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lovingperfectionsblog · 3 years ago

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You never will

Carlos Sainz Jr x Reader

Summary: Carlos has to come to terms with the fact that you don’t always get what you want.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, drinking.

Words count: 2526

Authors note: Sorry guys, we’re here for some angsty writing, and a lot of the stories coming are going to be similar I think. I’ve also been struggling to be creative but I refuse to let myself fall into that hole so I know it isn’t the best but I’d rather create something bad than nothing at all. I hope you guys like it and sorry for the angsty angst 😊

You Never Will: Part 2

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“No, but you don’t understand!” A very drunk Carlos was getting tired of over explaining himself and the alcohol wasn’t helping in the least.

“Mate, sometimes that’s just life, we don’t always get what we want” Charles tried to comfort him, kind of disappointed that this is where the night ended up, but not entirely surprised.

“But I do, we always get what we want” and he couldn’t handle the fact that the one thing he wanted the most was the one thing he wasn’t getting.

Carlos had been enthusiastically talking about the woman he loved for months now, but as they dredged on, Carlos began to realise more and more the reality of you liking him back was next to nothing and that had suddenly become everyone else’s problem too.

And Charles was sick of it. They all were, yourself included.

Albeit, you were the only one who didn’t know he was talking about you.

You and Carlos were best friends, meeting one evening as you by mistake had bumped into him and the other drivers one very early morning in the hotel hallways as you all came back from the post-race party. The boys all beyond excited having found out you actually worked for F1 and you mortified the next morning when flashbacks of belting out ABBA with them came back to you in your haze of a hangover.

Since then, you and Carlos had became inseparable.

And Carlos had become insufferable.

Which had lead you all to this exact situation, an impromptu party to try and cheer a very drunk and sad Carlos up.

“God, Carlos, like, this is life, sometimes the girl you like doesn’t like you back, you just get over it” Max was getting tired of repeating himself, this entire conversation was getting very old very quickly and all this lying right to your face was starting to annoy him too.

The fact that they all sat there talking about you like you weren’t there, just with secret codes names so you never caught on always felt a bit underhanded to him, to most of them truly, but they had to come up with something, especially since Carlos was becoming more and more vocal about the entire fiasco.

“She’s in love with someone else” Carlos suddenly blurted out.

Now this all made sense. The drivers had yet to see Carlos so plagued by the whole situation and now it made sense.

“How did you find out?” Lando was significantly gentler than all the other drivers had been, but he’d been in this situation before and knew the strange mixture of desperation and despair you felt all at once.

“I looked over at her phone and she there was a contact with hearts and was called crush or something” Carlos knew he was rambling and wasn’t even sure if he had made any sense but he didn’t care. His entire world was crumbling around him.

“Are we sure it’s a good idea that she comes over tonight?” Charles was the first to suggest, wary of how this could all shake down with a very drunk Carlos mixed with your ever thinning patience over the entire matter.

“She has to come over! I haven’t seen her in a week!” Carlos knew it might not be the best idea but truly he couldn’t be away from you for much longer, you becoming an integral part of his life and going a week without seeing each other was almost unheard of for the two of you.

“Mate, I really don’t think it’s a good idea” Charles knew it was a lost cause arguing over this, but Carlos wasn’t the only one involved here, you were too, and with how protective Max was over you already considering all the lying, he didn’t want to deal with any potential backlash.

“Carlos, you’re drunk, this isn’t a good idea” Max became insistent, almost reading Charles mind, anticipating the worst.

“No! This is unfair. This is all unfair” Carlos knew he sounded like a child, but he didn’t care, he was drunk and sad and he just wanted to throw his temper tantrum.

“She’s already on the way with food, should be here any minute really” Lando opted to ignore his friend as he threw his own pity party, knowing Carlos wasn’t himself right now and directing the comment to the other two drivers instead.

“We could always get him a little drunker and make him pass out so he doesn’t say or do anything stupid?” Max knew it wasn’t the best plan, it wasn’t even a good plan but it was a plan.

“We can’t give our friend alcohol poisoning because we don’t want him to do something dumb?” Charles couldn’t admit that he didn’t hate the plan, but he knew he had to do the right thing.

“Why not?” Silence proceeded Max’s question, Lando and Charles both racking their brain for a good enough answer but coming up blank.

“Because I said so” is all Charles instructed, quickly noticing that Carlos was no longer in the room, “Jesus this is getting really tiresome” he dropped his head in his hands, exhausted with all the emotional energy he was using for this one situation.

“Is he ever going to get over her” Even Lando, who normally had an infinite amount of energy to help his friends was slowly running out of steam over this situation.

“Someone is going to have to give him some tough love eventually we know that right?” Max was willing but he also knew he could be a bit harsh when it came to matters of the heart so decided to leave this particular conversation up to Lando and Charles instead.

“He’s just had his heart shattered man, let’s cut him some slack” Lando really didn’t want ‘to hurt his friend anymore than he already was, but knew they were eventually going to have to push for him to move on and he was scared that was going to include shattering any hope Carlos might have, “Does anyone know who y/n likes anyway?”

“Honestly, I thought she liked him just as much as he liked her” Charles was surprised, he really did think that you are Carlos already had something going so the news that you were apparently in love with someone else was shocking information. He understands why Carlos was so hurt.

“Yeah, but we don’t always get what we want man” Max was sounding slightly more adamant about this entire, pushing more and more for Charles to just let it go.

A silence settled between the three drivers, the weight of their friend’s heartache settling over the room.

“Max” Lando was suddenly eyeing hi suspiciously, Charles quickly catching on.

“Oh my God Max, no” Charles was praying that it wasn’t what both Lando and him had suddenly caught on to.

“What?” Max voiced his confusion at the sudden serious tone thrown his way, “Oh! No no! no, there is nothing happening between me and Y/n” he began defending himself.

“Then what do you know” Lando knew Max knew more than he was letting on and was determined to get to the bottom of it.

Silence.

Max debated whether or not to share the very minimal information he did happen to have, knowing that you’d kill him if he told, but also knowing neither Charles nor Lando would let it go until he told them.

“I honestly don’t know much, like, 2% of the situation” Max opted to give the bare minimum, hoping they would drop it afterwards.

“Well then share the 2% of knowledge you do have” He knew they wouldn’t drop it.

“Look, okay, all I know is there is someone she’s super interested in and it’s kind of driving her insane because he is in love with someone else and she’s just been trying to get over him and just she doesn’t need Carlos giving her grief while she’s trying to do that” Max rambled through all the information he did know.

“Whose the guy Max” Charles insisted on knowing, wanting to figure out who had managed to swoop in and get you while he watched his teammate pine over you day in and day out.

“That I honestly don’t know, she refused to tell me” He was met with sceptical looks, but a silence as they other two had accepted that he was telling the truth.

“Well, I was really hoping Carlos was wrong” Lando knew that when it came to you, Carlos could be a little dramatic.

“Yeah, this fucking sucks for him” Charles was met with hums of agreement.

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“Isn’t this little get together for you?” You giggled as you snuck into the kitchen before any of the boys heard you, finding Carlos sitting on the kitchen counter nursing a drink, “what you doing moping about in here?”

“She loves someone else” He couldn’t even look you in the eye, his drunk self probably too in charge of the situation.

“Oh, Sugs, I am so sorry” you immediately moved over to him, surprised when he stopped you from hugging him.

“Not like you actually care” Carlos knew it was wrong, at least the sober part of him did, but the drunk side, well, he needed to have this out with you.

“Excuse me what?” you hadn’t seen this side of Carlos before and you were at a loss for why you were on the receiving end of his foul mood.

“You heard me, it’s not like you actually care,” Carlos spat out at you, “not about my situation, not about my heart, not about me”.

He knew he was getting louder and knew the rest of the boys were bound to come and find out what was happening so if this was his only opportunity he needed to do it fast.

“Oh my god, please don’t pretend like I haven’t been here for you the entire time with this bullshit issue Carlos, she doesn’t feel the same, I am sorry and it sucks, but its life, sometimes we just don’t get what we want” You shouted back at him, beyond hurt that you were on the receiving end of this treatment.

“Hey, what’s happening?” you felt Max tugging you back, choosing to shrug him off and ignore the other three drivers that had now entered the room.

“No Y/n! That’s the thing! I do get what I want! And I cannot handle the fact that the one thing I want most in the world I can’t have!” Carlos was now standing, both of you ready to have this fight, be damned that it was in front of all your friends, “and plus, what do you know about not getting what you want, the princess gets everything doesn’t she” Carlos felt gross saying it, he knew it was a low blow, but he couldn’t help the anger he was feeling.

“I don’t know what it’s like to not get what I want? You are so fucking self-centred Carlos! Believe it or not but you’re not the only one with your own shit going on! Guess what! I’m in love with someone too and guess what, he doesn’t fucking love me either, so I understand, better than anyone but I’ve at least come to terms with the fact that I don’t always get what I want bud! It just is what it is, you accept it and move on because what other fucking option do you have when your best friend is pining over some girl who clearly doesn’t fucking deserve him, and you know you are madly in love with him and don’t want to lose him! You support him and move the fuck on!” You weren’t sure how this had divulged into you confessing everything to him, but it had, and now it existed and you were suddenly feeling claustrophobic and you just needed to get out of there.

Before any of them could utter a word, you began to gather your things, not wanting to be involved in the argument anymore, none of the other drivers stopping you, truthfully, despite you suddenly running away from the admission, none of them had even registered it. Carlos especially.

“Yeah, run, like you do, like you always do, at least I’m willing to fight for what I want” Carlos was going to be sick at how he was treating you, the alcohol not helping, but he couldn’t get himself to be kind.

How was he unable to get himself to be kind to the woman he loves?

Instead, he stood, motionless, watching you leave. They all did.

“Fuck you” and with that you were gone, leaving the boys in thick silence, Carlos’s heavy breathes the only other noise to break through it.

None of them knew what to say and Max had to fight himself not to run after you to make sure you were okay.

“Carlos” Charles began, not sure where to start really, whether to comfort or admonish him for what just happened.

“Please, just don’t, I know” he wasn’t drunk enough to realise how badly he fucked up. He thought it would make him feel better, instead he just felt like he was disgusting, like he needed to take a shower to get off whatever residue was left after possibly the shortest and worst argument he had ever had.

“I know this is a really bad time, but can we just go back to what she said for a second?” Lando couldn’t shake what you had shouted at Carlos.

“And what did she say?” Max truly hadn’t even been listening, only waiting to see if he needed to get involved.

“She said she was madly in love with her best friend and supports him while he’s in love withs someone else and she’s just got to get over it” Lando tried to remember word for word but paraphrased as best he could with the small amounts he did remember.

Slowly but surely, it dawned on them all at once, Carlos most of all, eyes wide darting between his three friends.

“You fucked up” Charles was the first to speak, directed towards Carlos the irrefutable truth of the matter.

“How do I fix this?” Carlos was suddenly frantic, desperately needing to know how to salvage even just a friendship between you two.

“Mate, after how you treated her – “ Max began, unable to say the words he thought he’d so easily be able to, but looking at Carlos now, he wasn’t able to break that hope.

The silence was heavy.

“I could have had her, I could have had everything, and I fucked it all up” He knew it, he knew he had ruined everything and there was no one else to blame but himself.

Charles wishes he knew the right words to say, he wanted to keep his friends hope up, but he had never seen you so hurt and the reality was you weren’t going to want any of them in your life after what he just had to witness, let alone Carlos, and so he settled for the truth.

“And now you never will”.

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genshinluvr · 3 years ago

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How to (Not) Play Windtrace

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: You're playing Windtrace with the men of Genshin Impact and last time you checked, this is not how you play it.

Note: Hello! This is part of a one-shot series (Various Genshin Men x isekai'd!Reader) that I have made! I hope you all like it! This is a little bit longer than I've intended for it to be, but I hope you all enjoyed it regardless! Again, I do post on AO3 as well, so, if you have an AO3 and see a work similar to this, it's me (Aaliah_exo on AO3). More Genshin men will be added to the list as the one-shot series continues, I promise! :) Oh and sorry for posting this a bit later than I have planned, it was supposed to be posted on Thursday, but I typed too much. It's now almost 1 AM on a Friday and I had to get something posted hehe

Warnings: None? Itto gets his head stuck in a wooden bucket and you get hit in the face :( but don't worry because Zhongli comforts you and you're surrounded by handsome men! :)

Word Count: 6.1k

How to (Not) Play Windtrace parts: [1], [2], [3]!

You’ve played Windtrace before; every Genshin player has played Windtrace before (unless they’ve started playing the game right after the event has ended). It’s a fun and competitive game that you play with either other random players to earn some coins, or you can play them with your friends in co-op! Yes, it’s fun, it’s competitive, it can be scary at times, and it gets your heart pumping! You didn’t think that you’d be playing Windtrace again after the event had ended until you were sucked into Genshin Impact itself. And now, here you are!

“Alrighty!” Childe claps his hands, snapping you out of your daydream.

“So the rule of Windtrace is not to get caught by the hunter as the prey! It’s pretty much hide and seek, but things are at stake. I’m a pretty good hunter if I do say so myself.” Childe chuckles, a smirk appearing on his face.

You blinked at Childe; he had his arms crossed over his chest, puffed out with pride. You looked over at the others, then back at Childe. You cleared your throat awkwardly at the sound of silence. Childe looks smug, for some reason. Was it the fact that things “are at stake,” or was it the fact that he claimed that he’s a good hunter? Is he a good hunter because he’s skillful, or is it because he is a Fauti Harbinger? Either way, just thinking about Childe hunting you down sent chills down your spine. A little bit terrifying, not going to lie. A tall ginger, a Fauti to be more specific, chasing you down as you’re trying not to get caught? A Nightmare fuel! Especially since he’s always craving for blood—er, battles.

“Childe, I know the rules. I’ve played the game before, remember?” You raised an eyebrow at Childe.

“Yes, through a screen, but in person, it’s much more different! It’s more fun, and the rush of adrenaline is thrilling!” Childe replies eagerly, ruffling your hair.

“Hey, since [Y/N] knows how to play the game already, we might as well start the game now!” Itto spoke up, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Let’s start the first round off with [Y/N] as the hunter and the rest of us as preys. It’ll be… interesting.” Kaeya commented, coming up from behind you and snakes his arm around your shoulder.

“Wait, the rest of you are the prey?” You ask, looking over at the men with your eyebrows up to your hairline in disbelief.

“Yes!” Childe nods his head.

“That is correct.” Itto nods his head.

“Me, one person, looking for how many people?!” Your voice goes up an octave in shock.

You glanced around you and began counting how many people there were present around you. Okay, so there are one, two, three, four, five… you trailed off and looked over at both Kaeya and Childe blankly. The two of them shoot you an innocent grin; feeling heat rush to your cheeks, you pull Kaeya’s arm off of your shoulders and step away from them.

“You want me to find eleven people!? Eleven!” You demanded, crossing your arms over your chest. Kaeya and Childe nod their heads.

“You’re correct, snookums!” Childe grins, lightly tapping your nose happily.

You hear a scoff in the background after Childe’s comment. Did Childe just call you snookums? You can feel the tip of your ears turn red at the pet name that Childe has given you. You look around you discreetly to look at the other’s reaction. Xiao rolled his eyes with his arms over his chest, shooting Childe a heated glare as if he’s was waiting for Childe to burst into flames. Feeling eyes on the back of his head, Childe ignores it and continues to act casual.

“And where will we be playing this game?” You cocked an eyebrow at the men in front of you, trying to ignore the growing heat on your face and the nickname that Childe had given you.

“Easy, here! At the Dawn Winery!” Venti pipes up happily.

“Oh, archons,” Diluc mutters, burying his face into the palm of his hand.

“How am I, one person, going to find eleven other people that’s hidden in plain sight?” You whined, pouting at the men in front of you.

“Oh, don’t be sad! It’ll be fun, trust us! We’ll make it easy for you!” Thoma says happily, smiling at you sweetly.

You feel heat rush to your face at the sight of his cute and charming smile. You never thought that you would wake up one day in your favorite video game, surrounded by the handsome men of Genshin Impact. But here you are now, getting ready to play Windtrace with them. Even though you loved Windtrace, you knew that it would be a little bit more… interesting and different in person. Will people be able to disguise themselves as the wine kegs and lantern, or do they have to hide somewhere where they won’t get caught like any other hide-and-go-seek game?

“I have another question.” You spoke up.

“And what is that question you may have, dear [Y/N]?” Zhongli spoke up, gazing at you intently with those amber eyes of his.

You swore that his eyes glowed a little bit, catching you off guard. As much as Zhongli is attractive, he’s a tiny bit intimidating. Not in a bad way! No, no! Have you ever seen a man so beautiful that he’s intimidating? Yeah, that’s Zhongli. And Kaeya. And Diluc. And Itto. Well, pretty much every man in Genshin Impact! You cleared your throat awkwardly and scratched the back of your neck, feeling your face get hot once again.

“The amount of players… isn’t the maximum number of players four? You know, three preys and one hunter?” You squeaked, feeling hot under their gaze.

Archons, why did they have to be so attractive? And why did you have to be so horny? Archons, calm down! Imagine if they could hear your thoughts; that would be embarrassing. Wait, can they hear your thoughts?

“Yes, the usual number of players for Windtrace is four players.” Albedo nods his head.

“Wait a minute— Zhongli, did you call [Y/N] ‘dear’?” Gorou spoke up, his ears twitching on top of his head.

“Gorou, I did not call [Y/N] “dear.” I simply put the word ‘dear’ in front of their name.” Zhongli replies, chuckling softly.

“I find it interesting how you notice me put the word ‘dear’ in front of [Y/N]’s name instead of Childe giving [Y/N] an interesting nickname.” Zhongli hums, stroking his chin. Gorou chokes on his saliva and looks away with a red face, his ears twitching on the top of his head.

“Enough with the chit-chat! Let’s start the game already!” Itto spoke up, bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement.

You can see a wave of relief wash over Gorou after Itto has spoken up, his face still tinged red with embarrassment from Zhongli’s observation.

“We’ll make this easy for you, [Y/N]. Since you are searching for eleven people, we will make it less complicated than it usually is.” Kazuha spoke up, giving you a gentle smile.

Archons, you felt yourself melt beneath his gentle gaze, like ice cream on a hot summer day. You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded your head at Kazuha’s reassurance. What is up with you today? You weren’t like this when you have first arrived in this world, but now? Words can’t describe how confused you are with yourself. One minute you were casual around these men, and now you’re easily flustered around them.

“Great! Let the games begin!” Childe grins widely.

“Okay, I am going to need you to close your eyes and not take a peek! Or else, there will be repercussions for doing so,” Kaeya chuckles, standing in front of you, gazing down at you with a faint smirk on his face.

“This isn’t how I remembered Windtrace is played, but alright. I guess there can be some changes or two.” You sighed in defeat before you put both of your hands over your eyes.

“Remember, no peeking!” Itto sings.

“I won’t peek, I promise.” You murmured; you closed your eyes and continued to cover your eyes with your hands both of your hands.

You hear some shuffling in the background, footsteps moving all around you. It was silent. For some odd reason, the silence scares you. It felt almost unsettling, and you didn’t know what’d happen if you were to take a peek. Kaeya did say that you would face some repercussions if you were to take a look. Because you’re a curious person, it almost made you want to take a peek from between your fingers. You wondered what the repercussion would be, but since Kaeya said it, you held yourself back from taking a sneak peek. You are standing in front of Dawn Winery, but the people that work at Dawn Winery weren’t outside last time you checked. It is a relief that there weren’t any Dawn Winery employees around because you, sure as hell, do not want them to witness you be flustered around eleven attractive men. It would be scandalous, and that would get the maids to gossip. An unfortunate thing about playing Windtrace in person instead of through a computer was that you didn’t know the perfect time to start searching for the eleven men.

“Ready?” You called out, waiting for a response. You didn’t get an answer in return. Instead, all you heard was silence and an occasional bird chirping here and there.

“Oh right…You trailed off, shaking your head at your mistake.

Since the men were hiding, there’s no way they’d respond to your question, which makes it even harder for you to decide on whether they’re ready for you to search for them or not. You’re just going to have to start the game whenever you think it is the right time, which is now! Right?

“You know what, I’ll just start.” You said to yourself, taking a deep breath before uncovering your eyes.

Once you’ve uncovered your eyes, you jump back in shock and look around you with wide eyes. Not only did the eleven men not hide, but for some reason, they were surrounding you. They stood around you in a circle, gazing at you with those charming smiles on their faces. You were in the dead center, like a bunny surrounded by ravenous wolves that were ready to pounce at any time.

“Hehe… W-When you said that you were going to make the game easy for me, this wasn’t what I had in mind.” You laughed nervously, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Oh? You wanted a challenge?” Kaeya asks, stepping closer to you. You squeaked and took a step back, only to bump into someone’s chest. You turned around and looked up at the person you had accidentally backed up into.

“Sorry for bumping into you, Albedo.” You squeaked; by now, you knew your face was most likely as red as Diluc’s hair. You took a deep breath and covered your face, feeling your heart race against your chest. These men will be the death of you.

“I-I wasn’t asking for a challenge; I just did not expect to be surrounded by eleven handsome men during Windtrace. Archons, I feel like my heart is going to explode.” You mumbled, attempting to find a way to cool your face down. Your face felt so hot; you began to fan your face with your hands to cool down.

“Handsome, you say?” Thoma comments, the corners of his lips quirked up.

“Thoma.” You whined, tugging on this arm, your head bowed down, refusing to make eye contact.

“Please stop humiliating me further.” You pleaded softly, gathering the courage to look up at him with puppy dog eyes. Taken aback, Thoma looks away from you, his cheeks and the tip of his ears turning red.

“If [Y/N] wants to play Windtrace correctly, then we will play it correctly,” Xiao speaks up, grabbing your attention.

This time, instead of glaring at Childe, Xiao was glaring at Thoma now. Although, it was a little bit more discreet compared to the time when he was glaring at Childe. Which was a few minutes ago before the game had begun. Sighing in relief, you thank Xiao, who hums in response. He wasn’t looking at you, but if you looked closely, there’s a slight pink tint on the apples of his cheeks.

“Fine, way to ruin the fun.” Kaeya pouts playfully, ruffling your hair.

“Make sure not to take a peek, snookums!” Childe sing-song, booping your nose lightly. He grabbed both of your hands and placed them over your eyes.

This time, you hear more footsteps shuffling around you. Some grew distant, while some sounded close yet not too close to where you stood. This time, you waited a couple of minutes for the sound of footsteps to slowly fade away. Taking your hands off of your eyes, you look around you.

“Itto?” You ask, looking at the tall oni a couple of feet away from you.

“Oh shit, are you done counting?” Itto asks. You nodded your head before slowly stopping, realizing that Itto most likely did not see you nod your head.

“Since you found me, I guess that means that the bucket comes off, huh,” Itto says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I believe so.” You hum, approaching the oni.

Itto reaches up to take the bucket off of his head, only to struggle. You stared at Itto, not knowing what to do.

“Hehe… I may or may not be stuck..” Itto trails off.

“Oh, dear.” You sigh. You walk up to Itto before tapping his bare chest.

“Lean down; I’m going to try to help you get it off.” You said. Itto nods his head and squats down to your height. You grabbed onto the bucket and tried to pull it off. You grunted and held onto the wooden bucket tightly, tugging on the bucket.

“Ow!” Itto whines. “My horn.” He mumbles, his hand reaching up to place it on the bucket.

“Ah! I’m sorry, Itto! The bucket isn’t budging at all.” You sighed, looking around to see if anyone else was around to help you get the bucket off of Itto’s head.

“Well, I can’t continue playing Windtrace with a bucket over my head,” Itto commented.

“Why did you put your head in a tiny bucket? Why not hide in a wine keg instead? Or in the shrubbery!” You ask, gently hitting the wooden bucket, making Itto groan.

“[Y/N], a six-foot-tall oni can’t fit in wine kegs.” Itto mumbles, you can hear him pouting. It was adorable, needless to say.

“Itto, I don’t think I can let the others wait any longer. I’ll have to pull you everywhere with me while I search for the others.” You said.

“I’m okay with that! After all, you did find me!” Itto replies.

“Hold on, let me try one more time.” You murmured, pulling a wooden chair out from the table and standing on top of it. Placing your hands on the wooden bucket once more before pulling on it. Pulling once, twice, thrice, you were unsuccessful.

“Yeah, you’re stuck in there, Itto.” You sighed in defeat. You watched Itto slump forward with an exasperated sigh of defeat.

“You know, the Arataki Itto never gets defeated by anything! O-Other than in beetle fighting, b-but still! This is the first time I’ve lost to a wooden bucket.” Itto grumbles.

“It’s okay, Itto! We’ll figure it out once we find everyone!” You cooed, gently rubbing his back.

“Now, let’s go and find the others!” You say, grabbing onto Itto’s hand, pulling him with you.

You did not think that pulling a six-foot-tall oni with you would be complicated; heck, you didn’t even think that anyone would get into a sticky situation, but here you are! It was nearly impossible to guide a six-foot-tall oni around with a bucket on his head. The oni almost ran and trip over every little thing!

“Where’s Zhongli when you need him?” You mumble, looking around Dawn Winery for the former archon.

“What? Am I not a good company?” Itto sulks, crossing his arms over his chest, pouting beneath the bucket. Guilt immediately hits you like a ton of bricks.

“No, Itto! That’s not what I’m saying! I-I’m saying Zhongli is good at problem-solving and can find a way to get you unstuck from the bucket!” You said frantically, trying to comfort the man.

“Is there a problem?” You look up, spotting Kazuha and Xiao standing in the tree.

“Were you guys up there the entire time?” You ask, squinting your eyes at them.

“Yes, yes we were!” Kazuha smiles innocently, hopping off of the tree, and walks towards both you and Itto.

“Why did you choose to hide with a bucket over your head?” Xiao asks, knocking the wooden bucket, making Itto groan.

“Listen, I had a good plan in my mind, but it didn’t go where I was hoping it would,” Itto says.

“How incompetent.” Xiao sighs, shaking his head in disapproval with an eye roll.

“Hey! I’m not stupid!” Itto protests, standing up from his spot, towering over the three of you. You laugh nervously and pat Itto’s shoulders, attempting to calm him down.

“I believe we should stop the game here and get Itto some help.” You say, looking over at Xiao and Kazuha.

“I believe it’s for the best.” Kazuha hums, nodding his head.

“Watch Itto for me. I’m going to go find the others.” You said. Xiao sighed with his arms crossed over his chest while Kazuha nodded.

You stepped away from the trio before continuing your search for the other eight men. Just when you thought that getting Itto out of the wooden bucket was complicated, you were dead wrong because finding the other eight men was even more complex. Some were hiding on top of the building (which you had a hard time climbing up to the point where Diluc had to come out of his hiding spot to prevent you from getting hurt). Others were hiding in the shrubbery or were attempting to disguise themselves as one of the Dawn Winery employees (Albedo and Zhongli were having a casual chat with one another about alchemy, for some reason, you almost walked passed by them).

“You’re telling me that we have to stop this game on short notice because someone got their head stuck in a wooden bucket?” Diluc asks, crossing his arms across his chest with an eyebrow raised.

“... That is correct, Diluc!” You nod your head sheepishly.

“Why would someone put their head in a bucket in the first place? Especially if they have horns.” Venti murmurs; you shrugged your shoulders.

“That sounds like Itto!” Gorou chuckles, shaking his head with a smile on his face.

“It’s not out of the ordinary for Itto,” Thoma adds.

��Please, someone help him! I tried helping, but the bucket wouldn’t come off!” You frowned.

“Itto is a perfect example of how not to play Windtrace.” Kaeya chuckles, shaking his head.

“Alright, alright! You can stop the Itto slander now! Just get me out of here already!” Itto exclaims.

“Is there anyone that wants to volunteer to take the wooden bucket off of Itto’s head?” Albedo asks, looking around at everyone else.

“Considering I was unsuccessful many times, I volunteer Zhongli.” You said, pointing over at the ex archon.

“Why Zhongli? Why not me, the 11th Fatui Harbinger?” Childe mutters, pouting slightly with his arms crossed over his chest. Diluc rolls his eyes, along with Xiao. Sometimes you forget that Diluc isn’t fond of the Fatui; you were surprised that Diluc and Childe hadn’t attacked one another yet. And when that time comes, you sure hope that you don’t get caught in the middle of it all.

“Zhongli’s the first person to pop up in my mind.” You commented.

“Oh? So you’re saying that you’ve been thinking about Zhongli instead of me?” Childe asks, pouting even more.

“Zhongli seems to be a problem-solving type of person, and I believe that he knows how to find solutions to many things.” You stuttered, feeling yourself becoming flustered.

“I’m flattered that you think of me,” Zhongli says, smiling at you, light pink dusting his cheeks.

“Ugh, stooooooop! You’re so cute when you smile!” You whined, covering your face with your hands, not knowing that you said that out loud for everyone to hear. The ten men visibly pouted—minus Itto because his head is still in a bucket, and you can’t see him pouting to himself— a sting of jealousy hit them in the heart. While Zhongli looks at you in awe, his cheeks turning a much darker shade of pink. Zhongli suddenly felt shy at your comment, but he also felt flattered as well.

“Why can’t they call me cute too?” The question was circulating through their mind while poor Itto still had his head stuck in the wooden bucket for who knows how long.

“Uh! Hello?! Less flirting, more getting the Arataki Itto out from the bucket!” Itto exclaims, stomping his foot on the ground with his arms crossed.

Zhongli sighs and approaches Itto; Zhongli places a firm hand on the bucket and pulls. The bucket didn’t budge too much; it budged slightly. Again, Zhongli pulls and pulls on the bucket. The more Zhongli tugged on the bucket, the more it began to slide from Itto’s head slowly. And before anyone knew it, the bucket finally came off! Zhongli accidentally hit you in the face with the same bucket, unfortunately.

BONK!

“Ow!” You yelped, holding onto the area where the bucket had unintentionally whacked you in the face.

“HA! That’s what you get for complimenting Zhongli instead of me!” Childe howls with laughter, leaning against Kaeya, who was stifling his laughter.

“Why are you so mean to me?” You whine, glaring at Childe.

“[Y/N], I apologize for hitting you in the face with the bucket. It wasn’t my intention!” Zhongli says, cradling your face in his gloved hands.

“It’s not your fault Zhongli. I stood too close to you while you were trying to get the bucket off of Itto’s head.” You pouted, burying your face into Zhongli’s chest with your arms wrapped around him. You were trying to hide from the embarrassing situation by hiding your face in Zhongli’s chest; Zhongli immediately wraps his arms around you. Oh, if only you could stay in his arms forever.

“You smell really good.” Your voice was muffled against Zhongli’s chest. Thankfully he didn’t hear what you said. Or did he? Even if he did listen to what you’ve said, he didn’t say anything.

“Oh, come on!” Childe groans, staring at the public display of affection in front of him. If the others weren’t already jealous, this probably fueled the fire even more.

“Man, now I wish I never got the bucket unstuck.” Itto whines, rubbing his horns with a frown on his face.

“I believe we should stop for today,” Diluc commented, uncrossing his arms. Diluc frowns at the sight of you burying your face into Zhongli’s chest. An ugly feeling gnaws at Diluc; he bites the inside of his cheeks, attempting not to let the jealousy get to him. If only it were him instead of Zhongli.

“I agree; let’s go nurse the injury,” Albedo says, approaching you and Zhongli. He gave you and Zhongli a fake smile, the unfamiliar feeling bubbling deep within him. Whatever this feeling was, Albedo did not enjoy it. Nor did he enjoy the sight of you being so close to the Liyuen man.

“I don’t think it’ll leave a scratch, but it will certainly leave a bruise.” You mumble, rubbing the area where the bucket has hit you.

“Now, hold on! I believe that it’s our turn to be the hunter for the final round!” Childe spoke up, grabbing onto yours and Zhongli’s arms to prevent the two of you from walking away.

“Childe, [Y/N] needs to rest. I believe they might have a slight concussion from the bucket.” Zhongli says, gently rubbing the red spot on your face that was gradually turning purple. You leaned into Zhongli’s touch and sighed in content; a soft smile appeared on Zhongli’s face.

“So much for not having favorites.” Thoma sighs, closing his eyes in discontent.

“We mustn’t hold back any longer. We need to ice the forming bruise and make sure that you’re not injured in any other way.” Albedo says, crossing his arms, clearly unamused.

“Why get a bag of ice to ice their bruise when I, a cryo vision wielder, can do that myself?” Kaeya asks with his eyebrow raised before walking towards you and grabbing your face with his hands. Much to Zhongli’s dismay. Kaeya’s hands slowly became cold before he placed his hand on the faint bruise on your face.

“No, I’d rather have Albedo ice my bruise.” You pouted, pulling your face out of his grasp with a pout—amusement flashed over Albedo’s face, light pink dusting his cheeks at your comment.

“Tsk, so stubborn,” Kaeya murmurs, pulling your face into his hands once more.

“Kaeya!” You hissed, attempting to swat at the man.

“So cute, you remind me of a kitten having a hissy fit.” Kaeya snickers, pulling you into his chest and pats the top of your head with a teasing smile on his handsome face.

You turn your head towards Kaeya, and your eyes land on his boob window; you stared at it for a moment, then glanced up at him. Kaeya was staring down at you in amusement; you felt your face tinged pink with embarrassment.

“You like what you see?” Kaeya teases, gently placing his hand on the faint bruise on your face.

“Very much.” You blurt out, catching Kaeya by surprise.

“Oh, you naughty little thing.” Kaeya chuckles, gently pinching your cheeks.

“That’s not fair! How come you’re flirting with those two except for me!” Childe demands, huffing in the background.

“I’m not flirting with anyone.” You mumble, looking away from them. Your face was turning dark red like Diluc’s hair.

“You know I’m hot too, right? Not just Kaeya and Zhongli.” Childe huffs, approaching you, Kaeya, Zhongli, and Albedo.

“Technically, you’re all hot and attractive. There's no need to debate on who is more attractive than who when I find all of you attractive.” You said, shrugging your shoulders.

Everyone fell silent and stared at you in mirth, the corners of their lips quirking up at your response. You pressed your lips together and closed your eyes. Slowly, they began to close in on you one by one, soon surrounding you in a circle once more.

“I need to learn how to not blurt things out without thinking.” You whispered to yourself, smacking your head with your palms. You winced in pain when your hand landed on the bruise on your face.

“Either I get this bruise treated, and we stop playing Windtrace for the day, or we continue playing Windtrace with a giant bruise on my face.” You commented, squinting your eyes at each of the men around you.

“Darling, I have a cryo vision. I can make you feel better with just a simple touch.” Kaeya purrs, leaning his face close to yours. The way Kaeya looked at you sent heat throughout your entire body; your face must be beet red by now.

“Let’s continue playing Windtrace, but this time, our little bunny over here will be the prey,” Diluc spoke up, stepping up towards you and tilting your head up. His thumb brushes over the bottom of your lip.

“Wait, I’ll be the prey, and there will be eleven hunters searching for me!?” You squeaked, looking at Diluc with wide eyes.

“Of course! It’s only fair that we become the hunter in the next round.” Kazuha chuckles, tilting his head to the side, and examines you closely.

“You were the hunter after all, and now it’s our turn to be the hunter,” Xiao spoke up, gazing at you with an unknown emotion in his eyes. Was it lust? Hunger? You almost felt naked under their watchful eyes.

“B-But we never finished the first round! We had to stop the first round because Itto got his head stuck in the wooden bucket!” You protested; your heart was pounding in your chest. You don’t even know if your heart will be able to deal with all of this any longer.

“It’s okay! We’ll make this round a little bit more complicated since you did say that the first round was a bit too easy.” Thoma says, smiling at you innocently.

You scoffed and pouted at Thoma’s comment. You looked away from the men, arms over your chest, cheeks puffed out in frustration. Now they want to make the game complicated? Wait a minute— since there will be eleven hunters, that means…

“Hold on a second! You have Gorou on your team!” You exclaimed.

“Yes, and what about it?” Gorou asks, quirking up an eyebrow at you.

“You have a good sense of smell! That means you can sniff me out in seconds!” You whined. Gorou smiles brightly and nods his head, his ears twitching and his tail wagging side to side with excitement. You then glanced over at Xiao and Kazuha before pointing at the two of them with an accusing finger.

“A-And those two! They’re also good hunters! The wind will most likely tell Kazuha where I’m hiding!” You added, glancing over at the others. Kazuha hides his chuckle by clearing his throat, biting the inside of his cheek.

“Ah, it seems our little bunny is observant.” Zhongli chuckles; his amber eyes begin to glow as he stares deep into your eyes. Zhongli’s eyes are so enchanting; you can just stare into them all day if you can. Breaking out of your trance, you shook your head and let out a shaky sigh. You were trembling! Not out of fear but from excitement.

“Not the nicknames again.” You whine, covering your face.

“What do you say, bunny? Care for a round two, but more challenging?” Childe asks, grabbing your hands and pulling them down away from your face. He tilts your head up with one hand, a dangerous smile appearing on his face.

“Looks like I have no choice.” You sighed in defeat; the men around you cheered. You shook your head in disbelief, a faint smile appearing on your face. There’s no way in hell that you’d be able to win the upcoming round of Windtrace against eleven hunters. You were fucked, that’s for sure.

“At least let me ice the bruise on my face first, then we can continue the game.” You spoke up, interrupting their little celebration.

“Oh, right.” Itto chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile on his face.

“I’m right here, you know,” Kaeya commented, your eyebrows shot to your hairline at Kaeya’s comment. Kaeya had a sly smirk on his face— he knew what he was doing.

“I can ice your bruise easily. You don’t need to do anything elaborate to put ice on your bruise. I’m all you need.” Kaeya explains, shooting you a wink. You shook your head at Kaeya’s comment. Wait, since Kaeya’s wearing an eyepatch, how does he wink? One of his eyes is covered, so when he blinks in general, is he winking or blinking?

“Hey, Kaeya….” You murmured, squinting up at him.

“Yes, [Y/N]?” Kaeya hums, raising an eyebrow at you; the smirk remains on his face.

You stayed silent for a moment, debating on whether you should ask him the question or not. But because you see how impatient some of the men were— Itto— you decided not to ask Kaeya that question. Perhaps you’ll save that question for next time.

“Never mind.” You said, brushing away your curiosity.

“I’ll go fetch you an ice pack for your bruise,” Diluc says, walking towards Dawn Winery. You watch Diluc walk to the winery; you couldn’t help but watch Diluc walk away. The way Diluc walks held so much power over you. You subconsciously bite down on your lip.

“Now, when will you look at me like that?!” Childe’s voice snaps you out of your daydream, making you look over at him like a deer caught in headlights. You glared at Childe and looked away from him with your arm over your chest, letting out a sassy huff.

“Never! Since you laughed at me when I got hit in the face with a wooden bucket!” You sneered, ignoring Childe’s dramatic gasp and sputters.

“I-I was joking, snookums!” Childe sputters, approaching you with puppy dog eyes.

“Not when you said that I deserved it for complimenting Zhongli instead of you!” You grumbled, attempting to dodge his grasps.

“Baby, please~!” Childe whines, now chasing after you.

“Childe, no!” You squealed, running around in circles with Childe behind your tail. Without thinking, Childe lunges towards you and knocks you down to the ground. Before your head can meet the pavement, Childe quickly shields your head with his hands, and the two of you landed on the floor with a loud thump.

“Ow! Childe!! Why do you always hurt me?!” You whined, glaring up at Childe, who was now straddling you by the hips.

“Another way not to play Windtrace.” Kaeya chuckles, shaking his head. “No tackling, if that’s what you’re wondering,” Kaeya adds, nodding his head.

“What in the world is going on here?!” Diluc interrupts; you look over at Diluc and hold your arms out to Diluc with a pout and puppy dog eyes. Maybe this would be the cause of a fight between Diluc and Childe.

“Diluc! Help me! Childe tackled me to the ground.” You whined, squirming underneath Childe. “Hey! I did not tackle you.” Childe protests, leaning down towards you with an exaggerated pout on his face. You stopped squirming and glared up at him.

“You liar! There are plenty of witnesses!” You groaned; you shoved his face away from yours and tried to claw your way out from underneath him.

“Childe, get off of [Y/N], now,” Zhongli says, frowning deeply at Childe, who huffs before begrudgingly getting off of you. Zhongli and Thoma help you get up from the ground; Diluc hands you the ice pack while Kazuha and Xiao examine you for any other possible injuries caused by Childe tackling you to the ground.

“Are you alright? You’re not hurt anywhere, are you?” Diluc asks, scanning you up and down. You nod your head and place the ice pack on your face.

“I’m okay. Does that mean we can skip out on the next round of Windtrace?” You ask in a hopeful tone.

“Hold on there! Just because we were all worried about you doesn’t mean you can bail out on the next round of Windtrace!” Itto spoke up, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“We’ll give you a head start.” Venti pats your head with a smile on his face.

“It was worth the shot.” You sighed in defeat.

“Better choose a good hiding spot, little bunny! We’re coming after you, and we won’t be gentle. After all, you didn’t want us to go easy on you.” Kaeya smirks, watching you run off to find a hiding spot.

As you ran around Dawn Winery to find an excellent place to hide, you mentally prayed to yourself that you wouldn’t get caught easily. You were just hoping that someone gentle would find you, but knowing these men, they weren’t going to go easy on you. Especially someone like Childe and Kaeya! Those two men are dangerous! Once you find a suitable place to hide, you quickly get into that spot and curl up into a ball.

“Please don’t find me, please don’t find me.” You think to yourself, feeling your heart hammering against your chest.

“Ready or not, here we come!” You feel your blood run cold; the sound of various footsteps around Dawn Winery made you even more anxious. Who was going to be the first one to find you? Was it Gorou because of his excellent sense of smell? Would it be Kazuha because the wind perhaps gave your spot away? Whoever will be the first one to find you, you were doomed either way. Is this how you’re supposed to play Windtrace? That’s not what you remembered! You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t see a figure standing in front of you.

“I found you~!”

Note: Wow, the longest one-shot/imagine I've ever made! Not only that, but this is my first post that has a lot of tags! The only thing that I'm not looking forward to is typing out all of the tags for my Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader ;v; Anyway! I hope you all enjoyed this really long one-shot! Masterlist and Tumblr blog navigation will be made and posted soon! Again, I ONLY post on my Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and my AO3 (Aaliah_exo)! Nowhere else except Tumblr and AO3!

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demelza00 · 2 years ago

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Glass. Part 3

Tsireya x Fem!Omaticaya!Reader

Contains: some angst, some comfort finally, implied Avatar: The Way of Water spoilers

Word count: 910

Finally edited lol

Final part! Sorry this took so long, I did not think anyone would see the other two :0 (Also I'm a bit disappointed with this one, might rewrite it in the future lol). Thank you all sm for reading<3 If y'all like this story w/ Tsireya, I'm not sure if my next writing will be a similar concept with another character or a different prompt entirely with Tsireya. Any suggestions? <3

-(Name)'s POV

I cried. I screamed, and cried, and screamed more and kept doing so until my throat was raw and there were no more tears to fall. I have no idea how long we sat there, Tsireya holding me and smoothing my hair down.

I let everything out. I told her how I couldn’t see a way that I could ever fill Neteyam’s role, how I didn’t know how I could even go on without the guidance of my older brother. I told her that I was scared, maybe more scared than I ever had been, and that I was completely lost with no idea what to do next.

And Tsireya held me. She cried with me through some of it, keeping one of her hands firmly pressed against my back, grounding me. When I stopped crying, she eventually moved my head back and wiped the tears from my face.

“(Name). I see you. Your family will guide you, you will be alright. I know that you will do well,” she tells me. I try to protest, but barely get out a word before my voice cracks, tears flooding my eyes yet again.

Tsireya pulls me back into a hug. “I believe in you and I will be here for you. You are my best friend,” she says. Amazingly, through all of the grief of the day, the words ‘best friend’ manage to sting.

She must see my ears go back or something, because she yet again pulls back and looks at my face. Her big eyes look as though they are searching for an answer on my face, and she seems to find it.

“I will always be at your side,” she says.

I bite my lip to keep from sobbing again, and nod. She smiles weakly, nodding as well.

I’m not sure how much longer we sit there, now settled beside each other, leaning back against a large rock and watching the waves. It must’ve been a while, though, because the sky has started getting ever-so-slightly brighter, though the sun isn’t yet rising from the water.

When it gets bright enough that our bioluminescent spots start to dim, yet still before sunrise, Tsireya turns her head slightly, catching my attention. “We might want to get back soon,” she says quietly, still looking out at the water.

I nod my head. “Yeah, that is probably a good idea,” I agree, also quiet. It's like there is a peace that neither of us want to disturb. But when I look over at her, and see the pure, gentle beauty of her face, I find I can't stop myself.

“Tsireya..” I say quietly. She turns to look at me, and when her eyes meet mine, I almost falter. “I think I’m in love with you.”

It felt like the world had stopped. Tsireya’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp, my heart nearly stopped, and even the slight breeze stopped. Neither of us moved for what felt like hours, but then her mouth closed and she frowned slightly.

“(Name)..” She said quietly. I felt like puking. The one person I’m comfortable with, that I know I can trust! Why did I fuck it up? What the hell is wrong with me, Tsireya is the most beautiful girl in Awa’atlu, and the next in line to be Tsahik, why would I ever think-

“I’m worried that you only say that because I comforted you. If you only think you feel that way because you don’t know how else to cope with what’s happened, then..” She trailed off, trying to find more words but ultimately leaving it at that.

What..? Only because she comforted me? Is that what she thinks I meant?

“It is not because you comforted me,” I said, looking away from her as I felt my cheeks burn. “Since we became friends, I believe I have been falling in love with you. You are the kindest, gentlest, and most beautiful person I have ever met.. I have never been able to be vulnerable with people to the extent as I have with you. And seeing the way that you care for my family, showing them patience and respect.. You have stood up for my siblings and I, you have scolded your own brother for calling us freaks.. How could I not fall in love with you?”

When I finally had the courage to look at Tsireya again, her cheeks had a beautiful blush, and she looked to be surprised. When she came to reality again, I saw small tears pool in her eyes, and she smiled slightly. “Do you mean that..?” She asked quietly.

I nodded, and the next thing I knew, she had launched herself from her seat in the sand and hugged me, with so much momentum that we both ended up falling. When she leaned back, her hair falling around my head as she looked down at me, she smiled widely, showing the beautiful dimples that I had missed.

“Do you.. feel the same?” I asked hesitantly, smiling slightly as well. She laughed, nodding as she used one of her hands to wipe the small tears from the corners of her eyes. The other moved to hold her up, then she cupped my face gently. “Can I kiss you (Name)?”

I nodded, and she giggled again, leaning down and finally pressing her lips to mine. “I see you (Name).”

“I see you Tsireya.”

Hope you enjoyed <3 Should I make more Tsireya content next or do y'all wanna see some other characters?

#tsireya #tsireya wlw #tsireya x reader #tsireya x fem #tsireya comfort #tuktirey #neteyam #lo'ak #kiri sully #atwow x reader #atwow #avatar 2 #sully!reader #tsireya best character #pls i love her

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sukiitoru · 3 years ago

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Hello<3 i hope you're having a great day!

Can I request for twisted wonderland about overblot students (separately) who after having their mental breakdowns explain to the reader why they overblotted, they look at him in the eyes and just go "lol same😀😀😀", because they've having similar struggles in their own world

Hello, dear I'm having a good day i hope your day is great as well thank you for your amazing request i had alot of fun writing this one i hope you enjoy it 💙

I made mc a little affectionate in this i hope you don't mind

My requests are still open if you want to request something thank you so much for reading this

Mc is non-binary pronounce is they/them

Fandom: twisted wonderland

Type: angst at the start then fluff

Shared struggles

Riddle Rosehearts

Trey continued to be a concerned mom and took care care of riddle for the rest of the day

The boy was back in his room trey making him some snacks

Mc wanted to check on riddle worried for the boy he did have an overblot

Mc was too nervous to go so they had to ask permission from trey

Trey allowed mc to visit riddle knowing mc they would help riddle feel better

They were nervous to even go near the room they never really talked to riddle after all

A soft knock was heard on riddle's door the male in question was reading a book lifting his head up slightly

"come in trey i told you don't knock it's not necessary i know it's yo-" riddle says getting interrupted by seeing mc's face his face getting a little red remembering how mc saw him have a bit of a hissy fit earlier today

The male quickly went back to reading his book trying to not show how his face

"riddle? I wanted to check up on you i hope your doing better?" Mc asked softly coming inside the room and closing the door softly standing next to riddle's bed

"i am alright thank you for asking you can leave now rule 343 says that no one should interrupt the afternoon reading time" riddle says still looking at his book jumping a little when mc sat down at his bed and looked at him with concerned eyes

"this might be a little weird but can i ask you what happened to make you overbolt? I understand of you don't want to answer but I wanted to try and help you i went through my own fair share of trouble in my life" mc explained fidgeting with their hands looking down getting mentally prepared for rejection

"i....when i was a child my mother didn't allow to do alot of things you could say.....i had to be perfect in every way possible i couldn't enjoy things that liked i couldn't be with people i loved i believed all the things she did was right and that it was for my own good.....but it wasn't....." The male started to explain tearing up remembering his rough childhood

"I'm disappointed in both myself and my mother aren't mothers supposed do what's good for their children then why......" The boy started to sob quietly mc looking at him with sad understanding eyes before taking hold of his hand gently

The boy looked up seeing the soft look on mc's face looking down at mc's hand holding his softly making him sob even more

"i understand what your going through my father was very strict i was never allowed to go outside have friends eat sweets i know how terrible your feeling right now but your not alone me and the others will be here for you" mc says tearing up a little remembering their childhood and how strict their parents was

"you can talk to me whenever you feel stuck or wonder about anything i know it's hard but we can go through this together don't ever forget that riddle" mc says softly pulling riddle into a hug the male clinging into the back of their uniform sobbing on their shoulder

"it's okay your not alone anymore i promise you" mc says rubbing Ribble's back gently

The door of riddle's room opened softly trey appearing behind the door peaking his head in

He smiles softly at the sight he knew it was good to send mc for riddle they have a good heart he knew it

Tray is now sure that riddle will be better he's not alone anymore mc will make sure of it they'll go through this together

Mc doesn't regret being in this strange place anymore they're glad to having the chance to meet riddle

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Leona Kingscholar

Leona was still in the nurse's office the others left he was too lazy to get up it was only him and mc who was taking a nap

The guards came and took his very clingy niece who was crying all the way out and waving at him

He sat there bored out of his mind staring at the little human's face

Leona wondered how they could be so peaceful when he was in the bed next to them

Weren't they scared he might get up and eat them he didn't understand this human at all

He continued to think about this human and their strange words the human stirred their eyes opening softly

"hmm...." Mc yawns softly opening their eyes to meet with bright green eyes staring at them

"rise and shine herbivore did you like your nap" Leona says sarcastically resting his head on his palm staring at mc

"Leona are you feeling better why are you still here" mc says softly yawning softly sitting up and rubbed their eye gently

"I'm too lazy to get up herbivore" Leona sighed staring as mc got up from their bed and got into his bed yawning softly

"move i wanna lay down" mc says in a sleepy voice shocking Leona who moved back anyway making space for mc to lay down

Mc layed down yawning again before staring at Leona with sleepy eyes making the male yawn softly as well

"are you feeling better?" Mc asked in a soft voice the male getting sleepy but answering anyways

"i suppose nothing hurts why are you on my bed tho you might kick me in your sleep and your bed is completely comfortable to sleep in" Leona argued yawning staring at mc with his green eyes

Mc didn't move and continued to stare at Leona before moving the hand to gently caress Leona's hair

"did you overbolt because you were overlooked by your family? Because your not the oldest?" Mc asked softly staring at Leona the male's eyes showing shock for a second before going back to normal

"because i was second means that no matter what I'll never be king no matter how strong or smart i get no matter how much better i am then him it doesn't matter....." Leona started spilling his feelings out starting to feel angry again

Leona got interrupted by a hand resting on his cheek his eyes met with mc's shock appearing in his eyes at the unfamiliar touch

"i....i understand how your feeling...... I'm the second child in the family my parents didn't expect much from me they appeared to care more about my sibling than me but you don't have to be first to prove to them how special you are" mc started smiling softly at the male who leaned into their touch without noticing

"your family does care about you they really do but you'll have to prove yourself being grumpy all the time and hating your brother won't fix anything" mc continued in a soft voice rubbing Leona's cheek gently

"hmmm.....your not so bad herbivore maybe your as dumb as i thought you were" Leona mumbled yawning softly nuzzling into mc's hand wrapping his arm around their waist and closing his eyes to take a nap

"hm... Don't sleep without me Leonaa" mc whines pinching Leona's cheek the male grumbling after

After a while they both feel into deep sleep not noticing the figure who chuckled at both of them before closing the door an running off planning to use the scene as black mail for the two

Most importantly of all Leona will prove himself he won't be so jealous anymore..... maybe a little bit but he doesn't have to tell anyone

He's glad this human is around they're helpful and a nice sleeping buddy

Leona smiles softly in his sleep having good dreams after a long time

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Azul Ashengrotto

After the monstro lounge was closed mc wanted to make a short visit to azul

Grim was being a child and whined about mc leaving him

Mc had to leave grim with ace and duce a glare from riddle quickly shut him up

Mc quickly thanked the three before leaving to visit Octavinelle meeting the twins on their way

The twins greeted mc and told them that azul was in his office to which mc quickly thanked them and went on their way to visit azul

Mc went to the office knocking gently on the door before pecking their head in through the door and going inside

The knock on the door surprised the male who was focused on his work gently saying come in and a head of a certain little prefect peaked in through the door

"azul? Are you busy i hope I'm not bothering you?" Mc says softly with a concerned face

"no I'm not busy you can come in" azul says going back to his work mc quickly went in and closed the door gently behind them

"umm are you feeling better? I know yesterday was hard.... I'm sorry it was kinda my fault" mc says softly looking down at their feet fidgeting with their hands

The male looked up and the perfect who looked very tired like him dark circles around their eyes their cheeks red probably from running all the way here

"don't apologize it's not your fault it's mine....i was tricking people i regret it now....i apologize for my mistake " Azul says looking down at his hands tightly gripping the pen in his hand

Mc looked up at the male he looked tired his figure was resting on the desk his face pale dark circles around his eyes paper filling his desk

"No it's wasn't your fault it kinda is but don't apologize please it was my plan that drove you into overbolting " mc says quickly moving to stand next to Azul's chair putting their hands on his shoulder

"...why..... why are you so nice to me even after all i did?" Azul asked lifting his head to look at mc who nervously looking away from him

"because i understand your struggles you were bullied when you were younger weren't you?" Mc asked in a soft voice nervously looking away from azul the male staring at mc

"i suppose they made fun of me because because i was different i hated it I did make them regret it after but......" Azul started tearing up a little before taking a deep breath looking away from mc

"azul.......i....i was bullied too as a child....i know it's hard...." Mc says softly hugging the male gently making azul tear up hugging them back gently

"but that doesn't mean that you have to take revenge your different now you should forget about the past and move on" mc says softly holding the male softly

They understood the feeling of being bullied they grew up being bullied it was hard to deal with but they moved on they learned to accept themselves just the way they were

"you can tell me.....you don't have to keep these feelings to your self i like you just the way you are we like you how you are" mc says rubbing Azul's head gently the male clinging more into them

"thank you truly i... I'm really glad your here with me" azul says smiling at mc gently mc smiled at him patting his head

Mc took hold of Azul's hand pulling him up and out of the office

"let's get some fresh air the weather is nice outside" mc says pulling azul outside the male following them smiling softly

He's understands now he doesn't have to change himself he's not perfect but he's fine just the way he is

This prefect is something different he's glad they're here with him

The twins look at eachother and smile at the sight of their friend

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Jamil Viper

Jamil was kinda being fussed over by kalim he didn't let male move

Kalim felt very sorry for his friend he didn't jamil felt that way at all they both sat down and let their feelings out to eachother

Kalim apologized a million times almost crying Jamil quickly stopped him and told him he forgave him

Mc as usual wanted to check up on both kalim and Jamil they both looked very tired the day after at school

They probably looked tired from all the crying and sleepless nights kalim told mc that he couldn't sleep for a few days worried about Jamil

Mc went to Scarabia to visit the two going to Jamil's room finding them both siting together

"Jamil, kalim hey you two i hope I'm not bothering you" Mc asked entering the room jamil was reading a book kalim doing his homework and writing in his notebook

"mc! Your not bothering us i was doing my homework and Jamil is reading a book come here sit I'll go get us tea" kalim says excitedly getting up and running off to make tea even with jamil telling him he'll do it

"he sure is excited as usual" mc chuckled softly sitting down next to Jamil the male sighing softly at kalim's loud voice disappearing down the hall

"yea he's back to his usual loud self how are you mc? What brings you here if you don't mind me asking?" Jamil asked closing his book gently setting it down and starting at mc

"i wanted to check up on you and Kalim you both looked really tired the others are worried about you both tho i see that Kalim is better how are you feeling now?" Mc asked looking at Jamil curiously

"i am feeling better i suppose me and Kalim talked about it" jamil says tracing his hands on the cover of the book

"i see that's good to hear I've honestly understand how you're feeling i had to take care of someone like you do with Kalim our families were connected many years ago with marriage but now it isn't necessary anymore tho i didn't have to do it i did take care of them it was hard to do but i did it they're taking care of themselves now" mc explained smiling softly at the memories Jamil's eyes opened in a shock for a moment before going back to normal

"you....you know how stressful it is to take care of someone especially Kalim" Jamil sighed finally feeling relatable to someone

"yes it was really tiring sometimes my friend was even clinger then Kalim you can't imagine how much of a hard time i had taking care of them getting food poisoning every week" mc sighed gently resting their head on the table looking at Jamil

"yes it is very hard to deal with but i do not regret it really I'm glad me and Kalim talked about it" Jamil says resting his head on the table looking at mc

Mc chuckles gently pushing the hair from Jamil's face to behind his ear pinching his cheek gently after

"you know i could help you with Kalim I'm good at most things I don't mind helping you both at all and you should let him become a little independent you know?" Mc says softly their hand still on Jamil's cheek tracing shapes gently

"i suppose you are right....... maybe you could help me only when your free your plate is already full with everything" Jamil says softly liking the feeling of their hand on his cheek closing his eyes gently

"I'm backkkkkkk" Kalim yells going into the room with a tea tray mc lifting their head greeting Kalim their hand still on Jamil's cheek the male didn't move and greeted Kalim in a sleepy voice

"what were you both doing? jamil are you sleepy? Are you feeling sick? Are you okay?" Kalim quickly asked setting down the tea tray on the table and fussing over the male who still didn't move from his spot

"he's resting for a little Kalim he's fine tho how about we lower out voices a little so he won't get a headache?" Mc asked gently shushing the male who stopped talking and started to drink his tea pushing the tea tray towards jamil and mc

Mc moved their hand away from Jamil's cheek and started to pour two cups of tea Jamil grumbling softly moving his head up a tea cup being set Infront of him

"tea will help drink some then you can take a nap and I'll rub your cheek more come on Jamil" mc says softly the male sighing before getting up to drink his tea

Mc was happily chatting with Kalim the male even more bright now that Jamil was feeling better

Jamil felt happy staring at mc and Kalim talk maybe he was jealous of Kalim before but he knows mc cares about them both equally so he's glad

They spend the rest of the day chatting and drinking tea then mc reading the two males a book and taking a nap together

Jamil was happy finally someone understood his feelings and will help him he's glad they're around

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Vil Schoenheit

The male in question locked himself up in his room which worried Epel and Rook

So they called their therapist dear lovely mc the best therapist of them all

Mc and vil weren't that close really but mc understood his feelings so they didn't want to pressure him too much

Both Epel and Rook knocked on his room many times Neige even came to visit him then went home when vil absolutely refused to leave his room

Epel and Rook told mc they would hear him crying at night which worried them to no end he never cried Infront of them

Mc went to vil's room knocking gently on the door still no answer but they won't get up easily

"vil it's me can't you open the door? I just want to talk" mc says knowing that vil can hear them through the door sitting down with their back against the door when vil didn't open the door

"you know vil back home where i came from i....i was a model and all the other models would get a better spotlight then me i was always jealous because i thought i was better well you know what i did i started modeling different things i became more friendly with the people around me and then i had the spotlight i was the main model in my agency" mc explained leaning their head back against the door

"i thought i will feel better but I didn't......i just continued to think that i was never good enough i doubt you feel like that but i learned to love myself just the way i am Neige isn't a rival to you he isn't better then you" mc continued on saying smiling gently when they heard the sound of someone shuffling then resting on the door

"i think your perfect just the way you are vil Rook Epel and me think your better in your field Neige is good at looking innocent like an angel your better at looking like the fairest of them all if i do say so myself " Mc says softly chuckling when they heard the sound of the door opening

Mc got up from the floor and went inside the room it was a little bit of a mess they closed the door behind them

Vil was standing Infront on his mirror his hair a mess dark circles under his eyes he was wearing dark purple pajamas unlike his usual uniform

Mc went behind vil resting both of their hands on vil's shoulder looking at the mirror Infront of them smiling at vil

"you look tired but still beautiful nonetheless vil" mc says softly the male smiling slightly at them

"I'm always beautiful.....but thank you for everything" vil says in a soft voice mc smiling gently at the male

"come on let's get you fixed up you beautiful fairy" mc says pulling vil to sit down putting a face mask on his face and brushing his hair gently

"your hair is so pretty when it's all down vil what do you think?" Mc says patting vil's head the male humming in agreement softly staring at mc brushing his hair gently pulling it into a bun

"show me your hands vil" mc asked holding their hands out for vil the male placing his hands softly in mc's

"your nail polish looks really dead vil i suppose i can help with you with that too do you mind letting me know where you keep your nail polishe?" Mc asked vil pointing towards a drawer mc pulled out a few shades of purple and red

Mc started to paint vil's nails softly vil watching them with shining eyes the whole time

"there we go let me take that mask off now do you mind me doing your makeup?" Mc asked taking the face mask off vil's face and throwing it in the trash

" I don't mind it your make-up is always good so I'm sure you'll mine good too" vil says softly looking at his nails which he liked alot

"Thanks deary now you want purple as usual right?" Mc asked softly putting primer under vil's eyes to hide his eye bags

"yea can you add some red in the middle too?" Vil asked mc hummed softly saying of course and starting with the eyeshadow

Mc used the lighter shade of purple on all of the eye layering it with the darker shades in the middle then the red and then the eyeliner

They finished the makeup with a soft red chapstick not to make it too much with the red lipstick

"now go change into your clothes I'll clean your room then we can go out on a walk and we'll eat some fruit that will help your skin okay?" Mc says softly pulling vil up pushing him towards his changing room

Mc cleaned the room making the bed and cleaning his desk throwing away the used paper towels

"I'm done" vil says out in his dorm clothes sitting down for mc to do his hair

After mc finished getting him ready they both stand infront of the mirror vil admiring the make-up and his hair

"thank you truly" vil says softly giving mc a kiss on the forehead after mc smiling at vil then pulling him out of his room

Rook and Epel were very happy to see vil back to normal showering him with compliments

Vil was feeling better now this was one of the best things happening in his life he might have to hire mc to do his make-up everyday

He's glad this human is around he will never forget what they did for him

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rina-writes · 3 years ago

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Season’s Greetings

Warnings: Fem!reader, smut (18+ minor dni - male!oral, penetration, suggestive language), fluff

Summary: You are visiting Jack’s hometown, Louisville, for the first time and it’s also Christmas. This means you are feeling a bit of pressure to make a good impression on Jack’s family, but Jack’s mind is on other things.

You felt Jack’s clear blue eyes on you. Your gaze was fixated forward. You worried what you might miss if you turned your head for a second. His sedan, an expensive black rental that he requested last minute from the airport, was moving at a pretty decent clip for the suburban area. Your eyes were darting around looking for small animals and young children who could jump in front of the car. If you were in your own hometown or one of your usual haunts with Jack, you wouldn’t be as paranoid. However, out here, you didn’t want a single thing to ruin today. Being this stressed was exhausting. It didn’t help that your boyfriend was watching you more than he was monitoring the road. You pressed your lips together and sighed,

“Eyes on the road, Jack.” You said calmly making him laugh.

“What makes you think I’m staring at you?” Jack teased, winking at you. “You’re cute, but not that cute.”

You turned toward him, rolling your eyes dramatically. “I am that cute, actually.”

Jack turned to look at you and grinned. “Yeah, you are.”

His toothy grin warmed your heart. Suddenly, you realized this was what he wanted this whole time: For you to look at him, banter with him, and tease him like you usually do. He was an attention whore, but so were you. It had been a year since you and Jack started dating, but you two were still obsessed with each other. After all, in that year, you probably spent the equivalent of about three months together in person. With him traveling for work and your personal commitments, it was difficult to meet face-to-face. When you did, you spent most of the time in the bedroom. If you weren’t in the process of love making, you were cooking and eating food. Outside of music, Jack thoughts were controlled by his stomach and his dick. You couldn’t judge: you weren’t much different.

Jack’s large, pale hand gripped your knee through your dress. His palm enveloped your knee, his fingers stretched to tickle the top of your leg. He moved his hand in a circular motion, not so subtly bunching the dress up in the process. You knew it was a matter of time before that hand started to head north towards your heat. You squeezed your thighs together instinctually, causing a low chuckle to rumble in his chest. There was a twinkle in his bright blue eyes as he spoke,

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dressed like this. You look so innocent.” He smiled, “I kinda like it.”

You stared down at the dress. You were sure you had one similar when you were kid. It was a bright red a-line dress with a v-neckline that didn’t go too far down, but gave your chest a bit of oomph. The material was thick and long sleeved, with a bit of glittery detailing on the sleeves and the hem of the dress, which extended past your knees. You were wearing your most fashionable black snow boots so you would be able to walk around in the snow. Just in case you got sent on an errand or volunteered to help out with something in the yard.

“It’s new.” You confessed. “I wasn’t sure what to wear and this seemed…festive.”

“Relax, mamas.” Jack’s voice had it’s usual calm pitch as he tapped leg comfortingly. “My folks are happy to have you for Christmas. Just be yourself.”

“I am!” You argued. “I’m just being the best version of myself. I have prepared for everything. I even have a plan if you hit that squirrel over there since you aren’t paying attention to the road.”

Jack laughed as he noticed the squirrel clearly on someone’s lawn with no intention of moving.

“You worry too much. You met my folks and my brother already.” Jack smiled, glancing at you. “And then love you just as much as I do.”

“For now…” You folded your arms. “And I would like to keep it that way. That’s why I got the perfect gifts and wore the perfect outfit and ---”

“How long have you been planning this?” Jack asked, concern evident in his voice. “I mean, my family is super chill. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It’s a huge deal!” You raised your voice slightly. “This is my first time meeting your extended family, and probably the longest time I’ll spend with your parents. I want to make a good impression.”

“Hmm, good thing you left your hooker dresses at home.” Jack nodded thoughtfully.

Your mouth fell open and you shoved him playfully. Jack broke into a smile, revealing his façade as he chuckled.

“You never complained about my hooker dresses before.” You retorted.

“Yeah, cause I’m a slut too.” Jack laughed, making you laugh more. “Seriously though, baby, you look great. A little bit like sexy Santa Claus, but you look great.”

“Santa Claus is fine,” You nodded. “I don’t want to look like the Homewrecker Who Ruined Christmas.”

“Huh, I missed that one on the Hallmark Channel.” Jack joked, making you laugh.

There was a silence as the laughter died down and Jack focused back on the road. You weren’t quite sure how much longer you had to drive, but you were getting more nervous by the second. Jack pulled his hand back to lower the heat in the car, shifting in his oversized sweater. It was a black sweater with a white polo underneath tucked into his tan slacks. You both looked like a bunch of preppy kids on their way to country club’s Christmas party, but at least your aesthetics matched. As you were thinking about your image again, you realized Jack also had something on his mind as he spoke once more.

“Give me the number.” He requested cryptically. There was no change in his expression, but he knew that you knew exactly what he wanted.

Your eyes shot over to him warningly. “Jack, we’re going to see your parents.”

“Come on,” Jack cooed. “It’s been four months. I need this.”

“You know when we get there, you’ll just want more.” You groaned. “Do you not remember the hoe conversation from fifteen minutes ago?”

“Number.” Jack said forcefully. Then his expression softened and he pouted. In a soft, cute voice he added, “...please?”

“Three.” You sighed out your response knowing you couldn’t say no to cute Jack. Cocky dominant Jack could get a slap to the face, but cutie Jack was too precious. That didn’t mean you would make it easy though.

“Three?!” Jack yelled back, his eyes still on the road. He twisted his lip to the side as he mumbled, “Fine, if that’s how you want to play.”

You smiled to yourself as you looked out the window. You propped your chin up with the help of the arm rest attached to the door. You waited for his first guess.

“Black.” He said, finally.

You thought about it and then shook your head. “Nope, good guess though.”

“Red.” Jack guessed quickly after, clearly feeling proud of himself.

“Nope, another good guess, but wrong.” You grinned, now feeling confident.

Jack groaned. He glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, tracing your silhouette. His eyes seemed to linger on your chest for awhile before a smile broke out on his lips.

“Dark purple.”

Your eyes widened as you tore your eyes away from the window. You frowned at him, folding your arms.

“You saw them this morning, didn’t you?” You said, accusingly. “I don’t have any other dark purple ones. You must have saw them.”

Jack grinned, clearly proud of himself. “I didn’t actually. I noticed the girls had a bit of lift.” He took one hand off the steering wheel to point at his own chest. “You gotta be wearing the purple one. The lacy one that makes ‘em look yummy.”

You blushed softly. “How’d you know I got the matching underwear for it? It’s been sold out for months. I finally got it during the Black Friday sale.”

“You’re so nervous, I figured you would probably wear a matching set under there.” Jack laughed. “Just in case, you know, you get put in the ambulance and they have to rip your clothes off. You’d hate for my mom to see you in terrible underwear.”

You laughed. The thought did cross your mind. Not explicitly, but it was something your family always said. As a result, you always wore good undergarments when visiting someone’s house or going to a special event. It also made you feel confident. This was one of your favorite bras because of aforementioned reasons, but the unique violet color made it difficult to match. You were over the moon when the panties were back in stock. Jack knew you so well.

“Well-played.” You commented.

“Mhmm.” Jack said, his face turning a bit serious. “You know what my prize is…get to it.”

“Jack…” You bit your lip, whining. “We’re going to your parents’ house. I don’t think…”

“I won.” Jack’s voice was filled with confidence as he smiled you. There was also a finality in his tone. He was commanding you in the gentlest of ways. You felt like you were going to melt right there. His eyes met yours with a mix of pride, lust, and adoration. You were compelled to do it despite your reservations.

“You did win fair and square,” You confirmed, convincing yourself.

With a sigh, you awkwardly maneuvered in your seat. Lifting your butt up, you bunched your dress to your waist. You tried to ignore Jack’s constantly glances between you and the road, clearly trying to sneak a peek. With a bit of wiggling and a few grunts, you slipped your underwear off. You bunched the garment into a ball and tossed it into Jack’s lap.

He glanced down quickly, to pick up the garment in one hand. He unrolled it with a flick of his wrist and brought it to eye level.

“Oh my god, what if someone sees you.” You chastised him, glancing around at the empty roads.

“Relax.” Jack cooed, putting it in his pocket. “God, these are tiny. Probably barely covered your pretty little…”

“Alright, alright.” You cut him off, pulling your dress down as far as it could go.

“Kinda wished I saw them on.” Jack admitted. “Next time…I’ll keep them safe, don’t worry.”

Jack reached over to let his thumb caress your cheek softly. You realized you had been shifting back and forth, rubbing your thighs together. You suddenly stopped at his touch.

“Seeing you all prim and proper and knowing your panties are in my pocket is going to drive me wild.” Jack’s voice was a bit raspy, making you swallow. He was definitely horny.

“Jack, behave.” You warned. “I want your family to like me. The last thing I need is to start with a negative reputation.”

“I can’t make any promises.” Jack grinned, putting both hands on the wheel again.

“I don’t expect you to.” You huffed. “Not the way you write about our sex life in your songs.”

“Oh come on…” Jack rolled his eyes. “I don’t talk about you that much. Besides, I never say it’s us, it could be metaphor or a former flame. They won’t know it’s about you.”

“I don’t know…” You folded your arms.

After being shown many pictures of Jack’s childhood home, once the car turned the corner you recognized it immediately. Your heart dropped to your stomach, seeing the amount of car parked around the house, clearly for the Christmas dinner.

“Trust me…no one is going to know.” Jack laughed. “I don’t even know if they listen to my music.”

“Wow, you really do have big, beautiful eyes and nice behind to boot.” Jack’s cousin said, looking you up and down. “Does that mean you were also ‘waiting for him on the hotel balcony, doing a handstand in your birthday ---’”

“Ricky!” Jack interrupted, as if he could feel your anger rising with each lyric being recited back to you. “I think Aunt Helen is calling you to help with the ice cooler.”

Ricky slapped his forehead. “Oh damn, I forgot. Be right back, Y/N.” He said, giving you a finger gun before running towards the garage.

You glared at Jack, who was doing a bad job of pretending to not make eye contact.

“What was that about not knowing which songs are about me?” You whispered harshly.

“Babe, you’re my muse.” He put his arm around you. “What can I say?”

This exchange with Jack’s cousin was your greeting when you emerged from the car. Jack had parked up front and opened the door for you. You stepped out as gracefully as you could, pulling your long black jacket close to your body. The cool air seemed to shoot right up you dress and between your legs with nothing to protect you. It was a cruel reminder that you lost the guessing game. You moved toward the trunk to pull out the gifts you bought, truly feeling like Santa with your sack of presents.

You heard someone barreling over toward you and naturally assumed it was Jack’s brother. To your surprise, it was Ricky, a distant cousin you heard a couple of stories about here and there. He looked nothing like Jack, he was a bit tanner with dark straight hair and a more stocky build. You would have bet money he played football in high school.

You had practiced what you would say if small talk did arise and was happy to put it into action. As you expected, Ricky recognized you immediately and went in for a hug. He made a comment about how he heard so much about you and started teasing Jack about hiding you away. It was then that he started to make comments about you through Jack’s music. Some of it was not about your relationship, but a lot of it was spot on. Before you realized it, your boyfriend’s catalog was being recited to you. You feel like a witness being interrogated by Sherlock Holmes.

You shrugged out of Jack’s arm, playfully as you huffed away. Jack chuckled and followed after you. “Don’t be like that, baby.” He cooed.

“If this is what the rest of the day is going to look like, I’m just going to go home.” You threatened emptily.

“I promise, he’s the only one without tact.” Jack reassured you. “He’s just trying to rile you up and get me in trouble, that’s all. He’s a joker.”

“Still,” You looked pensively towards the house. “Even if he’s the only one saying it out loud, I feel like I’m already building a negative reputation.”

Jack cupped your face in between his hands. They were soft, but his hold was firm as he cradled your jaw. He pressed a hard kiss to your forehead before placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“You don’t have to worry about that. You are the most amazing person I’ve ever brought into this house. There is no doubt in my mind that they are going to wonder what dark magic I used to make you fall for me. You are going to knock their socks off by just being you. Don’t let my cousin make you worried for a second. Got that, beautiful?”

You blinked away tears and gave Jack the brightest smile. “Yeah.”

“Good.” Jack pecked your lips again before pushing you towards the front door.

You were greeted immediately by his mother who hugged you tightly.

“Merry Christmas, darling. I’m so glad you’re here.” She said, warmly.

She was wearing an “ugly” Christmas sweater along with most of the older people in the family. There were a few young folks dressed up like you and Jack, so you didn’t feel out of place. Her eyes darted down to the giant bag in your hand making you blush.

“I can put these under the tree. I tried to get something for everyone, plus a few stocking stuffers.” You explained, feeling self-conscious at the amount that you brought.

“You’re very sweet, Y/N.” Jack’s mother said as she gestured towards the large decorated tree. “Do you need help carrying it?”

The carrying of the bag wasn’t too bad. It was the fact that everyone was in the living room and you had to walk through the crowd to get there. You gulped. You smiled and shook your head.

“I got it.” You confirmed. “Thank you though.”

Jack immediately dashed to your side. “I’ll help you unpack, Santa.” He teased, winking at you.

With Jack next to you, the short walk to the tree was a lot more bearable. You were introduced to all of the guests as Jack smoothly navigating the conversation while you continued marching forward. Once you stood in front of the tree, you let out a sigh of relief making Jack laugh.

“There, the worst of it is over now.” He whispered, smiling at you. He kissed your temple.

You unloaded the presents one by one. You were grateful this dress was so long because the air tickling your folds was distracting. You tried to focus on the moment: inspecting the ornaments and layout of the tree. You saw some homemade ones, your eyes lingering on a couple with Jack’s name scrawled on it. You also noticed a large volume of them at the bottom of the tree indicating that a lot of young kids helped decorate. With both of their sons being older, the Harlow family still seemed to have youngsters to spoil with Christmas traditions.

Jack caught your eye on some of the ornaments and began to explain each one. Seeing him up close to the lights was magical. His hair looked reddish brown in the glow, his blue eyes looked almost gray, and his lips looked very pink. You were tempted to knock him down under the tree just to stare down at him as you kissed him passionately. You forced yourself to focus on the stories of his childhood. His voice was smooth and buttery which made you visibly relax. The rest of the room was melting away. You weren’t quite sure how long you were sitting on the carpet, the heat of the lights warming your skin.

“Come on,” Jack said, standing up. He extended a hand toward you to help you stand up.

“Where are we going?” You asked as you stood, already missing the warmth and safety of sitting next to the tree.

“I’m going to give you the tour.” Jack grinned.

You walked around the first floor, passing by the kitchen. You inspected the spread of food, typical American fare: a ham, mashed potatoes, potato salad, some kind of vegetable dish, and lots of sweets for later. You passed pictures of young Jack and his brother and other imprints of life that could be found in their walls. You smiled as you touched the markings that shown how he had grown over the years. You laughed at Jack’s stories behind dents in walls and peeled paints. Most of what you saw backed up your imagination from Jack’s previously told stories of Kentucky.

Once you made the lap back to the living room, Jack removed his sweater and placed on the back of a chair. He looked great in his polo, as usual.

“You still good?” Jack asked, giving you a thumbs up.

“Yeah.” You nodded, smiling.

“Alright, let me take you upstairs.” Jack pointed upward and you nodded once more.

He grabbed your hand and started to lead you up the stairs. Ricky perked up as though hearing your foot press against the step awoken some thing inside of him. He smiled and called out to you both loudly,

“You crazy kids better leave the door open.” He warned.

If it wasn’t embarrassing enough, Ricky was sitting on the couch in the middle of the living room. It felt like everyone turned to watch you both. You blushed deeply, unable to think of a witty retort or an explanation. Luckily, Jack was happy to take over for you.

“You would like that, you sick puppy.” Jack shook his head as though he felt bad for him. “Listen mommy and daddy are going upstairs right now, try and play with the other kids alright.”

“Jack!” His mother admonished him, covering her mouth to hide a chuckle.

Ricky roared with laughter, obviously the type who could take what they dish. The rest of the group laughed, some albeit a bit awkwardly, before resuming conversation. Jack continued to walk upstairs, pulling you along with him. Once there, he made a beeline for his old room. You were thrilled at seeing Jack’s old room. It wasn’t that long since he had been in there. Probably under five years since he had officially moved out. However, it was completely different from his room in Atlanta.

His childhood room was decorated. His walls had a darkish colored paint on all of the walls except one which was white. The paint was mostly covered by posters from music albums, movies, and his own lyrics. You smiled seeing his small book collection, running your fingers against the spines as you walked past. Jack leaned against the doorframe. He was looking at his room with nostalgia, but also with a newness thanks to you. He was curious what items you gravitated toward and was happy to answer any of your questions.

Jack slowly walked in, pushing the door closed. Your eyes shot over to him. You pressed your lips into a line that showed your disapproval.

“We really shouldn’t do anything, Jack.” You said, looking at an old snow globe that you were flipping up and down.

“I’m 23 years old.” Jack reminded you, resting his hands on your hips. He pulled you into his chest and kissed your forehead. “I am also a very horny 23 year old with his girlfriend’s thong in his pocket. Why can’t we have a little fun?”

“Because, almost your entire family is downstairs.” You argued. “Don’t you feel any shame?”

“Yeah, but not for this. As long as you’re quiet, I think we’ll be fine.” Jack grabbed your chin. ��But the real shame is denying them the pleasure of hearing the beautiful sounds you make. They always send a chill up my spine.”

You folded your arms, stepping further away from his bed. You shook your head before turning it to the side to look away from him. Jack pressed your bodies closer together, his hands now snaking around your waist to grab your behind and pull you into him. He grabbed you hard making you gasp softly and meet his eyes.

“Make those beautiful sounds for me, baby.” He kissed your jaw as he whispered in his ear. “I’ll be quick, I promise.”

You felt weak to his touch. You closed your eyes and allowed his hands to roam your body. Jack slowly led your to the bed. Your back connected with the mattress, your arms sprawled out on either side of you. His hands went up and down your thighs. Jack was muttering to himself.

“God, the kid that used to live in this room. With his way too long curly hair, his big glasses and even bigger dreams would have killed to have such a beautiful girl in his bed.” Jack reached up to caress your cheek. “You’re my dream come true, baby. Damn, look at you.”

His hand ran down your neck, down the valley between your breasts to rest on your stomach. His eyes were filled with lust, but there were specks of adoration. A strange feeling welded up inside of you. On the one hand, you were aroused. With Jack’s knee pressing so close to your core, you were resisting grinding against it for friction. On the other hand, you were touched by his confession. Jack always talked with an air of confidence. He never doubted himself. To hear that there was something he thought was unattainable, even in his youth, was shocking. More so, that it was someone like you.

You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck. You looked at him through your lashes and smiled. “I’m yours, Jackman.”

There was a silence before Jack crashed his lips on top of yours. In between kisses and gasps for airs he finally muttered. “I think I almost nutted in my pants.”

You giggled softly and reached down between you two. You grabbed his crotch. “Let’s check shall we.”

You started to sit up, but he gently pushed you back down.

“No, we’ll make this quick. Just lay back and enjoy, sweetheart. ” Jack said, keeping his promise. “Since my princess is already disrobed from the bottom down, I better catch up.”

He unbuckled his pants quickly. He undid the button of his pants and dropped his waistband just enough to reveal his member. It was thick with an angry red tip already dripping with arousal. You licked your lips, sitting up on your elbows to get a better look. There was something about seeing Jack dressed in frat boy chic of a polo shirt and tanned pants, with his dick out. You wanted to roleplay as a sorority girl and give him head next to a keg…or something. You’d hash out the details later. You had plenty of time for games, this was business.

“Baby, please you’re drooling.” Jack grinned, proudly. “Unfortunately, we don’t have enough time for you to taste it today. Maybe later.”

He pressed his knees on the bed either side of you. He held his member in one hand, teasingly stroking it. You spread your legs making him smile wider. He pulled out his wallet to pull out a condom, earning an eye roll.

“Must you always be prepared?” You huffed. “At least pretend to look around for a condom or something. It almost seems like you planned this.”

“I’m always ready for you, baby girl. You do something to me.” He caged your between his arms and kissed you deeply.

Your lips met his with the same intensity. All of your inhibitions seemed to fade away. You were enjoying the thrill of making love in his childhood bedroom. You felt like a high schooler, trying to keep the sounds of your movement quiet to not reveal the passion to others.

Jack reached down, not breaking the kiss, to grab his member and gently rub it against your thigh. You sighed in his mouth and he swallowed it, a smile evident on his lips. He moved closer to your warmth with teasing taps up your thigh along the way. Once at your entrance, his tip felt heavy pressing against your lower lips. He pulled back to look at you. His eyes were dark now and he looked as if he was holding back everything in him to make this pause.

“Ready, Y/N?” He asked, saying your name so softly and so tenderly you had bite back a moan.

With your lower lip trapped beneath your teeth, you gave him a quick nod. Jack loved your enthusiasm and showed his appreciation by entering you. The first half of his shaft went in quickly and he immediately clasped his hand over your mouth. You moaned into his hand, your eyes wide and excited. He felt so good inside you. He stretched your walls making you feel full, but you knew that you could take it all. You looked at him expectantly, your hips naturally trying to pull more of him in by leaping off the bed.

“Patience, princess.” Jack cooed. “This bed is creaky as hell, we gotta be careful.”

You nodded, but Jack knew better than to uncover your mouth.. The moment he bottomed out inside of you, your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands gripped the comforter and your head tossed back. You were definitely a sight for sore eyes, your chest heaving up and down as your little muffled moans escaped through his fingers. Most of your lower half was off the bed to avoid the aforementioned creaking so Jack placed his free hand in the small of your back to keep you up. The hand alternated between grabbing on one of your butt cheeks and going back to supporting you every few thrusts. His movements were fast and sharp. He knew that if he wanted you both to orgasm quickly, he needed to be rough and hard. He could see tears welding in your eyes from the force and sheer pleasure. He always felt guilty making a mess out of you knowing how hard you worked on your makeup. He just hoped that after being together for this long you would have known to wear waterproof stuff.

Jack felt the familiar clench of your walls around him. Your legs’ hold on him got tighter and your hands were clamoring for him, settling for the arm connected to the hand silencing you. He bent down to get a better angle, allowing for his mouth to be closer to your ear. Now you could hear his soft grunts and moans carefully. He was muttering incoherent nonsense. You could extrapolate a few things: how amazing you felt, how much of a good girl you were, how glad he was to ruin you. It sent chill after chill up your spine. Just his deep breathing as he tried to hold back was making your toes curl. It was so intimate and close. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, blurring your vision as your orgasm shook through you.

Jack was a champ, continuing to thrust at the same intensity and speed despite his release. You could feel the violent spurts as a warm puddle inside of the condom which only made you clench harder. You placed a hand on his back to tell him that you had enough and he slowed his movements. It was gradual as you both came off of your highs. Once your breathing slowed down, he removed his hand from your mouth. He pulled out of you, making quick work to dispose of the condom. The box of tissues on his nightstand were a life saver. He used the tissues to wrap up the condom, clean himself up, clean you up down below, and then gave your a few to wipe off any smudged makeup.

You tidied yourself up in the mirror while Jack straightened out the bed. He cracked the window to vent out the smell of sweat and sex that was lingering in the air. You did another once over you both and smiled looking at Jack.

You waltzed over to him and zipped up his fly. You let your fingers stay on the zipper as he leaned down for a peck on the lips.

“Missed a spot?” You teased.

“You always got my back, mamas.” He kissed your forehead. “Although, usually when my zipper is between your fingers, it’s going in a different direction…”

“Haven’t I given you enough?” You rolled your eyes.

“More than enough, but I’m a greedy bastard.” Jack grinned.

When Jack’s mother came upstairs to check on you both, you were innocently sitting on Jack’s bedroom floor together, looking at his old yearbooks. You looked up nonchalantly, as though you didn’t hear her footsteps from the moment she walked up the stairs.

“We’re going to sit in the family room to open presents before dinner in ten minutes.” His mother announced before adding in a sing-songy voice. “Wrap it up, kiddos…”

“Yeah, we’ll be down soon, mom. Thanks.” Jack smiled, his arm around you as he looked back her.

Once she was gone, he gave you a mischievous grin. “See, she didn’t even notice.”

“Listen, there’s like 100 stories across many cultures about how someone gets lucky and then tries to push their luck.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “They all die in the end.”

Jack shrugged. “Good thing I got lucky in more ways than one.” He pecked your cheek.

Just as you were about to compliment his sweet comment, he pulls part of your underwear out of his pocket while wiggling his brows at you.

“Why do I tolerate you?” You asked laughing.

“Cause I’m so gosh darn cute.” Jack smiled before adding, “ …duh.”

Opening presents with his family was fun. You sat politely on the floor with the other young people as gifts were passed to their expected recipient. Your presents were a hit. For the family members you did know, you got them items that had come up in conversation. For the ones you kind of knew, you got things based on what Jack had told you about them. For the remaining folks, you had back up general gifts like lotion, candles and other knick knacks. Those presents, you addressed as “For the person who like to smell great…” and other hints like that. They all found it to be creative and thoughtful.

His family also bought you a few gifts as well. Of course, you were most excited for Jack’s. You had went the sentimental route with your gift for him. You commissioned 5 artists in Louisville to paint five of Jack’s iconic stage moments into a mural. It was 25 by 32 inches and required you to enlist Urban for his help the night before to sneak it into Jack’s parents’ house for you. Jack teared up a bit and so did some of his relative, so you considered it a big win.

You could tell Jack was proud of his gift as he handed you the bag. There were a few goodies inside.

The first item was perfume. It was from your favorite brand and in a very large bottle. You didn’t even know they sold this size. The second item was a simple necklace with your favorite symbol on it (think like a heart or a butterfly -- whatever you like). It was platinum and diamond encrusted. It was the kind of necklace you could see yourself wearing every day and happily had Jack put it on you right there and then. For your last item, you opened it and upon seeing the Rolex brand, your jaw dropped.

“Jack no…” You shook your head. “...I don’t even want to look.”

“You know I gotta have my girl matching me.” Jack was sitting next to you, and reached over to help you open the box. His left hand stayed near the box for you to see how similar the watches were.

Yours had the same sky blue face with white gold band, but the band and face were slightly smaller. They was also a bit more glam on the face with a few more diamonds by the 12, 3, 6, and 9. You were at a loss for words so, luckily his family hooting and applause filled the silence.

“Take it…” Jack whispered to you, sensing your reluctance. “...I’ve been saving it for awhile. Thank you for being with me. I know it isn’t easy, but you’re mine and I want to show you that I’m proud of that.”

You nodded, feeling yourself tear up and kissed his cheek. You wanted to thank whatever grandma or aunt transitioned to the next present so you could sob quietly on the side. It only made you more sappy when Jack patted your head as you rested it gently on his shoulder.

The drive back to the hotel was much more relaxing than when you were driving to his parents’ home. You were very grateful that Jack politely declined his parents’ offer for you both to stay with them during the holidays. Although you had a lovely time, you definitely felt like you could breathe more now. Jack seemed to be more relaxed as well, but you guessed it was because you were acting like your usual self.

“Thanks again for my watch, baby.” You cooed, reaching over to put your hand on his knee.

Your watch was glittering with the help of the passing streetlights as you drove more into the downtown area of Louisville. Jack grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it.

“Looks so good on you, mamas.” There was pride in his voice. “I swear I’m going to drown you in the best of the best. Spoil you rotten.”

You cupped his chin in your hand, your fingertips tangling themselves in his beard. “I’ll spoil you too. Maybe not with all the fancy things, but I can think of a few other ways to ruin you for someone else.”

Jack’s eyes darted towards you. “Yeah? Like what?” That was a challenge and you happily accepted.

You let your hand drop to his lap again, this time right on his crotch. His legs widened naturally as he groaned. You palmed him through his pants, feeling him harden almost instantly. You took your time undoing his belt, unbuttoning his pants, and zipping them down. Once his dick was freed, a low guttural moan left Jack’s lips.

“You know, five hours ago you were very concerned about me keeping my eyes on the road.” Jack said, adjusting his hips.

“And you should…” You said, slipping your seat belt underneath your arm. “Don’t worry about little ol’ me.”

The moment you started to lean over to the driver’s seat, you heard his indicator flick on.

“I’m pulling over.” His voice was so deep it sent vibrations through your hand. You grinned, continuing to lean down.

It was difficult leaning over with the seatbelt on. It was pushing into your stomach and the bottom half of your chest. But no pain no gain. You had a mission.

You stroked him lightly, rubbing you thumb against the tip. You leaned as far as you could, sticking out your tongue to measure how much further you had to push yourself. By the time, you had his tip in your mouth, Jack had pulled into the parking lot of a Walmart. He pushed his seat back a little, reached over to undo your seatbelt, and, as you scrambled closer to get more of him in your mouth, he put a hand on top of your head to guide your movements. It was a lot more bearable for you, resting your chest on the space behind the gear stick with the rest of your body laying flat, feet up against the door. Now, you could get to work. He threw his head back on the head rest and closed his eyes.

He let out a breath as you took even more of him in. He wasn’t always a fan of head. He made that clear to his partners, but also made a couple of comments about it publicly. But you were really changing his mind. Your head was gentle, but sloppy. You used your hands. You weren’t afraid to use your saliva as lube to give your hands more slip. Your fingers added the right amount of pressure to the under side, massaging the prominent vein in a way that made him feel like his soul was leaving his body.

When you pulled back abruptly, he opened his eyes slowly in a bit of frustration. That dissipated when he saw the eager look in your eyes as you continued to pump his cock with your hand, your tongue occasionally jutting out to give his tip tiny little licks.

“What do you want, princess?” Jack asked, rubbing your head lovingly.

You smiled. “I don’t want my hard work to go to waste…”

You sat up again only to shuffle over to his seat, bending down to step over the gear shift to sit in his lap. You were going to face the windshield when he guided your hips to turn you around.

“I wanna see that beautiful face.” His voice was huskier than usual and you loved it. Once you sat on his lap, he quickly added. “And the girls too. I missed them earlier.”

He pushed up your dress to just above your bra. He pulled your breasts out with ease. The smushed cups of your bra propped your breasts up right to his eye level, your nipples standing to attention at the cold air. Your expression and your exposed frame was enough to send him over the edge.

“Am I in heaven?” He asked, before he reached in the back seat to grab his bag. He was fumbling for awhile to get to the condoms in the front pocket. It probably would have went faster if he hadn’t gotten distracted by sucking on one of your nipples. You didn’t mind so much. You entangled your fingers in his curls and let the moans roll out of your mouth.

He put on the condom and you happily sunk down on top of him. If Jack thought his younger self would have fainted at the sight from this afternoon, this one would have put young Jack in the grave. Your breasts danced in front of his face, your stomach slightly bulging at the bottom thanks to his member, and your pretty pussy squeezing for dear life while on full display. He slapped and squeezed your behind a few times just to make sure he covered all the bases as he captured your lips for a kiss.

“I’m gonna finish way too early…” He confessed, clearly frustrated. “...slow down, baby.”

“I can’t…” You choked out, your voice shrill.

“Please…” Jack grabbed your hips, attempting to halt your movements. But damn, you were strong.

“Feels too good and I’m close too.” Your cheeks were flushed as you admitted. “Something about doing it here…I can’t take it.”

Jack made the mental note as he put his hands back on your behind. “I can’t argue with that, princess. Go on, use Zaddy to the fullest.”

“Oh!” It was definitely a shout more than a moan as your hips regained speed, now with the help of Jack’s thrusts from below.

It didn’t take long for you to orgasm and from Jack’s stilted movement you guess he came around the same time if not a few seconds earlier. The sound of both your breathing was the only thing in the car, not realizing the engine had shut itself off much earlier. Jack kissed you sweetly, his hand resting on the back of your neck.

“That was sinful.” He muttered on against your lips. “You really are spoiling me. Won’t be able to f*ck anyone else, that’s for sure.”

“Good.” You gave him a coy smile as you pulled yourself off of him.

He fixed your bra and pulled down your dress before tapping your thigh as a sign for you to move to the passenger seat. He cleaned up himself, with the help of a pack of tissues you had in your purse.

“You want anything from the Walmart?” Jack asked casually, as though nothing happened. He had already fixed himself up and looked completely normal.

You looked at him incredulously, your thighs still sticky from your arousal. From the passenger side mirror, you could see that you looked exactly like some who just had sex with her boyfriend in a car. You were in the process of removing your makeup with a wipe that you also had in your purse. After all, despite your protests, you knew your boyfriend. You had to be prepared for anything.

But, really, Walmart? What were you gonna get a juice or something?

“Actually…” As you thought about it. “...I kinda do. Wanna get some snacks or something?”

Jack grinned brightly. “Yes, mamas” He leaned in to kiss your cheek. “I think you’re perfect for me.”

“Ditto.” You stuck out your tongue, before opening the door to sneak out the car. You loved teasing Jack whenever he said really gushy stuff. The best was a simple “same” or “ditto” to make him give you the annoyed glare you relished in.

Jack exited the car as well. He watched you speed walk towards the Walmart, looking back comically every second to show him you were messing with him. He laughed, shouting at you,

“Keep that attitude up and I’ll do you raw on top of this damn car.”

His voice practically echoed it was so loud. You blushed, your eyes widening. Sure you were a freak, but one in the sheets. He was ruining your reputation in the streets.

You gasped loudly, “Oh my god!” You started frantically waving around to the empty parking lot. “He’s kidding, he’s kidding! We’re good citizens!”

Jack laughed, walking faster to catch up with you. His hands shoved his pocket, with the lucky one absentmindedly playing with your thong by wrapping it around his fingers. He could get used to this and, thankfully, so could you.

A/N: As always with smut, do lmk if I miss anything with the warnings. Also, I wrote a double smut! That was fun doing two small smut scenes instead of a big one. I originally wrote this inspired by the idea of having sex in his childhood room, but the car one came to me while I was editing. Jack is an amazing muse tbh. I really enjoy writing for him because his personality is *chef’s kiss*. Can’t wait to read more fics and write more as well :D

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #r-writes-fic

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rmtndew · 2 years ago

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Come Home to Me

Summary: A weekend with Walter, Fiona and Faye as their little family grows closer.

Pairing: Marshall and OFC Fiona

Word count: 6,802

Rating: PG

Warnings: Mentions of a panic attack

I wasn’t sure what had happened. The day had started out fine. Walter and I had gotten to see each other for a little bit before we both left for work, which wasn’t always the case. We had coffee and breakfast together. I snuck extra snacks in his lunchbox while he was out warming up my car. It was a good morning. So where it went wrong, I couldn’t quite say. All I knew was that at some point in the afternoon, my anxiety started getting the best of me.

I ended up locking myself in the bathroom at work and having a panic attack, then feeling bad that I wasn’t actually working and the guilt just made the attack worse and last longer, which just continued to fuel the guilt. It was a cycle that kept feeding itself. I finally managed to get myself under control enough to go back to work but Darcy knew something was going on and she sent me home.

When I got in my car, I was feeling like garbage and needed to hear Walt’s voice, so I called him. I knew he might be busy and not be able to answer, but he did after just a couple of rings.

“Hey, love,” he said, his voice instantly making me feel better. “Is everything alright?”

I leaned my head back against the headrest of my seat. “I’m having a rough day.”

“What’s wrong?”

My teeth sunk into my lip as I chewed on it for a moment. “I don’t know,” I finally admitted. “A panic attack hit me out of nowhere. Darcy’s sending me home but I feel terrible that she has to do without me just because my stupid brain decided to have a random meltdown on Friday afternoon with literally no trigger.”

“Hey, do not talk about yourself like that, young lady. I won’t have it,” he said, his voice taking on a very fatherly tone that he’d never used with me before. “Your brain is not stupid. Do you hear me?”

I smiled. “Yes, bear, I hear you.”

“Good. Now I want you to come home.”

I raised my head up from the headrest. “Come home? Not go home?” I questioned. “As in, you’re already there?”

I could faintly hear him laugh. “I’m meant to be the detective in this family, Miss Sparks. Not you,” he teased. “But yes; I’m already here.”

“What are you doing home so early?”

“We were able to connect our murder to similar ones in different states so we had to hand it over to the FBI. We’ll work it alongside them but for today, there’s nothing else I can do. Not until they review it. So for now I’m at home. I was going to surprise you with dinner when you got off work but I’ll have to find something else to surprise you with, unless you want dinner at two in the afternoon?”

I laughed. “No. I just had lunch not long ago. I’m good. But you don’t have to surprise me with anything. Getting to spend the day with you is a good enough surprise.”

“Then come home to me, darling. Let me hold you.”

I felt myself grin. “I’m on my way now. Love you.”

“Love you, too, Fi. Be careful.”

When I got home, Walter greeted me outside on the doorstep. He was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants with socks. His perpetually tired look seemed packed away for the moment and strangely enough, he looked actually, well…rested. It wasn’t something I saw very often.

“Hiya, handsome,” I said, smiling at him as I walked up the steps.

He returned my smile. “Hey,” he said as I reached him. He pulled me in for a short kiss. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m alright.” He gave his little grunting-humming sound as if he didn’t believe me and I laughed. “I am alright,” I said. “I’m tired from my panic attack but just because it feels like I’m dying at the time, it doesn’t mean they can actually hurt me. So I’m okay.”

“Would a cuddle make you feel better?” he asked, the corner of his mouth ticking up in a slight smile.

My own smile couldn’t be bothered to play it cool. It spread across my whole mouth as I nodded. “Yeah, a cuddle would definitely make me feel better.”

“Good.”

He kissed my forehead, then took my hand and led me into the house. Inside, I stopped short in the entrance as I was greeted with the sight of the biggest blanket fort I’d ever seen. It was in the living room and made from the couch and kitchen chairs. Sheets were held to one another with heavy duty plastic clamps and draped across the whole thing, and inside I could see that it was stuffed with blankets and pillows.

“What’s this all about?” I asked.

He shrugged a shoulder as he looked a bit bashful. “I couldn’t surprise you with dinner but I thought this might turn your rough day around,” he said. “If it’s too childish -”

“Shh,” I said, cutting him off. “Sometimes childish is good. I could definitely use a break from being a grown up for a little bit.” I kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”

As much as I wanted to crawl right into the fort, I wanted to get comfortable first. I changed into a pair of leggings and one of Walter’s shirts, happy to do away with my bra. Then I pulled on some thick, cozy socks and padded back out to the living room. Walter was already inside. I could see his feet sticking out and noticed that there was a hole in the bottom of his sock. I made a mental note to toss it and buy him a new pair. He must have heard me because he started moving around, then pulled back one of the sheets that was draped down over the front.

“There’s not quite so much room as I thought there’d be so it will be a bit of a squash and a squeeze in here,” he warned.

I smiled. “I was planning on squashing and squeezing you anyway, so that’s fine.”

I bent to my knees at the ‘doorway’ and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back as he laid down. The sheet dropped, covering the entrance to the fort and dimming the light inside. I gave Walt a final kiss, then lay my head down on his chest and wrapped my arm around his thick waist. He rubbed my back and ran his fingers through my hair, playing with strands of it.

“This is exactly what I needed and I didn’t even know it,” I said, rubbing my cheek against the soft fabric of his shirt. I could feel the texture of his chest hair beneath it. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, my love,” he said, then kissed my forehead.

My hand strayed from his waist, making its way under the hem of his shirt. “Can I touch you?”

He hummed. “Of course. But if it goes past that, we’ll have to take it out of the tent.”

“Afraid you’ll pull a muscle in here without more leg room?” I joked.

He laughed. “No. I ran out of blankets to put down under us so I borrowed Faye’s. I can’t do that to her stuff,” he said. “But also…pulling a muscle is a possibility.”

“I’ll behave myself then. On both accounts.” I slid my hand under his shirt and ran it across his stomach. He hissed and sucked in for a moment. I looked up at his face. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright. It just always surprises me how cold you are.”

I smiled. “That’s because you’re always so warm. Everything and everyone feels like an ice block in comparison.”

He laughed, his fingers dancing up my spine. “That’s true.”

I buried my fingers in the patch of hair on his stomach and let my hand warm up before moving it up to his chest. There was something so comforting about touching Walter. About feeling his skin against mine. He was warm and his hair was soft and I felt safe with my hand laying against his heart, feeling it beat underneath my palm. I kissed his chest through his shirt. “Thank you for loving me, bear.”

“Hey,” he said softly and I looked up at his face. “You never have to thank me for that. I’m honored that I get to love you.” His hand stilled at the back of my head, cradling it. “I never thought I’d be in love again. I thought I screwed it up with my marriage and that was it. But you gave me a second chance. And I know that I’m by no means perfect, and I know that I’ll manage to screw things up down the line somewhere, but now I know how important it is to try everything I can to make it work.” He brought his hand around to my cheek and stroked it with his thumb. “I’m not an easy person to love. I know that. But you never let me see how difficult it is, Fi. You don’t know how much I appreciate that.”

I smiled. “I find you exceptionally easy to love, Walt. I’ve been in relationships before and I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you,” I said. “It breaks my heart to know that you have felt this way and you had to watch it fall apart even while you were trying to fix it. It hurts me to know you thought you’d never feel this way again.” I lightly scratched his skin through his chest hair. “But I am so happy that I get to be your second chance.”

That weekend was Walt’s weekend to have Faye. Typically he’d pick her up in the afternoon and bring her home. But on Saturday, I picked her up instead. My cousin Mel had invited the two of us to go to the mall with her and her daughter Juniper. One of Faye and Juniper’s friends was moving soon and she wanted to buy her a going away present and asked Faye to help. I was tagging along just to spend time with them. And to also get a cookie from the cookie shop.

“Didn’t this place used to be like, a big deal when you were our age?” Juniper asked Mel and me as we walked through the very empty shopping center.

“Oh, it was hopping back then. Saturdays were crazy and it would have already been packed by now,” Mel said. “But Fridays?” She looked at me. “Fiona and I were mall rats on Friday nights.”

“Ew. What’s a mall rat?” Juniper asked.

Mel and I both laughed. “It was someone who spent a lot of time at the mall,” Mel answered.

“What did you do here?” Faye asked, looking around at the closed stores.

“We’d just hang out,” I said. “We’d eat at the food court and walk around. Back then, there was a store in every part of the building and sometimes there were booths and kiosks set up in the center or walkways, too. It’s hard to picture but there was a lot more to look at than there is now.”

Mel nodded. “Which was good because Fiona and I had very different tastes at the time so there were stores for both of us.”

“Different how?” Juniper asked.

“Well, I was more concerned with buying push up bras from Victoria’s Secret and tube tops from Wet Seal, and she was wanting to buy American Eagle jeans and tank tops from Aeropostale,” Mel said. “We always agreed on the music store, though. We’d hit up F.Y.E. and look at CDs for hours.”

“What kind of music did you listen to?” Faye asked.

“At your age? Boy bands,” I said. “There were a lot of arguments over who was better: Backstreet Boys or NSYNC.”

“You listened to boy bands?” Juniper laughed.

“Yes, squirt. We listened to boy bands on our Walkmans while skating around the neighborhood together. And it was the best,” I said.

“It really was,” Mel agreed. “If we’d only known then.”

We walked through the mall, letting the girls take their time as they tried to decide what to buy their friend who was moving away. Nothing seemed to spark their interest until we came to the Build-A-Bear store. There was a cute stuffed penguin in the window that they seemed to spot at the same time. I guess their friend Lexi was a fan of penguins and collected them and making one for her seemed like the perfect gift to them. I thought it was sweet. And it reminded me that they were still young. Still innocent enough to want stuffed animals and to want to give them to each other. That time didn’t last long. With high school, boys, stress, anxiety, and everything that came with growing up, it would eventually wear that thread down and separate them from the things people deemed childish. But right then? Right then a stuffed penguin was the most genuine thing they could buy their friend to remember them by.

They wanted to do it on their own so Mel and I bought coffees and sat at a table just outside the shop where we could see them inside but they had the freedom to do it on their own like they wanted. As they moved to a different part of the store, Faye saw me and waved. I smiled and waved back, then she and Juniper disappeared behind the big machine with all of the stuffing inside it.

“She’s a good kid,” Mel said. “And you both seem to get along really well.”

“We do. I never thought this is where I’d end up. You know that. When did I ever picture myself with a guy who had a kid? Especially a teenager?”

She shook her head. “Never. And honestly, it was a surprise when I found out you were dating him.”

“It could have gone so bad. She could have hated me. I mean, I remember being fourteen. I remember how angry I was at that age. And I had basically a perfect life. If Mom and Dad had gotten divorced and I had to watch some odd, gangly lady hit on Dad? I would have hated her.”

Mel laughed. “You’re not an odd gangly lady,” she said. “And I know for a fact you weren’t ‘hitting on’ her dad in front of her. You don’t even know how to flirt so you definitely weren’t forcing that with his daughter around.”

“You know what I’m saying, though. She really could have hated me and no one would have blamed her for it.”

“I’m sure she was worried you might hate her, too. Juniper has friends who’s step-moms want nothing to do with them. Faye probably knows the exact same girls.”

“That’s something I never understood and I understand it even less now that I’m with Walt,” I said. “Why would you ever get into a relationship with a guy who has kids if you don’t want anything to do with them? And why would you want to be with someone who could abandon their own kid that easily? I just…” I shook my head. “I don’t get it. Honestly, I don’t.”

“I don’t get it, either, Fi. Some people are just selfish, I guess.”

It took the girls close to an hour to do their thing. Mel and I talked and people watched while they did, occasionally catching glimpses of them in the store. Finally we could see them get in line to pay. Once I saw they were nearly done, I drank the rest of my coffee and took my and Mel’s cups to the trash. I was walking back to the table when Walt called.

“Um…listen,” he said with a sigh after we’d greeted each other. “I know we both loathe socializing but…my cousin called. He lives out of state and we rarely get to see one another, but he’s been away for holiday and he’s having a layover here and wants to visit. I told him he could.”

“A cousin? I finally get to meet another branch of the Marshall tree? I’m very intrigued.”

He did his grunting-humming thing. “Before you get your hopes up, he’s not like me. He…talks. A lot.”

I laughed as I joined Mel back at our table. “Are you saying your brooding nature may not be genetic?”

He chuckled. “No. That’s the English coming out in me. But you’ll see soon enough. I’m heading to the airport to go get him now,” he said. “I thought instead of cooking tonight we could go out for dinner. Do you and Faye want to meet us when you’re done?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. Just let me know where you’re going after you pick him up and we’ll meet you.”

“Thank you, love. See you soon.”

I hung up as Faye and Juniper were coming out of the store. Juniper was holding the traditional Build-A-Bear gift box that looked like a house and Faye was holding a plastic gift bag. They came and sat at the table with us and Juniper showed us the stuffed penguin they made. It was pale blue and wearing a scarf and ice skates. It was adorable. I didn’t know their friend Lexi but I couldn’t see how she wouldn’t love it. When she was done, Faye showed us what was in her bag. I had assumed it was something that would go with the penguin, but I was wrong. She pulled out a teddy bear with dark brown fur that was dressed in jeans and a blue sweater.

“Aw, how cute!” I said. “Did you make it for yourself?”

“Actually I…made it for you,” she said, her mouth twisting off to the side in a worried look that reminded me so much of Walter. She held the bear out towards me.

“For me?” I asked, taking it from her. She nodded. “Faye, that was so sweet! Thank you!” I didn’t know why she’d made it for me but I couldn’t stop smiling as I looked him over. After a moment, I saw that there was a police badge clipped to the side of his pants and suddenly it all clicked for me. “Wait…” I looked back to her, grinning. “Is this your dad?”

She nodded again but smiled properly that time. “The sweater looked like one of his and when I saw the police badge I thought it would be fun to make him for you. You know, since you call him ‘bear’.”

“It’s perfect. I love it! My own little Walter Bear for when he’s not home.”

“I thought maybe he can be friends with the monkey and hedgehog that Dad won you at Naples.”

My face hurt from smiling so wide. “Yes! He’ll make an excellent friend for them. Thank you.”

She leaned over and hugged me and I hugged her back tight. I couldn’t imagine trying to push Faye out of the picture. She was an extension of Walter and if I loved him, then I had to love her. She wasn’t a burden in our relationship; she was a bonus.

Once they had their penguin, the girls were done with the mall. Faye and I said bye to Mel and Juniper and then we went to my car. Walter texted as I was getting it warmed up and said that he and his cousin were going to a diner that was about midway between the airport and the mall and sent me the address. When we got there, I saw Walter’s truck. He and his cousin were standing at the tailgate, waiting for us. There wasn’t a parking spot beside it but there was one directly across from it. As I parked, Faye turned her head to look at Walter.

“Wait, who’s that with Dad?” she asked and I realized that I’d forgotten to tell her about her cousin. She unbuckled so she could peer through the back window better. Then she gasped. “Is that…? It is!” She flung open her door and started clambering to get out.

“Watch for cars!” I told her.

I watched her go across the short distance to Walter and once she was safely there, I turned off the car and grabbed my purse, then joined them. Faye was being swallowed up in a hug by their cousin who I was surprised to see was bigger than Walt. They seemed to match each other height wise but he was broader. After he released Faye, he looked at me and I could see the family resemblance. If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought they were brothers. Walter’s cousin had shorter hair than him but they shared the same brown curls, they sported the same thick beard, and their eyes were practically identical. And when he smiled at me, he even had the same lines that crinkled around them just like Walter’s.

“You must be Fiona,” he said, his voice surprising me with the thick southern accent.

“I am.” I held out my hand and he shook it. “You must be one of the Texas cousins, right?”

He laughed. “Yes, ma’am. I’m Sy. It’s nice to finally meet you,” he said. “Walter ain’t much of a talker but I knew you had to be something special because he won’t shut up about you anytime we do talk.”

I smiled. “I hope he doesn’t bore you too much.”

He shook his head as he let go of my hand. “Not at all. I’m happy for him,” he said. “And I appreciate y’all letting me visit. I know it was last minute but I hadn’t been planning on coming this way until my flights got mixed up heading back from vacation and I ended up here. Then my layover got extended until later tonight and I figured if I didn’t come by now, it’d be a while before I got the chance to again.”

“Of course. I’m excited to meet you. Walt has already met a lot of my family but Faye is the only one from his that I’ve gotten to meet in person so far. I’ve spoken to his parents and Charlie on the phone a few times but that’s it. So it’s nice to put a face to a name now.”

“Same,” he said. “Although, for me it’s putting your voice to your face because Walt sent me your picture not long after y’all started dating. Told me he was going to marry you.”

“Stop,” Walter ordered as I laughed.

“What? You don’t want her to know how love sick you are?” Sy teased. Walter gave him a stern look but Sy just grinned at him before clapping his hand on his shoulder. “I bet you wished you’d ignored my call earlier, huh?”

“I can still send you back to the airport,” Walter said.

Sy laughed. “Yeah but you won’t.”

“You have far too much faith in that.”

“If you do, I’ll call your momma and tell her what you did.”

Walter crossed his arms over his chest. “You’ll call Mum and tattle on me?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “Like we’re twelve again?”

Sy gave another laugh and nodded. “Yep. Just like that. I ain’t got no shame about it.”

“You don’t have shame about anything.”

I saw Sy’s face do the same frowning-smile that I’d seen Walter do before. “You’re not wrong.”

“I rarely am,” Walt said

“Can we go inside? I’m freezing and I want a milkshake,” Faye said.

Sy laughed. “That makes sense. You’re cold, so let’s drink something frozen.”

“It makes as much sense as drinking coffee when it’s hot outside. It’s like a hundred degrees in Iraq in the summertime and you were there for ten years, did you not drink coffee at all in the summer?”

“Coffee is what keeps people alive. It’s different.”

“And milkshakes are what makes being alive worth it.”

He smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “I can’t really disagree with you on that one, kiddo,” he said. “So let’s go get us a milkshake.”

“Banana and peanut butter?” she asked, looking up at him.

“You and your daddy can keep that one for yourselves. I’ll take chocolate.”

Walter grabbed my hand and gave it a light squeeze before he began walking towards the diner, leading me with him. I turned and pressed a quick kiss to his shoulder and before I could move my head, he kissed the top of it.

Once we were inside, we didn’t have to wait long for a table. Walter and I sat together and Sy sat next to Faye. She borrowed a pen from me and flipped her paper placemat over and started doodling on it. “You said you were coming back from vacation,” she said to Sy. “Where did you go?”

“I went to Florida with some of my old army buddies.”

“Was it fun?”

“It was alright. They seemed to enjoy it,” he said. “Me personally? I’ve seen enough sand in my lifetime, I don’t have any desire to ever set foot on it again.”

“Are you still in the army?” I asked.

He shook his head. “No, ma’am. I retired a few years ago. I felt like I needed to be closer to home,” he said. “I’m a firefighter now.”

I smiled. “Did you and Walter ever consider jobs that weren’t superheroes?”

He laughed. “There was a minute where I thought I might want to be a chef, but that was it. I was stuck on being in the army since I was a little kid. As a matter of a fact, when Walt and his family would come visit us, me and him would usually be out in the woods playing army men or SWAT team. It didn’t surprise anyone when we both ended up going that way with our careers.”

“Walt went on his first SWAT raid since we’d been together last week and I was a nervous wreck until he called me and told me he was safe after it was over. I don’t know how your families handled you both being in dangerous fields like that.”

“We put them through a lot, that’s for sure,” Sy said.

“You longer than me,” Walter pointed out. “I’ve stayed relatively safe in homicide. You jumped out of the frying pan into the fire with your job change. Quite literally.”

“I did but you know I couldn’t have done anything else. I mean, can you imagine me in a suit every day going into an office and selling…insurance or something?” Sy shook his head. “There’s not a lot of civilian jobs that would’ve worked for me,” he said. “Same for you. If you left homicide right now, tell me that you could take a job where you didn’t have a gun on you twenty-four-seven.”

“You know I couldn’t.”

“Exactly,” he said. “Coming home didn’t have nothing to do with being safer or not putting my life on the line for other people. It just meant doing it closer to my family. I get to see them more. I don’t miss out on stuff like I used to. And if I die doing this, they don’t have to wait for a casket to be sent home so they can bury me.”

“That’s depressing,” Faye said, looking at him.

“But it’s the truth.” He put his hand on her head and ruffled her hair. “We won’t talk about it anymore, though,” he said. “Tell me what’s been going on with you? How’s school?”

“It’s…meh.”

“I heard it was a little more than ‘meh’. I heard you broke a boy’s finger a few weeks ago.”

Faye looked at Walter. “Dad, you told him?”

“Did I tell him that my daughter stood up for herself when a boy put his hands on her? Yes.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Because he was proud,” Sy answered for him. “In our day, girls were taught that if boys were mean to her it meant he liked her. The moment your daddy found out you were going to be a girl, he was determined to make sure you knew that wasn’t true and you knew how to take up for yourself. Not just as a kid but when you get older, too.”

“Especially when you get older. It doesn’t get better, it’s just different,” Walter said. “Because no matter the age, men are -”

“Pigs, yes,” Faye said, shaking her head. “I know.”

“He’s right. And he should know all about it,” Sy said to her. “Because cops are pigs, too.”

I didn’t mean to laugh but I couldn’t help the snort that came out. Walter looked at me. “Really?” he asked, with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized.

“If they call cops pigs, what do they call firefighters?” Faye asked Sy.

“Heroes.”

I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing that time. Walter watched my face and shook his head at me before looking back to Sy. “You’re paying for this meal,” he said. “And I’m getting pie afterwards.”

“Yeah, that’s fair.”

I liked having dinner with Sy. He and Walter playfully bickered throughout the whole meal and it was nice to see Walt joking around with someone. And Sy wasn’t intimidated. Even when I thought Walter may have said something that crossed the line, Sy would just laugh and dish it right back. They clearly loved each other, even though it didn’t necessarily always sound like it.

After we ate, Walter and Faye went to the front of the diner to look at the dessert case and I stayed with Sy. “You’re good for him,” he said. “I haven’t seen him this happy since…well, I don’t know when. But it’s been a long time, that’s for sure.”

I smiled. “He makes me happy, too.”

“I wouldn’t say this in front of Faye but Walt never had with Angie what y’all seem to have,” he said. “I know he loved her at the time but that’s not always enough.”

“Despite what the Beatles say?” I joked.

He laughed. “Yes, ma’am. You need love but love isn’t all you need,” he said. He was quiet for a moment but I could see it was because he was thinking so I waited. “He told me how you said you were proud of him. Proud of what he does, who he is.”

I felt a little taken aback that he would mention that but I nodded. “I am. I’m incredibly proud of him.”

“See…you’ve got to understand that Walt doesn’t hear that much. He never has. His father is the typical Englishman and keeps all his emotions buttoned up. He didn’t brag on him or Charlie ever. Not out of meanness but just ‘cause that’s how he was raised. And his mother, my aunt, she’s sweet and she made sure Walt and Charlie knew she loved them but it was still done with her husband’s English mentality of only a few words,” he said.

“Then when he met Angie, she never liked him being a part of SWAT. She wanted him to change to something less dangerous. He held his ground until she had Faye and then he changed over to being a detective, but it still wasn’t what she wanted.” He let out a breath. “The point is…he’s always tried hard and it’s never really been acknowledged. At this point, he does it because that’s just who he is. He runs himself into the ground to do his job. And you are the first person who’s just flat out told him you’re proud of him like that.”

I remembered the night I’d told Walter how proud I was of him and he’d cried. I’d just thought he was exhausted but hearing Sy talk about it brought a new light to it. Especially knowing it had meant enough for him to tell Sy about it. “I’ll make it a point to tell him more often then.”

“Whether you know it or not, that man takes everything you say to heart. The amount of times we talk and he says, ‘Fiona said this’, ‘Fi said that’, is more than I can count, honestly. And I don’t have a problem with it. Because everything he tells me is something good. I just…I know he’s not great at opening up so I know he probably hasn’t told you what it meant to him but…it meant a lot.”

“Thank you for telling me,” I said. “I’m glad he has you to talk to.”

“I’m glad I’ve got him, too,” he said as Walt and Faye began walking back towards us. Sy shook his head at me. “Just don’t tell him I told you that. Far as he knows, I only like to call and agitate him.”

I smiled then mimed zipping my lips. “I won’t say a word about it.”

We stayed at the diner probably longer than the staff would normally be happy about but despite Walter’s quiet, introverted nature, Sy was loud and outgoing and made friends with our waitress fast. He explained the situation about catching up with family while killing time - two birds with one stone, he said - and the woman, who looked old enough to be his grandmother, told him to take all the time he needed. For every ‘sweetheart’ and ‘honey’ she called him, he flashed her a grin and made sure to use all of his manners. I could hear Walter quietly groaning at his antics, but I found it fascinating. They looked so much alike and were clearly close but they were so different from one another.

When we finally left the diner, it was dark out. The already cold air had grown almost frigid and even with my coat on, I was shivering. So we didn’t linger with goodbyes. Faye gave Sy a hug, then huddled next to Walter for warmth. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her to his side. Sy turned to me then.

“You alright with a hug or is it too soon?” he asked.

I smiled. “No, I’m alright with it. I feel like I’ve known you longer than four hours.”

“It feels like six at least, right?” he joked.

I laughed and nodded. “At least, yeah.” He opened his arms and pulled me into a big bear hug and I noticed that he ran warm just like Walter. I hadn’t realized that ‘human space heater’ was an inheritable trait until then. “It was really nice meeting you, Sy. If you were going to get stuck somewhere with a delayed flight, I’m glad you got stuck with us.”

“It was good meeting you, too,” he said. He released me from our hug and took a step back. “And I definitely could’ve gotten stuck somewhere worse. Like the airport Quiznos.”

“That would have been much worse,” I agreed with a laugh. “Next time you’ll have to come back on purpose and we can cook for you at the house instead of you paying for us to eat out.”

“That sounds like a deal.” He looked at Walter then tilted his head towards the truck. “We better mosey on down to the airport.”

Walter gave Faye a hug, then gave me a kiss goodbye, then he watched the two of us get into the car and leave the parking lot. Once we got home, Faye and I both changed into pajamas then made hot chocolate to drink while we watched a show about baking fails in the living room while we waited for Walter to come home. But she fell asleep about half an hour into it. I did my best to make her comfortable there, carefully placing a pillow under her head and covering her up with a blanket and tucking her in. Then I made sure the doors were locked and sent Walter a text telling him that I was getting ready for bed and to try to be quiet as he came in because Faye was asleep on the couch.

After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I went to our bedroom. I saw Walter Bear in his bag and I took him out, spraying him with some of the real Walter’s cologne, then put him on his side of the bed before turning out the lights and laying down. I had a hard time sleeping on my own anymore so I was awake when Walt came home. He was trying to be quiet but he was so heavy that his boots made a clomping sound as he came down the hall towards our room. He carefully pushed the cracked door open, allowing himself inside before closing it completely.

“Hey,” I whispered to him.

He froze by the bed. “Hey,” he whispered back. “Did I wake you?”

“No. I was too lazy to get my weighted blanket and without it or you, I can’t sleep,” I said. “Did Sy get on his flight okay?”

“Yeah. Thank you for letting him join us, by the way. I know it wasn’t what we had planned for this evening.”

“We were planning on having dinner with Faye to celebrate your weekend off, that’s what we did. We just had an extra guest,” I said. “One, who, is quite entertaining, by the way.”

My eyes had adjusted to the dark and I watched him shake his head as he walked to his dresser. “Don’t ever tell him that. He will take it and run.”

I smiled. “I like him. He’s nice. And really funny. I loved the stories he told about you two as teenagers.”

He groaned as he began emptying his pockets. “He embellishes things, by the way. Not all of those were true,” he said. “But he liked you, too. Though you are far more likable, so that makes sense.”

“So I have his seal of approval?”

He turned towards me as he pulled his sweater over his head, followed by his t-shirt, then tossed them in the clothes hamper. “You do.”

“Did you really tell him that you were going to marry me after we met?”

He let out a sigh as he kicked off his boots. Then he unbuckled his jeans and tugged them off. “Not that soon but…yes, I told him that I wanted to marry you fairly early on,” he said. “Does that bother you?”

“Bother me? No. I think it’s sweet.”

He came to the bed and pulled the covers back but stopped short of climbing in beside me. I didn’t know why until he held up my teddy bear. “And who is this?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

I smiled as I took it from him. “This is Walter Bear,” I said. “Faye made him for me today.”

He looked confused as he finally lay down beside me. “She made you a stuffed animal version of me?”

“Yeah, because I call you ‘bear’,” I said. “It was really sweet of her. They’re not cheap. So I’m tasking you with somehow funneling money from me back to her without her knowing that I’m paying for it.”

He laughed and shook his head. “No you’re not.”

“She paid for it with her own money.”

“And I will give her an extra allowance or something but you’re not paying for a gift that she gave you.”

“I can bring her extra cookies home.”

He did his frowny thought face as he squinted. “You could bring me extra cookies home and I’ll funnel the money.”

I laughed. “You’re easily bought, mister.”

“Only by you, Miss Sparks.”

I reached out and put my hand on his cheek. “When we get married, are you still going to call me Miss Sparks or will you call me Mrs. Marshall?”

“You still want to marry me?” he asked, his voice quiet.

I smiled and nodded. “You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted to marry.” I brushed my thumb against his skin softly. “Most girls dream about their weddings - my cousin Mel even had this big binder full of things that she ripped out of magazines that she wanted for hers - but I never did that. I never pictured myself in that position,” I said. “Even now, I don’t think in terms of a big wedding. I don’t see colors or a cake or a reception. I see you and me. Exchanging rings, or having a first dance, but that’s it. Everything else is hazy and in the background. The only thing I see clearly is…you.”

He was quiet for a moment then softly nodded his head against his pillow. “I see you clearly, too, Fi.”

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ohblushblushblush · 2 years ago

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So, lets talk about some body modifications Soundwave had in aligned universe and dive into a theory I have on the topic.

You know, through the aligned continuity we saw many interesting frame changes. In fact, no one escaped even the slightest tranformation (this pun sounded funnier in my head). Anyway, today we are talking about Soundwave's modifications and why I think nothing is that simple in that departament.

TLDR: Soundwave changed his body to conceal his senator identity. And he did it with the help from Shockwave.

QUICK NOTE: I AM SORRY FOR MY ENGLISH AND TYPOS🌸

Well, first of all let establish about what difference we are going to talk about.

This one!

So, this is not a subtle change, Soundwave looks entierly reworked to the point of being unrecognizible. And while it might be just a style issue, since both of those photos were taken from the different books of the same universe (the first one is a Covernant of Primus and the second one is Transformers Prime Artbook), I want to dive in a bit deeper on why such change is actually plot motivated.

As we know, Soundwave was a council member or a senator on Cybertron and worked there for a really long time. And since he was a politician, his face and other features were undeniebly recongnizible. So it makes scenes to change his appearence ones he left the council. Especially considering that he was going to work in Kaon, city whose citizens were radically against the government because of the suffering that it caused them to live through. It would be just not safe for Soundwave to just randomly show up there and work.

Logical question number one is: "Why he didn't change his name?". The answer is: names have a special meaning to cybertronians, since it is something, other then their original frame, that is given to one person from birth. Every Cybertronian till a certain historical age had a name given to them by the AllSpark, so, of course, changing it is a big step for every one of them. Besides, based on this answer by one of the creator of RID15:

Some Cybertronians have the same names. And considering that typically members of the lowest casts were picking names for themselves, no one would suspect a thing. I mean, of course, it is weird to have a name of one of your enemies, but you can still come up with a good reason for it (like, I names myself Soundwave to humiliate a senator's precious name ahahahah).

And at this point you will tell me: "Blush, wasn't Soundwave in his original form in the games?"

Games are ignored in this post, simply because they are the most contradictory piece of media in aligned. So let's pretend we haven't seen them.

The last thing is How he have changed so much?

And this one is purely theoretical, so there will not be much facts happening. But I think that Soundwave got the aid to achive a new form by Shockwave.

We know that frame-changing technology was made by decepticon scientists, and Shockwave is one of those geniuses that got this thing developed. So if now decepticons can take any alt-form they like, what stops them from being remade entierly. Soundwave knew Shockwave long before he came into the pits of Kaon, so what stops them from cooperating at some point?

Here is some "evidence" I have to back this up.

First of all, they have similarities to their designs.

Lets start from the top: pointy antennas on the helmet, no visible face, purple highly visible biolights places all over the frame (granted, Soundwave had them before, but they look more like Shockwave's later on) etc.

Second of all: cables used for cartical-psychic patch look pretty similar to Soundwave's cables, at least the ones on the Nemesis.

There is no mention of Sounds having cables before leaving the council, so we can assume they were given to him later. As we know, it is highly uncommon for cybertronians to download information directly to their brains, because it can literally kill them. Maybe Soundwave wasn't aware of his abilities (ability to download and do anything with the data in his processor without getting harmed) before Shokwave has started his renovations, so he proposed to add cables as a useful part of his frame.

For the final part, WHAT IS SHOCKAWAVE'S MOTIVATION. And it is super simple: curiosity. Shockwave is all for experiments that are going to bring him new knowledge and Soundwave became one of them. Knowledge in exchange for possiblity to have a completely new body - is a fair trade at the desperate times, so there is nothing impossible to it. Besides, even Alpha Trion tells us that the only passion Shokwave has is knowladge, so he is willing to do anything for it.

THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK. If you have any questions, please, feel free to ask them right away. Corrections or additions are welcome <3

ALSO, I am looking for beta, if you don't mind cheking my posts/fics for typos and other things, please, dm me 🌸

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angelofthenight · 2 years ago

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The Monster You Created Pt.6

(Sam Fortner x Reader)

Warnings: Yandere!Sam, Dark themes, Swearing, Kidnapping situation, Unreciprocated love, Sam is v delusional, Murder visualization, Possessiveness, Brief victim blaming, Manipulation

Word Count: 4.1k

(S/n) = Similar Name to yours

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( Sorry for the late update! Game of Thrones has taken over my life and I’m suffering major brainrot of it )

“-and she was telling me that “snow can conceal but it can also reveal”, that’s what she told me right? So they might briefly be able to conceal their, uh, whereabouts, but all that blood spilled into all that white snow is bound to leave a trail leading straight to them. Her words exactly. Like, wow.” Sam said on the couch under a cap and his passionate eyes shaded by sunglasses while restating your personal analysis of the film from last night. “I didn’t know that, did you know that?”

Doctor Alan Strauss shook his head with an amused small smile. “I never thought about it in that way.” Sam threw his hands out with an enthusiastic laugh and big smile. “Exactly!” He sighed joyfully, not being able to cease his wide smile. “She is so smart, it's unbelievable.”

Alan nodded along until he decided to finally bring up the issue that’s been affecting their every therapy session. “Gene, I find it very endearing how much you love your girlfriend, but we’re here to talk about you. Need I remind you that I am not a couple’s counselor.” Sam’s smile slowly lowered and he looked to his hands in his lap. “Yeah, I… I know.”

Alan tilted his head vaguely as he noticed Sam’s energy die down like a candle once he got him to shut up about his girlfriend. “Gene, we’ve been meeting for quite awhile now and I… still feel like I don’t know much about you. I know more about your girlfriend than I do you. You spend most of the session talking about your girlfriend, (S/n), and the rest of the time I feel like you’re waiting for me to mention something related to her so you can bring her up again. And I've noticed that… you're not really opening yourself up to me.”

He noticed Sam’s clear displeasure at his prying as Sam wrung his hands together in an anxious manner. “Whenever I ask for stories or details, you have a tendency to get kind of vague or you redirect the conversation back towards (S/n). And I've noticed that I myself am feeling a little frustrated by this process. When we first started talking, you said to me that you wanted to get better for her. And the more I listen to you… continuously talk about her I’m starting to worry about the possibility of you being a little… dependent on her in an unhealthy amount.”

Sam didn’t tear his gaze away from his twisting hands, too focused on containing his expanding desire to lash out at his therapist for saying such a thing. He loved you, simple as that. Maybe Dr. Strauss has just never seen such passionate love before and didn’t understand it. Yeah, that was it! He just didn’t understand! He didn’t understand the connection you and he had. No one did. Not even his own therapist who he was paying to at least pretend to understand.

Alan disappointedly sighed at his patient's silence, even though he knew from experience that was the average reaction when telling someone what their real problem was. “I have an experiment for you.” He said which finally brought Sam’s attention back on him, a little more on edge than previously. “I think you should start spending a little less time with your girlfriend, and focus more on yourself and your mental recovery.”

Sam stared at the professional across from him, his upper lip slightly lifting. “You think we should break up?”

Alan sensed his client’s tensity, even through his dark sunglasses. He knew he had to choose his words carefully, he learned through some of their deeper sessions that talking with him about the things he has strong feelings or opinions about was like walking on a minefield. You never know when you might step on a trigger for an explosion. “No, I suggest maybe taking a break and go back when you’re feeling-”

“No!” Sam instantly snapped, a mine being set off, before recoiling back into the couch and clearing his throat from his unprepared temper burst. He shook his head while pursing his lips. “I… I won’t do it. I-I need her. When I’m away from her, I get so…” his fingers curled as he struggled to find the words, “like, so physically ill… and weak.”

Alan nodded at this with concern tugging his lips, mentally noting how defensive he got over the questioning of his relationship to his girlfriend. “It sounds to be that your… attachment to her is very similar to an addiction. And a healing strategy they encourage in rehab is slow withdrawal. You might face some painful symptoms but Rome wasn’t built in a da-”

“I think our time is up.” Sam interrupted rather dryly while rising to his feet, cutting off Dr. Strauss’ reach and closing himself off before he had the chance to enter. Alan glanced at the clock and responded calmly while looking up at his escaping patient. “We still have 20 minutes.”

Sam begrudgingly shook his head as he snatched his empty large Dunkin cup from the table that sat between the two facing chairs. “I gotta get going.” He said quickly as he darted out of the house in a heated haste, desperately needing fresh air to calm his huffing breaths from the rage he felt fuzzing up his senses.

Everyone was trying to tear the two of you apart. Everyone.

Even his own therapist was against his love for you, against the two of you being together. Not a soul understood which made him certain that no one alive had ever really experienced real love before. They were all either ignorant or jealous or lecherous.

Everyone was trying to take you away from him. Everyone was trying to devour you or taint you or just use you for their own selfish needs. Sam had already come to the conclusion that he was not a monster, everyone else were the monsters. The monsters that could never be trusted, the monsters whose minds were full of nothing but filth and greed. They were all cruel and ignorant. Every single one of them. In a state of sizzling rage boiling over the pot, Sam fantasized that if he had it his way then anyone who dared tried to keep the two of you apart or even imply it would drop dead in their next breath.

Sam squeezed his grip around the steering wheel of his truck, his eyes blown open as his pupils nearly shook like his iris’ were trying to keep his fury concealed. No matter how many people he had killed, he felt as if rivals or embodied problems just multiplied. And he repeated that thought in his head like a chant as he somehow found himself staring at the residence of the one he wanted to take his anger out on so badly right now.

He watched the man from your work, who had his sights set on your behind when you left his table, as he carried a full black garbage bag to the bin outside of his house. Sam didn’t move as he stared with flared eyes, his breath almost going silent to muzzle his anger with every ounce of his willpower.

He wished the man would just go blind, maybe that would teach him not to look at such areas on your body in such a disgusting way. He wished to rip his tongue out to prevent him from ever talking about you to others in such a filthy way again. And he wished to chop off the arm you had touched, jealousy streaming through his veins like lava as he wondered why the hell would you touch him like that and not Sam?

But he chose to ignore his own wishes and just imagine these desires in his head in intensely graphic detail. He imagined himself getting out of his car and marching right up to the man and plunging his thumbs all the way through his eye sockets. He imagined the blood running down his cheeks like tearful mascara.

He kept this all in his imagination though and repeatedly told himself to just go home, looking at the man was just making him angrier and more energetic to eliminate him. But he couldn’t. As much as he wanted to and as much he whole-heartedly believed your life would be better without him living, he knew that would postpone Sam’s recovery to be normal so that you and him could live a normal life.

And so, even when his mind was running a thousand miles per hour over who else he wished to butcher, he turned his car back on and drove home back to you. But not before picking up dinner though of course since that was the reason he went out in the first place. But even after the drive and during eating dinner with you, his previous thoughts still infested his mind like the plague.

It leached onto his nervous system as when he would take a bite out of his food he would chomp down harshly with a tightly gripped jaw; a white knuckled hold on his fork as his eyes were chained to the table because looking at you just made his anger worse. It wasn’t you who he was mad at of course, but looking up at your fragile form and seraphic eyes only reminded him of the ones who wanted nothing other than to take advantage of your indiscriminate altruism and cruelly rip you from his loving embrace.

It wasn’t until the remembrance that you wanted him to be open about who he had killed and who he had thought about killing crossed him that he finally said the first thing said in the tensely quiet dinner. “That guy who… who checked out your ass and is friends with my boss, I went back to his house again.”

Your eyes perked up towards him, your heart almost skipping a beat from the sudden break of silence. You felt your worries tug your eyebrows up as you feared where he was going with that statement.

Sam poked at his food with his fork as he continued, only giving you quick glances. “I figured I'd be okay, since what you said about feeling better knowing you’re here.” He took a slow breath, almost antagonizing your suspense. “I sat in my car across the street, and watched him take out the trash.” He paused. “I did the whole thing in my head, every second.”

You swallowed thickly, feeling relief grasp your fragile heart but not all the anxiety drained from your ribs. Not as clear indignation was still affecting Sam’s composure as he looked up at you with those dead eyes that had a tendency to come and go during the times where your fright was at its most sensitive.

“I-I want to show him… I-I want to teach him how to behave to things that don’t belong to him.” He spoke slowly as he huffed jagged breaths. “I… I still want to do it. God, even talking about it is making it worse.” He hunched over to shove a bite of food into his mouth to occupy his steaming energy.

As much as you wanted to snap at him saying you weren’t property or an object, you held back. You didn’t bother arguing over that with a man. But watching his anger gradually unfold in a sloppy entanglement of strings, a question raised to your mind in hopes of searching for more redeeming qualities in him. “For the others you… got rid of, was it always an impulse move you ended up regretting?”

“No.” Sam instantly said, not even giving it a second thought, in between bites. “They were all... I… Every one of them deserved it. And I don’t regret any of it.”

Your brows cinched together at this, your mind going back to when he told you everyone he had unnecessarily killed over you. “Even the guy I gave CPR to at work that one time?” Sam rolled his eyes as his jawline became prominent. “Especially him. I know what was running through his mind when you had your hands pressed up against him. That asshole was enjoying it and getting his disgusting kicks.”

You bit your tongue to prevent yourself from saying something along the lines of ‘no, you just know that’s what you would think you pervert’. But instead you just stuck to a short statement defending that poor victim. “He was choking.”

Sam fleetingly clenched his teeth as he shook his head in denial. “Fucking sly bastard was faking it, he knew what he was doing.” His clenched fists began to twitch in his lap as he thought back to that day, suddenly wishing he had given him a more painful death. Your eyebrows furrowed together even deeper. “He was turning blue and his eyes were rolling all the way to the back of his head.” Sam didn’t respond and only shook his head again as he slightly rocked back and forth on his heels while heated huffs populated his nose.

“And what about-” Sam roughly dropped his fork and leaned back in his chair to send you an angered glare. “I don’t know why you keep asking about them. They’re dead now.” He said with a venomous bite in his voice.

Your bottom lip fell from your top, shocked and quite offended that he would just brush all those deaths under the rug. They needed to be addressed whether he liked it or not. “Yeah. Because of you.” You snapped back, copying his glare.

Sam leaned back forward so that his elbows were back on his knees, his once furrowed brows now curving up. “They tried to take you away from me! I had to do something!” He exclaimed as his eyes dilated with depravity interlaced by the seams of desperation. “I told you they couldn’t be trusted. I got rid of them before they became an even worse problem for you. You’re better off without them anyway.” He declared with a dismissive headshake.

You leaned forward as well, your brows pinching together. “And what do you think gives you the right to make those decisions for me?” Sam released a breathy chuckle in disbelief, staring at you as if you were crazy. “We were made for each other, can’t you see that?!” He exclaimed like it was the most obvious thing in the word; his tone desperate and pathetic, almost sounding as if he were begging you to agree.

“None of them appreciate you like I do, none of them understand you like I do. Why can’t you see that? None of them come close to deserving you.” He smacked his hands on his knees to push himself to a stand, too caught up in the swirling storm of greedy desperacy. “And call me selfish, I don’t care, but I can’t share you with anyone else. I won’t.” He shook his head as he looked to the ground with hardened eyes while turned away from you, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Even thinking about you with someone else makes me want to throw up.” He said with big eyes, blown open in a state of animalistic possessiveness of something that was never his to begin with.

Sam’s tamed restraints were loosening and his mask of sane love was slipping, you could hear it through the drowsy glorification of fixated obsession of his ramble and you could see it through the way his jealousy tightened the muscles in his face.

You stiffened in pure dismay, watching him unfold then wrap his exposed emotions back in again as you tried to understand the enigma that was his deep rooted passion for you and how he went about it.

Now you were certainly no stranger to witnessing someone express their jealousy over you, having been subjected to receiving interrogations from your boyfriend over his allegation of your faithfulness when you got too touchy with one of your guy friends. You’ve never been a fan of the emotion as nothing good ever came of it.

Looking back on your friendship with Sam, you were shockingly disappointed that you hadn’t noticed Sam’s jealousy when it was literally right in front of you every single time you briefly conversed with any other person about literally anything. Living with your boyfriend you’ve grown familiar with recognizing jealousy forming. But perhaps Sam had trained his face to remain neutral during moments he surely would’ve imploded if he were alone.

And with your naivety to his burning jealousy came your naivety to his true feelings about you. But looking back you should’ve seen it coming, at least notice how similar his mannerisms around you were to a crushing little school girl.

His feelings for you were almost difficult for you to understand. You thought back to the statement someone had once said in your philosophy class: that love was just a normalized form of insanity. You always had mixed feelings in that debate but now you started to wonder if love wasn’t insanity but instead love causes insanity. You didn’t know what Sam’s mental state was like before meeting you so you weren’t sure if you were really the cause of his sanity’s downfall.

But either way you know that there is something wrong with him; something sickeningly distorted within his fogged mind of fixation that made him take love too far. Maybe he just didn’t know how to express his feelings nor how to go about dealing with the pain love inevitably came with.

Why was this happening? Why you? Was your kindness really so foreign or warm to him that it was enough to push him down the rabbit hole of hysterical adulation? Were you really that desirable in Sam’s eyes that he would inflict life-ending violence on all those who posed a threat to your peace or to him obtaining you?

God, maybe you were still clinging to the image of that endearingly awkward man you’ve grown to value as a true friend rather than a regular customer but you just couldn’t picture him hurting anyone no matter how many times he had confessed to doing so. You had such love-hate feelings for Sam, love for the friendly bond you still experienced such a weakness against and hate for how he ignorantly wreaked havoc over you by holding you prisoner until the stockholm syndrome kicked in, him being delusionally isolated from the knowledge that his actions were only creating a bigger rift between you and falling for him.

It wasn’t until a thought was birthed into your mind that you started coming to your own conclusions that could possibly convince Sam to second guess his choices. Sociopaths couldn’t feel love, so maybe he was just manipulating himself into believing he loved you.

“I know you said you don’t take pleasure in killing but… are you sure? Maybe you’re just using me as an excuse and a justified reason.” You asked carefully, looking up at him with quiet eyes as your heart was racing over the fear you were being too risky with his temper that was already kicking in the moment.

And you were right, your question caused Sam to snap his head over to your direction. His small pupiled eyes were venomously glossy with his nostrils flared and his lips parted with a grip, his brows pinching together. You felt your whole body flinch in a flight mode of fear as he suddenly started marching back towards you with a raised volume and harsh tone in his voice.

“I only kill because of you! Maybe if you would stop talking to so many peo-” He bit back his words into his throat as he noticed the way your shoulders tensed and you slightly twisted on your core as if you were bracing for him to assail you, your bottom lashes smeared with slimy tears.

He took a step back from your fear-stricken form as he ran one hand through his dark hair and the other held palm out to you in an attempt to say he meant no harm. “Ah shit, I’m sorry. God, fuck, I… Don’t be scared, I’m not mad at you, I could never be mad at you. It’s them. It’s them I’m mad at, not you.”

You hadn’t even realized your own reaction until you swallowed the thick lump in your throat and sniffle through your nose. You gulped again as you craned your eyes away from Sam and occupied your hands by rubbing them on either of your elbows to comfort yourself, just like what your mom would do with you after your dad had screamed at you till the point of your pouring tears. “I think it’s time for me to go to bed.” You said through a tight throat as you stood up to walk back over to lay in your bed, cursing yourself for reacting that way in front of Sam.

Sam speechlessly watched as you slipped under the covers and wrapped yourself up in a way to cradle yourself. He didn’t want you to cower in the corner and hug your own body to comfort yourself, that was supposed to be his job! He wanted you to love him enough to go to him for a protective embrace for safety and comfort.

He didn’t mean to lash out at you like that! He didn’t mean to blame you for your own nature. And he certainly didn’t mean to scare you nor make you fear that he was going to hit you. He would never hit you, he was not his father. He just wanted you to get that already! Why couldn’t you understand?

He felt his own throat grow heavy as he watched as you tried to restore yourself back together from the emotional injury of his outburst. Sam bit his lip, dragging his teeth as his gaze sharpened on you. “You probably think I’m nothing more than a monster while all I do is try to protect you.” He said to you, not even realizing the snotty defensiveness in his vocal chords.

It was silent for a few moments, like it was taking a millennium for his words to echo to your ears, and he started to believe you weren’t going to say anything at all. Sam sighed in disbelief, darting his eyes around the room at how this night ended as he turned for the pursuit of his room. Your soft voice, however, spoke up and halted his tracks.

“…I know.”

Sam quickly looked over you, his features softening to match your tone and his eyebrows raised. “Y-you do?”

Your face remained concealed from his wondrous stare as your hunched shoulder along with the thick blanket were blocking the view of your compact smirk. “Yeah, I… I understand that you were just trying to help me. I can’t blame you for being concerned. Maybe I am not a very good judge of character which practically makes me a walking target for social parasites.”

Sam felt a smile twitch the corners of his lips. You were finally getting it! You were finally facing your flaw that made him required to physically harm people. Sam said with a consoling tone of voice, “You’re just too trusting. It’s not your fault. You’re a genuinely good person, pure of heart, too good for this world. In fact, you deserve the world.”

He said all of this with such tender fondness that you almost forgot what kind of person he was; forget your state of lack of freedom and choices. This has happened many times, where he wasn’t shouting either in passion or anger and he just spoke gently with you. Those were the times when you actually believed he loved you and cared deeply about you. Those were the times you hardly believed he was savagely hurting people outside of the house. You would keep forgetting of the rotten part of your reality when he acted this way, it was a complete mindfuck.

And maybe sometimes you liked to pretend that you weren’t a prisoner and he wasn’t a murderer. Pretend your chain didn’t exist and you were just spending the night at your dearly beloved friend’s house. Or just for experimenting, pretending that you and Sam were a healthy and loving couple.

You pondered the question of what if Sam confessed his concealed love to you before kidnapping you. You felt too biased now to ever actually know if you would’ve given him a chance, whether you had a boyfriend or not. But maybe if he told you the truth or even waited long enough for you to start feeling strong feelings for him too, things would have gone much differently. Maybe the two of you could’ve been a happy couple.

But that was only what could have been; what might have been.

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blues824 · 2 years ago

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i was just watching the movie tangled, and i couldn't help but realise how similar flynn and mammon are (if you look it up, they both have the same mbti of estp, which explains their similarities lmao). but i was wondering if you could do the om brothers with an mc like rapunzel (magical and long hair, personality, etc)? thank you, if so! <3

Fun fact: When I was younger, I didn’t watch a lot of Disney. I was more into Tim Burton films, and I still am! My Disney obsession only started a few years ago, and when a few Tim Burton films came onto Disney+, I couldn’t help myself.

Also, I took a few liberties and decided to do a mini-fantasy!Au here where the brothers act as the thief/Flynn, but with a twist for each brother. Another thing, Satan here reminds me of the prince from Into The Woods…

Since these scenarios turned out to be longer than originally planned, I will give you the three brothers I think fit best with this.

He was just trying to steal something for Prince Diavolo. You see, the crown had a gem that could save the lives of their people. He saw the tower as he was being chased by the Royal Guard and hid in there. Then he was hit with something made of metal.

When he came to, he noticed that he was stuck in a chair. He was tied down with what looked like… hair? He looked around and saw a silhouette in the tower’s window. There was also a chameleon that was perched on his shoulder. Now that he thought about it, his ear felt weird.

“Who are you, and how did you find me?”

Lucifer

“My name is Lucifer. Might I ask who you are and why I’m tied up?”

“Y/N. You didn’t answer my other question: How did you find me?”

“I was being chased and found this tower. I decided to climb in and hide.”

“You don’t want my- You know what? Never mind. You’re tied up because you are a trespasser and I don’t know who you are.”

First impressions aside, you actually get along just fine. You both worked out a deal where you would return the crown in turn to see the lanterns. He is slightly amused by how gullible you are and how you try to hide it. You try your best to break his walls down and get him to be more casual.

He’s glad that you don’t partake in the whole “damsel in distress” stereotype. If the whole frying pan situation didn’t give it away, you are quite different. You utilize what tools you have in order to survive, and he respects that.

The amount of times you turned a dire situation into a fun experience is too many to count. Usually, people as bright as you would dim in such gruesome places. No, you wouldn’t let that happen to yourself. You would stick to your principles no matter what.

You tend to see the beauty inside of everything. You won’t let anything get you down or defeat you. When Lucifer was in your tower, he saw how you maximized all of the space you had by filling the walls with your art. You also picked up many hobbies and could be described as ‘book-smart’.

When you both make it to the lanterns, he’s sad because this means you both would have to leave each other. But he would never admit it. He stares into your eyes as you both lean in closer and closer, but in the distance, he sees something.

He rowed the boat to the shore to see what was going on. He sees some of the demons that he partnered up with to steal the crown and goes over to give it to them. He was prepared for an ambush and had his dagger in hand. These demons showed such great promise in Diavolo’s court… such a pity.

What he didn’t expect was for you to be gone when he got back to the boat. He looked all over the island, getting more and more worried as more time passed and he still didn’t find you. You couldn’t have gone that far, could you?

Then he remembers: your mother. She must have taken you back to your tower! He started the long journey back to your tower on Maximus, who was also worried about your wellbeing. What took a few days the first time took maybe an hour.

When he was at the base of the tall building, he called your name. He received no answer and started climbing. He got to the window and dropped in, where he saw you tied up with your own hair. He was then stabbed by your mother.

After the whole ordeal of Lucifer cutting your hair and your hair causing your ‘mom’ to trip and fall out of the window, you noticed that his breathing was becoming labored. You knelt by his side and tried using your hair, but the magic was gone. You started crying and crying. You loved him. You grew to love him.

Then, with the magic that remained in your tears, Lucifer’s wound started to heal. Once it fully healed, he pulled you into a sweet kiss. The amount of relief you felt was immeasurable. Then you both realized what you had to do.

You, after reconnecting with your parents, talked to Prince Diavolo. He was the ‘acting King’, so he would have jurisdiction over the court. You told him that marriage between you and Lucifer would benefit both kingdoms, and Diavolo was all for it. He wanted to see his trusted advisor happily wed, so he granted your wish and let you both live happily ever after.

Mammon

“Who the hell are you? And why am I tied up?!”

“Answer my question or face the consequences, thief.”

“I am the Great Mammon. I was being chased and I found this tower and decided to hide here.”

“I am Y/N, and you’re tied up because I don’t trust you. Now, here’s what’s going to happen…”

He found this totally unfair! You just caught him off-guard! You had an unfair advantage! Now he has to take you to go see some stupid lanterns just so he can take the crown to Diavolo and get a big reward. If you just gave it to him, you both could go separate ways and never see each other again.

I’d say he’s also glad that you can handle yourself. You are actually saving him more than he saves you, so yeah. He’s concerned with how gullible you are. Y/N, don’t you know you could get hurt if you’re persuaded so easily?!

However, he likes how you can brighten up any situation. In the pub, you were able to convince all the demons inside to chase their dreams. They even helped you both escape the Royal Guard! Maybe you weren’t so bad after all!

He has noticed how you see beauty in the simplest of things. When in your tower, he saw all the paintings on your walls. You seemed to be obsessed with the lanterns. Through your hobbies, you have saved him and yourself numerous times.

He gets stressed when you both get to the lanterns. He will make up every excuse to stall and spend more time with you. You see, he grew to love you and he didn’t want to go separate ways after this. When the lanterns were released, you both leaned closer and closer, but he saw something in the distance.

He rowed the boat to the shore and told you to stay where you were. He gave the crown to the demons he worked with and called quits, but they said differently. He was ambushed and tied to a boat and headed towards the island where the Royal Guard was expecting him.

When he came to, he was arrested on sight. He was being walked through the prison when he noticed a few of the demons that ambushed him were also there. He pushed up against the gate and yelled at them, demanding your whereabouts. They fessed up, and he immediately grew worried.

When the demons in the pub and Maximus helped him escape jail, he immediately mounted the horse and rushed to your tower. That was the only place he knew you’d be, and he was going as fast as he could.

When he was at your tower, he called your name. After receiving no response, he opted to climb. He got to the window and jumped inside, where he saw you tied up. Then, there was an immediate stabbing pain in his stomach and he fell to the ground, writhing in pain.

After the whole ordeal of Mammon cutting your hair and your hair causing your ‘mom’ to trip and fall out of the window, you noticed that his breathing got slower and harder. You started crying. This was the first person you ever fell in love with, and you were not about to lose him.

With your magical tears, Mammon’s wound started healing. Once it closed, Mammon looked up at you and pulled you into a kiss of gratitude and relief. Once you both pulled away, you both knew the next course of action.

You talked with your birth parents (you were still the heir to the throne) and with Prince Diavolo about the matter of you two being wed. Your parents immediately accepted after seeing how he made you happy as well as him being the one to bring you home. Diavolo said yes because he wanted to party at the wedding, but also because Mammon matured through this journey.

And you both lived happily ever after.

Satan

“My lady, my name is Satan. I was being chased and found this tower and made the decision to climb into it. May I ask for your name and why I’m tied up?”

“My name is Y/N. Now, imagine someone breaks into your house and you don’t know them, but you have the element of surprise. Wouldn’t you take that opportunity?”

“Touche. Now, would you care to let me out of these confines?”

“Not yet. I have a few conditions…”

Well this was certainly not expected. You were threatening him to take you to go see some lanterns? Didn’t you know they come out every year for the heir’s’ birthd- oh. He had never pieced pieces together so fast. And you didn’t know?!

He’s always wanted to be the one to save the person in distress, but he finds it cool that you can handle yourself. You both share the work that comes along the way, and you both come to the unspoken understanding that you both have had many opportunities to stab each other in the back but you both have invested too much time and effort into this.

He would be both concerned and amused by how gullible you appear. But he’s also impressed with how you use that to your advantage somehow and you make a dire situation appear more bright. You’ve changed many lives and you didn’t even know it!

He guesses that being locked in a tower for 18 years might induce your creativity. He’s seen the art on the walls of your towers during his brief stay there. Plus, you weaponized a frying pan. You’re very clever, and he appreciates that.

He is deeply saddened by how ‘quick’ you both made it to the kingdom of Corona. That means you both will have to separate. Don’t you know his dream isn’t complete without you? When you get into the midst of all the lanterns, he leans in closer and closer until he sees something suspicious on the land.

He rows the boat to the shore and starts exploring. He had his dagger out when he was ambushed by the demons he partnered up with to get the crown, so he was prepared. He anticipated their every move, so it was an easy win for him.

What he didn’t anticipate was your disappearance. He came back to the boat and you weren’t there. He did see another set of footprints in the dirt, though… your mother was here. How else would the demons have known your location?

The person that kept you locked up in the tower for 18 years was taking you back? Not on his watch. There was no way he was going to let her take you away from him, or from your actual parents again. He called Maximus and rode like a bat from Hell to your tower.

Once he reached it, he called out your name, but he received no answer. He resorted to climbing up the tower, and when he reached the room, he was stabbed immediately. On his way to the floor, he saw you tied up

After the whole ordeal of Satan cutting your hair and your hair causing your ‘mom’ to trip and fall out of the window, you noticed that his breathing became labored. You knelt by his side and tried using your hair, but the magic was gone. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go! You wanted to see the lanterns with him again and again!

As more and more tears spilled from your eyes onto him, you noticed that Satan’s wound started healing. You have never felt so happy in your life. When he could sit up, he pulled you into a deep kiss. When you both pulled away, you both looked at each other in mutual agreement.

After reconnecting with your actual parents, you brought up how you wanted to be married to Satan and they agreed to allow it. After all, he brought their child to them! Then you both approached Prince Diavolo and asked him for his blessing as well and he gladly accepted! The amount of joy on your faces was enough to persuade him.

And you both lived happily ever after.

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gaysimpsstuff · 4 years ago

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Accidental Turn-Ons; Hawks x Dom! Reader

Genre: angst to fluff to smut

Type: Oneshot

Summary: Hawks returns home from a mission, clearly exhausted, and you take the time to give him a little massage! However, it doesn’t quite have the effects you expected.

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: minor dub-con (Y/n doesn't know that what they're doing is sexual for Hawks), stress, minor injuries, Keigo's adorable bird tendencies, sexual innuendo, dom y/n, wing play, feather play, nicknames, edging, dacryphilia, handjobs, aftercare

Other: Yo this might actually be my best smut yet

Inspiration: This was actually inspired by my own piece of work, MHA Characters + Their Biggest Kinks where I spoke about Hawks’ wing and back kink and how it relates to his avian traits.

Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

You paced the living room, glancing between the TV and the door. The news station had cut away from the fight five minutes ago, which meant your boyfriend was either in the hospital getting treated for any injuries he might have sustained, dealing with fans, dealing with paperwork, or on his way home.

Your phone buzzed and you raced to grab it off the couch, fearing an incoming call from the hospital, or a news alert about the well-being of the man you loved.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you realized it was just an email from work, not even marked important. You tossed your phone back onto the couch with a groan.

Wasted build-up. Your mind grumbled

Your eyes flicked back to the TV, watching as the reporter rambled on about yet another stupid thing America had going on as you waited for something, anything to happen. Right when you were getting ready to pick your phone back up from the couch cushions when you heard a light tap tap tappity tap against the thick glass of the sliding glass door that led to your balcony.

You dashed across the living room, accidentally knocking a chair over as you raced to reach the sliding glass door that led to the balcony. You'd recognize his special knock any day, even if he changed it all the time whenever he forgot it. You always had patience with him, you knew he had too many things on his mind with Hero Work to always remember a random knock.

You grabbed the handle, yanking the door open with a wide grin, finally laying eyes on your bird boy. He had a hand stuffed in his pocket, the other rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Hey, Y/n. So sorry I'm late, been flying all day so naturally I'm a little sore. No excuse for missing movie night but-"

"I'm just so glad you're here!" You exclaimed, taking his cheeks in your hands and rubbing at his cheekbones. "I'm so sorry you're hurting, come inside I'll get a heating pack, or a cooling pack, maybe some lotion and I could give you a massage." You babbled, tugging him inside.

"A massage and some cuddles sound great," he sighed, eyes tired. You never liked the fact that Keigo was a hero. He worked too hard, too much, and for so long. He was still young, he should be appreciating life and spending time on himself and with his lover and not with the commission. "Oh I uh, I found this for you."

He took one of your hands off his face, taking his other hand out of his pocket and pressing something cold and smooth into your palm. You opened your fingers, a soft smile growing on your face at the sight of a smooth pretty white rock with grey and black speckles.

"Oh, Kei, this is beautiful. I love it~" you pressed a kiss to Keigo's cheek, loving the way he trilled. He was always so excited to pick up random items he found pretty or interesting, and he'd always give them right to you. It was truly adorable, you loved his gifts. His wings fluttered in happiness for a moment before he winced slightly in pain, happiness vanished in a reminder of his stress from the day.

"Ouch, okay, sitting down time," he muttered, stumbling past you to flop down on the couch. You grabbed the lotion from the kitchen counter (you kept it there for whenever he came home with sore muscles). You set the stone down on the coffee table, tapping it twice in a small show of affection before sitting next to Keigo.

"Shirt off Birdie," you said, squirting some lotion into your palm before rubbing them together.

"Hey, at least buy me a drink first," he chuckled, tugging his jacket off and peeling off his tight hero shirt. You sighed, deciding not to comment on his tacky flirting, knowing you'd been dating for almost a year now.

He turned his back to you, crossing his legs. He folded his wings, lowering them to give you access to his shoulders and shoulder blades. You pressed your fingers against one of his shoulders, finding a large knot almost immediately. You heard him hiss, and your frown increased.

"I know it hurts but it will hurt a lot less when I'm finished," you told him, pressing a gentle kiss to the nape of his neck. The hair there rose against your skin, a shiver shooting down his spine. You blinked, confused at his reaction. Maybe it was uncomfortable for him. You resolved not to kiss there again.

You continued to rub against his tightened muscles, listening to his soft hisses and groans. You pulled away after about six minutes, picking up the lotion bottle and squirted some more into your palms.

"Hey, when you finish with mm~ when you finish with that shoulder could you do around my wing joints? Down my spine, y'know?"

"Are there muscles there?" you asked, most people didn't have muscles down their spines, usually it was just the ridges of said bones.

"Yeah, I do," he explained quickly. You nodded pressing into his knot, slowly working down when it eased up. You moved your fingers downwards, feeling his shoulder blades and spine before reaching his wings joints. He shuddered, similar to when you kissed his neck, but a little larger. You hummed, pressing your fingers down and finding another knot, right where his skin turned to bright red feathers.

"Oh, yeah, yeah right there that's perfect." You glanced back up at him, confused, he didn't usually speak when you massaged him, he'd also never asked for a massage so close to his wings, he was usually very cautious about having his wings touched. Maybe he'd just gotten tired of dealing with wing pains by himself, it was probably a lot different from other knots.

"I'm so sorry you have to deal with this," you cooed. "You really deserve a break, it's not healthy to work this hard all the time."

"I know, Little Feather, but it's nng- n-not my fault. The citizens need me." he panted. You sighed, moving your other hand to work out both wings' knots at the same time.

Keigo's head flopped forward, and his hand flew up to slap over his mouth, holding back a soft whine. You lifted an eyebrow in suspicion, there were only a few times when you heard him make noises like that.

Slowly, you pressed your fingers down closer to the underside, right over a few of his downy feathers.

"Oh fuck~" he hissed.

"Okay, that's it." you lifted your hands away from them, holding them in the air. "What the hell's going on with you?" His head whipped around so fast you were surprised it was still attached to his neck. His golden eyes widened, pupils blowing out, nearly completely covering the honey iris.

"W-what?" he exclaimed, feathers puffing up.

"I'm sorry if I seem mad, I'm not, I'm just- very confused. You're literally moaning. I am giving you a massage and you're moaning. Explain."

His cheeks dusted over in pink, and his eyes fell down to his lap.

"Okay uh- fuck I- this was not how I planned on telling you, erm- I promise I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-"

"Keigo, it's alright, I'm not uncomfortable, just confused. Take a breath darling,"

"Okay, okay, okay." he took a deep breath. "My wings and back are... sensitive, like- in a sexual way. It's why I never let you touch them, I didn't want you to get uncomfortable with that."

"Oh Keigo, you should have just told me, it's perfectly alright, you know I love you, and I love your bird traits. I'm not uncomfortable with this." you smiled sweetly, pressing a hand to his cheek.

"You're- you're not?" he glanced back up at you, golden eyes filled with hope.

"Not in the slightest. To be honest, I don't see why anyone would be uncomfortable with it. It's just another erogenous zone, like someone's neck, ears, or nipples would be. And lots of people keep those bits on display."

"Thanks," he murmured, rubbing his nose against yours. "That does make me feel better, but uh- there's something else.." he trailed off, nervous.

"Your obvious boner? I was gonna leave you to take care of that yourself, but I'll gladly do it for you if you'd like."

"Oh uh-" his cheeks brightened as if attempting to match the tone of his wings. "I would very much like that," he admitted, offering you a slightly nervous smile.

"Anytime, Birdie~" you stood up, hands landing on either side of his waist as you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "But I would very much like to experiment with those wings of yours, see what we can do with them. Just how far can we go?" You smirked at him, tongue darting out to moisturize your lips. Keigo let out a soft breath, shifting against the couch to make room for the tent in his pants.

"I- I have thought about using them before- my feathers can move fast, so they can act as a vibrator if I focus, but I could never use it on myself. I know I'd get distracted, then the feather would stop moving, then I'd have to start all over again. I'd basically just be edging myself all night. I know I'd just give up and jerk off."

"I can work with that~" you pressed your lips against his, surprising him. He whined into the kiss, hands flying up to fist your shirt.

Unfair. He thought, he already had his shirt off, and he knew he'd be naked in just a few minutes, but you hadn't taken anything off yet. Knowing you, you would stay clothed just to tease him. The most you would do was lift your shirt a little to show him your stomach before quickly covering it again. That was what you usually did when you dommed. At least for the foreplay.

You pressed the tip of your tongue against his lips, pushing past his defensive barrier of shiny white teeth, perfect for the press, and you licked along the top of his mouth. His whole body shuddered against yours, his hips jerking upwards.

You grabbed his thigh with one hand, squeezing. A warning, he knew, against bucking up again, against disobeying. He tasted your saliva, feeling it pool onto his tongue. His eyes finally drooped closed, enjoying the taste of leftover's from last night's dinner on your tongue.

He whined against the back of your mouth, feeling you move your other hand up towards his back. He already knew what you were going to do. Without pulling away from the kiss, you plucked a feather about the size of his hand from his wings, running a finger down the stem, brushing it against the little red bristles. Soft against your finger, yet forcing Keigo's restrained cock to grow even harder than he ever thought possible.

You slowly pulled back from the kiss, taking his lower lip hostage between your teeth, tugging it as far as it could go before finally releasing it. You felt Keigo's hot breaths fanning out across your face, and your grin only grew. You loved breaking him apart, the strong, well-put-together Hawks was an act only for the cameras, only you could ever know the real him, the horny, whiny, needy baby he truly was.

"Look at you, falling apart already? I've barely done shit to you."

"Fuck- that's just 'cause it's you~" he purred

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, doll." Your shit-eating smirk only grew, and Keigo could feel himself melting into the couch cushions. "C'mon, take 'em off, you're a big boy, I'm sure you can do it yourself."

He nodded, hands flying away from your shirt and grappling with his belt buckle faster than you could say 'Hawks.' He tossed his belt behind the couch, not caring if it hit anything, and quickly shimmied out of his pants and underwear, letting them pool around his ankles. His cock slapped against his stomach, six inches and throbbing.

Looks like his prediction was correct. He was naked. You were not. You didn't look like you were planning on undressing anytime soon, which left Keigo feeling slightly disappointed. However, any negative emotions vanished the second you ran his bright red feather down his nose, over his lips, then under his chin. He knew immediately you were trying to lift his face with the feather, despite the single feather not being strong enough by itself, not unless it was under his control. But he was not in control, you were, and fuck it if that wasn't the best part.

"Good boy~" you praised him, sliding a hand up his bare thigh, brushing it carelessly close to his dick. He bit his lip, eyes flicking between your hand and your eyes.

"Please, please touch me," he whispered, slightly embarrassed by the situation. It had been a long while since you'd last had sex, and an even longer while since you had been the dom. He'd all but forgotten how to properly beg. You could tell.

"Come on, doll, I know you can ask me nicely, or at least better than that." He groaned, hands gripping your hips and attempting to tug you into his lap, a plan formulating in his head that ended in an amazing thighjob. But his plans never worked, not at least with you involved. No, you were too stubborn, one of the many things he loved about you. But not really in this precise situation.

"Nah ah ah~ hands off the merchandise." Your hand squeezed his thigh again, twice this time. That was all he needed to let go. He found purchase in a nearby pillow, moving it behind him and tugging on the little dangly bits on the corners. He forgot what they were called but he was ninety-five percent sure it started with a 'D' or something.

"Fuck, please, I need it, you know I need it, I-I've been nothing but good all day, please touch me, please~" He whined, eyebrows furrowing. That plus his reddened cheeks made just the cutest face. You couldn't wait to make his eyes go crooked and for him to drool.

"That's it, good boy~" You ran the tip of the feather up his cock, circling the tip. He shivered in response, biting back a loud moan. "Come on, don't make me mad, vibrate yourself with your feather~" you cooed, teasing tone making his stomach churn in the best way possible.

He bit his lip, looking down at the feather slowly circling the tip of his dick. It had already nudged his foreskin downwards, leaving the red skin fully exposed. He took a deep breath, trying to block out your presence, and how hard he was, just focusing on the single red feather, twirling around in loops.

He felt it twitch against his skin, before finally starting to shake, then at last it was vibrating. He twitched it away from his dick, slightly nervous about how it might feel. You sighed, pressing it directly onto the little hole at the tip.

"Ghhh- oh fuckkkkk~" he moaned, pressing his head against the couch cushions. It felt better than he ever possibly could have imagined. Feeling the feather on his dick, his dick against his feather, it was double the pleasure. He whined loudly when the vibrations suddenly stopped. "Nooooo I want it, bring it back, please," he begged, looking up at you with wide eyes.

"Doll I didn't even do anything. You lost focus. You gotta try a little harder." you said, tapping the feather against him again. Pre-cum stuck to it, making red glisten with a little bit of white. He cursed at the sight (and feeling) of his own pre on his feather.

Soon enough, it started to buzz again. And you put it back on him. This time, you traced it up and down his base, running it over the tip again. One of his hands flew up to his mouth, knuckles pressing against his lips. His hips bucked up against the vibrating feather.

"Ooooohhhhhh fuckfuckfuckfuck so goooood~" he moaned loudly. Again, the buzzing stopped without warning. "Nooo fuck no! I need it please fuck!" He looked like he was on the verge of tears- no way it was really that good. You'd have to ask him to use his feathers on you sometime.

"I know baby, I know," you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. His breath hitched, golden eyes filling with tears of pleasure. "But you gotta focus to get it done, okay?" he nodded, wiping his tears, but he only managed to spread the warm, salty liquid over his face, making him appear even more debauched.

How cute

You wrapped your hand around his dick when it started to vibrate again, the feather curled up between your palm and his dick. Slowly, you began to jerk him off, feeling the feather vibrate faster than you'd felt any toy vibrate, and his dick throbbing and pulsing against you left you feeling like you just might cum in your pants.

"FUCK!" he shouted, back arching off the couch. One of his legs flew upwards, toes curling around the air. He was shaking at this point, looking like he was just on the verge of cumming. "Oh, Godddd fuckkkmeeeee~" he wailed, tears overflowing and falling down his flushed cheeks.

"No god's gonna fuck you, darling, only I will because you belong to me. Isn't that right?" You pulled on his hair and his moans grew louder, the vibrations intensifying, which you thought was impossible at the rate it had been buzzing against your skin and his.

"Youuuuu fuck- I- I belong to youuuu~" he moaned, hiccuping a little.

"Fuck, you're so fucking cute like this, so adorable when you fall apart beneath me, gonna break soon?" He sniffed loudly, nodding. His moan broke out into a disappointed wail when the vibrations stopped again. He tried to get it to move but it just wasn't going to. You opened your palm, revealing the feather, the stem bent awkwardly. Hawks sighed, sadness filling his eyes.

"I was just 'bout to cum too..." he whimpered.

"Oh, you'll still cum. We don't need anything else between us anymore~" you tossed the feather aside before spitting into your palm, beginning to jerk him off again. It certainly didn't feel nearly as good as it did with the feather, but at this point, he was so close he just couldn't give two fucks about how good it felt, just that it would get him where he needs.

"Oh yes yes yes fuck yes more more- gonna cum gonna cum ooooh fuck baby you're gonna make me cum!" He cried out, bucking up into your hand, sobbing as pre ran down the sides of his dick and onto your fingers.

You pulled him to you by his hair, loving the loud moan he let out from the pain. You pressed your lips right up against his ear.

"Then fucking cum, my baby boy~" you purred seductively. Moments later, his whole body spasmed, legs shaking violently and wings flaring outwards. He wailed, screaming as he finally came into your hand, white ribbons landing on his legs, stomach, and even a little on the couch. Subconsciously, he knew he'd have to clean that up later, but he was not about to worry about that right now.

"Godamn! If that wasn't the hottest thing I've ever seen!" you exclaimed, truly in awe at just how good his orgasm looked. He had gone limp, flopped back against the couch, and panting. You pulled your hand away from his dick, licking away the bits of cum from your skin before sitting down next to him, tugging his body closer to you.

"Unf, that was the best damn orgasm of my life," he murmured, voice a little hoarse.

"Looked like it, you alright darling? Can I get you anything? Water, blankets, bath?" You worried a little, hoping you didn't completely brain-fuck him.

"Jus' some cuddles." his head flopped down on your shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he yawned.

"Hey birdie, don't fall asleep on me," you chuckled. "We still gotta get you all cleaned up and put in bed."

"Not... a problem..." he whispered, breath tickling your skin as he nodded off.

"Heh, that's a problem," you smiled affectionately. He deserved his rest. You resolved to stay still for a little while, then clean him up as gently as you could before carrying him to bed. He wasn't that heavy, after all. "I love you, my darling Keigo~" you whispered, resting your head on top of his and closing your eyes.

Maybe the mess could be cleaned tomorrow, you were also very tired.

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