed. Up and up and up, until she could contort thin, spindly limbs in grotesque, unnatural ways. “We’re gonna be best friends forever!” You yelped as she started to laugh and lunged towards you. Your hand clamped down on Eclipse’s arm as you tugged the two of you out the exit, the girl’s high-pitched laughter following you into the stifled darkness of the haunted house.

You took a short moment to catch your breath as Eclipse clicked and shifted away. “Guys, we’re in a haunted house, remember?” You wiped your hands on your shirt and fixed the headband you still had on so that it wasn't askew. You were starting to feel a little sweaty. Didn’t help that your heart kept running a mile a minute. This had to count as some kind of exercise, right?

Moon grumbled, red eyes partly lidded as he slouched forward. “We know,” he rasped. “Programming.”

You sighed and took his hand so you could give it a little squeeze. It never quite got easier. “I know. Come on.”

The two of you continued to follow the winding and twisting halls, barely illuminated by the lights of Moon’s optics. The pitter-pattering of steps seemed to follow you around, but no matter how much you squinted and looked around, you could never quite figure out where they were coming from. Or who. Moon didn’t let go of your hand, and you weren’t quite sure if that was a good thing or not, for you could hear him occasionally snickering from behind you.

As you made your way down a particularly long hall, you felt Moon tap you on the shoulder.

You shifted your head towards him, but kept your focus before you to avoid running into anything or anyone. “Yeah?” When he didn’t say anything, you raised an eyebrow and glanced at him. Red light caressed your face as though from a warm hand. “You need something?”

He stifled a snicker. “Need what?” he asked, head rotating to the right slightly. You blinked at him, then shook your head.

“Never mind,” you huffed. You figured he was trying to mess with you and turned your gaze back to the front. There was an opening up ahead, nestled between two dark corners. Were you almost at the end? You hoped so.

Moon tapped you again, this time on the side of your arm. You looked over at him again, annoyance starting to crease your eyebrows. “Yes, Moon?”

He only grinned at you this time, cheshire-esque and oozing mischief. “Not me,” he said amusedly. “Look.” He pointed to your opposite side.

You squinted at him, then reluctantly turned your head to look at your other side. Immediately, something jumped out at you, all sharp teeth and bloodied claws. You didn’t even get a good look at it before you were stumbling back and screaming, your hands coming up to protect your face. You fell right into Moon, who snickered something as he caught you with one arm and held you close to his body.

“Oh my god!!” you shouted, fingers trembling as your heart pounded away in your chest. Echoing in your ears. Moon chuckled and guided you down the hall, away from the actor. “Scared the shit out of me, why didn’t you warn me?!”

“Funny,” was all Moon said. You glared up at him, but he wasn’t looking at you. His face plate had turned a complete 180 so he could stare at the person who’d jumpscared you. A glance over your shoulder showed that they were still standing where you’d left them, slowly inching backwards to disappear into the shadows. Moon turned his sharp grin back down to you, his eyes squinted up in delight, though when he spoke, it was in a gentle voice. “We got you.”

You exhaled slowly. “That was real cheap,” you grumbled instead, hands fastening in an iron grip around Moon’s arms as he shuffled you towards the opening at the end of the hall. You took in a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself down, peeved at yourself for falling for something so dumb. As you passed through the opening, someone in a mask reached out of one of the dark corners to attempt to scare you, but upon seeing Moon’s red-tinted glare and wide, threatening smile, they backed away. You didn’t even notice.

The two of you emerged into a large room flooded with blue light that made Moon click and shift into Eclipse once more. You squinted around at the long dining tables interspersed throughout the room and laden with plates of rotted food. There were fancy candelabras decorating their surfaces. The walls were lined in cobwebs and paintings of shadow-like figures. Smoke permeated the air, and trailed around a large, hulking figure standing with its back towards you at one of the tables. You gulped and darted your eyes to the exit at the far end of the room—aglow with light from outside. It was so close.

The figure grunted and growled, then turned around abruptly to face you and Eclipse. It was holding a large, bloodied axe and was dressed in what looked like dry, human-esque skin. You felt the color drain from your face.

“Little piggies!” The figure grinned with decayed teeth and took a large step towards you. “Just in time for the feast! Come here!” He darted towards you, moving surprisingly fast for his huge form.

“We’ll pass, thanks!” you yelped as you ducked out of the way of his lumbering form. An actor! Just an actor, just an actor!! You started to run for the exit, weaving your way through the dining tables.

“Friend! No running!” Eclipse called out worriedly as he skipped after you. The large figure roared after you both, and you could feel the heavy steps it took as it gave chase. You were so done with this.

“Fuck that! I’m outta here!” you yelled back, then flinched when something lunged at you from above. You ducked and glanced up just in time to see a massive spider retreat back up to the foggy ceiling. How did they have the budget for that?? You didn’t even bother to linger—you just kept your head low as you ran straight for the exit, avoiding a few more spiders that lunged at you from the ceiling and ignoring Eclipse’s calls.

At last, at long last, you made it out of the haunted house and into the brightly lit space past its doors. You huffed as you braced yourself against your knees outside, willing your breathing to ease into something more normal and your heart to stop feeling as though it was going to take off into outer space.

There were a few people lingering around outside, laughing and talking as they told each other of their experiences in the haunted house. You grumbled and straightened up just as Sun came skipping towards you, hat back on his head and his grin as amused as ever.

“That was fun!” he chimed as he came to a stop next to you, hands on his hips as he looked around. You had both emerged at the back entrance of the building instead of the front this time, though instead of food stalls and stages, there were places to take pictures or pose with some of the haunted house actors still dressed in costume.

“For you maybe,” you said dryly as you adjusted the ogre ears headband once more. A small breeze drifted by that made you shiver slightly and look up at the dark sky. “Or Moon, I guess. Sorry you didn’t quite have any time out while we were in there.”

Sun waved a hand. “That’s okay, Friend! It was fun watching, in any case!”

“Fun watching me freak out, I bet,” you scoffed in a lighthearted manner. Now that you were outside, you were feeling much better. You likely wouldn’t be doing that again for a while, though you had to admit it was fun, in its own way.

Sun chuckled. “While it was very amusing watching you get scared, I will say I would much rather prefer you have a heart rate below 130 bpm!”

You let out a pfft at his words. “Thanks I guess? It wasn’t too bad, though.” You waved off his worries like they were nothing. It was fine! You were fine.

Sun cocked his head at you, then grinned suddenly in response and leaned down closer to you to hover right above your head. His smile sharpened.

“Well, how about a round two, then?”

[gyuv1nist]

just this once, okay?

kim gyuvin x reader

you find yourself sitting by the river, watching the sun dip below the horizon. the sky is a masterpiece of warm colors - oranges, pinks, and purples blend together in a stunning display of beauty. the water in the river glimmers in the light, reflecting the vibrant colors of the sky above.

as you sit and take in the beauty around you, you can hear the gentle sound of the river flowing by. the water moves slowly, peacefully, almost as if it's putting on a show just for you. you can see the outline of trees in the distance, their branches silhouetted against the bright orange and pink sky.

you close your eyes for a moment, just taking in the peaceful atmosphere around you. as you open your eyes, you see gyuvin, walking towards you, a soft smile etched on his face. he sits down next to you and takes in the same beautiful view. you can feel your heart race as he rests his head on your shoulder, and you lean into him, enjoying the warmth of their presence. “i swear friends aren’t usually this close?” you ask, your hand going to play with the ring on his finger which you gave him for valentines day. 

“just this once okay?” 

you scoff at his words and felt your heart go even faster as he captured your fingers and laced them with his own. “it’s more than okay.” 

“the big day is coming up fast! you guys better fix up soon or you’ll make a big embarrassment out of yourself!” the coaches words drag you out your memories and her eyes land right on yours, her pupils burning into your own. after a short bow, you run to the stands and quickly start to pack your stuff up.

“where are you going?” your friend, hanni asks, handing you a water bottle whilst you stuffed your clothes in your bag. “i need to give my dumb excuse of a brother his lunch, please come with me i refuse to be around those boys alone.” you plead, watching as she hesitates before nodding slowly.  (a/n: i had to include my enha babies somehow) 

“you mean you don’t want to be around gyuvin.” she frowns, knowing the history between the two of you. “you know i can tell heeseung to fix up so you don’t have to see him anymore.” she grabs a hold of your hands and you look up to her sadly. 

“i don’t have a choice either way, im a cheerleader and he’s in the football team. what else am i gonna cheer for? the grass?” you squeeze her hand and pick up your bag, walking ahead whilst trying to get the thought of gyuvin out your head. 

you arrive outside the boys changing room and quickly send him a message that probably wasn’t even legible but you could care less. you want to be out of the premises immediately. 

“hiiii.” 

you spin around and your eyes fall upon the youngest of the team, yujin. the only one who you could actually tolerate and weirdly reminded you of your brother.

“my little football player! how are you yujin, i hope you aren’t overworking yourself.” you grab his cheeks with your hand and smile at him fondly. you were used to yujin’s presence- after all he was gyuvin’s best friend. what you didn’t know however, is that yujin missed you so much. likewise to yourself, yujin found you oddly similar to his older sister and looked up to you in many ways. 

“i’ve been good! heeseung is taking good care of me and i’m excited to play later on this week.” 

before you could even open your mouth to respond, a hand slapped yours off of yujin’s face. “he’s not your little football player, plus don’t you have some flips to be learning?”  hanni rolls her eyes and held her middle finger up to the boy who towered over her.

 “is everything okay?” you look to the side and muster up a fake smile to heeseung, throwing the bag which contained his lunch. “yeah just great, don’t forget it again please.” you rush off and drag hanni with you, failing to recognise the small wave which yujin directed towards you.

“have you actually spoken to him? like why he suddenly started acting like a dick?” hanni looks back ensuring he wasn’t anywhere near.

you frown as you tried to search for an answer. “honestly? i have no clue. he literally treated me so well i was basically in love with him and then just left. was i a bet or something?” 

“don’t think of it like that. there has to be a good reason, he wouldn’t do something stupid when heeseung is literally his captain.” 

and you were doing the opposite. you couldn’t even concentrate on practice and now it was game day but instead of shitting yourself, you thought about the fact that gyuvin would be basking in the limelight whilst you had to deal with the weirdos who got excited over a little bit of skin. you stand by the mirror, attempting to hype yourself up but all you could think about was that stupid boy who toyed with your feelings. 

“nervous?” 

you look at the figure who was emerging and plaster a solemn smile across. “i wish i was nervous, instead i’m going crazy about my feelings.” 

“could you sort out gyuvin for me?.” you snap around. 

“heeseung i swear to god if you’re here to wind me-

he scofs and ruffles a hand through your hair. “relax, he’s just really off right now and i thought you might’ve had something to do with it.” you slap his arm away as you hear the announcement for the cheerleaders to make their way to the pitch and snatch your pom poms, walking towards the exit. 

“well i don’t know what you want me to do about it.” 

as soon as you exit onto the pitch, you flash your best smile and wave at the screaming crowd, slowly jogging to your position. your team huddles around and the coach starts rambling on about keeping safety but you couldn’t help but search for the brunette amongst the practice runs. 

“stop thinking about him for these next 3 minutes or you’ll get hurt.” hanni says, looking at you cautiously. and for those 3 minutes you surprisingly did pretty well. maybe it was the crowd going crazy after each tumble or the few seconds where you felt like you could fly- but you delivered exactly what everyone wanted. 

as you run off the pitch, you feel a sense of pure joy and accomplishment, knowing that you gave your all out there. instead of walking back out to watch the game, you decide to keep your little happy streak for a bit and walk to the food and drink stalls, getting a slushy to cool yourself down from the intense workout you just completed. “hey!” do people just love to randomly appear behind you?

“jay? aren’t you meant to be on the pitch? is everything okay?” the anxious look on his face made you feel nervous immediately. the boy hesitates before looking at you sincerely. 

“it’s-.” he pauses and you squint at him, “it’s gyuvin. we don’t know what happened but he’s literally dragging us down! and we think you’re the only person who could get through to him!” 

it was as if someone had pressed mute on the world. really? after the way he treated you, you’re the only person that could get through to him. maybe tell him to look at all his fangirls and he’ll get that energy boost. 

“LETS GOO!”

you jump as the stadium erupts in cheers and jay’s face only drops. “you hear those cheers? those are not for us. come on, you can scream at me all you want-“ you cover your ears as the screams cut his words off.  he knew you were on the plan as the look in your eyes turned from confusion to anger. 

you were extremely petty. yes, you were mad at gyuvin for treating you like shit. but you were more mad that he wanted to let the whole school down because of it. (you also didn’t want your brother to get mad at him, because he was terrifying) 

for the second time, you enter the pitch again but this time you were filled with anger. “kim gyuvin!” you scream, piercing the boy with your eyes. “kim gyuvin! wake the fuck up!” the whole of the football squad immediately look at you but you didn’t care. “stop being selfish and play the fucking game. we both know- in fact everyone knows you’re a good player.” 

the anger that was boiling in your head only worsened when that stupid smirk appeared on his face and you just knew that he was going to make one of his stupid remarks, but not this time. “no, keep your mouth shut just this once okay?” 

gyuvin’s world stops as you utter those words. the same words the both of you would always make as an excuse to brush away the feelings which were most definitely there. his eyes soften and for the first time in what felt like forever, you see the gyuvin which your heart ached for. 

“just this once, stop being a selfish prick and don't you dare look at me that way. not now, after every you’ve done!” you yell, tears daring to spill at any moment. 

your words hit him like a knife. he looks around at his teammates who were also begging him to fix up. the whistle blows and you jog towards the bench where your teammates were sitting. you ignore their questions and plop down, deciding to completely focus on the game. 

you're at the edge of your seat, watching intently as your team struggles to catch up. the score is tied at 3-3, and there's only a few minutes left in the game. the tension is palpable as the ball bounces back and forth between the two teams.

suddenly, your heart leaps as heeseung breaks away from the pack with the ball. you hold your breath as heeseung races towards the opposing team's goal, dribbling the ball with ease. you can hear the crowd shouting and cheering, and your heart races as heeseung approaches the goal. was this it?

in a flash, heeseung shoots the ball towards the goal, but you feel your heart drop as the goalkeeper manages to swat it away. just when it seems like all hope is lost, gyuvin jumps in and scores the winning goal with the rebound. the crowd erupts into cheers and the players swarm around gyuvin to celebrate. 

you can hardly believe it- you scream with everyone as hanni snatches you and you start jumping aimlessly. 

“go get your golden boy.” she giggles, grabbing your head and helping you fix your vision towards the pitch. you see gyuvin’s desperate looks for you and you take a few steps forward. as your eyes meet, you scan his for that same look which you saw before. 

and that’s exactly what you were met with. 

he sprints towards you with arms open wide, it’s all he’s been wanting to do. you meet him halfway and give him a huge hug, jumping up and down in excitement. he wraps his arms tightly around you and in that moment, everything else fades away and it's just the two of you. “i have a lot of explaining to do don’t i?” 

you lean your head back to look into his eyes once more and feel that same feeling in your stomach that you felt at the river.

“yes. yes you do. but i think you deserve to celebrate. but just this once, okay?” 

“i think that’s more than okay.” 

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I FEEL LIKE THIS NEEDS A PART 2? DO I WRITE A PART 2? anyways this didn't come out how i wanted to lmao

[hischierswhore]

drunk calls

pairing: Christian Pulisic x Reader

TW: mentions of alcohol // drinking // mentions of a breakup

Your break up with Christian, your boyfriend of 2 years, definitely took a toll on you. You isolated yourself from the outside world, preferring to stay in the comfort of your home, not wanting to risk being hurt again. You found yourself thinking about him, even after a month. In fact, you've only been able to think about him since the moment he walked out the front door of your apartment.

And that brings us here: you're sitting in bed, staring blankly at your laptop as your mind drifts back to when you last saw his gorgeous smile...and wondering how in the hell things got so screwed up between the two of you.

When did everything go wrong? How could it be possible for you and the love of your life to become nothing more than strangers after everything you'd been through together?

As you think, the clock ticks away over on the wall, reminding you that it is now almost 2 am. What was supposed to have been an easy evening at home with just a little bit of internet browsing turned into hours spent dwelling on what went wrong between the pair of you.

-

"Y/n, I'm telling you. You need to go out and stop torturing yourself" your friend Sadie says in exasperation as she sits down beside you on your sofa.

"I know it hurts, but you can't live like this forever" For a moment, you let out a pitiful groan, burying your head in your hands, causing your friend to put her arm around you, giving you a comforting hug.

"It just doesn't make any sense. We loved each other" You say as you lift your head to stare directly at your closest confidant, needing to see her face for some sort of reassurance.

"I know you loved him, but he broke your heart, Y/n. There's no going back from that" She replies with her own personal version of sympathy, leaning in closer to whisper in your ear.

"How about we go out tonight?" She suggests quietly, resting her chin upon your shoulder. Her suggestion makes sense; you don't want to sit alone at home while you replay the whole situation again and again in your head.

"We can find a club, get drunk, dance all night long..." She starts, but you don't let her finish her sentence before you're nodding your head in agreement. The very thought of doing something as pointless as drinking until you feel numb seems strangely appealing right now.

"Great idea, come on, lets go!" You both stand up from your seats, making your way to your bedroom to get dressed.

-

As you and Sadie entered the club, you both made a beeline for the bar. Tonight would be a good night to start getting drunk. If you were honest with yourself, you just wanted to forget all about Christian and drown your sorrows in alcohol.

At least, that's what you hoped.

You took your first sip of a dark red wine, savouring the taste and feeling it run smoothly down your throat, before taking another sip. Sadie drank two glasses of wine before calling it a night, stating that she was the designated driver for the pair of you. You, on the other hand, decided to push the envelope a little more, ordering 2 more drinks at the bar, downing them almost immediately.

You couldn't remember the last time you felt this free, having gotten completely hammered on just 3 drinks. At times, the lights seemed to turn on their side, spinning dizzyingly as they circled the room, accompanied by flashing colors of purple, orange and green.

The rest of the night was a blur. You vaguely remember Sadie telling you that she was leaving to go hookup with some dude she met at the bar, abandoning you at the club, drunk and alone.

After another hour, you decided you wanted to leave, so you turned on your phone and scrolled through your contacts and tapped on the one you were most used to calling.

Christian.

"Pick up pick up pick up" You drunkenly mumbled to yourself.

"Y/n???"

"Oh my god, heyyyy. Your voice is like, really hot right now"

"Y/n... you sound drunk...where are you?"

"What do you mean where am I? I'm at a club with Sadie. Duh." You mumbled, before taking a deep breath.

"Well, Sadie left to go get some, but I'm still here. You know, enjoying the vibes" Your speech was slurring as you spoke.

"Y/n, I know you're probably drunk off your ass right now, but please stay right where you are. I'm coming to get you" You sat in silence for a few seconds before realizing he had actually hung up.

-

Less than 5 minutes later, Christian had arrived at the club. He only knew which club you were at because that was the only club you liked going to. He jumped out of his car and raced inside to find you. As he cut through the crowds, he saw you sitting on one of the leather couches. He let out a breath of relief as he approached you.

"Hey sweetheart" His warm voice pulled you from your thoughts of the different colors you saw floating throughout the club. It felt as though you had sobered up almost instantaneously just by hearing his voice.

He pulled you up gently, placing his hands under your armpits and supporting your weight against his chest, carrying you out of the building. As he stepped outside onto the sidewalk, he placed you into the passenger seat. He sat behind the wheel of the car, glancing over at you before beginning his drive.

"Drink this. It'll help" He handed you a bottle of water to help you sober up.

"So what exactly were you doing at a club with Sadie?" He cleared his throat before speaking, leaning forward slightly in his seat to gaze through the windshield.

"Trying to forget" you replied honestly, keeping your eyes focused ahead of you while slowly drinking the water bottle. Christian quickly glanced at you as you answered.

"What were you trying to forget about?" He questioned.

"That's a stupid question" You retorted dryly before you looked at him, unable to read his expression due to your current state.

"You... and us..." You whispered, feeling sorry for yourself. A frown appeared on Christian's lips as he listened to your confession.

"Why did you want to forget about us?"

"Because it hurts too much to think about what we had and then it all suddenly got taken away from me" You buried your head deeper into your lap, wishing you hadn't spoken up. He inhaled deeply through his nose, letting out a shaky exhale before speaking again.

"I don't know why I did it" He added. He heard you sniffle loudly, so he reached over to squeeze your hand reassuringly.

"I know you may hate me, but I do love you. I don't want you to feel like it was anything you did. It was all my fault" He continued softly.

"You don't need to carry around guilt for things that weren't your fault. Don't punish yourself for my stupidity" You nodded, gazing out of the window instead of looking at him. He sighed, rolling his shoulders as he kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead. You had never been so close to tears.

"I hope you know that I don't hate you" You finally found yourself speaking up, your voice shakier than ever. Christian turned his head to face you.

"I couldn't possibly hate you, Chris. I love you too much to do that" You whispered before turning to meet his eyes. He smiled sadly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you towards him.

-

Once he had driven to your house, he helped guide you out of the car and up to your front door. You handed him the key, allowing Christian to turn the lock and open the door before guiding you inside. He led you upstairs, opening your bedroom door and leading you to your bed.

"I'll go grab you some make-up wipes. You just uh... stay here and get changed into something comfy" He whispered as he disappeared into your bathroom.

While he was gone, you took advantage of the opportunity and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a random hoodie. Moments later, Christian walks back in with a pack of wipes in hand. He freezes as the sight of you.

"Is that my hoodie?" His question causes you to look down and take a look at what you were wearing. It was indeed his hoodie.

"Oh, yeah I guess it is. Do you want it back-" You asked but were cut off mid-sentence.

"No, keep it. It looks better on you anyways" He gave you a soft smile before removing one makeup wipe from the package and wiping it across your face.

"Thank you" You murmured as you watched him put away the unused ones. An awkward tension filled the room as you both sat in silence.

"Did you really mean it? When you said you still love me?" You questioned the man in front of you.

"I wouldn't lie about that, Y/n. I don't think I'll ever love anyone as much as I love you. Even though I'm an absolute idiot, I want to make us work" He admitted.

"Then how about we give it another try?" You stated firmly.

"I'd really like that" He smiled at you, before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he made his way to the exit.

"Chris" You shouted in attempt to grab his attention. He turned around at the mention of his name.

"Stay with me, please" You gave him a look and he knew he wouldn't be able to say no to you. Having already been in a pair of sweatpants, Christian slid into bed next to you, initially keeping himself at a far enough distance to not make you uncomfortable, but you pulled him closer to you anyways.

You laid in his arms as you began to feel yourself fall into a deep slumber, his hands slowly rubbing your back.

"I love you, princess" was all that could be heard as you were finally fell asleep in Christian's arms once again.

-

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[ozarkthedog]

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 · 𝐋𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧

summary: lloyd offers solace if you make it through the maze. “but if I catch you...” his eyes darken with a ravenous glint, “your body is fair game.”

warnings: lloyd hansen x fem!reader. basement wife. chase kink. prey/predator behavior. rough and nasty everything cause it’s lloyd. threats/taunts. oral sex. slight spit play. anal play. penetration with a knife handle. cream pie. sex in a hedge maze. soft!lloyd. slight aftercare. no beta.

word count: 3570

author’s note: this is one of my fav kinks ever. i hope you all love this as much as i do. 💙gif credit: @lilacevans​

☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾  

“But I stayed on the grounds!” You argue, fists clenching at your sides.

Lloyd spins on his feet and stalks towards you. Subtle rage furrows his brow as he walks you back into one of the elegantly designed walls. He leans a hand against the wall, high over your head pressing his much larger body into yours, and sighs through his nose. 

“Let’s compromise shall we?” He offers with a wicked smile. “You make it to the end of the maze and I won’t punish you. I’ll even tell the guys to back off the next time you want to go for a walk.” 

Your eyes glimmer with hope until his head cocks to the side. He leers down at you like a lion with its big paw on struggling prey. “But if I catch you,” his eyes darken with a ravenous glint, “your body is fair game.”

Your stomach drops. 

“Come on, it’ll be fun! Plus, you’ll get some of that exercise you were looking for. It’s a win win.” He says boisterously as he clamps an arm around your shoulder. 

“Come on, it’ll be fun! Plus, you’ll get some of that exercise you were looking for. It’s a win win.” He says boisterously as he clamps an arm around your shoulder. 

You look up at him with uneasy eyes. 

Lloyd soaks up your worried frown. The thought of chasing you down and claiming you always made his cock swell. 

He shuffles the two of you into the foyer. “I’ll give you a head start considering you don’t have shoes on and cause your legs are smaller than mine.” He jests and bops you on the nose. 

You dumbly look down at your bare feet and then back up to him with doe eyes.

He raises a pointed finger, “Ah ah- you don’t wanna dig a deeper hole for yourself now, do you?”

Lloyd unlocks one of the massive double doors. “You get 2 minutes, Buttercup.” He waves a hand towards the maze and his playful smirk suddenly drops into a hard line. “Then I’m coming after you. Like I said, fair game.” 

You don’t waste a second. 

You run out of the foyer and across the courtyard, dashing up the steps to the entry of the hedge maze in a flash. The setting sun illuminates the extravagant yard in a wash of dusky purples and orange hues.

You stand uneasy on the precipice of the giant labyrinth with its green, leafy walls soaring high into the sky. You’d completed the maze once before but it was with Lloyd by your side. He’d lived in the gigantic chateau for years and traversed the winding maze many times so he knew it like the back of his hand.

You bite your lip as you stare into the mossy alley. It wasn’t a good bet that you could beat him at his own game. Countless times he’d set you up to fail and you walked right into his trap. 

This didn’t bode well for you.

“I’d get moving. Tick tock!” Lloyd’s voice bellows across the yard. You stare back at him as he leans cooly against the immaculate doorway biding his time. 

You grit your teeth and take one last look at the stoic man before gathering your white, flowy dress in your palms and sprinting into the verdant maze.

Shades of pine and juniper whip by in a hurried frenzy as you race one foot in front of the other. 

You take a left and then a right as you begin your journey into the winding maze. You remembered the first few turns and that there was a statute pointing to the exit of the maze but the rest was a blur.

Each step is anguish as stones dig into your bare soles. You curse him under your breath as you take a right turn and run past one of the many marble statues that line the corridors. 

Lloyd made it clear when you arrived at the Chateau that you were his property. He dressed you only in sheer white dresses and forbid any shoes unless you were going outside. He liked you half nude and barefoot. 

You stop short, almost twisting your ankle on the rocks when a sinister voice hollers from behind. 

It was Lloyd. 

“Time’s up, Sunshine!” He yells from the entryway. “Ready or not, your ass is mine!”

You roll your eyes at him acting like this was some twisted version of a children's game and like your mind and body weren’t on the line.  

Pins and needles puncture your lungs as you run fast around each corner. He’s clearly gaining on you as the booming footfalls get closer and closer. 

“Buttercup…”

His taunting voice echoes over the hedges. It slithers into your spine and makes you quiver. You force yourself to keep moving despite the constant heckles and the urge to submit.

“Why you runnin’ from me?” 

It doesn’t even sound like he’s chasing you, more like he’s stalking you. Waiting for the opportune time to strike. 

“You scared of me? Scared of big bad Lloyd?”

Tears prick your eyes every time you turn a corner, imaging he’s laying in wait, ready to take you down and make you pay for your disobedience. 

A sharp left and then straight for 5 paces, another sharp left, and then a clearing emerges. 

It’s the center of the labyrinth.

You’re halfway to freedom. 

“I won’t hurt you!” He yells. His voice is so clear it sounds like he's right next to you. “I’m just gonna fuck you into the ground. Maybe choke you a little. That ain’t too bad!”

You run into the core of the maze as his taunting gets louder. Blood pounds in your ears with every step and your dress clings to your dewy flesh.

A large fountain sits directly in the center with small hedges and shrubs circling it. Dim, yellow hues light the yard while a handful of stone benches and statues fill out the rest of the area.

Your eyes dart around the arena looking for a place to hide as the sound of crunching stone gets closer. You race towards one of the small hedges and dive behind it. Rocks clink when your body hits the ground just as Lloyd turns the corner. 

His heavy footfalls cease. It’s deadly silent. Only your heart beat and the splashing water from the fountain burst in your ears. 

Your body shakes with primal fear as he stalks around the center of the labyrinth.

“I know you’re here,” Lloyd muses, darkly. “I can smell you.”

You’re core instinctively clenches. Despite the anxiety and adrenaline, your panties are sticking to your cunt. You’re absolutely soaked.

“Oh Buttercup.” He sings melodically. “Come out, come out wherever you are.”

Your fingers dig nervously into the rocks. You eye one of the various exits out of the center and wonder if you can make a run for it. 

“Listen, I'll do my best to not go too hard on you.” He says with a chuckle as he dips a finger into the water testing the temp. “Who am I kidding? I can’t do soft. Unless it’s soft serve Mint Chocolate Chip. M’mm M’m! That shit’s delicious!”

You catch the whimper in your throat before it escapes. Your heart pumps frantically in your chest and you scream at yourself to run as the sounds of crunching stones get closer. 

Then the crunching stops.

Your eyes whip open just in time to see a dark, massive shadow gliding over the uneven stones and smothering your own.

“Here’s Lloyd!” He yells, manically next to your head.

You shriek and shove a hard elbow up and back landing a solid hit to his nose. A jarring crunch and a painful grunt echo into the dusky sky. 

“GOD DAMNIT!” Lloyd stamps his foot, hollering in pain.

You narrowly escape his clutches as you jump to your feet and race out of the clearing. Bile rises in your throat knowing the monster is not far behind. White billows behind you, dancing chaotically as you sprint for your life down a random corridor.

Your mind spins and your chest heaves but you continue to run as you hear him closing in. 

“I applaud you, Buttercup. I really do.” He praises you while stalking close behind. “Never thought you had it in you.” Lloyd sounds partially impressed by your display of strength. “But you’re gonna pay for that little outburst.”

You hiccup in fear and race down another stretch of green, running until your heart feels like it’s about to burst through your ribcage. 

After a few more turns, you stop. You listen for any sign of Lloyd but all you hear are the chirps of crickets. You slump against the greenery and take a deep breath before peering down the corridor in front of you. 

Elated tears spring to your eyes when you gaze upon the exit to the maze. Not more than 20 feet straight ahead, stands a glorious marble statue pointing the way to freedom.

Your body lights with newfound energy and you hightail it towards the opening despite your bruised feet and seared lungs. Your eyesight is a blurry, watery mess of green and stone as you run with all your might.

With all the adrenaline coursing through your veins, you couldn’t help but laugh. You did it. You beat the bastard at his own game. 

The fear starts to die down when abruptly your world flips–

“Caught ya!”

A hand ensnares your dress and your body whiplashes in slow motion. Your fingers graze the open air of the exit before he tosses you to the ground.

The wind knocks from your lungs. You sputter and cough as you reach toward the exit with desperate hands.

“Oh I’m sorry, did I step on your moment?” He sneers before grasping your feet and dragging you across the rocks to his feet. 

You hastily dig your fingers into the rocks and scream, wildly kicking your feet as Lloyd laughs madly. “I’ve got you now, my pretty!” Lloyd quips. 

He dodges your flailing limbs as he yanks you into his ferocious hold and tears your dress up the side. He tosses it to the ground leaving you bare and gasping.

“We can do this the hard way,” Lloyd wiggles his bruised nose and sniffs some fallen blood, “or we can do this the hard way. Your choice.”

You struggle pitifully as he cages your wrists and jars your body with a rough shake. Your head whips to the right unexpectedly and your cheek explodes with a bright flash of pain as Lloyd stuns your frantic movements with a pop.

You catch a glimpse of his sweaty, tousled hair and bloody features and your fight or flight instinct kicks in. You’d never seen him so feral before and it made your belly cramp with submission and insatiable arousal.

He presses a strong hand to your throat and you whimper. Your eyes fall to his heaving chest as you blubber out an apology.

“Uh uh, it’s too late for that.” He shakes his head, strands of hair fall and grazes his temple. “You don’t get to back out now. Especially not after busting up my face.” 

He shoves you to the ground by your throat. Your knees hit the gravel and the shock makes your mouth whip open in pain. Lloyd uses it to his advantage and shoves two thick fingers past your lips making drool slip from the corners of your mouth.

“Awe is my pretty baby already foaming at the mouth for my cock?” Lloyd purrs as he takes out his heavy length. “Did you miss me as much as I missed you?”

He gives it a long tug from weeping tip to veiny bottom before smacking it against your cheek and smearing precum along your jaw. “I gotta say you put up a good chase.” he praises while slowly dry humping the side of your face. “Made me fuckin’ rock hard.”

The fingers in your mouth tip your head back and keep your lips stretched as he stands over you like a child tormenting an ant. Your body quakes under his feral stare, making your eyes brim with salty tears and skin prickle with eager anticipation. 

“I didn’t think I could get any harder but here you are on your knees, lookin’ all sad that you lost. God damn, I love seein’ those pretty eyes water.” 

The shock of it catches you off guard and you heave when he spits directly on your exposed tongue. “Gonna need all the lube you can get.” he says, thumbing the apple of your cheek. “My cock is gonna tear you up.”

His fingers crane your jaw wide and he shoves his bulging cock past your lips. You whine under the intense pressure as your tendons ache from the obscene stretch. His musky brine washes over your tongue as he drives his length in as far as it’ll go.

The fat mushroom head nudges your throat cruelly forcing you to gag sickly around him.

His fingers dig into your scalp as he fucks your face with deep plunges. Spit coats his balls in a shiny layer as they smack against your chin with each punishing shove. 

He growls ferociously low as the beast finally stakes its claim. “Gonna make sure you remember this.” His hands encompass your slippery jaw for a tender moment before he pinches your nose closed.

Your eyes bug and you urgently shove at his hips but it was like trying to move a building. He towered over you with such power and strength that it was pointless to fight.

He drives his length in deep, shoving his cock just a bit further down your windpipe, and your bloodshot eyes water profusely. Your chest heaves and your belly revolts, wanting to spew from the unwanted probing.

“You look so pretty like this. On your knees. Knowin’ your place.” He mutters, thumbing at falling tears. 

Your fingers dig anxiously into his black trousers as each frightful second ticks by. Your head feels airy and light like it might float away if he didn’t have his cock lodged in your gullet.

“Thatta girl. Get all stupid and weak for me.” He groans at your hazy features when your eyes start to roll backward. The spark in your eyes dims ever so slightly and your body sags.

He rips his cock from your mouth and slaps your cheek with a callous hand shocking you back to life. If he didn’t have a hand locked in your hair you’d have fallen from the impact. “Lookit’ you actin’ all fucked dumb and my cock hasn’t even stretched that cunt yet.”

You mewl and pitifully shove at his hands when he easily manhandles you onto all fours.

He grasps the back of your neck when you start to struggle. One large hand fits almost around the entire column as he tuts at your silly attempts at escape. “Shh shh, we’re just getting to the good part.”

Lloyd presses your face into the cool rocks making your ass stick high in the air as he crouches behind you. “God damn.” You hear him mutter as he stares unabashedly at your cunt. Your pussy clenches under his gaze and drips steadily down your thighs. 

“Fuckin’ knew it.” Lloyd chuckles and brushes a finger through your drenched, creamy slit making your hips writhe. “You love this just as much as I do. You’re one sick puppy.” A thick wad of spit hits your pussy and it makes you whine.

Lloyd watches the fluids mix before tapping his swollen, leaky crown against your tight folds. “As I said, I’m gonna tear you up.”

It was your only warning before he drives his solid length into your snug cunt. You scream from the intrusion and burn despite the ample amount of spit and arousal.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight. Feels like you tryin’ to rip my dick off.” He groans.

You fit like a sleeve around his cock as he pummels you into the ground. His hands envelop your hips with a bruising hold, pushing and pulling you on his dick like a little rag doll. 

A gluey ring of cream wraps around the thick girth and sticks to his curls as your pleasure mounts. 

“No, no.” He sneers and with a rough hand seizes the back of your neck halting your peak. 

He drives his cock into the hilt and stills, pressing against your ass with his Adonis belt, and coats every inch of his length in your viscid arousal. “You’re not comin’ until I fuckin’ tell you to.”

You mewl from the painful pleasure as the spongy head of his cock brutally kisses your cervix as he inches his way into your stomach. 

He’s so fucking big you could hardly breathe.

Lloyd’s body folds over yours, crushing you into the hard ground as you yelp under the weight. “Think I won’t try and bust through your cervix?” He threatens. His breath is hot against your cheek as his mustache rubs your skin raw. “I’ll fill your insides with my cum until it’s dripping out each and every one of your holes.”

You squall as your ribs grind against the unforgiving stone. He leans over you, twisting your head until you're looking at him out of the corner of your eye. Your sight is blinded for a moment as light glistens off something shiny in his hand.

The cold press of steel against your cheekbone makes you go rigid. 

“Oh, damn. That cunt just got fuckin’ tight. Almost made me shoot my load.” He grunts and forces his girth into your channel. “Can’t have that when I just brought the life of the party!”

You’re stock still as he lightly traces the knife down your back. It glides over every notch in your spine as he leans back and slowly watches his cock pump into your devastatingly soaked core. 

A warm hand spreads your ass cheeks and showcases his cream stained cock. He taps the knife gently against your puckered hole and you wail.

“Oh, don’t be a baby. You’ll enjoy this.” 

You jump when a dollop of spit lands on your ass. “Easy now. No sudden movements if I were you.”

Your breath hitches when you feel something press against your untouched hole. You shake your head in disbelief and mewl with nervous anticipation.  

Lloyd hums contentedly to himself as he pushes the handle of the blade carefully into your ass. “What a fuckin’ site.” He gloats and presses until it’s lodged to the hilt. 

He slowly thrusts his cock into your searing channel and holds the knife steady, testing the waters until he deems it safe. The ungodly stretch from the uncommon plug burns as he fucks his length deeper with every drive.

“Who knew you’d be such a slut for my knife. It’s fuckin’ you real good ain’t it?” he taunts as he begins moving the smooth handle of the blade in and out of your ass, matching the strokes that claim your cunt. 

A horrid gasp falls from your lips as a wave of pleasure suddenly knots in your belly. You clutch a handful of rocks as the cramp grows tighter and tighter. You hastily beg to come as he thrusts steadily into your silken caverns. 

He grits his teeth, feeling his own peak at the base of his spine.

“You cum on my knife like a good girl or I keep you plugged with it until tomorrow.” He sternly orders.

The threat tips you over the edge and you come with a shriek around his cock. Lloyd’s hips stutter as your cunt locks around his dick and swirls, milking the come from his balls as the handle of the knife prolongs your pleasure.

A growl rumbles deep in his chest as he fucks his load into your soaked core, filling you to the brim with every drop.  

Your body is exhausted. It’s frayed and worn from the adrenaline that slowly withers from your limbs. You go slack in his hold and barely hiss when he eases the handle of the knife from your ass. You’re numb to the elements and from the pain as copious amounts of white drip from your abused folds.

He cradles you in his arms and smooths a hand over your tired features. “I’ll make sure the guys give you some space when you go out for walks, okay?” He says, softly. 

You smile weakly and pull him down into a tender kiss. His bristly mustache tickles your upper lip and you push him away with a chuckle. 

“What do you say I draw you a warm bath and we eat dinner and dessert in bed.” he offers, while effortlessly picking you up bridal style.

“That sounds lovely.” You purr, combing your fingers through his messy, damp strands as he walks towards the exit.

“Good. Now let’s get the fuck out of here. I’ve got a serious craving for some Mint Chocolate Chip.”

WHO WANTS TO MAKE THIS MAN ANGRY?? I DOOO 🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️

[parkersbliss]

3:1 Ratio | S. Strange

pairing: dr. strange x female reader

wc; 3K

warnings; sexual innuendo, maybe swearing? fast paced and stephen being cocky

synopsis; the three times dr strange saved you and the one time you saved him

a/n: had too much fun writing this lmao

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— ONE

It was a well-known fact that New York was a hot spot for superheroes and supervillains. In fact, it was a common occurrence to wake up to your car smashed to pieces and explain to insurance, “No, this isn’t my fault! It was the purple alien dude.”

Honestly, some people moved to New York just because they liked the thrill of almost dying — or the chance to hook up with one of the heroes.

You didn’t care for either. Rather, you liked the aesthetic of budding coffee shops, high fashion, and maybe the occasional hero.

Now, that certainly didn’t prompt this.

When you ordered your coffee this morning, you had intended on drinking it. The world, it seemed, had other plans. Mere seconds after you were handed your drink, someone came flying through the glass, and your drink was not spared. Whoever it was managed to crash right into you, but with a quick flick of their hand, keeping you both upright. That is after the coffee spilled.

“I’m so sorry about that miss,” He apologized, and you just shake your head.

“It’s fine,” You assure, finally looking up. To your surprise, you find that Dr. Strange is a rather good-looking man. In fact, you never noticed his striking blue eyes or the curve of his nose. And now that you realize you notice these things, maybe you’re standing a little too close together.

The sorcerer claps his hands, and the coffee disappears from both of your clothes. He opens his mouth to say something more when whatever is chasing him starts shooting. He immediately grabs you and hides you behind him, using the cape as a shield.

You watch in slow motion as Dr. Strange spreads his hands and orange sparks fly from between them.

“Like what you see?” He asked.

You’re quick to quip back. “Liked you better when there wasn’t a space alien shooting at us.”

“Once-in-a-lifetime experience.”

“Yeah, I wonder why.”

Dr. Strange chuckles before lassoing the alien in a few quick motions and stepping away from you. He opens a portal, pushing the creature through before flying away to take care of the rest. Now, maybe you imagined it, but you could’ve sworn he looked back at you for a second. Not that it mattered, he was probably just surveying the scene of the coffee shop.

Your favorite coffee shop which was now going to be closed for quite a while, given the damage. You huff, so much for superheroes.

— TWO

“Come on!” You shouted to no one in particular. You pressed on your horn again, trying to see around the car in front of you. There seemed to be no end to the traffic. You couldn’t think of a reason for traffic at this time either. It was way past rush hour and a Tuesday night. Where could all these people be going?

You frown, about to get out of your car, when something slams into you from behind. You jolt forward, feeling your head smack against the steering wheel.

You groan, holding it in your hands, about to turn around and confront the reckless driver when you see it.

An octopus crossed with an eyeball, grabbing people's cars and throwing them off the bridge. You panic, grabbing the handle of the door and pushing hard. Fortunately, it gives way, and you get out and run. Of course, you’re not the only one with this idea, and you quickly run into the problem of many car doors opening and many people moving. You can hear the thing getting closer, and you’re pretty sure the car next to you is next. Your heart slams into your chest as you spin around, looking for an escape. Option one was you could jump off the bridge, and while that would warrant an escape, it would not ensure your survival and that was kind of the goal. Option two was to run back where you came from and hope you don’t look too much like octopus food today. You don’t have time to make that decision though.

In an instant, one of its tentacles comes sweeping across your feet, and you scream, running back towards your car. It seems you peaked the creature's interest though, as it grabs you by your leg and lifts you into the air.

You scream and thrash in its grip, hitting its slimy arms and trying not to gag at the giant eye.

“Please,” You whimper as it pulls you closer.

Death by giant eyeball was not your plan.

You screw your eyes shut when its blinking eye is right in front of your face. Almost like it’s sizing you up for dinner.

Then, there’s the sickening sound of something being cut, and you’re free-falling back down towards the bridge. Almost as fast, something grabs you and lurches you back into the air.

You’re suspended above the bridge, a red cape wrapped around your shoulders and slowly lowering you towards the ground.

“Oh my god,” You gasp when your feet touch the ground.

And then you’re doubled over, emptying your stomach, when a hand grabs your hair to hold it back.

“Is it a mere coincidence that I’m saving your ass again?” A cocky voice asks.

Once you finish puking, you turn to face the sorcerer, frowning. “I just puked my guts out, and that’s what you open with?”

Honestly, you weren’t that annoyed, in fact, maybe your heart was racing for a different reason. There was no doubt you now find Dr. Strange to be a little bit more attractive than you remembered, but pile on that he remembers you from the coffee shop?

Oh yeah, the bar is low.

“Did you want me to comment on the color of your stomach contents?”

You sigh. “No.”

“Maybe a thank you is better,” He suggested with a grin.

You cross your arms over your chest defensively. “You are one cocky son of a bitch.”

Strange makes an “o” shape with his mouth, stepping back. “Got it. Next time I’ll let you get eaten by Mr. eyeball.”

“Don’t even think about it!” You shout as he goes to finish what he probably started.

“We’ve barely met, sweetheart,” He replies with a wink. “You’re acting like we’re best friends, and it’s my job to save you.”

You can’t admit the little ache you felt with that sentence, but you bounce back just as fast. “Oh, I didn’t know you thought so highly of me.”

Strange clicks his tongue; “If I have to save your cute little ass again, I’m supergluing you to my chair.”

“Did you just call my ass cute?” You shout, not offended in the slightest.

“You’re distracting me. Bye!” He calls out, and then he’s gone.

You laugh to yourself, still standing on the bridge. “I do have a cute ass.”

— THREE

You hadn’t seen Dr. Strange since. Not that it bothered you or anything. He was a superhero, and you were merely… you.

But maybe every now and then, you imagined him rescuing you again and asking for your name since you knew his. That was a foolish thought, though. It wasn’t like you had a silly little crush on the sorcerer. Besides, even if you did, Strange was out saving millions of people every day. You doubted he’d even remember you now. You doubted you were on his mind as much as he was yours. The first time he recalled you was probably just luck. And it had been weeks since, so he’s seen plenty of other people and probably cuter asses.

You let out a sigh, digging through your bag and grabbing the key to your apartment. You knew better than to expect anything from the hero. You’d heard enough from Christine about him before. He was arrogant, as much as surgeons were. Yet, somehow, she still spoke of him fondly. She held nothing against him and said, “I hope he’s happy.”

You admired her for that, even after the harsh words he said to her after the accident. You weren’t around then yet, having moved to New York after the blip.

You open the glass door to your apartment complex’s lobby, absentmindedly looking around. The door shuts behind you with a soft click, and you continue towards the elevators. Your finger hovers over the button before the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You whip your head toward the glass doors and watch as some creature thing falls from the sky and lands right in front of the complex.

Almost immediately, the screaming starts, and you frantically start jamming the elevator button, just in case that thing wakes up.

It, of course, does and begins screeching. As soon as it does, ropes of orange shoot out and grab its arms. The creature cries out, its gangly limbs flying around, and within seconds, an individual with a red cape is at your feet.

You scream, jumping back and almost tripping over your own feet. Strange stands up, brushing off his coat, and with a tilt of his head, sends two spells the creature's way. Its tentacles fly out, and you gasp when the spell cuts right through them. Squelching sounds fill the room as they land on the tile floor, still withering. Now, you’d seen a lot of gross things in your life (thanks to your job), but this still somehow ranked in the top ten. The creature screams out, and Strange rolls his eyes as more tentacles start flying towards you.

You duck out of instinct, only to find that Strange had cut that arm off too.

He merely scoffs, sparring one look at you. “Oh, come on now, you couldn’t possibly think I was gonna let this thing take you out, did you?”

“Like you said it’s not like I’m your best friend or anything.”

Strange shrugs. “And yet, I’m on this streak of saving your ass. Wouldn’t wanna ruin what I’m best at.”

You open your mouth to give your own witty reply when the creature surges forward. “Strange, look out!”

You’re a second too late, and the arms grab him and discard him like a child would a toy once bored. Strange’s body collides with yours, and you both go rolling across the white tile, the cape trying to cushion your fall. Strange lands on top of you with a huff, and you just stare back, wide-eyed in disbelief.

“You know, there’s typically an exchange of formalities before this point, but I don’t mind,” He winks.

“You can’t be serious,” You reply, trying to roll out from under him.

“But I am. Listen, if you’re gonna be under me, you might as well tell me your name, so I know what to—,”

“(Y/N),” You cut him off, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. “It’s (Y/N) (L/N).”

You blink, and Strange lifts off of you with a smirk and offers his hand. “(Y/N), how lovely to meet you.”

You step back as soon as another tentacle comes flying between the two of you.

“If you’re done trying to get into my pants, you could kill this thing!” You shout, jumping back again.

Strange frowns. “And here I was thinking the fun was just beginning.”

You don’t have a reply because Strange has the creature in a hold, and suddenly it vanishes into nothing. Well, if nothing was a pile of black steaming goo.

“You couldn’t have done that sooner?”

The sorcerer shrugs. “I wouldn’t have gotten your name if I had.”

“You did all this for my name?” You asked in disbelief.

You don’t get the courtesy of an answer as Strange walks through one of his portals with a shit-eating grin. “See you around, (Y/N).”

“Stephen—!” You scream, met with sparks and a very damaged front lobby.

You stomp your foot on the ground out of frustration. First the coffee shop and now your home? You just hope next isn’t your heart.

Although, you’re not sure if you’d be mad if that was the case…

— ONE

“Oh, it’s bad,” Christine said with a giggle.

You swatted her away with a frown. “It’s so not!”

“It so is,” She replied. “You have a crush on my ex, Dr. Strange!” She howls with laughter, and you’re thankful she’s not mad yet, not amused with the teasing.

“Tell the whole hospital, would you?” You whisper shout, glancing around to see if anyone heard.

“And he’s soooooo into you,” Christine said, nudging your shoulder.

You feel your face heat up. “You think so?”

“(Y/N), I dated that man. I know.”

“And it’s not weird?”

She shakes her head with a smile, flashing you with her ring. “Not a problem at all. Two hotheads, perfect for each other. Should I also add arrogant surgeons to the list?"

You roll your eyes at her. “I’m not arrogant—”

“Just confident,” Christine finished for you. “I know. Probably why he likes you so much.”

“Really?”

“I mean that or he wants a piece of that hot, sexy body or that cute little—”

“Okay,” You said with a clap. “I’ll see you on break.”

“If you’re not screwing him in a supply closet, that is!” Christine calls out, disappearing down the hall.

“Christine!”

You could hear her laugh as she rounded the corner. You shake your head, not denying that wouldn’t be the worst scenario. You return to your post in the ER, consulting all the patients. Everything appeared to be under control, no need for emergency surgery. You smile at the charge nurse, double-checking that she doesn’t have anything incoming before saying you’re gonna see if they need help in general. She nods, promising to page you if someone comes in. You’re just about to leave, hand on the door, when there’s a crash and people start shouting.

“Dr. (L/N)!”

You rush over, dropping to your knees next to the patient. Madi, the charge nurse, begins shouting orders demanding a stretcher from Dr. Belfar and any other free people.

You place two fingers on the patient's pulse point, before shouting, “Code blue! I need a code team, now!”

The patient had landed on their back, and you flip them over to begin CPR when a gasp leaves your lips. It was Strange.

“Dr. (L/N)?” Dr. Belfar asked.

You shake your head. “Nothing. Just not every day you see a hero in the ER.”

With one hand laced over the other, you straighten your arms and start CPR. You try not to panic, recalling that Strange was a sorcerer and there was no possible way he was going to die. You get to thirty right as the code team arrives, letting them take over.

“External bleeding, possible fibula fracture. We need an ultrasound to check for internal bleeding in the abdomen and an x-ray. Does anyone know what happened?”

Belfar shakes his head. “No, he just walked in and collapsed.”

“Clear!” One of the members of the code team shouts. You watch, in anticipation, as they deliver the shock and wait a few seconds.

There’s a beep, and you exhale in relief. “Sinus rhythm returned. I want those tests now!”

You help get Strange on a stretcher and wheel him into one of the trauma bays as a nurse grabs the ultrasound and another goes to get the emergency x-ray equipment. The nurse cuts through Strange’s clothes, squirting gel on his abdomen before handing you the ultrasound. His stomach is rock hard, and you can see the blood pooling in on the screen. Meanwhile, the nurse got an x-ray of his leg, confirming the fracture. “He has a perforated bowel! Move him up to surgery now and call ortho for his leg. They’ll have to wait.”

The nurse nods, punching a number into the phone to get you an OR.

“Belfar, with me! Let’s move.”

The next few minutes blur together as you rush upstairs and grab your surgical team before tagging in and getting ready. Strange lays on the table. His face is cut off, so you can only see what needs to be operated on. You nod to your team, taking your place next to the table.

“Scalpel,” You said, feeling the cool metal in your gloved hand. You take a deep breath to remind yourself this was like any other case you’d seen in the past. Never mind that this was Dr. Strange, protector of Earth’s reality. And never mind the fact that you had a huge crush on him. What mattered now was pulling him through this surgery.

You, of course, have performed this one many times in New York, so you were confident in your abilities for Strange to make a full recovery, but things could always go wrong, and that fact seemed to bug you much more now.

“I must say I wouldn’t have thought it would turn out this way,” a voice said. You scream, backing away only to find you didn’t move. But that wasn’t the weird part. No, the weird part was that you could see yourself.

You could see the thin line of blood that escaped as you cut into Strange’s abdomen and the steady movement of your hands.

“What the hell is this?” You whisper, turning to face the ghostly-looking Dr. Strange in the corner.

“Astral projections,” He said simply. “I figured it was best to not scare you while you save my life.”

“It was about time I repay you the favor.”

“Indeed, Dr. (L/N),” He smirks at you, flying forward. “So since we have some time to kill, I was wondering what else do I not know about you?”

You hum. “Well, you know where I live, my name, my job. What do you want to know?”

“The chances of me taking you on a date when I wake up.”

There’s a part of you that wants to say zero percent, just for the fun of it, but you don’t. There’s only one answer you can think of as you eye the sorcerer. “One hundred percent.”

Stephen raises his brows. “Did I make that lasting of an impression on the lady?”

You snort. “Oh, please. I just want your constant protection 24/7.”

“Ah,” Stephen tuts. “Good thing I’m a packaged deal.”

“Do the magic powers come with it?”

Stephen chuckles, “No, but you do get one free kiss coupon when I wake up. Consider it my thank you for saving my life.”

You smile, “Deal.”

— THE END —

🏷 dr strange taglist: @thelaststraw3

[legend-of-thyme]

Today is @ikaishere 's birthday (at least in my time zone, and I know I'm barely squeaking it in here) and tomorrow is mine. I borrowed the modern AU boys to write some sibling fluff and GrooZeLink. Hope you had a great birthday!!!

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“What do you guys think? The feather earrings or the swords?” Sky turns his head side to side critically eyeing his reflection in the mirror.

“Personally I think you should worry more about finding some pants first,” drawls Wars from where he’s sprawled over bed without even looking up from his phone. “Sun and Groose might not mind your ratty old pajama shorts, but the restaurant will probably have some objections”. 

Sky flops backwards into a pile of laundry with a groan earning himself an indignant squeak from Wind. 

“Sky!” he complains, snatching up one of his hands before he can run it through his hair. “You’re going to ruin my masterpiece” 

“Sorry, sorry,” he replies, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. “At least my nails will look nice even if I have to go dressed in a burlap sack”. Wind beams and he can’t help but smile. The kid did a good job on the nails, even forgoing his usual favorite neon oranges for a softer shade of blue coated in white crackle.

Warrior’s eye roll is nearly audible. “Don’t be dramatic. Didn’t you buy a skirt for tonight just last week?”

“That was before I knew we were going indoor skydiving between the escape room and dinner! I have to bring a change of clothes and if I put it in my bag it will get all horrible and wrinkly.”

Wind pokes through one of the discarded piles of shirts, picking things up to examine them before tossing them to the side. “Just wear your date jeans. It’s your birthday. Shouldn’t you just wear what you like?”

Sky pouts. Wind is right of course, but it’s the principle of the thing. He has plenty of clothes that hit the sweet spot of being comfortable while also making him feel confident and attractive, but he’s hoping for more tonight. Something to really wow his partners. There’s a warmth that curls through his chest whenever Groose gives him a slow once over and a low whistle, or when Sun reaches out to trace the pattern of his shirt or play with a bit of lace or tassel that he would bottle and keep forever if he could. And maybe War’s is right and he is being a little dramatic, but that warmth is going to be his birthday present to himself if he has to turn his closet inside out to get it. 

A balled up sock hits him in the head, breaking him from his thoughts. He looks around in time to seek Wars drop his phone on the bedside table and swing to his feet. 

“Do you trust me?,” he asks, smiling.

“A terrifying question,” Wind mutters under his breath and Sky can’t help snorting a laugh into his fist as Warriors sticks his tongue out at their youngest brother, dignity forgotten. 

“I would trust Wild at this point if it gets me to my date on time”.

“All right then,” Wars cracks his knuckles with a grin. “Grab your date jeans. We’ll pair them with Sun’s old band shirt she did that diy fringe on”.

“The ‘without music life would B♭’ one? Are you sure?” Sky frowns as Wind begins searching. 

“Very. The stupid pun makes you smile and it shows a little skin,” Wars nods and circles him slowly as he pulls on the clothes. “The purple silk scarf would make a cute belt and if you promise not to scuff them I’ll lend you my jacquard docs”. He nods, satisfied. “It’s going to get cold tonight so you should top it off with Groose’s old leather jacket you stole when he wanted to get rid of it”. 

Sky spins slowly, getting a feel for the outfit and letting Wars examine his work before turning to the mirror. It’s comfortable and easy to move in and the shoes and belt make it feel special enough for a date outfit. Wind clambers up onto the bed behind him and swiftly does up the clasp to a necklace before jumping down to hug onto his side. He reaches up and smiles softly as he feels the familiar iris brooch.

“There,” Wars returns his smile and ruffles Wind’s hair. “Now you look perfect”.

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“Sky!” Sun calls, rushing across the parking lot to pull him down for a kiss before leaning her head on his shoulder and tangling her fingers in the beaded tassels of his shirt. “We were starting to worry you’d fallen asleep or something.”

He sticks his tongue out at her and hugs her tighter, admiring the way she looks with his old fuzzy green sweater hanging off one shoulder. “And miss my perfect birthday date? Never. I bet Legend we could beat the escape room’s record time”. 

Butterflies erupt in his stomach even as he teases her, reminding him of the early days of his crush.

“Well, well, well,” Groose saunters more slowly across the lot, hands shoved in his pockets. “I never thought I’d see the day, but I think you wear that jacket better than I ever did”. He pulls Sky in to kiss him, once on the lips and once on the forehead, before holding him at arms length and whistling slowly. “I like the different earrings”. 

The different– Sky’s hands fly to his ears and, sure enough, he’s still wearing one feather earring and one sword. “Yeah,” he says, doing his best to sound casual and knowing he’s failing, “I wanted to try something new”.

Groose smiles down at him knowingly as Sun bursts into laughter. He can feel his cheeks reddening and desperately searches for a change in subject. “What about you?” he asks Groose, gesturing at his too tight plaid shirt. “You look like you’re about to burst out of that thing? Where did you even get–”

He cuts himself off and looks at the shirt again. “Wait. That’s my shirt.” He looks between them, baffled as Sun begins to grin and Groose looks sheepish and almost nervous. “Are you both wearing my clothes?”

“We thought it might be fun to match,” Groose admits, embarrassed. “You’re wearing our things”.

“It was Groose’s idea,” Sun nods enthusiastically. “And I told Wars to text us what you picked out. Did you really change your outfit six times?”

Warmth blazes through Sky’s chest as he looks at his partners. It’s such a fun idea and the sort of thing he would normally suggest. The sort of thing other people had teased him for in the past. They put so much effort into today and they did it all for him. His mouth opens and closes and he finds himself at a loss for what to say. What words could possibly be enough?

Sky swallows the lump in his throat and beams at them as hard as he can. “I really love you guys, you know?”.

[sasster]

laeche and...reid?

Call it self preservation, call it paranoia, or even call it agoraphobia, whatever anyone wants to call it, the fact is a simple one; Reid makes an effort to stay where he is safe and sound in Koteus’s hive.

In the five years since he found himself stuck on Alternia, he can count on just his two hands the amount of times he’s left the safety of the secluded territory. Even then, most of that was moving from the safety of one hive to the next. Which is why his current existence at the farmer’s market just outside of the House of Restoration is such a marvel.

The trolls shuffling around him don’t even know they’re dealing with a tried and true homebody.

He stands awkwardly near a stand that claims to sell some sort of berry from some distant colony planet, cultivated here on Alternian soil.

An alien fruit, the only thing he has anything in common with aside from Alli, the person who got him all disguised up and dragged him out here in the first place.

they disappeared into the crowd ages ago, in his effort to find them he found himself here with this alien fruit.

Reid stares at the berries blankly, wondering what the chances of him being allergic to these orange raspberry shaped fruits might be. He isn’t allergic to regular berries, but alien, Alternian raised berries might prove to explode human heads or something.

Suddenly the edges of his vision start to blur and it feels like his heart is about to pound its way out of his chest.

The world starts spinning.

He needs to find Alli.

He turns on his heels and starts to go in the direction he last saw them go in.

Slam!

He walks directly into the chest of a stranger that must’ve been standing too close. Or maybe he took too big a stride.

All he knows is that briefly his world is engulfed in soft gray fabric and then two steady hands grip his shoulders and hold him in place, arms length apart.

“Hey, bud. Aren’t you going to get my name before motorboating me?”

The voice belonging to the pair of hands, laced in a bit of humor, grounds him, but just enough to realize he is standing much too close to a stranger. He pulls away quite dramatically and stares up at the troll.

Sweater with a fleet emblem, purple eyes, fuck.

All that’s missing is some facepaint.

Reid takes a half step back.

His eyes are kind, hands up to show he doesn’t mean any harm, with a slouch that indicates he is trying to portray a more lax stature.

Anyone can fake those things.

Reid’s eyes dart from the troll in front of him to the rest of the crowd milling through the market.

He must look like he is about to dart himself because the stranger sets a hand on his shoulder again.

“Hey. Stay with me kid. You don’t look so hot.”

“I need to find my friend.”

“Can’t even find your own feet.” He says with a small laugh, almost pitying in nature, as he gently guides Reid to sit at a curb. The panicked human does nothing to fight against it. His voice is actually pretty soothing. “Got a name?”

“Casper. My name is Casper.”

“Alrighty Casper. I’m Laeche. Lai’s good too. How about you take a drink of that water there and we sit here and wait for your friend together?”

Reid nods slowly, patting around for the water bottle hanging off of his backpack. When he finds and unclips it he drinks in big gulps while keeping his eye on the purple blood.

His heart thrums in his throat still.

Laeche.

He seems content to just sit there fiddling with his purchases for the day, then he takes out his phone and swipes through what must be a list, and back to fussing in his bags.

“It’s the craziest thing, Cas. I get back home for the first time in a handful of perigees, I got two brats sending me to the market for ingredients.”

“Is it laziness?”

“They love to boss me around.” He shakes his head. “Crazy, right?”

“I know the feeling.”

“Speaking of. Feeling better?”

Before Reid can answer, someone casts a shadow over the pair and Laeche adjusts himself to take a more defensive posture over him.

The figure speaks before he gets a chance to see.

“Casper!”

It’s Alli. Thank god. thank god he didn’t take off when he wanted to.

“Rorian! You disappeared.”

Just like that, the purple blood relaxes and continues to dig in his bag.

“Yeah. Sorry about that.” They rub the back of their head as they mumble their apology. Excitable nature temporarily muted to leave room for sincerity. “Did you make a new friend?!”

“This is Laeche.”

“Hola.” Laeche says with a half wave as he stands.

“Hola!” Is Alli’s enthusiastic reply. “Leaving already?”

“Yeah. I need to find some peppers. It’s been real, Casper. Rorian take good care of my buddy here, will you?”

“You got it, chief!”

As he walks by he mumbles something into Alli’s ear that Reid doesn’t quite catch. They immediately gasp and rip their backpack off to dig around for something in it.

“What’s up?” Reid asks with the tilt of his head, standing up now.

“Heh, uhm. Don’t freak out,” they request quietly, as calmly as they can, as they pull up a small jar of paint from the bag. “He said you’re sweating through on the back of your neck.”

[yennasun]

The color gang(+Purple + MT) bakes a cake but MT don't know how to bake so the color gang teaches him

Sometimes it's nice to steer away from angst content for a bit, though I do hope I get plenty of angst requests.

On a side note, I don't know how to bake either so I actually had to look up a guide for this LOL

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"Hey mango!" He'd broken out of his trance while he put his newfound reading skills to good use, courtesy of yellow.

"Huh?" He yelled back

"Come out here, we're gonna do some baking?" Mango cocked an eyebrow, he'd never heard THAT term before.

...baking...?

He sounded the word out in his head, trying to figure out what it could mean based on the syllables but could not reach a conclusion.

He must've been thinking for too long because purple knocked again.

"Uhh mango?"

"Wh-yeah I'll be right out."

"Great!" They heard purples footsteps progressively get quieter.

Only one way to find out...ahh what the hell, why not.

He thought as he threw his clothes on.

Baking...he'd never heard of it in his life, he'd came across small businesses called "bakeries" but he'd never been inside of one.

Maybe they're the same thing? Or maybe bakeries sell these...bakes?

He was deep in thought as he made gist way down the hall, surprisingly he saw no one in the living room so he assumed they were outside.

He started for the door but stopped in the kitchen once he saw a few of the gang in there.

Purple, second, blue and red were all kitted out with bright white aprons and they'd gathered many different dishes out.

"Glad you could make it." Blue patted him on the shoulder.

"...what are we doing?" MT asked

"Baking, duh." Second responded.

"Alright fellas, let's get started." Purple clapped their hands together.

Blue and orange grabbed some powdery looking bags while purple grabbed some eggs and a jug of some kind of syrup.

Blue had gathered a few more dishes and plugged the mixer In.

"First thing we need is a cup of vegetable oil" Purple said, handing the bottle to MT and sliding a large metal bowl in front of him.

A cup...like a drinking cup?

He guessed as much and began pouring the oil in the bowl, but purple was quick to catch this.

"Woah woah, chill out with the oil." Purple came running over.

"I thought you said you wanted a cup?" MT said in confusion.

"Not like that, like...oh. I guess I forgot to give you a measuring cup...my bad" They rubbed the back of their neck.

They went through a drawer and grabbed what looked to be a Keychain of a few different sizes of measures.

They set the largest one down in front of him before pouring the oil filled bowl into a funnel and back into the bottle.

"Fill this up but don't put it in the bowl, that's for something else."

He did as commanded.

Purple then handed him some eggs while they worked on the powders.

MT stood still with the eggs, looking around while they began sifting the cocoa powder, brown sugar baking soda, salt, flour etc.

Eventually purple walked back over to MT and pulled him aside.

"Why're you just standing there, have you ever done this?" They cocked their head to the side

MT looked away for a second before answering.

"...no." he said ashamed.

"That's alright, we'll teach you!" Purple had that smile painted on their face that would brighten anyone's day.

They brought MT over to the mixer.

"We're working on the batter right now, I need you to Crack those eggs in this bowl.

MT did so but had to Don gloves to pick out some shell pieces that got in.

"We're gonna mix these on low until they're nice and fluffy." They explained as they turned the mixer on.

MT turned the mixer off once the eggs were yellow and mixed completely.

"Mango, remeber what this is. It's a sifter." They cranked the level on it causing a mechanism to spin.

They began to pour all of the powders through is as purple continued to spin it, it all got mixed together and came out looking as such in the bowl.

"Blue is the oven preheated?" Second asked

Blue turned and gave him a thumbs up before taking MT and the bowl to the mixer.

They handed MT the bowl.

"Pour it in, then start the mixer." He instructed

MT got the mixture in, and his hand made his way to the switch.

"Wait wait waitwaitwait!" Second yelled.

But it was too late, he'd already flipped the wrong switch and the mixture went at full blast, sending the powder directly into MTs face. Thankfully he manged to close his eyes in time, but his pride remained damaged.

Second looked at him for a few seconds before MT slowly turned to him and opened his eyes.

The sight made second turn away laughing his ass off so hard it came out in wheezes.

"What happened, wait mango look at me." Blue Said.

He immediately started laughing once MT looked at him.

Purple grabbed a wet cloth and started to wipe it from his face, their hands shaking from laughter. Eventually mango took it from their hand and did it himself.

The three took a second to recover while MT splashed water on his face to get the rest out.

Once it was done, they made a new mixture but this time mango helped.

"This is cocoa powder" Purple held the container up in front of him.

"It's gonna give it that taste and color along with the brown sugar." They finished

They walked MT through the rest of the ingredients as he listened intently, it was clear purple was enjoying themselves.

Second put the mixture in the mixing bowl and turned it on to the lowest setting while

Blue grabbed the jug that purple said was "vanilla extract."

They threw all the liquids into the mixture until it'd turned into a creamy batter, they then poured it into 2 small cake pans and threw them in the oven.

After about 15 minutes, they'd been baked all the way through.

Everyone stared in shock as MT grabbed both pans out bare-handed.

"...doesn't that hurt?" Second asked

"Nope, I'm heat resistant." MT shook his head

"No wonder you like the nether so much.' He replied

Giving them some time to cool, they carefully removed the two from their pans.

MT took no part in this and did so voluntarily, stating that he was too clumsy to be of any help.

Blue put vanilla frosting at the top of one of them and stacked the other on top of it.

Purple and MT were in charge of frosting the sides and top of the whole thing.

Purple opted to put vanilla on the sides and chocolate on the top, MT did not argue.

The two soon got finished, it didn't look clean or pretty courtesy of MT but it'd surely taste great!

"Wait, one more thing!" Blue said as they brought the bowl MT had poured oil in earlier.

He poured the contents of it on top, which turned out to be melted chocolate.

"All right, great job everyone! Now let's go eat." Second said as MT took the cake to the table.

Blue called everyone else in and they all came in quickly.

Red was especially excited as she'd just got out of school and green looked at the cake with glee.

"Wow guys...this looks great!" Green said looking at the three.

"Go thank him too, he was a big help." Blue pointed to MT, who was quietly washing dishes.

"You actually got him to help?!" Green asked in surprise.

"Yeah, surprisingly didn't take much. Might be because he's never done this before..." second added

Yellow came in soon after and they all started eating, except for MT.

He continued to clean and be lowkey with his head dipped down discreetly until purple got his attention and beckoned him to the table.

He looked from purple to the rest of the gang before green of all people encouraged him.

"You can take a little break, cmon over and try this!" MT nodded and sat down at an empty seat.

Second gave him a slice and he took a peice off with his fork before trying it.

He was amazed at how the flavors seemed to burst in his mouth with a sweetness that he hadn't known in years...not since-

Don't think about that, this is different. You can appreciate it without getting upset

His mind soothed.

MT was giving no indication that it'd been any different than any normal meal, but as the others were starting to learn, MT was more subtle with his thoughts and emotions. He preferred not to share either, so you had to read his body language.

His eyes shone and he seemed to eat slowly to savor it, atypical since he always ate quickly to avoid conversation with the others.

Once he ate his slice he nodded his head before getting back up and finishing the job he was pulled from.

Once everyone had left and MT was finishing off by wiping the counters dry, purple tapped him on the arm.

He let out a silent "hmm" before looking over his shoulder to see purples shy expression.

"Hey...I know you usually don't do things like this but...I'm still glad you joined us anyways cuz they've been wanting to spend some time with you." That last statement made MT stop in his tracks and turn back to them.

"Why?" He asked simply

"Well...I'm not too sure. But if I had to guess it's because they're starting to warm up to you." MT simply hummed in response.

"I think you should do the same...start warming up to them." Oh boy, this topic again.

Even if purple knew nothing about MTs history they HAD to have picked up on the fact that he wasn't very social.

But he lied, not wanting an argument to come from nothing.

"I don't know how." There, a half truth.

"And that's okay, you'll figure it out eventually but you first have to try." They said as they backed up towards the living room.

"Maybe." He responded.

Purple seemed more or less satisfied with that answer and left him alone.

He went through the living room and began making his way to his room but passed the gang sitting by the TV watching the fights.

"Hey mango, you should come watch!" Second pointed at the screen as he spoke.

He met purples hopeful gaze and nearly obliged until he actually looked at the screen.

He took one look at the two fighters who were already bleeding and began to feel nauseous, he didn't exactly have a soft stomach but he felt like he was gonna hurl.

"No" he said gruffly

Second let out a sigh

"Suit yourself." His voice lowered a bit.

He couldn't help but see purples sad and disappointed eyes and sped his pace to his room just a bit.

He shut the door quietly and laid down in his bed before thinking about the events of the day.

Forgetting about his most recent occurrence, he allowed the rest of the day to play put in his mind and smiled.

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For some reason, when I was writing the scene where MT gets powder on his face I kept thinking about this image

I decided to write MTs dialogue more spartan-like, making his responses very concise and clear with typically only a few words per sentence.

I hope you like it, I'm starting to really enjoy doing these requests

[the-fiction-witch]

Hunt

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Cute

Concept Easter Egg Hunt

I smiled as I stood in the kitchen making breakfast loading up the plates and taking them to the table as I heard the little feet bolting down the stairs and she quickly jumped into my arms

"Good Morning!" She smiled

"Morning little one" I smiled picking her up letting her rest on my hip and giving her little blonde head a kiss

"Happy easter Mummy"

"Awww happy easter sweetheart, Come on have your breakfast," I told her sitting her up on the table so she could have her pancakes "Where's your father?" I asked her as I filled up her orange juice

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Thomas says as he came down the stairs and into the kitchen "Hi honey" he smiled giving my cheek a kiss

"Hi, breakfast" I smiled

"Ohhh pancakes!" he smiled happily sitting to have his pancakes "Morning Ellena"

"Morning Daddy" she giggled giving him a cuddle

"You excited for easter hunt?"

"Yeah!" Ellena smiled excitedly "I'm going to get all the eggs"

"I'm sure you will" I smiled as the both finished their breakfast "Daddy's going to get you dressed while I check the easter bunny has done a good job in the garden"

"Yes, I am" Thomas nods clearly having no clue I was about to tell him that "Come on little one, let's get you dressed," He says picking her up

"Can I wear my bunny dress?" she asks as he carried her away

"Of course, got to wear your bunny dress at easter," He says

I put the dishes into the dishwasher and made sure the garden looked as it should do opening up the doors up for her and soon enough she bolted down with Thomas following along behind her

"Awww don't you look sweet" I smiled at her as she had her hair up in little buns, her little pink and purple dress with little rabbits across the bottom, her white socks and little purple shoes

"Thank you mummy" she smiled doing a little spin

"Let's go see what the easter bunny has left for you" I smiled taking her to the door where her little chalkboard stood where I'd drawn a little bunny paw print and 'Happy Easter Ellena' the little envelope leaned against the board and her little empty pink easter basket by the door

"Huuuu! Mummy, He left me a big basket!" she smiled

"What does the little letter say?" Thomas asked her

"I have twenty-five eggs to find, My eggs are pink to match my basket" she smiled so she happily took her basket and bolted into the garden excitedly "I found one!" she smiled bolting to the shed window where a pink egg sat

"She's gonna sleep well tonight" Thomas laughed taking the mug I set out for him

"She always does on easter"

"Yeah because you are really good at hiding eggs. Seriously. if we could put international secrets in easter eggs MI5 would have hired you years ago" he chuckled sipping his mug and immediately being puzzled "This is not coffee?"

"It is not."

"...I'm not driving anywhere I take it?"

"Nope. Home all day"

"Ooohh fun" He smiled happily having more

"You have thirty" I smiled handing him his own blue basket

"Really?"

"Yep."

"I'm an adult."

"Don't want it?" I asked going to take it away

"Ehhh! my basket!"

"There blue. when you find them all you get your present"

"I love you"

"I love you too" I smiled giving him a kiss before he too bolted into the garden.

I smiled grabbed my book and my glass of wine heading out and sitting in my chair in the sweet sunshine.

"Ooohh bubbles" Ellina smiled as they had been searching for hours around our garden and it was lovely to have some peace

"It's not opening egg time," I told her

"But Daddy opened his egg!"

"it broke open when I dropped it" Thomas argued

"Put the fruit winder back in the egg Thomas," I told him "Put the bubbles back in the egg Ellina"

"Yes mummy," she says

"Fine" Thomas sighed "Oohh another egg!" he smiled "its not fair to burry the eggs honey!" he argues

"It's a sandbox you're meant to dig" I argued.

Once all the eggs had been gathered we sat up the table and they both opened up all the little eggs getting the small toys and treats from within counting up all their little eggs

"Done" she smiled

"Perfect now we take all the plastic eggs in the basket and what do we do?"

"Send them back to easter bunny!"

"Exactly we send them back to easter bunny so he can put them all out next year" I smiled taking her basket full of empty eggs putting it into a 'magic' box and tipping the eggs out and filling it with the chocolate foil wrapped eggs from the store and a bunny plush, and handing her now filled basket back "Oohh heavy this year, Guess easter bunny has heard the rising price of eggs" I laughed giving her the basket so she could add her little toys to it and she ran off to her room "Done?"

"Yes," he smiled just emptying his last egg "You don't need to use the magic box. I'm not a child"

"Your not fun" I complained taking his basket of empty eggs tipping them out and adding the bottles of beer and some other little presents returning the basket to him

"wooo! thank you, honey"

"You're welcome" I smiled giving him a kiss

"Why does she get chocolate and plushies? and I get beer and socks?"

"Because your an adult" I smiled "And lets be honest thomas you eat a whole large easter egg, thats enough sugar to put you in a coma"

"True, thank you for my presents" He smiled giving my cheek a kiss

"Your welcome"

[amphibia-words-suggest]

Anne wakes up in a dream. 

Well, obviously she doesn't actually wake up, because, y'know, it's a dream, but she wakes up in the sense that she opens her eyes in the dream and looks around and feels awake, and it's a strange sensation. 

She glances down at her hands - a trick she remembers learning, somewhere, to tell if you're in a dream - and sees that she has five clearly defined fingers on each hand. (If it were a dream, they'd be wobbly and maybe she'd have too many or not enough of them.)

She's also in her Amphibian armor, which should be way too small on her now- no, wait, she's shorter, too, and skinnier, with leaves in her hair- is she back in her thirteen year-old body? 

Okay, that's weird. Maybe a little more than weird.

As she looks around in confusion, she sees that the world around her is all dark (almost black) red and orange and purple hues, and she doesn't actually feel solid ground underneath her feet so much as something there that she's standing on. 

"I just... didn't wanna be alone." 

Anne's head shoots up, eyes widening. That's Marcy's voice- she'd know it anywhere. 

"Marcy?" 

No response, then: 

"I-I just need to-" 

Anne breaks into a run- the sounds are bouncing around in here, but they're clearly coming from somewhere up ahead. As she runs, Marcy's voice echoes through the space, pounding on the inside of her head and vibrating in her bones. 

"I-I'm sorry... for everything." 

"I know what I did was super dumb, I'm so sorry."

"Let me go!"

"Wh-what is this? Huh-?"

Anne's sprinting screeches to a halt at the unearthly scream that erupts from the darkness, covering her ears with a wince even though it does little to help. 

"Marcy! Marcy, where are you? What's going on??"

Everything shifts for a moment, and it almost seems like walls rise out of the floor, though they're no more "physical" than anything else that Anne's encountered so far.

The girl turns around slowly and immediately freezes in place. 

A dozen orange eyes, so big they take up the nonexistent horizon, narrow at a girl clad in dark armor, down on her knees with her arms wrapped around herself. It's strange- when Anne looks directly at her, she sees just Marcy, scared and tiny in the sickening orange spotlight. But when she watches out of the corner of her eye, Anne swears there are twisted horns branching from the other girl's head. 

Anne ducks behind a "wall", eyes wide and her hand over her mouth to hold in her scream before the Core can fix all of its eyes on her. 

It's... "voice", if you could even call it that, is made up of overlapping screams and sobs and careful, slow words. It hurts Anne's head to listen as it speaks to Marcy in an almost condescending, disappointed tone. 

You betrayed them, little one. This is all your fault. 

Anne bites back the urge to jump out into the open and punch it in the face. Except it doesn't really have a face. Eye?

"I-I never meant for anyone to get hurt," Marcy whimpers, but her voice sounds distant. "I just... didn't want to lose them."

It's been ten years, Anne thinks, mind spinning. My nightmares about what happened have never been this bad since at least college. 

And yet here she is, lost in a dream, Marcy sobbing just a little while away from her while a monster from another dimension - a monster that was supposed to be long-dead - taunts her. 

We'd be more than happy to help you fix things and make amends, you know. You've made more mistakes than you'd believe, Wit. And we are the only solution to your problems. 

"Leave her alone!" Anne finally manages, once she's heard enough. She was done not standing up for herself the people she cared about years ago- it's about time she finally put that character growth to good use. "Any problems she has, we can work through together, because we're friends, something you would never understand! You are dead and burned, assholes!" 

The orange gets brighter, mixing with dark red and neon yellow, making Anne wince and her eyes water. Marcy's silhouette, now barely visible against the violent backdrop, a dark purple-green shadow with all specific features indecipherable, stiffens and she turns around. 

"YOu shoULdN't be HEre."

Anne swears the noirette has a dozen tangerine eyes that stare into and through her, and then the floor drops out from under the Thai girl and she plummets out of the dream and back into conciousness. 

Anne shoots up in bed, one hand grasping the fabric of her shirt desperately as she tries to catch her breath. Marcy and Sasha are laying beside her, both sound asleep- Sasha's drooling a little, snoring, and Marcy's face is screwed up in discomfort. 

...As if she's having a nightmare. 

Anne reaches to wake her up, then hesitates. Her own mind is still running a mile per minute, trying to process what just happened. Instead of waking the other girl up, Anne lays back down and wraps herself around Marcy, and under her touch she feels the other girl subconciously slacken, the tension gone in an instant. 

Tomorrow I'll figure out what the fuck just happened. It's too late to deal with anything right now, anyways.

[angy-mouse]

Chapter 5: The Big Day

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You groaned as the curtains were thrown open, rolling over to escape the horrible daylight that pierced your closed eyelids. “It’s time to get up, Your Majesty,” Niki hummed, cheerfully yanking the covers out of your grip and pulling them down to the foot of your bed where you couldn’t reach them. She was learning. How terrible.

You let out another guttural groan, stubbornly keeping your eyes shut. “Niki, I was up until nearly dawn signing bills and contracts. Unless the palace is on fire, let me sleep.”

She simply hummed, spinning on her heel and making her way slowly to the door to your chambers, making sure you heard every footstep. “Very well, Your Highness. I suppose I shall tell your new concubines and their families to turn their carriages around.”

You had a few seconds of satisfaction before your brain kicked in and you gasped, shooting up in your sheets. “It’s ceremony day,” you wheezed out, tumbling out of bed. “Fuck, fuck, fuckity- quit looking so smug and help me find a dress, Niki!”

She watched you scramble into the bathroom with a fond shake of her head before wandering into your closet to find a suitable dress. Something formal but not extravagant, she mused, maybe off the shoulder- you always looked especially good in those. “Sweetie,” she called out as she studied the rack. “Did you have a color in mind?”

You spat your mouthwash into the sink, dutifully scrubbing your face clean. The last thing you needed before you stood in front of four kingdoms’ nobility was acne. “Um- not green! That’s Selgia’s color. Not purple either- or orange- dammit, there’s no color that’s safe! Fuck it: go with red! I didn’t want to wear the same color for my first two official events as Emperor, but I can’t risk wearing something that could be associated with one of the concubines’ nations.”

“Red it is,” she hummed, picking out a lovely deep red silk gown with a wide collar that would barely hang on your shoulders and flowery gold lace along the edges. Different enough from the extravagant red, white, and gold ballgown you wore at your coronation, she figured. It certainly wouldn’t hurt that you’d look mighty sexy in it. She wanted to see those snooty princes swoon over you. “Heels or flats?”

You hummed in thought as you wrestled your hair into something that could loosely be considered presentable. “Heels: we’ll be sitting for the feast, but when I’m standing, I want to feel tall.”

“Stilts, then,” she teased as she set out a matching pair of red heels. “If that’s all, Your Majesty, lunch can be ready when you are and the concubines and their families will start arriving in three hours.”

You froze, brush stuck in your hair as you slowly turned around to look at her through the open bathroom door. “Niki… darling… if no one’s arriving for another three hours, then why the hell am I rushing to get ready?”

She simply skipped out of the room with a smile- the kind you got when you knew the emperor would never dare fire you. “Have a nice lunch, sweetie, I’ll see you at the ceremony!”

“You’re a wolf in sheep's clothing, Niki!” You shook your head with a fond smile as the door closed solidly behind her, taking your time finishing getting ready while you went over what you would need to do before guests arrived. You needed to check on the kitchen and the musicians, make sure there were enough tables and chairs for all the guests, finalize the seating, greet every concubine personally as soon as they arrive-

“Are you decent, Your Majesty?”

You draped yourself over your vanity, hiking your nightgown up to your thigh, the picture of seduction- or maybe clumsiness. “Never, my love,” you called out, hearing Minx enter your bedroom anyway. She checked the entry points before spotting you, staring blankly through the open door.

“You look like you’re about to fall off.”

“I am,”  you admitted, stumbling to your feet. 

“Idiot,” she chuckled fondly. “Shall I call down your lunch order to the kitchen?”

“No, I’ll be taste-testing everything for the meal tonight, so I think I’ll skip lunch.”

You pointedly kept your eyes on the mirror as you painted your lips red, knowing you were getting the stink-eye of the century, but you would not be intimidated. “Pumpkin,” she growled, “you know how I feel about you skipping meals. I’d hate to tie you down again on your big day.”

“I’m not skipping, per se,” you half-mumbled, devious mind building an excuse to get you out of being hog-tied and force fed- again. “I have to taste every dish being prepared for the feast- I’m having a snack buffet instead of a usual meal.” You smacked your lips together, deeming yourself gorgeous and making to speed-walk out of your room before Minx could get her hands on you. “Now, chop chop, we have so much to do and only a few hours to do it, we mustn’t be-” You yelped as she hooked an arm around your waist and hoisted you over her shoulder, chain mail digging into your stomach. “Minx, please, control yourself!”

“Sweetheart,” she hummed in that sugar-coated tone that was always accompanied by a sarcastic remark. “Pumpkin, Sugar, Darling?” She adjusted her hold on you so she could lean close to your ear. “I’ll concede on the lunch front since we both know Babish would sooner roll you out of the kitchen than let you go hungry, but are you going to attend the feast in your nightgown?”

You faltered as you laid eyes on your gown, still laid out on your bed. “... You don’t have to be a smart ass about it, you know.”

“Oh, but what’s the fun in that,” she chuckled, setting you down and turning her back so you could dress. You made quick work throwing on some undergarments and slipping into the gown before you ran into any issue.

“Miiiiiinx,” you called coyly, giving a big smile as she turned her ear towards you. “Be a peach and lace me up?”

She shook her head but smiled and took the laces in hand, skillfully weaving them through the hooks. “Are you still a toddler who can’t dress herself,” she teased.

“Hey, I know damn well your armor is a two-person job, too,”

“Yes,” she admitted as she tied you off and moved in front of you with a flamboyant spin, “but don’t I look strong? Official?”

“Oh, you do,” you gushed, exchanging kisses on the cheeks with her. “I couldn’t ask for a more handsome knight to take care of me.”

“You got that right,” she muttered with a chuckle, motioning you to take a seat on the chaise at the foot of your bed. “Let’s get your shoes on so we can get to work, pumpkin.” She gently helped guide your feet into the heels, nimbly buckling the strap around your ankle. “There we go,” she hummed, taking you by the hands and pulling you to your feet. “Shall we, Your Majesty?” 

You rested your hand in the crook of her elbow, placing one more soft kiss on the apple of her cheek. “Let’s get this show on the road!”

[hufflepuffwithaslytherinkink]

Tacenda - Chapter 11 Snippet

Once she reaches the stop of the stairs she pushes open the door, making her way out onto the open aired classroom. There’s still some light though the sun is about to set casting an orange glow over everything.

Eleanor stops, her breath catching as she glances over the railings at the magnificence of Hogwarts grounds and further out into the Scottish Highlands. It’s beyond beautiful.

Her hands grip the railings as she smiles at the scenery in front of her, the black lake reflecting the sun making it almost look aflame. A soft halo surrounds the trees, casting an angelic look on the land and the colours burst with brightness. Everything looking strange and darker yet so beautiful.

Eleanor’s so lost in the view she doesn’t notice Theo watching her silently from beside his telescope.

She only notices him when he drops his book on the floor, the sound making her jump.

Eleanor spins around, her heart beating rapidly, to spot Theo bent over, retrieving it from the stone floor.

Theo looks up to see her staring at him, fear in her eyes from the unexpected scare.

“Finished?” He asks.

Eleanor flushes realising he caught her staring at the scenery. She wonders how long he’d been there, probably the whole time considering his telescope is set up and he’s conjured a stiff wooden chair to sit on.

“Yes.” She says as strongly as she can whilst walking towards him with her head held high. She wasn’t going to be embarrassed about looking at something so beautiful.

 “Good, we can get to it then. I’ve set the scope up at the co-ordinates the moon should start to rise. It’s not due for another 10 minutes though.” He says gesturing in the direction the telescope is facing.

Eleanor nods, she knew it would be in that general direction and she trusts Theo enough to know he wouldn’t want to sabotage his own education just to ruin hers.

“So we wait then.” She says dropping her bag to the floor.

Theo hums as he skims through his notes.

Eleanor glances at his chair, it doesn’t look comfortable in the slightest.

She pulls her own wand out transfiguring one of her quills into a beanbag. She smiles as she looks down at the fluffy, purple, human trap.

She moves forward happily sinking down into it, knowing she’s going to struggling getting out of it later but more than willing to make that sacrifice for the current comfort.

Theo looks up at the sound of the beanbag moving under her weight. His eyes widen before narrowing as he furrows his brow at her.

“What on Earth is that thing?” He asks eyeing the beanbag sceptically.

“A beanbag.” Eleanor replies happily wiggling her bum further into it.

Theo looks horrified as he stares at it.

“What’s wrong with a good chair?” He asks.

“What like yours?”

“Precisely.” He answers.

“That thing looks stiff and awkward and uncomfortable. Whilst this thing is comfortable, cute and hugs my bum comfortingly.” She beams at him.

Theo’s mouth parts a little when she mentions it hugging her bum, she has to refrain herself from giggling at his shocked expression.

“It’s utterly ridiculous.” He tells her before returning to his notes.

Eleanor shrugs. “It’s comfy is what it is. No need to suffer if you don’t have to.”

“The difference between you and me is I have standards.” Theo mutters continuing to skim his work.

Eleanor sets her jaw as she shoots an annoyed look at him. He always has to let her know how much lesser he thinks of her compared to himself.

“I guess our standards differ.”

“Obviously.” Theo drawls not even looking up at her.

Eleanor rolls her eyes as she lets her head roll back. Great start, excellent, start as you mean to go on and all that.

They sit in near silence for the first four hours, Eleanor thinks she might die of boredom as Theo continues to jot down notes and she continues to stare through the telescope in the hope the moon might do something. Anything.

As it nears 11 o’clock she lets out a frustrated groan.

“Ugh, I think I’m going to die.” She complains.

Theo glances up at her, giving her a sceptical look.

“Unless some internal organ has unexpectedly ruptured I highly doubt that.” Theo states.

Eleanor’s head shoots up to look at him.

“You know about organs rupturing?” She asks in surprise. She didn’t think wizards knew about that.

“Yes Eleanor, I know organs can rupture. What you think wizards don’t get appendicitis?” He asks shaking his head.

Eleanor blinks in shock. No, for some reason she did not think wizards got appendicitis.

“Huh. It just seems so muggle.” She answers honestly.

Theo pulls a face at that.

“We have better treatment of course. If we capture it before it ruptures there are spells and potions to get rid of it easily. Once the organ, such as an appendix, has already ruptured it’s a bit more complex but still probably easier than whatever it is muggles do.” He tells her, disgust lacing his voice at the word muggles.

“They cut it out.” Eleanor tells him.

Theo turns to stare at her horrified.

“What?” He asks aghast.

“Hmm?”

“They cut it out? How would that even work?” He asks.

“Oh, they use a knife to make a hole in the skin. Then they sort of pull the organ out. They either stitch where the appendix was removed, or they can use a sort of string thing to tie it off so it doesn’t bleed. Then they stitch the skin closed and voila.” She says spreading her hands at the end.

Theo looks at her with sheer terror.

“They stab each other? How do you know this?”

Eleanor rolls her eyes as she stares at him. “They don’t just stab each other. Surgeons, specialised healers, go to medical school and have to learn how to do it properly. The knives are special too, they use scalpels, they’re small and sterile. It’s completely safe. My little cousin had to have his appendix removed when he was 7, I was about 9 at the time.”

Theo stares at her unblinkingly. Eleanor is starting to wonder if she’s broke him.

“Bloody barbarians.” He mutters in disgust.

Eleanor glowers at him.

“It’s not barbaric. They’re saving people’s lives by doing that.”

“They’re stabbing each other.”

“To save their lives. They don’t have magic and magical cures, they have to fix everything themselves with science and their own hands. There’re no short cuts for them.”

Theo doesn’t say anything but she can see his jaw tense, he turns his attention to look out over the grounds.

Eleanor lets herself sink further into the beanbag as silence takes over, the only sounds that of nature. Of the wind, birds and the water of the black lake breaking on the shore.

“What’s science?” Theo eventually asks his voice so quiet Eleanor wonders if he even said anything.

“What?” She asks shocked.

“What’s science?” Theo repeats staring at Eleanor intently.

Eleanor shifts under his gaze, sitting herself more upright as she thinks of the best way to answer him.

“Well.” She starts. “It’s a mix of different things. There’s biology, the way bodies work and how we evolve, reproduce and so on. Then there’s physics, which looks at gravity, velocity and force. Chemistry is looking at things like the periodic table and reactions, it’s sort of like potions for muggles. There’s so much to science and it’s brilliant, there are so many different aspects and they’re so specialised it’s amazing.” Eleanor gushes.

Theo watches her with interest.

“Muggles can make potions?” He asks.

Eleanor purses her lips. “I mean in a way, yeah, they can. They mix different chemicals and create reactions. They can be used for a multitude of different things, including healing.”

Theo sits back as he processes her words.

“But they’re not magic.” He states.

“In a way they are. They figured out all of this stuff without actually having magic. They can make pictures move and it was science that did that.”

“That’s not true, I’ve seen some muggle pictures when people have things from home.” He says smugly.

“Not all pictures move. But there’re movies and TV.” Eleanor explains.

“What are they?” Theo asks leaning forward.

“Moving pictures but they tell a story. It’s sort of like theatre but in a box. They also have other things on TV too like the news, so someone reading the newspaper to you, music videos, documentaries teaching you about different things, cooking shows. You name it there’s probably something on the TV about it.” Eleanor tells him happily.

“But muggles can’t do things like that.” He states slowly, as though he can’t get his head around the fact muggles don’t live in dark caves with nothing but rocks as entertainment.

“Muggles are extremely advanced, and I’d say smarter than most wizards. As I told Bulstrode the other day, I can use a microwave.” She smiles at Theo.

He grimaces letting out a moan.

“Please don’t mention her.” He begs.

“Bulstrode? Why not?” She asks eyeing him suspiciously.

“Because she’s insane and I can’t seem to get rid of her.” He moans his face becoming glum.

Eleanor feels her heart flutter at the idea of him being annoyed by Bulstrode. She shakes her head not liking that feeling being associated with Theo, again.

“You could do something really repulsive to put her off you.” Eleanor suggests, a smile forming on her lips as she thinks of different ways Theo could embarrass himself.

“You think I haven’t tried it?” He scoffs. “I swear she has no self-respect.”

Eleanor turns her gaze to stare at Theo properly, he genuinely seems upset about this. Her brow furrows at the thought. She doesn’t care who Theo is, no one should be made the feel uncomfortable because someone won’t take no for an answer.

“You could tell a teacher if she keeps persisting.” Eleanor suggests.

Theo lets out another scoff. “I wouldn’t be that pathetic to go crying to a teaching because of a clingy girl. Besides what would they do? What would I even say?” He sighs.

Eleanor frowns at his response. Did he think they wouldn’t take it seriously? Or was he ashamed?

“It’s not pathetic to not want someone to pester you. It’s your right to say no and she should respect that decision.” Eleanor tells him.

Theo looks at her though his lashes and Eleanor’s breath catches. She’d almost forgotten how beautiful his eyes are.

She quickly looks away before turning to him with a smile.

“I can’t stop your stalker situation but I can help with something else.” She announces eagerly.

Theo looks her up and down.

“I’m flattered Eleanor but I’m not really in the mood.” He states.

Eleanor stares at him for a moment before it clicks what he’s implying. She lets out a noise of disgust.

“Ew. No, your pervert. I meant I’m going to change your arse numbing chair for a comfortable arse hugging one like mine.”

Theo stares at the beanbag with distaste.

“I’d rather not thank you.” He tells her, his mouth pulling into a grimace at the thought.

Eleanor rolls her eyes at him. “Oh come on.” She presses. “Just try it.”

He shakes his head.

“It looks ludicrous, what if someone saw?”

Eleanor raises her eyebrows at him.

“You’re worried about someone seeing you sat on a beanbag, in the middle of the night on the astronomy tower?” She asks with disbelief.

“Yeah.” Theo answers as though that’s completely normal.

“Come on, just try it. I doubt anyone is going to come up here and even if they did, so what?” She tells him.

Theo eyes her for a few seconds before letting out a sigh and nodding.

Eleanor let’s out a happy noise, she quickly stands up grasping her wand as Theo moves away from the chair.

“Do not make it purple and fluffy.” He warns her.

Eleanor deadpans him before a smirk crosses her face.

She waves her wand and a red, velvet beanbag appears in place of his stiff, wooden chair.

Theo shoots her an annoyed look making her giggle.

“Red? Really?” He asks.

Elanor shrugs at him. “You never specified any colour other than ‘not purple’.” She beams at him before settling back down into her own beanbag.

Theo grumbles as he walks over to his. He looks at it in annoyance before kicking it suspiciously.

Eleanor watches with amusement as he seems to examine it like a wild animal, afraid it might attack him at any moment. Hesitantly he lowers himself down before dropping and landing heavily in the middle of it.

She giggles at his expression. His panicked shock quickly dissolving into a pleased shock.

“Oh.” He mutters.

“Good isn’t it?” Eleanor smirks.

“It’s not bad.” He says wiggling further into the beanbag.

“It’s bloody amazing and you know it.” Eleanor tells him.

He raises his eyebrows at her but she notices a barely there smile on his lips.

[vampirepuppygirl]

Morning wind rushed through autumn leaves and rattled forest branches as the morning sky broke with a myriad of reds, oranges, and yellows that streaked across the sky like paint on canvas. Crickets chirped their morning songs as life began to wake, the rustling of animals occasionally interrupted what was otherwise a constant hum of insect calls - nature's white noise. A young girl slept atop a small bed of soft moss; her simple linen clothes were dirty and torn in some places, and her shoulder length auburn hair was shaggy and littered with small sticks and the occasional leaf.

The girl stirred as she finally woke, groaning softly as she stretched her arms and sat upright. She rubbed her eyes and yawned as she looked around in an attempt to get her bearings.

"Where am I?" She pondered aloud while she analyzed the small clearing she was in. She tried to remember what she was doing before she fell asleep... but she couldn't. All that remained was a thick mental fog, and her name. Vanna. Why couldn't she remember anything? Why was she here? Where even was here? Questions began swirling round and round in her mind, making her head spin.

The snap of a twig quickly pulled Vanna out of her spiral. She inhaled sharply and turned towards the noise, while slowly standing in case she needed to run. She had no shoes, but if push came to shove she'd have no choice.

Following the snap was a soft rustling of leaves, whatever was hiding in the bushes wasn't doing a very good job of being stealthy. Vanna stood still, eyes locked onto the brush, as she reached down slowly to pick up a rock about the size of her palm. She hefted it in her hand, slowly turning it over as she debated throwing it at the disturbance. When the movement stopped she made her decision, and lobbed the rock at the bush.

"Ow," came a voice, "that hurt! Why'd you throw a rock at me?"

Vanna was taken aback by the voice, and further still as a creature that appeared to be roughly a cross between a human and a rabbit rose from the brush, rubbing their head with a scowl.

"Oh," responded Vanna, "I'm sorry! I didn't realize you were a person!"

"Hmph, typical," replied the not-quite-a-rabbit as it approached Vanna and looked at her with large cherry red eyes, "you'll have to do something to make it up to me now."

Vanna nodded in shame, holding her hands behind her back.

"I'm really sorry Mr. Rabbit, what can I do?"

The rabbit-person grumbled again.

"My name is Laefa, and I'm a missus, thank you."

Vanna blushed in embarrassment and held her head even lower.

"Sorry..."

"Hmph!" Laefa scoffed, "Two strikes already. Come with me, I know just the place you can repay the debt you've just put yourself in. What's your name?"

"Vanna."

"Nice name. It suits you."

"Thanks..."

Laefa took Vanna by the hand and began to lead her deeper into the forest. The pair traveled over roots and through brush, past massive mossy trees and underneath gnarled snagging branches. As they walked, Laefa spoke up to cut the silence.

"So how did you get here?" She asked.

"I don't know," was Vanna's reply, "I just woke up in that clearing."

"What do you remember from before being in the forest?"

"Nothing. There's just fog."

"Hmmm..." Laefa scratched her head in thought, "we'll have to take you to Madame Sorusce. She's the most powerful witch in the forest, she's guaranteed to know how to get your memories back." She paused for a few moments, then added, "if you ever see a tall, thin man with white hair and purple eyes wearing a yellow coat and brown pants, run. If he asks for your name, give him a fake one. If he offers you a gift, say no. If he asks you to follow him, decline and walk away. And for the love of the Harvest Mother, if he offers you food, do not eat it. The Collector is not a kind man. Too many poor souls have already disappeared into his castle, never to be seen again. Try not to add to his Collection."

Vanna shuddered at Laefa's warning, and nodded.

"Yes ma'am," was her only response. She didn't have much time to think about Laefa calling Madam Sorusce a witch before the forest opened to a new, larger clearing. At the center of this clearing was a small stone hut with a combination of thatched and shingled roofing, that appeared quite old based on the amount of vines and moss that covered the outside. It would've looked abandoned if not for the continual plume of smoke that rose from the chimney, and the well kept flowers that bordered the house and adorned the windows.

"Alan! Twygg! Get out here and greet the newbie!" A crash and a bang resonated from inside the cottage at the sound of Laefa's voice, and soon two figures emerged from the front door. One looked clearly human, albeit with bright pink hair and eyes that glimmered like the night sky. The other was distinctly not human, appearing more like someone had carved a humanoid shape out of an old, gnarled tree, with hands that seemed more suitable for holding bird's nests than grasping things. They both wore plain brown shorts, a brown t-shirt, and a white apron, and they were both filthy.

"Pleasure to meetcha miss," spoke the one with pink hair, "I'm Alan. This is Twygg. Sorry 'bout the filth, we were uh... cleanin' up. Ain't that right Twygg?"

"That's right, definitely cleaning up and not trying to cast spells without permission again!"

Laefa let out a long sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Note to self, punish you two later," she grumbled, then turned to Vanna and gestured towards the pair, "now it's your turn, introduce yourself."

Vanna shuffled her feet and cleared her throat nervously.

"My name's Vanna... It's nice to meet you..."

The two boys smiled wide and bowed low in response.

"Beautiful name you got there, miss Vanna," said Alan as he straightened back out.

"Very lovely," agreed Twygg as he did the same, "it suits you."

Vanna blushed at the compliments but said nothing, which made Laefa snort.

"Alright, now that the introductions are over, Alan, draw a bath. Twygg, get to weaving. Vanna's clothes are ruined and she's going to need a few new outfits now that she's staying here."

Vanna blinked in surprise as the boys scurried off back into the house.

"Staying here? But I... have to... go..." Vanna began to speak, but trailed off. What was she going to say? Home? But where was home? Her mind began to drift again, at least until Laefa once more interrupted it.

"Go where? Sorry to say but there's not much out there for you. The forest is full of danger, and you still owe me for throwing a rock at me and calling me mister. You're staying here until you repay that debt."

Vanna nodded slowly in response, she was still struggling to wrap her mind around everything that happened.

"Yes ma'am..." came her reply. Laefa smiled at Vanna's words.

"Great! Now, let's go inside! While Alan draws your bath, I can show you around the house."

Vanna nodded silently and followed Laefa in. There was a distinct temperature change as the two passed the doorway, and as Vanna looked on, her eyes widened with amazement. The door opened to a foyer the size of the cottage exterior, with three large hallways branching off, covered wall to wall in colorful and intricate animated wallpaper depicting various knightly battles, wizard duels, mighty dragons, and tricksy faeries. Down each hallway were several doors on each side, many of which where different shapes or colors from the doors beside them. Above them was a large chandelier with tiny floating orbs of light instead of candles, each of which moved and traveled along the chandelier in random directions.

"Pretty cool, eh?" Asked Laefa once she noticed the girl's wide eyed stare.

"It's... what? Is this real?" Vanna couldn't believe her eyes. Just what kind of place was this?

"As real as you and me! C'mon, I'll show you around!"

Vanna didn't get any time to respond before Laefa took her by the hand again and led her deeper into the house. Vanna wasn't sure what to focus on, wizards were casting fireballs on the walls, hanging portraits moved and greeted Vanna as she passed, even the wooden trim along the floor and ceiling was animate, depicting various small animals that skittered and moved along it.

After a few moments of walking, Laefa opened a light wooden door with a bright brass knob. Inside was a fully stocked kitchen, though it was a mess, with unwashed pots and pans piled high in the sink next to equally high piles of dishes and silverware.

"This is the kitchen. A bit of a mess, but now that you're here, it'll be much more clean! Job number one for you, dish duty. Alan and I usually cook all the meals, but you're welcome to join us if you like," explained Laefa.

Vanna nodded silently, a bit disappointed that she was stuck with dish duty. Not that she had much say in the matter. The pair didn't stay in the kitchen for long though, as Laefa soon pulled her back out into the hallway to lead her to a new room.

The next door to be opened was a thick black door with a cast iron lever handle. Inside was... quite frankly a mess. Black soot covered the floor, the walls, and the ceiling, a shelf set in the far wall was in disarray, and several pieces of broken glass were crudely pushed into a pile in the corner.

"Ugh, those boys," Laefa complained, "I told them not to practice fire magic without my supervision! This is the magic room, where we store our non-alchemical material spell components and practice casting spells. It's warded so nothing can really destroy the house, but... Alan and Twygg make a mess everytime they practice magic. Job number two is cleaning up after them. You may also practice magic yourself, just clean up after yourself."

Vanna sputtered in confusion and amazement, her head spinning.

"Wh- you mean... I can... but I... but you... huh?!"

Laefa laughed at Vanna's reaction and ruffled her hair lightly.

"Yes, you can use magic, everyone here can. I'll teach you some basic spells later. But for now, let's go! Only 2 more rooms and then you can take a bath!"

Laefa once more took Vanna by the hand and led her back into the hallway. They passed a few closed doors before opening a cherry wood door with a brass handle again. Immediately inside were 4 large shelves lined top to bottom with jars, boxes, crates, and other containers full of various powders, crystals, dried herbs, and preserved animal parts. Past the shelves was a large indoor greenhouse, full to the brim with colorful and exotic plants.

"This is the alchemy room," said Laefa, "plus greenhouse. Your third and final job is to help me harvest and preserve plants when they're ready, clean up after Alan and Twygg's alchemical messes, and keep inventory of all of our ingredients so I know when to procure more."

Vanna nodded, and replied with a simple "Yes ma'am." She was still awestruck that she could use magic, so her thoughts were all jumbled and disorderly.

Laefa smiled.

"Good girl. Now, last room!"

The pair made their way down the hallway once more, finally coming to an oak door with a brass handle, and a golden plaque set into the wood. As Vanna approached, she saw the gold plaque shift, automatically etching her name into its face.

"And this room is yours. You should have the honor of opening it. Even I don't know what's inside, and I made this house!"

Vanna gulped and nodded, then slowly placed her hand on the handle and pushed down, gently swinging the door open to reveal her room. The walls and queen sized bed were a soft pink, the floor was carpet and a light green color, and there was a large oak desk on one wall, along with a mirror and washbasin. Against another wall was a large wardrobe, with two dragons engraved on each door that looked at Vanna with curious eyes.

Vanna took one step into the room, then paused. She still couldn't believe this was real. She had no reason to believe it wasn't real. Suddenly, every emotion hit her all at once and she slowly dropped to her knees, as tears began to stream from her eyes and down her face.

"Aww, there there Vanna," consoled Laefa as she knelt beside her, "I know it's a lot to take in, but I'm sure you'll be very comfortable here very quickly."

"I-I just... all this... it's..." Vanna sniffled through tears, "why am I so happy?"

Laefa didn't say anything in response, instead she just wrapped her arms around Vanna and hugged her close for a few moments. It took Vanna a minute or two to calm down, but she eventually took a slow, deep breath and sighed.

"Thank you Laefa. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now, I think Alan is probably getting impatient. It's time for you to take a bath."

Vanna nodded and slowly stood up, but before the two left Vanna's room, she gave Laefa one more hug. She couldn't believe someone who started as a stranger she threw a rock at accidentally could turn out so nice. Laefa smiled at Vanna, then took her by the hand a final time. The two walked down the hallway together in silence and approached the final door: a light birch door with a silver handle. Laefa opened it, revealing a narrow, white hall that ended in 5 doors. One of those doors, the first one on the right, was already open.

Laefa led Vanna down this hall and into the open door, which revealed a sizeable bathroom. On one side was a sink with a mirror and a toilet, and on the other side separated by a folding screen was a large bath, currently full of slightly steaming water. Alan waved as the pair approached, yawning dramatically.

"Bout time you two showed up, isn't it? It's been ready for a while. I'd say it's nearly lunch time now," said Alan with a cheeky grin.

"If that's the case then your next stop better be the kitchen! Vanna better have a meal waiting for her once she's done bathing, c'mon then, chop chop!" Laefa smiled as she spoke, and Alan just snorted and waved at Vanna as he left.

"Alright, alright, I get the memo slave driver, sheesh," Alan chuckled as he left, disappearing down the hall quickly. Once he was gone, Laefa turned back to Vanna.

"Towels are in this drawer," she instructed, as she pointed to a drawer set in the wall, "soap is there, showerhead is there for your hair, and Twygg should be done with your first outfit when you're done. If you need anything, shout. This house is really good at getting our attention."

Vanna nodded and thanked Laefa again, after which Laefa turned and left, closing the door behind her. For the first time since she woke up, she was once more alone. She slowly began to undress herself, unbuttoning her tattered dress and pulling it off before she slid down her panties and removed her bra. She dumped her clothes in a pile in the corner, then slowly submerged herself in the warm bath, letting out a sigh as the water lapped against her body.

As she washed herself, she thought about her day so far. She'd only been awake for what was most likely only a few hours, but it felt like a lifetime had passed. Everything was all so strange and new. Magic! A rabbit-person, tree-person, and someone with eyes that literally looked like the night sky! She leaned back and used the handheld showerhead to run water through her hair, pulling out the sticks, leaves, and dirt that had been trapped inside it. Once the big stuff was out, she grabbed the shampoo and poured some into her hand, then lathered it into her hair.

She wasn't very pleased at the thought of chores, and she thought about the jobs she had to start doing while living here as she washed the shampoo out of her hair. Dishes, cleaning up after Alan and Twygg's magic shenanigans, and helping Laefa harvest her alchemical plants, while keeping inventory of her alchemical supplies. Harvesting plants with Laefa sounded fun, but the other three tasks sounded arduous at best. At least it seemed like she'd have a lot of free time outside of those jobs, which was nice.

Once Vanna finished washing her hair, she leaned back in the tub and relaxed, just enjoying the hot water. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a bath, though she also couldn't remember much of anything at all. She hoped that whenever Laefa took her to Madame Sorusce she could provide answers. Knowing nothing about her own past besides her name felt... very strange.

But she'd worry more about all that later. Now, she was relaxed, happy, and grateful to be in the care of such fine folk. Once she finished all her chores for the day, she was going to learn magic, she decided. Magic was awesome. Just like this bath.

[alvisthefox]

My OC has a darkish backstory. As it's not finalised his age jumps alittle and stuff

He's more to existing after IDW ect

As time of birth. Stuck with new born during sonic forces or born after. (Father dies in the war. Hents why he isn't seen but can be in the spin off stories)

Born as a normal. Orange fox... with 2 tails.

In the comic or say. Story. He's when he is first shown or seen by sonic he's this mute, non vurble poncho wearing combat tech wiz (only talks when in discuses. "Cloak Tech" cloaking what alows him to look and feel like who hes discussed as)

Als attitude changes to situations. When around eggman he's quite and just a shadow. But when alone he's depressed and would walk in circles. But when alone with sonic. First he'd been angry and upset that the heros he looked up to never saved him how he was scerd and alone. Hurting. But would would become more friendly and gets over the anger eventually

Only thing what's not been moderfied into his DNA is his smarts. Like Tails and Eggman he's super smart what made him as a child idolise Tails as a child. Even as a child he went out his way to get Tails attention and would have a little bonding over the fact of being kinda alike with tails and smarts

Like like how a child is he'd say "when I'm older, I want to be juts like you!"

Shame what happened due to his mother having no love for him. Lead to him being toutcherd and experimented on

His purple fur is just a side affect of the experiments

As sonic to be 15 around the age Al is born. This all takes place (idk to chose his age. I'd go 9 years old but then I'm going with 12)

I'll age the charicters to age when the story would take place. Left be if Al is 9 and right be of he's 12

Sonic: 24-27

Tails: 17-20

Knuckles: 25-28

Shadow: don't matter. But. 59-62

Rouge: 27-30

Cream: 15-18

Al in the story would be more like how rouge was but is in eggmans contole. His poncho around his neck hides a collar what is fitted to shock him back to submission. He isnt a bad guy.

His gauntlet shock to make his punches hurt more (this is so he can pull his punches but still hurt but not actually hurt anyone to baddly) but can also just make hard punches sting more. Shock you so you pass out like a taser

His mental health isn't the best. From toutcher what gaves him his code name (113). To being unloved for years. Known the world things Alvis Winter is dead. He thinks the is no hope or future for him but he just can't give up and wants to know what he can do

Als redemption comes to after being abandoned by eggman after being defeated by super sonic and shadow and tails (Yeah ima go there). Eggman gives up on Al. Als fears and everything make him panic and as the 3 get closer he escapes

Stuff happens but tails as a idea where Al could of gone

(Moment of Al kidnaps Tails and well opens abit about him and Tails is thr first to fully know Al is forced to be bad)

They meet. Bring Al with them. The city and town folk hate him. Al runs off

Mimic and surge and kit kidnap sonic (FYI I've had this 3 team up for abit in my head for few month before the 3 actually did so. Cool)

(Al has a bounty on him)

Only Al can come and or sonic would die

Al stops them. Get bit of a hero scene of Al the hero. He was told to take his poncho off before any interaction in the bunker. so be a kinda first site of him doing his thing with no poncho

The news and live feed if this be seen by all and well this how he is from 113 the bad guy to 113. Good guy? Taken in by sonic and others but keeps inside and works on tech and only comes when asked or needed

Would wear the poncho but hood down there for but also gose around with hood up or no poncho at all

Kinda the run down and very simple missing load if detail of Als story and some facts. Main story

Hope it's okay and sorry if it's a mess to read

I missed out his powers. Would have to find out later

[ofwondersandhares]

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HE HAD NEVER BEEN GOOD AT REMAINING CALM, ESPECIALLY NOT WHEN HE when his nerves were already frazzled and he was on the verge of going insane, but despite all of that, he managed to resist the urge to seriously harm the man’s brain when he started reciting a speech about how pitiful and whiny he is. That this was the reason why Sean had decided to end their relationship because he was far to emotional for him to handle and every word that pours out of his ugly mouth reminded him of his old man, so was it ANY WONDERthat his eyes were starting to transform from their white-gray colorization to a fiery orange then a deep shade of purple in rapid succession. He lets out a blood curdling screech of frustration and outstretches his hand to telekenitcally knock him into a wall.

❛That is what you get for ridiculing’ me, you ass, and you know who you remind me of: my old man Noah Delmont. He lectures me just like you do. Lectures on how terrible it is to be around people who are experiencing emotions. The only difference is that he would have listened and discovered something to divert my attention from the initial source of my stress.❜  He barely glances at the spinning hat as he approaches the other man’s crumpled body and holds out a hand for him to take if he wishes to get back up. ❛You can blame him for knocking you to the ground because he was the one who showed me how to make someone fly through the air, but if you think I am going to run into the portal your hat has created, you must have been born yesterday, as after all, who is to say I will not end up in danger once I step out of it? More importantly, why should I use it when I have my own teleportation abilities to rely on? ❜

Now, if Darius had been any other person perhaps the little telekinetic outburst would have sent Darius flying through the air and knocked into the wall but the thing was, Darius wasn’t “any other person”. The anger and fury had been evident in Lupin’s body language - the changing of color in his eyes had also been a dead giveaway that Lupin was about to react.

So Darius had been prepared. In that split second that he had been thrown, Darius’s arms had come up to shield himself as his own telekinetic powers had scattered the bricks from the wall and the almost impact in all directions, creating a cloud of heavy dust and debris all around him. Surely it had appeared that Lupin had hurt him, but when the dust finally settled and the bricks fell to the ground, Darius was standing there, looking annoyed but unscathed as he huffed and dusted the debris and dirt off of his brown leather coat.

“Well, that was just rude ---” Mind you, Darius had been rather rude as well. He was sure if his sister was around she would have told him that he deserved the telekinetic blast and perhaps, for a moment, he would have agreed with her. 

For the most part, Darius had seemed to not hear anything that Lupin had continued to say after he mentioned the name Noah Delmont. “Did you really just say Noah Delmont is your father? I know him. Well, I knew him. I haven’t seen Noah in bloody years if it is the same guy--”

Darius had waved his hand with a flourish as he reached for his hat and put it back on his head. “I am not going to blame your father for anything. Although your little outburst was dramatic, he wasn’t the one that attempted it. Still. My memories aren’t what they used to be, wouldn’t mind seeing him again ----” Darius’s mind had started to wander, a certain smirk tugging at the corners of his lips before he shook the thoughts away.

“Anyway, I have things to do and I don’t feel like getting into a battle of the telekinetic powers with you - whatever you have planned for Wonderland, it would be wise for you to just let it go. Destroying Wonderland and the inhabitants in it isn’t as easy as you think -- and like I said, we weren’t the ones that hurt you. If you want to get revenge, get it on the Little Hare’.”

With that, Darius had turned on his heel and walked away - trying to get the thought of running into Noah again out of his head.